Post by Crushter on Jun 19, 2009 3:19:07 GMT -5
Crushter began as a citizen in the Domain of Metal, and had a simplistic childhood. He unfortunately exhibited violent and sociopathic tendances nearing his middle teen years, and was sent to rehabilitation school. There he stayed until graduation, then lived quietly, and then in a dramatic scene killed three people one morning in the market.
Running from Justice he escaped the lands of the Domain of Metal, and wandered the lands, until slavers caught hold of him.
Many years he spent in the many excanging hands of the dark peoples who worked innocents and criminals alike for their own meager pleasures. When Crushter killed his Slavemaster out of anger for finally breaking his back, two Guards grabbed him, and took him to the Edge of the Desert of Twilight, and forced him to march into it.
He wandered the flat, unchanging land for a few years, becoming a gaunt figure who fed on the buzzards that tried to kill him. He finally found the center, by coincedince, perhaps. He crumpled to the stone, weeping he finally found something different, his hand ran down the scar, and the stairwell to the Pitt opened.
He followed down, opened the door, and became a Warrior.
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The Desert of Twilight is an ancient place. The City of Blood is even older. Made in a time long forgotten, with elder foundations in a place that was once a lush forest that was called Eve.
But one man in Lu'rishna, The City of Dawn, created a spell that would keep the city alive forever, at the cost of the inhabitant's sanity. Mad with the desire to live eternally, the man cast the spell, and the city exploded, killing the land around it forever. Dawn became Twilight, and Twilight sank beneath the shifting sands, forever to become forgotten.
Until the people, mad with bloodlust and hungry for War, dug their city out from their sandy tomb, built weapons, built defenses, built a casing to keep the sand out, and built an entrance when it would eventually sink. The people set out, pillaged for a decade, and returned. The City sunk, it's roads red, it's workshops beating like corrupted hearts. A generation passed, people found their way, called by the city. They joined and made the Army stronger.
On the anniversary of the Spell, the City rises. When the City rises, red will cover the sky, and Death rides openly upon the world of A.W.R.
It is an old myth.
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Crushter became well known quickly in the City of Blood for his fierceness, and coldness. He was effcient and hungered.
Eventually he toppled the last leader. His name was Jormandug, well known for his massive two-headed warhammer.
Crushter has led for twenty Wars, or generations. He has no ambitions of letting anyone take it from him.
Running from Justice he escaped the lands of the Domain of Metal, and wandered the lands, until slavers caught hold of him.
Many years he spent in the many excanging hands of the dark peoples who worked innocents and criminals alike for their own meager pleasures. When Crushter killed his Slavemaster out of anger for finally breaking his back, two Guards grabbed him, and took him to the Edge of the Desert of Twilight, and forced him to march into it.
He wandered the flat, unchanging land for a few years, becoming a gaunt figure who fed on the buzzards that tried to kill him. He finally found the center, by coincedince, perhaps. He crumpled to the stone, weeping he finally found something different, his hand ran down the scar, and the stairwell to the Pitt opened.
He followed down, opened the door, and became a Warrior.
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The Desert of Twilight is an ancient place. The City of Blood is even older. Made in a time long forgotten, with elder foundations in a place that was once a lush forest that was called Eve.
But one man in Lu'rishna, The City of Dawn, created a spell that would keep the city alive forever, at the cost of the inhabitant's sanity. Mad with the desire to live eternally, the man cast the spell, and the city exploded, killing the land around it forever. Dawn became Twilight, and Twilight sank beneath the shifting sands, forever to become forgotten.
Until the people, mad with bloodlust and hungry for War, dug their city out from their sandy tomb, built weapons, built defenses, built a casing to keep the sand out, and built an entrance when it would eventually sink. The people set out, pillaged for a decade, and returned. The City sunk, it's roads red, it's workshops beating like corrupted hearts. A generation passed, people found their way, called by the city. They joined and made the Army stronger.
On the anniversary of the Spell, the City rises. When the City rises, red will cover the sky, and Death rides openly upon the world of A.W.R.
It is an old myth.
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Crushter became well known quickly in the City of Blood for his fierceness, and coldness. He was effcient and hungered.
Eventually he toppled the last leader. His name was Jormandug, well known for his massive two-headed warhammer.
Crushter has led for twenty Wars, or generations. He has no ambitions of letting anyone take it from him.
