The story of the Jarhead clan.
For any stranger walking past the cave, the sound emitting was easily taken for some sort of growling.
Most people would walk away, but not us! we are immune to this fear and will soon find out what its is!
On approach we remove some dangling roots and shoo away some scarabs scribbling about! we take a deep breath as we enter the half rotten door and the smelly warmth tree roots hangs thick in the air.
We soon spot a female human in labour and leaning over her, we see a strangely dressed male figure, on approach we soon see his back is not looking normal
odd spikes pokes through his cloak neither is his voice
he speaks with a deep growling voice My dear, they will soon be here, and I'm not sure my magic can hold them off anymore, my illusion's are failing.
we spin around and see a horrible twisted face with blood oozing from several warts and by magic swirling into a human face but soon fades back into the twisted and blood oozing faceThe female looks with intense deep love in her eye.
My love, I know your soul and when you freed me from your old master by renouncing him and escaped with me, I knew then, and I know now, not even death will keep us apart, and soon we will become more
she screamed and looked at him happysoon my love. soon...
we get startled in our spectator mode as we are deep into the birth of what seems to be two male babies, one as beautiful as his mother *well almost* and the other terrible twisted face as his father BOOOOM BOOOM BOOOM the door breaks down and before our eyes an immense battle of colours and lights arise! in a blink of an eye the battle moves outside and away from the place and we rush afterWhat happens next is hard to describe but when it is all over, we see the male from the hut laying down and a hooded figure gripping his hand dripping with blood , and by the looks of it, a finger is missing!
We can almost see the holy symbol he is clutching but alas, the figure evades our looks as he mumbles a spell and fades away.
we return too the hut and see the woman crying her heart out whilst screaming as she names her sons..
Zzark and Cleft you shall be the dreams of ours...
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we get sucked out and the narrator speak*
// ooc
Posted some start info in my bio.. not sure this is the rite place but here goes.. new player *5 days under the belt* love rp *prefers rp*
played NwN way back... enjoyed it a lot
.. liking the place here.. finding my ways..
Enjoy..