I feel like an asshole
And a bad son
Suddenly I take this all up on me
Blame it on myself
Like I always did
It's tearing me
And breaking me apart
But no one cares to listen
Fool methods and idiot hopes
None of use
None are good
If I am the one who's
wrong
Then why is it so hard for me to find my wrongs?
Why is my pleasure and joy so limited?
Where have I gone wrong?
When have I fallen from my grace?
But all the fights and all the bad things
Always seem to start with me
But yet I try so hard
So unbelievably hard
To be good and kind
To everyone and all
And even with that I am unable to keep peace
Then maybe I don't posses a hearth
And then yet
Memories come up
Of every pleasure and pride being swiped away with one
wave of hand
On and on
No has ever taken strength to listen
To my simple song
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It all began on that
day...
The day Celtor was born. At the age of 12 young Celtor
had learned swordsmanship quite well. Running across the central
quarters with his wooden swords hitting trees an passing by guards. No
one minded they all said "hahah what a cute little fella".
When Celtor was 15 he and a couple of friends went into
the poor quarters to buy some iron for his father. Suddenly a couple of
figures came out of the shadow "Give us ye money little fella" Celtor
pulled his Tulwar witch he got from his father and said "Come here and
take it" his friends stood there watching their friend, they where just
kids how could they fight grown men. The men had pulled their knife and
went to Celtor laughing slightly. With great speed Celtor cut trough
them not hesitating for a second. the bodies fell on the ground. Celtor
stood there and watched what he had done with great eyes. "i killed
them!" he said. His friends where confused first he bravely pulls his
sword then he kills the thugs without mercy and now he looks at his
work with fear.
Celtor ran home
When Celtor reached the age of 20 he was already one of
the adventurers who fought against the Bladesman. Holding his magical
Tulwar he cut trough many bodies and slew many Bladesman and finally
even killed their leader on his own.
Celtor was 25 years old and was a legend among the
humans that lived in New Jollis (no kidding here I was the most knows
human walking around I think, this was when I started ROE), he had
joined an order knows as the knight of the rose.
The leader of the knights had a weird taste of honor
(tough Celtor) he demanded Celtor learned some kind of ranged attack
but Celtor refused, what is honor in combat when your opponent cannot
hit you and you can hit them?
After a few years spend with the knighthood he left
them and put up his own knight hood. The warriors of Pelor.
Drakos (Drak if you mind your name being here tell me )
was the first to join. Celtor saw much potential in Drakos and after a
few months Drakos became Celtors right hand.
At the age of 30 Celtor put his things together and
went to a meeting of the Pelors. "Drakos" he started "it is time you
took over as the lord of Pelor" Drakos says "Thank you but but...why?"
"It is time I explored the wide world of Vormis, I have
seen enough of New Jollis" Celtor answered.
Drakos told his friend good bye and looked as Celtor
left the gates for Erosis may know how long"
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Maelstrom stroked his
long black hair and went into New Jollis "hail thee" he says smiling to
the guards. "Hail thee traveler" The guards answered. Maelstrom entered
the fair city of New Jollis and took a deep breath. Maelstrom walked
around the city waving and smiling at everyone. Now people found this
strange but they waved back most of them. Maelstrom was a kind of
person who can quickly become your friend, but he didn't look impressive, ragged clothes and a glaive in his hands.
Maelstrom wasn't very rich so he entered the poor quarters to spend a
night there at the inn. As he walked he noticed a fair citizen being
harassed by an ogre thugs waving has dagger in front an almost dead
Leshies face. Maelstrom ran to the ogre used his glaive as a pogo to
get higher than the ogre and sliced of the head from the ogres torso
with a clean swipe. "Thank you" said the Leshie, he gave maelstrom some
coins and ran of into the darkness. Maelstrom looked at the coins. 5
golden coins with a square in the center "5 Larns" he gasped. He than
realized he had probably saved a merchant who else could have that much
money. Mail soon realized that almost every adventurer had a pouch full
of prox. Maelstrom made many friends and herd many tales of long
forgotten heroes his favorite was Celtor since he was the only human he
had heard about.
Maelstrom became one of the finest polearmers in the
city vanquishing Bladesman after Bladesman until that one day......
Maelstrom went out the
sewers cleaning his Lucerne hammer of some crushed bone peaces "darn
skeletons keep making my hammer dirty". Mail was getting sick of New
Jollis, he had cleaned the sewers clean a million times but those darn
undead kept coming; now Maelstrom wasn't quite strong enough to venture
deeper and kill the source Yrago.
Maelstrom hugged his friend's good-bye and went into
wide Vormis.
He walked around and
met new monsters and new areas until he reached the great mountains.
Determined to reach the top he started to climb it. For three hard
weeks he climbed before he reached the top.
Once there a never-ending mist blinded him.
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Celtor stood on a
mountaintop fighting some shady looking things. He strook with great
speed faster than he ever did. The creatures seemed faster and dodged
his every attack. Yet Celtor wasn't the best dodger and the creatures
managed to wound him quite badly. Each hit seemed to drain his very
essence. Suddenly a pole arms pierced trough the center of the banshee
and it vanished with a great yell. The other banshees hit Celtor one
last time and fled.
Celtor`s legs where to weak to hold him he last visions
where of a man running to him holding a great pole arm. He fell a felt
a something pierce trough his body, this was it his live had ended.
Maelstrom recognized
the sword Celtor had held, the warrior must have been Celtor there was
no other legend he knew of that had a quick Tulwar. He gently took the
body in his arms and bound it on his back with a rope. Maelstrom
climbed down the mountain.
Maelstrom was tired climbing down must have been harder
with this body on his back. There was no time to waist he had to find a
priest of Erosis to resurrect Celtor. He looked for 2 months. Maelstrom
went crazy the body on his back started to rot and there was no temple
nearby. Maelstrom was tired he fell on his knees and dropped the body.
Maelstrom started to pray knowing Celtor was to far gone to be
resurrected but still he prayed suddenly a woman's voice spoke to him
"Celtor has been drained of his essence sacrifice some of yours and I
can bring him back into a new live form for this body is to far gone"
Maelstrom spoke back in confusion and terror "Then i shall sacrifice my
own live essence to bring him back". All Maelstrom remembered was a
great flash
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Maelstrom awoke in a
bright room, his eyes where fuzzy he saw a couple of persons and a
stick. He took the stick into his hands to support is legs. "He's awake
finally" said e female voice "Maelstrom? Are you okay" said another
voice. "I'm fine" Maelstrom answered.
He could look normal again he saw two elves. A blond
elf with a Tulwar at his side and a girl wearing red robes that covered
her hair. "I am fine really" Maelstrom said again "Where is I" he
asked. "Your in the temple of Erosis in New Jollis""New Jollis?" Maelstroms seemed confused suddenly Maelstrom realized he
didt know his own name. Suddenly the blond elf walked up to him "lets
just say your home Mailstrom" Mailstrom so that was his name (Now you
know why my name is Mailstrom and not Maelstrom). They left the temple
and told each other goodbye, the blond elf told Mailstrom "Thank you,
your sacrifice will always be remembered"
To be continued....
I hope you all enjoyed this, I took me over an hour to write it heh ^^
Winter Forest
This is an Angst story, this story tends to sadden and
confuse its readers
be sure to read it at OWN RISK. The main character is
Ayirien, a gray fox.
My current character and the replacement of Mailstrom.
It was your usual night
in a winter. One could barely see anything due the darkness and the
snow that gently cried down from the sky above.
It was a typical night that one would stay home and sit
wrapped in warm blankets.
Yet someone had decided to not follow these rules. Nay,
this one was slowly walking around in the forest. He was warmly clothed,
a huge and heavy black winter coat, woolen trousers and
a good pair of sturdy boots.
He was walking around pondering about something that is
of none real importance for this story.
The fox that was walking around was the gray fox named
Ayirien, or Ayi for short.
Ayi shivered, even though he had thick winter clothing
it still was cold. He took the coat and pulled it up and tightened it
to make it warmer.
He looked up to the sky the restless snow flocks sat
down on his muzzle and his blood red hair. Ayi smiled, he loved the
snow,
and every flock did what it wanted. Ayi shivered again
as he walked trough the white sprinkled forest.
He was on his way home from his every days walk in the
forest, but he was halted for an unknown reason to him and us.
Ayi looked around, his ears twitching gently to the
sound of movement around him, for a long moment he stood and did
nothing but listen closely.
He covered his green eyes with the flesh that was made
for it, closing his eyes. His ears where more sensitive now,
the could now hear the footsteps more clearly but the
direction still remained a mystery. Ayi could clearly hear these where
small hasty footsteps,
coming from.. yes he knew now, from his left.
The fox followed the trail the sound left behind until
he saw a small kitten run trough the forest wearing just a linen old
white robe.
Ayi chased after her, what was a child doing here at
night, in such cold?
"I must get this to mommy""I must get this to mommy"
said a weak little girly voice.
She was running trough the forest as if death was
chasing her. She held something in her little paws,
something important because she pressed it against her
chest.
"I must get this to mommy" she closed her eyes en a
sprinkle of liquid tears came out of her eyes. She kept running,
but she did not notice a stone on the ground and
tripped. She fell face down into the cold snow, dropping a little
golden chest in front of her,
out to her reach.
She quickly jumped up and her little paws reached for
the chest, but her tired body did not help her.
Suddenly a metal plated boot appeared behind the chest,
long slim fingers with long sharp back nails reached down and grabbed
the chest.
The girl looked up and saw a gray furred, kind,
green-eyed foxy face. His green eyes where examining the green box.
The other paw was rubbing the chin of his fine face.
He noticed the girl and lowered the chest and looked at
the little girl. She was afraid of the tall dark figure. She crawled
back against a tree.
Ayi looked at her, he reached his paw out for her to
help her stand up.
As response the girl curled up in a ball, her eyes
never leaving Ayi. "Do not worry little one,
I am not going to harm you, here" he moved his paw with
the chest towards her "here go on, I believe this is yours"
She took the box into her paws and look at it, and then
at Ayi "thank you." she said slowly and unsecured. The fox smiled and
asked,
"What is a little girl like you doing in a dark forest
like this?" she looked away and said "I must
bring this to mommy""I must" she quickly added,
her eyes starting to wet again. "Where is your mommy?"
Ayi said after awhile, he wanted to ask her of the box but decided not
to.
"I may not say." she said disappointed.
Ayirien stepped a bit closer to her and ducked to get
to a same height as she. "Why not?" he asked friendly, "because they
are listening".
Ayi narrowed his eyes "they?"
The girl nodded slowly her eyes rolling around.
A cold shiver ran down the fox's spine. A shiver he
always felt when there was someone watching him.
He quickly grabbed the girl and put his arm around her
chest and pulled her closed to him. Ayi was still kneeling,
in his free paw a blood red rose was twitching, he was
not alone.
Everything went silent, not a sound anywhere, just
their gentle and careful breathing.
It seemed as everywhere in the darkness red gleaming
eyes where staring at them, no.at her. No.at the box.
Sssshhhhh, whispered Ayi into her ear, he needed no to
say that; she was motionless. Her eyes where closed,
forcefully closed pressing on each other; not wanting
to see what was going on.
Ayi`s eye's on the contrary where observing the whole
area; he would act at the first sign of danger.
But danger never came, long minutes they sat in the
cold snow, waiting for something to attack, or speak,
but there was nothing,
nothing at all.
Ayi lowered his rose, but as he did that he heard
laughing. He heard laughter from everywhere around him.
They where surrounded by god knew what or who. "Show
yourselves!" Ayi spoke to the shadows. "Help Me," said the little kit.
Ssshhhh, still laughter from everywhere. Wicked
laughter, dark laughter, it wasn't loud, it where small sick laughter's
from everywhere.
Ayi lowered his eyes, to the snow; his eyes spotted a
trail of blood, the area had changed from a dark forest into a true
nightmare twilight zone forest.
The trees where high with long branches reaching out to
them, blood was drilling of every branch,
the pallid white grass quickly was blood red of the
blood it had absorbed.
Ayi put his paws on the kitten's ears, he didn't want
her to hear or see what was happening, he didn't want to see it himself
either,
but he did not have much choice. This was something he
couldn't fight; he'd have to let go of the kit; which could mean her
end.
Otherwise he'd have to sit here and wait, wait and wait
until something would happen.
I will wait, Ayi decided. He closed his eyes and tried
to ignore all that happened around him.
His ears twitched, his rose instantly changed into a
trident, he took the girl in his arm and lounged forward at the sound.
An ugly cry of agony followed his graceful action. Ayi
slowly stood up. His eyes opened, two gleaming green eye's inspected
the kit,
she was fine. His trident red from fresh blood. Ayi
didn't want to know what he killed so he quickly moved on, his hearth
was pounding in his neck,
the branches of the trees seemed to attacked him, and
the eyes followed him like being surrounded by ghosts.
"There" The girl had opened her eyes and was pointing at
a tree. Not just a tree, it was a huge tree; the biggest Ayi had ever
seen.
"Mommy" the child silently whispered, she jumped out of
his arm and ran to the tree "leave us kind sir." she said.
Ayi hesitated, the where surrounded.he felt it.he saw
it.smelled it.
"Very well" Ayi slowly turned around and walk away, but
his ears where sharp, for any sound of danger.
He hid somewhere and kept eye on the girl.
She opened the chest and took out a hauntingly
shimmering leaf; she rubbed the leaf on the tree.
"No! NO!! NOO!" a whispering scream from the forest. Ayi
stood ready with his trident waiting for something to charge the girl..
yet nothing happened "Be gone," said the kitten, but
not the voice.. no.to him!
"Be gone Fox, you mustn't be here.""Why" said Ayirien;
the kit stepped towards Ayi, she saw him,
she gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek "Thank you for
getting me here." She said gently, and clearly afraid. "Go, now,
please."
Ayi saw that he had no choice. He had a painful feeling
that when he'd leave that this would end quickly for the girl.
"No, I will not leave" Ayirien said, he could not leave
her alone. "I am sorry to hear that, then I shall save you my lord,"
The girl said,
her words where not that of a child in his ears.
"What?" where the last words Ayi could say. After that
his vision turned red and he fell down.
Two green eyes opened and look around. It was morning,
the sky was yellow, and it was very early. Ayi slowly stood up.
He looked at his paws, one of the was soaked red, with
blood. He look at his chest, there was a wound, it was gazing and
bleeding, and it hurt. The fox got up using his
trident as a walking staff. He looked around, the forest was behind
him,
he made a step towards the forest; something stopped
him. His face fell down, his eyes locked on the ground, a tear flew
down his eye. He turned around and went away
from the forest.
Behind him was a pole,
soaked red with blood.
On it was the head of a kitten,
a very young kitten.
with fear in her eyes.