foreverthreed
03-07-2008, 12:06 AM
Name: Hellrim Scurge
Race: Deamos (Human and Demon offspring)
Class: Invoker
Artifact: Hells Hammer (grafted on arm)
Hiding his heritage from others was a burden that any lesser man would have easily folded under. However Hellrim was not only a half demon but one of the most powerful and youngest Invokers known in the fifth age. At the onset of his 21st summer, he revered and feared, for his talents as well as his prowess. He single-handledly strategied the defeat of the Algum Pirates among other honors. However all of this power was having adverse side-effects, leaving with fitfull nightmares, and even worse tempermental outbursts. That's when the whispers began. Some burdens are too heavy to bear forever.
The Catalcysm of Lhurai. It was a neutral world. Its beautfiul capital city Lhurai de Machi was where an armistice was to be signed between two powerful warring worlds. Many leaders, and powerful arcane users including Hellrim and others on both sides of the conflict were in attendance. And in the blink of an eye, the world was leveled in a catacylismic explosion. Nobody knows, how. Nobody knows why. There was a barren world let in its wake, lifeless. But maybe one man knows what transpired, a mysterious nomad, who's appearance is more demonic than human, with appendages arcing from his back, and his left arm grafted with an arcane hammer. But if you look deep into his rugged weary eyes, you will feel a tinkling of familiarity, of someone who was the stuff of legends
Race: Deamos (Human and Demon offspring)
Class: Invoker
Artifact: Hells Hammer (grafted on arm)
Hiding his heritage from others was a burden that any lesser man would have easily folded under. However Hellrim was not only a half demon but one of the most powerful and youngest Invokers known in the fifth age. At the onset of his 21st summer, he revered and feared, for his talents as well as his prowess. He single-handledly strategied the defeat of the Algum Pirates among other honors. However all of this power was having adverse side-effects, leaving with fitfull nightmares, and even worse tempermental outbursts. That's when the whispers began. Some burdens are too heavy to bear forever.
The Catalcysm of Lhurai. It was a neutral world. Its beautfiul capital city Lhurai de Machi was where an armistice was to be signed between two powerful warring worlds. Many leaders, and powerful arcane users including Hellrim and others on both sides of the conflict were in attendance. And in the blink of an eye, the world was leveled in a catacylismic explosion. Nobody knows, how. Nobody knows why. There was a barren world let in its wake, lifeless. But maybe one man knows what transpired, a mysterious nomad, who's appearance is more demonic than human, with appendages arcing from his back, and his left arm grafted with an arcane hammer. But if you look deep into his rugged weary eyes, you will feel a tinkling of familiarity, of someone who was the stuff of legends