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Unknown Quantity
Sep 2, 2011

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Steven? Steven?!
STEEEEEEVEEEEEEEN!


I'm willing to at least submit an attempt. Should I make something serious or are you fine with something more memey?

Memes would include references to Greg or Hildy.

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Unknown Quantity
Sep 2, 2011

!
Steven? Steven?!
STEEEEEEVEEEEEEEN!


Celia Darkhart, Highlander DRK (Dragonborn Blackguard|Sorcerer)

"If you want my help, you had better drat well need it."
Character sheet

The life of an adventurer is often seen as dangerous, yet glamorous, work. Trailblazers, slayers of great beasts, and indeed, often standing a step or two above the average person. It's no wonder that many chase the hero status tied to the profession and end up dead or scared off of it from their folly. Those who persist, however, tend to find some kind of meaning and enjoyment in what they do.

Celia Darkhart, born Celia Wynter, is not one of them. The moment she exceeded expectations in an expedition to the frozen wastes due northwest of The Black Shroud, everyone within her community wanted Celia, and Celia specifically, to handle all manner of inane tasks for them. Surely they wouldn't mind, they thought: such matters are mere trifles for someone capable of repelling a behemoth. Day in and day out, Celia would be inundated with requests, and the expectation placed upon them, as well as the simplicity of the tasks themselves, compelled her to accept each.

But one can only fetch mushrooms, retrieve crystal deposits, or escort buffalo so many times in a day, all the while receiving the same simple pat on the back and handful of coin, before it begins to wear upon the soul. Bit by bit, a darkness began to take root in their heart, a festering hatred for these people who chose to badger their hero figure for aid instead of learning self-sufficiency. "Of course" became a delayed "Sure" and then devolved into a silent, begrudging nod. There was good being done, for people who were surely grateful, but these selfsame people had no respect for the time or mental well-being of their benefactor. Something had to give.

The last of their patience frayed, the next person to ask something innocuous of Celia was met with a furious howl and her lashing out at everything in sight, trashing walls, furniture, and spewing magical flames that scorched whatever they touched. Seeing this as some kind of random, uncalled-for outburst, the owner of the locale demanded payment. A heavy pouch of gil was chucked at them with the speed and force of a bullet. That would be the last time Celia Wynter would be seen in Coerthas.

Celia Darkhart, as they now called themselves, began a long trek alone towards Revenant's Toll, hoping to calm themselves and help people who truly need it, rather than the thankless wretches they were previously in the company of, as a self-described "dark knight."

Unknown Quantity fucked around with this message at 21:14 on Oct 1, 2021

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