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I decided to write a background for the character I plan to use in DSII (that and I was challenged by Kenanon  ) So here is my story...
After making a small fortune from selling potions, scrolls and other nifty magical trinkets, Alnemdir moved away from the Elven city where he had lived for nigh on 100 years to a small village made up of men and halflings. As strange as it may seem, Alnemdir disliked the splendors of his old home and wanted to raise his family in a more modest location.
He had always been fascinated by the way men lived; he also found halflings to be “quaintly cute†creatures. The village was named Thaluldiel, after a powerful Elven mage named Thaluldien who purged the nearby forest of a great daemon, saving a caravan of humans and halflings from its wrath. This made it perfect for Alnemdir to live in the biracial city, as its inhabitants had no dislike for Elves whatsoever.
In his time there, Alnemdir learned an ancient Elven art of combat, taught to the founders of the village by a warrior traveling with Thaluldien. He even learned the art of weapon forging, to which he added his natural Elven finesse for said craft. This peaceful time, however, would not last long.
No more than two years after Alnemdir joined the small community, an eerie darkness coupled with the feel of an evil presence descended upon Thaluldiel. It seemed to rise from the forest and filter into the village, as if the village were its intended target. Soon great winds began to pummel the town and if not for the strong craftsmanship it surely would have been destroyed.
Terrible storms followed the wind and together they reigned; the new masters of the helpless creatures below. As he realized these conditions were definitely unnatural, Alnemdir began delving into his records and reading the writings of Thaluldien from the time he slew the daemon. He compared these works with books and scrolls on daemon slaying and uncovered what it was that was plaguing his village.
The daemon had not been slain as the villagers thought. This daemon was one of an elite rank, a practical Duke of Hell. Yes, Thaluldien was a vastly powerful mage, but his power could not even match that of this daemon. He was, however, able to seal him for what he thought would be eternity. To keep the townsfolk from worrying he simply told them the daemon had been vanquished.
Alnemdir knew that it would’ve taken an enormous amount of power for the daemon to break the seal and that it would be nigh impossible for him to have broken it completely, hence he conjured the storms to extract his vengeance instead. The daemon would almost definitely be in a greatly weakened state after breaking the seal and Alnemdir was confident he could kill him before he managed to regain strength and free himself. He quickly spoke to the top fighters of the village and to the village’s rather poor excuse for a mage. They did not hesitate at all when asked to join him on his quest.
Alnemdir never thought the daemon would foresee his actions. As he strode into the forest with the village’s only defense, the daemon sent his minions into the town to raze it and butcher it’s citizens. Hearing the screams from the village, the party in the forest moved back to the town as fast as possible. They were, however, far too late.
Upon seeing the destruction, Alnemdir was taken aback. When he came upon the remains of his home, he looked upon the dead bodies of his wife and three children, mangled almost beyond recognition. His nostrils flared, he could feel his entire body become feverous with rage. A long cry escaped through his breath, attracting the town’s destroyers to his location. Alnemdir scanned the area now swarming with daemonic minions, took in a deep breath and exhaled. Now, completely calm, he said “From this day forward, whenever and wherever the balance of power is tipped in any direction to give any side favor, I shall be there to even the score.â€Â
His company cheered and he signaled the rush for battle, though it looked rather hopeless for the small group of halflings and men. Alnemdir drew his blade, which glowed in the grim darkness, and charged forward. He removed the heads of three daemons in his first charge alone; laughing at how easily they fell, feeling the bloodlust coupled with his righteous might together in perfect harmony. All around he saw his men defeating their enemies, a critical blow to the torso, a daemon’s head rolling away from its perch atop its shoulders. His mighty longsword came down to punish these creatures again and again until suddenly he gave a new order.
“STOP!†He commanded his men to cease the slaying of the vicious brutes, as his newly kindled beliefs found it unjust to continue bullying the now vastly weakened minions. “They have been beaten,†Alnemdir shouted triumphantly, “no longer shall we slay the weaker, let them return to their master as I follow behind to finalize our efforts.†The men were quite reluctant to comply with this request; they wanted to avenge their families and friends by pounding their attackers into the mud. They did, in the end, release their enemies to flee into the woods.
Alnemdir tracked their swift movements with his own Elven dexterity, eventually following them underground. The tunnel they led him to opened into a vast chamber where three humanoid figures stood around a large circle, apparently used to summon the daemon. He could sense a strong force emanating from the three figures and he assumed they were of a religious nature, some form of dark clerics. “Perhaps I should even the playing field here,†he thought. Alnemdir drew his bow, knocked a poison-tipped arrow, and fired at one of the clerics. He did the same to a second one before dropping his bow and charging the third headlong with his sword.
The cleric broke his chanting in time to send an invisible ball of energy flying at the charging warrior. Sensing the energy, Alnemdir quickly rose his sword to protect him, the runes glowed brightly as the ball struck the sword and deflected it at the ceiling. He grinned at the cleric and brought his sword down on top of him, removing his arm. Alnemdir picked up the stunned cleric and tossed him to the side of the room.
“Out with you, daemon! Show your pathetic form to this Elf who challenges you now,†Alnemdir spoke in a very demanding tone with a hint of arrogance. The daemon’s image appeared in the circle and surprisingly it had a look of almost horror on its face as it saw the Elven warrior standing before it. Alnemdir pointed his sword towards the daemon. Simply and without emotion he said, “Die.†He struck a powerful blow upon the protective barrier created by the daemon and pressed down with his magical sword, trying to cut through. Slowly the field of energy began to give way and just as he was about to cut through Alnemdir was struck in the back by a blazing heat. He whirled around to see the cleric cackling gleefully. Alnemdir removed his head with one stroke, caught it, and hurled it at the daemon. The energy still built up in the cleric’s flesh exploded on the force field and it fizzled out, leaving the daemon open to attack. Alnemdir walked up to it and quite simply hacked it to pieces.
Since he could not bear the pain of his loss in the village, Alnemdir did not stay long after it had been rebuilt. Instead he began traveling, teaching his beliefs of balance and justice to all those he came in contact with. People began calling him the Luntha, meaning “the balance†in the Elvish tongue. On his travels he heard of a city in a different realm called Tyr. He wanted to visit this city as he had heard it was a place of acceptance for all walks of life, as long as they kept their actions in the city within the boundaries of the law. He ventured to this city and began a new life, joining the ranks of the Grey Paladins and finally finding Tygona, such was the life he had been searching for ever since that fateful day in Thaluldiel. |
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