Somnius Terram

[Somnius]

Name: Somnius Gender: Male (Starting) Birthdate: 423 AV - 43rd of Autumn Age: Eighty-three. Height: 6'1.4" Weight: 170 Lbs Race: Nuit Arriving in: Syliras - Character Biography- 447 AV - Spring - 21 "I found myself in heavy spirits today. The bright and cheery sun that I have become so accustomed to seeing in my every-day routine has succumbed to the ever contemptuous onslaught of the clouds. The rains are heavy and the trees are wet. Everything has born its own air of depression and the very essence of the soil beneath my cleverly-adorned feet reeks of sorrow. Father seems to be in no better of a mood and has already threatened to cast me out of the shop if my abilities don't manifest soon enough. Tis' not my fault he wants a blacksmith for a son. The creation and shaping of metals doesn't suit me. While a part of my soul acknowledges and even admires the many items and relics my family can incarnate, there is another part filled with a deep-seated jealousy. It's almost as if I am indeed not my parents' legitimate child. Perhaps there are others out there like me, filled with a yearning so raw that it would devour all in its way. Only time may tell." 447 AV - Spring - 41 "Gentle tides have been lapping up the shoreline. Mathew's bay is growing restless. The sailors looked happy today; one even tossed me a plump fish which Mother is cooking now. There is no eagerness for supper in me yet however, my dear journal, as my consciousness must admit itself into these pale pages. There was a rather strange occurrence that had procured itself today. While taking my daily walk to the university as per usual, a man graced my presence. He was tall and pale, almost as pale as these pages, but not quite. Despite the threatening weather and my completely comfortless persona, we engaged in a conversation the likes of which will not be heard again by these mortal ears. At this very moment my mind cannot recall when we started nor when we ended, no, the only pieces that seem to entertain my memory are the important bits. We spoke of a species of human, several species to be exact. Philosophic in tone and stride, my new orator-friend spoke of things most people would find to be the ramblings of a mad man. Yet there was a charisma to his speech. This man knew what he was speaking of; sincerity was prevalent as was the overwhelming strength of his voice. The discussion we had, or to extrapolate upon that sentence, the contents of our engagement shall not be dared to enter this book. Trust is hard-found these days and no risks may be taken. The only reason I am even scrawling this down is for the future, lest I lose the new archive that is my mind." 447 AV - Spring - 65 "The past few weeks have been disappointing on a level that cannot begin to be express through simple words. As such more complicated ones must be used. My heart has been disheartened, my soul vexed, and my mind disillusioned. The new man has vanished. Where could he be? This question agonizes and tears into me like a curse which is failing to be understood. Perhaps we shall begin looking for him together, my dear journal." 447 AV - Summer - 2 "Expeditions have come to nothing. Even the dreams are beginning to haunt me. It's frightening. Mere days and I'm consumed by a desire to hunt for a man I barely know." 447 AV - Summer- 23 "New lead, considering moving this port city. Stinks of fish and the university yields no results. What purpose is there in teaching someone methods of search if those methods are not practical? Considering fencing as a form of meditation. Clearing my mind may help. Father has also abandoned me. I've been given a small bag filled with the necessities. No more am I bound by the shop, and there is a sense of joy to be found with that." 447 AV - Summer- 73 "Nuit." The only clue to my benefactor's origins lie in that word. After pouring over volumes and volumes of manuscripts there has been little offered up to me. However I've come across information that may help me. The description of the 'Nuit'. The chemical smell of a conserved corpse, the pale skin, even the stiff movements seemed to catch his swaying and yet, regulatory, existence. Needless to say, eagerness has once again consumed my body and mind. Yet once more, I question the logic of this insane desire to hunt for a man I understand, almost, to no degree. My only goal at this point has been defined by that which is obvious; I have none. Fate has dealt its hand and I will simply pursue it until guided onto a new path. 447 AV - Fall - 15 "I've found him." 447 AV - Fall - 52 "My heart is wracked with pain. My mind has been manipulated. Sorcery, it seems, was the drive behind my curiosity. There is an art known as hypnotic suggestion, something enforced by the user's own energies. It seems I was tampered with. This is unacceptable. I find myself feeling degraded in an extraordinary sense. Is this not fate, but the simple games of an undead creature?.. His name is Na'om. We're talking tomorrow. Remember me my dear journal." 449 AV - Spring- 1 "I am unsure of where to start. My absence has been lengthened my dear journal, and for that I am so sorry.. Considering this journal is merely a chronicle for my own memories, I shall be short and cut to the necessary points. Mortality is no longer an issue for my body. Death, or rather, undeath is reigning within these veins of mine. When my mortal being passed the entrance of Na'om's abode, there was no part of me that felt oppressed or overwhelmed. Invitingly, even perhaps seductively, I was led through a series of chambers. The rest was disorienting to say in the least. My mind was taken, seized, brutalized, and consumed by a series of images and ideas that I knew could not have possibly been my own. My imagination took me places I did not know I could fathom, a time where men grew to incredulous sizes and fought monstrosities that paralleled the gods and goddesses in the ability to inspire awe. My mouth was gently parted and the sensation of being filled is all I remember beyond that horrid night. When I awoke my arms and legs were bound. Instructions were printed, very clearly I may add, on a piece of parchment at my feet. By the time I had freed myself (It is here I must add my new-found weakness) my eyes were strained from attempting to make out the tiny scrawl at a distance. When I did seize the note my heart ached with despair at its contents. Na'om was indeed a Nuit, this much was already clear to me. Now it seems I am as well. The creature known as Na'om, as I refuse to call it a 'he' or even give it the honor of being named a human at this point, works under the force of a being named Uldr. Evidently this being hands out power to those who ask for it, but may not to those who refuse it. Religion is not something I've ever felt terribly eager about, and yet I find myself craving revenge. Na'om has taken from me something precious, my very life force. There is so much in this note that it hurts my head to read through it even now. Intricacies explain throughout the writing of the intentions and abilities of those gifted with the.. entity known as Uldr's power. My heart is heavy as of late. Yet at least now I have some sort of semblance of a goal.. Seek Uldr. Seek Na'om. Seek payment for what has been reaped of me." Read MeI'm leaving this pretty short so that the rest of his future can be slightly vague and filter into the game with flashbacks and more journal entries as time goes on. Please message me with any concerns~

[Somnius]

Equipment One silken doublet. One silken undershirt. One silken breeches. One silken undergarments. One pair of black boots. One pair of black gloves. One Waterskin. One Backpack which contains: One set of Toiletries. (comb, brush, razor, soap) One bottle of embalming fluid. One knife. Flint & Steel One leather-bound journal. (F.H.) One Rapier. One leather scroll case. Ten sheets of paper. Inscribing paint. Quill. Ledger 100 G.M. (SP) +500 G.M. (Cashing in Housing) ----------- 600 G.M. - 20 G.M. (Rapier) ----------- 580 G.M. - 1 G.M. (Leather scroll case) - 3 G.M. (Inscribing paint) - 4 G.M. (10 Sheets of paper) - 5 C.M. (Quill) ---------- 571 G.M. 9 S.M. 5 C.M. - 5 S.M. (Gloves) ---------- 571 G.M. 5 C.M. Skills +10 Embalming +10 Weapon (Rapier) +10 Reimancy (Air) +10 Glyphing + 5 Metalsmithing + 5 Blacksmithing + 5 Philosophy + 5 Tracking Lores Religious Lore: Uldr Lore of the Nuit transformation process. Languages Common: Fluent Basic: Arumenic Poor: Kontinese Housing N/A Thread List [Timestamp: Spring 37, 512 AV] - Entering Syliras

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