EQ2 Forum Archive @ EQ2Wire

 

Go Back   EQ2 Forum Archive @ EQ2Wire > EverQuest II > The Tavern > Traveler's Tales
Members List Search Mark Forums Read

Notices

Reply
 
Thread Tools
Old 10-07-2010, 10:38 PM   #211
Exelance
Server: Butcherblock
Guild: Dragons Decree
Rank: Dragon Killers

Loremaster
Exelance's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2006
Posts: 64
Default

Its sad to see how dead these forums have become.  I my self haven't even looked at them in months.  used to be a regular reader on here.  but over time, many of the great storys that inspired people to write have been deleted by user, Abruptly ended or just givin up on.

Makes me happy to see even one writer left still.  I think with all the drama that happened in the last couple years.  not many want to even bother writing about characters they are unsure they will be playing in a few months time.

i'm afraid the great days of the Round Robins,  Epic Chronicals and forum fun are gone from the land of Norrath.

Haven't read much of your story.  but i will.  i need a good jolt of the old days of story telling.

Exelance is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 10-08-2010, 03:14 AM   #212
Ferunnia

Loremaster
Ferunnia's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jan 2005
Posts: 796
Default

Yeah. We had quite a little community back in tha day. I came back and now just raid 4 nights a week...I go out and get trashed the other three, and work 6 days a week. In case anyone has been wondering what the hell happened to me finishing this [Removed for Content] book.

Ferunnia is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 01-16-2011, 05:42 PM   #213
Ferunnia

Loremaster
Ferunnia's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jan 2005
Posts: 796
Default

Book 5: Recollections of a Broken Past

 

 

Prologue

 

 

The tavern was quiet long after the story-teller finished her tale. Outside, the rain-slicked streets were drenched by yet another downpour. The plains of Karana still kept to their stormy ways. Thundermist Village, nestled between two small chains of mountains, was buffered by storms on a regular basis, especially now, during the rainy season.

Lightning flashed, fully illuminating the candle-lit room. Travelers and locals rubbed elbows, the place was packed to capacity and beyond, as word of the power of this stranger's tale raced through the town, drawing dozens of people to the inn to have a listen.

On many tables, drinks sat untouched. For once, the barkeep didn't mind, as he had been drawn in by the long tale as well. His mind still flashed with images given near-life by the stranger's eloquence in relating the tale. He could nearly smell the ashes of the jungle, taste the despair, then joy of the last few moments of Elhonna's life. Looking around, he saw that most of the people in the tavern were caught up in the same kinds of thoughts. There were tears on the cheeks of many, their hearts nearly broken by the loss, the irony of a goddess dying for her child that she would never get to meet.

After a couple of minutes, the crowd seemed to come out of its reverie. Drinks were ordered, quietly. None wanted to be the one to break that fragile peace, none wanted to disrespect the power of the tale.

“I find myself curious, then, to the fate of those involved,”one man sitting near the stage asked after a while.

The cloaked stranger stirred in her seat, rearranged her long, pale-colored hair about her heart shaped face, and spoke again to the crowd so raptly staring at her after the long tale.

“The stone read, 'Fate Shall One Day Reunite Us. Until Then, Protect That Which I Hold Dear.' As far as I know, Elhonna has never been seen again. These events happened over a decade ago. Ereviz is a High-Captain in the Knights of Bristlebane. Maggie, Noris, and Fiona returned to Qeynos with their charge, and finished raising the girl.”

“And what of Loriana?” the same man asked.

“She spent years recovering from her ordeal. She could not remember most of what transpired, but occasionally, images, fleeting moments of her torture, would flash through her mind, bringing her screaming out of her sleep, or dropping her to her knees when awake, leaving her cringing in fear. The rest of her childhood never came. She was forever changed by what happened to her. She became withdrawn, cold and distant to those around her.

“The little girl that died there in Cazic-Thule was not reborn. What came back was a shell. No one who knew her before recognized her, other than the way she looked. Her mannerisms changed, completely. She was stronger, in many ways, but broken, as a whole. She spent the rest of her adolescence hiding from the things that had happened to her, forever looking over her shoulder, expecting at any moment to feel a scaly hand on her shoulder, or to have a bag drawn over her head, before someone dragged her into a dark place to do it to her all over again.” She stopped to take a drink at this point.

“Did she ever recover?” The same man asked again.

“That is a tale that could be long in the telling, sir,” She responded.

Shouts of 'More!', and 'Finish the tale!' rang out as the crowd sensed her hesitance to continue.

She sat quietly for a moment, obviously deciding whether or not to continue. As she looked out over the crowd, she met the eyes of a man sitting quietly in one corner. Brown eyes stared across the room and met her blue ones, and she felt her pulse calm, her nervousness pushed into submission. He nodded at her, peaceful, caring eyes supporting her silently, and she turned to gaze back out at the crowd.

“Listen closely, then, to the tale of one girl's fight against the darkness inside of her soul, listen to her pain, her failures, her triumphs.

 

Ferunnia is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 01-16-2011, 06:38 PM   #214
Ferunnia

Loremaster
Ferunnia's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jan 2005
Posts: 796
Default

Chapter 34: A Step Back in Time

 

 

Red flashes of memory, blood splattering the walls around her. Tortured faces caught in a rictus of pain screamed silently in her head. Claws scrabbled in the dark, scraping across the floor. She tried to crowd herself into a corner, but the room was round. There was no escape, and as she frantically searched for a way out, a wide-grinning mouth appeared out of the darkness baring rows of blood-covered, needle-sharp teeth at her. The face moved suddenly at her, maw opening wide, as if it meant to bite her head from her shoulders.

She screamed, and abruptly grunted, as she rolled, thrashing, off the bed and face first onto the floor. She lay there, curled up on her side, blood dripping from her nose, a massive headache building behind her eyes. The marble floor cooled her body rapidly, and she came to her hands and knees, bruised and shivering. She looked over her shoulder, past the small bed and out the window. It was still pitch black outside. She'd managed less than a few hours of sleep, and felt the lack.

Standing wearily, she brushed her nightgown off, though her room here was kept spotless, and there would be no dust to wipe away. She stepped to her wash stand and grabbed a small rag to hold to her nose as she tilted her head back, waiting for the nosebleed to stop.

Tears of fear still ran down her cheeks, but these soon became tears of anger, as cold rage ran through her. She was frustrated, it had been years. She was so tired of waking up every other damned night to these nightmares. She looked down, moved the rag, and the blood had stopped. She met her gaze in the mirror. Eyes the color of richest sapphire gazed back, and pain showed around them, both from falling on her face, and from living in constant fear.

She was almost seventeen years old, nearly ready to begin her mastery studies as a mage, and she still woke up screaming like that twelve year old that had sat there in the dark in Cazic-Thule, getting mutililated. She looked away from the mirror, disgusted, and lay back down.

Outside, a peaceful quiet permeated the city of Qeynos, it was a city at sleep, for the most part. Crickets chirped and frogs croaked from the banks of the small lake surrounding the Mage Tower. In the distance, she could hear the steady clop-clopping and smooth bumping of a horse-drawn carriage driving along the cobblestone road a ways distant from the tower.

She lay there for a long while, staring up at the ceiling, listening the the peaceful sounds of the night, trying to calm her still-racing heart. She looked to her left, out the window. The moon was full, and she sat up, staring at the way it reflected on the water below. With most of the torches along the roads damped for the night, and being far enough away from any taverns to not have the night hazed out by light, she could look up and see the endless number of stars, and the shattered remains of Luclin spread out across the sky. She lost herself in the serenity of the moment, her tiredness forgotten for a while.

She emptied her mind as her masters had taught her over the years, and didn't so much reach out as she just stopped holding back her will to keep the flows of mana around her out. She could see the thousands of weaves of magic permeating the stones of the tower, and where Earth mages had used their powers ages ago to help lay the stones and foundations of the city itself.

She could see currents of Air, weavings that permanently moved the air around the city away and moved new air in, keeping the city smelling as fresh as possible, keeping disease vapors from settling over the populace in times of sickness or plague.

Water controlled as it came into the various aqueducts feeding prodigious amounts of water to the city's populace. The power used at the far distant sources to call the life-giving fluid to the surface still showed to someone with enough skill to read old tell-tale signs of magic.

Fire was used to heat homes, guild halls, public buildings, and to provide light for night travel and to cook food.

All around her, power swirled, and she let her mind free to float upon the currents of power, reveling in not being attached to her fleshly body, not being weighed down by her broken past. She gleefully soared across the city, drifting from element to element, when something made her stop. On the currents of air she was riding, she could sense a child weeping.

She shifted her concentration in increments, zeroing in on the source of the sound, jumping from air current to wall to fireplace to candle light, until she found the child. A small boy huddled in a corner, behind the dead body of an adult male human. The mage jumped a final time out of the candle into the very air of the room, her awareness taking in all that was happening at once.

A dark elf female, short and clothed entirely in black leather, was drawing a knife from the man's body and turning to a woman that had just came running down the stairs, a wood axe in hand and blood and intenstines falling from her vivisected stomach,. The assassin contemptuously flicked a hand in the woman's direction, and a dagger sprouted from her eye. The assassin turned back to the child, smiling evilly, and Loriana plane-shifted her body to the room.

She arrived in the midst of a violently buffeting wind that threw the assassin back on her heels, directly between the dark elf and the screaming, weeping child. She turned cold eyes on the assassin, and threw a hand up as she detected the slightest movement from the dark elf. The air between them solidified, and halfway to her throat was a small crossbow bolt. Before she could do anything else, the dark elf had turned and sprinted back up the stairs the woman had came charging down.

“Are you the only other person in the house?” Loriana screamed at the child.

“Yes,” came the watery reply.

“Good,” she said, and raised a hand toward the stairs. A sheet of flame raced out to immolate the stairway, and the stones in the house screamed their death agonies in her elemental-attuned hearing as the heat melted the rock of the stairwell. She charged behind the wall of fire, protected from her own work, but cursed loudly when she realized the assassin had teleported a short distance away as soon as she turned the corner. A few hundred yards away, she felt a teleportation spell build to its peak, then vanish. The assassin had escaped.

She ran back down the stairs to see what could be done to help the man, but when she turned him over, his sightless eyes stared up at the ceiling, and she knew he was gone. The child she left huddled in the corner during this, not knowing what to do for him regardless. When she was sure the two adults were done, she turned to the child and asked him quietly, “Do you have someone you can stay with? Other family in Qeynos?”

He nodded his head.

“Okay. Come with me then, we can't stay here, she might come back for you,” she said coldly.

The child walked to her, tears running down his face, and she grabbed his hand and teleported them to the nearest City-Guard outpost.

Ferunnia is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 01-17-2011, 03:26 AM   #215
Ferunnia

Loremaster
Ferunnia's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jan 2005
Posts: 796
Default

Just an fyi if there's any people out there still reading this...post damnit. I don't post it here for my own amusement. I can read it on my comp a lot easier than here lol. Let a brotha know you hear me...don't be shy.

Ferunnia is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 01-17-2011, 06:22 PM   #216
DrkVsr

Loremaster
DrkVsr's Avatar
 
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Land of the Short Brown Kiwi
Posts: 2,041
Default

Ah've just started reading it, and find it interesting so far (just got to the part after Elhonna got vaporised and found out she was from another Time)

Just finished one great story and the start of a new, but ah feel Loriana's story should be told seperate from her mothers

__________________
V`Wak N`Ron: Teir`Dassin of the 56th Order, Gods of Najena
Htaed Ybdehcuotnu: Gnecro of the 40th Order, Gods of Najena
Phoendi Phyres: Eru-Din of the 28th Order, Gods of Najena
Kilitty: Kemplar of the 30th Order, Gods of Najena
Zabisuto Zyhopic: Guktassin of 27th Order, Spirits of Glencoe on Butcherblock
Tralgarth: Trollsionist of the 28th Order, SoG on Butcherblock {2nd on Server}
Blacqphlag Killzphast: Arserker of the 20th Order, Spirits of Glencoe on Butcherblock
Hwalgren N`Gareen: Faeden of the 20th Order, Spirits of Glencoe on Butcherblock
Reynes: Wooden Mule of the 7th Order, Spirits of Glencoe on Butcherblock

You can kill me, but you will not stop me
Ah can be killed, but ah will not die!
DrkVsr is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 01-23-2011, 02:27 PM   #217
Khiara
Server: Kithicor
Guild: Soul Garden
Rank: Gardener

Loremaster
Khiara's Avatar
 
Join Date: Sep 2005
Posts: 362
Default

YAY!!!! So happy you're posting again!  It's always so easy to immerse myself in your stories..and this one looks to be no exception...can't wait to get more!! 

__________________
Khiara is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 06-04-2012, 03:07 PM   #218
Jadoo

Lord
Jadoo's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2011
Posts: 4
Default

I read your story today and I am in awe of your writing skills. I made a new toon (a fury) after reading the story and I am loving it. Thanks for such a wonderful story.

Druidism - 92 Fury

Freeport Server.

Jadoo is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 06-11-2012, 10:43 PM   #219
Ferunnia

Loremaster
Ferunnia's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jan 2005
Posts: 796
Default

Glad you enjoyed it. I keep thinking about writing more, but I have a ton of crap going on in real life that doesn't facillitate time for writing. I barely have time to raid anymore, heh.

Ferunnia is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 06-15-2012, 09:18 PM   #220
Raienya

Loremaster
Raienya's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jul 2010
Posts: 202
Default

I just spent the last two days reading the story, and I love it.

It would be great if you could continue it, at your own pace, of course SMILEY

Raienya is offline   Reply With Quote
Reply

Thread Tools

Forum Jump


All times are GMT. The time now is 04:43 PM.

vBulletin skin by: CompleteGFX.com
Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.7.5
Copyright ©2000 - 2018, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
All threads and posts originally from the EQ2 and Station forums operated by Sony Online Entertainment. Their use is by express written permission.