Tests intellectuels? On pouvait dire par l'expression faciale de l'Etlock qu'il n'aimait pas vraiment cette perspective immédiate. La salle avait déjà rempli une pléthore de personnes différentes de la plupart des courses qu'il connaissait. Bien sûr que oui. C'était le même groupe de personnes qu'il avait vu la veille, le jour de son inscription. J'espère qu'il ne le regrettera pas...
La main de l'Etlock, richement décorée de cheveux noirs robustes poussant de son dos, est allée pour un assaut tête-à-tête contre la pile de matériel d'écriture. Il savait que son écriture était plutôt horrible, et comme il en avait déjà fourni un échantillon à Varioyn, il devait supposer que l'instructeur savait aussi bien. Grol n'était pas impatient d'être celui qui devait se lever plus ou moins shilly et demander une autre feuille de parchemin parce qu'il avait besoin de plus de deux fois plus d'espace pour le même nombre de lettres que l'elfe moyen.
Il a remarqué quelqu'un qui semblait être un Etlock tout comme lui par sa stature. Pourtant, Grol a trouvé que c'était encore très difficile de le croire, parce que... Quatre pieds, peut-être encore moins. Il ne pouvait s'empêcher de lui faire pitié - une telle malédiction. Ce garçon était probablement rigolé par beaucoup, peut-être était-ce la raison pour laquelle il avait pris son arme avec lui. Il y avait aussi plusieurs personnes; c'était quelque chose que Grol considérait comme bravado. Personne n'avait besoin d'une épée ou d'un bouclier pour remplir un test stupide!
Le siège de Jameson sur le banc a chuté considérablement quand Grol s'est placé à côté de lui et a commencé à lire. La première question semblait très facile à première vue, mais il a fallu quelques secondes à l'Etlock pour commencer à écrire.
Et bien... Puisque vous faites référence à un Titan né de cendres, il est clair que la bonne réponse est Oric. Cependant la légende dit seulement que les titans sont nés, ce qui indique que le premier titan n'existe peut-être pas, mais que Oric et Iris sont tous les deux le premier de leur genre.
C'est ennuyant. Grol a frappé son index droit dans le trou droit de son nez (qui avait heureusement un diamètre suffisant) et a commencé à forer pendant quelques secondes. Compte tenu de la sortie - qui a rapidement été balayée du parchemin sur son tour et de là sur le sol -, peut-être ce n'était pas une chose si chanceuse que le diamètre du trou était suffisant après tout.
Question suivante.
Parce que le grand roi Darion a prévu qu'un jour le monde aurait besoin d'une institution si géniale qu'un légendaire Etlock appelé Grol envisagerait de se joindre, lui donnant ce petit peu de pouvoir supplémentaire qu'il avait besoin pour enfin sauver le monde. Il a rapidement marqué cette phrase et a commencé à écrire la vraie réponse en dessous.
Maintenant: Une ville on ne devrait pas oser entrer parce que c'était la source de toute la mort et les ténèbres? Grol a arqué un sourcil, souriant. Avec la vigueur de quelqu'un qui avait eu une grande idée et voulait la sécuriser sous forme écrite avant que son esprit ne la perde à nouveau, l'Etlock s'est gribouillé.
Maintenant, vous vous êtes entraîné dans un dilemme sérieux: Bien sûr, il y a la ville non morte simplement appelée The Burg, qui pourrait être considérée comme la bonne réponse. Cependant, selon mon expérience et ma connaissance, ma course (je suis un Etlock) est souvent considérée comme brute et remplie de magie sombre. Donc je pourrais théoriser que de votre point de vue, vous pourriez considérer Etlockbarv comme une source de mort et d'obscurité aussi bien. Normalement, on n'a pas le droit d'y entrer. Alors, des choix difficiles pour moi... Mais je dis juste le Burg.
Amalaycolor=9900ff color=ffc000Age: 40  Gender: Female  Race: Elf

 Dark, for an elf, not particularly shapely or attractive, actually looks remarkably normal. Her ears stick out prominently, while most elves think it silly looking, she doesn't really care. She often has a somewhat grim, mischievous, and gleefully dangerous edge to her. Keeps her black hair in a que. Her clothing usually is leather or brown with a rich and vibrant spectrum of violets, purples, and indigos to compliment them. These are sewn to flare when moving but conceal the brilliance when standing still.
 The forest was neither so rich nor so predominant. It was the Elves and their disgust of bloodshed that made it as we find it today. The enemies that once swarmed Lothadid were still quite alive, simply living the remainder of their existence transfigured into trees, owls, deer, and squirrels. This was the old way, the way before innocence had vanished, and before the Elves had to accommodate their lives with fur and flesh... before the Great War. It was called Somnance, and now was all but an obscure practice. Amalay’s family were some of the remnant that clung to the old ways.
Born odd and, though raised as normally as possible, she matured into an odd young woman. She was always on the fringe of breaching the social moraes, and never one to play politics. Predominant in her mind was an old philosophy of innocence that she insists that the Elves have since lost. This lead to alienation even in one of the most forgiving and accepting societies in the world. The Elves mostly believed that their ignorance was not a trait of pride, and had adapted the views of the Humans to compensate for it. Amalay thrived off of her isolation and opposition. One major gripe was the hunting of game (instead of a vegetarian and insectivorous diet) as well as the fact that they peaceably lived alongside of thousands of transfigured enemies without any form of conflict, insisting that there was no need for violence whatsoever. The Elves did not accept her poor attempts at persuasion and flat out accusations.
With disinterest in a “normal” life and being locked into nothing but if she stayed in her home, Amalay left the forest, searching for people who would listen. She found no such safe-haven. The rest of the world was even more close minded than the Elves.
She spent a number of years as a rover and doing odd jobs. Eventually she was hired by a traveling merchant as a guide and again as a mercenary. The comradely of these jobs was seriously lacking since most other mercenaries were borderline criminals and unwholesome folk with murderous jobs that they preferred over civil society. Yet it was good pay and a reason to travel. There was one Etlock (by the name of Grol Lak) in particular that drove her crazy, standing in opposition on a number of issues and opinions that Amalay felt strongly about. It wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't hired on for just about every job that she was.
It turned out that when danger caught the travelers off guard or situations looked bleak that most of the mercenaries showed their true nature as cowards and traitors. These conflicts drove Amalay and Grol together as some of the only trustworthy people the other knew. While annoying each other greatly, but being present whenever they needed it, this blossomed into a somewhat sibling-like relationship.
Eventually things came to a head when a band of mercenaries brought the two of them on board for escorting yet another merchant caravan. This, however turned out to be a massive betrayal. Upon waking from a drugged stupor, found that everyone had been sold as slaves with the exception of the band of mercenaries that had hired them. Once they freed themselves and overpowered the slavers, Amalay and Grol called it quits as mercenaries and joined the much more trustworthy (if not as well traveled or well paid) Hunters.
Personality: Eclectic tastes, Weird, Mischievous, Humble
Innocent, kind, and playful; she comes across rather child-like.
However, she has an accusatory edge and a thorough level of self-righteousness.
She very impulsive.
People assume that there isn’t much practical information rolling around her head, but she has mastery over her own obscure studies.
Peaceful, she finds dismembering and killing enemies low, even for those who had it coming.
Weapon Skill/choice: Staff with a fern frond in the end. It can be configured to entangle, crush, slash, or pierce.
Notable Abilities:
 Amalay is incredibly fast and nimble. When coupled with her menial mental discipline, it makes her unfit to function as a fighter. Even so, she is very difficult to strike due to her cunning and nimbleness. Her adeptness of body makes her a fantastic climber, acrobat, gymnast, sprinter, and also difficult to restrain or bind. She has learned how to compliment this with a good sense of balance as well as contortions and swimming, enabling her to navigate places that people normally consider to be impossible.
 These boots enable her to jump several stories high, and prevent breaking bones upon landing. (No, she's not a gummy bear, think of Jedi Force Jump.) While they can be used as many times as the wearer wishes, after being disoriented upon landing, and finding a safe path to jump, and finally coupled with intentional use, this makes for it impractical to use rapidly. Likewise, one of these jumps requires the effort of a normal jump, therefore bouncing down a road is particularly tiring.
(Somnance is a special effect.) Elves can learn how to transfigure opponents into harmless indigenous life when an opponent is defeated, and it acts much like a residual electrical charge instead of injury. This really doesn’t change anything in the mechanics of the game, the charge is healed in the same amount of time it takes someone to heal naturally, and are only transfigured when fully out of the picture. So, instead of a corpse left behind, is a racoon or a tree or other harmless form of life.