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 Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:21 pm
Introduction When I was a baby, my parents were slaughtered while traveling through the wilds on their way from city to city by a band of horrible hook horrors! When they closed in on me, my childish wails sounded so much like one of their own infants that they mistook me for a seriously deformed hook horror baby and they carried me away with them! They raised me as one of their own until a band of drow scouts came across and killed my adoptive family. Wait...no...Thats not it... My mother was a great Priestess of lloth! She was so devoted and highly ranked that one night, after a great and awsome party with lots and lots of drinking and sexing, she had this dream where the Goddess told her that I could fly! So she took me as a child and flung me over a deep chasam! I fell and fell and fell until I was falling so fast I actually started to fall upwards! Well! I shot right back up onto the edge of that chasam and bumped my way down a tunnel like a ball. When I came to a stop I was utterly lost. I wandered for three days before I stumbled upon a group of drow raiders. They took me along just in case they needed to throw something at a random monster and run away. While we...wait... No...no...thats not right either... Huh.... you know...I just can't remember anything about my family or my younger years since I took this knock to the head. When was that? Ah...hmm... I forget?
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:22 pm
General History For a good deal of his remembered life, Nuumia has traveled with the merchant caravan owned by a drow named Yzterr. Under paid and under appreciated, the happy go lucky drow hardly seemed to notice the ill treatment he commonly recieved. A few drow in the caravan, such as Thalzoz and Jalken, took a interest in looking out for his well being. As was normally common, upon entering a city the drow attempted to contain Nuumia in one of the wagons until someone could keep a tab on him. Nuumia's disposition and overly trusting ways only seemed to encourage other drow to take advantage of him, and the drow of the caravan were not the sort to let anyone other then themselves have that pleasure. Unfortunatly, or perhaps by a odd stroke of luck, a Matron Mother named Haellara happened upon the newly arrived caravan and witnessed some of the childish antics of the young looknig drow. Useing her position she extracted the wide eyed drow from his handlers and protectors and made off with him with only a vauge promise of returning him. As time passed and the matron came to know Nuumia a bit more, she became convinced the strange attitude of the male was due to some type of spell. Guessing correctly, she secretly adminstered a potion to restore his mind. Whatever magic had gripped Nuumia had been very powerful however, and only small fragments of his memory was returned to him. Recovering from the painful ordeal, Nuumia begged the Matron to accept him as a servant of hers. As he believed it was the will of the Goddess that he serve Haellara, he has committed himself to her personal goals. Though he still needs time to deal with the small amount of memories he has recovered and learn to live without the curse affecting his mind.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:23 pm
Inventory Vest 'o' Pockets.: Nuumia has a lot of pockets... a LOT of pockets. He carries a wide assortment of items within them and always seems to have a vauge idea of what is in each pocket. Finger Claws: These special finger grips fulfill a handful of useful tasks. They make climbing up walls easier, as the metal tips dig easily into wood and somewhat easily into stone. They are quite effective as stabbing weapons and are sharp enough to cut through thin glass. Throwing Daggers: Nuu has about..10 of these little daggers. They are thin and have no apparent handle. This makes them rather useless for hand to hand combat, but their counterweight makes them highly effective and accurate throwing weapons. Lucky Thingy: Nuu has a rock that he considers his Lucky Thingy. It's small, made of simple grey stone, and looks like a pressed oval. it has no additionaly markings and does not come with any ominouse glow or tingly sense. It's just a rock. But it's Nuu's Lucky Thingy. ^_^
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 8:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 2:44 pm
History Entry - One ((History Enteries are a re-cap of Nuumia's past and shows his general development over time)) Nuumia has, perhaps, the worst luck any drow can wish on an enemy. He has never once succeeded in a assassination attempt, he is too much of a block head to pick up on subtle suggestions and hints, and worst of all... he can't hold his liqure. Reguardless of his faults, he managed to obtain a temporary position of employment in a merchants caravan. At first he was merely a fetch and carry boy. But as he exhibited some unusual talent for acrobatics, one of the mercenaries in the group, Jalken, took the boy under his tutalage and began to train him in the ways of the Velguk. Well... Nuu managed exceptionally well when it came to the physical training. He proved to be a twisty, squirmy, nimble thing that seemed to be triple jointed and able to bend his body in ways that seemed un-natural. He could cling by his fingertips to a wall for hours without breaking a sweat. He could tight rope walk on a wire as thin as thread. What Nuu could not do however...was remember which vial was poison and which was the antidote. He could not manage to sneak up on someone without giggling like a child. On various occassions Nuu accidently drank his own poison...and had to stab himself with his own dagger because he had accidently coated it with the anti-toxin instead of the poison. Needless to say... Jalkan has long since abandoned the thought that Nuu is trainable as a killer for hire. Though he does offer a good amount of laughter and keeps the spirits of his fellows in a uplifted state. Nothing is more amuseing then giving Nuumia a drink of ale and watching him stumble about in a drunken state. Normally, when the caravan would roll into a town and sell off it's goods, Nuu is paid like the rest of the guards for the caravan. And what do guards do on a day off after being paid? Bar hopping of course! In the past Nuu has tagged along, only because the guards are his chums and he really dislikes sitting alone in a empty wagon with the driving lizards. Sadly this has led to more then his fair share of troubles. Twice before Nuumia has awoken in a slavers cage, completely bewildered and confused as to how he managed to end up in such a state. Each time his merchant companions have paid for his freedom. Of course..Nuu was expected to take severe cuts in his pay and perform extra tasks during travling to make up for the purchasing. On another occassion Nuumia was talked out of his clothing by a street harlot. Once again he was saved by his merchant companions, who paid a hefty sum to get his clothing and weapons back from the trollop. Nuumia normally isn't allowed to wander off on his own anymore while traveling with the caravan...
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:23 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragments are of voices that Nuumia recalls but has no images to go with.)) Fragment of Nuumia's voice: "Shila will be left alone. Right? Thats the deal. Shila...." Fragment of a paniced female Voice: "Hurry up! They are past the inner gate!" Fragment of Nuumia's voice "..to the right. Then it's only a few steps further in and you'll find the vault."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:25 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) A high pitched female laugh sounds from behind. Nuumia's breath comes in heavy pants. "Faster Lizard! Faster!" The female voice laughs. Nuumia's vision reveals a long dark hallway with a crimson carpet and a spider sigle on the wall at the end. A small pair of arms grip tightly around his neck, nearly choking him. He runs down the hall heavily until he reachs the end, the female laughter continuing until he stops. Nuumia kneels down, still panting heavily. The arms release their grip and a heavy weight slides from his back. Turning on his heels, a young female dressed in a dark crimson robe stands behind him. A small toy whip is in one hand, and a bright childishly happy smile on her face. "That was fun! Let's go get cookies now!" She happily declares.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:26 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) "...runt. Stay out of the way." A cold male voice comes along with the jarring senstation of falling. Nuumia lays flat on his stomach as a black robed male sweeps past him and down the robe. He see's only the back of the male. His white hair hangs long, down past the waist, and is bound by a red ball like ornament. He looks on with barely contained spite and the male pauses. He turns, a vain and aristocratic face peering over the shoulder with a sadistic quirk to his lips. "You shouldn't play in the dirt like a vagrant street urchin brother. It's highly unbecoming of your station. I'll have to..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:35 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) The little girl stands in a white nightgown, her hair french braided back, and clutching a spider plushie with tears in her eyes. "Monsters are under my bed! Come scare them away big brother!" Nuumia sits up in a bed and his sight darkens as he rubs at his eyes. He slips out, dressed in simple black pants, then reachs under his pillow to pull out a small undecorated dagger from under the pillow. "Comin..." He mumbles aloud then thinks to himself, -There are no monsters there. There are never any monsters there...- The girl grabs his hand and leads him from the room, and out into a corridor. She continues to lead him down the corridor to a door and leads him into the room. She releases his hand, and remains standing at the door while clutching her spider. Nuumia walks over to the bed, gets down on all fours, and peers carefully under it. -Someday there might be though. Thats why I'll always check if she says there is something.- He see's nothing, but takes his dagger and starts to stab up into the underside of the bed methodically. He crawls under the bed to complete his stabbing inspection, then crawls back out. "There. If there are any monsters under there they're all dead now. Kay Shila?" "No! Check the closet...." She demands with a point of her hand. Nuumia approchs the closet and opens the ornate door to peer inside. Once again, he carefully pokes about within with his dagger, careful not to cut any of the cloths, and methodically searchs every foot that he can. "No monsters here now." He reports, and shuts the door firmly. Shila remains standing in the doorway until Nuumia returns to her. With a gentle nudge he directs her back to the bed, and starts to tuck her back in. When he turns to leave, Shila reachs out and grabs his shirt. Nuumia pauses and turns to look at her wide red eyes. "Stay?" She half asks and half demands. Nuumia nods his head and with a surpressed sigh climbs into the bed next to Shila. -This is what she really wanted. Why didn't she just say so? She knows I won't say no...I'll never say no.- She presses against his side, and Nuumia crosses the arm with the dagger still in it under her head and around her protectively.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:42 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) "Argh! My eye!" Nuumia's vision blurs in the right eye. He clasps a hand over it as he kneels. A slightly older Shila stands with wide red eyes a few steps away. Still dressed in red, she holds a real whip in place of her toy. Nuumia continues to cradle his eye as he rises, walks to a girlish vanity, and he sits in the chair. "I told you it was too long!" Shila's scolding voice sounds and her hand lands on his cradling hand. With very light pressure she pulls his hand away, and he sees her wince. "I'm sorry. I just thought that as you got taller it would be better suited, and it was the best one I could find. I wanted it to be perfect." Nuumia apologized sullenly. He turned to look into the mirror. and winced himself. A open wound stretched from his forehed, cutting down over the thin film of his eye and down his cheek. Blood that he had not noticed until now, ran freely from his face and into his lap. "As far as birthday gifts go it's only suitable." Shila responds immediatly, then after a hesitant moment, she sighs and places her hand on Nuumia's forehead. The pain vanishes in a gradual relieving manner. When Nuumia next looks his wound is completely healed. "Hey wow! You've gotten really good with your prayers Shila!" Nuumia responds with a smile. Shila's image in the mirror takes on a gloating grin. "I'm better then all my sisters right now. I can use prayers that even they are having trouble with now." Her features turn into a small frown. "Though I can't get any better if I don't practice more." Nuumia turns in the seat, and without missing a beat, speaks to her. "Practice on me!" Shilas red eyes widen with restrained delight. "You honestly want me to? I'll have to hurt you pretty bad brother..." "Of course I do! If it helps you become a better priestess I'll even let you kill me so you could practice ressurections when you get that strong." Nuumia returned. Shila's features lit up with a joyful squeal. "You are the BEST brother ever!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:43 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) "... furious!" A whispered voice carried to nuumia's ears. Pain seared across his back as he slowly crept towards a door. His brow was dappled in sweat and his hair was uncombed. He paused outside of a cracked door and tilted his head to catch the whispering within. "How did she figure he was responsible?" A male voice asked. "No one knows for sure. Someone just saw him in the same hall before she was found." The first voice answered. Nuumia placed a hand on the wall and leaned against it slightly as he fought to ignore the light headed sensation distracting him. "... wide. Cut from throat to groin like a Rothe. Blood was everywhere." "If it was everywhere wouldn't it have been on him too? Wasn't he clean when they found him?" Nuumia closed his eyes and slowly exhaled as he listened in. Intently eager to know just what may have been discovered. "...daughters dead now. Matron isn't going to care whether or not there was blood on him. Someone had to be blamed." "Shila's in a fury. I heard she actually threatened the Matron when they took him away." Nuumia's lips turned down into a faint frown. Concern over his tempermental sisters actions made him glance down at his other hand in worry. A dagger was clutched within the hand tightly, but after a moment he shook his head and pushed away from the wall. As he turned to inspect the bedroom he was in, his eyes slid over the dark metal four post bed and the lavish accessories decoring the room. With slow careful steps he moved towards the bed. "...has been putting up a hours worth of protections every day now." Nuumia laid himself flat on his stomach near the bed, and wriggled beneath. The stone felt very cold against his naked body. Placing the dagger between his belly and the floor, he closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to the floor. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled. His mind focused on cooling off. Cold chilly thoughts. Slowly he knew his body tempeture would lower to the point he'd be indistinguishable from the cold of the floor. The infrared of any peering under the bed would see no general difference between himself and the stone. In the pitch darkness his body and hair would blend perfectly. He only had to wait now...
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:50 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) Cold. Nuumia stands in only a pair of pants and boots. His head is bowed and his black eyes fixed on his toes. His arms hang limp at his sides as a pair of females voices converse before him. All that is seen of them though are a pair of expensive decorative shoes. " I don't know. He's awfully small. Scrawny. I hardly see any males as weak looking as this one." One voice complains in a disgusted sounding voice. "Oh, don't be so nieave. There are different types of strength other then just muscle." The second voice responds, a sharp edge was to her words and it sent more chills down Nuumia's spine. "Oh? Is he intelligent then?" The first voice asks, the disgust in her voice softening to mere minor dissapproval. "Males that can think for themselves aren't really much use unless you have them properly trained though. From what I hear..." The second voice cut in quickly. "Goddess Blest no! He's no more intelligent then the common drudges in the streets. No no. His strength is something else entierly." Now the second voice sounded like it was gloating, or perhaps more correctly, bragging. "Fine, I give up. What sort of wonderouse secret do you have about this male that would make him worth my aid?" The first voice questioned. Nuumia shifted uncomfortably on his feet as there was a brief pause. "Well, it's not a commonly talked about rumor. Mother tries to keep it hushed for whatever silly reasons she has..." The second voice teaseingly began. Nuumia could see out of the corner of his eye the first voice's form shifting in her seat forwards a bit towards the second speaker. "Well, you know he's the eighth son correct?" "Living or in succession?" The first voice asked. "In succession." The second voice answered, then continued on. "Mother believed that, just as with the third son, he ought to be sacrificed. Just look at him. Born as black as the Spider Queens own venom. Surely a sign from her you'd think..." The second speaker trailed off, and Nuumia heard her sipping at a drink. Most likely the wine he had been instructed to deliver to her. "She waited until the Eighth day and the Eighth hour to perform the sacrifice." She continued, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "Mother and my two elder sisters presided over the sacrifice. They placed him onto the alter in a small box. Mother summoned a small hoard of spiders and had them swarm inside the box." There came a pause, and Nuumia felt the uneasy sensation of being scrutinzed. He held his breath, his heart pounding fiercly. His stomach felt tight and clentched with sickness. This was not a story he had heard before. After the brief pause the second voice continued. "They sealed the box, though it had small holes for the spiders to slip out of, and entered a period of prayer. Well..." She stopped, and now the first female cut in. "Stop pauseing for the sake of a dramatic telling and just finish the story. Obviously the spiders did not bite him as he's standing here well and alive." The first voice crossly spoke. "Oh! But they did." The second voice replied. A happy little mocking note was in that voice now. "When they opened the box at the end of the prayers he had bites all over his body. He was barely breathing and stareing like he was blind. But what was most surpriseing of all was the change." Nuumia felt sick from the story. They had tried to kill him? Truely? So..why was he alive? What change was his sister talking about? "Change? What change?" The first female asked. "When the boy had been born his eyes were as dark a red as freshly spilled blood. Quite a handsome thing he promised to be. When they opened the box though, his eyes had lost all color and were black. They were quite confused, as they had expected him to be dead by then. So..." "So?" Prompted the visiting female. "So they left him there overnight." his sister callousely replied. Nuumia knew he should not have felt so vacant over hearing the cruel treatment. It was more the fact that this was something he could not remember that bothered him. At least he could remember all the other ill treatments... "And he lived? Like that?" The first females voice was disbeliving for the most part, but Nuumia could hear the wondering behind it. "Oh yes. The little b*****d lived through the night. In fact he was crying when they came into the temple the next day." His sister spoke with such a cheerfulness. "So mother ordered him taken to the nursury and tended to. He was sick for months but he still survived." Silence followed his sisters last words. Nuumia remained stiff as from the start of the conversation. "Hmm. Different kind of strength you say...well... I suppose he would at the very least be a source of amusement for a while. But he's terribly young..." His sisters soft laughter came, and he saw a pair of fingers enter his vision. Useing them, his sister hooked his chin and pulled his head up so he could look at the two older females sitting at a decorative table. Empty wine glasses were at their elbows and both their red eyes were set upon him. The female holding him by his chin, easily identifyable as a young adult, cracked a wide grin. "Tell her how old you are big brother..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:00 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) Shila sits in a ornate chair. At her elbow sits a flute like glass ornately crafted and half filled with wine . A candle burns upon the table, and Shila's eyes squint against the painful light as she diligently reads the faded and spidery script of a scroll. Nuumia sits at her feet. His head tilted into her lap. His cheek resting on the blood red silk of her gown. His body is exhausted. His mind is fogged. Every limb of his aches. In his left hand he clutchs a dagger firmly though, and he fights to keep his black eyes open. Shila's hand rests upon the top of his head, though shortly it slips down to rest on his shoulder. Shila blinks her eyes and turns away from the small candle flame to look down at him. "I told you to sleep." Her voice is hard when it speaks to him, yet Nuumia's weary lips still pull upwards slightly. "Tryin to Shila." He mumbles. She sit's silent for a moment, then gives his shoulder a slight shove. "Get into a bed then if you can not sleep here. I only agreed to let you stay by my side under the impression you would finally sleep." Her voice is so strong, with no warmth or hint of compassion. Nothing at all like the sweet angellic voice he remembered her having as a child. Nuumia's head shifts on her lap, and he licks his lips to wet them. "You finished studying the scroll?" He asks her instead of obaying. The hand upon his shoulder shifts, and he feels a sharp pain in his ear as she grasps the pointed tip and twists it. Nuumia's head lifts at the pain, though it hardly compares to the rest that he feels. "When I am ready to practice the prayer, then I will let you know. Stop groveling for more punishment. Your becoming a masochist and it does not please me. Now sleep or I will strangle you into darkness myself."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 4:09 pm
Memory Fragment ((Following the adminstration of a potion by Haellara, Nuumia experienced a strange assortment of memory fragments from his past life. The following Fragment is a particular memory recalled by Nuumia.)) Nuumia twists against a strong grip on his shoulder. A bit of his hair is caught in the grip, so his struggles causes the hair to pull painfully on his scalp. A young Shila stands, nearly preteen in appearance, off to Nuumia's left stomping her feet and wildly waving her hands in a hellish fit as a male holds her firmly by her shoulders. "..MINE! You have no right to---" Shila screams in a fury. "I am eldest!" The female holding him cuts in. A dark fury rather then the chill of fear boils within Nuumia. Hatefully he pulls against the hand holding him, and he is responded with a harsh crack against the side of his head by a object he can not see. For a moment his thoughts are jumbled and he can barely manage to keep his feet.
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