These are drawings and autobiographies or stories by each player. Please, if you play the mud and like it, submit your own!!
They are in alphabetical order, of course.
I was raised in Korholt, like most Korylani, but from the time of my birth my parents filled me with stories of their adventures with Stryder and his Queen, the Faea Almorna. Many of those stories centered around the northern cold cities of the Kingdom of New Draconia. I dreamed of these places often as I grew up.
When I was 16 years of age it was time for my family to arrange my marriage with the son of another Korylani family of similar standing. But I wanted desperately to be like my mother, a woman who had been allowed to break the chains of Korylani womanhood, with the help and tutelage of the great Queen Almorna. But there was no Almorna for me, and the pressure put on by my relatives was overwhelming.
In desperation, I ran away. I joined a trading caravan led by an Ertlorten trader, a very nice man. Vainly, I thought he hired me because I had proven what a valiant warrior I was (having learned fighting from watching my brothers and father practice). Little did I realize, until much later, he hired me out of pity, and, he admitted, out of admiration for my courage in leaving my home like I did.
The caravan journeyed all the way across the Dragon Mountains to the outskirts of the Kingdom of New Draconia. There it turned south, to make its way slowly through the thick forests to Faevic. I waited in the town I had been left in, trying to find another caravan that was going east,
down the Sunder River, and then North across the Badlands to New Draconia. By this time I was a decent bar-room fighter, having learned much on the journey across the Mountains.
It was here, after I waited for a week, that my father found me. I thought about fighting him, when he first confronted me, but I could not raise my hand against my own beloved father. Much to my surprise, he did not immediately pack me up and bring me back to Korholt. Instead, he gave me a letter from my mother and told me I had to make a decision. If I went on the way I was going, he would help me as much as possible, but I could not return to Korholt without having proven myself to be one of the best of Korylani warriors. If I returned home with him, nothing more would be said, but I would be married to my betrothed as soon as I recovered from the homeward journey.
Of course, I immediately choose to continue as I had begun. My father hired horses and traveled with me down the Sundering, then saw that I made it safely to the city of New Draconia. There he gave me enough money to live for a while, set me up with an old friend of his who could teach the military arts, and left me.
One day, after I am learned and strong enough, I will return home as the greatest Korylani warrior there ever was (except perhaps for Stryder, who was unbeatable). I will return with honor, with riches, having had more adventures than can fill 1000 nights of telling, and be lauded by my family and relatives. This I vow, this I promise...
While in New Draconia I have discovered several things. One is that I hate the cold and the rain with a passion. Another is that bar-room fighting does not make one a good warrior, there is much much more to be learned. Another is that, although I am fairly smart, magic does not take to me. I can cast my spells correctly, but they slid off my golden skin like water. And finally, I have discovered an affinity for a denizen of the north whom I never had encountered in the Ignisrain, the wolf. I am bound to one, you will see us together often, Bellatora and Nevermore.
A young seedling, I left home in Grulunt because I like to SMASH things!
I also want to learn as much as I can, but smashing is FUN!
I like adventures too. I will help smash! Ask me! I smash for good mold, or even for free!
I'm ok with magic, and learning to fight at a fast rate. Of course, SMASHING isn't all I like, but it's a big part of it!
Link was born in Faevic. He was a little more adventurous and wild than the other young Faeas. Link always seemed to be picking fights with bigger and stronger Faeas in Faevic. On occasion he would run away looking for new things and people.
Link was sent to the council for public uproars and fights. The council, decided to confine him to his own house and yard. Not liking the containment, Link slipped off one night never to return.
After about 1 or 2 weeks he made his way out of the woods and into the mountains. Food and water was very scant, and people were a rare sight. One day, almost exhausted to a point of death, Link saw a light in the distance. He slowly made his way to it. When he got closer he realized it was a fire. He had almost made it when he collapsed and blacked out.
Link awoke to see a fine-looking young Ertlorten male. His name was Mopar and he had cared for and restored Link. After that the two became permanent friends. Traveling and growing up together, they both made their way to a great city enclosed in a tall wall. They made their way inside.
They found an Inn, the Raging Lion, and there they met a new, great friend. He was also a Faea named Struther. Being more experienced, he helped equip and somewhat train them.
Now a days Link and Mopar travel and train together hoping of discovering new and amazing things. All in this great world of Sidalicia.
Mnenethea Diodes was born in Faevik on a cold but clear winter morning.
As a child she fell down some branches, just as the other kids, but she
did it more often than the others did. She liked the adventure, the
exciting thrill of managing on her own. Mnenethea was a good pupil, best
in theory, but what she lacked in strength and body control she
learned to overcome with her curiosity, will, and the attitude that the
physical damage and pain wasn't the worst. Strange as it sounds,
Mnenethea has always been more interested in the mind and personality rather
than the physical, she enjoyed the physical adventures and feats, true,
but it was for her mind she did it, to satisfy her mind.
If you ask her, she won't be able to describe what she feels and what is so exhilarating about crashing into some rogues: Bashing one rogue down to the ground, letting the sword dance on another, dodging a third who isn't completely awake and collecting the magical energy and shaping it into a vim missile that hopefully hits the fourth rogue coming for her with his axe high above his head.
If you ask her about magic and why she likes to work with it, maybe you get a better reply. Magic is difficult and to her that shows who got the brains or not. You can call that a bit "Short-sighted", but for her the mind and what it can produce are an essential indication on what you are and what you and your race can achieve. She can ask, what is a race with lots of muscles and no brain? The Faea are maybe weak, but no other race are even close in having the mental abilities to the Faea and after all, magic can create worlds which a sword can not, so being weak can be fixed if magic is involved and magic is usually involved if a Faea is involved.
If you see her she will probably not be wearing any glamorous outfit, she is not wearing a pretty expensive dress if fighting nasties and if she on occasions wear a dress or jewelry is it often plain and usually dark. She prefers padded and studded leather armors, light bronze plating on the lower legs, she usually got a bronze bracer on her left arm. As weapons does she go for the shortsword with a shield or shortsword and a dagger.
-Demeanour: At first sight it can look like Mnenethea is a typical ill-tempered, full of attitude, racist. Don't get fooled, she accepts the lesser capabilities of the other races, she can even like them for it, but she wouldn't praise them for it. Mnenethea does easily get offended by rude and rash language, if people are to be listened to, even if they feel like giving critics, then they have to do it in a respectful manner, just as she would. Since Mnenethea doesn't accept people who talk rudely to her or others she can seem rather "bitchy" and even more arrogant than the usual faea.
-Personality: Mnenethea isn't very comfortable in a crowd of people, Faea or others, but what she has experienced are the other races more inclined to live in crowds, work in crowds and enjoy crowds.
-Motivation: If she get old without having any disfigurement, curse or problem with a dream that haunts her after she met a specially nasty horror she had to flee, then she hasn't pushed her limits far enough to lie down and die yet. Exploring and working as a bounty hunter with a trusted group including different races is very high on her list of goals. If she can manage to get all non-Faea out of Faevik(*) does she find that a cause to bleed for, even if it means a schism between those who are silly enough to invite the other races into Faevik and those who are against. Finding and using dragon magic(**).
*Mnenethea thinks that the non-Faea cultures will pollute the Faea society and the Faea themselves. She imagines the non-Faea settling inside the magically protected city, getting children and getting Faea privileges inside Faevik without having to, or even the ability to protecting Faevik like the Faea can and will do. She has also noticed that other races are less adapted to using magic and she fears for the magical defense of her birthplace if they are going to control and shape it side by side with the Faea.
**She doesn't believe all the dragon magic has been discovered and researched and even doubt that all the dragons are gone. The dragons were too powerful, too resourceful and talented with magic to just vanish without even one of them hiding out somewhere.
Mopar was born is a colony between Erttols and the Gremlin Lairs. It was a small farm town. His father was a blacksmith and forged armor and weapons. He heard tremendous tales of dragons in the old days. But on his seventh birthday war broke out between the Ertlortens and the Gremlins. Mopar noticed his father desparetly trying to fight. When his father fell to the ground Mopar fled. his eyes were filled with tears. He ran and ended in the Delvings at the Veling slave quarters. Where he was taken in by a Veling woman. She pleaded with the King so he could stay. Seeing that he could do no harm at this young age he mercifully let him stay and took him in as a slave. Even at this young age Mopar knew this was wrong. Seven years passed and Mopar was getting more and more ridiculed. Then one night he awoke to his foster mother screaming in pain. With an imediate rage he hit the King square in the back of the head, denting his crown, then he smashed threw the guards and fled. He headed southeast to the mountains. He treked for weeks with only a pair of tattered trousers. Then one evening he found a cave and set up a camp. He built a small fire and rested. Then in the distance he heard something collapse. He went to see what it was and it was a Faea the same age as him. He took him back and nursed him back to health. The next morning they awoke and greeted each other. The Faea was named Link. They immediately became permenent friends. The ventured north from there and ended in a city called New Draconia. There the met a wise Faea healer named Struther. Struther took them around and got them where they could venture alone in the city at that young age. He even somewhat trained them. Now they are in the midst and trying to become legends of the vast world SIDALICIA!!!!!
Like most Faea, I was born in Faevic. But I left the home city early, wanting to see that other city in the trees, Grulunt. I am not as arrogant as most Faea, and I truly enjoy interactions with the other races, believing we still have much to learn about others, despite Faea being the oldest race in current existence.
Or are they? This is a fascinating question, for the rumors that Dragons still live are quickly growing, and must have some foundation in reality, mustn't they?
I am a magical fighter, learning as fast as I can both trades. Someday I hope to be one of the first Faea, after outcast Almorna, to visit the lands of the Empire of Sidalicia. I have heard rumors that there are many things to be found beyond that Empire...
If you were to look at me, you would see a medium height, plump, curvy, light green/blonde haired, Faea. My eyes are green, to match my hair. I fight well enough, killing quickly and I hope, mercifully. I enjoy journeying with Korylani, as Almorna did. Perhaps this makes me something of an outcast as well.
I am lonely since I left Faevic, although the learning is worth it. Like many Faea, I adventure alone most of the time, for something about or magic, or perhaps our arrogance, makes the other races often turn away. Someday I hope to give up killing completely, and support others in their adventures with my magical talents. There is a latent gentleness in me, I suppose.
I am she who caused the world to exist. I am oldest of the Faea, and maybe the wisest. I am
sometimes mother, sometimes father, sometimes goddess and oftentimes friend. I too, worship
the Dragon gods, and live in the Sidalician world, but I am older than both, for they came from
my imagination. I journey with Cnidarion, horse of dreams.
OOC: I'm the implementor and coder and builder. Hey, whatcha expect? I also own the mud, and have designed most everything to do with it. I'm the person to complain to, but also the one to come to with ideas and suggestions.
Sloth is a lumberjack, and he's ok!
He wears high heels, and is looking for suspenders and a bra.
He hangs around in the beerhall, and will heal for experience.
As a young human named Phred was passing the burnt ruins of a caravan he heard a faint cry. Under the seat of an overturned wagon he found a crying baby Feae. He was amazed that the infant was still breathing as it didn't look like it'd live through the night. Taking pity on the little one he decided that if it survived the journey home his wife might be able to help it. Upon seeing the poor baby his wife, Desa, took it too the fire and wrapped it in a sheepskin rug. She used everything thing she knew to help the young Feae. When they were sure he would live they the named him Struther.
Struther grew up on a small remote farm outside New Draconia. His father taught him what he knew about growing and foraging. His mother taught him what little she knew about healing. Everything was wonderful, until one day a man with an intense red glow surrounding him came to talk to his father. He was sent inside while they talked. After a few minutes he could clearly hear his father shouting at the top of his lungs. He felt sorry for the stranger and started to peek out the window to make sure the outsider would not get hurt. As he got a clear picture of what was going on, the man stepped back and said something completely strange. A second later a hideous monster appeared. The creature attacked his mother and father and threw them together like rag dolls. A rage built up in young Struther and he felt something he'd never felt before. Before he knew what was happening an intense bolt of white light was shooting from him toward both man and demon. Before it could hit he passed out. When he came too he was up on a hill overlooking his family's burning farm. When he went down he found no sign of anything living or dead. He started to run!
The first thing he truly remembered was the wonderful sensation of the white light. The first thing he knew was he'd found something he'd been missing all these years. The first thing he saw was a skitterskatter attempting to remove his leg from his body. The first two people he met were Donatella and Sloth as they separated the skitter and the skatter.