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''"The rules of survival never change, whether you're in a desert or in an arena." - Bear Grylls''
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==Biography==
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'''Glebe'''<br>
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Elven psion (Gladiator Theme)
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I am Glebe, thespian, thief and bruiser.  Before the arena, I was the distraction in the marketplace that would allow my family to empty your pockets.  Look at me!  Look at me as I pantomime, sing and dance and give us your coin, willingly or not.  We would have it in the end.  And if one sought retribution for our clever thievery, I would welcome them to come and find me after the show.  Then I would teach them how to fly.
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Sadly, misfortune was on the horizon for this poor and humble artist.  A Templar was unknowingly amongst our audience, and he did take offense to our show.  Once revealed, we did scatter, but I was not fast enough this time. 
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And now I am a slave, destined to die in glory, my blood upon the sand in the gladiatorial arena.
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No.  I do not like that ending to my story.  I plan to rewrite it using the blood of my adversaries.  When I am done, I will use that Templar's hide to bind the tale into a book.
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Latest revision as of 20:04, 25 June 2013

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"The rules of survival never change, whether you're in a desert or in an arena." - Bear Grylls

Biography

Glebe

Elven psion (Gladiator Theme)

I am Glebe, thespian, thief and bruiser. Before the arena, I was the distraction in the marketplace that would allow my family to empty your pockets. Look at me! Look at me as I pantomime, sing and dance and give us your coin, willingly or not. We would have it in the end. And if one sought retribution for our clever thievery, I would welcome them to come and find me after the show. Then I would teach them how to fly.

Sadly, misfortune was on the horizon for this poor and humble artist. A Templar was unknowingly amongst our audience, and he did take offense to our show. Once revealed, we did scatter, but I was not fast enough this time.

And now I am a slave, destined to die in glory, my blood upon the sand in the gladiatorial arena.


No. I do not like that ending to my story. I plan to rewrite it using the blood of my adversaries. When I am done, I will use that Templar's hide to bind the tale into a book.


Stats

Glebe-1.jpg Glebe-2.jpg Glebe-3.jpg Glebe-4.jpg Glebe-5.jpg Glebe-6.jpg