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Matt unlocked and opened the front door of his house. It had been a long day at school. One without anything to brighten him up... except for the knowledge that he would be able to chat with Ilana in a few minutes. He kicked off his shoes in the hall, and rushed upstairs, three at a time thanks to his long legs, to his room where he tossed his bag on the floor. Quickly he started up his computer and logged on to AIM... only to find Ilana wasn't online.
'It's early in the morning there. She'll be on soon.' He thought even as he went to his roleplaying forum.
Once there he saw that she was online, but just not on AIM, so he sent a message to her via the forum pm service. She didn't answer though, and left as soon as she had posted her character bio. He could talk with her later, so he followed her lead and filled out a character sheet for his favorite rpg character, l'Ktonos.
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Name: l'Ktonos. Means the Slayer. Has never revealed his true identity.
Gender: Male
Race: Drow (Dark Elf)
Class: Assassin
Alignment: Evil
Physical Attributes
Eyes: Jet black. Empty shells that hold no emotion.
Hair: White. Reaches down to the nape of his neck.
Height: 6'5"
Age: Several hundred years old
Personality: l'Ktonos tends to keep to himself. He is both untrusting and untrustworthy, in all aspects of his life. He is quick to kill, yet also quick to listen, should listening be more opportunistic than killing.
History: Being a Drow, l'Ktonos lived the larger portion of his life in an underground city with other Drow. It is there that he learned to be a master of the sword and very skilled with magic. His true strength, however, was in assassinating enemies of his house. Through battle, he quickly rose to the best loved of the matron of his house. But such good fortune was not to last for long. Assassination attempts to take his life began to ever become a greater problem (even though assassinations are as usual as anything you might encounter on a weekly basis). When he found that his matron was behind the attempts, l'Ktonos confronted her. It was all for naught. She laid a trap for him. She said attacks would stop, but l'Ktonos knew better than to trust her. For the next few days, she held true to her word. No attacks were made, but l'Ktonos was ever aware that eyes were upon him. Soon an all out assault was made. A horde of strong warriors attacked him in an empty tunnel. He fought long and hard, but though he possessed some magic and extremely well developed fighting skills, it was clear this fight would go to the enemy. However, due to (un)certain circumstances, l'Ktonos was spared. How this came about remains a mystery, as he will not speak on the issue. Feeling an exile, he disowned his house and his race, and made his way above ground. There he found a harsh life. The sun hurt his dark skin, anyone he saw shunned him, and he could call no place home for long due to the Drow haters hunting him down. He made few friends, and those he did make distanced themselves from him. Eventually though, through many years, l'Ktonos found people willing to buy his skills for hefty sums. Assassinations grew in his wake, and soon he had made quite a name for himself in the world of scoundrels, thieves and, of course, assassins.
Character Flaws: Is, perhaps, too confident in his skills which will be sure to lead to trouble. Sunlight causes intense pain to course through his body so he is forced to wear a heavy cloak and hood in daytime or only go out at night.
Extra Information
Weapons: A black-bladed long sword, hunting knife, two dirks, and a crossbow equipped with poison bolts.
Armor: Simple black, studded leather with overlapping adamantine chainmail. A Drow piwafwi cloak with hood, which helps l'Ktonos to hide in the shadows.
Items: His House medallion.
Battle Skills: Stealth, quickness, agility, and wit
Magic Power: Globe of Darkness
Family: l'Ktonos's father was killed in a great battle against the surface elves around 4000 years ago. His mother and brother stayed behind in his home city. Whether they are living or not is unknown. Also, l'Ktonos has links that lead all the way to Lloth, Goddess of the Drow. It is assumed that much of his power derives from that connection.
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Content with his character, Matt clicked 'submit,' closed the page and watched the AIM screen for a moment, hoping Ilana would sign on. Matt ran a hand through his short, brown hair and turned on some music. The waiting went from minutes, to hours all with no sign of her. It was getting late, and he had school the next day. He went to bed, hoping he could check in with Ilana in the morning, before school.
Try as he might however, Matt just couldn't get to sleep. He glanced at the clock, which read 01:12. Deciding he wouldn't be able to sleep anyways, he decided on a nighttime walk in the park near his house. Silently he got dressed and stole down the stairs, jumping over the two steps that creaked and opened the door. It was raining, so he went and got a jacket, then was out the door.
It was hard to see through the darkness and the rain only added to the confusion. Matt zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands in his pockets to keep the cold from getting to him and soon he felt the sharp sting of sleet hitting his face. He had only walked about halfway down the block when he remembered he had left his light on and his computer running.
"If dad wakes up, he'll kill me when I get back."
With a slight grumble, he decided to turn back and turn off his lights and shut down the pc. It would only take a minute. He ran back to the gate to his house and was walking up the driveway when he felt his feet slip out from under him. 'Black ice!' Was the only thing he could think of before he crashed to the ground, the force knocking him into the empty black of unconsciousness.
The next morning Matt woke to a flickering light shining on his face and a warm breeze drifting through the room. He lay there half awake, savoring the breeze and warmth on his face, then the realization hit him that it was winter, and he hadn't left any windows open for a breeze to enter either. He shot straight up in bed and immediately saw he was somewhere that wasn't home. The room was large, at least three times larger than his own, and was made completely out of wood, with detailed carvings, tapestries, and intricate furniture throughout. One wall was completely open, supported by columns carved to seem as trees growing from the floor. Matt got up from the bed, to see that he was still wearing his own clothes, and went to look out the 'window.' What he saw amazed him. A large valley, with a streaming river and waterfalls, met his sight, along with more types of trees than he ever thought imaginable.
The sound of an opening door and someone entering the room caused him to jump around, unprepared for what he was about to see. The figure that stood before him was tall, nearly as tall as himself, at 6'5" and had dark brown hair which fell down his back. His clothing was extravagant and alien at the same time, a robe with many patterns stitched into the cloth. But the thing that caused Matt to stare, was that whoever this person was, he had the pointed ears of an elf.
"Where on earth am I?!"
The person looked at him and laughed, a cheerful laugh that sounded like a brook bubbling over rocks. "You have been accepted as a guest in the Last Homely House. The state you were in when we found you was. let me just say, you wouldn't have lasted the night."
"Wouldn't have lasted-" Matt cut himself off as what he had said struck him, and laughed, "You did not just say Last Homely House... then you must be Elrond, right?"
"No, I am Elladan, you speak of my father." the elf looked at him strangely, "Perhaps you haven't gotten over the effects from your injury yet... you must sleep."
Matt looked at the elf suspiciously, then around the room with a sort of awe, "No! Tell me where I am! Let me out of here!"
He made a move for the door, but the elf's superior reflexes got him there first.
"You must rest! You aren't well."
Matt tried to push past the elf, but only got far enough to glance out. What he saw was enough to stop him dead in his tracks. The so called 'Last Homely House' was more like a large compound. Hundreds of Elves milled about far below the trees upon which the House rested. Several horses could be seen, and a contingent of bowmen was just returning from a patrol.
Backing away from the door and the elf, Matt looked around wildly, finally believing, yet scared out of his wits. He stopped backing up only when he tripped over the corner of the bed he had just woken from, and fell. He felt like he was falling in slow motion, everything he saw he saw with perfect detail, from the elf rushing towards him to the wind rushing by. Time sped up again just has his head made contact with the floor. A black nothingness filled his mind again.
End Ch. 2
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Matt unlocked and opened the front door of his house. It had been a long day at school. One without anything to brighten him up... except for the knowledge that he would be able to chat with Ilana in a few minutes. He kicked off his shoes in the hall, and rushed upstairs, three at a time thanks to his long legs, to his room where he tossed his bag on the floor. Quickly he started up his computer and logged on to AIM... only to find Ilana wasn't online.
'It's early in the morning there. She'll be on soon.' He thought even as he went to his roleplaying forum.
Once there he saw that she was online, but just not on AIM, so he sent a message to her via the forum pm service. She didn't answer though, and left as soon as she had posted her character bio. He could talk with her later, so he followed her lead and filled out a character sheet for his favorite rpg character, l'Ktonos.
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Name: l'Ktonos. Means the Slayer. Has never revealed his true identity.
Gender: Male
Race: Drow (Dark Elf)
Class: Assassin
Alignment: Evil
Physical Attributes
Eyes: Jet black. Empty shells that hold no emotion.
Hair: White. Reaches down to the nape of his neck.
Height: 6'5"
Age: Several hundred years old
Personality: l'Ktonos tends to keep to himself. He is both untrusting and untrustworthy, in all aspects of his life. He is quick to kill, yet also quick to listen, should listening be more opportunistic than killing.
History: Being a Drow, l'Ktonos lived the larger portion of his life in an underground city with other Drow. It is there that he learned to be a master of the sword and very skilled with magic. His true strength, however, was in assassinating enemies of his house. Through battle, he quickly rose to the best loved of the matron of his house. But such good fortune was not to last for long. Assassination attempts to take his life began to ever become a greater problem (even though assassinations are as usual as anything you might encounter on a weekly basis). When he found that his matron was behind the attempts, l'Ktonos confronted her. It was all for naught. She laid a trap for him. She said attacks would stop, but l'Ktonos knew better than to trust her. For the next few days, she held true to her word. No attacks were made, but l'Ktonos was ever aware that eyes were upon him. Soon an all out assault was made. A horde of strong warriors attacked him in an empty tunnel. He fought long and hard, but though he possessed some magic and extremely well developed fighting skills, it was clear this fight would go to the enemy. However, due to (un)certain circumstances, l'Ktonos was spared. How this came about remains a mystery, as he will not speak on the issue. Feeling an exile, he disowned his house and his race, and made his way above ground. There he found a harsh life. The sun hurt his dark skin, anyone he saw shunned him, and he could call no place home for long due to the Drow haters hunting him down. He made few friends, and those he did make distanced themselves from him. Eventually though, through many years, l'Ktonos found people willing to buy his skills for hefty sums. Assassinations grew in his wake, and soon he had made quite a name for himself in the world of scoundrels, thieves and, of course, assassins.
Character Flaws: Is, perhaps, too confident in his skills which will be sure to lead to trouble. Sunlight causes intense pain to course through his body so he is forced to wear a heavy cloak and hood in daytime or only go out at night.
Extra Information
Weapons: A black-bladed long sword, hunting knife, two dirks, and a crossbow equipped with poison bolts.
Armor: Simple black, studded leather with overlapping adamantine chainmail. A Drow piwafwi cloak with hood, which helps l'Ktonos to hide in the shadows.
Items: His House medallion.
Battle Skills: Stealth, quickness, agility, and wit
Magic Power: Globe of Darkness
Family: l'Ktonos's father was killed in a great battle against the surface elves around 4000 years ago. His mother and brother stayed behind in his home city. Whether they are living or not is unknown. Also, l'Ktonos has links that lead all the way to Lloth, Goddess of the Drow. It is assumed that much of his power derives from that connection.
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Content with his character, Matt clicked 'submit,' closed the page and watched the AIM screen for a moment, hoping Ilana would sign on. Matt ran a hand through his short, brown hair and turned on some music. The waiting went from minutes, to hours all with no sign of her. It was getting late, and he had school the next day. He went to bed, hoping he could check in with Ilana in the morning, before school.
Try as he might however, Matt just couldn't get to sleep. He glanced at the clock, which read 01:12. Deciding he wouldn't be able to sleep anyways, he decided on a nighttime walk in the park near his house. Silently he got dressed and stole down the stairs, jumping over the two steps that creaked and opened the door. It was raining, so he went and got a jacket, then was out the door.
It was hard to see through the darkness and the rain only added to the confusion. Matt zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands in his pockets to keep the cold from getting to him and soon he felt the sharp sting of sleet hitting his face. He had only walked about halfway down the block when he remembered he had left his light on and his computer running.
"If dad wakes up, he'll kill me when I get back."
With a slight grumble, he decided to turn back and turn off his lights and shut down the pc. It would only take a minute. He ran back to the gate to his house and was walking up the driveway when he felt his feet slip out from under him. 'Black ice!' Was the only thing he could think of before he crashed to the ground, the force knocking him into the empty black of unconsciousness.
The next morning Matt woke to a flickering light shining on his face and a warm breeze drifting through the room. He lay there half awake, savoring the breeze and warmth on his face, then the realization hit him that it was winter, and he hadn't left any windows open for a breeze to enter either. He shot straight up in bed and immediately saw he was somewhere that wasn't home. The room was large, at least three times larger than his own, and was made completely out of wood, with detailed carvings, tapestries, and intricate furniture throughout. One wall was completely open, supported by columns carved to seem as trees growing from the floor. Matt got up from the bed, to see that he was still wearing his own clothes, and went to look out the 'window.' What he saw amazed him. A large valley, with a streaming river and waterfalls, met his sight, along with more types of trees than he ever thought imaginable.
The sound of an opening door and someone entering the room caused him to jump around, unprepared for what he was about to see. The figure that stood before him was tall, nearly as tall as himself, at 6'5" and had dark brown hair which fell down his back. His clothing was extravagant and alien at the same time, a robe with many patterns stitched into the cloth. But the thing that caused Matt to stare, was that whoever this person was, he had the pointed ears of an elf.
"Where on earth am I?!"
The person looked at him and laughed, a cheerful laugh that sounded like a brook bubbling over rocks. "You have been accepted as a guest in the Last Homely House. The state you were in when we found you was. let me just say, you wouldn't have lasted the night."
"Wouldn't have lasted-" Matt cut himself off as what he had said struck him, and laughed, "You did not just say Last Homely House... then you must be Elrond, right?"
"No, I am Elladan, you speak of my father." the elf looked at him strangely, "Perhaps you haven't gotten over the effects from your injury yet... you must sleep."
Matt looked at the elf suspiciously, then around the room with a sort of awe, "No! Tell me where I am! Let me out of here!"
He made a move for the door, but the elf's superior reflexes got him there first.
"You must rest! You aren't well."
Matt tried to push past the elf, but only got far enough to glance out. What he saw was enough to stop him dead in his tracks. The so called 'Last Homely House' was more like a large compound. Hundreds of Elves milled about far below the trees upon which the House rested. Several horses could be seen, and a contingent of bowmen was just returning from a patrol.
Backing away from the door and the elf, Matt looked around wildly, finally believing, yet scared out of his wits. He stopped backing up only when he tripped over the corner of the bed he had just woken from, and fell. He felt like he was falling in slow motion, everything he saw he saw with perfect detail, from the elf rushing towards him to the wind rushing by. Time sped up again just has his head made contact with the floor. A black nothingness filled his mind again.
End Ch. 2
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