3. Amakiir; where he's been what he's doing

Amakiir; where he's been what he's doing

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    Player name: Amakiir (Am-a-keer)
    Account name: MewingLoki

    In his home country, Amakiir led the band of arcane archers that defended his home. His band was undefeatable, having never lost a member and always coming out on top. Their strategies were unguessable, their arrows unblockable, and their victories as numerous as the stars. However not long ago, darkness spread over the land, and terrifying armies once again threatened his country. The armies were made up of a previously unknown strain of orcs. Their armor was thicker, their shields broader, and their spears longer. Once again Amakiir's band was called on to eliminate the threat. Nut this time…..this time it would be different...

    Amakiir and his men prepared for the hunt. They used their magic to strengthen their armor and enhance their bows. They dressed in the customary robes of their band and set out to meet the orc armies. As they neared the first contingent, the orcs spotted them before they had expected and loosed a volley of arrows. The archers were ready and their mage armor protcted them from the deadly shafts. At Amakiir's comand his band loosed a volley of arrows embued with magic that burst like fireballs upon impact. The first volley destroyed the front line, and the second eliminated most of the first column. Satisfied, Amakiir took his band onward towards the main force.

    What he had not predicted was the orcs that had surrounded his band under a cloak of invisibility. His men settled into their new hillside position overlooking the next group of orcs. They rested and prepared their spells. However, while their guard was down, the hidden orcs revealed themselves and began to slaughter Amakiir's comrades. For the first time, his band shed blood. Their robes, usually an impenetrable force when embued with magic, did nothing but serve as brilliant burial robes for the elves they covered. Amakiir rallied the elves he could and made an expeditious retreat into the woods and to the ports where they could sail away. They left the land and their country which was sacked two days later.....

    The group disbanded and went their separet ways. Some to Calimport only to become drunkards, others to Neverwinter to die of plague. Amakiir however, landed in Narfell seeking to make amends for his sins against his country as well as regain his former abilites lost in his desperate defeat.

    He now seeks to relearn the magic of his fromer group and regain the skill he used to posses with a bow....


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