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Playbot's Story

Little needs to be said about Playbot's parents. His father, once a petty thief, turned the greatest burglar in Neriak. His Mother, the rose with the sharpest thorn, able to seduce any being to wanting her and then stabbing them in the back. Probably the harshest assassin ever born.

From separate guilds sent on a bogus mission, met and fought each other. It was then that his father was seduced by her but he in turn stole her heart. It was a forbidden "Love", so they went into hiding.

On the day he was to be born his father sought out a shaman to deliver him. As the shaman held the new born child she sensed a nerve wracking evil about him. SURE Delves are no saints but this was truly a horrible feeling. She warned the parents, "This boy will bring much grief to everyone connected to his blood, he must be destroyed. I will give you one week. If you cannot do it then I will," and vanished without a trace.

Days past and the Shaman returned to them. "I see you could not get the job done, I'm truly sorry but it must be this way." Right then she sent a furious beast to attack his farther who avoided the the attack entirely and slew it immediately, "Protect the boy," he shouted.

Unknowingly, the shaman cast a spell on him, restricting him where he stood. The shaman now went for the mother, but out of instinct the mother vanished into the darkness. The shaman, trying to focus, felt a small blade thrust into her back. "Ugh... you little wretch," mumbled the shaman. "If I am to die here then I will take you with me." It was then that the shaman cursed the unholy family with her last words...

"Stay away from my son..." was the last words the shaman heard before a dagger was thrown at her killing her instantly.

Years went by. Each more difficult than the next. Playbot's father was attacked by wolves and infected. His mother grew more and more ill with each passing day, too weak to do much of anything. Though not dying it seemed. Soon his father grew mad, blaming all their misfortune on Playbot. When he suggested killing the boy his mother said to him, "My love, know that no matter what, I support you, but if you take my child from me now when he can't even defend himself nor can I stop you, then I will leave you and never return."

In retaliation the father vowed that he would leave and only return when they boy was old enough to fight, to kill him, but because he loved her so, he would not do it now or in front of her. He vanished then without a trace, and she wept.

Playbot grew older and under his mother's love and care grew up to be a fine assassin *wink*. One day Playbot went on a mission and was sent to Collinridge Cemetery. It was there that he was attacked violently by some kind of dark creature, much more vicious than anything he had encountered before. He managed to stab it in the eye making it whine and it ran away disappearing without a trace. "Was that... a wolf? he thought, "No, that was much fiercer than a mere animal." Playbot managed to avoid serious injury though, and at the most just had a serious bite wound.

He went to his mother who tended his wounds, and told her what happened. She nodded but did not respond. A single tear fell down her cheek. "What's wrong mother? Don't worry I'm OK," he smiled. To this she smiled back. That night she had a nightmare of the shaman's premonition and her curse. Concerned, Playbot rushed to his mother's side.

"Mother what's wrong?!"

"DO NOT GO BACK THERE!!"

"Why mother? I still haven't finished my mission..."

"Please my boy, no good can come of this."

"I've always managed to avoid danger mother, I'll be fine."

"You're still not strong enough... I don't want to lose you"

*sigh* "OK mother, but when I'm stronger I will not rest till I have killed the beast for disturbing my mission, I need to provide for us both since father ran out on us..." he said angrily.

"You are my son, for that I forgive your words. Know this, I still love your father, so if you care for your mother's heart you will do well not to speak of him like that again."

"Understood mother..."

Playbot sought to get stronger and over time learned how to mortally wound an enemy. He was ready. He was about to leave when his mother pleaded with him, "Don't go, I don't want to lose You OR..." "I have to go mother. It's no longer about failing a mission. I have to prove to you that I'm strong." He left for the cemetery...

A thick mist covered all but he was able to make out the image of a black wolf looking at him with one eye. "There you are!!" He followed the wolf that seemed to lead him away. Trying to figure out where he was he realized he was lost in the middle of what seemed like nothing but thick gray clouds. Then he heard a voice...

"Hm Hm Hm Hm... LOST WITHOUT YOUR MOMMY?!"

"Who are you?! Come out and face me!!"

"Ha Ha Ha Ha... YOU ARE WEAK BOY!!"

"Damn You! Where are you?! Show yourself!"

"HA HA HA HA... HERE I AM!!!"

Right then a wolf attacked from behind, causing him much pain and misery.
*cough* "Damn, you... poisoned me..." Barely able to see... the wolf seemed to vanish replaced by the image of a Dark Elf Man.

"I'm sorry son... it has to be this way"

"What?! Son?! I have no father!"

Gaining renewed life in his anger Playbot arose to his feet again.
"Good, at least this way you will not die a weak coward, but rather fighting till your last breath. I'm proud of you..."

"SHUT UP AND FIGHT ME!!"

"Very well."

It was then that the man threw a dagger at Playbot but was caught surprisingly. When Playbot looked back the man was gone. He listened Carefully... He heard foot steps... "NOT THIS TIME!" Playbot turned and thrust the dagger he caught. Just as he was taught to do, he mortally wounded the man. "Very good son..." the man fell dead.

Playbot returned home still trying to figure out if the man was being sincere about being his father. "Mother, I killed him... he said he was my father... what a dumb fool..." looking around... "Mother?" Playbot looked into his mother's room only to find his mother laying dead with a dagger in her heart... Much like the one the man used on him...

"HA HA HA!! Kill? ME?! FOOL!!"

"What?! DAMN YOU!!!"

Playbot charged fast before the man could do anything, stabbing him "NOT MY MOTHER!! NOT MY MOTHER!!" he cried out stabbing him again. What happened next, no one could see coming... His mother was a brilliant Assassin and a Master of Disguise. She could make a dagger look like a pillow... *gasp*

"Mother WHY!?!" She had disguised herself as his father and made someone else she killed look like her laying dead. She revealed this as she lay in his arms dying... "I love him still, if he is dead I can't go on. I'd rather die by his killer's hand than mine own... I'm sorry my son... I... love..." Playbot's mother lay dead.

Emotions swarmed Playbot's head. He had killed both his parents unknowingly... Now he was alone... Just then a woman appeared. "They should have killed you at birth... I warned them... I will do what they could not." The shaman sent her beast at Playbot. Catching the beast by the neck, Playbot shoved his arm, dagger in hand, down it's throat. "You call that an attack?!" Almost as if to vanish in plain sight Playbot moved swiftly behind the shaman, "Where'd he..." "Peek-a-boo." Only a scream was heard after that.

Every now and then Playbot goes back where the madness started, on that dark an rainy night where he stood conflicted with emotions, Sadness, Anger, and strangely a twisted sense of Happiness? That night all that could be heard was mad laughter... "Hm Hm Hm Hm... Ha Ha Ha Ha... HA HA HA HA... HAA HAA HAA HAA....!!!"

It still echoes there, and now that laughter is heard from groups involved with Cryptic Souls... Playbot's favorite quote:

"Blood... Sweat... AND Tears... yes... Yes... YEHAHAHAHAHAAAS!!!"