Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 08, 2013, 03:33:37 AM
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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.
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.
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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.
~Dupont
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.
~Dupont
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
~Dupont
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.
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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.
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When reverie fails me, my friend does not.
~Dupont
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.
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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.
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When reverie fails me, my friend does not.
~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 12, 2013, 07:39:56 PM
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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...
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKAeG8fy1fg[/youtube]
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...
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKAeG8fy1fg[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 14, 2013, 05:38:21 PM
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"Remove hood and state name and occupation."
"Argali. Hunter and vagabond."
"Move along, fey."
"I always do."
"Nu backtalk, fey."
I smile.
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DViO9f40K48[/youtube]
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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."
~Dupont
"Remove hood and state name and occupation."
"Argali. Hunter and vagabond."
"Move along, fey."
"I always do."
"Nu backtalk, fey."
I smile.
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DViO9f40K48[/youtube]
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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."
~Dupont
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.
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"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."
"Bien."
"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.
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"All them yellowskins look the same to me."
~Dupont
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.
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"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."
"Bien."
"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.
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"All them yellowskins look the same to me."
~Dupont
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...
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... but I am no dog.
~Dupont
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...
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... but I am no dog.
~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 17, 2013, 03:27:59 AM
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"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.
~Dupont
"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.
~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 19, 2013, 09:19:11 PM
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZD4H-E0UT0Q[/youtube]
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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZD4H-E0UT0Q[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 21, 2013, 01:30:05 AM
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25KABvPbq-U[/youtube]
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25KABvPbq-U[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on July 26, 2013, 10:45:22 AM
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I smile in the face of death. For even if I die horribly, I lived well.
I smile in the face of death. For even if I die horribly, I lived well.
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 04, 2013, 01:26:25 PM
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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.
~Dupont
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7-a_Cg2xz0[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 07, 2013, 01:35:25 PM
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It is a fool's prerogative to take offense where none is intended, and greater still where it is.
It is a fool's prerogative to take offense where none is intended, and greater still where it is.
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.
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~Dupont
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.
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~Dupont
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...
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We realized that... nobody wins in a drinking challenge.
~Dupont
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...
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We realized that... nobody wins in a drinking challenge.
~Dupont
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.
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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.
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I am patient, and my move is yet to come.
~Dupont
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.
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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.
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I am patient, and my move is yet to come.
~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 10, 2013, 03:59:40 PM
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPgwKAF5_P0[/youtube]
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.
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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.
~Dupont
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.
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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.
~Dupont
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.
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Decisions, decisions.
We'll see.
~Dupont
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.
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Decisions, decisions.
We'll see.
~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on August 17, 2013, 07:39:32 PM
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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,
somewhere,
anywhere,
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.
Far,
far,
away.
~Dupont
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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,
somewhere,
anywhere,
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.
Far,
far,
away.
~Dupont
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?
(http://43.img.v4.skyrock.net/8627/58338627/pics/2348627717_small_2.jpg)
Home.
~Dupont
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?
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Home.
~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on September 21, 2013, 12:41:39 PM
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I've always had a flair for the dramatic.
There's a full moon as I right this.
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AIdXisPqHc[/youtube]
I've always had a flair for the dramatic.
There's a full moon as I right this.
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(http://wp.patheos.com.s3.amazonaws.com/blogs/nakedpastor/files/2012/09/straight-rain-crow.jpg)
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AIdXisPqHc[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 02, 2013, 06:32:42 PM
(http://img809.imageshack.us/img809/4023/72kt.jpg)
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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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Tja6_h4lT6A[/youtube]
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.
(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-labbNby6C1Q/URHXwA6qhII/AAAAAAAAC-o/o0VVbv0L31Y/s1600/Peekaboo.png)
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;
life.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqEu6JpIvqw[/youtube]
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.
(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-labbNby6C1Q/URHXwA6qhII/AAAAAAAAC-o/o0VVbv0L31Y/s1600/Peekaboo.png)
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;
life.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqEu6JpIvqw[/youtube]
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..."]
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e8/Uzumaki_inverted.jpg)
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.
(http://jeffccarter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/white-temple-hands-of-hell.jpg)
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. "]
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6oNE2lT8R4[/youtube]
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..."]
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e8/Uzumaki_inverted.jpg)
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.
(http://jeffccarter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/white-temple-hands-of-hell.jpg)
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. "]
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6oNE2lT8R4[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 04, 2013, 03:47:26 PM
(http://vagnebittencourt.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/10885salto_thumb6-1.jpg?w=584)
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;
undead.
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]
~Dupont
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(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/233152-bigthumbnail.jpg)
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["Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything." -George Bernard Shaw]
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvLztHir4aw[/youtube]
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;
undead.
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]
~Dupont
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(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/233152-bigthumbnail.jpg)
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["Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything." -George Bernard Shaw]
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvLztHir4aw[/youtube]
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.
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(http://dreamcatcher.net/images/uploads/24645-medium.jpg)
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...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.
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(http://cfile25.uf.tistory.com/image/11666B364E5A54380DD1E9)
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It stared at me a long while, placid,
and then it left.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxuTjbUEziA[/youtube]
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.
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(http://dreamcatcher.net/images/uploads/24645-medium.jpg)
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...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.
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(http://cfile25.uf.tistory.com/image/11666B364E5A54380DD1E9)
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It stared at me a long while, placid,
and then it left.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxuTjbUEziA[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 06, 2013, 01:04:29 PM
(http://www.relyonhorror.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/draculashouseparty.jpg)
~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~
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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOUk-JBd4jI[/youtube]
~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~
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.
~Dupont
~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOUk-JBd4jI[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 09, 2013, 12:55:24 AM
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/LT.HIGHTIMES/1a1darko3.png)
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(http://img837.imageshack.us/img837/1179/nvou.jpg)
(http://medias.gifboom.com/medias/t_bf3444caf42045759e9d0fa49878ba85.jpg)
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McV7pjwVFbE[/youtube]
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(http://2.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/36/51/8538ffbb664053685378f16e30e62411-loopgif19.gif)
(http://img837.imageshack.us/img837/1179/nvou.jpg)
(http://medias.gifboom.com/medias/t_bf3444caf42045759e9d0fa49878ba85.jpg)
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McV7pjwVFbE[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 11, 2013, 11:16:02 PM
Inception
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95EO5NQDo24/TcAs6GdtLeI/AAAAAAAAAaU/R84l09Ltx0M/s1600/La%2Brana%2By%2Bel%2Bescorpi%25C3%25B3n.jpg)
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:
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"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."
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It was not the version I knew.
I laughed and learned a lesson:
Never judge a book by its cover...
or something.
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tlq1DSWOsoE[/youtube]
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95EO5NQDo24/TcAs6GdtLeI/AAAAAAAAAaU/R84l09Ltx0M/s1600/La%2Brana%2By%2Bel%2Bescorpi%25C3%25B3n.jpg)
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:
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"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."
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It was not the version I knew.
I laughed and learned a lesson:
Never judge a book by its cover...
or something.
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tlq1DSWOsoE[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 12, 2013, 10:10:10 PM
Babel
(http://www.poiein.gr/wp-uploads/babel1.jpg)
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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.
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PT-HBl2TVtI[/youtube]
(http://www.poiein.gr/wp-uploads/babel1.jpg)
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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.
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PT-HBl2TVtI[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 22, 2013, 09:50:36 PM
(http://static.androidgame365.com/uploads/posts/2012-12/1355401966_sleep-walking.jpg)
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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?
Bonjour.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEJ3WRH3VAY[/youtube]
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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?
Bonjour.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEJ3WRH3VAY[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on October 29, 2013, 07:28:46 PM
The Solpotent
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5_xjuI9LeA/TA-iib9cpNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VypdWoGpXmg/s320/elemental+star.gif)
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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
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yApB48sGfAo[/youtube]
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5_xjuI9LeA/TA-iib9cpNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VypdWoGpXmg/s320/elemental+star.gif)
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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
~L'isle
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yApB48sGfAo[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on November 11, 2013, 01:53:54 AM
Prologue
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.. .
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Post by: Mailbox0000 on November 12, 2013, 11:04:08 AM
(http://www.deeprootsathome.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/319734_10150835738651213_1588852144_n-1.jpg)
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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.
Post by: Mailbox0000 on November 14, 2013, 11:09:01 PM
Chapter 2: "Shadow Academy"
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"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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 07, 2013, 04:34:03 AM
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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.
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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.
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZQk3ig-i_s[/youtube]
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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 08, 2013, 03:06:43 PM
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.
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 15, 2013, 01:23:08 PM
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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."
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NEbac6we70[/youtube]
Nothing will hinder me for long.
I am unlimited.
~Dupont
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."
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NEbac6we70[/youtube]
Nothing will hinder me for long.
I am unlimited.
~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 17, 2013, 10:50:23 PM
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Elketh...
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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9zSMKep1o0[/youtube]
Elketh...
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.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9zSMKep1o0[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 22, 2013, 12:54:50 AM
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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.
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~Dupont
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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.
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~Dupont
Post by: Mailbox0000 on December 28, 2013, 02:00:08 AM
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Post by: Mailbox0000 on January 28, 2014, 10:23:02 PM
Story Time
Chapter 3: "The Revenant" Part I
Chapter 3: "The Revenant" Part I
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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.
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V3j4leyLjs[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on January 29, 2014, 05:49:56 PM
Story Time
Chapter 3: "The Revenant" Part II
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.
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.
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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.
R̴̥͙̰̝̳̭̼̭̣̯̰͔̥̼͕̙͕͞͞E͕̘͍̳̫͉̮̹̺̬̫͜V̸͟͠҉͚̫̮̗͢ͅE҉͏͍̩̝̭̫̯̱̺͚̺̬̩̼̣͉̝̕͟N̳̠̪̤̖̰̩͙̙̲̩̣̩̹̗͘̕G̶҉҉͍̗͔͍̘͓̖̭̲͖̪͔̩̗͕E̖͇͍̟͘͜
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When she came from that darkness she was changed.
Crawling ashore, she rose like some zombie and wandered off into the night.
Her fingers twitched as the poisonous thoughts scoured her mind. She would show them. She would show them all.
R̴̥͙̰̝̳̭̼̭̣̯̰͔̥̼͕̙͕͞͞E͕̘͍̳̫͉̮̹̺̬̫͜V̸͟͠҉͚̫̮̗͢ͅE҉͏͍̩̝̭̫̯̱̺͚̺̬̩̼̣͉̝̕͟N̳̠̪̤̖̰̩͙̙̲̩̣̩̹̗͘̕G̶҉҉͍̗͔͍̘͓̖̭̲͖̪͔̩̗͕E̖͇͍̟͘͜
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When she came from that darkness she was changed.
Crawling ashore, she rose like some zombie and wandered off into the night.
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-elLcYabJIo[/youtube]
Post by: Mailbox0000 on January 30, 2014, 05:27:09 PM
Story Time
Chapter 4: "Body Count"
Chapter 4: "Body Count"
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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?"
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1zBG2TEjn4[/youtube]
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?"
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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."
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"Okay."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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She laughed, checking out of the tavern that evening.
The rain was cleansing.
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.
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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.
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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.
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She laughed, checking out of the tavern that evening.
The rain was cleansing.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 16, 2015, 05:11:46 PM
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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.
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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.
"WE ARE LEGION-"
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
"WE ARE LEGION-"
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.
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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.
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8Kuizb7vzU[/youtube]
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"Gali? What ya wanna be when ya grew up?"
"Me, of course!"
"Ya mean a loser- pehehehe! Ow! Hey! OW!! I was jus' jookin'!"
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"Gali? What ya wanna be when ya grew up?"
"Me, of course!"
"Ya mean a loser- pehehehe! Ow! Hey! OW!! I was jus' jookin'!"
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 23, 2015, 07:44:33 PM
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 28, 2015, 08:44:12 PM
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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.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 04, 2015, 02:59:52 PM
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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.
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.
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Spiders...
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!
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Spiders...
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!
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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.
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A dog's barking drew her attention as her caravan was arriving. She turned gleaming eyes from the pool and rose. "Coming, Marco."
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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.
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A dog's barking drew her attention as her caravan was arriving. She turned gleaming eyes from the pool and rose. "Coming, Marco."
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHcvET15ko8[/youtube]
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?
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'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.
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Sometimes, when we test our limits, we find there never were.
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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?
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'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.
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Sometimes, when we test our limits, we find there never were.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 19, 2015, 11:50:26 PM
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"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."
"But-"
"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.
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"I hail from Riativin, perhaps you've heard of it?"
"The City of Thieves!"
She furrowed her brow. "Shit."
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"Can you juggle?"
"Mostly lies."
"?"
"Hehe, knives too."
"Can I see? The knives, not the lies."
"... I have some horrible news to tell you."
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"Oh, there were others there, for sure, but none so self important as I."
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.
Sigh...
"Money."
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Her wounds were shallow, but stung all the same. Now they were whole thanks to the Priestess' touch.
Argali bowed and went her way.
Sigh...
"Money."
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 23, 2015, 10:34:07 PM
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They came from everywhere.
A storm of bone and steel, plastering the cavern floors and walls in the gore of her companions.
"Back!"
One down.
"Run!"
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.
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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.
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They came from everywhere.
A storm of bone and steel, plastering the cavern floors and walls in the gore of her companions.
"Back!"
One down.
"Run!"
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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 29, 2015, 11:56:27 PM
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"Breeeeathe."
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.
"Breeeeeeeeeathe."
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.
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"Breeeeathe."
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.
"Breeeeeeeeeathe."
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.
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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.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 30, 2015, 09:30:03 PM
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 08, 2015, 05:13:05 AM
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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.
Sacrifice.
Supplication.
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.
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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.
"Crazy.."
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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"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."
"NOW YOU FACE THE DEVIL'S HORDE."
No more words, I draw my sword.
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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."
"NOW YOU FACE THE DEVIL'S HORDE."
No more words, I draw my sword.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 17, 2015, 09:43:40 PM
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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."
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 20, 2015, 04:13:31 AM
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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.
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.
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~
Astounding how loved I am.
Astounding how I can love.
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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~
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 16, 2016, 08:15:11 PM
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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.
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"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.
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...
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.
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"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.
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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?
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
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 24, 2016, 12:32:43 PM
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~*~
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.
"Argali!"
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.
"Aye."
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~*~
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.
"Argali!"
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.
"Aye."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 14, 2016, 12:00:12 AM
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Mother? Father? But where am I to go?
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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.
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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...
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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.
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Amen.
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:
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Behold,
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.
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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.
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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...
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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.
~*~
Amen.
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:
(http://clipartfreefor.com/cliparts/files2/jesus-clipart-free-4ibK4ggxT.png)
Behold,
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.
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"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
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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 27, 2016, 10:57:54 AM
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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.
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.
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Some time ago...
"She's, like, possessed, right?"
The Doctor squinted at his clipboard, lowered it slowly and glared at his Subordinate.
"Possessed?"
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.
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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.
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"Who are 'They'?"
She watched him, eyes wide shut.
She smiled.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 16, 2016, 12:35:42 PM
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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.
Selah
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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.
Selah
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 01, 2016, 03:50:01 AM
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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.
Selah
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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.
Selah
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 02, 2016, 07:14:12 AM
Once more!
Into the breach once more, my friend!
Again!
AGAIN!!
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 04, 2016, 01:49:41 PM
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HOLY,
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HOLY, HOLY,
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...somewhere, under a rainbow...
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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."
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"Blooming"
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HOLY,
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HOLY, HOLY,
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...somewhere, under a rainbow...
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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."
~
"Blooming"
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 07, 2016, 01:12:22 PM
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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.
Amen.
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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.
Amen.
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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.
Amen.
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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.
Amen.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 08, 2016, 01:25:13 PM
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Time slips away,
like the sun through the rain.
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Time slips away,
like the sun through the rain.
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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...
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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.
'Stop!'
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.
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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...
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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.
'Stop!'
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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 12, 2016, 03:09:14 PM
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//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.]
-Carlos
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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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//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.]
-Carlos
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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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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 16, 2016, 06:36:48 AM
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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?
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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.
Home.
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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?
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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.
Home.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 17, 2016, 06:38:53 PM
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Argali Dupont was ready.
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Argali Dupont was ready.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 18, 2016, 03:17:36 PM
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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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.
Marie.
Mary?
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.
Amen.
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."
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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
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It was already decided. God had told her and she knew it was true.
It made matters blessingly simple.
Warm.
Cozy~
~Wonderful~
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
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"And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of Spirit, which is the word of God."
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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.
Warm.
Cozy~
~Wonderful~
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
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 20, 2016, 07:30:16 PM
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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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 22, 2016, 12:38:04 AM
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Friday
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Argali gathered her cloaks, her head darted left.
There!
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
covered
.
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.
It
moved.
She crouched, wooden steak firmly in her iron grip
she
couldn't
blink
i
f
she
t
r
i
e
d
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Friday
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Argali gathered her cloaks, her head darted left.
There!
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
covered
.
.
.
It
moved.
She crouched, wooden steak firmly in her iron grip
she
couldn't
blink
i
f
she
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r
i
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d
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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
would
dis
t
o
r
t
this fact
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~KHA~
~ ~CAW~ ~
~ ~ ~~KA~ ~ ~~
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Yashila was changed.
She was always notorious, now she was also blue.
rgb, however
would
dis
t
o
r
t
this fact
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~KHA~
~ ~CAW~ ~
~ ~ ~~KA~ ~ ~~
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 24, 2016, 07:10:17 AM
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I see them everywhere.
They follow me
They are waiting for me
I see them everywhere.
I don't care.They follow me
They are waiting for me
I see them everywhere.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 25, 2016, 09:22:56 AM
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Oh God don't let it be in vanity
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I give it all to you,
Father
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Oh God don't let it be in vanity
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I give it all to you,
Father
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 27, 2016, 05:26:03 PM
✞
but feel everything
And the lions of Judah roam free,
and wild,
and see the iniquities of man,
and woman.
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.
Live,
Eternal
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I know little, but feel everything
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And the lions of Judah roam free,
and wild,
and see the iniquities of man,
and woman.
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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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Live,
Eternal
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 02, 2016, 08:41:41 PM
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| Shadow Academy |
"Don't let the eye fool the mind."
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Archive (previous Chapters)
~And when you finally saw it coming
(It passed you by)
It passed you by and left you so defeated~
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| Shadow Academy |
"Don't let the eye fool the mind."
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Archive (previous Chapters)
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Chapter: 12-End Line-
"Graduation Day"Spoiler: show
"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!"
~And when you finally saw it coming
(It passed you by)
It passed you by and left you so defeated~
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 07, 2016, 01:55:39 AM
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English Standard Version (ESV)~~~',loading............................................................................../KH
The Golden Calf#1-6
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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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 09, 2016, 09:43:11 AM
Soothsayer
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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
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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.
WE
-will- overcome
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-Lyrics-
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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.
WE
-will- overcome
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 10, 2016, 08:19:07 PM
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Come, I will pray for you.
I will show you His glory.
He who all gods will bow before.
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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
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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.
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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.
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Proverbs 28:27
He that giveth unto the poor shall not lack: but he that hideth his eyes shall have many a curse.
Come, I will pray for you.
I will show you His glory.
He who all gods will bow before.
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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.
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Proverbs 28:27
He that giveth unto the poor shall not lack: but he that hideth his eyes shall have many a curse.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 13, 2016, 11:25:56 AM
El.Shaddai
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
.
Yeshua
She was so near now.
On the final leg. She but prayed if it were that of the enemy,
she break it and
f
a
s
h
i
o
n
an instrument, thereof.
That she might sound the call to war
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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
.
Yeshua
She was so near now.
On the final leg. She but prayed if it were that of the enemy,
she break it and
f
a
s
h
i
o
n
an instrument, thereof.
That she might sound the call to war
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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...
"D-doctor!"
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.
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"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.
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...
"D-doctor!"
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.
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"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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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 18, 2016, 02:40:11 PM
Salute
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I see many closed fist,
not many open palms.
Perhaps the one,
inside the one,
Can bring the
storm
to
c
a
l
m
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I see many closed fist,
not many open palms.
Perhaps the one,
inside the one,
Can bring the
storm
to
c
a
l
m
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.
Huzzah!
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.
Nevermore,
Can I ignore,
your ever loving ever dream.
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He rose from the grave
As I went to sit, I noticed my seat-number.
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Huzzah!
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.
Nevermore,
Can I ignore,
your ever loving ever dream.
....To Be Continued...
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He rose from the grave
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 21, 2016, 01:46:01 PM
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Lifehouse's Everything Skit
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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.
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Come on,
let's really explore this studio space!
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RAISE YOUR HORNS
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AMON AMARTH
lyrics
"The Way Of Vikings"
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
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Come on,
let's really explore this studio space!
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RAISE YOUR HORNS
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AMON AMARTH
lyrics
"The Way Of Vikings"
Spoiler: show
Spoiler: show
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
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 24, 2016, 05:09:11 PM
Bismuth Symphony
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You are forever in my prayers
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(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/gunnerkrigg/images/1/1f/Beesmuth.png/revision/latest?cb=20131215011631)
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(Distorted and repeated samples)
I know where no one can reach you
No I dont mind
We keep these promises, these promises
Written in a letter
-Crystal Castles, Kept (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfbCLwNlGwU)
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You are forever in my prayers
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(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/gunnerkrigg/images/1/1f/Beesmuth.png/revision/latest?cb=20131215011631)
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(Distorted and repeated samples)
I know where no one can reach you
No I dont mind
We keep these promises, these promises
Written in a letter
-Crystal Castles, Kept (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfbCLwNlGwU)
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(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CqWm_amUAAAozvv.jpg)
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 02, 2016, 10:56:20 AM
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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 14
Watch Dogs
✞
A
CONFIRMED
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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 14
Watch Dogs
✞
Is this our art?
A
CONFIRMED
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Spoiler: show
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 04, 2016, 12:27:55 AM
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Animu & Mango
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(http://bestanimations.com/Animals/Mammals/Horses/unicorn/unicorn-animated-picture-gif-6.gif)
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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.
Amen
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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.
Amen
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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 15
Mr Black
✞
Let he not be named.
No, never.
His names are many. His faces, many.
His places,
unknown
✞
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(http://ne8ularis.altervista.org/home.gif)
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H̸͎̦̟e͉̗h͚͓̜̖͘ͅę͉̖̙̠͖̗h̶e҉͉̼̲͔̭̜͚he͕he̛̬̱̻,̧
m̻̤o͖̘͖̣̲͟ͅn̝e̕q͞u̵̺͎ì̖t̗̱o͖̹̱̳͝s̸̞̪
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 10, 2016, 04:12:37 AM
TIAMAT
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMi_0UeF7lc/VQsGEsJoIuI/AAAAAAAABe0/-kHxjt-K6Fw/s1600/titia7.jpg)
Bai de murninlurd dats niec
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Bai de murninlurd dats niec
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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.
Amen
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(https://s30.postimg.org/dyp93xw4h/200289_lady_of_pain_s_crest.gif)
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.
Amen
.
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Spoiler: show
(http://i.imgur.com/NBMX5ks.gif)
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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 16
Lady of Pain
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Huah!
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?
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She was sleeping walking again
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She couldn't remember
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Chapter 16
Lady of Pain
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Huah!
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?
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She was sleeping walking again
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She couldn't remember
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 22, 2016, 12:06:32 AM
They've arrived...
✞
(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/28/ba/e3/28bae3075eedd923dc7e90e9d00e39cc.jpg)
We need your help.
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✞
(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpnypdSL8o1qla7k7o1_500.gif)
(http://www.bastabalkana.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Masoni-i-Iluminati-ko-su-i-kako-su-nastali-Iluminati.jpg)
|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 17
The Black Hand
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(https://s30.postimg.org/3zg7vrk6p/Bast1.jpg)
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/boom!
(http://awakeningartsacademy.com/wp-content/uploads/Zeitgeist1.jpg)
"Its natural to feel a little disorientation,
please,
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,
however,
some points are beyond return...
we have to be careful when charting our destination,
Or we may be lost;
forever."
"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."
Chapter 17
The Black Hand
✞
(https://s30.postimg.org/3zg7vrk6p/Bast1.jpg)
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/boom!
(http://awakeningartsacademy.com/wp-content/uploads/Zeitgeist1.jpg)
"Its natural to feel a little disorientation,
please,
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,
however,
some points are beyond return...
we have to be careful when charting our destination,
Or we may be lost;
forever."
"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."
Quote
-Captain Bastion Press, from Zion Station.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 24, 2016, 06:05:02 AM
FROM
THE
THE
DARKNESS
✞
Luke 10 (King James Version)
The mission of the seventy
Spoiler: show
The good Samaritan
Spoiler: show
"Argali Dupont"
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(http://i.imgur.com/CyrMUVU.gif)
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.......
Maudlyn, you must understand...
everything I have done for you. Everything I am,
through Him...
I love you....
I love you...
I
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.......
Maudlyn, you must understand...
everything I have done for you. Everything I am,
through Him...
I love you....
I love you...
I
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 29, 2016, 10:29:43 PM
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Ephesians 6:17
King James Version (KJV)
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"I'm happy that I met you, and unhappy that I have to go now."
(http://mrwgifs.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Shiny-Tear-Drops-In-Anime-Reaction-Gif.gif)
Somehow.. that too, makes me happy.
✞
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(https://photos.smugmug.com/The-Bible/i-VrKtfSj/0/S/Religion_0752-S.jpg)
Spoiler: show
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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:"
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"I'm happy that I met you, and unhappy that I have to go now."
(http://mrwgifs.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Shiny-Tear-Drops-In-Anime-Reaction-Gif.gif)
Somehow.. that too, makes me happy.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 11, 2017, 12:09:59 AM
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The Sword
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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 18
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✞
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Romans 10:9
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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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 18
(http://www.rebirthtransformation.com/Content/Images/rebirth-logo-mobile.png)
✞
(https://66.media.tumblr.com/2a22908865b397618cc7c35837fbe25e/tumblr_o6ueykwMYK1uryftbo1_500.gif)
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.
Spoiler: show
(http://s3.amazonaws.com/ligonier-public-media/blog/blog-post-images/Born-Again-2_620.jpg)
Spoiler: show
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]
Concentric
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.
-Maudlyn
Stop me how?
[Written in a thin, leather-bound journal]
Concentric
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.
-Maudlyn
Spoiler: show
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 18, 2017, 12:46:07 PM
Spoiler: show
NeoN DawN
"Cops -wish- they could stop me."
To wake but never sleep?
Am I dreaming without waking?
Am I?
I?
I
To wake but never sleep?
Am I dreaming without waking?
Am I?
I?
I
Spoiler: show
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2017, 09:16:04 AM
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|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 19
✞
The Redeemer
.
.
✞
How long shall you hold me, devil?
Not long till my bonds be broken.
[/b]Hello!
I wonder.
Yes, I do.
Oh, ever so deeply.
I'm afraid. I simply mean
the best.
~bzt~
This workman's fiddle,
within a riddle,
is sure to
pass the
test
.
Strange readings, Captain...
[/size]My, God!
Would you look at the thing!
Would you look at the thing!
Baptism
.
HOLY,
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HOLY, HOLY,
.
HOLY,
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HOLY, HOLY,
.
Mana
(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liy8dtXvkm1qe5zd1o1_500.jpg)
We hold these truths to be self evident.
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."
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."
Spoiler: show
.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 26, 2017, 01:16:55 PM
"Excellence is not an act, but a habit."
-Aristotle
(http://www.atheodoc.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/flammarionwoodcut.adaptation.jpg)
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.[/size]
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.[/size]
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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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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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 30, 2017, 09:55:47 AM
WAKE UP
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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.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 02, 2017, 12:11:36 AM
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SYSTEM FAILURE IMMI-nen-en-ent
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WARNING
WARNING
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SYSTEM FAILURE IMMI-nen-en-ent
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 10, 2017, 03:07:21 AM
Gott Mit Uns
or
how language is used against you every day
(your associations are killing you)
or
how language is used against you every day
(your associations are killing you)
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 12, 2017, 10:08:18 PM
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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.
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,
Father.
Bring about the end,
that we may begin.
To Jesus all the glory eternal,
for I revel in your mercy and grace alone.
Amen.
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,
Father.
Bring about the end,
that we may begin.
To Jesus all the glory eternal,
for I revel in your mercy and grace alone.
Amen.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 14, 2017, 02:30:20 PM
|Shadow Academy|
Chapter 21
Benediction
Chapter 21
Benediction
We are one people.
✞
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Maudlyn...
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.
(http://www.zelda.com/ocarina3d/_ui/img/characters/navi.png)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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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 15, 2017, 03:31:57 PM
Mythguard
Arc 2: The Second Age
Session 35
~Finale~
Session 35
~Finale~
"The End is the Beginning"
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Order.
But at what cost?
How to measure a soul?
I wonder.
I wonder.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 24, 2017, 07:25:19 PM
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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. 203206
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. 203206
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 25, 2017, 04:26:03 PM
.
"Day Walker"
Chapter I
Dhampir
Chapter I
Dhampir
What alternative was there?
There simply was no other choice by comparison.
There was no other way.
It was destined;
Fate.
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.
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[Source: http://kanobu.ru/pub/431009/]
Let me tell you about my father, then;
he was one hell of a man
.
.
.
There simply was no other choice by comparison.
There was no other way.
It was destined;
Fate.
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.
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[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
.
.
.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 29, 2017, 05:43:31 PM
"Day Walker"
Chapter II
Dark Deco
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.
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If but for naught else, congratulations! You've made it!
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Here we are now.
Commemorate it.
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.
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If but for naught else, congratulations! You've made it!
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Here we are now.
Commemorate it.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 31, 2017, 04:52:22 AM
"Day Walker"
Chapter III
Starchild
Chapter III
Starchild
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.
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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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Selah.
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.
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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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Selah.
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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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 04, 2017, 02:17:46 AM
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"Day Walker"
Chapter IV
Love Letters
Its become easy saying goodbye.
Too easy.
..
Hello.
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I AM has sent me to you.
Chapter IV
Love Letters
Its become easy saying goodbye.
Too easy.
..
Hello.
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I AM has sent me to you.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 05, 2017, 06:13:28 PM
"Day Walker"
Chapter V
Shooting Stars
Chapter V
Shooting Stars
*/"We have another one, sir."
*/"Interesting."
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*/"There's more every day."
//initiate.Safeguard
Swiftly.
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;
together.
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.
..
They...
*/"Interesting."
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*/"There's more every day."
//initiate.Safeguard
//initiating...
Swiftly.
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;
together.
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.
..
They...
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 08, 2017, 04:17:37 PM
"Day Walker"
Chapter VI
Bloodlines
Chapter VI
Bloodlines
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.
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.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 10, 2017, 05:03:21 AM
"Day Walker"
Chapter VII
Skald and Shadow
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.
"Argali."
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.
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"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.
"Masta."
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.
"Argali."
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.
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"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.
"Masta."
♪
~ 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) ~
♪
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"Ammë....."
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~ 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) ~
♪
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"Ammë....."
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 11, 2017, 03:00:45 AM
"Day Walker"
Chapter VIII
The Living Word
Chapter VIII
The Living Word
Faith,
it makes all the difference in the world.
The birthing;
through the water and the spirit:
Baptism.
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.
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"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
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 18, 2017, 05:45:46 PM
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
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Chapter IX
Emergence(https://68.media.tumblr.com/2fb016640d9765cd4fbdb980e953662c/tumblr_oo6wnjp82P1r8t01qo1_500.jpg)
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.
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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:
Years.
They hurried.
It was almost midnight.
She was flawless.
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Why have you forsaken me?
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.
Colors.
Sounds.
Shapes.
They raged within her mind.
She could see footprints upon the sand.
Two pairs.
Dancing.
She stood fast upon her rock,
and nothing moved her,
though she was tested by every element.
Any Thing you could imagine.
(https://68.media.tumblr.com/6ec1ec756527f92fb5e47f1ec0dbfc68/tumblr_o9a186VABg1rmfzd9o1_500.gif)
Time drew near.
She could feel it in her bones.
Chapter X
Ever After
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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.
Colors.
Sounds.
Shapes.
They raged within her mind.
She could see footprints upon the sand.
Two pairs.
Dancing.
She stood fast upon her rock,
and nothing moved her,
though she was tested by every element.
Any Thing you could imagine.
(https://68.media.tumblr.com/6ec1ec756527f92fb5e47f1ec0dbfc68/tumblr_o9a186VABg1rmfzd9o1_500.gif)
Time drew near.
She could feel it in her bones.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 21, 2017, 12:17:44 PM
Word Study
Zechariah
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
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!
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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!
Forthwith!
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 23, 2017, 11:10:47 PM
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"Day Walker"
Chapter XII
Stonehearts
Chapter XII
Stonehearts
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.
Love.
So I hope.
So I pray.
Every single,
Every day.
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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.
Love.
So I hope.
So I pray.
Every single,
Every day.
(https://ru.fenikssfun.com/cache/images/3022291403/raspyatie-na-kreste_2649565072.jpg)
Jesus Christ ...
May we fare the way..
Amen.
May we fare the way..
Amen.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 24, 2017, 04:26:10 PM
"Day Walker"
Chapter XIII
The Story Teller
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.
(https://mlblogsnewberg.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/negative-nine.jpg)
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)||
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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.
(https://mlblogsnewberg.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/negative-nine.jpg)
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)||
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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)
Maudlyn...
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."
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Chapter XIV
Ammë (http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/elvish/phrases.html)
"Wake up, sunshine~"
Maudlyn...
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."
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 08, 2017, 04:56:22 PM
"Day Walker"
Chapter XV
Dereliction
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 ćther.
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How long had she lived to feel this Way?
Doubts began to creep,
but silent & faithful,
did she keep.
Chapter XV
Dereliction
...
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 ćther.
(http://orig15.deviantart.net/149c/f/2015/184/a/9/a9a06e89a19768f5ed965c533408d133-d8zqpqc.jpg)
How long had she lived to feel this Way?
Doubts began to creep,
but silent & faithful,
did she keep.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 14, 2017, 11:25:35 AM
"Day Walker"
Chapter XVI
Wayfarer
"All that glitters is not gold."
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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...
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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...
(https://static.tumblr.com/fd3c6d638090bccbd9465bdc89b7579b/elhmcbf/oUmoqd9kz/tumblr_static_filename_640_v2.gif)
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
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The Mission of the TwelveChapter 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
(https://s30.postimg.org/qjcqij82p/9dddc86b2ab3871f5e4d0f74552cf76e.jpg)
...
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.
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And there will be weeping, and gnashing of teeth;
And there shall be no rest for the wicked.
And there shall be no rest for the wicked.
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:
Savage.
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.
No.
Not so easily.
She kissed her crucifix, and began her task.
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:
Savage.
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.
No.
Not so easily.
She kissed her crucifix, and began her task.
Quote
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,
-Maudlyn
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 19, 2017, 05:17:25 AM
"Day Walker"
Chapter XX
Twin Dragons
[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.
Chapter XX
Twin Dragons
They were beaten, but not defeated.
This was war,
after all.
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!
(https://s2.postimg.org/tb2rp6d3t/Medea_dies.jpg)
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
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I will fear no evil:
for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
-Psalm 23:4
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 20, 2017, 01:27:44 AM
"Day Walker"
Chapter XXI
Epilogue
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.
Goodnight
~
The End
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iEre The Sun Rises!
Chapter XXI
Epilogue
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.
Goodnight
~
The End
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iEre The Sun Rises!
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 22, 2017, 01:55:29 PM
BLACK.HAND
Prologue
The Long Shadow
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"A hand is only as black as the blood that stains it."
-Argali Dupont
Prologue
The Long Shadow
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"A hand is only as black as the blood that stains it."
-Argali Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 23, 2017, 06:06:11 AM
[Case Work] Vanguard
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Storied individuals,
to say the least...
to say the least...
~Sir Lexington Grey of Havenshire,
What a name,
what a mane.
~Aileen..
Young, brash.
Idealistic; charming.
I see why he guards her so.
He simply must.
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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!
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
Hallelujah.
Sister Iridni was in full muster. I swelled with Pride.
Tatum was astonishingly versatile, despite her near complete adolescence! A young prodigy...
I wonder...
Tatum was astonishingly versatile, despite her near complete adolescence! A young prodigy...
I wonder...
-Argali Dupont
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 29, 2017, 09:44:06 PM
BLACK.HAND
Chapter I
One Mile to Marathon
She studied, and trained hard.
It wouldn't be long now until they returned.
She was ready.
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Her prayer
was
her
sword
.
.
.
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Chapter I
One Mile to Marathon
She studied, and trained hard.
It wouldn't be long now until they returned.
She was ready.
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Her prayer
was
her
sword
.
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.
...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?
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 04, 2017, 10:40:28 AM
BLACK.HAND
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.
Legions.
Hosts.
Your entire host,
Lord.
We are at war.
In Jesus Christ name, Almighty!
Free our souls.
Amen.
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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.
Legions.
Hosts.
Your entire host,
Lord.
We are at war.
In Jesus Christ name, Almighty!
Free our souls.
Amen.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 12, 2017, 09:59:27 AM
BLACK.HAND
Chapter III
Lantern Bearer
Chapter III
Lantern Bearer
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Mark 3
Jesus heals many by the sea
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Mark 5
Devils cast out
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Mark 6
The mission of the twelve
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 15, 2017, 03:50:11 AM
BLACK.HAND
Chapter IV
Wayward Sword
Chapter IV
Wayward Sword
There was no problem; it just was so:
That to Live by the Sword, you must also Die by it!
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.
Mon sang pour les leurs.
Presently
...
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!
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 17, 2017, 06:21:26 AM
BLACK.HAND
Chapter V
Somewhere Out There
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?
Strife
Knife
Wife
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...
Amen.
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Ai, Ren yallo!
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 23, 2017, 10:13:57 AM
BLACK.HAND
Chapter VI
Fork-Tongue
Chapter VI
Fork-Tongue
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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?
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KNOW YOUR PLACE!
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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 03, 2017, 09:24:22 PM
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BLACK.HAND
Chapter VII
Prisoners of the Mist
Chapter VII
Prisoners of the Mist
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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:
Justice.
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!
MY BLOOD FOR THEIRS
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See me, then, devil.
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?
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How could one one know it, if one could not be it?
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 06, 2017, 06:40:57 PM
BLACK.HAND
Epilogue
The Way
Epilogue
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.
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She followed her dream; and though the land was barren and waste, here life could begin anew.
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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,She was free.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 08, 2017, 07:47:10 PM
There are some verses, and a drawing of a tree split down the middle...
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 13, 2017, 02:10:24 AM
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...
Boiling below the surface. Something this way comes.
I can only observe, and marvel, as life flourishes anew...
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 21, 2017, 04:32:17 AM
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.
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.
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State of the Union
(also known as "Oligarchy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oligarchy)")
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You've tread on the very people you proclaim to stand for.
God bless our eyes.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 27, 2017, 03:02:01 AM
I've had a vision.
O yes,
Joy~
There among the fringes,
just out of sight.
He lies.
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When that failed...
some spell-
isilence!
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...
isilence!
GNNNHRHGG!!!
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.
Gods judgement reigns nigh.
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I leave tomorrow,
on my pilgrimage;
but first I pray.
on my pilgrimage;
but first I pray.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 01, 2017, 01:44:34 AM
"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.
Selah.
[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~
-Dupont
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~
-Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 03, 2017, 11:56:59 PM
Rise Up, My People
As I travel through the lands, I feel it start to peel away.
Ancient & hidden lores abound.
Say.
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?
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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.
[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.]
[A portrait is drawn with great hand.]
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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.
Selah.
-Dupont
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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.
Selah.
-Dupont
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?
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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.
-Dupont
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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?
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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.
-Dupont
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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.
"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.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 13, 2017, 12:02:50 AM
RedSun
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.
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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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 17, 2017, 01:19:08 AM
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.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 23, 2017, 09:52:04 AM
Entry 10
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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.
(http://s32.postimg.org/k5mzam85x/il_340x270_440190179_jsrd_1.jpg)
(http://pm1.narvii.com/6111/9575ae6220d9253f7909a7a5d42fbb79ce895c32_hq.jpg)
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.
(http://s32.postimg.org/k5mzam85x/il_340x270_440190179_jsrd_1.jpg)
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.
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/85b65923d0ce0e8a22126f82be1b850f/tenor.gif?itemid=5219311)
Yellow.
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!
[An intricate drawing of an armored elven warrior standing against a horned writhing mass dominates the page.]
I see you, Satan.
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/85b65923d0ce0e8a22126f82be1b850f/tenor.gif?itemid=5219311)
Yellow.
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!
Spoiler: show
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.
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/06519955c0d9bee1d7716b0b3e15f028/tenor.gif?itemid=5506942)
Why then does the rose bear thorn?
To protect her from those who would steal the blossom.
Will I dream in silence?
-Dupont
[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.
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/06519955c0d9bee1d7716b0b3e15f028/tenor.gif?itemid=5506942)
Why then does the rose bear thorn?
To protect her from those who would steal the blossom.
Will I dream in silence?
-Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 31, 2017, 04:03:46 AM
Circa 772
Maudlyn Dupont
(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/06/25/19/0625197ce8c61f4a0a710543036f90dd--elves-fantasy-fantasy-art.jpg)
"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.
Maudlyn Dupont
(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/06/25/19/0625197ce8c61f4a0a710543036f90dd--elves-fantasy-fantasy-art.jpg)
"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
(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/189485/Iomedae_holy_symbol.png)
"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
(https://media.tenor.com/images/2aa313dcaebf9968f2f9330d73663000/tenor.gif)
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
(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/189485/Iomedae_holy_symbol.png)
"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
(https://media.tenor.com/images/2aa313dcaebf9968f2f9330d73663000/tenor.gif)
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
-Dupont
(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f1/8d/63/f18d63d32abe48b4af0c42f184bcf2e0--romans-bible-romans-.jpg)
[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
-Dupont
(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f1/8d/63/f18d63d32abe48b4af0c42f184bcf2e0--romans-bible-romans-.jpg)
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.
WITH WINGS AT MY CALL!
-Dupont
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.
WITH WINGS AT MY CALL!
-Dupont
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.
in
ri
Jesus Christ.
Ha
ll
ow
ed
be
thy
name
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.
in
ri
Jesus Christ.
Ha
ll
ow
ed
be
thy
name
...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.
-Dupont
Amen
[What is red dye blotches the page in artistic rendition. Some text follows.]
By the waters & the spirit I am made clean.
-Dupont
Amen
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.
Instrusion,
6'O'clock
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."
iAi, Ren Yalo!
(rough elvish translation: 'Hail, my heart!')
Drowning, consuming,
subsumed in illusion.
Its proven,
these things are delusion.
Instrusion,
6'O'clock
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:
True.
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:
True.
Hallelujah
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.
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.]
[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.
Argali.
Maudlyn.
Argali!
Somebody...
Maudlyn!
ARGALI
MAUDLYN
Anybody...
Please,
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.
(http://37.media.tumblr.com/425e0f7e47935773f02eb682eb689215/tumblr_n8w3nz6OZo1sqs7xzo8_500.gif)
Do you remember?
Remember who you are.
-
[Unlike most entries, there is no signature here.]
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.
(https://s31.postimg.org/haef7ifjf/oldboy.jpg)
A demonstration,
a commemoration,
an inauguration, of the bold.
A story untold, these pages unfold,
to ages of old, where right met with gold.
AND IN AGES OF MIGHT,
IT COMES WITH SUCH LIGHT,
TO BRAVE THE HORRORS,
AND HARROWS OF NIGHT.
(http://izquotes.com/quotes-pictures/quote-laugh-and-the-world-laughs-with-you-weep-and-you-weep-alone-for-the-sad-old-earth-must-borrow-ella-wheeler-wilcox-317141.jpg)
[Blood stains the bottom of the page, mysteriously...]
(http://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/blood-gif-7.gif)
[spoiler](https://avatanplus.com/files/resources/mid/579a05de0722f15631a6eb4d.png)
Ḳ̹̱̪̖̺̪e̦͈͝ẹ̷̪p̵͉̗̱̱͚̗ ̡̺͕̬̳̘̲dr̨ẹ̠̮͝a̶̬m̮͚̖̕i̺̙̦̝͓̙̞ṉ̭̱̝ͅg͚ͅ,͏̰̩͕͇͇̥ S͉͍͉͓͖̪s͏̥͕̯u͓̦̭c̬̪̀h͉͚̞̱̜ ṣ̼̼̙̥ͅs̳͡w͎̞e҉et̵̥͖̖͕̜ ̠̞̹d̰̱̠̱̱ͅr̯̞̯̟͜ͅe̖͝a̰͖m̢̮̦͔s͚̬͈͖̖͍̹s͎̜.̥̟̯
(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3f/51/4e/3f514e184c16d2efeb0d27cc800cf84e.gif)
[/b][The artist's rendering of a harvest moon is impeccable.]
-Dupont
[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.
(https://s31.postimg.org/haef7ifjf/oldboy.jpg)
A demonstration,
a commemoration,
an inauguration, of the bold.
A story untold, these pages unfold,
to ages of old, where right met with gold.
AND IN AGES OF MIGHT,
IT COMES WITH SUCH LIGHT,
TO BRAVE THE HORRORS,
AND HARROWS OF NIGHT.
(http://izquotes.com/quotes-pictures/quote-laugh-and-the-world-laughs-with-you-weep-and-you-weep-alone-for-the-sad-old-earth-must-borrow-ella-wheeler-wilcox-317141.jpg)
[Blood stains the bottom of the page, mysteriously...]
(http://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/blood-gif-7.gif)
[spoiler](https://avatanplus.com/files/resources/mid/579a05de0722f15631a6eb4d.png)
Ḳ̹̱̪̖̺̪e̦͈͝ẹ̷̪p̵͉̗̱̱͚̗ ̡̺͕̬̳̘̲dr̨ẹ̠̮͝a̶̬m̮͚̖̕i̺̙̦̝͓̙̞ṉ̭̱̝ͅg͚ͅ,͏̰̩͕͇͇̥ S͉͍͉͓͖̪s͏̥͕̯u͓̦̭c̬̪̀h͉͚̞̱̜ ṣ̼̼̙̥ͅs̳͡w͎̞e҉et̵̥͖̖͕̜ ̠̞̹d̰̱̠̱̱ͅr̯̞̯̟͜ͅe̖͝a̰͖m̢̮̦͔s͚̬͈͖̖͍̹s͎̜.̥̟̯
(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3f/51/4e/3f514e184c16d2efeb0d27cc800cf84e.gif)
[/b][The artist's rendering of a harvest moon is impeccable.]
Quote
[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)(http://christrescuemission.org/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/sword_I_have_come_2_bring.15075202_std.jpg)
-Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 03, 2018, 01:07:01 PM
Entry 18
[A lone wolf ambles against a boreal tempest.]
[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
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DHullvjW0AElgwn.jpg)
CIRCA 773
(https://s15.postimg.org/nivskdvfv/6_Mmc_Rup.gif)
CIRCA 773
(https://s15.postimg.org/nivskdvfv/6_Mmc_Rup.gif)
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.
(https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2017-06/5/10/asset/buzzfeed-prod-fastlane-01/anigif_sub-buzz-8445-1496674003-11.gif?downsize=715:*&output-format=auto&output-quality=auto)
-Dupont
[A bizarre collage of unidentified characters is depicted.]
I remember.
Time makes fools of us all.
(https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2017-06/5/10/asset/buzzfeed-prod-fastlane-01/anigif_sub-buzz-8445-1496674003-11.gif?downsize=715:*&output-format=auto&output-quality=auto)
-Dupont
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.
Almighty
El Shaddai
Amen.
[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.
Almighty
El Shaddai
Quote
[Inks & oils are used to achieve a surreal effect.]Your grace & mercy be upon us forever.
(https://christozentrisch.files.wordpress.com/2017/01/return_of_christ.jpg)
Amen.
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.]
(https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.32888576.7930/flat,800x800,075,f.u3.jpg)
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.
-Dupont
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.]
(https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.32888576.7930/flat,800x800,075,f.u3.jpg)
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.
-Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 16, 2018, 09:31:31 AM
Entry 22
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[A man is beaten, but not broken. Bloodied, but not breathless.]
Rise & shine, my beautiful race~
-Maudlyn A Dupont
(https://www.fbcoverlover.com/maker/covers-images/download/hebrews-4-12-Facebook-Covers.jpg)
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[A man is beaten, but not broken. Bloodied, but not breathless.]
Rise & shine, my beautiful race~
-Maudlyn A Dupont
(https://www.fbcoverlover.com/maker/covers-images/download/hebrews-4-12-Facebook-Covers.jpg)
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 18, 2018, 02:34:06 PM
Entry 23
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[A warrior fights against overwhelming odds.]
As ever.
I stand as one against the legions of hell.
My kindred are fallen.
I
am
alone
here
.
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.
YHWH
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
(http://bestanimations.com/Nature/Fire/triangle-fire-animated-gif.gif)
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[A warrior fights against overwhelming odds.]
As ever.
I stand as one against the legions of hell.
My kindred are fallen.
I
am
alone
here
.
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.
YHWH
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
(http://bestanimations.com/Nature/Fire/triangle-fire-animated-gif.gif)
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 19, 2018, 05:24:46 PM
Entry 24
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[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,
yet,
it has only led me back to you.
And I can smile,
and you can be proud.
I'm coming home.
-Maudlyn A Dupont
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[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,
yet,
it has only led me back to you.
And I can smile,
and you can be proud.
I'm coming home.
-Maudlyn A Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2018, 12:00:29 AM
Entry 25
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
(http://sj.uploads.im/t/T4Sv3.jpg)
[Reality is presented, in fantastic narration.]
[ A fallen angel is exquisitely detailed... ]
(http://thewallpaper.co/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Anime-Angel-wings-Wallpaper-Black-and-White-hd-mac-apple-colourful-amazing-cool-free-4k-1920x1080-736x459.jpg)
I like this piece. I think its the white of her wings.
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
Rise up, my people.
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
(https://kaessuman.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_0079.jpg)
[A chromatic embossing of a unicorn is here.]
(https://media.tenor.com/images/2aa313dcaebf9968f2f9330d73663000/tenor.gif)
Selah
-Maudlyn A Dupont
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
(http://sj.uploads.im/t/T4Sv3.jpg)
[Reality is presented, in fantastic narration.]
[ A fallen angel is exquisitely detailed... ]
(http://thewallpaper.co/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Anime-Angel-wings-Wallpaper-Black-and-White-hd-mac-apple-colourful-amazing-cool-free-4k-1920x1080-736x459.jpg)
I like this piece. I think its the white of her wings.
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
Rise up, my people.
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@
(https://kaessuman.files.wordpress.com/2017/04/img_0079.jpg)
[A chromatic embossing of a unicorn is here.]
(https://media.tenor.com/images/2aa313dcaebf9968f2f9330d73663000/tenor.gif)
Selah
-Maudlyn A Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 26, 2018, 05:18:36 AM
CIRCA 773
(https://www.evangelistjoshuaorekhie.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/7d95e9622a2276894bfe039a47e0fd83-e1511347677300.jpg)
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
so
I am not to blame,
if
things don't go your way
i'm
thinking all the same
you're
drinking its okay
i'll
take the time to pray
for
just another day
to
free
you
from
your
pain
.
.
.
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[A shadow clad figure is accompanied by a fey companion.]
"Come, then, claim the death you seek."
(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c67166a7e7e2c743ec04c27b2afe1b78/tumblr_nylbsl5ODw1u8dlg0o1_1280.gif)
-Maudlyn A Dupont
"Come, then, claim the death you seek."
(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c67166a7e7e2c743ec04c27b2afe1b78/tumblr_nylbsl5ODw1u8dlg0o1_1280.gif)
-Maudlyn A Dupont
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.
NOW NEEDS METTLE!
-Maudlyn A Dupont
[One man stands against many.]
(https://images.gr-assets.com/hostedimages/1500942537ra/23398310.gif)
God have mercy on your souls.
(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/a5/ab/a6a5abc668fb5da68d8a0c782b9c56d4--hipster-design-psalm-.jpg)
[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.
NOW NEEDS METTLE!
-Maudlyn A Dupont
[One man stands against many.]
(https://images.gr-assets.com/hostedimages/1500942537ra/23398310.gif)
God have mercy on your souls.
(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/a5/ab/a6a5abc668fb5da68d8a0c782b9c56d4--hipster-design-psalm-.jpg)
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 04, 2018, 03:12:38 AM
(https://infotrackme.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/SWORD-OF-SPIRIT.jpg)
Sword Saint
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[ 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.
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?
(http://sj.uploads.im/t/T4Sv3.jpg)
-Maudlyn A Dupont
Sword Saint
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[ 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.
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?
(http://sj.uploads.im/t/T4Sv3.jpg)
-Maudlyn A Dupont
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.
Amen.
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CRF733RUwAEhYVu.jpg:large)
-Maudlyn A Dupont
[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.
Amen.
(https://media.tenor.com/images/2aa313dcaebf9968f2f9330d73663000/tenor.gif)
@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CRF733RUwAEhYVu.jpg:large)
-Maudlyn A Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 26, 2018, 07:48:22 PM
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
[A figure floats amidst an ethereal sea..]
Sword Saint
Chapter II
Heritage
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.
(http://sj.uploads.im/t/T4Sv3.jpg)
Now was anew.
(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWfkrSV8-Kw/VtXEVKto_bI/AAAAAAAAXH0/s9t4h0QuECE/s1600/espada-do-espirito.jpg)
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.
(https://media1.giphy.com/media/cd6Fp0qEGR3ag/giphy.gif)
She thanked God for what was afforded her.
(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/73/2b/d8/732bd83aa2cc9f15cbf0c4f4ad800383--bible-quotes-bible-verses.jpg)
There at her bonfire, she dreamed such dreams, among the smoke & embers.
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/3bbb551fd175072642bf9446b23ea847/tenor.gif?itemid=4709953)
[A figure floats amidst an ethereal sea..]
Sword Saint
Chapter II
Heritage
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.
(http://sj.uploads.im/t/T4Sv3.jpg)
Now was anew.
(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWfkrSV8-Kw/VtXEVKto_bI/AAAAAAAAXH0/s9t4h0QuECE/s1600/espada-do-espirito.jpg)
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.
(https://media1.giphy.com/media/cd6Fp0qEGR3ag/giphy.gif)
She thanked God for what was afforded her.
(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/73/2b/d8/732bd83aa2cc9f15cbf0c4f4ad800383--bible-quotes-bible-verses.jpg)
There at her bonfire, she dreamed such dreams, among the smoke & embers.
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/3bbb551fd175072642bf9446b23ea847/tenor.gif?itemid=4709953)
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!
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pacificrim/images/e/e7/Flaming_Sword.1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131107014429)
There is no other fate,
this is Destiny.
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
(https://pa1.narvii.com/6221/325edf3060501a6f7f39310a41c926fe7ddcc76a_hq.gif)
*The page is stained in shadow residue..
-Argali
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!
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/pacificrim/images/e/e7/Flaming_Sword.1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131107014429)
There is no other fate,
this is Destiny.
(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/animal-jam-clans-1/images/d/d5/Crown.gif/revision/latest?cb=20160830233434)
(https://pa1.narvii.com/6221/325edf3060501a6f7f39310a41c926fe7ddcc76a_hq.gif)
*The page is stained in shadow residue..
-Argali
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 13, 2018, 07:50:22 PM
Entry 29
[ The entry is a shamble of conflicting notions... ]
(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/8d/11/f98d1123be7738c5bdd998b690aa68cb--panem-coffee-quotes.jpg)
[
What We Fight For
[/quote]
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/1745a3560d6c21c6ef524b351fa73bb6/tenor.gif?itemid=7833474)
*tears stain the parchment
[ The entry is a shamble of conflicting notions... ]
(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/8d/11/f98d1123be7738c5bdd998b690aa68cb--panem-coffee-quotes.jpg)
[
What We Fight For
[/quote]
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/1745a3560d6c21c6ef524b351fa73bb6/tenor.gif?itemid=7833474)
*tears stain the parchment
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..
(http://data.whicdn.com/images/82568849/large.gif)
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Blossoms Anew
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
(https://media.giphy.com/media/mQan4KV9MNoJy/giphy.gif)
[ 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..
(http://data.whicdn.com/images/82568849/large.gif)
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Blossoms Anew
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
(https://media.giphy.com/media/mQan4KV9MNoJy/giphy.gif)
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. ]
(http://38.media.tumblr.com/542f90e1607c2e693c84e253dfbebb7c/tumblr_nhekihjNKe1qav3uso1_500.gif)
What are you dreaming...
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8d/98/ef/8d98ef32968595bc593b4fdf444ec8d6.jpg)
(https://media.tenor.com/images/2aa313dcaebf9968f2f9330d73663000/tenor.gif)
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. ]
(http://38.media.tumblr.com/542f90e1607c2e693c84e253dfbebb7c/tumblr_nhekihjNKe1qav3uso1_500.gif)
What are you dreaming...
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8d/98/ef/8d98ef32968595bc593b4fdf444ec8d6.jpg)
(https://media.tenor.com/images/2aa313dcaebf9968f2f9330d73663000/tenor.gif)
I love you.
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.]
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/71bd4db49eb290e4ae1289298054ea8b/tenor.gif)
Reach for the light, though you cannot see.
Have but small faith in me.
Ye of small faith.
Abandon your sin,
And inherit your destiny.
[A Hand rises from the grave.]
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/71bd4db49eb290e4ae1289298054ea8b/tenor.gif)
Reach for the light, though you cannot see.
Have but small faith in me.
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. ]
(https://media.tenor.com/images/cd10d3c29e5cb3ba6d295ef93c242949/tenor.gif)
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.
(http://i.imgur.com/P3EwTea.gif)
Reality is far better. Everything else is just a dream...
(https://78.media.tumblr.com/f1701dceefbeedffd200717794df0a38/tumblr_nv5vkoppts1tvso1qo1_500.gif)
(https://media.giphy.com/media/yHAExxbb1zbRC/giphy.gif)
Time to wake up;
sleepy head.
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[ The entry is littered with text and alien images. Truly a work of art. ]
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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.
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Reality is far better. Everything else is just a dream...
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Time to wake up;
sleepy head.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 15, 2018, 04:34:57 PM
CIRCA 773
Maudlyn A Dupont
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Maudlyn A Dupont
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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.
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Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight.
Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight.
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.
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.Spoiler: show
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.(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f7/63/0a/f7630ac7a76e1025ca97f65e9bc6f86e.jpg)
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.(https://b1.gmbox.ru/c/131589.815xp.jpg)
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.
Maudlyn...
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.
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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.(https://s22.postimg.cc/jdijt0d5t/0003.jpg)
The End
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In memory of all the martyr's of the faith. Your glory be forever.
Amen.
Amen.
The Beginning
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 02, 2018, 12:33:33 PM
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The Watchers
-Herr Turm
Prologue
The Watchers
-Herr Turm
Prologue
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
Heritage
Heritage
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.
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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.
Thwack!
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 15, 2018, 11:34:38 AM
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The Watchers
-Herr Turm
Chapter 2
Pixie Dust
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,"
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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."
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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.
"No.
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.
"Yeah.."
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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.
"Quin."
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.
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[Hebrews 1:14] Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?
[Hebrews 1:14] Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 24, 2018, 08:28:10 AM
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?
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To know your self, is to know your enemy, and to know your enemy, is to know their weakness: your strength.
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Be strong, my heart.
Though this world will pass away... my love is indestructible.
To know your self, is to know your enemy, and to know your enemy, is to know their weakness: your strength.
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Be strong, my heart.
Though this world will pass away... my love is indestructible.
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.
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.
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.
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Mon sang pour les leurs.
For only the love of the little ones...
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 26, 2018, 02:27:54 PM
So many memories...
There's only one way.
There's only one way.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2019, 05:43:13 PM
CIRCA 774
Maudlyn A Dupont
Maudlyn A Dupont
"It is better to walk with God- then to run with the devil."
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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.
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Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight.
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Mon sang pour les leurs.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 27, 2019, 06:46:13 AM
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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.
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Pilgrimage
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.
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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.
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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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 07, 2019, 04:32:10 PM
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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.
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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...
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 20, 2019, 01:44:01 AM
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" 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.
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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.
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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!
Selah!
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" 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.
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Argali Dupont(https://i.postimg.cc/268T1VJ6/argali.jpg)
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.
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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!
Selah!
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Amen.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 24, 2019, 01:10:00 PM
He called me Maudlyn.
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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.(http://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/blood-gif-7.gif)
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.(https://media.giphy.com/media/OaB9kXEvei8Ja/giphy.gif)
05/31/774Since 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.
06/1/774Ghosts 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."
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"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."
Amen.
Amen.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 16, 2019, 05:52:02 AM
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30,000 Strong
Mon sang pour les leurs.
08/16/774It 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.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 12, 2020, 03:50:45 PM
CIRCA 775
Maudlyn A Dupont
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.
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.
Maudlyn A Dupont
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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.
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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.
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Selah
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 09, 2020, 03:29:14 PM
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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.
Unsheathing
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.
Selah
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.
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.
Selah
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.
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"Amen and amen."
"Amen and amen."
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 24, 2020, 01:11:28 AM
2 Timothy I charge thee therefore before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom; Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and doctrine. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables. But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry.
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.
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.
Metavore
Brothers and Sisters and publicans alike who might so read these letters, I greet you in the faith of the most high God.
I write now moved by news and rumors of such uncertainty and calamity. I can only pray you are in strength and spirits. I have no doubt whatever cups we carry are with purpose and conviction, lest we be bitter and broken by what is for us- imagine what could be said of what is against us? We are sterner stock, and if not, let us find an inner store we never knew, and flourish like unto first bloom, and here-ever-after. Though I have noted many a cub among our Order, let them inherit their mane, and mighty tooth and nail both, yet courage is meted by meekness, and let what bold be tempered by meek- as we likewise lay with the lamb- yet never forgetting or fearing those roaring dragons and lions alike, whose appearances may vary, but their author is of confusion. Perhaps you know of the Satan I speak, yet either way, may we conquer him in due course.
I imagine where you are, you may harbor some doubts, pains, and worries... toward this end I seek to edify you with choice words and doctrines, which may linger precarious on your memory; God forbid we forsake our covenant. Let us return from whence we came, and continue toward that horizon.
Matthew 5
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I love you. Were it not, I would not say I do. I love you all, and most- those who suffer and love still. And those who love those who hate. Now I pray you: never confuse love for weakness. I have seen many turn wonder to refuse, let it not be us and our own. Kindness and niceness are only as good as they are true. Tempered words are better than honied, though the spirit is the law, and the law is not the spirit. A paradox, and a beauty unknown outside the spirit. As such: let it guide your judgement, for any else is idolatry.
I know too, that all flesh is fleeting.. so keep the faith whatever may come. Though we may pass, and our names be sullied or forgotten, our spirit is eternal, and you know not what purpose and good your life might do, though it meet untimely end. Steel yourself, and let loose that light, and warmth, that only eternity brings.
Ephesians 6
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Let not the Satan, the ruler of this earth, rule you.
Let us war in the spirit, what we surrender in the flesh- ceaseless.
From strength to strength, and everlasting to everlasting.
Amen and amen.
Your sister, Argali Dupont
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 28, 2020, 01:40:17 PM
2 Timothy Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. But beware of men: for they will deliver you up to the councils, and they will scourge you in their synagogues; And ye shall be brought before governors and kings for my sake, for a testimony against them and the Gentiles. But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall speak: for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak. For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father which speaketh in you.
Valleys of the Shadow of Death
Valleys of the Shadow of Death
What can be said to spark an ember? What force can squeeze water from a stone? Such things are impossible, and yet deftly understood in spirit. So are all works of the spirit. Only the violent and blind persecute and malign contrary belief. I have seen the masses celebrate and cheer those who accuse to death innocents of crimes they commit themselves. Let the hypocrite see their folly, and come into the light, and let them know mercy and grace- let them know your face LORD: Let them inherit awe.
Now we come to such trying times. I am blessed to come among the brethren you have set aside for me. They are a wonder and charge I hold dear, pray I am worthy of their company, and deliver us unto righteousness and never folly. Not one hair on our head is perfect, but exactly as you have counted, LORD. Let it please you; forsake us not. Set right our wrong, set straight our deviance, and temper our tempers- for they rage wildly! and threaten to break on any odd edge.
Strong have I seen your hand move among us, and keep us from peril, yet the black wind howls- from harrow and horizon. May we fear not, but for every word that issues from your mouth; that we may keep your ordinance fast, and bold. Lest we be found wanting at the coming of your glory. For yours is the way, the truth, and the life, and no other way leads to ought but destruction. For ever and wide have I wandered, but narrow is the path that leads to you, LORD: the beauty of the simple, the wonder of the infinite.
Amen, in honor of your son, and Jesus Christ name, LORD,
Amen.
Selah
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 09, 2021, 07:51:29 PM
CIRCA 776
A broken heart seldom ever heals. It is instead replaced with one of stone, so that it might never feel again:
But as the stream winds gentle and constant, let no stone be left unturned.
Maudlyn, Argali... that elf, sister, and daughter. She often had difficulties with farewells, one way or the other, they never came easy for her, and so she often said nothing at all, and drifted away like the odd leaf on the current that presently washed around her ankles. It was dark where she stood, and behind were the lights of the city she could never call home. So many lives had touched her, and she could only pray that what legacy she left behind was carried by spirit to such ends she couldn't dream. Ahead, was dark too, but some voice invisible bid her onward, forward, on that most tenuous of prospects-
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Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight.
What lies have I served from fear and shame. What solace is there in fantasy when reality is no longer. God keep us, forsake us not.
Love and life find your way.
Bring us home. Squeeze water from these stones. Find purpose in these bones.
Set fire to this altar, and may it never burn out.
What good is any without all.
Deliver us from such bondage, into the kingdom of heaven.
May we see you, may we know you, may we love you, as you have loved us.
Without fail.
Can they hear me? Are they real? Is this only a dream? Are we fated to fade away, to nothing, like we were never here, for any reason?
I leave these questions behind. Like leaves in autumn.
You know me, by the fruit of my works. I leave the rest to you, my heart...
My pride.
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Fare well.
Until we meet again.. Amen.
A broken heart seldom ever heals. It is instead replaced with one of stone, so that it might never feel again:
But as the stream winds gentle and constant, let no stone be left unturned.
Maudlyn, Argali... that elf, sister, and daughter. She often had difficulties with farewells, one way or the other, they never came easy for her, and so she often said nothing at all, and drifted away like the odd leaf on the current that presently washed around her ankles. It was dark where she stood, and behind were the lights of the city she could never call home. So many lives had touched her, and she could only pray that what legacy she left behind was carried by spirit to such ends she couldn't dream. Ahead, was dark too, but some voice invisible bid her onward, forward, on that most tenuous of prospects-
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Such strange eyes, which walked by faith, and not by sight.
Lion & Lamb
(https://i.postimg.cc/y6fDKj24/mein.jpg)What lies have I served from fear and shame. What solace is there in fantasy when reality is no longer. God keep us, forsake us not.
Love and life find your way.
Bring us home. Squeeze water from these stones. Find purpose in these bones.
Set fire to this altar, and may it never burn out.
What good is any without all.
Deliver us from such bondage, into the kingdom of heaven.
May we see you, may we know you, may we love you, as you have loved us.
Without fail.
Can they hear me? Are they real? Is this only a dream? Are we fated to fade away, to nothing, like we were never here, for any reason?
I leave these questions behind. Like leaves in autumn.
You know me, by the fruit of my works. I leave the rest to you, my heart...
My pride.
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Fare well.
Until we meet again.. Amen.
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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.
Claim your birthright, in Jesus name.
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.
Claim your birthright, in Jesus name.
Selah
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2021, 02:41:51 PM
Along the Old Road
If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses?
and if in the land of peace, wherein thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan?
A single voice bid her onward... back to where it all began. Where she found faith, and was tested by every briar and nettle along her way. Upon the river Svalich she journeyed, until arriving at those fated city gates, she found herself before the new Knight Commander of the Christ Church of Vallaki. Although they spoke at length, they were fast friends. Argali expressed her desire to lead a worship, and preach the gospel; and found a void missing in the absence of clergy, among the now largely militant chapter.
"A sword is only as good as the hand that wields it. I am not a pious man.." the Commander expressed, "We lack a heart here to remind us of our way."
Argali paused, "You would make me Reverend Mother?"
He smiled, "I have a good feeling about you; but before honor, comes duty. I always trust my instinct, but I do not know you. Will you help me in this?"
How rare, she thought, as a smile held them both captive. Kindred spirit.
The way of the wicked is as darkness: they know not at what they stumble.
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Through all the secret places, and all the sweeping glades,
I hope to see their faces, behind the sheets of jade.
What sweet and savor destiny, awaits those children bold,
Who born again, through folds of time, inherit the divine.
Come dance and play, and sing and shout!
For those within, and those without.
Time is drawing ever near, to face down all you fear,
awaiting at the end of life is all that you held dear.
Release- what holds.
Increase- what molds.
Too many words;
Too little deeds.
Set us all free;
birds and the trees;
out of the fire,
and into the breeze.
Ash to ashes and dusts to dust, we follow where we will.
So let it be, that what we find, at end of time, is home.
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She was finally home.
Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned. And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.
If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses?
and if in the land of peace, wherein thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan?
A single voice bid her onward... back to where it all began. Where she found faith, and was tested by every briar and nettle along her way. Upon the river Svalich she journeyed, until arriving at those fated city gates, she found herself before the new Knight Commander of the Christ Church of Vallaki. Although they spoke at length, they were fast friends. Argali expressed her desire to lead a worship, and preach the gospel; and found a void missing in the absence of clergy, among the now largely militant chapter.
"A sword is only as good as the hand that wields it. I am not a pious man.." the Commander expressed, "We lack a heart here to remind us of our way."
Argali paused, "You would make me Reverend Mother?"
He smiled, "I have a good feeling about you; but before honor, comes duty. I always trust my instinct, but I do not know you. Will you help me in this?"
How rare, she thought, as a smile held them both captive. Kindred spirit.
The way of the wicked is as darkness: they know not at what they stumble.
(https://biobreak.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/bright1.jpg?w=636&h=315)
Through all the secret places, and all the sweeping glades,
I hope to see their faces, behind the sheets of jade.
What sweet and savor destiny, awaits those children bold,
Who born again, through folds of time, inherit the divine.
Come dance and play, and sing and shout!
For those within, and those without.
Time is drawing ever near, to face down all you fear,
awaiting at the end of life is all that you held dear.
Release- what holds.
Increase- what molds.
Too many words;
Too little deeds.
Set us all free;
birds and the trees;
out of the fire,
and into the breeze.
Ash to ashes and dusts to dust, we follow where we will.
So let it be, that what we find, at end of time, is home.
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She was finally home.
Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned. And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 27, 2021, 12:11:02 AM
Styx & Bones
"Tomorrow"
"Tomorrow"
[The page is dominated by a sprawling, idyllic panorama of a fantastic city.]
But the future refused to change.
The light of the body is the eye:
if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.
But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness.
If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!
"Tomorrow"
"Tomorrow"
[The page is dominated by a sprawling, idyllic panorama of a fantastic city.]
But the future refused to change.
The light of the body is the eye:
if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.
But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness.
If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 06, 2021, 03:59:26 AM
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Avenge Me Swift!
Wherefore, the Idol Betrays My Spirit
Black and blue, and every hue
and every world between
Those twinkling skies, within your eyes,
I see them when I dream
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The little ones... How can I betray innocence?
Vanity... ignorance- these are far from innocence. If I am afforded some secret or insight, their blood is upon my hands should I forsake them. Let me not keep them.
The world is sick, and it has come to pass that those who are not, are seen as the afflicted. Your comforts: your bread and your circuses have taken what is yours by birth, yours by right. Your tooth, your nail, your very voice, now in service of those very architects who have made you a spectacle and a slave to their vice and ambition. Death is not the goal, such raises consciousness of the inevitable: Raising priesthoods and communion with what they seek to destroy. Corruption is the mean toward the end. When those who would oppose the dragon (that beast which exists but yet, does not), instead, serve it. Salting every field until when that death comes, the beauty of creation is spoiled, and the harvest is denied he who planted us.
Why? That is the nature of curse: those who betray God. Feast of vanity, until judgement come.
How do you fight a dragon (the one of which I speak)? It is no physical entity in form, therefore, there is no physical weapon against it. If you believe only what you see, then you will be slave to that which you do not. Do you understand? There are few who do.
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There are countless religions, throngs of gods, and idols, and every manner of magician: but there is only one word of prophecy that reveals and also conceals. There is only one that is as true as it ever was. A living word, from a living God. If it were not so... then how has it reached you now? If I lie, strike me dead, and if I live? Let it be in you.
All who love a lie hate this word, and me no different. Why should I bear this weight under such duress? Does this serve me? It serves HE who is in me, who has gone in search of those lost sheep. It serves you, though you may never know until the end. When you meet, face to face, and your life is laid bare. Where are the fruit of your labors? Where are the fields and vineyards and stables?
There will be weeping, and gnashing of teeth.
I have come in search of souls, and to set all spirits at variance.
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Blessed be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light;
Ai ren yalo!
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"Love is the law, and love.. is war."
Avenge Me Swift!
Wherefore, the Idol Betrays My Spirit
Black and blue, and every hue
and every world between
Those twinkling skies, within your eyes,
I see them when I dream
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The little ones... How can I betray innocence?
Vanity... ignorance- these are far from innocence. If I am afforded some secret or insight, their blood is upon my hands should I forsake them. Let me not keep them.
The world is sick, and it has come to pass that those who are not, are seen as the afflicted. Your comforts: your bread and your circuses have taken what is yours by birth, yours by right. Your tooth, your nail, your very voice, now in service of those very architects who have made you a spectacle and a slave to their vice and ambition. Death is not the goal, such raises consciousness of the inevitable: Raising priesthoods and communion with what they seek to destroy. Corruption is the mean toward the end. When those who would oppose the dragon (that beast which exists but yet, does not), instead, serve it. Salting every field until when that death comes, the beauty of creation is spoiled, and the harvest is denied he who planted us.
Why? That is the nature of curse: those who betray God. Feast of vanity, until judgement come.
How do you fight a dragon (the one of which I speak)? It is no physical entity in form, therefore, there is no physical weapon against it. If you believe only what you see, then you will be slave to that which you do not. Do you understand? There are few who do.
(https://www.fbcoverlover.com/maker/covers-images/download/hebrews-4-12-Facebook-Covers.jpg)
There are countless religions, throngs of gods, and idols, and every manner of magician: but there is only one word of prophecy that reveals and also conceals. There is only one that is as true as it ever was. A living word, from a living God. If it were not so... then how has it reached you now? If I lie, strike me dead, and if I live? Let it be in you.
All who love a lie hate this word, and me no different. Why should I bear this weight under such duress? Does this serve me? It serves HE who is in me, who has gone in search of those lost sheep. It serves you, though you may never know until the end. When you meet, face to face, and your life is laid bare. Where are the fruit of your labors? Where are the fields and vineyards and stables?
There will be weeping, and gnashing of teeth.
I have come in search of souls, and to set all spirits at variance.
(https://i.postimg.cc/05nzf1PN/the-lords-sword.jpg)
Blessed be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light;
Ai ren yalo!
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"Love is the law, and love.. is war."
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 21, 2021, 09:43:53 AM
Record of Gundar War
The history of Gundarak was largely lost on her, being a stranger in these lands, despite her decade of tenure. All she knew of them were as a conquered people, under the subjugation of the residing Barovians. While the Barovians had never proved particularly kind, they certainly had changed. Now from the shadows of history had a threat emerged... sending chaos and fear throughout the lowlands, and tremors to Vallaki. The tactics employed by the rebels suggested they were preparing for something particular. How many more would suffer at the hands of those who claimed to be any better than their oppressors?
Food stores razed. Families sundered. Monsters awaken. Future plundered.
The Black Army marched, and she could not look away.
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But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one.
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The history of Gundarak was largely lost on her, being a stranger in these lands, despite her decade of tenure. All she knew of them were as a conquered people, under the subjugation of the residing Barovians. While the Barovians had never proved particularly kind, they certainly had changed. Now from the shadows of history had a threat emerged... sending chaos and fear throughout the lowlands, and tremors to Vallaki. The tactics employed by the rebels suggested they were preparing for something particular. How many more would suffer at the hands of those who claimed to be any better than their oppressors?
Food stores razed. Families sundered. Monsters awaken. Future plundered.
The Black Army marched, and she could not look away.
(https://i.postimg.cc/q7trk92y/maudlynlights.gif)
But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 11, 2021, 12:46:50 AM
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Echovocation
But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman's hand... When I say unto the wicked, O wicked man, thou shalt surely die; if thou dost not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand.
Echovocation
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But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman's hand... When I say unto the wicked, O wicked man, thou shalt surely die; if thou dost not speak to warn the wicked from his way, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand.
Intermittent footfalls echoed down a dimly lit alleyway, as an obfuscated figure emerged at its terminus.
"You made it."
The figures gait staggered along, clutching at a sucking wound which accompanied her thin breath. She struck an imposing figure, and it was impossible to escape her furious gaze.
"Who are you?" She rasped.
The figure hitched off the wall and cracked his knuckles at length. "Don't you remember anything?" Something about him... There was something about his gaze, his tone- his face... It all seemed so distantly familiar. He smiled gently, an unmistakable empathy quenching whatever ember of fury remained in her.
"No.. I've forgotten." She looked around, but was soon reminded of her mortal condition. The anger that kept her erect, now lost, caused her to tremble and bow over buckled knees. She would have fallen if the man didn't catch her. She didn't recall him getting that close to begin with, but didn't bother, she was lost in a feverish riddle: who am I if not me?
There, at the terminus she emerged from, was her. She could see herself sitting slumped against the wall, with a young boy in her lap. Blood drenched a punched hole through her breastplate. She looked down and saw the same wound on herself.
"You did well, Maudlyn. Truly. There is nothing to be ashamed of anymore."
Tears burned, and welled in her eyes. She was beginning to remember. It felt like a dream, but somehow she knew that now she was woken from it, in the arms of an angel.
"Rise. You are not so dead as you think."
And behold, she stood aright and nothing was wrong. She breathed deep, but the tears wouldn't stop. She looked pitifully at the angel before her.
"What now?"
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The angel's eyes burned deep, and hot.
"We go to war."
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. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved. But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.
The angel's eyes burned deep, and hot.
"We go to war."
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. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved. But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on November 18, 2021, 04:44:04 AM
Where the Wind Goes
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows. Also I say unto you, Whosoever shall confess me before men, him shall the Son of man also confess before the angels of God: But he that denieth me before men shall be denied before the angels of God.
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows. Also I say unto you, Whosoever shall confess me before men, him shall the Son of man also confess before the angels of God: But he that denieth me before men shall be denied before the angels of God.
A young boy woke in his hovel in a sweat. All he could see was a single moment in the alley the elven knight was killed. Nothing else mattered to him--only her--and now she was gone. He wondered what it was all worth. What could anything mean or matter if such cruelty waited in fates wings. Such lofty notions and ideas were new to him, but plagued him into this ungodly hour. He sobbed until morning, doing his best to disappear into the darkness that kept him company.
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The morning came, and a weary resignation with it. Though sullen and distant, Pavel made the motions of his morning routine, with only one singular notion in mind. Was it only a dream? He had to see the sword. He had to hold it. It was all there was left. It was all he could carry, along with her rucksack he had yet to fully peruse. He almost felt guilty, but vowed he would honor whatever effects she had in her possession before the end. He didn't know what would happen to her body, but knew if he stayed to find out, they would take everything else from him as well. He had no choice.He attended his chores with a certain zeal and impatience, and when he left, it wasn't without notice, though the sky could fall and he would have been none the wiser.
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Away in his grotto, he marveled at the gleaming blade. He knew it was special, for so many reasons, and how could he ever forget? He killed a man with this very weapon. Though it was through his back, it was a grown man, and in defense of a woman! He still couldn't bring himself to be proud of the moment, as she still died in the end. He was no hero, he couldn't save her. He fought at tears again, and they splashed against the sword before he calmed himself with a runny sigh. The bag, he thought, distracting himself from another maudlin episode. He went to fetch it.(https://i.postimg.cc/SQH5dSHR/pavel0001.jpg)
Within were a number of effects. Packed potions, tinned rations, sacked golden coins... more then he had ever seen. However, the more he saw, the more he remembered what she had originally given him. The book. He frowned, finding no such thing within the rucksack. She had given him something specifically and he only cared about what he had taken instead. He felt guilty, miserable, but he distracted himself with the effects and baubles anyway. I can't even read, he thought, remembering his lie to miss Dupont. That is when he decided: I will become a knight, like she was. I will be exactly like her, but stronger. Or at least as strong. I will learn from her book and live by this sword, just like her. I will die by it too, and see her in elysium! Surely there is no other place she could be...
Pavel swung the sword around for a while until he grew tired, and then secreted it safely away with an old log, under a moss covering. Satisfied it was safe, he headed for home. He was determined to learn the contents of that book, though he was a stubborn child, and it would take him an eternity before he could decipher those words. The knight's spirit had emboldened him, and set in motion a series of events that would change not just young Pavel's life, but countless others who had yet to step from the darkness.
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Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts. Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God. Do ye think that the scripture saith in vain, The spirit that dwelleth in us lusteth to envy? But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble. Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded. Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up...
Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.
Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 13, 2021, 01:08:23 PM
Letters in the Mist
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Brethren, loved and lonely alike; for one is never far from the other!
I greet you with multitude of thanksgivings. I pray these words warm and move you to such lofty heights reserved for angelic choir and council. May you so gracefully reap what is immaculately sewn. In Christ name almighty. Blessed may we ever be through harrow and horizon. Amen & amen.
It has been many days since last I sent correspondence, and I joyously declare my pilgrimage brings me to places I have never dreamed, and souls set at every level of variance; For and against me both. Such challenges and endeavor has yielded me special revelations and certain insights. Though I have much to say, I hope to convey as much in so little. For what is art but depth in shallow strokes! Haha!
Firstly, to my betrothed, I have a personal aside for you, may its chastity be so kept and groomed as it ought to be! Know with celerity my heart is ever with you..
Next I apologize for my elven moods! I should better recognize how limited and precious our time is. It is not even a good excuse for me as I have ever been raised among human kinds! I'm a city elf! My confidence here is your understanding and patience, without which I would be lost. I pray that in my absence has not likewise been an absence in the gospel. Should it be so, I will box our Prelate forthright upon my coming. With haste and temerity! I will stand him on his head and plant him like a fruitless tree, before an axe find him in sorry dispositions! I am not even joking! I will breathe fire and you will die deaths. Know you not that our people perish for lack of knowledge? Is not our faith and substance rooted in prayer and practice? Or will we become hollow vessels--hypocrites--wanting like the 5 churches of Revelation? Let it never be so!
Hard words belie my true nature, and you know this. Toward these ends I advise you these three things:
1.) Christ is the way, truth, and life. Learn to see these things through his spirit. This is what it means to walk by faith, and not by sight. Know too that all who love this path will be persecuted BY the spirits of iniquity, the unclean spirits of legion that infest this world from beyond our mortal veil. Satan is the father of lies and author of confusion. So too are his children! By this will you know them. So it is written, and so I have found exactly. All who love the truth, will be persecuted by those who love a lie. Grow strong in your faith and our Lord God who will draw to you as you draw to him. This thing I know, for long and often have I strayed, but our Lord awaits me still, with growing presence as I keep better and faster his wisdom and commandments! Glory hallelujah!
2.) Love another like we are commanded. We war not against flesh and blood, but against principalities and spiritual wickedness in high places! If you hate one or another, you have become no better than them. Be blameless before God, but so too be equipped with every armor and ordinance! Cast not your pearls before swine! Should you be mocked, contested without cause or consideration, fear not the venom of serpents and sting of scorpions. Trample them underfoot in your passage! And when you have passed wipe the dust from under your feet. Stand strong and fast in these armaments and your sight will be unmatched. Humble yourselves too- be not haughty or arrogant, a zealot without the spirit of love, mercy, patience or kindness. Too often have I myself become a butcher among kin, self righteous rather than UNDERSTANDING of what measure was needed to meet with grace, and godliness.
3.) Pray. Pray before all things. Humble yourself before God, and honor him with your submission. Who else should we worship? A man? A woman? Ourselves? God forbid an idol or image. Let us establish our holy ley lines, and grow with devotion. For baptism is worthless if only a ritual of water. One must be reborn by water AND the spirit! If you believe only what you see, you will be a slave to that which you cannot. This I know.
Selah
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Finally, my beautiful babes and bastions in Christ! I will return. I will be passing through [REDACTED] by the time these letters are expected to arrive. I suspect to arrive no longer than the first month of the new year! Let it be a blessed union! Oh dear... reviewing this letter I fear my art can use some improvement! So much for the soul of wit. Alas. There are loftier things than the desire for accolades.
Should faith ever find you faint... still your thoughts, still your heart and very breath. Pray, and remember that when you do, we stand together in infinity.
-Maudlyn Argali Dupont
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 21, 2021, 12:26:26 PM
Star Sapphire
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A stoic yet startling pair of blue eyes adorned a bespectacled and somewhat mousey wizard of sheer blonde hair. She watched the resurrection of Argali Dupont. Silently the elf arose from that primordial pool. The wizard gave certain near imperceptible ticks in her assessment. Such matters weren't cheap. But the implications were always worse.
"What happened to you?"
Argali took her head. "I... don't know." She tried to recall, but not in vain.
"I find you dead? No thanks?" Her voice was soft, but there was a sharp barb in it. Argali knew it could administer poison. But she never needed to fear.
"Thank you, Medea."
"Shush."
And though she did, it was with a smile. Soon after she began to wonder. It was like waking from a dream. Here I am again. I never left. I was just having a bad dream. A dream that she couldn't remember, but filled her with such passions as must further be expressed.
"How did you find me?"
"You know how."
Argali clutched her amulet. An old gift. She remembered how the star sapphire used to shine so brilliantly. Now it was deep, and dormant.
The two old friends chatted and caught up over the evening as Argali reacclimated to living again. She watched Medea recant tales of her travels, and prospects the less practiced arch-magician between the two had not been privy to. Ah, she was a mere mortal, after all. The evening spurned into a golden epitome of holy union. They laughed and celebrated the occasion. They had not met in over a year. They conquered the peak together, let alone all manner of hellfire. It was truly and honestly, a beautiful day. She thanked God for it. Praying on her hands and knees and very head.
Medea said, "Yes, I remember your God, too. Still with axes and fires?"
"Not every tree is good for fruit."
Maudlyn and Medea parted with a hug, if only a little stiff from the suddenness. Medea watched Argali, adjusting her spectacles. "Be careful, Argali. What happened with you?"
Argali wondered. She could only recall flashes of violence. The splash and scent of hot blood. A child. A crown uncrowned.
Medea studied the elf in silence as she processed the fugue recollections...
"I forsook the congregation. I acted alone, and without council."
Medea was surprised. "What? You? No way." She was a good actor when she cared to be.
What an honor, Argali thought, as she set upon the road the following evening. She had people to see. And dark corners to pay visit. Much time had passed.
"My God deliver us from evil."
"Your kingdom come."
"This sword shall not be sheathed any longer."
"If you but command it I will lay waste to every man woman, child, and animal. But you have more grace. I am and have ever been a tool of someone elses expense. You have set me free. I will walk in this light wherever I go. I will cast out every unclean spirit and work of Satan. In the spirit of truth and beauty; whose name given is Christ, Almighty. Unto death greet us, God. I pray it is so. I pray it is Lord."
"Your kingdom come."
"This sword shall not be sheathed any longer."
"If you but command it I will lay waste to every man woman, child, and animal. But you have more grace. I am and have ever been a tool of someone elses expense. You have set me free. I will walk in this light wherever I go. I will cast out every unclean spirit and work of Satan. In the spirit of truth and beauty; whose name given is Christ, Almighty. Unto death greet us, God. I pray it is so. I pray it is Lord."
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When I met Medea... I was still lost. I had been pointed a star and left to follow it alone. The scars of my past were as literal as any metaphor I could cunningly concoct for you. Medea was different then too. More open. Time changed that, certainly, but it was so good to talk again. Too long had they not been on the same page. Not since those dark days. The matter of the vampire and his companion.... Everywhere she looked but ahead was darkness. She was headed for home.
This is the way.
The world was full of fighting.
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Now she was never alone.
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Now she was never alone.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 30, 2021, 01:44:30 AM
Sword Saint
[Various compositions of fragments of memories fill the page.]
[Various compositions of fragments of memories fill the page.]
I can still feel it somewhere out there. Through the endless mist and winding way. I can still feel them, beating here with me. Our legacy will outlive us.
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"There is no fight worth fighting that is worth fighting fair."
A vision of such strange eyes. "I will remember that."
A master at arms. "Its not enough to remember."
She blinked only once.
He smiled, and so did she.
"Engarde."
She fell back into a ready stance, the longsword held jutting forward like a boars tusk.
She knew these exchanges well, but she needed to learn how to flow with the information in a stressful environment. The Academy believed in training how you intend to fight. Death was a ritual. The essence of magical healing and resurrections oversaturated the student's lifeblood. They practically glowed strange colors and hues, and smelled like hash. There were funds at stake.
He engaged swiftly. Never breaking his stride; bounding with each one, like a gazzelle; majestic.
The elf tried to flow into movement with him, and bind and hinge- she liked to grab her dagger too. She was abidextrous, remarkable. She wasn't above comitting to a winning stroke, or even a gambit. She had gotten the better of him on certain exchanges. Slick, is the word. She was good. And so young. This poor child...
He feinted in and she bit just enough- her sword was off center and he seamlessly entered the sudden space. When her sword would intercept him he instead parried her outside as he leapt with a kick to side of her kneecap. Something tore as he bowled into her- she grit her teeth, slid sideways and kept her footing, so that when he bounded further in to try and trap her she instead rolled her head out, and was suddenly looming against an opening of his right flank.
Time stood still as she shifted her momentum into a two handed thrust at the apex of her shoulders and hips. A fine thrust. Her instructor threw his arms out and rolled the sword under his armpit only to press upon it from above as their swords just sparked- he ripped his sword up into the flesh under her jaw, breaking bone and ending somewhere in her sinuses. It was only there for a moment, as he brutally tore out a gout of blood, along with her to the floor. She couldn't get away from him, so consequently gargled, hacking up great globs of blood and bile. She started to cry, she hated to die; but she always loved waking up again.
The instructor felt a bite of pain and blood ooze from a cut made along the armpit of his gambeson. "A fine cut."
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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.
That was a lifetime ago. Yet she was still here.
This sword yet remained.
The art lived through her.
Benediction
My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.
The way leads ever onward.
For we are more than conquerors in Jesus Christ name- Almighty!
Deliver us from evil and give us our daily bread.
Thy kingdom come, your will be done; on earth, as it is in heaven.
Perfect justice come swiftly. Once and for all.
Mon sang pour les leurs, Dieu.
Amen and amen.
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.
Selah
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"There is no fight worth fighting that is worth fighting fair."
A vision of such strange eyes. "I will remember that."
A master at arms. "Its not enough to remember."
She blinked only once.
He smiled, and so did she.
"Engarde."
She fell back into a ready stance, the longsword held jutting forward like a boars tusk.
She knew these exchanges well, but she needed to learn how to flow with the information in a stressful environment. The Academy believed in training how you intend to fight. Death was a ritual. The essence of magical healing and resurrections oversaturated the student's lifeblood. They practically glowed strange colors and hues, and smelled like hash. There were funds at stake.
He engaged swiftly. Never breaking his stride; bounding with each one, like a gazzelle; majestic.
The elf tried to flow into movement with him, and bind and hinge- she liked to grab her dagger too. She was abidextrous, remarkable. She wasn't above comitting to a winning stroke, or even a gambit. She had gotten the better of him on certain exchanges. Slick, is the word. She was good. And so young. This poor child...
He feinted in and she bit just enough- her sword was off center and he seamlessly entered the sudden space. When her sword would intercept him he instead parried her outside as he leapt with a kick to side of her kneecap. Something tore as he bowled into her- she grit her teeth, slid sideways and kept her footing, so that when he bounded further in to try and trap her she instead rolled her head out, and was suddenly looming against an opening of his right flank.
Time stood still as she shifted her momentum into a two handed thrust at the apex of her shoulders and hips. A fine thrust. Her instructor threw his arms out and rolled the sword under his armpit only to press upon it from above as their swords just sparked- he ripped his sword up into the flesh under her jaw, breaking bone and ending somewhere in her sinuses. It was only there for a moment, as he brutally tore out a gout of blood, along with her to the floor. She couldn't get away from him, so consequently gargled, hacking up great globs of blood and bile. She started to cry, she hated to die; but she always loved waking up again.
The instructor felt a bite of pain and blood ooze from a cut made along the armpit of his gambeson. "A fine cut."
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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.
That was a lifetime ago. Yet she was still here.
This sword yet remained.
The art lived through her.
Benediction
My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.
The way leads ever onward.
For we are more than conquerors in Jesus Christ name- Almighty!
Deliver us from evil and give us our daily bread.
Thy kingdom come, your will be done; on earth, as it is in heaven.
Perfect justice come swiftly. Once and for all.
Mon sang pour les leurs, Dieu.
Amen and amen.
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.
Selah
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 31, 2021, 10:05:04 AM
Tears of Scarlet
Clear blue skies.
The Sun sets, and the Sun rises.
She took many lives that day. The proclivity of hubris.
It ended with the Seers life flashing before his eyes.
One false Messiah too many.
I can still see his wretched brow, and the horns that protruded it.
"Foolish fey! This path you cross is to destruction!"
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"What do you see now?"
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Many scars and much blood stained her skin.
She was a product of her environment. And had more power then she knew how to handle.
Now she stood at a misty crossroads, the keep of the Dyad as if from some dream. How long had she stayed there?
Over a decade?
What time is it?
There was much yet to attend.
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Thank God for this day.
The Sun sets, and the Sun rises.
She took many lives that day. The proclivity of hubris.
It ended with the Seers life flashing before his eyes.
One false Messiah too many.
I can still see his wretched brow, and the horns that protruded it.
"Foolish fey! This path you cross is to destruction!"
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"What do you see now?"
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Many scars and much blood stained her skin.
She was a product of her environment. And had more power then she knew how to handle.
Now she stood at a misty crossroads, the keep of the Dyad as if from some dream. How long had she stayed there?
Over a decade?
What time is it?
There was much yet to attend.
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Thank God for this day.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 20, 2022, 04:42:43 AM
Pathological
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Argali roused from her stupor to check if anything had arrived for her--it had been about a week now-- and in fact a letter did, just recently.
The envelope was sealed with a blotch of white wax bearing the stamp of a knight chessman superimposed over a cross. She opened the seal.
That evening, reverie was hard fought.
Elves did not dream... though she often wondered if in fact she simply never waked. Her life was but a dream.
There was no mention of her kind in that holy book. It travelled from countless cosmos to find itself upon the shores of her forgotten and forlorn realm.
And yet she believed it. Its prophecies did not fail.
They continue to this day and onward before her eyes.
And what strange eyes; that walked by faith, and not by sight.
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Armageddon was coming;
But first this Necropolis!
She prayed before setting out upon the way, once again.
*("Nail in my head" -lyric correction)
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She had places to be.
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Argali roused from her stupor to check if anything had arrived for her--it had been about a week now-- and in fact a letter did, just recently.
The envelope was sealed with a blotch of white wax bearing the stamp of a knight chessman superimposed over a cross. She opened the seal.
That evening, reverie was hard fought.
Elves did not dream... though she often wondered if in fact she simply never waked. Her life was but a dream.
There was no mention of her kind in that holy book. It travelled from countless cosmos to find itself upon the shores of her forgotten and forlorn realm.
And yet she believed it. Its prophecies did not fail.
They continue to this day and onward before her eyes.
And what strange eyes; that walked by faith, and not by sight.
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Armageddon was coming;
But first this Necropolis!
She prayed before setting out upon the way, once again.
*("Nail in my head" -lyric correction)
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She had places to be.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on February 25, 2022, 05:34:57 PM
Sojourner
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Her travels had taken her to far places, even between worlds, like so many she had known. That common bond aligned them to some innate understanding, or perhaps complete lack thereof... Argali settled into the warmth of home & hearth, dividing her artifacts. She set a candle at the window, beside her sword, and began writing her letters.
The first of much to come.
This was a cursed land, but hope still lived here. Despite the rows & legion of the graves of the hopeful,
the Order stood.
Her travels had taken her to far places, even between worlds, like so many she had known. That common bond aligned them to some innate understanding, or perhaps complete lack thereof... Argali settled into the warmth of home & hearth, dividing her artifacts. She set a candle at the window, beside her sword, and began writing her letters.
The first of much to come.
This was a cursed land, but hope still lived here. Despite the rows & legion of the graves of the hopeful,
the Order stood.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 19, 2022, 01:00:50 AM
...in the winding ways and permeating mists, you find yourself overlooking a worn wooden table. Upon it were but two fixtures, a book and lonely candle burning in the dark. The book was opened to a page where certain scripts were highlighted and glowing, whereas others were obfuscated and could only possibly be deciphered with effort.
Zechariah 11:17
Woe to the idol shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
Woe to the idol shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the Lord of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones.
And it shall come to pass, that in all the land, saith the Lord, two parts therein shall be cut off and die; but the third shall be left therein.
And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people: and they shall say, The Lord is my God.
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Argali stirred from reverie and rose in grace reserved for other beings. Her pupils dilatated, and the elf smiled as she considered the days. The phantom of a jubilant melancholy twinkled in her eyes. Such was the mystery of Maudlyn.
Argali stirred from reverie and rose in grace reserved for other beings. Her pupils dilatated, and the elf smiled as she considered the days. The phantom of a jubilant melancholy twinkled in her eyes. Such was the mystery of Maudlyn.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on March 25, 2022, 03:09:32 AM
The Loved and Lost
One morning upon her way, when the elf saw the sudden bloom- she noticed a season had passed, and a new had just begun. She could only then realize all that she had left behind her, and she wept with bitter tears of joy. To be free from the clutches of evil, and in her Gods amazing grace. The stones screamed out in silence, and the wind whispered her name...
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on April 27, 2022, 02:52:31 AM
Letters from Abroad
Dear brother...
Firstly, I apologize for my fey mood the past fort night, rendering me slow if even able to respond to most things. Perhaps the role I play I am ultimately... unfit for. I have returned to the prairie and come to find one of my charges dead and buried in my absence. Toman was... [it appears she returned to the letter later] ...and is no more. A part of me still trembles in grief, another wishes nothing but sleep. A melancholy and apathy has become me, though these letters fight in protest.
I'm sorry. I am so weak despite my posturing. Tears drown my dreams. I am no knight, I am a woman, and I am needed where I am. The children need me. No- we need each other. Forgive me Vandryn. I cannot answer the call of duty as Prior, and thus should suspend myself as such.
I pray the Lord of Hosts oversees what I have failed to, and instils in our church the wisdom I find gated behind grief. I love you all, though am fighting to love myself. I cannot heal like so many clerics, I cannot raise the dead, I can scarcely even raise my pen to this paper. My faith is not gone, and I even recognize the blessings all around me; to even be able to -attend- such melancholy without immediate destruction. Even so, I am fallen, and slow to rise. This is my shame. Forgive me.
My darkest hue, reserved for you...Maudlyn
//A parchment bearing the seal of a knight chessman over a cross, stamped in white wax, returns to Maudlyn:QuoteMy dear sister--
Forgive the delay in my response. Recent events have kept me from my parchments, though I don't wish to trouble you with that further.
My heart breaks to see such a burden resting on you. I can pray only that the Lord comforts and strengthens you to strive through it with grace. (I know he will.) You have my deepest sympathies--and all my prayers for your welfare and those close to you.
Having said that, don't trouble yourself with an apology. It's truly unnecessary! I firmly believe the Lord calls us to where he needs us. (As the scripture tells us, "And who is to say whether you have not been brought to the kingdom for such a time as this?") If you've been called to your present business, I trust that it's at his will and desire, and I have faith that he'll equip you to do his works there, just as you've done here.
Though I have yet to cross his path, Ser Lorick has returned and been able to take the mantle of prior. Rest assured that the Templars are well. Your family here will abide and await you here as we always have, and when you return, our souls will rejoice at your coming.
Furthermore, you are a knight, Maudlyn, and even if your time as prioress was short, it was a blessing nonetheless. Knighthood isn't a title or posturing. It's a matter of the heart and the spirit. For you to make the painful decision to leave your station here and return to where a great need existed speaks much of your heart and character. You have the knight's courage to choose a difficult path, a knight's duty to do what's needed, a knight's compassion to aid those in need, a knight's humility to send word to your brethren, and a knight's purity to feel and acknowledge this pain. You are--and ever will be--a knight of this temple, "divine gifts" or not, title or not, belief in whether you deserve it or not.
There are no apologies and no forgiveness needed. Between us, there is only faith, hope, and love--the greatest among them being love.
Until the joyous day when the Lord reunites our paths, stand fast and walk in the Light, sister. I remain, steadfastly and in love,
Your brother,
V. Carro
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 22, 2022, 03:07:26 AM
she was dreaming...
she had to be...
Was this judgement?
she had to be...
Was this judgement?
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There is a tempest twitching in her reverie.
A flash of an eye.
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She awoke, eyes wide- her heart a distant, dull thumping in a sea of electrical current.
She considered her purpose.
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She rose to prepare the supper.
A guest was arriving.
And it was strange aeons.
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There is a tempest twitching in her reverie.
A flash of an eye.
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She awoke, eyes wide- her heart a distant, dull thumping in a sea of electrical current.
She considered her purpose.
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She rose to prepare the supper.
A guest was arriving.
And it was strange aeons.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 23, 2022, 12:19:16 PM
Entry 1
There are some verses, and a drawing of a tree split down the middle...
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Deus Vult
Deus Vult
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on May 26, 2022, 06:30:18 AM
Entry 2
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 10, 2022, 04:10:37 AM
Entry 3
Toman
Haxx
Lord, thank You.
~scripture~
Selah
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Toman
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Haxx
Lord, thank You.
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~scripture~
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Selah
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Spoiler: show
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Encore.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 14, 2022, 08:14:30 PM
Entry 4
What they will never understand, is how this sword is not for myself. God forbid it. Let it be for anyone but me.
For the beauty of the sword was that all those who lived by it, must also die by it.
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Argali rose from her prayers, and exited stage left.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on June 15, 2022, 03:52:35 PM
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Queen of Swords
How could this be? How could she forget this one instance, this single thing.
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The image was so vivid and intricate. She could only marvel as the lost artifact revealed itself from its hidden fold, at the dawn of a new age.
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No.
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She flipped the tarot twirling, into the fire.
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Such dragons danced against the shadow of the consuming light.
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Lord have mercy...
How could this be? How could she forget this one instance, this single thing.
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The image was so vivid and intricate. She could only marvel as the lost artifact revealed itself from its hidden fold, at the dawn of a new age.
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No.
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She flipped the tarot twirling, into the fire.
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Such dragons danced against the shadow of the consuming light.
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Lord have mercy...
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 04, 2022, 12:57:50 PM
Entry 5
She couldn't escape the visions...
A past; not mine. A future; not mine.
Here is now.
Argali entered the city at her good pleasure and delivered her letters. She wrote many, these days.
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She couldn't escape the visions...
Behind the fields burned, and ahead the bells tolled.
A past; not mine. A future; not mine.
Here is now.
Argali entered the city at her good pleasure and delivered her letters. She wrote many, these days.
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Quote from: {The Book of Revelation} (Chapter 3:14-22)
And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write; These things saith the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the beginning of the creation of God;
I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth. Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked: I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see.
As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.
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Quote from: {The Book of 2 Timothy} (Chapter 4)
I charge thee therefore before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom;
Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all long suffering and doctrine. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.
But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry. 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.
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Behind the bells tolled, and ahead the fields burned.
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Lord tell me what the time is...
I see the prize, in all of their eyes...
And though I decapitate,
I pray it is never by hate.
Stay up late... Meditate...
Measure twice before you.. amputate.
All at peace, the hour late,
so I head down by the lake;
to wash the gore without a trace,
and be born clean, an endless fate...
I see the prize, in all of their eyes...
And though I decapitate,
I pray it is never by hate.
Stay up late... Meditate...
Measure twice before you.. amputate.
All at peace, the hour late,
so I head down by the lake;
to wash the gore without a trace,
and be born clean, an endless fate...
Quote from: {The Book of Revelation} (Chapter 4:1)
After this I looked up, and behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said,
Come up hither; and I will shew thee things which must be here-after.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 10, 2022, 01:47:17 PM
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Lady of the Lake
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Argali appreciated the stillness and silence of the wood surrounding her. The little lake afforded her a place of solitude, and privacy. It was here she baptised them. Ironic, she thought, with no less mirth. She could feel it clearly now, in how her abilities began to manifest and multiply in anything she put her hand. This place was holy.
Returning home, the elf sat at her desk, hunched casually over a cornucopia of letters, lyrics, and ley-lines of schematics that had been given her through angel dreams over the years; but now the puzzle she had been a faithful, blind servant of- (stumbling and bumping her head where she may... ) was now becoming clear. It was no longer a blind faith. It was measured, and sharp, and timed- She could see His hands: In everything: the hands of righteousness.
The Lord was returning, and she had much to prepare for the sake of faith, hope, and charity: For in them she waged war to abide.
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Quote from: {Matthew 3:10-12}
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.
She thought of how fragile the lie really was. The fear that kept it strong. She would assault its stronghold until there were ashes, whomever they may be. And from the ashes...
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Silence...(https://49.media.tumblr.com/7b241f3101b737d558631c20d48946c0/tumblr_mx0bb3sX8u1ro861co1_500.gif)
"Life."
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There were many she yet loved...
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 14, 2022, 07:45:59 PM
Full Circle
Maudlyn stood aside privately with Jacob, a young man, by all accounts. He kept much of the house in order, fixing what needed, and like with many- was enamored with the elven woman.
"Writing your letters and never receiving any back. Well..." he paused, "At least not from the one you waited on first."
"Second.. " she reminded, though he only nodded dully.
"The Lord comes first." She studied him presently, his shame hung to him like a heavy cloak. A frown touched her lips.
He only kept the letters, so that she would stay. Stay with the children, let alone the rest...
"I'm not mad. I'm relieved." She smiled to muted surprise. "I have already imagined the worst scenarios... and this is better than the present best I have imagined."
And truly it was, 4 letters in total from her betrothed.. the one above the rest was the most recent, it arrived a few days ago. They had been separated with no contact for nearly a year since their engagement. Being called abroad by those strange winds of life... but all along he had written her- only Jacob had hidden the letters, until now: He confessed all before her...
~a Bundle of Letters arrives, some are weathered, and some in more recent approach suggesting they werent sent as soon as written; each one has a wax seal that bore a cross with a gauntlet atop it~
(the first letter is quite wethered)
1:) My dear Betrothed, I leave with haste in this hour. Much has weighed upon me in recent, and I feel I need some time away, I'm sorry I've naut time to say goodbye Giving you away for but a moment is a tragedy to my heart, and this, face to face I can not bear. My duty calls upon my soul to wander the world, I need a deeper understanding of my place and how true God is with me. I must learn to be Humble once more, for my pride grows an ill smelling aura of it. I hope in such deprave manner I exude, you may show mercy on me and not harbor ill regard.
Love, Haxx Belfor
(this letters edges are slightly damaged and the paper is dried out and delicate)
2:) Sister in duty, keeper of my heart,
I write you this day and must start with apology to the infrequency of my commune. It seems ever since I asked you to be my eternal partner, We've not had nary a moment to truly be as such, almost seemingly avoiding each other more than naut. I don't mean to dally on the mire that is my state these last few weeks, but I wish to inform you I am still well and moving forward, and I wish to know how you've been. I know naut where The Light guides next, however you may leave letter for me at Nova Vassa for I intend to make stop there in future, however immediately the date is unknown. I must be honest, I yearn to see Him as you Do. It harkens on my heart to see how willing you are to drop everything at a hat and do His will and go where He needs you. I admit Jellousy. I wish you would yearn for me as such at times however Ill it is I know true. Things I must pay pennance for, however for you to know this of me, it must be so. I pray you do naut look down upon me, yet allow me to gain understanding for I am but a child to your wisdom and HIS. Untill I next see you, you are always in my mind, Like the warm little "Socks" everyone wishes they had in the winter.
(this letter seems rushed, the parchment is damaged and some words unreadable)
3:) Deares with the Ir_n Will and Ha_____
I've not had much atime to settle a m_ment and recollect one's eve___ to meaning. Many enemies surround me _owever Haven finds me where The __ght Guides.
I've come to ___ what you see, at least in some short essen__ however befuddled I can be in this _____. I yearn to kno__ the workings of the ___ and what you think of it. Keep out of Trouble, and look after __ot and Van___. Hopefully this Curse I bear can be lifted soon, and to your warm hearth I wish to ret___ to.
(this last letter seems quite recent, as if it was written well after the previous)
4:) My Dearest Argali,
I miss you Maudlyn, how are you? What wisdoms have been granted to you? I wonder at nights like this, if you stare at the moon as I do. It reminds me of the silver that pools in your eyes at night, and its Light reminds me of how you guided me in the Dark. I wish to return soon. The teachings garnered have humbled me, and I think I understand why you are so keen to leave my side for so long. I, can see the reverence and clarity that can be brought about when focusing entirely on God, and to be honest I think I lose some of that clarity in seeing you, but it is not because of you, it is because I was blind. I wish to see out and navigate how this world will work for us, if it does at all, and I am left with a greater understanding of why you are so passionate as you can be, as selfish as I was to be frustrated by such endeavors. I hope my absence in writing hasnt made you cold to me, and I hope you have the understanding that I hold of you in your Mission. There is nary a day I do not long to be by your side, and to explore the world and sharing His gifts with those who are deserving, I pray it is the same for you still. May He bless us and may we walk the path he has set 'fore us by his will. Amen
-H.B.
After pouring over those letters privately- she decided to leave shortly after, so moved was she. Maudlyn could not bear to wait for another letter to arrive. She had to see, first hand. She bade her farewells, and while there were many tears, and many more, when the sun came again it would be especially beautiful.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 24, 2022, 07:41:59 PM
Fellowship of the King
"A flame that burns so bright
To lighten the darkest night sky
Together we'll defeat them all
Tears of a thousand men
Marching to hell and back again
One battle the greatest of all"
To lighten the darkest night sky
Together we'll defeat them all
Tears of a thousand men
Marching to hell and back again
One battle the greatest of all"
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Reverie brought such visions- for what were dreams? She could only thank the Lord for what bountiful allowances were afforded her. Outright and forthwith she left Haxx with a kiss and a promise. There were many she had left unfulfilled.
For once I slept, but now I see...
Forgive my slumber, my folding of hands: No more.
O Lord deliver the captive. Arm me. Gird me. Set me loose among the heathen, the lost, and the anointed forevermore.
Set our fellowship from strength to strength, and everlasting to everlasting, that we be mighty and true. Just, and perfect in your ways. Not so much that we never make mistakes, but that we always have the anointing of humility to correct our ways, and align with the portal of Glory: Christ Almighty. Redeemer. Breaker of Chains. Prince of Peace.
As it is, there are many parts, yet one body.
Unbroken.
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Mon sang pour les leurs.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 28, 2022, 03:39:03 PM
Ever Bloom
She left her betrothed in the bed they shared that night... nothing had happened but, they had never shared one before. She left once her reverie subsumed- Haxx breathed warmly beside her, given to the necessity the human required of sleep. "Sleep..." she intoned, gently stroking his golden mane before composing some letters.
Quote
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Haxx awakes to a lonely room, only a lingering warmth and aroma accompany a note. It reads:
Beloved, I must leave you this morning before long. I am only mortal and temptations lie so eagerly beside me. Forgive me. I know you do. I love you. I will see you soon. God still my beating heart...
She collected herself in the southern wood, by the river Luna. Her heart beat but she was still. Some part of her wanted to run... some instinct, a hidden fear of ill intentions. But she could not deny her love. His handsome jaw. His gentle hand... subdued from what violence it held promise. She wanted him, but she had to.... ease in. Perhaps her elven acclimations. "I'm not as long lived"...he complained, but the tiniest pressure sent electric currents through her soul: The fact she wanted something so freely given scared her. Her heart had never been kind to her in these matters.
"You treacherous cur..."she whispered in mirth to herself, washing her features clean. Her heart took exception and finally quieted. She smiled at her rippling reflection and dressed to meet the day, and all who dared it.
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"If I should keep you in the small things, then I will in the large as well. Lest wise I am good for nothing. May my head ever, and swiftly, bow at the coming of the Lord. Who teaches my fingers to fight, and my hands for war. Keep my place beside you, and may I be judged righteously, by no less the measure I have meted unto others. Let me first cast out my own devil before I seek the head of another.
But now comes mettle. Now comes honor, for the Word is God, and truth before glory. You are its keeper, and we its heir. Deliver us God! Unto righteousness and eternal!
Amen. Amen."
She crossed her heart, and hoped to live- as she passed through the valley of the shadow of death.
"Amen."
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 31, 2022, 02:16:35 PM
Silent, His Story
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Emotions overwhelmed her, and demons swarmed her sight, coloring all she heard voracious hues. She wanted to fight them... to kill them, but she could not raise her hand to strike. Confusion gripped her tightly, and despite her heart, and even her very thoughts- she stayed her hand for the righteousness of the Lord. Only the Word kept her, while she wept and raged for all to see so bitterly. None could soothe her, and all betrayed her; she knew she was wrong, but could not quit the storm that followed her.
"The Lord is not the author of confusion... these thoughts- these emotions... where do they stem from?"
She was like a cornered animal, and fled to where animals may: to seclusion. Only after her bitter weepings through the unseen hours of the night did the storm pass... and then she could see what transpired. Never had she witnessed such a host of demons and angels war like they did now overhead. The angels ushered the demons out with a great tumult, and bloodshed.
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She was hurting people. She had almost killed her love... Only her prayers, fevered and fervent, had delivered her to this vantage. So much of her past was drowned in darkness, but she again began to see her childhood, stripped as it was from her by her father and the city; the shadows therein. The violence, the abuse, the trauma... the trauma... those old demons waiting in the crook of her smile, and the shadow of her eyes. She knew not what afflicted her, only that when it struck, there had never been recourse- but to kill or be killed. She had survived, but at what cost? The devil played her like an instrument for so many years... but now prophecy revealed, where her fury had yielded...
She could only replay the parting words she had for her betrothed, "Should the Lord will it, I pray you will cut off my head. Without remorse." Haxx could only smile bittersweet, "I can't promise that." She cursed him, he continued. "I would have remorse." And only then could the elf see how he fought to support her, how gentle he was despite his own suffering, but the storm still covered her then, so she left him with what heart she could- a broken smile.
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"I will love you with a love that is never ending..."
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 02, 2022, 01:24:11 PM
CIRCA 777
"Maudlyn Argali Dupont"
Queen of the Mountain
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"Maudlyn Argali Dupont"
Queen of the Mountain
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The storm had passed, and now she could see clearly: Haxx prepared the table before her. Angels warned her of the coming destruction. She told him she needed to be alone, and his wrath came quickly to the surface. There was no faith, hope, or charity: only accusations; insults (however cleverly concealed), and bitterness...
There was no mourning- as if something of value was lost- only anger, like something was owed. She could not abide in that spirit. He was double minded, unstable... and yet she loved him. She shed not one tear after he turned his back and stormed off, but she could scarcely smile. The Lord had spoken, and the prophecy proved true. She could see how he restrained himself, but still- what fruit were to be harvested by his yielding fury remained to be seen in season. For he did walk alone now, like she once more: to reap what was sown.
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"The way of love"
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought 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.
"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!"
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!"
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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.
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Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil, because I am good?
So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many are called, but few are chosen.
So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many are called, but few are chosen.
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Verily, verily, I say unto you, That ye shall weep and lament, but the world shall rejoice: and ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned into joy.
A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come: but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world. And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you.
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The soul that sinneth, it shall die.
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The soul that sinneth, it shall die.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 05, 2022, 01:05:47 AM
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The mouth of the just one will prepare itself for wisdom
And his tongue is telling a judgement
Blessed is the one who bears a temptation
Since after being tested, he will receive the crown of life
Lord, the source of good-heartedness
Lord, the divine fire, be gracious
Oh how holy, how serene, how benign
How beautiful is the virgin believed to be
Oh how holy, how serene, how benign
How beautiful, Oh lily of chastity
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 10, 2022, 03:54:11 PM
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Jacob, I write to thank you for your honesty. That is courage. I find myself amidst so much chaos here. There are greater things to attend than any flight of passion or melancholy. I can't stand to see what has befallen the people. I feel I may never return, at this rate. I love you all. I don't mean to cause alarm- I'm not afraid. I feel very strongly the Lord calling me for some great purpose I cannot fathom... but I have faith, all will be revealed in time. I pray you do too. Have faith... and if you don't, try. I know you better than that. In another life, I could see us too. You have more character than most I know. God bless you, and remember to bless your enemies too. You never know who might come to save you in the end. Haha. I count it all for a blessing, these trials I now face. I do them not foolishly, but with advisement, council, mediation, and prayer: to be as wise as a serpent, but as harmless as a dove; that our Father in the heaven of heavens might smile favorably upon us. And deliver our enemies into our hands should destiny prove so cruel.
If I should not write again.. I have fallen prey to a great evil. For no lesser thing can harm me. My life will not be spent in vanity. For the glory of God, in Jesus Christ name. Tell Tichy I said to stop. Tell Dann to speak up when he sings. Tell Anne "whats up?" when she replies tell her "Too slow." Tell Yoril to train harder. Its not a game out here.
I'll write again soon, before any GRAND ENDEAVORS. Be certain. Farewell, and God keep us safe and sound.
Deus VultMaudlyn
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 12, 2022, 09:13:20 PM
Between Two Mountains
[Found among Argali Dupont's remains]
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My favorite animal is the tiger... and often times I have considered myself akin to one, over all other beasts. I know I am more than a beast. However, I have considered myself, in turns: a lion, a lamb; a wolf, a sheep- an eagle, a dove- but foremost I see myself as a child of the Most High God. I do not consider many my friend (I know it is true), and less my family. So those closest always wound deepest. My brother Ivan returned today, and true to his name "Foebringer" he brought with him a mighty judgement.
No sooner had we confessed love and thanksgiving, solemn words of oaths and fellowship; Ivan Foebringer proved false... forsaking his words of obedience to Haxx's commands just prior. Haxx knew. He warned me, though he saw it closer than I until the moment Ivan's skull was crushed under the Tiger's paw... And though we hurried to restore his life- his body gave up the ghost. My brother is dead, abandoning his word in our hour of need... is this it? Is this Armageddon? To see an angel light before me, and be so immediately vanquished before my eyes. It is quickening. Something fast approaches.
Sometimes I forget my narrative. They cross. Forgive me. Ivan.. before the madness that claimed my brother... he asked me one thing which warmed my heart. He asked me to tell him of my history. I was glad to: soon. Soon we would gather and celebrate our reunion. Our fellowship. And now he is gone. I wanted to tell him so many things. How much he means to me... and now he is dead. Like that? It grieves me, but I will not forget that madness. I will not let it happen again if can help it. A duel. How stupid! A duel. Children of the Most High God do not duel...There is no fight worth fighting that is worth fighting fair.
It is true, a lion has pride, but we are more than a beast. Ivan forgot that fact. He could not remember how to be a child, and be humble, and open to the limitless wonder and majesty of creation. For it is written in the scriptures: the Lord resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto those who will humble themselves to that of a child. Ready and willing for every sign and wonder as discerned by that perfect spirit of God, made manifest by the loving worker of the living Word of prophecy.
For the Lord see's fit to hide these mysteries in parables, and works of art. That only those of a blessed and contrite spirit may understand the truth and wisdom that is hid from the rulers of this world.
So many now lie fallen before Armageddon, crying out for justice... so the marriage supper of the lamb is now prepared, for it is written: For the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband: else were your children unclean; but now are they holy. But if the unbelieving depart, let him depart. A brother or a sister is not under bondage in such cases: but God hath called us to peace.
Is my brother truly dead? Lord have mercy...
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 17, 2022, 11:40:56 AM
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[Posted primarily around the Vallaki municipality.]
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My sister is dead- at times I wonder if she ever lived...Diot Etheldred
I now tell you a hard truth because you are full of easy lies. All things may be forgiven but to blaspheme the Holy Ghost.
Give not what is holy unto dogs. Cast not your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot and turn again to rend you.
Like a dog returns to its vomit, a fool returns to their folly- You? Love? You don't know what that means. Never has a lie waxed more cold in my ears. We all went our separate ways, yet we all returned as One body; you never returned but to weary us with the filth of your fornications again and again, until your evil was full. I saw the filling of it from the beginning with Viccar- and recommended you not be knighted because of it. You were anyways, using your empty niceties and painted faces to seduce the saints of the Lord God. And now that our blood in your goblet is low you seek to fill it again?
Depart from me worker of iniquities! I never knew you! You give more attention to us now that your lusts might be satisfied in destroying our peace. What good work have you ever shown for this house?
If you love me, as my squire, as my sister; obey my commands: Surrender yourself to an institution whose members you have murdered with either your own two hands, or your disgusting negligence. Your love for evil has always been- you fulfil every sign- your feet are swift to run to mischief, and your hands eager for unrighteousness. Your eye is set on carnality, and your mouth breeds nothing but venom! You give nothing, and take and take and- no more! Depart from us or repent! There is no other way but the Christ (meaning messiah: the Way, the Truth, and the Life). None of us want anything to do with you now, the same way you wanted nothing to do with us while you tarnished our temple and hearts without ceasing.
Your soul is set for hell. Or will you live forever? I know it not but for this: we are finished with you. Your work is complete. The fruit of your labors are made manifest, and they are rotten to their core: for by the fruit, shall you know the tree. Lord have mercy upon you. I have difficulty not cursing you outright. We are finished. Any more is for the sake of the Lord who calls me, and not of my own good will; in this there is nothing but madness:
Fear not who kills but the body, but also the soul. For you this is a game; our hearts are still broken, but this spirit is everlasting. We will pick up the pieces and continue for the good work of the Lord, that our fruit may multiply as it is written.
A knight knows their enemy, and you were never a knight... only an errant.Dame Maudlyn Dupont
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 19, 2022, 02:36:10 PM
I cannot help but feel the need to write to you now. Soon I feel, I may never be able again. I love you...
My heart ... I can't finish it. I can't put it back together for a moment. It falls to pieces through my fingers. And now my tears hope to heal it- but how? The salt will lose its savor soon- and then will be good for nothing but to cast under the foot of these people. They seek to trample me. They encamp about me. Death hides in every corner. Though the houses are full, and furnished; they are empty. There is nothing for me anywhere. Their knives gleam and glisten and I go to pray- to fight these demons- but they remain. They camp about me. I am not afraid of not one, but they fear me greatly. Fools. How dare they... how can you fear me? Fools. They hate me.
I'm dreaming. Of course. I live in these words, but... no longer. I cannot live like this, and so- surely I will die. Forgive me. If... I cannot write again. I never lied concerning the Son of God. Never once, nor any I've passed His judgement upon. Forgive me. I am but His servant, and He my God. I only meant to love you, like Christ loves me. He died- but they learned; He lives still. He is beside me. [tears stain the parchment]
I don't know what I should add. I feel I can die any moment now, Lord have mercy. O deliver us from strength to strength, and everlasting to everlasting. Forsake not your elect- your chosen... the harvest is ripe for the taking, yet the laborers are few. Lord wake them, Wake them. WAKE THEM!
This is my dream. How dare you come here with your waking? YOUR JUDGEMENT.
THE LORD IS MY HIGH TOWER, MY DELIVERER, MY SWORD.
My WORD ever lasting.
Vengeance is MINE saith the Lord. Curse those who curse me, and bless me from their cursing; like with Abraham.
Lord... where is my tribe? Where are my promised people? I'm so alone here.
Jacob... to who much is given much is required. You are esteemed higher than even my betrothed. We are yet engaged, but I trust him not... he too holds against me. We both know it. This is my darkest moment, my brightest storm. I wonder if you will understand me at all. I love you, and I'm so sorry for what I have done to you. You know why. Forgive me please.
[tears crumple the parchment]
Maudlyn Argali Dupont.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 22, 2022, 11:28:37 AM
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The Cry of Silence
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 23, 2022, 02:43:37 PM
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Argali... [its apparent time passed before the writing resumed] Maudlyn, please come home. If you don't... I'm coming after you. And then you'll be in real trouble. We both will be. Come home now. We need you. Stop chasing butterflies. You can return when its time, but now its not the season. Please if you love us come home. I am praying. I am crying for you to come home. I can't tell them what you've told me, but soon they will know. What will I tell them then?
Please come home to us, we love you. We need you.
Argali means 'mountain goat' right? You always have a hard head. Stop chasing butterflies, we can appreciate them when its time. Okay? Come home now or I will personally kill you. You don't have to worry about anyone else, dumb ass. I get to call you that now, forever, until you come home.
I love you too, okay? And I always will. No matter what.
I'm dead serious, I learned from the best,Jacob
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 25, 2022, 04:20:04 AM
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I've managed to convince you things are so bad. They are not. You will come here and kill me? Thats a laughable offense. You shall not murder. It is as heavy a sin as the others, and it starts in the heart and thoughts. Forgive me Jacob, I was given to a fey mood. You know me. I cannot come home at this moment, for so many reasons. Trust me now as you did before. Your words gave me perspective I sorely craved, and so I see clearly again. I will spend time away- around my people, but otherwise to myself, prayers, and the will of God. He needs me here for your season. Do you understand? I trust you do.
I love you too, and all the rest as well. If I should lack, do remind me. Its not unwarranted.
I'll write again soon, I just need to settle in some. Please do not come out here or you're right- we're both going to get into trouble.
Attend the children in the meantime; your hands by all means should be full,Argali
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 25, 2022, 01:42:01 PM
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His mind raced with so many possibilities, but foremost he was upset. This elven woman comes into their lives, investing her life's allowance in what she called 'blood money' to make something more than an Orphanage- but a home for so many lost souls. The children loved her- everyone did. She walked around like she was queen, and the worst part was she was! Everyone knew it, she was the last too more often then not; so given to 'fey moods' and all manner of half wild and outlaw behavior. She came from a school of assassins, and had served the masters of her homecity for a forgotten length of time; A long time. Then she found the Christ God one day, hearing the words of a simple street preacher. That blossomed into what bloomed into her charity with the Orphanage... and now this miserable feeling of want and remorse.
Maybe I should take my own advice, about butterflies...
It was just so difficult when she was so beautiful, and not only in her grace, her mere presence was enough to make him question his existence. A light searching every corner of his depths- there was no escape. He would listen to her lessons, train with her when she allowed, and teach her some of his many chores... she was a loner, but... she loved everyone equally. It was almost too much. He felt resentment she would not give him more attention, and so he already knew he was wrong. He had at least that much sense. He may not be the brightest, but he remembered a lot of what she taught him over the years. It helped. As to his faith- he was learning; this was a test now. She wanted to know if he was serious, if he was listening. She would often harp about human 'short sightedness' and how she's seen our folly too many times. She could be so cruel- yet this weapon of her's was somehow attractive to him- especially in her care.
Iron sharpens iron... to live by the sword you must also die by the sword... the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword- the Word of God is the sword of Spirit.
Her riddles and mysteries... the scriptures and her stories... he sifted through a drawer of her writings even then, as he otherwise tidied her room. She wrote so many things, and most of it incomprehensible to himself, but still a lot was clear. She loved stories and poems, and music and art, and games... The notes were mostly so scattered, except the books- he couldn't understand the language of elves, but the books were beautiful even to behold... interspersed and interwoven with so much artistic license and aplomb...
"What are you doing?" The voice penetrated his reverie and he turned to see Tichy in the doorway, her eyes sharp and judging. "I'm--" Tichy interjected, "Reading Argali's spell?" Jacob exhaled sharply, closing the book and placing it back. "Yes- so be careful before I turn you into a worm." "Argali can't do that." Jacob grinned. "Just because she won't doesn't mean she can't. You know she told you to stop doing that." Tichy paused for a beat, "She'd approve now." Jacob sighed, "I don't think you understand." The girl entered the room now to peer at the closed drawer, then back to Jacob. "So what did she say?" Jacob considered a moment- it must be obvious when a letter arrived from the elf given his strange behaviors. Taking his time, Tichy allowed him, and he explained, "She... misses us a lot, and is going through some issues, but I think she's okay- she won't be back this winter." A shared silence. "Good thing she chopped all that wood." Jacob became annoyed as Tichy left, but sighed some- she wasn't wrong. It would be a cold winter after all.
As he turned to leave his heart caught in his chest, as Tichy stayed watching him- before disappearing around the doorway. Some fire flared within him, a rebellious and hungry fire. He entered the hall to look after where she had gone, to shadow, before turning away in defiance- but Tichy's spell would torment him yet... only a word gave him comfort then:
To who much is given, much is required. Resist temptation and you will be gifted the crown of life. Wherein the Holy Ghost will quicken you for the days to come. For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
"So be it."
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 28, 2022, 01:12:54 PM
[Addressed to Prelate Vandryn Carro, sealed with a unicorn signet]
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Greeting, I come in peace- hehe. I have decided it is best for me to spend some time in isolation, away from the Church. This is not due to any particular reason other than my own inability to focus on anything fruitful. I recognize I need this time to draw closer to God. It does not help that Haxx and I are separated, and being near him keeps my wound open, as he has never addressed me about it at all. It really hurts, but I understand- I've hurt him too. So now this is my penance. I am not so far, but I am not alone either. I am socializing at my own pace, and attending to the Lord's commands as best I am able.
I pray for our house, and that we keep each other in our hearts and prayers. If you should have need, you can reach me at Midway Haven. Its really beautiful here, and peaceful. At night, I like to climb the observatory and have the stars keep me company, along a book or even just my own musing!
Hehe- anyway... I miss you all and hope to find you better than I left you. Forgive my failings, as I seek to make right all my crooked ways.
Love,Maudlyn
//A parchment bearing Vandryn's seal--the knight chessman over a cross--in white wax arrives at Midway Haven for Maudlyn:
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Sister and esteemed lady--
Greetings. My thanks for sending word of your welfare and whereabouts. It troubles me to see you so troubled, but our Lord is merciful, and I have every confidence he will bear you through it.
I and the brethren will continue to pray for you. May we be reunited sooner rather than later, and may you have the peace and rest you need in the meantime. I will continue to do what I can to help Ser Haxx overcome the curse or illness that afflicts him. I fear, but I trust the he will receive the Lord's mercy and healing too.
Go with our love, and walk in the Light! I remain, in love,
Your brother,
V. Carro
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on August 31, 2022, 11:31:23 AM
A letter arrived for her at Midway, an invitation to a festival at Deganwy, a gathering of her kin. Her brethren would be there too. She wanted to go but she didn't want to go. Her heart felt faint. She knew if she went she would have a good time, but she felt vulnerable. She couldn't let them see her like this. Next time, there wouldn't be a next time... Next time, she would be the mountain only a prayer could move. Next time, a horse would ride before her; never given to these shadows that called her mind...
Argali bore her burning brand, Flame Tongue, in the midst of the winter air. Only her breath and brand steamed or showed any sign of life in the frigid terrain. She panted slow, controlled, and yet she had never exerted herself to a greater degree. Her heart raced in her chest- giving her flashes of doubt- I will faint, I will die, by heart will fail, but she resolved her will. If she must die, if she must faint, so be it. Her heart thundering, her breath even and calm, she broke into motion, her feet a blur as she fed and fought angles to a battered and dead tree. Slashing and aligning, thrusting and ducking. She savaged the husk and rattled the hollow, sending a terrified hare bounding from temperance...
Panting measuredly, she watched it race into the winter before smiling, wondering if she was so terrible for frightening the poor creature. She then examined the ruin of the tree before her, ashen and splintered and spent. It was a sign to move on, and let well enough alone. As she returned toward Midway Haven, she looked down the Old Svalich to consider her brethren, and the gathering of her--so far--removed kindred... remorse, and resolve followed her home.
"Ai ren yalo..." she breathed into the winter wind. There was work to do.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 09, 2022, 11:41:20 AM
Fey Devices
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"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care."
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "Solitude"
She fought at shadows that assailed and lingered in her mind. She knew somehow, instinctually, which were strangers, and which were personal. The illusion of her own mind creating a labyrinth the shadows would hide. The Labyrinth. She would find herself in strange places--burning brand in hand--following those dark halls. She must be free, none of these things who opposed her would stand, lest they be fallen. The irony of their unlife being the fear of losing it. Life blossoms, as observed in nature, and nothing bloomed in the labyrinth. The fire light of her sword let her see in ever dark corner.
Maudlyn sat in her chair, her tomb, her throne- within a nondescript room. A quill in hand she composed her letters. Her days passed in attack and repose; but in this was both. The enigma of art, and the truth of beauty. The elf quickened daily. Clarity and comfort calming the chaos of consciousness. The spirit of God dwelled on her now. She felt it come like many times before, its absence made it all the more spectacular. She was bidden to look at the candle that flickered by her window, which drew her attention to the full moon outside. As if portended a distant howl haunted her chamber.
The elf narrowed her eyes and hunched her aspect, before calming herself. This wrath had never served her faithfully; so what for it? She would strike from love, rather than hatred. How better to breach the heart? She reviewed her letters, smiling a little sympathetically, "I really do suck." she laughed, understanding: One must first become a fool before they may yet become wise. So rather than fret, or fight, she focused, and continued. The Lord favored her highly (for those who will profess Him before creation He will confess before the angels of heaven!), and she must not forget her duty. To bring light to every dark place of creation. To leave not one stone of the Labyrinth standing.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 15, 2022, 01:16:14 PM
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As the season changed she walked along those old paths, blooming anew with the verdant spring. Her period of isolation had yielded her much, but little in what she initially sought. The Lord (her God) was silent concerning her mystery: should she abandon this place forever? It tormented her, so she sought to tender her resignation from the temple personally, to end it.
No sooner was the head of her temple in sight, the pangs of remorse doubled. Still she sought his audience, which he readily supplied. She hadn't realized how conflicted she truly was until it came time to speak, so she poured her heart through the ample faucet of her tongue. The weight of the weeks worked their course, and Vandryn listened, and spoke, passing the dusk to dawn over the river Luna. "Is it safe to welcome you home now, sister?" and though she was slow to reply, she could only remember how they smiled. Warm like the glow of new horizons.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on September 27, 2022, 07:50:25 PM
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Brethren,
I've spent my years in service of faith to the Christ; yielding only whenever the convenience overpowered me; far too often. How can it be a mystery why my growth is so slow, why I teeter and totter like a child on such a plaything. It was never a game, I was only the victim of my own stubborn pride. Its so easy to be blind in self justification, so easy to be stiff necked when told one thing from my other. Far too easy to rebel and revel in the common muck along all the other beasts, for surely that is what most have become; satisfied in the fallen nature of this world. We are only passing through, but that knowledge is overshadowed by the wiles of Satan, the accuser, and father of lies and confusion.
While often I have thought myself different, and above such carnality, I was merely justifying my own vices, using theirs as a scapegoat for the very existence I loathed in myself. Apathy, melancholy, despondency- to shield myself from the wrath that would nevertheless store in my heart, poisoning what beauty might well spring forth in its season. I made myself a victim, and everyone else my persecutor. Its easier that way. I didn't need to take painful accountability, I didn't have to look at myself and see my flaws, no- I could instead paint everything black. So long as I could demonize them, I could ignore what I, myself, had become: Lost.
How can one of the faithful be lost? Like anyone else. While I would obey some commandments of the Lord, it was easy to ignore my shortcomings- especially pride. In my faith we are called, chiefly, to love our God above all else, and hold to His commandments -- should we fall short, then to stand again -- and second, to love our neighbors as we would ourselves; to pray for and love our enemies, though not to submit to them; instead leaving in good will when rejected, that any seed of light we may plant might not be spoiled with any mixture of darkness. For good seed will take in fertile ground, but be swallowed by weeds or barren waste. We are not called to judge which is which, only to be aware, and nevertheless stay the course of righteousness- and there is none in a half measure, only a slope to that great and yawning abyss of sin. For what we reap, is what we sow. By this stage I do not know what good I have done, only that it is some...
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Now I am called away. Another death has occurred at the farmstead, and I must tend the grief, which will be impossible if I leave any more than I can help behind. I want you to know that I'm not angry with you- or upset with you, though my heart grows heavy from my own failings. How I chose to waste so many years pining for your love and admiration, instead of fixing my face and flying right. Should I have done so long ago, then these tears couldn't find me now -- nevertheless -- they are not in vain, so allow me my mourning. Jacob, a young man, very dear to my heart, has been killed protecting another of my house. He died bravely, and I must attend to things now. The world is a hard place, but... it is made easier in knowing he was a good man, and surely at this rate, I will be a good woman, and we will meet in the heaven of heavens.
Before I depart, I will leave you some recent revelations the Lord has deemed fit to adorn me: Remember that the breath of God lay in every living thing's chest. God will work through creation, and rarely show His hand directly, but through proxy. Even the unbelievers. Treat each and every with respect, even should they hate you. Don't lose heart, like I have been guilty. Be humble, and patient, and kind; remembering that your attention is the highest form of generosity one can freely afford. If you have little patience, learn it, and practice it. Even should one prove an imbecile, you might glean some insight into their nature, or yet your own. That in place, flee from temptation. Do not entertain it at all, or your mettle will whittle, and you will fall.
Many will hate you, and persecute you once they cannot gain what they want from you, but anger and resentment is no revenge. It is only whetting an appetite for self-destruction. Forgive those who wrong you, and as mentioned before, love and pray for them, departing where you must. Meditate day and night on the doctrines and wisdom of our Lord, for that is the true source of our power; the Way, the Truth, and the Life: The living Word of God. Remember too not to be so stiff-necked in faith, if Christ is these three things, then we should strive to value them above all our preconceived notions. Just because someone doesn't know Christ's name, does not mean they are not Christ-like. In fact, they may prove the first to understand and come to the truth! Plant each seed dutifully, God will give the increase. As it is written.
While the unbelievers may derive magical powers from their gods, our God is the only one who breathes life and wisdom. Remember this when they pose and posture, they do so from ignorance or vanity. Do not hate them, but love them like I could not before. Perhaps some may learn yet. Be a fisher of mortals, for souls are on the line here. (I hear patience is the primary virtue of fishermen!)
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I have learned so much from you all, despite my best and worst efforts. I do love you, perhaps at times unrightly: desiring more of you here, or less of you there- but now unrepentantly, and full borne. Now I will require assistance, even if only in prayer. What I go to face are broken and fearful hearts, let alone a great black beast haunting the countryside- a werewolf, by all accounts... I do not fancy the prospects of facing this alone, if possible, and will not make the sin of forsaking our bonds of fellowship. You have never done me wrong beyond my own reckoning. If any of our Order of Templar can travel with me and remedy this beast, I will have you now with full heart. Should it prove impossible, I understand. I do not doubt your convictions, I only must depart at once. I will write you, and never forget you. I am busy making preparations, but will return one last time before departure, where anything else will be made clear.
Your sister, in love and burning tears,
Maudlyn
Spoiler: show
P.S. Don't believe the lies of the ruler of this world, that old Satan. We are only passing through here, until we return to where we belong: in paradise.
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on October 25, 2022, 01:01:41 AM
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Chapter 1
The Faerie Queen
An elven knight stands upon the worn thoroughfare of the Vistani camp, waiting for her vardo. The captain arrives punctually, as always, and she approaches, considering the letter she sent but moments before boarding for her destination: home.
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Firstly, I must apologize for never stopping by like I said I would. Another broken word. The truth is, I had not the heart to return even once more. I find that my misgivings toward our temple ran deeper than I anticipated, and instead of immediately writing to address them, I've had to rewrite this letter a number of times now. For, truly, how deep is my darkness?
No obstacle is worthy of an excuse. I am reminded of some verses in our holy bible which I refresh myself of: having painstakingly searched the scriptures for one key phrase, "let the dead bury their dead". I had to understand the context and meaning to these words from our Lord, Jesus Christ. Toward that end I've transcribed from Luke:9 a selection as follows:
46 Then there arose a reasoning among them, which of them should be greatest.
47 And Jesus, perceiving the thought of their heart, took a child, and set him by him,
48 And said unto them, Whosoever shall receive this child in my name receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me receiveth him that sent me: for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great.
49 And John answered and said, Master, we saw one casting out devils in thy name; and we forbad him, because he followeth not with us.
50 And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not: for he that is not against us is for us.
51 And it came to pass, when the time was come that he should be received up, he stedfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem,
52 And sent messengers before his face: and they went, and entered into a village of the Samaritans, to make ready for him.
53 And they did not receive him, because his face was as though he would go to Jerusalem.
54 And when his disciples James and John saw this, they said, Lord, wilt thou that we command fire to come down from heaven, and consume them, even as Elias did?
55 But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of.
56 For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them. And they went to another village.
57 And it came to pass, that, as they went in the way, a certain man said unto him, Lord, I will follow thee whithersoever thou goest.
58 And Jesus said unto him, Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.
59 And he said unto another, Follow me. But he said, Lord, suffer me first to go and bury my father.
60 Jesus said unto him, Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God.
61 And another also said, Lord, I will follow thee; but let me first go bid them farewell, which are at home at my house.
62 And Jesus said unto him, No man, having put his hand to the plough, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God.-
I think what he is saying here is, there is no excuse. Actions speak louder than words. There is no greater action than to preach the kingdom of God, here, and now. To be a light in the darkness we certainly inhabit. Too often do we put on hold what must be done. Due to this, or to that. The truth is I have much against the men of this house, our temple, and I have squabbled pettily over so many melodramas, playing the hypocrite. How am I any better if I cannot see the truth of us? We are all lost in darkness. Why blame you instead of show you with my actions? Instead I prove the inverse; I am no better, wallowing in self despair. Then shame will move me into regretting my actions instead of understanding them, and forgiving let alone myself, but anyone else. Loving them as we ought to. There is no principle, there is no example but what we make. We are all lost in darkness, and Christ is come to give us light- as in the kingdom to come.
I do love you, so I rebuke you, and call you to repentance alongside me. That we may set right all our crooked ways and be made perfect in the eyes of God. That our hearts be pure, and our intentions clean. That we pray for and deliver our enemies, suffering like good soldiers in Christ until our work is finished. That our righteousness be of the Lord, and our confidence solely in Him, and that we be not ashamed of the truth, or the lies of this world. That we break all the bindings and witchcraft set against us. That we be holy, yea, even like He who sends us! Our understanding is so little to that of God. We truly are like children, ransomed at a high price. I do not think we have finished suffering each other quite yet, and I am happy to be a menace to you- the ultimate brat. After all, we are called to be set apart from this world! Be of good cheer, the kingdom of God is at hand.
I'll keep you apprised of the situation here once I arrive. I've been informed that many now gather at the farmstead. Tichy's tale of what befell Jacob has stirred quite a commotion. Its believed this monster has been at large for decades, though rarely do any survivors leave a clue to its passing or methodology... Tichy describes it as a great black spider, that speaks through shadows- indeed, even beyond natural comprehension... she claims to have known it for as long as she can remember. Surely, some terrible curse! I send this before my departure. God speed. I love you all. Pray for us, please.
Your sister in Christ,Argali
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The elf stirs from her reverie, as her bible slips from her lap to bounce across the caravan floor. As she reaches for it, she keeps the page it fell upon, and reads:
"But now thus saith the LORD that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine."
As she marveled, from outside, the Vistani captain spoke, "Strange shapes in the mists, I understand they upset the dreams." Argali considered her lonely confines, to approach the portal to return her speech, "I don't dream, there's no worry." The rickety road was the only response. As she returned to her seat, the captain finally replied, "You sure seemed to be dreaming to me. Dreaming of dragons. I've seen stranger things in the mists; great masses trailing dreamers like you. I have an elixir that will ease your passing. Twenty wolf fang."
Argali moved to see him through a slot at the front of the caravan, his back was unmistakably to her. "Whats your name?" She asked. "Nemo." He smiled in profile, with a mouth full of golden teeth. And when she understood- she paid him at once; twenty-one wolf fangs. Even so he tried a coin against his teeth, until satisfied. "I am Argali." She smiled to his back.
They spoke occasionally for the remainder of the journey. Sharing stories, and hopes- and indeed- dreams.
Next://Chapter 2: Ticky Tichy Tuyo
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 12, 2022, 01:13:51 PM
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I have nobody left to write to. Its just you now. As its always been. Who? What? Why? I've lived my life trying to explain it. Only now do I no longer feel the need to. I trust you will believe me. That you will understand. That you loved me all along. I'm only beginning to learn what love is afterall.
I have lived my life so vicariously. I behaved as I was expected to. Whatever was convenient. It was easy for me most of the time, because I was clever. But lo and behold so nearsighted. Who can teach the measure of time but experience?
I was taught to kill, and before long I did. Each and every one who knew me I killed. Until you are all thats left. A slight, a spirit, a phantom- is all it took. And my blades were measured against you, until the kill. Lifeless corpses, as far as the eye can see. You still remain.
I'm sorry. I admit that. I'm sorry for my cowardice. I feel equally distraught in knowing you are no better. From one coward to another, your wages are certain. The wages of sin. I pray God delivers us. I have lived my life for vengeance, to find that it was all in vain- for the battle was already won. For vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. How perfect is creation? The very measure of faith is faith. To live according to the truth of His word, rather than the lie and delusion of this world.
For who will you fool if you live a lie? The Lord knows the heart, and nothing is hid from him...
For the wages of sin is death. Who will you fool?-And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up: That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.
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.
For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.
He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.
And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.
For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved.
But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.-
I know we are not friends, but I am charged with your blood on my hands. To tell you the truth of this world. It is passing away.. evil has already been defeated! We war not against flesh and blood, but against evil spirits in heavenly places. Wickedness and principalities. We war in the spirit, not the flesh. For unless you be born again into the spirit, you will be subject entirely to the flesh, which is born of sin.
Wake up unto righteousness, and live- or sleep in death until judgement comes. You choose, I can only warn you, though you may hate me so. I pray I never stop loving you... until it is finished.-
You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.
Wake up.
Who then shall we fear?
Post by: Mailbox-2100 on December 20, 2022, 09:34:57 AM
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Do not hold a curse from your brother against him. Excusing such times you curse him in your thoughts.
Vanity, everything is vanity. Therefore drink and be merry in your portion from the Lord. Wisdom increaseth sorrows. For good will overcome evil.
To day is the day that the Lord has made.
Vanity, everything is vanity. Therefore drink and be merry in your portion from the Lord. Wisdom increaseth sorrows. For good will overcome evil.
To day is the day that the Lord has made.
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on January 08, 2023, 11:01:23 PM
[Somewhere amidst a dream and a tragedy.]
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I dream of her, its true. Who could not? None who witness.
She's like a light in this dark place. Her absence is sorely felt, regardless of misgivings. What else feels like that? Holy. Pure. Maybe others don't see it like I do, and thats why she has trained me. Its worth remembering:
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- She did not let me use a physical sword before she explained to me what it was for, "It is sharp and divides even to the the asunder of joint and marrow, it is a discerner of the thoughts, and intents of the heart. The sword is the Word of God, and by its measure will you strike true."
- Once you understand measure, next comes tempo; let it be intuitive. Do not rush into traps or overextend. Know the tempo.
- Next comes mettle- this is where it became complicated. She explained mettle was effort as she beat me up- pretty much. I learned a lot. Its incredible how... powerful she is, and fluid. Like... dancing. Theres an art to it, but also... she's not human, thats for certain. Are all elves like this?
- Finally was faith. She explained how all things came in cycles, like night and day. The sun and the rain rises and falls on both the good and the evil. But God is always with us, and if we held fast in that belief, we could overcome any evil attack. Pain is the best teacher, but obedience is a better friend. Through it we can understand the truth of flesh, and the mystery of spirit.
Out of everything, though I don't remember the exact words, she said this,"I cannot give you peace,
Only a sword.
With such,
You may inherit peace by your own hand.
Who am I to know them? Who but you will know their work?
You must be gentle with this blade,
for it is perfect.
If good men are called to pray even for their enemies, then how much more so for their friends?
Lest we play the hypocrite. And woe to the hypocrite.
Where else than by the blood of innocence shall you judge in Truth,
Which is righteousness."
From my own recollections...
Swordsmanship is having perfect alignment, not only presently but... forever. It seems so impossible but... I'm seeing things myself now. I'm beginning to believe. I'm beginning to understand,Knight Hood
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Post by: Mailbox-2100 on July 10, 2023, 08:43:42 AM
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Orphan
Session 1
The Wind
The caravan ambled along the misty road, through ancient and serpentine ways. Presently an elven woman of strangely mismatched eyes and red hair, akin to the wild tangles of the passing woods, stared off in a presumed state of reverie- as was given to her elven kind. Sheathed in armor, she appeared as some fey knight. Her beauty was wreathed in melancholy, when it wasn't otherwise obscured by the hood of her fur cloak. Though the passage of time was nothing new to her, no less counted with great measure, what was a weeks travel at most felt like months- years- a lifetime.
The caravan creaked in progress, accompanied by the trod of burley oxen. From within the confines Argali sat juxtaposed in stasis. Despite her dull outward appearance, internally her mind swirled in a myriad of color. She was quite unlike her own kind, and yet, unlike the human-kind she was reared among. Indeed, she often felt like no-one at all- alien. Her only constant companion for the past decade was her faith, and even that she felt might betray her. Her ideals had won her few friends, though she didn't blame them entirely. She knew she was a troubled character. She didn't like to face her past, yet it seemed to stare and smile a rictus grin at all she admired. Her eyes closed then.
She recalled the many letters she had wrote, accusations and advice, hopes and dreams, and warnings of the color of evil. Her mouth twitched. She felt a deep seed of shame for... for what? For the smell- the scent- the reek of her weakness, and insecurities. Those things she could never define before they were surely detected by the very people she thought to save. Her fears and immaturity betrayed her, worse, she felt, than any man or beast ever could. This was pride, she decided, but it did little to alleviate the invisible and seemingly immortal sorrow it painted in her soul. For all her worth, the tax she imposed on others was meted with vengeance against herself, by herself. Wisdom increases sorrows, she reminded herself in the vein of her holy scriptures. Her eyes opened again, only now she was unmistakably aware.
This loathing... like poison in the wine of holy communion. This desire- the leaven of the bread of my body. When all the guests are left from my table, I am left alone to sup it. She trembled in impotent rage and rose with a violent motion. With no prey to purchase she steadied herself against the caravan portal with an armored gauntlet, staring long at the road behind as calm and shame again found her. From strength to strength, she thought, and everlasting to everlasting. Was this the best she was capable of? Had she come so far- dedicated herself to so much- to fall so hard? Surely, she was fallen. Was this all she could concern herself when now, the fruits of her labor called her home? The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few, she recanted. Dogma had become much of her sanity. Without the faith, however frail, she would break, and crumble again to nothing. And yet she shivered in the dust of the portal, the caravan wheels often slinging stones or mud behind its wake; some would invariably find her waiting to caress. The darkness beguiled even her keen elven senses. She knew that what was behind she would never return to- so instead she stared a final vigil. Before long, she abandoned that too, to seat herself again with the dignity she could muster.
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Again, she thought of home... where tragedy waited. For all her letters, she had received some in return. The latest had set current events into motion. Jacob, her squire, had been slain. She never considered him her squire until news of his death, but that he was. When she first met him, he was a full foot shorter, but had shot up like a mustard tree over a scant few years. He was the oldest orphan among the lot, and served as more of a caretaker than a charge. The headmistress- everyone- knew he was as bright as he was industrious. Before he learned odds and ends of this and that trade, he would help in more practical manners with everything and anything to the point it became expected of him. Argali's arrival didn't start that, it only accelerated it. Jacob took to the elf like most everyone at the orphanage. She came like a bird of prey, bringing money and excitement among the so many creatures of that place. At first she merely made a donation, and was invited to stay for as long as she cared to. So she did, quickly becoming as enamored of the children as they were of her. She told them stories, played their games, and innovated new ones all the time. More: she brought order to the rebellious youths and fostered a nurturing environment. Where once the drudgery of the day reigned supreme, Argali became queen.
Jacob was enamored at once- as were all of the boys. She was like a kid herself in so many regards, save her alien origin and preternatural ability. She was magic, there was no doubt, the stuff of dreams and legends- in the flesh, and more. She often spoke of her faith, and her Christ God who she praised to the fault of many. Despite whatever misgivings her religion may have garnered, she could not be denied. Apart from the mysterious attention she gave to the orphanage, she brought treasures too, singlehandedly funding the repair of the dilapidated house and its accompanying fixtures out on the fringe of the local town and forests. Sometimes suitors would come and lend hands, yet for all the joy she conjured, she left many a man cursing her bitterly. "Married to her God," they'd say, "A zealot- A lesbian-" others. A surprising few left peaceably, admirers, serving great benefit to the orphanage thereafter.
After two years of occupation, she had become a fixture, and the cornerstone of that place. The entire time, Jacob studied her, learned her lessons, and played her games. He took to her faith more than any other, not only in interest, but in understanding. Argali was proud of him, but was also aware of his growing sexual maturity. She didn't want to hurt him, or lead him astray, a point she drove home more than most could bear. Through seasons of mood, he always returned, and so he became a confidant of hers. She began to teach him to fight, predominantly with swords, but no less the art and theory like she was taught- only with patience befitting her lineage.
For all her mystery, she had but one thread tying her to her past there: her letters. She would incessantly write correspondence to deep within the Core. She admitted that while she belonged to a Order of Templar Knights, she never felt she truly belonged amongst them. Yet she kept apprised of their dealings, until such a time she may be needed to defend the faith. While that day would never come, Jacob, who handled the mail, sometimes received letters from a certain man who claimed to be engaged to the elf, a fact she seldom spoke of, and even then, with little vigor. Jacob felt that if she received those letters, she might leave, so he kept them from her a long time. When he finally cracked and delivered the bundle, his fears were founded when she announced she would be travelling to Vallaki to meet her fiancé once more.
Try as he might, Jacob resented her, but tried to keep busy with his duties. Instead, he began to receive many letters from the absent elf addressing a great many things. Some encouraging, many alarming. A great evil had arisen in the Core, and worse, Argali was vexed greatly. He had never suspected she could express such duress and anxiety, so he thought to travel to her, but she forbad it; seemingly only finding her voice when it came to commanding him. He couldn't protest... it never ended well with her, so he obeyed, like he was taught. Though Argali was away, Jacob had a duty to the others; he refused to fail them, and by extension, her. He loved her, and though seasons passed, he stayed busy, until...
One day Argali received a letter from the Headmistress. Instantly she was afraid, for the stout and tough woman could scarcely sign her own name; Jacob handled her accounts...
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Maudlyn, I'm sorry to say but Jacob got killed fighting a monster from the Deep Woods. Tichy was involved, but the story is strange. I feel like she's leaving parts out, what given her past and not. Hunters and constables have the reports, but no good information beyond what Tichy can tell them. She went alone into the woods at night, and a great black spider attacked them. She says Jacob followed her without her knowing. When pressed on it, she says she likes to visit the lake you like to pray and do your rituals at. She says its her special place, and, well, she's alright. She got away with some scrapes and bruises from running through the dark. Jacob held the thing at bay for her to run, but the men can't find any trace of him but for blood and battle. Its everywhere. He fought hard, the men say. They call him a hero, but between you and I, Maud, I wonder if it was a mistake to give him, for her. It may be horrible to you, but I'm only human, Maud. You know he was like a son for me. Tichy is a [the line has been heavily scrawled over] troubled girl. And I'm not the only one who says so. I dont know what you're into but the men have been keeping guard over us since then. Some only cause I can afford it on your account. Some I think just cause of you. Its a motley crew, and its devil days like you wrote some time back. Only here now too. They put a call out for some special hunters and knight sorts like yourself. Maybe if you arrive you can join them. They might could use your faerie charm.
We love you, Maud. We understand and don't hold you on account for not a thing. You done right for us beyond any measure I can pose you. Its devil days, and speaking for myself, I see more sense in your religion these days since some of the little ones, Anne, Yoril, in particular, been a blessing straight from your mouth, Maud. They talk like you and got more strength than me, it seems. "Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings you have perfected praise."
I think I'll get myself dunked when you come home, babe.
-Tara
Argali stared at the letter in her hands, she had read it countless times by now. Really, she was staring someplace through it all, when the caravan captain spoke from over the common din. "Strange shapes in the mists, I understand they upset the dreams." Argali considered her lonely confines. The captain hadn't spoken to her apart from camping and commencing, as was customary- often enough. She approached the forward slot to return her speech, "I don't dream, there's no worry." The rickety road was the only response. As she returned to her seat, the captain finally replied, "You sure seemed to be dreaming to me. Dreaming of dragons. I've seen stranger things in the mists; great masses trailing dreamers like you. I have an elixir that will ease your passing. Twenty wolf fang."
Argali stared at his back through the slot. "Whats your name?" She asked. "Nemo." He smiled in profile, with a mouth full of golden teeth. She narrowed her eyes over him indignantly, he feigned offence so poorly she couldn't help but chuckle. "Tell you what, elv- you stop dreaming, I'll stop caring." That gave her pause. "We'll never make it at this rate." She considered his words before replying, "Its poor custom to drink stranger's brews on the road, don't you think?" Nemo nodded his head along, before regarding her once more. "If that were my intent, I could poison you a lot of other ways, elv-" "Argali," she replied. He turned to look at her more fully and squint a modicum, before turning back ahead to serendipitously navigate a rough patch.
"Listen, Argali. Either you take the brew, or you stop dreaming. I don't get many elvs, and none with eyes like yours. I've seen everything these mists have to offer, and more, and I know you're causing this patch of wyrd- worst yet I've seen. Usually passes in a few hours." The din filled the empty air before he answered her unspoken question, "Its been three days, and I'm a little lost myself by now." He turned sharply, a pointed look, "A little." There was no humor there, but an unmistakable note of concern. "Stop the caravan," she said. Nemo turned back ahead, shrugged, and obliged.
Argali dismounted the portal through the back in her full harness, observing the edge of the woods; as impenetrable as ever. She moved toward the front and hoisted herself up with a preternatural motion. Nemo merely watched her as the caravan rocked and the oxen snorted in protest. "Rude," he proclaimed. "Sorry," she collected herself beside him, watching him meaningfully, "Show me." Nemo took his reins and started back on the road, Argali beside him. She broke the din, "You say... strange things in the mist? Dragons?" Nemo nodded, "Maybe you'll see. Its not all who can."
Over the course of a few hours, she indeed saw nothing, but felt a creeping, implacable anxiety; shivers down her spine. "There." Nemo pointed, there was nothing, but Nemo stared at the gloom over the woods. "You don't see it, do you?" Argali shook her head, vexed, "No... No I don't." She seemed disappointed, then jolted upright like she was struck by lightning, causing Nemo the laziest alarm, his eyebrows arching upward toward their center. He followed her gaze, to a cherry blossom tree along the path, and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Stop the caravan!" she cried.
Nemo seemed tired, "This is the third time we've passed here, Argali." She was trembling, though her eyes were bright and attentive; for once, lending Nemo pause. Argali looked to him and smiled, despite her tremor. "I believe you, Nemo... don't worry, I'll settle it." Nemo fixed his brow a touch incredulously, but simply shrugged and leaned back, crossing his arms. "This time you show me," he managed as she dismounted and approached the cherry blossom. Despite the gloom, the tree retained a vibrance and floral beauty. Argali stood before it, but glanced back once to Nemo, who watched with a nominal turn of his head. He looked both at once bored, and intrigued; like his entire veneer was a costume he was no longer comfortable in.
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Argali made a warding gesture, touching her hand from her forehead to her chest, then crossing from the left of her chest to the right. No sooner was the motion accomplished she kneeled under the boughs in prayer. "Lord, forgive me my sins, my trembling heart. For the spirit you have ever vested in me is of power and sound mind. My faith has been faint, but forsake me not. The more I seek, the more I find. The fever of fear has taken me far from you, but you remind me... your love cannot be taken from me. I have tread these roads, up and down, and now in circles- but narrow is the gate that keeps you. I pray we may walk it once more, and depart nevermore. Fill me with your holy ghost, that no shadow may stand against your purpose. For now Destiny awaits your perfect timing," she reached to unsheathe a sword at her hip, from among a pair, "may no man, beast, or unclean spirit keep me from it. I have tarried and lagged, I have stumbled and fallen; now I kneel, and soon I will stand again. My sorrows are without measure. You know the depths of me. Search my heart and steel my mettle. I have dreamed of death," she lowered the sword, and rose her gaze, "now may I walk the path of life, forevermore. May I abide in faith, and hope, and charity. May I forgive as you forgive me. May you reach them Lord, and soften their hearts. And instill in them a taste of eternity as I have tasted, that they may never thirst, or hunger again. May you feed the hungry, clothe the poor, and heal the sick. May our flesh fail, and your Word endure, forever. May you make us fishers of men, and keepers of your commandments. May lies consume my heart no longer. May this illusion be cast down! And sundered! And from the ruin your temple arise in a mighty shout. Keep us now and forever, humble, righteous, and true. Holy as you are, and perfect in your sight. Now comes fire, and blood. For vengeance is yours, Lord. You will repay. Your Word does not change. May your angels give witness, and your children sing glory, hosanna! For you are our God." She crossed herself like when she began, "Deliver us from strength to strength, and everlasting to everlasting. By the blood and body of Christ. May we return home, heirs and inheritors of your kingdom. Amen."
When she rose, she turned to watch Nemo, and her face was both at once fierce, and unnaturally tranquil, with the subtlest hint of joy. Nemo stared quietly, his arms folded, he turned his head to observe the mists, but simply clucked his tongue. "Alright." As Argali approached he indicated her hands, "Still need that sword?" She sheathed it, then rejoined him at his purchase, and they continued along the way.
"Sure you don't want that brew?" Now Argali clucked her tongue, then laughed. Try as he might to deny it, Nemo smiled.
~Next//Session 2: Ticky Tichy Tuyo
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