Hentin Blake: Former champion Of Myrkul
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TheNewb
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Hentin Blake: Former champion Of Myrkul
My first memory I remember clearly was choking a boy to death when I was five, over who got the bigger bowl of soup. I was raised in a temple to Myrkul, the Lord of bones and god of the dead. I don't remember having any one parent, instead the temple's High priest seemed to take a liking to me, calling me special and gifted. I could do things, strange things. When an undead creature would attack the city, it wouldn't come after me, it would just look like it wanted me to do something. They would just seem to be looking right through me....
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TheNewb
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Re: Hentin Blake: Former champion Of Myrkul
I had another dream about my past today....It was when I first met the lord of bones, Myrkul. I remember it so vividly, the dreams seem so real, like he is watching me, waiting.... He wants Gandrok back, I feel it....
In my dream I was already in his realm, laying on an alter as skeletons sat motionless in the pews, one dressed in the high priests clothing stood behind me, none watched me until I sat up. Every head in the room moved at once to look at me. None spoke, none wailed, they just watched.
I called our, "Hello?" And then a thousand angry whispers went off in my head. They screamed, some were frightened, some were sad, most were angry. They screamed and said they wanted to kill me. I was about to scream when the doors to the temple burst open, the whispers stopped and everything grew cold, very cold.
I felt like my bones were freezing up, being covered in ice. It hurt, at least I think it hurt, I can't put a finger on this feeling. It was pain but in my mind I felt like it was okay. This freezing brought a sense of calm, an abnormal calm. A calm as in, Everything is now dead, so everything is now okay kind of calm.
It took a step forward. Then another. Another and another until it was right in front of me. I felt better for some reason as it walked towards me, and then it spoke. It was a high whisper, but I somehow understood it. He asked if I knew who he was. I nodded and went to say the name, but nothing came out. I had no voice. A hand, or what might have been a hand, reached out and touched me. My flesh began to melt away until I was just a skeleton.
He spoke again, this time about a request. He said he could send me back, but I had to do his bidding. He couldn't make me, he said it was a request. Help him and he will give me power. I agreed eventually, and he handed me a small dagger.... GANDROK
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When I grabbed the dagger I woke up to screams inside my head. Gandrock, Now a large great sword, lay beside me. He wails for it....He wants it. But he can't just take it... The catch is, I either have to die the way Im meant to die....or I have to give it back to him... I can't let him have this sword again....
In my dream I was already in his realm, laying on an alter as skeletons sat motionless in the pews, one dressed in the high priests clothing stood behind me, none watched me until I sat up. Every head in the room moved at once to look at me. None spoke, none wailed, they just watched.
I called our, "Hello?" And then a thousand angry whispers went off in my head. They screamed, some were frightened, some were sad, most were angry. They screamed and said they wanted to kill me. I was about to scream when the doors to the temple burst open, the whispers stopped and everything grew cold, very cold.
I felt like my bones were freezing up, being covered in ice. It hurt, at least I think it hurt, I can't put a finger on this feeling. It was pain but in my mind I felt like it was okay. This freezing brought a sense of calm, an abnormal calm. A calm as in, Everything is now dead, so everything is now okay kind of calm.
It took a step forward. Then another. Another and another until it was right in front of me. I felt better for some reason as it walked towards me, and then it spoke. It was a high whisper, but I somehow understood it. He asked if I knew who he was. I nodded and went to say the name, but nothing came out. I had no voice. A hand, or what might have been a hand, reached out and touched me. My flesh began to melt away until I was just a skeleton.
He spoke again, this time about a request. He said he could send me back, but I had to do his bidding. He couldn't make me, he said it was a request. Help him and he will give me power. I agreed eventually, and he handed me a small dagger.... GANDROK
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When I grabbed the dagger I woke up to screams inside my head. Gandrock, Now a large great sword, lay beside me. He wails for it....He wants it. But he can't just take it... The catch is, I either have to die the way Im meant to die....or I have to give it back to him... I can't let him have this sword again....