Post by Loendal on Jan 11, 2014 5:18:23 GMT -5
I was reading through my stories on here earlier tonight and realized that I really enjoyed writing and having a character to portray. I really do miss the days of seemingly endless hours of being someone else. It also occurred to me that nobody here really “knows” who Loendal is, but have seen the name on all the posts I put up on here and a few other places. I thought perhaps it was time his story was told, before I wind up forgetting it all.
Loendal is my longest running continuous character; I first created him back in the long long years past when I first starting getting into Dungeons and Dragons, which was when I was around 9 or 10 years old. He wasn't really living and breathing as a character though until later in my life when I came in contact with the IRC roleplaying channel #BlkDragon*Inn. I flourished there, and was completely obsessed. This was back around the early 90's somewhere, while I was still working at UPS. There is such a thing as internet addiction, and I had it. I would get off UPS around 9 or 10, come home, get a shower and then immediately get onto the IRC and take over the phone line for my dial up modem. I would stay up until around 6 or 7 AM on the IRC. Not just idling around, doing nothing, but actually roleplaying those infinite hours. I would go to sleep (Often just falling asleep at my computer desk) and then wake up around 11 AM, get RIGHT back onto the IRC and play until it was time to go to work around 3:30 pm. Lather, Rinse, Repeat for something like 2 or 3 years straight.
80% of Loendal's story comes from those IRC days, as accurately as I can remember roleplaying them, I plan to write them into one contiguous story; it might even have enough depth to warrant trying to get it published someday (Yea, right!
). Loendal has been married twice, had at least 3 children, owned a small wooden cabin in the woods and some surrounding land. He has been wounded numerous times, has a terminal handicap in his left leg, and his own table and brandy storage in the back corner of the Black Dragon Inn. He has been slain and reincarnated, eventually to return as his former self (Strange things happen in the BDI sometimes ). He had many friends who were as consistently connected to the BDI as he was, all of whom have long since gone away. He is the only character I've ever had that I have aged, and when I play him in the Black Dragon Inn these days, I have him take on the role of the old, weather-worn, battle-weary veteran as opposed to the vibrant, friendly, honorable, aggressive, drunken brawler he started out as. The BDI has changed too much for me to ever really be comfortable in there any more, and the people who play now are usually logged in and silent inside the channel. However, he now walks with the help of a tall walking stick and has a persistent limp for which there is no cure; his left foot all but drags along behind him and he moves slowly.
Anyway, I thought it would be a good time to post up some of his story here. I've actually written two parts of the same story, but spaced many years apart. The first of which is one I call Upon Dragon's Wings, which tells the story of his early childhood and young adult life. It is very much incomplete. The second is set much later in his life, as it's intended to be a later chapter in the story. In this second story he actually learns what it means to be the Avatar of this deity I created called The Dragonlord, the divine purpose he has to play in the world, and from where The Dragonlord comes from and why dragons are the way they are (And how they used to be!). The Dragonlord is sort of an extension into another dimension of the same deity in other worlds that represents dragons; Io, Bahamut, Paladine and any others that I may not know about.
Loendal is very special to me; and I have to admit to a certain amount of nervousness at putting up his story. I recall starting to work on it somewhere around 20 some odd years ago, and it may have some poor writing in there. I can see the subtle differences in my writing style later in life as opposed to when I wrote the greater portion of this, and hopefully get some slack cut for it I think the last time I actually sat down and did much with the story was perhaps 5 years ago, after my ex-wife found it on an old hard drive and sent it to me. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to any comments (good or bad)
Loendal is my longest running continuous character; I first created him back in the long long years past when I first starting getting into Dungeons and Dragons, which was when I was around 9 or 10 years old. He wasn't really living and breathing as a character though until later in my life when I came in contact with the IRC roleplaying channel #BlkDragon*Inn. I flourished there, and was completely obsessed. This was back around the early 90's somewhere, while I was still working at UPS. There is such a thing as internet addiction, and I had it. I would get off UPS around 9 or 10, come home, get a shower and then immediately get onto the IRC and take over the phone line for my dial up modem. I would stay up until around 6 or 7 AM on the IRC. Not just idling around, doing nothing, but actually roleplaying those infinite hours. I would go to sleep (Often just falling asleep at my computer desk) and then wake up around 11 AM, get RIGHT back onto the IRC and play until it was time to go to work around 3:30 pm. Lather, Rinse, Repeat for something like 2 or 3 years straight.
80% of Loendal's story comes from those IRC days, as accurately as I can remember roleplaying them, I plan to write them into one contiguous story; it might even have enough depth to warrant trying to get it published someday (Yea, right!
). Loendal has been married twice, had at least 3 children, owned a small wooden cabin in the woods and some surrounding land. He has been wounded numerous times, has a terminal handicap in his left leg, and his own table and brandy storage in the back corner of the Black Dragon Inn. He has been slain and reincarnated, eventually to return as his former self (Strange things happen in the BDI sometimes ). He had many friends who were as consistently connected to the BDI as he was, all of whom have long since gone away. He is the only character I've ever had that I have aged, and when I play him in the Black Dragon Inn these days, I have him take on the role of the old, weather-worn, battle-weary veteran as opposed to the vibrant, friendly, honorable, aggressive, drunken brawler he started out as. The BDI has changed too much for me to ever really be comfortable in there any more, and the people who play now are usually logged in and silent inside the channel. However, he now walks with the help of a tall walking stick and has a persistent limp for which there is no cure; his left foot all but drags along behind him and he moves slowly.Anyway, I thought it would be a good time to post up some of his story here. I've actually written two parts of the same story, but spaced many years apart. The first of which is one I call Upon Dragon's Wings, which tells the story of his early childhood and young adult life. It is very much incomplete. The second is set much later in his life, as it's intended to be a later chapter in the story. In this second story he actually learns what it means to be the Avatar of this deity I created called The Dragonlord, the divine purpose he has to play in the world, and from where The Dragonlord comes from and why dragons are the way they are (And how they used to be!). The Dragonlord is sort of an extension into another dimension of the same deity in other worlds that represents dragons; Io, Bahamut, Paladine and any others that I may not know about.
Loendal is very special to me; and I have to admit to a certain amount of nervousness at putting up his story. I recall starting to work on it somewhere around 20 some odd years ago, and it may have some poor writing in there. I can see the subtle differences in my writing style later in life as opposed to when I wrote the greater portion of this, and hopefully get some slack cut for it
I think the last time I actually sat down and did much with the story was perhaps 5 years ago, after my ex-wife found it on an old hard drive and sent it to me. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to any comments (good or bad)
