Archive:Anthropology

Ozthokk

Ozthokk is not my name given to me at birth, but its the name given to me by a curse. although human in appearance, my soul is as cold as the distant north. I take only this shape to try and fit in with those whom dwell this world, but often find i am still an outsider. My past is but a distant thought, as my memory of it is very vague. the things i do remember, is that of a lovely young women. sitting at my bed side, she seems to be crying as she sings me a song of a beautiful summers day. I do not know if this women is my wife, sister or mother, all i know is that i felt safe, but soon that safety turned to ice and i found myself as an adult in the distant north, by myself and lost in mind not knowing who i was and where i came from, but soon i saw a figure, my vision was blurred, so i was and still am unsure what i saw, but i heard a females voice say the name Ozthokk. soon my vision became clear and i came to find that my flesh was as blue as the ice that surrounded me and i was not cold. for long after that day, i wondered this world trying to find who i once was. I may never know. written by Ozthokk

Frubillie

I, Frubillie am the second generation of miners. When I was young I would watch my father work the mines. He loved the mines. All the miners seemed to love their job. You could see it in their faces. It was a great life for me and them. As I got older my father and some of the other miners would teach me how to mine. I only visited the city a few times as a child. It was a very rare occassion for me to visit the city. When I was about 5 or 6 years old I decided that I would never live in such a place. Don't get me wrong it was a nice place just not a place for me. I learned many skills from the miners yet I yearned to learn as many skills as I could from all over the world. I dreamed of traveling. I knew one day I would settle in just like my parents had but till then I needed to spread my wings. One of the times we did visit the city my father had bought me some nice fine armor and a great sword. These where not of course the best there was but it was the best for me at the time. While in the city buying these things we also met a man named Luka who taught me the skill of Brawling.As it seems that you may not always have a sword or bow you will always have a fist. Closed to my home town was this lady ( miriam) Who I had heard was a great teacher of speed. This was to be my first stop on my exploration. I found (Miriam) deep in the snake caves. It seems if you don't know these caves well you will never make it out alive. Lucky for me I managed to find my way. It was slow moveing with all these mountain snakes all around. I did finally meet this (Miriam) and after doing a few things,like running to find the indian man on the otherside of the mountain, I was taught the skill of speed. written by Frubillie.

Straelyn

My name is Straelyn, and I was raised in a tribe of nomads in the snake desert. I remember my mother's Snake Tongue stew. She had a knack for taking the worst of things and somehow make them great. My father always said, that the only honor left was to be found in the deserts and far off hills. He felt that the city was full of deceivers who had lost their ways. I used to sneak off sometimes on my own, out of curiosity. I would explore, and watch people. I remember one time seeing a green slime devour some poor soul, lost and tired, who had strayed too far from town. I watched in horror, but wasn't strong enough yet to be of any help. I knew there was nothing I could do, but I think a part of me died with him. I felt shamed. With the great quake, my family and I became separated. I trained on my own as best I could. I remembered what my father said about city people, but if it weren't for them, I would've perished. For that, the people of Tulimshar will always hold a place in my heart. The green slimes and snakes seemed so much worst after the quake, though.. Some while later, I came across a tribe of warriors around Nivalis, not unlike my own. They initiated me as a member of their tribe and taught me how to be a Rager. My father used to always tell me, "head of the dragon, son, remember", when we were out hunting snakes. As I learned to focus my rage, I began to understand what he meant. How does one fight dragons?