herrJJ

Hello everyone,

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I am 29 years old and actually in to build my own MOCs. More to come in the future. I am especially interested in most of the clasic sets and I love the Winter Village sets. Just finished cleaning up my old LEGO bricks I got from my mothers attick.

HEROICA - Character

Nessa Anárion is a 59 years old female elven Ranger. Due to her own story she is not gifted in elven traditions and colloquial forms.

Link to her first appearance in the Heroica Hall.

Story of her life

^{(Nessa's story will be extended while playing HEROICA. Also there will be a little real bricking to illustrate her background)}

She woke from a dreamless slumber. It was in the midst of the night. The campfire already was burnt down. She remembered... the dwarf stole her gem; it was her last keepsake of her village – of her family…

Nessa Anárion's home von herrJJ auf Flickr

“I lived with my family in the northern woods. We were living in a small settlement with some other elves. We separated from our clan quite a lot of time ago, my mother told me. I never knew why, but I never cared about it. She often told me about ancient times, when the elven clans were living united and in perfect harmony.

In the lands von herrJJ auf Flickr

One day I was away from home gathering some fruit and mushroom. I was very excited; it was my first trip alone. On my way back home I had a strange feeling. I didn’t knew what it was but it made my mind shake.

Vendetta von herrJJ auf Flickr

When I came near the houses I realized smoke rising through the treetops. I started to run home. As I arrived at our shelter I saw it; and it shocked me. Everything was burnt down. My father was dead; executed by a sword. Then I saw her. My mother was lying on the ground. She perceived me and her face lit up. “I’m glad to see you for my last sight. Don’t worry; we will go to the great halls of our ancestors. We will meet there; in peace and harmony.” I started to cry. “Hush, my little girl. You have to be strong now. Here, take this gem – and keep it in remembrance of your origin.” With her last breath she gave me the bijou. It was an Opal – and it became my precious.

Wooden Hideout von herrJJ auf Flickr

After all that I started wandering through the lands. Several decades later I still not knew where I should go. One night I was hiding in the forest. I had a terrifying dream – the same dream I had often since the day I lost my family. I woke up. I needed some time to realize where I was. Confused I was looking around and saw him; just a small shadow fading in the night. I didn’t recognize what this meant but soon I knew. When checking my equipment I was absolutely shocked. It was gone. My precious was gone - stolen!

[NEW PART OF THE STORY: FLASHBACK ENDED ]

Now I had a goal to reach. I wanted to hunt down this foul thief at any price. I swore vengeance - and this became my fate.

I tried to remember everything I’ve seen. There was a small person with a quite strange hat holding a wand or anything like this in his hand. I followed him, but due to my lacking skills of pathfinding I lost my target in the woods. But I didn’t forget my pledge. So I travelled through the land, saw vast plains, great lakes and icy mountains. But there was no sign of that villain. At the southern end of the Waldurk Forrest, near the Mountains of Nathuz I heard some rumors about a small being travelling the area. So I finally had a hint.

Drandora Bar von herrJJ auf Flickr

Quite a time after that all happened I arrived in Drandora when the sun set down. Though its size was not very impressive it was a crowded place. I never really had much contact to other livings though. I indeed learned the universal language but I haven’t used it in a while. I even haven’t spoken in a while, too. I decided to visit the local inn to get something to know about my target. I entered that old, run-down building and hid in a corner. Suddenly a new group of hiker entered the inn. They were loud and disgusting. They ordered some mugs of beer and as the night approached they got drunk, and louder… and even more disgusting. I overheard their conversation. They talked about a little guy they saw rushing off the beaten path. Now they got my attention! “Weh, an’ d’ you rememb’r dat li’l guy f’om yes’erday? Oooooh, ‘e wazz such a cutie. Wit’ his li’l hat and ‘is li’l stick an’ dat glow’n stone… Eeeeh, barsh’eper - mo’ beer here!” Did I hear it right? Were they talking about the thief? I became impatient. I took my belongings and got on my way. I had a trail and I was willing to get back what is mine.”

That was the day before. After sleeping some hours, she started to find out more. Shortly after starting again she came in contact with several people - most human. “I must have been travelled a long distance from my homeland to see those livings”, she thought to herself. Some of them remembered the dwarf - as she had learned - who was heading towards a place called Eubric. She never had heard of that place - and didn’t mind either; there was only the thirst for vengeance. So she took a seatrip to that promising place. Some time later she arrived.