Lorich Muskel
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Charicter Name: Lorich Muskel
Login: SickFishLorick was an only child, for the first 5 years of his life that is. This newborn babe that entered his life filled he parents with such joy, such warmth. When Lorich look down on his new baby sister, Sarah they called her, he felt no such things. Still he could tell that he was supposed to, so he smiled and laughed and his parents believed they had two beautiful children.
Two years later Lorich was walking through the city with his mother, helping carry groceries. There was a large crowed with lots of hooting and hollering, the young boy scampered over curious. His mother covered hid eyes a moment later and drug him away, "Did you see anything?" she asked him with worry.
"What was it? what were all those people doing over there mommy, why can't I see?" was his reply, and she breathed a sigh of relief. But he had seen. Saw a man hanged for some crime, his body drop and neck snap hanging there lifeless as those around cheered for blood. He had seen death and it had him fascinated.
Ending a life, forever dead gone. These thought rolled through his head as he lay in bed. They continued to dance around in his skull as he got up to look into his sister sleeping. Grabbing a pillow he smothered it over her face. She struggled slightly but soon it was over. At the age of 7 he had taken his first life, and he felt no remorse. Nothing as his parents cried and screamed when they found her.Nothing as they buried her. Nothing as his parents held him tightly. Nothing as a number of years later he killed them to. Nothing.
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He became more economical in his killing though. His parents led meager existences in a small home which he sold when he knew it would be his inheritance so he sped it along.
He was 16 when he left home, or what was his house that he'd sold.
Traveling was harder than he'd thought. A man spoke out, "Praise and fear Bane! All who do not have fear will learn it"
It was a Zent, not just one but many all heavily armed and armored, to many. The group approached and the mases were either drien back or forced to there knees then they were uppon him. Lie.
"Fear Bane and all who oppose him." He cried out and bowed his head in respect. The Zents grinned at his response and left him alone in there pass. Fools.
A woman was slain near him. He picked up her coin purse, she wouldn't need it any longer.
......................................................................A man in the back of a library, old and with tombs piled high. He had a book Lorich wanted, a book of vampires. It was said they lived forever, that seemed preferable to death that comes so easily.
"Excuse me sir but are you done with that book?" Lorich asked in a submissive tone.
"Eh who wants to know?" The Old man Grumbled.
"I am Dan, just a simple scribe sent to copy a book" Lorich lied, and with such ease. Only the old man look at him strangly for a long moment.
"No it isn't, and no you arnt," he cackled wily. How did he know? Don't break your facade he could be guessing. "Have a seat my boy and I'll tell you a few things about undead, and magic." Lorich was hesitant, but the man had seen through him and was not offended. Perhaps get him close so he can stab him and use him and raise him as undead? Thoughts coursed through him, and he decided quickly to sit but far enough away that a blade would not easily reach him.
"There's a little deity know as Velsharoon..." The man began, and the rest as they say is history.
..................................................................Rain slicked hair wet and 18. Traveling had taken a lot out of him and now he decided to stop and set his feelers out. There was supposed to be strong necromancy here. A never ending graveyard, something about a tree, undead armies being raised. Don't let anyone know your a priest of Velsharoon, keep your head down, don't seem over eager, lie when you can and keep track of them. You may be in Narfell a while so dont make any enemies.
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