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I shall begin making notes on this parchment so that my tale can be told - told as I saw it, as I experienced it so none can dispute the truth behind the events that led to.. well led to whatever fate has in store for myself, those that come across my path and Norrath itself. It seems it is easy to judge another but very difficult for many to simply see through the eyes of the individual they are happy to accuse.I am Silthian - and when you read this, I hope the prophecy came true and I did indeed not only 'move mountains' but 'souls' - this is what that Soothsayer Tabina said a few hours before I left Qeynos and there was a look in her eyes. It was of one that had actually seen and also feared what would come - she did not seem proud of what she had observed but rather confused and almost pleased to see the back of me.It all started on that isle - I was born in the time of the Rending, a true elven child of war and devastation... my family was constantly on the move trying to survive during the time of change. I try not to remember much of this period but I do know that my heart ached to see Felwithe and the elven lands... but after the Shattering little was known of what still stood outside Tunaria. yes I will refer to Antonica as Tunaria throughout my journals - I will not let some brute barbarian rename Her lands so easily. My family discovered we would be able to gain passage to the Isle of Refuge and then hopefulyl onto Qeynos where we had heard much of the human Antonia Bayle and the freedom given to all in the city. Unforunately there was little room on the next ship and my family forced me to go first - the eldest son and perhaps the most adept at taking on the challenges that would be present. I knew I would see them again - I had begun training the arts of spiritualism with many of my ancestors being mystics. And when the ghosts of those gone are there to guide you, it does not take long to find those you want through their aid. No, I know Ill see them again.However our ship was set upon by bandits - a frantic battle and walls of flame.. soon we were in the water waiting for it to consume us but were rescued by other ship heading to the isle. A few chores to help out and then I was there.. a solace amongst a land of Turmoil. Well a solace of sorts.. goblins were ravaging the outpost on the isle led by an orc pirate who wished to profit from his power. I ended that along with others that had landed there.. and then I started noticing...Well it began during the goblin slaughter outside the barracades. I had begun to kill those that were making suicidal runs to the fort when I realised how beautiful the energy was arching from the heavens and through my body. Bolt after bolt, they fell and my eyes rolled upwards in ecstacy - if one could embrace more of this celestial power, imagine what one could do. I destroyed more than five hundred of the snivelling creatures before I felt content.. and at the same time I wished for more.I arrived at Qeynos soon after, better equipped after learning to tailor my own armour and even beginning scribing spells that had aided in the annhiation of many of the goblins there. The city was beautiful.. however I am sure it does not compare to the Koada'dal cities on Faydwer which must wait for our return. In fact a strange thing did occur on the journey to Qeynos -- I noticed a strange blue egg floating in the waters as we sailed through and I scooped it up - to discover it was a dragon egg of all things. It later hatched in my new home in the city.. I named the little dragon Nightshine after the moonlight that had caught its egg during the journey. It is very drawn to me and I to it - it was my only companion here but I know he will always be loyal.Anyway - I discovered I would not be content in Qeynos soon after.. it all began after I met two companions that seemed to share much with me. One was another of my kind who was very keen with the magical arts and could summon this rather large beetle to do his bidding, and another was a Kerra who was graceful and formidable in hand to hand combat. Alongside them I explored the Tunarian hills and performed many small quests for the people of Qeynos and others outside, exploring the history of the lands and the people. It was here that my advencement let to my quest to become a shaman - one who would work with and follow the guide of the spirits of those past. Yes I was following the path of those before me.I was to fell three unhappy souls in a house in the centre of Qeynos and when I went there, I attempted to talk to the spirits but they attacked me and i removed them from this mortal coil to the peace they sought. Yes a fourth spirit came to be - an elven one. He told me he was an ancestor of mine... one that had been executed for persuing mystical arts that had been forbidden.. and that he had long searched for one of his descendants that had the mental fortitude and the passion to continue his work. I told him that I did not wish to follow any art that would shame my family but he seemed saddened by my words and he reached over to touch me.So many memories.. I saw through his eyes, his work.. his persecution. He had discovered the essence of the spirits themselves and drawn energies from them - those silvery strands wrapping around his fingers, that raw energy his to command. And then they discovered him and called him a 'defiler' - asked him how one of such reputation and such knowledge could fall so low. He begged them to understand his work and the possibilites but they did not and convicted him of some of the worst crimes in mysticism. And his flame was estinguished.His work.. I saw the beauty of the spirits at his fingertips - the restrictions of needing their permission when the spirits themselves had little idea of the forces that composed them. I could do great work with this yet i knew that persuing this avenue would lead to many problems.I returned to the teacher and indicated I had completed my task and he showed me the shamanistic path. Soon afterwards I began to investigate the teachings of the mystics in Qeynos and found many restrictions in place, books missing in the libraries, forbidden texts indicated in the rules. Then his spirit called to me again.. told me that Freeport guilds did not restrict us so. Why does Antonia restrict our freedom to learn.. to enjoy knowledge? What does that human think she is?I lived with frogloks - this is the sort of mockery Antonia makes of the place. Perhaps she though I would be content staring at her ample cleavage and sit dreamy eyed within the walls of Qeynos. But I could not - although I did not believe any promises the Overlord of Freeport was giving, knowledge is all I sought and it would be found there-----It was a broken down inn on the docks where I found a human on the third floor who also seemed to want to go to Freeport. He told me to meet his companion to discover more and when I sought him out, he told me there would be a chance to profit before we left Qeynos. One of Antonia's guards had a precious item and he asked me to eliminate her so we could share in the reward. I agreed but only out of curiosity - I could subdue the guard without killing her, there was no question of this. But if this slimy human could use his magic to teleport me into Antonia's chambers, I could learn more of this woman's plans. So in truth I was using him, or so I thought.However as soon as i arrived in a burst of magic I knew somethign was wrong. I was attacked by guards at the foot of the stairs leading to her chambers thinking I was an assassin and I had no choice but to estinguish their flames. No sooner did they fall and another came.. a knight who was more formidable but could not survive my magics. And behind him the stairs to Antonia's chambers...It was a trap. Both those sniveling creatures were there as was Antonia, her jailor and an assortment of guards. Those two had backstabbed me to gain her favour and she thought I had been her assassin and was enraged I had killed the knight whos he had seen as a father figure. I tried to tell her the truth but the human did not listen. Did not listen to a Koada'dal - this was the extent of her arrogance.The jailor knocked me unconcious but I awoke not in a jail cell but on a beach staring into the snout of a giant rat.. one of those ratonga creatures that had crawled out of the cracks of th floor during the Rending. Apparently Freeport also believed the story that I had attempted to assassinate Antonia and held me a hero.. and now I remained here rescued and that jailor dead, poisoned by this rats blade.His master would help me gain citizenship in Freeport and a home if I performed tasks for him but I would need to travel to the commonlands for this. It was a dangerous journey.. first by griffon, then through rolling mountains and then through the cursed Tier'dal Nektulos Forest which seemed a living nightmare that I will continue to run through in my dreams. Arrival in the Commonlands - dark gloomy clouds, stinging rain and the looming citadel of the Overseer himself in the distance over Freeport. I now set upon the tasks he gives me so I can begin my story as it will be told.----She has said to me: 'Your spirit is strong as is your faith. You shall move more than mountains, you shall move souls'. While I will live in the city of Freeport, like many of its citizens, my true allegiance is to myself. I wish to learn the powers that were robbed from my ancestor by my closed minded people, I wish to meet my family again when it is permitted and I wish to see the elven lands. Only this time they will not persecute me, they will see the beauty of the art that my ancestor failed to convey. It is not a question of good and evil - such things do not exist.. only actions, reactions and matters of perspective. It is a question of morality, of personal decisions and dignity.They may call me a 'defiler' but that I am not. I am one with my own destiny in my hands. And I do it for Tunare - if nature did not intend it, it simply would not be possible. And I know our Mother will understand. I will write again soon from my home in Freeport. I freed Nightshine before I left and I know he knows some basic flight and may be able to follow some mystical trails I have left that his dragonsenses sould be able to pick up. I hope he makes it to my home - his light will continue to shine my way in this place of darkness.-Silthian, of Tunare-----*as you look at the parchment, a memory seems to flow into your mind magically from the paper as if imbedded there by its writer. It shows the writer sitting on the edge of a stream near a waterfall in quiet contemplation - perhaps on that isle at the start of his journey*.<img src="http://www.vizp.com/assets/images/Soulmover_1.jpg" alt="" /><p> </p>
<DIV> <DIV>I am wondering if I am made a mistake - the cost to wander along this crooked deserted path that seems to lead down.. into the darkness. No - surely, my doubts will be estinguished when I will have full control and mastery of the energies of those long gone and my actions will speak louder than any words on this page. Still - I am now a murderer and I have broken hearts... all for the siegemaster so he would permit me entry into Freeport to continue my studies. Yet some of his words makes me wonder if I was really dealing with just another human - it seems he himself is a legend that few believe exists, yet I have seen him with my own eyes. Was he simply a shadow of my inner being pushing me onwards to my destiny? Or a demon tempting me with a dark pact that would lead to my destruction?</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>No - I am stronger than that, I would have realised if there was trickery involved. He was a guide and now I am embracing my destiny. Freeport is very different from Qeynos, the atmosphere is relentless and the stench putrid with troll flesh and ratonga droppings. At the same time there is a tangible crackle of power drifting from all sides whether it is the temple itself or the arcane tower. Yes my room is a small closet although I am sure that will change soon but everything in this world has to be earned and I intend to do so.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>I have learned much of the orcs that trouble Freeport - of their society and even thelir language. Of course the blood of countless numbers of their kind is on my hands but I am proud for they were a menace and needed to be shown the error of their ways. I believe they still not have learned their lesson but the tales of the 'Hunter' that ravaged their kind will be told for years to come.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>As for my training in spirtualism, I was sent to a troll woman although her name escapes me at this time - she was to guide me but I should have known such a beast would never be able to do so. After running an investigation for her into the orc tribe inhabiting the nearby Wailing Caves, she simply indicated to me that she could teach me little since I had a natural talent for utilising the powers of those long gone. Of course I had known that - my ancestor remained close by watching and observing... still this troll did have some talent in the field although obviously not anywhere near what I would accomplish.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Now I sit in my home contemplating my next step - perhaps I will return back to the Tunarian Hills and continue exploring them as I learn more of the spirtual ways. Many raise eyebrows to my presence in Freeport but I have seen other Koada'dal here with the same mindset. And even Nightshine has joined me, his evening flight successful and the stone floor of my room welcoming his midnight blue scales.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>---</DIV> <DIV>*as you read the parchment, an image begins to form in your mind... you see the writer now standing next to a female troll beneath a very large tree. He looks different, his armour darker and an arrogant expression on his face as he looks away from her*</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><IMG src="http://www.vizp.com/assets/images/Soulmover_2.jpg"></DIV></DIV>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>It was never a matter of simplicity but I had never imagined it would become just this much of a sticky web so early. I am barely in my twenty-sixth season, my arts bending to my will as I become more and more adept at the many spells techniques at my disposal. And yet I see many opportunities ahead of me, some seem almost predestined. An example of this was the strange woman in that cursed Nektulos Forest - she passed me a strange flesh bound book determined that I would follow the course of events she knew were to occur. The future is in my hands - I will shape what is to come, there is no question of this. It also seems that many places seem to need my 'attention' - from the Paladin stronghold of Stormhold to the Fallen Gate near Freeport... so many trapped souls in anguish forced to repeat events and live in torment until they are freed from this coil. I want you to know now that I am not the monster you may imagine I am by the time you read this - I pick those souls that I deem the lowest of the low and fit for nothing more than oblivion at my hands. I hold no love for the halflings trapped in Nektulos but I do have great respect for their courage in attempting the attack along with the Kithicor rangers. I see their ghosts and I see the fear in their eyes - they do not deserve anything less than freedom from these realms and I am attempting to grant them this solace as well as those fier'dal rangers that protected them during the placing of the gnomish explosives. As for the tier'dal souls - yes I am rendering them into their basic strands for my use... these people attacked my kingdom, a cowardly unexpected attack out of the blue. Their people know nothing more than the hate that their Father showed them after corrupting our royalty... And yet I have met some in Freeport that I can identify with.. only in the basic sense of ambition and pride. No matter how wretched their race, they continue to have pride and they believe in themselves and no one can take this away from them. I don't understand how people can judge so easily yet live by their own codes that seem to infridge these same aspects. A Paladin and a Templar can judge quite easily who has commited 'evil' and take their lives away at a snap of their fingers, yet I can't place the same judgement on souls and condemn those for my use? Perhaps if I used these energies for darkness you could say I was a beast but if used them to free my people, save innocents, you would rather I let those evil souls plague the lands? Yet people call me a 'defiler' A 'defiler' of evil souls that could be placed to great use in our shattered land... who has the right to place a line between death and life in this way? Enough lecturing - if things ended the way they were supposed to, I redeemed myself and those that insulted me and attacked me in these times will see the fools. Recently I ran into an old 'friend' from Qeynos who had known me in my shamanistic days. He called me a monster and told me I was cursed the same was as others before me had.. he named two Fier'dal and Koada'dal of legends that had fallen to the dark temptations. I know not of these Koada'dal but he was foolish enough to imply the wood cousin had a greater mastery of the spiritual realms than my kind. I told him how absurd this was and that he had more to worry about than me - I learned later he was a [Removed for Content] half human-tier'dal blood. Do you see what I have had to live with? Either way - I am finding myself rise in position in this place.. I recently acquired a room in the Jade Tiger Inn in North Freeport... more spacious and it has a view of the Overlord's floating home. I don't bow to him - the truth is none of us of except the beastly ogres and trolls that know nothing better. I get the feeling Lucan knows this but he knows he uses us as much as we use him - when he holds mastery over it all, we will all go our seperate ways. Unlike Antonia, we will all benefit but under her all races will remain the same. I don't understand how the Koada'dal could have fallen so far as to live alongside the lesser races and be happy to be treated equally by a human. What will those back in Felwithe think when they hear of her actions? A human female placing the same weight on an ogre that has come to Qeynos and a Koada'dal? How is this right?! We shall see what the future holds for Antonia Bayle - still I do have a statue of her in my room in Freeport. It has her voice imprinted in it and some of her words make me laugh during those dark rain-filled days. ---- In Freeport I continue to attempt to learn of the undead that plague our lands - recently I learned more of the zombies that fester within the Fallen Gate and now hopefully will be able to master the lore beind the spirits and the skeletons. I visited their main tower of arcane arts and it is a wonderful collection of knowledge and will be a sanctuary for me for some time. What else.. ah... the plague. Well it looks like a plague but of a magical origin and seems to be sweeping the lands affecting both Qeynos and Freeport - I will be investigating this as well as furthering my own studies of my mystic arts and the land around us. To this end I have employed a certain individual as.. well a hired muscle. I am tired of having to deal with those far below me every day and now for a few coin, my employee will do it for. His name is Skirassi, an iksar who seems very adept at extracting and gathering information. I believe he used to be a bandit before his reptuation spread for his skills and toughness and to be honest, I do not look down on him for this. The time of rending and shattering left many of us desperate and yes, praying on the innocent is a poor thing to do but for the Iksar it would have been even worse considering just what they think of themselves. The Iksar.. now this is a race I knew little about but from what I gather have a very rich history. I am particularity surprised by their interpretation of the dark god Cazik-Thule who they actually attribute positive traits to. I do not trust the Iksar as a race nor Skirassi but this is the best way - it will keep us both on our toes. He knows where I live and could break in and rob me blind at any time but he seems to realise that by working for me, it will lead him to far better things and I do not mind this if he has proved loyal. He seems very intelligent.. those cold calculating eyes and that reptile face hides the soul of a creature with an abundance of pride and ambition. The amusing part is when he met Moonshine at my home when I called him to brief him on what I wanted of him - the Iksar's eyes seem to light up and indicated a great fondness for the little dragon, who in turn seemed to take to Skirassi quickly. Everyone has a heart - if one is only willing to look. The wheels of time continue to turn... and I am ready for whatever is to come. I hope to see my family soon.. the spirits tell me what they still not have arrived on Tunaria but they are currently untroubled and this lifts a great burden off my shoulders. I do have Moonshine though and everytime I see his little face blink his joy at seeing me enter my home, it warms my heart. That little fellow is all I have at the moment but he is all I need - his strength grows per passing day as does mine. And one day he will stretch his glorious midnight wings and fly... and so will I. *as you finish reading the entry, your mind is suddenly filled with a green light that is almost blinding. As it disperses, you realise it is the roof of a building - perhaps the one of arcane arts referred to earlier, its jade light falling on to the writer as he looks on at the many tomes of lore* <img src="http://www.vizp.com/assets/images/Soulmover_3.jpg"> <p> <span class="time_text"></span></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>04-04-2005</span> <span class=time_text>03:38 PM</span>
<div></div>Horrid dreams - haunted souls and endless oozing voids... and they all end with a shrilling ear piercing scream. A young woman - I recognise her but when I wake, I no longer remember her nor her face. Just a great feeling of loss. They started soon after I began to explore Nektulos Forest - the place is cursed with the memories of those long gone and the misery that has given it birth and one experiences this anguish whenever one travels along the dark winding path through its tall oaks. Even the trees shift and groan at your arrival, desperate to see you leave and perhaps even willing to assist in your departure. It was the book, the flesh covered tome that prompted me to search this place. Hints of exploration, the writer having discovered something important, important enough to warrant a look even if it meant wandering through this place. Long abandoned ruins, some still rotting with the undead fill this place and there are horrible grinning goblins too littering the storming river, happy to savage you with their tightly tipped teeth. The third day of exploring and the nightmares began back in Freeport. I would imagine I was back in Nektulos searching an area for signs that the writer has expressed in the tome. And then I would hear her footsteps.. running... I think towards me as if I was a haven for her in this place. She would find me.. I see it, her dress awfully torn, cuts and bruises but those everglade eyes lighting up as they looked into mine. I would protect her endlessly and even in this midnight forest, I would be her beacon of light. And as she would touch my arm, the forests would melt away.. away to another place... Beautiful ivory towers, elven construction no doubt with rainbow glass reflecting the sunlight to create a myriad of hues on the marble floor. We would sit there in the summer breeze, my head resting in her lap, her hand on my forehead. The time of Rending long gone, the time of peace upon us. Her fingers long slender and soft... warm and welcoming... And then suddenly they would become sharp, scratching, clawing. The pain so sharp and severe, I would sit up and turn to her.. to it. An undead festering in the heat, disgusting repulsive to behold, it would grab my face and begin to mouth some words. I never fully remember what it said but it seemed to ask me 'why'.. why I... No I don't remember the words, those croaking rasping words yet I recall the sharp snap of my neck as it broke it with immense force. But no, the scene shifts once more and I am running, magic coarsing through my body, the spirital energies long mastered, a powerful mystic in command of all those domains. And yet I run, from whom? I feel it, the incredible tension, my heart pumping a mile a minute as I realise I wouldn't be able to escape.. or is it get to my destination in time. I fall and I feel an incredible heat envelope me, my ears burning, my body melting away. And then I hear her scream. A scream of desperation, of fatality. Of finality. I wake, sweat dripping off my body with the hot Freeport air in my lungs and the gentle crackle of the magic streaming around the Overlord's Keep high above. Memories, premonitions or otherwise, something was in motion now. And as is with these things.. there would likely be no turning back. I yearn for her, I call for her... and it seems, I die for her. ---- As the last memories of those dreams fade away, you feel the writer looking over a balcony into Freeport at the magic strands wafting up to the floating citadel over Freeport, their gentle hum soothing and yet ominious at the same time. <img src="http://www.vizp.com/assets/images/Soulmover_4.jpg"> <div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>04-04-2005</span> <span class=time_text>04:07 PM</span>
<div></div><div></div>'Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster yourself.and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you'. I am afraid I can not tell you the origins of that advice but they certainly are wise words - Nektulos almost consumed me as I wandered those cursed woodlands reaching from my nightmare into reality and refusing to let me go. Even those that sought help within seemed enveloped by the darkness, one example being a young woman asking me to collect herbs to 'help' her mother only to find that she intended to create a poison to remove the old lady from this world. It was only when I looked into her eyes and saw that she spoke the truth that I wondered whether this place simply drained you of your lifeblood you until you became a part of it. And within its centre - a pond containing the remains of a 'behemoth', now aptly named Behemoth Lake, this colossus had long perished and been torn apart by the inhabitants. It was said to have protected Nektulos once but one has to ask, just what was going to protect it from the woods themselves? When I arrived back into Freeport, I had my first nights rest without those nightmares plaguing my mind as if their message had been conveyed and thus that imagery was no longer needed. It had now been replaced by the real 'plague' in full force, people wandering around with boils on their faces coughing and spluttering, spreading the infection to whomever strayed close. I was able to heal myself everytime I sensed the contagion entering my body but soon became tired of having to continue to combat it - there were far too many willing to attempt to infect me once more as soon as I strayed away from my home. A shame - I seek to find the cure for whoever is behind this holds mastery over disease to a masterful degree but at present there are little signs of its source. Ratonga however seem unaffected and are simply 'carriers' perhaps due to their genetic backgrounds. The main reason I hired a Ratonga to change the inside foor and walls of my two room apartment to that of fine red maple wood and characteristically he overcharged me before scampering off into the nights. I doubt I will see him again and I am sure he knows what would happen if I spotted that snout of his in Freeport again. Which reminds me - I found a companion for Nightshine... West Freeport has a 'hole' containing strays and creatures that have been picked up within the city but do not seem to have any discernible owner. The troll who owned the establishment was very quick at taking the lives of these creatures but passing by I noticed a little feline sitting on the table seconds away from such a fate. It noticed me walking by and as I looked into her eyes, that expression - took my breath away. Felines... supernatural creatures through and through, there is something more to them. Those Kerrans have lost this trait but these cats still possess it - such beautiful arrogance and pride in the face of death, she looked at me studying me carefully, her strange intelligence probing into my soul. I took her away from the troll before she could lower that death blade and as I did, the moonlight above seemed to fade away as it flickered onto the alleycat stealing our sight and leaving the darkness and silence. I called her Eclipse after that and she seems to have cemented a friendship with Moonshine. A midnight blue dragon and a greyish white alley cat. Now who would have thought? You can't say I don't have a sense of humour either for I have found a new use for that talking Antonia statue. Now it sits next to a keg full of Freeport's finest Ale on a table and behind it a bright multicoloured picture of a knight. The picture is so crudely painted, it seems almost a parody of the valour and so called bravery instilled in the Qeynos mentality and now if one ever visits my home, you can enjoy listening to Antonia in a half drunken stupor while staring at that amusing knight above. If her words amused you before, I guarantee you would find them even more entertaining now! But now I have left Freeport to try and find more about the plague and continue my investigations of the nearby areas - at Nektulos docks, I ran across a halfling talking about the Enchanted Isles which according to her was the remains of the halfling homelands and she could offer passage if I helped repair her boat called the 'Maid of the Mist'. I did so although I discovered from the little woman that the homelands were now infested with dark creatures some of which had made it into our isles. I discovered such a demon in the guise of one of the merchants on the docks and put it out of its misery, its soul adding to my reportioire. Little did I know that the boat ride would not be as peaceful as I wished - they Fey creatures that now held sway over those lands did not allow boats to dock but we had one of their kind willing to signal our ship in. This was a favour after the sailors had previously saved her and others from attacks near the shores on a previous occasion. But it was a great test trying to protect her as our boat was attacked by what I can only call sea goblins and even a demon much like the one I had slain on the docks but much more powerful. The crew and other adventurers all worked together and we removed it from the mortal coil thus allowing us to safely arrived into the Enchanted lands. What a change from the Commonlands and Nektulos... birdsong, radiant sunlight and innocent laughter. I shielded my eyes as I focussed looking on at the halflings on the docks but as I acquainted myself with the area I realised that these little creatures were holding out against many dangers that threatened their lands. Rivervale, their home town was ravaged by beasts and opportunistic bandits and goblins from the nearby caverns of Runnyeye had now slowly encroached upon them. Here they lay desperately clinging on to all they had.... Ah goblins... memories of my celestial thunderstorms and the mutilation of the ones on the Isle of Refuge slid into my thoughts. The hunter was upon them again and they would never know what hit them. ----- *as you finish reading the entry you feel a cold chin up your spine and suddenly your vision is changed so you are looking through the writer's eyes. Out into Nektulos forest and into the skeletal remains of that 'behemoth', its glory now something firmly in the past* <img src="http://www.vizp.com/assets/images/Soulmover_5.jpg"> <p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>04-14-2005</span> <span class=time_text>04:08 PM</span>
The otherworld took me. Months have passed yet for me it seems like only an hour or two - I had passed into the spirit world seeking answers, seeking the truth and it took me into its depths, the inky void surrounding me, those long twisted hands grabbing for me hoping to pull me into their tortured afterlives. I avoided them, flew past them onwards - seeking the truth. I noticed no other presences, no other creature blessed with Tunare's life energies scattered across the lifeflows around the world - it was as if I was the only Koada'dal that dared to enter this far - one of her first daring to do the outlawed mysticism. Yet I knew I controlled it and it would not control me. I broke out of it with renewed energy and determination - I would hone my powers and I would present it to my kind back in Fayder - if they had any sense they would learn from what I showed them. If they remained stubborn to the end, ignorance woudl take them just like it had taken all of my kind that followed the human wench Antonia Bayle. Until then I would continue to find the souls trapped across the known lands to free them, learn from them and hone my art. The goblin dungeons of Runneye would find their 'hunter' entering their layer, the lost lands of Feerott would see me travel through the shattered land of ogres trying to find answers within those tropical forests and even the gnolls of Splitpaw would find this dark mystic embracing the power of their hero Harclave to return him to his throne. My power rises. My destiny awaits. <div></div>
Eriol
10-11-2005, 08:26 PM
Nice job VizP. An interesting perspective, in that it is all a narrative memory, recalling what has already passed.I hope to read more.
<div></div>Thank you very much - the journals and roleplay has brought a lot to my gaming experience too and I am glad you are enjoying the read! Thank you for the kind words. --------- His name was Harclave and his legend was set in stone - a young gnoll warrior lost from his people but showing great strength and resilience in an unknown land, the tale is told by storytellers in Splitpaw to all the young gnolls who sit and listen with awe. I know he was a powerful soul because I have felt his energies. In fact I did not look for him - instead he found me. Perhaps it was because he saw that I was able to commune with spirits and thus he was able to use my ability for his own gain - perhaps he knew that I would allow it since the knowledge of his energy coarsing through my body would be so terribly useful that the exchange would be fair - I would gain his powers and free his resting place in Splitpaw from those that had taken it over and I in turn would understand my mystical arts more. And so I completed this killing many undead and savage creatures alike that had infested the caverns. Little did Harclave know that I had no intention of letting him go once it was done but to utilise his very life force for my own gain. He was of no use to anyone anymore but the possibilities if I was able to control... No I must not think of it.. I failed. As soon as I sat back down on his throne, his 'kingdom' regained, he disappeared from my body like a wisp of smoke. I grabbed at it desperately, my mind focussing on barriers to prevent his soul escaping but he shrugged me off much like a man would a child. I have much to learn but this experience has not weakened me but strengthened my resolve. I tasted the power of the ancient souls and I know that my path is sealed. They say I am a defiler yet this spirit 'chose' me. No I am not a 'defiler' - I do not disturb resting places... I only disturb those that are already disturbed. There is a difference there that the layman will never grasp but it is the most important difference in the world. Enough of this though - you must tire of me relating my endless struggle to prove my dark mysticism is not as harrowing as people would make it out to be. I understand and I will write of other things now - there is a change coming in Freeport and the lands. The skies themselves seem to shatter with rain and storms falling upon the broken ground like never before. But with it comes light, the gloomy endlessness seeming to fade allowing the sun to streak across Freeport and the Commonlands. The light has found us. It has found me again. I stand on the docks of Freeport looking out at the incoming boats deciding where I will venture next and determing which of the now seperated lands will be graced with my presence. Perhaps I will look into Rivervale - my work in the Enchanted Lands and Runnyeye have the goblins fleeing at the mention of my name but the halfling town of Rivervale lies shattered with an unknown darkness corrupted all that live there. I hold no love for halflings and find their kind quite bothersome yet seeing the resilience of the halfling souls in the Fallen Gate when trapped within alongside the Kithicor rangers has changed some of my views. They deserve my visit and I will see what needs to be.. done. <div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>10-11-2005</span> <span class=time_text>02:57 PM</span>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>*You almost miss the following entry - quickly scribbled on a piece of parchment, it was placed between two journal parchments which had previously been glued together. Year sof wear and tear and frayed the edges and weakened the glue... but clearly preveiously this note was intended to be hidden. The writing before and after this almost seems to have been written by a different hand* ---- Something is wrong - I.. I can see clearly for a moment - it is the Witches Night and I can feel the energy in the air around me.... There was a woman in Freeport - beautiful blonde cascading hair and those... those endless everglade green eyes. Captivating for a human, I was drawn to her. She seemed to expect me and when I drew near to her, she pulled me into a dark alleyway with surprising force. And she placed both her hands on my temples. Those soft soft hands.. the warmth.... I remembered. The laughter, the smiles... the real Silthian. What has happened to me - what happened to my dreams of helping the people, of making my family proud. The Mystic in White that would save What has happened to the playful side of me that used to make my sister laugh until she had to clutch their sides? Would they recognise me now? I am back.. no... I am in the wrong city - how did I get here? I was at my knees in front of this woman - I asked her name and she placed her finger to my lips. She said that the ghost of my ancestor was very powerful and the siegemaster was indeed not a mortal and had pulled me into his plans. But she would not let me go - that even though I was the soulmover, she would not let my soul be taken by another. She asked me to remember for as long as I could but if the memory faded and the darkness returned, to burn one candle for her in my room and leave it in a corner so that it remained out of view. I asked her name but I do not remember it now. I asked her if she was the woman in my dreams and she told me she did not know... but our paths were tied and that I would one day know who she was. The day she would save me. You tricked me great great.. grandfather... you are stealing my soul for your own gain - to finish your research you are doing the one thing that you have taught me. To use others for the greater good. And you believe that my soul and the real me are expendable as a vessel to bring the dark teachings back home. You have made a mistake.. even if this fades, I will erase all of this from my mind except the one light this woman has asked me to leave. It will burn for me. You will not have my soul but I will make sure you pay for what you have done to me. Remember who I am.. I have your blood and if there is one person that will put you in your place it is me. I do not know what I will do in the next few months and years but I hope the read knows it was not the real me, not my mother's son, not Tunare's first and dearest. This woman I have met and in her eyes I know her. I think I love her.... I can't describe the sensation but it comes from within. She will save me and I will save the world from myself. *as the words fade, you see the image of a young child running in a beautiful everglade far away with a younger sister. You see his elven mother and father looking on from a distance with a clearly evident pride. There is a faint <font color="#009900">green</font> glow resonating around the memory and then suddenly they disappear and you see the image of a pair of striking <font color="#009900">green</font> female eyes. As he blinks the images disappears although you are left with a sensation of having witnessed something... divine* <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/Greeneyes.jpg"><p> <span class="time_text"></span></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-04-2005</span> <span class=time_text>09:44 AM</span>
<div></div><div></div>I can feel it happening - its starting.. my story is unfolding and I will be remembered one way or another. So many places - so many lives already touched.... From the ravenous jungles of the Feerott where a war continues between those that follow Cazik Thule to those that worship Rallos... to the sparkling icy keep of Permafrost and the towering giants that live there. From the mesmerising fires of Lavastorm and the cursed temple of the Lord of Flame to the nightmare known as the Obelisk of Lost Souls. I have been there all and I have made my presence known. And there were dragons. I discovered a sage being attacked by drakota in a corner of Lavastorm and my companions and I saved him from this fearsome creature. The sage indicated to me that he did not know why he had been the target of the drakota but only Lord Nagafen had the power to send them. I immedately grabbed this opportunity to investiate the ancients - surely it was fate that I stumbled onto this event?! Lord Nagafen was known to precide deep within the mines known as Solusek's Eye and I braved its depths and found his 'magnifence'. The plot thickened when I could not speak 'his' language and he refused to speak mine. I travelled back to the Oracle Tower in Antonica to find the Sage again (he called himself the Sage of Ages) and he explained that the draconic language was impossible to learn because the runes that hold the key to their form were lost lost and scattered. I told him I would find them and I did just that. He seemed terribly surprised and using the runes taught me the language of the dragons. Back i went down into Nagafen's Lair and finally he conversed with me - only to tell me he had not sent the drakota. But my perseverence had impressed him and he would reward me if I resurrected his long dead wife Lady Vox. Resurrection and souls - my eyes sparkled as I stared up at his gigantic maw and I told him it would be done. I would need to gather the essences of a variety of specific drakota and use that to resurrect Lady Vox whose soul lay in Permafrost. But when I completed this task, I discovered that she could only remain in the land of the living temporarily because her egg had been stolen and it held the key to her life. You may ask who had done this deed? The king of the Permafrost giants himself had decided to capture this prize! I believe he underestimated his Koada'dal and his companions because he fell to our might and the egg was in our grasp... almost. So who did I spot walking into the chamber as we rushed in to grab the egg? The Sage of Ages who took the egg, assumed his true draconic form and then he disappeared. I had been used. I Silthian had been used. My screams echoed through the icy castle and the giants there must have known then that their king had fallen and a new king was there to take his place. But I wished not the throne of these pitiful creatures, I wanted revenge on that arrogant arrogant creature. I returned to Nagafen and told him what had happened - he was just as enraged and told me I should kill the minions of this dragon known as Darathar and then find him and remove him from this mortal coil. I removed his servants and then found him... at the isle of refuge. Yes.. full circle, it ended where my story started and it would cement the start of the next stage of my life where I would move my souls. As was foretold. Darathar fought hard and fled many times like a coward but he finally fell - yet once more I failed to capture his soul. I experienced just a small aspect of it and it was truly glorious and absorbing it, I still feel it coursing through my veins, However the egg was shattered in the fight... returning to Nagafen I learned how insidious this race is. Nagafen laughed at the fact I coudlnt complish my task of resurrecting Vox or even bringing the egg back but he told me he had many eggs and he had simply used me to ensure that all his eggs were accounted for. He let me keep the shards of the egg however and with it I was able to craft myself a weapon that was imbued with the power within. Along with the captured essence of Darathar's spirit my strength is now tenfold. Stuill Nagafen will pay. If only he knew which Koada'dal he had attempted to make a mockery of. I sit writing this in my home and while the memory enrages me, I am acutely aware of the flickering of a light beneath my feet under the table. A lantern has been placed there and I have no memory of when I did this and nor am I able to remove it. Everytime I do, I forget where I am and forget the action I am about to take. Its as if something or some part of me is preventing me from doing it. I researched this and discovered casses of people repressing parts of themselves on purpose for protection... from themselves. Why would i fear myself? What has happened... As I write this I am getting a terrible headache but I will continue to focus.. something has become forgotten, some sort of trickery is occuring. Someone is attempting to alter the story that will be told. I will not permit them.... It does not help that I have met a young lady - yes the fairer sex to always complicate matters. If this story has already completed perhaps you already know the part she will play - you likely know her name and her name may also be scribed in legend. Then mark this moment as the first time I scribe after realising that I am spellbound by this Fier'dal. Yes she is a wood elf and yes I think I am falling head over heels for her. Her eyes.. her touch.. her musical voice... I wanted the world and she is becoming it. I will not mention her name for she may still live when this is read. But know you who reads this, if she has become enscribed into legend - a warning is written in this ancient parchment. If she has survived time and I am long gone, whoever dare threaten her life will experience my vengeance from the afterlife. If you have learned anything about me, you should fear me more then than you should when I lived. While I live however... no harm will come upon her. I am sure you will have become aware of what I did to those that attempted such. Still on this matter...what is all of this?! Why is everything distracting me from my work? Perhaps its fate... but I pray she is not the woman in my dreams... for I feel so helpless when it is over as if I had failed her. When I am with her I am not as I am now.. I am another... one that cares for nothing except her. What if she takes me away from my work.. what if I never accomplish my task of learning the arts and presenting them to Felwithe?! Yet I know when I am with her, I couldn't care less.. and I love every minute. I am a fool for love am I? This is terribly worrying and I do not know what to do.. its as if I am breaking into two people.... My writing is becoming erratic, I know you can feel it. It does not have the pattern as before and it is because of all these factors. I remember she asked me of my family before and even of my heritage and at one point even about my long distant ancestors. I remembered my spiritual grandfather that guides my hand and suddenly I felt the headaches once more. WHAT is this terrible light below my table? (the writing below is illegible as if his hand had started to shake. In between the scribblings for jsut a few moments, you see the writing style that had appeared in the 'Witches Night' entry with broken words such as 'remember', 'fight', 'faith'. Then there is a large gap followed by the resumption of the standard writing). I am not losing my mind I assure you. Something is bewitching me and I am going to discover what it is - I need my mind clear. But I do not think the solution is to leave behind my beloved... I care for her too much for her to write her out of my life. No its with her that I will find the truth. She loves dragons it seems - I will show her Nagafen first. I get the feeling all of this is related and the puzzle needs to be placed together so I can see the demon behind this. Whoever is behind this, you will suffer terribly. Grandfather where are you - I feel your prescence but I do not hear your words anymore.... *As you finish reading, you see an image of Silthian writing the entry stooped over his table with sweat dripping from his brow, Behind him you see the ghostly form of a Koada'dal who resembles a distant relation, sharing the same icy green eyes. His expression is that of frustation as he stares at the back of Silthian's head as if contemplating the next move he will have to take* <div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>11-13-2005</span> <span class=time_text>12:26 PM</span>
DukeOccam
11-14-2005, 01:55 PM
<P>Great story so far. The pictures are very nice. They really help with visualizing the story.</P> <P>It's interesting to see a a Koada'dal choose Freeport, and for justifiable reasons, not just "ooh, I'm evil now."</P> <P>Keep writing; I'll keep reading. <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /></P><p>Message Edited by DukeOccam on <span class=date_text>11-14-2005</span> <span class=time_text>12:56 AM</span>
She stayed the night. However it was an innocent meeting, our closest moment in each others embrace before we fell to our weariness.. and she took my bed while I made myself a makeshift sleeping area in the front room for myself. She stepped into my home, my place of research, she stood in front of my research areas and even the sacrifice tray where frequent blood letting allowed me to utilise the power of the lifeforce within this most essential of body fluids to travel the spirit worlds. I could see she was hiding the fear - yet she told me she did not judge me, she trusted me.. and when I finally weakened and fell to my knee, she took me in her lap and stroked my hair until all the worries were gone. Yet out of the corner of my eye I could still see the little light burning under the table - that haunting light and its significance which escapes me. I felt ashamed to show her the work I did. Why was I ashamed?! I thought all of this was justified for the ends - to show the power of the art when I finally arrive in Faydwer. Yet when I was with her, I... was different. Her power over me frightens me - but one thing is clear... 'love' itself is not just a chemical reaction formed within the body.. the same way one may experience euphoria or sadness.. no, there is something else, something divine and otherworldy about it. I am falling in love with her and yet it feels pure, it feels serene and it feels... natural. I feel no shame for doing it because I think every man needs a woman behind him every step of the way - it is a long lonely road and I am.. a mortal. Even the deities themselves have their partners.. imagine the power then of this important attraction, this necessity... it is not her body that I crave although in truth her beauty is deeply alluring, it is just the warmth of her touch and her closeness that I need. But it isn't just this.. I told her about the headaches. I told her that I felt something was wrong and that I didn't understand why I felt such pain everytime I thought about it... and about her. I told her perhaps someone had cast a spell on me and I would find out who it was... I even told her this! I still cant believe it as I write this... When i woke, she had already gone and I went back into the study to further contemplate how I would solve this problem. I started with the light. I pulled it out from beneath the table - a small candle holder yet producing a terribly bright light, as I looked into it, it penetrated my very being and increased the pain surrounding my temples. As I moved it nearer and nearer, it pain became unbearable but I knew what I had to do. And I pushed my hand into the flame. Red hot fires - my sight turned crimson and I screamed in pain - my head exploded yet I could hear another scream within... the light fell from my hand on hitting the floor rolled beneath the table before resuming its position of its own accord. I fell to my knees holding my head and I could hear the scream echoing in the recesses of my mind. It sounded like scream of an elderly person... An ancestor. Grandfather.... *as you finish reading, you see an image of Silthian standing in his study, the light shining from beneath the study table beside him. He seems to be staring into the distance although in truth he may be looking deep within himself at what he had possibly just discovered* <div></div>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Another night - yes once more.. this time me beside in my bed, she slept beside me on my harm and I felt her breath softly all through the night.. her heart beat next to mine. Yes I know - Koada'dal - my kind... so much restraint, so much discipline. Trust me - when you have a beautiful woman lying next to you and you know you should resist the urge to turn to her.. to kiss her, to touch her because it is not quite the time... yet she happens to be right there... Well I can tell you that I think it was one experience that I can not possible recount here. Still it provided beneficial for one thing - her spirit next to mine all through the night.. I found just what I was looking for. You see as I lay there, I heard her heartbeat get louder and louder until it filled my head and using her strength I ventured once more into the darker realms which few look into - one lyding deep within. I followed it pushing further than I had ever before with the sound of her life... her love as my barrier. What did I find? I found my wretched ancestor lying deep within me corrupting me as time flowed on. Unlike my images from earlier, he looked a pitiful creature, bent and haggared with gnarled twisted tendrils.... he hissed at me when he noticed my prescence. Inititally he was surprised but just as I had underestimated what he would do to me, he had underestimated the lengths I would go to stop myself become controlled. Spilling out from his prescence within me was a dark ooze... symbolising his corrupting dark prescence, it had been responsible for my memory loss.. for all I had commited, all i had forgotten. I hated him and I reached out to destroy him once and for all.. her heartbeat still surrounding me giving me the strength of countless souls... But he fled.. breaking, shattering into what seemed like many glass prisms, he ripped into my every essence. I knew then that while he would not control me anymore, he had decided to make a last ditch effort to complete his goal. By spreading into my lifestream, while I would be myself... if I ever pushed myself far enough, I would find myself reaching into the dark essence. I woudl likely be able to exact great evil if something ever forced me to... Has this already happened? Either you know me as a saviour or a demon. I don't know which as at the time of writing but I vow to remain true to my self regardless of my dark arts. I do it for my family and to preserve their honour, for my kind and for her. But it strikes me that if anything ever did happen to her.. if someone stole her from me. I would not be able to take it.. I feel her soft skin on my arm right now and I know I love her with every part of me. If someone dares to hurt her and take her, I know that my anger will consume me. And I will take everything. I will fight to make sure this never happens. I see the light flickering beneath that table near my bed - I remember now someone giving it to me.. a woman with striking green eyes... everytime I remember her I am filled with a great warmth.. I feel green grass around me and endless forests and blue skies overhead. I think I know who She might be but I would never be so bold to write what I believe here. If it is who I think it is, I will always be Her child. Her First. I will try never to shame Her but I can understand why She came. For one of her children. I kissed the angel lying next to me on her forehead and closed my eyes. My future lay ahead of me and I knew my destiny inched ever closer. I smiled.. first time in sooo long... this angel had set me free. I was myself once more... and I think one solitary tear left my eye as I left this world for that of dreams. *as you finish reading you see an imagine of Silthian lying in a large bed with a beautiful elven woman on his arm - both seeming far away in another world.. and around them is a soft green glow filtering from a nearby light underneath an adjacent table. The image fills you with a wonderful calm.. but only for which is suddenly shattered by the image of Silthian's ancestor as he had been found deep within his soul - before he shattered into many pieces. Truly - '<i><font color="#cc0000">the demon within</font></i>'.* <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/Demonswithin.jpg"> <div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-04-2005</span> <span class=time_text>09:10 AM</span>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>What do I do now? *there is a little gap in the writing before it continues below again* I am now more than aware of the wrongness of my arts - I had been blinded before by my ancestor's twisted soul - he himself had become lost as he progressed on and after his death had finally lost all traces of what I could have admired. I force my will on the souls and I control them - there is no two ways about this. Yet am I not on a path that I can not turn back from? Can I still not achieve great good with this? Sometimes for good to triumph over evil, does the path of good not have to resort to evil? I once read a piece of mythology from far away lands that I always thought was fascinating - the setting was this. A terrible epic war was beight fought between the side of good and evil - and finally two great archers on chariots fought each other. On one side was a man thought to tbe the greatest archer to ever live, a crown price and firmly on the side of light and truth - his name was Arjun. His charioteer was none other than a deity himself in the form of a man called Krishna - he was truly protected. On the other side was the son of a poor man - only the truth was that he was the son of the Sun God himself and Arjun's half-brother (although Arjun was not aware that he was) - his name was Karna. But due to a vow to a friend, he had been forced to fight on the other side.. the side of evil (he himself was not however). As they faced off, Karna was far too strong - his armour make him close to invulnerable (gift from his father) and his archery matched that of Arjun on the other side. So at a point in the battle, Lord Krishna caused the ground to tumble forcing the Sungod's offspring to tumble sideways in his chariot. At this point Karna asked Arjun to stop while he fixed his chariot - the rules of war and honour. Arjun agreed and Karna stepped down to fix his wheel. At this point Krishna told Arjun to fire on Karna. Arjun could not believe what he was being told to do - fire on a helpless opponent? What was the honour in that - no he could not possible do this... but eventually he relented and fired upon Karna and beheaded him. Krishna told him that this had to be done because Karna could not be stopped - if allowed to win, the other side would have triumphed and great evil would have reigned. For that one moment of dishonour and sacrifice, they would then continue on to allow the side of good to triumph..... --- And so with this in mind... am I not allowed to force my will on these souls if my final goal is that of good? To walk the lands and follow my heart and become the hero that my family would want me to be? I know that such things can consume ones soul and thus even though I intend to do good, eventually I may fall off the path just as my ancestor did. But it is too late now - I can do this. No I will... I am the Soulmover. My story will be told and it will be one to be remembered with pride.. not with dread....<p>*as you read these words, you see an image of a sparkling ice cavern - Silthian stands in the water looking up with a serene smile. Behind him white orbs float with sparkling glowing trails and a sensation of purity and radiance surrounds you - with a strong feeling of.... <font color="#ccffff">hope</font>* </p> <p><img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/Icecavern.jpg"> <span class="time_text"></span></p><p> <span class="time_text"></span></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-04-2005</span> <span class=time_text>09:34 AM</span>
Eriol
12-06-2005, 12:50 AM
Quite Good. Quite good indeed.The end then? Or more to come?
<div></div>*you turn a page and notice there is much more to come in the journal - a story.. a fable left untold. As you read on, you see an image of Silthian flicker within your mind for an instant....* <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/Sil2.jpg"> <div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-17-2005</span> <span class=time_text>10:30 AM</span>
<div></div><div></div>There is another woman lying in my bed. I can see her as I write this, the slow movements of her chest moving up and down beneath the blankets, her mind and soul in faraway lands.... yes she is not the lady whose heartbeat helped me reach into myself and find the true source of all the problems that had plagued me these past months. I know what you are thinking - but you are wrong. As I look upon the figure lying in my bed, I see a woman with strong Fier'dal features although she is a half blood and I have not touched her in anyway to betray the one whose heart I hold. She found herself here after a night of overindulging in a tavern in Freeport.. I could not let her make the long path back to Qeynos in this state... but she is not a stranger either - I met her in fact months before I met the one whose heart I hold. The truth is it has been many weeks since I have seen the woman mentioned in the previous pages, her guild and her life taking her far away from me across the lands and while I have searched the otherworld to move closer to her, I find myself pushed further and further away by other shadows, other souls that surround her at every step. The last time I travelled, I only saw her soul far away, her mind focussed on many others. I have not searched for her again - she knows where to find me. Which leaves me standing at the corner of my bed looking down at the serene sleeping figure - from this point on, I will refer to her as 'the songstress'. I met her months back in Nektropos Castle... a story was told that we will remember for some time. A man called Everling had lost his mind in his work and the death of his daughters had pushed him over the edge turning his home into a haunted chasm - we ventured deep within along with a few others. Our leader was a dwarf called Dorgius - a sturdy soul whose focus and determination was an inspiration but I remember my moments with the songstress due to her coldness. She seemed very uncomfortable in my prescence but I do not blame her for this. I could hear Everling's heartbeat at every turn and the power within.. at that time, my ancestors spirit within kept drawing me closer mindlessly and all I sought was to tap into it and perhaps even capture it. The songstress specialised in musical and battle arts.. a dirge and she found the heartbeat chilling and while I told her to listen and find the truth within, it haunted her mind and she found no solace within it. We finally found our way to Everling and defeated him, but his soul was beyond my grasp. To my surprise the songstress contacted me a few days later - a tune reaching me from an instrument played far far away.. its magical means allowing her to talk to me. I did not expect it.. I did not even think she liked me. She talked to me about our trip and nightmares that had plagued her later but she continued to remain far and I felt that she still thought little of me. It was during these times that I met the 'one whose heart I held' and her story alongside with mine up to this point you have already read in the journal pages above. It was after this that the songstress started revealing her true self - a part of her she had hidden away a long time ago... from a time where her brother was lost in the Shattering and hard times had forced her to surround herself in many shields. To protect her from the pains of life... but as she found herself near me, she let each of them fall for the first time until she showed the caring and loving spirit that lay within. And she told me what she felt for me. I am sure my guardian spirits felt a part of my heart break then - when I knew I could give nothing back to her even though I could see her true beauty and its captivating nature because another held my heart then. And I told her so... she fled away into the forests with her flute at her lips letting her songs push away the pain... but I stood watching nearby.. helpless... I owed her my life - she had saved me many times in Everling's castle when my ancestor had placed me in danger for his selfish desires...now I would not desert her, not only for that but for everything about her and I set about freeing her from many souls that continued to plague her in her nightmares. I entered the Otherworld and rending each of these into an oblivion except Everling himself who retreated.. although it seemed he had other plans. I set a guardian spirit to protect the Songstress evermore and he will continue his duty endlessly. She invited me to a tavern meeting with friends tonight and I spent it with her listening to stories and music that brought a smile to my face... for a moment I remembered the lady who whose heart I held and our story together and wondered whether her stories would continue to take her far away. Now I bring you back to the slumbering figure in my bed. Just a touch away... a lock of hair falling over her pretty face. ---- I miss my sister Alhanna so much.. I wish she was here... little sister, she knew I was not like others. I would come home with 'that' look and she would narrow her eyes and return hers. She would ask me if I was going to break another heart and I would tell her that 'I' had not done anything thing... that it was not my fault. She would sigh and call me close and I would lie in her lap with my face up looking into hers. She would stroke my hair and tell me that she knew I would never hurt another but that I had to take care.. to stop that tongue of mine. I told her I was not like the others, that I had never said a word I had not meant.. that I would never use a soul, any lady that crossed my path. She would whisper that she knew that.. she was my little sister after all, the first lady to know my soul, to know her brother's heart. Then she would sing and I woudl be swept far away.. away where my face, my touch, my voice would never tease another.... I know she is alive.. i sense her far away in the lost isles where I left her and I hope to find her soon. I need her... My fingers are on the wood of my bed now and now I sit in the corner leaning on the pillar, my eyes will soon close, my head against it.. with just the soft breathing of my songstress a few inches away from me to send me away into my dreams. ---- *as the words fade, you hear a beautiful piece of music in the back of your mind - flute music, so serene, woodlands and nature... and you wonder if that is a piece played by this mysterious songstress....as you do, an image suddenly flickers in your mind of a young woman standing with her back towards you....* <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/songstress.jpg"> <div></div><p> <span class="time_text"></span></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-20-2005</span> <span class=time_text>07:29 PM</span>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>A perfect sense of timing - the sort that only a bard could create.. only this time the fates were spinning this tale. The very nice day she came... the one whose heart I hold.. I saw her flicker into my mind, her angelic voice breaking through. I asked her where she had been and she told me the tale of a friend of hers.. an Iksar and a journey she needed to take to save his people. I won't bother to go into this - it does not concern me nor does it concern you... those beasts have never and will never mean anything in the grand scale of things. I only cared about 'her'. She came to my room and told me she was sorry for how far she had gone away from me and I couldn't do anything but hold her and kiss her... just the relief to have her back in my arms, the only place where I trusted she could truly be safe - a place where 'nothing' would dare dream take her. I stood and was content to just watch her walk around my home in her elegant dress knowing she was close enough to touch... to hold... And then she walked past the bed... only one night ago it had been occupied and I touched the wood as she walked past thinking of this. She noticed.. she misinterpreted, but I wonder if she would have understood. She trusts me... she should have.. still I was innocent and so had nothing to hide. But the fact still made me uncomfortable... but as I walked past the bed where the lullaby of my songstress had taken me away, she took me in her arms and told me she loved me. I loved her too.. desperately and I returned those words, my lips teasing against hers, her cheeks, her ears.. that soft soft skin.... Time passed by and I left her in the bed... not having touched her in anyway this time either except my kisses and my arms around her. I kissed her as she fell asleep and then rested my head on that same bedpost once more. I felt that music returning.. flitting into my mind and I walked out into the night air to clear it... the image of my sleeping angel the only thing in front of my eyes as I stared up into the soft milky moon. And the hope that she would still remain this close in the coming times. *as you finish reading the entry, you suddenly see a strange viewpoint off the corner of Silthian's room and you realise it is the same bedpost - as you look down, you see him looking down at a lady dressed in a beautiful white dress.... * <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/FromtheBedPost.jpg"> <p><span class="date_text"></span><span class="time_text"> </span></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-23-2005</span> <span class=time_text>05:37 PM</span>
Frostfell - a strange festival but I have a new admiration for all it means... with the snow and the ice comes a sense of warmth and love, a contrast yet they move hand in hand. With the coming of the cold, I have felt a change come within me and I welcome it... we must all change and let our experiences shape us.. into the people we wish to be. I was in West Freeport where I was compelled to bounce a snowball off a Tier'dal's head and the sense of satisfaction that came from it was... more than tangible. The beauty of is was that this male continued to talk to this female Tier'dal and the more I threw at him and her, the more they ignored me. Finally he walked off and I timed a perfect ball off the top off his head... a skillful rebound and at this point the lady told me she had had enough of me. I apologised and pressed a new ball of snow into the dark skin off her face.... She promptly took a large ball of snow and threw it into my face. From then erupted a truly epic war that pulled in trolls, humans and allsorts - but we laughed all the way through it until we were tired and had to surrender. The beauty of Frostfell and simple snow.... Another memorable moment for me was a goblin called the Grump - I won't go into the full story but this goblin had been tormented as a child and had decided he would spoil Frostfell for everyone else by stealing their presents. To this end, he had invaded the home of the Frostfell elves - but I ventured there and actually convinced him that he need not hold such resentment... such illwill but instead he could make new friends and smile instead of bring sorrow.. and in truth he knew he found no happiness in his actions. My words... they had an effect and he changed his ways. A goblin of all creatures... I believe now that every creature, no matter how primitive is able to understand morality and how the impact of their actions. Thus there is simply no excuse for the way some behave... I have more to say on this and they will be in the following journal entry.. I will not spoil this pleasant Frostfell entry with it however. I am going to imprint a memory of mine into this page and I hope you enjoy it... a rainbow from my time in the elven winter wonderland where I spoke to the Grump. As I stood upon it, I understood the true 'wonder' of Frostfell... *as you read those words.. you see a wonderous rainbow arch behind Silthian and you feel it falling near you, its multicoloured light shimming around you* <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/rainbows.jpg"> <div></div>
<div></div><div></div><div></div>*the next page in the journal is badly crumpled - it is torn in places and there is a terrible mark in the centre.. you can't tell if it has been burned or something else but part of the writing is not legible. The page was written out at one point but it has been placed back in the journal*----Frostfell has changed me - and I like the change. Others and their words, their actions... they continue my road of self discovery - only when one knows oneself can one advance on and take the world.... most forget this but I will not. And as time passes I feel myself strengthen. I know my strengths and my limitations by each passing day and as I strengthen each of those weaknesses, I become invincible. I know one day no words, no touch, no action will harm me.. they will be anticipated and they will be countered. I am the Soulmover.. the seer Tabitha was right and if this story comes to pass, I will find her one day and thank her for giving me this title.I have much to say so I will talk about each in turn.The one whose heart I hold... she hurt me. She hurt me terribly... it was the matter of the Iksar. I thought I had let it go but it was like a dagger in my back and I realised how much it hurt when I heard her voice again.. and she accused me... or at least impied me that I had betrayed her. It was then that I realised the pain she had caused me. There was no other way around it - she had left me for many days where I knew not the danger she was in, she had caused me many sleepless nights, many dangerous trips into the Otherworld to make sure she was safe... all for a ... beast. I also found out this .. beast, this animal had actually physically hurt her, punched her, thrown her around to determine her strength and even then she had helped him. Apparently this was a show of strength to the savage.. to hurt a woman. She then went on this journey with this reptile while I worried for her.I told her that Ihad made a decision.. when she told me she was sorry for what she did... I told her that I would hurt this Iksar... I would hurt him because she ahd chosen him over me. I was Silthian and I would not tolerate this.. no I would not. As I write this, the anger within me.. is indescribable. This lizard who from now on I will refer to as the 'cursed one'.. was at one time a similar level to me in his teaching but recently he passed me by. But I am a very crafty fighter.. I know the importance of patience, and I strongly believe all is fair in love and war. I intend to train and continue my studies in my dark arts and when I strike upon him, it will be when he least expects it. Unless my beloved betrays me, he will never see me coming - none knows of my vendetta.. and even if he found out about it through the Otherworld spirits, my home is protected tight so none can harm me there and if I am not prepared, no ambush outside it can stop be disappearing into the Spiritworld and away from trickery.No... when i strike.. it will be terrible. I will hurt those he love, I will harm his children and I know he is a supposed saviour to his people. One day he will be weak, and I will take him, steal him and take him to my world. And there I will cut off his arms, the same arms that he used to hit my love and show him how it is to hurt the vulnerable. Just as he used hos power over a woman, I will use my power over him and show him..*the paper is torn here and terribly 'burned' perhaps.. almost as if Silthian's hate has affected the parchment but you can make out words*he struck the one I love... spilled her blood... the pathetic beast,limb from limb....tortured souls... flayed parts...*you see a crimson stain here stretching across the page and then they end in the words* Domar lijrika Marakas.... *the words send a shiver up your spine and it is almost as if reciting them may have unleashed something...**then you see a fully formed paragraph*Remember a lesson - I seek to harm this creature .. but I am not evil. He is a beast and he harmed a woman... I do not tolerate those that harm women, those harm harm children, those that use power over the weak. The souls I have taken are of the strong.. even I .. the one called a 'defiler' never take those of the weak, only those worth it. Thus the harm that will befall this reptile will be a lesson to him that he will know for an eternity.Also learn how I will finish my goal. I will not let him take my life focus - he will be a side project, a hobby. And I will take my time. Many months, many years he will live without a single idea what will happen. Then one day a single nightmare and all will change. Strike like a snake, once and forever. Let the poison be terrible, let it be final. Until then be slippery and stay in the shadows. Honour is nothing if you lose and if the one you fight has no honour, you have no reason to use it either.She was sorry. My beloved was sorry. I love her but I do not forgive her. I know I would never have done that to her.... this is why I can not. And what is worse... for an animal? An iksar? An insult to me.... I hope I can look at her again like I could before.. but as much as I love her, everytime I do, I image the reptile and then the rage comes....*there is a gap below this writing and then a few more words*I feel the fragements of my ancestor sparking as I think of all of this - this is what he would want... rage, vengeance.. it is the only hope he has for me to fall off into the darkness. But I will not.. I will not let this be my life work. It will simply be a way of testing my strength - the Iksar's demise will make me stronger simply in my art. Outside it though, outside it I will not forget that woman.. the striking green eyed one in Freeport. I will tell you know.. I am Tunare's first and I can say perhaps she was Her, some fragment of her in essence if you did not realise what she implied before. She would wish me to hold onto my soul and I will not break Her trust. I also know she would not care if I destroyed one of Cazik's spawn. Or ar they Rallos spawn? I do now know Iksar lore nor do I care. And I know She wouldnt either.I bow my head to you Mother above. I see the light beneath the table and if you ever come back to the lands fully, I am sure you will be right there just as you are in my soul.. my lifeblood as you are with all Koada'dal.*as the writing ends you see no image but you see the colour green... of nature.. of life.... of Tunare. Silthian's faith flows from the page and it is a strange mingling with the sheer hate eminating from the centre of the parchment*<div></div><p><span class="time_text"></span> </p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-13-2006</span><span class="time_text">07:49 AM</span></p>
<div></div><div></div><div></div>Nayeh. I feel all those whose names I mention and those who do not will become enscribed in legend - in my fable and also theirs. As you read this, I am sure you find it invigorating to know that you are experiencing moments in my journal that are now stories that are told by bards.. hopefully for me a story of a hero rather than a tyrant. It will be one or the other.. I will not be lost and forgotten... I know it now, and nor will the others. A cursed reptile who became entangled with one he never should have and thus he made the worst mistake possible. Ladies who crossed who path, who touched me, changed me... who I protected helped... and others.. who I fought side by side.. till the end. Nayeh. My beloved spoke her name... she accused me of becoming a little too close with her so now I will talk of her. She is not the songstress that I spoke of before.. that one has left for Frostfell to expore some story about the Plane of Sky with her guild. I have heard more and more about this lost realm and wonder if its access is upon us and as she leaves, of course another came. It is as if the fates laugh as they spin each thread. No this one is a Tier'dal if you can believe it. Yes.. the dark elves themselves but this one was different. I met her in the icy world of Permafrost and I was impressed by her art.. necromancy... she resurrected the death and made them do her bidding. My counterpart - I would take souls, she would take bodies and in that cold hell, we used both to fell giants. Side by side we became the king and queen of ancients.. this was before I met the one whose heart I hold. She... fascinated me. A tier'dal... she as not like others of her kind.... she was not proud of her work but she used it, my dark skinned mirror perhaps. She told mer she had enchantress blood and now I know surely she must for her very look is powerful indeed. Her words linger, her touch burnson my skin... I... The fairer sex. The weaker sex? Hardly... they are the stronger sex by fair. They bear our children, they hold our children close and form a bond with them like none in the world. They spark wars that kill countless - they bring pain that is indescribable and still love that can make any man dizzy and a child again. As you read this, you see they power they have surely... I do not wish to betray any woman that trusts me. But every step I take... I laugh as I write this... what can I tell you. Perhaps you know what I take about.. perhaps you are a lady who holds power over men. Perhaps you are a lady who wishes for love.. for that perfect man. Perhaps you are a man who uses women and knows where I am but you have gone further and have abused the power you have over them. If you are, you are a lesser man than me, know it. And if you have struck a woman... shown how power you are, show your power over me and do the following. Light a candle.. then pepper it with the soil on Behemonth Isle inside Nektulos Forest. Then look in a mirror and say the following words. Hijaras... Sirijn. Pouras..... Then think of me. Do not do this unless you are one of the ones mentioned above. Because soon after, the Otherworld will call a part of me to you. With a single minded intent. *as you read this an image flashes before you can you can not make it out. It is a silhouette perhaps... and saying those words and following those instructions would shed some light there...* ---- Enough nastiness... on to pleasantness now. Lastly perhaps you are a fool for love.. like me, and if you are a friend, I hope my words have given you solace then friend. We all go through it... all of us. The first, the one whose heart I hold... one of nature.. of kisses.. of love.... of... no I must try and forgive her.... The second of purity of soul, of inner beauty, of goodness - strength... of haunting music and song... The third of lust, of sweet words, touch and lips... of enchanting, intoxicating..... dreams They come at me like sirens, they pull at me and I try and push them away, i try and think only of the one whose heart I hold.. and of course it does not help that when I do, I see that iksar and then it is replaced by hate which sends me right back hurting to the other two.... Still... they make me strong, as I think of them I see another woman, my sister and I know I will see her soon. I have heard there are more boats heading to the shattered isles and there are letters coming through from people there. She surely must send me something soon.. I ache to write to her, I wish to call her here, show her the opportunities... This lady, this Tier'dal reminds me of the fact Koada'dal and Tier'dal came from the same - that sometimes, some rare times one can find that part, that beautiful part where it all began. Not of hate... of peace, of a bright sunrise, not a bloody sunset. I fought alongside her again, this time in the fires of Ro... fitting after the ice of Permafrost and she told me that she she was fearful of one that wished to murder her. I told her that I coudl not allow thus. No you see, any person that saves my life becomes entangled mine and she has saved mine many a time in fire and ice. The man was called Alak.. a fighter.. a berserker they are called. I laughed... an easy target. The cursed from before was a Shadowknight.. more dangerous because of the connection with the otherworld and thus the reason to be slow and careful. But this was.. a mere grunt... and one who had abused a woman. I felt blessed.. I could pratice my arts on him and she give me permission to do so. I sent him a letter explaining to him what I intended to do, why I would do it and what fate woud befall him. I am a stealer of souls. Only a fool would dismiss a single of my kind. You see - anyone who dabbles in the otherworld is a dark foe. I never dismiss any who wishes me harm and I hope my foes do not do the same for me because it will be their last move. Do not mistake my words - I do not think this Alak can not harm me. Of course he can.. he can best me in hand to hand although that is if I didnt use my dark arts. If I did, i could make him flee in terror and at the same time he would be plagued my many ailments that would drop him to the ground. But why take the risk when I can fly so gloriously in the Otherwold and harm from there? I offered him a choice - apologise to Nayeh and leave her life. I know he will not take it... good. Practice makes perfect. First I intend to send lesser spirits.. small ailments they will inflict, small curses and theyw ill become progressively worse. I want to finally see if I can bring him to the void that I have in mind for the Iksar. I won't give him the same fate though... not unless he strikes my enchantress. If he does... well then... *suddenly you hear a strange laughter.. a sound imbedded into the writing... it is the first time you hear Silthian in your mind and it is a youthful voice.. a playful one but it a strong sound... with a dark echo* I am confident like none before. I underestimate none, I have continue to shield myself and protect myself and I am taking my time. I feel Tunare's blessing, I am glad I have found enemies to make myself strong and keep myself on my toes, I may soon no longer be alone if my sister finds me and .... I have.... *the writing is incomplete and you realise why the writing has ended early... a music fades in, from that mysterious songstress, this time a string instrument of some kind. It is a bold piece of music... captivating, serene yet it pulls you in. An image accompanies it of Silthian standing next to a deer with a glowing red nose* <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/rudolf.jpg"> <p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-28-2005</span> <span class=time_text>04:43 PM</span>
*there is a letter placed before the journal entry... carefully folded* My dearest brother, I have missed you terribly - I hope this letter reaches you safely and the new transport routes are becoming safer to that the people on our isle and the other shattered ones can travel to D'Lere and Karan and begin their lives anew. I have seen you in my dreams and felt your spirit wings near me and I know you have watched over me - I know you are alive and I hope you are well. I worry for you because even though I am younger than you, I know how you are! Always the same Silthian, always getting into trouble. It has followed you around.. its that tongue of yours, your face and how you behave. Still I wouldn't want you another way..but I need to be there to stroke your head when it becomes too much. Because I know no matter how many walls you place up to hold the dark world away, deep within my dear brother is the softest of souls. Its ironic that you are a mystic and travel into the Otherworld when in truth you touch others with such a soft feather hand. I wonder if the new worlds has changed you in some way - I hope not! I want you to be the same laughing mischevious Silthian that you were when you left. I am planning to come soon in one of the new transport boats at the end of Frostfell when the climate is more favourable. Have you heard stories about the Plane of Sky? There is something happening.. the bards are writing music of upcoming changes and I hope to be there.. perhaps the gods will return... Our Tunare! I have to tell you, I have decided to follow the path of song brother.. to weave its magic stronger and allow it to fill the hearts of men. You many deal with the essence of a persons spirit but I will touch them another way! Our parents are well - they worry for you but they will come after I have arrived and you need not be concerned. Father remains as strong as an ox and mother.. time does not touch her and I am sure she will remain the pristine angel she is for all time. She talks about you all the time and aches to hold you in her arms. I will hold you instead until she can come. I will write you again - stay out of trouble and write me! And I hope you are not breaking hearts... only teasing! Your baby sister, Alhanna <div></div>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Perhaps I am going insane. What is this.. I am skimming through my journal now to where it all started and I am wondering how I arrived to where I am now. What happened to all that focus on my art - the single minded determination to perfect my art and bring it to Felwithe.. not for my ancestor this time but for myself? No instead I am finding myself torn apart by other things - at least this is an indication I am flesh and blood like everyone else and surely my heart and mind is not so distant that it doesn't feel... if anything, I feel even more. I am convinced now that the Fates, those ladies must be laughing at they spin forward destiny through their sowing wheels.. the threads falling just so.. as it always should have been. It began first with my beloved appearing in my thoughts - she had found me and she told me that the reptile had betrayed her, had hit her again and how she wished his death. I told her she would get what she wished but in truth I was terribly tired. I even reminded her how our loving thoughts for another were now replaced by a shared hatred for another - an animal no less which she had brought into the equation. And all for what? Nothing now.. because as predicted it had turned on her like any beast. Just another distraction.. not needed, unnecessary and of course the feelings associated with all of this were not exactly the most pleasant as my journal entries earlier will have conveyed. I wish they fade away soon because I am unsure I will be able to take them any longer.. I wish for those feelings when I looked upon her before all of this, not the wrath when I recall those bruises on her skin and then my dark trips into the Otherworld for her. Where did it lead me? Well it seems it led me waking up to... <i>(the writing suddenly becomes faded here so it is hard to make out what is written at all - perhaps future journal entries will shed light on the paragraphs that have become lost. There are still lines and paragraphs that are legible although the information seems broken - shown below). </i> <i>(large block of smudged text)</i>... my head in Qeynos once again.. where it all started - I thought it might clear my mind. Freeport had muddied my thoughts.. with reptiles, darkness and those painful sleepless nights from long a short time ago... but it had all started with the fresh air of Antonica and in truth the sweet beauty of Antonia and clear hope. I had found myself falling into an inky night again but this time I would not drown as I had before. <i>(faded text follows)</i> I fell asleep then with a view of Antonia's palace there from a nearby window.. <i>(illegible text)</i>.. Blissfully asleep... in another world. I took this moment to think... how did I end up here? Qeynos, cursed, now free yet it seems entangled once more? (illegible paragraph).. my other arm to my side, my slender fingers rubbing together nervously. I was going to break hearts. Again. I was hurtling towards it. Sometimes I wished I could be like the others. There are men that do it happily... take advantage of the fact women are drawn to them and take them in left right and centre, leaving them once they have had their fill. They float through life without a care caring only for themselves and they seem to be oblivious.. nothing bothers them. But then perhaps they are simply dead inside. Surely I did not wish that... no, they may seem oblivious but their winter nights must be terribly cold. Far colder than mine. I had to make choices surely now.. but I had made mine before... with the one whose heart I held. But then she had to go do what she had and she had to do it now. I shifted slightly in my bed but ..<i> (blurred text follows and continues for a few more paragraphs and then finally you can read once more) </i>This will have to end... all of this one way or the other. I was going to follow my heart.. where it would take me - I am tired of listening to my mind.. it fills with thoughts that matter little. Only ones heart believes in things we are too scared to consider.. too frightened to hope for... our minds tell us not to take those steps because we may lose something... or we may end up lost. But our heart reminds us of happiness in its purest form and its worth fighting for. To the very end. <i>(smeared words)</i>...protected it even then while lost in a dream world. I would close my eyes then and try and sleep so that when <i>(illegible words)</i> ... but it was time to begin anew. All stories start from Qeynos. Mine started there the first time. It begins again. *as you finish reading, you feel a gust of air around you and an image of Silthian rising on a Maj'dul carpet floating over the sands to where the winds take him, a Frostfell hat perched on his head* <i> </i> <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/Carpetsandhats.jpg"> <div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>12-30-2005</span> <span class=time_text>11:36 AM</span>
very nicely done <div></div>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>I was right - Nektulos Forest... just as I had dreamed, its starting there. It is all changing.. and I know now that I was never going to win this battle to fight it. The puzzles pieces are falling into place. ---- First it was my ancestor - in Qeynos... grabbing my soul and not letting it go. Then it was my travel to Freeport, my taking the dark arts - a dark mystic... a 'defiler'. After this my travels resulted in many souls being touched, some of my actions dark, the story penned by my ancestor, others were light as my own sense of morality fought to remain on the path. Then I met my beloved and she helped me fight him off but he remained within me, shattered but in my soul just waiting for me to call on the darkness one last time. Finally the others came - my ghosts, my past - ladies and shattered hearts... the pain of not being able to bite my tongue and falling onwards between beautiful faces, soft lips, lingering touches and promises of everlasting love. My beloved left and the rage came first but I chased it away. Then the jealousy came in another and I could not bear to see her pain anymore and I fell to my knees as I tried to chase away the anger within me, for reaching this point, for toying with their lives and mine. And finally I could not stop it any longer. It was all intended - it was written.. there was only going to be one conclusion. The ladies came one at a time, each one seeming to question my faith, my trust and then finally it ended in Nektulos Forest. Those beautiful falls... - always dark that forest remains and I sit there to collect my thoughts. I went again to try and find myself back on the path, my eyes closed, my knees on the stone in front of the falls. And then she found me. (<i>the writing seems to make no indication at all which of the ladies this person is</i>) I could not take it any longer - I was torn this way and the other. I wondered whether I should simply let the darkness come. It is so beautiful... when I let it consume me. If you look back in the journals you can pinpoint each time it did, in fact I can see one page now that has become so burned by it that it has become illegible at one point. And another.... How can I describe it to you - it begins with the rage... I feel it upon my fingers first and then in the muscles of my arms, shivering, and then I feel the power, the tingling. I am aware of my eyes flickering - i am told my eyes change colour then, from a soft jade to one of ice, my voice changes. Behind me the shadows whisp and the breeze changes that to a wind. I know that all of this comes from the remains of my ancestor but he is no longer sentient, he simply leaves all his aspirations of power... He is mine. I love the.. exhileration. When I let 'it' come, no one can stop me. Creatures that loom over me see the look in my eyes and my words and they know I am not lying when I say I will steal their souls and torture them forever more in another place. They see the madness in my eyes, my lips turning slightly as if cherishing their fear - they wonder if the power I talk about exists and what if it does, whether clashing with me is wise. It is not.. those that have before have forfeit their lives to someone who is not only a dark mystic but now has darkness in his soul. I now welcomes those fights because I can not lose... if only I could explain to you.... She did this to me.. and I don't think she knew what she asked for. I told her there was no going back but she told me she would catch me if I fell. I don't think she knew how far I could fall, this angelic Koada'dal, this supposed do-gooder, but she said she would. She wished for one thing and she believed that if I let the darkness take me, that I could control it and she could help me do it. That this new me, this dark me, this passionate lustful me would show her other worlds but most important would ensure her my heart. No turning back. I couldnt stand to see the pain in her eyes anymore. I wanted to be like the shadows.. the wind, they never care where life takes them, they only cherish the night and the beauty of those countless shades of black. Too many people threatening me, too many painful smiles wishing for me, the temptation. I lost to it. *something happens to the page at this point... it is not burned but the surface is twisted in the most unusual way. It is as if the whiteness of the parchment has somehow swirled into a circle.. an endless circle and as you look onto it, you momentarily become lost - almost hypnotising* This was not the point where I became 'bad'... 'evil', whatever term you want to use. No perhaps I will not lose that fight - this was the point where I decided to no longer remain just another being, another Koada'dal. This was where I took my ancestor and swallowed him whole. The soul eater. I ate him. And then I drank her. Then I screamed and Nektulos, all within heard me. I look in the mirror now and my eyes are green but they seem to shimmer oddly.. they won't stop. I am the fifty-second circle of my mystic art and I could flow into the final circle that the libraries allow at a heart beat but I am taking my time. i am drunk with the energies, I shiver with what happened to me in Nektulos and I am lost within the wind. I am Silthian, feel me forever in the summer night breeze, I am that shiver for that moment, across your neck, along your arms - that lingering sensation that makes you cling. This world is mine. I will take all I want, I will spit out what I don't want and I will crush and destroy out those that dare to threaten me, insult me. When my sister arrives, I will take her in my arms and hold her like a brother should. She will look into my eyes and tell me something is different. I will tell her I am the brother I always was, I will promise it to her, I will laugh and hold her hands. As always. Nothing has changed.. I am still the brother she has always known. No.. now I am simply more. I am better. I will save this world from all those that threaten it because I will make it mine. And then I will do with it what I please. And whatever I please will be the best thing for this world. Because I am.. Silthian. *as you read this, a breeze flits through.. terribly cold sending you shivering. It is clear at this point in the story at an important point as been reached, that a crossroads where the writer could have gone many ways is left long behind. His words are ominious and arrogant and as soon as you realise this, his image flits into the back of your mind. His perfectly formed face, his smooth movements, then suddenly you see a series of flashbacks one after the other. - An innocent contemplative dreaming Silthian sitting on the Isle of Refuge near a waterfall.. soft and warm... - An image of him looking up as his ancestor takes him in that home in Qeynos at the test of the shaman promising him endless power but in truth taking his soul.. you see one hand of that old elven form reaching into him grabbing his heart - Then one of him standing next to his first teacher, the troll defiler, an arrogant possessed Silthian lost from his path - Then suddenly you see a series of beautiful women flashing.. some young, some written about, each heart crushingly beautiful and then suddenly it slows down. First a dark elf, lips curling arrogantly, eyes calling seductively, her voice musical and lustful. Then another wrapped in the garb of a druid.. as you see this woman.. her eyes loving and warm, then you see Silthian laying next to her, his hand next to her chest and the moment where he found the ancestor once and for all and ripped him into pieces. Then finally you feel the haunting music come. First it is peaceful.. serene then it becomes sorrowful and then finally dark... threatening. You see her.. a woman with white hair, beautiful with an instrument at her side, surrounded by a white glow... one that promises goodness. Darkness comes... nothing. You hear no sounds, no images for a few seconds and then a familar mysterious woman appears. The woman in Freeport... her shape changes - hair colour, face as well, her eyes shimmering green and you realise she becomes nature itself, your breath leaving you as the faintest image of Tunare Herself and her memory breaks through. - One final image now.. you see Silthian standing in a place of endless stars.. souls, the otherworld. He floats there, his arms outwards in a crucifix shape, his head upwards, his eyes closed. Suddenly he opens them staring at you... first his smile is soft, gentle and then it curls... arrogantly, dangerously, tongue flickering outwards to lick his upper lip. His eyes close for a moment and as he opens them, his fingers snap, the sound echoing into the cosmos. Your viewpoint zooms back suddenly and you find yourself staring into a large mirror.. its surface moving strangely... <img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/OtherworldMirror.jpg"> <p> <span class="time_text"></span></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>01-03-2006</span> <span class=time_text>09:06 PM</span>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><p>She hurt me. Again. I never saw it coming.And to think of the writing earlier in this journal threatening anyone that read the message - that if they hurt her, I would come back from the afterlife to show how much I loved her. There is no need to hide her name any more - our lives are about to seperate, her name is Nikalaru and she broke my heart for an animal, an iksar.I trusted her. You have to trust - especially those you care about.. if you do not, then surely you have nothing. When she left those many weeks, i tried to make sure she was fine but she faded away and I lost many nights sleep worrying about her. In fact at one point in the Otherworld her soul seemed so far that my wings.. (I take the form of a spirit hawk in the Otherworld to travel) failed and I almost fell to my death in trying to reach her. I was hurt when she came back and told me she did it for a friend. Now I know she was betraying me all that time. I had been worrying about her and she was cheating with an animal, a beast. Beautiful scaley love with countless teeth and grotesque tails, I am sure the image would be too horrifying to convey and there will be no such depiction jumping off this page as they sometimes do - so you need not fret.The worst part is she she came back and lied - she lied after the animal beat her and tossed her around a doll. She then came running back to me. I trusted her, I believed her innocent words. And I vowed to kill and torture the thing for her. She intended to use me to hurt the one she broke my heart with.. this far she would go. I remember still the moment where I told her how much she had hurt me when she disappeared as she had for who she claimed was then a 'friend' but regardless how I would never hurt her in anyway, even if she stabbed me in the back with a dagger. I had no idea that she already had at that time - I wonder what my words would have sounded like to her? Still I meant every word.. she stabbed me in the back and I still mean her no harm or ill will. Previously she had told me was she had performed a ritual and give a part of her soul to save her iksar friend - but there was nothing more to it. Now I know it required her to give her 'heart' and 'soul' to him - total love - and she had no intention of coming back after it either.After she came back to me from that animal.. thrown back and spinning her lies, she only stayed a short while before leaving again to look after her father in his last dying days. But before her departure she told me to come to a beach in the Deserts of Ro, a final meeting before me the long trip. Here she spoke sweet words, indicating she would have liked that serene spot to be the place we would wed. And then she left to take care of matters - but when she came back, she went to the animal and its their conversation I heard in a tavern as I was passing outside. The simple truth of the time she had left, all that had happened. The conversation in the tavern between the animal and her had been an argument of who had broken whose heart. Nika told the animal it had broken her heart when it had tossed her away like a ragdoll. It on the other hand felt she had betrayed it by coming back to me while they had been together - something she denied. The last I saw was her rushing out to stop me, questioning my prescence, asking me if I was spying on her. I had no words for her, I said very little. My last words were a goodbye as I turned away from her to walk away into the night... Lady Night's sweet embrace awaiting to sooth my heart.</p><p>The Iksar promised her much - If only he knew that the world was never going to be his. It was mine... no it was ours.. mine and the the woman whose music lights my life. Yes this is the saddest part - the part I never forgive myself for. The songstress.. the lady who loved me, I broke her heart for Nika, told her she could not be mine because I couldnt betray the one whose heart I held. And my 'darling' then promptly stood and crushed mine while I still held hers safe in my hand. I hurt a woman that truly loved me for one that finds herself betraying me for an animal, no... even worse an animal that beat her to a pulp.I should be insulted, feel broken to be second to some'thing' as horrifying as this. But I am not because I believe in fate and destiny. I can now let my heart go and no longer feel torn... I can now hold the songstress in my arms and know that I no longer will break any hearts when I do. No.. that has already been done.. I broke the songstress' heart to show my loyalty to Nika and then Nika simply broke mine. Yes it was us - the songtress and I that were the casualities of all of this, not Nika and the animal - because - I cared for the feelings of others, those two simply didn't. I can understand why the animal did it.. he is a beast simply, little different from a gnoll or a goblin. But Nika... I will not know why she did it to me. It does not matter, I care not to know.My dear songstress, I whistled her tune as i walked away from that tavern that night - to push the pain away.. and it did fast. I no longer care to hurt the animal like I vowed before. I had only wished harm on him because it had dared to raise his hand on Nika but now I could not care less if it did - she wants it, she can have it. They can have a future of wonderful half-iksar mutants popping out of putrid eggs and the likely nostril popping stench that will go with it. Yes that is the future she chose over me.My songstress knew Nika had hurt me from before- after she left for the Iksar the first time even when we thought it was just to help a 'friend' - and at that time my songstress was enraged... I believe i have written of this before.. to think that I - someone she cared for had been hurt by the one whose heart I had held - that this woman would leave for weeks without a word and cause so much pain. This beautiful songstress cared for me even though I had turned her away, still caring for the one she couldn't then have.</p><p>I had made her swear she wouldn't do anything.. not exact any sort of revenge, I had trusted Nika then and her assurances she had not betrayed me and give her heart to another. When I tell my songstress later the reason why I seem in pain.. that even though her sweet arms and lips are all I want, the fact that Nika did this to me does make me ache, I can only imagine her anger.. especially since now some of my darkness rides inside her. I don't believe she will break her promise - and I still wish Nika no pain or harm... she deserves the animal and whatever fate it will inflict upon her.. she will simply lose the heaven she had wished with me. But knowing the songstress, she is likely to do something else to allow her rage to echo through and I am unsure if I have the power to stop her. A woman scorned...In fact it is more dangerous because of Nayeh - dangerous deadly Nayeh. Nayeh - tier'dal through and through, I realise now that as much as she was alluring with every movement, that my heart was always with my songstress.. that she had only been there first and Nika had only been there to take my heart and crush it while my poor darling songstress watched on powerless.Nayeh still.. through it all became close to me to a point of becoming protective over me.. perhaps her dark love for the undead and my fascination for the Otherworld resulted in a unique affinity and she had showed her disdain for Nika previous when she saw me alone during Frostfell without the one whose heart I had held. The fact my love had left me this way without a word... Nayeh seemed truly bothered by it. The songstress and Nayah were fated to meet - initially in a group at the cyclops where I had to try and keep them apart since they truly seemed to dislike each other but it turned fast and I later learned of their growing friendship - a sistership even.The dirge and the necromancer - I don't want them to fight my fights, I don't want these ladies to cause trouble on my half simply because my heart aches. I am the Soulmover and while my rage is immense, I simply do not wish it for Nika, my Nika... her dagger in my back I will pull out and the wounds will heal with the songstress' sweet kisses and touch. No I wish nothing for them.. this pain is my fault.. but I would always have trusted her... all of this was meant to happen.And my dear sister.. I can see her now. First the look in her eyes if she had seen my pain - and in truth Alhanna has an inhuman anger that I told her many times would be the end of her.. she would likely scream and promise me terrible vengeance on the one that dare hurt her brother. I would then whisper to her that it didnt matter - that the pain of love would fell the strongest of kings but I would stand on my own feet and I didnt need her to fight my battle.. that there was no battle. That it was over, that story was over and she need not involve herself in my mess and I was her older brother, not her younger one.. it was *I* that looked after her. She would likely still vent but then finally envelope me in her sisterly hug and sing a song. Another songstress. Im glad for the first time that she isn't here yet and hasn't seen me weakened temporarily as I am now.I surround myself with women - each one giving me a different kind of love. My songstress gives me a love of.. a music of the soul - the love that bards sing of. My necromancer gives me a love of affinity and friendship that holds two people close to a point where they watch out for another because it truly is a harsh world and if one does not have friends, one can fall further that can imagine - protectiveness matched with the darkness of Tier'dal and a soul raiser. And then finally my sister, my beautiful sweet sister who if she came here and advanced her teachings to the final point, could in her purest of rages destroy so many lives before I could hold their souls safe - my baby sister. Truly beautiful women and souls with dark sides that should send any intelligent man worryingAll of them... to care for me. But I care for them in the same way with all with all my heart, even more than they do for me and they have my protection to a point that one simply can not write of it. All of this would have angered me once but I am changed - the shadows took me and now I flow with them. Her music took me and now I flow with her.. she has a part of my darkness within her after that night in Nektulos... and perhaps even a part of my soul.I surround myself in women because they hold the world. They hold the hearts of men, they have an anger that would make the hells shake and they have a love that can make a broken man stand and fly. And now I feel the wound in my back healing, my wings stretching. I will take to the skies soon, without my dear Nika but with another, the one I should have held that day in the forest, pressing my lips against hers - instead of breaking her heart as I had chosen wrongly to do so - for my loyalty to the one whose heart I 'had' held. But I will take her now, my sweet songstress. And give the world to her instead, hoping that one day she can forgive me for my terrible mistake. I see her now and I contine to walk into her light. I will leave you with something... special.*as you read the last word, something strange happens and you hear music once more at the back of your mind.. this time actually accompanied by a voice. It is difficult to make out much about the singer.. the music and words mix so smoothly but it is clear what is being conveyed. You hear the following:First a drum beat and a gentle but resonating piece of music.. once more slightly jarring like that written by a dirge. Then comes the long flowing voice...<font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">'I was so high I did not recognize</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">The fire burning in her eyes</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">The chaos that controlled my mind</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">Whispered goodbye, she walked into the rain</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">Never to return again</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">But always in my heart</font><font color="#ff9933">...</font>*the music suddenly picks up and the singer lets the chorus flow loud and clear*<font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">This love has taken it’s toll on me</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">She said goodbye too many times before</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">And her heart is breaking in front of me</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">I have no choice cause I won’t say goodbye anymore</font>*the singer calls out letting the voice meld with the music and the beat slows down again*<font color="#ff9933">Kept playing love like it was just a game</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">Pretending to feel the same</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">Then turn around and leave again</font><font color="#ff9933">But ohhh</font> *the singer goes back to the chorus, the beat increasing fast behind, the dirge's mark all over*<font color="#ff9933">This love has taken it’s toll on me</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">She said goodbye... too many times before</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">And her heart is breaking in front of me</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">I have no choice cause I won’t say goodbye anymore</font>*the singer calls out again and then the beat becomes hard as focus on the following words, seeming aimed at a <font color="#ffccff">different lady</font>, the tone becoming soft*<font color="#ffccff">I’ll fix these broken things</font><font color="#ffccff"></font><font color="#ffccff">Repair your broken wings</font><font color="#ffccff"></font><font color="#ffccff">And make sure everything’s alright</font><font color="#ffccff"></font><font color="#ffccff">My pressure on you hips</font><font color="#ffccff"></font><font color="#ffccff">Sinking my fingertips</font><font color="#ffccff"></font><font color="#ffccff">Into every inch of you</font><font color="#ffccff"></font><font color="#ffccff">Cause I know that’s what you want me to do</font><font color="#ffccff"></font>*then back to the chorus, to the woman that was the focus of most of the song.. the beat rising to an overwhelming peak*<font color="#ff9933">This love has taken it’s toll on me</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">She said goodbye... too many times before</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">And her heart is breaking in front of me</font><font color="#ff9933"></font><font color="#ff9933">I have no choice cause I won’t say goodbye anymore'<font color="#ffff99"></font></font><font color="#ffff99">This love has taken it’s toll on me</font><font color="#ffff99"></font><font color="#ffff99">She said goodbye... too many times before</font><font color="#ffff99"></font><font color="#ffff99">And my heart is breaking in front of me</font><font color="#ffff99"></font><font color="#ffff99">I have no choice cause I won’t say goodbye anymore'----</font></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>09-08-2006</span> <span class=time_text>01:38 PM</span>
Eriol
01-13-2006, 02:50 AM
I only wish I could write this well man. Awesome job.
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><p>Journal comment: <font color="#ffcc33">(Thank you for your kind words - actually the best part about this journal is the fact that much of this story has actually occured in game through roleplay and experiences- the characters are all real either as npcs in game or played by player characters and the journal depicts Silthian's perspective of what occurs. As you can see, the interaction with player characters results in the many passionate entries.. there is nothing like the human element on the other side!</font></p><p><font color="#ffcc33">Stories of hunting, quests are all chronicled after experiences in game. The only extra additions are of course the inner stuggle and turmoil Silthian has with his ancestor, references to Tunare and his interpretation of what he thought he saw of Her in his life and of course the mention of his little sister, which do not exist in any form, npc or PC in game. Specific references to the Otherworld and mysticism are interpretations of what a 'defiler' is likely to know about and practice outside the simply stock spells in game - in terms of a pure spiritual practice like any other. The Otherworld is just a name for the plane where spirits linger - where mystics and defilers would call or summon their powers from as well as traverse.</font></p><p><font color="#ffcc33">I like the fact my character is 'living' the game and I can't wait to write more as I experience it. Thank you very much for reading it and I hope you continue to enjoy it! Also if you look closely, there are other journals here from other characters that have cross overs with mine as our lives converge... always like it when that happens!).</font></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-12-2006</span><span class="time_text">05:37 PM</span></p>
cr0wangel
01-13-2006, 08:11 PM
<div></div><p>I see, you wrote love stories now elf? Don't tell me you are in pain, poor little heart! -smiles as he is amused by his torment-</p><p>(I liked it, now I will wait for the other part....-wink-)</p>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><p><font color="#ffcc33">(But you have to admit friend, if anything is going to make any man fall to his knees, its always 'love' and the pain that goes with it. And usually its a woman that results in so much happening - I always remember The Trojan War first when i think of that and Helen of Troy! So yes, while my usually focussed Koada'dal may be a little worse for wear, I know that everyone must have experienced something of what he is going through at some point in their loves, broken heart of any kind. Its good to have the journal go through it all, from rage to heartache to love and everything in between! Thanks for reading very much, hope you enjoy future entries!</font></p><p><font color="#ffcc33">P.S - I can not take credit for the song - I think some will recognise it but it is called 'This Love' by Maroon 5 - I had to make some small changes and alterations but it is about the same sort of thing - if you grab a copy, you will be able to hear the first track of the soundtrack to the journal *laughs*)</font></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-13-2006</span><span class="time_text">07:37 AM</span></p>
cr0wangel
01-13-2006, 08:36 PM
<div></div><blockquote><hr>VizP wrote:<div></div><div></div><font color="#ffcc33">(But you have to admit friend, if anything is going to make any man fall to his knees, its always 'love' and the pain that goes with it. </font><hr></blockquote>(I agree. A kick in the balls do the same, or so it seems. Ha. I am just jesting <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> Yes, I enjoyed much to read it. You can have a look at my journal (online blog), but maybe you already knew about it?<a target="_blank" href="http://myspace.com/alak">http://myspace.com/alak</a> )
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><p><font color="#ffcc33">Hehe - well in my journal, you can see how Silthian is actually unaware of what is happening and you see each scene occuring earlier that has led to this point. The start of the romance, the entry pointing to the fact he had to break the other lady's heart - the songstress' heart to remain faithful, Nika's later disappearance for weeks, his trust in her words later when she came back that she had not given away her heart to anyone during her absence, his vengeance at what was done to her physically with dark promises of revenge on the iksar and 'then' the revelation.. new to Silthian, new to me, and heart crushing all the way <img src="/smilies/8a80c6485cd926be453217d59a84a888.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> But still such pure passionate experiences all from a MMO... that is what still makes my jaw drop.</font></p><p><font color="#ffcc33">On your journal - I was aware you were a writer but was not sure where your journal was - I definitely look forward to reading it too - gives the readers of this story yet another journal to read (and since your character is briefly featured in mine, they know a little bit about your character from Sil's perspective <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> )</font></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-13-2006</span><span class="time_text">04:39 PM</span></p>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>I stood out on East Freeport docks watching the boats come in, the ocean winds flowing over me trying to take my cares away. So much activity - so easy to miss until you took a moment to just stand and observe.. to watch life continue on. I heard her footsteps walking away from me, one glance to watch her go once more, her dark Tier'dal skin lit by the midday sun.Her voice had come to my mind - much like my travels in the Otherworld, Nayeh could use her abilities to linger between this world and the other to communicate with me .... right from the start, she soothed me - her words bringing me strength at the end of this cold Frostfell. She had then found me at the docks and stood next to me for a while to look out on that endless sea. I was thankful to her - right there when I was not as invulnerable as I liked to be, just to patch up and wounds and give me that extra shield. I had tried to put up a strong face but perhaps my eyes betrayed me - still I told her to stop my songstress, stop her from falling back to the black, the darkness inside.My beloved songstress would break her promise... I had seen it in her eyes after I told her the truth earlier and I hoped Nayeh would try and talk her out of it... at least she said she would - any ideas of vengeance, of cold hells and sharp terror that had formed in my love's mind needed to be controlled. Because I knew what she was capable of.A dirge's fury is terrible - those sounds mixing into an overwhelming force.. of music, of song, of voice each crafted to cut deep, to overwhelm and to terrify. Even I had been shaken the first time I had fought alongside her - there was nothing like it. And that was 'before' she had taken some of the darkness from me, the last of my ancestors force... absorbed it in Nektulos and let it become a part of her. Now it was 'much' worse.I wasn't sure Nayeh would be successful. I jsut had this terribly bad feeling welling up. Nika had my protection no longer and my songstress was out for the kill. I had seen myself in her - beautiful mesmersring mirror image. Such single minded determination to end that which had hurt her love. I look back now at this journal and one terribly burned page and my anger at that iksar, that beast. And then I realise my songstress is doing the same. My other half - my other darkness, she starts where I end.I looked back into the ocean then after Nayeh's footsteps had gone watching some of the sailors walking onto the dock. I spot an iksar - his large form walking onto the wooden pier, his tail swishing left and right, the sunlight sparkling off his wet skin. I feel the rage building and I realise now that I hate that race. It seems that everytime one of their kind has come into my life, they have dared to cause trouble, dared to stand up to me. Me.. a Koada'dal, Tunare's first - and no normal Koada'dal either.It would be akin to a warthog trying to stand up to a lion. It would only be so long before this lion would reach down and tear the meat from their necks and feast. There is only so much patience one can have - especially for animals. I knew of only one iksar that had earned my respect - Skirassi my hired hand.. I mentioned him early and I have not seen him for many many months. I know not if he lives but in those deep eyes I had seem an incredible pride in himself and his beliefs. All the others I had met were animals - bullies, mindless and singleminded. Like rabid dogs waiting to be put down.I let the shadows slide, let them fall away. No I had to make sure the 'black' did not take me - that I controlled the 'black'. That was the name now for the remnants of my ancestor within me, his pure power that he had hoped would bring me finally to the path he had hoped for after I had broken his soul. But I had controlled it and I would try to always. I just had to make sure the same remained for my songstress.The ocean.. immense, I look across it to the many incoming boats and wonder if one of them will soon hold my sister, her heart and soul ready to embark on her story. No - she would come to Qeynos first and search for me there. I would find her and tell her how I had upset Antonia and she would laugh. I suppose it would amuse her when I told her that my last kiss, my mocking kiss blown across the room to Antonia before one of her lackeys knocked me out all those months back had 'not' helped matters.Let me take a moment now to look back through this journal - as I read the first few entries, I am amazed by my first writing... my coldness, my lack of emotion. That was all my ancestors doing... slowly turning me into a mindless husk, all for his goals and dreams. Then I see those few pages where I found myself, with my Tunare - my mothers help and then later in truth even Nika's help.. she must have loved me once, perhaps she still does. Not that it matters.Still I found my ancestor and almost removed him and after that I was peaceful, back to how I had been.. the old Silthian, carefree as I had been as a child.Then the ladies, the heartache, the attempt to remain true - and my 'only' weakness. My heart. It became broken and I finally let the black in, the songstress at my side and I took the final step. The one where either my ancestors power would take me or I would take him. Right now I win but I know not for how long. I saw the change in my songstress too - her eyes changing colours like mine, her wicked smiles and her clawing passionate hands pulling me into other worlds. And now this is what I am.. what I will ever be.We have to control the black. We have to make sure we use our arts to hold those innocent around us safe in our hands, not crush them like battered sand slowly shifting through our fingers. But in truth.. the innocent are few.What if we lose to it? I see the shattered world then and we will stand in the ruins, the soulstealer and the dirge - one ripping the essence of man, another gifted in the music of the soul and thus curling them around her slender fingers. There would be nothing else. Just us. I would take her then over the ruined husk of the Norrath, my lips pressing on hers, my arms moving over her body. Not a care in the world. Just us.If that has happened, I wonder how it is 'you' are reading this journal. How 'you' survived. <font color="#cc0000">And how much longer you will</font>.*as Silthian says this, you see an image of cracked earth, of countless bodies and shattered walls of a nearby city. Two bodies are locked in an embrace, lips clasped passionately, oblivious of all around them. Suddenly they stop and turns their heads, both turn their eyes on 'you'. You see a suffocating darkness within them, their lips curling into truly twisted smiles. They walk towards you slowly hand in hand and the image ends leaving a terrible.. terrible <font color="#cc0000">primordial terror</font> curling up your spine*<div></div><p><img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/theblack.jpg"><span class="time_text"></span></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-14-2006</span><span class="time_text">06:10 PM</span></p>
<div></div>*there is a parchment placed in the journal - the writing elegant, likely written by a lady. The parchment has been lovingly placed in the journal - not one scratch upon it, pristine and held delicately in place. It is as if the writing within and the person that had written it must have meant the world to the writer of the journal and he had kept it safe within these pages*----<font color="#cc99ff"><i>An angel stands on rooves of shale;Hair whips and spins within the gale;'Round skin so fair and yet so pale.My heart's true calling sail.A hint of passion in evening rays;Determination set ablaze;And gods and men to equally praise;The grandeur he displays.His eyes betray their emerald glance;And through one motion they entrance;And in the air the spirits dance;Throughout the night's expanse.Who is this man? Who is my muse?The gravity I can't refuse;And with his own, my heart infuse.The Soul Mover's call persues.</i></font><font color="#ffcc00"></font>------There is a note beneath the parchment on the journal page which it is attached. You recognise Silthian's writing again and the words are:'Written by my love. My heart. My everything'<div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-18-2006</span><span class="time_text">04:58 PM</span></p>
<div></div>truly excellent, it is a fantastic piece of writing. one of the best i have seen. it moved me emotionally.
ZombieSunrise
01-20-2006, 08:49 PM
<div></div><font color="#cc99ff">((I just realized today that I've never commented on your journal before and I wanted to tell you that I think it's just lovely. I hope theres much more to come. (and yay for seeing Nayeh in it so much. <img src="/smilies/8a80c6485cd926be453217d59a84a888.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> ). *hugs tight*))</font>
<div></div><font color="#ffcc00"><font color="#ffcc33">Note: (Always more to come while I play and I hope to for some time, especially as long as people like to read it and I can bring them enjoyment from my words and experiences! Thank you both for your terribly kind words on it (for the previous comment on the poem just above, I did not write it, someone wrote it for me and I completely agree that it is... incredible). And of course Nayeh *hug*, its a pleasure to write about how your character has slipped into this story! Im sure there is a long road ahead with 'much' to write about! Are you as excited as I am? *grins* <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /></font></font><div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-20-2006</span><span class="time_text">07:58 AM</span></p>
<div></div>*the writing below is often accompanied with sketches of the mirror that was seen previous in an imbedded image - drawn at various angles with arrows and little notes*Many of you will not be aware of this particular tool that mystics use - in truth it is far more common for dark mystics to use this particular design since it is very intrusive and hostile, something Qeynosian mystics are hesitant to utilise. These sketches show a typical 'soulgate' or 'otherworld mirror' - there are many names for it depending on the race and background of the person.Firstly let me explain how one is created - any large reflective surface, even water can be used and it has to be imbued with very specific mystical energies that border this world and the rest. The process is time consuming and difficult but once done, the finished product becomes a gateway - the surface will always ripple on its own accord due to its increased kinetic input. Some of you may have come across some type of otherworld mirror and may even possess one - however only a mystic can pass through between planes.Just a quick reminder on what the otherworld is - its the plane where spirits reside... it falls on 'top' of ours so to speak and sometimes some spirits are visible on the other side... hence ghosts. Mystics both light and dark gain power from it and specialist in 'it'.Now let me explain what this item actually 'does'. Usually mystics and dark mystics travel into the Otherworld by changing form - I for example take the form of a spirit hawk. I need no portal to accomplish this... I simply change form and allow my energies to transcend to it where I then travel and follow the new mechanics in place. The difference between mystics and 'defilers' are very significant - when mystics traverse, they do not alter the energies around them but flow with them as a stick in a rapid flowing stream. They wish not to disrupt the flow and they wish not to upset or insult the spirits there - they wish to gain their respect and will only follow certain actions after gaining the approval of those on the other side.My kind however - we wait for no such thing - my wings ripple through the otherworld and the spirits know that my arrival means hostility and obedience for them. I force spirits to my will but in truth I do not seek out those that seem pure to me... contrary to popular belief, this particular defiler only sends those to oblivion those that I have 'judged' to deserve it. While this is likely to cause much argument but lesser beast like creatures whose souls are inferior to me become part of my arsenal - iksar, ratonga, ogre, troll and so on unless a particular individual to me looks unique in some way and deserves the solace. I am judge, jury and executioner - and simply if one does not like this, they can argue at their trial when I am in front of them. And I 'welcome' their attempts to escape their end.Now with that in mind - what is the soulgate? This is the only way a mystic can enter the 'Otherworld' in their mortal form.. flesh and blood. Almost in all cases a mystic will traverse by changing to that the energy that occupy the otherworld to make the travel seamless. You may be wondering why i would want to traverse in mortal form and perhaps you may be getting an inkling now.. that may be making your spine freeze.You see - when a mystic enters through a spirit gate, the others on the otherside will bow to their friend, who had begged and done all manner of things to gain their trust. They will not travel far because in truth there is no way they will have gained the trust of all those beyond and performing all the actions needed for their far travel and their physical form not to be the target of harm a few feet in would take a tremendous amount of time.A defiler on the other hand once passing their 50th circle of art.. or actually in truth 55th is much more safe, will travel through and immediately find themselves attacked. The same souls seeking vengeance now and realising their power over their flesh will surround me fron all sounds so all I have is my prismatic sceptre and my cobalt armour around me to fend them off. It is hellish and it is very dangerous. But the more time I spend there in mortal power, the more I adapt, the greater strength fills me. From 55th onwards... I will now begin to enter through this soulgate bending them to my will not with soulwings but with flesh and with metal.You see.. when I pass through my 70th circle and onwards, I will not have travelled a few feet in.. I will have travelled many miles in. The souls will bow to their master, the one from the flesh world who dared to enter and fight them. I will keep walking until I have controlled many miles and I will continue on at every opportunity till I am the true master of what I wish. I must continue my travels in the physical word to increase my knowledge as well as my skills so clearly time is 'not' on my side.I know only of a handful of mystics that have attempted this. Clearly my readings only show of Koada'dal mystics that have - I know in truth there are others but they are not written in our work. This is wrong.. not to accomplish the accomplishments of other kinds.. actually there is written of 'one' Fier'dal that did. There is no mention of defilers.. of course, and in truth some defiler have died on the other side at the hand of mystics who used the spirits on their side to fell the dark mystic who wished to take the main thrones by force.There are two Koada'dal above all who are known to have gained control of vast amounts of otherworld energies by travelling through the soulgate and walked through as kings and have sat there in physical form on thrones offered by the spirits - free exchange of energies and humility. And there is one Fier'dal who is known to have come close - known for in truth being a truly free spirit in his outlook, he was less serious and much more focussed on his love of nature and that fact that Tunare's touch passed from that of what most can see into this otherworld and those gone. Her strength allowed him to take a spirit tree throne deep inside... where he still supposedly rules.If I find him, I will not seek to hurt or overthrow him but I will bow my head to him - and hope he will not seek to end me then and there. I will bow my head because I know how my kind has forgotten our Mother's teachings of nature and their importance but perhaps this fabled hero will listen to my words. I will seek him.. I will not mention his name here but one title he has gained is the 'Shaman of the White Everglade' for he sits in such a place... a beautiful everglade below of silvery grass and a shimmering moon on the Otherside that makes all those gaze upon it weep.Yes I seek out a Fier'dal mystic on the otherside rather than a Koada'dal one because our cousins are wilder yet more akin to listen to one who has Tunare's heart beating within.. my kind is much more happy to string my head up for all to see. So if one of the Koada'dal mystics that stand on the other side wish my end when I gain passage them, i will happily attempt to end their reign. Ths Shaman however, I will kneel first and hope he does not behead me.. I am sure the move will surprise him and I will take tha moment to speak. I will speak of Tunare, of how she came to me that time, of what I wish and how I am not a monster.. a defiler. I want him to see that those spirits I consume deserve it and that I am a knight as he, only seeking vengeance on those that have inflicted darkness.. that much like paladins with their own code to kill whoever they feel is evil, I myself have done the same with whatever spirits I deem it with my code. He will listen.There are no known dark mystics on the other side.. mainly due to the prescence of these white mystics and the fact it takes great power to take a throne. Perhaps I will find others who will walk with me and will share the same mentality. Or I will do it alone. Or perhaps the Shaman of the White Everglade will allow me passage when he listens to my words. But we are talking many many years until I will even gain his attention.. until then I will gain strength. Lucky for me I am blessed with long life - and this is why onl y those races with long lifespans can attempt what I am doing.I told the songstress of my wish to gain strength on the otherside and I told her not to come for me if I fell within.. I knew she would come regardless but I made her promise she would not come without the help of a mystic. What irony if the songstress one day came to rescue me with the help of a white mystic from Qeynos. Life is not black and white.. these sorts of things happen all the time. I remember now that dream from long ago... the one from Nektulos.. that woman who I attempt to save, those white spires... i wonder now whether there is a part of the dream I did not see that took place in the Otherworld too. I feel in my heart that something will happen that bards will tell stories of.The Otherworld Mirror. I will train. I will walk in further and further and I will find the Shaman of the White Everglade and kneel before him. He will see my Mother within me, her endless green eyes within far within as is the same with all my kind but he will see my connection to Her as I have attempted to seek Her out and he will stop his final blow. And then I will ask him to listen before he kills me - to my words, only to listen.*as Silthian says this, you see an image in another magical world.. an everglade of white grass, of an enchanting moon and a throne made of silver birch. This image may be a premonition of future events but at the time of writing, this event would not occur for many many years until Silthian is far more adept and a true master of his work.You see Silthian kneeling in front of a tall Fier'dal with markings all over his bare chest and arms. The Fier'dal has his arm raised with a strange twisted sword over Silthian's neck but his eyes indicate he seeks not to cut down - he is listening. And the Koada'dal looking down at the white grass is speaking softly... his words are not audible.. yet as he speaks, the Fier'dal slowly lowers his sword, sheaths it and then takes the Koada'dal's shoulders to raise him up to his feet. As Silthian looks up, the Shaman's expression changes to sadness and you hear him mouth a word - even though it is in elven, you realise it is clearly the word 'No'.The Fier'dal then folds his arms across his chest and Silthian replies although with his back turned, his lips are not visible. The Fier'dal king then responds and you understand every word.'I would strike you down for every act, every mistake by your hands for your outlook, your false view is no excuse. But I see that Tunare not only flows within you like each of our kind but you have found Her like few before. I will save your life for Our mother and I will show you the right way. But if you fall from grace once more, you will not stand again'.As the Shaman turns from Silthian to walk back to this throne, you see the Koada'dal glance back and for a moment you see his lips curl in a dark arrogant grin aimed at the Fier'dal's back before allowing the supposedly modest humble expression to return....-----<img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/battle-dark.jpg"><div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">01-30-2006</span><span class="time_text">08:24 PM</span></p>
*another letter is attached to the journal - you recognise the writing as that of his sister from her previous letter. Once more the parchment is lovingly placed without a single crease*My dear brother,I cried when I recieved your letter - it has been so long and while I knew you were out there, just to read those words... I felt I was with you again. I did not know you were had such good relations with the Far Trading Company! To think you managed to convince one of their route navigators to extend their passage to pass out small isles - you surely must have done much work to help them to call in such a large favour. I know it may be a short while yet but I will take the first boat over to be sure - will it go to Qeynos or Freeport? You know brother I know you are in Freeport but if it really is as I have heard it is, I will despise living there! The stench of ratonga and troll.. and I am sure that is one of the more pleasant things! But then Qeynos is so far and I don't want to be away from you anymore. But I have heard griffon travel has become more extensive too.I also have to tell you - while I told you before that I wished to follow the path of music, I have come across one of our kind on our isle who had learned an interestinga rt from some old books that washed ashore. He calls himself an 'Illusionist' and my goodness, you should see the things he can do! They leave me dazzed and sometimes it feels like hes creating another world around me. As much as i would love to tell stories and songs, I would die to tell them using actual images that dance for me! I will look into this.. but I hear you can only be one in Qeynos... that Freeport has something called Coercers and that does sound awfully .. well forcefully to me.As does 'defiler' - from what you said brother, are you telling me you are one of them? I know you referred to yourself a dark mystic but please don't tell me you are doing anything that is hurting the innocent and weak. Silthian, remember where you came from and who you are. I will be there to remind you soon but I know you will always make us all proud in whatever you do so I am not worried. Still I know your sweet tongue and even if you are doing forbidden things, you will make it seem perfectly reasonable. Always the same! But as I said, we will be together soon and if you do anything I don't like, little sister or not, you will hear about it!I will write you soon, you write me!Your baby sister,Alhanna<div></div>
<div></div><div></div>*the next journal entry is hastily written - it looks like some time has elapsed from the previous entry although no mention of date or reference point is made*----I know that the next time I enter the soulgate, it may be some time before I leave. I have advanced a significant way in and I am encountering my first trial. As I saw before, time does not flow the same within and time may elapse faster outside than within. I am sealing the entrance to my home with some runes so that my songstress can not enter if she feels I am in danger and I know that other soulgates if created won't allow entry at the same point. I hope she forgives me but he would not let me go if she knew the situation but I am confident of my abilities and I know I must do this... for myself, for her and for for our destiny. May Tunare watch over me and for what She knows is in my heart. I am the Soulmover and there is nothing I can't overcome. I hope when I leave the gate my room will be as it is, my journal where I left it. I will be back....-----<font color="#ffcc33"></font><font color="#ffcc33">(OOC: I will be leaving EQ2 sadly for the unforseeable future but I wish to thank everyone that has touched my life both IC and OOC - Silthian's hournal now spans over 30 pages of size 10 text no less in Word so it is a testament that RPing is certainly not dead in MMOs if one wishes and I could not have wished for anything more. Perhaps I will will return one day to take control of thie character that means the world to me - and if I don't, his future is in your hands. Perhaps he never left, and Freeport was razed in a future war with Qeynos, the room was never entered for some time because of the runes in place and later when a mystic finally entered it, read the journal and entered the Soulgate to start another story. The journal went through many hands before falling into yours. Then perhaps whatever did happen is well known and needs not be documented then. Or perhaps if I return it will be here in this thread again. I wish you all the best in your journey - this is truly a wonderful game and most importantly in your hands.. no limit to our imaginations! A final ripple in the Soulgate as Silthian enters and Nightshine looks on with head tilted, his wings stretching lazily. As I have written on my story site at www.vizp.com)</font><p align="center"><font color="#ffcc99" face="Verdana,Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="-1"><i>It is with our imaginations that we will soar - on golden wings into the endless skies</i></font></p><font color="#ffccff"></font><font color="#ffccff">-Viz</font><div></div><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class="date_text">03-01-2006</span><span class="time_text">08:34 AM</span></p>
Eriol
03-02-2006, 02:11 AM
Cya then man. I've enjoyed your journal. It has been quite interesting.
cr0wangel
03-02-2006, 11:27 AM
I don't know if you will come back to read this but... I didn't know you left, I heard you was gone for 2-3 weeks. Hope to see you again one day, if you come back in-game. <span>:smileysad:</span><div></div>
ZombieSunrise
03-02-2006, 06:39 PM
<div></div><p><font color="#cc99ff">V, </font></p><p><font color="#cc99ff">I was lucky enough to come upon Silthian and get the chance to be a part of your grand tale. I'll never forget the stories we were able to weave together and the memories we've shared. You'll be missed.</font></p><p> </p><p> </p>
<div></div><div></div><p><font color="#ffcc33">(OOC: Sigh Tash - roleplaying moments with you and these experiences.. well truly they make me wish to play more but I know I really need to take time out for a little while at least - so many things to do now.. I was only gone for 3 weeks Alak and I planned to come back but I have to start work soon and sort many other things out. We all know how addictive EQ can be and my time zone doesnt help, itll mean Ill end up staying late to group/roleplay with you guys and before you know it, Im up at 5 am having to take up in 2 hours <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> So now I have 2 days left in my account!</font></p><p><font color="#ffcc33">Honestly though I always loved EQ - the first time I played and left and once more now... I hope to return sometime in the future and Sil will be where I left him hopefully with his tale left to tell. This reminds me of a time in a campaign i used to play in.. in neverwinter nights where a little kender (halfling type race in Dragonlance D&D but this was set in a custom world) was about to enter a drow kingdom where his family was held captive. The drow guide in the party told him to say goodbye to the stars and his response was 'no.. but I will say to them 'see you later'!'.</font></p><p><font color="#ffcc33">So its only a see you later... perhaps its like the end of James Bond credits.. Silthian will return... <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> Thank you guys for the great moments and Tash, you arnt ever going to escape me easily anyway *grins at her*)</font></p><p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>09-08-2006</span> <span class=time_text>01:48 PM</span>
<div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>*you notice that after a few blank pages the writing starts up again. There is something about this entry.. something just seems 'different'... nothing you can put your finger on but there is a visible change in the personality being conveyed*I can't believe i am writing in this journal again... I have lived what seems many lifetimes away and I am returning to a life left behind... ages past. This journal this room....I feel emotional even being back here in the flesh... I'm rubbing my fingers together now feeling my touch, breathing in the air. Im back.. oh it feels.... I can not describe it.There is no way I can impart to you all i experienced in the Otherwold but I have lived and seen more than a thousand journals could. I will try to impart bits and pieces as we go on but until then dear reader you are going to have to wait. I also think the Silthian you may have known may not exist as you remember him from this journal... as I flick back I scarcely recognise him either... although some parts still do.I remember some faces.... some people. I remember... my songstress but I know she is far gone now but I do noy know where. I can sense our lives no longer will cross again and I feel sorrow for it since I can still remember one of her tunes in the back of my mind. I rememer others.. I remember the lady Nayeh, the Tier'dal and I sense her around and am sure to find her in my travels. But the lady that calls me far above is my dear little sister...I fell out of the mirror and saw her sleeping in my bed. How she had entered through especially after all the protection and runes I had placed is beyond me truly. But she woke and caught me before I could hit the floor and it was just the smell of her hair and her warm breath... the first memory of this world. The smell of sweet jasmine flowers that she always had around her... and I was home. I lost consiousness but she soon brought me back.My dear sweet sister, she found me and I begged her for my forgiveness. She slept in this.. dark place for weeks waiting for week, believing in me while time passed far faster in the Otherworld. She must have hated all the things I have in my room but the bed had those silver candles to protect those that slept within and she told me she always felt safe within, especially with Moonshine who took an immediate liking to her. Freeport was something she truly disliked but she had managed to find a way to convince the authorities to let her stay... in fact it was dropping my name. I guess stating that you are Silthian's little sister is a quuick way of getting people to to 'gulp.. er really?' And they would be right.I wasn't alone.. when i fell out of the mirror, I had a companion. A spirit hound, he protected my unconcious body but quickly realised Alhanna cared for me and took her under his protective wing. She took a lot longer to get used to him - unlike the mystic version, the animal soul that was drawn to me in the otherworld was not... the most kind of creatures. He is called 'Shades' after all the different shades of morality I saw there and is now tied closely to me.So much has changed.... people now travel freely to the world above, a world of dragons and of flying bird creatures and there is even discovery of a far off forgotten land, both of which I have visitied and will write back soon. But this entry is simply to say that I am back. i still practice the dark arts but on this I have only one thing to say. They are simply 'dark' when one takes ones concept of morality into the situation but things are far far more complex than it seems and that is putting it lightly. I hope I can convey that to people in Faydwer but from what I saw in the Otherworld.. my home still stands but something horrible has happened to Felwithe. I will need to see with my mortal eyes and mak a determination and if it is true...Well then the future of my people could not be in safer hands. I am the soulmover and I owe it to my kind and I owe it to my mother Tunare who I know waits for me there as she waits for all of her kind, both Koada'dal and Fier'dal. We are coming....<p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>07-19-2006</span> <span class=time_text>03:00 PM</span>
cr0wangel
07-05-2006, 10:30 AM
Hey! Welcome back <span>:smileyhappy:</span> Keep posting. -grin-<div></div>
<div></div>I was wrong. I thought I had killed my demons - exorcised them during my journey in the Otherworld... all those experiences, events each one promising me peace and solace away from the darkness and the spirits within....But after I collapsed out of the gate and saw my sister awaiting, something started occuring - it was only later that I realised what was happening. And this realisation came 'after' my last journal entry.----*you see the page shimmer in front of you and suddenly you see a vision - Silthian stands in the darkness of his front room next to a table covered with books. You can barely see his face, the shadows obscuring them but the woman in front of him is visible in the light. She looks much like him - a beautiful image with very distinctive blue eyes and radiating an indescribable aura of vitality, youth and for lack of a better word, grace and charisma. Her hair is a mix of autumn reds and golden yellows but there is no smile on her face... just a terrible sharpness in those sparkling irises. She begins to speak:*'I thought I had met my big brother again after all these months but Ive seen him fade in front of me.... why won't you stop it?! Do something... can't you see...' - her voice becomes strangled and she is cut off by the response.'Baby sister, I... I thought I left all of this behind me but after I came back its started to consume me again. My sprit self was free from it but it seems the mortal side of me is forever cursed to be drawn to this...''I don't understand you at all... why can't you just stop? Come to Qeynos with me - they'll take you back. Everyone knows of you now... your achievements, those dragons you have slain, all those spirits you have freed and the places you have visited and made your mark upon. If you come back to Qeynos, it will be a great blow against Freeport and the Overlord. You will be a hero... you always were but your art swallowed you. Let it go....'A pause follows. And then he replies:'I can't... it feels so... good.. all that time in the Otherworld and I had forgotten all these mortal pleasures and I was determined to let it all go when I came back. But as soon as I did I felt it again, the power... the energies coarsing within, the possibilities.... Alhanna its.... so... seductive....''Look at you... whats happening to you?' She grabs him suddenly and forces him into the other room. Then all of a sudden she kicks the back of his legs sending hims tumbling forward so he is kneeling on the ground beneath his work table. Staring at that green light given to him all that time ago... in Freeport by that mysterious green eyed woman.She continues 'Recognise that? You say that that woman was some sort of image of our Tunare, our mother telling you to find the way. If you're right she came to you... she never comes to anyone yet she chose you. Her beloved son, she never gave up and yet you turned your back on her attempts to save you'.'No I...''Look at the light. Its dimming... its fading and it will die. When it dies, you will no longer be able to find her again. You will be a child shunned by your own mother. How does that feel?''She would never let me go.. Im her child...''We are all her children Silthian.. brother.. but you are playing with souls, you are letting your fingers seep beneath the workings and the balance and you are breaking the order - the peace of those that do not deserve it. I already can sense that she comes but around you I see a strange silence when it comes to Her. I don't think she will respond if you pray to her...you won't feel her around you again...''Alhanna, if I can't find her, Ill be lost. How can she do this to me?' Silthian seems taken aback, and he turns back to look up at his sister who looks almost like a green angel in the glow of the light.'She will 'always' be there for you. Always. But her arms will call you when you let this art go, when you let this city go and when you realise you were wrong. That you did tremendous wrong and you wish for your mother to forgive you. And then she will and she will take you back'.'I am not wrong'.'There it is there.. this stubborness will be the end of you Silthian. And it will kill me to see you wither away. Is this what you want? To make me suffer?' Tears fill her eyes and she kneels down her fingers grabbing his tunic to visibly shake him. 'Stop this... madness.. look at how you live'.Seeing her sister's tears, Silthian barely manages to hide his own and he grabs her pulling her close to him so his arms envelope her. Holding her close, he envelopers her pressing his cheek against her. You see him staring onwards past her into the darkness... and you see familiar tendrils enveloping the room stretching from the floor upwards. His eyes roll upwards almost in a daze and then blinking he seems to regain his composure before pushing his sister backwards so he is staring at her.'Ill make you a promise'<div></div>She doesnt respond.'You will never cry for me, you will never lose me and you will never be ashamed of me. One day you'll understand me and everything I have ever done. Until then I want you to go to Qeynos and study the arts you've wanted, of those musical spells and work for Antonia. If people ostracise you for having me as a brother, tell them you've let me go. I dont want you to be in my shadow.. I know you will set the world on fire with your light and your music. But dear sister, our mother Tunare will welcome me back one day into her arms no matter what happens and no matter how dim this green light will fade, it will never go out, Ill ensure it'.He kisses her on the forehead. 'Now go.. I will see you soon, I promise. Trust me'.She kisses him back on the cheek and then hugs him again tightly. You suddenly see a flash, a memory of a little girl hodling her elder brother tight on an isle far away - jsut before he embarked for a trip to distant lands. She hugs him again in the same way, begging for reassurance, for a promise it will all turn out alright. Then she lets him go and nods softly at him, her eyes almost begging him to ensure his words are true.And then she walks away out of the shadows, out of Silthian's home leaving the tendrils and darkness to consume him.-----<p>Message Edited by VizP on <span class=date_text>07-19-2006</span> <span class=time_text>03:05 PM</span>
This is.. truly strange. As I flick through this journal... I remember certain things with such clarity and others seem to fade away.. smoke curling around my fingers and disappearing with the wind - in the blink of an eye. All my time in the Otherworld... the Grey Fields... this lifetime seemed like one an eternity away. And yet I remembered...Her heartbeat that night whens he saved me from it all. Her soft delicate breaths, her chest beside mine and her guiding life showing me the way.. with it I beat the darkness within.. stopped the one that wished to control my life. But she disappeared from my story and I never could remember why.I read through my journal and I see such pain. I must have felt it - yet it seems like someone elses story since I do not recall it.. the anger, the vengeance... being one step away from falling into the abyss itself and becoming the very monster I wished to fight. I read of this songstress but I can not even remember what she looks like.. I sometimes remember a faint piece of music yet once more it feels as if belongs in someone elses story. I thought I was about to start again. I was reborn. And then.... I felt 'her' again. Or I should say I felt the essence of someone that had meant much to me.. somewhere.... and I used my seer skills to find her, move closer to her.. feel her...A koada'dal... she was beautiful and familiar... yet I never recalled her. And she seemed to know me as soon as I flitted into view, my wraith smoke curling around her attempting to discern the truth. I apologised... but told her that I did not understand why I was drawn to her but there was something about her very essence - her soul that called to me.She agreed to meet me under the spires in Antonica - the transporation to the Overrealm, its magical energies crackling all around us as I sat on the grass before her still trying to comprehend the woman standing before me. Her name was Neviana.She was Nika's sister.<font color="#ccff99">Nika</font>. Her heartbeat... her fingers, her lips.. I found myself submerged in countless memories and my breath was taken away. I had forgotten her but at the same time I remembered she had left me long ago and I coudlnt recall why. I asked this woman... her name was Neviana.. what she knew.She told me - that her sister had always loved me and was sorry she had ever faded away from me... that she would always love me but her body had become consumed during the dark times. The dark times that my journal sheds light upon but my heart and mind can not (or refuses) to recall. Yet we both knew that the workings of this world are not as simple as that... and Neviana told me that I could be granted with Nika's prescence if I wished it. Neither in this world or the next, she would come back to me for a short time.You can't know how it feels - to remember someone you loved desperately yet to find parts of your mind fading away so that you feel that they only existed in a dream. I thanked Neviana for helping me and waited in my home for the return of... the one that held my heart once....*there is a sizable gap here before the writing continues again*She came to me and as I looked upon her, I felt the world spinning - I had to regain control. I had to remember... the journal told me that she had once betrayed me. It told me of a side of me that was enraged by all that had happened, a part of me that would never have forgiven her. And yet... as I looked upon her, I couldnt find these memories or these emotions.A new start. A new beginning. Or perhaps... time flowing back to where it should have been before the darkness came. Where it always should have been,I took her in my arms, felt her touch... looked into her beautiful eyes. She told me she loved me, she always had. She seemed terribly hurt... that she had inflicted such pain on me. And I couldnt imagine being angry with her.. this soul that had guided me it seemed when I had been lost in the Otherworld,.. whose love had been a light that I had never recognised.I forgave her. You must think me a fool. But I am not... I will never be able to explain it to you. But it was just that one look and I knew I could never turn my back on her. I knew that if she did hurt me again the darkness would take me and never let me go... and I knew that if that happened then it was meant to be. We were meant to be. Time stopped. Norrath stopped in its tracks. The gods stopped in midstride.And that moment was ours and no one could take it away from us.Kindred souls... terrible mistakes... pain and anger... it all seemed to flow around and then melt... melt away until all that remainde was the love in her eyes.Her soft breath.. her heartbeat next to mine that night as she lay beside me. And I was taken away on shimmering wings to a dreamworld where we would always be together. No matter what happens in the future... what path my life will take, I will remember this one moment. This one moment where I felt our souls become one. As it always should have been.*as you read the words, you see Silthian riding upon a magnificent horse, its eyes aflame. From the Koada'dals chest flows a symbol which you realise is a mark of the Awakened - dragon touched... and he is surrounded in shamanistic armour. You can feel the sense of advancement.. his knowledge, his power and all he had experienced ever since leaving that isle so long ago. And yet... the look in his eyes. Untouched, ever since the first vision from this journal. Still staving off the darkness, still trying to be all that he had always wished to be. Without losing his heart.<font color="#ff9966"></font><font color="#ff9966">And soul.</font><img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/Silthian1.jpg"><div></div>
Kyriel
09-10-2006, 11:26 PM
<DIV>Wow this is amazing, i love it all :smileyvery-happy:</DIV>
Time flows onwards - he waits for none and I can feel these currents sweeping me away.. far far away. I have mastered my arts for now... although I can advance in various subtleties, these come naturally as I continue to practice during my travels. But at the moment only two things weight on my mind.The first is the fact that I will be stepping back on Faydwer soon - the old lands have been rediscovered but there are rumours that things have changed much in Felwithe. So much in fact that they do not welcome outsiders anymore - even Koada'dal because we have been 'corrupted' by living with the lesser races. And at the same time I feel Tunare may have turned her back on our kind.. perhaps for the trangressions of these same Koada'dal.I sit here holding the little lamp - the one from times back... when I felt as if our Mother was trying to guide me. I can't even see the flame anymore... if it burns, its light is almost completely lost. Has she left me in darkness?I have no intention of letting these Koada'dal prevent me from entering my home - I have every right to it if not 'more' - I bring knowledge from all my years of study in my mystical arts and if they don't listen, I will *show* them. And these powers may be the last they see.Without Tunare I feel lost - I see visions of the other deities arriving closer yet I am unsure which to bow my head to in a sweet exchange. My support and allegiance in this troubled world and in return their blessing and favour. I feel the heat of Solusek's flame in the wind, I feel Cazik's fearsome wrath within the very spells that spill forth from my fingers. I even feel Brell's energy crackling beneath my feet as I walk across the land. Time will tell which...Then there is the other matter... even more important. Reader - I think you must tire of this topic, especially as it seems to have drifted through much of my story but what can one do. Neviana - the lady I spoke of before in the journal.. Nika's sister...Everytime I look upon her, I seem to fall... such familiarity that it was as if Nika's soul resonates within her sister. Yet so different - a sweet sparkle in her eyes, so fresh and serene and a smile that haunts everytime I close my eyes.You must think me a fool but I am not - I have to admit though that such is my weakness and perhaps it shall be my downfall. Yet I found her again in the Feerott where her swift strikes and her angelic movements sent true 'fear' through the inhabitants of that cursed jungle, my healing spells and curses encircling and allowing her to step further and further. Such fluidity, she started and I'd finish.. poetry...The night comes - I can see her milky light flowing into my room and my heart beats faster still. I have come far, I have fallen many times but I have always stood up again with renewed strength and determination. Soon it will be time to embrace my future... and I hope that I can feel a silky smooth hand in mine when I climb the highest peak. Because I had always said I would give her the world...And it 'will' be mine to give.*you feel an image slip into your mind and with it the sensation of suffocating heat. Silthian stands with his spirit wolf shade upon a bridge of flame, his eyes burning with the same intensity as he gazes onwards to a path unknown*<img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/Viz79/Sil-fire.jpg" alt="" />
I would never have dreamed it - it was worse than any nightmare that would have slithered from the depths of my mind, truly. I stepped off the boat to see Faydwer ravaged, creatures butchering Butcherblock, Kaladim shattered, Kelethin no longer the haven of our cousins but of the Fae who now fluttered across the treetops. I cared little for any of these - I made my way to Felwithe and when I saw some of its ivory towers from the distance, I felt as if my journey was finally close to completion. When I arrived at its gates, the guards set upon me like frienzied creatures uttering words such as 'corrupted outsider' and how they would not let me 'despoil' their home. I pushed them away attempting to point out that I was a Koada'dal like them. However they surely had lost their mind and were determined to end my life right there on the steps of my home - as if my life was worthless when compared to theirs. I left their battered bodies on the steps, blood drenched marble as I wandered through and all I saw were looks of fear and disgust. These were no longer my kind - something had happened to them, these 'Koada'dal' had become so seperated from the rest of the world that they had forsaken their own kind - the ones that had been left outside during the Shattering would never be able to enter home again. 'New Tunaria' they called it. I lost my mind. I killed countless in the next few hours - I must have been the devil incarnate, my staff crushing the heads of all those within reach, my spells allowing my strength to be far greater than normal, bodies thrown into walls, my protective wards shrugging off all attempts to block my path. They had tried to stop me coming home. My home. I was home. Soon I tired, my armour red, my staff covered with gore I fell to my knees in the central plaza, screams echoing around me. While these 'Koada'dal' had covered inside these walls, others like myself had survived, had fought and had risen to levels they could dream of. I had searched long and hard, pushed my arts far and they were no match. But I had no idea where to go. I had no more steps to take. The last part of my journey was to convince the sages in Felwithe that the 'dark' arts of mysticism were not as dark as they thought and could be sued for great good. Instead I had entered a place of madness called 'New Tunaria' and no one remained to hear my words. There was nowhere else to go, I may as well have died right there. .... Something within me erupted there within the plaza and then there were two. I saw myself standing opposite myself, only this Silthian seemed to be covered in dark tendrils, his fingers elongated, nails almost razor sharp, his smile twisted. One quick swing of his staff and I found myself hurtling into a nearby fountain. As I struggled to stand within the water dazed, he began to speak: 'Too long have you been this pitiful creature, weak, desperate to win the approval of others...' He grabbed me by my armour lifting me effortlessly from the fountain and tossing me into the stone paved ground, my bones shattering. 'Too long have you let me remain trapped within. Did you really think I'd let you become something like this Silthian? No more will you care what others think, no mercy, only swift justice for all. There is only one person you can trust - yourself, and you are always right. I am always right.' I looked up to see him staring down at me. Endless green eyes, they were cold, so cold although as the sun rays hit them I saw one last glimmer - of hope, of love, of the Silthian young and lost within those everglades. And then it was gone as a cloud blocked the sunlight - the last I saw was his staff thundering down upon me crushing my skull. On those beautiful marble steps... I had made it home.... ------ I walked out of New Tunaria, eyes screaming deathly determination, dread spells dripping off my slender fingers and a soft darkness enveloping me. I slept in Kelethin that night - some fae objected to my presence. But after I tore the wings off a few and threw them off the city, others realised I simply wanted to rest my head and they let me be. And that same night I finally understood it all. I found myself it the Karanas from ages past - in a secret gathering place surrounded by others all dressed in brown robes. Faces covered, dark rituals and forbidden words echoed as the long feared magics crackled through the night air. I pulled my hood down and found myself standing on a higher podium as the others chanted below me. I raised my staff to the air and the others echoed with a louder chant - they would follow my commands to the letter. They would die for me, I was their High Priest and I had an ultimate goal to reach... I could see another figure standing behind them all, much bigger, inhuman in size, only visible to me. The same long brown robe, he pulled back to reveal his face. A young man, he was perfectly sculpted - no one could argue his beauty but as he looked at me, his lips twisted slightly and his own figure starting to twitch maddeningly. He pulled open his robes, the fabric tearing to show the rest of his frame. Rotting, festering - a complete contrast to his face... The Plague Bringer - Bertoxxulous, the power of disease and contamination, endless, he empowered me and in turn I did his bidding. He had promised me immortality so that my spirit would be reborn again and again each time with uncharted power if I always followed through with his goals. I had taken this pact and now I was one of the commanders of his legions. Here in this secret grove - called 'Dark Solace' in the corners of the Karanas we gathered... all for him. --- I woke and knew the truth.. finally. Reborn once more, this time as a Koada'dal, a mockery perhaps to our mother Tunare whose love of nature and growth was stifled by his corrupted plane, it was no coincidence that I finally ended up become a 'defiler' - decaying the true essence of life, the spirits themselves and of course gifted in the arts of disease and poison. And I could sense his return to the world and so now it was time for realisation to come. I would ensure the world would decay and He would enjoy the annihilation of all that lived. Perhaps this was the reason why I found myself as a Koada'dal - my form carefully crafted much like the Plaguebringers own face, it betrayed what was within. A spirit in service to the Plaguebringer.... but if born as a Koada'dal, was I then a child of Tunare.. my mother, would she keep her back turned then? Or would she decide to intervene and break this? I... *the sentence ends suddenly leaving nothing more on that particular parchment*
Eriol
07-03-2007, 03:52 PM
Nice as always man.
I explored Faydwer, each section ravaged in its own way - and then as I walked around Lesser Faydark where shadow creatures and all sorts of bizarre otherworldly beings had traversed into this plane, I stumbled across a secluded grove. So beautiful.. so serene.. our mother Tunare's presence could be found at every step. I wished to stay in that grove, never leave it again - just the soft sweetness of the grass beneath my head, the endless drowning skies and the many fragrances drifting across. I would I could have stayed... I met a Koada'dal there, a lady who served our mother, and who told a story of a gift, one that Tunare had given to her children but has since been corrupted and broken into many shards, a mystical orb of sorts and soon I was pulled into the quest for the corruption in the Faydark. The lady looked at me as if I was a hero, someone she could trust to follow through with this. No Koada'dal could be a traitor to Tunare, she could trust me surely. She was right. I couldn't betray her - if I ever did, it would be the final act I would do after turning my back on my own mother not many paths remain. I would find the many shards and bring it back to safety. Perhaps I was simply the black sheep of her children but she could only keep her back turned to me for so long. I could feel her within in every breath, every step - even if the Plaguebringer held my soul in a dark deal, such things were hardly easy to resolve. I needed to extend my powers though - Neriak had been rediscovered and within its libraries held mystical texts that I needed to study, age old seers having placed this wisdom onto fragile papers just waiting for others to stumble upon those words and release the infermal magic once more. I returned back to D'lere and left Freeport for Neriak and the sight of the Koada'dal Mystic entering their city must truly have confunded. But none stopped me - they sensed my powers, knew that I only wished to follow my own path and mind my own business. So I purchased a home in its depths and spent many months studying and scrutinising the dark elven side of my art. Tier'dal - these ones having long been lost beneath, they were still as murderous and twisted as one would imagine them so. But unlike my own kind these ones hadn't forgotten the rest of the world. The experience was not the most enjoyable but I was glad when it was over - returning back to Freeport and moving into a home o- 1 Compassion Road in fact (what a name), I sat in my stringhold that overlooked the ocean. And just contemplated my own existence. Constantly torn. Whether its between deities, between ladies, between situations of 'morality'. I walked around North Freeport taking in the diverse races and cultures - not exactly a new sight for me but somehow I felt as if my eyes had opened a little, as if I was seeing things anew. I saw a carpenter for example, a little ratonga sitting on the edge of her little home sandpapering a salesman crate. She seemed so far away, each movement smooth and serene, perhaps the activities taking her pains away just for the sensation of warm loving wood crafted by her fingertips to last perhaps forever. I think I will get myself some books on crafting - an evil soul stealing shaman they may think I am, but surely I couldn't have been that bad if I happened to make chairs as well. Goes to show things really are not that simple. I wonder how my sister is doing in Qeynos... I should visit her, tell her that her brother was still holding onto his soul, even if he had recently discovered it wasn't completely his own. It is a maddening world. What ever will happen next? Well back to Faydwer for sure on the next boat - there is far too much happening there at the moment to let ones mind get lost in these thoughts, thoughts that seem to fall like razor edged shards of glass, once a wonderous reflection and now little more than endless fragments of a person unknown.
Amethest
07-17-2007, 08:04 PM
bravo bravo I enjoyed your journal very much..thank you for sharing it <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" />
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