Curse

Athenns · Dec 23, 2005, 08:39 PM // 20:39

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[SIZE=3]The above link should take you to images of the two charcters.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=3]The following text is part of a story based on two of my Guild War Heros. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=3]Isa Jinxmaster-NEC/MES and Ema Treepixie-RAN/ELE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=3]I encourge you to seek them out online say hi or just pal around, maybe you could end up part of the story freind or foe, you decide!lol. There will be more partsto this one, have a suggestion or commint or idea email mr or seek them out. So tag along and see what I have in store of these two young wandering souls. There will be many surprises, twists and plots, plus events from their journey on the game. Enjoy!!!!!!!

The Tale of Isa Jinxmaster & Ema Treepixie

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Chapter 1- Jinxed life
So what if her parents, well at least her mother was a murdering queen, did that mean that she had to be? Not that she minded killing, heck she was brought up around it, it was in her blood, her past, some even say in her future. Maybe, she would rule nothing out, not just yet anyway. That was why Isa ran from her homelands, journeyed to a city were her mother’s murderous deeds were not know. To find her father, possibly. Was it to learn for once, why she did not feel the urge to destroy, to incur her wrath on living souls, most defiantly.
Growing up with her mother, Tainta was a mixed emotional state. Her mother was in fact a feared (rightly so) and powerful Deathbringer. A necromancer from birth and a ruler from destiny. She was close to being fond of her only offspring, though Isa learned from an early age not to cause her wrath. She could recall seeing others, followers of her mother striped down in the most cruel and torturous ways. From the start, she could not fully understand her mother’s fondness of death. Figuring that with age and skills it would come to be her calling and pleasure.
Well, now 17, she worried that it is not her fate to rule next to her mother. Not that her mother needed or really wished the help, for she is immortal and most likely would never hand down the crown. Being descendents from the dark elves would do that to you. In the end she couldn’t continue to hide her non lust for blood and wreckage, she did not want to disappoint her mother but felt a part of her pulled away from all the darkness. This was her home and it for the most part agreed with her. She had fondness for darkness, for destruction just not the soul wrenching need to be completely so. That bothered her, a lot; she desired to be at one with her thoughts. Not one second enjoying a blood match and the next wondering, just slightly, if it was necessary. So she left. Left her mother, who most likely would miss her when the mood suited to do so, but that of how you’d miss a favorite pet. She also left Hiro, her desinted mate, and the one her mother felt would match her, one that would only see a lost of a possession. The lost at a chance to bed the most exotic and divine female of their clan. He would not take that so well, but on the bright side if he made to much fuss he might upset her mother into killing him. Isa smiled at the thought, as she walked up the dusty path towards the new city. She had to do this, she needed to understand. With years of training in the dark ways from the best her homeland could offer, she was no weak caster but effective enough to survive, she hoped at least until the closure came, past that she did not fear decay and death, it was not the way of her kind. It was not in her soul, if she even had one. Though deep down she knew there at least part of one buried deep down in her. If these content worries and torn thoughts meant so, then she truly wished to be rid of the useless thing.

Chapter 2 Tree thoughts
The sun beat down onto her brow, and she could the forest move around her, the sun fully rising and work of others began, but still she stayed were she was perched up on the large rocks. Her hiding place, her one secret. In a village of truth and honesty there was much to be said about secrets. She was pained by her anger at her father, why now did he decide it was time for her to begin her path walk. Almost a full year then most Rangers set out to do so. Then again she has seemed to be ahead of her age group, taller, fuller, and smarter.
She was happy though, content to still be a child, a student of the teachings. She did not want to leave for another year, not now at least, maybe not ever. Izza did not wish to join the ranks of the elders, the wise ones in all their glory, she just wanted to live freely, with no large war weighing on her shoulders. That was the fact of life, to be honest, if you took your path you would have to be a factor in the wars and fights that sweep the land. They wanted Ema to be apart of that to make a name for herself as her father had for him.
The only child was burdened role. You must always fulfill the dreams of others, the hopes of your people. She just wanted love and children and peace. Not much, really. Not a possible path either, destiny did not favor ones wishes but the goal of the world and its fate. She did not dislike the ways of fighting, was actually a well taught bower and hunter. She could defend herself out there. Might even learn to enjoy the ways of the towns and foreign places but for right now she just wanted to stay where she was, live how she liked to. The gods would most likely strike her down at those words, selfish and childish, she knew it. Just still wanted it.
Ema climbed down the rock drew a breath and went to find her father. Granger, was a hero to their village, he had went off to fight for six years before he married her mother. Returned laden with gold(though that meant little to the WoodChildren)but he also brought back a memento from the king himself stating that he had added and furthered their fights for the well being of their lands and forests. He came home, Married Lillis, and within a year they had her. The toll of child birth was hard on her mother, so they, in the end did not have more children. Instead they dotted on her and help foster other children through out her 16 years. Her father does not discuss his travels in to much detail, says that they would bore even her. He tells of a few battles but just will not indulging the whole tale. Those tales are his secrets, most likely to horrid for him to relive. Not that they mattered to her now as she made her way to his tree top store, all that mattered is that she was finally ready to do as she must and leave all she knew behind.
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