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==Backstory== | ==Backstory== | ||
Most Ascre are born unlucky; that’s just the way of things. Children with missing limbs are so common that most of the dwarves hardly even notice them anymore. | Most Ascre are born unlucky; that’s just the way of things. Children with missing limbs are so common that most of the dwarves hardly even notice them anymore. Torfik Valthur, however, had the misfortune of being born thrice unlucky. Thank the gods he at least had his left arm, or he really would’ve been in a bind. Given the nature of his infirmity, Torfik’s family and clansmen were able to be more accommodating than most societies would have been to someone in his state, but you can only do so much for someone while still living a life of your own. While Torvik’s peers were out playing, socializing, and using the limbs they likely never thought twice about, Torfik spent most of his time at home, working on his studies and eagerly awaiting the day he was old enough for the binding ceremony. | ||
Once finally was able to do all of the things that he had only seen others do, he relished every moment of it. (It must’ve been a good ten hours after he first got his legs before he finally stopped running.) Now every place he | Once finally was able to do all of the things that he had only seen others do, he relished every moment of it. (It must’ve been a good ten hours after he first got his legs before he finally stopped running.) Now every place he traveled, every hour of work he spent toiling, every task he accomplished unassisted, was a treasure. The feeling was addicting; and the more things he did for himself for the first time, the more Torfik began to despise his younger self. He couldn’t believe he had ever been so helpless, and he vowed to never allow himself to fall into that state again. | ||
Despite all they had done for him, | Despite all they had done for him, Torfik found himself growing to resent his family and neighbors. They meant well, but they would always see him as the one-armed boy, and would always serve to remind him of the burden that he used to be. He found himself pulling further and further away, jumping at any excuse to leave the house, leave the city; and be around new people who only saw what he was, not what he used to be. When a group of traveling merchants came through the oasis, bound for the surface, and didn’t immediately balk at Torfik’s pleas for them to take on a teenager so young as hired help, he left without a moment’s hesitation. | ||
Torfik traveled with the merchants for the better part of a year, learning anything that anyone would teach him; but he always made sure he provided something of value in return. He was done getting handouts from anyone. After some months on the surface, the company crossed paths with another, larger, more experienced merchant group bound for greater riches on a route through the desert. Called by the opportunity to reap larger benefits from this new group, and content that he owed his former compatriots nothing, Torfik signed on with the new company and set out for the desert. | |||
About two weeks into their travels, the group was caught off guard by a particularly nasty sandstorm that ripped through the caravan and almost buried them all alive. During a lull in the storm, they took off for the nearest underground entrance in haste; not realizing until it was too late that they had left | About two weeks into their travels, the group was caught off guard by a particularly nasty sandstorm that ripped through the caravan and almost buried them all alive. During a lull in the storm, they took off for the nearest underground entrance in haste; not realizing until it was too late that they had left Torfik behind, alone. | ||
He had come to possess some survival skills; but without proper maps or extended supplies, he couldn’t survive in such a harsh | He had come to possess some survival skills during his travels; but without proper maps or extended supplies, he couldn’t survive in such a harsh environment for long. On his fourth day alone in the desert, things were looking grim. He was out of water and becoming dangerously dehydrated, with the nearest settlement still a day’s journey away. Just as he had begun to resign himself to his fate, a great white light washed over Torfik, and he felt himself... swimming, in the sunlight. | ||
He told himself that this must be what the sun madness he had always heard about was like, and that it was surely a sign that he wasn’t long for the world. But he began to feel something he had never felt before: it was like someone was trying to talk to him, but they weren’t using words, more like ideas and feelings. But even that wasn’t quite right; they weren’t discrete concepts like words or sentences, more like... a stream of consciousness. Like the beams of sunlight themselves were washing over him, carrying a steady flow of intent as they did. | He told himself that this must be what the sun madness he had always heard about was like, and that it was surely a sign that he wasn’t long for the world. But he began to feel something he had never felt before: it was like someone was trying to talk to him, but they weren’t using words, more like ideas and feelings. But even that wasn’t quite right; they weren’t discrete concepts like words or sentences, more like... a stream of consciousness. Like the beams of sunlight themselves were washing over him, carrying a steady flow of intent as they did. | ||
The light conveyed that it had sensed a sort of utility in him, and that it was willing to offer certain benefits if he aided it in it’s endeavors; which | The light conveyed that it had sensed a sort of utility in him, and that it was willing to offer certain benefits if he aided it in it’s endeavors; which Torfik couldn’t quite ascertain. Those came through... too bright; incomprehensible. He couldn’t quite look directly at them with his mind’s eye. But the powers being offered... now those he could see, and certainly make use of. Whatever this thing was, it was clearly powerful; but it didn’t seem like a god... At least not the kind of god Torfik had grown up knowing of. The gods had never appealed to Torfik; they required you to plead, and beg them to bestow upon you their great and mighty gifts that you had done nothing to deserve. It was the errand of a desperate man, but this... This was services rendered for services gained, honest and simple. This was a power he could get behind. | ||
He opened himself to the light, let it wash over him for a long while; and when the brightness subsided, | He opened himself to the light, let it wash over him for a long while; and when the brightness subsided, Torfik opened his eyes to the vast, empty desert once more. He was no longer thirsty, no longer tired; his body had been renewed, along with his sense of purpose. Torfik resumed his path out of the desert, trying to grasp at some kind of new energy he felt inside of him, and wondering how far his new path might lead. | ||
==Sunstream (Journal)== | |||
===First Ray=== | |||
<p>Shadowborn shadowcaster has intent to return darkened light-carrier to light / Shadowborn shadowcaster leaves large constructed shadow with many shadowcasters / Shadowborn shadowcaster met by dim light-hiders who try to still shadowcasters and take one shadowcaster away / Shadowborn shadowcaster does not use lightsource as it intended / Shadowborn shadowcaster follows dim light-hiders / Shadowborn shadowcaster is darkened beneath the great lightwall / Shadowborn shadowcaster moves through the greedy great lightwall and returns to the light with shadowcaster taken by dim light-hiders / Shadowborn shadowcaster moves to different large constructed shadow</p> | |||
<p>[Translation: Torfik intends to find (TODO scholar's name), a missing Wrightist researcher / Torfik leaves town with a caravan / Torfik and caravan attacked by goblins, who kidnap one of the merchants / Torfik is not able to fight well with his magic / Torfik (and several caravan guards) follow the goblins / Torfik goes into a cave underground / Torfik escapes a collapsing sand tunnel and emerges from the cave with the captured merchant / Torfik travels to another nearby town]</p> | |||
===Second Ray=== | |||
<p>Shadowborn shadowcaster moves in the light to add great lightwall lightsource to a constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster gives the constructed shadow to another shadowcaster and receives many small constructed shadows / Shadowborn shadowcaster darkens to escape the great darkness until the light returns / Shadowborn shadowcaster agrees to bring light to a darkened constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster and other shadowcasters return to the greedy opening in the great lightwall / Shadowborn shadowcaster is darkened beneath the great lightwall / Shadowborn shadowcaster returns to the light / Shadowborn shadowcaster brings light to the darkened constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster moves with many-form shadowcaster who is partially darkened by a lightsource-constructed shadow previously worn by the never-light dim light-hider / Shadowborn shadowcaster returns to large constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster gives the previously darkened constructed shadow to another shadowcaster</p> | |||
<p>[Translation: Torfik runs around town, dragging on the ground a stun stick taken from one of the goblins, in order to charge it / Torfik sells the stun stick to the town blacksmith / Torfik spends the night at an inn / Torfik agrees to try to retrieve the caravan merchant's box that was stolen by the goblins / Torfik, Kava, Draxa, Francis, and Finn go back to the goblin cave / Torfik enters the goblin cave / Torfik emerges from the goblin cave / Torfik has the caravan merchant's box / Draxa is wearing a magic tooth taken from Irontooth, who regularly wore a disguise to appear large / Torfik returns to town / Torfik returns the box to the caravan merchant]</p> | |||
===Sunstream translation guide=== | |||
<p> | |||
Shadowborn shadowcaster = Torfik | |||
<br>Many-form shadowcaster = Draxa | |||
<br>Light-carrying shadowcaster = Kava | |||
<br>Reflective shadowcaster = Francis | |||
</p><p> | |||
Shadowcaster = any living thing that blocks sunlight; usually a person | |||
<br>Shadowborn = Dwarves (as they live underground) | |||
<br>Light = knowledge / or power / or actual light | |||
<br>Darkened = hidden, lost, missing; obscured from view or knowledge | |||
<br>Lightsource = magic | |||
<br>Light-carrier = scholar or someone who is very knowledgeable | |||
<br>Constructed shadow = man-made object, structure, building, city, etc. | |||
<br>Great lightwall = the ground | |||
<br>Great darkness = night | |||
</p> | |||
Latest revision as of 19:27, 10 January 2017
Description
Name: Torfik Valthur
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Warlock
Race: Ascre
Gender: M
Age: 20
Height: 4'
Personality traits:
- Self-reliant: Doesn't want to be a burden
- Helpful: Feels he owes a debt
Ideals
- If you're powerful enough, you need not rely on others
Bonds
- The surface: Loves the light and feels trapped and stifled underground
Flaws
- Refuses help
Backstory
Most Ascre are born unlucky; that’s just the way of things. Children with missing limbs are so common that most of the dwarves hardly even notice them anymore. Torfik Valthur, however, had the misfortune of being born thrice unlucky. Thank the gods he at least had his left arm, or he really would’ve been in a bind. Given the nature of his infirmity, Torfik’s family and clansmen were able to be more accommodating than most societies would have been to someone in his state, but you can only do so much for someone while still living a life of your own. While Torvik’s peers were out playing, socializing, and using the limbs they likely never thought twice about, Torfik spent most of his time at home, working on his studies and eagerly awaiting the day he was old enough for the binding ceremony.
Once finally was able to do all of the things that he had only seen others do, he relished every moment of it. (It must’ve been a good ten hours after he first got his legs before he finally stopped running.) Now every place he traveled, every hour of work he spent toiling, every task he accomplished unassisted, was a treasure. The feeling was addicting; and the more things he did for himself for the first time, the more Torfik began to despise his younger self. He couldn’t believe he had ever been so helpless, and he vowed to never allow himself to fall into that state again.
Despite all they had done for him, Torfik found himself growing to resent his family and neighbors. They meant well, but they would always see him as the one-armed boy, and would always serve to remind him of the burden that he used to be. He found himself pulling further and further away, jumping at any excuse to leave the house, leave the city; and be around new people who only saw what he was, not what he used to be. When a group of traveling merchants came through the oasis, bound for the surface, and didn’t immediately balk at Torfik’s pleas for them to take on a teenager so young as hired help, he left without a moment’s hesitation.
Torfik traveled with the merchants for the better part of a year, learning anything that anyone would teach him; but he always made sure he provided something of value in return. He was done getting handouts from anyone. After some months on the surface, the company crossed paths with another, larger, more experienced merchant group bound for greater riches on a route through the desert. Called by the opportunity to reap larger benefits from this new group, and content that he owed his former compatriots nothing, Torfik signed on with the new company and set out for the desert.
About two weeks into their travels, the group was caught off guard by a particularly nasty sandstorm that ripped through the caravan and almost buried them all alive. During a lull in the storm, they took off for the nearest underground entrance in haste; not realizing until it was too late that they had left Torfik behind, alone.
He had come to possess some survival skills during his travels; but without proper maps or extended supplies, he couldn’t survive in such a harsh environment for long. On his fourth day alone in the desert, things were looking grim. He was out of water and becoming dangerously dehydrated, with the nearest settlement still a day’s journey away. Just as he had begun to resign himself to his fate, a great white light washed over Torfik, and he felt himself... swimming, in the sunlight.
He told himself that this must be what the sun madness he had always heard about was like, and that it was surely a sign that he wasn’t long for the world. But he began to feel something he had never felt before: it was like someone was trying to talk to him, but they weren’t using words, more like ideas and feelings. But even that wasn’t quite right; they weren’t discrete concepts like words or sentences, more like... a stream of consciousness. Like the beams of sunlight themselves were washing over him, carrying a steady flow of intent as they did.
The light conveyed that it had sensed a sort of utility in him, and that it was willing to offer certain benefits if he aided it in it’s endeavors; which Torfik couldn’t quite ascertain. Those came through... too bright; incomprehensible. He couldn’t quite look directly at them with his mind’s eye. But the powers being offered... now those he could see, and certainly make use of. Whatever this thing was, it was clearly powerful; but it didn’t seem like a god... At least not the kind of god Torfik had grown up knowing of. The gods had never appealed to Torfik; they required you to plead, and beg them to bestow upon you their great and mighty gifts that you had done nothing to deserve. It was the errand of a desperate man, but this... This was services rendered for services gained, honest and simple. This was a power he could get behind.
He opened himself to the light, let it wash over him for a long while; and when the brightness subsided, Torfik opened his eyes to the vast, empty desert once more. He was no longer thirsty, no longer tired; his body had been renewed, along with his sense of purpose. Torfik resumed his path out of the desert, trying to grasp at some kind of new energy he felt inside of him, and wondering how far his new path might lead.
Sunstream (Journal)
First Ray
Shadowborn shadowcaster has intent to return darkened light-carrier to light / Shadowborn shadowcaster leaves large constructed shadow with many shadowcasters / Shadowborn shadowcaster met by dim light-hiders who try to still shadowcasters and take one shadowcaster away / Shadowborn shadowcaster does not use lightsource as it intended / Shadowborn shadowcaster follows dim light-hiders / Shadowborn shadowcaster is darkened beneath the great lightwall / Shadowborn shadowcaster moves through the greedy great lightwall and returns to the light with shadowcaster taken by dim light-hiders / Shadowborn shadowcaster moves to different large constructed shadow
[Translation: Torfik intends to find (TODO scholar's name), a missing Wrightist researcher / Torfik leaves town with a caravan / Torfik and caravan attacked by goblins, who kidnap one of the merchants / Torfik is not able to fight well with his magic / Torfik (and several caravan guards) follow the goblins / Torfik goes into a cave underground / Torfik escapes a collapsing sand tunnel and emerges from the cave with the captured merchant / Torfik travels to another nearby town]
Second Ray
Shadowborn shadowcaster moves in the light to add great lightwall lightsource to a constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster gives the constructed shadow to another shadowcaster and receives many small constructed shadows / Shadowborn shadowcaster darkens to escape the great darkness until the light returns / Shadowborn shadowcaster agrees to bring light to a darkened constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster and other shadowcasters return to the greedy opening in the great lightwall / Shadowborn shadowcaster is darkened beneath the great lightwall / Shadowborn shadowcaster returns to the light / Shadowborn shadowcaster brings light to the darkened constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster moves with many-form shadowcaster who is partially darkened by a lightsource-constructed shadow previously worn by the never-light dim light-hider / Shadowborn shadowcaster returns to large constructed shadow / Shadowborn shadowcaster gives the previously darkened constructed shadow to another shadowcaster
[Translation: Torfik runs around town, dragging on the ground a stun stick taken from one of the goblins, in order to charge it / Torfik sells the stun stick to the town blacksmith / Torfik spends the night at an inn / Torfik agrees to try to retrieve the caravan merchant's box that was stolen by the goblins / Torfik, Kava, Draxa, Francis, and Finn go back to the goblin cave / Torfik enters the goblin cave / Torfik emerges from the goblin cave / Torfik has the caravan merchant's box / Draxa is wearing a magic tooth taken from Irontooth, who regularly wore a disguise to appear large / Torfik returns to town / Torfik returns the box to the caravan merchant]
Sunstream translation guide
Shadowborn shadowcaster = Torfik
Many-form shadowcaster = Draxa
Light-carrying shadowcaster = Kava
Reflective shadowcaster = Francis
Shadowcaster = any living thing that blocks sunlight; usually a person
Shadowborn = Dwarves (as they live underground)
Light = knowledge / or power / or actual light
Darkened = hidden, lost, missing; obscured from view or knowledge
Lightsource = magic
Light-carrier = scholar or someone who is very knowledgeable
Constructed shadow = man-made object, structure, building, city, etc.
Great lightwall = the ground
Great darkness = night
