Anyways here's my final draft for the Bloodmage,
Not since the bloodthirsty kings of Ragnorlon has so much blood been spilt in the name of sacrifice. The cult of the Bloodmages was responsible for the sacrificial death of entire townships in an ill-fated attempt to resurrect there undead lord Azuriel. But their unholy ritual was brought to a halt by the Holy order of the Paladins who captured and drowned anyone who was touched by Azuriel’s taint. But the dead do not always stay dead, and what was a powerful cult in life is now unstoppable in death. It is said every death that a Bloodmage bares witness too feeds the burning fires of Azuriel, so he shall rise again spreading death and hatred once more.
gonna try my hand at the warlord now. heres what I got:
War breeds its own lords, while a king may sit on a throne it is the warlord who has complete military control on the field of battle. His men live and die by his command, sacrificing everything they know in life at his whim. In this vicious and brutal way can a group of fighting men attain more than the sum of their individual parts becoming far more effective than they would otherwise. Rival warlords are no less ruthless, and as a consequence the poison kiss of an assassins blade is an occupational hazard that some have come to regret.
Heres what I got for the undead liche, any editing is appreciated. (I even worked in ragnorlon adding that it was an undead city, though I'm not entirely happy with the way it sounds):
The Ritual of Endless Night weaves its pattern of Black Magic over the mage just as if the undead city of Ragnorlon still stood. That life ends in death is but a trivial nuisance to those of the necromantic arts, whose crazed visions now drive this unholy rite of passage. With one last spasm the body tries to reject all that is unnatural but too late, it has passed to undeath. Such is every Undead Liche reborn into life not living, stillborn have they become, those who now walk the lands spreading darkness in their wake.
And here something for the centaur veteran:
Once meant for greatness, the chosen sons of Centaurs now know only war for survival. Their ascendancy in ruin along with what was once their great nation; Centaurs now live as nomadic tribes etching out a brutal life in an unforgiving landscape. Centaur veterans are the protectors of their tribes, preserving their lineage through their intensity in battle. A harsh and unforgiving life has built the Centaur Veteran into a capable foe, whose thundering charge into battle is rightly feared.
well thats it for now, tell me what u think.
[This message has been edited by Stillborn (edited 11-28-2005 @ 06:25 PM).]