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 Post subject: King of Pain
 Post Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 10:47 am 
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King of Pain:Sting

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

King of Pain

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Sutra stood in the gentle solitude of the moment.

Had it been his ignorance or was it the desire to not see what was so obvious that shook him so?

Madness had crept deep into the hearts of men here.

Alice had indeed found a way, creeping into the minds and souls of the unfaithful. It pained him to think that those who had once been strong and loyal, began to find warped answers in their new found doubt.

Sutra strained his eyes back unto the kingdom map. The corruption was born in the murky shallow swamplands of Mourningwood, had an unexplainable connection to the north in Eagleshire, crept down to the the kingdom lands of Tanglewood; turned on it's heel towards Midnight Sun, and was headed straight for the most northern freehold in the kingdom. Finder's Keep.

He traced the disconnected points, forming an unseen trail as thoughts crept painfully through his skull.

His runners would have reach Finders Keep by now, finding the duchess in the lands untouched by the madness yet. He hoped his warning would not be ignored. Instead, he recounted the previous visits towards the well fortified city. It was indeed something to remember.

The strong walls were breached by dark gods themselves, only to be repelled by a furious passion, even they could not resist.

This self proclaimed witch goddess would fail, if not at Finder's Keep, she would fail in the depths of Tanglewood.

He had seen her in his dreams and visions, seen her vises and devices. He had begun to listen more intently to his advisers.

The kingdom would make it's last stand soon.

He would call upon allies from the depths of the darkest pits to the heights of the brightest heavens.

Soon, Alice would now his name.

S,
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 Post Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 9:28 pm 
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Tobias, upon returning from the meeting in the woods, near the place he frequently fished, sat down in his hut and light his pipe. His eyes moved to the sword wrapped in fur that had been presented to him by the desert born elf. "Something about special properties?" Tobias said to himself as he took it from his pack and unwrapped it.

Therein lay a sword with no scabbard. A sword that shined brighter than the chains worn around the necks of royalty. The silver veining making a decorative and intricate pattern down the blade, mounted in brass and ironwood. It was beautyful. What would nromaly be a longsword to most was a shortsword to him. It would bite clean and let one know when they had been struck. Perfect for the dog-men that occasionaly plagued them.

Tobias was grateful.
He now had a quest.
For this he would surely be remembered.


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 Post Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 11:30 am 
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The ceremony was as ornate as the gold platted statuettes that decorated the high ceiling place of worship.

Familiar saints and foreign imagery adorned every crevice of the incense filled halls.

Sutra sat quietly as he watched with earnest as the bishop enumerated the good deeds of men and women before their time. He recanted their tales of honor and courage, warding off the kingdom's enemies and destruction.

The dark monarch scratched his nose, the sensation of mortality was never something he took for granted.

Kneeling before the holy man waited a young woman. Draped in fine white linens, she sat patiently with bowed head. He couldn't tell if her eyes were open in nervous speculation, or perhaps closed; in pious reverence to her new found faith.

The shaman held up the canter, crystalline water reflected the candle's light , creating an attractive spectrum of color. Sutra mused in the delicate secret's of nature. With the final rite's spoken, he blessed the water and dedicated this moment to an unseen god.

He poured the cool water over the woman's head, a slight siver visibly racked her flesh. Or was it a jolt of secret regreet, Sutra could not decipher.

The congregation kneeled as the bishop spoke out the name of their newest convert. The humming and rocking of the most 'righteous' gently lulled the moment to memory.

Sutra stood erect, the congregation; without an established order, followed suite.

Ecstatic servants of the order rushed to help the neonate convert out of the makeshift fountain she had knelt in moments before. Slowly, she was helped away from the prying eyes of the masses, where she would take a moment to reflect.

He would see her soon. He was pleased, never having thought he would see the day that she would have a greater and brighter faith than he. Yet she found it. Deeply seated in her resided the faith he had grown to envy over the past couple months.

Her faith was a testament, and bore witness to something, someday; he would find himself.

Some Day.

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 Post Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:01 pm 
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The lingering image of the young woman who had been baptised that day replayed vividly in his mind.

He was proud of her.

Sutra sat at the small wooden table he had fashioned himself. He penned the missive and signed it. He traced the words scribbled on the parchment.

No alarming reports had reached him of invading legions of the undead or captured marks bent on taking his life. The borders had been properly secured, more and more information trickled in, obediently collected by the whim of the darkest shadows.

He was truly in their favor.

Pulling the wanted poster from underneath a pile of treasury books and a list of names, he focused on the familiar face again. He had only seen her twice, never in the breathing flesh. Though, even in dreams and zealous visions, was it enough to make a man doubt.

Alice.

Reports indicated that her small covenant of traitorous souls marched north to Finder's Keep. Her White King failed her in the moors of Midnight Sun. Tactically it appeared, that she herself would quash any supporters in the north.

The missives had been sent mere days after the battle at the Sun, and she would indeed be greeted with a greater force, protected by the walls of strongest fortification in the northern keeps.

The thought's occupying his minds distracted him from his increasingly feverish gripping of his left arm.

He didn't notice the tingling sensation, but he could feel the burning creeping up from the wrist to the elbow.

It felt as if he had been injected with liquid fire.

His shouts masked the sound of ripping fabric, as he attempted to find the source of the unwelcome disturbance.

A creeping black tint was visible on his forearm.

"A HEALER, NOW!" he demanded as the wide eyes servant girl nodded and rushed off to find the court's healer.

The thundering echoes of his beating heart became overwhelmingly deafening.

Almost immediately, the table and ground rushed up to greet him.

Darkness embraced him.

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The taunting whispers played like butterflies in a flower patch.

'....I just found him like that....'
'...are they the same symptoms?...'
'...madness...'

Sutra's eyes slowly peered open, a thin film of mucous clouded his sight. Figures rushed to and fro, a pair stood by the foot of the bed he slowly realized he lay in.

A stinging throb caused his attention to shift to his left arm. He wiped the residual grime from his eyes.

'...he's coming to...'

The figures stopped and watched in abject silence.

'...what's going on?...what happened?'

A delicate voice responded, 'do not exert yourself too much my king, all will be well.' He eagerly focused on the source of the angelic voice. Her bright blue eyes shimmered back at him. He could only pitifully smile.

The pain returned, his mind flooded with images of carnage. The screams of dying men and women drowned out the frantic orders of the head healer.

Sutra focused on the fast grip on his left wrist. An assistance quickly pressed a blade against his swollen forearm and rode it across the think black flesh.

A stream of black syrupy substance oozed out from the fresh cut. He could see the previous scars from recently healed cuts similar to the one she just made.

Fury. Furious anger washed over him. He wanted them all to leave him alone. He wanted to see them burn. He wanted them to die.

'...he's been tainted...'
'...madness...'

Her voice, infused with the truest of light, spoke again. It was the blade that cut more than flesh and bone. It cut straight to the spirit. It was eagerly embraced.

'All will be well my love...all will be well.'

Sutra's contemptuous grimace slowly gave way to an accepting smile.

Slumber had never been so inviting.

S
[con't]

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 Post subject: Re: King of Pain
 Post Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:06 pm 
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I read the note himself before sending it off via owl

Meet me out side the castle I'll be at the same campsite you saw me at last. All will be explained when you arrive.

-Thangorn


After tieing the letter to the owls small talon I walk back to my campfire and finish off the stew I had made; Quickly checking all traps I've set to make sure there secure, and then I climb into a large oak and find a comfortable position I wont fall out of and doze off

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 Post subject: Re: King of Pain
 Post Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 4:39 pm 
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Dreaming.

He stood in the depths of the green forest. It crawled with feverish life. The natural symphony was unrealistically unbearable.

The sun peeked through the thick canopy above. The sweet scent of foliage was welcoming enough.

His left hand instinctively gripped the hardened bow. His attention was drawn to his weapon like a confidently knocked arrow.

His right hand held an arrows nock with natural skill. He didn't remember walking out of the kingdom keep. He couldn't recall what purpose would have driven him into the woods.

He had never seen this part of the royal reserve, he realized. The air here, it was much more pure, sincerity and innocence flowed like water here.

No foot had ever set foot in these lands. The pristine surroundings were indeed foreign to him, as was the sensation he felt merely standing here.

Here, imagination and great potential was this land's life blood.

The rushing feet interrupted his poetic musings. A search party perhaps? Was he still delirious? Maybe he escaped the safe confines of his bed. He examined his left arm, in search of tell tale 'bleeding' marks.

His arm was whole. Odd. A throwing ax whipped by his meditative head. Sutra knelt, drawing his black tipped arrow and letting it lose on the most obvious target he could make out. A shield man quickly dropped the shattered shield and drew a sword.

The search party had turned out to be a war pack. Behind the creeping warriors stood a towering orc. His hair stood high on his skull, as if reaching for the sun. His face was caked in black soot. Dressed in flimsy leather and lush furs, the barbarian howled out in a foreign tongue.

A small man stood out from behind the obvious leader and spoke.

'Are you from the lands beyond the eastern ridge?' the man spoke in familiar tongue.

Sutra held a second arrow in hand, the warriors slowly encircling him as he calculated his next target.

'I am...' the anxious archer replied.

A stream of aggravated lyrics escaped the barbarian, eyes emblazoned with eager fury.

The woodsman quickly nodded and spoke out to the foreign 'guest'.

'He want's to know what your business is in his forest?' posed the druid.

Sutra stood erect and knocked the arrow. Defiantly, the monarch shouted out.

'His forest? You mean this land? No, you will answer what your business is on the kingdom's land!' Sutra demanded.

The druid quickly spoke in the harsh tongue and was meet with a flurry of words that conveyed anger.

'He is insulted that you have 'annexed' his tribe's land without even presenting him with a token of peace or giving!' smirked the druid.

'Insulted! INSULTED!?' Sutra aimed a quick arrow at a warriors leg and released the string.

The warriors yelp caused the other's to freeze in their tracks.

'There! Now he had something to be insulted about!' barked a triumphant Sutra.

'AARRRGGHHHHH!', within seconds, the orc closed the distance between the two. The druid behind him quickly called upon the powers of the heavens and rained down a single bolt of lighting.

The electric bolt slammed into Sutra's chest and knocked him off his feet. Rolling over, he managed to cough up smoke and blood tainted spittle. If it weren't for the most recent protect his gods had granted him, he'd be breathing through his chest.

Sutra struggled to kneel, drawing a third arrow and through a feeble attempt, focused on the charging orc. His blurry eyesight betrayed him. His fingers fumbled, missing the nock twice. Gritting teeth and impending doom was all he could feel.

The orc and half elf stood feet away, a bladed tip pressed securely against the humanoid's chest and an arrow aimed straight down the orc's left eye.

'Peace...' muttered the panting archer.

The druid rushed up, examining the still breathing intruder. A trace of displeasure traced the druid's lips. Next time, he would make sure to follow his war majicks with a killing blow.

Sutra's mind was immediately fueled by questions that he wasn't sure where to start.

'Where do I begin?' he whispered to himself.

The wounded warrior was standing upright, a healed wound and wounded ego was all that remained.

'We're hunting the last giant's in the land.' A serpentine voice sang. From behind a shield man, a lithe figure emerged. Her slender figure and pale skin reflected the sunlight almost alluringly.

The mask sat snug on her nose and mouth. Her bright red hair shone like licking flames.

Slowly she approached the dark shadow. Her head tilted amusingly, eyeing the archer.

'We could use your help. I am sure Zaratul would not mind having a skilled bow at his side?' She glanced back and posed a question to the bloodlusting orc.

His reply seemed satisfactory.

'He has granted you safe passage, but on one condition. You help us fall the three giants that keep us from safely occupying this valley.' He eyes shimmered frosty gray, as she awaited his reply.

Sutra considered the obtuse situation.

'I will help your tribe track the giants down, but I will not be the cause of the giants demise, you want this land? Then earn it.'

The masked face nodded and walked past him. Sutra studied the other faces in the war party and asked the druid. "Where am I?"

"That is a question for our tribal elder.' the druid replied as he stepped off the path.

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They found the giant's alright, the last to fall was a mountain of walking fire. The battle was fierce but they small group of adventurers reigned victorious that day.

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The foreign man was cautiously welcomed back to the tribes village. There, war games, food, and socializing was on the days agenda. The tribe had only been here three weeks and they had managed to claim the forest as their own.

Sutra listened as stories of the brave warriors were traded and improvised to the amusement of those listening.

In the horizon, a mountain peak stood above the distant forest. Sutra attempted to recant the maps he had studied of the kingdom proper, but he failed to place the strange mountain region.

A weathered elder stood next to him, a silent man with a graying beard.

'So where is this place?' Sutra posed.

'It is where the dreaming is reborn.' happily replied the older man.

Sutra frowned in questioning doubt. 'What?'

'It is where we come to for a second chance....'
'The dream never died...'
'Ah, I know...but a dream can be a dream within a dream, can it not?'

Sutra pondered on the comment.

'I suppose you're right.'

The elder nodded and replied.

'This place will be known as...King's Point...'

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Sutra shuddered in his sleep again. The attending maid was startled awake, quickly following up with placing a moistened towel to his forehead.

The fever had returned. Following the instructions she had been given in case of dire situations.

She left the room to call for the resident healer.

Sutra gleaned her exit as the opportunity to 'escape'. Much had to be done, and he wouldn't get much accomplished if he remained confined to this death bed.

'teleport...teleport...teleport...teleport....'

The wooden door to the room swung open with an entourage of healers and attendants.

The head healers eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed an assassins teleport for the first time.

'teleport....'

S
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Sutra reread the initial reports coming in. He had intercepted the messenger carrying word from the southern borders. The young boy had returned a battle hardened man. He had been sent to learn as much, for trustworthy eyes and ears were a commodity in this kingdom.

He stood near the campfire, reading the missive and hearing the raspy breath of a tired scout.

'...the kingdom of the heavens burn at the hand of her disposed queen....a darkness has descened upon their lands...and it's name is...Father...'

So his plan to smoke out the traitorous 'ambassador' to the Celestial Kingdom had been thwarted. Or at least it had been assisted from within a walled city he no longer had time or energy to siege.

Their own former queen laid her ursurping kingdom aflame. Shaking his head, he was deeply bothered.

If only he could have seen it burn.

Slowly striding away from the makeshift camp, Sutra crumbled the message as his memories slowly flooded back.

The festivities of the champions tourney was upon the kingdom. Crowns were either handed down to a worthy successor or it was ripped from a lifeless corpse. Sutra had much to finish before allowing himself the comfort of burdenless slumber.

Alice stalked his every dream, Leafblighter was his waking companion. Sutra had never known such dedicated company in one lifetime.

The familiar voice asked. "So what happens now?"

Sutra has spent the past half hour summarizing much of what had occurred while Thangorn had been gone. Much transpires in a year.

"I need to you deliver messages to our kingdoms company captains. Those who remain loyal to the crown will know to meet me in the walls of Finders Keep. Those who have not been...tainted..."

Sutra focused on the distant royal keep, spires reaching up into the starry sky. He wondered how long it would take before they realized that his business forced him to travel north. Would they reach him in time to help push back the Alicians?

"After you've delivered the messages, you can find yourself either in the comforting embrace of a woman here...or you can find a way to join us, North, where death and glory is guaranteed."

Chuckling, Sutra produced a small package, wrapped in simple twine and parchment paper. It contained a handful of sealed messages, each one specially labeled. Destined to find their way to the warlords of the land, Sutra would wait and see who would visit him in the northern keep.

"I will not blame you if your attention is diverted by the charms of a village girl, but I will be glad if your archery skills are put to the test."

The young man nodded. "I will see you soon old friend..."

"That I am sure off Thangorn."

Instantly the young man was gone, enveloped by the night, off to deliver the king's call to arms.

Sutra sighed heavy, itching the tightly bound bandage on his left arm. The cuts were still fresh, prof that faith and witchcery were sometimes all the same.

He would begin his journey north, meeting again with as many familiar faces and names as he could recruit.

Judgement day was coaming.

Only not soon enough.

S
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