I seem to be having trouble finding the picture pack for the char vault... can anybody point me in the right direction? Maybe toss me if your feeling bored

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Time had passed a great deal, actually. After being gone for what seemed an eternity he took his first few steps onto the dock. It had been many months, a little over eight months to be exact. A calm, yet surprising thought had crossed his mind when he took those first few steps.

Everything is still the same, as if time had stood still here.

The thought had quickly passed on as he closed his eyes and looked up slightly into the sky followed by a deep breath of the air. He listened carefully to all that was around him he could hear the towns folk conversing, children playing, dogs barking, and chickens running around.

One often tends to remember life almost in an instant when things are calm and most peaceful. Thoughts went through his mind of things long past. Long ago he had left abruptly, with almost no warning except to two individuals he trusted. Having only one goal constantly in his mind, to seek an answer and remove his curse. After eight long months there was almost nothing to be found, no clues to the past he had remembered that had happen. All hope seemed lost until one piece of information was found, and with that perhaps he could continue on.

When he had left things seemed all wrong, as if the world had

turned upside down in his eyes. Zdan had thought that only one thing truly saved him over the last eight months during his search, someone he cared for. She was someone who despite his attempts to keep her away from him for her own safety, had followed after him. He knew she could take care of herself ultimately however he still had his reason to fear, nonetheless he was glad she came. To him, she had truly kept him alive just by being there in his mind.

Just as he finished taking a deep breath, he felt his hand being squeezed. Zdan opened his eyes and looked at Lilly with a smile on his face.

“It is good to be home” he said as they started to walk through Port Llast.

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As far back as I can remember, things were different, I was different. For most of my life, I struggled with the hurt, the pain, the curse. There were times it affected my mind. I thought my past was different because I have become different. I wished for it to end, to be free but as the years have gone on and on it has become me. I am more accustomed to it, more comfortable, more alive with it flowing through me. The curse courses through my veins, I am not a man anymore, I am something else. The curse has twisted my body turned it into a creature that most fear at first sight, people call me a demon, but they simply do not understand.

When I was a child, I lived with my family, we lived a simple life. Our village was full of people who wished only to live out their lives farming the lands of their home. It was an easy peaceful life to my understanding, days spent running through the fields of wheat that seemed to go on forever. The smell of the fresh air as if breathing in the cool air and a forest breeze all at once. My father was the greatest person in the world through my eyes; I wanted to be him one day. However my father had more secrets then anyone even my mother had known. In his earlier years he had been in the service of Neverwinter, a soldier from what I learned. I had come to learn little bits and pieces of what had happened, my father and his company was engaged into battle and scattered by.

My father led his men through the Woods of Neverwinter trying to return to the city. He and his men were attacked by fearsome creatures, spiders, dire bears. The animals had seemed to be either insane or controlled. When things seemed at their worst, a strange woman showed herself. Like a shadow stepping into the light that could barely pierce the forest despite its attempts. She was old, clothed in rags with scraggly platinum colored hair that you could only see as it fell from the hood over her head. The witch had a scratchy voice, one that could only be compared to nails on a chalk board with a mix of water gurgles. Her eyes hid in the shadow of her hood, unable to see until she walked up to my father and looked him in the eyes. My father stared into those eyes, white with no color distinction between the pupil and iris. It was so cold they could sap the life out of your body.

My father had pleaded with her; he would do anything to spare his men's lives from the fate of death. For a moment she did not speak then said with her scratchy voice.
"The pass will be opened, there will come a time when I seek my rewards of your promise, until that day."

She laughed as the beast departed slowly from the area. My father and his men ran they ran back to the city vowing not to tell anyone what had happened. If the generals had heard such nonsense they would be thrown in an asylum, claimed to have gone crazy. My father left the service once the war was over, having met my mother. After a few years they got married having built their farm in a community of simple farmers. She was a strong, loyal woman to my father. I can remember her hair best; it was long and shiny black, like polished onyx. She always had a smiled. Even when we got into trouble. Her voice always seemed to calm those around her; you could swear you were hearing an angel.

Over time they had three children, my older brother, Valas, my sister, Laylia the youngest of us and me. We grew up not knowing of my father's true past or his encounter with the witch. One evening, it was thus far going on as every night before, we had finished dinner my mother was cleaning the kitchen while my father built the fire to warm the house. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I remember this for it woke me in my bed; I snuck out to watch what was happening. It was her, the witch had come to collect that which was promised.

My father talked with her… I was unable to hear what was being said, I was still upstairs looking between the railings of the balcony however my father's tone was not a pleasant one. My mother had appeared from the next room to see what was happening. She was still holding the wash cloth; it still dripped water onto the ground as her facial expression changed. For the first time I can ever think of, my mother was no longer smiling she was worried, scared, I do not quite know what about until my father shouted.

"Get out! You will never take them from us!"


He had grabbed his sword he had on the mantle over the fireplace next to the door. I always thought it was there just to use as a threat, maybe self defense to an extent. My father yelled to my mother while he kept his eyes on the witch.

"Get them out of here! NOW!" He screamed as he grabbed the witch, falling out of the front door.

"Wake your sister, we must leave now" Mother told me, after she spotting me watching over the whole thing.

"What about dad? What is going on mom?" Was my only reply as I got up and started for my sisters room.

She did not reply as she started shaking Valas. I went to my sister's bed and started shaking her telling her to get up. I could hear strange noises from outside then I heard my father scream. We quickly made a run down the stairs and out the back door trying to head to the forest to hide from her. I could see my father's body as we ran away, his body laid there the sword stuck into the ground. A chill crawled up my spine, I could hear the scratchy raspy voice. I dared not look back, I just ran as hard as I could while she screeched.

"They are mine! You will give them to me!"

We had reached the edge of the forest before I dared look back, I looked scanning the village however I no longer saw the witch. My mother grabbed my hand telling us to not stop and suddenly there was a flash of light out of nowhere with a deafening crack. I don't know what happened, before I knew it I was on the ground. The world was spinning, my vision was fuzzy, and my ears were ringing as I tried to pick myself off the ground. My mother, brother, and sister, they were gone; I could not see them anywhere.
I cried out, I'm not sure how loud at first then the ringing started to fade away and my vision clear.  

As I looked around I heard a crack of a twig, I could do nothing, and I froze stiff. Footsteps continued closer then closer until she was behind me. I never knew how the witch got so close so fast. I turned as I heard breathing behind and above me. As quickly as I could turn her hand was around my neck, she lifted me off the ground… those eyes like staring at death itself, she hissed and screamed as she looked at me. You will pay for your father's treachery and your mother's coward ness. I tried to yell for my mother as her grip tightened around my throat as she muttered something… I do not know what she was saying something, it sounded as more then one voice.

"La' alaan lel elefela , elela sela lel irilela anilcela ill laanyymyla oemanylil yan elalaanme ilffilla elac silanmela. Il elesenyil nyellaanmenyanys hyew elanemhyae elela , yan elela ilwatyane laaleem hyillanys eo il falaaneil elela sela oee tyilmys ylyla. Anilcela alaan oemanylil eo ela'la laasal hyelalils nymy' nymynyela seire. ycycilanyla eo le' lenyanela , la' el cavla , nymyem eo falaaneil yan elem anmilnyanyla tyam ilvala eooalwe elalaanme tyealil el ela tyilmelycyla , anmilllatyemane layyla tyirillasilanela el laila."[/b][/u]

A sharp pain stabbed all over my body. It felt as if my spine was tearing away from my flesh to get out of my back… it hurt… the pain hurt. The sensation turned to burning as if my flesh was on fire, my eyes as if they were being pulled from my head. I could barely breathe, it felt as though I was trying to inhale but nothing came in like the air was smoke. I couldn't move my limbs at all, paralyzed. My blood boiled under my skin.

The hag dropped me to the ground then vanished off into the woods as I passed out. It felt like days had passed, after I had awoke, the wind blew through the trees and the forest was alive with animals. I stood up, dazed, confused with what had happened. As my vision and mind cleared i spoted something sparkling in the leaves.

A few feet away my sister's pendant. I picked it up looking at it, the chain having been broken, it must have happened during the explosion of bright light. Blood, her blood covered of the pendant, I could not help but cry seeing this. Falling to my knees I cried, I mourned the loss my family. I was alone. I held tightly to my sisters necklace.

I looked around the area unable to find anyone or anything. I hoped they might have headed home. I ran… ran as fast as I could, I ran until I couldn't feel my legs anymore all the way back home. The village was gone… what was not still burning was already burnt. Bodies of people I knew, friends were around, our house or what was left of our home. The only real piece of our home standing was the fire place still, the rest was chard and burnt along with the rest of the village. Few fires were still burning, the smoke was still in the air, I remember it stinging my eyes as I walked.

The smell of all the death, rotting corpses got to me I could not help but puke. The tears slowly trickled down my face as I looked around. Mother, brother, sister, none of them were here. As I passed the front of the house I saw my father. His body still lay next to his sword. His chest torn open as if something took a bite from him I couldn't tell. I was only able to look for a few moments before turning dropping to my knees and crying. I stood trying to stop my tears but could not. Everywhere I looked was death, the whole village was gone.

My body felt numb as if blood was cut to my toes and fingers. I could do nothing but cry, then my memory fails… I never saw my family again. After that day for what must have been years there were gaps… I would move from place to place… people would scream at me, call me a demon… monster… freak. For what seemed eternity I would move from place to place, working where I could and learning what I could.

Eventually I taught myself how to wield blades, using them to hunt even kill if I had to. As I went on my body was twisted more… my mind even worse. I could feel the beast within changing me. I had not cared about life anymore for I had only experienced pain. Years would pass, trials and tales came and went but none in comparison to the trials to come. When things changed for the better… life would have meaning… I would find those who would accept me despite my appearance, despite my curse. I would dare not tell them of what happened. Who could understand such a thing when I myself do not?

I remember very little of how I came here, I was passing through the forest north of Neverwinter when something happened. Water, I could hear water running, the smell of moss and cool water filled my nose as I stirred I could hear footsteps that came to a complete stop suddenly. Then I awoke, I was in a cave… a wolf licking my face with an old hermit in the corner. I pushed the wolf away and looked at the hermit, why the hell was he counting the same 5 stones over and over? A young man greeted me as I awoke he said his name was Christopher and that I had been in the cave passed out for a few days.

"Where am I?" I said to him cautiously.
 
"Why you are in Neverwinter Woods Camp." Christopher replied.

 I stood onto my feet with a curious expression as I walked out of the cave. This was to become my new home, The Neverwinter Woods Camp. This is where life would change, were I could change. A new beginning for myself, this is where my story truly begins.