Monday, November 10, 2008

"I love you"

I fell in love with a song, AND with my own drawing of Doubt and Arousal, so I am doing a part with those two before Grief Part 2.
Also, I would like to already now warn you, it will be cute and romantic, and possibly hold a scene or two some of your out there might find incredibly silly or sweet, so watch it, you might actually like this story ^^

Here goes.
Oh and by the way, since a friend made me realize that this might not make sense to some...
Doubt and Liria is the same person, she is simply given a new name after passing her trials as one of the Nine, as well as Tekael being the same person as Arousal.
Sorry for the missunderstandings, I hope to one day enlighten you guys in my twisted mind and stuff might make sense :P
For now, just enjoy...

I was made for loving you

Snow white hair wailed in the wind, long and silk, thin hair, that seemed should break when looked upon. Delicate white skin, covered by a white blanket. She was pale as the snow, fitting since she was a child of same. Her icy blue eyes stared out in front of her, watching the sun rise in the mist of morning. Her lips trembled and she was cold, but she enjoyed it out here, it was quiet and silent. Her skinny body shivered as the wind caressed her bare skin. The bones down her spine visible and she could surely break by a light push. Her ears twitched by a sound behind her, a male voice speaking lightly "Liri, love, what are you doing out here?" She didn't face the man behind her, old and wise, she knew he only wanted her the best. "Nothing father, just enjoying a morning" her father sighed at her, and she could hear he didn't leave "Liria, please, get into your bed, you'll get even more sick, he is not coming…" She shook her head lightly, her hair falling into her face, tears caressed her cheeks with small rivers. "I know he will father. I just know it". Her father, wise and loving as he was, walked towards her, but she raised a pale hand "I'll get inside" she slowly spoke and he nodded to her. "Your mother prepared some soup and tea to warm you" she could hear him leave after his last words and returned to gazing upon the sunset, was it true? Was he really not going to show up?
Her pale, dry hand softly removed the tears from her eyes and she turned to her home, looking upon the building. Tekael didn't… did he really betray her like this?
She shook her head once more but a cough fought its way to her lips and she had to get out with it, coughing heavily. The snow by her feet became red as blood fell from the hand she had tried to cover her mouth with. She was ill and dying, how could being out here make it worse? She was dying already and she would only welcome death with open arms. Like all the other children of winter, she would die early, give no birth to children and never become adult. She knew that was her right by birth and she wouldn't blame her parents for it, it was no one's fault but the gods.
Her mother had prepared a meal for her but she ate nothing of it, just sipped from the warm tea and stared out the window, doubting if she'd ever see him again, Tekael… her hands were trembling even though she was inside and the cold of her body never left her, even here, the curse of winter had been upon her for three half-wheels now and she was certain she had only very little time left before the inevitable. Before her parents could bury her.
Her mother followed her to her bed, she had warmed the sheets and made sure it was all nice for her little daughter, her only child. Liria thanked her with a nod and crawled back to the bed that had been her home for a wheel's time now. Tekael had watched over her the whole time and she didn't blame him for leaving her side. After all, he was young and needed a love, and she was dying in her bed.
Sleep came upon her quickly, strange, after all, she did nothing but sleep these days.
She woke as warmth came upon her, an unexpected but welcome warmth. The shape of an other body as a fully dressed man almost collapsed next to her. She felt his arms around her, though he allowed her the sheets for herself, not wanting to steal any of the warmth it provided for her. She smiled lightly, opening her eyes to look upon him. His golden hair was a mess and he had already closed his eyes. She gently caressed his soft cheek, looking upon him as he tiredly opened his eyes. Eyes that used to be burning with such a sparkle of life, eyes that were now dull and sad. She knew what had caused this and she pitied him his love to her. If he had only left, he wouldn't be this sad. Though he smiled at her, she could see all his energy gone, all his joyful mood vanished, he was no longer a Child of the Sun, he was dying more than she.
Gently she kissed his nose, whispering to him "Close your eyes and you'll see how happy you used to be". He wrinkled his nose lightly, looking at her with the expression of only a true lover's. His hand stroke through her hair, watching her weak soul. She had been his only priority since the illness, and she still was.

When she woke again that next sunbreak, he was gone.

Pride frowned at the kid in front of him. The boy was a child, was this really what the oracle wanted him to train? This kid was the new Arousal? He frowned again and snorted at the kid. The boy stood, stubbornly in front of the scary Pride without even the slightest hint of fear in his burning, sun-yellow eyes. Pride turned his back on the kid, resting his hand upon the handle of his sword. "Why do you want this willingly? I know the Oracle picked you, but never before have anyone wanted by heart to become one of the Nine!" The boy looked down "I want the power to save a life" Pride laughed "The power to save lives? Kid we don't save lives… he kill… Get lost!" but the boy stayed, shaking his head "No.. Not lives.. Just one life Master…" Pride turned around, it had been a while since someone had last called him master. "What life in particular?" the young iriel did have his attention now "A girl's life eh?".

Arousal raced to the house. He had only been home in T'lorel for half an hour but the word had spread to him instantly as he had reached the gates of the majestic city. He was allowed entrance of course, the high family of Loi'virel respected him and being a member of the Nine also gave quite some respect around the world.
He pushed away servants on his way inside the mighty mansion and ran as quickly as possible up to her bedroom, but it was the truth… She was indeed gone, buried and dead.
His face changed from worried to desperately crying as Tekael fell to his knees, hiding his face against his thighs. His hands slammed against the floor, frustration, anger, hate. Arousal rose to his feet, pulled his sword from it's holder on his back. Fire blazed behind him as he left her room, making it burn good. He cut his way trough servants and guards, burning everything on his way. No one could stop him as he went on a rampage. Her father, a respected magician rushed towards Arousal to stop him and Tekael smirked as he saw the despair in the eyes of the man now hanging upon his sword. He heard the sound of metal penetrating flesh and bone, and he stared death into the eyes.

Speaking of death, a little girl walked out of a shadow outside the house, holding her teddy close and looking up at Pride, she spoke slowly, as if every word she said needed first to be found in her mind. "So he passed?" Pride smirked at her and nodded "With blazing colors. Every bridge is burned, his love is gone, he is now alone and ready to receive his mark." The girl but nodded, looking at the flames. "I see you are here to enjoy my triumph" Pride spoke again, still looking at the burning house. Death shook her head "I am here on my own business. The Oracle send me, Doubt is dead, I am here to collect the next" Pride looked down at her "Why was I not informed of that?" Death shrugged "I wonder why Pride, I really do!" She smirked and Pride thought of reading her mind, but decided not to, last time he did so, he saw the horror of this girl's twisted universe and he sure didn't feel like going there again.

Arousal was sitting in his own room inside the Oracle home. His eyes fixed upon his sword as he cleaned it. He didn't hear anyone at the door before there was knocked upon it. His focus still fixed on his blade as he mumbled "Who is it?" a soft voice from the other side, he recognized it instantly and a sting of pain deep down in his heart made him look up at the door "I am your new sister and I was told by Anger to go introduce myself to you" Tekael arose from his bed, walking towards the door, opening it slowly. She was standing in the hallway, so elegant and immaculate, he could hardly breathe. Her ice blue eyes looked upon him in a questioning manner, then she bowed her head lightly "I am Doubt". His eyes went from overjoyed to sad, she didn't remember him… But she was alive and that was all that mattered. He nodded lightly and looked behind him, into his little sanctuary "Want to come in and have a seat? Tell me about yourself?" She spoke humbly, first sounding like she didn't agree to, but after seconds of thought she allowed herself to enter.
Closing the door behind him, he looked upon her in question. She didn't remember him after all and he felt pain in his chest once again. She was so beautiful, even now. Her skin as porcelain and her hair as silky and beautiful as he remembered her. Even the scent around her was the same. She fiddled with her dress, nervously, and he didn't know what he was doing before he was searching inside her mind, only to find nothing but darkness and confusing thoughts that made no sense at all. He blinked a few times, she was looking at him.
He glanced out the window for a second, then at her "So who is your trainer?" he asked, sitting down on his bed, he had that one chair she had decided to sit upon, a small table next to the chair, and his bed. His room was small and no decorations were upon the wall. He could have had any room he wanted, yet he choose this because he liked it the most.
"Death… Death is my master" he frowned lightly and shook his head "No one's your master, you're as strong as them, they are just a guide for now." she smiled invisibly by his words. "I am a failure already I am afraid. I… I am sorry for saying that, but I am. I shouldn't be here in the first place" he studied her "Then where?" he asked, raising a golden eyebrow "I… I am looking for someone.. Important to me" he suddenly smiled hopefully. "Who?" "My father" she said and he gulped lightly "Your father?" She nodded "My father…" "Oh…" she fiddled with her dress still and he slowly arose from his bed, standing in front of her. "I hope you'll find him" he spoke, looking out the window. She left the chair to stand next to him, looking at his face "I… I should leave…" her head bowed downwards humbly and he nodded lightly "I'll see you Liria" he spoke before he thought of it, she stopped by the door, not yet opening it "… How did you know my name?" She whispered, her voice hardly hearable, but he heard her. "I… That was your name? Heh… eh"

His hands trailed down her soft, cold skin. Her back had the perfect curve and she looked just like he had remembered her. Every inch of her body had been untouched since then and he leaned his body against hers, his lips gently kissing her skin. She giggled sweetly, a titter from her lips as she turned to face him. Her beautiful face looking up into his golden eyes and Tekael felt like a boy again. "I've missed you" She slowly spoke, her voice so soft and amazingly sweet. "I love you Liri" her tiny, white body moved upwards as she lifted herself up and sitting. He sat up next to her, gently caressing her shoulders with his rough fingers against cotton skin. She leaned against his chest, closing her eyes lightly, her naked body so small compared to his, he was strong and tall compared to his kinsmen and her shape was skinny and tiny, it made him want to protect her from everything. He smelled her hair and kissed her hair lightly, wrapping his arms around her small body, sheltering her from any harm. Teasingly he ran a hand down her small, firm breast, having it bounce happily as he poked it with a finger, hearing her giggle at him warmed his heart and he closed his eyes, whispering "I love you till the end Liria" she moved to sit across on his lap, looking into his golden eyes, asking with a whisper, as if her words were too fragile for her to speak them aloud. "Do you really?" he nodded truthfully and kissed her lips gently "I do, I love you Liria, no matter what happens I'll always love you" she nodded lightly, sliding her hands down his strong chest. "and I you, in the afterlife as well as now". Strong arms pulled her close as he rested his head upon her shoulder. And Tekael cried, not out of pain, but out of joy and love.

Anger smiled lightly to Death and went standing from her official chair "I guess the Oracle work in secret ways huh?" Death grinned "Hardly Anger, they knew already... Arousal works better when he's in love. And Doubt... Well they are the perfect match".

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Grief Part 1

This part one out of three about the creation if Grief. There are a lot of new characters here that i have yet to propper introduce, but no worries, soon you'll know them as well as everyone else. The Nine is an old organization in my world but it is first now, that every member of the group is revealed. I hope you enjoy this part one, though it is not as fast forward and filled with action as my normal work, it is a begining and therefore a lot of it is introduction.


The Summoning.

Grief is a multi-faceted response to loss. Although conventionally focused on the emotional response to loss, it also has physical, cognitive, behavioral, social, and philosophical dimensions. Common to human experience is the death of a loved one, whether it be a friend, family, or other close companion, and in fact the word "grief" comes from the same root as "grave."

Pride had been the perfect choice and he knew it, already before the Oracle had seen the future and the Translators had decided upon what to make of the Oracle's vision, Pride had known that he would be the one chosen for this upcoming assignment. He was the most trustworthy and the most reliable, he was the strongest, the smartest and the best of the nine and the worth of calling all of them for the meeting was to him pointless but he didn't question it out loud, he was loyal, the one most loyal to the oracle.
Entering the hall of decisions, his eyes welcomed the homely place. He had spend years inhere, conversing, and it had been a shelter and home where no where else had. Forty-four paintings were hanging, all of them showing the nine trough five generations. Only one painting was missing, there had already been made a spot for the newest member, Grief, and Pride hoped that he would be able to create a strong Grief, and a Grief he could control better than the last one.
He was the first one there, he always was, and he sat himself into his chair by the oval table, behind his painting, there was plenty of room in the hall, and he remembered his years of training inhere, sleeping and eating with his four companions, yes, they had only been four when he had been training, for not all of the nine die at the same time, and replacements are found as soon as one is needed.
The doors opened, and his purple, iris-less eyes studied the entering figure. She was dressed in a dress for once, Anger only did that when there was called upon her by the highest, but Pride found it a shame, she was beautiful in a dress and he almost envied her that, had he only been born a woman with his strengths as a man, he would have been perfect, women had one thing men didn't… charm. She nodded a greeting to him and sat down with her own painting behind her as it was custom.
He heard footsteps and once again eyed the entrance. Death entered. Her hair had reached her hips by now, and though it had been quite a while since Pride had last seen her, the only thing changed was the length of her hair. She was dragging a doll with her, the doll almost larger than the little child. Her all black eyes stared out in front of her and it was hard to see if she was looking in any particular direction. She crawled up to sit on her chair, pulling her large doll with her, then smiled at Anger and waved childishly, Anger slightly returned the wave, though she didn't seem as cheerful as the child, then again, it was hard to be more cheerful than Death, she was always so… jolly.
Two more people, but this time he didn't have to turn his head in order to know who entered. Sin dragging his feet was a sound easy to recognize, and Obsidian had a certain aura around him when he was in the room, Pride didn't know what it was, but the Winn disgusted him.
They both sat down, Sin next to Death, he instantly started chatting with her about how her day had been so far, but Pride didn't pay much attention to Sin in general and ignored them for now. He didn't understand what Obsidian was doing here, sure he was the only one able to control Sin, yet he was no part of the Nine and shouldn't be allowed inhere. Then again, Pride already knew that he would be picked for this, the Oracle had to pick him, so he hardly saw the difference.
A laughter ran trough the hallways, maniacs crackle coming closer and Pride frowned to himself. If there was one person he could stand less than Sin it would be Obsidian, but his disliking towards the Winn was nothing compared to how much he hated the incoming lunatic. Chaos was today in quite the mood as he jumped into the room, the powers of an acrobatic as he leaped into the air, flipped around, twisted and tumbled before landing on the back of his chair, balancing on one feet. He bowed down and flickered a hand in the air as a polite greeting. With the elegancy only the most slender felines possessed, he jumped off the back, landing in sitting position into his chair, smirking at Sin. Sin laughed lightly, speaking to Chaos "Then you could make it brother! Haven't seen you in while!" Chaos placed both his feet upon the table, leaning back into almost laying position, he nodded lightly "Yea Sin, Life's too short for family reunions" Sin laughed lightly and returned to his conversation with Death.
If it hadn't been for Pride's perfect hearing, he wouldn't have heard Doubt enter. She was walking on feet covered in light, white cloth. Her skinny, tiny body wrapped in a dress of white silk and her hair covered by a cowl. Her porcelain face as always lost from any expression and Pride always had a hard time removing his thoughts from hers, she was unable to read, even to him, and her mind as closed as her face. All of the Nine could read each other's minds. All but Doubt's mind. It was always silent and closed, unable to enter.
Arousal was right behind Doubt as always, those two walked together and only Arousal might have a little insight of Doubt's person, then again, he might know as little as everyone else, Pride didn't credit Arousal of anything useful and he was hardly able to crack the mind of the young serestian, though Arousal himself was an iriel, and those two had at least race in common, Pride didn't believe being blooded with the Sun would help Arousal closer to Doubt. Arousal was dressed in green for today's gathering, and it was surely dressings made by the serestian people, finest cloth there is. Arousal himself had his blonde, golden hair pulled back in a ponytail and his characteristic, carved face indicated and fully noticed that way. His burning, orange eyes seemed tired, and Pride came to wonder what Doubt and Arousal had been up to lately.
The last of the Nine finally made his entrance. War was today as always in his armor, a sword strapped to his belt and a large polearm in his hand. He was the only one allowed weapons inside, because War never left them anywhere and not even the guardians of the Oracle could remove his weapons from him, then again, he did carry the mark of War, he was supposed to be warlike wasn't he? War snorted and took his seat, as soon as all places were taken by their rightful owner, the door closed, and the Nine's markings appeared in front of them upon the table, shining with a magic light.

A guardian appeared out of nowhere, standing by the door. Even though the Nine were created by the Oracle and all of them had pledged loyalty to same, a guardian were always posted, one could never know with both Sin and Chaos around. Those two were terrible together and could come up with any impossible idea as long as it was random and insane enough.
The guardian didn't speak, he couldn't as their tongues are cut out at birth. His eyes sewn shut and his bald head covered in markings of the Oracle. This particular guardian was protecting the Maiden of Truth, the fourth of the five Oracles, and it was her translator whom would today do the briefing. Aneren appeared in front of the closed doors, a small man for an Inix, he carried a scroll underneath his arm, his black wings not visible at the moment, and as well as the guardian and everyone else serving the Oracle as mindless puppets, his hair had been shaved off. He spoke with a voice trembling. Aneren was the youngest of the Translators and he was yet to get used to the presence of the Nine, they were indeed a dangerous as well as a colorful bunch of creations conjured by the Oracle. "The Oracle have seen, the one to gather Grief will be…" Pride could hear his name already called upon "Doubt!" Pride didn't believe it, how? Why Doubt? She was not suited for this kind of assignment? He raised a hand to protest but the Translator ignored him for now "Doubt, you will be accompanied by Anger and Chaos" Pride frowned and lowered his hand so it was not a mistake, Doubt had been chosen. "Sin, you and Obsidian are to travel to New Home and obtain a book there, the Oracle will send a guide with you." Obsidian nodded, standing behind Sin's chair. Sin smirked and leaned back into his chair, mumbling "easy cake". "Chaos, you, War and Pride are ordered to travel together to the country of Arekel, there you are to start a war, that should be easy for you" Pride frowned to himself and shock his head, unbelievable. "And the rest of you are allowed to help where you are needed, though only Doubt herself is allowed to counter Grief openly. Is that understood?" Everyone in the room nodded or replied with a yes and the Translator disappeared. The guardian bowed and opened the doors again before he vanished into thin air.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

A love story

Here we go. Not much to say but.. enjoy


Ghosts and Ruins

Raziel studied her from his quiet spot on the roof. She was out to get water, out in the morning mist. Her orange hair was messy, and her face seemed tired. He kept watching, kept on studying her. He hardly did know her name, and he had never spoken with her, but the past few months he had appeared on this spot, studying her secretly from his hiding spots. She worked at a bakery, and it seemed it was her fathers. Raziel knew her first name, only because of what he had heard, her name was Ash, or what was what people called her anyways, maybe it was a nickname. He knew it was wrong to be spying, but she had caught his interest, so many months ago, but he would not face her, ever. He knew already that he would never get to meet her.
The people of Eteka rushed around the market to get done with their morning duties, and she was like a sun between them, humble yet shining so differently between all these dull people. The Well in the middle of the centre market was her destination, and he jumped from rooftop to rooftop. She was of course unaware of his presence, everyone was, for in their world, he did not even exist.
Raziel sat like a gargoyle upon the roof of the tavern, close to the well so that he could see her perfectly. His dark cloak left his body with the wind, dancing dramatically behind him. Annoyed he pulled it down, though he knew it wouldn't bring forth their attention, they couldn't see him after all.

Snow fell from the sky and decorated the streets of Eteka. It was cold, so cold, but Raziel could hardly feel it, he was a death-speaker, he hardly knew what feelings meant if it hadn't been for Ashlana. That was her name, he had figured out a few days ago when her father had called her name. Ashlana, such a pretty name. He hadn't left his spot for months now and was hardly anything but a pile of snow sitting on a rooftop. He didn't need to eat, didn't need water or even air. He was comfortable in any position, and he had all the time in the world. So he just sat there, studying her every morning and every evening. A few times had he thought if he should go down from the roof and enter the bakery or not, but he was afraid he might ruin this tiny world.
So Raziel waited. Winter became wheel's end, wheel's end became wheelmorning, the sun took power, suddenly the snow was gone and Raziel was still sitting upon his rooftop. Studying this young girl, this goddess of his idolatry, every morning and every evening.

Raziel became obsessed with his fascination, but his fear and shy nature allowed him only to study, for almost a wheel, when the harvest came and the beginning of the second half-wheel of this young age, Raziel decided that his love would simple choke him if he did not talk with her. He jumped from his rooftop, walked trough the crowd, but no one saw him and no one turned their heads even his direction. It was like, he was invisible to them. He walked past the well and into the bakery shop, but none of them even spoke a word to him or gazed upon him. His love, Ashlana was standing by the counter, talking with a man her own age, they were laughing about something stupid. Raziel closed his fists in anger, jealousy boiled over and he stepped forward, placing a hand upon the shoulder of the man.

Darkness came suddenly and Raziel was again alone in the ghostly ruins of what had once been the mighty city Eteka. He was standing in an empty house, angry for no particular reason. There was empty, dusty and destroyed, the building had been some kind of shop but five hundred half-wheels had turned it into nothing but a pile of rumble. Raziel starred out in front of him, frustration, anger, sadness. His eyes filled with tears and for the first time in his life, mortal or immortal, the Death-speaker wept.

I know I promised something

Yea I know I promised something on the blog, and that was to dedicate the next story to Rasmus, but he's helped me too much for me to dedicate this story to him, I'd rather dedicate this story to my most humble fan, myself. Of course I am fan of my own writing, after all, why write if I didn't like the outcome? If I hated the stories? Why then write?
Well I am writing this out of pity for today is misserable, I am misserable, and I might as well write something misserable, just because I know that self pity goes a long way in this world. It is really what makes us spin around and around and around.
So I'll work on this piece of misserable tale. It will be here soon, so be ware. This is my most enjoyed style, and it might not seem like my normal work, but I like my stories sad and misserable, and almost no one wins in my world but the bad guys and the Anti-heroes.

Friday, October 31, 2008


Now, because I have only five active readers who give me comments and all, I am making a story for each of them. Hehe. Sin was for Lee, and here comes one for Tine, one of my best friends ever, I hope you like it. This is to you.
Next one will be to Rasmus and it'll be about a Winn, his favorite Race.
Jannoch Blackstone

"Dearest Mirren" his brown eyes stared at the letters for way too long, and then he curled the paper within his hands and tossed it over his shoulder, landing upon a pile of paper, hundreds of curled up pieces of papers that were all failures in the eyes of the writer. He found a new sheet and picked up his feather pen. Minutes passed, his brown eyes starring at the white paper, his left hand, holding the pen, did not move. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head to glare out the window of the tower he was sitting inside. His hand moved, writing slowly "My love… By the gods I hate you!" he turned his glance towards the letters, then sighed to himself again and tossed that sheet over to its new friends. A hand knocked on his door, and he turned to face it. His room was comfortable, small but nice. "Yes?" he spoke and someone mumbled from the other side "Master Blackstone, you have a visitor" Sir Blackstone arose from his chair, walked from his little desk and towards the door "Send him in" he answered and unlocked the door. He could hear his trusted servant run down the stairs, only to come up again moments later with a man at his side. Blackstone had already turned his back upon the door, and was starring out his large window, studying the woods around his home. A dry sawn voice behind him, whispering because it was unable to speak louder "Master Blackstone. I got your request with me" Blackstone turned, facing the crippled young man in front of him, undead, how he could ever have any pity or respect to such a creature was a mystery to him, yet he had taken this man in when no one else would "Thank you Richard. Please, leave it here" He nodded with a soft smile and the undead fished out a large jewel, placing it on the floor, bowed deeply and backed away "What will you have me do master?" He spoke, and Blackstone felt such a pity towards this sad creature, that he shook his head "I got no more work for you Richard, not at the moment, so you are off duty to roam the home for now" the undead bowed his head, and Blackstone could see by the look of his face, that the undead was not pleased "As you wish" "Though Richard…" The undead turned quickly, a light in his eyes, he wished to serve and help "There is one thing, if you're bored…" The undead clapped his hands together, nodding eagerly "Yes master?" "I need you to go spy on someone for me, can you do that?" "Yes ma-" the undead didn't make it to finish his sentence, before someone interrupted "Jannoch, please, there is no need to send your pet to spy on me, I am but right here!" Blackstone turned his face, the voice brought up enough anger to make his blood boil. "Now, move you pathetic creature" Vian pushed the undead out of sight. Richard ran down the stairs.
Jannoch turned his back at Vian, glaring out the window. "What do you want?" he asked, and Vian but laughed lightly, kicking to the jewel on the floor "Still addicted I see?" Jannoch frowned lightly and nodded "I will stay that was as long as you live. Now, what do you want?" Vian walked closer, but Jannoch had already put up a invisible barrier to protect him, Vian sighed disappointed "I just came to make sure my favorite sobby enemy is still sitting tight while I sleep next to his girlfriend every day!" Jannoch turned around, snarling at Vian "Why Vian? I am sure she would handle the stone to you right this instance if you just asked her, why do you HAVE to stay with her?" "Oh please Jannoch, is it not obvious…? Remember what happened to Lance? A long time ago?" Jannoch frowned and stared out the window "Yes, he murdered his own love… you made him" Vian laughed to himself and shock his head "I didn't make him, I just helped him explore his inner demon, his inner killer. And I want you Jannoch, I want you on my side, I want you to understand why being evil is just.. So much better!" Jannoch frowned. "I wouldn't ever do your simple bidding, now get lost!" Vian nodded, bowed elegantly and turned to walk out "I bid you farewell then Blackstone, Till we meet again" Jannoch turned, about to say something, but Vian was already gone.
Jannoch kneeled down and picked up the jewel, looking at it for a moment, then sighed to himself. His dry lips moved only slightly, and his bony, dry face made him seem hollow and more dead than the undead that served him. He dropped his robes to the floor, letting his naked, bony body bathe in the sunshine. A body covered in magical glyphs, inscriptions and markings. It was a masterpiece to look upon, and no one would be able to make sense of it, chaos magic worked that way after all and not even Jannoch understood the glyphs completely.
He crushed the jewel between his hands, the magic rushing into his body, filling up every line of the markings with a strange, string of magic, a glow surrounded him and he leaned his head backwards, breathing in satisfied. His shape transformed with the magic, muscles grew out, youth appeared upon his face, life in his brown eyes. He smiled to himself and walked to his closet. He found his dark robes, black robes with an edge of red. The robes of a death-speaker. He dressed his body in those colors, then left his tower, going up, up and up the tower, until he reached the roof, it was flat and made him able to stand on it. Called out into the air, yelled in foreign languages, and a storm appeared out of nowhere to help him on his way. The letter to Mirren could wait, he had things to do, people to see, formulas to cast. He whirled his hand around and around in front of him, making a large tornado appear, crushing trough the nearby villages, on its way to his home. And the winds broke as a mighty creation came forth, as resurrected by the winds. A dragon, one of the last of its kind. It flew close to his tower, awaiting. The winds lifted this man, carried him to the back of this mount. He patted the silvery creature and spoke a destination to it, and it took off, leaving his home behind, his destination… Nao M'var.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Now because one person I know really liked Sin, I am doing a little something on him.
Here you are, how Sin and Obsidian met.
To Lee, because he really is a nice guy. And It's not like I have that many fans now is it? Hehe
Oh and Karkel... you'll meet him and Twee on, no worries.

He could count seventeen of them, tied down on hands and feet forced behind their back. His green eyes returned to his group of warriors. He had brought eight of his best, but considering that this fiend had brought down seventeen of his people and tied them up like this; without they had been able to give him even a single scratch, told him that it was silly to even consider attacking. He had to watch for now, and hope for a miracle. Karkel, named Cutter by his human kinsmen turned his head to face Twee, the youngling was not strong enough for this, but it was a good opportunity to show his child the evils of this world. He nodded and waved his son closer. The young man crawled on all fours, sneaking close to his father, peeking up over the bushes to see for himself. Twee seemed thoughtful for a moment, then nodded to his father after he had studied the scene “We can do this” He whispered, but Cutter shock his head. “No he is too strong”. A man behind them, named Lerishúl or Raccoon on the native tongue frowned and moved forward, whispering “Cutter, we have a chance, if just..” but Karkel raised a hand lightly and shock his head “I will not put your lives carelessly, into the hands of this madman!” he snarled trough whispers.
“You’re slipping my dear friends!” His voice roared through the woods and the sound brought chills down the spine of Karkel, his gaze turned to the man walking through his prey. He was wearing all black, and it was like his shadow roamed on its own, too large for it to be normal, an abnormal shape of pure darkness, it didn’t look the slightest bit like this man’s shape. His cruel voice called out again “You are slipping down a Path, and I am here to help you!” what was this? Cutter understood nothing of this, why would this man, this fiend capture his people just to talk to them? What were his reasons? “You are weak, you are young, and you are going to die!” most of the victims screamed but they had all been gagged and were hardly able to make a sound. The man laughed and extended his arms to each side and upwards into the air, twirling around himself as the sun caressed his pale face, a face too perfect, firm and soft to fit such a monster. His eyes shined with a certain, red color and from what Karkel could see, he had no scars on him, he was indeed, perfect. “I know you might be scared, I know, Oh I know what it feels like… You see, that scary face, knowing it is to die, I have seen it many times.” The man leaned down to one of the people, a young woman, and Karkel’s best archer. She was crying and she tried to fight as the man pulled her up by her chin only, but the pain was too much and she had to stand. They stood like that, face to face, silence from everyone for several seconds, then the man reached towards her face with his free, gloved hand and pulled the gag out of her mouth “now, have something to say child? Oh please, speak it now for you are running out of time, can you hear the birds? They go tweek tweek, they know you are to die, and you will feed them, your mind filled with lies. You have cheated on your husband? I can tell!” She spit him in the face, screaming “WHO ARE YOU TO DO THIS?!” he laughed, dried off his face and tossed her down on the dirt, turning his back on her, laughing a hallow, cold laugh. “Who am I? Now… who can tell me this? Who I am to do this? Do I have to be something special to kill? Did the gods not create us so that we could kill? Is that not what we do? Be it human, Seresta or me? Do we not kill?” He spit at her, and then leaped into the air, jumping down on her back as she tried to crawl away. The sound of bone against bone, her body jerked backwards as her bones broke, her whole back breaking underneath his surprising strength. She spit out blood, unable to scream as her lungs were already destroyed. Her body shaking terrible as all her nerves died, as her body decided to give up. A whispering, terrible sound as her last strength went into trying to scream. Karkel turned his head, not wanting to look.“NO! No No No!” the man pulled into his own hair, walking around in circles “Look what you made me do? Now there’s only sixteen left, and I soo wanted seventeen. I really, really wanted Seventeen..!” He turned around himself, mumbling in frustration, and then he screamed angrily, looking through the crowd of people he had captured “Who made me do it? Huh? Come on, admit it… I do not mind!”
“I did” a sound appeared from nowhere, and Karkel looked up, curious of who would dare interfere. A man stood, the long, silver hair hanging loosely on his back. He was dressed in green robes with bonds of silk hanging from shoulders, bonds decorated with glyphs and runes, the tongue of gods. Karkel studied this new figure with interest for just seconds, then waved his men closer, whispering “If they start fighting, we charge in and help our people. No one fights unless that’s the last solution, just cut them loose and run, got it?” His men nodded.
“WHY? Who are you? You can’t just!” the killer yelled loudly into the face of the newcomer, making the man just dry his cheek with his sleeve “I am here to get you Sin” Sin shook his head “NO! I’m fine here! I got all I need” the man sighed lightly “It is not an option Sin, I am here to get you whatever you wish it or not..!” Sin laughed cruel “I am not that easy to just pick up! And I’m not into that guy on guy thing… Find another lover you freaky fuck” the man smirked lightly, a rare, almost ancient smirk upon his face “But Sin… You are now given two options, either you go with me now and quietly do my every bidding, or we make this fun and I challenge you to a duel!” Sin eyed the man up and down “You got some nerve don’t you?”
Karkel was quick to order all his people to retreat, but he had to stay himself, curiosity burned his inner soul and he had to watch this fight or he would be haunted by doubt the rest of his life.
Sin laughed manically and extended first his left arm, a black wing folding out with it, then his right arm quickly followed by another wing. He stretched his entire body lightly and laughed to the man “There! Go run with you while you can. You surely did not expect this kind of creature? I am Sin, The reincarnation of every mortal’s sin. Run, hide, I know you did not expect this!!” the man laughed lightly “You amuse me Sin, how you love yourself, yet… you are nothing but my pet, and soon you will understand that!” Sin snarled “Who are you?” the man bowed lightly, slowly bright wings folded out from his back, white and a contrast to Sin’s “I am Obsidian, pleased to meet you Sin” Sin pointed at him and backed a bit “you’re.. a Winn?” he trembled lightly In fear, still backing lightly. “Oh yes my dear Inix, a Winn, your nemesis, come on, fight me!” Sin frowned, then pulled his daggers “Fine! Let’s do this!” and before Karkel’s keep Erelian eyes could see what was going on, the two of them were tumbling around in the air. It all went so fast, feathers everywhere. But not yet blood. Obsidian pushed Sin away from him and then a large bolt of blue light appeared from his palm, shooting Sin away from him. Sin shock his head angrily, then flew towards Obsidian again. The winn attempted another spell, but he was not quick enough and Sin slammed into his stomach, forcing them both to fall downwards, Obsidian first. They crashed into the ground, and Sin jumped away from Obsidian, laughing dearly “You pathetic bird, tweet tweet you go, you’re all but song!” Obsidian laughed silently, making Sin raise an eyebrow, going closer “What? You’re not supposed to laugh!” laughing, he slowly stood, brushing the dirt off him “You’re… unharmed?” Sin frowned lightly, eyeing Obsidian “Yes indeed, you are not the only one able to survive anything Sin” Sin spit on the ground “Well let us continue then!” “Why? I believe I won” Sin raised both eyebrows, then snickered “And how did you do that Mr. Guy in a dress?” “Oh you didn’t even notice?” Obsidian asked, making Sin bark at him “Explain NOW!” “Oh please Sin, are you not going to fight any more? I scare you? Go ahead, try and fight me now!” Obsidian held up a small, black vial with some strange, glowing liquid inside of it “You didn’t . . . ? “ Sin stood, stunned “Oh yes I did, and you didn’t even notice. Do you know what this is?” Sin gulped lightly and nodded “Yes… that is mine… give it back!” Obsidian shook his head “Oh please, why would I? You now belong to me!” Sin stepped closer “Give it! NOW!” “or what? You’ll attack me? I’ll smash it!” Sin frowned, looking down “I need it…” “No you don’t. In this bottle it’s all safe and sound.” Sin charged forward, but Obsidian quickly took off, flying “You really want to test your luck? If I destroy it you do die am I not correct!” Sin snarled “Fine Fine! What do you want!?” Obsidian landed again “Your help… Your abilities… Your murdering tendencies” Sin smirked lightly “I don’t kill for good, I kill for myself” “Oh please, Sin, I am not that kind of Winn… but follow me for now, please…” “Well, you have my shadow, I can do nothing but now can I?” Obsidian smirked “I hardly believe you are able to live without it…”

Monday, October 27, 2008

About the new Blog

I finally got to make a new blog for those who want to know something about my characters more than they can read, and want some silly information about me as well.
Silly information is important.
Well anyways.
The links are at the bar to the Right ---->
so just go click there if you want to know anything.
I will put up a lot more links as I go, at the moment it is kind of loosely overthere. But it will come.
Have fun reading, I will now go write something about the first character, Juan because we all love him.
Oh and remember to go read my latest story, I posted it today just before I posted this.
It's the Obsidian, Anger and Sin one. heh.
Take care yoall.

Obsidian, Anger and Sin

Now, let me introduce a few, new characters. These are different in many ways and I might, when I one day can be arsed, explain what a Winn and an Inix is. As well as the other races I have mentioned. I am working on an explonation of the Seresta at the moment.
Now, enjoy this tale and introduction of three characters that you will meet many times from now. Oh and I might one day explain what is with Caelon and his wife.


She swung the large sword in front of her, cutting nothing but air; he was too fast, too agile. Rage, shown in blue, frustrated eyes. He could see how they had been crying only minutes ago. Sireva charged him, screaming wrath. He was quick to fall to the side, though he did not yet draw his own weapon, he did not mean to harm her, but it might be a last resort. She screamed at him, words he hardly understood “WHY? Why Caelon WHY?” tears strolled down her beautiful cheeks and he felt a sting in his heart. Caelon but shock his head. “It was not my fault Sireva” his voice yet calm, he tried not to bring forth any more anger in her, or she might actually put some effort into killing him. His attempt failed as she ran towards him again, bare feet trough the wooden ground. He avoided the weapon but got in close to her, hugging her close “Please Sireva… “ she cried against his shoulder “Caelon, I… I…” She drew her dagger, forcing it into his chest, a surprised expression upon his face as he felt pain penetrate his body. “I HATE YOU!” She screamed into his face, pulling out the hunting knife “I HATE YOU CAELON!” She stabbed him again, penetrating a breastplate, a vital wound this time. “I HATE YOU!” he was silent now, falling to his knees, green eyes going blank as he saw nothing but a shade in front of him, could this really be Sireva? The girl he had loved so passionately? She kneeled down, now she realized what she had done and she hugged him close, crying “I… No! Cael wake up… I didn’t mean to… wake up Caelon!” she shook him in her arms, desperately screaming into his dying face for him to wake up. He raised a hand slowly, the last strength he had as he caressed her cheek, stained with blood and tears. He softly whispered to her “Please… forg-“but fell backwards before he could finish his sentence.
She screamed desperately towards the moon, cursing it for forcing her to do this. And then she crawled close to him, holding him in her arms and begged for forgiveness.

“What have we here?” a deep male voice spoke out, accompanied quickly by another “Looks like something’s gone wrong here?” the other voice was slightly more… ruffled, as if speaking trough something, and not as elegant as the first one. Sireva heard them but she did not open her eyes. “Which of these are the victim you think?” the second voice asked the first, and the first replied after a short, thoughtful break “Aren’t women always the victim?” a rough, cold laughter came from one or the other; she had a hard time telling each apart. “Now little girl, please stand” that was the first voice, she could tell by the lack of compassion that seemed to go with him. She didn’t open her eyes, playing dead might make them leave. And then she heard the sound of giant wings, something landed close to the two voices, accompanied by a last voice, more feminine yet again ruffled, sounding blocked by something. “What have you found? We do not have time for looking at dead animals!” “Oh but Ann, look at this?” the second male voice spoke to this “Ann” person; Sireva could hear footsteps closing in “Yes, we do not have time to look at dead animals, leave them alone!” a cold, arrogant tone came from the more feminine of the three and judged by the name Ann it might very likely be a woman. “And what are we looking for Obi, could you tell me that again?” the second of them asked, clearly to the first one for he replied “A murder between husband a wife…” “Bingo! Ann I might believe you’re out of your league here, we found the target!” a grin coming from Ann as a foot hit Sireva brutally and without remorse in her face. “Girl! Stand!” Sireva gulped and spit out blood on the ground, then stood up, eyeing the two of them. Now Ann must be the woman in front of her, dressed in a black robe of some kind, the ruffed sound would surely be made from the piece of cloth in front of her mouth and her black hair was hanging loosely to around her waist. But her looks was not what had Sireva’s attention, it was those black, huge wings that seemed to have grown from the woman’s back. The other two lacked wings, but this woman was surely equipped with a set, large and feathered.“Wha… what do you want?” Sireva asked mumbling, the presence of this woman made her nervous, and her tongue hurt like hell, she had bit on it when the boot had hit her face. “We simply want to know…” the woman did the talking, her voice still cold and uncaring “… OH please” it was the first voice, belonging to this Obi. “Give the woman some space Ann, her husband’s dead and she’s all alone…” a tall man pushed those wings away as he walked closer to Sireva. Never had she seen such a man, he was tall, slender, beautiful in any way. His hair was silvery and long, arranged on the back of his body, a body who’s language was kind and welcoming, he carried no weapons and no wings, his cloth were white and black, making him shine of respect. He stood in front of her for a second, then bowed his head in a greeting “We wish you no harm miss. I excuse for Ann’s manners, we are simply here to figure out what happened” the woman frowned “Bah, Winn people; they are always like that” and now Sireva understood and it had really been true what Caelon had said. Her eyes trailed down to the dead body of her husband and she hated herself for doubting him just a second. “So it is true what he said?” she whispered “my son…” the man lightly nodded “I am afraid that is the truth of it.” Her hands formed into fists, she trembled in anger “Why?... Why him?” the man in front of her spoke again “Why someone else? You should take great pride in the destiny of your child he-“ “No! I will not hear it! I know what you do to children! I know it!” a loud sigh and the third person walked up close. He was followed by a certain mystery. Black, messy hair, a masked face as well and dressed in all black. He wore a torn, black cloak that seemed to create a deep, unnatural shadow around him. He walked past Obi and towards Sireva, raised a hand and slapped across her face. She fell to the ground, he was stronger than it looked, and she could hear ringing from her ears for a few seconds. The man shrugged lightly and mumbled “Wups, sorry Obi”. Sireva was pulled up standing again by the woman who snarled into her face. “What did you do to your husband woman?” Sireva cried now, the pain was too terrible. “I killed him!” she screamed into the face of the woman, who pushed her behind, letting her trip over the dead body of Caelon. Obi turned to face the masked number two of them and shock his head “I believe there is nothing more to do here, Sin, you can finish her off, I wash my hands on this one”. Her eyes widened and she shook her head “no, please… No!” she cried, but Sin was already over her, a maniacs laugh as he stabbed trough her body, again and again and again. She tried to fight back, her hands in panic as she grabbed a huge stone and hit him in the face with it, no response. She screamed, a sound of utter pain and fear ran through the forest, but it was too late and she was left on top of her already dead husband.

Anger sighed, glaring out over the hills, and then she turned to face her companionship “Well at least someone had his fun today." Sin looked up, he was lying on his back, looking up, a large smile upon his face “It was fun, it’s been a while since the master’s let me loose” she frowned lightly “Speaking of the master… where is he?” Sin shrugged lightly “How should I know, Obsidian finds me when he needs me, not the other way around” Anger smirked lightly, she shrugged and returned to gaze out over the horizon “How does Obi then know that you’re not just butchering people? He doesn’t keep his dog at a leash?” Sin laughed dearly and leaned back into the grass “Obsidian trusts his puppy, that’s his ways” Anger smirked “I bet he got something on you…” Sin frowned “ Why are you so interested in Obi anyways? He’s just some stuck up brat!” Anger turned to face Sin again, walking towards him “He is… important Sin, you understand? Obsidian is a Winn, yet he turned to the Inix… I want to know why he betrayed his kinsmen” Anger was almost screaming in his face and she didn’t hear Obsidian as he landed behind her and made his wings disappear into thin air “Oh but that is simple Anger. I enjoy this life rather than the life the Winn could give me”. His voice annoyingly calm as always and Anger turned to face him, her features fitting her name. “Stop doing that!” she snarled at him and then turned to walk. Obi snapped his fingers and pointed after her, making Sin stand up, nod and run after her.

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Fall

This one if about one of my favorites. Lance.
Lance is the oldest character I have, he has outlived even Narodimus... Even Juan and Vian are younger than Lance Greenleaf. So be nice to him... And shed a tear if you have to.


A bard's tale about evil.

The bard walked into a dusty inn, it was halfway empty, only a few sitting in the corner, planning and plotting, and a young group of travelers by the fireplace. But that did not stop the eager man from sitting down next to the fireplace, speaking as if his own mind, yet he go the attention of all the inn. "Lance. Poor Lance some might still whisper in the corners. Lance Greenleaf was born a treewalker, but quickly trained in the powers of a whisperer. He was known for his great powers in the arts of controling the nature, but that is not the tale for today, no, no one speaks no more of Lance's good, for his kindspirited nature and his helpful demanour. No, that is all forgotten because no matter how much good you do, one evil act will change that. Lance is now feared and reknown for few acts that has done more impact to the world than a lifetime of good. But enough of this, let me tell you a tale no one knows about Lance." The bard held a artistical break, then got himself a beer with a wave of his hand to the barkeeper. The adventurers, awakened with curiosity, eagerly nodded of him to go on, but everyone was now silent, because everyone knew the feared Greenleaf, and everyone enjoyed a good tale of horror. They will get disappointed.

"Aneria was her name, and it is of her I will tell a tale. She was beauty of a lass, indeed, her hair burning red, like the sunset, and her eyes green like the spring leaves. And Lance had loved her from the very moment he laid his eyes upon her. Oh yes, Aneria was a beautiful woman, adored by many men, but her kind nature allowed her not to marry, for she was too good a person and wanted only friendship. Oh yes, her kind heart would not allow her to ever love one man more than the other, so they were all but friends, admirers in the dark. Lance was young at the time, such a young lass, clumsy and shy, but when that summer day came, and he saw Aneria for the first time, his good heart was given away.
She was walking trough the fields, collecting wild berries from bushes that grew on the untendered land. Her body delicate wrapped in white cloth. Her red hair burning fiercely in the sun. Lance was sneaking about in the shape of a large, brown dog, he enjoyed this shape particularly, for it made him able to sneak around without anyone's notice much. He was but a stray dog in the eyes of most." The bard held a break, drinking from his glass of beer. "She spotted him, and though she feared the animal a bit, her good heart would not allow her this fear, and she called him forth, petting him and laughed. His heart was sold. Her laughter, pretty as the beautiful songbird.
She took him in, living in a small hut where she grew roses and sold to the noble as well as poor. She tendered for him for days, believing he was but an animal and nothing more, and Lance dared not to shatter her belief of him. She named him Stray and gave him a leather collar and food every evening.
He lived with her for half a month, at that time, most of the whisperer clans were looking for him, for they all needed his advice, his powers and his wisdom, even in youth Lance was the wisest and strongest of the whisperers, whom else are known for their great knowledge in everything."The bard smiled at the travelers, then nodded as the other group of people came close to hear his tale.
"But one day, when Aneria was walking trough her gardens, taking care of her flowers, a horse approached, white and shining, what a stallion it was. And upon it sat a man in green, hair as yellow as corn and eyes burning orange, a Seresta and his name was Vian D'unian. He was a whisperer, and asked the young girl for information, if she had seen his friend Lance Greenleaf. The girl could only answer that such a man had not passed, and she offered shelter for the young man. Lance was furious, but he stayed in his animal form, his love to Aneria growing too strong, and he would not defile her yet by showing his true self, for he knew it would make him seem but a liar and a charlatan.
So Vian dined with her that evening, and they laughed, while poor Stray was left forgotten in his corner, not delighted her attention, her heart or simply her distant touch. And that is when he had his plan, he snuck out the door, to transform into himself, there he could say he was searching for Vian, and he would surely be found, a welcome guest.
The dog snuck out the door, into he night, their laughs behind, but he could not hear any of their attention turn towards him." The bard sighed in despair, feeling sorry for poor Stray" Outside, he hid into the woods where he had transformed from human.
He walked back, happy that he could finally meet the girl, only to see thugs trying to rob the house. They must have snuck close by while he was gone."The bard jumped up on a chair now, waiving dramatically
"So the thugs dragged her out, laughing and laughing, holding Vian down as if he could do nothing. Greenleaf ran to the rescue of his love, waiving with a wooden stick while cursing at them and telling them to leave her alone, but he could feel fur grow out from his skin and he could but only hear barks come from his mouth, he had been too eager and the transformation was yet to be completed? he stood, half man half beast, of course, he scared off the thugs, but also his love, who screamed in horror at this creation before her.
And Vian, who recognized the beast form of his mentor and elder, he stood up, formed his hands together, green lights surrounded him"The bard formed his own hands together, twirling around himself as green lights appeared and illusions danced around him."Lance tried to force the rest of the transformations upon him, but something went wrong, he roared at Vian for he knew now what had happened, he had not been to eager. Roots surounded him and forced him down to the ground, he felt the pain of Vian's magic forcing itself upon his body, and then he saw the charlatan of a Seresta walk up to him and kneel down in front of him. Lance attempted to bite the man, but Vian was too quick, too surefooted. He whispered into his ear-" The bard leaned down towards one of the young men, whispering but loud enough for all in the room to hear if they listened close enough "I knew it was you, and I know you want her… and all you have, shall be mine… I forced your transformation to stop, for I am more powerful" The bard stood up again "And he dragged his sword!" And the bard drew his sword "But Aneria, kind hearted as she had always been, felt around Vian's waist, begging of him to let the animal go, show it the mercy, it had saved them. Vian smirked and nodded, lifting the roots from the body of Lance, but Lance, filling with Hate and anger jumped at Vian with teeth and claw. The Seresta was again too quick" The bard held a break, lowering his sword, his voice now sad.
"Aneria was dead in his arms only seconds later, and Vian jumped upon his already saddled stallion, yelling after Lance - I will destroy all that you love - and then rode off into the night, Lance, unable to do anything… just hugged his love close… And wept."
The bard dried off a tear, swong his green cloak and left trough the door and into the night, transforming into a large, brown dog named Stray.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Brothers' blood.

This story is about Juan and Vian, a meeting that took place between two happenings in a RP. A meeting not many know about, and especially not the Characters involved in the plotting taking place.
You will meet both characters again later on, so I will not yet reveal what is between these two brothers, why Vian is an idiot, and Why the Lady of Mists look the way it does. I will furthermore not yet tell you what the connection between Juan D'unian and Narodimus M'var is, that will be my secret untill I write about it.
For now, Enjoy this little meeting.

Juan D'unian and Vian D'unian

The harbor was alarmingly noisy this evening and everyone was busy packing up shipments and getting their wares to the warehouses, stopping those boys from stealing whatever they could get their fingers upon and carrying dead soldiers in boxes into the large city. Because Ravencrown is a city, one of the largest in all of Eri, only matched by few of the Erestian cities, and of course, the city of Gods.

The crowd split in two to make way for horses. A pair of white, beautiful horses dragging with them a small carriage. A carriage without any cover for rain, but also a carriage that allowed the rider to stand, and so he did. Standing on his two feet, horses reins in his hands. He wasn't quite the tall man, rather a small one, and easily noticed as being one of the "small people" at the humen would call him. He was a Seresta, and his hair held the color of the summer sun, golden blonde. His eyes golden, calculating and dangerous. He was not a strong man, rather a smaller, intelligent one. Though he traveled alone, the crowd moved, and no one attempted to scare his horses, pull him down or sneak up the carriage for a ride. He wore noble clothings, robes of the shining green colors, proving him an accepted "whisperer" and thereby a magician able to control the powers of nature. His blood making him a Seresta, and his ability to control the nature itself, made him a man you would not want to fight.
He stopped his horses by words rather than moving the reigns, then jumped down from the carriage. A huge wolf woke from the dept of the transport, lifting its white head and nodded at this man, agreeing with him, it would keep guard for now.

A ship entered the Harbor, old and dusty, but also a ship of some strange respect around it. The afterdeck being holed and old. The ship owning only a holed, burned down sails. Words, old, written on the steer of the ship, wrote "The Lady of mists" and only few people was seen serving as the lady's crew. The galleons figurine was but a corpse of a young woman and it was still possible to see how her face had been screaming in horror and pain. She had died hanging there. The ship laid still for a few minutes, nothing moved, the harbor all quiet, awaiting the pirates to storm, but only one man jumped off ship, smiling brightly and nothing you would expect from that ship.
A Seresta, his hair the color of autumn, messy brown with the hint of red. He walked with a certain elegancy about him, not minding where he went and not minding whomever might look upon him. Wearing an eye patch was the only hint he might be a pirate, apart from his ignorant nature and his accent when he spoke words. Which he did all the time to be frank, now, he was mumbling to himself. He wore a simple white shirt, half open, and a pair of linen, black pants. Nothing out of the ordinary there, though the certain elegancy around his whole nature, catlike in balance was easy to see. His brown, almost red eyes studied the harbor, then a smirk appeared upon his lips.

"My and what do I see? Is that really the Proud Juan D'unian here to greet?"
Juan yawned and nodded lightly, glaring at the man in front of him, speaking his direction. Oh yes, if it wasn't the proud brother of his, older, smarter perhaps? Who knew.
"Ye'r be reque'n me pressen'e" Juan grinned, glaring at Vian D'unian. Vian nodded lightly and politely nods towards his horsespan "Let us find a quiet place to disgust this matter" Juan shrugged lightly, whatever his brother might want, it surely could have nothing to do with the "lady" an surely it couldn't be that important. But Vian was a man of secrecy and scheming, and of course, if he had some strange plan again, Juan would hear it. So He followed his brother trough the crowd, as the Lady again set her sail and left the harbor to roam the seas.

"The butchered pig" was a lovely tavern these days, and the two men found their way there without any disturbance. They had said nothing to each other yet, Juan but glared at the white wolf in the carriage, and Vian but riding the horses, no words exchanged.
They entered the lowly tavern, dusty and dark, not many came here anymore and the innkeeper was a strange looking fellow. Fat, old and cranky, nothing friendly about him, and not the most kind spirited person either.
"Wha' ye be drag'n me here for eh?" Juan said, annoyed of his brothers typical behavior, then nodded at the barkeep "Oi! Fatlad, ye fill 'ne glass o' Ale for me frien' and 'ne glass o' rum for meself eh" The fat man growled something, but words Juan took no interest in, so he just sat down by a table near a dead fireplace.
Vian took off his green robes, wearing red ones underneath, proving his status as a Magician of the Chaotic flame as well, an art of power in contrast to his natural call of green.
Juan shock his head, watching his brother, then tossed both his booted feet upon the table.
"I ask a favor of you brother" Vian slowly spoke, his voice soft as always, his hands trembling lightly, making Juan raise an eyebrow in question, for it was nothing his brother normally would do, tremble.
"An' wha' tha be?" Juan slowly asked and grabbed the glass as it was placed upon his table, emptying it.
"I need you… to seduce a girl, and steal something from her" Vian smirked lightly "Something you should be able to do" Juan shrugged at his brother "An' wha' ei ei'm suppos'd to be steal'n eh?" "A stone, actually, the piece of a stone" "Tha' stone eh?" "Yes… That stone… I found a girl who is in possession of it" Juan glared at Vian "And why ye ein't be doin tha' yerself eh?" Vian shock his head "I can't… It's… complicated" Juan laughed dearly, lifting up Vian's glass and emptying that as well "Ei be believin' me brother's been havin 'ne soft spot fur tha luv eh?" Vian sighed, shaking his head and stood up "She'll be accompanied by myself, we have a room at the Stalleon… Go find us there if you want to take the job. I'll pay you for it if needed" Juan shock his head "Ei'll be sein wha' kind o' girl she be, and if she be the kind ei don't be liking, then ei'll be doin tha for free" Vian nodded stood and walked towards the door. "Oh bro?" Juan said, making Vian stop at the doorway, looking over his shoulder "Yes?" "It'll be good sein yer again' What's it been? Ten o' years?" Vian just shrugged and left mumbling "Far too soon for my taste"

Friday, October 3, 2008

The Ruler of The Clan. ((Ending of Gabriel))

The story of Gabriel Part 7
For Part 6, check this link

Nao Mc'Gregor M'var

They dragged in the burned, destroyed body of Gabriel and tossed him for the feet of his father. Nao, sitting in his high chair, reading in a book, he hardly payed attention to the man, nor the followers of his clan that had brought Gabriel. No, Nao had known already that this would happen, and he knew now what would be demanded of him.
"He attempted Suicide sir!" spoke Thomas slowly, Thomas, Narodimus's most trusted grunt, not a man Nao enjoyed the company of, but he always got the job done, and it was hard these days to find someone to get the job done.
Nao turned his head. Long, black hair hanging into his face, he snarled with his fangs showing, annoyed that they disturbed him, though he knew already they would. "You break silence for this? Leave us!" He waved a pale hand in front of his servants, his white body skeleton-like, for it was a while since anyone could recall watching Nao feast upon human blood.
His servants opened their mouth to protest at first, but Thomas stopped them, yes, Nao knew he would. Thomas… A name given to him when he had become a turned, a nights creature, a kindred. Nao hated these costumes, he had himself kept his name. Narodimus Mc'Gregor, first son of the M'var clan. He had kept that name no matter time, and he was no longer popular with that name, no, but he treasured it. These days, everyone was given new names, to forget their past.
He walked down from his chair, watching his servants leave and close the doors behind them. They were now alone in his hall. Ancient, roman in architecture, large and empty, dark and empty. High pillars standing 6 and 6 left and right side of the room.
"Gabriel… my child… why did you do this?" Nao's voice, deep and sad, his robes, bloody red and black creating a carpet around him. He kneels down to Gabriel's body and shakes his head again.
"Your disappointing me child." he softly caressed his hair, bowed down and kissed his forehead. Gabriel coughed lightly, opening his blue eyes, glancing at his father. He shook his head. "I will not crawl in the dust for you". Nao but pet him in pity. "An ignoring child you are indeed, why do you think I will force you to bow and crawl? Does any of my other servants bow and crawl? Does my children do that?" Gabriel cried now, tears of blood rolling down his wounded, burned face. "I have seen how your servants treat the weaker kindred, It is not you, but them I fear". Narodimus reached down, drying off a tear. "Please, Gabriel, Please. Do not fear what you do not know."
Gabriel closed his eyes "I Will not be one of your children, please. Set me free father" Nao nodded lightly and found his sword by his chair. "Of love, I release you then" and trusted the weapon into the heart of Gabriel, turning him to but a pile of dust. And then Nao returned to his chair, thoughtful for a moment, watching the dust pile on his floor, saddened. He waved his hand at the door as some force knocked on it to enter. The doors locked and he stood again from his chair.
Nao walked trough the hallways, levitating above the ground, towards a bowl standing on the other side of the room, near the locked doors.
His hands reached down, into the empty bowl, then he shock his head. "Empty… As my heart, you are as well empty".
He walked to the door as it was knocked upon one more time. "Yes yes, I bit you, wait for just a minute" And he turned the key, opening the door, looking upon the tall figure of his first child. Dorian M'var. The sight of the man returned the smile upon Nao's lips. For Dorian yet proved again that there still was children out, worried for their father.
"Greetings my son" he spoke and then wrapped an arm around the shoulders of Dorian. "Let us go for a hunt."

Friday, September 26, 2008

A game I can not win

Poetry, who doesn't love poetry.

If I died, would you even remember me?
And what would you remember?
The bad stuffs that were not meant to be?
Or the dance we did in December
What kind of dress would you bury me in?
Would it be white and hiding all the darkness?
Or black as the color of sin?
Whatever you do, please do it in happiness
My last words would be painful
Probably something that would hurt everyone
Never, can I remember anything joyful
With your arms around me all alone
I remember your trembling whisper
and Will remember it before I die
You told me that I'm not a looser
I do not believe what you had to say
Do you even care if I die?
Or do you just bury me in that white dress?
Do i get the chance to say goodbye?
to I get the chance to give you that last kiss?
Angel of darkness come to pinch at me
Lift me up with your big, black wings
Tell me that I was actually meant to be
That I was the one of whom they sing
Please little angel hold me close
Before you tell me that I am the one to loose....
This Is a game I can not win,
So I might as well not try
The angels have taken me for a spin
And I'm beginning to cry
I do not wish to leave you all like this
Yet, I can not decide
So goodbye I whisper in that last kiss
Before I disappear from your sight
Darkness pulls me with
Please remember me as I was
No fantasies or stories
I hope for you to leave me at least
Before these immaculate horrid
When death do Us part
You said one time
But yet, you left me without
Your passion that meant all to me
I am writing this as a goodbye
But please do not be angered
Promise me you will not cry
Or chose to kill in hatred
This Is a game I can not win. . .

Monday, September 22, 2008

The death of a Kindred

This is my first story on this blog, and therefore it is important to me that it is one of my favorite ones. I've worked hard on this story, just to get the right feel into it, the right.. mood so to speak. It might not be my best work, seen from the eyes of an outsider, but to me, it is at least very important, I ein't sure if it is my best story ever (I sure hope not since if it is, I might as well stop writing eh? ^^;) but it is surely a very personal, close story to me. The main character, and only character in this very short story, is a character I can really relate to, and you will probably notice later on, how Gabby here returns as a side character in my other artwork. Anyways. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.


The death of a Kindred.
The story of Gabriel, Part 6

As my eyes stare around my holy sanctuary, this fallen church, I decide to leave my immortal life this morning. They named me a kindred, named me as one of their own, but I am not, call me a lunatic, laugh at me if you like, does not matter, assume that you are so much smarter than this broken lunatic, does not matter. I will rather die standing, than live on my knees, kissing their feet, they can not break me. I have decided to stay here, in this church and die before alter by the break of dawn; I have decided to bow down before the picture of Christ and burn by the break of dawn. What makes me and them different? Simple, they are dead, as me, but unlike them, I remember what happened, I remember my own death, yes, I felt the pain when death took my soul and left my body to rot, I remember how it felt when human blood ran trough my veins the first time, trust me, you would be mad too.
It is getting cold inside the church, so very cold; it seems as if I can not bear it. My pale arms move their way about my skinny body until they entwine at the base of my pelvic bone. I gasp, holding my stomach, as if I am pregnant. I am pregnant, carrying some alien virus inside my body. In a way, that is what they have created: a monster. A monster out of me no less, inside of myself; to devour my tiny, little self; and manifest inside my body. It is the evil my whole race has created, so cruelly, this will surely swallow me whole, I feel it, I know it is there, breathing.
I sink to the floor, the thin limbs locked together, I winch once more. The pain is overshadowing the cold that has taken me to an even overwhelming state. This beast of their making will be born if I do not die this night, conceived of my own loving heart, something they all seem to forget to give me, emotions that was pushed away from me, allowed me to be this abandoned child, forced to turn into a monster. But I am nothing more than a puzzle waiting to be put together.
I cry in the mists of a full moon, I pray and hunt alone, outside their reach, without their hate nor their help.
My body fold down before the alter, folding my hands, my fingers holding each other, as a statue of the virgin mother praying towards the father of her son Jesus.
”I am Gabriel”
I can hear my own voice whisper as a greeting towards the alter
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned, I have not prayed for two hundred and fifty six years now, I have murdered and sinned, drunk the blood of the mortal ones, created in your image. I have cast away my family, killed my own mother from whose body which I was born. And I have murdered you father, I hold now the monster that they all wish to unleash, but also here, I must defile my brethrens and kill this being within my own torso.”
I watch the priest hang on the cross, I killed him and placed him upon this symbol of god, gave him the death of Jesus, gave him the death that he must have wished for. Hanging like Christ, I hope for him that his afterlife will be better than mine, for I will burn inside the Eternal Fire.
I get up standing once more, walk towards the window and place my pale finger down the glass, blood still run from my black jacket, and I run my finger down into it. Watch a finger, sliding down the window, writing in blood, against the dusty, old windows, this abandoned church seems so cold, yet it has become my sanctuary.

This place is an immaculate Eden, for the chosen ones to keep them prison, I can’t stay here anymore, the heavens doors have closed for me and God is outraged. The church bells scream madly in the distance, as if to tell me, “Heaven is gone”. Blessed white angels come to pinch and peek at me.
Angels are nipping at me.

I write it down on the window, a message for my fellow kindred when they come to find me. I hope they will notice all of this, this fine spectacle I have made for them. I smirk by the sight, grin as I see all this mess, the dead priest handing on the cross, bloody letters on the floor, writing
G A B R I E L, to tell them that this is my fine artwork. My phone rings to tell me, one hour before dawn, one hour before the first ray of sun.
I bow down once more before the alter, silently whisper out towards the dead priest.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned…”
I pray in Latin now, the language of god, hope for him to hear me, whish only for him to answer and say “I forgive you”
But he does not. Dawn breaks trough the windows and I feel the horrible pain of flames licking my entire body. I hold my arms around myself; I kiss my fingers goodbye, and hope for a better life.
I feel as if God himself stare down upon me, and He wants his shadow to overwhelm me, but only has the opposite effect. I feel so; I do not even have words to express the feelings I feel at this second. I am so petrified, that I have to back away from the sun. Until the flames consume me, and I die... Alone.

Angels in flight, bring us a sanctuary, my sanctuary, where fear and lies melt away.

Exactly. Angels in flight is my blog, and it will be a place where I hide all my written work. Anyone who reads it and takes interest in my short stories, well you are allowed to enjoy my work, and you are allowed to comment it, but it is all my work, my heart and my soul, and I won't take lightly on copying of my work and calling it your own, it is my love, my children, my inner thoughts, and some of it is really personal, while some is not, but it is all my work and my babies.
If you wish to do some art for me, fanart of characters or setting, I would love that and I always accept that gladly, as well as fanstories.

If you want to post your own poetry or shortstories, please, go ahead and poke me with it, I would love to have some other art than my own here as well.
This is a little about my sanctuary.

Angels in flight... Why that name?
First of all, angels... I am extremely fond of angels and you might notice that trough my work, angels are a passion and hold a certain, important place in my heart. I am not fanatical in religion, I simply enjoy the myth of angels, may it be from any religion, because all religions have their saviors.
The line itself "Angels in flight, bring us a sanctuary, my sanctuary, where fear and lies melt away." is from Kingdoms hearts 2, deep dive. My teachers always tought me how quotes makes you seem more powerful, why use your own words when someone's said it for you, and might have more credability than you...? I don't believe those words, I am sure my own words is just as fine as someone elses... Then why use a quote for my first post? Simple... I like that line. And that is the only reason why, so it is not a question of credability, or an attempt to seem fancy, I just like to line and would like to share it with someone else.


A bit about myself.
I'm a young lass from a small european country with lots of candy and lakes. Also known as Denmark. I study at the moment, and when I am not studying, I read at home, or write. My life's been like any others, I believe nothing is strange there, loving parents and a sweet little brother. I enjoy writing, it is my greatest passion, and I hope one day to actually write a book. the whole manuscript of a book, and get it published of course.
Because I am from Denmark, some of my stories will be in Danish, most in english, and some of my poetry in German as well. I believe language has it's own meaning depending on country, and also its own emotions, and feelings. Lovestories are better in English than in German as I see it, and funny stories are sometimes better in Danish than English, where the German is perfect for something serious.
I love my dogs almost as much as I love writing. Cairn's both of them. They run around, run and run and run, and you can't stop them even if you try.
My favorite color eh?
Might be.. pink.
Ye it's very possibly pink.
I play a little World of Warcraft, but I am cutting down, I spend too much time playing and it's starting to be boring.
That's not really who I am, that is simple factors giving you an idea of my life, but who am I really? I can not tell you in simple words, You must read my art in order to fully understand the concept of who I am.
For now.