Post by Sabremoe on Nov 10, 2004 22:10:20 GMT -5
Name: Sabremoe Exitus
Age: Mid-20s
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 173cm
Weight: 75kg
Sabremoe came to Cormyr from the North with no memories of his past, the only clue is a small pendant/locket depicting a wolf. He has no tatoos or noticable scars, but does show experience in combat through the way he wields his one true weapon - his Greatsword.
His average size and build serves him well at times he wants to disguise himself, but he is most easily regonisable with his brightly coloured orange and blue armor, sometimes along with his silver helmet, hiding his head of silver/gray hair.
In all honest truth, Exitus is not for certain his last name. Discovered by barbarians in the North in the snowy mountains, he was found badly injured in an area covered by unidentifiable shards of metal, wearing damaged leather clothing of no identifiable markings.
Slowly nursed back to health by the tribe who found him, still no recollection of his past or his arrival, he was trained to use the mighty Greatsword as his weapon of choice, while still proficient in most other forms of weaponary. Although he showed a preference and talent for the crossbow, he soon learned the advantages of being able to pull a bow and arrow.
Following his instincts, he bid farewell to the Northern tribes. Aided by his survival skills which strangely came as second-nature with no training since his arrival, he ventured on his own through the harsh lands of Forgotten Realms, searching for more clues to his past. His ability to adapt and physical determination has proven fruitful in keeping him alive against seemingly impossible odds, overcoming fantastic foes and magical beasts.
One day, Sabremoe arrived in the small town of Isinhold....
Greeted by the friendly locals, he immediately continues his search. Though against his better judgement, he soon found himself in the aid of a few clerics and paladins, even monks and rogues, and the few mages. They offered loyalty and friendship, even at times when Sabremoe repeatedly rejected their help.
Together, they searched high and low in aid of Sabremoe's quest for his past, ridded evil along the way, partcilarly in the interests of the good clerics and paladins in his company.
On one fiery dusk, it happened....
After an unexpected encounter with a Balor Prince in a structure on the Dragonmere Isles, Sabremoe felt a strong calling for him upon return. He knew he had to go alone, but he could have never known the consequences.
He was then seen all over Cormyr, wandering aimlessly, with a dull stare through his eyes, but still appeared to be his normal self - only now, his expressions empty. Realising the origin of this abnormality, his friends of divine might set out plans to rectify the matter, plans to retrieve his soul....
Numerous attempts have been made, but to no prevail. It was not until two mages set foot in a certain structure on the Dragonmere Isles, that the mission became possible. They fought valiantly through the maze, minotaur after minotaur, defeating a giant gatekeeper golem, finally coming face to face with the vicious death slaads.
Victory! Sabremoe's soul was free at last! But at what cost? His allies soon became aware of his irratic behaviour, doing deeds of good as well as evil, even more obsessed with his own might than ever before. He persistently trained day and night, always to his limit, every battle seemed more engulfed by rage than the last. Something was not right, something was terribly wrong....
Age: Mid-20s
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 173cm
Weight: 75kg
Sabremoe came to Cormyr from the North with no memories of his past, the only clue is a small pendant/locket depicting a wolf. He has no tatoos or noticable scars, but does show experience in combat through the way he wields his one true weapon - his Greatsword.
His average size and build serves him well at times he wants to disguise himself, but he is most easily regonisable with his brightly coloured orange and blue armor, sometimes along with his silver helmet, hiding his head of silver/gray hair.
In all honest truth, Exitus is not for certain his last name. Discovered by barbarians in the North in the snowy mountains, he was found badly injured in an area covered by unidentifiable shards of metal, wearing damaged leather clothing of no identifiable markings.
Slowly nursed back to health by the tribe who found him, still no recollection of his past or his arrival, he was trained to use the mighty Greatsword as his weapon of choice, while still proficient in most other forms of weaponary. Although he showed a preference and talent for the crossbow, he soon learned the advantages of being able to pull a bow and arrow.
Following his instincts, he bid farewell to the Northern tribes. Aided by his survival skills which strangely came as second-nature with no training since his arrival, he ventured on his own through the harsh lands of Forgotten Realms, searching for more clues to his past. His ability to adapt and physical determination has proven fruitful in keeping him alive against seemingly impossible odds, overcoming fantastic foes and magical beasts.
One day, Sabremoe arrived in the small town of Isinhold....
Greeted by the friendly locals, he immediately continues his search. Though against his better judgement, he soon found himself in the aid of a few clerics and paladins, even monks and rogues, and the few mages. They offered loyalty and friendship, even at times when Sabremoe repeatedly rejected their help.
Together, they searched high and low in aid of Sabremoe's quest for his past, ridded evil along the way, partcilarly in the interests of the good clerics and paladins in his company.
On one fiery dusk, it happened....
After an unexpected encounter with a Balor Prince in a structure on the Dragonmere Isles, Sabremoe felt a strong calling for him upon return. He knew he had to go alone, but he could have never known the consequences.
He was then seen all over Cormyr, wandering aimlessly, with a dull stare through his eyes, but still appeared to be his normal self - only now, his expressions empty. Realising the origin of this abnormality, his friends of divine might set out plans to rectify the matter, plans to retrieve his soul....
Numerous attempts have been made, but to no prevail. It was not until two mages set foot in a certain structure on the Dragonmere Isles, that the mission became possible. They fought valiantly through the maze, minotaur after minotaur, defeating a giant gatekeeper golem, finally coming face to face with the vicious death slaads.
Victory! Sabremoe's soul was free at last! But at what cost? His allies soon became aware of his irratic behaviour, doing deeds of good as well as evil, even more obsessed with his own might than ever before. He persistently trained day and night, always to his limit, every battle seemed more engulfed by rage than the last. Something was not right, something was terribly wrong....