The curse of Eric Strifte

[narcaleptic]

First Name: Eric
Last Name: Strifte

Appearance: Long black hair mostly covered by his Half face helmet, his lips are slightly burned, vials and scrolls hang from his belt. His armor is a black, grey, and dull rust colored mixture of chainmail plates and leather, two scimitars hang from his side along with a small sharping stone.
Race: Woodelf
Age: 327
Height: 5"8'
Weight: 174
Eyes: Orange/yellow
Hair: Black
Facial Hair Style: none

Personality Profile: *he is very shy and tends to stick away from large groups of people, as his condition alarms them, he seems to be a very sad person and says little and to the point, often having small attacks of some sort*
General Health: average, Cursed
Deity: Silvanus
Initial Alignment: Neutral
Profession: Hunter, tracker, swordsman
Base Class & Proposed Development: Bard, Fighter, Weaponmaster, Ranger
Habits/Hobbies: Hunting, fishing, selling strange finds, practicing his sword skill.
Languages: Elven, common, troll
Weapon of Choice: Scimitar

Goals: Removing his curse, Protecting the forest, not harming people.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: has been cursed by malar for slaying a huge number of trolls and troll younglings.



Background:



Tag your it


Valaya Strifte:*Giggles of a little elven girl* Your it! *she tags her brother and runs of into the fields near the forest treeline* You'll never catch me Eric!

Eric Strifte: Ha! thats what you said yesterday Val! *chases after her in a full sprint* I'm going to get you!

Valaya Strifte: Nope! not this time you wannabe ranger! *turns around and sticks her tongue out at him, then continues running*

Eric Strifte: Hey! I am going to be a ranger you little brat! just like father was! *runs after her catching up slowly*

Valaya Strifte: ohhhhh... are you now? *a bit of sarcasam* Well we will just have to see! if your such a good ranger then you can find me in here! *she runs into the forest treeline*

Eric Strifte: Val! you know father said we are not allowed in these woods at dusk! *chases after her, tripping on a root and scraping his knee on the ground. ow... he sits holding his knee starting to tear up a little* Val! stop! you win! *he pauses for a moment, not hearing a word* Val? *he gets up and limps around* its... its getting dark val.. w..we should get home. *looks around slightly scared of the dark, dank, forest as tree branchs clash agianst one another*

Valaya Strifte: *SCREAMS!* ERIC HELP ME!

Trolls: *one of the trolls grab her up bringing her close to its face and sniffing* ohh... babiez elf yum yum go in potz.. *all the trolls get excited, and begin to fight over the little elven girl* Hur minez! I see first! youz give!..... No me see first youz give! *they growl at one another and a fight breaks out, ending with the other trolls submiting to the first* Her go in potz! *The trolls depart deeper into the forest as the little girl screams in terror*

Eric Strifte: Val! VALAYA! *he screams as he hobbles trying to catch up, but fails.... he begins to cry. pacing back and forth thinking of what to do. he looks up and realizes he is lost and the black of night begins to creep into his sight, *blinks* and the darkness becomes clear, even revealing tracks of large footprints... knowing not how to get home he follows them further into the woods.


Please be a dream


Trolls: We eatz yummy baby elf tonight! *ROAR!! the troll leader eyes the little elven girl, the shadow of a gaint green, bumpy hand reachs out crawling from the forest ground up over the girl, it envelopes her...*

Eric Strifte: *looks around following the tracks, scared and lonely when he see's it, a large pot cooking over the bellowing flames of a oversized fire surrounded by trolls*

Trolls: yum yum! diz gooz *says the lead troll as he pulls a chunk of meat from the large pot, well done* Yez, little elf babiez taste gooz. *chews the meat*

Eric Strifte: *watchs in horror* *then spots something fimiliar...... A small green dress and shoes tossed aside on the edge of there encampment.... Valaya's....*Stares at the trolls a feeling overcomes him like none other anyone would have ever wished..*

Trolls: *sniffs, and stands up* mebz smell elf! *they all stand and rush into the surrounding woods sniffing, snorting, and drooling over the nearby area*

Eric Strifte: *hides inside a old hollow fallen tree* *crack! A fatal missake while climbing inside*

Trolls: *there heads turn and rush over to the hollow tree, stoping, waiting and looking* Whur itz hide?! *sniffs, and then a moment of silience as one of the troll heads become level with the hollow log, looking inside bloting out what little light the distant fire provided..... *ROAR! The trolls begin digging at the hollow tree like a animal searching for grubs*

Unknown: Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Thud! thud! thud! Troll: oww!.....grhh.... *CRASH! the sound of something large falling over, as little Eric curls up into a ball inside the hollow tree, he passes out from fear*

Men of the forest

Ranger: *rubs herbs on Eric's injured knee as he comes too, he saids in a deep soothing voice* Hello little rabbit.

Eric Strifte: *stares at him in silience*

Ranger: I am Lorayic. *finishes applying the herbs* I do regret to tell you... the elven encampment has been destroyed by grey orcs, Your mother and father are dead. *pauses looking to Eric* Your siste....

Eric Strifte: eaten.... *stares in silience*

Lorayic: Yes.. I am sorry for your loss little rabbit. *peers out into the forest*

Eric Strifte: Lorayic?..... thats a funny name... *he says with no emotion, staring into his eyes*

Lorayic: I understand your loss little one, my family was torn from me as well. There is not much to be done in some matters... The only thing you can do is remember them, and the good times you held.

Eric Strifte: No... there is one other thing I can do...

Lorayic: Hmm? is there now? *looks at him, his face lighting up from the embers of a tobacco pipe*

Eric Strifte: I can kill them all.

Lorayic: Revenge is a meal served cold... it will make you just the same.

Eric Strifte: I dont care... *pauses for a moment* I'm already cold.

Lorayic: Then we will make you warm again. *looks him up and down, taking his hand, looking into his palm* You have the hands of a ranger little rabbit perhaps we will make you one, welcome to the Triad of the green enclave.

[narcaleptic]

*Bump*

[DM Galadriel]

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