This is the story of Elestri Daklest's life. He's a character I made for Dungeons and Dragons. If you're interested, please read on. If not, please read anyway? Whichever you choose, please review it.
The beginning is the most difficult to remember. Most is vague if anything at all. I can remember when I first recieved this power. Or rather when it finally came to fruition inside me. I do regret many of my actions that day. Many of the friends that were needlessly slaughtered by my own hand, the final blow that sealed me within the realm of the gods, and my hatred for all that lived. Many times I look out upon the world and see how my life could have been if fate hadn't given me this power.
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The Year of the Dragon, 584 cq
It was a good year. Every farmers crops were harvested with enough surplus to last for a decade. Much of the world was in celebration. For the Year of the Dragon was the fated year. The year that the Chosen One one arrive. And arrive he did. Just not what the people were expecting.
My arrival was as much a twist of fate as it was planning. I had been waiting for this day all of my life. It was the day that I could actually use my powers against the world. Oh, how I reveled in the destruction and chaos I created. With but a word or a flick of the wrist, cities would vanish from existance, plant life would wither, and evil creatures would obey my every command.
My reign lasted all of twelve years. Most of the world's population had been killed. Plants only grew in the elven groves. And that fateful day, thousands of years ago, a band of adventurers found my stronghold and challenged me. ME. The God of Death. As I had been affectionately named. The truth not being far off.
Many nights I would laugh at the name Bobo Didenmeyer. Now I burn with hatred at the mention of the family of Didenmeyer. He was the one that slammed the final thrust of his sword through my chest, releasing my soul from my mortal body. The implications of actually dying not even registering in my puny mind.
My physical body died that day, but my soul burned on. I used my power to affect the minds of those of wicked intent. They became my pawns. I used my powers to further chaos and destruction, but in time, even that became boring.
At one point in time, as time is ultimately non-existant for gods, I was challenged for the position I held. Needless to say, I was arrogant and cocky. Soon after, I lost my powers, memory, and was banished from the realm of the gods and cast into another physical plane.
I wandered this plane for a VERY long time. I hardly remember it. At some point during my travels, my memories came to me all of a sudden. My powers came back as well. I knew then what I had to do. I had to regain my rightful place as God of Death.
After a few more years in my current physical plane, I figured out how to reach the realm of the gods. Not a very easy feat mind you. I finally had my chance to challenge the current God of Death. Before the fight began, I knew I would win. There was no doubt in my mind. And, like I said before, I won my rightful place as God of Death.
I have spent the last thousand years undoing what I had done before. I came to realize that death does not bring destrucion or chaos, but is a gaurdian of souls. I lead the souls of the dead to their final resting place, be it for the good or the bad. I have learned much in my ventures. Too much, some might argue.
My life before these events is very jumbled. Most is just not there. And with that I leave you to ponder your own lives. For, inevitably, you all will enter my embrace.
I hope you liked this little bit of info about a character I portray to his fullest. :D I really enjoy this character. I'm always looking for new ideas. Just email me if you have some for me. Well, toodles!