- Arielle
- Hauntess
- Comet's storyteller
- Ypsy O Yew
- Covenant of Blood
- Kholoth/Gowron
- Zwack
- Gor'bladz
- Pict Hedgehog
- Misc
Arielle's Tales
Story of Cruelty and Revenge
by Arielle
As i was walking to Skara Brae to sell some of my thing, by Britain moongate
I heard someone weeping in the bushes.I came to look, for my heart was breaking
from such sounds.I found a little girl, must be twelve years of age, weeping, laying on the cold
soil.
When i touched her shoulder, she shuddered and groaned, and to my face
was revealed a hirrible wound in her back.Peices of skin and flesh hanging,
and blood flowing like river.Poor things could only weep silently from pain.
I carried her to the nearest healer, and when the healer done her magic, and healed that
horrible wound, i asked the poor girl who done this to her.
Penny, as she told me her name is, is a simple beggar.
She has no home and all she has is few scraps of food she found in the
cities' dump.Penny told me, that on the road from Britain to the moongate, she was
paralyzed by a stranger, and a big man ran out from the bushes, and they all started
to snoop about her belingings.Since she had none, the big man (that is how
Penny described him to me ) told her she may pass.
Still shaking from the paralyze spell, she told the man that is was very nice of him to let her
go.
As she started on her way to the moongate, a bolt was shot in her back.
Bleeding and blinded from pain, little girl crawled into the nearest bush, fearing for her
life.
I gathered by good friends, Comet and Gowron.Comet went first, and as was expected
The "big man" attacked her.She was wearing no armor.
By that time me and Gowron ran in, killed the man.Vyle of Hythloth his name is.
His accomplice ,after unsuccessful attack on Gowron fleed.
Ambersol was her name.
Now the little girl is well once again, and i have a new, beautiful set
of rose colored plate.
Vyle of Hythloth hides by the road to Britain.His little doggie Ambersol
paralyzes a lone passerbyer.They snoop them, then either steal all his belongings, and/or
mercilessly kill them.
That is my story of revenge.This one is for you poor Penny.
As the Day was Dawning...
by Arielle
The evening was calm and sun's last rays gently caressed my skin,
as i punched daylights out of Not. Korak peacefully chewed on a leg of chicken, hidden in the corner..
Everything seemed serene and peacefull by the Outpost.
But suddenly a dark shadow emerged from the nearby bushes.It was a tall, dark man,
his face hidden by a ferosious plate helm,and the aura of darkness and evil
surrounded him as a cloud.
The man stopped and looked at us with an evil eye, i could feel the chill running through my veins,
and my hand reaching for my bow. My eyes instincively sized the foe,
and his volnurable spots,as Not stopped to heal himself.
After long pause, the man spoke:
"Attack me, u whore!"
Puzzled by such greeting, me and Not smiled, thinking this could be no more
than a joke. I put my bow down, and smiled.
"Attack me newbee!" -the man seemed angry, and craved for blood.
" NO, stranger, we will not attack you. Leave." - said Not, his hand still
on his sword sheath.
"Then ill stay!"- the man said, making few steps forward.- "YOu are all a buncha
newbees!Attack me, Im red."
"Stay or go, makes no difference. I call you bluff."
I wasnt sure how to react to this man, but looking at the big heavy cross-bow
strapped to his back i decided to avoid the fight.
" 2 on 1, fair deal for me" - said the man.
Meanwhile Korak finished his supper and emerged from the shadows.
"Nay, tis 3 on 1."- said Korak, coming into view.
"Even better.Ur all newbees." -man seemed to be smirking under that frightning helm.
Korak unsheathed his sword and moved closer.
"Cop Por!" - uttered the man.
Me and Not, took out our wepons and charged at the rude attacker. My arrows flew fast, right through the
breastplate of his armor.The man groaned, and started chanting healing spell. I look at Korak, as 3'd Energy BOlt
cut him down to the ground. Gasping, i rushed to his body, preventing our foe taking his belonging. The dark man
unsheathed his crossbow with one swift motion and aimed it at Not.
A though ran through both of our minds.TO the moongate! Get the guard's attention!
We both ran for the moondage, and through the rushes of wind in my ears I heard
voice of our brave paladine Not. He fell, after another energy bolt.
Heart pumping, I made a run for the moongate, hoping that the stranger is
greedy enough to fall for such silly trick.
As i stepped unto the moongate soil, i called "Guards! Help me!", and the mad-man, realizing his
big mistake started covering in fear.
In a flash of lightning a mighty town guard appeared, and all i can see is a severed head of
a man rolling to my feet.It was done. Still shaking, and chuckling at the same time, i calmly picked up his
wonderfull plate suit, his masterly crafted heavy crossbow, and headed home.
Strange people are about these days, perhaps more can come and share their equipment with the poor folks
of the outpost.
My question remains still, who is the "whore"?
Zendella's Transport from Trinsic
by Arielle
The warriors gathered in Trinsic, talking loudly and cheerfully. They had numbers, the steel of their weapons and armor sparkled in the sun, and clinking noise filled the small square in front of the jail. Impatiently the crowd cheered for the prisoner to be brought out.
At last, the guards appeared lead a tired and beaten woman, her hair madly trailing the breeze, and the menacing glare in cold gray eyes. Zendella…the Follower of Armageddon, being that haunted the land with the others taking one innocent life after another. I watched her silently remembering the battle, the struggle of handful of warrior against her and Junin.
Grinning Gowron nudged me to proceed forward not to be left behind, as the army merrily, with mocking and taunts head out of the West Gates. Guards looked around cautiously, while the mob yelled and cheered and pushed around trying to catch a glimpse of once powerful foe, now chained and pulled towards her fate. Zendella grinned to herself, looking around , studying people around her. Something in her eyes made me think that she knows something we dont, and I urged Gowron and others in our group not to get behind.
Passing few miles through the forest on a narrow dirty road, listening to drunken and loud knights joke about the prisoner and FOA, talks of an easy victory and disappointment at the absence of any decent action.
The bridge was coming into view, murky waters of the river splashing lazily, beckoningly for the approaching army…and then…
An arrow struck the man in front of me, his blood splashing generously upon my face. Mortified the crowd scattered not realizing what was happening. Zendella laughed a bit standing among chaotic running around of her ‘warders’ and confused guards. I crawled into the bush preparing my bow for the battle..and then it began…
It seemed from all over the forest, from all side dark figures were coming out, fire and lightning blasting, arrows flying without a miss, steel clinking. Cries and hollers of pain and fear filled the air, as the army was falling,..i felt a warm and sweetly smelling puddle that started forming on the ground, getting bigger and bigger…blood.
Blood seemed to be flowing like river, it is the first time I have witnessed it..splashing with disgusting slurps, filled with chunks of flesh it flowed freely, as the army of undead roamed around. Cries grew quieter in a matter of minutes…few were crawling on the ground, dying, mutilated remnants of once mighty warriors all around me. Mortified and frightened I remained frozen in my place watching as Undead methodically finished off the ones lying on the ground. Mercilessly and coldly they fired bolts and arrows on the dying people, making sure noone is left alive.
My mind was racing, and I felt cold and nauseous, the putrid stench of death filled the air. I put away my bow not knowing if to accept death or try to make it out alive.
Undead scanned around for any survivors, missing me hidden in the bush just by inches.
Holding my breath, and praying for this one moment when they are far enough for me to read the recall scroll….slowly, without breathing I took the scroll out of my back, my heart stopping as a lich walked over and sniffed the air. It knew I was there, its heavy crossbow ready to fire lich slowly headed towards my hide-out.
With shaking fingers I unrolled the scroll and like a prayer chanted to my self "Kal Ort Por"..just as the lich aimed its crossbow right into my forehead….
Bewildered I appeared at the abbey, my clothing completely soaked with human blood, still warm…People looked at me, as I madly looked around as if awaking from worst nightmare I’ve ever seen.
That day I have remembered the name of the Undead, and I doubt I will easily forget the slaughter or my fellow men and women who fell that day near the Trinsic bridge.