Phoenix



  • Narfell Account Name: Crowx
    Character Name: Crowx

    In a small, cozy cabin, in the forest south of Norwick, lived a woodsman and his daughter, Crowx. The man loved his child, and taught her the ways of carpentry. They eeked out a meager living selling their wares in Norwick. They toiled by day, honing their craft, and in the evenings they strengthened their minds and spirits. The man taught his daughter to read, and the Martial Arts. Before breaking bread, they thanked Ilmatr for their blessings.

    Each morning, Crowx went out to fetch water for the day's duties - washing, cooking, and woodworking. It is on one of these journeys, a few days ago, that the young girl's world came falling down around her like so many shavings from a lathe.

    She was returning from the stream, using the opportunity to sharpen her Martial Arts fundamentals. Each arm was fully outstreched, so her body formed a "T", with palms facing up. In each palm she balanced a full bucket of water, and an apple on top her head. A squirrel collected nuts a few steps away, and never noticed her; she was so quiet.

    As she neared the cabin, her senses began to tingle. The smell of smoke was stronger than it should have been - and did not smell like the stuff that normally wisped from their chimney…. A sudden horror gripped her, and the water buckets crashed to the ground. She sprinted down the path, and before the apple hit the ground, she could see the fire. The structure was fully ablaze, and so hot she could not even get close. She spun around searching wildly for anything, or anyone, her panic overriding all common sense. When she did so, she came face to face with her fate. There, behind the woodpile, was the body of her father. His entriels were strung out in bright red and white clumps, his head had been ripped brutally off and was nowhere in sight. Two goblins hunched over the corpse, unaware of her presence, digging through his rucksack.

    As she died inside, Crowx felt her spirit focus, like the beam of light from a magnifying glass on an unlucky insect. Without making a sound, she flew forward and centered her entire being into one, critical punch. The Goblin on the left heard a thud and a crunch, and glanced at his companion - only to see the other's head had nearly exploded, and a human fist protruded from the forehead. The beast had only a moment to realize that battle was afoot (pun intended), before his skull was crushed by a wooden-heeled boot in the trajectery of a lethal circle kick.

    Crowx buried her father there in the woods, and headed into Norwick. Through quiet reflection and great dedication, she deduced a purpose for her being. She will bring balance and order to all of the World, and she will start in the tiny town of Norwick.



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