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And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
Insert Yourself Into the Malazan World: Book 2
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Posted 12 November 2003 - 01:09 PM
Well? Would you like me to delete it or is it ok? And are we actually trying with this now or has it been consigned to the bn marked "Do you remember the good old days when..."?
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Fire is life and life is fire. Fire is the war agaist the cold, the slayer of ice. Fire is our salvation.
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Fire is life and life is fire. Fire is the war agaist the cold, the slayer of ice. Fire is our salvation.
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Arthritic Priest of the Hold of the Elders
#63 Guest_Bottle_*
Posted 20 July 2003 - 12:30 AM
Bottle pulls his brown cloak tighter around himself and pulled away from the crowd. For nearly an hour he had joined the crowd as they screamed for the blood of magic users.
"Empress," Bottle cursed as he turned round and disappeared into the gloom of a narrow alleyway. "She turns against her own kind."
Ahead, an old lady was churning up a small storm of brown dust by beating a sand imbued rug against the granite wall. Her neighbour, obviously used to this inconvenience slammed her wooden window shut.
"Death to the Nobles!!" the chant took a new twist. Bottle sighed. Someone is definitely orchestrating all this.
"Young man," the old lady looked up, her eyes narrowing. "You are not what you seem."
Bottle smirked as he silently paced past, parting his warren slightly as he conjured the illusion of a demon coalescing out from the swirling dust.
The old lady let loose one yelp of terror, scrambled backwards before landing head first on the granite floor.
Bottle smiled.
Meanwhile, a dark haired woman piled up six to seven yellow fruits on a silver serving tray. She nodded her head in satisfaction while eyeing the window to make sure no dust seeped through. The old lady across the alley has this nasty habit of doing her dusting in the close confine, and by Beru she is not going to have her kitchen coated in dust just to mantain neighbourly grace.
A loud shriek caught her attention. She pushed one of the panes only to have rolling dust spilling into her kitchen. Swearing, she slammed it shut as she shouted, "You alright there, lady?"
No reply. She thought after a few seconds of silence. Most be one of the crone's histrionics again. Beru fend, would she be glad the day when that lady dropped dead with her head cracked against the granite floor!!
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I would rather let ten innocents die, than to let one guilty live.
"Empress," Bottle cursed as he turned round and disappeared into the gloom of a narrow alleyway. "She turns against her own kind."
Ahead, an old lady was churning up a small storm of brown dust by beating a sand imbued rug against the granite wall. Her neighbour, obviously used to this inconvenience slammed her wooden window shut.
"Death to the Nobles!!" the chant took a new twist. Bottle sighed. Someone is definitely orchestrating all this.
"Young man," the old lady looked up, her eyes narrowing. "You are not what you seem."
Bottle smirked as he silently paced past, parting his warren slightly as he conjured the illusion of a demon coalescing out from the swirling dust.
The old lady let loose one yelp of terror, scrambled backwards before landing head first on the granite floor.
Bottle smiled.
Meanwhile, a dark haired woman piled up six to seven yellow fruits on a silver serving tray. She nodded her head in satisfaction while eyeing the window to make sure no dust seeped through. The old lady across the alley has this nasty habit of doing her dusting in the close confine, and by Beru she is not going to have her kitchen coated in dust just to mantain neighbourly grace.
A loud shriek caught her attention. She pushed one of the panes only to have rolling dust spilling into her kitchen. Swearing, she slammed it shut as she shouted, "You alright there, lady?"
No reply. She thought after a few seconds of silence. Most be one of the crone's histrionics again. Beru fend, would she be glad the day when that lady dropped dead with her head cracked against the granite floor!!
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I would rather let ten innocents die, than to let one guilty live.
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Posted 07 March 2004 - 09:29 PM
OOC: You're going to post here? It shall be revived? Yay! Love you, dearest. 
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“Yes, and there is a man outside called Vakar Mobris, though his accent is unknown to me.â€
“What does he want?â€
Pearl shrugged, “Wine, apparently, and more pen time.â€
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“Yes, and there is a man outside called Vakar Mobris, though his accent is unknown to me.â€
“What does he want?â€
Pearl shrugged, “Wine, apparently, and more pen time.â€
#65 Guest_Morneson_*
Posted 02 October 2003 - 03:47 AM
The man notes the tension in the air, as well as the Lady's reaction. He smiles again, slightly less brightly this time.
'I think we came at the wrong time.' he says in a conversational tone with the limp body next to him. He slowly examines each person present carefully, keeping his hands neatly folded in front of him.
The two Liosan are glaring furiously at the man, and their looks have a hint of bitterness in them. They cast the balding man a brief, almost dismissive look, before muttering discontently between themselves.
He eyes the Lady, and barely registers again the fact that she was upset when something surprising catches his attention. There is a hint of a bond between the Lady and the man the Liosan are angry at.
As he ponders about this, the young man begins to stir, weakly trying to lift himself off the ground and failing.
'Oh, you're awake.' He mutters distantly, staring at the man, before finally transfering his gaze onto the other figure on the ground. His eyes widen slightly, before it is quickly replaced by the same smile.
'What a fun party we've joined.' He grins, feeling surge of excitement, and resists the urge to laugh. 'Get up now, you've rested enough.' His tone is gentle, but the young man suddenly sits bolt upright, before scrambling onto his feet. 'Good.' His grin fades a little. 'It's a pity no one's answered my question. I'll answer it myself. I'm doing pretty well, plenty to eat and plenty of sleep. My friend here was a little tired, so he had to rest a little. My sincere apologies. He won't do that again.' The young man flinches, his pale face becoming whiter. 'Don't mind him.'
He smiles serenely around him, getting a better grasp on his emotions, while the young man stares around with awe and fear.
'I think we came at the wrong time.' he says in a conversational tone with the limp body next to him. He slowly examines each person present carefully, keeping his hands neatly folded in front of him.
The two Liosan are glaring furiously at the man, and their looks have a hint of bitterness in them. They cast the balding man a brief, almost dismissive look, before muttering discontently between themselves.
He eyes the Lady, and barely registers again the fact that she was upset when something surprising catches his attention. There is a hint of a bond between the Lady and the man the Liosan are angry at.
As he ponders about this, the young man begins to stir, weakly trying to lift himself off the ground and failing.
'Oh, you're awake.' He mutters distantly, staring at the man, before finally transfering his gaze onto the other figure on the ground. His eyes widen slightly, before it is quickly replaced by the same smile.
'What a fun party we've joined.' He grins, feeling surge of excitement, and resists the urge to laugh. 'Get up now, you've rested enough.' His tone is gentle, but the young man suddenly sits bolt upright, before scrambling onto his feet. 'Good.' His grin fades a little. 'It's a pity no one's answered my question. I'll answer it myself. I'm doing pretty well, plenty to eat and plenty of sleep. My friend here was a little tired, so he had to rest a little. My sincere apologies. He won't do that again.' The young man flinches, his pale face becoming whiter. 'Don't mind him.'
He smiles serenely around him, getting a better grasp on his emotions, while the young man stares around with awe and fear.
#66 Guest_allwilldie_*
Posted 20 July 2003 - 05:15 AM
"Our plans are nearing fruition, sister," he said glancing around. Her voice was full of comtempt as she replied, "First we need our sword back, and for that we need a human tool." Pulling her shimering purple robes tighter as she muttered, "And we haven't been having much luck with those recently."
"We'll find one, dear sister, we always do. Humans are so open to manipulation," he said with a grin.
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Hardly surprising that Death has no taste. [Nerruse]
"We'll find one, dear sister, we always do. Humans are so open to manipulation," he said with a grin.
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Hardly surprising that Death has no taste. [Nerruse]
#67 Guest_PUG_*
Posted 18 August 2003 - 04:54 AM
OK guys, lets start the story here then.
As the sleeping Goddess stirred with a restless nightmare from which she was unable to wake. The earth shuddered and rippled as the thunderous sounds of multiple eruptions swept across the landscape, shattering hills and turning stone withering ash. Rivers of the earth’s molten blood flowed across the ravaged land, as magma sprayed into the air.
The earth had been laid to waste as the two warring warrens in their unveiled fury verged upon the realm of chaos. Kurald Thyrllan and the unknown warren of the Forkrul Assail shrouded both the sky and the land in crimson fire until the line between the two had become indistinguishable.
Within the dead ground of a smoking crater the Forkrul Assail Lord pursued his soaring enemies with eyes whispering of deaths peace. On his left a white dragon laid motionless as it boiled in the juices of its own blood. Hissing open wounds smoked and blistered, spitting flesh about the crater, staining the ash as the stench as death and sorcery hung unmoving in a haze within the crater.
The six remaining dragons struck in unison as a wave of brilliant fire shadowed the evading Forkrul Assail Lord. As the white dragons passed over the crater, the slim pale figure drew power about him as his elongated figure glowed with controlled fury. He unleashed his warrens power in gouts of judgement as two of the dragons were turned to ash, which lightly fell to the earth. With howls of rage the four dragons once again turned towards the Forkrul Assail Lord for another passing assault. The hint of a smile came to its narrow face as it prepared to deliver its final judgement upon this creature. This dragon d’ivers that was a threat not only to its existence, but also to that of this entire world.
The dragons swooped, this time not going over the crater, but plunging into the earth. A cloud of dust exploded into the air as the startled Forkrul Assail Lord lost sight of his prey. There was a deafening silence as the world paused in anticipation. Then suddenly, without the hint of a warning Pug in his hulking Tiste Liosan form appeared behind the unsuspecting Forkrul Assail Lord, rising from the ash of the crater to stand over the unknown creature. In his hands he held two white scimitars, Blood Drinker and Soul Thirst. Which he brought down upon the Forkrul Assail Lord in unending savage arcs, until it no longer bore any resemblance to its former self.
Exhausted Pug collapsed to the ground as darkness began to fill his vision, for the time being his rage had been quenched in the surrounding fires. Today he had encountered an enemy which had caused to him feel fear for the first time in thousands of years.
Your turn Lady A
[This message was edited by PUG on 20 August 2003 at 05:22 PM.]
As the sleeping Goddess stirred with a restless nightmare from which she was unable to wake. The earth shuddered and rippled as the thunderous sounds of multiple eruptions swept across the landscape, shattering hills and turning stone withering ash. Rivers of the earth’s molten blood flowed across the ravaged land, as magma sprayed into the air.
The earth had been laid to waste as the two warring warrens in their unveiled fury verged upon the realm of chaos. Kurald Thyrllan and the unknown warren of the Forkrul Assail shrouded both the sky and the land in crimson fire until the line between the two had become indistinguishable.
Within the dead ground of a smoking crater the Forkrul Assail Lord pursued his soaring enemies with eyes whispering of deaths peace. On his left a white dragon laid motionless as it boiled in the juices of its own blood. Hissing open wounds smoked and blistered, spitting flesh about the crater, staining the ash as the stench as death and sorcery hung unmoving in a haze within the crater.
The six remaining dragons struck in unison as a wave of brilliant fire shadowed the evading Forkrul Assail Lord. As the white dragons passed over the crater, the slim pale figure drew power about him as his elongated figure glowed with controlled fury. He unleashed his warrens power in gouts of judgement as two of the dragons were turned to ash, which lightly fell to the earth. With howls of rage the four dragons once again turned towards the Forkrul Assail Lord for another passing assault. The hint of a smile came to its narrow face as it prepared to deliver its final judgement upon this creature. This dragon d’ivers that was a threat not only to its existence, but also to that of this entire world.
The dragons swooped, this time not going over the crater, but plunging into the earth. A cloud of dust exploded into the air as the startled Forkrul Assail Lord lost sight of his prey. There was a deafening silence as the world paused in anticipation. Then suddenly, without the hint of a warning Pug in his hulking Tiste Liosan form appeared behind the unsuspecting Forkrul Assail Lord, rising from the ash of the crater to stand over the unknown creature. In his hands he held two white scimitars, Blood Drinker and Soul Thirst. Which he brought down upon the Forkrul Assail Lord in unending savage arcs, until it no longer bore any resemblance to its former self.
Exhausted Pug collapsed to the ground as darkness began to fill his vision, for the time being his rage had been quenched in the surrounding fires. Today he had encountered an enemy which had caused to him feel fear for the first time in thousands of years.
Your turn Lady A
[This message was edited by PUG on 20 August 2003 at 05:22 PM.]
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Posted 23 December 2003 - 04:24 AM
OOC: for continuity i'm gonna read crater as mountain pass 
oh yeah and to everyone else, i have tool's permission on the following
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Tolkner examined the tall bonecaster who stood before him. His mind raced as he considered the consequences of what he was about to do.
Yet done it must be.
Sighing, he set about a course that was now beyond his control.
"Bonecaster, first of all i require that will never deliberately reveal this meeting to Teillos, nor will any of your kin."
he waited for the Imass to nod his agreement before continuing.
"The outcase must be removed. I don't care how he is removed, be it death or imprisoned in the Azath. Although i'm not sure that even the Azath could contain him. Pug is a threat, as i'm sure you realise. For millenia you fought the Jaguht because they were a threat. Whether or not i agree with that " , the bonecaster seemed to stiffen slightly at that," is irrelevant. We agree something must be done. For my part i will do whatever i can to aid you. That is, without placing my lady in danger. She is not to be harmed, despite her... childish actions before. There is hope for her yet. She can still feel love for a start. That is a good sign"
The T'lan Imass bonecaster stood completely still for a second as it considered the proposition. Tolkner waited patiently as it consulted with his fellow bonecaster kin. He seemed to nod at something and those hollow eyes swung round to regard him once more.
"And what would you have in return, priest of light?"
The thought shocked him. Tolkner was about to get angry and shout indignantly at the bonecaster for presuming that he was doing this for personal gain. Then as quickly as his anger had arisen it dissapeared as an idea planted itself in his mind. He let is settle for a couple of seconds as he weighed it up.
It might just work.
"Very well bonecaster. After the Outcast has been dealt with, i want one boon from you."
The bonecaster listened as Tolkner outlined his proposal. When he had listening to Tolkner outlining his reward; he stood staring at the priest. Tolkner found those hollow eye sockets an uncomfortable burden to bear but he kept his gaze steady. Finally the Imass bonecaster spoke.
"Do you realise what you ask mortal?"
"Aye, i do. And you want the outcast. You are more than welcome to try without my help but that means going through my Shining Lady and not around her. It's your choice, although i do believe you had a slight taste of what that would be like today.."
The undead figure of the T'lan Imass Bonecaster stood silent for a long time as it once more conferred with its kin. Tolkner watched the faded fur of some creature flap around those wide bone shoulders. He couldn't quite make out whatever it was meant to be. But i wouldnt like to meet one on a dark night, that is for sure.
He was startled as the bonecaster suddenly spoke.
"It is agreed. If you assist in the outcast's disposal then your boon shall be granted. We are done?"
"Yes, we are."
Tolkner handed him the skull of the nameless Imass warrior. "You might want this"
Without a word the bonecaster dissapeared into a cloud of dust on the floor and then even that was gone.
"Well Tolkner you old fool, it's done now." A thought struck the priest."And you didn't even get his name."
He couldn't help laughing at the absurd notion of putting his life into the balance with a completely unknown stranger. An undead stranger at that.
"What's done is done. It's time to get back"
With a wave of his hand he opened a portal and stepped through into the warren.
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"… Lost in a shadowy portal between two lights;
A place where bladed pain runs throughout all delights.
My soul is lost in the blissful, melancholy moment,
Wanting no fulfilment - just an everlasting instant …" - Mort
It's time..
oh yeah and to everyone else, i have tool's permission on the following
IC:
Tolkner examined the tall bonecaster who stood before him. His mind raced as he considered the consequences of what he was about to do.
Yet done it must be.
Sighing, he set about a course that was now beyond his control.
"Bonecaster, first of all i require that will never deliberately reveal this meeting to Teillos, nor will any of your kin."
he waited for the Imass to nod his agreement before continuing.
"The outcase must be removed. I don't care how he is removed, be it death or imprisoned in the Azath. Although i'm not sure that even the Azath could contain him. Pug is a threat, as i'm sure you realise. For millenia you fought the Jaguht because they were a threat. Whether or not i agree with that " , the bonecaster seemed to stiffen slightly at that," is irrelevant. We agree something must be done. For my part i will do whatever i can to aid you. That is, without placing my lady in danger. She is not to be harmed, despite her... childish actions before. There is hope for her yet. She can still feel love for a start. That is a good sign"
The T'lan Imass bonecaster stood completely still for a second as it considered the proposition. Tolkner waited patiently as it consulted with his fellow bonecaster kin. He seemed to nod at something and those hollow eyes swung round to regard him once more.
"And what would you have in return, priest of light?"
The thought shocked him. Tolkner was about to get angry and shout indignantly at the bonecaster for presuming that he was doing this for personal gain. Then as quickly as his anger had arisen it dissapeared as an idea planted itself in his mind. He let is settle for a couple of seconds as he weighed it up.
It might just work.
"Very well bonecaster. After the Outcast has been dealt with, i want one boon from you."
The bonecaster listened as Tolkner outlined his proposal. When he had listening to Tolkner outlining his reward; he stood staring at the priest. Tolkner found those hollow eye sockets an uncomfortable burden to bear but he kept his gaze steady. Finally the Imass bonecaster spoke.
"Do you realise what you ask mortal?"
"Aye, i do. And you want the outcast. You are more than welcome to try without my help but that means going through my Shining Lady and not around her. It's your choice, although i do believe you had a slight taste of what that would be like today.."
The undead figure of the T'lan Imass Bonecaster stood silent for a long time as it once more conferred with its kin. Tolkner watched the faded fur of some creature flap around those wide bone shoulders. He couldn't quite make out whatever it was meant to be. But i wouldnt like to meet one on a dark night, that is for sure.
He was startled as the bonecaster suddenly spoke.
"It is agreed. If you assist in the outcast's disposal then your boon shall be granted. We are done?"
"Yes, we are."
Tolkner handed him the skull of the nameless Imass warrior. "You might want this"
Without a word the bonecaster dissapeared into a cloud of dust on the floor and then even that was gone.
"Well Tolkner you old fool, it's done now." A thought struck the priest."And you didn't even get his name."
He couldn't help laughing at the absurd notion of putting his life into the balance with a completely unknown stranger. An undead stranger at that.
"What's done is done. It's time to get back"
With a wave of his hand he opened a portal and stepped through into the warren.
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"… Lost in a shadowy portal between two lights;
A place where bladed pain runs throughout all delights.
My soul is lost in the blissful, melancholy moment,
Wanting no fulfilment - just an everlasting instant …" - Mort
It's time..
#69 Guest_Morneson_*
Posted 19 November 2003 - 03:00 AM
A wide grin splits Shalk's face.
'Oh, but how can I leave? Even curiousity alone binds me here.'
Behind him the boy nervously backs away, then pales and crumples onto the ground.
'Bad boy, bad boy.' Shalk admonishes the unconscious young man. 'Sorry, he does that sometimes.' He beams brightly.
'Oh, but how can I leave? Even curiousity alone binds me here.'
Behind him the boy nervously backs away, then pales and crumples onto the ground.
'Bad boy, bad boy.' Shalk admonishes the unconscious young man. 'Sorry, he does that sometimes.' He beams brightly.
#70 Guest_The Shadowlord_*
Posted 18 August 2003 - 08:20 AM
Rael was thrown violently back against the wall and found himself unable to move. The rushing tide of Imass undulated towards him, a convulating mass of rotting flesh and breaking bone. Their charge was utterly silent except for the creak of old limbs, and he watched in helpless horror as they rushed upon his son, his young son, spears and swords piercing his skin and undead fingers ripping apart flesh in a spray of blood. He let loose a bestial roar of anger and hatred and sprang forward toward the raging Imass army. A nebular sword of whipping wisps of shadow took form in his hand and he brought it round in a wide arc to crash into several Imass, sending them flying broken and torn backwards. Grey fire wreathed out from him, erupting outwards in shimmering, fiery spectres as he crushed countless Imass. They had killed his son, his innocent son, and they would not go unpunished.
OOC: yay, its back
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With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
- Preludes II - T.S. Elliot
OOC: yay, its back
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With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
- Preludes II - T.S. Elliot
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Posted 05 November 2003 - 10:33 AM
*Monok rose from the dust at the lip of the crater. He walks through the group, ignoring the tension that filled the air, and, after a few seconds scanning faces, turns to the post powerful person known to him. Teillos.*
(Gesturing at Pug) He is still weak, Liosan. We will finish him now.
*Teillos glares at him, an expression of distaste on her face.*
We?
*Monok's remaining army boils up from the ground, completelly encircling the crater.*
We.
OOC: Just to give it a little nudge.
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Fire is life and life is fire. Fire is the war agaist the cold, the slayer of ice. Fire is our salvation.
Chain Unaligned
Arthritic Priest of the Hold of the Elders
(Gesturing at Pug) He is still weak, Liosan. We will finish him now.
*Teillos glares at him, an expression of distaste on her face.*
We?
*Monok's remaining army boils up from the ground, completelly encircling the crater.*
We.
OOC: Just to give it a little nudge.
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Fire is life and life is fire. Fire is the war agaist the cold, the slayer of ice. Fire is our salvation.
Chain Unaligned
Arthritic Priest of the Hold of the Elders
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Posted 19 July 2003 - 06:06 PM
I think Monok is referring to the first installment of IYITMW.
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
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Posted 19 July 2003 - 01:26 PM
It's an RPG thing. See IYITMW.
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"Let he that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of a man, and his number is six hundred, three score and six."
-Revelation, Chapter 13, verse 18
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"Let he that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of a man, and his number is six hundred, three score and six."
-Revelation, Chapter 13, verse 18
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Posted 19 July 2003 - 06:12 PM
*Smakes forhead*
The bloody thread a few spaces below this one. Yeesh!
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
The bloody thread a few spaces below this one. Yeesh!
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
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Posted 16 November 2003 - 07:43 PM
Teillos stared at the Imass leader distastefully. "I would suggest that you and your...army...stay out of matters that do not concern you. This is a Liosan affair, and is therefore mine to judge."
"I should say not. Besides the circumstances that brought us all here, the Imass have made it our mission in life to rid the world of arrogance," Monok Ochem told her. There was something mocking in his smile.
"Look to your own, first, then," Teillos snapped. "Now leave before I get annoyed."
Monok snorted. "What are you going to do, stamp your foot?"
And now I am annoyed. Teillos reached for the power of Kurald Thyrllan. "I warn you, Imass," she snarled.
"You stand alone, Lady," Monok growled.
"No." Pug had risen to his feet. Aniesa and Nerisa came to either side of her, and Tolkner came forward.
Mortal, this is not your fight.
OOC: Poorly written and more Monok-sized than Lady A-sized. Sorry. I'll try and do a proper post soon. Anyway...cue Anomander.
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The Poor Me Story- Autobiographical piece in which the male viewpoint character complains that he is ugly and can't get laid.
"I should say not. Besides the circumstances that brought us all here, the Imass have made it our mission in life to rid the world of arrogance," Monok Ochem told her. There was something mocking in his smile.
"Look to your own, first, then," Teillos snapped. "Now leave before I get annoyed."
Monok snorted. "What are you going to do, stamp your foot?"
And now I am annoyed. Teillos reached for the power of Kurald Thyrllan. "I warn you, Imass," she snarled.
"You stand alone, Lady," Monok growled.
"No." Pug had risen to his feet. Aniesa and Nerisa came to either side of her, and Tolkner came forward.
Mortal, this is not your fight.
OOC: Poorly written and more Monok-sized than Lady A-sized. Sorry. I'll try and do a proper post soon. Anyway...cue Anomander.
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The Poor Me Story- Autobiographical piece in which the male viewpoint character complains that he is ugly and can't get laid.
#76
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Posted 21 July 2003 - 03:55 PM
The spectre of elitist crap raises its ugly head once more...
"Gods grant me the strength to know that not all paths are blocked by evil deeds."
"Gods grant me the strength to know that not all paths are blocked by evil deeds."
Victory is mine!
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Posted 20 July 2003 - 06:20 PM
OOC: Since this is becoming an RPG now, I'm moving it to Knoll Barrow. If Calot or Lady Atheilen want to move it back, fine by me.
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.
#78 Guest_Morneson_*
Posted 29 August 2003 - 01:21 AM
A balding man is crouched on the edge Morneson's grave, a wry smile on his face. He casually tosses a few flowers onto the grave, and stands up, his smile broadening.
'I did tell you I'll visit you. Shame you didn't quite know who you were.' He sniffs. 'What a waste. No matter now. Hood's not letting go of you.'
He smiles, dusting off his hands and his dark green robe, then nods at the younger man next to him, who creates a peculiar tear in the air.
'Off we go!' He beckons to the young man, who flinches slightly, and trots through the rent. The young man quickly follows, and the tear heals up quickly.
On the grave, the petals of the flowers tremble, then dip as the breeze dies. A stronger gust of wind whips up bits of rock and sand, which circle around the grave, but the flowers remain unmoved, its petals fluttering delicately.
[This message was edited by Morneson on 29 August 2003 at 02:29 AM.]
'I did tell you I'll visit you. Shame you didn't quite know who you were.' He sniffs. 'What a waste. No matter now. Hood's not letting go of you.'
He smiles, dusting off his hands and his dark green robe, then nods at the younger man next to him, who creates a peculiar tear in the air.
'Off we go!' He beckons to the young man, who flinches slightly, and trots through the rent. The young man quickly follows, and the tear heals up quickly.
On the grave, the petals of the flowers tremble, then dip as the breeze dies. A stronger gust of wind whips up bits of rock and sand, which circle around the grave, but the flowers remain unmoved, its petals fluttering delicately.
[This message was edited by Morneson on 29 August 2003 at 02:29 AM.]
#79
Monok
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- Group: Malaz Regular
- Posts: 71
- Joined: 01-January 03
Posted 20 December 2003 - 03:59 AM
Don't apologise! Far better than I'd have done it!
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Fire is life and life is fire. Fire is the war agaist the cold, the slayer of ice. Fire is our salvation.
Chain Unaligned
Arthritic Priest of the Hold of the Elders
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Fire is life and life is fire. Fire is the war agaist the cold, the slayer of ice. Fire is our salvation.
Chain Unaligned
Arthritic Priest of the Hold of the Elders
#80 Guest_PUG_*
Posted 19 August 2003 - 07:16 PM
Screams filled the scape of his restless mind, screams that plagued the ever rising memories of his past. Memories that feasted within his mind’s eye until only death and destruction could bring some measure of relief to him. Burying the nightmares of his past deeper into the oblivion he sought for them, or perhaps for himself. He had not always been the way that he had now become; rage had not always caged his heart as it now did.
The screams that had once come from his young throat were born of unspeakable violence. The Tiste Liosan, Osric, Anomander Rake, Brood and others had all sought to bind him, punish him for his very existence, which they saw as a future threat to their very lives. He had drawn too much power unto himself and they all feared what he would become. Caging him with the very realm of Chaos itself. He had once thought to himself that they should have realised that even the fires Chaos could not hold the monster that they created that day so long ago. They should have killed him then; their pity only led to the endless agonising torture of the chaotic fires that had once seared his flesh.
His memories shifted, shielding him from that horrific past. He was now a destroyer of countless worlds, of endless lives. All that stood in his path was consumed by his hunt for vengeance. Then, it was all shattered.
Anomander Rake
He pitied him, his beaten, lifeless form. He could not destroy him. Without the shadows of his past to chain him, what would he become.
Pug stirred, his strength slowly returning to his body. The elusive T’lan Imass Dragon.
Yes
He was hunting it; then he was attacked by something, something ancient and powerful that was unknown to him.
I destroyed it, yes
He remembered; exhausted, his dragon bone blades had savaged its flesh until nothing of its former self remained.
He felt the presence of others, beings that were familiar to him.
Kin. So they have finally come for me have they. I will show them just what they have found
His eyes snapped open and he saw three Tiste Liosan women standing over him. The centre one was of great power, but her manner, as with the other two suggested more of the fear they had for him rather than any desire for immediate confrontation.
‘What do you want’. His voice was cracked and dry, sounding like a bag of rattling bones.
OK Lady A, what would you like to talk about.
[This message was edited by PUG on 20 August 2003 at 07:39 PM.]
[This message was edited by PUG on 20 August 2003 at 07:42 PM.]
The screams that had once come from his young throat were born of unspeakable violence. The Tiste Liosan, Osric, Anomander Rake, Brood and others had all sought to bind him, punish him for his very existence, which they saw as a future threat to their very lives. He had drawn too much power unto himself and they all feared what he would become. Caging him with the very realm of Chaos itself. He had once thought to himself that they should have realised that even the fires Chaos could not hold the monster that they created that day so long ago. They should have killed him then; their pity only led to the endless agonising torture of the chaotic fires that had once seared his flesh.
His memories shifted, shielding him from that horrific past. He was now a destroyer of countless worlds, of endless lives. All that stood in his path was consumed by his hunt for vengeance. Then, it was all shattered.
Anomander Rake
He pitied him, his beaten, lifeless form. He could not destroy him. Without the shadows of his past to chain him, what would he become.
Pug stirred, his strength slowly returning to his body. The elusive T’lan Imass Dragon.
Yes
He was hunting it; then he was attacked by something, something ancient and powerful that was unknown to him.
I destroyed it, yes
He remembered; exhausted, his dragon bone blades had savaged its flesh until nothing of its former self remained.
He felt the presence of others, beings that were familiar to him.
Kin. So they have finally come for me have they. I will show them just what they have found
His eyes snapped open and he saw three Tiste Liosan women standing over him. The centre one was of great power, but her manner, as with the other two suggested more of the fear they had for him rather than any desire for immediate confrontation.
‘What do you want’. His voice was cracked and dry, sounding like a bag of rattling bones.
OK Lady A, what would you like to talk about.
[This message was edited by PUG on 20 August 2003 at 07:39 PM.]
[This message was edited by PUG on 20 August 2003 at 07:42 PM.]
