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ABBERANT
There was a child, once, and his name is now unknown, lost to the mists of time. He grew to the age of thirteen, a strong, healthy boy, popular with his friends, excelling at sports as well as studies. It was then that the thought took him that, as he already knew most of the languages of the overworld, such as Orcish, Dwarvish, Elvish, and the tongue of the human inhabitants of the world, which did not then have a name, and spoke them all fluently, except for one language that few dared to utter: The dark tongue, also known as the language of the lost, for it was the language one should only use in the direst situations, to summon the dead, or demons, or simply create the worst curses. Some people could learn it, and speak it so fluently, that they could strike deals with all manners of beings, most not of the overworld. If you were to master that language, you could master anything, for Death himself would listen to you and strike bargains with you. And so the boy sought the permission of his parents to find a scholar to teach him the language of the lost, for he wished to become an immortal being of infinite power. As most wise parents would, they refused. Seeing that there would be no way to persuade his parents, he did what he thought was best, and ran from home. That was the first of his many follies in his long, and ultimately tragic journey. Once he ventured out of his hometown and into the forest surrounding it, he caught the attention of the many denizens of the shadow realm, who lacking a host body, fear to venture into the overworld for prolonged periods and instead lurk at the corners of reality, searching for a suitable host who ventures out of the protection of large groups and decides to travel without a companion. They are the source of the fleeting shadows that you catch in the corner of your eye, momentarily, before you dismiss it as a trick of the light. A young boy of thirteen, with an obvious intelligence, and an athletic frame, caught the eyes of many of the shadows. Many converged on him, struggling to possess his body while fending off the other shadows. In the fury of lashing claws, the boy's arm was torn apart. Eventually, the winner of the struggle, leaving his dying enemies to dissipate in the light, possessed the boy, whom we shall now refer to by the name he has gone by since: Abber. The shadow attempted to heal the boy's arm, but darkness having more of a capacity for destruction than healing, the arm merely fused into a spike. The boy had had a strong will, and it served him well in this instance. He was not controlled fully by the shadow, and could still control himself if he concentrated. He eventually learned to live with the shadow in the forest, and ventured into a nearby town. As he walked through the streets, he could hear the whispers of the people clearly, due to the heightened awareness the shadow brought to his mind. They called him a freak, and made fun of the name he gave them when they asked his name. "Abber? More like Abberant!". In a moment of rage, he lost concentration and the shadow, taking full control of Abber, massacred the towns inhabitants. When Abber realised fully what he had done, he gave in to grief, and the shadow gained his body forever. Wherever he went, he was always an outcast, and he always ended up killing people. Eventually, a group of paladins captured him and threw him into a dungeon. He eventually escaped stabbing the dungeon guard with his spike from behind and stealing the keys to his cell and the guard's helmet, which he always wore from then on. Aberrant has been seen only a few times a year, and whenever he is seen, he always leaves a trail of bodies in his wake. If you see him, either try to make sure he doesn't see you, or run.
< Message edited by Eukara Vox -- 11/12/2014 0:26:30 >
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