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Aldor Shadowfoot

"I'll Show you what real magic can do."

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a character in “Nosiroth: Battle for Survival”, as played by SugarNspikeS

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Name:Aldor Shadowfoot
Age: 30
Race: Shadow/Wood Elf
Basics: 6'2", 170 lbs, Silver hair, gold eyes, Mystic tattoo down the right side of his face usually covered by long hair.


Background:
Aldor is a mixed elf; his father was a dark elf and his mother was a wood elf. His parents are both dead now. His father died when he was a child in a war, while his mother died a few years ago from health issues. Aldor lives in solitude in a dark forest outside of a small farming town and works as a healer in the local medical center. Lately, however, the locals have started turning on magic users.

So begins...

Aldor Shadowfoot's Story

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It was dark. Aldor couldn't see anything around him. He was in a void with nothing around him but darkness and then there was a dim glowing red light in front of him. It began to glow brighter until Aldor's features could be seen in the dim light. The light was emanating from what looked like a heart floating in front him. It looked like it was cracked and chunks were gone from it.

"What's this? What's going on?" Aldor asked. He didn't expect an answer, but he suddenly felt a presence that he couldn't see. "Is someone there?"

"Do you not recognize your own heart?" A disembodied voice spoke.

"It's broken. There's pieces missing and it's chipped." Aldor spoke with a sad tone to his voice.

"And yet it still projects such light."

"It's falling apart." Aldor replied.

"But someone will come along to make it whole again. Just keep shining your light."


Suddenly Aldor woke up. He was lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling wondering who he was talking to in his dream and what they had meant. The reality of why his heart was broken and falling apart was all too clear to him now as he remembered what his now ex had done to him. He stayed there trying to fall back to sleep. It was the middle of the night, but he had this explainable feeling that something was about to happen.

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It was early in the morning when Aldor woke up. His dream still weighing heavily on his mind, he went about making himself some breakfast. Today was his day off from the medical center, so he decided that he would go out into the town and do some shopping at the marketplace. As he ate he looked at the seat across the table from his own. It pained him to think about what had happened, how Talon had left him because he found out about Aldor's ancestral heritage. Talon didn't want to be seen with a Dark Elf, even if he was only half Dark Elf.

After shedding a few tears and finishing his food, Aldor got dressed and went into town. The market was in the center of town so he had a long walk as he lived at the edge of town. He browsed around the various stands selling everything from food to clothing. A trading post was set up at one end of the market which was always getting new interesting items from people passing through from other places around the world. There was also a blacksmith at the other end of the market run by an elf, an orc and a human excelling in the armors and weapons of their races. As he walked through town he got the usual angry looks from those that were against magic users. It was strange to see those looks even from other elves, as not all elves possessed magical abilities regardless of the race. These non-magical elves were sadly not above turning on their own kind.

Aldor stopped at one of the stands and picked up a few bottles of Keloqian ale and blackberry brandy. He didn't want to be alone, but if he had to be, then he was going to make it as bearable as possible. He also bought some venison and lamb before going back to browsing the market. His senses were telling him that he should linger there a while longer before heading home. He felt as though something was trying to get his attention but he couldn't place what just yet.

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By the time the sun risen and before the birds commenced to sing their morning songs, Morelia was awake and so was her Page. The arrangement was the same as it was last night except this time, he carried her sword over his head. His sword training had begun. Following after his instructor and his Dame, the Page carried that massive sword until they were outside of the town and a little ways into the wood. He was permitted to rest, briefly, and then she handed him her arming sword. The sword had been secured to the scabbard in a peace tie so even whilst swinging, the blade would remain sheathed.

"Ill purchase you a proper wooden practice sword later, until then make use of my sword." Morelia told him as she handed it over. the Page nervously traded the massive Zweihander for the much smaller blade, his arms shaking from strain. Without wasting time, she commenced to teach him some basic drills, making use of the trees as practice dummies. Whenever he failed to follow through, she struck him on the head and foretold his future death. Praise...was not something that she was accustomed to give but she force herself to do so, it was necessary. Though it was an obnoxious interaction, self confidence was important in a sword fight too. Plus this child was far too meek. At times, it was cute but if he remained shy and fearful, he would make a poor Squire and a dead Knight.

This went on for an hour or so until Morelia ended the session. "Return to the Inn. Clean yourselrest, and practice your writing. If either one of those armored serfs dares to disturb you, tell them you are following my instructions. If they do not acknowledge the weight of my word, I shall make them acknowledge the weight of my sabatons on their skull."

The boy nodded and slowly walked back to the town. For a time, Morelia trailed him until the time that their paths parted. If she was to start with her jest of a task to inpsect the town of Ithor, it would be best to do so promptly. The sooner her report was ready, the sooner she could leave. Her walk lead her to the center of Town and rather than continue aimlessly wondering, Morelia needed to get her bearings. Ithor was not a massive town but it was large enough for a new comer to get lost which almost occurred this morning (much to the dismay of the Page Boy who followed her). Now she just had to find a local who was willing.

An Elf caught her eye and...well he did not appear to be anything special aside from being an Elf. Eh. Might as well try starting with him.

"You!" She called out as she approached. He did not look to her. Is he deaf? She called out to him again but nothing. Perhaps this place is merely too crowded for her voice at this distance? Morelia closed in, now going into the midst of the crowd that was and moving. How did she spot this particular elf in such a flowing river of people? The crowd seemed to be of one mind for the instant that she stepped among them, they made way for her. It was the power of status and the power that was the sight of a fully armored (minus her helm) Dame with a massive two hander sword charging towards you. Without effort she moved through them and continued. "You... Do you know your way around this town, Elf?".

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Aldor hadn't noticed the way the town seemed to be more crowded than usual. He had lived in the town all his life and this was nothing new to him. He heard shouting from across the square, but he couldn't hear exactly what was being said. Suddenly, he saw an armored figure running right at him with a huge sword.

"I paid for the wine, I swear!" He said as he made a shield appear out of nowhere. It was made of solid shadow and had an almost smoke-like appearance. He braced himself for an attack as the woman in armor ran close. Then she stopped.

"You... Do you know your way around this town, Elf?" She asked him.

Aldor paused and the shield seemed to evaporate as he realized what was going on. He stood up straight and laughed nervously.

"Sorry, I thought you wanted something else. Yes, I know the town really well. How can I help you?


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Reyleph was dangerously dehydrated. He was barely able to walk to when he saw Ithor in the distance. He managed to drag himself to the town. The farms along the outskirts of the town had a powerful aroma of livestock. Reyleph knew where there were animals there would be water available. He crossed a pasture with a herd of cattle in it and made his way to the barn where he found the water trough and stuck his head in and drank as much as he could without a care about how clean the water was.

After drinking his fill, Reyleph looked down. He could only imagine what anyone who saw him would think when they saw him, he was in nothing more than a loin cloth and had shackles on his wrists and ankles. He was still a little dizzy and he needed food. He didn't think that it would be a good idea to go anywhere with the shackles, so he searched the barn until he found a hack saw and he used it to cut the shackles off. As he walked into the shopping district he took the clothes off a scarecrow he saw out in the field and put them on so he would be less conspicuous. It was just a pair of overalls as the shirt didn't fit. He got to the market district and he suddenly felt dizzy and light-headed. He began to stagger and his vision went dark before he blacked out and fainted in the middle of the town square.