Diary of a mad man

Entering the room Rosso knew what this meeting was about, his life and death in the clan Long Death.  In the room there was Rahvin, pheniox,Darxal and Mortis the head masters of the clan.  Only Pheniox spoke, with such a loud tone it couldn't be forgotten you must surrender your soul to death.  Show us you have what it takes to be one of us.  Rosso begin to speak about his clan symbol then stopped.  He nodded in approval and with that he was off to Market square. 

Day 1
There sat Devout, Stephy,Dimitri and another person I didn't recognize. I knew I must get their attention somehow so I asked the paperboy for a quest,  hoping that they would follow. But I was too fast for them. I had to come back and fight my way to death. So It happened the first kill, so powerful  it crashed his heart and soul to remove his clan symbol. When I came back into reality my life force was down and devout of the hoard had healed me to my death, so his friend hit me once again I was faced with another trial do  I go back and fulfill my destiny or do I sit idly by and watch it go to waste.

Day 2
I arrived back at market square some hours later the dust had settled no one was there, and then came a halforc gladiator by the name of Zekai a few pokes of him to me got him furious to hit me. This trial was to watch my life  before my eyes. To not attack just to watch. Zekai fell flat at least a dozen times but in the end I lay flat from his blade.

day 3
 I awoke quickly with a start the next trial being friendship, I found Xeptimus sitting on the bench questioning what I was doing there why I was hitting him. He gave into temptation and attacked and once again I fell to a blade.

day 4
The next trial was a gang bang. Die to as many people as possible: I ran to market square as fast as I could gassed the room and five of them pop out of the smoke and are all on me. I try to fight back it's to much I fall to Dimitri.

day 5
The next trial, die to a priest to come back wealthy in the afterlife. I didn't heal for this one. I know priests are the worse. I found the target. It was Devout the devoted hoard member, I sent a rock his way and one hit of his weapon I fell once again

day 6
Trial 6 die to your own kind: looking for another spell caster like myself I found the lonely vonrak sitting there sipping on a Lipton ice tea I attacked him first but his friends sipping on juice boxes hit me too but in the end I fell to a rock.

day 7
Day of reckoning get help to fight a known enemy, then die by him:  I found 3 buddies and attempted to kill variable the invariable but the weapon was to strong it was my weakness. In seconds I died.

day 8
The day of rebirth: Die to be a born again clansmen. I rushed to market square so fast knowing this was the end of the trial. Found my target then died to Variable the invariable.

Signed, Rosso deh Aposso

Current Character Description - Rahvin

A large, well muscled half-orc with broad shoulders and strange arcane markings stands here. His hair is shaved into a mohawk which has been braided and hangs down his back. His chest heaves with each breath as he attempts to contain his anger. On the right side of his shaven head is a tattoo of a large black tree, the mark of the Legion of Blackwood. On the left side is another tattoo, this one depicting an empty eyed human skull. He wears a loincloth made from elfskin leather and a bone chestplate. Twining down both arms are more tattoos in arcane and divine representations of the powers that rule him. Death, Honor, and Nobility trail down his right arm. Justice, Power, and Righteousness trail down his left. He carries a long curved sword belted at his waist and a large ironwood shield strapped across his broad back. A large cave bear roams nearby and steps forward with a low growl as you approach.

To love!

Pheniox had a few questions about himself how could I ever be with the love of my life being enemies?  How could I make this right?  There must be a way!  And just like that I was gone.  With the only thing left was a rose to my true love.  Back in the Order of the Long Death I tore open the doors looking for Maezura the Harbringer.  I found him sparring with Grendle the dummy.  I could see Sweat across this elfs brow you could tell he has there for awhile awhile.  But when Lord Pheniox entered he stopped at once.  Looking at the gash of his mouth he knew he couldn't talk.  Pheniox handed him a note that read:

I have found love outside of these walls and death does not excite me as it once  did for so many years. I hereby Renounce my crown.

Maezura the elf nodded in approval spoke a few words that sounded like "good luck friend may the force be  with you." With that I took my leave never looking back at the elf.

Moving to the next Lord of the Order I had to find Rahvin the Elkhunter. The brutual Platoon Commander of the  Halforcs. I found him at the Pathosis Vault cutting his cave  bear up and making steaks for food. Rahvin and I have never seen eye to eye. So I knew it would be a fight if I didn't  say the right things. So I gathered my thoughts and burst into the room and Ventriloquated on myself so i could talk.

"I have found love in the enemy. The person who we are sworn to hate. I have tried to kill her but  being with her for so long in the battle field facing eachother I couldn't help it but to have  strong feelings for her.For i have truly fallen in Love and can't take it being without her for so long."

With that being said I've never felt so alone in this world. for Rahvin turned his back on me and  left the room without saying a single thing. But  i knew in my heart I would be free to seek my love  to be with her for all eternity.

Meditation

Sunshine streamed in through skylights. Ror was sitting at the edge of a brook amidst leafy green plants. Cross-legged and with his eyes closed, the elf was meditating.

A bar. Phil's. Conversational tatters.

"...I am not the only one apparently..."

- "...No... no, you are not...."

- "...a file on me, probably from the TriPower..."

"... back from life?"

- "...It cuts me off...I have no memories....Something keeps sending me back...."

The bracelet. So peculiar.

- "...awareness... must persist after death."

The image of Thasmudyan flickered in and out of existence, his mouth moving, but what was he saying?

- "Ever since I can remember.... hazy..."


The image flickered again.

- "...a daughter of mine is in danger..."

Sanria's voice, "Thasmudyan doesn't want you raising his daughter."

"Rrrrrorrrrr-rrr."

The voice changed, and had an edge to it, an edge that wanted to kill.

"Thasmudyan's other lover...Concieved Nioma the day Lyvinnia was concieved."

A tavern. Ror saw himself sipping from tea.

"Lloth still awaits you after death?"

Two voices.

- "... A lot to do with it. Almost everything...I betrayed her... Before this guise..."

Market Square. Ror was talking to Rahvin and Maezura.

"And there you have it, Master Surion. In a nutshell, we seek to prolong death as long as possible..."

The world twisted away again.

- "...To learn the lifestram I presume. My daughter.... Able to tap right in."

Thasmudyan.

- "It's ...complicated, yes."

"I'll ask no more."

- "Thanks for that."

The angry yelling.

"...better stay the HELL AWAY from LYVINNIA!'

It was sinister.

"...Closer than anyone...To perminant death...Real death, everlasting death..."

Ror's eyes opened. Meditation was over. Placing his hand in support on the grass in front of him, he swore under his own breath,

"Shit."