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Lobian Darthuk
The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy |
Background
replied on: 5/27/2003 8:40:49 AM Born to a traveling band of gypsies, I learned to adapt quickly. My brother, an accomplished swordsman, taught me the art of the blade, and how to use most armors. We would stage duels whenever we made it to a town, hoping to earn a few coins for our work. For the most part, I just enjoyed it, indulging in drink, women, and general rowdiness. One night, I was out with my brother, having just finished a very complicated "combat," we decided to get drunk. That was a mistake. I awoke in the forest, naked and weaponless, without any sign of my brother. I did not know where I was. Frightened, I set out, resolved to find out what had happened. I came across a small group of goblins. They attacked me, and I barely survived, having taken a wound to the stomach. I stumbled into a rover's band of berserker priests who admired me for my brute strength. They took me in, healed me, and equipped me. They became my family, but my hunt for my brother, and my real family continues... |
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