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| − | + | A man walked down the road. He was cloaked in shadows. Rumors of murder and treachery followed in his wake. He was a wandering free blade, he traveled the world in search of a purpose. Nobody knows from wence he came, but him. But of that dark past he dare not tell. His past is filled with demons, devils and creatures so terrible that even mentioning them makes the sky darken, the air thicken, and the ground tremble. For even though they were destroyed long ago the earth still remembers and fears them. Ages ago his kingdom fell, his people slaughtered. Yet he lives. He has lived for centuries. For he was cursed. Cursed to live on. Cursed to linger and remember. He searches for death but cannot die. He searches for hope...they say that there is always hope; but he knows better. For he has lived for millennia. He has fought in wars and suffered through peace. Only in battle can he forget the many friends he has watched age and die. | |
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Artemis Entreri, of Thor's Refuge Westmarch
- ”With every kill I gain wisdom. And with added wisdom I gain power.”
- "It's not how one dies, its how one lives that truly matters."
- "A trembling hand does not trust the blade true"
- "I name supposedly goodly priests among the least trustworthy of all creatures. They are on my scale just below troglodytes and green slime, the greatest hypocrites and liars in all the world."
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Biography
A man walked down the road. He was cloaked in shadows. Rumors of murder and treachery followed in his wake. He was a wandering free blade, he traveled the world in search of a purpose. Nobody knows from wence he came, but him. But of that dark past he dare not tell. His past is filled with demons, devils and creatures so terrible that even mentioning them makes the sky darken, the air thicken, and the ground tremble. For even though they were destroyed long ago the earth still remembers and fears them. Ages ago his kingdom fell, his people slaughtered. Yet he lives. He has lived for centuries. For he was cursed. Cursed to live on. Cursed to linger and remember. He searches for death but cannot die. He searches for hope...they say that there is always hope; but he knows better. For he has lived for millennia. He has fought in wars and suffered through peace. Only in battle can he forget the many friends he has watched age and die.
