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Post by RAIVEN on Jun 23, 2006 0:39:25 GMT -7
I intend to use this space to tell the stories of valor and triumph especially of the individual, a short profile or vignette if you will; a picture, in words of the warriors of COC/CTC/SOC. Make no mistake
We are here
We are ready
We are COC/CTC/SOC
May your place in Chaos' army always be there for the taking and may you dance always with dragons
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Post by RAIVEN on Jun 23, 2006 0:41:42 GMT -7
G_3
In a back room of the old inn he sat studying maps and considering strategies...
A new team! But really they were all old comrades. They'd just never been united under one banner before.
He watched the hustle and bustle of his Captains and Lieutenants coming and going; bringing field information or stopping to give a word of encouragement.
He could feel his heart race with the excitement of the new venture! Long considered the strongest warrior in the land, he wondered if he could live up to these men's expectations. Sure he'd done more than most- slayed more dragons and lizards then some had ever seen; travelled everywhere; fought in many battles.
Yes, even led a small group of rebels.
But this was different....
"General, sir?"
"Yes, Captain," he replied absently.
He looked up to see his Captains and Lieutenants at attention before him-
"AT YOUR SERVICE SIR!"
He closed the old tome, covered as it was in dust, blew on it and placed it back on a shelf, next to the old campaign maps. How long ago that now seems. How fearless they all were! So many lost to war or magic. Chaotica, lost to sorcery and beguilement returned but never had the same drive or ambition. An empty shell of a man, he was now lost forever in reverie and disillusionment.
yaWn was the shapeshifter, loyal to the core but volatile and unpredictable. Once again he had travelled into the faraway lands to return only for brief moments and just as quickly he would be gone, back into some netherworld.
JURNYMAN, his power all but destroyed by his own inner turmoil, lived nearby and would still lend word of encouragement fromtime to time or sage advice when needed.
Ironman and Spunkie, were both off on a campaign in a faraway land. Occasional messages would arrive but their delivery was slow and erratic due to the near insurmountable difficulty of breeching the great distance.
Jagan, the keeper of tales, gone as well, taken by Chaos into some abyss he was sure. Her daughter now slowly taking on the role of clan bard.
They had come a long way, all of them. So many stories left untold. So many souls buried in his heart. He was now Old Guard in the world as well as the revered leader of his clan. So many of the young leaders looked to him for advice or challenged him with all the cockiness of their youth. They would learn. He chuckled thinking of his own youth and bravado. Was that so long ago?
Coming into the room all a- bustle and chatting rapidly, Starry broke him out of his musings and placed a tankard of ale on his table. She stood behind his chair and placed an arm across his shoulders.
"What are you reading, my pet?"
"Just reviewing the roster and looking over the biographies of some of the new recruits. I just want to see how we can best utilize their individual talents."
"These are volatile times. Our adversary gone. Who knows who will replace him? Chaos is terse as always. He is waiting for something, G. I do not know what and it worries me, greatly."
"Our little world just changed, how much remains yet to be seen. Come sit next to me, my sweet and help me go over these records of service." He smiled at her, eyes twinkling as they always did, belying the troubles and torments his soul had borne over the years. "Another new beginning...."
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Post by RAIVEN on Jun 23, 2006 0:46:20 GMT -7
He was not born to the darkness as were some. In fact his early years were quite idyllic. His parents were honourable, kindly people. That is until his father was unjustly accused of murder and executed, though innocent of the crime. This, coupled with some intrigue, started him on his adventures across the land.
He was a relatively new recruit to the clan and it sometimes surprised even himself to be here. Pledging allegiance to Chaos, whom he believed to quite possibly be a demon of some sort was at first foreign to his soul and would have gone against every fibre of his being. Had it not been for yelosnow that is.
Yes. That hapless ne'er do well. His encounter with that rogue, which quite possibly could have ended in his own death, instead forged itself into an association of respect and admiration.
Through a lengthy course of events he had come into possession of the yelosnow diaries and having read it, came to realize a few things he had never even considered before. Inside this rough, lawless man who would kill you for a few pence for his next meal and walk away from the corpse unconcerned by any sense of guilt, there was a sense of loyalty and strangely enough- a kind of honour.
It was through this uneasy friendship that he began to meet some other followers of Chaos. And he came to a realization; even in the darkness there can be found a light and sometimes the light is shadowed by darkness.
He made a petition to join the clan {COC}. Both surprised and elated by the acceptance, he began at long last to feel he had found a home again.
May you dance always with dragons
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Post by RAIVEN on Jul 1, 2006 14:20:50 GMT -7
G_3 looks up from his reading for a moment and pulls the next transcript from the stacks of service records.
"This one is interesting," he says, handing the pages over to Starry, "This guy gave up everything to travel to this land. Now he is one of the elite in the ranks of Chaos' army."
ACIDBATH
It was true. He was born to a distant world. One so far away that it could only be reached through the imagination or so it seems to him now. He had been a young soldier there; forging his way through the world, battling monsters, exploring new places. A world he had come to know well but one that was slowly dying. Gone were the hugely populated cities, the bustling towns, the caravans of merchants, clowns and storytellers. More and more, the land seemed barren, deserted, desolate. The once verdant country side was now dead, barren, empty.
One day, while stopping in at a town that had become nothing more than an outpost, he learns of a distant land, one that was bustling and vibrant, alive with the hopes and dreams and ambitions of the teeming crowds. One that invited only the bravest, most valiant warrior to test his mettle.
He thinks long and hard about this new place. Did it really exist or was it just some tale told by lonely drunks in desolate bars? The more he thinks about this new, unknown land, the more it entrances him and captures his imagination.
Time passes and although he has grown stronger and wealthier, he has no use for riches. His existence is a lonely one and he struggles to keep up hope. Just when his resolve to survive has reached its nadir, he meets a wizard who tells him the secret to entering this new land.
"Now you must give up everything, young man. All of your possessions, all of your wealth. You must start again as a young cadet with nothing more than a satchel of 100 gold, in a strange world filled with monsters. But all of your knowledge will remain intact."
It seems to him a lot to pay. Everything he has except... his soul. But in the end he deems the rewards worth it and he agrees.
He arrives in the world of Shade fresh and young again; full of the excitement and vigour a new adventure brings. He works his way through the ranks and even participates in the massive effort to open the portal in the distant town of Bal Tor. While there, he learns of the powers given to the followers of Chaos and is fascinated by their superior strength and abilities to thrive in this harsh enviroment and chooses to follow in his army. As his strength grows, he decides to ask admittance to the elite corps of {COC} and is accepted into their ranks.
He continues to work hard and is rewarded with growing wealth and allegiances. Finally, the day comes, when Chaos asks him if he feels he is ready to join his army as a Lich. He replies, he is. His destiny is now set. He is one of Chaos' Own.
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