Post by darkparanoia on Apr 1, 2008 18:13:35 GMT -5
HISTORY: Alessandre Dreinvich, at the age of 14, was forced to leave his hometown of Mordova, in the Eastlands of the Continent of Azgar, when his entire village was burned to the ground by his own father, Vladmir Dreinvich, when he lost his mind at his wife's death and turned his back on humanity. Friends and family dead, he fled to the forests of Agragos, where he survived for two months until found by a local ranger. The ranger, Dmitri Corowski, took in the young lad, and taught him the ways of the his guild. Under Dmitri, Alessandre trained until he was 20 years old, when he embarked to slay his father.
Alessandre, using the Mythril Broadsword entrusted him by his mentor, Dmitri, captured and skinned pathers to make clothing suitable for stealth. As he neared Mordova, he was nearly captured by a band of orcs, when he overpowered his would be captors, slaying four orcs, and taking their darkstone armor and using it for his own. This new found darkstone armor was strong, very light, and as black as pitch. It also fit him so well that upon moving, it made no sound. Finally, he could find and kill his demented father and set his soul free...
Alessandre, using the Mythril Broadsword entrusted him by his mentor, Dmitri, captured and skinned pathers to make clothing suitable for stealth. As he neared Mordova, he was nearly captured by a band of orcs, when he overpowered his would be captors, slaying four orcs, and taking their darkstone armor and using it for his own. This new found darkstone armor was strong, very light, and as black as pitch. It also fit him so well that upon moving, it made no sound. Finally, he could find and kill his demented father and set his soul free...
Two weeks later...
Alessandre sulked his way through the forest path... it was midnight. The new moon shrouded everything in black. Not a sound dared make it's entrance into this evil darkness. Thick deciduous trees overhead washed out any would be slivers of light from the vain stars overhead. The smell of the old sawmill seeped into his lungs, and brought back to him a distant memory of the past...
It was five years ago...
"Dietrich, hurry up! It's gonna be sunrise soon, and you'll miss the show!"
"I'm climbing as fast as I can, Alex! You know I've never been as quick as you at climbing this wall, little brother. Besides, I feel like this old mill is going to fall apart as I'm scaling it! And, it's still pitch dark down here. I can hardly see a thing."
"Little brother? You're only four months older than me. You don't have the right to call me little!"
"Pipe down, Alex. I'm almost up. There we go."
"Phew. It always stinks up here. Why does it stink, Dietrich?"
"I think it's because they leave all that scrap wood to rot down there. It's why we have such a big spider problem at home."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"Oh, look, Alex. It's so beautiful."
"Yeah. It is."
"You know, one day, I'm gonna bring Alicjia up here... I'll have to leave you behind, you know. I've wanted to show her this for a while now..."
"You really like her, don't you Dietrich..."
"Alex... I think this is what they call love. It's the feeling that everyone writes poems and sings songs about. I just want to share this sunrise with her."
"Well, Dietrich, don't you want to reconsider that? You aren't taking into acount the awful smell. You'd better wear a lot of perfume then! Ha!"
"Ha, ha, ha. I'm going to miss mornings like this when I get older..."
Reality finally sinks back in. "You never got the chance to miss mornings like that, did you, Dietrich? The very next day... Mother..."
A tear slowly falls from Alessandre's lash as he crosses the border of what used to be his hometown of Mordova...