Karlore
Unofficial Mayor of Wizard Township
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Hi I wrote this back story as part of a roleplay I'm involved in, but it doesn't really fit with the lore so I'm going to rewrite the whole thing. To be honest it's the longest thing I've written in a while and I'm sort of proud of it. I didn't want to just delete it so I figured I would post it here. I'm still a novice writer and I've never really shared my stuff with other people before so I'd be deeply appreciative if anyone could offer any critiques so I can improve. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once, there was a sailor who drifted astray. A strong current had carried his boat far away from land, to a place so heavy with fog he couldn't see the stars to find his way home, and with no wind to push him. The boat drifted aimlessly for many days and nights, beyond his control and at the mercy of the currents. As the days passed his dread turned to numbness. When the final day dawned he awoke and made his way toward the stairs from the hull to the deck, passing his now empty supply cache without so much as a glance. He had accepted his fate, and decided to gaze upon the water one last time as he awaited death. There he lay for several hours until his boat began to shake. He stood to see what was happening as a massive tentacle rose from the water and crashed down over the side of the boat, cracking rail and deck and knocking him back down. He grabbed his harpoon and jabbed the beast over and over, all the while wondering if it was just a hallucination. He must have stabbed the tentacle half a hundred times, but it had no effect but to make the beast angrier. More and more tentacles wrapped around the boat as he heaved with exhaustion until finally the head of the mythical creature rose from the water. Its massive eye seemed to stare into his very soul as numbness gave way to dread once more. Then, he saw his opportunity. He stumbled toward what was left of the rail and braced against it as he hurled the harpoon with all his might into that giant eye. His nemesis was slain but its death spasms had utterly destroyed the boat. Using all the energy it had left, its last act was to wrap a tentacle around his leg. He took the deepest breath he had ever taken before the dead monster pulled him under the waves toward what would surely, this time, be his death. Only when the beast crashed against the ocean floor did it finally release him. He was free, but surrounded by a world of cold darkness, except for the pale blue light in the periphery of his vision. Unable to surface for fear of the bends, and realizing there was no land to swim to anyway, he resolved that his last act would be to uncover the source of the strange light. As he approached it, he found himself surrounded by stone columns and debris. He saw the wreckage of once mighty ships and the skeletons of many other unfortunate sailors, picked clean by fish and overtaken by coral. He came upon a sandstone throne atop a dais, the source of the light. As he approached it, the water flowing from the thing pushed against him. The closer he got, the stronger it was, until he was mere feet from it, where he could proceed no further. He struggled and struggled until he was nearly out of breath, so close and yet so far. Was this how he was to die? A failure, unable to touch the thing he had dedicated the last moments of his life to? He closed his eyes and lunged. When he opened them he was sitting atop it, breathing. Breathing! He was breathing the water. Swarms of sea creatures appeared from the ruins. Mermaids swam up to the throne, congratulating him. Manatees drifted by as whales and sharks and dolphins circled above. A school of fish swam about his body, stripping away the tattered rags he was wearing and dressing him in his new kingly regalia. An octopus approached and handed him his new weapons, a trident and a weighted net. A company of sea horses galloped up to the throne and bowed. More creatures formed a group above them, then more, then more. Before long there were innumerable creatures floating in front of the throne, all bowing before him.
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Hi I wrote this back story as part of a roleplay I'm involved in, but it doesn't really fit with the lore so I'm going to rewrite the whole thing. To be honest it's the longest thing I've written in a while and I'm sort of proud of it. I didn't want to just delete it so I figured I would post it here. I'm still a novice writer and I've never really shared my stuff with other people before so I'd be deeply appreciative if anyone could offer any critiques so I can improve. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once, there was a sailor who drifted astray. A strong current had carried his boat far away from land, to a place so heavy with fog he couldn't see the stars to find his way home, and with no wind to push him. The boat drifted aimlessly for many days and nights, beyond his control and at the mercy of the currents. As the days passed his dread turned to numbness. When the final day dawned he awoke and made his way toward the stairs from the hull to the deck, passing his now empty supply cache without so much as a glance. He had accepted his fate, and decided to gaze upon the water one last time as he awaited death. There he lay for several hours until his boat began to shake. He stood to see what was happening as a massive tentacle rose from the water and crashed down over the side of the boat, cracking rail and deck and knocking him back down. He grabbed his harpoon and jabbed the beast over and over, all the while wondering if it was just a hallucination. He must have stabbed the tentacle half a hundred times, but it had no effect but to make the beast angrier. More and more tentacles wrapped around the boat as he heaved with exhaustion until finally the head of the mythical creature rose from the water. Its massive eye seemed to stare into his very soul as numbness gave way to dread once more. Then, he saw his opportunity. He stumbled toward what was left of the rail and braced against it as he hurled the harpoon with all his might into that giant eye. His nemesis was slain but its death spasms had utterly destroyed the boat. Using all the energy it had left, its last act was to wrap a tentacle around his leg. He took the deepest breath he had ever taken before the dead monster pulled him under the waves toward what would surely, this time, be his death. Only when the beast crashed against the ocean floor did it finally release him. He was free, but surrounded by a world of cold darkness, except for the pale blue light in the periphery of his vision. Unable to surface for fear of the bends, and realizing there was no land to swim to anyway, he resolved that his last act would be to uncover the source of the strange light. As he approached it, he found himself surrounded by stone columns and debris. He saw the wreckage of once mighty ships and the skeletons of many other unfortunate sailors, picked clean by fish and overtaken by coral. He came upon a sandstone throne atop a dais, the source of the light. As he approached it, the water flowing from the thing pushed against him. The closer he got, the stronger it was, until he was mere feet from it, where he could proceed no further. He struggled and struggled until he was nearly out of breath, so close and yet so far. Was this how he was to die? A failure, unable to touch the thing he had dedicated the last moments of his life to? He closed his eyes and lunged. When he opened them he was sitting atop it, breathing. Breathing! He was breathing the water. Swarms of sea creatures appeared from the ruins. Mermaids swam up to the throne, congratulating him. Manatees drifted by as whales and sharks and dolphins circled above. A school of fish swam about his body, stripping away the tattered rags he was wearing and dressing him in his new kingly regalia. An octopus approached and handed him his new weapons, a trident and a weighted net. A company of sea horses galloped up to the throne and bowed. More creatures formed a group above them, then more, then more. Before long there were innumerable creatures floating in front of the throne, all bowing before him.
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