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dano

01-08-2007, 07:46 PM

<DIV>Hi, This is my first story. Please feel free to post any comments good or bad as I would like to be half as good as all of the writers out there. In the meantime, enjoy this unsual tale..</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Chapter 1</DIV> <DIV> Atreades couldn’t remember much about his father. But whenever he asked as a boy, he was always told never to ask again… for his very life could be forfit. His mother wasn’t his real mother, she was a foster mother. She had told the Ogre boy that she was bound by a promise of honour, she would never tell him why or what it was though. All he knew was that his father died fighting… no other information passed his mothers lips. Atredes was different to all the other children where he grew up. The Big Bend was a cruel and merciless place. Filth lined the walls. The only safe place that he could be was right at the center, there he would be watched by the guards and left alone. He was taught that being a citizen of Freeport was the best thing in the world and he should be thankful of all things he had. For Freeport was the true center of norrath and the only place he should ever be. This he doubted. He tried to stay out of trouble but trouble always found him. When Atreades was in his teens, the bigger and much older Ogre’s Trolls, Iksar used to torment him. They would lie in wait, lurking in the shadows for him whenever they could. If Atreades walked down around the outside of the Big Bend, he was always sure to meet some demise, he was tripped and rocks thrown at him. You see, Atreades was no ordinary Ogre, he believed that he didn’t need violence. His foster mother, was a sage. She would teach him how to read and write at night after he had done his errands. She had tried to get him interested in magic but throughout his development years, although he had tried, he could never get it right. Atreades was now just 19 and starting to get close to becoming of age. He had grown into a very big Ogre. No-one dared oppose him now just by the sheer sight of him. Those that knew him however knew that he wouldn’t hurt a living thing. The harsh slums of Freeport had taught him one thing… if he was nice to people he was hurt back. This was a city where only the strongest survive… ************************************************** ******************* Atreades now stood by the docks of the Big Bend. He had been fishing in the morning dew so that he may have dinner prepared for his mother when she got back from the Academy. As he pulled in the net, a Troll walked by and pushed him in the water. It was late frostfell and the water was cold. Due to the sheer size of him, he went down fast. He was not expecting a swim this early in the day. As he realised he had been pushed, he started to swim upwards, each stroke fueling an unusual feeling, a feeling he had never felt before. As he swam upwards each stroke getting more and more powerful, he found that the one thought on his mind was to find out who had pushed him and make them pay! His head shot out of the water as he bobbed on the surface, swinging his head this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of his attacker, there right in front of him, he saw him laughing. He was not alone though, there was another Troll and a human of all things! There, laughing at him, laughing because they knew he wouldn’t do anything to them. By this Atreades knew finally what the feeling meant, he knew what he had to do! With the rage inside and the adrenaline fueling this further, he felt more and more powerful than he had ever done before. He pulled himself out of the water with full brute force, his onlookers were stunned into silence at the speed that he got on top of the dock. “Who did dat?” Atreades said as the others continued laughing. “Who did da…..” his sentence was cut sort by a large wooden club meeting his temple, attached to the club was the large arm of the lead Troll. Atreades fell to the ground, breathless, he no longer knew where he was, his anger fading, the light fading. As he looked up at the murkey polluted sky, he wondered, “Why? To Be continued...... </DIV>Message Edited by danous on 01-10-2007 12:11 PM

valkry

01-08-2007, 08:42 PM

<DIV>OOOOOOoooo Ogre Pacifism, I'd love to see if he can manage to stay that way.</DIV>

anotherrogue

01-09-2007, 01:20 AM

Good start! I am interested in this Ogre, wanna know more... -Tevie

dano

01-09-2007, 02:27 PM

Short entry... would you prefer long or short entries? It was late in the day when he woke. At first, a feeling of being out of himself, as if he wasn’t really him or the world had changed, washed over him. He could see out of a shattered window that he had been unconscious for a long time as it was now dark. When he had been fishing it was first light. He slowly tried to move. Taking a look around in where he was situated he could not tell where. It looked like he was in a cellar. There were fine wine bottles that littered the shelves and sacks of grain dotted about the place. As he looked round his eyes became accustomed to the gloom that was about him. Dusk was setting and his first thought was that he was hungry. He tried to move, tried to sit up and right himself. Every little movement hurt. He looked at his arm, the pain that he was in told him that it was probably broken. His first thought was that the troll and his friends had obviously carried on after he was knocked unconscious. He tried to move his legs, a large chain was attached to both his left and right feet. Areades felt the power to move all to much to bear, he had to move. He tried to sit up, pain in his arm nearly sent him screaming as he placed it on the floor. He was about half way up when he suddenly heard a SNAP. Falling to the floor he wondered what the sound was. As his head hit the cold stone floor, he looked down at his arm, the bone was now poking through his flesh, he had made the break worse much worse. The pain he was in was making him delirious. His vision was fading into blackness, so much pain, so much pain… at the corner of his vision as the world became black, he saw a shadowy figure walk towards him…. ************************************************** ****************** The guardian looked down at the bloody mess on the stone floor of his cellar, this evil beast, so badly beaten, this fiend to creation, this creature, with all his mass, all his war like race, this fiend had nearly brought his people to their knees centuries ago. Curiosity got the better of the guardian. He knew that even after his some 60 seasons of experience, this monstrosity could still easily kill him. That’s why he had him chained. He has rescued the ogre from the Commonlands where it looked like his body had been dumped. The local wildlife had been getting closer to the body, ready to strip it of its flesh. However, the guardian had strength that most men do not even know is possible, he carried the ogre the four days and four nights trip back to his home. There it sat now, lurking in his cellar. The guardian was puzzled why he had saved such a wretch, such an abomination, yet as he looked down at the ogre mass of flesh and blood, he saw a look in its eyes as it passed out before him, they were strange, not ones of cruelty, not ones of manevolence but ones of care, ones of fear. Then it struck him why he had been so drawn to the eyes of the ogre… they were blue. Message Edited by danous on 01-09-200709:28 AMMessage Edited by danous on 01-09-2007 09:28 AM

Ferunnia

01-09-2007, 06:18 PM

I'm sure most would prefer a little something to read more often than big chapters to read once in a while. Plus, long chapters, as Ekuth once told me, are a pain to drag out. Look at my story if you don't believe me. They keep getting shorter, and shorter, and shorter....<div></div>

dano

01-09-2007, 09:31 PM

/ooc Hi and thank you for the input. In that case I am about 1 week ahead with it then. I will post a little each day if I can. :smileyhappy: enjoy :smileywink:

dano

01-09-2007, 09:35 PM

<DIV></DIV> Atreades awoke with a pain that he had never thought was possible. The pain in his arm, the pain in his head, his face. Throughout his body he was covered in bruises and cuts. He was now in a sitting position, someone or something had placed him up against the wall, the chains still shackled to his legs were nearly at their length. He tried to open his eyes fully but his world was still black. He could feel warm liquid trickling out down his chest, he did not know where it was coming from though. His whole body ached, numb. He felt himself pass out again, this time he wished it was for good so that it might end this nightmare. The next sensations struck him as rather odd. First he felt a wave of nausea… then one of sadness… Frustration… anger… loneliness. Finally he felt nothing but calm, as though he had been in a slumber the whole time yet his eyes were open. Was he dreaming? He tried to look around but there was blackness. The dream like state, this illousion that he was in, was completely black. Devoid of anything, there was no sky, no floor nothing, yet he felt totally calm. Then, as if searched for, out of the blackness, he could see a mist slowly forming, forming all around him. He was looking at the mist intently as it swirled about him, becoming thicker with each passing moment. Was that a voice he heard? he decided to listen. The voice became stronger and stronger with each passing moment as the mist thickened into fog. The voice was calling his name… “Atreades”… he could not place where or who it was. Still the voice echoed in the fog that surrounded him. He felt himself floating in the void. The voice was getting louder, it seemed to be speaking to him, it sounded like the voice of a old wise human female, the voice sounded ancient. Still he could not see, fog within the blackness still around him. “Areades, why have you come here?” asked the voice. Areades didn’t respond. For as the voice spoke, he was struck with fear and awe. “Atreades, why have you come here? You are not yet done in your life. Serve those who are good to you, forgive those who do you ill. You are not yet done serving me…” spoke the voice. The Ogre tried to speak, but even as he tried the voice spoke again. “I am thee who know’s you best. I am thee whom brought you to this world, I am thee who guide’s your destiny”. Finally Areades found his voice and spoke “wat iz my destinee?”. “Follow those who will do you no harm, I will guide you” spoke the voice for the last time. The fog was disappearing. Minute’s seemed like hours as he watched the fog go as quickly as it came. It spoke to him no further. Areades fell into a deep slumber as though his eyes had been shut for him…

valkry

01-09-2007, 11:33 PM

I try to follow the story for chapter length. Sometimes you just need a short post to advance the story, sometimes it takes a bit more. I usually try to end the chapter just after the pivotal event, be it an action scene or a decision that alters the characters lives. They aren't true cliff-hangers, but hopefully leave people wondering 'what now?' I also use the chapter ending to play up foreshadowing that might get missed mid-chapter, but is more likely to stay in the reader thoughts because it was the last thing they read. I post two mid-length chapters on the same day partially for the above reasons & also because I can get the first post out to the readers, then the second post is sorta like dessert, the something extra that you hoped for, but didn't expect. (That & the 9:30-12:00 "worktime" give me the chance to finish my editting.) Keep going please, I'm already trying to untie the plots in my mind....is the guardian his father? (Feel free to insert favorite Darth Vader "Luke, I am your father" joke here)

dano

01-10-2007, 05:56 PM

<DIV> Atreades awoke to the taste of his own blood in his mouth. He tried to open his eyes but found them useless as some sort of cloth covered his head and eyes, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed. He could hear sounds now though. He could hear what seemed like birds chirping outside the stone wall that he had been placed up against. He feels the cool stone floor better now. It was soothing to the pain he was in. the sound of metal hitting stone could be heard coming closer. He guessed that these were metal boots of someone whom is heavily armoured. “drink” Atreades did not question the rough Human voice of the man. He had no reason to believe that what he was being given was poison as the cloth surrounding his head had indicated that he was being healed. As the liquid passed his lips he could taste that this was some sort of soup… cold… he felt the need to wretch as the full flavour of the broth passed his lips but swallowing was the only way to get rid of the acrid taste. “Eeewwaaaahhh” as he tried to spit out was he was being force fed, a heavily armoured hand stuck him across the face. “DRINK… it will make you better”. This time the Ogre obeyed as a loyal servant. Drinking the acrid tasting broth down, he remembered his dream, he remembered the voice. After he had finished the foul concoction, the sound of metal striking stone walked away. Atreades wanted to thank the mystery human but did not know the words… the sound was gone, whoever was there, had gone… Atreades awoke the next morning with the sound of people talking, as he came round out of the sleep, he could make out the voices more clearly… one was a Human, the other he could not place… it sounded like that of an Erudite. “Do you honestly believe you can make him well?” asked the mysterious voice of the Erudite. “I believe he has strength in him, however I do not trust a beast that would no sooner thank me by tearing off my arm and making mew watch while it eats it” the Human voice responded. “I have seen you do some crazy things but you have to be out of your mind bringing that THING in here, healing it… Do you expect it to just shake your hand and leave on its merry way?” asked the Erudite. “Avendoor, I cannot obey the teachings of the Celestial watch and leave him to die. I help others where I can. However even I doubt myself why I am doing this.” At that moment, Atreades found his voice, “I don vanna ert nobodiee”. There was silence… neither the human or the Erudite that was apparently named Avendoor spoke. Atreades heard them get up and walk out of whatever exit the cellar contained. Then… not a sound… not a sound. He was left to his own thoughts, the thoughts that disturbed him the most… his inner rage at those whom had hurt him, those, who he would reap his vengeance, his only hope was that he did not strike down those whom would mean no harm to him…. Atreades awoke the next day at first light. The first thing he noticed was that he could now open his eyes. His vision was a little hazy and the room seemed like he was looking through misty glass. He could see more though in the morning light that shone through the window just to the left of him. His legs were still chained. As he looked around the small and cluttered cellar, he could pick out the details more clearly now. This was obviously a storage room of some sort. The stacks of grain, the dried meat of some poor wretched animal lay hanging in the corner. The walls or the room were made of stone work the Ogre had never seen before, so fine, so precise. Then, he spotted the armoured man. He was surprised to see such a heavily armoured figure in such a place. He had expected to see the man like a farmer, as the man sat on one of the sacks of grain, he started to notice his face. He had a black beard but neatly trimmed. The carved face showed lines of laughter and of sorrow. Atreades had never heard a Human laugh before, he was intrigued to find out what it would sound like. The hair of the man was also black, starting to grey in places. The man showed age but the eyes, it was the eyes of the man that made the Ogre look away, to avert his gaze. The eyes were looking straight at him. Atreades had learned not to look people in the eyes for it was certain to bring pain shortly after. The Human looked at the Ogre mass intently, he was wondering what the Ogre was thinking, wondering if he should actually speak to it. “What is your name?” asked the armoured man, Atreades was unsure of how to respond. He looked at the human again. He could not see a hint or malice or concealment in his eyes. It was more like curiosity. “Why you wanna no my name?” Atreades asked. The human looked at him. The look changed to a frown. “I ask your name so that I might learn whom I am caring for” the human responded. “My name is Atreades” “why you helping me?” Atreades was worried that the Human had some hidden agenda. There was a look of complete distrust in his eyes. The only person whom had ever cared for Atreades was his foster mother. He secretly wondered where she might be now. “ I help you because that is our way. To do good as Qeynosians.” The Human looked blankly at the Ogre, it was as if his statement was common knowledge and he was surprised to meet someone whom didn’t know. “ You from QEYNOS.” The Ogre started to shake he had heard stories, stories that were told to him when he was little. How the people of Qeynos were evil, how they told lies all the time. Where knowledge of things that was freely accepted in Freeport was forbidden. “ A Qeynosian will cut your throat” they would say. Atreades grew fearful. He no longer looed at the Human but now at the chains around his feet. “ May I ask where you are from?” The Human looked at the Ogre curiously. Atreades stayed silent. “ I found this on you as I was tending to your wounds” The human held up a silver coin. “It is a coin of Freeport if I am not mistaken. Are you from Freeport?” Atreades was now visibly shaking, all pain that he had been through only to be captured now seemed a cruel and ill fate. The Human stood up to reveal his full height. The Heavy blue plated armour glowing slightly to reveal its magical properties. The fine detail of what could only be the highest craftsmanship showed the plate after plate that overlapped on the chest plate. It was then that Atreades saw what he most feared…</DIV>

Ferunnia

01-10-2007, 06:16 PM

Good stuff. The story is moving along well.<div></div>

dano

01-12-2007, 02:18 PM

<DIV></DIV> /ooc I havent had much time to write at the moment, so this is a short one.. enjoy :smileywink: He watched in horror as the Human drew his sword from the scabbard. Atreades had never noticed it before. The pommel glowing a faint blue as the magically imbued blade slowly slid from its sheath. As the full length of the sword was revealed, the mastery in its craftsmanship came to bear. The highly decorated was covered in Elven writing. From the look of the blade it had seen many battles yet the edge remained as true as the day it was forged. Atreades watched in awe and absolute terror as the Human brought the blade to bear. He watched as the human looked at the blade with pride and slowly turned and placed the blade on a sack of grain. Too far for the Ogre to reach but within a hair’s width of where the Human stood. Atreades thought “So it’s true, the Qeynosians slaughter you with the word ‘friend’.” The Guardian turned to look at Atreades. He was alarmed to see that the Ogre was shaking, his eyes close to tears with fear. “Fear not Atreades, I mean you no harm. I want to show you that I trust you enough to unleash you. You look like you are fit enough to move” Atreades looked at the Human with a furrowed brow and confused eyes as the human started to un-do the massive bolds on his ankles that held the chains in place. “Can I know your name?” Atreades asked. The guardian looked up at Atreades with seriousness, and then changed to a look of embarrassment. “Forgive me Atreades, I am named Gayresh. I am a Guardian. I have chosen to place my protection on you.” The guardian answered. With the chains now undone and his feet free, Atreades tried to stand on his feet. Once again using his arm to right him he felt a stabbing pain where the bone had pierced the skin a few days earlier. The guardian held out a hand to assist Atreades in his struggle to his feet. Atreades was amazed that the human of such short stature had the strength to help the ogre with the weight that he was. Atreades now stood a good 3 feet taller than the human that was tall as far as humans go, Gayresh turned his back to pick up his finely crafted sword. Atreades didn’t move. “Come with me” he motioned as he walked to the far end of the room to where Atreades could now see there was a door. As the guardian opened the door, Atreades was amazed yet again as he saw fine carpets lining the floor. The sconces on the walls illuminating a small hallway to which there were steps, the walls of the hall we not that of stone but that of cedar. Atreades had never seen such lavish living before. Atreades asked his companion “Is this your home?” “No this is an inn within Windstalker village” Gayresh answered. As the duo walked down the hall and up the steps…

Ferunnia

01-12-2007, 07:30 PM

Congrats on the treasure chest. Keep the chapters coming...someone needs to put out work while I'm on hiatus. <img src="/smilies/283a16da79f3aa23fe1025c96295f04f.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /><div></div>

Darth Hoob

01-13-2007, 10:04 PM

Hey Hey Dan! Tis Aliwoo here (Kalako used to post on this station name till today we realised that darth hoob links to my toons not his).Anyway love your story so far matey <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> keep up the great work! Nice to see some people i know have talent :smileyvery-happy:(P.S Kalako has also read your story so far and loves it, and it has inspired him to put the one he had in his head down on virtual paper :smileyhappy:. He started posting it on this name but the rest will be on his own name now, which is Rustydalek :smileyvery-happy:)<div></div>

dano

01-15-2007, 10:00 PM

/ooc Whoot YAY i made the chest :smileyvery-happy: They arrived at the top of the stairs and looked into the main common room of the inn. The stairs was situated near the far end of the bare that lay against the back wall. The main common room was littered with tables. Each table had a white candle in the centre. The ceiling was lit by many chandeliers with at least 12 candles on each. The carpets throughout were beautifully decorated with lush red and gold fibre’s throughout the room. Music was being played by an aged bard on a flute. The tune was one of relaxation and good feelings as the music soothed the ears of Atreades. The Ogre’s eyes were wide with wonder and awe as he looked upon such a rich sight. The guardian motioned for the ogre to sit so that he may finally eat something proper. As the guardian turned to walk to the bar. Gayresh ordered 2 ales and a mackerel casserole for the pair as they both sat down to feast. “Tell me about yourself, how did you come to be lying face down in the Commonlands?” asked Gayresh. The ogre was famished, he made short work of the portion given to him and was finishing the last drops of his ale as the guardian spoke. Atreades relayed the story how best he knew it, about his life and how his misadventure on the docks had come about. All the things up to the knowledge that he knew. “That’s quite a story, can I ask you a serious question?” Gayresh wasn’t joking from the look of seriousness on his face from his last question. “Do you serve Freeport?” Atreades was alarmed by his question and a look of fear spread across his face once more as the guardian laid a hand on the hilt of the sword at his side. Atreades was simply to scared to answer. The fear was apparent in his eyes. “Do you wish to return home?” The look of seriousness never leaving the guardians face as he looked at the Ogre in the eyes. “Muver.” Atreades answered. Gayresh’s face looked down at the table for a moment. “Is Freeport your mother?” The Ogre finally finding his voice replied “My muver lives in Freeport. I must get back and see that she is well.” Gayresh withdrew the hand that lay on the hilt of his sword and looked back at the Ogre. “Well you can’t go looking like that” Gayresh replied looking at the Ogre’s pitiful and dank sack cloth shirt. Torn at the edges and worn through the years. The poor excuse for a piece of clothing somehow managing to keep the massive frame of the Ogre covered and at the same time no ripping apart at the seams as the Ogre’s muscle’s bulged and stretched the material. “What is it you wish to do with your life?” asked the guardian. Atreades thought for a moment….

R2D2s_Lovechild

01-15-2007, 10:54 PM

Good stuff. I'm really intrigued by the Ogre. He misses his "muver". But does he miss Freeport? :smileywink:

valkry

01-15-2007, 11:08 PM

<DIV>Danous, Cheers!</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>When will people realize that not everyone from FP would stab their mother in the back for a copper? A few of us natives are just trying to get by in the place we call home.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Congrats on Treasure Chest!</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>/turn off jeli...dang</DIV> <DIV>/turn o....dang</DIV> <DIV>/turn off jelios...dang it!</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Ok, I'll try to be happy for you, even if I am insanely jeloius.</DIV>

Darth Hoob

01-15-2007, 11:42 PM

Ohhhhhhhh, what does he wish from life? must know now!! lol <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /><div></div>

dano

01-18-2007, 04:42 PM

/ooc Taking a tip from the other writers here, I have placed this in a bigger font. Let me know your feedback plz :smileywink: Chapter 2 “What you mean?” asked Atreades. “Well, I am a Guardian, my role is to protect and serve my companions and ensure their safety. I place myself in the danger that they might face to keep them safe. What is it you wish to do? What path will you follow?” Gayresh responded. “I dunno” responded Atreades. Gayresh looked at the Ogre as the green head hung from Atreades’ shoulders looking at the table, examining the fine woodwork that made up the table top. Atreades was deep within his inner thoughts when the Human spoke again. “Come with me, I think you could do with a walk.” With that said Atreades looked up at the guardian only to see his companion rise to his feet and start walking to the far end of the bar where there stood an ornate door that Atreades had never noticed before. Atreades quickly got to his feet and walked hurriedly towards the guardian making his way out of the door. As the duo passed the archway the human turned to Atreades and smiled. The ogre was shocked to see the man smile. A smile usually meant that someone was going to get hurt or someone had been hurt when Atreades saw this usually. This smile was different however, it was a smile of companionship, something that Atreades had never seen before. He was sure that the Human would be able to teach him much if he accompanied him back to Freeport to retrieve his mother. The two of them stepped through the door and Atreades let out a gasp as the scene was set before him. The large wheel of the inn slowly lapping at the crystal clear water, he could see fishes in the lake of all sorts of colours and sizes. The water was the clearest he had ever seen as he looked further up to see a mountain rock of grey stone at the far side of the lake. It was then he noticed that the Human had taken him further, without him realising he was now off the wooden platform that made up the gangway of the inn and showed passer’s by the way to the door. He was now walking on the hard stone that made up the village floor. The finely crafted stone work of all shades of grey was wrought into the road that led around the town. He stiffened when he looked across the street to see the look on the faces of the town folk. The distain and hate writhed in their faces as they glared at his presence. Gayresh turned to the Ogre that was at his side as he visibly saw the Ogre stiffen and stop in is steps “Hail Atreades. Do not fear those people, they will see in you soon what I see in you. You will come to no harm while I am at your side, I promise you that.” Once Gayresh had said those words Atreades felt a little at ease as the two of them headed East and out of the village. After some hours of walking the pair of them stopped by a large tree. Tired from their journey Gayresh sat down at the base of the large Oak and started to take off his gloves and top armour, undoing the buckles that held it in place. Atreades seeing this felt an over-whelming urge to ask the human a question once more, “Is being a guardian the same as the guards in Freeport?” As the human took off his armour revealing the massive muscular arms that lay beneath the plating, the veins in his shoulders pulsing with the strength that flowed. Hearing the Ogre speak, the guardian looked a little puzzled. What poor wretched existence has he been living? “No it isn’t, the guards that you know are bound by duty to the protection of the city. I am bound to the protection of my companions” responded Gayresh. I cant reveal all that I know yet, he might’ve been placed there as a spy to get at me after all the damage I caused to that evil place. Atreades looked at his surroundings as he pondered the guardians answer. Looking at the lizards that stalked far off, he began to relax, his eyes feeling heavy after his first outing in many days. They were sitting by the tree for some hours before the ogre was brought to attention by a scream of paincoming from his compainion. Looking round he saw a black snake being thrown off by the human as blood poured from the guardian's upper left arm. Atreades looked closer as the guardian began to furiously try to hold the top of his arm… at the same instant Atreades was looking in horror to see that the flesh around the wound was now turning black, the snake being deadly to the human…Message Edited by danous on 01-18-2007 11:50 AM

dano

01-26-2007, 03:41 PM

/ooc What? No word at all from anyone??:smileysad:

niko_teen

01-26-2007, 04:44 PM

Sorry I've been to busy writting and being a dad to catchup with any of the other stories on here /shameful pout. Just give me a couple days to get a chance.<div></div>

dano

01-26-2007, 05:22 PM

/ooc no worres m8 :smileywink: Atreades started to panic as the Guardian’s arm started to go black with the poision of death and decay, no knowing what to do the Ogre was driven by impulse. The sheer desperation that he needed save his Human saviour came over him. In a manner that he could not place, Atreades placed his hand on the would that was starting to ooze a green puss mixed with black blood, it was then that Atreades spoke in a language that he could not have possibly have known. “Imilani gya firthi thanatos” As Atreades spoke the ancient language of Kethlin a bright glow eminated from his had that covered the wound on the Guardians arm. As if by instinct he pulled his had away realising that he did not know what he was doing. Gayresh meanwhile was no longer screaming in pain, looked down at his arm o find the wound and all the black flesh was gone. He looked up at the face of the shocked Ogre and drew is sword. Quickly getting to his feet, he kicked the Ogre onto his back and placed an armoured foot on the chest of the Ogre as he pressed the tip of the sword against the neck of his saviour. “HOW IS IT YOU KNOW THE ELVEN LANGUAGE ?” He boomed down at the Ogre. The Ogre looked up at him terrified, not just by the Human bearing his blade upon him but by the frightening even that he did not know what he had just done. He looked into the eyes of the Human whose eyes were filled with sadness and uncertainty. “I dunno, I did what I felt I had to do, I dunno even know wat I said” Atreades answered back trying to hide as much fear as he could from his voice. The Guardian looked at him for a moment, as if trying to test the truth of his words by looking into the Ogre’s eyes to make certain that he wasn’t lying. With a grunt, Gayresh pulled the sword from the shaking Ogre and sheathed his sword. “Get up” me motioned to Atreades as he turned to walk back to his armour that was nesting by the tree. As Atreades got up he asked “Wat did I do?” Gayresh looked back at him and glared “ You spoke the language of the ancient Elves of Kethlin” Atreades’ shock was visable on his face. “Wat did I say” Gayresh sat down by his armour and rested once more on the tree. He looked at the Ogre and pondered weather to tell him or not on the words that he once spoke… “You said: “Begone scourge of death.” Gayresh spoke in grave tones. “Anyone can say these words but only one who follows the path of Tunare and healing can actually bestow their power.” “How is it you of all beasts know such magic?” the Guardian questioned. As the Human spoke, Atreades’s eyes rolled and he passed out unconscious on the grass. Gayresh rushed over to him. Upon close inpection it seemed that the Ogre had used all his strength to heal him but the adrenaline had now subsided and he had no strength left. Gayresh looked at his sleeping companion and dragged the heavey green mass over to the tree. “It will be getting dark soon” Gayresh said to no-one in particular as he started to search for firewood to setup camp for the pair of them….

Darth Hoob

01-30-2007, 02:38 PM

wooties another blinder <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" />...not going to be a templar is he? lol else he would have had to keep banging gayresh on the head to get the reactive to work :smileywink:<div></div>

dano

03-09-2007, 09:06 AM

Sorry I haven't posted for a while... I'll be writing much more now as my time has been re-organised <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" />It wasn't until the next morning that the Ogre awoke. Looking up at the sky he realised that he had never felt so drained in his life. "Good morning" Atreades heard the Guardian say. Moving his head he could not place where the voice had come from. He slowly began to sit up realising that it was indeed morning, the birds were singing their sweet song in the trees about them. The grass around the Ogre was fresh with the morning dew. Looking towards the tree he saw Gayresh at the tree a few feet to his right."Wat happened?" Even in the effort to speak Atreades found himself drained. Every movement hurt and was an effort to perform as Atreades slowly moved his hands and feet, fighting to rid them of the stiffness of sleep."You are very lucky, you performed magic." Responded the Guardian." I see that you are a strong one. You see when someone performs magic it drains them of their strength. Some magic spells will hardly effect you. Some will leave you drained of all your strength leaving you helpless to your foes, some will drain you so much that they will kill you.""When you are strong enough to perform magic through training and strength, you will perform these spells more easily and they won't leave you so drained."Atreades thought for a moment. He couldn't even now think of the words that he had once said to bring on such magic. His mind was blank. He tried to focus, thinking hard but couldn't remember the words."You said I spoke elfish, are elf words magic?" Atreades asked."Some are, when said correctly and with the right concentration, they can be magical indeed" Stated Gayresh."Can I learn the magic?" Atreades asked."I might know someone whom may be willing to teach you. But first, you must look into yourself and choose your path. Choose a way of life. Choose a god to follow and devote yourself to." As the Guardian spoke, he could see the Ogre looking at him blankly."I have someone I would like you to meet Atreades. Come with me to the Tower of the Oracles. Dispite you being a Ogre, I see the good faith in you. Also, I owe you a debt"Atreades tried to respond to the words spoken to him however nothing but air came out in response. He merely struggled to his feet and walked over to the tree.Elsewhere in the slums of Freeport a Female Iksar looks out from the dank dark room onto the street. The ragged piece of cloth being the only cover for the hole in the wall that was supposed to represent a window. It had been 2 weeks since she had last seen her ‘son'. She had been charged with the highest order to raise the Ogre sent to her. The scribes of Freeport had seen the magical aura in the child when he was born. It was said that at the right time with the right guidance he might even become bodyguard to the overlord himself. But raising the child had been a tiresome process after both parents had been slaughtered at the birthing of the child to hide the secret from them. They could never raise the child and guide him to his destiny.Thasea was in trouble however, she had now lost the child. She had received reports that he had been in trouble with the other locals and had been thrown out to the desert in the Commonlands surrounding Freeport. She was looking out the window, looking for her guest that she knew all too soon would be coming. She did not have long to wait as in the distance she saw the cloaked figure in the shadows, the deep red robed figure across the street stood looking directly at her, from under the hood the red menacing glow shone from the eyes of the Tier'dal....

Jakimo

03-09-2007, 07:48 PM

A very interesting story, I look forward to the next installments!

dano

03-23-2007, 06:10 AM

Unfortunatly I will not be continuing this tale any further. Partly due to the fact that I deleted my game char to make way for for better progress through the game and mostly due to the fact that I had actually alot of trouble writing this. The storyline being so complex and involving characters that I will never again play. I sincerely apologise for this as i hate quitting on somthing i havent finished. I will be posting a story again in the forum but it will be complete and totally edited... I think you will like.