Thu Jan 30 23:56:16 2003


10 o''clock PM, Day of the Bull, 8th of the Month of the Ancient Darkness on the Theran calendar Desialia perished, never to return.

Race:	half-elf
Class:	healer
Level:	51
Alignment:	Evil
Ethos:	Orderly
Cabal:	SCION, the Scions of Eternal Night
Age:	92
Hours:	143
PK Ratio:	41% (closer to 100% is better)

Description:

Cloaked in a dark robe this woman looks like she is in a scuttle. With a
strange expression on her face she looks rather gritty. You can almost see
her spine arched though her robes, almost like she has been leaning over
something for her whole life. Looking closer you notice a blood stained linen
raped around her hands. No one can decipher whether it is her own blood or
even yet one of anothers. Confused and puzzled you feel something is
dreadfully wrong and before you can retort, a shadow now take the place where
this mysterious woman was first seen.

Role:

(Scribed on a rotting linen rag soaked in blood)
It is difficult for me to explain this; no one could possibly understand my
outtake on life. I have seen it all; I have been though the bloodiest wars
and seen deaths like no other. I once sought to preserve life; I was a nurse
in the second battalion under Doctor Arkanerus. We worked hand and hand,
attempting to save any life that came into our outpost. It didnt matter if
they were from the alliance force or the rebel team. I did what I could to
get them back on their feet only to see them back on a stretcher the very
next day. It was hard work but it was satisfying. I memorized the anatomy of
many races, from the tallest giant to the smallest gnome. It felt so good, I
almost considered my self a god. I was so convinced that I was doings the
labor of the gods. Nothing slowed me down, nothing could frighten me. I was
unstoppable with a scalpel and suture.

(Scribed on a second rotting linen rag soaked in blood)
Years went on and I never grew tired. One day I planed to retire with
Arkanerus, secretly we were lovers. Not many couples could work every day
together and maintain a constant relationship. I guess since we saw darkness
and death everyday we could understand our feelings much more then anyone
else. Since the war began we could handle the pains of lost solders and as
less and less patients died we never thought anything of it. Until one day
when the medic outpost got caught in an ambush and Arkanerus was mortally
wounded. I dont know if I panicked but there seemed like there was nothing I
could do. It shocked me because I saw this every day. I preformed the same
medical treatment and he just would not recover. I was blinded by love,
perhaps, but when I saw him take his last breath a dark cloud of smoke
embraced me. It was almost as if death was talking to me. Was it death or was
it the gods that whispered, "Come with me Desialia...I have been watching
over you all these years, I had you blinded by the truth, everyone you healed
meet the same fate of your beloved Arkanerus...Death is all around us, some
just choose not to see the truth in it."

(Scribed on a third rotting linen rag soaked in blood)
Unable to overcome my loved ones death, I took his body and did everything I
could to preserve it. Unfortunately nothing I did could keep his flesh in
tact. I trekked into the near by city called Udgaard and rented a lab where I
could get away from the war so that I could look into and see the true
meaning of death. With time wasting, Arkanerus corpse was too much to handle
so soon. I excavated the organs to better preserve them and discarded his
rotting body. I went around the near by woods and hunted wild wolves to
brutally slay, in order to bring them back to life. Every night the dark
cloud that once surrounded me at the time my Arkaneruss death came closer
and grew in size with every unsuccessful surgery. With fright I could sense
that death was still in the air and watching my every move. I could not bear
to be alone any more, on the night of first ever documented blue moon I
transplanted my loved ones organs with that of a dead wolf and chanted,
"Guuan Ussta Ssinssrigg, Guuan!" over the poor beast. Stillness murmured the
air and with a howl the creature of the night jumped off the table and
followed my every move from then on till this very day.

(Scribed on a fourth rotting linen rag soaked in blood)
Like any loyal follower my love traveled near and far never leaving my side.
We grew together in both mind and body which strengthened our love for one
another. After going though so much together we no longer cared about
physical appearance. It was the knowledge we learned together and of each
other. We knew the truth of our love and used it to our advantage. I was
running low on funds to keep the laboratory in Udgaard so I joined the
Healers Guild within the city walls to keep my research going. Here I was
able to make ends meat. Working for the peasant class and curing minor
illness, my intellectual mind was not being used to its full potential. I am
the type of person who always needs to keep busy so I went on many adventures
with traveling warriors and mystical magi trying to learn as much as I could
of these new lands. Over the years I grew stronger and learned far greater
experiences then I would have still working as a wartime nurse. I got to
explore and adventure by just being myself. Unfortunately, time went on and
my loves form was withering away. Being a half bread to the elves I knew I
would probably out live my love, but out bond was so strong I knew that I had
to do something to prolong the inevitable. It was time for a new host, and
new body one that could last the cry of time. I heard folklore of strong
race, half human, half horse...the Minotaur. I plodded to Seantryn Modan
and observed their every move. They were strong, wise and loyal to their
deity. What better form to have my love to be imbued in. This time around my
experimentation went flawlessly, and in no time my love, my Arkanerus was
born again. Although not without a cost...the dark cloud returned and
whispered two words in a raspy voice, "Trajeona...Anith."

(Scribed on a fifth rotting linen rag soaked in blood)
Never hearing these two words before I immediately went to my study to look
them up in my accumulating collection of books and parchments. To my hard
work and dedication to the calling, I was unable to find any glimpse as to
what the voice wanted. Weeks on end passed and I never gave up hope,
repeating the words over and over again. It was not till one dark night I
walked with my love down a crowded path when I over heard someone call out,
Anith. I look up with haste and saw a dark magi shift into a raven and fly
away. It was then when I realized that those words were not some foreign
tongue but names, and that I must get to know them and figure out the truth
in their names. After seeking out these two with no avail, Anith approached
unexpectedly. He spoke of a cause, one to bring total destruction and eternal
darkness to the lands before us. I listened closely and wondered why me. Then
it dawned on me, the Dark Cloud was not just a mist but the Dark Lord himself
calling me. This was my time to show my strength and to aid his cause and to
spread the Dark Lords Truth though my Dedication to my Love. Many will die,
many will run, but no one will ever forget our names, Desialia and Arkanerus,
forever!

Sorry to let you guys down but I am now back at college and have no time to play anymore. Not to mention my connection here sucks! I would lag out during every fight and I told myself that the next time I caused someone to die due to my connection it was time for me to go. I was really into my character when I was in the lower ranks but once I got into Scion my outlook kind of changed. I wish I just stayed under my religion but ah well what can you do? I had a lot of fun and hope everyone I interacted with did as well. This was my first guy for team evil and I enjoyed it a lot. I am an 8 year veteran and am yet to let this game bring my grades down so I am going to take a break and finish up my Biochemistry Degree. I normally post goodbyes but you fellows know who I liked and who I didn’t. If you want, tell me how I did for a first timer on team evil.

~Scorbus

Kinda sucks losing one of the good Scion players now, when there are so few of us, but I understand how real life and connection issues can play havoc with you. Keeping an eye on your goals can be hard once cabal stuff starts coming up - I think a lot of people are tempted to drop it near the wayside and just fight the cabal wars full time, so you have to keep some perspective about it all. I think you did alright, though. It's just too bad you won't be around to be involved the stuff that's going on. Anyway, good luck in the future.

Interacted with you with a couple characters. Solid RP, great knowledge.. you were fun to be around. Hope you're back real soon.

Dug

The few fights we had were good. I remember me attacking you a few times in Galadon, but you always got away fast. I even enjoyed the fight with you, darian, ilados, and me near the chasm, though we screwed up really badly.

I thought you did good. Playing an evil charactor is tough when you are used to playing all goodies. You seemed to constantly improve. I'd rather see evil healers concentrate more on being healers than being PKers however. You werent as bloodthirsty as a few of the others and could be relied on to HEAL..*grin*

Organic Chemistry...*groan*....congrats on a tough degree.
(I know you said Bio-Chem, but hell, I know you had to take some of those cursed Organic courses.)

Take care.

My degree was in Organic Chemistry. It was great fun!

-----Abernyte

P.S. Dont say bad things about it being hard, the world needs more organic chemists.

Always fun to fight against a healer and someone else. It forces fights to develop which I love. Enjoyed our confrontations and our rumbles and our talks we had.

You did well for team evil as far as I saw.