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Post by karenee on Aug 24, 2005 22:52:59 GMT -5
A steady hand caught Meran's arm, preventing his fall into the gaping well at his feet. Gasping, Meran staggered back from the chill darkness and turned to his rescuer. "Thank you, good sir! I did not see where I was going."
Keen eyes gleamed from the shadows of the stranger's hood. On his shoulder perched a Hawk, preening as it examined Meran.
"You were not paying attention because you gave in to frustration. This is not the conduct of a King. You must learn." The voice was deep, yet, feminine.
The stranger pulled back her hood and Meran stared. Could this really be a prophet?
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 16, 2005 15:06:53 GMT -5
Then as suddenly as she had come she was gone. Why had she not stayed? He had so many questions and still had no idea exactly where he was headed. When would they meet again?How long was he to wander this wood aimlessly as it seemed? Brushing himself off, he turned to examine the well. It looked well made and seemed very old. It was not very high and some of its bricks around its lip had been broken loose and lay in pieces on the ground. He picked up one of the pieces and dropped it into the well. Judging from the sound it seemed fairly deep but he was not sure because something else had caught his attention. A faint but very beautiful and enchanting song had been carried to his ear. At first he thought it was coming from the well, but then as it grew stronger he realized it was coming from behind him. Whirling around he half expected to see his savior once again standing there. Yet, there was nothing. The melody had ended as quickly as it had begun and he was left with nothing but his thoughts and the forest. Meanwhile, in the nearby brush someone or something other than Abba, the hawk or his mysterious savior was watching him. Thier eyes fixed on the precious scroll which lay on the ground by his feet. At that moment, Meran noticed his precious cargo had slipped out when he tripped. He thought to himself "I'm glad you did not fall down that well" as he put it back into his cloak. Turning back around he resumed his examination of the well. As he stared into its depths the darkness brought his mind back to the night when he had barely escaped the burning flames of Valor. Now that he was alone again, he had nothing better to do than think. He missed his house, the pipe on his night stand, and the painting of his mother and father which hung by his bed. It seemed that it had all happened just yesterday: the flames, the smoke, the battle, and his home -- gone. Yet, it had been over two days now, everything was happening so fast. Then again it wasn,t. By the time the thought had passed, it was late evening and Meran was now tired. Looking around he saw nowhere better to fall asleep so he propped himself up next to the well and drifted off. When he awoke it was raining. (I also am new at this. I have not written anything other than poetry in a few years but I like what you guys have going here so I just had to join in.) P.S. You guys are very good.
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 21, 2005 22:50:55 GMT -5
Slowly opening his eyes he took in the soothing rain which drizzled down upon his body. The wind was barely blowing: only enough to refresh and the rain felt plesantly cool upon his cheeks.
Having relished the moment Merdan decided it was time to awake. Today, he would take in the sights of this wood if the weather and Abba permitted.
Turning slightly as he pushed off the ground He noticed the well once again. This time however he noticed an inscription on its side. He did not remember seeing it the day before. Maybe he just over looked it. "Oh well" he thought to himself as he brushed away the mud upon the inscription. What did it say? He could not tell. The markings were like none he had ever seen.
Standing he quickly surveyed the area for it had started to rain more briskly. "I need to find shelter before it starts to pour" he thought.
Just then, he noticed something next to the base of the well. It was a parcle of some kind. Unwrapping the cloth, he found with in a hand made leather journal and a writing stick. Deciding he really wanted to know what it said, He quickly wrote down the inscription he saw on the wells side. Next, patting his cloak he checked to make sure the gift scroll was still there.Then it was off to find some shelter.
As he walked the rain began to slack up a bit. So he began to take in the beauty of the forest once more.
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 21, 2005 22:59:14 GMT -5
After awhile he came to a stream. Cautiously, he bent down to take a drink. From now on he would be more patient, observant and cautious. He would not make the same mistake twice. He would not give in to frustration again instead he would seize each moment for what it was worth and make the most of his situation. Picking himself up again, he started to follow along its bank, checking once or twice to make sure he had not dropped the gift scroll once again. Eventually, he came upon a cave. Nearing the entrance he noticed a repulsive smell and stopped.
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Post by karenee on Dec 26, 2005 13:33:21 GMT -5
The too familiar scent of charred flesh roiled in his throat and he stepped back, gagging. How many had died in Valor's battle? Would he ever be able to help all those who had lost loved ones in the fire? What was the use of being King if one had no power? He shook his head. This was something different, he'd have to investigate.
Whatever had happened here, it was recent, for a pale vapor of smoke wisped along the cliff's face to vanish in the shrubbery. Holding the hem of his cloak over his nose and mouth, he crept cautiously forward. Just inside the sharp-edged opening, he found the remains of a pyre, complete with the half-charred corpse of a soldier. Grateful that the shield covered the face, Meran waited for his eyes to adjust and looked around. Who had lit the fire?
A scraping sound at the back of the cave alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. Shaking a little, he edged forward. "Who's there? Can I help you?"
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 28, 2005 19:50:05 GMT -5
After a step or two Meran thought better of his hasty decision and quickly retraced his steps. "I have to be cautious," he thought to himself as he quickly gathered what remained of the deceased warrior’s armor and weapons. It seemed only sensible that he be prepared for the worst seeing that he had no idea what lie ahead. Searching rapidly he soon discovered that the soldier’s shield and chain-mail shirt were salvageable. Likewise, he noticed the soldier’s sword lying at his side was still intact. Hastily picking it up, he thought “now I am prepared to continue and thus began down the tunnel again.
Meanwhile, heaving the sword up he noticed it was lighter than he first had thought. Surprised, he paused for a moment intrigued with how well he took to its somewhat bulky size. Then, setting it aside for a moment he removed his cloak and put on the chain-mail shirt underneath his tunic. Then remembering the sound which now echoed in the cave he began to creep back into the cave.
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Post by karenee on Dec 29, 2005 13:53:19 GMT -5
Still sticky from the dead man's roasted body, the armor nauseated him, but he reminded himself of the rumors he had heard of dragons and other such creatures and tried to be glad of such a convenient protection. Waving the sword in what he hoped seemed a menacing manner, he stumbled over a rock. How could soldiers move so easily under all this weight? Dropping the sword, he managed to prevent a fall by catching hold of a large boulder. As he reached for the sword a small figure rushed at him out of the darkness. "Thief! Pillager! Robber! You took my father's sword!" Meran heard himself give an undignified squawk as something slapped his face. Grappling with the being, he tried to make sense of what it was. Finally, he managed a solid grip on it's shoulders and held it off where it was less able to kick and hit him. What was a child doing out here? Hadn't it said something about a father and the sword? What was going on here? Ok, the kid can be male or female, child or young adult, but I'd like to give Meran a companion to care for and who will give him some troubles and even help. Don't turn him/her into a monster or make her/him vanish, please!
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Post by tulkas on Dec 29, 2005 23:07:44 GMT -5
"GIve it back!" the child screamed. "all rigt all right...It was too big for me anyway." The child kicked him in the shins. He chuckled. The child had little streanght and it didnt' hurt at all.
"You'd better save that for whoever did this," meran said looking about the wreackage. The child sat down and sobbed. Meran was never one to see someone cry. He turned away.
"your father was a brave man," he said hoping to stop the crying. It continued.
It reached a level that was unbearable. He wirled around, "would you..." gone. Just like everyone else. The boy wasn't there...
Meran sat down...
And took out an old map once drawn for him of Vroengard.
Lamia...the land to the west....woadglad to the south... Ruinati and the fabled city of Rome to the southwest... and to the north....Kehjistan....
He hated the name of the blasted half submerged mangrove and assorted plantlife rainforest. It scaled beyond all reconing. It was huge...
"I guess I could go there," he thought. Uhg. it was too much for now. The stink was growing. And more cries filled the air.. He ran toward it. Desperate.
(I'll try and be a little more frequent with my posts... I've had a buisy life for the past...six months....sorry everyone.)
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Post by kg00ds on Dec 30, 2005 3:02:25 GMT -5
After an hour and a half of running, he stopped to rest. Seeing a stump, he plopped his weary limbs down. Sitting there, he wondered if he was still in the land of Zodiac. He wasn't sure where its borders lay. Head spinning, he stumbled through an onslaught of thoughts. How far was this rain forest? What would he do when he got there? Was going ther really his best course of action? What did it matter? He was all alone and did not know when he would see his two seeming allies again. Pulling the map back out he prepared to figure out at least some of the answers to his questions.
Staring at the map he began to try and discern its markings. The legend in the lower right hand corner had become smuged and was hard to read. Yet, he could still make out the symbols and with a little common sense he knew he could figure out where his future realm ended. Studying the map he soon discovered that beyond the forest,which was in and of itself vast, was a grand mountain range,the Mountains of Fate, and they were the border of his land in the East. Furthermore, he noticed the range had one peculiar characteristic it ran in the shape of a half moon thus surrounding his domain on three sides: to the North, the West, and the South. According to the map the rain forest had to be another months journey, since the Mountains would have to be scaled along the way. How could he have missed them before. Contemplating the situation for a moment he decided it would be best to wait until he heard from the prophet again. To the East nothing but the blue of the ocean. It was a beautiful ocean. He remembered seeing it as as a small boy- one time. Funny, he couldn't remember its name. What was it's name?
Contemplating these things, Meran heard it again- the sound which had drawn him into the cave to begin with. "How could this be" he thought. Surely, I have left the cave far behind by now.
Looking up, he noticed the setting was familiar. Getting up he walked a little further and found himself looking down the face of a cliff- a familiar smell drifting to his nose. Had he gone in a circle or was this forest full of roasted soilders?
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Post by kg00ds on Jan 1, 2006 21:23:39 GMT -5
"What do I do now?" "I could go build a shelter and wait or I could go back to Valor and see what I can learn." "I wonder what would happen if I called out to Abba or his prophet." "Would they hear me?" "Are they watching?" "All this running in circles and everybody sneakin up on me is really getting on my nerves." Oh, well I guess I could go back down to the stream and catch me some supper." Then taking a deep breath, Meran began to head back down the hill.
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Post by Bard Child on Jan 6, 2006 12:04:58 GMT -5
(Ok I love story games, I play them all the time with my little sister, so I'll join in)
The child watch Meran head back down the hill. He was hiding in the shadows after he sped off. Clutching a sword still he felt the suffocating grip of loneyness and fear. The boy was about twelve summers old and was rather thin. His scruffy mid length hair was the color of oak bark which is way he was called Oaklynn. Dark blue eyes still clinging with tears, he too wandered down the hill. Oaklynn still heard the the words of Meran in his head You father was a brave man
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Post by kg00ds on Jan 8, 2006 21:35:12 GMT -5
Meanwhile, nearby someone was busy excavating in the caverns of this ancient forest.
“Come, come quickly” cried Alon. “Huh,” replied Ariel. “I’ve found something come quickly.” Sliding down the tunnel as quickly as he could Ariel was soon hunched over Alon starring at a half submerged object projecting from the cavern floor.
“What is it” he asked. Alon replied, "this my friend is what is going to save our lives. It’s a dragon’s egg."
Dumbfounded, Ariel said “I don’t understand. How is this going to save our lives?”
“Well, you see,” Alon began “King Vitac has declared that whoever can bring him a dragon egg intact will be given 7 flocks of sheep, 2 flocks of goats, and 3 herds of Camels plus two acres of land. Brother, if we can dig this egg up we are going to be rich."
Ariel’s deep laugh drowned Alon out before he could go on.
"Brother that will be nice I can’t remember the last time we had a hot meal and some property of our own. If we pull this off then we can stop being thieves and quit worrying about having our hands cut off."
Stepping back, Ariel gave Alon room to continue digging.
“How long do you think this is going to take” asked Ariel? “About an hour” replied Alon. "We have to be careful or the egg may break."
“It looks pretty tough to me” said Ariel. “Just go back up to the tunnel entrance Ariel before someone tries to take our prize” said Alon as he continued to carefully extract their award from mother nature’s flesh.
Meanwhile, on top of the Mountain, the wise Ammut was fast asleep. Unlike many of his kind he did not like sleeping in the Caverns of his domain rather he preferred the wide open spaces. So, he was unaware that one of his offspring was being taken from under his nose.
Suddenly, a loud thump came to the beast ear. “What was that he exclaimed to himself.”
Just then Meran heard the sound too, although he was several fathoms below near the cave entrance at the base of the mountain.
Turning to face the cavern entrance he saw the shivering young boy and asked his name.
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Post by Bard Child on Jan 9, 2006 16:03:54 GMT -5
Oaklynn looked at the Meran with lonely, foresaken eyes. "My name is Oaklynn. My father was Gaelos. I'm alone now I guess, my mother is dead as well, from illness." Oaklynn sneezed hard. "I guess I might join them." A cough rattle the boys bones. "May I stay with you mister? I have no home to go to now?"
Ammut was curious about the sound, He need to explore anyway, he had a hunger to be sated. He flapped his huge wing and gave a earshattering roar...
Alon only said one word "Uh Oh...."
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Post by kg00ds on Jan 9, 2006 17:40:59 GMT -5
In the cavren, the hour had passed quickly for Alon, and he was calling Ariel to help him transport the egg out of the cave. “C’mon I need a hand here. I can’t drag it out you know.” “Ok, get on the other side brother and I’ll grab this end” replied the massive Jew. Finally, working together they made quick time weaving their way out of the tunnel with their precious cargo intact. Then suddenly they heard Ammut's roar and their hearts began to race.
Upon reaching the entrance Ariel noticed a small figure hiding in the brush. “Hello” he cried. “Hey, Alon someone seems to be watching us. What do you want to do?”
“For now just ignore them, man. We have to get out of here before we are found out by the master of this lair” replied the now worried Alon.
" Alright, let’s move then the cart is just over here.
“Whew! We just barley made it” Ariel said as they unloaded their cargo into the back of their cart.
“Hurry, hop on, grab the reigns and lets go” said Alon as he hoped onto the cart himself. Quickly running to the front Ariel did just that and they were off.
Just then, Alon heard someone yell and noticed that their small friend was now running after them followed by a Giant and another dwarf.
“Hey, brother we’ve got company” yelled Alon over the rumble of the cart going down the hill. “What, I cant hear you” replied the preoccupied Ariel. “I said we’ve got company.” “So move it, we have got to go faster.”
“Ok” replied Ariel as he sped the horses on.
Then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw a dragon swooping down upon them.
Ammut had been watching since they had emerged from the cage. Their care with the egg had intrigued him at first. This wasn’t the first time treasure hunters had trespassed on his property. Yet, these were the first to steal an egg. Why? What did they want with it, he thought. Oh, well he could not let their audacity go unpunished. If he did they would only return, and that was something he could not allow. After all, his survival partly depended on the fear with which the local town’s folk were kept at bay. He knew what must be done. It was time to roast these thieves and make an example of them to other would be thieves. Maneuvering quickly he acquired the appropriate position, precisely angled his body and went for the kill. Swooping down upon the travelers at an unbelievable speed Ammut prepared to set there wagon ablaze.
However, as he came down upon his target something caught his eye which caused him to pull up short and let his victims live for now.
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Post by kg00ds on Jan 10, 2006 21:05:22 GMT -5
Back at the cave entrance Meron and Oaklynn were eating the smoked trout Meron had just cooked on the fire Oaklynn had built. It was late evening, by now, and the Sun was beggining to set.
"Where did you learn to build a fire so well?" asked Meron.
"My father taught me before he died" replied Oaklynn.
"Hey Mr. , Where do you come from and where are you going?"
"I come from Vroengard and I am wandering this forest in search of the prophet of Abba."
"This prophet you speak of, is it a woman?" asked the boy.
"Yes! Why do you ask? Do you know where I can find her?" replied the eager Meron.
"Maybe -, that is if we can catch her." replied Oaklynn as he stuffed his face with fish.
"You see, she glides through the forest like a ship on the sea popping up mysteriously where she wishes as she wishes."
"I can believe it," said Meron with a smirk on his face.
"Well, there is a place she goes to often-"said Oaklynn.
"Where?" interrupted Meron.
"Patience Old Man I will show you tommorrow. I am tired now, let's get some sleep," said the boy as he yawned.
Suddenly, as he began to lay down his head they heard the great Ammut roar as he soared towards his prey.
"What was that?" said Meron. "Why, it was a dragon of course," said Oaklynn jumping up excitedly.
"Mm-my father was killed by one of those," we have to hide MR.- c'mon."
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