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Name:          derzo
Proper name:   Derzo
Ground string: Derzo is here.
Title:         hmm
Created:       Mon Sep 20 23:34:06 2010


Description -----------------------------------------------------
Derzo is short and of average build, with brown eyes. His blonde hair
is very long, but unkempt and messy. His chestnut skin is glossy. His
nose is large, with a distinct bend in the middle. He has defined,
chiseled cheeks and a frowning, down-turned mouth above a chin with a
noticeable cleft. He has a scar running down his left cheek. He looks
fairly young and fresh.
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History ---------------------------------------------------------
Derzo was born the seventh son to a loving peasant family. They lived on an
isolated farm that not only provided food, but also much pipe weed. An
ancient magical tree on the family land provided additional support by
providing the family with staves of unusual magical properties which they
sold each year when they journeyed to Ralnoth for the yearly market. When
derzo was six, a raiding band of goblins came and burnt all the family land
and their magical tree, leaving them with nothing. That winter, a storm
struck, leaving derzo's parents and five of the seven children dead from
exposure. His oldest sister, Sahra, took him and they left the farm, never
to return. One night while sleeping in a cave, they got ambushed by some
Duergar that were driven to the surface. Rather than killing the pair, they
were transported underground to the undead city where they were sold into
slavery Separated at the auction, Derzo was sold to a lich, who could have
been a lot crueler than he was. He also could have been a lot more powerful
for several months later he was vanquished by a young paladin. the paladin
paid no attention to the lich's slaves, but left soon afterwords, leaving
them to fend for themselves in the city of the dead. Two years later Derzo
finally found his sister serving at an inn. She was thin and overworked,
but still had, some would say, foolish hope. Infected by that, Derzo began
to plan their escape. He learned the arts of the thief on the streets,
learning to sneak past the ravenous undead, and to steal what he needed. He
also raided his old master's home and learned quite a bit about some kinds
of magic. Planning with his sister one night, they were overheard by one of
the inn's patrons. Having informed her owner of the planned escape, Derzo
knew the time was at hand to make their exit. Quickly and silently they
snuck through a second-floor window and using a fly spell that he found on
a scroll, they floated to the ground outside, and ran as though their lives
depended on it, which of course, it did. Several weeks later, they found
themselves high in the Ash Mountains. Signs of giants were all around, and
the occasional roar of a dragon could be heard in the distance. Falling
down in a small glade, exhausted and numb with cold, Derzo began mentally
praying for help, the first time he went to an outside force. Having fallen
asleep, or so he thought, he had a strange dream. He was in a small
cottage. Cats were everywhere underfoot, and in a rocking chair was a
young, no an old, no a middle-aged woman. Her eyes were haunted and kept
changing colors, and when he tried to get a closer look at her, she seemd
to shift and morph into something just so slightly different. She beckoned
him forward, and whispered in a surprisingly clear voice, "I will help you
young thief, though my power isn't what it once was. Take heed, for I will
require much of you, or perhaps nothing." She then shooed him away
absently, and he found himself awake lying on a rug in a building, his
sister asleep several feet away. Looking around, he noticed an elf standing
in the corner gently banging his head against the wall. On his neck was the
simbol for the goddess Vember. Facing the wall, the elf spoke in a singsong
voice. "Two children brought from death's cold embrace, who's fate yet they
have to face. One, good fortune she has in store, the other adventure
forever more. Who's to say there will be no pain, for aren't we all, just
plain... insane?
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Level       Mage:   8  Cler:   3  Thie:   0  Warr:   0  Necr:   0  Drui:   0

Total levels in all classes: 11

Clan: havoc  Rank: third rank initiate

Level  Feats Performed ---------------------------------
    4  Translate the strange paper from Uffspigot


Level  Deeds Accomplished ---------------------------------
    4  Made it to Pellam and broke the blockade
    3  Freed the graveyard from the Vampiress
    2  Brought the sunlight staff back to the encampment.
    3  Found some peppergrass leaves.
    2  Brought food for the hibernating bear.
    0  Defeated the Carver Shaman in mortal combat!
    0  Discovered an ambush party!


Level  Legacy Quests ---------------------------------


Time of last save: Wed Nov 20 13:10:00 2024