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Legend of Altera
Name: mora'gin
Nickname/Alias: mora
Age:658
Gender: male
Race: transcendent (aka a light elemental)
Height: 6 foot 10
Weight: avrage
Hair: wight hair with slightly yellow tips
Eyes: they glow a golden yellow
Skin: fresh new skin
Religion and cults: he has ne religion
Profession: teacher of holy magics
i have done some editing heres my new new new story
My name is Mora'gin gray-dread, and I am a paladin. Well, I was. Now I’m dead, with no future ahead of me. This is my story.
In my younger years, I was a shy child, didn’t have much friends. I was always fascinated by the paladins. My farther was a paladin, and my mother, a priest. But they died when I was young, killed by that man, whose name still haunts me every day, and every night.
Magn'is Venomfang, The necromancer, The King of Shadows. I don’t want to talk about it. May they rest in peace.
After a few years living in the slums stealing and mugging for a living, an old man came up to me. He offered me a home and a bed, on one condition: I was to be his pupil and learn the ways of holy magic. Of course, I accepted. I was practically born a paladin. I trained hard, those years were great but soon, they ended.
When my master passed, I never let go the sorrow. That day, I felt the pain of losing someone who cared for me who meant something to me. I wanted to die.
A few months later, I met Saira. she was a beautiful woman, and I will never forget her face. When I met her, I was 19, about to turn 20. Master would have been proud of me, for finally settling down. but that too, didnt last. I was called to war. When I came to tell her goodbye, she had already left...
Nickname/Alias: mora
Age:658
Gender: male
Race: transcendent (aka a light elemental)
Height: 6 foot 10
Weight: avrage
Hair: wight hair with slightly yellow tips
Eyes: they glow a golden yellow
Skin: fresh new skin
Religion and cults: he has ne religion
Profession: teacher of holy magics
i have done some editing heres my new new new story
My name is Mora'gin gray-dread, and I am a paladin. Well, I was. Now I’m dead, with no future ahead of me. This is my story.
In my younger years, I was a shy child, didn’t have much friends. I was always fascinated by the paladins. My farther was a paladin, and my mother, a priest. But they died when I was young, killed by that man, whose name still haunts me every day, and every night.
Magn'is Venomfang, The necromancer, The King of Shadows. I don’t want to talk about it. May they rest in peace.
After a few years living in the slums stealing and mugging for a living, an old man came up to me. He offered me a home and a bed, on one condition: I was to be his pupil and learn the ways of holy magic. Of course, I accepted. I was practically born a paladin. I trained hard, those years were great but soon, they ended.
When my master passed, I never let go the sorrow. That day, I felt the pain of losing someone who cared for me who meant something to me. I wanted to die.
A few months later, I met Saira. she was a beautiful woman, and I will never forget her face. When I met her, I was 19, about to turn 20. Master would have been proud of me, for finally settling down. but that too, didnt last. I was called to war. When I came to tell her goodbye, she had already left...
