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Naphim ShadowSword
Posted: 05 Sep 2003 05:07 PM |
Thoughts raced through Naphims Mind. Images of people and places now long forgotten. His Father, the man he killed, his oh so noble brother Azreil. And then the words... those dreadful terrible words...." Naphim you deserve death for this, but I cant kill my own son, but I cant let this go unpunished either. Naphim return your family sword, sheild and armor, you are no longer worthy of wearing the Holyfire crest. Take whatever name you choose but you are no longer a Holyfire, you are no longer my son. Leave these lands now never to return" And that was it his banishemnt and exile. "Bloodless battle ha!" he spits. "even in tournaments the threat of death must be apprahent. Weak they are all weak. Guide me oh nameless one I have done as you asked when will I recieve my reward when can I return home to punish them?"
Indeed all of Naphims life he has lived in the shadow of his older brother Azreil. To understand him you must understand his family. The Holyfire family. A noble... near royal family that lives in a distant part of vives. For years they have ruled their frontier lands, whose size rivals that of many countries. With fairness and kindness. Revering the god Midor and brining his light to all. Even the peasents of the Holyfire lands are well off. Hunger sickness are not known because of the prosperity shared by their kind rulers. Arthur Holyfire. Arthur had been a paladin his whole life and like his father his oldest son Azreil followed in his footsteps. Azreil is kind and just possesed of a good heart but quick to swing the hammer on the works of all evil.
And then there was the younger son Naphim. Born to be subservient to his older brother always knowing that no matter how good he was no matter how well he performed on the battle field the scepter and crown would never be his. And Naphim did perform. To the point of shunning his religous studies. Where as Azreil would be found diving his time studying the arts of war, leadership, and religoun Naphim would be found studying only war.... that was his assigned role. The Sword Prince future general of the Army. But never the lord of the lands. Perhaps this was what drove Naphim harder.
No matter how Naphim tired though his brother was always the center of everyones attention. Nahpim never did learn that to win the hearts of people you must be kind compassionate just but strong. He took the path of pure strength. And the hatred for Azreil grew. With every kind word Azreil spoke Naphim spoke one of revile. For every Just descion Azreil made Naphim was there to to spread his hatred. And the more he tried to get some attention the more he was shunned. He never did do it the right way... or what you and I would think was the right way.
In the practice yards Naphim was feared for hitting harder and faster then the other young trainees. Finally after never finding his match among his peers he went to train with the soldiers. Here I will be home he thought. Among the fighting men. But he was not well liked among them either. He lacked the qualities men of noble heart would follow. And they would grumble in the shadows. "This man will be the undoing of the lands" Naphim heard, and grew more spiteful.
It was a bright beutiful summer day that Naphim went to far. His father had called a tournament. The teams rallied. Naphim leading one team, and his brother Azreil leading the other. It began with sword play, Azreil wore his traditional Whiter and Goild armor the colors of his family. Naphim opted for a more somber affair...Black. The first event sword fighting the two teams crashed together with thunderous might. Azreil And Naphim met on the field of battle. Naphim was the better swordsmen his unparlelled hatred fueled his strength. Azreil fell to his brother albiet unharmed. This did not pease Naphims father. The next event Jousting. Naphim had always been the better warrior of the 2. And for that his father had made sure Naphim would never joust with Azreil. This feuled Naphims anger all the more. As naphim and his oponnent crashed together Naphim easily unhorsed his opponent. One after another they fell to this terrible Black Knight. The final opponent came against Naphim and not only was he unhorsed Naphim actually lifted him on his lance with lance straight in the air and his opponent danglingl helplessly atop Naphim paraded his victory around the field. He was met with boos and jeers. In furious anger he threw his opponent down to the ground, breaking his back in the process. Unsheathed his sword and took the poor mans head off. Naphim had gone to far.
Banishment followed. And Naphim fled the lands of his birth. He wondered alone penniless and starving. Fueling his hatred. He had wandered far. And then one night he heard his calling. He dreamt of a dark void only he filled this space. A nameless voice called to him. the words spoken where alien, but he somehow knew. They promised revenge revenge not just revenge but total anhiliation of everything. In his exile he had grown to hate all thyings that lived anything that enjoyed the happiness that had eluded him his whole life. And so the Shadowsword was born. |
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Re: Naphim ShadowSword
Posted: 05 Sep 2003 05:44 PM |
| ((cool bio :P)) |
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Re: Naphim ShadowSword
Posted: 31 Mar 2004 03:08 PM |
| ((Very nice, very nice indeed :D )) |
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