"I don't have a distinctive voice.
At least, not a distinctive voice like anyone else's...."
The story of Scavenger
Most of the records of this tale have
been lost to the ravages of
time, but what little is known i shall
commit to these pages.
It was a time of
war, not a war between mortals, but a war between
An ugly war, with ugly magics flowing
and searing the very air.
Invisible bolts thrown from and to unrecorded
deflected to strike upon the fragile
For our gods it was
a time of rejoicing, for the realm survived,
meaning that we were victorious. The
enemy however were
not so fortuitous. Their realm lay in
tatters. The very fabric of its
reality shredded and battered almost
beyond recognition. This,
however, is nothing compared to the
loss of the immortals. The very
Universe shook at their deaths. The
unkillable had been
killed. The immortal, suddenly no longer
And yet in every
war there is plunder. However Immortals have little
use for plunder, creating whatever they
desire out of
pure thought. And so all the treasures
of the strange realm lay where
they fell. Their energies still radiating
forth in waves of
And so it came to
pass that the mortals of the land learned of this
tale and a young thief dreamed of the
riches that lay so far
For years he did
study , straining to understand the mysteries of
traveling without moving. The higher
magics of teleportation.
He never met with success. Or at least
not success in the manner he had
Such was the force
of the war between the gods that the scars in
reality had failed to heal. It was through
one such tear that
the young student fell while reciting
an old scroll said to hold magical
properties. Into limbo he tumbled. Outside
outside reality. Falling deeper and
deeper into the swirling colours of
the mist, and yet not falling. for there
was no 'down' to fall
to. Slowly shapes began to coalesce
around him, vague outlines of
buildings in ruins, corpses from in
death lay in the hazy
The images came slowly
into focus and the thief looked around at the
scene. The town was in ruins, but very
solid ruins non
the less. What was startling was the
black 'shapes' that hung in the air
and lay on the ground. These tears in
reality were what
had brought him here but to be able
to see them was something else
entirely. Inwardly he shuddered. How
could he summon
the courage to step through these unlikely
portals. Where would they
lead him ? Perhaps onto greater dangers
, perhaps they
would simply tear him apart like a rag
doll. Putting the thoughts from
his mind he looked around at the glowing
Being a thief by
trade his eyes were immediately drawn to the
jewelry worn on the bodies of the dead.
Such was the beauty
of the jewels that for many years all
that the thief had done was to
gather these artifacts unto himself.
All thoughts of humanity
banished when he was forced to eat the
flesh from the strange corpses
that did not rot.
This is said to be
the element of the tale that transformed the
young thief. Though perhaps it was simply
the proximity of the
wild magics, or simply the travel through
the limbo. None can say for
certain. That is to say none mortal.
The gods then did
notice the warmth of life once more
in the alien realm and moved at once
to extinguish it.
Appearing to the
man prepared to strike down upon him and rend his
flesh they stopped, taken aback as he
himself before them.
'Why do you do this
man ?' one asked.
'Should a man not
worship his gods ?' he replied.
Looking closer they
did see that beyond the strange powers flowing
from the jewels the man wore there was
still one of their
The gods sat then
and told the man what had become of him.
'Perhaps we were
at fault. In not destroying this realm utterly we
left it open to exactly this kind of
another ' But what now must we do ?'
So they bade the
man remove all of the artifacts and destroyed them
singly and totally. Yet still the power
flowed from the
'He has been tainted
by their powers'
'I do not believe
so. The power is not like theirs, neither is it
like ours. It appears to be unique.'
After some conference
the gods reached a decision.Turning to the
shaking man the spoke.
'You have been changed
by your actions, for good or ill. Wouldst
thou have us remove your power or accept
you into our
Stunned the man could
only nod. To be among the gods. To BE a god.
What else could he do ?
'Then it shall be
so. Come brother, join us.'
'Brother ? My name
is......' But he could not recall. It had been
lost to the limbo and time itself had
erased it from his mind.
The gods chuckled
then. 'Fret not young immortal. For we have
anticipated this. By your actions shall
you be named.'
'What then is to
be my name ? Thief ? Medler ?'
'Nay brother. We
shall call you as your actions dictate. You shall
be know as 'Scavenger'.
And so the new power
came to the realm. It grew and flourished as he
learned control and lost the urge for
Wrought from the ashes of the broken
battleground was Scavenger. And the
realm was bettered by his presence.
Personal info about Scavenger
Scavenger works for CORE
Digital Communication Services (The server Realms runs off of) and
he is a
Contributional coder for the realms. He
is also a part time student at the University
Made by spudman:Barren Realms MUD 1998