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Joined: Mar 2006 Gender: Male  Posts: 84 Location: USA Karma: 4 |  | Kutter last Knight of Paladin and High Sorcerer « Thread Started on Mar 2, 2006, 5:22pm » | |
Name: Kutter last Paladin and High sorcerer of the Black Tower
Age: 28 (or at least appears to be)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Class: Knight Sorcerer
Job: Teacher
Racial Hostility: Draconian, Red, Blue and Black Dragons
Physical Description: Kutter is a tall well built elven male. He has long raven black hair that is tied back with a blood red leather cord. And he has large almond shaped deep violet eyes that seem to see into the depths of ones soul. They are held in place by high arched cheek bones giving away his elven blood as well as the pointed ears. He wears black silk robes with a purple wolfs head crest embrouderd over his heart. And it appears that he wears armor under the robe.
Mental State: Usually sane but can kill with out warning
Sample Paragraph: He awakens in his own comfortable bed, his eyes open slowly and torch light dances off the silver veined black marble walls. Kutter turns his head to the side and sees his beautiful blonde haired dark elven bride asleep next to him, her naked body almost seems to glow in the warm torch light. A huge smile spreads slowly across his face as he forces himself to sit up. He stretches and flexes his well muscled body and Finlay finds the will to stand up. Pulling on his black robes to cover his naked form he struts proudly over to his desk. Sitting down he pats the violet wolfs head crest that has been embroidered into the smooth black silk of his robes.
He whispers to himself "Ahh today I must start my search for new friends and allies to help me in my battle against the dark lady and her forces." He closes his eyes and offers up a prayer to his god, "Oh great paladin guide my efforts in searching for aid against our greatest of enemies and her dark forces. And please watch over my beloved and our children as well as her beautiful sister."
He lifts his head and looks around the chamber of his tower, the walls are lined with large book shelves and torches held in silver sconces light the room just enough to read. He thinks to himself "Oh so many books, I must find a spell to open a random gate so I may start my search." Almost as in response to his own thoughts several books float off of bookcases and hover over stacking themselves neatly on his desk.
"Why thank you tower you are most helpful in these situations" he says aloud. The tower does not respond with words but more with emotions and a strong feeling of satisfaction washes over Kutter in respons to his kind words. He spends hours upon hours at his desk searching the books for just the right spell to send him off on his search.
"Ahhh yes this will do just fine" he skims the pages of the book he has been ready once more then stands up and holds his hands out in front of himself facing one of the walls. He makes several hand movements and mutters powerful words of magic. The air around hims starts to stir and his robes are blown about as the power of his spell grows. The torches flicker causing shadows to dance wildly over everything in his chamber. Soon as he says the last words of the spell a door appears in the wall glowing with blinding white light.
He looks over his shoulder at the beautiful creature asleep on his bed and once again smiles to himself and thinks "How do I ever find the strength to leave her side." He walks up too the new door and pats the wall of the tower next to it, "watch over her tower keep her safe and comfortable while I am away." The tower shuders in response and the feeling of safety washes over him as his hand opens the magical door. A huge gust of wind pulls Kutter through the door and it slams closed behind him disappearing into thin air.
He looks off in the distance and sees a large city encircling a huge gray castle that reaches up into the sky. With no other idea of what to do for now he starts toward the city. He whistles quietly to himself as he walks taking in the view. From this distance he can not see much more then the outline of buildings and dust kicked up from horse drawn carts.
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