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Srry maar dit moet ff van mijn hart, Teir'dal paladin????? And you call yourself a roleplayer
ad: Ik heb dus een persoonlijke hekel aan spelers die een "Evil turns Good" char spelen. Het is niet meer origineel, het zelfs standaard geworden. Drizzt Do'Urden was de uitzondering (ok andere setting maar kom).
Dit is niks persoonlijk, kheb gewoon een persoonlijke afkeur voor mensen die hun Chars background in de vuilbak smijten en dan volledig iets anders schrijven dat wat hun Ras is.
Ok, iedereen wilt dat zijn Char uniek is, maar tegenwoordig maak je het uniek door het te spelen zoals het bedoeld is,
go figure
Anyways :
http://www.truewatchguild.co.uk/wiki/Vazquez
25 jaar, al +7 jaar MMos aant spelen, geLARPed, doe nog DnD (bezig een Drow Campaign te spelen), ...
Hier mijn BIO waar ik 2 jaar geleden aan begonnen ben, en ik eigenlijk eens zou moeten afwerken. Maar ja, ik speel Vazquez al meer dan 7 jaar (4j EQ1 op Tallon Zek PvP en 3j EQ2) begin daar maar eens aan om dat samen te vatten
Vazquez's Biography
Chapter 1 : Baptism of Hatred
Part 1 : Maiden of Innoruuk
Neriak, deep under the mountain at the edge of Nektolus forest. Bastion of Hatred, Place of Innoruuk and Beacon for Teir'dal. Or in short terms Home. Neriak is a place where mystic and necromacy rules, where every Teir'dal has a job to do, every Teir'dal has a purpose and where every Teir'dal follows the words of the Father Innoruuk. This is the Story of one of these Teir'dal. This is the story of Vazquez Montana.
... still work in progress
Part 2: Testing Grounds ... still work in progress
Part 3: Priestess of the Father
"Huh? Where am i? this isn't Neriak? This isn't a place even recon. And why are there so many humans around? Bha, Koada'dal and Sakphul also. What is this? It seems they are planning something? But why don't they see me? I'm right in front of them and they smile at me like of that i'm of their kind. What trickery is this? What magic? i can't even speak. If i can't speak then I'll listen." The High Elf Paladin stoud up and spoke. "Bretren, today we are gathered here to lauch an attack towards our worst enemy, the most mischieved malcontent race their is, the Teir'dal." Vazquez froze when she heared those words how was that possible. Why didn't our spies told us of this. her thougths weren't dry yet or an barbarian warrior came in draging 2 dark elf with him. One of them was Vaz's Older brother Arnas. she didn't know he was on a recon mission but then again there are many things she doesn't know about, because next to the barbarian appeared a dark, yet familiar figure. It was that of N'Troie. What did he do there? He isn't in an illusion form, and yet they don't seize him. N'Troie spoke " Friends, i bring you these spies as a token of my loyalty. I'm sick of our priestess telling me what to do. I want to be a free man, and therefore i bring you knowledge of my city Neriak. For centuries you are trying to get inside. Well, i'll give you the knowledge to get inside." and so did N'Troie betrayed his kindred for a foolish thing like freedom. Vazquez still couldn't believe this was happening. She thought it was a dream, a very bad dream. Maybe if she got a bit closer to her brother she could see he was fake or something. But before she had the chance to look N'Troie sliced their throats. Right in front of her she saw her brother getting killed by the one she has come close with. At that moment she wakes up. Back in Neriak. But at the Dark corner of the room a figure stood. His presence was felt by Vaz and she jumped out of her bed and kneeled humble before the figure. "Father Innoruuk, i serve you " Innoruuk said nothing but he smiled at Vazquez, nodded and smiled. Then he merged with the shadows of the room and vanished. 2 seconds it took to put everything together. Then she felt the hatred boiling deep inside her. She grabbed gear and ran to the Temple. She needed to speak to the High Priestess. When she arived, she told the whole story. The priestess believed her coz she had seen signs of Innoruuks presence. She assembled the Ebon Mask, the most lethal group of Rogues Neriak had to offer and every Necromancer, Cleric and Shadowknight there was. They plotted an ambush.
An small army of high elves, barbarians and humans were going thru Nektulos forrest. They killed any gaurd they came across before they could even cry for help. N'Troie was leading towards a secret entrance behind the waterfall. The Neriak ambush was right in their path. At the moment the army went past the stealthed teir'dal rogues the signal was given. The undead rose from all side around the army, the Necromancers gave them the command to mangle. The Shadowknights stormed toward the army in formation, right into the cleric hart and started to harmtouch their healers. The battle went on fierce. just before the alliance army was destroyed, N'Troie ran into the forrest. Vazquez saw him running and went after him. When N'Troie was almost at the druids ring she rooted him. Why? she shouted Why did you betray us. Why did you let them kill Arnas? Why did you turned your back to The Father? N'Troie laughed "Dear Vazquez, why do you stay so attached to our believes. They are nothing more then fairy tales. I've never seen the father or even see a glimpse of his power, so why would i follow such a thing so blindly?" Vazquez grined full of hate. "Because Innoruuk showed me of your betrayl, he showed me how Arnas was killed by your hand. He let me see that you were not fit to be a Teir'Dal" with those words she grabed her mace and crushed the skull of N'Troie while he realised that he made a terrible mistake abandoning his faith.
Vazquez faith in Innoruuk was strong and the hatred ran deep inside her. She was truly a Priestess of The Father.
Chapter 2 : Ebon Army
Part 1 : Lost
Lavastorm Mountains a terrible place infested with Lava-drakes, RockDervish, Basilisks and Goblins, hundereds of goblins. And deep in the Mountain lays Lord Nagafen, guarded by a series of tunnels full of Goblins and Rogue Clockwork gnomes. The heat is intence, its hard to breath. There in the middle sits Vazquez. Tired and exzousted she sits and drinks to restore her Magics power. The fight down was hard and Vazquez powers where depleted, maybe even past normal restortion.
"Damnit, maybe i should have taken somebody with me. But nooo, i decided to do it on my own, i wanted the loot for my own. Bha. What good is a usefull item and decent loot if i ain't alive to use it. It was just stupid. Father Innoruuk can't do anything with a stupid dead Cleric."
She started to abandon all hope on any progress deeper into the cave or hope on a save return. When suddenly she heard the sounds of battle not that far away. Vazquez ran towards the sound when she saw a Iksar monk kicking goblins to oblivion. Vazquez assisted the Scaled fighter by healing his wounds and banishing the diseases he was infected with.
Together they fought their way back out. There they stumbled upon an Halfling, before that Sak'phul realised what happend he was rooted and smited. The Iksar Monk gave the short the beating that he will remeber. Vazquez focused her magic on healing the wound of the Iksar. The fight was very swift and victory was theirs. "Sssooo what doesss a Beautifull Dark Elf here sso deep in here? My name is Sscardey and yoursss?" Silence was the first answer and then after a while she said "Vazquez Montana, Cleric of Innoruuk. What brings you here in Lavastorm? Away from Kunark? " Vazquez had seen Iksar before when she was on a mission in The Overthere, but it was the fist one that spoke to her. "Sssame thing that you where trying to do, getting nisse itemsss. And i was on a scouting mission for Ebon Army"
Vazquez recalled hearing that name before in Neriak, but she never really understood what it ment. "Whats that Ebon Army you speak of?" Sscardey smiled "The Ebon Army isss a Dark Guild under the leaderssship of the Dark elf Nenadar W'vren. We fight againsst the sshortss, Treehuggerss and sstinking Humanss to preserve the Teir'dal wayss. We got Fiersse Ogress, Brutal Trollss, Noble Dark Elfss and affcourssse Handssome Iksar like myssself. I am ssure that it isss the perfect enviorment for ssomebody like yoursself. Why don't you join me to our gathering place in the Plane of Knowledge? Our leader would love to meet a fine Teir'Dal Cleric"
Part 2: Will of the Ebon Lord... still work in progress
Part 3: Victories ... still work in progress
Chapter 3 : Havoc and Dispair
Part 1: ... still work in progress
Part 2: ... still work in progress
Part 3: ... still work in progress
Chapter 4: Sojourn
Part 1 : Downfall
The sun bruns on Vazquez's face. There she is, laying in the dry sand, left for dead. Months she laid in the desert, betrayed by her own followers. Betrayed by those who she called ally, friend. Betrayed by those who she trusted to co-lead Qu'Ellar d'Oloth. But Vazquez hatred is strong. She wasn't a High Priestess of Innoruuk for no reason.
She had a funny feeling when her "friends" told her that she can go on her long and distand trip, that they'll take care of Qu'Ellar in her absence. By the time she realised she was set up , it was too late. She way far in the Deserts of Ro for an recon mission, far away from the nearest settlement. When suddenly Assasins popped and surrounded her. She fought for her life, she unleached the wraith of Innoruuk, and stroke a few assasins down. But she was totally out numbered. In the heat of the battle she ripped a mask from one of the Assasins and saw a familiar face, a face that she trained, that she trusted, that she considerd a friend. He smiled when he gave her one last blow. She fell down to the ground, cursing his name while tasting her own blood. She passed out and the last thing she heard was his laugh.
When she woke up, she had to recall her things. Is this Real? Is this some kind of High Elf Enchant? NO, it was real. She left her guard down one time and she payed for it. Hatred boiled in her veins, blood will be spilled for the revenge. She wanted to stand up, but noticed she couldn't move. They backstabbed her right on her spine. It was broken and left her legs paralyzed. But as a Cleric she could even cast away death, so she wasn't afraid, she started to murm Dark Words of Healing. But her spell fizzled, she started it again, and again it fizzled. She wondered how that was possible. Vazquez looked around her and saw she was surrounded with rune-markings who kept her from using her healing spells. The only spell she could use, is to summon some food and drink.
Days passed and Hatred growed. In Freeport her disapearence was not unnoticed by some battle-friends. Narzoo stood many times next to Vazquez in the heat of battle and together they survived. When she didn't hear of the proud Teir'dal for weeks, she started to look for some answers. She learned that Vazquez was on a long journey, but when she spoke to Zware, vazquez's Royal Bodyguard, she learned the truth. The House of Darkness was collapsed, the power divided, the leader betrayed and loyalists of Vazquez where hidden, afraid to get executed.
Narzoo brought that news towards Briarthorn, maybe the only Halfling that grouped with Vazquez and could talk about it afterwards. Briarthorn and Narzoo started the search, which took them towards the burning deserts of Ro. That was last week.
After days of searching Briarthorn spots a strange group of Vultures circeling above some rock-formation. She and Narzoo come closer to the formation to discover corpses of what seems to been Freeportian Assasins. When they came to the rocks, Narzoo recongnized Sarnak-Runes written everywhere. It was an Old and Secret Runic heal block. How she knows this, she don't know but the runes are not strange to her. Briarthorn didn't hesitate and pulled, ,together with Narzoo, Vazquez into safety. Away from the Sarnak writtings. Narzoo casts her most powerfull heal but the wounds are old and the suffering is intense. She got to get a transport towards a City. Maj'Dul was the closest one, its a violent but beautiful city. And most important its a Neutral city. Vazquez will heal there and regain her strength. And when she does she will crave for revenge.
Before Briarthorn and Narzoo left her in the care of Maj'Dul Healers , Vazquez whispered :"Usstan bel'la dos Sakphul, usstan ruebuss dos ussta dro lu'waelin Iksar, dos inbal doera gareth.Usstan orn tlu kr'athin vel'drav dos ssrig'luin ussta dortho."
Soon continued ....
Kben al blij dat je het niet persoonlijk neemt want zo was het niet bedoeld.