Bright blue eyes peek out from behind long beautiful brown hair. A blue minds eye is set upon her forehead with matching triangles on the edge of her cheeks. The robes she wears are a beautiful white, blue and gold. As a Goddess for the Goddess Relief Office she has been sent from heaven to aid the pure of heart. She can transform into a beautiful angel winged goddess or appear as a mortal beauty but in both forms her intentions are to bring happiness to the world and ignite the fire within all our hearts. Be gentle with the gift you have been given, her presence is not made known to all.
"The greatness of ones sorrow when parting is the deepness of one's love, so if one fears sadness, one wouldn't be able to love anything "
Current Character Description - Hannibal
A gaunt face with sunken sockets and pallid flesh meets you, his eyes a clear and glowing ice blue. Dark armor etched by acid and scratched by blades encases his frame, which although appearing deathly pale, is muscled and powerful.
Strapped to his back he carries a two-handed sword of black steel that appears to steal light from its surroundings.
From his neck hangs a necklace bearing the emblem of Bane, the Black Lord.
Swirling around his wrists and ankles appear to be ethereal shackles.
Strapped to his back he carries a two-handed sword of black steel that appears to steal light from its surroundings.
From his neck hangs a necklace bearing the emblem of Bane, the Black Lord.
Swirling around his wrists and ankles appear to be ethereal shackles.
Radiant Shackles
Into a staircased side chamber he continued, the golems were occupied.. for now.
Up the stairs he ran, spiraling up and up. As he reaching the top landing, he slammed through the molding door and onto the upper parapets at the front of the keep.. Blinding sunlight filled his vision, a reminder of his awakening from the vault, and as it cleared.. the smashed and melted stone of the protective wall of the keep, littered with the long-rotted corpses of the fallen soldiers.
Half of the way along the wall, a siege ladder still stood against the stones. He approached it cautiously and tested the first step, it was strong enough to bear his weight. He began the climb down the eighty foot ladder and only twenty feet in, the stone wall shuddered and the sound he'd heard before of the golems blew through the doorway he had just come through.
He was only half way down before the golem reached the top of his ladder, and both of its powerful stone arms smashed the top of the wall clean off, raining broken stone down upon him and knocking the ladder away..
He fell.. He leapt from the ladder... He slammed into the ground and the world went dark.
When he awoke, his vision adjusted to the light once more. This time however, it was wooden ceiling. Turning his head to the side, he saw that he was now in a cell. He rolled to his side, encumbered by ethereal shackles that swirled about his wrists and ankles.
He rose to his feet, looking through the bars towards a dark hallway. Sighing heavily, he was at least glad to be out of the abandoned temple. But where he was, he did not know.
From the hallway, the footfalls of heavy boots could be heard, and a figure began to form. A swirl of spirits and flames encased in radiant red armor, etched with the figure of a tribal dragon with enchanted weapons at his side..
The sun was warm upon his pallid flesh as he marched..
And the shackles were not going to come off easily.
Up the stairs he ran, spiraling up and up. As he reaching the top landing, he slammed through the molding door and onto the upper parapets at the front of the keep.. Blinding sunlight filled his vision, a reminder of his awakening from the vault, and as it cleared.. the smashed and melted stone of the protective wall of the keep, littered with the long-rotted corpses of the fallen soldiers.
Half of the way along the wall, a siege ladder still stood against the stones. He approached it cautiously and tested the first step, it was strong enough to bear his weight. He began the climb down the eighty foot ladder and only twenty feet in, the stone wall shuddered and the sound he'd heard before of the golems blew through the doorway he had just come through.
He was only half way down before the golem reached the top of his ladder, and both of its powerful stone arms smashed the top of the wall clean off, raining broken stone down upon him and knocking the ladder away..
He fell.. He leapt from the ladder... He slammed into the ground and the world went dark.
When he awoke, his vision adjusted to the light once more. This time however, it was wooden ceiling. Turning his head to the side, he saw that he was now in a cell. He rolled to his side, encumbered by ethereal shackles that swirled about his wrists and ankles.
He rose to his feet, looking through the bars towards a dark hallway. Sighing heavily, he was at least glad to be out of the abandoned temple. But where he was, he did not know.
From the hallway, the footfalls of heavy boots could be heard, and a figure began to form. A swirl of spirits and flames encased in radiant red armor, etched with the figure of a tribal dragon with enchanted weapons at his side..
The sun was warm upon his pallid flesh as he marched..
And the shackles were not going to come off easily.
Leap of Faith
The sun was warm upon his pallid flesh as he marched..
The temple had been abandoned. He was alone.
The black marble hallways that had once been his home were devoid of marching steps of soldiers, the vexing chants of highpriests, and the wailing screams of prisoners and sacrifices.. All that remained was the pale magical light that enchanted the stones.
A wisp of ghostly white slid from the wall and formed into a figure before him, a spirit of the ages past.. A banite priest he did not recognize, but whose robe was torn and the side of his face burned away.
"OUT! YOU FILTHY WHELP, GET OUT OF HERE!"
The floor rumbled as the spirit shrieked and rushed him, but faded into empty air.. A shower of cold air rained on his flesh as a large fist of stone smashed through the walls on either side of him. Diving forward into a roll, the stones rained behind him and scattered over the floor. Reaching a standing position, he turned to see stone guardians clamoring noisily from their resting places. Guardians meant to guard the temple from enemies..
They turned their large granite heads towards him and charged.. He fled. Pillared temple areas filles with rotted tapestries, meeting rooms filled with dust that swirled, and rusted iron bars of jailrooms, he ran as fast as he could and followed the path he knew by heart, even after all these years..
Behind him, the slamming and screeching of stone against stone.
As he turned down the hallway to one of the primary entrance chambers of the temple, he stopped dead in his tracks.. The chamber was full of the undead, but they did not stir at his arrival. They surely saw him, as their dead eye sockets scanned the area lazily. Behind him, the slamming grew louder as the golems caught up, as they rounded the corner.
He leapt into the crowd of undead, seemingly invisible, as the golems crashed into them, flinging them left and right. The clatter of rusted helms, breastplates, swords, and spears all rained over the crowd of baneliches and banedead.. the former Zhentilar soldiers.
The temple had been abandoned. He was alone.
The black marble hallways that had once been his home were devoid of marching steps of soldiers, the vexing chants of highpriests, and the wailing screams of prisoners and sacrifices.. All that remained was the pale magical light that enchanted the stones.
A wisp of ghostly white slid from the wall and formed into a figure before him, a spirit of the ages past.. A banite priest he did not recognize, but whose robe was torn and the side of his face burned away.
"OUT! YOU FILTHY WHELP, GET OUT OF HERE!"
The floor rumbled as the spirit shrieked and rushed him, but faded into empty air.. A shower of cold air rained on his flesh as a large fist of stone smashed through the walls on either side of him. Diving forward into a roll, the stones rained behind him and scattered over the floor. Reaching a standing position, he turned to see stone guardians clamoring noisily from their resting places. Guardians meant to guard the temple from enemies..
They turned their large granite heads towards him and charged.. He fled. Pillared temple areas filles with rotted tapestries, meeting rooms filled with dust that swirled, and rusted iron bars of jailrooms, he ran as fast as he could and followed the path he knew by heart, even after all these years..
Behind him, the slamming and screeching of stone against stone.
As he turned down the hallway to one of the primary entrance chambers of the temple, he stopped dead in his tracks.. The chamber was full of the undead, but they did not stir at his arrival. They surely saw him, as their dead eye sockets scanned the area lazily. Behind him, the slamming grew louder as the golems caught up, as they rounded the corner.
He leapt into the crowd of undead, seemingly invisible, as the golems crashed into them, flinging them left and right. The clatter of rusted helms, breastplates, swords, and spears all rained over the crowd of baneliches and banedead.. the former Zhentilar soldiers.
Falling From Heaven
"Goddess, Class 1, Category 2, Unlimited. You have been accused of harboring sorrow within your heart" The voice from above echo'd within my mind and bore down on my body.
"I fell in love with a mortal." I bowed my head unable to defend my actions. Had it been so wrong? What possible harm could it cause them, it was my heart that ached for what I could no longer be a part of and for all that would never come to pass. Rules like this weren't meant to be absolute and Sorrow like this only deepened the Love I once had.
"You are unfit to dwell in heaven. From this day forth you shall serve as the fallen do. You must never again try to return. Being that you are very high ranking in our order I expect to see great things from you. Live as one of them. Love as one of them. Feel Sorrow like one of them. Hold no grudge against us and let compassion be your guide. We have spoken. Be Gone!" Thundering in my ears the words echoed and world around me shook and became no more than an illusion, a dream I had once had and the cool breeze from falling from such dizzying heights rushed around my body.
In a few quick moments my life had changed so dramatically. Losing him was all I could stand to bear and it meant that I would lose everything else I had ever known. How would I ever find my way? This existence could be so cold and yet that isn't how I feel. I'm not scared of what's to come, I welcome it with open arms. A simple word of magic and my fall stopped. I looked down at the city below and smiled. Perhaps, I'll find a way to patch up my broken heart and help others do the same in this city. Hope fooled me yet again but I flew down toward the city by the sea.
"Sadness is in every living person, but when you're living happiness is always waiting for you!"
"I fell in love with a mortal." I bowed my head unable to defend my actions. Had it been so wrong? What possible harm could it cause them, it was my heart that ached for what I could no longer be a part of and for all that would never come to pass. Rules like this weren't meant to be absolute and Sorrow like this only deepened the Love I once had.
"You are unfit to dwell in heaven. From this day forth you shall serve as the fallen do. You must never again try to return. Being that you are very high ranking in our order I expect to see great things from you. Live as one of them. Love as one of them. Feel Sorrow like one of them. Hold no grudge against us and let compassion be your guide. We have spoken. Be Gone!" Thundering in my ears the words echoed and world around me shook and became no more than an illusion, a dream I had once had and the cool breeze from falling from such dizzying heights rushed around my body.
In a few quick moments my life had changed so dramatically. Losing him was all I could stand to bear and it meant that I would lose everything else I had ever known. How would I ever find my way? This existence could be so cold and yet that isn't how I feel. I'm not scared of what's to come, I welcome it with open arms. A simple word of magic and my fall stopped. I looked down at the city below and smiled. Perhaps, I'll find a way to patch up my broken heart and help others do the same in this city. Hope fooled me yet again but I flew down toward the city by the sea.
"Sadness is in every living person, but when you're living happiness is always waiting for you!"
Goddess Relief Office
Years ago, many lifetimes before ours, there were two lovers who quarreled. Their fury tore through existence burning through peoples hearts and it would come to pass that they should forever be apart yet be forced to sit side by side. When the dust had settled and we could finally ask the questions, we found to know these beings only as Love and Sorrow. Forever they must be in conflict and yet they unite us all. You cannot know one without the other and with such love comes such sorrow.
It is for these reasons the Goddess' took pity on mortals. They saw how fragile their hearts were and swore to aid their love and carry the burden of facing the sorrow. Those chosen to receive their kindness would not have to carry their sorrow within their hearts alone but be able to love more bravely than any others because it would not snap back and crush their soul in sorrow. In time the Goddess' created a Relief Office that would help organize their efforts and find those worthy of that sort of love.
Sometimes though, a Goddess strays from the path of grace and holds onto mortal emotions. She finds the Love and Sorrow are trapped within her own heart as well. These things make her more mortal than Goddess but these angels will fall to the very realms they influence and seek out directly all who may be worthy to receive the love of a Goddess.
"Many people may continue to feel pain and sadness. But it is the same with us. With affection... People learn from the past, live deliberately in the present, and then continue on to a wonderful future."
It is for these reasons the Goddess' took pity on mortals. They saw how fragile their hearts were and swore to aid their love and carry the burden of facing the sorrow. Those chosen to receive their kindness would not have to carry their sorrow within their hearts alone but be able to love more bravely than any others because it would not snap back and crush their soul in sorrow. In time the Goddess' created a Relief Office that would help organize their efforts and find those worthy of that sort of love.
Sometimes though, a Goddess strays from the path of grace and holds onto mortal emotions. She finds the Love and Sorrow are trapped within her own heart as well. These things make her more mortal than Goddess but these angels will fall to the very realms they influence and seek out directly all who may be worthy to receive the love of a Goddess.
"Many people may continue to feel pain and sadness. But it is the same with us. With affection... People learn from the past, live deliberately in the present, and then continue on to a wonderful future."
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