Ravenloft: Prisoners of the Mist

Within the swirling Mist (IC) => Biographies => Topic started by: Mailbox0000 on July 08, 2013, 03:33:37 AM

Title: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 08, 2013, 03:33:37 AM
Where to properly begin? Is there such a thing?
Perhaps, though I know nothing of the sort.
One moment I am in Port-á-Lucine, obeying my father's will, when next I am enveloped in mists and suddenly upon a hill overlooking a pack of wolves.
Mon dieu, how suddenly things can change.
I have heard of those who are taken by the mists from various realities, and have been told the mists have a mind of their own. Seeking all for a purpose, however great , however small.
I wonder then what purpose it has for taking me.
In the city, my home, I was but a puppet of my father. A slave to his will. Disobedience earned me the scars I live with to this day.
A reminder of how fragile I truly am, despite posturing toward otherwise.
Pain is a good teacher.  
I watch the pack as they sense some prey and disappear into the wood, when they return it is at the heel of a wild eyed deer.
They catch it, and they feast.
I watch this all from my perch and am reminded how I am alone, far from everything I once knew and held as my reality.
I am free, and I am no deer.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 09, 2013, 09:22:24 AM
I have learned I am In Barovia.
A fisherman offered information readily enough after nearly having a heart attack at my sudden appearance.
Like he had seen a ghost.
The day here is harsh, the night lethal. I have found refuge in a temple of all places.
The Temple of Dawn.
I watch the many and different faces as they flit in and out and about. Some never to be seen again.
I hear the cultists say the end of each day is but the beginning of another, so long as you do not become lost in the night.
I feel they are right, in just about every connotation conceivable.
I have committed atrocities in my father's name, though I will no longer live in his shadow.
Not here, not now.
I have taken a new name, a new identity, discarding the lacquered blacks I once owned in favor of something a little more... unique.
How easily I stand out in a crowd, perhaps this cloak is too much.
I'll just have to live with it.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 10, 2013, 09:38:03 AM
I have had the misfortune of arriving just at the onset of winter.
As such, there is precious little honest work to be found, not that I've ever subscribed. If one is to make a solar here there must be blood and toil.
This suits me just fine, as my facility for violence is extraordinary.
If there is one thing I have taken with me from home, it is the art of murder.
I can't say how many have died by my hand, the memories are a distant haze.
Regardless of what was said, regardless of how they screamed.
There are exceptions, of course, the voices that persist.
I tell myself I was only following orders,
that it was all I knew,
that I was afraid,
alone, a slave;

but we always have a choice.

When reverie fails me, my friend does not.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 12, 2013, 07:39:56 PM
The preacher comes, rain, snow, or sun shine.
Near upon every day.
Most of his words fall on deaf ears, but mine are keen
and his words resonate deep within me,
painting a picture of otherwise undefined thoughts and experience.
Patterns in the abstract.
Peace of mind is beyond any price, and he gives it freely,
if you are willing to listen.
If you are willing to learn.

Though all the knowledge in the world means nothing without application...
My mind returns to home, the life I lived in the past.
The friends I had are long gone now, even before the mists took me.
Dead or retired and having fled the city to enjoy their lives.
I learned almost all I know through them,
one way or another.
I wish I could thank them for the lessons that see me through hard times.
That make me the person I am today.
I will never forget, in all my years remaining.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 14, 2013, 05:38:21 PM

"Remove hood and state name and occupation."

"Argali. Hunter and vagabond."

"Move along, fey."

"I always do."

"Nu backtalk, fey."

I smile.
I find myself in the Drain, awaiting the arrival of an associate when -she- comes...
The She-Devil.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting on someone."

"For what?"

"Work, perhaps."

She smiles.

"Come with me."

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 15, 2013, 03:13:34 AM
It turns out my associate belongs to some caliban gang.
A caliban gang composed of not a single caliban.
The Wrongborn.
A fitting name, none-the-less, given the circumstances that have led each to join its ranks.
"Our priority is to protect and serve the interest of the Drain's common-health.
Will you kill whoever I ask?"

"Non. I offer no such promise of loyalty, only honesty."

"You wouldn't be asked to do anything without a reason or you are comfortable with,
for instance, one of our members refuses to kill children."


"Will you kill whoever I ask?"

"If so, without hesitation."

She smiled as if to suggest, "we'll see".

"My subordinate speaks highly of you, I'm convinced.
Expect a job soon."

Not long after I learned there is a second gang in the Drain.
The Fangs.
Their boss shambled up to our table as he was introduced to us newcomers.
Words were shared, though I remember most a single comment of his...
Humorous, if not indicative.
"All them yellowskins look the same to me."
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 15, 2013, 06:45:10 PM
It is easy to regress into old habits.
To find yourself in the same place and the same predicament and scarcely notice it.
I am a killer by trade, though nothing made me happier than to escape that world of politics.
To be free to live my own life.
And yet here I am again, being drawn into the kennels...
... but I am no dog.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 17, 2013, 03:27:59 AM

"Yesterday's a dream, tomorrow's a vision,
Today is when we make a decision."

Those were not the Dawn cultist's words, precisely... but that is how I remember them.
A funny thing, memory.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 19, 2013, 09:19:11 PM

She was livid.
I told her restraint was key,
though she did not hear me.
Her mind was far and away, besieged on all sides by enemies...
Though I never saw a single one.

Belief is funny, however,
in that if you believe something hard enough,
it has the tendency to come true.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 21, 2013, 01:30:05 AM
Where ever I go, where ever I look,
they play at their politics,
their game of thrones.
I swore I'd play no part, but I already have.
The Wrongborn are no more...
...the Fang flourish.

I hardly understand what even occurred, but it was fast,
and it was final.
HE is no caliban of small means.
Whether a bluff or a legitimate seizure of power,
it's all the same.
So much changed at his whim.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 26, 2013, 10:45:22 AM

I smile in the face of death. For even if I die horribly, I lived well.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 04, 2013, 01:26:25 PM
She's always there, no matter what I do.
Through the best, through the worst.
She's seen it all and can smile at me in such a way I feel that everything that's come before...
...is nothing to what's to come.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 07, 2013, 01:35:25 PM

It is a fool's prerogative to take offense where none is intended, and greater still where it is.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 08, 2013, 12:35:28 PM
I saw an old friend.
I was excited to see her, to speak how we used to,
but she didn't seem to recognize me.
It filled me with an indescribable melancholy, though it has passed.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 08, 2013, 04:33:22 PM
Our orders were clear, Boss Skinny left no room for confusion:
Last one standing was the winner.
He paid for two barrels of Hoth's cheapest swill, though it seemed more like Hoth paid -him- to take them...
We realized that... nobody wins in a drinking challenge.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 10, 2013, 08:32:36 AM
The landscape down here changes like the contents of the runoff.
Its almost amusing.
First the Wrongborn were done away with, now their replacement, the Shunned.
The specifics are beyond me, once again, but the message is clear:
Don't cross the figureheads.
I've been around these games enough to understand them.
Its only the version the Drain plays is much quicker. Exile is common. Execution less so.
It is exciting, in its way, to observe these games of unknown stakes.
Everyone has an angle, and everyone is playing whether they know it or not.
Most I see scurry about, jumping at the first piece of cheese they find, only for it to be a trap, breaking their spine.
I am patient, and my move is yet to come.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 10, 2013, 03:59:40 PM

I've found, in my experience with the varied races,
in this melting pot of life,
many people are crabs.
They hate to see another climb from their confines.
To rise above.
To escape to realms denied to them.
They say Misery loves company,
and in a house of crabs, you have to step on a few faces to get where you're going.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 12, 2013, 08:47:06 AM
Surprise, surprise, another change.
Skinny is now Underboss, how exciting.
It seems there's a trail of blood leading to his new office. It will be some time before that can be cleaned up.
Neesy is the new Fang Boss... she extended Taskmaster to me, though I think I'll pass.
I don't think it would sit well with an elf telling anyone down here what to do.
Decisions, decisions.
We'll see.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 17, 2013, 07:39:32 PM
This position of Taskmaster has made me realize something.
In the end, it seems there's nothing I really want down here.
I wanted so badly to fit in,
that I failed to heed the most important thing of all:
the truth.

The truth is, I don't care about the Drain or any of it's inhabitants,
caught up in their politics and power struggles.
I'm so far removed from it I can hardly believe I stuck around as long as I did.
There are movers, shakers, and backstabbers galore down here,
and it means nothing to me.

This is their world.
Mine is somewhere else.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 26, 2013, 08:48:12 PM
Seclusion and reverie have been the only constants in my life the past while.
The Crow is there too, but she comes and goes as she is wont to.
I do not.
I sit here wondering at paths taken rather than which to take, 
but It doesn't really matter how I got here,
only where I'm going. The way leads ever on, so I've heard.

So where am I going?



Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on September 21, 2013, 12:41:39 PM

I've always had a flair for the dramatic.
There's a full moon as I right this.


I feel like I lost everything,
the Crow's flown like a fading dream.

By my command, from my hand,
in the end I hope she'll understand.

Though the rain falls on her as she flies,
it'll pass again to clear blue skies.

Sunshine, Sunshine.
Though we're strangers, its your's and mine.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 02, 2013, 06:32:42 PM


I often like to think my life has been difficult.
Waaah, I lacked proper guidance.
Waaah, I wish things were different.
Waaah, I'll never amount to anything.

Wonderful excuses to keep me from doing anything.
To abscond me from responsibility.

Its simply too easy to drown in some vice or another.

But I am a thinker, not a drinker...
I am a thespian, not a lesbian...
And I am brave... and not a slave.

I've lived so long in fear of my father  finding and killing me that I've simply hidden away.
Invariably, his shadow always finds me.
I can see it clearly now,
and I am not afraid anymore.
If he should claim my life,
so be it.

I will die free,
and wild,
and me.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 03, 2013, 11:51:12 AM
I have a life.
It's amazing how things can be when you aren't busy worrying about others,
planning and scheming how to act and behave.
That's what a doppelganger (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doppelg%C3%A4nger) does.
I've always played things by ear.
Plans have the nasty habit of falling apart, leaving you to improvise with the pieces.
Especially when your plans involve that most chaotic element;

Title: Heterochromia: Two Worlds
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 04, 2013, 03:05:59 AM
I spend an inordinate amount of time in and around the Temple of Dawn.
I've heard countless sermons from all manner of faiths.
This is what I believe...

There is a force called destiny.
Our death's are predetermined.
We all get the same deal, a life time.

Thus, fear...
is irrational; insanity.

It brings men to spiritual death long before their biological one.
We are spiritual beings having a physical experience,
not the other way around.

["Every man dies- not every man really lives."]

Many turn to anger to fight their fears, this in turn leads to hate, which in turn leads to suffering. (sue me)
Fighting darkness with darkness results in a whole lot of god damn darkness.
It's a bottomless pit:
the Abyss.

["He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster... when you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you..."]


Those in darkness seek to fill their void for lack of light.
Lack of virtue (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtue).
They turn to wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony.
At worst, embracing and exuding these qualities and becoming paragons of evil,
corrupting and pulling down other souls to their personal level of hell.


Of course... misery LOVES company.

[" Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity. "]

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 04, 2013, 03:47:26 PM
As there is a place called hell,
there too is a place called heaven.

These are states of mind,
spiritual realms we inhabit NOW.
Whether we know it or not.

We don't find these realms after a biological death,
but rather, a spiritual one.
We die in our spirits and are reborn countless times.
It is how we grow,
how we change.

Many refuse to die.
They cling wretchedly to life,
living ever after in denial;

Death is a cycle of life.
To persist stubbornly after the fact is unnatural and leads to cancer in the spirit.

It is then important to learn to identify symptoms of this cancer in others and, most importantly,
one's self.
Lest you find yourself in the abyss amongst the countless legions of hell.

["Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see." -Helen Keller]

["Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything." -George Bernard Shaw]
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 05, 2013, 03:13:13 PM
I've left Barovia behind.
It was beginning to feel like a prison of sorts.

Passing through the mists a wolf crossed my path.
It was alone... and old, and huge.
It looked down on me and growled, baring its teeth.
...I turned to stone.
It bristled and lowered its head to pounce when my senses found me,
and my blades found my hands.

I had never seen such a specimen as this.

Words left my lips,
"I have teeth too, loup."

The wolf's head raised and its entire posture changed.
I felt a weight off my shoulders.
It's oppressive aura was gone.
It stared at me a long while, placid,
and then it left.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 06, 2013, 01:04:29 PM
~   ~~~   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   ~~~   ~
I have heard tales of the infamous Castle Ravenloft,
though seeing it is another thing entirely.

All the stories and accounts I've heard share one thing in common, however,
none wish to return to those halls.

Fortress of Regrets would be a more fitting name.

~~   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   ~~
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 09, 2013, 12:55:24 AM

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 11, 2013, 11:16:02 PM


Before I came to these lands I walked far different ones.
I had a friend from the forests of Yadyada who loved to tell stories.

One night around a fire he told me this one:

"Once upon a time there was a scorpion at the bank of a river. He looked far as he could but found no manner of crossing-"

I interrupted, "Heard this one before."

"Are you certain?"

"Pretty. Scorpion and the Frog, yeah."

He stared. "If you interrupt me again, I will kill your entire family. I will begin with the pets, so you must teach your children of death. Then-"

I motioned him on, "Finish yer damn story!"

He continued, "The scorpion, however, saw a frog wading in the river. Tranquil and oblivious. He called out to the frog from the bank,
"Lo' my good fellow, Frog! I see you so at one with these waters, yet I lack any such confidence. Could you perhaps aid one in need?"

"The frog responded after a moment's deliberation.
"Wha'do'ya need, huh?"
"I need to cross this river! I was hoping you could ferry me across upon your back."
"I dunno... I heard yer a bad way."
"Oh, preposterous. I wouldn't harm you. How then would I get across? I give you my assurance I bear no ill will upon you, my amphibian friend."

"At this, the frog deliberated some more before nodding and wading toward the scorpion"
"Alright, then. Yer speaking sense ta me. Hop on"
"And the scorpion did, and as they were crossing the river, suddenly, the frog felt a stabbing pain in his back. He turned to see the scorpion's barb retracting as he grew numb and began to drown."
"Wh-why? Ya prick! We're -both- gonna die!"
"The scorpion leaned toward the frog's ear."
"I can swim."

It was not the version I knew.

I laughed and learned a lesson:
Never judge a book by its cover...
or something.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 12, 2013, 10:10:10 PM


Enough little things can go a long way,
with enough put together like the links of a chain.
A chain of events with a single intent.
Without being sundered we can accomplish wonders.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 22, 2013, 09:50:36 PM
I've lived my entire life in a city amongst humans.
In many regards, I consider myself one.
I've always felt there was something missing, though.
Something awry.

Everywhere I look someone is rushing to do this or that... or die.
A lot of people just give up.
They dream, but never wake up,
smothered by wishes and goals and worries.
Before I was taken by the mists, I remember simpler times.
I was a pawn, certainly, though even under those circumstances
I was free. Nothing held me back.

When the mists took me,
all I concerned myself with was proving myself.
To my father,
to myself, but...

What's there to prove?

That I'm me?


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 29, 2013, 07:28:46 PM
The Solpotent

No man is my maker
no treasure is greater
than the sun and the breeze
clean water and the trees

-Verse from the Book of Sol

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on November 11, 2013, 01:53:54 AM
Story Time

The preacher was late.
He always came this time of day, reliable as the Lamordian time-piece Argali now referenced.
She clicked it shut with disatisfaction, wondering to his whereabouts.
A breeze played over the field she resided, rustling the grass and leaves.
She was alone as usual, though it never deterred the Preacher before.
He had taken an interest in the outlandish elf and her peculiar behavior, and had appropriated her as a disciple of sorts,
instructing her in the way of the Lord and Deity he wouldn't name.
They would meet every week, and he would speak, and she would listen.
Slowly but surely she had shown progress, meeted by the less and less frequent lapse of judgement or sanity, depending on who you asked.
Argali was a troubled soul, and nothing prior to the preacher's efforts had shown any result.
Each week she would leave him full of peace, and the next she would return lacking and hungry for more.
The preacher had never been late before.
Argali waited, impatient, anxious.

Some hours later an old man showed himself on the field, ambling his way over to the tree Argali postured under.
Argali gave the man a three fingered salute. "Father."
The old man returned it. "Forgive my old bones, I'm not as young as I used to be."
"I think you were born old, father."

He shook his head briefly. "Oh, no, no. Believe it or not I was once as young and insufferable as you, my dear."
He nodded sagely and Argali smirked.
"You are alone." He remarked.
"You never fail to notice."
He stroked the gray stubble at his chin, quirking a bushy brow. "I'm beginning to wonder if you have friends at all."
Argali smiled in her reserved fashion.
"As you revealed last week, my pride and arrogance seldom allows equals, let alone superiors."
He nodded once. "Such a lonely world. What have you done with this revelation?"
"Acknowledged it. Repented. Though still I find myself guarded more often than not."
"Why are you afraid, my dear?"
"I'm not afraid."
She almost snapped.
"You can lie to yourself, but not to me."
Argali chuckled. "Now who is arrogant?"
The old man sighed. "You are so clever, Argali. Such a gift you have, yet you have turned it into a curse."
The elf paused. "Explain."
"Through your iniquity you have built a fortress within your mind full of dark rooms and labyrinth halls.
Though you have conquered many demons, there is yet still one hiding within this fortress."

Argali had grown quiet now and simply listened as he continued.
"This is why you crave my ministry. I speak judgement to this monster and it hides away behind its walls.
When it is weak, you know peace and joy for its absence. As time passes, it comes out of hiding, whispering blasphemies and confounding your thoughts.
When you look for the source of these thoughts, it hides in the vastness of the fortress you have built for it but,
Argali, you are the architect of your mind. You can make a door to nowhere lead to anywhere.
You have the power.
You must find where this monster hides, and cast it back into the pits of hell.
I cannot help you with this, and I must leave you now."
The old man straightened up with his staff and turned, taking leave at his elderly pace.
Argali protested. "But you've only arrived!"
The old man continued on his way. "You rely on me too heavily and my back is tired, my dear. I will not be here forever, or much longer for that matter."
He stopped and turned to Argali with a daft old smile."I have taught you much and have faith you will know what to do."
Argali stared at him incredulously. "You've only just arrived, late, at that, and you're leaving."
"I may be old, but I am not deaf." The old man squinted at the elf and stroked his stubbled chin. "Though I am beginning to wonder about you.
I had thought those ears were for more than show."

Argali was not amused.
The old man was as he continued on his way.
As he drew distance he spoke again. "You know what to do!"
Argali was petulant. "What do I know?"
"More than you think." He replied, and then there was silence but for the wind.
Argali slumped against the tree and puzzled at those words. "More than you think." She murmured, and closed her eyes to find reverie.. .

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on November 12, 2013, 11:04:08 AM

Story Time
Chapter 1:   "Childhood"

Argali cried out as she was struck.
First by her father, then by the floor as it came rushing up to meet her.
China shattered all around.
The young elf clutched her face and writhed in agony as her father produced an embroidered handkerchief and dabbed the blood from his hand.
Wisps of eldritch energy coiled and dissipated as he stood haughtily over his fallen daughter.
Though she gasped and hissed in pain, she did not cry. She learned long ago not to cry.
"You are utterly inept, child. I am left to marvel at the exact involvement of my genetics in your composition."
Argali stammered through her torn and bloodied lip. "I.. I am sorry, father. I tried."
"You tried? Did you see how I tried to strike you? What was the result?"

Argali took a moment to compose herself, the word stung. "Success."
"I would say that I am disappointed, but I have come to expect such failure from you. If you were not my seed you would not rise again.
Do you see my dilemma? How I must suffer you?"

"Y-yes, father."
He crouched near Argali and held her chin up through his handkerchief, turning her head to study her scars and his most recent addition.
"The day I am proud to call you daughter I will remove these scars. Until then, let them serve to remind you.
I pray by the nine you will learn your lesson."
He released her face and rose.
"Now clean this mess up, and remember, I like my coffee black."
He strode from the room leaving Argali behind.
She would not forget.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on November 14, 2013, 11:09:01 PM
Story Time
Chapter 2: "Shadow Academy"


   "My, how you dance, Argali!"
Argali panted, each breath heaving her shoulders. Blood ran down her arm and trickled from her fingertips to mingle with the steadily growing pool of blood from her facedown opponent. Her instructor smiled. "Your father would be proud." Argali looked instinctively to the back aisle of the theater as if her father might have arrived late for her assessment, but he never did. Her instructor strode across the stage with a singular applause. "Bravo, Argali, bravo!" He casually side-stepped Argali's fallen opponent and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Your first victory! Is it not sweet?" He breathed deep of the air, forming his fingers at it's perceived exquisiteness. Then smiled again to the budding elf and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "How once you were so timid and your steps so afoul, you have grown a grace befitting your lineage."

   Argali swallowed, still recovering from her ordeal. "Merci, instructeur.." Her eyes never left her fallen opponent. Argali had only gotten the upper hand in their bout because she was knocked into a brazier, spilling it over. Her human opponent did not adjust to the suddenly dim lighting as well as the elf. She frowned and winced at the pain in her arm. "What is wrong, Argali?" She looked up to her instructor. "It was not a fair fight. I would have lost had I not knocked over the light." The instructor chuckled and squeezed her shoulder. "You are like a mouse but in you I see a lion, Argali. There is more to combat than what is in your hands. The greatest strike is the one that defeats your opponent. In this case it was to the brazier, inadvertently as it was, let it be a lesson to you. Remember, there is no fight worth fighting that is worth fighting fair." Argali lowered her head and nodded. "Oui, instructeur."

   The instructor lowered his hand to her back to lead her away. "Go see to your wounds, little lion. I will see to your kill's." Argali gave a small bow and a final glance to the dead girl and the empty aisle, then exited stage left.


   She had mixed emotions over her win. She knew what it felt like to die. She had been killed in three of her previous four assessments. The time she lived she wished she hadn't. It was a day later in the academy when she was summoned by her instructor. Argali gave it little thought as she walked the halls, her mind on the previous day's events. When she arrived at the office the door was open and her instructor was speaking quietly with her father. She froze.

   The instructor bade her in. "Come in, come in! Your father has come to see you!" She did as bid, as if in a trance. Her father stared at her coldly, and then he did something she had never seen before. He smiled. "I've heard the result of your latest assessment, child. I am pleased." He moved toward her and raised a hand to touch her face. Instinctively she flinched, giving him pause, though he touched her cheek all the same and spoke. "I do not attend your assessments as I only care for the results. I pray by the nine you continue to make me proud." The instructor hid his smirk. Her father smiled. Argali was speechless.

For the remainder of her years in Shadow Academy she never lost again.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 07, 2013, 04:34:03 AM

She awoke from her reverie without a motion save for a twitch of her ears and the opening of her eyes. Her only fanfare was a roll of her neck. It sounded a lot like cracking knuckles.
Rising with a billow of her cloak she stood at the window to see the source of the noise which roused her. It was dark outside, though a moot point to her elven eyes.

It was time to go.


She stood on the roof outside. It was a brisk if otherwise quiet evening. Below she could hear them searching her room. She even heard one at the windowsill looking to her whereabouts.
She was confident they wouldn't look up. Most don't, and even if they did, she didn't much care. She was spoiling for a fight about now. Too long had she run. Too long had she hid.
There just wasn't much of that left. One way or another the fear had given way. First to anger. Now to something far more potent: Peace.

They would come, she would evade, but sooner or later you run out of alleys, sewers and roofs. Sooner or later the torches find you, and if you're not prepared, if you've spent too long in the shadows,
you're liable to be blinded.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 08, 2013, 03:06:43 PM
~Confidentials: I

Frothy: A Drunk of Werta, as she puts it. Amiable and instantly likeable. How can you not like a pint sized maid of.. pints? 'Walk quietly and carry a big mug' she said. Words to live by if ever there were.
Class: She appears to wield the magics of an outland power, if at an apprentice level.
Verdict: [C] If only for her numerous endeared associates.

Blardoh (aka: Crazykill): A drunk and animal abuser. Came off as decent enough, apart from the rampant animal extinction he practiced. Frothy called him Crazykill, though never to his face after he warned he doesn't discriminate over species. He tried to show his gentler side by 'befriending' a stag. It is my suspicion that fear, rather than love, was the motivating factor in that short-lived relation. Losing him behind us to a bend in the road, the stag was never seen again.
Class: He wielded two weapons at once and prefered to flank. Given this and his ability to cow animals to his whim and fancy I'd label him a ranger of sorts. Of sorts.
Verdict: [C] His combat capability was definitively passable.

Jethro: Not a man of many words. I perhaps gleaned through a peephole of his character. He came across as a resolute ally.
Class: A man of few words, and many arrows. Insufficient data.
Verdict: [D] When ambushed by ogres in the pass, he performed poorly, though fully in defense of his one bespoke ally in our travelling party, Frothy.

Skinny (aka: Fredek, aka: Underboss, aka: That Green Bastard): A calculating creature. I imagine he sees people as weapons and tools of various make and composition. I wonder what he sees in me?
If Neesy is any indicator, he has a soft-spot for the criminal and insane.
Class: He wields magic, axes, and minions. Big ones. All of them.
Verdict: [A] Given his ties to criminal elements and arcane, martial, and political prowess I have no illusion to the threat he poses should he ever decide to, mh... posture. I have laid hands on him once, and it is purely by his green graces I live to lay them on others. Such is someone's influence when they can end a coup with an utterance, and inspire lessons without ever explaining themselves. It is my opinion the Skinny is stooped under the weight of appearing less assuming. The mistake of crossing him is a burden most don't survive.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 15, 2013, 01:23:08 PM

I've done many wrongs in my life. I've taken the life of men, woman, children... people who didn't want to die.
People who had done nothing wrong.
Their blood is on my hands. It stains like nothing else.
I see them in my dreams. Persecuting apparitions. They condemn me, and shackle chains to my hands and feet and neck.
I have been their prisoner for the longest time,
but no longer.

I have experienced and learned much.
I have forgiven myself.
The banshees wail but I do not listen.
I will not allow what I have done to affect what I will do.
What I AM.

It is said:
"To err is human;
to forgive, divine."


Nothing will hinder me for long.
I am unlimited.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 17, 2013, 10:50:23 PM


What a rude introduction I had to his domain. I was scarcely prepared.
I've never much liked wizards, and now, even less the undead variety.
His tower was like an extension of himself, and reality was a tenuous concept at best within its walls.
It was surreal, as if we were strolling through a broken mind; a nightmare that never ends.
Like most wizards, his knowledge and power made him arrogant. He believed himself above the ruck, superior,
and in his hubris learned there is always something greater.

Finally, at the nightmare's end, was the lich himself.
My companions spared no breath, they never postured or gloated.
They destroyed him with extreme prejudice.
They said he would return, he will always return, and never rest; undead.
But for one who thought so highly of himself, there simply wasn't much to marvel at.
He should have walked quietly and carried a big mug.
Instead he has become some parable, and I am left to wonder at the folly of Pride.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 22, 2013, 12:54:50 AM
~~~~~~            ~~~      ~~    ~    ~~      ~~~            ~~~~~~
I'm nearly a century old. Venerable by human standards, though really only a child to the teu-tel-quessir, my people.
My people... I know so very little of them.
I never learned of the Seldarine, of our creator and nature.
I was brought up in a house of Asmodeus, taught what to think, not how to think.
Out here on my own I've met many people. I even have the pleasure to call some friend.
I've met teachers, preachers, philosophers and rebels.
I've met criminals, vagabonds, mutants, and nobles.
If there is one thing I have learned, it's that life is like a song, meant to be danced to while the music is playing.
Some dance, some wait, and some hate it, but in the end all that really matters is the dance.

I'm nearly a century old  and am only learning this. Just goes to show...
you're never too old to know better.
~~~~~~            ~~~      ~~    ~    ~~      ~~~            ~~~~~~

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 28, 2013, 02:00:08 AM
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on January 28, 2014, 10:23:02 PM
Story Time
Chapter 3: "The Revenant" Part I


  Argali reached a hand toward the fading glimmers of light as she sank into the depths. Blood stained the waters and trailed from her movements in swirling wisps as darkness closed in. It had gone wrong, it had all gone wrong. She could still see the face of her partner smiling as she discovered the blade in her gut. She could remember words before she was kicked into the icy abyss. "Know the only thing worse than failure, Gally..? Succeeding at something that doesn't matter."

  Argali found herself wondering at those words as she weakly grasped the last glimmers of light. Was he referring to Shadow Academy (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg435809#msg435809), where they had met and become friends? That must have been it. Argali never lost an assessment fight, a point of some pride to her, though at the moment it seemed pointless. She let her guard down where it mattered and allowed him to get close, just so he could betray her when the cards were on the table, so to speak. The heist was a big one. Her father would be furious.

The last light died then, and it became very cold. Argali's heart beat slower and slower... until it didn't beat at all.

And in that timeless darkness, she was alone.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on January 29, 2014, 05:49:56 PM
Story Time
Chapter 3: "The Revenant" Part II
 Argali sank deeper and deeper into the cold abyss, dreaming of the life she once had and all the people she would never see again.
Friends, enemies, family. She had been warned of her folly, though hardly listened.
Everyone she loved abandoned her to her fate. How else could she have ended up here?
Her dreams twisted at the thought.
An anger sparked in her, quickly flaring and swelling in her chest. Her heart beat. Then again...
NO! Her eyes shot open.
It could not end like this! She was betrayed by sycophants and liars.
Her fingers twitched as the poisonous thoughts scoured her mind. She would show them. She would show them all.


When she came from that darkness she was changed.
Crawling ashore, she rose like some zombie and wandered off into the night.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on January 30, 2014, 05:27:09 PM
Story Time
Chapter 4: "Body Count"
From the smoke there was a brief clash of steel followed by a gargle and thud as a body hit the floor.
Argali strode from the dissipating smoke like an apparition, blood leaking ever slower from her sword, leading a trail from a corpses silhouette.
The oracle spoke. "Who- who comes with such prejudice to my sanctum?"  
His eyes widened with recognition as Argali came to a halt a few paces from his chair. She stared, her face streaked with blood.
"Argali? I had heard you were dead.. what are you doing?" His visage spoke solely of confusion.
The elf's mouth twitched. "You ask a lot of questions.. for an oracle."
His nostrils flared as he sat up and motioned to his dead companion. "Explain yourself!"
Argali sneered as she continued her approach, sword creaking in hand.
The oracle slumped back in his chair, watching her. "I see you are blind in your conviction- "
She raised her sword to his face.

"What do you see now?"
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox0000 on February 05, 2014, 12:29:36 AM

"Do dead men dream?"

 "Yes, but that is all. It's time to go."



Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 18, 2015, 04:10:41 PM
As her savings dwindled, her dissatisfaction grew.
Argali sat at a table puzzling over a tarot spread. At first the cards were a great mystery to her, a puzzle to which she thought to unravel the secrets of existence.
Over time, however, they began to torment her. The harder she sought to find, the easier she became lost in a world of symbols and portents.

The latest spread agitated her the most. Death stared her in the face.
It occurred over and over and there was no escape. It had come to where she hardly left her room at all. She saw shadows in every corner.
She was afraid and woefully alone, having secluded herself and alienated anyone who might have called her friend.
The seasons passed thus.


One stormy evening, a crow cawed at her windowsill inexplicably.
She thought of former companions then. The crow cawed incessantly, accusingly. A fear she couldn't quite place blossomed in her chest and she longed for silence.
A bolt of lightning split the heavens, the thunderous boom rattled the window and gave her a start.
The crow remained, cawing, mocking. Anger took the place of her fear now.
She moved with purpose toward the rattling window when it burst open.
Her room was pandemonium.


The crow flew madly about her room in the tempest. Her sheets and loose belongings becoming scattered in the chaos as she wildly fought to close the window.
In the aftermath she looked for the crow, finding no trace in her room. She wondered at the window.
Turning, she stopped over her scattered tarot, lifting the single face-up card.


She laughed, checking out of the tavern that evening.
The rain was cleansing.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 16, 2015, 05:11:46 PM

A noise stirred Argali from reverie. Uneasiness gripped her as fluttering eyes failed to pierce the dark around her.
The noise, again, scuttling and sickening. She couldn't place it to either side of her.
With bated breath she finally breathed, "..Who's there?"

A thousand thousand voices reverberated from the dark, "I̠̭ ̧̥̤̳̯̦͈a̖̥̰͟m̥͉̬̘̜ ͎I̛̗!͇"
Argali shuddered, eyes darting frantically in the void. She began slowly to stand, unable to see a thing.
Sheer malice boomed from the dark, "Kn̻̻e̻̜̳͚̪͉ͅe̮͇̩l͖̹̦̖̪̲,͔͈͈̰̝̭̘ ͇̫̻̖̩͖͇w͍͕̬h͓͉̲̪̹̙o̱r͍̗̥e͉̗ͅ!̟̭̣̰̖͈ ̥̘͚̲͚͎D̼͔̱̬o̬͕̞͓̹͍s̫ͅt͎̫̝̬ ̠t̞̤h̭̹̮o̠̪̼͔͙͔̝ṵ̬͔̳ ̯͚̹̝̻͔d̮̼̬a̙̠r̠̹̙e̻̺̠̼͉̜̲ ̻̹t͇̥̻̗̜̘o̥̤ ͕͕̩s̱͚̭̻̰̯̩t̠͕̬̫a̘͍̮n̬̣͍̰͇ͅd̪̪̺̦͉̣ ̻̱̝a̟̺̠̩ͅs͓̫͇̟ ̱̻̖̫ͅe͎̻̻̹q̪̦u̳ͅa̯̤̲̱̼͎ls͖̥̤?̱̲̲"
Paralysis gripped her momentarily, quickly followed by grim resolution. She stood tall, a hand moving over her blade. The entity laughed loudly.

"T̺h͔͚̹̦i͚nk̮͍͎̞̱̩e̼̣̰ͅs͙͉̼͔͇̗t͓̦̲ͅ ̠̝̪͍t͎͍̯̠͕͍ho͈̼̞u̫̪͍̘,̥̺̹ ̟̦̯͕̼̞̰O̰̰ ͓̥̣̰f͔̤o̜ͅol͍̘,̼̠̩̙͉̜ ͖t͕̜̲̦̪̝ͅo̺ ͓̞d̥͕͓̫e̟͓̘f̪͍̙̜̟y ̘̟̹̫̻̹m͈̠̥y͇̭̖͚ͅ ͖̗͇̻̬ͅw̮̬̫̗͔͕ͅi̪̰̲l̻̬͔̙l?̯ ͍̤̗̥͈͚͓W̯͈̤hat̩͔ ̹͓͍̙̠̮̺po͇w̖̣̜e̹r͈̦̝̼̫ ̻̻̙̭̤͖h͈̞̬͍͚ast ̹͉͈̖͎̪t̺͍̬͖h͎̞̯͖͙̻o͉̗͔̹̳u̩ ̖̙͍o̟̮͉̟̦͈v͙͕̼̮͈͉̳e̖̪̩ͅr̯͖͈̳̟͍ ͍̻I͇̳̭?"
Argali stood hunched, ready to pounce at the slightest indication. "I don't care who you think you are.. I know who I am, and who I am not."
The darkness laughed wildly. "Sp̣͓̥̪ḙ̗̰͍͔͙̘ak͇̟̺̝͖̺e̮̹t̙͉͍̟̯h̞͚̮̹̥̙̮ ̬͍͕ṯ̪͍h̗̣̯͇͕ḙ̱n̦͚̠̲̻̦,̟̮ O ̩̠͔s̱a̻͍̫͉g̲̺̦̰͙̗̮a̞̯̞̱͖̬̟c̲̠̞i̺̻͔̫o͖u̺s̼̙̺ ͕̖̼̬͇̼o͕͚n̞e͉̱̼̝,͔ͅ ̗̰w͓̜̭̣͖h͉̞̳͖͖o͉͙̭̺̜ ͎͇̬̪̫̝a̱r͕t͇̝̫ t̫̦̝̞̥h͕̤̭̮o̳̤u̮͖͖̻ ̮a̜͚̗͙n͙͇̫̞d̗̺̳ ͙̙̩̠̦̦ͅa̙̼͈̦̥̟̺r̲͉͇̪͚͈t̘̺͚̟̝̪̲ t̰̣̖ho͎͔̳u̖̳̼͎͙̞ͅ ̣̳̲n̖̱o̖͖̰̖̤͙ͅt͚̣̳̞͍̣?̣̼̦̭͉͕̼"
After a moment of silence Argali spoke, "I am more than a name, and I am not afraid."
A hissing began to emanate from all around her, as if the darkness were composed of a thousand serpents "W̭e̘̖̟̗͓̱ ̩s̝͖̼͕̫̫̣h̦͙̝͓͔̞a̟͓̥l̫l̖̭ ͓͍̟ͅs͉̠̩͔͚̖ee̳̥!̠͍̱̻"

Argali drew her sword and the darkness screamed as the blade roared into life, wreathing in flames, and there was light.
Before her was a writhing mass of hideous, ever changing, faces. They assumed the form of countless people she knew and had known and spoke as one.
The pulsating mass burst into flames as Argali's sword pierced its core.
The screaming dark roared every profanity known to man and some yet to be discovered, shuddered and then dispersed into the void.
"You are nothing."

As the entity disappeared, so to did the flames dim and die from her sword. She wondered at it in the dying light, and then it was dark again.
In the distance a dim light shone. Argali followed it.


Argali awoke from reverie beneath the tree the preacher had left her. She flicked open her time-piece and stood, dusting herself in the process.
A smile touched her scarred visage as she started from the shadows of the tree.
The breeze was cool, and the sun was especially rare.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 22, 2015, 12:47:24 AM
"Gali? What ya wanna be when ya grew up?"

 "Me, of course!"

 "Ya mean a loser- pehehehe! Ow! Hey! OW!! I was jus' jookin'!"
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 23, 2015, 07:44:33 PM
Argali sat posted with a leg dangling over the cliff edge, one knee propped supporting her elbow, smouldering pipe in hand. The embers were so like her mind at that moment, burning with quiet, crackling potential.
The past days had been fruitful, she had set out and accomplished a great deal. She had even had fun doing it. The only concern of her mind at that moment was the recent din of Vrolok activity. The creatures were frightening to say the least, though a reality none-the-less. You adapt or die, and death was a tedious affair in this realm.

 She puffed from her pipe. The wizard's weed helped mellow her to a level of rational she seemed incapable of since first arriving in Vallaki. Above shone the moon, and below, at a distance, Vallaki glowed like a sore on the land, tendrils of smoke wisping into the aether. The elf smiled, making off like a thief in the night.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 28, 2015, 08:44:12 PM
  Perhaps she was lonely. Panting, she wiped sweat from her brow, one eye stinging for the effort. Rubbing at it she took a seat on a surprisingly comfortable log, minding the slight and play of local wildlife. A pair of squirrel scarpered from a tree, the quicker stealing away with a nut. A frog hopped along gayly with a ribbit, oblivious to the beady death stare from the eyes of a snake not far removed. A crow landed with a rustle of wing upon the bough of a tree nearby.

  Argali managed most of the sting from her eye amidst the cacophony of forest life. Her breath leveled quickly. She was getting stronger. Invariably, thoughts turned to her former paramour. Thoughts she failed to bury with activity. Thoughts with a life their own, of the most resilient kind. Perhaps I should find her, she thought. She loved me. She understood me. The elf shook her head. Perhaps she was just lonely. The forests teemed with an energy she couldn't describe. Something primordial and wise. Something she lacked growing up in the city, yet always had somehow. It was simply in her. It was her. The snake made its move all at once, a whisper closing in on the frog. Soon it would know the final secrets. Argali watched.

   As the snake struck, the crow suddenly cawed and would simply not stop, as if to say, you let it happen! Argali stared a while before rising to leave.
   Nature will run its course, she thought, as she moved along like a river. Or time.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 04, 2015, 02:59:52 PM
Her voice was strange to her, and yet all too familiar. When did she start talking like that? Her face hurt from laughter. Her hands bled from conflict. Her eyes gleamed with life and mischief and hunger. Want. She had almost forgotten what it felt like, to want. To know. To be silent. To dare.

   Her companion bumped into her back. They shared a glance, wild eyed smiles. She never felt more alive, backs pressed together, death closing in.

   The universal elements swirled within her, destroying whatever social constructs imprisoned her. Devious fabrications. Simpering limitation... She heaved in breath, re-gripping gory blades with a satisfying squelch of blood and creak of leather. The wolves bayed and barked, stepping over fallen pack-mates, tooth and gum bare. Saliva dripping. Eyes burning. Words could not convey the joy she felt at the prospect of bending her foes over her blades. They didn't teach that in sermon. They suppressed it. The wolves charged in unison, a symphony of complimentary movement. It was beautiful. Nature at its finest. Swords flashed. Blood arced and sluiced. Bones broke. Howls of pain and death filled the night sky as a Bloodmoon glowed dim and ominously overhead. She survived. The wolves were dead and dying. Her companion stumbled over as she favored an arm. They looked upon another, so like wild animals in that moment.

   "You beautiful savage."

   She awoke from her dream.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 16, 2015, 04:53:02 PM

   Monstrous spiders. In what layer of the infinite levels of abyss were such creatures conceived? Spears for legs, nightmares for eyes. They were hairy too. Good gods, why are such things allowed to be? Perhaps because there are no gods. They're all dead. Dead or gone rotten like the rest of this world.

   Monstrous spiders. There were so many and so little time. At least Sal got out. Got me out too, in the end. Now we share more than a similar lineage in common. I hate spiders. Everything about them. I would destroy them in a fiery maelstrom of rabid prejudice given enough fire and rabies. Hells on high. Gods below. Monstrous SPIDERS! Amarth faeg!
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 28, 2015, 02:19:43 AM
Argali paused at the banks of the Tser pool to examine herself. Kneeling, she studied her countenance more closely. Scarred, horrific, her lip twitched, but she didn't look away. Tracing a hand over a scar she recalled its story. They all had a story, she recounted every one thoughtfully for what must have been hours. By the end of her reflecting she saw someone else in that pool. She did not see a victim, a casualty of circumstance. No. She saw a survivor. A warrior. A champion. Of what? Her life, if nothing more. But, oh, there would be so much more.
A dog's barking drew her attention as her caravan was arriving. She turned gleaming eyes from the pool and rose. "Coming, Marco."
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 10, 2015, 09:56:57 PM
Where, oh, where have the days gone?
They seem to blur together the past while, I've been busy. That is to say, at the very least.
A friend with gold is the best I'm told. By various connotations I find this to be true. Such a shame I'm still broke.
I would be remiss, however, to complain about such frivolities. Time spent has been anything but in vanity. My debts will be paid soon. Very soon.
Nine hells. Am I free? What level is this? Am I finally free?
'Keep your head up,' the words came as if from God. We were the only two to survive.
'Keep your head up,' I was in some canopied hell; defeated. Our companion's bodies stank from upwind. I looked to him. He stared with eyes like truth.
Something in those depths reflected what he saw in me. I stood strong.
We moved on.
Sometimes, when we test our limits, we find there never were.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 19, 2015, 11:50:26 PM
"What's the point?" he asked, crestfallen.
"To grow strong," she replied. "now go."
Sighing, he renewed his complaint. "But how does this help? We already have money."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, "Everyone has butts and they all stink."
"They stink! If you can't do a simple job how can you do anything else?"
He sighed.
"If you sigh again I will choke the life from you. Go."
"You're not helping."
"I'm the best thing to ever happen to you."
He paused, opened his mouth, shut it, squinted and left.
"I hail from Riativin, perhaps you've heard of it?"
"The City of Thieves!"
She furrowed her brow. "Shit."
"Can you juggle?"
"Mostly lies."
"Hehe, knives too."
"Can I see? The knives, not the lies."
"... I have some horrible news to tell you."
"Oh, there were others there, for sure, but none so self important as I."
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 22, 2015, 11:34:11 PM
"Bless, Mother."
Her wounds were shallow, but stung all the same. Now they were whole thanks to the Priestess' touch.
Argali bowed and went her way.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 23, 2015, 10:34:07 PM
They came from everywhere.
A storm of bone and steel, plastering the cavern floors and walls in the gore of her companions.

One down.
Two down, three, four.
A horrible death rattle squelched from the most unfortunate of the fallen, split near in half from breast to groin.

You don't forget such things, not ever.

Instinct became her. That primal aspect honed and conditioned over decades of professional abuse.
Words could no longer convey any merit, there was only action.
She ran, bringing up the rear of her remaining allies:

Gergely or Geri, as she singularly seemed to refer him, a devout Morninglordian and friend.
And Ardis, a distant cousin of more classical elven lineage.

Whatever differences born between them vanished in those following moments.

Passing through a narrow arch, Argali stopped and turned.
How many times must she flee from the face of death? How many must die for her to live?

Amarth Faeg!

Bracing, an arrow whistled past her ear. Piercing steel, cracking bone. Stones quickly joined the volley.
Ardis and Geri needed no prompting.
She was not alone.
Though they held that arch against the legion, it was only just.
She and her companions were spent.
Physically, emotionally, spiritually.
Argali could only breathe as the fallen were tended, burning from exertion.
All she could think of at that moment was her father's smug face. She could almost hear him,

"Well done."

She hated that she loved him in that moment.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 29, 2015, 11:56:27 PM

Her temper was flared, bright and hot.

"Breeeeeathe, Little Lion."

She wanted to listen, but wanting something is only half the battle.
She roared, leaping at Instructor with a savage left hand with all the forces of hell behind it.
She should have listened.

Instructor was some anomaly. First she saw him, clear as day, smug as ever. Next she was flying.
She recalled a pressure at her wrist before becoming reacquainted with the ground.
"Haaaah.." Her breath abandoned her when she needed it most, karma, maybe. Instructor had warned her.
She gasped for air, eyes wide. Instructor appeared overhead.
Oddly, his accompanying gesticulations aiding in conducting the rebellious youth.
She started to regain composure after a period of shameful writhing.
Instructor began to circle her. "Of all my charges your moods are most legendary. Discipline! She is a valuable ally. She offers motivation and sound advice."
Argali climbed to her feet with effort. "Why is... Discipline... a woman?"
Instructor laughed at some great joke.

Steadying herself, Argali narrowed those queer eyes over Instructor like some beast of prey when he suddenly spoke,
"Of course you wouldn't know, you never listen." Argali stiffened as if struck, then relaxed considerably.
"Heh.." She smirked.

"This is the Argali I like. En Garde!"
Instructor lunged.
Argali was ready.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 29, 2015, 02:50:27 AM

Argali smoked her pipe quietly from a lofty vantage, high above the city streets, a leg dangling precariously over the edge. She observed the comings and goings of those below in the street lights, musing how no one ever looked up.

Church bells rang out across the city, setting birds to flight. Argali watched, invariably turning her attention to the Theatre across the way.
That's what this was about now, she hadn't been to the city since the presentation of Lefebvre's "Death Monologues".

"What will my legacy be?"
The church bells still rang.
Argali mused, "More than a pile of gold."
The bells chimed thirteen and grew silent but for their reverberation.
Argali turned, smoking from her pipe, wondering who died.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 30, 2015, 09:30:03 PM
Argali traced a finger over the spine of a leatherbound journal. Houlgrave stood not far removed, minding his business, occasionally adjusting his spectacles to observe his sole customer that evening.
"Closing soon."

Considering another moment, Argali plucked the book from its shelf. "I'll just take this."
Walking Vallaki's streets, Argali observed the dwindling activity as the sun cascaded brilliantly over the horizon, burning bright in its final moments before old night would snuff it out.
The air was tense, recent talk was of murder. Murder, wolves and winter. The locals hardly even gave the elf a sideways look, more pressing concerns, evidently.
She made the gate just before closing, the guard looking at her with some trepidation before scanning the horizon, muffling something distinctly Barovian.
A warning.
That evening the outskirts were filled with distant howls of promised violence, a storm was brewing.
Though varied, opposed, weary and or jaded, the outlanders banded together, preparing defenses before the temple of the Morning Lord.
Then they waited, sharing idle banter and worried commentary around the fires.
A howl unlike any split the din, everyone went silent.
"There! They're coming!"
A horde of werewolf came thundering from the night.
The wolves smashed into the front line, stratagem quickly dissolving into skirmishes. Then it came from the Darkness.
A werewolf larger and stronger than the rest, blacker than night, fast as light. It tore through those unfortunate enough to even be born.
Its minions fleeing or dispatched, the outlanders sought to surround the terror, nearly felling the thing- with unholy might did the thing bound free, chased by a hail of missiles, magical and otherwise.
Too fast to pursue on foot, too wounded to care for more than a next breath, the battle was ended.
Blood trickled through every crevice and there was lamentation over the dead.
Mother Lizuca had a busy evening.
Argali couldn't forget the ordeal, the creature was preternaturally cunning, unlike any specimen she had seen before.
She wondered, then, if it would remember her, and her burning sword.
Argali sat in solitude, wondering about her companions then.
Were they safe? Were they sound? Puffing from her pipe, she considered the empty journal before her.
"Everything starts.. with a single point." She reached for an implement to write with and laughed when she found nothing.
"Soon." She thought, amused by her absentmindedness.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 08, 2015, 05:13:05 AM
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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 10, 2015, 10:06:42 PM
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[The following is written in a loose flowing elven script, bound to a thin leather journal.]

Where to properly begin? Is there such a thing?
Perhaps, though I know nothing of the sort.

What I remember most keenly is pain.
An agonizing full spectrum of color and emotion. My God. The pain.
The blood. The tears, sweat and regrets.
Fighting. Fighting to breathe. To find a reason to rise one more time.
The burning sun. The comforting, numbing shadows.

After years of being lost in these mists, like so many, after years of silence and void there is vision.
So vibrant and beautiful. So intense I feel I'm only alive when striving toward it.
All the screams, the clawing and biting. The pincers and stingers, poison and traps.
Nothing can keep me from my dream but death, and I am ready to die. Again and again and again if I must.
Existing is simply not enough. It is not enough.

I deserve to be here by right of my breath alone.
This beating in my chest is purpose.
I am divinely appointed.
By blood anointed.

My past in stone, my future unwritten, what now?
Sun and fire.
A living pyre.
I know not what power hears me. I know not your name but I know you are here. Listening. Watching. Judging.
I love you.
I need you.
I miss you.
Come to me. Come now. Burn me to ghost.
Let my embers feed the trees, let me fly in the breeze, set me free from this world, and into eternity.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 23, 2015, 03:38:13 AM
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 The big boys pushed her aside,
 "Stay in line, whelp."

 Though bitten by the snake of anger, Argali managed a smile to the trio, offering a slight if cordial bow of submission.
The biggest of the boys made a noise of contempt before they moved up in line for chow.


 They didn't like smiles or things they didn't understand, like how some quiet, lanky elven girl could beat them so handily in any assessment duel in the Academy.
Alone, that is. It was no secret Argali was something of a prodigy when it came to killing. How could it be any other way with such illustrious upbringing?
It also bears to mention she was older than anyone else attending the notorious and clandestine Shadow Academy. The first of her kind in its storied history, no less; an elf!
Her instructors favored her, her classmates envied her, she kept to herself. It did little for her popularity.

 Finding her enriched gruel she thanked the server as she always did, raising the tray and bowing her head, eliciting a snort in return. Manners cost nothing and can save you from a pretty scar, she had learned, long ago. She always sat alone, back to the wall, minding her meal but keeping everything in front of her for observation with those strangely mismatched eyes. One a pale green, which tended to twitch when she was caught in some emotion or another. The other, a dark and ruddy color, comparative to the unruly curls which cascaded just over her eyes. Those eyes watched the boy approaching her table now. Argali's most recent duel.

"Hello." He smiled. Argali's eye twitched the tiniest bit, scrutinizing the young man. She could still recall those lips gurgling blood, those eyes staring at her wide and- he took a seat apart from her, startling her from her recollection.
She instinctively scanned the hall for observers, everyone pretended to mind their business. The boy came back into focus, he was studying her, curious. "Boy yer strange," he remarked at length.
The elf watched him a moment longer before he continued. "Are all elfs so strange? I heard so, but different kinda strange. Like, they like the smell of their own farts kinda strange." He gestured with a hand like he were smelling wine.
He quirked his lips a bit, his brow following suit as Argali simply watched him.
He exhaled in some humor as he rose, a hand slapping the table. "caught ya at a bad time, sorry ta-" "Wait." She said, maybe a little too loud.
Maybe it was the way she moved.
They were watching now, everyone quiet. She stared at them. Slowly, they resumed their business. Looking back, he sat again.
"Its 'elves', not 'elfs'," her lips quirked in amusement, "And we don't smell our farts out of wine glasses- whatever that means."
His brow arched, "You sure?" Argali stared at him, then smiled. "Can I help you?"
He grinned, taking a bite out of his bread, watching her. Argali settled back into her own meal, her eyes never leaving the boy's.
At length, "I like you." Her eye twitched, "I thought I was strange." "I like your strange." "What about it?" "Everything up to and including the mystery." "Mystery?"
"What are you doing here?" Argali studied him, "Bringing honor to my house."
He smirked, "Here?"
Quiet, humorless, "Everywhere."

Scratching some stubble, "Well if you wanna do that then you got some things ta learn."
Argali turned her head, regarding him sidelong, "I'm top of the class."
"And bottom of the barrel." She set her jaw at those words.
He propped his elbows on the table, folding his hands, "The way I see it, I'm your best friend."
Argali was dubious. He put on his most winning smile. The elf took her time, an uncomfortable amount, human standard.

"I don't need your help." She decided, continuing to spoon gruel and finally breaking her fixation.
The boy hesitated, his tone softening, "I wasn't offering help. Just wanted to talk is all."
She looked up again, her expression unchanged.
"Don't elfs have friends?" His tone taking a petulant edge, "Or they all annoying fart sniffers like you?"
He rose, seating himself elsewhere in the hall.

"Elves." She corrected, but no one was there to hear. Her eye twitched, but no one was there to see.
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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 12, 2015, 11:55:23 PM
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"Your soul is ours!" goes the cry
I think not, "I'd rather die."

"Then this day will mark your last!"
So I smile, "Come kiss my ass."

"We are legion, you are you!"
"You are nothing, I refuse."

No more words, I draw my sword.

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 17, 2015, 09:43:40 PM
Spoiler: show

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Rereading the story, she let the paper flutter from an outstretched hand into the sea. A lonely tear joined it in the deep.

"You coming, bright eyes?"

Argali turned, scratching just below her eye. "Yeah."

He nodded after the paper. "What was that?"

"An old friend." She smiled a bit, moving from the waters. "Lets go."

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 20, 2015, 04:13:31 AM
@~,~'~~           ~~,~'~@
There was something about these lands...
Her caravan made a ruckus as it jostled along the muddy throughway.
It had been raining,
as was often the case in Barovia.

Argali chewed a nail, watching the mists thin in her caravan's wake.
She stopped suddenly, smirking through her fingers.
Bad habit.

Bleak, cold, desolate. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled.
It was good to be home.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 15, 2016, 11:43:27 PM
Astounding how loved I am.
Astounding how I can love.
Give and take.
Second chances and messy breaks.
Nobody is perfect. Nobody is perfect.
Not even the thought for just a little bit.

We've laughed and we've fought.
And look now what its brought now.
Just hungry and silent mouths.
Wanting to speak, but nothing comes out.

How long will I stay?
When will I ever return?
When will we learn?
When will we ever learn?

I've travelled so long now.
Travelled so far and so wide.
And in all my time on earth,
there's no one I'd rather have by my side.
My side
My side
My side
~Let's fly~

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 16, 2016, 08:15:11 PM

 She tried to suppress it a long time. The sweeping scars that mired her complexion. She hated to look at herself. She pretended she was normal.
Her face was a lifetime of ruthless, professional abuse. What was more were the subtle ways in which she could express the damage beyond her countenance.
That somewhere, deep down, was a tortured and very lost soul.

 For the first time in what felt a lifetime she found herself before a grand mirror set above an elaborate stand, upon entering her accommodated hotel room.
There, frozen as if caught, was some wretched thing. Her garments were frayed and dirty. Her hair, wild. Filthy. She plucked a twig from it and drew closer to the mirror, doffing her hood.


"Oh, no no no." She clicked her tongue admonishingly.
"This won't do."

With one hand she grabbed a handful of matted, frizzy hair, and a dagger with the other. She smiled at herself.
She had people to see.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 21, 2016, 06:30:08 PM
The wind was in her hair.
The sun was on her face.
And all those lonely years
were gone without a trace.
I had an interesting talk the other day. About dreams, about sleep.
My kind, elves, don't sleep, don't 'dream'. I find the concept somewhat difficult to grasp.
Upon further discussion I had the thought, "what if I'm dreaming now?".
Is that what it is to be of the Tel-quessir? To dream without waking?

Spoiler: show

How lucid I've become.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 24, 2016, 12:32:43 PM
Spoiler: show

From whence it came,
it shall return.
For all its wrought,
it shall now burn.
And not return,
for an eon and a day
Or so I pray.
Or so I pray.

"Thy lips be cleansed."
She nodded deferentially, turned on her way.
The dilapidated walls of the temple loomed around her, arches yawned overhead.
Various denizens cloistered to their respective interests.
She didn't register the voice, the name. Her head hurt, she kept walking, trying to shake the cobwebs.
"Hey!" A figure grabbed her shoulder, she turned violently, twisting her assailant's sleeve, exposing his flank.
She blinked rapidly, coming to. "Woah, now!" She released the arm, her friend smiled with concern, rubbing his wrist.
"You alright, Argali?" His eyes turned to the dagger in her hand, flickering back to her queerly matched gaze.
She buried the dagger in its sheathe and smiled.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 12, 2016, 04:06:43 PM

A figure sat hunched, bundled under a heap of cloak and pelt. Crackling firelight flickered moments of her face, flashes of her eyes, so differently hued.
Reflected in those orbs was the card in her fingers. She often sat like this, and there she sat.


Suddenly she flicked the card spinning neatly into the fireplace, where it snapped, crackled and popped.
She regathered her cloaks and smiled. The effects were pleasing.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 14, 2016, 12:00:12 AM

Mother? Father? But where am I to go?

Spoiler: show
Somewhere in Barovia

Slowly the tremors subsided. One arm pressed across her chest to clutch the other.
Her teeth gave a final gnash before parting and drawing breath again, puffing against the frigid air.
With trembling fingers she wiped perspiration from her brow, despite all the cold.

"Damnit!" she growled, pushing off the wall of her cavernous home.
She couldn't understand the nature of the episodes she suffered, and dragged her nails along the wall, wincingly, before dropping her hand back to her side with a laze, coming to the cave mouth.

There she watched the sun reclaim the heavens, a ray of light kissed her face, filling her with warmth.
It was always coldest before dawn.

She sighed, reminded of the friends she left behind.
She watched the silent vistas as, slowly, nature stirred.

"From death, life." She intoned, suddenly humored.
She stretched, raising her hands heavenward.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 02, 2016, 09:06:12 PM
Her time was not spent in vanity.
Her appearance showed this plainly, though there was a definitive vitality to her.
Some spark of the eye. Some flicker of the hair. Some phantom of a smile.
She slung her rucksack across her shoulder and rose, feeling the weight of her possessions.
Shortly after, it fell to the floor, with a clatter and a thud. She dusted her hands. She wouldn't need it. No, none of it mattered where she was going.
She made her way outside the cave where the sun greeted her, and she it.
Giving a look toward the summit of the Mountain, she began her ascent.

The winds buffeted her cloak, and whipped her hair painfully across her eyes, yet still, she climbed.
And though the summit was far, and the thought of turning back constantly assailed her; she endured.

Cresting a final jutty, she climbed the final span to her feet, her breath ragged from the culmination of her effort.
The wind galed as she surveyed the scene with some small satisfaction, and lo', but what did she behold?
Such beauty as was beyond measure. It could not possibly be quantified by mere words. Perhaps so is why it took her breath away.
It was something you had to feel  for yourself, for to see it was likewise to read it, a shadow of dimensions, and nothing like unto understanding.
To feel is to know that there are realms beyond the bodies limit, beyond the comprehension of the seat of the soul:
This old temple.

She knew then why she came, having followed some inner voice, some guiding hand.
She fell to her knees, her hands clasping together, her head bowed.
The words came unbidden...

Father in heaven, Guider in mist
Hear my calling, grant me this wish
I pray for beginning, I pray for an end
I pray for your favor, and not that of men

I pray for your strength, to see me through
I pray for your courage, to makes things new
I pray for your wisdom, to guide as a light
through all of the horror, and perils of night.



When she raised her head, the winds had stopped and the clouds were parting, permitting something blinding and Awesome.
In that fraction her right eye scorched and blazed with flame, crying out she [takes cover], knowing fear, when:


I make all things new

Speechless, awed, she lowered her hands, and there was no pain.
She could see! Good God almighty, she could see!
She laughed, and cried, and they were the same.


"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life." -John 3:16
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 10, 2016, 01:03:48 AM
The elf rolled her neck, stretched it side to side.
She stared down the way, for truly, there was no path.
Twisting and winding and treacherous, and a long way of it too.
Adjusting her pack she took the first step, and many more were to follow.

Spoiler: show
The way leads ever on.


(New song by a friend of mine. :))
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 27, 2016, 10:57:54 AM

The tavern patrons laughed in bawdy merriment.
Drinks sloshed in wooden mugs, stools creaked and clattered amidst the din.

Argali sat apart, amused.
"So?" Removed by a table before her was a wiry man in threaded wear. Peeking from above his collar was a dull chain. Argali knew a Sunburst lay above his heart. His brow busheled now.
Argali considered, "I think I'm far too elven and woefully female to be a champion."
"Absurd," came the man "you well know some of our finest to be of the fairer two."
"Elven?" The man bobbed a bit "Yes, that would be a first." He looked to her again, "Think of the honor."
It was Argali's turn to bushel her brow. "If I did this it wouldn't be for honor."
The man watched her, expectant of some explanation.
She complied, "It would be for love." She rose to leave, leaving a gold-fang atop the table with a reaming sound. "This should cover us, aye?"
The man watched her critically. "You remind me of someone."
Argali paused, squinting at the man.
He glanced away, "It is like a dream... I can't quite say."
Argali puzzled momentarily when he returned his gaze, "You can't run forever. Sooner or later the dawn will come. The question is; will it warm your bones, or will it burn them to ash?"
They stared at another. Argali wet her lip.
"Thy lips be cleansed,"
"aye," she murmured, taking her leave. Outside a wagon trundled along, pulled by an oxen. An exotic looking outlander smiled and waved at her. Argali raised a hand in response, squinting at the light of midday. Stepping onto the road she wondered at those words. They conflicted her.
She knew she could do a lot of good, if she but submitted, and served, but she wondered.

She wondered far down the street.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 19, 2016, 03:23:46 AM

The mind is a tenuous thing, so far in our understanding of it.


Some time ago...

"She's, like, possessed, right?"
The Doctor squinted at his clipboard, lowered it slowly and glared at his Subordinate.
The Subordinate shifted under the scrutiny.
"Yes, well, like, she behaves... abnormally."
The Doctor raised his clipboard.
"Firstly, she, is an elf." He glances over the clipboard briefly for emphasis, "We don't know much about their, say, behavioral patterns."
He took a moment, making some notes before lowering the clipboard to his desk and exhaling.
"Secondly, " he took his time, his Subordinate leaned forward, "Where's my coffee?"
He blinked rapidly, "W-what?"
"Oh heavens, man." The Doctor rose. "How am I supposed to function if you don't?"
His Subordinate's shoulders slacked. "Apologies, Doctor." The Doctor was already hushing him dismissively.
"One will do just well, thank you." The Doctor moved past his Subordinate. The Subordinate watched him pass with renewed interest.
"Where are you going?" The Doctor turned.
"Thirdly, " his Subordinate's eyes widened, "have you seen her tattoo?"
It took him a moment, but he nodded slowly, "Yes, she, well, she..."
The Doctor arched a brow, "Yes?"
"She has a, tattoo."
"Of what?"
"Well, like, uh,"
The Subordinate motioned with his hands as he described it,
"like a, three pronged, triangle." He nodded.
The Doctor smiled.
"A symbol for Asmodeus."
His Subordinate's eyes widened again. "W-what?"
"Oh, yes, a Lord of the Nine! Perhaps -the- Lord, given some accounts. Its all quite vague from where my interests lie."
"I would hope so!"
"Does she strike you as a follower of any devil?"
The Subordinate shook his head, "Why, no, Doctor. She does not."
The Doctor nodded. "Nor does she I, in spite the knives..." The Subordinate shifted.
He opened the door and walked up the hall, passing the confines of numerous patients.
None of them interested him at the moment, none like the Elf, whoever she was.
She was found wandering in a delirious state, half dead, unable to intelligibly communicate, and wound up in his care.
She didn't resist. This wasn't chance, this was fate.

The Doctor and his Subordinate stopped outside the Elf's room now.
She was restrained, and sitting crosslegged and silently, staring at the wall.
It was always a good day when she wasn't screaming. Was she smiling?
His Subordinate pressed close for a good look.
The Doctor watched as well, and wondered where the Elf was now.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 04, 2016, 09:28:03 PM
i      l      l      u      m      i      n      a      t      i
"Who are 'They'?"
She watched him, eyes wide shut.
She smiled.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 16, 2016, 12:35:42 PM
like something that you've seen before, maybe in a dream
it can be seen before its time, unlikely though it seems
with open mind the paths of time flow so like a stream
through caverns mired with shadows pyres, what could all this mean?

Fiends with choirs,
debts conspired,
anti Life and anti Christ,

cloud all vision,
with precision,
instruments of ill intents.

Free your mind of Bable's rhymes
for what is fine gold worth?

A fell skin purse?
a gilded hearse?
or just a hole where once was soul.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 01, 2016, 03:50:01 AM

Father who art in spirit, blessed be thy countenance,
shine a light upon us, yea, even those who dwell in darkness.

Shine your light upon their face that satan's eyes are smote.
Guide them in your loving light. Cover their hearts and shelter their dreams.

Enter in being, not only thinking, lest we watch, never once blinking.
Teach us, show us a way, let us not tarry another single day.

Protect your sons, protect your daughters, destroy all evil,
let it reveal though, the glory of your Kingdom, God.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 02, 2016, 07:14:12 AM

Once more!
Into the breach once more, my friend!

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 04, 2016, 01:49:41 PM
...somewhere, under a rainbow...

i'm sorry i was weak
and never found the words to speak.
To tell you how i felt inside.
Until the end, i guess that's life.

it felt so right when i was wrong
but through it all i got so strong
and then i came to realize
there is no life inside a lie

and though it hurts so much to say;
our chapter's done. Lets turn the page.
its not the end, we've just begun,
just think of all the things to come.

there's one last thing i have to say.
Before i go and fade away.
To bloom again as something new.
"I've never loved someone like you."

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 07, 2016, 01:12:22 PM
Prayer for the Weeknd

Romans 16:19-27 King James Version (KJV)

19 For your obedience is come abroad unto all men. I am glad therefore on your behalf: but yet I would have you wise unto that which is good, and simple concerning evil.
20 And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.
21 Timotheus my workfellow, and Lucius, and Jason, and Sosipater, my kinsmen, salute you.

22 I Tertius, who wrote this epistle, salute you in the Lord.
23 Gaius mine host, and of the whole church, saluteth you. Erastus the chamberlain of the city saluteth you, and Quartus a brother.
24 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
Spoiler: show
warning, explicit

25 Now to him that is of power to stablish you according to my gospel, and the preaching of Jesus Christ, according to the revelation of the mystery, which was kept secret since the world began,
26 But now is made manifest, and by the scriptures of the prophets, according to the commandment of the everlasting God, made known to all nations for the obedience of faith:
27 To God only wise, be glory through Jesus Christ for ever.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 08, 2016, 01:25:13 PM
Time slips away,
like the sun through the rain.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 09, 2016, 03:18:52 PM
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Many have I seen yet few have I felt...
I hear cries through distant eyes.
Return to me my spirit, so fiercely torn apart.
Let me start again this heart...

Argali reflected how fortunate she was to draw breath, when so many had already been taken.
Sometimes she had wished for death, but something kept her going. Argali kept moving, bade not by any spirit of vengeance but simply one of a will to live. To flourish. To triumph over the darkness that engulfed her. To give testament to a Power she simply felt was there. As she sought this God, in so many numerous ways, she came to learn of Him, and His hand in her life, and everyone else's. She came to understand His only wish, to spread the word of Jesus Christ and His sacrifice for mankind. That no matter where you are, who you are or what you've done, Jesus Christ paid the price of our sins to deliver our souls from darkness. And quite simply, it was rather dark outside...

She walked the cold streets, comforted, however, by some inner warmth.
When he came.
That old serpent, under the guise of man.
'Buna zia', he smiled.
It was an ugly display.
Argali hesitated in her step, turning her head first.
'Fair greetings, monsieur garda,' she turned to meet him.
'How may I be of assistance?' She couldn't smile, not after his.
She watched instead.
He saw her clearly, 'Ladul!' his face lighting up at the recognition.
He pointed, releasing a litany of the native tongue. He laughed. He pointed.
Though Argali did not translate, she understood perfectly well.
He was mocking her. Her ears. Her scars. Her... eyes!
Suddenly she did not feel so threatened. Her posture changed.
She smiled and bid the garda adieu, turning to leave.
Oh, he did speak trade.
Argali, with a final lanking stride of defiance, complied.
She pivoted toward him, she wasn't even angry.
She was amused.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 12, 2016, 03:09:14 PM
//OOC claimer

[I talk a lot about spirituality in my bios, which goes hand in hand with the very nature of Ravenloft. It is founded on Bram Stoker's Dracula, afterall, suffused with religion and allegory. I talk a lot about Christ, again, a central staple in the tales of the mist. If not in name in form. If anything I write stirs something within you, I urge you to seek God's face for yourself. Everyone's journey is deeply personal, and I only hope to be able to guide those who might be in need onto the Way, the Truth, and the Life; Jesus Christ.

If you don't know how or have any questions, feel free to PM me about
anything, and I'll be happy to talk.
God bless all.]


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(My buddy brought me a gift back from his trip to New York:
Awesome stuff, if not overpriced! 20$ or some odd. Bruce Lee wouldn't stand for it, so,
unfortunately he'll just have to lie there. In the ground.


The Three Types of Men
[Taken from: http://www.wgbd.org/oldcto252.html]

In this special passage, Paul puts all humankind into three categories. It is by virtue of these categories that every man stands naked before God. It is by virtue of these categories that all men will be judged, whether they be Baptists, Lutherans, Pentecostals, Seventh Day Adventists, etc. The final judgement that will determine our eternal destiny will not depend on any particular religious organization we have served or on what particular doctrine we have held. No, the final judgement before the great white throne will be based on which of the three categories we are in.

Now, let us look at each of these in sequence: the natural man, the carnal man, and the spiritual man.

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The Natural Man

"But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned."

The natural man is a man who lives according to nature. He is governed by his intellect and by his natural affections. The natural man has never experienced the rebirth – he is unconverted. The natural man is asleep to spiritual things. He cannot understand spiritual things, and spiritual things are foolishness unto him because he cannot process them in a rational manner. So, the Word of God, the promises of God, the grace of God, and faith in God in its various, marvelous ways can find no existence in his mind. The natural man is one whose perceptions do not extend beyond his reason, experiences, and feelings. Therefore, the natural man lives in a small world. He lives in a world limited by his finite mind and his five senses. The natural man cannot enter the kingdom of God, for flesh and blood does not inherit the kingdom of God. Therefore, Jesus said, "Except a man be born again, he cannot see (nor enter) the kingdom of God." Man must be born again (John 3:3, 5, 7).

The Carnal Man

"And I, brethren, could not speak unto you as unto spiritual, but as unto carnal, even as unto babes in Christ."

We notice immediately that there are two distinct kinds of Christians: the carnal Christian and the spiritual Christian. This is taught throughout the New Testament – in the Gospels, such as the parable of the ten virgins (Matt. 25:1–13) – and in many passages of the Epistles. Both the carnal Christian and the spiritual Christian have been born of the Spirit, yet they are worlds apart. The expression, "carnal Christian," may justly be coined out of 1 Corinthians 3:1 because here Paul addresses the Corinthian Christians as "carnal." He speaks to these Christians, saying, "And I, brethren, could not speak unto you as unto spiritual, but as unto carnal, even as unto babes in Christ."

So, the first thing we learn here is that a carnal Christian is as a babe in Christ. Hence, a carnal Christian is one who has been born of God, but he lives outside the kingdom of God which is "righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost" (Rom. 14:17). He is one who does not grow, mature, or develop. He is as a babe. He has no accomplishments but that he is born. He cannot walk, he cannot talk, he cannot understand nor follow instructions, he cannot help, he cannot serve, he cannot sacrifice for others, he cannot lift the burdens of others, he cannot fight battles, he cannot clean himself nor feed himself nor pull himself up. A carnal Christian is as a babe – a babe in Christ, however, who is not a fresh babe that brings joy, but a babe that has been a babe too long. And so, a state of babe-hood has turned into a tragedy, into disgrace, into a burden of the church. When you see a baby in diapers and still slobbering at age five, ten or twenty, there is nothing cute about that. We don’t mind if newborn babes are selfish because we know they will grow up to become productive people. But when babes don’t grow up, and continue to be selfish, to continue to act as babes, then there is great concern.

All of us are born again in carnality with selfishness in our spiritual blood. This is why Paul says to the Corinthians, "ye are yet carnal" (3:3). They were born in carnality from their physical mothers (Ps. 51:5). Then, when they were born again, the carnal nature remained within them. Again, this is why Paul said to these Christians, "ye are yet carnal," indicating that carnality is not removed at conversion. It did not bother Paul that they were carnal at the spiritual birth, but it bothered him that they were yet carnal one or two or three years later. And as a proof that they were yet carnal, he shows them the fruits of their carnality by saying, "For ye are yet carnal: for whereas there is among you envying, and strife, and divisions, are ye not carnal, and walk as men?" There is yet a longer list of the fruits of carnality in Galatians 5:19–21: "Now the doings (practices) of the flesh are clear (obvious): they are immorality, impurity, indecency, idolatry, sorcery, enmity, strife, jealousy, anger (ill temper), selfishness, divisions (dissensions), party spirit (factions, sects with peculiar opinions, heresies), envy, drunkenness, carousing, and the like. I warn you beforehand, just as I did previously, that those who do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God" (AMPLIFIED).

Let me ask you now: what is the destiny of carnal Christians? What does it mean when Paul says that "those who do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God"? Did Paul warn the carnal Christians about this once or more than once? Did he say that he warned these carnal Christians previously or didn’t he? And dear friend, if this is not enough, read Romans 8:6–7: "For to be carnally minded is death...Because the carnal mind is enmity against God: for it is not subject to the law of God, neither indeed can be."

Newborn babes, born of God, can please God. There is great joy in heaven over one sinner that repents (Luke 15:7, 10). But there is no way an old babe of God can please God. There is no way! An old babe born of God is at enmity with God. If this is not what it says in Romans 8:7, then what about verse 8: "So then they that are in the flesh cannot please God."? Why did Paul have to deal with carnality in Christians? Again, because carnality is not removed at conversion, it must be removed subsequent to conversion in the work of sanctification. Hence, Paul prayed, "For this is the will of God, even your sanctification" (1 Thess. 4:3).

The Corinthian Christians’ lives consisted of spiritual experiences, of the conversion experience and of experiences in the spiritual gifts. The Corinthians were rich in spiritual gifts. Gifts were their life, but they had little else. They were still carnal. They were carnal too long. They did not walk with God. They had plenty of spiritual experiences, but because they lacked the fruits of the Spirit, their gifts brought confusion, division, and strife to the body of Christ. At the root of all division and strife is criticism, fault-finding, analyzation, and complaints. We must be delivered from carnality. Only then will the gifts shine for the glory of God. Carnality fills our prisons, our divorce courts, and it splits our churches.

And how are we delivered from carnality? It is by the cross. Jesus died on his cross to cleanse us from our sins, the sins we have committed. But we have to die on our cross to be saved from the sin nature, from carnality, from the sin principle. This is why our Lord said to his disciples, "If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily..." (Luke 9:23). Salvation is a crisis experience – we are born again in a moment. But sanctification, the deliverance from the carnal nature, is a process. It is a daily process. It is an hourly process. It is a second-by-second process. It is continuous. It is only as we continually die to the desires of the Self-life – of what the Self wants – can we be followers of Jesus. And if we are not followers of Jesus, we are none of his.

So, there is a natural man, a carnal man, and a spiritual man.

The Spiritual Man

"But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man. For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ" (1 Cor. 2:15–16).

The spiritual man has and is continuing to crucify the lusts of the flesh, the lusts of the eye, and the pride of life – the Self-life. Self (carnality) will never take one step after Jesus. But when Self is denied, if we take up the cross, the old, sinful, Adamic nature will be slain out of us by the Word, by the Spirit, by the blood of Jesus, and we shall come to the mind of Christ. Again, this is a process. And then Paul says, referring to the inner circle, "But we have the mind of Christ."

Now, the three most dominant characteristics of the spiritual man are: 1) he has the mind of Christ, 2) he has the fruits of the Spirit, and 3) he is led by the Spirit.

The Mind of Christ. Although the carnal Christian is very much focused on his conversion or experiences in the gift area, the spiritual Christian is focused on Christ himself, on the greatness of Christ, the beauty of Christ, the work of Christ, the mystery of Christ in us, the hope of glory. The spiritual man has been transformed by the renewing of his mind, and he thinks as Christ thinks. He acts and reacts as Christ acts and reacts. He loves and overcomes as Christ loves and overcomes. He will never go anywhere unless he knows Christ goes with him. He will not watch anything unless Christ is with him in the watching. He is abiding in Christ, and Christ is abiding in him. His destiny is with Christ. As Christ overcame, so he overcomes, for only he that overcometh shall receive the crown of life (Rev. 2:10).

The Fruits of the Spirit. "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control" (Gal. 5:22 NIV). Again, anyone filled with the Spirit has the fruit of the Spirit. You cannot have the fruit of the Spirit without having been filled with the Spirit. But as we learned earlier, you can have the gifts of the Spirit without being filled with the Spirit. Jesus did not say by their gifts but by their fruits you shall know them (Matt. 7:16). This is not to degrade the gifts. He who degrades the gifts, degrades the Giver of the gifts. The gifts are given for the edifying and ministry of the church. They are very precious, but we must not confuse the gifts of the Spirit with the fruit of the Spirit.

Led by the Spirit. "For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God" (Rom. 8:14). The spiritual man is led by the Spirit. The Holy Spirit will tell him where to go, when to go, what to say, what not to say, and what to do. The Holy Spirit will check him if he is headed in the wrong direction or for the wrong words. Learning to walk by the Spirit, of course, also takes time. We will be learning as we are following Jesus in obedience. Jesus said, "My sheep hear my voice...and they follow me" (John 10:27). We cannot follow unless we hear, and we cannot hear unless the Self-life with all its criticism, complaints, and selfish ideas is crucified out of us.

So, my friend, there are three types of men: the natural, the carnal, and the spiritual. Which of these are you, and how will you stand before the Great White Throne?

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 16, 2016, 06:36:48 AM
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What do you see?
I think it's what I need
I'm tired of running in circles
Carrying burdens
Syncopating curses
I wanna be free

Take me to your only garden
I wanna see the world you've found
Sit me underneath the trees
I wanna see what you believe

No I'm not like you
But I can improve you
And we can make a change
And I don't deserve you
I'll do anything
I need a home again
Let us all be free
Just give me a chance
I can make it last
Let us all be free

Take me to your only garden
I wanna see the world you've found
Sit me underneath the trees
I wanna see what you believe (x3)

I wanna see what you believe...

Argali stood at the precipice of the Theatre by the Bay.
The winds buffeted her cloak comfortingly,
caressing her. She watched over the waters,
as if somewhere, something, someone were coming.
The stars glittered like so many diamonds on the sea.
She thought how they might seem from beneath the waves.
Did the fish understand the world above the firmament?
Would they ever?
Could they?
Argali decided it was beyond her comprehension.
There was much, however, that was not.
She turned to regard the brilliance of the City of Lights.
There was no mistaking its beauty by night or day,
depending on where you stood,
and Argali had the right kind of vantage,
and a fine kind of eyes.
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Citizens and visitors came to and fro across the bay.
She knew too the beleaguered masses huddled together in the slums.
Hidden from sight. Hidden from mind.
Port Au Lucine was so like the city of her birth.
So it was and yet it was not.
She had run so far, it seemed, she found herself right back where she had left to begin.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 17, 2016, 06:38:53 PM
Argali Dupont was ready.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 18, 2016, 03:17:36 PM
Argali traced a finger over a golden ruby-set serpent-coil on her ringfinger.

It worried her.
She was engaged.
It was simply destiny.

Alin Cain was a good man haunted by the very power he wielded so fiercely.
She had grown to love him.
Over distance.
Over time.

She sighed.

The serpent-coil glittered blatantly.
She could not be a part of it. She could not accept it.

She knew for such a thing to work it must be clean in the eyes of the Lord,
and it was not.

Ephesians 5 /King James Version (KJV)
The works of light and darkness
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1 Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children;

2 And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour.

3 But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be once named among you, as becometh saints;

4 Neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor jesting, which are not convenient: but rather giving of thanks.

5 For this ye know, that no whoremonger, nor unclean person, nor covetous man, who is an idolater, hath any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God.

6 Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience.

7 Be not ye therefore partakers with them.

8 For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light:

9 (For the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth;)

10 Proving what is acceptable unto the Lord.

11 And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.

12 For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret.

13 But all things that are reproved are made manifest by the light: for whatsoever doth make manifest is light.

14 Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.

15 See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise,

16 Redeeming the time, because the days are evil.

17 Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is.

18 And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;

19 Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;

20 Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;

21 Submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God.

Analogy of family and church
22 Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.

23 For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body.

24 Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.

25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;

26 That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,

27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.

28 So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.

29 For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:

30 For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.

31 For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh.

32 This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church.

33 Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.

Ovie had said they buried Alin out on a beach in Dementlieu...
It seems those words were true.

Alin Cain was dead when she found him, the thing replacing him was shroud in darkness.
She had missed him over the years... he was troubled, then, too.

He was warm when they embraced, but it quickly cooled when Marie was mentioned.


I'm not sure with Ovie, sometimes, and Cain wasn't saying much about it. They had an amicable end to their relationship.
Cain wanted me. Marie didn't matter.

She didn't?

I do?

I must pray.
Pray for my brother,
Alin Cain,
that we might be delivered from darkness.
From the serpent that coils.
That he be born again in light!
That God's hand move inner and through him.
And clean him. And set his heart to beating once more.
To setting his soul ABLAZE.
In your Name.
In your Heart.
Jesus Christ Glory be unto forever.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 19, 2016, 06:36:40 PM
Ephesians 6:17

"And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of Spirit, which is the word of God."
Oh, dear.
What have I done?
Have I squandered my time?
That simply, could not be it.
Everything was preparing her for a particular moment in space...

...and time.

It was just a matter of where, and when
It was already decided. God had told her and she knew it was true.
It made matters blessingly simple.


Yes, she was truly blessed, and as she was aware she had a great responsibility in the body of Christ who is God.
And when my brothers and sisters are fallen,
I must stand.

I must extend the Hand of God

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 20, 2016, 07:30:16 PM
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)

1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
for ever.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 22, 2016, 12:38:04 AM

Argali gathered her cloaks, her head darted left.
She only saw it.

She stood ready, facing the entity in the shadows.
She wished she had more salt for the circle,
but it was enough.

Enough to
keep her


She crouched, wooden steak firmly in her iron grip


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 23, 2016, 06:48:50 PM
The Misfits

Yashila was changed.
She was always notorious, now she was also blue.
rgb, however



this fact

~ ~CAW~ ~

~ ~ ~~KA~ ~ ~~

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 24, 2016, 07:10:17 AM
I see them everywhere.
They follow me
They are waiting for me
I see them everywhere.
I don't care.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 25, 2016, 09:22:56 AM

Oh God don't let it be in vanity
I give it all to you,
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 27, 2016, 05:26:03 PM

I know little,
but feel everything


And the lions of Judah roam free,
and wild,
and see the iniquities of man,
and woman.
And though a thorn in paw may slow their stride,
it can never break their pride.
They come again with strength still grown,
facing full the vast unknown.

Separated from the start,
they find strength in but one Heart.
United are they like a fist,
where so before like to a mist.

Tangible, yet weak.
Palpable, and meek.
If Truth do you seek,

Hear the Lion speak.
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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 02, 2016, 08:41:41 PM
| Shadow Academy |
"Don't let the eye fool the mind."
Archive (previous Chapters)
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Chapter 1: "Childhood" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg435526#msg435526)
           Chapter 2: "Shadow Academy" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg435809#msg435809)
                     Chapter 3 (pt.1): "The Revenant" pt.1 (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg447004#msg447004)
                     Chapter 3 (pt.2): "The Revenant" pt.2 (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg447158#msg447158)
  Chapter 4: "Body Count" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg447356#msg447356)

Possession: "333" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg497040#msg497040)

Chapter 5: "Heart of Lion" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg520782#msg520782)
                Chapter 6: "Sword without a Master" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg524830#msg524830)

                  Exorcism: "Dream in the Mists" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg548173#msg548173)

            Chapter 7: "Winds & Time" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg551305#msg551305)
  Chapter 8: "Asylum" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg552336#msg552336)
                   Chapter 9: "Theatre by the Bay" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg560692#msg560692)
Chapter 10: "Cain" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg560914#msg560914)
           Chapter 11: "Hand of God" (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=33810.msg560970#msg560970)
Chapter: 12
"Graduation Day"
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"Little lion.

Weep if you must. As long as you need.
And when the tears run dry, and the salt flakes away,
you will see another day

You will rise. You must!
For all else,
is dust...

Chin up. The day awaits.
Onward! ..on to your fate!"
-End Line-
~And when you finally saw it coming
(It passed you by)
It passed you by and left you so defeated~

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 07, 2016, 01:55:39 AM
Exodus 32
English Standard Version (ESV)~~~',loading............................................................................../KH
The Golden Calf

1 When the people saw that Moses delayed to come down from the mountain, the people gathered themselves together to Aaron and said to him, “Up, make us gods who shall go before us. As for this Moses, the man who brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him.” 2 So Aaron said to them, “Take off the rings of gold that are in the ears of your wives, your sons, and your daughters, and bring them to me.” 3 So all the people took off the rings of gold that were in their ears and brought them to Aaron. 4 And he received the gold from their hand and fashioned it with a graving tool and made a golden[a] calf. And they said, “These are your gods, O Israel, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt!” 5 When Aaron saw this, he built an altar before it. And Aaron made a proclamation and said, “Tomorrow shall be a feast to the Lord.” 6 And they rose up early the next day and offered burnt offerings and brought peace offerings. And the people sat down to eat and drink and rose up to play.

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7 And the Lord said to Moses, “Go down, for your people, whom you brought up out of the land of Egypt, have corrupted themselves. 8 They have turned aside quickly out of the way that I commanded them. They have made for themselves a golden calf and have worshiped it and sacrificed to it and said, ‘These are your gods, O Israel, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt!’” 9 And the Lord said to Moses, “I have seen this people, and behold, it is a stiff-necked people. 10 Now therefore let me alone, that my wrath may burn hot against them and I may consume them, in order that I may make a great nation of you.”

11 But Moses implored the Lord his God and said, “O Lord, why does your wrath burn hot against your people, whom you have brought out of the land of Egypt with great power and with a mighty hand? 12 Why should the Egyptians say, ‘With evil intent did he bring them out, to kill them in the mountains and to consume them from the face of the earth’? Turn from your burning anger and relent from this disaster against your people. 13 Remember Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, your servants, to whom you swore by your own self, and said to them, ‘I will multiply your offspring as the stars of heaven, and all this land that I have promised I will give to your offspring, and they shall inherit it forever.’” 14 And the Lord relented from the disaster that he had spoken of bringing on his people.

15 Then Moses turned and went down from the mountain with the two tablets of the testimony in his hand, tablets that were written on both sides; on the front and on the back they were written. 16 The tablets were the work of God, and the writing was the writing of God, engraved on the tablets. 17 When Joshua heard the noise of the people as they shouted, he said to Moses, “There is a noise of war in the camp.” 18 But he said, “It is not the sound of shouting for victory, or the sound of the cry of defeat, but the sound of singing that I hear.” 19 And as soon as he came near the camp and saw the calf and the dancing, Moses' anger burned hot, and he threw the tablets out of his hands and broke them at the foot of the mountain. 20 He took the calf that they had made and burned it with fire and ground it to powder and scattered it on the water and made the people of Israel drink it.

21 And Moses said to Aaron, “What did this people do to you that you have brought such a great sin upon them?” 22 And Aaron said, “Let not the anger of my lord burn hot. You know the people, that they are set on evil. 23 For they said to me, ‘Make us gods who shall go before us. As for this Moses, the man who brought us up out of the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him.’ 24 So I said to them, ‘Let any who have gold take it off.’ So they gave it to me, and I threw it into the fire, and out came this calf.”

25 And when Moses saw that the people had broken loose (for Aaron had let them break loose, to the derision of their enemies), 26 then Moses stood in the gate of the camp and said, “Who is on the Lord's side? Come to me.” And all the sons of Levi gathered around him. 27 And he said to them, “Thus says the Lord God of Israel, ‘Put your sword on your side each of you, and go to and fro from gate to gate throughout the camp, and each of you kill his brother and his companion and his neighbor.’” 28 And the sons of Levi did according to the word of Moses. And that day about three thousand men of the people fell. 29 And Moses said, “Today you have been ordained for the service of the Lord, each one at the cost of his son and of his brother, so that he might bestow a blessing upon you this day.”

30 The next day Moses said to the people, “You have sinned a great sin. And now I will go up to the Lord; perhaps I can make atonement for your sin.” 31 So Moses returned to the Lord and said, “Alas, this people has sinned a great sin. They have made for themselves gods of gold. 32 But now, if you will forgive their sin—but if not, please blot me out of your book that you have written.”

33 But the Lord said to Moses, “Whoever has sinned against me, I will blot out of my book.
34 But now go, lead the people to the place about which I have spoken to you; behold, my angel shall go before you. Nevertheless, in the day when I visit, I will visit their sin upon them.”[/spoiler]
35 Then the Lord sent a plague on the people, because they made the calf, the one that Aaron made.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 09, 2016, 09:43:11 AM
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Soothsayer can you save them?
Can you save them?
Can you see the streets in blood?
The remnants of your name?
Soothsayer can you save them?

I had heard of her gift
Off the road from nowhere
Divine in her sight
If your after aware
A child and no tricks
So the ravings declared
This patron looked right beyond that far hill in that house she lives there
So there I go
There I go

A crowd was in form, believers in prayer
Shouts of “die witch” amidst the fanfare
A mere fourteen her look was of despair
This gift seemed more of a curse that she bears
And she spoke of how much that is unknown
That she sees the part of a future unfold
She speaks of only the things she's shown
With what becomes of it she's not in control
But one by one they told her of their plight
They begged her to give of her knowledge and insight
With poise she imparted her visions of foresight
But more fickle is the finger of fate than she’d like

Soothsayer, Can you see the way?

May these words bring you peace
And now, go behold of what will come to be

Soothsayer, can you change this?
Can you see the coming flood?
The warring in your name?
Soothsayer, can you change this?

By week’s end her legend was tenfold
The news of the heavenly oracle took hold
I stood in her audience, now at the crossroads
As swarms had developed surrounding her small home
Then I spoke, not of to be, but what’s been
And warned of the slippery slope that she slid
That I see an era of violence that brims
And implored she consider this choice that I give

Soothsayer, all that will, let it be
Soothsayer, all that is, none can see
Soothsayer, let these words set you free
And now, give this leave and come away with me

Soothsayer, can you save them?
Soothsayer, can you save us?

In hindsight, I see His hand amidst the terror, The joy and all things else.

I wonder, yet am eternally grateful, for having been chosen. It is not a light burden, but I have also been equipped. I have grown, I still do. His glory and grace is -boundless-

Last night I felt His hands upon me. His "hands". They wrested some -thing- from me, And in -its- place, were wings.

I have changed, I still do. My body, my mind, my heart.
He is All

I must, I need, I will bring His kingdom. Where is my tribe? Who among you stand with me? Who among you are afraid? Who among you are enraged? I have -been-...

He -is-!

I release His heavenly host upon you! No more! I say. You -will- continue.


-will- overcome
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 10, 2016, 08:19:07 PM
Come, I will pray for you.
I will show you His glory.

He who all gods will bow before.

Argali had been some time away since her engagement.
Come to think, it was less than proper, given human standard. Her fiancé was likely worried by now.
Another fey mood. She smiled a little, examining the serpent-coil ring of her betrothal.
She knew not what to do, though she was not anxious. Peace had become her.
She trusted in His word and not in her sight. It was miraculous.
She prayed often, and praised His name in action and effort. The fruits of His spirit were abundant,
and so she sought to share. There were so many without. So many starving and dead.
These realms she inherited were rife with strife and turmoil. The dead walked the earth, hunting the innocent,
and ignorant. Worse still, their bite could infect the living, changing them into one form of anathema or another.
The serpent was sly, and flicked his tongue from the tall grass as the blind contended among another.
For purchase, for wrath, desire... by any name, they be the same
A monster with two heads, she saw. One red and one blue.
They fought each other, unable to comprehend the nature of their union.
They fought so fiercely, when little to their knowledge they destroyed themselves in their vanity.
They were the same.
Revelation 22:17
And the Spirit and the bride say, Come.
And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come.
And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.
Proverbs 28:27
He that giveth unto the poor shall not lack: but he that hideth his eyes shall have many a curse.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 13, 2016, 11:25:56 AM
She was so near now.
She could taste the air.
Where it was a tale once upon a time ago.
An age lost, and all but forgotten.
The gatekeepers stood firm with pitchfork and whip.
They showed their teeth for all to see; fiercesome.
She could see their horns as well.
Lesser known, yet all but seen


She was so near now.
On the final leg. She but prayed if it were that of the enemy,
she break it and


an instrument, thereof.
That she might sound the call to war
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 15, 2016, 12:56:48 PM
|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 13

Gravity Lies
[W-w-we are breaking through.]

She clutched her head and screamed.
Loud and bitter. Long and tormented.

She screamed as it was all torn away from her.
As her heart mind and soul were rent and reconstituted from within.

From without...

He was rushing down the hall, implements and effects fumbling from his persons.
His Subordinate was by the door already, his look one of horror, and deep, troubling concern.
The screaming persisted from within the patient's room.
The Doctor adjusted his spectacles as he ignored his Subordinate and peered into the slide to the room.


"Great Scott!"
The Subordinate didnt bother looking again, instead his eyes remained on the Doctor, an uncharacteristic calm suffusing the young man,
a firm resolution. "Shall I fetch the Inquisitor?"
"No." Came the Doctor's retort. "The man is insidious-" He tore his eyes from the room, from the screaming.
His Subordinate flustered, "I-insidious? He's worked with us many times before!"
"Why, that is how I know, my astute friend." A shriek cut through the exchange, setting both teetering for equilibrium.

"Good God!"
They bounced off the walls and found purchase in one another.
The scream took some time to re-acclimate from. It was getting worse.
Ever since the Elf was first brought in, strange happenings would occur within the West Wing of the Asylum.
It quickly became apparent the Elf was haunted by something deep and dark and utterly vexing and beyond their current comprehension.
One thing it was not, however, was imaginary. Such had become apparent, but the Doctor had never dealt with any thing like this before.
He had illusions of overcoming, and reaping such reward as was surely manifest in such a case. In such accomplishment.
The one balance he had to such vainglorious pursuit was his young Subordinate. His evident infatuation with the Elf and concern for her well being was beyond reproach.
If he was not there, surely things would not have proceeded how they would now.

The Doctor looked to his Subordinate, who looked at him full of wonder and concern.
"Find me a priest." Then quickly added, "Not local..."
"Use your judgement!"
His Subordinate watched him, eyes searching, then ran from the West Wing.

The Doctor turned back to the open slide, and nearly choked.

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 18, 2016, 02:40:11 PM

I see many closed fist,
not many open palms.
Perhaps the one,
inside the one,
Can bring the
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 20, 2016, 03:51:30 PM
Ever Dream

Theologians Unite
As I went to sit, I noticed my seat-number.
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I remember the Priest well; Fondly.
He saved my life after all. When all else failed; He triumphed.
Glory! Glory! Glory!
I sing His praise.
Glory! Glory! Glory!
Till the end of days.
Eternal blaze!
The love of light.
You are my sight.
I will not fight you ever more.
Can I ignore,
your ever loving ever dream.

....To Be Continued...

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Starting Now
2 Corinthians 1
[The Message (MSG)]
I, Paul, have been sent on a special mission by the Messiah, Jesus, planned by God himself. I write this to God’s congregation in Corinth, and to believers all over Achaia province. May all the gifts and benefits that come from God our Father and the Master, Jesus Christ, be yours! Timothy, someone you know and trust, joins me in this greeting.

The Rescue
[spoiler]3-5 All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort—we get a full measure of that, too.

6-7 When we suffer for Jesus, it works out for your healing and salvation. If we are treated well, given a helping hand and encouraging word, that also works to your benefit, spurring you on, face forward, unflinching. Your hard times are also our hard times. When we see that you’re just as willing to endure the hard times as to enjoy the good times, we know you’re going to make it, no doubt about it.

8-11 We don’t want you in the dark, friends, about how hard it was when all this came down on us in Asia province. It was so bad we didn’t think we were going to make it. We felt like we’d been sent to death row, that it was all over for us. As it turned out, it was the best thing that could have happened. Instead of trusting in our own strength or wits to get out of it, we were forced to trust God totally—not a bad idea since he’s the God who raises the dead! And he did it, rescued us from certain doom. And he’ll do it again, rescuing us as many times as we need rescuing. You and your prayers are part of the rescue operation—I don’t want you in the dark about that either. I can see your faces even now, lifted in praise for God’s deliverance of us, a rescue in which your prayers played such a crucial part.

12-14 Now that the worst is over, we’re pleased we can report that we’ve come out of this with conscience and faith intact, and can face the world—and even more importantly, face you with our heads held high. But it wasn’t by any fancy footwork on our part. It was God who kept us focused on him, uncompromised. Don’t try to read between the lines or look for hidden meanings in this letter. We’re writing plain, unembellished truth, hoping that you’ll now see the whole picture as well as you’ve seen some of the details. We want you to be as proud of us as we are of you when we stand together before our Master Jesus.

15-16 Confident of your welcome, I had originally planned two great visits with you—coming by on my way to Macedonia province, and then again on my return trip. Then we could have had a bon-voyage party as you sent me off to Judea. That was the plan.

17-19 Are you now going to accuse me of being flip with my promises because it didn’t work out? Do you think I talk out of both sides of my mouth—a glib yes one moment, a glib no the next? Well, you’re wrong. I try to be as true to my word as God is to his. Our word to you wasn’t a careless yes canceled by an indifferent no. How could it be? When Silas and Timothy and I proclaimed the Son of God among you, did you pick up on any yes-and-no, on-again, off-again waffling? Wasn’t it a clean, strong Yes?

20-22 Whatever God has promised gets stamped with the Yes of Jesus. In him, this is what we preach and pray, the great Amen, God’s Yes and our Yes together, gloriously evident. God affirms us, making us a sure thing in Christ, putting his Yes within us. By his Spirit he has stamped us with his eternal pledge—a sure beginning of what he is destined to complete.

23 Now, are you ready for the real reason I didn’t visit you in Corinth? As God is my witness, the only reason I didn’t come was to spare you pain. I was being considerate of you, not indifferent, not manipulative.

24 We’re not in charge of how you live out the faith, looking over your shoulders, suspiciously critical. We’re partners, working alongside you, joyfully expectant. I know that you stand by your own faith, not by ours.
He rose from the grave
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 21, 2016, 01:46:01 PM
.Lifeboat... In loving memory of   "Justin Filina" God finally rest your soul

Lifehouse's Everything Skit

I was skeptical, at first, but was quickly overcome by the sheer weight of emotion. 
It was undeniable, I was drenched in the power of the message. It overwhelmed me.
He was alive.

Come on,
let's really explore this studio space!

"The Way Of Vikings"

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Whirling dust in morning air
Two warriors in the ring
With the strength of two great bears
They make their weapons sing

Sparks fly high when steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends
Not enemies

They lash out with ferocious force
The fight grows more intense
But each avoid the other's sword
As if by seventh sense

Their muscles ache, their bones are sore
But none of them will yield
They fight a two-man practice war
As enemies

Fight until your dying breath!
This is a matter of life and death!

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Whirling dust in morning air
Two warriors in the ring
With the strength of two great bears
They make their weapons sing

Sparks fly high when steel meets steel
And no one can believe
That these two men are best friends
Not enemies

Sun beats down with intense heat
The swordsmen start to break
Pain shoots through their tired feet
With every step they take

In this fight of iron wills
One man takes a knee
The other goes for the kill
Like an enemy

Fight until your dying breath!
This is a matter of life and death!

Full on fight in training
It's the way of vikings
Every muscle straining
It's the way of the Jomsvikings
These men aim to shatter
It's the way of vikings
This is how we battle
It's the way of the Jomsvikings

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 24, 2016, 05:09:11 PM
Bismuth Symphony
You are forever in my prayers
(Distorted and repeated samples)
I know where no one can reach you
No I don’t mind
We keep these promises, these promises
Written in a letter

-Crystal Castles, Kept (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfbCLwNlGwU)
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 02, 2016, 10:56:20 AM

|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 14

Watch Dogs

Is this our art?

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 04, 2016, 12:27:55 AM
Animu & Mango                                           
All Mighty,
deliver us from evil.
Let your kingdom come.

Move your Hand inner and through us,
and outer and to them, and inner and through them.
Let us multiply, and in abundance.

Let your will be done, over mine, and humble me before your mercy and grace.
In Jesus holy name I pray.


|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 15

Mr Black

Let he not be named.
No, never.
His names are many. His faces, many.
His places,

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 10, 2016, 04:12:37 AM

Bai de murninlurd dats niec


Oh, father, my father.
But for the love you bear me.

Oh mother, my mother.
But for the love I bear you.

God bless your souls, forevermore. May I walk circumspect, and not as a fool,
And do you justice.

May I carry this torch from on high,
in to the dark places.

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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 16

Lady of Pain


She woke with a start, panting.
Sitting up, she assessed her surroundings.
She blinked rapidly, as her mismatched eyes of green and brown dilated, then again, in the torch light.

... She was sleep walking again....

It was bad, this time.
She didn't know where she was.
The torchlight flickered over her face as her breathing subsided.

The stars glimmered above.
A cool breeze played over her, setting the field to swaying.
The torch flickered against the dirt.

She couldn't remember.
Last she could, she was with Cain...
My God, where was Cain?


She was sleeping walking again

She couldn't remember

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 22, 2016, 12:06:32 AM

They've arrived...


We need your help.




|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 17

The Black Hand



"Its natural to feel a little disorientation,
come this way."

"Welcome aboard the Arc...
we're pleased to finally meet you. We've... only had historical documents to get to know you by.
If I may,

I'd like to speak on behalf of all of us here on Zion Station,
its an honor to have you with us here."

"Through you, we hope to discover what happened all those years ago.
What brought about the end of the world...
This vessel is equipped to salvage and explore where ever we may need to go in the known universe,
some points are beyond return...
we have to be careful when charting our destination,

Or we may be lost;

"How did we find you?"
He smiles.

"Your DNA was recovered from this book.
You have been reconstituted, and now,
and now we can begin again."

-Captain Bastion Press, from Zion Station.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 24, 2016, 06:05:02 AM



Luke 10 (King James Version)

The mission of the seventy
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10 But into whatsoever city ye enter, and they receive you not, go your ways out into the streets of the same, and say,

11 Even the very dust of your city, which cleaveth on us, we do wipe off against you: notwithstanding be ye sure of this, that the kingdom of God is come nigh unto you.

12 But I say unto you, that it shall be more tolerable in that day for Sodom, than for that city.

13 Woe unto thee, Chorazin! woe unto thee, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works had been done in Tyre and Sidon, which have been done in you, they had a great while ago repented, sitting in sackcloth and ashes.

14 But it shall be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon at the judgment, than for you.

15 And thou, Capernaum, which art exalted to heaven, shalt be thrust down to hell.

16 He that heareth you heareth me; and he that despiseth you despiseth me; and he that despiseth me despiseth him that sent me.

17 And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name.

18 And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.

19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

20 Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.

21 In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so, Father; for so it seemed good in thy sight.

22 All things are delivered to me of my Father: and no man knoweth who the Son is, but the Father; and who the Father is, but the Son, and he to whom the Son will reveal him.

23 And he turned him unto his disciples, and said privately, Blessed are the eyes which see the things that ye see:

24 For I tell you, that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.

The good Samaritan
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25 And, behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?

26 He said unto him, What is written in the law? how readest thou?

27 And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.

28 And he said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live.

29 But he, willing to justify himself, said unto Jesus, And who is my neighbour?

30 And Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.

31 And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.

32 And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.

33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,

34 And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.

35 And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.

36 Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?

37 And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.

"Argali Dupont"



Maudlyn, you must understand...
everything I have done for you. Everything I am,
through Him...

I love you....

I love you...

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 29, 2016, 10:29:43 PM






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-Jesus Christ


Ephesians 6:17
King James Version (KJV)

"And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:"


"I'm happy that I met you, and unhappy that I have to go now."
Somehow.. that too, makes me happy. 

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 11, 2017, 12:09:59 AM
The Sword


|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 18



Romans 10:9
That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.

There was a final impossible shriek, petering off into an inhuman timber and death-rattle.

The cold passed,

over time.

The Doctor and his Subordinate waited in the halls as their shivering subsided.
The priest had been overlong, and evidently, overdue.

Such power! Thought the Doctor.
Such fortune; his Subordinate.

They were under stern instruction. They were not to enter the room,
under any circumstance. They were unprotected and the priest must be undisturbed.

The Doctor watched his Subordinate now. He stared down the hall at that particular door, housing that particular ward.
He had looked the same way an hour ago. The Doctor adjusted his spectacles.
There was a sound from the hall after a long, terse, silence.
The door creaked open. The Priest stepped into the hall, a book tucked under an arm, he fitted his hat with the other hand.

He smiled.
"Come." He bade.

The Doctor and Subordinate shared a glance, and proceeded in orderly fashion.
That is to say, they did not trip over another in the process.

As they neared, the Priest turned his head from the content of the room and began to speak:
"Now, I will require to see her, at least twice a week, and continue what was begot here. Its a miracle, really...
Gods will is a perfect mystery. You must needs proceed in your tender of the lass that she might strengthen on her road to rehabilitation.
Lest she relapse."

As they reached him, he turned his head in to the room as they inched to peer inside,
"Although.. I do not believe that to be her fate. No.."

The Doctor couldn't believe it. His Subordinate nearly choked.
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She smiled.
"Hello, Doctuer."
Her eyes caught the Subordinate. He blushed,
 and she laughed.

There was no sound like it before.


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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 13, 2017, 02:19:56 AM
10,000 or Bust

Stop me now?
Stop me how?

[Written in a thin, leather-bound journal]

Wandering in circles,
Wondering when we'll meet again.

This world is like a circus,
At least its fun with you, my friend.

Just know that everything I do is with you at its heart.

I wouldn't be now who I am if you didn't play a part.

It may be hard to understand,
but this is all to plan.

I don't want to complicate it,
I just want to liberate it.
I know that so many hate it,
but they'll all just have to take it.

I am here to stay,
Through sunshine, hell, or rain.

Knowing that you wait for me makes it worth the pain.


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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 18, 2017, 12:46:07 PM
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NeoN DawN

"Cops -wish- they could stop me."

To wake but never sleep?
Am I dreaming without waking?
Am I?
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-Transmission overide-




this is then
this is when
this is where they lose control
I don't know how
it got so loud
I still hear you
through the clouds

Chitter-chatter, jibber-jabber,
makes no sense at all.
There's a rattle, before the battle,
you die before you fall.

Raise your SHIELD, and draw your SWORD!
This ARMORS test cannot be passed!
On this battlefield we will be the LAST!
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2017, 09:16:04 AM

|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 19
The Redeemer

How long shall you hold me, devil?

Not long till my bonds be broken.
I wonder.
Yes, I do.
Oh, ever so deeply.
I'm afraid. I simply mean
the best.


This workman's fiddle,
within a riddle,
is sure to
pass the

Strange readings, Captain...
My, God!
Would you look at the thing!



We hold these truths to be self evident.

2 Corinthians 4:4
King James Version (KJV)

4 "In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not,
lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them."

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 26, 2017, 01:16:55 PM

"Excellence is not an act, but a habit."


From whence hath thou came?
Verily, I say, yea, return thee hence, to thine pit.
Lest the Lord's wroth wax hot upon thee.
Nor tallow nor ash shall remain thee, monster
...but motes of perfect dark

Psalm 23
King James Version (KJV)

1  The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2  He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3  He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4  Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5  Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6  Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Hither to Unknown
There will come a time when your ignorance, by mean of sheer arrogance, will shield you no longer.
The day of judgement reigns nigh. So there is a beginning, so too an end.
Though your deposition be early, your Savior be imminence.

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 30, 2017, 09:55:47 AM

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 31, 2017, 01:21:07 PM

They say that,

somewhere out there
is a beautiful island
where all your dreams and fantasies are a reality.
Where you never need to worry, for more then the moment it takes to swallow the notion.
The waters are clear, and crisp, and you are forever young.
Fruits and vegetables grow in verdant abundance, and,
there are no natural predators.

I have been there, but I could not stay.
I was so alone.

I would like to say, without delay
that of today, I am a way

to get away

to find the way

through all the pain

I am the rain.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 02, 2017, 12:11:36 AM



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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 20



Y-u ar- n-t al-n-

She panted. Each breath: pain.
A smile crept upon her scarred visage.

Her training was evolving a mind its own. A little inspiration goes a long way.
She was always good, she was quickly becoming great.

She took a steadying breath; it burned. She could use another seven or so...
She surged, Instructor slid a foot back half a fraction.
She saw without looking.
It was instinct by now. He was going to intercept her momentum with a half beat thrust and roll his shoulder inward to push or parry, given her response.
She ignored his smirk. That was a weapon too.
"Hyy~AH!" She thrust as expected, only she slammed her foot down just out of falling into his range- he surged.
Argali's eyes widened, but she did not panic. She slipped and parried, back peddling for her life. Instructor thrust, thrust, thrus- no!
He feinted a third, but instead shot out his free hand and grabbed her sword and turned his shoulder into her, preventing any turn of blade against him.
His rapier poked her belly and she froze, wincing at the pinprick.
They were face to face now. Perspiration formed his brow.
Their breathing was labored.
He smiled. Argali wondered.

"You're learning."

Argali was a little disappointed. Instructor released her sword, blood leaking from his hand.
Her voice was small, befitting her mood. "I thought I would get you.."
He wrapped a cloth about his offended hand. He bound it and walked away, resetting his position.
He faced her, "You might have."
His tone gave her pause...
It was high praise.

Argali crouched, ready to go again. Instructor looked tired, his shoulders heaved, though he fell into stance all the same.
She surged. He smiled.

Truly, she had come a long way.
Soon she would 'get him', as she might say.
He was proud of her. The daughter he never had.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 03, 2017, 10:15:29 AM
You walk not my streets.
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Argali considered the rain from quiet contemplation. It hissed just outside her canopied alcove in a steady stream.
It seemed to always be raining here. Yet slowly did any thing  grow. She perked as a color caught her peripheral.


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I am within. I am without.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 08, 2017, 12:17:57 AM
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Sometimes what we want the most, is the most painful experience we can imagine;

to remember....               

             ...who we are.

"I'm sorry... I cant go back anymore."

"We will meet again someday.... I love you. Goodbye."

I am broken, to be made again new.
So it is written.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 10, 2017, 03:07:21 AM
Gott Mit Uns
how language is used against you every day
(your associations are killing you)

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Mnemonic Dawn
(The Memewars)

Free your mind and dry your eyes
for every thing must end

look to the skies and realize
that this is all pretend


pretend that every thing's alright
meanwhile a child just died inside the night

come dawn's first light, I alight
I ignite
I will fight and bite and rip and tear until each snare is broke.

of things I've spoke, and rings I've yoked, I'd like to say farewell
for in this cell I've tasted hell and now I have awoke.

Bitter fate, the cruelest joke, I see each neon dawn.
God set me free, above the seas, into your loving arms.

test me then, until my end, I will no longer wait
for Satan's lies, to blind my eyes; no, I am not afraid.

I am not afraid...

I am not afraid.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 12, 2017, 10:08:18 PM

Prayer for Benediction

Oh, Father
would it be I could fly among them.
That they could see me truly as I am.

My wings... they flag under water.
I trust in you, however, though I know not your will.
I know your heart; of your mind.

So it was and so it is I am prospered though I am laid low.
Though I am broken I am remade.
Though I am shamed I am honored.
In Your name am I established.
Let it be on earth, as it is in heaven.
Let Your kingdom come,

Bring about the end,
that we may begin.

To Jesus all the glory eternal,
for I revel in your mercy and grace alone.

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~I'm... on the bottom of the ocean floor
Eye for eye
Drowning just to keep the score
Blaming the world outside ourselves
Surrounded by mirrors in a sinking shell


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 14, 2017, 02:30:20 PM
|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 21

We are one people.
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ye who art without form.
Oh, vicarious one. Canst thou hasten henceforth,
that thou might gain forthwith that which hearkens thy heart.
Wilt it be that which was is no more, but unto an age undiscovered.
Verily, yea, a perfect mystery unto its own.
Thy countenance shine so resplendent,
where be it I see what I have not ever seen.
Yon halo is holy. Yon voice is majesty.
Thy redolence be plenty.
I can not possibly want.
Thou art with me.
I shall hold firm the commandments of the Father,
that my guardian,
my angel,
might hearken thy trumpet.
Thy holy horn.
And herald about the end.
For therein lies the beginning;
of eternity.
Oh, rapturous day!
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For no man knows the end, let it begin...
For only a third of His host followed Lucifer, in to the world.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 15, 2017, 03:31:57 PM
Arc 2: The Second Age
Session 35
"The End is the Beginning"

But at what cost?
How to measure a soul?
I wonder.

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This dead society holds me no longer.
I am stronger.
I have been afforded this gift by no small measure.
No check or balance can accommodate what I have seen;
what I have experienced.

His unconditional love.
All I'll ever need is embrace it.

"Finishing well matters." He said.
"All your greatest heroes. The intellects you formulate your reality from.
How did they end?"

I could scarce but slow and surely wide my eyes,
at the truth. Madness, suicide, misgiving and poverty.
Not a penny to a name, just coffins full of shame.

"Do not misunderstand me. I shame them not. Let their lives serve as a parable. An example."
"Maudlyn, do not let their's be in vain."

"How can I reach them, father?"

"Time, and patience. You must love them, truly."
She cast her eyes low. He touched her cheek, drawing her gaze.
"You must love yourself; the gift of life."
Her brow knit at a silent admission.

"For life to flourish anew, it must gestate and grow just as with any form it takes."
"Fear not and take heart, my dear. For the Lord is with you where ever you go."

She knew it was true.
Her life and other's clearly demonstrated.
Though she could not place a math to it; the numbers did not add up.

She could only remember a story then...

|Shadow Academy|

The Reward of His Suffering
For it is good in my sight.
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by Julia May (http://www.faithwriters.com/article-details.php?id=76354)

I heard a story recently that grabbed hold of my heart and caused me to be ashamed of my own shallow Christianity.
It is a true story about two young men who lived long ago in another country who were so sold out to God, they sold themselves into slavery.
They had heard of a place that slave-traders owned and worked the land by the hands of the natives who lived there.
These evil traders would not allow missionaries anywhere near their slaves.
So the two brave missionaries (incognito) sold themselves as lifetime slaves -
to preach the gospel.

 The young men were to travel on a ship to a small island where three thousand natives lived who had never heard the name of Jesus.
Their lives were to be totally in God’s hands - they knew not what the future held.
They could be shipwrecked or even killed by the natives upon arrival at the appointed destination.
But it did not matter. The young men only knew that Jesus was worthy.
Theirs was a mission of winning souls for heaven.
The calling was in their hearts and there was no turning back.
This was for the Glory of the Holy God.

 All of their loved ones came to the harbor on that cold, dark cloudy day to see the boys off as they took voyage.
Their families were crying and questioning the wisdom of this commitment. ‘Did God really require the very lives of their sons for His service?
Was there not an easier, better way?’
The parents knew their young sons would never return for this was not a temporary arrangement, it was to be for the rest of their lives.
Their Mother’s hearts were broken. Their Father’s were stoic and quiet - unable to speak for the large lumps in their throats.
Pride burst in their hearts for their son’s dedication to the Lord yet they feared for the boys.
The younger siblings were clinging to them in desperation, unable to let go.
It was as if a funeral service was being held on the dock that day as the families clung to them for the very last time.

 The boys themselves were a little apprehensive and very sad to leave their families -
but very sure of their calling and the decision to willingly give their lives to the Living God.
Without a tear shed, they boarded the ship waiving and smiling. Their hearts were lightened as the peace of God flooded them.
This was God’s will for them both and they knew it, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

 As the ship left the harbor the boys were still waiving furiously to their loved ones.
It was recorded in history the words that one of them yelled across the ocean as the ship made her way.
He said this:

Shall not the lamb, have the full reward of His suffering!”

 Jesus Christ said: “He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.Matthew 10:39 KJV.

 These young men lost the lives they knew and loved with their families only to find their true lives in Christ and for the sake of the gospel.
This is an expression of the lengths a person will go who is truly walking with Christ in every sense.
It made me wonder; ‘what I am doing for the reward of His suffering? What are we all doing?

She watched the sun rise. Behind there was a lamentation as the rays cascaded blindingly over her,
but she did not turn,
as she set off into eternity

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I love you all.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 24, 2017, 07:25:19 PM
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brave_New_World),
That has such people in't.

— William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act V, Scene I, ll. 203–206
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 25, 2017, 04:26:03 PM
"Day Walker"

Chapter I

What alternative was there?
There simply was no other choice by comparison.
There was no other way.
It was destined;

Home is where the heart is,
after all.

Enter, then, one precocious youth.
Oblivious, and content.
How curious, that. O how very curious.

Some would call it serendipity.
Others, however, of a certain inclination,
of a certain disposition, well they might call it something else entirely.
Attributed to cosmic algebra and geometries beyond the ken of man.
They might call it mercy.

The world was dying.
The days were heavy. Suffocating.
Anywhere you went was the oppressive air.
Chaffing, drying.
Men were husks.
The vibrations were all wrong...

They were killing us,
and we worshiped them.

We were their slaves.
[Source: http://kanobu.ru/pub/431009/]

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Let me tell you about my father, then;
he was one hell of a man

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 29, 2017, 05:43:31 PM

"Day Walker"

Chapter II
Dark Deco

Staring from the shadows I inhabit.
There's a glimmer up ahead.
Of all the times I dreamed it,
I always end up dead.

If but for once upon my life,
if I could make amends,
there's never been a moment so right,
as to step into the light.
My father.. ?

That is the question, after all.

If only I could tell you true. All I have are my observations.
My personal dealings. My childhood. My life, really, up until this moment.
The way you are looking at me, like you already know him...

Perhaps you do.
If but for naught else, congratulations! You've made it!                 
Here we are now.
Commemorate it.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 31, 2017, 04:52:22 AM

"Day Walker"

Chapter III

The way things are now...
you wouldn't believe how they used to be.

How much my father has accomplished in such a short span.
A human life is such a passing thing, in comparison... yet the black art, the magic, the witchcraft,
have men bound and captivated.
Few look beyond the veil, and indeed, mock the notion.
They have been trained well; Like dogs,
by the right hand of my father.

But my father is not our creator, no,
he is not our God.

He is vanity, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Who am I, then?
I've been fighting to know myself...

Such irony that in a time of such unprecedented gnosis,
we have never been stranger children.

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I remember the deep.
I spent a lifetime there, before the coming of the light.
It was a cosmic horror eat cosmic horror kind of world,
an endless cycle of death, and rebirth.

And then the tides parted,
and He came:

The Truth.

He split the tide, beyond was glimpse of such beauty as I have never known.
He came as a stallion, pure white, with a horn betwixt His brow.
I can never forget.
The Unicorn pierced me in my side, and though I screamed from many mouths,
He pulled me to the surface, and I was free.
Behind was an ocean of blood, with no horizon,
and ahead were trials and tribulations.

That is the day I was born from flesh, in to spirit,
on the back of a unicorn.

In the time of my father on earth...
He that teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight;
I come to share this blessing, if you will but see, beyond these three dimensions.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 02, 2017, 01:17:43 PM

Word Study

Daniel 4

The dream is fulfilled.
28 All this came upon the king Nebuchadnezzar.
29 At the end of twelve months he walked in the palace of the kingdom of Babylon.
30 The king spake, and said, Is not this great Babylon, that I have built for the house of the kingdom by the might of my power, and for the honour of my majesty?
31 While the word was in the king's mouth, there fell a voice from heaven, saying, O king Nebuchadnezzar, to thee it is spoken; The kingdom is departed from thee.
32 And they shall drive thee from men, and thy dwelling shall be with the beasts of the field: they shall make thee to eat grass as oxen, and seven times shall pass over thee, until thou know that the most High ruleth in the kingdom of men, and giveth it to whomsoever he will.
33 The same hour was the thing fulfilled upon Nebuchadnezzar: and he was driven from men, and did eat grass as oxen, and his body was wet with the dew of heaven, till his hairs were grown like eagles' feathers, and his nails like birds' claws.

34 And at the end of the days I Nebuchadnezzar lifted up mine eyes unto heaven, and mine understanding returned unto me, and I blessed the most High, and I praised and honoured him that liveth for ever, whose dominion is an everlasting dominion, and his kingdom is from generation to generation:
35 And all the inhabitants of the earth are reputed as nothing: and he doeth according to his will in the army of heaven, and among the inhabitants of the earth: and none can stay his hand, or say unto him, What doest thou?
36 At the same time my reason returned unto me; and for the glory of my kingdom, mine honour and brightness returned unto me; and my counsellors and my lords sought unto me; and I was established in my kingdom, and excellent majesty was added unto me.
37 Now I Nebuchadnezzar praise and extol and honour the King of heaven, all whose works are truth, and his ways judgment: and those that walk in pride he is able to abase.
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...somewhere, over a rainbow...

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 04, 2017, 02:17:46 AM

"Day Walker"

Chapter IV
Love Letters

Its become easy saying goodbye.

Too easy.

I AM has sent me to you.

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"Demons are like dogs ~ They come when they're called."

Where'd you hear that?

"A friend of mine..."

A friend? Any credentials?

"Oh, for sure!"

...say no more, you lit up like a christmas tree.

"haah, its not like that."

Yeah, for -sure- now!


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 05, 2017, 06:13:28 PM

"Day Walker"

Chapter V
Shooting Stars

*/"We have another one, sir."



*/"There's more every day."




We don't have much time!

Such words echoed from the caverns below,
labyrinth in nature. From outside, you could see the way to the other side,
but from within...

You got lost.

They didn't have much time. They knew what was to come.

"The doors closing! We have to make it!"

An ancient rumbling shook the temple, adding a touch of madness to the panic as they raced through the honeycomb passages.
They were lost, but forging full speed ahead.
The light was fading, the door was closing.
The darkness began to chitter around them.
They ran. They ran.
Just as the darkness began to numb her limbs, just as she would have just fell, the door was before them, ancient and rumbling as it was near to close.

He picked her up,
and they ran;

They weren't gonna make it.
They weren't gonna make it.

He wouldn't let her go.
He couldn't make it alone...

The door was closing.
The door was closing.

The door was.


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They made it.


As the world dissolved around them.

Holy Ghost...

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Where do we go now?

What do we do now?

Who am I?


I'm coming.



Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 08, 2017, 04:17:37 PM

"Day Walker"

Chapter VI

I know.

I never talk about my mother.

Its not an easy subject for me, how can you talk about someone you only ever dreamed?
I suppose its one of my greatest, well, only regrets. If that makes any sense.
I don't like to dwell, believe it or not.

I remember she would sing to me when I was very young...
but I can't recall the words;
only the feeling.

Such like anywhere I went,
or anything I did,
she would be right there waiting for me.

At the end.

With a big smile and a big kiss.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 10, 2017, 05:03:21 AM

"Day Walker"

Chapter VII
Skald and Shadow

"What do you do with the names you are given?"
A symphony of voices.
"Kill them all."

"Why must you do so?"
A single voice.
"You told us to."

All eyes were on Argali, but No-one dared speak.

"To maintain Order, fey-child..."

There was silence.
"Without our efforts, the world will descend back into chaos.
Those we seek threaten the status quo, their names are not random,
it is a small sacrifice to pay for... the land of our fathers."

His eyes bored; painfully. He pointed.
"You, come." Argali came.
When she was before him, he presented an ornate dagger.
"Take this." She accepted, curious, then they brought the man out.
He was already begging and pleading. Argali's eyes went wide.
No-one pointed at the man as they bound him to a fixture.
"Kill him."

Argali hesitated, No-one smiled.
"Though you are top of the class," he looked over the auditorium, "you have but one glaring weakness..."
Argali stared at her first target. This was not an assessment, this was for real.
"Your ability is superb, but your instinct... is lacking." He offered a hand for the dagger back.
Argali hesitated. She knew it was true. She couldn't see the man as an enemy.
It was easy killing her classmates; this was different. He couldn't even fight back.

She almost didn't recognize her Academy name, it took a moment, but she turned to Him, he had his hand out.
She turned back to the sacrifice, who had gone quiet, and pale.
Her father chose that name...

She turned to No-one, and when she met his eyes, a quiet rage filled her, and she whipped the dagger blindly, end over end to her right.
There was a sickening thunk, followed by fervored whispering in the auditorium.
The sacrifice slumped to the floor with the dagger buried deep in his eye; his tongue rolled grotesquely.

Argali never saw him, her eyes were on No-one.

"She is rebellious, and quite possibly... a liability."

"Jondyle,"  the boy listened, intent.
"you know what to do."

Jondyle smiled handsomely.
"Whateva ya say,"
He was already kneeling, so he bowed.

~ Ghosts tell stories of worlds before me where
Darkness turns to light (darkness turns to light)
‘Til we fought ourselves to death, lost what hope we had
Caught up in the fire (caught up in the fire)

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 11, 2017, 03:00:45 AM

"Day Walker"

Chapter VIII
The Living Word


it makes all the difference in the world.

The birthing;
through the water and the spirit:


By means which the flesh is reborn in to spirit,
and cast free of all earthly shackles.

Whereby all will bow before the glory of the word of the one true living God.
For He is a living God, existing at all times. In all places.
Never changing and never failing.
The measure by which truth and beauty are attributed.
Not any witchcraft or false doctrine.

Join us,

in commemoration of our spirit,
to the one true living God.
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
-John 3:16

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 18, 2017, 05:45:46 PM
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 10, 2017, 10:53:17 PM
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
-Matthew 11:28

"I don't have friends, I got family."
-Vin Diesel

"Day Walker"

Chapter IX


She fell before she sank,
she sank before she swam.

She crawled before she walked,
and she walked before she ran.

She flew before she soared,
she soared before she burned;

and as she fell back to the earth,
she wondered what she learned.


Time was of the essence.

Behind the train rumbled off into the distance.
Ahead was the Gardes Manor. It was heavily guarded.
They had two and a half weeks to scope the place out and steal the artifact.
They didn't need that long.

It was almost midnight.

A sortie of dark figures filtered swiftly through the streets.
This was their first big job. They needed to work together,
they trained for this:


They hurried.
It was almost midnight.

She was flawless.

Why have you forsaken me?
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 17, 2017, 10:19:41 PM

"Day Walker"

Chapter X
Ever After


Maudlyn stared out over the waters.
They were still but for the celestial winds that stirred them that chill evening.
She gathered her cloaks. Lights from the lodge across the lake twinkled like a not so distant star.
The sun wouldn't be long; An hour or so. She had seen it from this vantage many times before.
The elf adjusted her pipe to the other side of her mouth, staring hard at something not quite there.
She dreamed.


They raged within her mind.
She could see footprints upon the sand.
Two pairs.


She stood fast upon her rock,
and nothing moved her,
though she was tested by every element.

Any Thing you could imagine.


Time drew near.
She could feel it in her bones.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 21, 2017, 12:17:44 PM

Word Study


Call for national repentance.
1  In the eighth month, in the second year of Darius, came the word of the Lord unto Zechariah, the son of Berechiah, the son of Iddo the prophet, saying,

2  The Lord hath been sore displeased with your fathers.

3  Therefore say thou unto them, Thus saith the Lord of hosts; Turn ye unto me, saith the Lord of hosts, and I will turn unto you, saith the Lord of hosts.

4  Be ye not as your fathers, unto whom the former prophets have cried, saying, Thus saith the Lord of hosts; Turn ye now from your evil ways, and from your evil doings: but they did not hear, nor hearken unto me, saith the Lord.

5  Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for ever?

6  But my words and my statutes, which I commanded my servants the prophets, did they not take hold of your fathers? and they returned and said, Like as the Lord of hosts thought to do unto us, according to our ways, and according to our doings, so hath he dealt with us.

The horsemen among the myrtles

7  Upon the four and twentieth day of the eleventh month, which is the month Sebat, in the second year of Darius, came the word of the Lord unto Zechariah, the son of Berechiah, the son of Iddo the prophet, saying,

8  I saw by night, and behold a man riding upon a red horse, and he stood among the myrtle trees that were in the bottom; and behind him were there red horses, speckled, and white.

9  Then said I, O my lord, what are these? And the angel that talked with me said unto me, I will shew thee what these be.

10  And the man that stood among the myrtle trees answered and said, These are they whom the Lord hath sent to walk to and fro through the earth.

11  And they answered the angel of the Lord that stood among the myrtle trees, and said, We have walked to and fro through the earth, and, behold, all the earth sitteth still, and is at rest.

12  Then the angel of the Lord answered and said, O Lord of hosts, how long wilt thou not have mercy on Jerusalem and on the cities of Judah, against which thou hast had indignation these threescore and ten years?

13  And the Lord answered the angel that talked with me with good words and comfortable words.

14  So the angel that communed with me said unto me, Cry thou, saying, Thus saith the Lord of hosts; I am jealous for Jerusalem and for Zion with a great jealousy.

15  And I am very sore displeased with the heathen that are at ease: for I was but a little displeased, and they helped forward the affliction.

16  Therefore thus saith the Lord; I am returned to Jerusalem with mercies: my house shall be built in it, saith the Lord of hosts, and a line shall be stretched forth upon Jerusalem.

17  Cry yet, saying, Thus saith the Lord of hosts; My cities through prosperity shall yet be spread abroad; and the Lord shall yet comfort Zion, and shall yet choose Jerusalem.

Four horns and four carpenters

18  Then lifted I up mine eyes, and saw, and behold four horns.

19  And I said unto the angel that talked with me, What be these? And he answered me, These are the horns which have scattered Judah, Israel, and Jerusalem.

20  And the Lord shewed me four carpenters.

21  Then said I, What come these to do? And he spake, saying, These are the horns which have scattered Judah, so that no man did lift up his head: but these are come to fray them, to cast out the horns of the Gentiles, which lifted up their horn over the land of Judah to scatter it.

The measuring line of Jerusalem
2  I lifted up mine eyes again, and looked, and behold a man with a measuring line in his hand.

2  Then said I, Whither goest thou? And he said unto me, To measure Jerusalem, to see what is the breadth thereof, and what is the length thereof.

3  And, behold, the angel that talked with me went forth, and another angel went out to meet him,

4  And said unto him, Run, speak to this young man, saying, Jerusalem shall be inhabited as towns without walls for the multitude of men and cattle therein:

5  For I, saith the Lord, will be unto her a wall of fire round about, and will be the glory in the midst of her.

6  Ho, ho, come forth, and flee from the land of the north, saith the Lord: for I have spread you abroad as the four winds of the heaven, saith the Lord.

7  Deliver thyself, O Zion, that dwellest with the daughter of Babylon.

8  For thus saith the Lord of hosts; After the glory hath he sent me unto the nations which spoiled you: for he that toucheth you toucheth the apple of his eye.

9  For, behold, I will shake mine hand upon them, and they shall be a spoil to their servants: and ye shall know that the Lord of hosts hath sent me.

10  Sing and rejoice, O daughter of Zion: for, lo, I come, and I will dwell in the midst of thee, saith the Lord.

11  And many nations shall be joined to the Lord in that day, and shall be my people: and I will dwell in the midst of thee, and thou shalt know that the Lord of hosts hath sent me unto thee.

12  And the Lord shall inherit Judah his portion in the holy land, and shall choose Jerusalem again.

13  Be silent, O all flesh, before the Lord: for he is raised up out of his holy habitation.

-HOLY BIBLE, *King James Version
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 22, 2017, 04:58:45 PM

"Day Walker"

Chapter XI
Over Mountains & Bridges

All the roads that led the way are winding.
And all the lights that lit the way are blinding..

Eyes alone could not traverse this gulf;
of the imagination if not the soul and very Spirit of creation.

Maybe if there was something to take away, it was that she was not alone,
after all.

She no longer toiled in darkness.
She bathed in light,
and warmth,
and love.

Only God could take that from her;
And if so:
she thanked Him for the mercy she had been given.

Now pray that we make a way!


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 23, 2017, 11:10:47 PM
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"Day Walker"

Chapter XII

When hearts of stone collide:
cracks appear to show.

Against the tides of time:
roots begin to grow.

And everything you used to dream;
or even thought to know:

Vanishes against the gleam,
of something new & old.

We are made in His image, so who is He to you?

O Heart of Stone,

Between Two Mountains?

What lies beyond the tides of time?

Wherefore art thou in it?

Love Love Love

Is stronger then death.

Love Love Love

Is stronger than death.

So I have found.


So I hope.

So I pray.

Every single,

Every day.


Jesus Christ ...
May we fare the way..

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 24, 2017, 04:26:10 PM
"Day Walker"

Chapter XIII
The Story Teller

She had fallen by his hand, twice in one evening...

He mocked the three of them,
those so foolhardy as to forge in to the night with delusions of grandeur.

Argali had seen enough- a deadly pair ravaging Rodica and her hapless Garda upon the wall.
They managed to sound the horn- a single and bleating blast rendering through the Western Outskirts.
Anya and Argali were making their way to the Temple of the Morninglord after a night of mourning, libations, and fellowship.
Father Miklos was dead and there were many still reeling from the sudden weight and reality of it all.
Toasts were shared,
drinks were plenty.

Fate had stock, here, as she raced to aid the Garda embroiled in sudden turmoil!
Unable to get through the gates to aid the local garda- and now fully beyond herself- emotional! She races to find a way around-
That's when they meet:

Face to face.

An Ezran Templar stood before him when Argali arrived, Anya stood fast.

The figure was garbed in black raiment.

He was regal, and imposing.
He seemed to smile as he looked upon the three woman who stood in defiance to his will.
Argali was livid. She bristled with just contained ferocity.
This is what she trained for.

She was a fool,
and followed him right into his trap.

As Argali moved to gain the initiative,
another figure bursted from the shadows!
A deadly duet was performed that left Argali floored- she scarely managed to get to her feet as The Antagonist, himself, pressed her on her last legs,
as his dastardly Shadow Companion moved for better vantage.

Argali had recently acquired a particular curio.. an elixir, if imbided, would restore her immediately to the peak of her condition. She could reset the situation and stay her footing!
She darted away from the mocking vampire:

"Perhaps we should get your fathers!"

He laughed as they gained the upper hand.

Argali fled, and nearly managed to imbibe the elixir- only to be so summarily laid low,
reeling, and left for dead.
The vampire, for he was certainly no man by his abyssal might, found his prey. Though Anya and the Templar
managed to stand their ground as Argali lay sprawled on the cobbles.. bleeding severely.. and fighting just to suffer.

She failed them...

Her breath left her, then,
cold and lifeless,
on the ground.

||-Character Biography- (http://www.nwnravenloft.com/forum/index.php?topic=623.msg576237#msg576237)||

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 25, 2017, 08:44:40 PM
"Day Walker"

Chapter XIV
Ammë (http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/elvish/phrases.html)

"Wake up, sunshine~"

take heart,
for I am with you,
where ever you go.

I will be with you,
until the end of time.

Maudlyn... I love you, Maudlyn.

You must understand.

"I love you forever."
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 08, 2017, 04:56:22 PM
"Day Walker"

Chapter XV


Another quiet evening,
but there was no peace to this one.

The solitude began to gnaw at her mind;
her limbs:
grew numb.

She lay in the hammock
and tried not to think
or dream
or scream
or cry.

Another fey mood...

It would pass.
Like all the others,

in to æther.
How long had she lived to feel this Way?

Doubts began to creep,
but silent & faithful,
did she keep.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 14, 2017, 11:25:35 AM

"Day Walker"

Chapter XVI

"All that glitters is not gold."

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 15, 2017, 12:39:12 AM

"Day Walker"

Chapter XVII
Prelude to an End

I sit here waiting,
with pen to parchment,
try hard, don't fake it.

I'm patient.

I'm pacing.

I'm taken.

I'm ancient.

The river flows;
and with it,
I go.

Can't bother to know.
This feeling it grows.
This reeling, it shows.
I'll live I suppose.

Its rather simple,
With God on your side.
I'll walk in the sun,
along with my Pride.
Come whatever decide,
I'm here by your side.
Across the divides,
of time and space.

We'll find our place.
Till then,

I say Grace.

I love your disgrace;
such a beautiful  face...

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 16, 2017, 09:31:51 PM

"Day Walker"
Chapter XVIII
How to Shed Salt
(Or: The New Testament)

"You sweat through your pores,
you cry through your eyes.

Just breathe; and we'll be alright.

-Sam G. Crow

" Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. "
-Matthew 5:13

The Mission of the Twelve
30   But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
31   Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
32   Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven.
33   But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.
34   Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.
35   For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.
36   And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.
37   He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.
38   And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me.
39   He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.
40   He that receiveth you receiveth me, and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me.
41   He that receiveth a prophet in the name of a prophet shall receive a prophet's reward; and he that receiveth a righteous man in the name of a righteous man shall receive a righteous man's reward.
42   And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward.
-Matthew 10:30 - 10:42

Therefore, I am not come to make peace, but war.
And there will be weeping, and gnashing of teeth;
And there shall be no rest for the wicked.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 18, 2017, 03:30:20 AM

"Day Walker"

Chapter XIX
Second Impact

"One stroke at a time."

Argali flustered, He smiled.

"It is the only way."

That was 23 years ago, to this day.

It seems the ones she loved the most,
annoyed her the easiest.

Such a feral child:


Now she only smiled at the memories, and set her face to what was before her.
She had a report to write.. The Storyteller was back, though this time,
she did not fall quite so easily.


Not so easily.

She kissed her crucifix, and began her task.

Most beloved brothers and sisters,
hear me now.

The Storyteller and his entourage have returned again.
I believe it is coming to a head. If he is called by such a title,
then surely he has a story to tell.

We should speak with him, on neutral grounds,
and see what he has died to say.

May be, it will allude us to some clue,
on how we might stop him;
for good.

Your sister through sickness and health,

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 19, 2017, 05:17:25 AM
"Day Walker"

Chapter XX
Twin Dragons

They were beaten, but not defeated.
This was war,
after all.

[She smiled]
"One stroke at a time."

Though alone, its not remiss,
as we  prepare, for any tiff.

Try they might, to make us fall,
we will stand among so tall.

Those who kneel, will know reward,
a gift is given by my Sword.

For kindred die, and kindred rise,
but Spirit  lasts, beyond all time

Rise and shine~ my beautiful race!


Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:

for thou art  with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

-Psalm 23:4
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 20, 2017, 01:27:44 AM
"Day Walker"

Chapter XXI
The Beginning

Though I am not you, I will always be with you,
for eternity.

I love you more than we can ever know,
little one.

We are the only  One.
We are the only  One.

From this fact you can not run.

How could they deny it?
How could they hide it?
The shivering in your spine.
The worms inside your mind.

We were born for this,
bred for this:
Shed our tears, we bled for this.

The Promised Land
If I could stretch my hand~
I'd follow through;
but in this task,
my need is you.

All this time, inside the dark...
... its time once more,
to find our part.

This place in life,
O where to start:
Yon hark~
Till after dark.
You are that spark.
That trace of life.
That made it through
All pits and strife!
And now I bid you all
Fare well

For in the Heavens I must dwell.

I love you forever.

The End


iEre The Sun Rises!

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 22, 2017, 01:55:29 PM


The Long Shadow

"A hand is only as black as the blood that stains it."

-Argali Dupont
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 23, 2017, 06:06:11 AM
[Case Work]   Vanguard


Storied individuals,
to say the least...

~Sir Lexington Grey of Havenshire,
What a name,
what a mane.

Young, brash.
Idealistic; charming.
I see why he guards her so.
He simply must.


There is so much terror.
It is the turning of the tide, now, however.
No longer shall we succumb to the fever of flesh!
We are clean and holy! We are vessels for His hand!

His Kingdom Come

Sister Iridni was in full muster. I swelled with Pride.
Tatum was astonishingly versatile, despite her near complete adolescence! A young prodigy...
I wonder...

-Argali Dupont

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 29, 2017, 09:44:06 PM
Chapter I

One Mile to Marathon

She studied, and trained hard.
It wouldn't be long now until they returned.
She was ready.


Her prayer


MATTHEW {22:28-33}
...Sadducees and the resurrection
28  Therefore in the resurrection whose wife shall she be of the seven? for they all had her.
29  Jesus answered and said unto them, Ye do err, not knowing the scriptures, nor the power of God.
30  For in the resurrection they neither marry, nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels of God in heaven.
31  But as touching the resurrection of the dead, have ye not read that which was spoken unto you by God, saying,
32  I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob? God is not the God of the dead, but of the living.
33  And when the multitude heard this, they were astonished at his doctrine.


Ashes to ashes ! & Dust to dust !


Can you see beyond the waves?

Spoiler: show

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 04, 2017, 10:40:28 AM
Chapter II

Strange Aeons
The stars were aligning now.
How temporals and space worked, though,
was beyond what most could consider.

The end of an age...
...the beginning of another.

Things were in retrograde now.
Things would be happening in reverse,
back to the beginning.

This is what she trained for.

God save us all.

Give us not more than we can bare.
Let mercy and grace fall upon us,
the unworthy.
The unrepentant.

The filthy and unclean.

Give us cause to rise to such heights.

Show us your Hand!

Give us our daily bread,
and deliver us from evil.

Let iron sharpen iron,
and loose your angels.


Your entire host,

We are at war.

In Jesus Christ name, Almighty!

Free our souls.

Spoiler: show

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 12, 2017, 09:59:27 AM
Chapter III

Lantern Bearer


Mark 3
Jesus heals many by the sea
Spoiler: show
7   But Jesus withdrew himself with his disciples to the sea: and a great multitude from Galilee followed him, and from Judaea,
8   And from Jerusalem, and from Idumaea, and from beyond Jordan; and they about Tyre and Sidon, a great multitude, when they had heard what great things he did, came unto him.
9   And he spake to his disciples, that a small ship should wait on him because of the multitude, lest they should throng him.
10  For he had healed many; insomuch that they pressed upon him for to touch him, as many as had plagues.
11  And unclean spirits, when they saw him, fell down before him, and cried, saying, Thou art the Son of God.
12  And he straitly charged them that they should not make him known.
13  And he goeth up into a mountain, and calleth unto him whom he would: and they came unto him.
14  And he ordained twelve, that they should be with him, and that he might send them forth to preach,
15  And to have power to heal sicknesses, and to cast out devils:
16  And Simon he surnamed Peter;
17  And James the son of Zebedee, and John the brother of James; and he surnamed them Boanerges, which is, The sons of thunder:
18  And Andrew, and Philip, and Bartholomew, and Matthew, and Thomas, and James the son of Alphaeus, and Thaddaeus, and Simon the Canaanite,
19  And Judas Iscariot, which also betrayed him: and they went into an house.
20  And the multitude cometh together again, so that they could not so much as eat bread.
21  And when his friends heard of it, they went out to lay hold on him: for they said, He is beside himself.
22  And the scribes which came down from Jerusalem said, He hath Beelzebub, and by the prince of the devils casteth he out devils.
23  And he called them unto him, and said unto them in parables, How can Satan cast out Satan?
24  And if a kingdom be divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.
25  And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.
26  And if Satan rise up against himself, and be divided, he cannot stand, but hath an end.
27  No man can enter into a strong man's house, and spoil his goods, except he will first bind the strong man; and then he will spoil his house.
28  Verily I say unto you, All sins shall be forgiven unto the sons of men, and blasphemies wherewith soever they shall blaspheme:
29  But he that shall blaspheme against the Holy Ghost hath never forgiveness, but is in danger of eternal damnation.
30  Because they said, He hath an unclean spirit.
31  There came then his brethren and his mother, and, standing without, sent unto him, calling him.
32  And the multitude sat about him, and they said unto him, Behold, thy mother and thy brethren without seek for thee.
33  And he answered them, saying, Who is my mother, or my brethren?
34  And he looked round about on them which sat about him, and said, Behold my mother and my brethren!
35  For whosoever shall do the will of God, the same is my brother, and my sister, and mother.

Mark 5
Devils cast out
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1   And they came over unto the other side of the sea, into the country of the Gadarenes.
2   And when he was come out of the ship, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit,
3   Who had his dwelling among the tombs; and no man could bind him, no, not with chains:
4   Because that he had been often bound with fetters and chains, and the chains had been plucked asunder by him, and the fetters broken in pieces: neither could any man tame him.
5   And always, night and day, he was in the mountains, and in the tombs, crying, and cutting himself with stones.
6   But when he saw Jesus afar off, he ran and worshipped him,
7   And cried with a loud voice, and said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God? I adjure thee by God, that thou torment me not.
8   For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean spirit.
9   And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.
10  And he besought him much that he would not send them away out of the country.
11  Now there was there nigh unto the mountains a great herd of swine feeding.
12  And all the devils besought him, saying, Send us into the swine, that we may enter into them.
13  And forthwith Jesus gave them leave. And the unclean spirits went out, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea, (they were about two thousand;) and were choked in the sea.
14  And they that fed the swine fled, and told it in the city, and in the country. And they went out to see what it was that was done.
15  And they come to Jesus, and see him that was possessed with the devil, and had the legion, sitting, and clothed, and in his right mind: and they were afraid.
16  And they that saw it told them how it befell to him that was possessed with the devil, and also concerning the swine.
17  And they began to pray him to depart out of their coasts.
18  And when he was come into the ship, he that had been possessed with the devil prayed him that he might be with him.
19  Howbeit Jesus suffered him not, but saith unto him, Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee.
20  And he departed, and began to publish in Decapolis how great things Jesus had done for him: and all men did marvel.

Jairus' daughter raised
21  And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
22  And behold, there cometh one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name; and when he saw him, he fell at his feet,
23  And besought him greatly, saying, My little daughter lieth at the point of death: I pray thee, come and lay thy hands on her, that she may be healed; and she shall live.
24  And Jesus went with him; and much people followed him, and thronged him.
25  And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years,
26  And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse,
27  When she had heard of Jesus, came in the press behind, and touched his garment.
28  For she said, If I may touch but his clothes, I shall be whole.
29  And straightway the fountain of her blood was dried up; and she felt in her body that she was healed of that plague.
30  And Jesus, immediately knowing in himself that virtue had gone out of him, turned him about in the press, and said, Who touched my clothes?
31  And his disciples said unto him, Thou seest the multitude thronging thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?
32  And he looked round about to see her that had done this thing.
33  But the woman fearing and trembling, knowing what was done in her, came and fell down before him, and told him all the truth.
34  And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.
35  While he yet spake, there came from the ruler of the synagogue's house certain which said, Thy daughter is dead: why troublest thou the Master any further?
36  As soon as Jesus heard the word that was spoken, he saith unto the ruler of the synagogue, Be not afraid, only believe.
37  And he suffered no man to follow him, save Peter, and James, and John the brother of James.
38  And he cometh to the house of the ruler of the synagogue, and seeth the tumult, and them that wept and wailed greatly.
39  And when he was come in, he saith unto them, Why make ye this ado, and weep? the damsel is not dead, but sleepeth.
40  And they laughed him to scorn. But when he had put them all out, he taketh the father and the mother of the damsel, and them that were with him, and entereth in where the damsel was lying.
41  And he took the damsel by the hand, and said unto her, Talitha cumi; which is, being interpreted, Damsel (I say unto thee) arise.
42  And straightway the damsel arose, and walked; for she was of the age of twelve years. And they were astonished with a great astonishment.
43  And he charged them straitly that no man should know it; and commanded that something should be given her to eat.

Mark 6
The mission of the twelve
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7   And he called unto him the twelve, and began to send them forth by two and two; and gave them power over unclean spirits;
8   And commanded them that they should take nothing for their journey, save a staff only; no scrip, no bread, no money in their purse:
9   But be shod with sandals; and not put on two coats.
10  And he said unto them, In what place soever ye enter into an house, there abide till ye depart from that place.
11  And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear you, when ye depart thence, shake off the dust under your feet for a testimony against them. Verily I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for Sodom and Gomorrha in the day of judgment, than for that city.
12  And they went out, and preached that men should repent.
13  And they cast out many devils, and anointed with oil many that were sick, and healed them.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 15, 2017, 03:50:11 AM
Chapter IV

Wayward Sword

There was no problem; it just was so:
That to Live by the Sword, you must also Die by it!

En Garde,
you foolish man!

Alors, vous nous dépouilleriez-vous?

For the Children & the Commonwealth!

Mon sang pour les leurs.


They spoke with great airs about such small things.
Men bled, women were dying; many were dead.
Their boots were shod with viscera, and squelched where they stepped.
Still, they motioned, ever they smiled;
Their eyes like glass: hollow, on the other side.

It is these things which have brought me here today...
To bring this Sword against you.

While others have slept, I have been pining.

En Garde,
I come!

Spoiler: show
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 17, 2017, 06:21:26 AM
Chapter V

Somewhere Out There

Somewhere out there it once did lie...
Though never seen its no surprise.
A force exists beyond our eyes,
if all is death then where is life?


Where be it?
Once and then unseen.
Unkeen, unknown, the seeds, I've sown
I've grown, while prone, these roots, break stone!
You will atone,
This is,
my home!

When all is said and done that night,
just know that things will be set right.

I have no knife, but yet, a Sword
to dance and race on through the Horde
to seek the heart of the Unclean
and wake them from this fever dream...

I'll tear you from the seams.
I'll haunt your every dream.
I am in every beam of light,
that seeks you through the endless night.

God have mercy on your soul...

Ai, Ren yallo!
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 23, 2017, 10:13:57 AM
Chapter VI


Screams filtered the air.
Still it was not as loud as the temple-bell's ringing, or the roaring and thundering of that terrible devil flame...

Oh, yes, I know your name...

Men, women and children ran and hid as best they could. Heedless, clueless, as to what raged around them.
They knew but one thing and it was flight. Nothing else held them.

You dare gaze upon me?

No, there was one who stood fast.
One who did not scream. One who watched, smiling, with a sword in hand;
And the devil never touched her.

You will know sorrow.
I swear.

I know.

Spoiler: show
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 03, 2017, 09:24:22 PM
Spoiler: show
//In loving memory of Chester Bennington, and all those who have lost their lives to societal sickness; to whom I would not be who I am today... God rest your souls.
Chapter VII

Prisoners of the Mist

The Corpse-Kings sat high and mighty, sure of themselves. They had grown weak in their rule.
Maudlyn could see them clearly, their influence, their madness. Their curse was such that it covered the core in a miasma:

Nothing would grow here.

Those so afflicted, their one and many thralls, kneeled willingly, just for a taste of the muck of their boots; Shameless, sick.
Their words did not match their actions. Their words didn't even match their words, sifting and changing, superfluous like the runoff spewed forth by the city.

It was bleak, it was dark, but still, as ever, she kept heart.
She was stronger than ever before. Certain of but one thing- her God above; far, far above;
beyond the ken of the petty gods that sought to consume her: Cowards, liars, murderers... to a soul.
All could be forgiven, but to blaspheme against the Holy Spirit. When faced with such mortal death: she would fight, she would die, before she ever allowed them to break her spirit.
Those fallen before, they suffused her. They cried to her; wailing, screaming, begging, pleading... calm, cool, collected... needing:


Those all but damned and forgotten- they would be free, one day- she knew not when- but judgement reined nigh.

With God as my witness, I will not rest until death do us part.
Nowhere will be safe but the shadows you breed. A prison of your own design.

Come then, attack, assassinate. In falling you will know no solace, but a finite existence before you are cast into the burning pit.
Here is no rest, here is no peace;

Here is WAR.

For liberty  & death!

Spoiler: show

See me, then, devil.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 04, 2017, 02:10:32 PM
Where was Chastity? Where was Virtue?
How could one one know it, if one could not be it?

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 06, 2017, 06:40:57 PM

The Way

Where one road ends, the Way begins,
and the Way leads ever on.

Maudlyn no longer walked like the others... she could not place value to mere physical constructs any longer.
Not when a spiritual war raged around her.
Not when those fallen were forgotten but in name or agenda.

The Gates were open once more, though she could not see it, she felt the current, and let it take her, like angels under arm.

She could feel  it.. beyond the scant senses the others clung to so wretchedly for but another pull of toxic air.
It was so pitiful, she wanted to be disgusted, she wanted to be angry, but she was overcome- by grief.

Stronger then ever before, it did not cripple her as it once had...
she kept on the Way,
for truly, there was none other.


She followed her dream; and though the land was  barren and waste, here  life could begin anew.

Spoiler: show
I would like to thank everyone who I have had the pleasure to interact with, for good or for ill, and wish nothing but the very best on all of you.
I find history repeats itself, after all.  :D  Don't weep for me, I am off to bigger and better things. I only hope my spirit lives on in the people I touched,
for good. Before anyone asks, I am not suicidal, or feeling anything ill, its just time once more to return to my path & work. Again, I've grown so much
in such a short time thanks to all the amazing minds that collaborate here. My greatest detractors, are some of my best influences. It can be hard to find
fault in your friends, it can be harder to let them go- but I know this is for the betterment of the entire community to a soul; and so I bid you all fare well,
and, as ever, God bless each and every one of you till Kingdom Come.

Good bye,
-Carlos RR Torres


She was free.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 08, 2017, 07:47:10 PM
Entry 1

There are some verses, and a drawing of a tree split down the middle...

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 13, 2017, 02:10:24 AM
There is some sort of alien composition strewn throughout the parchment...

Entry 2

It is strange here, yet wonderful.
All I see is glory. All around me. Here things grow.
I love it here.
I wish you were here.
I've dreamed it quite plainly,
to you I've endeared,
I wish we could make this,
a thing we could share,
but some thing has mainly
brought us compared.

We are so impaired
We are so impaired...
I can feel it surging.
Boiling below the surface. Something this way comes.
I can only observe, and marvel, as life flourishes anew...
Spoiler: show


Thank you.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 21, 2017, 04:32:17 AM
The following page is even more robust, and full of images and script...

Entry 3

Where to begin?

That is ever the way of it, I've come to find.
Once upon a dream ago,
All I knew was what you know
but cross the path of reason lies
a world beyond the serpent's eyes.


State of the Union
(also known as "Oligarchy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oligarchy)")


You've tread on the very people you proclaim to stand for.
God bless our  eyes.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 27, 2017, 03:02:01 AM
Entry 4

I've had a vision.

O yes,

There among the fringes,
just out of sight.

He lies.

Spoiler: show

When that failed...
some spell-


My jaw...
my God.
The Pain.

he did something,
my teeth drove together...
they're crooked now.
The Pain,
she speaks a language all her own...


Mhhh! MHHHH!
Mh.. mhh.. mh.
Guh, huh huh..

Such magic as I have never seen;
it hurts, I can barely move my jaw.. let alone anything else, a nerve twitches and Im taken again- I hear a crack. I taste sand. Copper.. iron? I don't taste it often, this taste.
I spit out blood and brittle, and smile, wiping my mouth.

"I will gladly spit out every one of my teeth if but the last is at you, devil."

Something dribbles from my mouth.
I smile and I mean it.
It doesn't even hurt.

I swore vengeance against ye, devil.
Gods judgement reigns nigh.

Spoiler: show

I leave tomorrow,
on my pilgrimage;
but first I pray.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 01, 2017, 01:44:34 AM
Entry 5

"Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
This is the first and great commandment.
And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets."

Reflecting on these waters...
I consider my visage. How my pride is so strung like a chord;
My, how some can play,
but life is not a game.

We must all learn this lesson,
before the end.

[A sketch of a body of water below a flashing comet dominates the page.]
My journey has brought me far, and away,
and yet, the future is ever over the horizon.

I have often wondered what it is to dream...
And have now begun to realize why I can not.
This is all  a dream. Now I wonder what its like to be awake.
It makes me smile, and it makes me cry.
O Joy~
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 03, 2017, 11:56:59 PM
Entry 6

Rise Up, My People

As I travel through the lands, I feel it start to peel away.
Ancient & hidden lores abound.


What I saw before and what I see now.
There is a story to tell.

And every story has an end.
Where is the rain?   

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 05, 2017, 06:44:26 AM
In loving memory...
[God bless us everyone, we're a broken people living under loaded gun]

Entry 7

Woe be it to say;
Blessed be.

So it is written.

So it is.

A harvest of souls for thee, my Lord.

[A portrait is drawn with great hand.]
The other day I saw a procession in the far fields.
I know not where they were going, only it was not where I am now...
I couldn't help but feel they were lost.

I keep dreaming of a world I thought I'd never see,
But I already have.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 07, 2017, 06:00:32 AM
Entry 8

How far have I wandered?
Into the Red?

"Thou shalt not kill."
Yet how many have died to these hands?
How many have bled?
How many bleed?

Who is yet to die?


These lands are familiar now... Mists border the realm.
I stand on the precipice,
of life & death.

Its all I have ever known.
I was born to this, bred for it...

We all were.
Though ink may fade, only the waters may wash away this blood.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 12, 2017, 03:27:52 AM
Entry 9

"Light years measure distance, not time."

I'm almost there now,
to the summit again,
where I spoke to Him.

Where He answered me,
in my affliction...

I felt the love,
the hand grasping,
unable to let go.

What came before,
cannot touch what is yet to come;
Beyond this neon dawn.

O love forlorn,
my soul is torn,
I cry & mourn,
and am ignored.

What to it then to take it back,
to make it right & true at last.
Too long I've lived into the past,
Its time to set the stage & cast.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 13, 2017, 12:02:50 AM

She climbed the final rung,
to stand before the blazing sun, the clouds & mist began to swirl...

He was coming,
there wasn't much time for them, here.
The sun shone through,
blinding her completely.

Lord? Lord?

I am Jesus whom thou persecutest.
But rise, and stand upon thy feet: for I have appeared unto thee for this purpose,  to make thee a minister and witness both of these things  which thou hast seen, and of those things  in which I will appear unto thee;
Delivering thee from the people, and from  the Gentiles, unto whom now I send thee,
To open their eyes, and  to turn them  from darkness to light, and from  the power of Satan unto God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me.

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 17, 2017, 01:19:08 AM
For Emily, rest in peace.

Blessed are  the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.

Maudlyn couldn't help but feel a certain sense of Deja Vu as she watched the mistbanks over the waters that stretched forth beneath her;
They roiled and bellowed, distantly.

She was still catching her breath.
Even then.

How did she ever get here?
She only dreamed of this.
It was all true.
All of it.
Her faith,
was rewarded.

It was no less than a miracle.

Never in her wildest imaginings could she dream this:

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She could only weep, for utter Joy.
As they stood upon the waters,
as one.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 23, 2017, 09:52:04 AM
Entry 10


I am conflicted;
Yet ever have I been.

If this cup would pass me;
Your will be done by then.

So I save for lastly;
The matters of my heart.

If these are the last days;
How soon will mine start?

I remember the Preacher now.
His fire.
His tenacity.
His vigor & life.
To any who would lend ear.

Mine are fine.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 24, 2017, 12:53:54 PM
Entry 11
[An intricate drawing of an armored elven warrior standing against a horned writhing mass dominates the page.]
I see you, Satan.
Its all yellow.
Lately everything and everyone I see is yellow.

Thats good.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I just pray, every day,
and have been never led astray.

So unto the day, unto the dawn~
I sing in praise~ WE CARRY ON!

Unto the day, unto the dawn~
I sing in praise~ WE CARRY ON!

Though the days are short
And the nights are long
I will keep in strength
I will carry on!

There's much more at stake,
then the present state
I will ellivate
I will carry on

If there's truth in speak,'
how much can I keep?
Will I fall asleep,
will I stay awake?

In a state of fugue,
I still drift away,
will I fade away,
in to nothing?

I will stay away!
I will fly away!
I will try today!
I will find a way!
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I will find a Way!
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 28, 2017, 11:52:06 AM
Entry 12

[The entry begins with a forlorn landscape, enthroned in ice & blue. A single rose breaks the plain, burning red, and in complete defiance.]
I can still see it,
I breathe the same air.
A thousand year journey, in the blink of an eye.

If I am but a notion, romantic in inception,
I pray so least I am of truth, and never a deception.

I need your love, I need your protection,
I need what I swore against in insurrection.

I've burned, and in so many furies yearned,
for yesterday; so what now have I learned?

If these things  cannot be couth,
I pray, again, to find my use.
Why then does the rose bear thorn?
To protect her from those who would steal  the blossom.

Will I dream in silence?
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 31, 2017, 04:03:46 AM
Circa 772

Maudlyn Dupont
"I can still hear those deals my father whispered with the devil, echoing through time. They ripple in space, even now, before my very eyes."

Maudlyn was born in a Forgotten Realm, to a city by the name of Riativin,
also commonly known as the City of Thieves, colloquially.

   She is the only child of Eldon'vae, a high ranking demonologist & magician, involved in the deepest levels of aristocracy & statecraft in surrounding regions, and abroad.
Maudlyn never knew her mother, but can remember her singing when she was very young; her father claims she died in birthing her, and otherwise produced an abusive relation & social structure to her formative years. Indeed, Maudlyn is the product of much misery & suffering.

   She was enrolled in a ruthless & clandestine assassin school at a young age called, simply, Shadow Academy, where she graduated with distinctions, despite her perceived as invalid gender, and, until that point: race, being of an elven lineage. She gained the name Argali (which is a kind of mountain goat) upon enrollment to this school.

   On her first ever mission, she was assigned to a group of fellow graduates & classmates, where she was ultimately betrayed, and left to die as she plummeted into the cliff-side ocean, and slipped beneath that castle's waves. When she emerged, she was changed, and lived a wretched & violent history before travelling into a mistbank on a forest road, lost. When she arrived in the Realms of Dread she largely wandered, vagrant, and haunted by her past...

Until she met the preacher; a man of God,
and boon servant of the Lord & Savior, and her Redeemer: Jesus Christ.
She never knew his name.

That was five years ago.
Circa 772
Spoiler: show
Maudlyn has striking red hair, and a pair of mismatched eyes: one green, and the other brown.
This condition is called: Heterochromia.

"The way of love"
"When I was a child, I understood as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is  charity."

1 Corinthians 13:11-13

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 05, 2017, 05:21:03 PM
entry 13

[The entry consists of a sketching
of a man hanging from a crucifix.]

if I can take it, I can make it
If I can put all these broken pieces, back together again... if I can feel the wind upon my face, and the light upon my eyes... your warmth upon my breast.
if I can take it, I can make it

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever

I love you, forever


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 08, 2017, 02:40:00 PM
Entry 14

I wonder,
as I often do.

I like to stay busy, somehow.
Idle hands are the devil's play things.

When will we be delivered?
Hither to where we've been brought?

When will we be forgiven?
Will we deserve it or not?

When will we think of the children?
Inherent to what we have wrought?

Because of these I keep on fighting,
for the Glory, the temple of God.

[A masterpiece is presented.]
...I will not fall to doom....

I will bloom.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 09, 2017, 05:52:29 PM
Yet I Continue

You never forget their faces, no, not really.
They leave an impression, a scar.
Try as you might, someone will always see.
Someone will know. Now, the truth is:
Their opinion is not it. There is but one truth.


Jesus Christ.



...In the year of our  Lord....

[What is red dye blotches the page in artistic rendition. Some text follows.]

By the waters  & the spirit  I am made clean.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 10, 2017, 05:01:55 PM
Entry 15

iAi, Ren Yalo!
(rough elvish translation: 'Hail, my heart!')

Drowning, consuming,
subsumed in illusion.

Its proven,
these things are delusion.

On the dot
The din makes my heart drop
it pops
like a bomb
and all along,
I was wrong.
They're all gone.
I'm a song, singing to a memory, of better times; of soon to be's
Like roots & trees, we'll grow, until then? Only God knows.

Go in peace, then, my heart.

"God bless you, always."

I can still remember my childhood,
It permeates from my being. These hands have known such slaughter, and yet? To be delivered from such affliction:
To so irrevocably give witness to an all consuming creational force, completely above and beyond the means of any science or convention agreed upon by men, often to the utter enslavement of everyone affected by such lofty and inventive notions.

How could this happen? How could so many be so under the spell of men? Of Satan? That most sly of serpents. That brigand, always awaiting me in the next shadow.
... he pulled my tooth again. Perhaps the weight of my sin.. he can use it against me. It gives him license, but not authority. NO. The devil has not gotten the best of me, yet.

Your Grace; consume me.

Your Mercy; imbue me.

Make me a new me. Show me charity, where there was none, lend me character, within the slums.
May your Glory be manifest, and ready, and apparent.
May your enemies be dashed and scattered.
Talitha cumi; which is, being interpreted, Damsel, (I say unto thee), arise.   
And lay waste unto all who oppose His divine will.
His Perfect ordinance;
may we deliver our charge:


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 01, 2017, 02:38:42 PM
Entry 16

[A coloring depiction of a massive unicorn-helmed warrior arising from a body of water commands the page.
This is amidst a massive planar cycle, and a solitary observer at a hillock on the foreground.]

From the echelons, she comes...
Of the epochs, she speaks.
For enigmas are known,

In eternity's throne.


save me.

All she could recall.. was the cheers and jeers of those who watched her and Morvayn in those pits.
It was all a game- despite the climes & portends here she was bearing arms against her very own.

Some sparring was never remiss~
They clashed as equals for a long time, each gaining a hand or a half over the other in any given span yet never finding a sure opening.
It was apparent neither were used to the rules of their current contest, yet they met with equal resolve to hazard a solution.
The elf was a rare sight- full of bravado and shouting her name like some foreign sensation.
Yet, when, their bout met with a lull, when the pair almost seemed to hesitate in their actions, the elf, Argali, yielded,
blessed her opponent, and made her way, wounded, from the arena. She was the only combatant to yield in the entire affair.

Argali, she called herself when she cut her opponent.
Argali, as she feinted and flourished.
Argali, as the arena grew bloody.
Argali, until she yielded,
and was Maudlyn once more.

The rains they
I remember the rain

I can remember the rain, and the bloom.


Do you remember?

Remember who you are.


[Unlike most entries, there is no signature here.]
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 19, 2017, 08:32:25 AM
Entry 17

[A young boy & girl sit around a fire, as death plays the minstrel.]
O,y es
tis combing like a wire

Full of static & discharge;
molten in semination.


A demonstration,
a commemoration,
an inauguration, of the bold.

A story untold, these pages unfold,
to ages of old, where right met with gold.


[Blood stains the bottom of the page, mysteriously...]
Ḳ̹̱̪̖̺̪e̦͈͝ẹ̷̪p̵͉̗̱̱͚̗ ̡̺͕̬̳̘̲dr̨ẹ̠̮͝a̶̬m̮͚̖̕i̺̙̦̝͓̙̞ṉ̭̱̝ͅg͚ͅ,͏̰̩͕͇͇̥ S͉͍͉͓͖̪s͏̥͕̯u͓̦̭c̬̪̀h͉͚̞̱̜ ṣ̼̼̙̥ͅs̳͡w͎̞e҉et̵̥͖̖͕̜ ̠̞̹d̰̱̠̱̱ͅr̯̞̯̟͜ͅe̖͝a̰͖m̢̮̦͔s͚̬͈͖̖͍̹s͎̜.̥̟̯

[/b][The artist's rendering of a harvest moon is impeccable.]

[Inks & oils are used to achieve a surreal effect, on the next page.](https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/95/35/ea/9535ea19c2321304c93a10a535373a7c.jpg)

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 03, 2018, 01:07:01 PM
Entry 18

[A lone wolf ambles against a boreal tempest.]

Its cold outside.
So I keep telling myself,
over and over.

I hear those words more than any others.
From myself, from the others; whoever they be.

Its cold outside.

And yet if home is where the heart is...
why have I been led down this road?

Why is there no hold, no sanctuary for me?
My God bid me adieu. I am made the villain.
Black heart.
Glass arm.
Nerve of yarn.

Jesus Christ,  deliver us...
I have ventured so far now, and though the harvest is ever nigh,
and I can see through both my eyes, I have yet to realize: home.

Where is my heart?
And yet I continue

Spoiler: show
Ad Finem
For no weapon formed against me shall prosper,
these scars build character. These flaws turn to cause.
This spirit never spent, until its purpose met.

Another year has gone today,
and so I mark a row of graves.
I thank my God for still as now,
I stand among the rank & proud.

I stand among the bold & loud.
The meek & stout.
The true & tried,
the big surprise.

All praises due to the Most High.
All glory is of God.



Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 07, 2018, 03:53:41 AM
Entry 19

[A bizarre collage of unidentified characters is depicted.]

I remember.

Time makes fools  of us all.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 08, 2018, 01:34:37 PM
Entry 20

[An elven damsel reflects over a battlefield.]

We are called not to judge, to persecute, to condemn,
but to love and cherish and suffer for.

Though this burden is great, your strength is greater!
This spirit unconquered through time or space.
For this world and its fashions are passing things,
passing away, yet the spirit remains; unswayed.

Tomorrow yields another dawn,
get to it then, it won't be long
till these days pass in to song
The spirit waits, the water's calm..

Your Glory

Your Honor

Your Inheritence

Loose! Your heavenly host!
The bonds & yoke! Broken!
In Jesus Christ name!
The curse and affliction! Lifted!
By divine providence & authority invested in this spirit!
JESUS CHRIST! Deliver us from evil, on this most auspicious day,
in your name we pray.

El Shaddai

[Inks & oils are used to achieve a surreal effect.]
Your grace & mercy be upon us forever.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 12, 2018, 03:15:23 AM
Entry 21

I remember my sword Instructor fondly.
Like the father I never had.

[A sketching of a foreign style is represented, likely a copy from another source.]

Such tales he had.
If anything, after years under his black hands, he wasn't telling me everything.

Ah, Fiore.

[A man is shown dueling another.]

I but pray I am worthy to carry this burden.
In His name.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 16, 2018, 09:31:31 AM
Entry 22
[A man is beaten, but not broken. Bloodied, but not breathless.]

Rise & shine,  my beautiful race~

-Maudlyn A Dupont

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 18, 2018, 02:34:06 PM
Entry 23

[A warrior fights against overwhelming odds.]

As ever.

I stand as one against the legions of hell.
My kindred are fallen.


Or am I?
All these years and here I stand...
...where are my wings?

Surely I must fly. And if not, then surely I will die.
I thank God for the time I've had,
And the souls you've blessed.

Oh, Jesus Christ,
may I be worthy in your eyes.
I'm coming

No host to me or mine,
the sands of time run low.

Now the blood from all the crimes,
that seemed just fine will grow.

And spread,
so red,

Over every thing  you know..

-Maudlyn A Dupont
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 19, 2018, 05:24:46 PM
Entry 24

[An elderly gentleman brandishes a sword amidst a sea of sigils.]

I never write about them... like I'm afraid to.
Like I might admit they mean something to me,
by their inclusion. Like.. we were bound together.

By purpose.
By destiny.

Iridni gave me this amulet.. though I so uncouthly left my kin behind.
In fury & madness. What good was I then? Certainly I found my way,
it has only led me back to you.
And I can smile,
and you can be proud.

I'm coming home.

-Maudlyn A Dupont
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2018, 12:00:29 AM
Entry 25

[Reality is presented, in fantastic narration.]
[ A fallen angel is exquisitely detailed... ]

I like this piece. I think its the white of her wings.

Rise up, my people.



[A chromatic embossing of a unicorn is here.]


-Maudlyn A Dupont
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 26, 2018, 05:18:36 AM


Perhaps I would be remiss to mouth the truth you dare not speak.
The oath you can not keep.
The lies that you did reap.

In escalation mainly,
dont mind if I say plainly,
you are quite deranged
I am quite insane
I am not to blame,
things don't go your way
thinking all the same
drinking its okay
take the time to pray
just another day


[A shadow clad figure is accompanied by a fey companion.]

"Come, then, claim the death you seek."


-Maudlyn A Dupont
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 01, 2018, 12:25:36 AM
Entry 26

[Men are depicted riding storms with majesty & grace.]

How foolish & blind they might be,
how they may feign & dint to deign.
With eyes of flame, and righteous reign;
I will not stay fallen.

I will rise,
from day to night,
from pain or fright,
from pit to flight,
from malice & spite.
I will fight.
I will bite.
I will roar.

We will soar,
like the epics unto an age,
lost & yet discovered,
uncovered through couth & rhyme
these sands of time are numbered.

Now my brother,
Now my sister,
the time has come for slumber.

Yet to it then,
and then again,
I return uncumbered.


I speak to you in planes you feel, but scantly comprehend.
I am your race, your friend, despite whatever they may lend.
The contrary is quite boring- if I were human, I'd be snoring.
Yet instead, I am led, by this head, against the dead,

(https://etc.usf.edu/clipart/5000/5074/a_104_mth.gif)nd they have fled,
against the name of Jesus.

My king, my sword,
my peace,
my honor.

To the death of us:
Not in man or woman but in God I trust.


-Maudlyn A Dupont

[One man stands against many.]

God have mercy on your souls.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 04, 2018, 03:12:38 AM

Sword Saint
[ A stern faced youth penetrates the parchment. ]

What I remember most about my master... was his smile.

He did so where he pleased. It was unmistakable. He was in control.


Such a curious notion.
Am I in control? Or have I been a pawn all along.
No. I know better. These scars are hard fought, and long healed.
These muscles & tendons the product of misery & torment.
Though not all of it was forced on me, no, I chose my path.
But he  showed me the way.

Will this art  die with me?


-Maudlyn A Dupont
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 13, 2018, 05:47:45 PM
Entry 27

[An incredible visage is shown, Wrought of all manner of exercise.]

It is incredible to see how far a little faith can go. I am ashamed to have doubt.
I love you all, very much.

Or I would not be here.

There's my thoughts.
Now how to say them?

Communication is key.

Lord, bless our union.
In Jesus Christ name let us be established.
For weary is all the world save your rock,
my foundation.

In every thing, Lord,
let your grace & mercy be upon us,
for ever.


-Maudlyn A Dupont
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 26, 2018, 07:48:22 PM
[A figure floats amidst an ethereal sea..]

Sword Saint
Chapter II


Argali sat so familiar & precarious..

O yonder von visage.
Such spacious wonder.

Her pipe crackled alighting her face, an ember like stars in her eyes.
Elven heritage afforded her certain clemencies she had historically taken for granted.
In particular, her long life cycle. She had seen a generation rise & fall.


Now was anew.


And she had never felt this way.
This beating in her chest... this life,  this vitality.
It was almost too much to bear. But beared it she did,
And the future was yet to come.


She thanked God for what was afforded her.


There at her bonfire, she dreamed such dreams, among the smoke & embers.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 02, 2018, 07:49:42 PM
Entry 28

20,001 Lightyears, and counting..

[Spectators marvel at some futuristic mega structure.]

Here is no short of enemy, yet they fall swiftly..
My stride, my bound, each & every is lethal to their kind.

A lower born... Shadows.
They were never alive, but have such thirst for it!


There is no other fate,
this is Destiny.



*The page is stained in shadow residue..

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 13, 2018, 07:50:22 PM
Entry 29

[ The entry is a shamble of conflicting notions... ]

What We Fight For



*tears stain the parchment
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 15, 2018, 04:27:17 PM
Entry 30

[ A cherry blossom persists, though the landscape is ablaze. ]

My father bore me this name.. Argali.
And I have cursed him for it, but why?

How can I blame him, for my actions. They are mine to own.
I was so afraid of his shadow... but no longer. There is life yet..


Blossoms Anew


I've never seen these flowers, in such bloom.

Lord, thank You.
By Your hand I am given life! I breathe as many others.
I yet bleed & cry and suffer, that I might carry this blessing forth,

On to the world.

[ An abstract is depicted. ]
What are you dreaming...


I love you.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 01, 2018, 04:17:46 PM
entry 31

Ye of small faith.

Abandon your sin,
And inherit your destiny.

[A Hand rises from the grave.]

Reach for the light, though you cannot see.
Have but small faith in me.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 03, 2018, 09:24:08 PM
Entry 32

[ The entry is littered with text and alien images. Truly a work of art. ]

I continue my pilgrimage today. A part of me hopes I am missed, but rather, I pray You are remembered.
I know better than humans about dreams,  so it is a shame to see such a short lived race lost in illusions.


Reality is far better. Everything else is just a dream...



Time to wake up;
sleepy head.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 15, 2018, 04:34:57 PM

Maudlyn A Dupont


The Lord's Sword
Ezekiel 21   And the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, Son of man, set thy face toward Jerusalem, and drop thy word  toward the holy places, and prophecy against the land of Israel, And say to the land of Israel, Thus saith the Lord; Behold, I am  against thee, and will draw forth my sword out of his sheathe, and will cut off from thee the righteous and the wicked, therefore shall my sword go forth out of his sheathe against all flesh from the south to  the north: That all flesh may know that  I the Lord have drawn forth my sword out of his sheathe: it shall not return any more.

   Argali examined her sword at length. It glittered in the twilight, catching and reflecting the final facets of light, as night settled in. Would she could part the mists as she might marrow from bone. Her pilgrimage brought her far, and so she drew near.

   Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight. They brought her here now, overlooking the provincial malaise. Her heart longed to belong, but what was duty without sacrifice? What gift was life if death could not be conquered? All her life she strove for some thing  beyond her reach. Certain moments assured her her place in some cosmic scheme, and it was certainly no game. Where words failed her, she rose,  this sword would not.; and though she may fall, it was into the sky, time & time again.

   What she could not comprehend vexed her very being, all could see, but none could say. Until this storied, fateful day. As darkness settled in, a rattle proceeded a hissing. Her sword glittered now by starlight as she turned it against the disturbance. "Who goes there?"

   She saw nothing, but the rattling continued. "Who am I?  If not your greatest foe."  Some thing hissed, and slithered just in to view. "That which lies  in the deep."  She squinted at the serpent, her shoulders laxing, the tip of her sword dipping. "Another little worm..."  She seemed disappointed. The serpent hissed its displeasure. "I confound men! I turn hearts! I- "  In a twinkling she traversed the gulf between them, literally cutting off the surprised and too late in retreating figure. "You talk too much."  It gave a final death rattle.

   Stuffing the remains in a sack, she continued.

   Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 01, 2018, 12:38:58 PM
The Beatitudes
Matthew 5   Blessed are ye, when men  shall revile you, and persecute you,  and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is  your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.

   Argali made her way into town, and came across two boys fighting in the street. When she was seen to observe, they fought all the fiercer. Ultimately, the larger one won, grinning proudly over the whimpering boy. "Why were you fighting?" asked the armored maiden. "He called me a name."

   "Go home." she commanded. His grin vanished, and he may as well have too. Argali crouched near the fallen lad, he looked up at her pitifully from behind bloodied hands.
"Up." she offered a hand to his surprise, which he gingerly accepted, and rose. "Why did you call him such a name?" He seemed to deliberate as he held his nose. "He's always picking on me, and calling me  names." Argali smiled. "So you became like him."  This shocked the boy. "N-no! I'm nothing like him! I hate him!"  Argali frowned. "Would you like to be different from him?" Argali stood from her crouched position, his eyes following her form. He alighted, "Yes, ma'am."

"Forgive him, and go do what you love. Fight him no more."

"B-but he was picking on me! He always does!"

"And maybe he always will, but in doing what you love you will know life. Here, you will only know death. Win or lose."

The boy was dour. "What if I love to fight?" Argali smiled. "Then you are a liar."
The boy was shocked as she continued on her way. "For you claimed to be nothing like him." She offered a small wave in parting.

He stood there, mad, watching her go. "H-hey!" He called out, and chased after her.
She never slowed, but she smiled.

Teaching about salt and light
Matthew 5   Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 04, 2018, 07:50:03 PM
Tribute to John the Baptist
Matthew 11   And as they departed, Jesus began to say unto the multitudes concerning John, What went ye out into the wilderness to see? A reed shaken with the wind? But what went ye out for to see? A man clothed in soft raiment? behold, they that wear soft clothing  are in kings' houses. But what went ye out for to see? A prophet? yea, I say unto you, and more than a prophet. For this is he, of whom it is written, Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, which shall prepare thy way before thee.
   Argali only stopped when the boy passed her side, to stand before her angrily. She was amused. "What's your name?"
His posture instantly transformed. "I'm Pavel," he flustered at her gaze, "M-miss.."
"Dupont." she prompted. He stood frozen, perhaps once having had course in his action, but no longer.
Argali continued, "What is it, Pavel? You have something to say?" To this he nodded rapidly, and shifting shyly collected his words.
"You- you said not to fight him.. but you're a knight. It doesn't make sense," He lowered his eyes a moment, "Miss Dupont." His tone and posture were deferential now.

"Don't you  fight?"

   She considered him, and smiled, drawing a blush from the boy's countenance.
"I do, only as my Lord bids me. Such is my honor, and failing that, I repent of my folly." Quirking a brow, she smiled still.
"There are matters beyond such aspects of vanity to consider. Your scuffle with the neighborhood boy is insignificant and erroneous in its nature. Small minds yield small imagination, afterall." Glancing around the quarter she passed through, it was destitute and ill repaired. She settled her gaze on the boy again, who shifted uncomfortably.
"It will take greater minds than which exist to extricate such.. poverty." She sighed. Pavel wondered.

"M-miss Dupont?"

"Yes, Pavel?"

   He looked pitiful in his hope. "Could you show me how?" The elfs eyes went wide, it was her turn to fluster, "I'm only passing through.. I.. "
His disappointment was heartbreaking. She couldn't hold the boys gaze and looked away.
"Can I go with you? I.. don't have any family. I'm an orphan."
Argali glanced sharply at him, she detected no lie, only a lonely little boy.
He suddenly looked hopeful. "You can show me to fight!"

   She considered a while, his excitement grew. "Can you read?" He nodded excitedly.
She was tempted to ask him how, but chalked it up to good Samaritans. "Good," she went into her rucksack, and produced a tome, "Read The New Testement,  beginning with Saint Matthew." The boy looked shocked, and dismayed. "Failing this you have failed my first ordinance, and I can not teach you."
The boys dismay instantly transformed to determination. Argali smiled once more and so did he. "I will return for what I came. Fare well, Pavel, and God bless you." She waved as she parted ways, and for some reason, Pavel was crying.
The judgement of the unrepentant
Matthew 11   Then began he to upbraid the cities wherein most of his mighty works were done, because they repented not. Woe unto thee, Chorazin! woe unto thee, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works, which were done in you, had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. But I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon at the day of judgment, than for you.
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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 20, 2018, 01:37:33 AM
Israel's rebellion
Isaiah 1   Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is  sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is  no soundness in it; but  wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment. Your country is  desolate, your cities are  burned with  fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is  desolate, as overthrown by strangers. And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city. Except the Lord  of hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom, and  we should have been like unto Gomorrah. Hear the word of the Lord, ye rulers of Sodom; give ear unto the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah.

   As Argali made her way her mind wandered, leading her to find herself in some foreign quarter, and the sun quickly abandoning her. Some instinct bade her to beware, and surely, in short order, she became aware of a pair of men following her through the alleys and gutters. Quickening her pace she finally turned down a street to find a man in the shadows apprehend her at gunpoint. The pistol aimed at her chest gave her pause indeed, she knew well what they were capable of. The man spoke:

"Woman shouldn't be walking all alone this part a town, y'know?"

   She spied his accomplice further in the shadows, better hidden, a musket aimed in her direction. Her eyes sought to narrow, and her instinct was to reply, "Is that why you brought your friend?", but she knew better than to test herself against a robber. Instead she looked fearful, gently raising her hands in compliance to her assailant's will. The notion pleased him immediately. He motioned with his free hand.

   "The purse, gimme the purse." She moved to remove it from her hip, revealing to her grasp the vials she kept secreted beneath it. She stammered, "A-alright," as she offered a flick of her wrist, shattering a vial of black, enveloping the duo in darkness. A shot rang out just as she ducked! Her assailant cursed; he shouldn't have. The scrape of a scabbard was the last thing he ever heard as a sword found his teeth, and consequently an exit curiously enough at the back of his skull. She pulled the sword free with a squelch as she crouched to press the crumbling man's weight over her shoulder to shield her; from a shot that never came. Having paused the moment, her blood was up, and with a burst of strength she charged from the darkness, to find the musketeer unmoved, and unshaken. He fired. Argali's eyes went wide as the bullet pierced her hubris, and she came to a crash with the man over her shoulder tumbling away.

   The musketeer stood coolly and calmly walked over to where the breathless maiden lay gasping on her hands and knees, only dimly aware of his approach. When he entered her space she exploded into motion- only to be smashed in the face with the butt of his weapon. She sputtered as stars and ringing subsumed her. With a kick her sword skittered against the cobbles far out of reach. This couldn't be real...

   "Bloody ezrite.." She felt him rifle her purse, "you're gonna pay for what you done, y'know that?" She managed a gravely snarl in response, but this in itself proved detrimental, and she began gasping again. She was keenly aware that bullet passed somewhere it shouldn't have. He turned her cheek, though she could hardly see straight, he smiled, then gasped, his eyes going wide. In Argali's fading vision, she saw him look down at his chest.. where a sword protruded, blood quickly welling around the wound. As he fell away she saw a young boy, panting. His eyes were wide, her sword held firm in his hands. He was trembling.

   "Pavel.." she managed. And then she knew darkness.

Judgement against Babylon
Isaiah 47   For thou hast trusted in thy wickedness: thou hast said, None seeth me. Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, it hath perverted thee; and thou hast said in thine heart, I am,  and none else beside me. Therefore shall evil come upon thee; thou shalt not know from whence it riseth: and mischief shall fall upon thee; thou shalt not be able to put it off: and desolation shall come upon thee suddenly, which  thou shalt not know. Stand now with thine enchantments, and with the multitude of thy sorceries, wherein thou hast laboured from thy youth; if so be thou shalt be able to profit, if so be thou mayest prevail. Thou art wearied in the multitude of thy counsels. Let now the astrologers, the stargazers, the monthly prognosticators, stand up,  and save thee from these things  that shall come upon thee. Behold, they shall be as stubble; the fire shall burn them; they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flame: there shall  not be  a coal to warm at, nor  fire to sit before it. Thus shall they be unto thee with  whom thou hast laboured, even  thy merchants, from thy youth: they shall wander every one to his quarter; none shall save thee.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 26, 2018, 02:29:43 PM

Comfort for God's people
Isaiah 40   Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that  the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is  no searching of his understanding. He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have  no might he increaseth strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their  strength; they shall mount up with  wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and  they shall walk, and not faint.
Maudlyn... do you hear me?
She saw an impossible light amidst the darkness.

Maudlyn, its time to go.

Distantly, she could hear sobbing... she could feel  hands upon her.

"Miss Dupont, Miss Dupont! Wake up! You gotta wake up!"

The light shone brighter, three great pairs of wing stretched broadly as a figure floated into view. He was beautiful... he extended his hand, and Argali reached to take it.

"Miss Dupont..." She heard the sobbing once more, and turned her face from that glory before her.


She dared not look at that seraphic visage again; not for the moment.

"There's one last thing I have to do." She turned back to the darkness.

 Her eyes opened amidst a commotion, another duo of men brandished the alley, one was taking Pavel away as he kicked ineffectually at the air. Argali reached for her purse, and found it missing, reaching to her other side she felt the last remaining concoction she had secreted on her person. How fitting: a Heaven's Armor. Though her chest was heavy, and her breath was short, she sat up to quaff the potion. She never had the time as the man nearby saw and charged her with her own sword! She had just the time and energy to get to her feet as they met, the man bowled into her heavily, shoulder first, sending her tumbling backward, and the bottle spinning into a fatal crash against the alley wall. He pressed.

 Argali rolled with the momentum and dashed forward, her leg buckling under her for the effort. She succeeded in surprising the ruffian and tackling him from his feet to a superior position above him, but she had no breath for the landing. She gasped for air as the man smashed her head not once, but twice with the pommel of her sword before she rolled away and only by instinct threw her forearms over her face to prevent what would have been a fatal hack of her skull, instead emitting a loud crack against the chitin of her plate armor, her momentum never ceased and she rolled again and to a hand and foot. Everything was spinning. The man was lunging at her again.

"Miss Dupont!!!"

 The man came just within range to thrust, Argali rose into it batting with the back of her forearm, and following through to grasp the sword by the blade, her back pressing against the man. With a sudden movement her hips were under his, and she hurled him head over heel against the wall, twisting the sword into her grasp. She would have finished him.. had she not stumbled back to crash against the far wall herself, she could hardly breathe. Everything was stars.

 The sound of a cocking pistol broke her reverie. The man with Pavel held him squirming with one hand, and aimed at her with the other. His companion groaned ass over end in a pile of refuse. "That's enough of that, Fey lass. Give it up now, good show. I'd applaud ye but-" Pavel bit him and the man grimaced, a rage came over him and he slung the boy against the wall with all his might. There was a sickening crack as Pavel's face turned to gore and he slumped into a heap, rasping.

 Now Argali saw clearly. The man had the gun leveled at her and spoke with a snarl, "Tell ye what, lass," She approached, her eyes like fire. "You stop RIGHT there and we call it quits." Argali paused. He fired.

 Argali blinked and looked to the hole in her breast.. she felt the warmth drain from her body. She looked to the man, he was in disbelief. He only began running when Argali lurched toward him with her sword held over her shoulder, she wanted a limb at least, any would do, but he was gone; like a thief, in the night. She watched the end of that alley, before noting her foot over her purse. She snatched it up, her breath thin, her movements slowing, her sight failing. She saw the man she hurled limping away from the other end of the alley, she didn't care. She found Pavel, and fishing in her bag, she found her only healing potion. Children are so easily lost,  she thought, and fed him.

 When he awoke, it was in her arms, like the child she'd never have.

The defense of the faith
2 Timothy 4   For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my  course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.


The End

In memory of all the martyr's of the faith. Your glory be forever.

The Beginning
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Pavel would begin his journey, having found a way. He would never forget the woman who saved his life, and dedicated his own to honoring her first and only lesson. Like the mother he never had.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 02, 2018, 12:33:33 PM

The Watchers
-Herr Turm


  How perfect. How exact.
The narrow river yawned and stretched far below and into the horizon in either direction. The glade and verdance of a world undiscovered sent whorls of fragrant sensation over and through her.
 "How do you feel?"
She turned and smiled freely, a certain emotion sudden to her eyes. She couldn't find words to express herself, and perhaps this was enough, for he smiled too, drawing inevitable laughter from the duo. She pealed off into her own ecstasy, and he watched with a certain and sudden pride. She noticed him before long and grew quiet, and demure.
 "I've known you before you were born," He began, "I watched you grow, and protected you as I was able."
Argali was silent, but her eyes spoke volumes with their intent; she watched in wonder.
 "Where so many have fallen," He smiled once more, radiant. "You are a rare thing."
 "I'm glad.." She intoned.
 "And I am proud. To have charge of you. Now come, there's much to show you."
Her eyes grew more.
 "A world of probability."
She gave pause, "Why probable?"
 He watched her and his eyes seemed to burn and smolder.
 "Because we  have yet to begin."

Chapter 1

  Somewhere in a cozy and secluded glen, by a trickling crystal stream, preceded distant grunts and shouts before a harrowing thwack  or snap.
A young boy stands bowed and panting over the remnants of a tree stump, now mostly just pulp and splinters. He leans on the sword protruding from the apex of the havoc. A marvelous and exotic brand if ever there was, the metal seeming to catch and reflect strange and unseen light from its facets. An inscription on the side read in an alien tongue, one young Pavel would never comprehend, though perhaps dabble, in his time.

  Planting his foot on the stump, he wrenches the sword free with great effort, nearly tumbling over in the process, and instead, with a huff, coming to sit at the base of the stump with the sword in his lap, where he marveled at it as he often did, though weary and sodden as he was.


  He suddenly bolted upright and craned his neck.
Did he hear something? After a long and tense moment he relaxed. This was  his  quiet place. His sacred place. This is where he came to be himself. This is where he came to ply his secret; this sword. The book that came with it was also important, even more important, he knew, yet somehow did not grasp. If they found him with anything his own, they would take it. Like they took everything from him, but not this, not his secret and most prized treasure. Its price was blood.

  He resumed his admiration of the sword; It was still sharp, he noted with some pleasure. After a while, a melancholy often associated itself with the blade, which would merely spurn the lad into greater and renewed efforts, as it did now when he rose once again and gave a mighty roar, spinning on the long and already vanquished tree stump.



  He turned to watch a sudden convergence of birds fly off from the trees, and there from the shadows beneath, a trio of familiar boys emerged. Fear gripped his heart. The leader of the whelps, the biggest and foremost in the pack, smiled triumphantly at Pavel as they came from the darkness.
 "Well, well, well!.. Looks like we found where you been hiding all these days! Nice sword. Where'd you steal it?"
Pavel's face was stern as he stood upright and wrenched the sword free once more, he was still panting, but subdued.
 "Can I see it?"
Pavel turned the point on the pack. They laughed mockingly. Their leader spoke once more,
 "You know I only wanna see it, right?"
He was wrong, and he smiled like only a bully could. Pavel was cold, but he spoke,
 "Leave me alone, Grigo. This is my sword, my mom gave it to me."
 "Pah! You don't got no mom, you mule!" Pavel snarled. Grigo grinned.
 "Now hand it over, before I beat you with it."

There was a moment of perfect silence.


  Pavel gnashed his teeth, his knuckles trembled, but he sighed lamentably, and hung his head. The boys chuckled as Grigo approached.
"Fight him no more."  He remembered her saying, like an echo through time, and though he quivered with emotion at the memory, he obeyed and offered the sword over with his head bowed. Tentatively Pavel approached the final gulf between them, and seeming to sober in its presence, took the sword from Pavel's hands with a sudden wide eyed wonder. Pavel lifted his eyes. The sword seemed to glow in Grigo's hands.
 "Woahh.." the boys wondered aloud.

 "I have the POWAA!" Grigo lifted the sword heavenward and everyone started cheering, except for Pavel, who pouted, second guessing his actions. Suddenly one of the whelps cried out in agony, frightening the lot. He fell to his knees screaming, clutching a feathered arrow which protruded from his chest. They were frozen in shock when they heard the war cry, "BAK JI MAK, GIODIN! AAAAAGH!" Goblins streamed from the bushes. A yellowskinned leader brandishing a bow stood behind them, It nocked another arrow. Pavel stood transfixed, as death with a hundred knives charged towards him. Grigo roused him from his wide eyed slumber, turning his shoulder harshly. "RUN!" He commanded. Pavel obeyed, darting toward the other boys with Grigo hot behind him. An arrow whistled overhead and planted in a tree beside the lot. The other boy was with the wounded one, and had him on his feet, but he wouldn't stop screaming. "GO!" Grigo cried, shoving the pausing Pavel toward the duo. He wordlessly helped the one carry the other into a stumbling race through the woods. Though they didn't stop, Pavel looked behind.

 Grigo had stopped, brandishing the sword against the first of the goblins to reach them, screeching!


  WACK! A shriek pierced their ears as a pair of wrists came arcing off with a trail of blood, a serrated dagger clattered off an unseen stone. Grigo was roaring as he fell from the other's sight.

  "Go!" Pavel commanded the others as they seemed safely off. The sobbing boy clutched the quarrel still, the other watched Pavel with amazement. "Where are you going?" Pavel spared a determined look. "To help Grigo." And he was gone.

  Racing back through the woods, he heard the boy's cries soon enough. Creeping more quietly now, Pavel came into full view of the carnage. Three goblin lay dead, were there really so few? Grigo was on his knees, head bowed, and panting, sniveling through tears. He kept trying to snort back the phlegm to no avail, it kept coming. There was an arrow in his stomach, but he refused to loose the sword; his knuckles were bloody.

  Pavel almost made toward him when the leader of the attack came into sight, strolling, casual, its head held high and mighty. It paused some paces from Grigo and barked some order, motioning him to toss the sword. Grigo just cried. The goblin spat and lifted its bow, nocking another arrow. Pavel watched in horror, and in that moment of passion gave a final cry of defiance and charged from the treeline, tears streaming from his cheeks.

  Grigo looked aside dully, the goblin with a moment of surprise; yet it turned the bow all the same and set Pavel in its fatal sights. With this final image, Grigo faded from conciousness. Just as the goblin loosed the arrow, a pair of butterflies danced before its eyes, fouling its aim. The shot went wide. A roaring Pavel barreled into the ungainly beast, bowling them both over. When they landed, Pavel scrambled madly to best the beast, but there was no need, a shuddering rattle escaped its teeth, and it fell back limp.

  Calming, Pavel rose slowly, observing the still and lifeless carcass before him. He saw no evidence or cause of death, he was panting, near beside himself in a sortie of emotions he would spend the better part of his childhood deciphering. He turned the goblin with a boot, to reveal the sliver of wood that had inexplicably pierced its ribs, and subsequently its heart. All was silent.

  Finally, Pavel turned to Grigo. He was still, as death. The sword gripped firmly in his hands. A pair of butterfly danced between them, and Pavel noticed them, watching as they disappeared, silently into the sky.

Luke 20   Neither can they die any more: for they are equal unto the  angels; and are the children of God, being the children of the resurrection.

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Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 15, 2018, 11:34:38 AM

The Watchers
-Herr Turm

Chapter 2
Pixie Dust

   A lone goblin raced through the woods, constantly looking over his shoulder as he ran in abject terror. Leaves and branches whipped him as he passed in a blur.
 "Gotta tell boss, gotta tell boss!" he kept squawking like a mantra.
Arriving at the den, he was quickly brought before the chief to report what happened. Blacktooth scowled.
 "Be e-z, boss!" A little voice chirped and giggled.
A feral pixie buzzed in the air near his shoulder. She clasped her hands together and bobbed her head encouragingly.
 "Be e-z!" She giggled and Blacktooth waved her away. He settled his jaundiced gaze on the poor goblin before him.
 "What happin?"
The little goblin babbled,
 "Two wing warrior! They fly! Flyyyy!!" he shrieked, "One before- one behine! One turn arrow, one gut Yem! From behine! I swears it on me stash!"
 "Take 'is stash."
 "NAAAOW!" ,he cried as they dragged him away under his arms.
Blacktooth rubbed his disc, glancing sidelong to a suddenly smiling Quin.
 "Looks inta thizz."
Quin bobbed up and down like a good pixie, but she grinned like a bad one; devilish. Smiling once more, she chirped, "O-ki, boss!" and flew off cutely. Blacktooth settled back on his throne and drained the dregs of his cup, turning it upside down as if checking for denied remains. He slumped in his seat and scowled.
 "There better be a feather,"


  Pavel bawled, like only a child can best. He was on his knees before Grigo and wept bitterly, clutching at Grigo's clothes and wringing them.
 "Wake uup!" he shook the fallen boy,
 "Wake uuup!" he wept. Suddenly, sniffling, he stopped.
He watched in otherwise silence as Grigo stirred, turning his head, and lifting the sword slightly. He examined it before offering it back to Pavel and groaning. Pavel took it in hand with astonishment, before returning his attention to a weary Grigo, who was smirking haughtily.
 "Only wanted ta... see it." He winced settling his hands on his knees, as he tried ineffectually to stand. Pavel helped ease him back to his position, Grigo's cockiness began to wither.
 "Told ya so.." he winced and began to tremble and double over.
 "No, no, no!" Pavel set a hand against his descent, and helped him upright.
 "We gotta get out of here, Grigo! More might come.. Or worse.."
Grigo nodded, consumed with pain. Pavel helped him to his feet, he was shaking and unsteady. Pavel supported him with one arm, and brandished the sword with the other. He looked determined.
 "Let's go."

Quin buzzed to and fro over the scene of the carnage, infinitely curious.
 "Huh? Whats that? Huh, huh? Oh! Ewww!" She cringed and shied away from one corpse to another, stopping finally at the most innocuous; that of the yellowskinned leader of the attack, Yem. "Hmmm?" She zipped back and forth, suddenly stopping and bringing a slow hand to her chin, rubbing thoughtfully. "Hmmm." She saw nothing but a lolling tongue and still life. Then she remembered Pwee's story about the backstab and clicked her fingers. With great effort she managed to roll Yem on his side, it would have been impossible for her had he not already been listing to one side already. She then examined his back to find a sliver of wood embedded cleanly between his ribs. Her mouth formed a great 'o' in astonishment. She shrugged,
 "Well, he dead!"
Suddenly, she spun around to a distant, muffled pair of voices in the woods.
 "Huh?" she beamed a line straight for the source. Woosh, swish, thwip! She cut and sliced deftly through the flora and fauna to spy stealthily from behind an old tree. She was still but for her silently humming wings. Below two boys trudged through the woods, one was wounded, the other was helping him; he had a sword.
 "Ooooh." she wondered.
It was a beautiful brand- Magical; She could sense it from this close. It was dripping blood. She grinned deviously, little boys are easy prey. She swooped before them. Pavel gave a startled cry and Grigo raised his eyes groggily, he chortled weakly. "Heh, thats funny.. I'm seeing fairies." Quin danced, "Pixie~ Pixie~" the boys were astonished. "He he he! Hi!" She waved, then suddenly clutched her cheeks in morbid shock. "Oh, no! You're hurt." She beckoned, "Come! Follow me! I help, I help!" she bobbed energetically, a glittery dust began to wash over the boys and she grinned deviously once more. "I help you." Immediately Grigo's eyes glazed over. Pavel wiped at his still running eyes, and sneezed.
Quin shrieked, covered in mucus, "AAAH! MY BEAUTY!" She zoomed around frantically, bouncing off leaves and branches, trying to rid herself from the filth. Sniffling and rubbing his nose, Pavel watched in confusion, when Grigo started tugging at him with completely wide and dialated pupils. Pavel got scared at the sight. Grigo continued to tug him toward the pixie.
 "Come on, Pavel.. lets follow her.."
He was no longer favoring his wound, but smiling dumbly and tugging at Pavel's arm. Pavel yanked away, double handing his sword and watching the pixie come to. He grew stern.
She shrieked, throwing her fists in a tantrum,
 "Why you no listen to friend!"
She pointed,
 "Its cause you sick in the head, thats why you have boogers!"
Her pointing intensified dramatically. Grigo gasped and took a step back defensively.
 "Tell him, tell him!"
Grigo laboredly extended his free hand, the other clutched under his wound.
 "Gimme the sword, Pavel.. huh? I just.. wanna see it.." His eyes were perfectly dialated. Pavel shuddered and sneezed again, and Grigo recoiled in fear. Then, wincing in pain, he stumbled into a nearby tree and leaned heavily against it, panting.
 "Let him go, you bug!" Pavel brandished the sword and Quin flew into a fury.
 "Bug?! BUG!? I'll killll youuuu!" The pixie attacked and Pavel flailed ineffectually against her staggering reflex and speed. Repeatedly she punched and kicked him, pulled his hair and even bit him. Pavel cried out in distress under the assault, but suddenly seized, about to sneeze. Quin was busy pulling his hair when he did, launching her screaming into a tree, where she tumbled to the ground, stunned. "Guhhh.." She was completely frazzled. Pavel froze as Grigo picked her up, protectively.
"Give her to me, Grigo!"
 "No, she's my friend!"
 "No she's not, she's messing your head!"
 "Thats just friendship!"
 "No, its magic!" Pavel suddenly began to wrestle with Grigo for control, they struggled against another for a while, until Grigo yelped and Quin buzzed free rubbing her head and pouting. The boys both watched. She bristled with anger then, and burst into tears, flying away. "Stupiiiiiiids-" She could be heard disappearing into the distance. Grigo slowly turned his gaze on Pavel, and seemed to be coming to. Pavel swatted the back of his head, and he woke up, growling at Pavel, but only for a moment, as he remembered his agony and resumed favoring his wound. Pavel watched where she had gone as Grigo quivered under his touch,
 "Lets go home.."
He nodded.

Quin finished whispering in Blackroot's ear, grinning diplomatically afterward and bobbing her head energetically. Blackroot turned his jaundiced gaze on the surviving goblin brought back before him. He scowled.
 "Pwee, you are da worse shaman." He palmed his face and shook his head.
Pwee gave protest, "What she say!" He growled at the pixie who stuck out her tongue tauntingly; he pointed accusingly.
 "You lie!"
 "PWEE!" He jumped at the chiefs bellow, and wringing his hands, returned his attention, gulping.
Blacktooth swiped a hand,
 "Quin fine some boyz wit one sword! An Yem wit woodz in hiz back, no sword! No sword, no feather, no wing warrior! How you ezplain dat?"
Pwee gulped once more, fidgeting with his hands.
 "I saws it boss, I swears it on me stash!"
Blacktooth was astonished. Quin giggled maddly. Blacktooth stood slowly, and ominous.
 "You tell me iz jus' boyz wit one sword kill all dem? An you RUN? An you LIE?"
Pwee began blubbering, Blacktooth cut him short.
 "Iz not jus' manz you fear, but boyz? You LIE! You are WEAK! You are LIAR!"
Pwee was trying to explain himself to no avail. The chief turned suddenly and made a dismissive gesture,
 "Feed him to Berta," Pwee howled as they dragged him away, "Liar iz best food."
Quin cheered and made to follow, but was stopped by the chief.
Blinking rapidly, "Boss?"
 "You know dem boyz?"
She nodded energetically, clasping her hands and smiling sweetly.
 "Fine dem, an showz us."
 "O-ki, boss! E-z p-z!"
Blackroot smiled vilely. Quin deviously wrung her little hands.
 "He he he he!"

  Blacktooth oversaw Pwee's execution with grim satisfaction. As the shaman screamed, and Quin cheered, he turned to leave, only pausing to observe a feather floating down in to view; he froze. Slowly, he looked up. There was nothing. He returned to the pit.
 "Ooo! She's hungrry! Ha ha ha ha!" There was a roar, and a scream. Quin cheered.
Blacktooth leaned over the railing to observe a poof a feathers from Pwee's headdress. Internally, he sighed with relief, and flicked the feather into the pit, smirking to himself. He stopped suddenly- eyes gone wide. He spun around to observe a perfectly white feather settle peacefully down among the black and the blood.


[Hebrews 1:14]   Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 24, 2018, 08:28:10 AM
   Excerpts from an old and torn journal...

  It is said in the city of my blood- that those who fall the farthest, have the highest calling. The measure of worth is not a scale, or even time, but only the ground on which you stand. So many with every answer, but the question all along was: where do you stand?

  Faithful, my doubtless; forever my companion. To you I turn to voice my soul when my path finds me alone. A dark and weary road I tread, yet warmth fills my bosom at the memory of you, and the hope of what's to come. Free from this coil we all shall be when time runs its course, or have you bound to some yoke? Are you slave to some dark power... will you never shed this husk and inherit awe? And glory? Have you forgotten your worth? Have you forgotten your value? Did you believe a lie, and give yourself into bondage?

   It is also said, in the city of my blood- that those who believe only what they see, will always be slave to what they cannot. So, what do you see?


To know your self, is to know your enemy, and to know your enemy, is to know their weakness: your strength.


Be strong, my heart.
Though this world will pass away... my love is indestructible.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 02, 2018, 08:31:22 AM
O, to ever  I have wandered.

Argali knew but one thing.
It was to dance. To dance like none before.

To be given another gift of life,
do it honor...

unto death.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 12, 2018, 10:53:10 AM

  I find myself irrevocably drawn,  upon a canvas of void and luminescence. It shimmers like a dream.

I was killed. I was dead. Months.. days... hours. Have I been forgotten? Will I be remembered? Those men. They shot me. They killed me.
All my years, all my training, it served me little in the end...

Only it was not the end, but only the beginning.

While I breathe I will never rest.


Mon sang pour les leurs.

  For only the love of the little ones...
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 26, 2018, 02:27:54 PM
[The entry constitutes a depiction.]
So many memories...
There's only one way.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2019, 05:43:13 PM


Maudlyn A Dupont

"It is better to walk with God- then to run with the devil."



Hosea 4:6   My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou  shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children.

Sunday School

  Argali awoke before dawn. Whatever reverie, lethargy, or imagination held her being dissipated by her morning supplication; her prayers. Like her fey sinew and muscles, her spirit had continued to grow, and even flourish here, so far removed from the miasma of the artificial Construct- what humans called Society.

  Out here, nature held dominion, and so she had come to understand certain things a life among the younger races had stymied, that their pagan culture and idols sought to consume. Her Lord, her Savior, how awesome truth was- though born another world, another reality, she had never known such beauty and simplicity. Though the devil ruled this world of flesh and bone, there were worlds yet removed, that of the spirit, that which she knew so well, for from it she was born, and in it she lived, died, and would remain eternal.

  The boys stirred, she could hear them clamor about as they fixed breakfast. It was Sunday, they would pray, and then they would train. Though her brood were young, they were strong, and most importantly, motivated. Perhaps it was their love for her, but such carnal thoughts would not sustain them, for she could not reciprocate such folly. They would learn, and they would grow. Just as she had, and would, and was. And so she rose from her private place of worship, and turned to meet the day. For fate is what we make of it.


Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight.


Mon sang pour les leurs.
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 27, 2019, 06:46:13 AM

ACTS 4:10-11  Be it known unto you all, and to all the people of Israel, that by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom ye crucified, whom God raised from the dead, even  by him doth this man  stand here before you whole.  This is the stone which was set at nought of you builders, which is become the head of the corner.



  Argali knelt and embraced the smallest child. She had already explained where she was going, and how long she would be, but the strength of the child proved almost insurmountable. "Don't go!" Argali couldn't help but laugh internally. She smiled therefore, and held the child at arms length, marveling over such a creation. "I have to. I am called by the Lord." The child cried, and Argali's smile turned to one of joy and sorrow. She rose before she grow overly maudlin- though her name was similar, her heart was stronger than any term or endearment. She heard Him calling: once more: and more; stronger then ever before.

ACTS 4:12  Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.


Only when she entered the city gates did she shed tears, for the evil which confounded the people. And her blood grew hot, and implacable.


Revelation 13:18  Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is  Six hundred threescore and  six.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 07, 2019, 04:32:10 PM

   Magic... Argali had never manifested signs before. Life in her father's shadow hid a scarred and stern visage, yet since meeting the Preacher her scars began to heal, and her rigidity had given way to a form like clear water, such that no lesser substance could long muddy her depths. She was young when she arrived on that misty and fateful day, and still she remained, but she was strong, in mind and in body, and still something more, quite intangible, but palpable all the same. She was a perfect enigma, and lovely to behold- if fleeting, like a blue sky, or a butterfly. While her smile could engender such fealty, she gave it free, and uncompromisingly. Never asking any thing  save peace.

   Magic... Argali had never manifested signs before.

Something had changed.


For all her love, for all her light, there were many who hated her still. For those who hate do so for hatred sake. For a bad tree bears bad fruit, as a good tree bears good fruit.

   And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear: he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire: Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.

How can I ever forget...
Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 20, 2019, 01:44:01 AM
" Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. "
-Matthew 5:13

She didn't need to hide.
Argali Dupont

  She shore her hair, long red locks spilling to the floor and washbasin before her...
She grinned at herself in the mirror. Her hair was short enough to stop snagging at bramble and in her eyes
- let alone a beast  of a man. Such savagery. They bathe in the blood of their enemies. They don't discriminate on any species I've yet noted.. Perhaps, in time, they may see me as I am. Until then, mine is the grand endeavor.
Ai ren yalo!

 Lord God... Glory be your name. May I serve you unto death for your love and creation. May we serve eachother, held in the promise of your law, which is your Word. May our faith prove holy, and sanctified, and rich in blessing. May we praise and honor your name, our king: Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Who bore the truth of our heritage, and the curse of death, for our salvation through Him.
Set your angels among us, Lord!




Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 24, 2019, 01:10:00 PM

He called me Maudlyn.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 03, 2019, 04:25:56 PM
[Blood stains the pages, here... ]
   Argali sat huddled within her bearskin mantle, a hefty sack of coin sat in direct contrast to the crackling fireplace behind it. A life of serving bounties for the courts had accrued a small fortune. Blood money. Though it was hard to see the men and beasts she hunted as anything more than parasitic vermin. They preyed on the children, and anything else they could possibly pervert. Argali had served the courts by night, for a long time.
   Despite what she taught and was trained, she could not deny her greatest talent; her black hand. She could not help but feel she was too long down this path, but... perhaps there was purpose in her pain. Long had she lived by the sword, but as she well knew, a time would come she would have to die by it. It would not be the first time- but for most, the first is last.
   Since returning, I have done little but hunt bounties and occasionally socialize. I know to kill is a sin, but I have argued that what I am doing is not killing, but hunting. Not killing, because it is out of what I believe to be necessity. Without bereavement such as mine, the sorrows would proliferate. This blood money feeds many, but never enough.

 Is there faith, hope, and charity in it? This is a work of Argali, and not Maudlyn. She called you that. Your mother. Mother.
Sometimes it is difficult to see where one line ends, and another begins. Strange dimensions, where past meets present. Though we were sinners, may God keep us, and break this curse.

Mon sang pour les leurs.
Ghosts have a way to persist...
Upon visiting Vallaki, I could not find the whereabouts to some old friend of mine. I am beginning to feel I never will. His name was Gergely Cillei. I miss him.

 Let me not watch another generation die. Forsake us not, Lord. I am not finished. Till thy kingdom come.

"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."


"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 16, 2019, 05:52:02 AM
30,000 Strong

Mon sang pour les leurs.
  It has been some time since I have had the heart to write. I have estranged myself from all I know, but for the love of you, Lord. Though my passions call me to many, my heart is after You before all. I bow in Your presence- Your way, Your truth, Your life- Lead me on the paths of wisdom, for that which men claim to be is foolishness unto You, Lord. I am testament. I strayed for the love of fear, but You promised me comfort if I but walked by faith some little more; evermore, everafter, and everlasting. I thank You for the blessings afforded me, especially when I was too blind to see; I rejoice! And the young and the old alike smile for the light I shew forth, even if some are in derision, it is no reflection of me, but of that which afflicts them: may they be delivered!

  I write these memoirs in the good faith that it will stir the heavens to move, and the earth to tremble underneath. Bless Your angels among us, and may I be honored to witness their radiance. I pray our strength is ever increasing, and thank You for the anointing You have given us. Even Toman, and he is so small! What wisdom begets his mouth! And wonder lights his eyes! I pray we can all remember such childlike innocence, but be delivered from ignorance.

  So much has passed between now, and then, but my eyes are set firmly. May my heart never harden, but grow as light as it glows.

Amen, God. In Jesus name, Almighty. Amen.

Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 12, 2020, 03:50:45 PM

Maudlyn A Dupont

Mon sang pour les leurs.

Job 28:28   And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding.

Star Cross

  Have I been remiss in my chastisement? Perhaps I have forgone love in favor of wrath- for my past lends long shadow to my form- but no longer. What was once began is near completion. As promised; as it is written. An oath, a covenant- beyond time and space and matters of flesh and bone; wherefore my soul is made manifest.

   Whom then shall I fear? If I may but ask and have the heathen for my inheritance. The blood burns hot in my vein, and my eyes grow sharp as the eagle. The lions roam as they will, and my sword is meet for the marrow. Thunderous is the clash of horns, yet I am Argali (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argali), the queen of the Mountain. Whom then shall I fear?

The Lord is my sheperd.

Matthew 10:34   Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.


   Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience. Be not ye therefore partakers with them.

For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light: (For the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth;) Proving what is acceptable unto the Lord. And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them. For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret. But all things that are reproved are made manifest by the light: for whatsoever doth make manifest is light.

Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.


Title: Re: Heterochromia
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 09, 2020, 03:29:14 PM

Isaiah 13   Behold, the day of the LORD cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger, to lay the land desolate: and he shall destroy the sinners thereof out of it. For the stars of heaven and the constellations thereof shall not give their light: the sun shall be darkened in his going forth, and the moon shall not cause her light to shine. And I will punish the world for their evil, and the wicked for their iniquity; and I will cause the arrogancy of the proud to cease, and will lay low the haughtiness of the terrible. I will make a man more precious than fine gold; even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir. Therefore I will shake the heavens, and the earth shall remove out of her place, in the wrath of the LORD of hosts, and in the day of his fierce anger.


 Argali poured over the parcel of missives and overburdened noticeboard in the Vallaki church of Christ. It had been nearly a year since she set foot there, and while the founders were likewise away on pilgrimage, the congregation was thriving. She was amazed at the activity and good purported in what she read and observed. To think- what had come of the seed she had watered in Hypatia, to this verdant bloom; this good tree.

 Hypatia was returned as well. Seemingly, coincidentally on the same day, but Argali did not believe in such things. Even Audric Lacroix of her time in the Wayfarer Kinship had reemerged. And what a reunion was had that evening in the church. Old friends, rare comradery and fellowship. She felt at home, so far away from home. They all heard a calling, and followed it here; now.

 It wasn't until later that anything strange occurred. While Hypatia had spent most of the evening conversing with guests, and relaying the events of her harrowing missions in Sithicus, it was after Argali left to enjoy the evening that the earth moved underneath. All who observed portended something awry. And though she found nothing herself, she was left with the ominous snatches of Hypatia's warnings she carried from the church. Tales of a bad tree, and cataclysmic possibility concerning her distant relatives in Degannwy.

 She didn't know what was to occur, but she knew what blessings and talents she carried. Perhaps there would be need of her sword- and if that proved ineffectual, she wasn't above an axe.


Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

"Amen and amen."