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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Omega[/i] [br]I walked through the large, red, oaken door, nervous as I was to appear unafraid. I was always afraid though. I never wanted to return here after the duel, but I knew that I had to, for an everlasting faith retained its glory in my heart and soul. As I walked through the doorway, it appeared to be that whoever had last sat here was hungry, full of hunger that stuck in the mind and not in the body, and remained evil until the darkest hours. I was terrified, but I knew that if I used my proper language and not the words of Elvish, I may retain some reputation of being good and not evil obsessed in the shadows. "Warrior, where are you?" a voice like an organ called out in the darkness beneath my very own eyes. That was stange. Surely would there not have been some heat or light this very, thundery evening, like all other nights? "Yes, I am the warrior of Cruith, the fourth ancestor of the living dead. Where beith you, fair sage?" I sounded, trying to work out blindly where the man lay. Literally, blindly. For there was no light, no sound, no heat. Just silence and blind blackness. "Please! You worry me, sage, please enter in to my mind- show me how to retain then glory that used to be!" It seems strange to a reader to actually imagine how I must have been feeling. But put yourself in my shoes if you just refuse to feel how I felt in that room. You see, this was a unique place, where rats wouldn't dare go for fear of their lives. But I had to go, because I was the one that caused the mess in the first place. You see, I, once when I was younger and less informed throughout the realms, caused such eager for people to kill me, that I had to change my name, act as if I was good and kind, and start a new life. I had insulted. Slagged people off. Offended people. Made people cry, weep, move from different realms to other, less aware realms. I had tried to change my ways, please believe me, but I couldn't. That is why I had to move here, to this unique, hostile, but friendly, earthen land. But, as I am sure some who are reading this at this very point in time will understand, these things do not just go away like that. They do not just fly away in a whisp of smoke like elven children were tought to comfort them when the dark lord of the citadel was approaching. No way. If a hellish things is used upon someone, and the culprit does not apologise, the victim and his friends and family cannot forgive. People usually think that you can forgive easily, by saying that you forgive the culprit. But, as the lore says in easy elven language: "He who offends and does not apologise for the offense cannot be forgiven. He will only be forgiven under one condition. He will give his conscience to the lord of judgement, in Cruith, a land far away." I had to leave early one morning, for I had no horse to ride upon and no staff for protection. "Do you know what you have done?" The menacing voice asked me, the voice of hellish blood curdling in a limb of somebody who hsa been mutilated violently. "No, dearest lord of judgement. I don't." I wept again, the salty flavour of tear water on my pallette. "AaaaAgh!" a breach of white, crystal light appeared as a ball in the middle of the air, floating, menacing me like torture. "Do you want the sphere taken closer to you, so I can extract your living conscience and purify you of the things you have done to others?" the voice gleamed like a shadowmaster. "Please, lord of judgement, I have done absolutely rotten things in my time! I know that! I have hurt, offended, made others cry, but to extract a living conscience and just discarding it is--is--" my voice faltered. There was a burning sensation in my head. I went cold. I felt as if I was going to vomit, and then.... I fell in to the air, I found myself lying face down in the air, levitating magically, feeling as if I was going to definitely be sick... I spinned, slowly at first, then quicker, quicker, quicker! I was going so fast in the air that the pupils in my eyes could not focus on the sphere of light at any one period of time. The voice gently lowered me, as if the voice loved me enough to not just throw me on the sphere, but hated me enough to gently torture me into lying on the sphere. "Enjoy the pain, Omega and the victims of the past times will feel ecstatic. Don't resist the pain, for the more you resist it, the more you burn inside!" "Stop laughing, you ignorant **!" My body was on the magical sphere, I was burning, the pain was so hurtful I could not even feel anything! Then it stopped. I was on fire, amidst the mist in the air of the room, a hole in my head the size of a pin hole, emitting white flames. My eyes were white hot, and I could see beams of fire streaking down my body. There was no more laughter. Everything was silent. I lay there, in the air. Then I fell. I felt nothing. I was not burning, though a little sore where I had lain on the sphere. My body was cold, I felt as if I was in the midst of a snowstorm, what was happening? ********************************************************************** This story, part one which you have read is fictional, yes, this forum is for writing about the realms and experiences on the land of the realms. But, there is a slightly more serious tone to it, so if you could just absorb what I mean by taking the time to read this, I would really appreciate it. There have been a few bad incidents on this site where people have offended each other, and I would like to take this point to freely apologise on behalf of everyone who has done bad things on Candlekeep. I'm not gonna say anything was done by me, but I want to tell you all that if we all mend our ways, carry on with absorbing the delights of the realms, do not slagg each other off (Bookwyrm cough cough Pendangorth cough cough[;)]) and just take the site for what it really is pointed at doing (realmslore exploration) this site can be good for everyone, not just for a few. So, I'd like to volunteer mtself in as the unofficial "let's all smile and enjoy each others' company" stagehand and carry on writing this book on this particular forum between the four brick walls of Candlekeep. There will be another forty two parts to this story, being published on a 1- per- day basis, excluding some of the summer 'verrcerrshonnn' period. So I hope, as a realmslore writer, that you enjoy my stories and please feel free to comment on my writing as a whole person point of view. Many regards Omega "Unofficial let's all smile and not slagg each other off stagehand" See you later, you guys!!! [/quote]   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.