Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Aug 10, 2004 17:43:12 GMT -5
My self proclaimed name is Slyfoot, of the house of M’Zors. The following document is a brief summery of my life up to this point in time. Read it if you care to.
I was born daughter of Xzethal and Shrykl M’Zors. My first memory was when I was three years old and my grandmother, Julanteh, gave me my first spell book. Though I could not read it yet, I remember its shiny cover and the pictures of how to hold your hands when casting. This is the only happy memory I have.
From then I lived a life few would suffer through. My parents neglected me and thought I was worthless. At the age of 14, they forced me to marry another Teir’Dal, for their own personal gain. This man was a great enchanter and knew many spells and mind tricks. He had studied the ways of the enchanters for several decades, as he was 482 when he married me.
My marriage was for only one reason, and that was to be the test subject of this man’s desire to create a spell that would allow him to live after his body no longer functioned. My parents agreed to this because he said they would be the first to have access to the spell once perfected. My parents died a year later , killed by raiders, while traveling to Freeport.
For the next 4 years of my life I was subject to his torture. He wished to implant his soul into my flesh and live on through me. But he didn’t want to wait until he died to make sure it would work. So he killed rodents, snakes, goblins….I can’t remember all he killed, and placed each of their souls within me. The souls lived, but they could not control me; that is what he really wanted. So he continued to test the spell, each time making the soul he placed in me stronger, and each time removing the soul through the painful act of excretion. You cannot know of such pain less you live through it.
Finally, he died, but on his dieing breath he cast the spell, and his soul entered my body. I struggled for a year to keep him from controlling my mind. It was a tough battle, but I was stronger than he was. This was the time I joined the Empire and discarded the name my parents gave me, replacing it with Slyfoot. His soul no longer lives within me, and I now seek to know more of my true heritage. Now that I am free to live as I please and I am no longer hidden from society, I wish to gain knowledge of the Teir’Dal, knowledge no one ever carried to teach me nor that I have been able to observe in my secluded past.
As submitted,
Slyfoot M’Zors
I was born daughter of Xzethal and Shrykl M’Zors. My first memory was when I was three years old and my grandmother, Julanteh, gave me my first spell book. Though I could not read it yet, I remember its shiny cover and the pictures of how to hold your hands when casting. This is the only happy memory I have.
From then I lived a life few would suffer through. My parents neglected me and thought I was worthless. At the age of 14, they forced me to marry another Teir’Dal, for their own personal gain. This man was a great enchanter and knew many spells and mind tricks. He had studied the ways of the enchanters for several decades, as he was 482 when he married me.
My marriage was for only one reason, and that was to be the test subject of this man’s desire to create a spell that would allow him to live after his body no longer functioned. My parents agreed to this because he said they would be the first to have access to the spell once perfected. My parents died a year later , killed by raiders, while traveling to Freeport.
For the next 4 years of my life I was subject to his torture. He wished to implant his soul into my flesh and live on through me. But he didn’t want to wait until he died to make sure it would work. So he killed rodents, snakes, goblins….I can’t remember all he killed, and placed each of their souls within me. The souls lived, but they could not control me; that is what he really wanted. So he continued to test the spell, each time making the soul he placed in me stronger, and each time removing the soul through the painful act of excretion. You cannot know of such pain less you live through it.
Finally, he died, but on his dieing breath he cast the spell, and his soul entered my body. I struggled for a year to keep him from controlling my mind. It was a tough battle, but I was stronger than he was. This was the time I joined the Empire and discarded the name my parents gave me, replacing it with Slyfoot. His soul no longer lives within me, and I now seek to know more of my true heritage. Now that I am free to live as I please and I am no longer hidden from society, I wish to gain knowledge of the Teir’Dal, knowledge no one ever carried to teach me nor that I have been able to observe in my secluded past.
As submitted,
Slyfoot M’Zors
