The Time: Rise of the Cabal
The Needs: Legendary Goals (Assuming that this is group-wide, rather than individual)
The Place: The Interior
The Headquarters: Untapped Resources, Room for Expansion.
Who am I:
- My Name: Milos Daljulan
- My Appearance: The most prominent feature one can readily see upon my form would be my pale green scales, far tougher than the skin of mammals yet still soft enough that armour is beneficial. Then there's the eyes, the colour of them akin to that of a lapis lazuli polished as if to sheen like a light was pointed at them. Physique-wise, I'm mostly what's expected when you think of a warrior; plenty of muscle, all evenly places across my body.
- My Story: As for how I came to be within the cabal, a rather long story I shall cut down to the sake of brevity. In my youth, I wasn't much different from any of my kin. We wallowed in the swamps, mucking about in the marshlands and in general one with them. And as blissful as such times are, there soon comes a time when one has their eyes opened to the truth, no matter how painful it is. After one eventful trip out of the bogs, and stumbling what I later found out was a human farming village. I spent a few hours examining it before I returned, telling the tribe at large about it.
The resultant argument left me cast out, on my own initiative mind you, and cut off from the "tribe". The shamans were too traditional and the tribesmen too stupid, thus, I left. It was a little disorientating, but it is an experience I am glad to have had as it was enlightening. No longer was I bound to the petty whims of some 'gods', nor was I further confined to the foetid swamps that we had stagnated in. The shock of having to deal with money for the first time in my life was confusing at first, and had me embroiled in violence. But the two came together pretty well, and I found that through violence, once could make a decent living and self-improve at the same time.
Thus for the better part of my adult life, I have been a sellsword plying my services throughout the realms in exchange for wealth, board and wanderlust. A rather simple, subsistent existence if anything. When the Cabal recruited me, it was merely for somewhat intelligent muscle that could leader the 'dumb' muscle, mages being as obsessive and unhealthy as they are, seemingly baulking at the thought on actually working the other half of their existence. It took time, but I managed to learn a few tricks of my own here and there, some from them, some from elsewhere, in regards to the black arts.
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Topic: The Cabal! OOC and Recruitment. (Read 6179 times)