Character Backstories

[Reijas]

Well, I wrote this for my character for EQ2. Figured others would probably write some tales eventually as well, so might as well start a topic :).

My story to follow.

[Reijas]

High in his favorite tree in Qeynos, above the hustle and bustle of the townsfolk going about their various business, Reijas rests against the thick trunk watching out over the walls of the city to the forest as the sun sets behind the trees. This was one of his favorite times of day, sitting alone in his tree, watching another day end in a brilliant stream of colors and light, as the sun rested its head on the other side of Norrath. His heart felt so at peace watching this, enjoying the last seconds of the day, the last moments of the day before the reminder of what horrors had taken hold of the world were so obviously re-displayed.

With the setting of the sun, Reijas turns his head looking up in the East sky, fighting with himself not to divert his eyes, to see the stark reality of what this once wonderful world had become, the rising of the shattered moon, Luclin. With the site of destruction before his eyes, Reijas’ mind is crushed as the memories of his father crash on the shore of his thoughts. Gripping tightly the neck of the lute that lay across his lap, Reijas silently cursed the gods for their greed, for their fear, but most of all, for their hand in his uncertainty about the whereabouts since the war with the Rallosian Armies, of the greatest man he had ever known, his father, Sajier Shadowchorde. A tear running down his cheek as he saw his father’s face in his mind and heard his voice with the all familiar lullaby that he had heard so many times as a child under the stars in the treetops of Kelethin, Reijas slowly plucked at the strings of the lute that was beginning to show its near ancient age. This had been his father’s first lute, long replaced by the spoils of his father’s adventures, it served as Reijas' tie to his father’s music, to his dream of a peace on Norrath that would spread through the world as the sounds of a lullaby spread through the night on the soft winds of Kelethin.

His fingers began to wander the strings lightly, tracing the chords and frets his father’s had so long ago done when Reijas had asked him to teach him. Sajier sat Reijas in his lap, and put his young hands inside his own and began to play the lullaby that Reijas had heard so many times. Reijas felt his father’s gentle hands move deftly from one chord to the next, plucking and strumming gently on the strings, his father’s voice ringing softly in his ear as the lyrics washed over him, bringing such peace.

Rest your weary head
Let all troubles leave your side
Let dreams now fill your thoughts
And your heart now be your guide.

The stars shine bright o’er head
And your path shone in their light
Tunare watch o’er you
And give you peace tonight.

Fly to the heavens.
O’er the trees so tall,
For I am here catch you
I shall not let you fall.

Find the love and joy
To lead you on your way
As you have been for me
And shall for all my days.

As the last chord rolled through the wind, a tear rolling from his eye, Reijas realizing that it wasn’t his father’s voice that he had been hearing, but his own. The lute hummed softly as he released the final chord, allowing the sound to wane in the soft breeze.

Reijas looked around the rapidly emptying streets beneath him as the final moments of light pass, the sun finishing its journey to its resting place. Leaning against the base of his tree he saw her, waiting for him. Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up and smiled in that all too familiar way,

“You about ready up there?”

Reijas moved quickly, deftly jumping from brance to branch, making his way back down to street level, landing a few feet in front of her.

“Yes. Lets go” he said somberly. The pair slowly walked the streets to the main gate, leaving the safety of Qeynos, for the unexplored wilds, but only one thought flowed through his mind…

“I will find you father, and I pity anyone who has kept you from me.”

[Barrack]

Sekerath resolutely turned his back on the Kerran village that had just threw him out. His mind burning with fury just as the scratches and previous scars from his sire burned with pain.

He did not care that he was named after some long dead hero of the Luminous Clan line, nor that the portents and signs, from his birth, all pointed to greatness.

He had even toyed with the idea of changeing his name, but the idea of sullying such a heroic name appealed in his mind.

He just knew that they would all pay for this insult, some day, but for now he had heard that Freeport had many opportunities for a quick young mind.

[Queed]

No one knows what exactly Queed was to begin with. Most agree that he even forgot himself. His ability to transform his body into any type of creature at will became such an addiction that he could not hold to any form for very long, including the several dozen he swore were his true form. Some say he was merely a very talented enchanter; others claim he was a demented alchemist who transformed himself into a demon after experimenting with too many of his own homemade brews. There are stories that range from a Teir'Dal bent on infiltrating good organizations to a celestial being sent to observe the affairs of mortals. Eventually, as the scholars will tell you, his body broke down under the stress of his repeated use of this power and he became an unrecognizable blob.

Over time, however, when Norrath was being ravaged by its own changes, Queed retreated into a remote sanctuary to try and regain his strength. Through intense meditation and rest, he was able to purge himself of many of the false identities that he had created, and has finally managed to find himself. Now that the world of Norrath is ready to reawaken, one of its most peculiar of inhabitants, after a centuries-long disappearance, will do the same. But what form shall he take?

"Forget what I was. We shall all see what I shall be."

[-=Tabithas=-]

Hi Everyone,

I'm new here, and I also wrote a little background on my main:

Dear Journal,

I keep trying to keep a proper journal, and I guess I should have started a long time ago, at least I would have had something to read when I start to forget about how it used to be....

I'm leaning against the railing of the Far Journey and looked out across the blue ocean, the salt air is clean and the sounds of seagulls are comforting, I am leaving the past behind, and following the thousands before me and I know that thousands still, will follow my footsteps. We have been sailing for three weeks and, most of the trip was extremely dull. I ended up killing rats for the bimbo deck-hand even though there was a perfectly good Kerra just standing around doing nothing all day. I ran around the ship for a half-hour trying to find the first-mate’s lucky hat, I think he’s a few cards short of a deck!....Oh and I killed that wretched goblin that got loose during the Dracota attack, god those things smell! I’m surprised that the crew of the Far Journey has lasted this long, it seems that they can't do anything themselves!


I guess I better write down my story, it’s pretty standard. Mother, Father and Kaleth killed in the shattering, and I decided to go somewhere where I can make a new life, blah blah blah...Except that I need to find a damn Priestess to find out the name of the deity that saved my life. You see, everyone in my village died except me and just before the blast, I heard a voice calling from far away, ”This is not your destiny” it said. Then the sky suddenly turned blood red and the air itself became wavy with heat, and the people all around me were blistering and catching fire, rolling on the ground in the throes of death, yet I was fine, in fact I was a little chilly! Flames licked at my arms and I couldn’t watch everyone dying anymore so I closed my eyes and huddled in a ball.



When I finally opened my eyes, I wished I hadn’t because the bodies around me were transformed to ash frozen in twisted agony. When I looked down I saw the arm of my brother, Kaleth reaching up to me as if I could save him, I knew it was my brother because the bracelet I gave him for his birthday was still on his arm..… Anyway, I was supposed to die with the rest of my family, now I’m left with the memories of people dying and our great forests blackened…..



So, I'm on my way to The Isle of Refuge and then, the city of Qeynos, to find out who did this to me and ask them to finish what they started…

Hope you like it!!

[Aananla]

Nice! Good job. :)

[Charinida]

Several centuries in the past, she lived in the city of Neriak, being a proud member of the trading guild Dark Bargainers and a powerful wizard in her own right, having visited the various planes of the Gods, even coming close to seeing the Elemental Planes in its glory.

Her desire for power was tempered by her hatred of Freeport, and thus finding solace in Qeynos. Many times, she has traded arcane blows in her fight against the Freeport Militia, especially against Sergeant Slate and his cronies, as she assisted the besieged Knights of Marr. On her visit to the moon of Luclin, she sided with the Vah Shirs, allying herself with these Great Cats.

But, something unknown happened to her, for she was captured by Lucan and found herself powerless and for the first time, helpless to defend herself or others in need, much less travel away from the painful memories that Freeport brought forth. Many things have changed, for what knowledge she knew would not be of effective use for things to come.

With time, she slowly regained the knowledge of the arcane arts, including her love of crafting various items. During all this time, she has dreamed of escaping Freeport and return back to what she had called home - Qeynos.

Her hatred of the undead has not diminished, nor has the desire to destroy the giants has faded. She has always despised slavery, and criminals and will go to great lengths to see freedom and justice prevail.

[leng]

Tabitha: High Elf Summoner (Conjurer wannabe). From her in-game bio.

Although appearing to be a full blooded High Elf, Tabitha can trace her maternal bloodline from the famous wood elf druid Lintilla Brantisvogen. There is a family rumour that the line was fathered by the mighty enchanter Bregalad, although no independent confirmation exists of this story.

I was determined that Breg would make some sort of appearance in EQ2 :wink:

[Sylvene]

Or how an Iksar ended up in a guild of Barbarians.

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Hot... dark… wet… restless, she squirmed. Dark… she tried to stretch. She moved. Instinctively butting her head upward, her hard horned head snapping… cracking… she wanted free. She butted harder.

The day was hot. Hellas… the past days had been hot. But his harvesting had been successful and his bags were full of rare harvests and gems. He’d even found a large egg-shaped fossil. Something that would probably bring a bit of coin in some gnomish curiosity shop. He set his pick against a rock and reached around to his backpack for his drink.

“What the…?” The barbarian exclaimed in surprise as a pack wriggled.

“Damnation.” Had something gotten into his packs? It was the one filled with rare metals and the fossil. He undid the flap and waited. It rocked. Picking up his mining pick, he glared at it.

No… it couldn’t be. What real egg could be that big? Vulriches didn’t grow that big. Dragon eggs? He didn’t steal a mother dragon’s egg did he?

He watched with some trepidation and grasped the pick tighter. He’d seen tame baby dragons for sale in the markets that was for sure, but who knows what he’d found. A large crack appeared, then the top of the egg broke and a scaled head appeared and two liquid brown eyes blinked at him. The rest of the egg was swiftly broken as the creature scrabbled its way out.

“Damnation!” It was an iksar. A bloody iksar. How on Norrath had he found an Iksar egg? Didn’t they take care of their eggs anymore? He’d heard tales of large hatcheries of hot sand. It climbed out of his backpack and was making its way towards him. damn… how did so much iksar get crammed into that egg? It was standing in front of him now and looking up at him. How did you tell if a baby iksar was a girl or a boy? He hunkered down. It stared at him fearlessly and blinked its large brown eyes at him, then opened its mouth in a toothy grin and raised its arms to be picked up.

“Oh… no… Ne-ne-ne-ne-no… No way…” He stood up in a hurry. It made a mewling sound and launched itself at him, wrapping its arms around his leg.

“Argh!” He shook his leg, trying to shake it free. It held on tight, balancing with its tail in the air, its infant frills flaring from it’s head, shrilling with laughter.

“Wheeeeee!”

“Leggo! I’m not your daddy!” He bellowed, trying to pick it off by the scruff of its neck before realizing that it didn’t have a scruff.

He grabbed it by the tail then dropped it, afraid of breaking it.

“Daddy!” it repeated his words. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“Noooooo…”