Well, I did it as Kamar, since I couldn't remember what he had gotten, and this is the result. It's exactly right... except there is no Assassin class... And I always picture Kamar as more of a Neutral Evil character. *shrugs*

You Are A:

Chaotic Evil Half-Elf Rogue (7th Level)


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You mean besides death, destruction, and mayhem, right?

Thank you. And thank you!

I love my baby too. I'm odd that way.

BABY!!!

Specifically, Jess.

She forced me to do it, so here goes...

Welcome Catia Claire!
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The girl left, and Mavarion went about making himself comfortable for the night. He pulled some of the blankets over, laying one beneath him and keeping one for on top. He banked the fire so it's heat would remain through most of the night, and arranged it so most of that heat would be thrown ...

Mavarion leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment after the intensity he wasn't used to showing. He listened to Gia when she spoke, though kept leaned back. His eyes opened to look at her again when she was done.

"True, I am sure I can teach you much, should you choose to stay, and once it is ...

Mavarion's eyes closed as Gia let loose a rapid-fire burst of questions. He waited until it was clear she was finished, and chose to ignore the questions he didn't want to answer.

His eyelids slid open to reveal his black, pupil-less eyes, which fixed Gia in their gaze. He tried to hold her gaze ...

Mavarion nodded as he listened. It was typical woman-ish longing. He had heard as much from previous victims. But this time he wanted it to be different.

"I long for everyone to remember my name when I finally die. I want to do the greatest thing this world has ever seen. I long for immortality in ...

Mavarion had no choice but to trust the werewolf. He was tired and worn out, even after a day of rest, and his stores of magic had not fully begun to replenish yet, leaving him quite vulnerable. He hated getting old. Perhaps had he learned faster, he could have asked his goddess for immortality ...

"Control? At times it seems like you are struggling with yourself at certain times. Especially since there's been the smell of blood lingering in the air in here," Mavarion scoffed, obviously not buying her assurances. "I can't smell it anymore, but I imagine you can, and I bet it's driving this she ...

Kamar: "You’re gonna find out you’re already dead, and I was the world coming down on your head."

It's from a song by Yellowcard called "Down on my Head" .

Mavarion: "You have no where to hide, nowhere to run, your village will burn like the heart of the sun. With infinite glee, it is going to be ...

Mavarion nodded slightly at her as she spoke. He had expected her not to understand the significance of his look, so he decided he'd better explain it to her.

"I need to know how much control you have. You are worse than useless to me unless you can control your more... feral urges." Mavarion ...

Mavarion cleaned out the hole, rubbing the congealed blood away with one of the cloths and digging leaves, dirt and various other bits of detritus out of the way. He poured a little water from the bucket into the hole. It flowed downwards fairly well, indicating that there wasn't much blockage ...

Mavarion spent the time Gia was out getting water getting further rest. His mind drifted through semi-consciousness, though he was fully aware of his surroundings. He needed guidance. He needed the goddess.

But he knew he couldn't bring her into the world again for some time. Not like he had last ...

Mavarion continued to walk down the center aisle as Gia left, her absence not even a thought in his mind. He looked at the blood stained altar and the pulpit next to it. It would have to be cleaned, but at present, he didn't have the strength to do so.

He would have to get Gia to bring a bucket of ...