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Domri Blackblade Domri Blackblade Find all posts by this user AND MY AXE Posts:268 Joined:Jul 2013 Character:Domri Blackblade Linkshell:Rudra's Storm Server:Balmung Reputation: 69 Looking For Some Clarification | #1 08-09-2013, 12:30 PM Hi, guys! I'm pretty new here and with B4 just around the corner next week, I've been putting in a lot of work into my character and her back story. But I've been seeking just a little bit of clarification on small things. Anything anyone here can help me out with, I'd be really thankful for. (I will also include a spoiler tagged version of what I have at the bottom of this.) First, I decided I will not be RPing a character that time skips. I was thinking of having her be a little bitter about the time skippers getting to sort of coast by those five years of chaos. I know it's a heroic thing that they're coming back, but would it be natural for the average merc to just be a little bitter or even envious of the skippers? Second, I know we don't really know the specifics of what on during those five years. (Or we could I just just haven't found it!) Is there a place or a consensus about how things may have gone from the coming of Bahamut into present day? Or maybe even when reconstruction began and things seemed to let up? I sort of glossed over the 1.0 lore for now in my write up as well because I really want to get a grasp on it as well. I found the resources here, so I will be utilizing them when I get another proper chance. However, if you'd like to read what I have and maybe offer me some constructive criticism on anything I might have gotten wrong, I'd really appreciate it. I apologize in advance, it's very lazily edited, but I did my best with it on such little sleep! (Inspiration strikes at the worst times.) SO I know the grammar and other issues going on with it. I'm mostly looking for anything I might have misinterpreted in the history. Again, thank you in advance to those who help me out. I'm looking forward to being a part of this game and this community! Is it next week yet?! Show Content Back Story“Shh, my love,” my mother whispered as she curled around me on the bottom floor of our home. I didn’t know what was going on back then. Just that it was something bad. Our home had been littered with bad men, evil men. A man, who I know know now is called Theodorac, declared himself the ruler of our home. I was very young when he arose to power, so all my memories of home and deeply rooted in secrecy and rebellion. I remember we had to worship in small groups in private, in underground venues. You see, they killed the people they found worshipping any other than the goddess Nymeia, who coincidentally is my namesake. I still don’t know how I feel about that. Should I revile her for all that happened? My father was a monk of The Fist of Rhalgr as was my elder brother. They rebelled for as long as I can remember alongside the others. Family friends and men and women whom I never met would go out with my father and not return. I did not know of the torture and execution back then. All I remember was worrying if my father or brother would make it back or if they would disappear with the others. It was getting worse with every day and I remember my mother wrapping her arms around me and looking as if she had seen the eyes of death. It was such a sudden shift that I could not help but feel uneasy. Up until then, my mother had remained confident that this man would not succeed in his tyranny. I couldn’t comprehend what would cause such a strong woman to cave in to fear. Until my brother, Hotch, came home… “The temple…” he breathed out as he burst through the door. “The temple is lost. Father is dead.” I remember the sinking feeling in my stomach as I looked at Hotch. He was covered in blood, his and his enemy’s. His dark hair was matted and clung to his face as the blood dried and caked within it. But what I remember most were his eyes. Dark, hopeless, helpless. “We have to leave,” my mother said, and she meant it. We near left everything that was ours behind us, disguised ourselves, and continued our lives in secrecy hoping that Ala Mhigo would defeat this evil. Each day grew harder and harder. My brother was a target. They wanted every Fist of Rhalgr dead, and they were doing everything they could to ensure it. It was strange. Even in the face of all that, my brother found time to smile. He even began to teach me some of his ways. I was a child, but he said they would not show me mercy. I would have to learn to defend myself. Looking back, what a laughable thing. Not that I’m not happy for what I learned from him.  It has shaped my life. But to think a tiny highlander child could ‘defend herself’ against any of that… Eventually our people had enough and they stormed the palace in revolt of Theodorac and his atrocities. As if the gods themselves answered our prayers, we thought we had found salvation. The Garleans rode in and captured the city, and Theodorac, in all of his cowardice, took his own life. We thought this would be the start of the rebuilding of our culture. That all would be well. However, we were wrong. So very wrong. My mother was no fool, though. She saw the evils in the Garleans and she immediately set out to have us escape. But we were under occupation. She tried to warn others that this meant nothing good, but the city was so overrun with chaos and lawlessness that very few even listened. A lot decided to remain in ignorance. What my mother did rally was a small group. We would strike at the darkest hour. There was an out that was not well known and very lightly guarded. When we came to it, that was the first time I saw my brother fight. He and a couple others took out the guards to clear a path for the rest of us to escape. While the guards were distracted, we made a break for it. We came as twelve and left as eight. Not everyone who helped take out the guards survived. Hotch was one of them. I wanted to stay and wait for him on the off chance that he made it, but my mother refused. She said we had to keep moving and not stop. I owe my life to my brother and those that helped us escape. My mother started a life as a merchant and as I grew older, I continued to expand on what my bother taught me. It was hard considering most everything pertaining to the monk-hood was destroyed or locked away. To help bring in money, I took up freelance mercenary work. Everything was working out. Until Dalamund. I lost my mother in the destruction those years brought. Her home, her shop. All was destroyed. Every day of it was a question of survival. Would I live to see the morrow? It was hell.  However, we prevailed. The cities have been rebuilt and life is largely less of a question of making it another day. I’ve picked up my freelance work again. Though, something strange has happened. There are people appearing everywhere, claiming the come from the past — from the events at Dalamund. How privileged they are. They got to jump through the suffering, the destruction, and the rebuilding. For now, though, all I am going to focus on is rebuilding my life. I will attain power in the honor of my family who sacrificed all that they were so that I may continue on. I will not let them down.

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Looking For Some Clarification - by Domri Blackblade - 08-09-2013, 12:30 PM RE: Looking For Some Clarification - by Sounsyy - 08-09-2013, 01:17 PM RE: Looking For Some Clarification - by Domri Blackblade - 08-09-2013, 01:26 PM

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