Scarabfest 2011. Woo!

Here's a place to post all your pics from Scarabfest 2010.

This means you. Do it. Now.

*does the Jedi mind trick*

ScarabFest 2010. Boom baby!

Scarabs retell memories from previous games.

Scarabfest 2009, Houston, Texas. Booyah!

The insanity continues on Memorial Day 2008.

Read Rumncoke's awesome biography!

The Story of Rumncoke

The light was so very bright…that was how I awoke. I sat up and looked around; my head swam with many questions. Where was I? Why am I under a dock? Where are most of my cloths? Why does my head hurt so much? And I sat there and pondered these questions a horrible thought settled upon me…Where is home? And for that matter, who am I?
Suddenly I hear this odd snarling sound and look up to see this odd little fish creature running towards me snapping its jaws with some sort sword waving around at me. I jump up and run as fast as I kind, I suddenly feel this odd tingle all over, but as I was rather scared I ignored it and just kept running. Suddenly it felt as if I had crashed into some sort of stone wall, then I was on the ground again. I looked up to see a ship’s guard standing over me. He grabbed me by my shoulders, set me back on my feet and asked “Whoa there Priestess, are you ok? What is after you that you are not even looking at where you are running to?” All I could do what blink at him, he called me a Priestess…”Why do you think I’m a Priestess, sir?” The guard just sort of pointed at my general direction and tells me, “Only Priests and Priestess can cast shields like that one”. For half a moment we just look at each oddly, until I heard the snarling again, I turn and with a little scream I saw black smoke come from hands and suddenly the odd little creature started to choke and writhe in pain. The guard chuckled and with one swing, he buried his sword into the spine of the horrible creature and it died quickly. As he wiped the blood off his sword using a handful of grass he looked at me strangely, “That was a Murloc, and you are most defiantly a Priestess, you almost choked that creature to death with your shadow words, do you have a name Priestess?” I could only shake my head and I tried unsuccessfully to hold back the tears. I looked down at what was left of my dirty and torn clothing and then back at the dock where I woke up. Once I had calmed down some I suddenly felt this odd sensation all over, it seemed to be strongest in my hands. I looked down in shock to find my hands glowing with pure white light, suddenly all of the cuts, scrapes, and bruises were totally healed and gone, my head even didn’t hurt anymore. I could only stare in wonder at my hands, and at the ship’s guard.

Check out Meniva's hot biography!

Hunden's awesome writings!

Check out Miri's EQ Bio.

Blackrabbit's amazing writings!

Behold the glory of ScarabFest 2007!

Tiassa's Amazing Artwork

Amazing Race description goes here.

Name: Xarsis Riftwalker
Race: Human
Class: Wizard
Sex: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 170
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black

Xarsis' Story

How it Began

It is dark and rainy, raining hard while I write this. I always had some innate abilities in my youth. It was that small amount of power that made me misunderstood. Lighting, what power. Could I control such power. I loved the rain. It was hard when I was young, They never understood, Human children rarely did, the master of the orphanage knew there was something "Different" about me, and he made it clear to the children that I was "Different". Children are very cruel, but I can't blame them, nor the adults that looked over us, they could not understand, and they feared what they did not understand. I had no friends to confide in really, so the day of the "incident" was especially cold and lonely. The children were being especially cruel that day, one of the Dirt balls meant for me broke the orphanage masters window, all the blame came down on me, I could not think , yelling, screaming at me, Un Just, Un Warranted, "Stop, It was not me!!" no one listened, Anger, Fear, RAGE. the last thing I heard him say "thunder? there are no clouds." In a Flash of light power and rage he was gone. It was me, I didn't know what was going to happen , I was afraid. Men in robes entered the small detention room I was held in, "How long child?" I didn't know what to answer. "when did you first know you were not the same, Little One?", "All my life sir." I looked in his eyes. I saw nothing but empathy, He knew my pain, "I will take him in my self" he said to the others, never taking his eyes from mine. As we were leaving the orphanage It began to rain "What a lovely day, isn't it Little One?". (to be continued)

Name: Venomm Quickstrike
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Warrior
Sex: male
Height : 5'2"
Weight: 125
Eye color: brown
Hair color: brown

Venomm's Story

In a small village lived a blacksmith with his wife and only son. For years helping his father in the small forge was his life and he enjoyed it. The only times he was in trouble was when he set off traps so hunters could not catch anything. He believed that hunting should only be for survival and not for sport. His father taught him how to fight with swords and spears and bows, however it was the hammer that the boy liked. His father said he made it out of a rock that fell from the sky. The boy became proficient on the hammer and used it to set off traps set by big game hunters.

Read Treewhisper's Biography.

Name: Ticarro Kinslayer
Class: Warrior
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 245
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Alignment: Neutral Good

Ticarro's Story

My childhood was uneventful... youngest son of a minor nobleman. And as the youngest son the chances of me holding title in House Aak'Sahn were very slim indeed. So it was decided at the age of 12 that I was to enter the priesthood, my father, being a noble pulled some strings and I was admitted into the Temple of Marr.

I spent 2 years as an acolyte, and when I proved more agile, and stronger than the other children did. (Not to mention a bit more of a temper) the priests requested the Hall of Truth take me on as a squire.

Name: Dame Seneby Truthsinger
Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Sex: Female
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Eyes: Unknown
Hair: Unknown

Seneby's Story

Seneby didn't always want to be a Paladin. As a small child she wanted the same things that all little girls want; to grow up & marry a charming prince & have many children while living in a castle. Sadly that dream was just like any other dream; a dream. Seneby's parents were tailors by nature & thus she learned some of the trade as part of her chores. The older she got the more chores she seemed to have & the less time to be a little girl; reality of life was slowly setting in.

Name: Sir Selgus Truefist
Race: Dwarf
Class: Paladin of Underfoot
Sex: Male
Age: 250 years
Height: 4' 6"
Weight: 350 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown

Selgus' Story

Selgus was raised in the prosperous clan holding of the Truefist, his father being the famous Hagnus Truefist, brewer extraordinare, and his mother Bertrude Truefist, a cleric of some renown. Hagnus always was at odds with his wife in private over her wandering adventures amongst the mountains of Butcher Block, healing the sick and fighting the encroaching goblins. However, Bertrude's father was the clan's chieftain, and she was his only child, so Hagnus had to live with her adventures as he stayed within the walls of the Truefist hold and brewed as his forefathers had before him for countless generations. As Selgus grew, he watched his mother on countless occasions prepare her armor and weapons for battle. Her kind face set in a hard mask as she oiled her well worn chainmail, and polish her warhammer. Her honey colored hair was plaited and tied tightly behind her head so as to not obscure her vision in the heat of battle. Whenever she saw her young son staring at her, she would smile, and his heart would soar with glee. Seeing her face set for battle scared young Selgus, his mother was always a warm and caring woman at home. But the tales he had heard of her in battle frightened him. In one such tale, she had faced a goblin wizard. She blinded the vile creature before it could finish its first incantation and promptly crushed its skull with her great hammer. Its scalp hung from a banner in the great hall. His heart swelled with pride when she came home with such trophies for the clan hall, and as he sat at the table for countless feasts in her honor. Always Hagnus was there, joyous his wife returned unscathed, yet always worry creased his brow. He feared for her safety, and secretly began to train as a warrior to try and help his wife in battle. Hagnus was big for a dwarf, nearly a full five feet in height and weighing well over 400 pounds, years of lifting full kegs of ale had made his muscles solid and his body had very little fat upon it, despite his love for his own products. As he clumsily struggled through warrior training unknown to his wife, Burtrude continued to hunt the goblins in the hills and gain in knowledge and power. Over time, Selgus grew to young manhood and began to secretly watch his father in his training. As much as he admired his mother for her healing powers, he was enthralled by the way his huge father moved with a sword well over his own height in his hands. His father had become skilled in the use of the two handed sword, and Selgus knew that was what he wanted to do when he grew older.

Name: Sir Sedrick McQuick
Race: Dwarf
Class: Paladin
Sex: Male
Height: 4'8"
Weight: 195 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red

Sedrick's Story

"That's a nasty bump!" This is my first memory,spoken by a human Paladin; Sir Peabodi LeSinclaire. He discovered my unconscious body while wandering the Butcherblock mountains. I had no recolection of who I was, what I was doing or what happened to me! Sir Peabodi gave me a "temporary" name; SEDRICK, then took me to the Paladin guild of Kaladim. He asked them to care for me and help me find my past, promising to return he continued on his travels of Norath.

Name: Savatchio Daaven
Class: Monk
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 153
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown/Black
Facial Hair: None

Savatchio's Story

"Tis a mistake, old friend."

Puab's words softly filled the room overlooking the Theater of the Tranquil. Outside morning exercises were taking place with all the learning members of the Ashen Order practicing their skills. Oddly enough, there were no onlookers today, which was not surprising to Puab though, considering what had happened two mornings before. Usually the practice was silent as the autumn, with the punches, strikes, and kicks sounding like the wind rushing through dead leaves. Yet, the occasionally taunt and chuckle was heard from a pair of recruits in the corner of the courtyard, just past the small bridge over the aqueduct. Puab's eyes focused on the two children, one determined and parsing his lips in frustration, the other smiling broadly, enjoying the sparring as a game. Asnod's words finally broke the silence of the room.

Name: Sallapus Shadowstalker
Class: Rogue
Race: Gnome
Sex: Male
Age: 103
Height: 3'4
Weight: 30 kg
Eyes: Greenish Blue
Hair: White (What's left of it)
Facial Hair: Well kept moustache
Distinguishing habit: likes to jump ALL the time (probably has something todo with being shorter than everyone)

Sallapus's Story

Growing up in Ak'Anon, I spent most of my life drudging the halls of Library Mechanamagica studying the ways of the wizard which bored me half to death(reading books for years on end does get old quick). I so much longed to get out and explore the world I lived in, but my parents, cousins to King Ak'Anon would not hear of it, and insisted on my staying in the library. Because of their stubbornness (we Gnomes can get that way) the only way for me to get out and explore was to sneak out of the library and stay unnoticed to everyone else (after all, everyone knew who I was after nearly burning down the library after one of my fire bolts that went astray, torched one of the clockworks) After doing this for some time, I came to find a home away from home in the Abbey of Deep Musing where I found many a good rogue that I came to learn a great deal from. Being home to quite a few clerics as well,it was quite nice to get rid of all the nicks and scratches I might have gotten from my nights adventures.

Name: Ozwyn MacLean
Race: Human
Class: Cleric
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Brown

Ozwyn MacLean's Story

Distinguishing marks or tattoos

Scarab guild tattoo - right arm.

Biography

Ozwyn's journey into the Clerical following and Scarab was a most peculiar one by any standard.

His father was Bjorn Kalita, a notably savage and brutal Warrior, who delighted in raiding innocents and other banditry. His mother was a prisoner/victim of his father, and died when he was four.

He did not start out very well. As soon as he could walk, his father had him join a gang of bandit children who robbed graves and broke into people's houses, and other acts of common burglary.