On The Wayside RP (Interest Thread) [CLOSED]
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Here are my thoughts on the sheets submitted so far.
In saying that though, the first person perspective is definitely your strong point; it's a hell of a lot better han your third person writing. Unfortunately, I did find myself getting a little lost in your biography and began to lose interest, which is a shame because it started out intriguing enough.
The character itself is pretty interesting and I like the level of detail you've put into developing her but I have a slight problem with one thing. You state that she's apathetic at eleast twice and it seems that you want this to be quite a defining feature of her. There's a slight contradiction with this, however, because you state that she is quick to feel guilt.
Basically, you should take the time to drastically improve your writing (take inspiration from the other sheets) and make your Layi's details a little tighter so that they don't contradict each other. You still have about a week to edit, I reckon, so take your time with it and if you have any other questions PM me.
That's what I make of teh sheets so far. I'l say this now so that we get it out of the way. Pleasant Kenobi is the "good friend" that I mentioend in the OP and so he is automatically accpeted. You know now of one character that you will definitely be working with during this RP...dunno if it'll affect future sheets but there you go, it's there to view.
I won't decide upon the rest of the sheets for about another week. People who have shown interest - but are yet to submit a sheet - will get a PM a few days before I plan on making my decisions so that they have the time to knock up a decent character.
As always, any question/suggestions just PM me.
Also, @BeHere... Unfortunately your sheet was just nowhere near good enough.
I fucking love it. My only gripe is that the biography should be in the first person. Other than that though, it has so much potential for interesting character interaction. I can only begin to imagine the fun that will stem from his story. Also, I have to applaud your novel approach to the "What The History Books Say" section; I personally find the final sentence a work of fucking genius.PleasantKenobi said:
I like the character and your writing is pretty solid (although I knew that anyway). There are a few spelling and grammatical errors here and there but nothing major. I like the idea that Marcus has gained a whole bunch of stories from various people; it could mean that his story takes teh form of a myth or legend that he has heard along his travels. In saying that though, I'm also drawn to the sword, Sigurd. The fact that it has a name implies that there is a story behind it. I have to ask though: why does Marcus not have a surname? Is there any particular reason?Dectomax said:
A very intriguing sheet. I like that you've gone a relatively different route with your character. I read the biography in a very pompous, self-assured and posh accent. The arrogance that he implies would make for some great characer interaction and I like that he is an anti-hero, complete with a troubled past that manifests itself as - what I feel to be - the rather bizzarre and somewhat misguided act of cross-dressing. One tiny, tiny, tiny problem I have with the sheet is the mention of a watch...standard fantasy = no watches, I'm afraid. Other than that, it's fine.CloggedDonkey said:
I'll begin by syaing that your writing is still not up to the standard that I would want. The other sheets posted so far are within the standard I would expect for this RP. A lack of paragraph spacing is also a pain but easily remedied. Spelling isn't bad but the grammar and use (or lack thereof) of punctuation hurts my face. Just look at - and take note of - the other submission's use of commas and stuff. That's the kind of thing you need to pay much more attention to.avouleance2nd said:
In saying that though, the first person perspective is definitely your strong point; it's a hell of a lot better han your third person writing. Unfortunately, I did find myself getting a little lost in your biography and began to lose interest, which is a shame because it started out intriguing enough.
The character itself is pretty interesting and I like the level of detail you've put into developing her but I have a slight problem with one thing. You state that she's apathetic at eleast twice and it seems that you want this to be quite a defining feature of her. There's a slight contradiction with this, however, because you state that she is quick to feel guilt.
Basically, you should take the time to drastically improve your writing (take inspiration from the other sheets) and make your Layi's details a little tighter so that they don't contradict each other. You still have about a week to edit, I reckon, so take your time with it and if you have any other questions PM me.
That's what I make of teh sheets so far. I'l say this now so that we get it out of the way. Pleasant Kenobi is the "good friend" that I mentioend in the OP and so he is automatically accpeted. You know now of one character that you will definitely be working with during this RP...dunno if it'll affect future sheets but there you go, it's there to view.
I won't decide upon the rest of the sheets for about another week. People who have shown interest - but are yet to submit a sheet - will get a PM a few days before I plan on making my decisions so that they have the time to knock up a decent character.
As always, any question/suggestions just PM me.
Also, @BeHere... Unfortunately your sheet was just nowhere near good enough.
Yeah - I know there are a few errors in there somewhere, I'll go through my sheet again later and try and stomp them out. The swords name is also from an old Norse myth - I'll leave it at that.Tips_of_Fingers said:
As for his second name, He believes that as he has no family, he has none. It's been long forgotten over his years of travel and everyone simply refers to him as Marcus, wanderer or some other term related to travelling.
If there's anything you'd like changed or added, let me know and I'll get on it!
I doubt I'd include the myth in this RP, though there may be references to it within a story. Or atleast if I decide to make use of the sword.Mortis Nuncius said:I know the myth well, I'm curious to see how it pans out in this RP.Dectomax said:
I'm already trying to come up with a few idea's for what I might write up if accepted.
I'd definitely recommend having some people proof-read your work. It's difficult to critique your own work....avouleance2nd said:
As long as you can justify the contradiction then I'm happy with it being there. I actually like the 'hunter' comparison.
In terms of the style (primarily the third-person style) it's not about dramatic effect, that has nothing to do with how unreadable - or just plain sloppy - some of sentences are... As I said, get someone to proof-read it so they can point out the problems. Reading the stuff out loud helps a lot too. If it sounds clumsy when spoken then it's going to be even clumsier when read in one's own head.
Here is my sheet, I hope that I did well. The history part was deliberate. Men turn to Myth.
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EDIT: Hey, players, could you please read my sheet and tell me whether or not you fully understood it? I'll appreciate it greatly.
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Name: Alessandro di Mortis
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Alessandro is tall, mildly muscular as a result of using his bow, nimble and agile. He looks rather plain, his freshly cut dark hair and brown eyes do not attract any attention, and neither does his unattended face.
He wears short leather breeches, a cloth shirt fastened by a leather belt and leather boots. His bow is placed in a leather satchel next to his quiver which are both slung behind his back. His gutting knife rests in a sheath hanging from his belt.
Class/Job: As a peasant, he supported himself by hunting in the royal forests for small game, rabbits and the like. When he was drafted to the King's campaign, he fed the army as it marched. When he returned he became a poacher and began to hunt bigger game, closer to the castles of the nobles and sometimes confronted hunting parties.
Weapons and Gear: His gutting knife, his longbow and a quiver with a few arrows.
Magic (If applicable): None.
Personality: Alessandro changed after he had been forced to join the campaign of Red Richard. Before he became a cook, he lived by himself in the forests surrounding the Castle belonging to the House of the Falcon. He was shy and avoided human contact, followed the laws placed by the noblemen and kept to himself.
After his encounter with death, he had changed. He became bolder, a risky poacher treading in unknown territory. He became even more isolated from society as his confidant and sole companion became Death. He became more ambitious and resentful for the noblemen that wage their petty wars over marriages and bastards, so he was told by Death.
He fends for himself and rarely thinks of others. He now sees the forest as his playing ground, no longer subject to any noblemen. His trust is very difficult to earn.
Biography:
Death came to me one night. It whispered in my ear, and I answered. I do not regret my actions. However, I do not explain my motives. I simply cannot.
At first I thought that men stay silent at their moment of demise. They wither away, their eyes closed and their hearts lay next to their gods and lovers. When I slit his throat I had seen a man die for the first time, his eyes greet me now whenever I close my own and wander into my thoughts. He held on to dear life and struggled for air, which only caused him to bleed faster. It was only due to death that I was not discovered that night.
Then it came to me the next night. It whispered in my ear, and I answered. I did not dare kill another man with my own hands. I could not see those eyes again. But I answered its call, and I had to do its bidding.
As a young boy I lived in the forests of Red Richard. My father was his gamekeeper. He taught me everything he knew about the forest. At one of the many hunting expeditions Red Richard had arranged, one of his servants came to the kitchen with an assortment of mushrooms he found growing after a week of rain. My father saved the life of Red Richard and his companions from poisonous mushrooms, and even though the servant had no malice in his actions he was put down.
I answered death. I had killed all of the men that ate my broth that night. I had also killed all of the men that had eaten the broth of my fellow cooks. I had pleased death, and it answered.
It came to me the next night, when I laid next to corpses. It came to me in the image of a beautiful woman. It thanked me for my service and asked me for my very own request. I did not dare say a word. She smiled at me. As she held me tighter, she told me why. She told me who she was, and why she could not be Death. She told me of her family and clan and how they live, away from man.
I was with her till the dawn. When she left, I begged her to stay. Among corpses, I waited for death to arrive once more. The next night it came again, and it called me by name. It again asked me for my request, but it warned me that Death must repay its debts. I smiled at her and asked her to join me yet again. When the dawn came, I made my request.
She made me the man I am. I returned to my home after I had seen the stolen jewelry the officers had for their wives. I began hunting only after I had taken the finest sword the commander had in his arsenal. I grew bolder with my expeditions; I began hunting in the nearby chase of the house of Red Richard. Since his demise his son did not venture often out to hunt, and when he did he avoided di Mortis. Every night death comes to me at sundown. It greets me and I greet it back. I say I love her.
She can't answer me the truth.
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What the History Books Say
An excerpt from the Conquest of the West ? The Noblemen, Laying the history of the Royal house
"?In the winter of 673 in the year of our lord, Richard the Red from the house of the Falcon led his and his vassal's forces against the ever expanding Empire. It is speculated that the combined forces of the resistance would have held the marching Imperial Army back and stopped their conquest of more lands to the west, but records show that even though the armies were assembled, no battle was fought.
The men in power at the time were at the head of the Feudal System. Contrary to the Empire, the feudal system did not concentrate the control of lands in the power of one man, the Emperor, but had various fiefs granted to noblemen which were loyal to a king. The system was flawed and untrustworthy as decentralization made the king powerless and rivalries between the noblemen were common.
Richard the Red, a powerful nobleman took the title of King when the line of the Monarchs of the West died out in 668 in the year of our lord. His claims were recognized only by his vassals and Richard the Red could not subdue the neighboring noblemen under his rule. Thus the kingdom was split into two, which helped the Empire greatly in its conquest of the Western Lands.
The victory in 673 in the year of our lord over the army of Red Richard and his vassals was the turning point in the conquests of the Empire. In the east the Empire had faced great fortifications and natural obstacles that rendered expansion into that direction too dangerous and in the west a strong King with a strong Army stood on guard. Due to the events described earlier, the Empire overcame the divided armies of the Western Nobles and managed to expand to the west and reach the western sea, now an invaluable trading route.
The common theory among Imperial scholars concerning the battle, or the lack of one is that the general in command of the Imperial army the XXII legion, Tiberius Equitus Caesar had sent in spies that poisoned the food and water supply of the army. The first messages that came from the XXII legion described a silent camp of corpses, all dead in their sleep with no shed blood, which enforces the claim that the cause of their death was poisoning on a massive scale. Even though it is the most reasonable theory, criticism had pointed out that the general had no ties with such individuals and there was no sign of infiltration into the camp.
Another theory claims that an illness claimed the lives of over seven thousand men, of which were four thousand armored knights ? the module from which the Empire had based their second reformation of the army on in 701 in the year of our lord on. But there were no evidence of the spread of the illness, requiring the condition that all of the army became ill at the same day and died together overnight, which is preposterous.
A popular myth in the local lands tells of an estranged, beautiful woman that was the consort of a local deity. With the help of the deity the woman became a part of the marching Army and poisoned its water and food supply. It is said that the woman had asked for eternal life from her partner, which she received, only to be faced with a dilemma. She was to kill young men and use their blood to retain her looks or else she would wither into an old hag. Thus, the myth of the mistress of the forest was born. In the first few decades after the conquest of the Western Lands, many young soldiers went missing only to be found naked and gutted, hung on a noose made out of their own intestines on a tree. These murders plagued the region which was once the chases and parks previously owned by Red Richard. To this day, eighty years from that fateful battle ,young men bearing the sigil of the Empire are murdered in these parts in a similar fashion, but these actions are attributed to local resistance groups that mimic the tales of the mistress of the forest in their attempts to keep her memory and the memory of their heritage alive?"
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Alessandro is tall, mildly muscular as a result of using his bow, nimble and agile. He looks rather plain, his freshly cut dark hair and brown eyes do not attract any attention, and neither does his unattended face.
He wears short leather breeches, a cloth shirt fastened by a leather belt and leather boots. His bow is placed in a leather satchel next to his quiver which are both slung behind his back. His gutting knife rests in a sheath hanging from his belt.
Class/Job: As a peasant, he supported himself by hunting in the royal forests for small game, rabbits and the like. When he was drafted to the King's campaign, he fed the army as it marched. When he returned he became a poacher and began to hunt bigger game, closer to the castles of the nobles and sometimes confronted hunting parties.
Weapons and Gear: His gutting knife, his longbow and a quiver with a few arrows.
Magic (If applicable): None.
Personality: Alessandro changed after he had been forced to join the campaign of Red Richard. Before he became a cook, he lived by himself in the forests surrounding the Castle belonging to the House of the Falcon. He was shy and avoided human contact, followed the laws placed by the noblemen and kept to himself.
After his encounter with death, he had changed. He became bolder, a risky poacher treading in unknown territory. He became even more isolated from society as his confidant and sole companion became Death. He became more ambitious and resentful for the noblemen that wage their petty wars over marriages and bastards, so he was told by Death.
He fends for himself and rarely thinks of others. He now sees the forest as his playing ground, no longer subject to any noblemen. His trust is very difficult to earn.
Biography:
Death came to me one night. It whispered in my ear, and I answered. I do not regret my actions. However, I do not explain my motives. I simply cannot.
At first I thought that men stay silent at their moment of demise. They wither away, their eyes closed and their hearts lay next to their gods and lovers. When I slit his throat I had seen a man die for the first time, his eyes greet me now whenever I close my own and wander into my thoughts. He held on to dear life and struggled for air, which only caused him to bleed faster. It was only due to death that I was not discovered that night.
Then it came to me the next night. It whispered in my ear, and I answered. I did not dare kill another man with my own hands. I could not see those eyes again. But I answered its call, and I had to do its bidding.
As a young boy I lived in the forests of Red Richard. My father was his gamekeeper. He taught me everything he knew about the forest. At one of the many hunting expeditions Red Richard had arranged, one of his servants came to the kitchen with an assortment of mushrooms he found growing after a week of rain. My father saved the life of Red Richard and his companions from poisonous mushrooms, and even though the servant had no malice in his actions he was put down.
I answered death. I had killed all of the men that ate my broth that night. I had also killed all of the men that had eaten the broth of my fellow cooks. I had pleased death, and it answered.
It came to me the next night, when I laid next to corpses. It came to me in the image of a beautiful woman. It thanked me for my service and asked me for my very own request. I did not dare say a word. She smiled at me. As she held me tighter, she told me why. She told me who she was, and why she could not be Death. She told me of her family and clan and how they live, away from man.
I was with her till the dawn. When she left, I begged her to stay. Among corpses, I waited for death to arrive once more. The next night it came again, and it called me by name. It again asked me for my request, but it warned me that Death must repay its debts. I smiled at her and asked her to join me yet again. When the dawn came, I made my request.
She made me the man I am. I returned to my home after I had seen the stolen jewelry the officers had for their wives. I began hunting only after I had taken the finest sword the commander had in his arsenal. I grew bolder with my expeditions; I began hunting in the nearby chase of the house of Red Richard. Since his demise his son did not venture often out to hunt, and when he did he avoided di Mortis. Every night death comes to me at sundown. It greets me and I greet it back. I say I love her.
She can't answer me the truth.
.
What the History Books Say
An excerpt from the Conquest of the West ? The Noblemen, Laying the history of the Royal house
"?In the winter of 673 in the year of our lord, Richard the Red from the house of the Falcon led his and his vassal's forces against the ever expanding Empire. It is speculated that the combined forces of the resistance would have held the marching Imperial Army back and stopped their conquest of more lands to the west, but records show that even though the armies were assembled, no battle was fought.
The men in power at the time were at the head of the Feudal System. Contrary to the Empire, the feudal system did not concentrate the control of lands in the power of one man, the Emperor, but had various fiefs granted to noblemen which were loyal to a king. The system was flawed and untrustworthy as decentralization made the king powerless and rivalries between the noblemen were common.
Richard the Red, a powerful nobleman took the title of King when the line of the Monarchs of the West died out in 668 in the year of our lord. His claims were recognized only by his vassals and Richard the Red could not subdue the neighboring noblemen under his rule. Thus the kingdom was split into two, which helped the Empire greatly in its conquest of the Western Lands.
The victory in 673 in the year of our lord over the army of Red Richard and his vassals was the turning point in the conquests of the Empire. In the east the Empire had faced great fortifications and natural obstacles that rendered expansion into that direction too dangerous and in the west a strong King with a strong Army stood on guard. Due to the events described earlier, the Empire overcame the divided armies of the Western Nobles and managed to expand to the west and reach the western sea, now an invaluable trading route.
The common theory among Imperial scholars concerning the battle, or the lack of one is that the general in command of the Imperial army the XXII legion, Tiberius Equitus Caesar had sent in spies that poisoned the food and water supply of the army. The first messages that came from the XXII legion described a silent camp of corpses, all dead in their sleep with no shed blood, which enforces the claim that the cause of their death was poisoning on a massive scale. Even though it is the most reasonable theory, criticism had pointed out that the general had no ties with such individuals and there was no sign of infiltration into the camp.
Another theory claims that an illness claimed the lives of over seven thousand men, of which were four thousand armored knights ? the module from which the Empire had based their second reformation of the army on in 701 in the year of our lord on. But there were no evidence of the spread of the illness, requiring the condition that all of the army became ill at the same day and died together overnight, which is preposterous.
A popular myth in the local lands tells of an estranged, beautiful woman that was the consort of a local deity. With the help of the deity the woman became a part of the marching Army and poisoned its water and food supply. It is said that the woman had asked for eternal life from her partner, which she received, only to be faced with a dilemma. She was to kill young men and use their blood to retain her looks or else she would wither into an old hag. Thus, the myth of the mistress of the forest was born. In the first few decades after the conquest of the Western Lands, many young soldiers went missing only to be found naked and gutted, hung on a noose made out of their own intestines on a tree. These murders plagued the region which was once the chases and parks previously owned by Red Richard. To this day, eighty years from that fateful battle ,young men bearing the sigil of the Empire are murdered in these parts in a similar fashion, but these actions are attributed to local resistance groups that mimic the tales of the mistress of the forest in their attempts to keep her memory and the memory of their heritage alive?"
EDIT: Hey, players, could you please read my sheet and tell me whether or not you fully understood it? I'll appreciate it greatly.
I was thinking a pocket-watch, which I guess depends on the series, but alright, I'll give it a quick change. Just check the sheet post in a few minutes.Tips_of_Fingers said:
While I'm not a player I read it and did indeed understand it. I also noticed your rather direct parallels to the Roman Empire; as well as introducing a new(?) computation of time, known only as in the year of our lord; are you also introducing Christianity into this universe or does it simply refer to whatever monotheistic religion these 'romans' may have had?TheIronRuler said:
.The Hairminator said:
'In the year of our lord' did come from Latin, referring to Jesus Christ, but I do not want to involve any real world aspects in this fable. Instead I will use this dating system since it concerns the affairs of the Empire (And because using the Japanese dating system is a kick in a balls. No, I will not make a bloodline of all of the emperors and the time in which they ruled. I have a life. Sort of).
Now I just need to find a suitable situation to describe, because otherwise it'll be all over the place.
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I did like the God Kings the Aztec had, being the brother of the sun sounds neat.
Okie dokie. Friends before RPs and all that jazz....avouleance2nd said:
Haha, from pocket-watch to knife? Quite a jump! Thanks for changing it though. = DCloggedDonkey said:
Haven't done this in quite a while, but your thread piqued my interest. After much thought, and labor my sheet is ready for your viewing pleasure. If any changes need be made then SO BE IT! I am kinda excited for this, haha!
Name: Sai'if Jyukas
Gender: Male
Age: 46
Appearance: 5'4" at 155 lbs, his wavy dark brown hair compliments his olive brown skin and reaches the base of his neck at longest, though it is noticeably beginning to grey. His face is handsome yet un-remakable save for an aged scar stemming from the inner corner of his left eye brow travelling across the bridge of his nose to the right corner of his mouth then taking a slight curve downward as it ends at his jaw line. His well trimmed goatee and moustache are scared as well, unable to grow hair where the blade destroyed the roots. His eyes are light grey, but when one looks into them deeply for long enough, they become an obsidian black.
A dark grey wool hooded cloak rests on his shoulders and his black shirt is covered by a leather vest. Steel greaves adorn his forearms, intricately etched with emblazoned eyes underneath which are the words Ego Hunt Scelestus. A bandolier holds six daggers across his chest and a sizeable leather belt is clasped around his abdomen holding a number of pouches and two water skins on the back. Black pants slip behind steel shin guards before being tucked into leather boots. All this gear looks like it once may have been well made but has since become aged and worn.
Weapons and Gear:A stout side sword hangs sheathed from the left of his waist, six daggers are held across his chest as explained previously, another two lie concealed on the inside of either bracer. Climbing tiger claws can be seen if one notices on his gloved hands. In one of the pouches on the front of his belt are black eggshells, carefully filled with a combination of grounded pepper and glass to be thrown in the face of a foe causing great pain and temporary blindness.
Class/Job: Rogue/Soul Watcher
Magic: As with any Soul Watcher, Sai'if has the ability to look into the depths of a person's soul to see their pain, joy, fear, sins, and kindness so that they might be judged. The image is not completely clear, and individual acts from the person's past can't be deciphered, but recurring or drawn out doings can be more easily seen. Aside from this he has no magical abilities.
Personality: Having had the ability to see the tragedy behind the eyes of anyone he's met has forced Sai'if to become somewhat detached from his own emotions. Everyone has known pain and suffering, especially during these dark times and to feel compassion for every soul he comes across would break his emotions past their limits. The only one he ever truly shows emotions to is his apprentice Kasris. To others he is polite and courteous, if somewhat cold and thus often comes off as ungenuine. Dispatching the wicked is his job, and most judgments are carried out with little to no feeling, though the occasional guilty comes along that is either elusive, challenging or has commited truly great enough sins to get him riled up and excited again.
While most often assume the ability to look into the souls of others would make Soul Watchers religious and devout, the pain, evil, and darkness he sees causes him to question the wisdom, justness, morality, and power of the gods or if they even exist at all. If asked his greatest fear he would simply say, "Centipedes. Not sure why but something about them just truly gets underneath my skin, and I've never met one with a good soul."
Biography: How did I become a Soul Watcher? That's a rather upfront question that most people lack the courage to ask. Unfortunately it's one not so easily answered either as even we Soul Watchers don't truly know how we came into being or what triggers the change within us that allows us to see others' true selves. Perhaps the Soul Watchers from before the years of Retribution, when we were once more commonly known as the Grey Eyed Gaurdians, knew more about this subject and could tell you, but alas they and their knowledge are gone. I can see that you are a good man however, so I will try my best to answer your question.
I have no recollection of my parents, as I was abandoned on the steps of the temple in the city of Grahib when I was but a baby, with naught but a note telling my name. The priests raised me devoutly and taught me of good and evil, to be a good little boy likely to grow up to be a priest myself one day. However, I was a spirited youth and longed for adventure and to see the outside world and so I found myself running away and never turning back. As you can imagine the streets of Grahib aren't the kindest to a ten year old boy, and I soon found myself begging, picking through others' waste for scraps and eventually stealing. This was how I met Marcas.
When I was 13 I found myself following a man dressed as though setting out or returning from adventure and adventurers were usually worthwhile targets for pick pocketing as they tend to carry more money on them to pay for services and goods on their long travels. I ran up to him bumping him as I passed to cover up me snatching his coin purse giving him a quick, "Sorry, sir!" for his troubles. I got naught four inches past him when a hand grabbed the arm that held his purse and pulled me back to face him. Initially he looked as though to scold or strike me but he just stared at me silently for a few moments before his expression turned from one of anger to one of curiosity. This is when I noticed that his eyes were grey.
"Are you afraid?" he asked me.
"No, sirrah." I answered back, fear looming in my stomach that only grew greater as his eyes slowly began turning into a black void.
"You're lying. I can see your fear though you try your best to hide it. You show great courage. What is your name?"
"Sai'if, Sai'if Jyukas."
"I see. You are alone in this city are you not? No family or loved ones?" I simply nodded in reply; too awestruck by the man's gaze to use words, though curious as to where these questions were leading. "Do you want to leave this city? To see the world beyond and learn to defeat the evils within it?"
This question caught me off guard and I pondered for sometime searching for the answer. I had always wanted to leave Grahib, to see the world and have adventures, but to defeat evils? That hadn't been part of the original plan, but I began to see that it was my true destiny. To roam the world, seeking out the evil within and destroying it. Of course it could have just been the active fantasies of a young boy, but I felt it to be so. "Yes." I answered confidently.
"Hmm, I know not how I know just as my master before me said would happen, but I feel you are one of us." The man said, more to himself than to me. "You shall come with me. I am Marcas Hywyn, and you shall become my apprentice. You will become a Soul Watcher." There was no question in the statement. It was a simple fact. From then on I was to follow this man. I was to become a Soul Watcher. "You can take this." Marcas said as he unhefted his pack and handed it to me. "Carrying this burden will feel as nothing compared to that of the duty you will one day bear."
With that, I took his pack and followed him out of Grahib and into the world. For 14 years I travelled with him. Learning to fight, track and investigate. My unique skills as a Soul Watcher began to manifest themselves as well. For the first few years I was trained to read faces, body language, tone, all the things that give clues as to people's true intentions. As the years went on however, my blue eyes began to grey and I started to be able to glimpse into people's souls. Marcas fell ill when I was 27 and soon thereafter died peacefully, a rare gift for a Soul Watcher. I then travelled by myself, carrying the burden of my duties alone. That is, until I met Kasris. But that's another story.
What the History Book Says: It is unsure as to when Soul Watchers first came into existence or what created them. Heritage seems to have no play in the matter, as there are few records of Watchers ever having children, and none of a Watcher's offspring becoming Watchers themselves. However, Soul Watchers first came into the public eye when four hundred Watchers formed the Grey Eyed Guardians a little over three and a half centuries ago. They constructed the Grey Keep in the snowy, mountainous region of Blathbane to the North which served as a sort of hub for the Soul Watchers. As word of the Grey Keep spread, more and more Soul Watchers made their way there, and joined the ranks of the Grey Eyed Guardians. At the height of their power, it was said that over three thousand Watchers were associated with the Grey Eyed Guardians.
Two and a half centuries ago, Ra'ath Annul, King of the arid Atunne Kingdom began a genocide of the tribal nomads within his borders, determining them too primitive and inferior for his kingdom. The Grey Eyed Guardians saw this as a great evil and judged King Annul a "Guilty", what the Soul Watchers call one who has been judged for death, and mustered their numbers to launch a massive intervention in the Atunne Kingdom. Despite being outnumbered, the Guardians dealt several serious blows to the Atunne army, crippling them before forcing their way into Grahib, Atunne's capital. Annul's palace was stormed and he and his nobles executed for their sins. This intervention won the hearts of many of the common folk the world over, while isolating others for their brashness. Understandably, the heads of other kingdoms were quite disturbed by the Guardian's actions, and found themselves feeling threatened by a new outside force that didn't play by the same rules as them and could intrude on their sovereignty.
It was fifty years later however, before they were able to act on these fears. So drunk with their own power, watchers roamed the world, and judged just about everyone they met, instantly dealing death to those they judged as Guilty. The Grey Eyed Guardians were now feared by all, and public outcry against their existence was heard throughout the lands. Neighboring kingdoms used this outcry as an excuse to deal with the threat and declared all out war on the Guardians. Caught unprepared, the Grey Keep was razed and all of its occupants slaughtered and a worldwide hunt for Soul Watchers began. Having stopped one genocide, the Soul Watchers now faced their own. Thousands were killed, while the rest went into hiding, still cautiously attempting to carry out their duties of ridding the world of evil. They refer to these times as the years of Retribution.
Thought mostly extinct, Soul Watchers made a reappearance 84 years ago. No longer organized, the Soul Watchers now travel the lands individually or in pairs, often as pupil and master and their numbers are thought to be no more than a couple hundred. Wary of reenacting the years of Retribution, Soul Watchers no longer dispense their justice instantly. Instead, after finding a "Guilty", they use their abilities and investigative skills to provide evidence which can be brought before the populace so that justice may be dealt with popular favor. This process proves infinitely more labor intensive but allows them to carry out their duties without incurring the wrath of the common folk and their sovereigns.
Gender: Male
Age: 46
Appearance: 5'4" at 155 lbs, his wavy dark brown hair compliments his olive brown skin and reaches the base of his neck at longest, though it is noticeably beginning to grey. His face is handsome yet un-remakable save for an aged scar stemming from the inner corner of his left eye brow travelling across the bridge of his nose to the right corner of his mouth then taking a slight curve downward as it ends at his jaw line. His well trimmed goatee and moustache are scared as well, unable to grow hair where the blade destroyed the roots. His eyes are light grey, but when one looks into them deeply for long enough, they become an obsidian black.
A dark grey wool hooded cloak rests on his shoulders and his black shirt is covered by a leather vest. Steel greaves adorn his forearms, intricately etched with emblazoned eyes underneath which are the words Ego Hunt Scelestus. A bandolier holds six daggers across his chest and a sizeable leather belt is clasped around his abdomen holding a number of pouches and two water skins on the back. Black pants slip behind steel shin guards before being tucked into leather boots. All this gear looks like it once may have been well made but has since become aged and worn.
Weapons and Gear:A stout side sword hangs sheathed from the left of his waist, six daggers are held across his chest as explained previously, another two lie concealed on the inside of either bracer. Climbing tiger claws can be seen if one notices on his gloved hands. In one of the pouches on the front of his belt are black eggshells, carefully filled with a combination of grounded pepper and glass to be thrown in the face of a foe causing great pain and temporary blindness.
Class/Job: Rogue/Soul Watcher
Magic: As with any Soul Watcher, Sai'if has the ability to look into the depths of a person's soul to see their pain, joy, fear, sins, and kindness so that they might be judged. The image is not completely clear, and individual acts from the person's past can't be deciphered, but recurring or drawn out doings can be more easily seen. Aside from this he has no magical abilities.
Personality: Having had the ability to see the tragedy behind the eyes of anyone he's met has forced Sai'if to become somewhat detached from his own emotions. Everyone has known pain and suffering, especially during these dark times and to feel compassion for every soul he comes across would break his emotions past their limits. The only one he ever truly shows emotions to is his apprentice Kasris. To others he is polite and courteous, if somewhat cold and thus often comes off as ungenuine. Dispatching the wicked is his job, and most judgments are carried out with little to no feeling, though the occasional guilty comes along that is either elusive, challenging or has commited truly great enough sins to get him riled up and excited again.
While most often assume the ability to look into the souls of others would make Soul Watchers religious and devout, the pain, evil, and darkness he sees causes him to question the wisdom, justness, morality, and power of the gods or if they even exist at all. If asked his greatest fear he would simply say, "Centipedes. Not sure why but something about them just truly gets underneath my skin, and I've never met one with a good soul."
Biography: How did I become a Soul Watcher? That's a rather upfront question that most people lack the courage to ask. Unfortunately it's one not so easily answered either as even we Soul Watchers don't truly know how we came into being or what triggers the change within us that allows us to see others' true selves. Perhaps the Soul Watchers from before the years of Retribution, when we were once more commonly known as the Grey Eyed Gaurdians, knew more about this subject and could tell you, but alas they and their knowledge are gone. I can see that you are a good man however, so I will try my best to answer your question.
I have no recollection of my parents, as I was abandoned on the steps of the temple in the city of Grahib when I was but a baby, with naught but a note telling my name. The priests raised me devoutly and taught me of good and evil, to be a good little boy likely to grow up to be a priest myself one day. However, I was a spirited youth and longed for adventure and to see the outside world and so I found myself running away and never turning back. As you can imagine the streets of Grahib aren't the kindest to a ten year old boy, and I soon found myself begging, picking through others' waste for scraps and eventually stealing. This was how I met Marcas.
When I was 13 I found myself following a man dressed as though setting out or returning from adventure and adventurers were usually worthwhile targets for pick pocketing as they tend to carry more money on them to pay for services and goods on their long travels. I ran up to him bumping him as I passed to cover up me snatching his coin purse giving him a quick, "Sorry, sir!" for his troubles. I got naught four inches past him when a hand grabbed the arm that held his purse and pulled me back to face him. Initially he looked as though to scold or strike me but he just stared at me silently for a few moments before his expression turned from one of anger to one of curiosity. This is when I noticed that his eyes were grey.
"Are you afraid?" he asked me.
"No, sirrah." I answered back, fear looming in my stomach that only grew greater as his eyes slowly began turning into a black void.
"You're lying. I can see your fear though you try your best to hide it. You show great courage. What is your name?"
"Sai'if, Sai'if Jyukas."
"I see. You are alone in this city are you not? No family or loved ones?" I simply nodded in reply; too awestruck by the man's gaze to use words, though curious as to where these questions were leading. "Do you want to leave this city? To see the world beyond and learn to defeat the evils within it?"
This question caught me off guard and I pondered for sometime searching for the answer. I had always wanted to leave Grahib, to see the world and have adventures, but to defeat evils? That hadn't been part of the original plan, but I began to see that it was my true destiny. To roam the world, seeking out the evil within and destroying it. Of course it could have just been the active fantasies of a young boy, but I felt it to be so. "Yes." I answered confidently.
"Hmm, I know not how I know just as my master before me said would happen, but I feel you are one of us." The man said, more to himself than to me. "You shall come with me. I am Marcas Hywyn, and you shall become my apprentice. You will become a Soul Watcher." There was no question in the statement. It was a simple fact. From then on I was to follow this man. I was to become a Soul Watcher. "You can take this." Marcas said as he unhefted his pack and handed it to me. "Carrying this burden will feel as nothing compared to that of the duty you will one day bear."
With that, I took his pack and followed him out of Grahib and into the world. For 14 years I travelled with him. Learning to fight, track and investigate. My unique skills as a Soul Watcher began to manifest themselves as well. For the first few years I was trained to read faces, body language, tone, all the things that give clues as to people's true intentions. As the years went on however, my blue eyes began to grey and I started to be able to glimpse into people's souls. Marcas fell ill when I was 27 and soon thereafter died peacefully, a rare gift for a Soul Watcher. I then travelled by myself, carrying the burden of my duties alone. That is, until I met Kasris. But that's another story.
What the History Book Says: It is unsure as to when Soul Watchers first came into existence or what created them. Heritage seems to have no play in the matter, as there are few records of Watchers ever having children, and none of a Watcher's offspring becoming Watchers themselves. However, Soul Watchers first came into the public eye when four hundred Watchers formed the Grey Eyed Guardians a little over three and a half centuries ago. They constructed the Grey Keep in the snowy, mountainous region of Blathbane to the North which served as a sort of hub for the Soul Watchers. As word of the Grey Keep spread, more and more Soul Watchers made their way there, and joined the ranks of the Grey Eyed Guardians. At the height of their power, it was said that over three thousand Watchers were associated with the Grey Eyed Guardians.
Two and a half centuries ago, Ra'ath Annul, King of the arid Atunne Kingdom began a genocide of the tribal nomads within his borders, determining them too primitive and inferior for his kingdom. The Grey Eyed Guardians saw this as a great evil and judged King Annul a "Guilty", what the Soul Watchers call one who has been judged for death, and mustered their numbers to launch a massive intervention in the Atunne Kingdom. Despite being outnumbered, the Guardians dealt several serious blows to the Atunne army, crippling them before forcing their way into Grahib, Atunne's capital. Annul's palace was stormed and he and his nobles executed for their sins. This intervention won the hearts of many of the common folk the world over, while isolating others for their brashness. Understandably, the heads of other kingdoms were quite disturbed by the Guardian's actions, and found themselves feeling threatened by a new outside force that didn't play by the same rules as them and could intrude on their sovereignty.
It was fifty years later however, before they were able to act on these fears. So drunk with their own power, watchers roamed the world, and judged just about everyone they met, instantly dealing death to those they judged as Guilty. The Grey Eyed Guardians were now feared by all, and public outcry against their existence was heard throughout the lands. Neighboring kingdoms used this outcry as an excuse to deal with the threat and declared all out war on the Guardians. Caught unprepared, the Grey Keep was razed and all of its occupants slaughtered and a worldwide hunt for Soul Watchers began. Having stopped one genocide, the Soul Watchers now faced their own. Thousands were killed, while the rest went into hiding, still cautiously attempting to carry out their duties of ridding the world of evil. They refer to these times as the years of Retribution.
Thought mostly extinct, Soul Watchers made a reappearance 84 years ago. No longer organized, the Soul Watchers now travel the lands individually or in pairs, often as pupil and master and their numbers are thought to be no more than a couple hundred. Wary of reenacting the years of Retribution, Soul Watchers no longer dispense their justice instantly. Instead, after finding a "Guilty", they use their abilities and investigative skills to provide evidence which can be brought before the populace so that justice may be dealt with popular favor. This process proves infinitely more labor intensive but allows them to carry out their duties without incurring the wrath of the common folk and their sovereigns.
In the interest of creating some kind of comprehensive fictional world, can i ask that you refer to the 'In the year of our lords' as I was planning on introducing a large religous organisation that parallels the Christian church but moving away from monotheism and using a doctrine that suggests the world was created by a group of gods referred to not by name, but by the title Lord and whatever it was they were meant to have contributed to the creation of the world.TheIronRuler said:
I only ask as it is such a small change that would make the reading of the final product seem more unified. Of course, if this fucks with your ideas too much, then no worries.
.PleasantKenobi said:
Does the Empire fit into your ideas? Plus, we should further the discussion via PMs from now regarding these changes so that we won't mess the thread.
Ok guys, I'm going to make next Thursday the closing date for applications. All those who have submitted a sheet, make sure it's up to standard - and your own satisfaction - before this time. Those of you who have shown interest but have not yet thrown a sheet in, do so before next Thursday.
As always, if there are any questions, make sure to ask!
Catch y'all later, I'm going to wander Skyrim for a few hours.
As always, if there are any questions, make sure to ask!
Catch y'all later, I'm going to wander Skyrim for a few hours.
Name: Formerly known as Elias Alaxsandre, uses the pseudonym Hatoor Astrad.
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:Elias is 5'7 and extremely slender, bordering on malnourished (The life of a Jester is not one of luxury), with slightly tanned face, which is extremely out of place with the rest of his body. This is because it is mostly pale skin wrapped in a brightly colored, Diamond patterned Jester's Leotard,I say "Brightly colored" not to be vague, but because it's always shifting between various colors on the bright side of the spectrum. It also has an accompanying silly hat with bells on it in matching colors. His face is youthful and exuberant, but his constantly shifting eyes might give one the idea he is constant living in fear of something. His hair is extremely dark brown, bordering on brown, and kept in an unkempt and tangled mess underneath his cap. His eyes are completely black, giving his face a rather eerie feel, something he revels in.
Class/Job: Elias has training as a mage of the school of Illusion magic. He is rather adept at this, but does not laud it as his main occupation, instead being a Jester (As mentioned above.)
Weapons and Gear: He has a wand, which is smooth ivory and about two feet long, tipped with the head of a jester, along with extremely exaggerated grin and funny hat. He also has a variety of potions for alchemical assistance in his illusions. He also carries with him a golden, jewel encrusted locket, containing a picture of the queen of his homeland. He also has a rather large backpack, which he likes to pretend is full of heavy equipment, but is mostly filled with props and cheap novelty devices.
Magic: Elias is an adept illusionist, whether it be simple physical illusions (Such as his eyes) or colorful pictures made of magic. Hand in hand with this is his ability to enchant items with illusionatory effects, such as his Jester's uniform. His Enchantment and Illusion magics can be focused through his wand/Jester rod.
Personality: Elias, despite being a Jester is not a very funny person. He is so legendarily non-humorous that his one big attempt at being funny had him exiled from his homeland. He is however, a very inventive and imaginative person, making the story telling part of his job easier for him. He is rather exuberant, and slightly creepy in his jovial and harmless manner. Some think this may be his misguided attempts at being funny, but he says that most of the time it's just that he felt like doing it and went through with it. This ties in with him being a rather care free person, whether it be about money, life or the law. Lastly, he seems rather jumpy, constantly paranoid that something is going to find him and figure something out about him, and drag him back to where he doesn't want to be.
Biography: Urrrrrrhhh...you wouldn't mind if we glossed over some details of my early life, would you? Fantastic. Anyway, suffice it to say I came from a place I'd rather not go back to and was trained from an early age to be a Mage. The only choice I was give was my school, which I, of course, picked Illusion. So I trained as that, from age 6 to age 15. At which point I faked my own death using the magic they had made me learn. I don't think anyone's figured me out yet, but you never know. I then started to look for work, realising that I needed to make my own money to put food on the table. I started to weigh up my options of what a 16 year old kid with nothing but a knowledge of Illusion magic could do for a living without drawing to much attention to myself.
And people told me, when I was growing up, I had a penchant for telling a story and making stuff up as I went along. So I thought, I'll become a storyteller! that'll be a good job, and it'll keep my low profile. But, sadly, nowadays people don't have many uses for stories when they're in taverns drinking to forget their pasts, escape their sins and drown their sorrows. So, I reasoned, well nobles like story telling, and Jesters can be story tellers, and they're allowed into the courts! So I bought my suit, I enchanted it and modified my eye, give me a bit of mystery and define me from the rest. Things were good for a while until that one gig. It paid real good, 1000 gold or so, but the problem was, you had to be FUNNY. Being stupid kid, I thought that I would be fine being funny, how hard could it be right? Well. I bored 2 courtiers quite literally to death and nearly killed a duke. This was counted as manslaughter in my homeland, which resulted in my exile, which led to me becoming a wanderer. As you may have guessed or known, this is not the best or most profitable lifestyle to live, but it's better than death.
What the History Book says:Elias Alaxsandre was the eldest son of the Tharblae Dynasty, the ruling family of Ioas, and first in line for the throne when his father died. Elias was a charismatic and care free prince, often thought to be a frivolous and lacking in responsibility, not preparing even slightly for his ascent to the throne. His family insisted that he train as a mage early on in his life to continue the line of the Tharblae dynasty?s Wizard Kings, whose magic allowed them an even tighter iron grip on the country. His mother tried to move him down in line for the throne, knowing as his closest family member that he did not want to be the next king. But alas, to no avail. When his father grew terminally ill, he began to panic. He did not want the responsibility of running Ioas. Luckily for him, he was assassinated in his court by a local mad man. Some say that he had goaded the fellow into it to escape the responsibilities of the throne by any means necessary. Some even say he had used his Illusion magic to make everyone simply Think that the mad man had killed him, and had escaped into the night to begin anew. People who have the last theory are generally thought of as paranoid and stupidly hopeful.
Hatoor Astrad is an infamous travelling Jester. Before the event that led to his sizeable infamy, he was a travelling story teller. When asked about his past he would become nervous and tell people that ?He comes from a place he?d rather not go back to? and say nothing more. Eventually, he found that life as a story teller was extremely poor and not to his standard of living, something people considered strange since as long as he had been known he had been stricken with poverty. He became a Jester for the royal courts, trying to play the part of the fool and use his Illusion magic to entertain the courts of the land of Ioas. The matter of his magics have some people guessing that he used to be part of an army of wizards, escaped a strict militaristic life. He became well known and thought of, which led to him being invited a comedy fair for the most revered Gestures in the land. Hoping to make a better life for himself with the 2000 gold paid to anyone who performed. This led to The Astrad Incident, where Hatoor accidentally killed 2 knights and nearly killed a duke simply by being incredibly unfunny. This led to his exile and his becoming a wanderer.
It is thought by some that Elias and Hatoor are the same person, Elias having faked his death to escape responsibility and lead a simpler life. Most people think this to be preposterous, but the short space of time between Hatoor becoming known and Elias being killed, and the fact that Hatoor has been known to keep a locket with the queen?s picture in it at all times does serve to make a rather convincing case. No one has followed this up though, as they reason that if he would really go to such lengths to escape responsibility, he may well deserve to.
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:Elias is 5'7 and extremely slender, bordering on malnourished (The life of a Jester is not one of luxury), with slightly tanned face, which is extremely out of place with the rest of his body. This is because it is mostly pale skin wrapped in a brightly colored, Diamond patterned Jester's Leotard,I say "Brightly colored" not to be vague, but because it's always shifting between various colors on the bright side of the spectrum. It also has an accompanying silly hat with bells on it in matching colors. His face is youthful and exuberant, but his constantly shifting eyes might give one the idea he is constant living in fear of something. His hair is extremely dark brown, bordering on brown, and kept in an unkempt and tangled mess underneath his cap. His eyes are completely black, giving his face a rather eerie feel, something he revels in.
Class/Job: Elias has training as a mage of the school of Illusion magic. He is rather adept at this, but does not laud it as his main occupation, instead being a Jester (As mentioned above.)
Weapons and Gear: He has a wand, which is smooth ivory and about two feet long, tipped with the head of a jester, along with extremely exaggerated grin and funny hat. He also has a variety of potions for alchemical assistance in his illusions. He also carries with him a golden, jewel encrusted locket, containing a picture of the queen of his homeland. He also has a rather large backpack, which he likes to pretend is full of heavy equipment, but is mostly filled with props and cheap novelty devices.
Magic: Elias is an adept illusionist, whether it be simple physical illusions (Such as his eyes) or colorful pictures made of magic. Hand in hand with this is his ability to enchant items with illusionatory effects, such as his Jester's uniform. His Enchantment and Illusion magics can be focused through his wand/Jester rod.
Personality: Elias, despite being a Jester is not a very funny person. He is so legendarily non-humorous that his one big attempt at being funny had him exiled from his homeland. He is however, a very inventive and imaginative person, making the story telling part of his job easier for him. He is rather exuberant, and slightly creepy in his jovial and harmless manner. Some think this may be his misguided attempts at being funny, but he says that most of the time it's just that he felt like doing it and went through with it. This ties in with him being a rather care free person, whether it be about money, life or the law. Lastly, he seems rather jumpy, constantly paranoid that something is going to find him and figure something out about him, and drag him back to where he doesn't want to be.
Biography: Urrrrrrhhh...you wouldn't mind if we glossed over some details of my early life, would you? Fantastic. Anyway, suffice it to say I came from a place I'd rather not go back to and was trained from an early age to be a Mage. The only choice I was give was my school, which I, of course, picked Illusion. So I trained as that, from age 6 to age 15. At which point I faked my own death using the magic they had made me learn. I don't think anyone's figured me out yet, but you never know. I then started to look for work, realising that I needed to make my own money to put food on the table. I started to weigh up my options of what a 16 year old kid with nothing but a knowledge of Illusion magic could do for a living without drawing to much attention to myself.
And people told me, when I was growing up, I had a penchant for telling a story and making stuff up as I went along. So I thought, I'll become a storyteller! that'll be a good job, and it'll keep my low profile. But, sadly, nowadays people don't have many uses for stories when they're in taverns drinking to forget their pasts, escape their sins and drown their sorrows. So, I reasoned, well nobles like story telling, and Jesters can be story tellers, and they're allowed into the courts! So I bought my suit, I enchanted it and modified my eye, give me a bit of mystery and define me from the rest. Things were good for a while until that one gig. It paid real good, 1000 gold or so, but the problem was, you had to be FUNNY. Being stupid kid, I thought that I would be fine being funny, how hard could it be right? Well. I bored 2 courtiers quite literally to death and nearly killed a duke. This was counted as manslaughter in my homeland, which resulted in my exile, which led to me becoming a wanderer. As you may have guessed or known, this is not the best or most profitable lifestyle to live, but it's better than death.
What the History Book says:Elias Alaxsandre was the eldest son of the Tharblae Dynasty, the ruling family of Ioas, and first in line for the throne when his father died. Elias was a charismatic and care free prince, often thought to be a frivolous and lacking in responsibility, not preparing even slightly for his ascent to the throne. His family insisted that he train as a mage early on in his life to continue the line of the Tharblae dynasty?s Wizard Kings, whose magic allowed them an even tighter iron grip on the country. His mother tried to move him down in line for the throne, knowing as his closest family member that he did not want to be the next king. But alas, to no avail. When his father grew terminally ill, he began to panic. He did not want the responsibility of running Ioas. Luckily for him, he was assassinated in his court by a local mad man. Some say that he had goaded the fellow into it to escape the responsibilities of the throne by any means necessary. Some even say he had used his Illusion magic to make everyone simply Think that the mad man had killed him, and had escaped into the night to begin anew. People who have the last theory are generally thought of as paranoid and stupidly hopeful.
Hatoor Astrad is an infamous travelling Jester. Before the event that led to his sizeable infamy, he was a travelling story teller. When asked about his past he would become nervous and tell people that ?He comes from a place he?d rather not go back to? and say nothing more. Eventually, he found that life as a story teller was extremely poor and not to his standard of living, something people considered strange since as long as he had been known he had been stricken with poverty. He became a Jester for the royal courts, trying to play the part of the fool and use his Illusion magic to entertain the courts of the land of Ioas. The matter of his magics have some people guessing that he used to be part of an army of wizards, escaped a strict militaristic life. He became well known and thought of, which led to him being invited a comedy fair for the most revered Gestures in the land. Hoping to make a better life for himself with the 2000 gold paid to anyone who performed. This led to The Astrad Incident, where Hatoor accidentally killed 2 knights and nearly killed a duke simply by being incredibly unfunny. This led to his exile and his becoming a wanderer.
It is thought by some that Elias and Hatoor are the same person, Elias having faked his death to escape responsibility and lead a simpler life. Most people think this to be preposterous, but the short space of time between Hatoor becoming known and Elias being killed, and the fact that Hatoor has been known to keep a locket with the queen?s picture in it at all times does serve to make a rather convincing case. No one has followed this up though, as they reason that if he would really go to such lengths to escape responsibility, he may well deserve to.