yelosnow
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Post by yelosnow on May 12, 2005 15:11:51 GMT -7
Yelow woke up at the but crack of noon at the nachtsburg inn's econo suite to raspy voiced old woman pounding on his door “housekeeping. . . .housekeeping..”. The pounding was comparable to the thumping in his head. . due to the previous nights revelry in the pub. He had never had the dangerously tasty brew the orcs trade in.. and probably never would again. He worked up the courage to open his eyes and get going; he had a long day planed and was not off to a good start. After gearing up and getting a quick drink (which tasted like last nights dirty mop water) at the pub to kill the gremlins playing lawn darts in his head, he bought a couple of ice cold pots at the shop for his journey. Upon leaving town he was greeted with the harsh realization that the sun was trying to kill him. Now this was new territory to yelow whose previous profession as a wandering prophet hadn’t worked out so well(due to being undead and all). So he was new to these lands, he was mainly just getting to know his new surroundings. The area seemed nice if not a little overgrown and wild, with troll droppings everywhere. He soon found a trail to the south and started following it. Soon he came upon a rag tag group of orc’s led by a brute of a troll. The troll started yammering to his pint sized cohorts who subsequently surrounded yelow. The troll spoke with a guttural drawl “give muny or Sloth squash u”, to which yelow responded “Sir, the “muny” I have has been hard earned and if you want it, I am afraid you are going to have to take it!” and pulled out his newly acquired Krynn. Well trolls being the slow creatures they are didn’t quite get it till yelow cracked him upside the head. After he dispatched the troll with a few whacks from the Krynn, the orcs which everyone knows lack organizational skills were quickly finished off. It seemed a fitting time to sit back have a cold pot and rest a sec, for his head was still throbbing. After his short respite he picked up the trail and began following it again. Yelow started humming a little tune as he walked the trail “theres a place in france where the… hmmnn hmnm dance dad a daa”. He was feeling better so decided to pick up the pace and began a jaunty run. He rounded a bend to see another group of orcs surrounding a new beast the likes of which he had never seen….. it looked something like a large yellow upside-down rack of lamb with a red eye. Well he was already toe to toe with the new creature and had his krynn out, so he figured he would swing first and ask questions later. After taking substantial damage from the orcs and not even grazing the unidentified beast, he noticed a wizened little face peering out of the creature, soon followed by a shrill voice “WHAT ARE YOU DOING JACKHOLE KILL THOSE BLASTED ORCS AND HELP ME OUT” well yelow was quite taken aback by this change of events but subsequently began the job of beating the ever loving tar out of each orc, there were questions that needed answering, and he wanted them answered fast! After the dust settled and it was clearly safe a shriveled little gnome hobbled out of the mystery beast. “what in the name of Grimm were you doing attacking that shrine like it was gonna fight back?” and let out a high pitched peal of laughter……”HHMmmmn” said yelow poking his krynn at the now obviously apparent building. “thought it was some sort of super orc id never seen…” which was responded to with another shriek of laughter. “boy that is a holy place, you go there to repent your sins, MwaHaHaHa” As yellows face turned a deep crimson he thanked the little gnome for his information and set off for that pub in nacht, where he could drown the days misadventure in a bucket of mop water…. Er ale.
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yelosnow
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Post by yelosnow on May 12, 2005 15:16:03 GMT -7
Dear diary:
Last night I hung out at Nachtsburg’s own “House of waffles & G-pots” listening to the stories the local veteran warriors tell, and generally sitting around being lazy. I finished off a fair amount ale before I had the gumption to wander out into the wilds. As I left the club the air was crisp and a light breeze brought me the faint smell of ozone, mage battle had or was being done. I held my Krynn tight and continued towards the edge of town, by the sounds and smells greeting my senses there was going to be one less space in the graveyard on this dark night.
As I neared the very edge of town a sudden and severe silence came over everything, kind of ominous but I just hoped it was my lucky night and I would have an uneventful departure.
But ………. As Murphy would have it as soon as I took one step out the gate I was bombarded by an arcane fury the likes of which id never seen. All I could see were corpses…. Orc’s, trolls, ogers, and humanoids, some burned beyond recognition, some frozen solid in blocks of ice, even a few with little arc’s of electricity crawling across their twisted bodies. I tried to take all of this in when all of a sudden I was hit with the power of a mages wrath and o what a powerful thing it is, then I noticed a shadowy figure to the south, heard a mumbled incantation and watched as a cloud of acid was barreling down on me…. But my luck might have been still working for the cloud flew right past me grazing me and as I saw it go past I watched it hit full force on another figure to the north, knocking him down. By the time I realized these attacks weren’t aimed at me I was close to loosing consciousness and in dire need of a drink, so hoping that the old warrior’s creed of not fighting inside a town’s gates was still in fashion I dragged my aching body inside the inner wall.
Upon entering I was helped to my feet by a little man of small size but great strength and wisdom. He said “Zandens the name friend, looks like you could have used my services” as he handed me a card. It read:
Come rain or sleet or snow, Zanden the wizard is there to give your arse a tow (price non negotiable)
With a laugh he said “now mind you don’t think my services are cheap or that ill come at any time you call, for I like my health and if there is battle you’d best not call at all, yet if I come in your hour of need, you’d best prepare to answer my greed!” and disappeared in a cloud of smoke smelling faintly of old fish and eggs.
I put the card in my pack and headed off to the waffle house for a shower and and some food, the sounds of the battle still raging behind me. Well my night was done I was battered and tired I could explore some other time. There was ale to drink and new friends to meet!
Ok diary that’s about it just some drinking and cussing were all I left out.
(thanx for reading yel0)
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Post by yelosnow on May 12, 2005 15:18:16 GMT -7
Dear Diary:
Today was an interesting day, ahem well if you call falling in a hole getting chased by 20 or so orcs a and a foul tempered arch mage and somehow ending up neck deep in a swamp interesting… well I am getting ahead of my self, ill start at the beginning.
I woke up in a fairly good mood surprisingly, the previous nights activities hadn’t dampened my enthusiasm for this new land one bit. Actually they increased my level of excitement for new adventure, so I could learn how to utilize the strange and powerful forces I saw in action. I headed down to the common room of the inn and asked for my usual “bucket of mop water” … err ale I always get them confused, and sat down to decide my day’s course of action. While I sat at a table in the center of the room enjoying my tepid brew, I watched as two grizzled and battle scarred adventurers entered the room and took seats at the bar. They ordered an entire keg of the vile brew the inn called “ale” and threw a heavy purse to the barkeep. I watched with a wary eye and tried to keep a detached look on my face for these were mortals, and I hadn’t had many “good” dealings with them. I listened carefully as one spoke to the other “what a trip brother that must have been the most eventful run from Byrendale ever.” Byrendale heh I had read stories of the place, well if you call checking out the musings on the bathroom wall reading. The other spoke up after a mighty swallow of ale “aye I almost couldna believe me eye’s when that horde of ogers, trolls, and orcs sprung that ambush. Never seen them work together like that before, musta been a powerful evil force behind them to scare em nuff to work together!”<br>Well I hadn’t ever heard of such a thing myself so my interest was high and continued to listen as they spoke of the waves of foes that fell from the battered blades they both wore and all the treasure that must still be there. Soon the talk sounded like the talk of men to deep in their cups… “it was 60 feet tall an shat fireballs as big as a cow” and so forth… my interest piqued I finished off my “ale” left a generous gratuity for the barmaid for she had given me something gratuitous as well, and headed outside.
I decided I would wander in the direction the warriors spoke of and try and make my way to this Byrendale that so many seemed to be enamored by.
I figured I would take the overland route so as not to put myself out in the open, I had learned the hard way that paths and trails although a great time saver were not always the safest and began my journey over the mountains. It was rough terrain but it seemed easy enough, well after about 2 hours and seemingly no progress (rough terrain indeed!!) I decided to get a little closer to the main road I was paralleling when I noticed smoke and a foul odor coming right out of the ground. I got down on my belly and inched close to the hole as I could and peered in, just as my eyes were adjusting I felt a shift in the earth, I tried to creep away from the edge but to no avail the lip gave way and down I went into the darkness. It wasn’t a long drop but it was quite a shock. As I sat there letting my eyes adjust once again the odor I smelled became ever apparent “ORC’S”. I had fallen into a orc cave, the opening to the hole was a good twenty feet above me and I had no means of escape so I dusted myself off and readied my weapon and began looking for a way out.
I moved uninterrupted for quite some time through the cave system and saw no sign of the foul beasts who’s stench was so overpowering until I rounded a sharp bend in the cave and saw 10 or so orc’s climbing down a ladder, pushing and fighting as they went. I heard one call out in the human tongue that there was something moving on the trail and they better get a move on before it got away. I waited till the last of them was down and crept up to the ladder and silently began to climb down. I followed them for a few paces when I suddenly caught the faint scent of fresh air, finally I was getting somewhere. As I followed them out into the light I heard a guttural snarl from behind me “HUMAN” and saw the largest most strangely dressed orc ever. I knew trouble when I saw it and I was right. The creature started moving his arms in arcane gestures and danced a strange jig, as a small fire ball sputtered its way towards me. I dodged and ran into the clearing the group had disappeared into and was instantly surrounded. I began to hack and slash my way through them as fast as possible when I saw the arch mage step into the fray and began casting at me even though his fellow orc’s were being consumed by the mage fire he was sending in my direction. I fanally was able to clear a path and make good my escape when I was almost knocked off my feet by a fiery blast to my posterior but was able too keep running, my pride singed but on the whole intact.
I ran for some time not even looking behind me for fear that I would see that blasted orc gaining on me. So it was no great surprise when I finally noticed my surrounding had totally changed and I was in the middle of a dark and foreboding swamp. Unashamed of my daring flight from danger I continued on into the swamp and as my great luck would have it I sunk right up to my chest in swamp goo. So there I sat for quite sometime till out of nowhere a man and woman approached, they held themselves in a most regal fashion and at once I knew I was looking at royalty, and they were undead…. I could barely contain myself as I shouted “good Sir and Madam would you be so kind as to help me out of this um… unfortunate situation”. They walked closer and the woman said “what is your name young one” I answered “yelosnow m’am” as I tried to tip my head thoroughly soaking my face in the muck. They both let out hearty laughs and the man spoke up “I am Jurnyman the King of SOC and this is my Queen, how did you come to be in such a situation” I replied “um not to be rude but could we chat after you get me out?” they both let out hearty laughs and said “what makes you think we will help you out” and began to walk away. My brain was not prepared for that answer and I began shouting and cursing. They turned around and with even more laughter said “relax we were just playing, we wouldn’t leave a fellow undead in such a position” and with a wiggle of the Queens fingers I found myself dry and on solid ground…. Royalty indeed and powerful to boot. The king looked at me sternly and said “now tell us your story youngling”<br>I set about telling them everything; I didn’t know what was coming over me I am usually tight lipped when it comes to my dealings with strangers, though they didn’t seem like strangers at all… after my tale was complete and I had answered the kings questions he said “ well you are nowhere near the town of Byrendale in fact you are right near the undead city of Gloomyvale, and your journey though perilous was not a waste”, “why” I asked. He replied “the information you have learned today is something you couldn’t have purchased anywhere for any amount of gold and should thus be appreciated” I knew then that these were people of character that I wanted to emulate, so I asked “Sir might I join your army to fight at your side” with a laugh he said “you already have” and I noticed the crest of SOC had replaced the previously blank spot on my armor. Then he said the thing I love the most “gloomy has some of the best ale in all of shade how bout we go get some and we can swap tall tales” I exclaimed with a hoot “right arm man lets go”.
Well once again diary all I left out was some drinking and cursing, but that’s what was so interesting with my day, and how I came to serve SOC. Maybe ill travel to Byrendale tomorrow, who knows maybe ill fall in a hole and get stuck we shall see…
(thanx for reading yel0)
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Post by yelosnow on May 12, 2005 15:24:51 GMT -7
Dear diary:
Yesterday was dreadful save for the fact I found the “legendary” Byrendale. I got harassed by some “keybler elves” and.. Well let me just start from the beginning.
After a long night of revelry in the Gloomy pub swapping stories with fellow travelers and listening to the great deed’s of the brave warriors that came before me I went to bed with the idea things were going to be good… I had no reason to doubt myself; I had made some new friends, joined an army, and even gained some measure of skill using my new Krynn. I fell asleep a self-assured and confident creature. (note: don’t know why I still sleep I been undead since the accident (save that story for later), hhmmmn must be a bad habit..). I awoke feeling pretty much the same save for usual battle with aftereffects of the previous night’s merriment. (Ill get that dog that keeps biting me one day).
I went to the pub to get a bite to eat and restock my supply of tasty pot’s (I think gloomy’s pots are of a fine vintage) and maybe get a little more traveling info. I sat there eating some cold boar and an over easy dragon egg (three cheers for the farmer that raises those) with a tankard of ale when an eerie silence fell over the common room, and it seemed to get a little darker. I continued to eat because you don’t find a place that cooks up such a fine meal. After a few more moments a man walked in, obviously a man of power, I noticed how his footsteps didn’t make a sound and he didn’t cast a shadow, this could only mean one thing, a Lich, I had heard much of them but never actually seen one. He walked... well more like glided straight towards me. I noticed he also wore the crest of SOC and felt slightly at ease. He said “welcome to the assembly that is SOC brother yelosnow” I replied “ thank you, I am grateful to serve but may I ask your name for you obviously know mine” “my name is not important” he replied and handed me a pouch heavy with coin and a bundle of scrolls with a small leather bound tome. “Inscribe these spells soon and use the coin to keep your gear in good repair” to this generosity I replied “many thanks but I am a simple warrior I nothing of the dark arts” “you have been undead for some time it would behoove you to contemplate mage craft, the dark arts are a stern but generous master” I started to say I didn’t think it was possible but he faded like smoke caught by a strong breeze. I set about the task of learning the names and scrawling the incantations in the small book, my brain was having trouble grasping the spells as were my hands having trouble grasping the tome. It seemed the tighter I held it the more it wriggled and i am sure I saw it jerk a couple of times, upon closer inspection of the book the cover and spine seemed warm to the touch and felt slightly fleshy…. It couldn’t be…no..this was no ordinary grimoire it was bound in human skin, when I looked closely I could almost make out the outline of a face… then it blinked. I set the thing down and contemplated what was going on…I don’t think my existence will ever be the same was the only other thought besides the sudden urge for that arcane power I had witnessed but never wielded. I finished inscribing the spells over another tankard and secured the gold with the book in the hidden pocket in my pouch and set about leaving.
I began to walk at a swift pace and was covering ground easily. After some time I came to a stream that didn’t look too impassible and began to cross via a few well placed yet slippery stones. After making it to the other side I surveyed my surroundings, it looked like pristine grassland yet I could see a massive forest to north east. I walked beside the stream knowing that where there is water there are people and this is likely how I would find Byrendale. I traveled in this manner for some time only seeing a few emaciated wolves and a bear that were all easily dispatched without much trouble; I kept walking and thinking of the days earlier events… Who was that lich,…why did he help me…more to the point did he want something and if he did what was it… when my thought process was suddenly and abruptly ended by a searing pain in my leg. I looked down to see the green shaft of an arrow protruding from my thigh. As another glinted luckily off my armor I searched for my attacker, the land was brushy with some small trees and scrub I couldn’t see how anyone could hide in such an environment let alone successfully attack. When a third arrow with improved aim and force struck me in my shoulder I realized to late what it could only be “keybler elves” I knew they existed but yet again my inexperience had landed me in trouble far greater than my capabilities could handle. You cannot fight an attacker you cannot see so though I liked it not I hobbled more than ran as fast as I could along the streams edge. All the while arrows sinking into the trees and bouncing off the rocks I was using for cover. I looked at the stream as a means of possible escape and began to move towards it as one….two…three arrows found their home in my back and I dodged back behind the rock that was either going to save me or be my tombstone.
I didn’t have many options, I looked to the south and saw open field, the east a small clearing and then scrub trees where my attackers were presumably hiding, to the west was the stream and I knew the outcome of any actions I might take in that direction, but to the north there were more boulders and squatty trees not much for cover but better then my alternatives. As I crept from rock to tree to rock and so forth I felt my strength fading I needed sanctuary and fast. I kept looking and carefully picking my path for I learned the hard way any exposed part of me was a target. I had put my hand on top of a large boulder to help push myself along and was rewarded with an arrow through my wrist... if only these b##tards would fight like men in the open… I was beginning to loose hope when to the north at none to far a distance I thought I saw something.. I did I saw a bridge. This was my chance; I didn’t have much strength left so I would have to run like never before.. I crept to the last boulder and prepared myself for the unknown, there were only two possibilities: I make it across and this becomes one of those tall tales I am so fond of telling and retelling at a warm fire with a glass of ale and some friends.. Or well I didn’t want to think of the other not so pleasant one. I gathered a few small stones and threw them behind me a little ways… sure enough arrows followed them, so I gathered another handful, threw it with all my might and began to run as fast as possible to the bridge.. I could see a warrior in the distance far on the other side of the bridge too far to be able to make anything out. I was mere steps away from the imagined safety of the bridge when an arrow found its way through my armor into lower back; it hit something vital I could feel it. I tried to keep running but my legs didn’t seem to want to listen anymore. I felt another arrow pierce my neck then heard more than felt another thump into my helm… as I sank to my knees I remember thinking I smelled the faint smell of cookies and hearing hi pitched voices and then all was black…<br> My eyes didn’t so much as open when I jumped up and began to swing my fists like a punch-drunk fighter. I stopped as I realized I was as naked as the day I was born. Where was I? Grey swirling mists were all I could see.
I stood there motionless feeling overwhelmed by the strangeness of it all when every emotion I could possible have hit me harder than I could explain.., crippling fear, serene calm, white hot anger, unchained love, and a rage the likes of which I don’t think ill ever be able to put into words. As these feelings washed over my consciousness I hadn’t noticed the cloaked figure standing before me… now I did and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. When I looked at his face I felt dread, comfort and a powerful urge to do whatever it took to make this being happy. With all of these emotions (most of them foreign) boiling inside me, I began to weep, I tried to keep my composure but I couldn’t, I knew I was in the presence of someone greater than all… most likely a god…and I stood there weeping staring at him with no idea what to do when all of a sudden he spoke, his voice was like the sound of a thousand bones breaking, the most fearsome thunderstorm, the last gasp of life from a dieing man, I set my whole being on fire with the power it carried.
I AM CHAOS, YOU EXIST BECAUSE I LET YOU, YOU EXIST TO DO MY BIDDING, AND YOUR TASKS ARE NOT COMPLETE.. GO!!!
I felt a pain like I hadn’t felt since I was a child and all was black again…..
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Post by yelosnow on May 12, 2005 15:27:35 GMT -7
(continued.....)
I woke in the room I had stayed in the previous night in gloomy..totaly naked and without weapons… what was I to do.. the enormity of it all hadn’t quite sunk in when there was a knock on the door.
A dark cloaked arm came through a small crack in the door and threw a cloak in my direction. “dress yourself, you’ll scare the barmaids”. I quickly donned the garment as the stranger came in…. it was the lich. “why in the dark lords name did you go into elf country” he shouted, “I didn’t know” was all I could muster. “never mind that here are your belongings, all accounted for I believe, ill be outside hurry up and get dressed, do not dawdle ill be waiting and I don’t like to wait”. I put on my gear and readied myself as quickly as possible. I didn’t know how the mysterious person had come to have my equipment nor why he cared to give it back. It seemed I didn’t know much of anything at the moment so I finished and walked outside.
He sat there astride a horse with another’s reigns in his hand “mount up youngling, we travel to Byrendale” without a word I climbed onto the horse and that’s how the journey was the rest of the way, not a word was spoken, no questions asked, not even a backward glance in my direction all the way to the gates of a city that could only be Byrendale. Its stench precedes it.. there’s no way that many people can be in one small area and not have some adverse reactions. We stopped short of the entrance as guards walked up to my benefactor and said “you know you’re not welcome here” “if I wanted to enter I would, I don’t, so count your blessings mortal and go back to your post” was his reply. He then looked at me for the first time since the trip began. “I go no further I don’t like this place. You will probably soon be of the same opinion. Go now there is a fine inn with fire and some chilled ale calling your name I suppose” I nodded and dropped to the ground my legs a little unsteady after such a long ride. I began to walk towards the gate all the while looking over my shoulder at the stranger.
I found the inn; it’s where I am sitting now. I also found the ale… I sit here writing this not quite sure what it all means… a god has plans for me…what could they be.. A stranger I know nothing of has helped me in countless ways…
I don’t know what to think. I guess ill drink. Ha I still have my sense of humor, what good that will do me is yet to be seen. I think ill close the book and get on with the merrymaking.
P.S. from now on don’t die! (thanx for reading yel0)
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Post by yelosnow on May 12, 2005 15:29:56 GMT -7
Yesterday was a very good day! Ill get right to it.
I had been a little troubled over the past few days’ incidents and was drowning my sorrows in the pub’s seemingly endless supply of strong dark ale when an interesting conversation caught my ear. Two mortals at an adjacent table were talking of the riches that were overflowing their coffers and spilling from their armories. They talked of “walking fire lizards and baby dragons for money”. I interrupted their banter with a cautious question “what ever do you mean, if you don’t mind, I overheard and that sounds remarkable” their reply was snappish yet informative “if you want to learn more go to Slyythra im sure you can find information there, as for myself I don’t deal with the undead!”.
I purchased a map and set off for sly. I made it all the way to the gates without incident, save for a quick sprint when I saw a band of elves, but otherwise unhindered.
I entered the town and began asking around and as usual the best information was found in the alehouse. A man named Ezhik, a mortal, approached me and said he might have the information I was seeking. I asked if he minded helping the undead and he said “living or dead warriors are warriors”, this was a nice change of pace. He answered my questions and began to tell me of the method for “walking with the reptiles”, after his thorough explanation of how it is a very successful way to hunt the great beasts he asked “are you ready to walk with the dragons”. I laughed and said “why not, im already well acquainted with limbo!” with no hint of mirth he said “you will not die as long as you stay close and do exactly as I say”.
We headed south from the town towards an immense volcano, billowing black smoke dark as chaos’s heart. I could see lava fields in the distance and smell the acrid sulfur tinged breeze that burned my eyes and made my skin tingle. As we neared a great chasm in the face of the volcano he said “when I speak you need not answer just act, tis safer that way” I nodded my understanding and continued following. In the distance I saw the strangest sight I had ever seen, from the edge of the lava field the flames drew themselves up onto the charred plane and began to move toward us… a fire lizard … the stories I had heard as a boy hadn’t prepared me for a spectacle such as this. With a wave of his hand Ezhik stopped us and in a low voice said “watch my actions carefully and do not fear for yourself” and with that I watched as he walked right up to the magnificent beast and struck it square on its haunches. He then began to walk in a unhurried manner paralleling the beast, I could barely believe my eyes the great beast that inspired fear in many a child’s imagination was capable of only short hops at a labored pace. I watched for some time till I noticed Ezhik coming towards me, my heart racing I wondered if something was wrong, he spoke with the first sign of humor I had seen yet “don’t be afraid yel0, its your turn” and let out a hearty laugh at the bewildered look on my face. “Don’t worry just do as I did and you will be fine, you must get him to notice you they aren’t too bright” I gathered my courage and walked right up the beast and said “hello” with a slash from my scimitar; it didn’t even phase the beast. Ezhik spoke up “you must get in front of it, they have horrible vision and are very single-minded” so once again I gathered myself and stepped in front of the mighty creature, only to be hit with burst of fiery slobber that turned the edges of my armor to slag…. “Move” Ezhik shouted “but don’t run, stay just out of reach and lead it where you want it to go” he coached. As I got the idea the great brute lumbered along a few paces away. Ha aha this was exhilarating to say the least, if I moved a moment before it did I had plenty of time to react and dodge its attack’s when I had become fairly comfortable Ezhik began to cast spell after spell at the beast that was so intent on me it had forgotten about him. After what seemed an eternity the creature fell to the ground, its once bright flames faintly smoldering in the twilight sun. “And that’s that!” Ezhik said checking himself and straightening his attire. I could only say “wow” and im sure that was plenty, as he spoke again “ soon you’ll be able to do that by yourself, now collect your reward” the with the toe of his boot lightly kicked the beast to reveal a shield from amidst mostly ashen remains.. That flames that protected it in life consumed it in death….fitting, I picked up my trophy as Ezhik walked away “now you know how to walk a dragon.” He said over his shoulder and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Well I had learned what I had set out too and was very satisfied. It was time to relax I had remembered that strange man I met outside nacht “Zanden” yes that was his name, and it was no sooner than had I said his name and he was standing right in front of me “hurry hurry” he said “I don’t like it here” “hurry and do what sir” I replied a little bemused by his disheveled appearance. “Listen I don’t have time for your games both give me 160 gold and were off to Slyythra or I go home and finish my dinner, your choice”<br>“160 gold” I exclaimed “that’s robbery”, and then thinking of the long walk through reptile country alone I quickly opened my money pouch and handed over the hefty sum. As the coins left my hands I was hit with a bout of vertigo and when my eyes opened I was standing just inside the gates of Slyythra. That was one useful if not strange little man.
Well diary that’s about it save my usual drinking and cussing, I try to keep that at a minimum just in case someone ever gets their hands on this. I don’t want em to think I am that much of a rouge… whatever the mock persona I exhibit…<br> Naw I know im a rougish lout hahaha…..
(Thanks for reading yel0)
(p.s. thanks for the adventure Ezhik)
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Post by yelosnow on May 12, 2005 15:39:32 GMT -7
Well diary:
The past few days have passed in a battle induced haze, the sounds of bones crunching and fluids spraying mixing with the deafening screams and growls of the creatures that have fallen before my dark blade… and so seemingly melding into one long blood soaked day. but I am getting ahead of my self as usual. I think I will start with my now most prized possession…<br> Days ago while I was discussing the merits of chilling ones ale to the barkeep of the Darkboar, a inn I usually favored on the outskirts of Byrendall, a messenger entered the dimly lit pub. He handed me a small scroll and departed without as much as a word. I gave the scroll a quick glance while the barkeep continued with his blathering nonsense about ale “needing to be warm for the full bouquet” (I like mine right out of a crock pulled from a cool stream) I noticed it was sealed with crimson wax and was bearing the crest of SOC… this was important! I cut the barkeep off by throwing a few golden’s down and promising to continue our debate when time permitted. As I walked towards my room I broke the seal on the scroll and began to read.
Brother Yelosnow, You have been found a loyal and fitting member of our organization and will be thusly rewarded. Your deed’s though few show great promise and I personally want to welcome you to SOC. Go to the town of Slythraa and I will contact you then.
V.
Well I was excited to say the least, one thing I have learned is people don’t someone for no reason at all..yet I was still apprehensive. Once again I was asking myself more questions than I had an answer for, who was this V., what was this “reward” he spoke of… and was this “reward” something I really wanted. I decided to put full trust in the brotherhood that is SOC and gathered my meager belongings. I left town on a nag of an undead horse I had been gifted by a groomsman I caught dallying with an undead wench in the stable. (I promised never to tell for he was mortal and if his family found out he wouldn’t receive a penny of his father’s inheritance).
My journey was quick and safe; no matter how bad the “horse” looked it still had some of Chaos’s fire running through her long dry veins. Before I entered town I felt more then saw a person shadowing me, knowing that if the need arose I had plenty of time to bolt into town I clambered off the dark horses back. I looked in the last direction I had seen the shadow and let out a loud “hulloo there”. A man emerged from the darkness battle scarred and easily recognizable as a veteran warrior.
He walked towards me looking me up and down all the while, with a raspy voice that sounded like pestilence itself he said “I am ^virUs^, I have heard much of you and wish you luck in your adventures. I have a few questions to ask.” he said.
“Are you loyal to SOC and its Brotherhood Would you die for SOC Would you kill for SOC Are you a minion of Chaos”
Without hesitation I replied “YES” these were easy questions.. what happened next was not so easy. “do you trust me ?” he asked with a blank face. “I trust SOC” I replied. With a laugh he produced an ebon wood case from nowhere “good answer, take this and keep it safe never give it up and use it to destroy all that oppose you”. I took the case in my hands and started to open it, with a curt shout he said “not here, go to the inn get a room and familiarize yourself in safety, this is not the weapon of a child.. it has power like none you’ve ever used…enjoy” and melted back into the shadows.. I am going to have to learn that trick someday everyone but me seems to be able to just fade away. But that’s beside the point.
I paid for a room at the inn and rushed to it hurriedly locking the door so I could began to open the case. As I lifted the lid back the light seemed to retreat from the room and the shadows darkened. I whispered a “power ehh..” and opened it fully. My eyes had never seen such perfection in a blade. It was definitely the work of a master, the blade was a vicious looking curve that seemed to scream with a fury no inanimate object should have, it was made of a substance I had heard of but never seen, “Black Pearl Soul Stone” it pulsed in a fashion I can only describe as “unlight” it drew in everything and almost hurt my eye’s to look at it. Attached to the blade was a handle of pure white bone, the contrast was so severe that the blade looked almost alive. I carefully removed it from its case and held it for the first time; it felt right as if a part of me that had been lost long ago had been returned. I removed the sheath and attached it to my belt and sheathed the weapon, it slid home with a satisfying “ssssnick”. O what a gift this was I knew it was not to be taken lightly and I must use it and gain knowledge of its power. It was time to play, I gathered my gear and left the inn, there were elves that needed to pay for their earlier actions. This would be fun….
I headed west from the town and soon saw a lone elf with a wolf companion; I drew my blade and charged them. The blade actually sang for their blood as I struck the wolf first not wanting to have it bother me while I enjoyed killing his master, with only a few swings the wolf lay dead and the enraged elf began a furious assault on me, I didn’t care I could feel the power… it filled me…for that moment I was death itself and the elf knew its time had come. I will give him credit in that he damaged me quite a bit but in the end the outcome was as I had expected, he lay bloodied and broken before the awesome blade. I give more credit to the weapon than myself for I knew it did most of the work I was just a tool for its use.
My bloodlust semi satisfied I returned to the inn to clean the weapon but when I pulled it from the scabbard it was as clean as the first time I saw it, this blade was thirsty indeed! I went to the common room to celebrate over ale and some tall tales.
Well diary that’s that and I will elaborate as best I can on my adventures with this new weapon.. I don’t think ill be spending as much time in the pub’s anymore. I must gain strength and experience so I can join my brothers in the great battles to come, but I see no harm in having a few drinks and a chat with fellow warriors now and again, seeing as I am writing this while holding an ale in my free hand.
That’s all for now..
Yelo
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Post by RAIVEN on May 15, 2005 19:36:57 GMT -7
;D
Thanks for your stories here, yelosnow! They are great and are very 'SHADEY'!
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Knight's Fury
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Post by yelosnow on Jul 20, 2005 7:35:33 GMT -7
Dear diary:
I write this not knowing if the entries that come before are true or not.. they are written in my hand and of my words but my memory is blank as if “deleted” so I shall start anew … let me begin from whence I can last remember….Darkness…. Deep and impenetrable…. Devoid of sight and sound … no sensations of any kind… completely and utterly alone… a void of such power that it was almost tangible… palpable… kind off odd how so much nothing could seem to have substance…
I spent some time in this state; I don’t quite understand how i can remember this being as it was truly nothing in its most complete nature… yet I do. That isn’t what bothers me most.. I know I was there before… not sure when but I know that state was not new to me, sometime long ago or in another life I know not other than that the void had consumed me before.. it was almost comforting in its nothingness… but I yearned for more… yet as far as I could tell this was all I knew… the nothing… could there possibly be something else out there… a something? And then…..
As if my will had been wrought into a reality… CREATIONsensations that seemed new to me bombarded me in a eerily familiar way, what was happening, then a pain so fierce it brought a primal rage to my consciousness wracked my body, it was the first breath of life, I had experienced this I knew it!!, as my lungs filled for the first time white hot anger filled my newly formed mind and I let the first breath escape me in a scream that was a mix of question and accusation… CHAOSsss as it left my body I was wracked with convulsions and seizures nearly strong enough to snap my new bones in half…
When at long last the fit had passed I opened my eyes for the first time… I lay in the muck of a stable.. to my astonishment I knew where I was…. Though I know not how… it was the town of Byrendell.. the stable yard of the “Golden Boar” to be exact.. the only inn that served their ale chilled…. Now how did I know that… I couldn’t ever remember having been to the place…
I sat there and pondered this enigma to the brink of almost being overcome by the void once more when the sharp kick of a stable boy’s boot brought me out of my reverie “off ya go now fer I fetch ta’ constable on yer mangy arse” my hand went to my side where my instinct told me my sword should hang… and to my horror realized I stood there stark naked… with a guttural growl at the sneering stable hand I ran from the yard and ducked into a nearby alleyway. Letting my eyes adjust to the almost comforting darkness I took stock of my surroundings and my situation…
I began to rummage through the trash strewn about the alley for a weapon or some sort of clothing when under a pile of small timbers and building debris I hit the jackpot… (my luck had turned up… although some might not see it that way…) there was a corpse none too fresh but not so far gone as to cause illness… at least for me… it was dressed in well made leathers and had a small dagger in its belt nothing special but it looked to be my size. I looked around and steeled myself for my gruesome task… I was also lucky in that the victim was killed with a clean puncture right below the ear leaving his clothing quite clean surprisingly. As I finished removing all of the corpse’s armaments I felt at home with this dead man… I did not fear death… I hastily dressed in the newly acquired gear and set out to find out why all this seemed so familiar to me…
I still felt very weak and easily fatigued but I knew I needed gold, so I set about getting it in one of the oldest fashions known to men… I killed for it. I waited just outside of town looking for a mark. I saw a young warrior of no great experience yet far wealthier than most, I almost felt bad as I watched him pinch a serving maid and wave as he left the tavern, for I knew that this would be his last day on this world. I stalked him like a wild beast would hunt its dinner, watched as he leisurely strolled through the wooded area I somehow knew to be home of the elves, and watched with anticipatory glee as he found a group of those elves and charged into battle like some maddened beast hell-bent for glory.
I waited till he was well into the battle surrounded on 3 sides by elves… he would have done fine, he was casting his healing spells and attacking in turn but… that was not his destiny.. I sprang from my place of concealment reaching my prey in just a few short runs.. I knew I wasn’t powerful enough to kill him alone but I knew the elves in their blood rage wouldn’t even see me till he was dead. I plunged my dagger deep into the prey’s back between the lower third and fourth ribs and twisted snapping the blade off somewhere in the lungs, if he didn’t die now he would soon, time was on my side. As he fell to the ground his life essence draining rapidly for his mortal shell he looked at me and whispered “why”.. my reply wasn’t any more than a shrug with a offhand smile as I led the elves away from the new corpse returning shortly to claim my prize.
The act wasn’t a mater of pride or honor, it was purer than that.. it was need pure and simple, he had it I needed it.[/b] That night I spent the dead mans gold, in the dead mans inn, flirting with the dead mans barmaid… it didn’t phase me… I didn’t think anything would be able to ever again. I paid for a nights rest, a room with a view so to speak… and slept a restless sleep full of dark dreams I couldn’t remember when I woke. The darkness didn’t leave when i awoke either… in fact it was sitting at the foot of my bed. It had taken the form of a hooded shadowy figure shrouded in a dark mist and seemingly transparent, as I tried to grab for my new sword the gaseous figure coalesced into the form of a Raiven and flew out the window with a gravely “Kawwee areee heereee” and in its place was a black sack tied neatly closed with a hangman’s knot. I wasn’t bothered by this in the slightest; it wasn’t as if everything in the past few days had been a mystery anyway. I picked up the sack admiring the knot work as I did and began to untie it, inside was 1 gold piece, this diary and a rolled up piece of parchment. I studied the gold piece but it was quite unremarkable yet I put it not with the rest of my gold but in the pouch containing my blank spell book knowing that this wasn’t just an average coin. Next I picked up the parchment and unfurled it across my lap, it said; WE ARE HERE
I am sure you have many questions but those you will have to answer yourself. I can tell you that you are a warrior of Chaos and served in his army. I return this diary to you. may it answer some of your questions, as it will assuredly create new ones. Our paths will cross again warrior be assured of that.
R~ So I picked up the diary and began to read….. the entries seemed very familiar to me and I even felt a throbbing pain as I read how “I” was slain by the elves at one time… was this really me? “Yelosnow” what a name… yet I liked the ring of it… so I read on. As I came to the last entry a flood of clouded memories bombarded my mind that was already struggling to comprehend the mornings goings on….. and once more the void took me…. That brings me to the here and now… I awoke knowing that I had to start entering into the diary again so I would never forget that: “I AM Yelosnow, IAM HERE and I shant leave of my own free will again”yelo[/color] p.s. thank you to all of you who said nice things it was much appreciated.. And to the not so mystery man on the phone you rock brutha secrets safe with me although i am still going to call you deepthroat in pm lmgdao. i don’t know how i actually thought i could kick the "shade habit".. and if anyone hates me or has hard feelings over my return look me up in game : :swords: "aint nothing gonna breaka my stride, cant nobody hold me down, oh no, i gots to keep on moving" :rockon:[/font]
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Post by spunkie on Jul 20, 2005 11:21:25 GMT -7
Glad you are staying Yelo
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Knight's Fury
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Post by yelosnow on Jan 23, 2006 14:43:12 GMT -7
Dear diary,
It’s been awhile since the last entry, many things have changed. I have assumed the power of a lich, its all that a could have asked for and then some, though at times I feel as if the actions/decisions I make are not my own… but that is for a later entry……
How I became lich is an eventful tale one I am fond of yet have not shared with many… ill tell it now so in my old age if I forget… well that or if this book leaves my possession again and the finder decides to read my feeble musings they might find something of interest in my journey..
The scholars say that a dragon takes 3 days to digest a meal, going through each of its 4 stomachs; I can tell you that number is heavily dependant on the size of said meal... from personal experience it takes 5 (im guessing the unliving might also be a tad indigestible).
At first as I was traveling to Xian’ra and my every move seemed sluggish and to take minutes to complete I became distraught as I knew I was traveling in dangerous territory where every second counted yet something deep in the void where my soul should have been told me to continue, almost compelled me to, the danger meaningless in my mind.
Yet it was still a surprise when through my foggy awareness I realized that the sun hadn’t left the sky, but that I was standing in the dense shadow of a fierce dragon, we made eye contact and for a moment we were kindred spirits, two warriors acknowledging each other. I knew my fate at that moment, I saw it in the eye of the dragon, yet I felt no fear, it was my destiny I knew it. I stood calm as the great beast descended upon me; even tilting my head to show respect to the powerful creature, we would meet again we both knew it.
I guess you could say I was lucky, the dragon was of a size that it was able to devour me whole, I didn’t even scrape on one of its many teeth, and just a flick of its head and a mighty gulp and down I went into the black…..
I was a little amazed that I wasn’t dead yet and soon realized that it wasn’t dark at all, no the beast was lit from within its very bowels by the furnace it used to create the flames of destruction that no man or beast can withstand. I sat there in the half-light for quite some time pondering my situation. It wasn’t all that unpleasant I was after all undead and pain really wasn’t much of a factor, I knew this would be a test a patience and the strength of my mind. I began to notice a large amount a fluid filling the chamber I was in that I could only conclude to be a stomach, and this to be the digestive fluids, ill spare the details of the travel and subsequent digestion of my splendid armor and skip to where it gets interesting again… as far as that can be said.
On the fifth and final day of my voyage my mind was veritably broken as was what was left of my body, it was at this time the familiar voice spoke to me once again, full of power, frightening and comforting at the same time, it promised me my own power , told me of the wealth I could have if only I would enter into a covenant with it, my mind weak and nearly destroyed, absorbed this like a dry sponge to water, then the voice left me and again I was left in the half-light that what was left of my eyes was still able to discern.. then all faded to black... the black of the void, some refer to as limbo. The voice came again this time it was accompanied by a dark form so dark it almost swallowed the black of the void, and it said:
DO YOU FEAR ME?
No... I replied
With a sickening laugh it came closer to reveal a visage I had seen before… it was my own... and it laughed again while moving back to be just barely visible again.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I AM? It asked.
Yes Lord Chaos, you are well known to me.
Silence…………………………………………………
YOU HAVE DONE MY BIDDING FOR SOME TIME NOW WARRIOR; I OFFERED YOU POWER IF YOU LEFT YOUR MORTALITY BEHIND AND TOOK UP SWORD IN MY ARMY OF THE UNDEAD, DID I NOT?
Yes Lord. I replied
WOULD YOU CARE TO COLLECT ON THAT OFFER OR DO FIND YOURSELF LACKING?
Silence………………………………………………………..
What is this power?
BOTHER ME NOT WITH YOUR PETTY QUESTIONS! DO YOU WANT SAID POWER OR NOT?
Do with me what you will, I accept your offer.
I WILL RETURN YOU TO THE LAND OF MORTALS AS A LICH, FROM THIS DAY FORWARD YOU SHANT HAVE NEED OF YOUR SWORD, YOU MUST LEARN THE ARCANE MAGICS WHO’S POWERS FLOW DIRECTLY FROM MY VERY ESSENCE. GO NOW AND FULFILL YOUR DESTINY.
And the welcoming blackness enveloped me again……………………………………………..
I woke in a familiar stable yard in the town of Byrendale this had happened before though not quite like this, I felt a new power coursing through my veins almost reminiscent of a early memory before I had given up my mortality… it was magic, not a lot but it was there. I knew I would have to hone it just as I kept my weaponry razor sharp so one day would this power be…. I felt so full of unlife that I could hardly contain my enthusiasm. This was going to be very interesting………
Well diary that is how I came to be lich, minus the boring details… there are many stories of the days after I became lich, searching for spells and souls to increase my thirst for power but ill save those for later, for I am tired and I write this entry by moonlight as I am on the trail of a dragon I once knew, yet again a tale for later……
Yelo
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Post by RAIVEN on Jan 23, 2006 20:01:50 GMT -7
Nice addition....now, I happen to know where a certain mortal Cat is hanging out. #dwarf#
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Knight's Fury
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Post by yelosnow on Jun 9, 2006 16:14:06 GMT -7
the last entry in the foul smelling tome, its been torn out, apart, crushed and replaced through some unknown magics… though no magic could lessen the odor of what one could only describe as rancid pig urine. It makes you feel the need to bathe just looking at it
Dear diary,
I sit here in such a feeble state as to not be able to make this entry through non-magical means… I am purely dictating this through the use of bauble that is the shape of a tiny mouse once given to my friend the CatDrgn by a good friend The Lady Raiven, as I speak the small statuette seemingly comes to life, dips it’s thin tail in my inkwell and fairly dances the words across the pages ever mindful of the wet ink leaving no smudge… but I digress… my mind wanders these days… like when I used to hike the ridges above the city of night and do battle with all manner of beast.. and sometimes other warriors… well I see I am wandering again so I will take some of that rubix potion Pinkaaa gave me, that should strengthen my addled brain… wait dam you mouse are you writing this.. stop dangit no don’t write that either… *Phooot* no way you don’t write that at all you cant be structure for use of onomatopoeias……. arrggghh what was the spell that cat told me…… oh yah …
*** big ink stain and continued on the reverse side
To continue where I left off.. I think… these are my last days in this land. My speed and agility are mere memories and my mind once strong and clear able to summon mass amounts of power for spells and incantations now wanders and sometimes stops completely of its own volition…. It is not my desire to exist in this manner so I rarely get out of bed but occasionally wander into the pub for some conversation with willing (sometimes unwilling) patrons who I at least hope view me as a humorous yet still malign entity, useful for a bit of jest and verbal sport.. yet I do have good days and today was one of them. It is this of which I will write….
I woke this morn in quite a superior state my mind more clear and body full of vim and vigor than it had been in months, I even felt so good as to put on some old nightshade armor I had about and exchange my walking cane for a well used Krynn battle staff that had been collecting dust in the corner of my small room… it felt good in my hands I remembered every notch in the haft every gouge in the blade and the battles that put them there….. my eyes almost welled up with tears of joy and frustration at the enormity of the moment… I looked around found my dusty old pack and filled it to the top full of precious goldens… I knew I would need them today. With a dark grin and even a light skip in my step I sauntered down the hall my thoughts on the day ahead.
As I stepped into the common room of the pub I noticed a few raised eyebrows in my direction as my usual attire was a black sleeping robe tied at the waist with my badge from the greatest clan in all of shade history (SOC).. so this indeed was a strange turn of events for the many regulars that I commonly spoke with . I walked up to the bar laying 4 thick gold pieces down on it as I rested my staff against a stool. The barkeep being well acquainted with me and my ways asked with a mirthful grin “ye come to pay yer tab ol’yelo” and let out a hearty chuckle… looking at him with a grin full of mischief I said “of course not , just buying a round of that rotgut you call bier for all your fine patrons including you, ya filthy lout” and laughed hard enough to make a few of the younger warriors in the room uneasy (I was always told my laugh sounded like boulders falling on ice) with a chuckle of his own he began handing out the tankards while a few said words of thanks and others eyed me warily over the brims of the bitter brew.
The barkeep Aryiak his name came over to me after he had made the rounds and said “I see yer in good spirits mate but we both know yer health is not what it once was whatever yer planning take care and remember to watch yer back you’ve more than a few shall we say “acquaintances” that wouldn’t mind seeing yer raggedy old head sitting on a pike outside Byrendale Keep” I nodded agreement and gave him a dark smile saying “true true yet I cannot pass on this opportunity of vitality and just waste it laying about here, for when it leaves as I know it will I would rather have done something than regret not doing anything.” I took the last swallow of bier and laid a thick platinum round on the bar.. winking at the keep I said.. “that should more than cover my tab and the cost of cleaning my room should I not return.. and if I don’t return there is a set of lich armor in the chest at my bedside I wouldn’t advise attempting to open it yourself.. the results would not be good, just send for the CatDrgn he will know what to do. “ with a knowing smile he nodded agreement and as I walked out of the room.
I stepped out into the pale morning light outside Coradale keep and my hair bristled as the slight breeze caressed my long dead skin, being undead the sun was usually a repulsive thing but today it almost seemed I could feel its warmth… I adjusted my clan badge making sure it shone as I did so as to be easily recognized as a member of (SOC) and strode out the gates in a purposeful manner not even nodding to the guard as I passed.
One I entered the countryside I started feeling the familiar sensation of being watched… oh what a day this would be… I continued on not wanting my observer to catch on that his prey was actually stalking him. I started looking for a good place to spring a reverse ambush hopefully before the unknown creature attempted anything of its own. I caught sight of a small outcropping of rock that looked suitable and set out for it. Upon Reaching it I made quite a show of readying the area for a rest making a small fire and laying a cloak on the ground, as I sat down I stuck the bladed end of the krynn deep in the fire and laid down putting my boot under the middle half of the staff and pretended to take a nap. After a few moments I began to make snoring sounds loudly and lay still as possible while keeping one eye open slightly to observe the goings on… after a short time I caught sight of a dark shape moving about in the nearby brush… it looked to be quite large yet not to massive… and from the silhouette its parts seemed to be put together all wrong… ah this was going to be fun.. I knew what my watcher was.. an ogre… it had been many moons since I had last danced with one but I was sure I hadn’t forgotten how… I continued to lay still letting the beasts bravado grow and watched as it moved closer into full view… as it neared I tensed my body for what I knew was next and waited… when it had came within a few feet of me it raised a gnarled tree branch as if to swat me while I slept and in that moment of concentration (it takes a lot of concentration for ogres to do anything in a stealthy manner) I slammed down hard on the end of my staff causing the end in the fire to act like a shovel launching a spray of glowing embers and flaming wood into the beasts face, causing quite a shock to it, it bellowed in rage as parts of its hairy hide burst into flames and began a garish dance dropping the club in the attempt to put them out. I took that moment to swing the white hot end of the staff at a upward angle burying it deep into its midsection… the smell of burnt flesh was welcome to me as I tugged the no cooling blades from its belly and even let my self laugh at the shocked look that played across its uneven face…. But I knew this would not be easy as ogres have very small brains and forget to die most of the time. I readied my staff for the onslaught I knew was coming.. and come it did. The beast veritably let out a trumpet like call and began wind milling its massive arms throwing haymakers at me from almost impossible directions.. I knew the beast would tire soon yet I also knew I couldn’t take this type of beating for long I feinted a fall and as the creature closed in I raised my staff and let the dim-witted cretin impale itself neatly on the end of the weapon…. That was when I made a nearly fatal mistake… I looked him in the eye stuck out my tongue and blew a giant wet raspberry directly in his face making sure bits of spittle got in his cloudy eyes… I had leaned to close and with a last burst of force one of the beasts wild punches connected squarely with my temple sending me to the ground in a cloud of darkness…
I am not sure how long I lay there but when I awoke all was dark.. not the dark of night or an unlit room but a darkness so impenetrable as to be the definition of void… I fumbled around with my hands and felt the haft of my staff the still warm ashes of my fire and the cold corpse of the ogre… blindness…… yet as I struggled to get my feet under me my vision began to come back to me although very blurry and only in short burst causing me a serious bout of vertigo. I fumbled around feeling for my pack as I didn’t trust what my eyes were showing me…. Fire..faces of men I had killed…. Faces of dead men I did not recognize… a young me smiling into the pond I played near as a boy.. and the dragon as it had bathed me in fire… I did not panic as many would have but kept searching for my pack… my fingers brushed against the familiar leather straps and I quickly fumbled out a golden drinking it in a single gulp and quickly downing another for good measure….
Some few moments later my vision fully returned and I began the arduous task of trekking back to town I was done I knew it I couldn’t survive the night outside… late into the night I arrived back here in Coradale and made my way to the pub with a evil grin I said “hullo” to the barkeep and nonchalantly dropped a severed ogre arm on the bar… “mind having cookie whip me up something with this” and we both began to chuckle. I had a drink or three while I told my tale and ended the story with the beasts thumb hanging from my mouth like some sort of bloated cigar.. after a bit I said my goodnights and left for my room.
In my room took off my bloodied armor propped the krynn in its familiar home and sat down to write this… I know understand that was my last hurrah and am fully acceptant of it my vision is still blurred an d I can’t manage to lift my sword arm yet I am not regretful… it was a good end to my career as a warrior and now I shall remain in my place as a story teller, philosopher and chaotic strategist.. I have much to teach and still more to learn….
due to hone/telco problems I am almost blind in world and slow to boot so I am not giving up shade completely just adventure for the moment…
(SOC) FOREVER!!
(CAT) FOREVER!!
FORCES OF CHAOS FOREVER!!
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Knight's Fury
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Post by yelosnow on Jun 26, 2006 12:28:23 GMT -7
Well diary things have taken a turn for the worse,
I fear what little sanity I once had has fully fled my rotting skull and any semblance of reality beyond my grasp forever…. Yes yes the details…
I woke with the same sense of vitality that had energized me some days ago and felt a brief stroll near town not to be out of the question… so I dressed in my familiar armor and hefted my trust staff.. not saying much as my friend the barkeep nodded and passed me a full pack of healing potions stopping only long enough to drop a single golden coin at the perch of the old BarnOwl for luck and swiftly left the town proper.
Now recently I had given up my status as a long time undead for the benefits of mortality (though I don’t know when how or why nor what exact benefits they might be) and as I have been unloving for so very long even in my mortal state I looked undead and smelled of it also… yes it took a little longer to move but in my decrepit state running was just a formality anyway… so I walked at a leisurely pace being ever mindful of the possibility of ambush but in some way wanting one….
Iit was a nice morning the sky overcast yet the heat of the sun creating a heavy clean air over the land… I was about a hundred yards away from a stream with a small bridge over it that led toward the city of perpetual night when I noticed a manshape floating across it stopping on the near side of the bridge… there was some trick to the eyes as the shape was still but never seemed to actually be still… my brain knew what was impeding my progress, a Lich… one of the most dangerous type of arcane warriors in these lands.. I knew this for I had been among their ranks… not so long ago yet I still felt the power… strange feeling as it was….. I neared the mage and proudly held aloft my honorable badge identifying me as one of the few members of (SOC) still walking the land.. the lich didn’t move… having little fear of a fellow warrior of darkness I closed the gap between us and said “Hullo there friend lich , do you have quarry nearby that I might assist you in dispatching?” at that moment what little grasp on reality I had fell completely and utterly out of reach……
A low deep cackle almost a giggle escaped from under the drawn cowl of his robe and ever so slowly its head lifted and I was briefly able to catch glimpses of a jaw line, a nose and then it was shadowed once again… from what I had seen the lich’s features seemed oddly familiar… then it fell oddly silent… a silence so pure only the unliving are capable of it….
A fleshless hand emerged from the now billowing robes billowing despite the fact there was nary a breeze in the area… it lifted up to the edge of the robes cowl and in a swift motion pulled it back… only to reveal a face long dead and leached of life’s energy, with a caricature of a smile so mocking in its shape as to be gruesome and devoid of any semblance of mirth……
It… was my own…. The shock went threw me as if I had been hit with a bolt of lighting and I froze…. Weakly staring into my own eyes and knowing fear for the first time in many moons….
During my moment of confused recognition my lich counterpart uttered arcane words and sent a blast of mages wrath towards me hitting me with such force I almost lost my grasp on my staff… my instincts took over and I began the dance…. Yet this battle dance was different for his steps were my own and in turn mine his…. My mind was reeling at the confusion of it all yet my battle reflexes still held sway.. I landed a fierce blow to the shoulder of my reflection and another to its thigh… yet its speed was unwavering and it sent a torrent of acid rain at me marring my armor and peeling a layer of skin off my face… the battle continued for some time in this manner… thrust..parry…thrust…parry… cast..dodge..cast..dodge…. with minor wounds inflicted mutually.
It was after a good deal time had passed in this manner that the my likeness stopped his attacks opened his withered arms to the sky and bellowed CHAOS, I COME” and then leveling its empty eyes in my direction whispered “do it” and lifted his head once again exposing his/my neck and stood motionless… I didn’t hesitate… I swung my bladed staff with as much strength as I could muster directly at the exposed area, slicing cleanly through… with a last grimace of what could only be termed a macabre smile the head fell cleanly off the shoulders and as the body fell heavily to the ground an explosion of foul magic burst forth from the rapidly decomposing corpse withering the surrounding vegetation and knocking me from my feet…
After a few moments I was able to stand and realized I was horribly injured and began yet again the painstakingly slow act of dragging my battered carcass to my room above the pub… this was an act all to familiar as of late… I was tired in a way no one should ever be and I felt sick… not like you would feel after eating some bad mutton but as if part of me had ceased to exist.. empty.
It is in this manner that I lay here now, yet again with only the mouse for company… I can feel myself waiting away and am sure I will not be of this land much longer… if I am not able to continue my life in this world I have no regrets save for being unable to continue serving in the army of Chaos………………………………………………………. ……………….. …………. …….
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yelosnow
Knight's Fury
Master of Monkeys
LVL 10 ~SLAYER~ {SOC} LVL 10 UNDEAD {CAT}
Posts: 119
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Post by yelosnow on Jun 26, 2006 12:29:39 GMT -7
From this point on the diary shall start anew in the land between consciousness and death, between limbo and life, …reality and dream .. it is a gray area only existing in the mind of the dreamer or the soul of the delusional but this is where his mind has gone… in this place he is young again, new to the world yet with far off faded memories that don’t seem his own , his speed is returned and his mind once again clear as if his past battle scars had never been and the path before him wide and clear.
Yet have no fear for his heart is still darkened by Chaos’s touch.
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Post by concuror on Jun 18, 2007 18:52:45 GMT -7
Awesome Yelo!!! I'm thinkin it;s taken about 3 hrs + ta read all ur story!! But on this added day of Omg shade on any my boost mobiles, most a my clan has hit me up on the 2way or cell!! Ying/yang: Hope ya break out the phones again someX as to ay lest up date us on bigger lvl's nd additional Story line!! Had ta hit up my vro Primevil ta read em a few paragraph's!! Ty again
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yelosnow
Knight's Fury
Master of Monkeys
LVL 10 ~SLAYER~ {SOC} LVL 10 UNDEAD {CAT}
Posts: 119
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Post by yelosnow on Jun 14, 2013 8:19:40 GMT -7
Shaking dust and cobwebs from his robes.. A creature awakens..
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