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« on: November 29, 2004, 05:13:45 pm »
Hey, folks! I\'m kinda new to this forum so thought that I should start my character\'s \"History\", while I have \"nothing to do\". Here is some that I have wrote in notepad as something to get me started. Please leave your honest opinion.
PS: The spaces at the ends of the lines are there because notepad doesn\'t automatically leave spaces when you get to the edge of the text box.
\"This is my project; An ever-changing story of
the interesting life led by Eitri Helmsguard. An epic document on the
Rebel egyptians in Queslar, the dark secrets of the orcs, the conspiracy
of the Dwarven Empire, and many more interesting and historical events that
shaped the lives of many, especially Eitri. There will be more chapters
added, and an updated Epilogue. I hope you enjoy this, considering the
massive amount of work put into it for the entertainment of me and you
alike.
Some of the story will be written in 3rd person, and some will
be written in 1st person. Although this may be confusing, it will add
better effects to the story, and make it more interesting to read.
Now, enough talking and get on to the story!
\"Sit down at the campfire and tell us another story!\" Cried Yergar, a
young and peculiar human boy.
\"Why do I always have to tell the stories,\" asked Eitri- \"I\'m
growing old and my throat is getting dry!\"
Yergar led the other toddlers into a forcing chant. \"STORY!
STORY! STORY!\" They urged.
\"Alright, alright!\" He replied.
Long long ago- fourty four years to be exact- a child was born.
Not a human, not an elf, he was a dwarf. This baby\'s name was Eitri; A
name decided by the Dwarven King before he was even born, for this
baby was of royal blood. Although not direct, for his mother was the second
cousin of the prince. The baby had amazing intelligence. By the age of three
months, he was able to express feelings by smiling or frowning when
he was happy or angry. By the age of 4, he knew basic geometry, and
was predetermined by the crown to beging being schooled in the arcane
ways at the age of seven. His parents however, never approved of this.
They were hung.
Eitri was fostered. He was placed in a home for \"gifted children\" and
was schooled earlier than suggested. He was casting basic healing spells
at the age of 12, and at the age of 16, he had mastered the art of his
choice; necromancy. Two years after, he was legally declared a man, and
decided to give up on magic and earn a living by mining ore and
smithing it; He was destined to be an Armour Smithy.
Eitri kneeled before the king and asked for his approval to leave the
town. It was declined, and stubborn Eitri was inclined to sneak out of
town.
Eitri trudged across the chilly white layer of snow on the ground, and
entered the Northern Forest - his mobility was cut short. Adding
to the great disadvantage of being two-feet tall, a large heap of dead
Black Spruces lay sprawled on the ground before him. It appeared to have a
Diameter of atleast seven-thousand meters around, so the idea of walking
around the heap was like a suicide attempt. Eitri started to climb the
dusty trunk of one of considerable size. Icy drops of persperation
dropped from the Dwarf\'s head. \"\'Tis a difficult task to complete\", he
commented. Groaning, he managed to inch his way up the trunk of the tree,
onto the top of the pile. He almost slipped on the slippery limbs of one
tree, and tumbled head over heels to the ground. \"Atleast I got over!\" He joked.
Eitri continued on his way until he stumbled upon a small village northeast
of the forest, and rested in the small empty inn found on the outskirts
of town.\"
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