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Carnac...

A planet with 2 breeds. 2 everlasting warring races. The gods played their mighty and pathetic games them. Giving more and more power to both the humans and karusians together. The gods becoming more and more involved in final epic battles. Unleashing their power to this once so beautiful world. Destroying everything they once made. Trying to control everything. Using humans and karusians to show who is stronger. Playing with them like useless chess pieces. Giving all of their energy and attention to those epic wars.

BUT... They forgot.. There was more..

In the deep dark citadels of the once mighty barbarian city Hellsgarem a new power rose. The once proud and light city was torched by their own inhabitants. It was dead. And a dead kingdom is what it became. With a fierce ruler. A ruler who became a myth. A blur. A whisper. "He Whose Name Must Never be Spoken". But to even imagine what he could be, what powers he has, what pervert thoughts were in his mind.. We have to go back in time. Back to before the knights were cursed with the black blood. Back to the dawn of El Morad...

Pathos

As we all know the Pathos Cypher entity disturbed the natural life force of Carnac. And with Akara and Logos retreated in their own despair, the Pathos Cypher being began to create changes. Without him knowing, for all he wanted was the attention of his people. He was the only god mankind would worship. And he was drowning in it, swimming in it, but not fully able to control it. Carnac lost his glance, new creatures started to multiply. And that ended with the loss of the mighty Hellsgarem, the white city of Ardream, Buegrant with its ports and ships of steel, Planisad famous for magnificent harvests and Brisbia the center of commerce. All of the remaining humans fled to El Morad. Leaving nothing behind.

Nothing?? Nothing but a small group of believers in the capital Hellsgarem. A small group of barbarians who kept believing in the return of the true god, the one god, the god that brought darkness in to the world. Pathos! But their wait was without hope. Pathos had been destroyed, and his energy returned to Carnac. After years of praying, suffering and being on the edge of starvation. One of the highpriests of this cult made a plan.. A sick and perverted plan to draw the life of Carnac itself to Hellsgarem, to shape and recreate his beloved god. They forged a enormous gemstone, a stone that would be keeper of life. A stone that would drain al life no longer needed in this world. And with mankind on the edge of extinction, with so many death, the undead energy washed its way to the dungeons of Hellsgarem. It flow like a river wild! And the gemstone started filling up rapidly.

But where powers grows.. It corrupts.. And it started corrupting the mind of the highpriest.. He started hearing voices, whispers, calling him, forcing him to spend as much time as possible near the stone. In the beginning he came up with excuses to be near it. He started lying, and started demolishing those who would not listen to his demands. He started to think the gem was made for him. For he was the highpriest!! The right hand of the god Pathos himself. Pathos? A god? A dead god!! A god who didn't even came to back to Carnac with so much energy waiting for him in the gem. For him?? For Pathos?? Pathos did not need it. It was his!! For he was the highpriest!! He was the one that created this gem!! He was the true owner of these powers, this energy!! And he cleared his mind and made contact with the gem. Made contact with the twisted mind that had evolved inside this gem and started to distract energy from the gem.

Krowaz

The high council saw him change. Saw him taking energy from the gem. Saw him talking to it. Worshiping it, it corrupted him! He was taken prison, but not even that was enough to stop him. He became insane when he couldn't see his precious (LOTR), became outrageous when he couldn't communicate with it. They decided to sacrifice him. To end his miserable life. And to let his powers wash back to the gem.

They made their biggest mistake.... They created... They...

They tied him on to the altar and started their sacred rituals. When the moon would be right on top of the temple, fully illuminating the gem, they would pierce a blessed dagger through his heart and end it all. The monk was ready to stab it, to end his life. To give back to stolen energy. Drums were rolling like thunder, the priests were dancing, screaming, they were in a state of trance. There was a silence, the moon rose to its highest position. He stabbed!!

KLING!!!!

The dagger bounced from the highpriest his body, it felt on the ground. The council was shocked and did not know what happen. The insane man on the altar started vibrating, moving, his chains breaking, a sinister laugh escaped his mouth.. Rumbling, shaking, breaking, hell set lose on Hellsgarem. The gem that was in front of him started to change color, it became green, it rose up from its foothold, starting spinning, faster and faster. With a huge "BANG" it exploded in to a thousand needles. The needles got projected to the man on the altar, still laughing, screaming in agony now. The gem injected him! Skinning his mortal body, tearing his body to part, ripping the flesh from its bones, leaving nothing behind than a screaming and laughing skeleton!!

It became dark again. There was silence. All of the monks lay down on the floor, trembling in fear. Was it over? The flash of a knife, lighted by the moonlight on the edge of it. A scream, a blur sound of something falling. A disgusting sound of something eating. A flash of light!! The man on the altar was gone and so was the gem. One single monk stood in the middle of all of them. A dead corpse close to his feet on the floor. He started laughing and rose his head. Green light came from his eyes.

"Kneel!!! For I am here!! For years you have gathered the energy needed to bring me to this world. To let me travel from my realm to this world!! Only one of your people was smart enough to realize what you had created!! He is with me now!! As are all the other soles!! They are mine!! And I want more!! Spread the word!! Spread the fear!! Rise my brothers, rise and join me!! FOR I AM KROWAZ!!! The god of DEATH!!"

With a single move from his hands he gave the high council the same torture he had. He ruptured the fresh meat from their bodies. Creating a lifeform he controlled and understood, a non living being. The UNDEAD!! And first steps to overtaking this world were made.....

Krowaz is on the lose...

Silk of Heaven

It has been told many times.. Old medicineman have been telling it for years.. Telling the myth around the campfires.. Old woman singing about it.. Little children getting tutored about it...

There is a tale of a prophecy.. A prophecy about a girl who will bring peace a step closer.. Who would joy the world.. She will be a gift from heaven and will be soft as silk...

It is not only war on this ruptured planet. There are small victory's toward peace and understanding. A small victory on what Akara and Logos had created. It is called love....

Weapons clashed.. Another harsh and cruel battle.. And for what?? To gain a strategic point what they will lose again tomorrow?? Hundreds of soldiers battled each other.. The river of blood washing its way trough the valley. They were fighting for more than a day now. Wouldn't stop for the night. Mortally wounded soldiers wouldn't give up. They kept fighting, finding a new victim after the other.
When the sun came up, only several were left, all of their comrades had died. Died for another so called higher purpose. The last warriors of both nations gathers and started their final battle. Grushna'an, the mighty karuswarrior gathered his last strength and jumped in. Jana'el, one of the skilled priests the El Morad nation had drew the last pieces of energy from out her body and prepared for one last fight. Both of them clashed, 2 enormous powers facing each other. Fighting, praying for the inevitable, trying to find new energy to overcome this last thread. Their mighty weapons clashed and it became dark.....
A field full of soldiers.. No survivors.. No victory.. The only victory that was held here, was the victory of the Death God...

Grushna woke up, his body screaming in pain with every move he made. Did he survive?? He couldn't believe it, the smell of death was all around him, yet he survived?? He heard a woman mumbling, having tremendous pain. He wasn't the only one that made it. Where was she? Is she a Tuarek?? He started to look around and found that El Morad woman he faced as the last standing warrior. Did she survive?? Did that pig survive?? That scum, that tried to suppress him for years now?? Filthy El Morad!! To hell with them.. He took his sword and stumbled towards her. She was bleeding, in shock, wounds everywhere, and still, she wouldnt give up. Looking down on her body he felt some respect for this warrior. She was the last one and a damn strong one. To survive such a battle you must have great power and will. Should he kill her?? Kill her without honor? Without a fair battle?

Jana opened her eyes and saw a small campfire, her body felt as if it was tortured between 2 huge rocks, everything hurted. Where was she? Who made that campfire? And who took care of her wounds. She looked up and saw his face. A TUAREK!! No!! He will kill her.

Do not fear El Morad, for I will not kill you. It was that mighty warrior she faced at the end of the battle. Was he the one that saved her?? Could this be?? She fainted again and fell in a deep sleep.

Groshna started taking care of her, cleaning her wounds, using his knowledge of the wild to use herbals and made bandages to heal her, and himself. They started talking, at first with hate and the conversations weren't too long. After a while with respect and they started to learn from each other, learn about childhood, about the storys they have heard, about the fights they battled. Only one thing kept unspoken..... When would they face each other again???

After many days, Jana decided that it was time to face each other again, in honor this time, and both at their full strength. Even tho this Tuarek healed her, took care of her. Groshna hated it, but she was an El Morad!! She had to be killed. At dawn they met and both decided to let the other one make the first move. At noon they still stood there, nothing happened. At midnight they both gave up. They could not kill each other........
That night.. A small step to peace was made. They both sat at the campfire again, staring towards the sky, not talking. They looked at each other, peacefully, not knowing what to say... She drowned in his eyes, the eyes of a true warrior. He drowned in hers, the eyes a woman that understood him. They fell in love.... A Tuarek and an El Morad....

You got some sick imagination Ranzo :P

Well done once again! :)

Marti.. THNX :P

Valentine soon.. :P A small hint: link to the hint

Wow nice one :P

You know what im up to?? :P

“Look at that, they did it, who would ever imagined that one of your people would find the love and peace with an El Morad” Logos looked down upon 2 figures, walking through the woods. They were close to Moradon, the biggest tradecenter on this world. She was a beautiful woman close to giving birth the a most unusual child. The god of creation had created much, but this was something way beyond his powers.
Akara smiled and cleared the road in front of them; those 2 would not face any problems on their journey to Moradon. Wild beasts and monsters were chased away; everything had to move for this happening.

Akara and Logos, always in war with eachother, yet this time they made a small peace. They were tired of the endless war and enjoyed these rarely moments of peace. For something was about to happen. Something Logos and she never expected. And they both wonder how it could have happened, but even more, what would happen next.

Akara send word to Kaishan that he had to make preparations for a big festival. A festival not seen in ages, for something special was about to happen. She declared that on the 14 of February something special would happen, but what? Akara smiled and turned her back on him, “She will be a gift of heaven, and her skin will be soft as silk”. Kaishan frowned; he too had heard the story, the myth, about a little girl. A little girl grown in the belly of an El Morad, but given life by a Tuarek!! Could it really be true??

The rumor spread fast, the child was about to be born…. Who are the parents?? What will she look like?? Is she the child of a peasant, of a great count?? Who could they be??

Weavers started creating the finest and best ropes they ever made, Heppa and his smites started to create a beautiful and magnificent armor for the father. The jewel crafters made the best and highest quality jewels ever seen on this planet for the mother. Every citizen of Moradon did everything the could to make sure this would be the best event in years. But above all, to make sure the child would be born and raised with the best of the best. People started to make preparations for the festival, everyone helped, made cake, hunted the biggest wild animals, brew the best and finest beer.

The 2 came closer and closer to Moradon, “She won’t hold much longer”, they have to hurry. Logos descended to the planet and showed himself to the 2 strangers. Before he could even speak, the Tuarek warrior drew his weapon and pointed it at him. Akara became visible next to Logos and the Tuarek was shocked. The 2 most powerful gods showed themselves to him and his beloved. They both fell down on their knees and showed respect to the gods. “Rise” Akara said, “For you have nothing to be feared of, we are not here to do you harm”

A legion of warriors, Tuarek and El Morad came marching towards Moradon, carefully guarding 2 strangers. The people of Marodan frowned; these are the ones we are waiting for? A Tuarek warrior and a El Morad Priestess? But wait, the woman is pregnant. What could this be? Was she the woman that would give birth to the one?

Kaishan had made all the preparations, everyone was ready, tomorrow the festival would start, and tomorrow a miracle would happen. If only Akara told him what would happen.

It was early in the morning, Jana'el her water broke, she smiled, Groshna’an was with her, she felt save and ready for what was to come. Next to Groshna were Akara and Logos, the gods were here to witness her giving birth. So, she was the female that would give birth to the one, the one she had learned of from her great grandmother?

It wasn’t an easy delivery, but strengthened by the present of her love and the gods of creation and life, she pulled through! A baby was held to her chest, a small wonder, a being created by the love of 2 people. She was beautiful, yet strange, a mixture of El Morad a Tuarek, with the skin of an El Morad, with the muscles of a Tuarek, but a perfect child.

Akara rose to the centre monument of Moradon, Logos next to her, as in a dream the 2 gods stood next to each other. For a short moment in peace they were the messengers of a new era, the messengers of peace.

Logos and Akara showed themselves in the center of Moradon. The people were overjoyed by the presence of these 2 gods. They both had witnessed the birth of the child; they even brought it with them. So small, so fragile but so important to both nations.

Jala’el and Groshna’an both stepped outside, even though she gave birth only a couple of minutes ago, with the strength of a new born mother and with the help of Logos, she would be able to witness the name-giving event. They were proud that the gods had honored them to be with them on this day and still, that did not really realize what was so special with this baby.

Akara raised her hand and it became silent. Everyone in Moradon turned around towards the center and held their breath. It was time; time to show Carnac what was really going on this day. “My beloved people, you have all gathered here to witness something none would expect. Today is the day the one has been born. The one that might bring us all closer together, the one that even brought Logos and me together, for today that is. Today we give you the child from the prophecy!!!”

She will be a gift from heaven and her skin will be as soft as silk!!

The crowd started yelling and screaming. So it was true, the one has been born!!
Akara once more raised her hand and started mumbling a blessing. Logos swiftly lay his hand on the child her forehead. Together they spoke the ancient words of might and blessing.

“May she be known to all, use her wisdom wisely, have the strength of her parents, but above let her be known as the one!! The one who is a gift from heaven and with a skin as soft as silk. We present you ALEENIA!!! Let us all celebrate and remember this day from now on! Let us all celebrate in peace, for one day, let this day be known as a day of peace, a day of blessing, a day of love!!!”

Jala’el and Groshna’an didn’t know what happened; it all became a rush, a dream. They were brought to one of the largest buildings in Moradon, where a huge banquet had been prepared. They sat at the high end, as if they were kings, with a little girl in a small bed next to them. Aleenia, the name Akara and Logos had given her was beautiful, the meaning of it exactly the words of the prophecy, they had chosen well!

Many came to give presents, the jewelcrafters, the smiths, the weavers, bakers, hunters, warriors showing their skills. It was beautiful, until a little kid arrived. A little kid, from the poorest part of Moradon, dressed in old and dirty ropes. She too had a present for Aleenia. Even thought she barely had money to buy food for herself, for her parents and the rest of her family. She used every penny she had to make this small present. So small, yet with so much love! She presented them with a small bag of candy, red candy with a small A in the middle of it.

Akara was touched by this small act of greatness that she asked for the little girl to come towards her. She gave blessing to the kid and made sure she and her family would be save and well fed. With the help of Logos she created a new festival meal, a meal full of joy for all the other kids, for everyone. The bag of candy popped up with a loud “BANG” and the amount of candy rose, rose and rose. It started raining little red balls, candy canes and all sorts of gum.

“Let this be our final gift, a gift for the young ones, a gift for our future, a gift for the prophecy, a gift from our hearts, a gift for Aleenia!!

Aleena

Aleenia's ass have never been licked this good! :lol:

Bet she gonna love it. Anyway i enjoyed a lot too, it's getting better! :)

But hell, now I'll need a picture of a little candy with an A on it... Than I can enter the competition :P.. My input will be a 5 page story and a small, tiny picture of a little red candy :P

Damnit... You're so awesome :(

LOL why??

I am sure ranzoape is one of the smartest ko players. Your stories are awesome,I love reading them although I hate reading xD good job :P

Rofl.. You guys think I'm some higher power or what??

You have a great fantasy lol, you could be a author ...

Well.. I suck at using photo editing programs, so help me out plox...

I need a little red candy with an A on it :P

Coming up with new epic story.. Wanted to make a story about Maja, how she grew up and stuff, might change.. Who knows..

Made a new account on the official forums for it.. The Storyteller

Not sure in what section I should put it. Think I'll keep posting in the "Ranzoape, story of a nubpriest" topic...



Maja….


The dream was there again, every full moon it came back. Every time as frightening, yet unknown. He saw the baby again, the baby he has seen for years now. Every night the same ending, a dark ending. He tried to save the baby every time, every time that little precious life slipped through his fingers, leaving a dark vision behind. A vision of his hands, blood and slaughter. A vision of him seeing filthy Tuarek running, burning everything, raping women, slaying the villagers. Leaving none behind!

A small encampment has been his home for years now, a base from where they could attack the Tuarek, well hidden in the deep forests in RLB. Guarded by vile Haunga’s. Tuareks often show up, though they do not stay a life for long. Many times now has he protected the people here, the people who fled from small villages attacked by those dirty Tuarek, he became a known warrior. Respected by his clan and family, respected by other Elmoradians. Feared by Tuareks, hated by them.
After many battles he finally made the move to the villagers elder’s daughter, Mari’andel and married her. A small blink of light in this dark world, a wife that supported him, who was a beacon for him, a wife that gave him hope and strength to fight. She was a small wonder of nature, not only in taking care of the house, but by just being next to him, it was enough to fight for. Not only did she made his life complete, she gave him the greatest gift imaginable, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter!

Unfortunately, blessings and luck doesn’t last long on this planet. Even though they have defeated the Tuarek armies so many times, one time, they failed. After being so well protected for years, the Haunga guardians got slaughtered, the warriors got lured out of their defenses; they were lured in to the middle of RLB, to the mighty and powerful monument. They were winning, killing many of the Tuarek and it was as if they let Satherion and his fellow warriors win. While killing the last one of the Tuarek, a small boy, covered with blood came running towards Satherion. “Satherion!!! Satherion!!”. He quickly turned around and saw the boy running, he ran towards him. The boy fell on the ground while reaching for Satherion, grabbing into thin air with his hand. An arrow had struck him and stood straight up in the little boy his back. Satherion got scared and spoke to the boy, asking him what happened. With his last breath he told Satherion what went wrong, what the Tuarek did. And while breathing out the last bit of air he had in his longs, he tried to say one name..... Mari’andel………

Borgan knew they were at the right place this time, the Elmoradians were here, right under his nose, the perfect hide out for these lowlife miserable Elmo's. Led by one mighty warrior called Satherion. Many times had he heard of this warrior, many times has he seen him in battle. A ruthless and mighty warrior, a warrior he has tried to kill so many times. But this time he would succeed. He lured them out to the center monument, to the bowl of RLB, with only a small force. He took the rest of army around them and as soon as Satherion and his warriors came out of the woods he knew he made the right decision. He gave the signal and his army came out and kept coming. More then a legion of soldiers were there to finish this plague of death which had been here for years now. Even if Satherion would destroy the warriors at the center monument, he would be to late. His dreams would be crushed, his village burned and the body's of his mutilated friends and family would be found. Nothing would be left alive, women, elder, baby's, kids, cattle, everything had to be wiped out.

They gathered in front of the encampment after slaying the Haunga guardians. They were no match for this tremendous kind of power. They rumbled the drums of war, they were screaming in their thirst of blood, of revenge. There was no time for negotiation, no time for sorrow, no time for prayers. They were doomed!! The battle didn't take long and it was rather a shame for the honorable fighters of the Tuarek that they had to end this village this way. No true fights were battled, no siege, just slaughter, rape and mutilation. The unborn children of young mothers were killed while their mother got raped by these warriors. They hang the elder people while everyone was watching them. Skulls of young children, who would once be mighty warriors, were smashed while their family had to watch. The mighty and wise magicians were tight up a wooden pole and burned alive. They cut the belly of cows and horses and let them bleed to death.
No honor, just slaughter, rape and mutilation. The Tuarek took revenge!!!

In a blink of a second he saw a kid running out of the village, probably trying to warn Satherion and hes warriors who were having a slaughterfest at the monument. He moved his hand slightly and one of the peasants brought him a bow and arrow. It became quiet, everyone was watching this last surviver running. Borgan aimed and shot, the arrow crossed thin air, closing in on the kid, the world stood still. The kid fell down, the arrow had done his work. But wait, he stood up again and started running. SHIT!! Now Satherion would be here soon, time to hide and set the trap, for Satherion would not be amused and probably rush in to save his beloved ones. His man killed everything that was left alive, took shelter and created a city of dead, smoke and slaughter...........

Sapherion started running with only 2 things in his mind, Mari'andel and his child!!
MARI'ANDEL!!!!!!!!!!
He ran as fast as he could, screaming, crying, for if they would have lay hands on her, they.. they.. they.. He didn't know what he would do. After so many years, did they finally managed to trick him? Did they finally succeed in finding their shelter? The encampment has been there for years, right under their noses. Did his worst nightmare just came true?

His comrades saw him running, they followed, a might horde of deadly warriors running towards their homes. Faster and faster, back to what have been a place a safety for years. Shouting their mighty battlecry, full of rage and anger, they ran towards their doom.

Loved it, really nice and exciting, in the same genre of some of my favourite type of movies!

Well done! :)

The slain body's of the Haunga guardians were tied up to the trees, giving a warning to those who would pass. Someone had really been here. Were it the Tuarek who did it? He kept running and running, fearing that the one thing finally happened. When entering a clear space in the forest he saw smoke plumes coming from his village. "NO!!" It did happen, they had found them and now he realized why they killed the Tuarek at the center monument quite easy. It was a damn trap! The Tuarek fooled him and he walked in to the trap with eyes wide open. "Oh my god, Mari'andel, please, let this be a bad dream, let it be a nightmare."

A nightmare it was, the village was pillaged, nothing was alive. The crows already started their feast on the dead corpses. Houses were burning, some dead body's were still smoldering. The smell of death, burned meat, pain and horror was around them. He ran to his house and found what he never hoped to find, his wife.... Dead on the floor. Her throat cut open and her cloths ripped of her body. She too had been abused before she was given the peace of death. But were is his child, his breed, his little girl, his princess? He stormed to the master bedroom and opened up the closet, hoping the little girl had done what they have always told her. Hoping she would be in the secret space behind this fake board.

Daddy!!! He was here, finally. Mama had told her to go into the closet, her secret hide out and to be real quiet. Mama told her they were playing a game and no matter how much noise mama would make, how hard mama would scream, she had to stay in the closet. As a good girl she had done what mama told her to do, but couldn't resist to take a quick look now and then what was happening, there was this tiny slit which made her able to peek now and then. And she heard mama, she heard and saw it all. This was no game.. This was.. Tears fell from her eyes, she cried, silent.

But daddy was here now, everything would be fine, mama would come back to and this time the game wasn't funny anymore. It was cold now and the air smelled really bad! She wanted out!!
Before she could say anything a green man stepped in to the room behind Satherion, he raised his sword arm and made an end to it. Satherion opened up his eyes and a silent scream escaped his mouth. He looked down and saw blood dripping from his belly. He fell down, his hands trying to grab his only precious thing alive, his daughter. He saw his hands reaching for her, he saw his hands, the dream.......... It was over..........

Daddy saw her, he seemed happy but then, blood came from his belly, he fell. He tried to scream but she couldn't understand him, she couldn't hear him. He fell right on top of her, she nudged her head on something hard, it became dark again, she felt something wet on the back of her head and she heard mammy screaming. She fainted.

Borgan oversaw the village. None was left alive, every single man and woman killed in battle. He told his man to take what ever they wanted and to return to basecamp. This slaughter had come to an end, the threat of Satherion and his man was over. He totally surprised them and while Satherion and his man were mourning near their beloved ones, Borgan his warriors finished them quickly. It was over!!

It started raining, nothing was moving in this village, Tuarek had been here not so long ago, yet the traveler needed a shelter. He had been on his way long enough and even tho a real sad tragedy had taken place in this camp he had to stay here. The corpses of Elmoradians were still here, crows having the meal of their lives. But wait, what was that? Did he hear something? He started running towards one of the burned houses, there was something alive. He saw the body that had once been a woman, tortured, burned and raped. Her husband was only a couple meter away from her. There it was again, he was close now, did that man survive? He rolled Satherion over and saw the dead look in his eyes, this man was dead. But what was that? 2 Tiny blue eyes looked at him, a small child was hidden in this closet, underneath the dead body of her father? He reached for the little girl and took her with me. Only one survivor, and what horror did these crystal blue eyes see?? What had happened here??

This new chapter is probably the best one you made so far! I bet i know what's comming! :D

She woke up with a head ache and a bad taste in her mouth. Mammy?? Daddy?? A strange man came towards her, talking to her, but she did not hear any word. She started screaming, she remembered, she glazed around her and saw the burned houses. Where is mammy?? She ran towards what once had been her house. She ran in, but found nothing, daddy?? She knew he had to be in the bedroom, again… Nothing.

Shande’ll let her run; she was scared, hoping that everything was just a bad dream. He saw her coming back, dazed and confused. He had removed all of the bodies and brought them outside the village where he used a little trick to cover them with dirt and leafs, he gave them a final resting place. She did not need to see the horror again, and she must have been in a shock when everything happened. Yet she seemed to remember it all, remember the horror.

Now what should he do with this innocent girl, he saved her, but what to do now? He was a traveler, a mystic being on this planet, a man who risks his life by even being here. He could take her with him to Moradon and teach her, take her as his own daughter, but what would become of her? He can’t take her with him all the time, she would be more of a stone hanging around his neck then being useful, as if he would be walking with a wooden leg.
He looked at her and saw this little being, this precious life, this innocent victim of an everlasting war. He couldn’t let her die like this, not after he saved her. She had to come with him; he’d adopt her and see if he could bring a bit of luck into her life. But there was no time to wait then, he had been here near this village to long already. He gathered the remains of his little encampment en with a small twist of his hand he removed the campfire and any other evidence of him being here.

She did not know this man, had never see him before, but it seemed as if he was the only one around here and gave her shelter and food for the night. But where did mammy and daddy go? She was certain they had to be in the house, or what was left of it. And where were the others? There was none here except him, this stranger. He was looking for her now, she saw him doing something with the campfire and now it was gone. Gone, just like her parents, did he do something to them? Did he hide the bodies? She had seen the dead before, when living in a village like this, it was a daily happening to see warriors returning from the battlefield. But this time it were her parents, she realized the horror, the emptiness, she was alone now. She started crying again.

Shande’ll found her near her house, just as he expected, crying. He sat down next to her and pulled towards him. Not knowing what to say, what to do. So young, not capable of handling these emotions, as if anyone ever would be able. They sat there for half an hour and she stopped sniffing, he stood up and looked down towards her. “My name is Shande’ll, what is yours?” No response, she turned her head towards her, but did not say anything. “It is oke, you don’t have to speak, I will take you with me to Moradon, and there we will sort it out.” He grabbed her hand and started mumbling the runes of power, in a flash they were near a teleporter, she was stunned, held his hand even tighter. She knew it was time to go on, with this weird man, this magic man, time to leave the world as she knew it behind, time to move on, time to go to Moradon!

Good! :D

AWESOME!

This is something which doesnt belong in the Maja part, but its something I started writing some time ago... Now.. At the time being.. I feel the urge to post it... It might be kinda personal.. And I would love to hear your comments or opinions on it....

Edit: Windows just gave me the blue screen.. Everything I wrote.. Gone.. Bah.. Will try again tomorrow.. If I don't have a hang over that is...

Edit: Wont post it.. Bah.. All that work.. maybe next weekend..

Her body got ripped apart in a thousand pieces, she saw her body, her being, expending in to nothing while moving through, through nothing. As if a thousand knifes had cut her in to little pieces which were floating through thin air, they were moving towards some point in the distance. She got scared, saw her body, but knew for sure, she was still alive. This can't be, she should be dead now. A thousand pieces became a million, nothing was left of her body, she couldn't see anymore, it was dark, yet she felt her being slipping towards that point, and she knew her body was scattered but following. They came closer, it felt as if they had been flying there for ages. Where did the strange man go, Shande'll?? What did he do to her. A circle showed up in front of her. A massive circle of light and she was on a collision course towards it. It grew and grew as if if was persistent to catch her, to grab her, to not let her get away. She couldn't escape, there was no exit, the middle of the circle felt as a dark, turning gravitypoint and she got sucked into it. The center reached for her, grabbing her, pulling her in to it. With a big flash she landed on her feed again. She fell down on her knees, throwing up, crying. WTF was that, how could she survive that. She looked at her hands, seeing them again, she moved her fingers, it were her hands. Did she dream then?

Shande'll knew he should have told her the horrors of the first journey through the portal. They were the portals through space and time and ripped everything that is. He had seen many magic things, knew some tricks himself, but these portals were such a force of power. They were in Moradon, on foot it would take more then 2 weeks to get here, yet through the portal it was a second. He saw people running by and smiling upon the girl, she was no longer a virgin and made her first jump with a portal, a teleporter. He laid his hand on her head and turned it upwards, he smiled upon her. "Welcome my child", he said, "welcome to Moradon". He spread his arms and showed her the wealth and glory this town had to offer. She did take a quick look around, but did not expect something like this. This place was.. It was.. Huge..

Moradon, the tradecity of Carnac, build by Logos, ruled by Kaishan, named by Akara. The centre of peace, a place where Tuarek and Elmoradian could walk side by side. Hundreds, thousands of people were here from both nations. And fierce guards from both nations were everywhere. This city was a city of peace, a small place on Carnac where Tuarek and Elmorad would be able to trade and walk alongside each other. Guards of both nations made sure there was no evil done here, not to Tuarek, not to Elmoradian, criminals would face a guaranteed deathpenalty here! You'd better follow the rules or Moradon would spit you out like an abused pig and a dead one too!

But Shande'll forgot to tell all of this to the girl and when she saw a green man, she started screaming, the horror returned. Even tho she was a small child, she had gained her fathers strength and she ran towards the first Tuarek she saw, ready to do what was necessary to stay alive!! She had seen her mother getting killed by these filthy being, her father being killed at the very moment he was about to rescue her. Why did Shande'll take her to this place and why weren't others attacking the Tuarek. Before she could make one step towards the Tuarek, Shande'll grabbed her and told her to stand still, to not move. He looked around, as if he was searching for someone, he was on the look out. They had to be close and must have seen him already, yet none showed up yet. From Out the crowd 2 mages came towards them, 2 of his brothers, The Brotherhood was always close. They frowned when they saw the little girl he was holding. But they were taught not to ask questions in public. Shande'll greeted them and told the girl to walk with him and to not look up to anyone, or run away.

Did Shande'll not know where he was? Why did he let those Tuarek live? And who were those other 2 guys walking behind them. Shande'll saved her from a certain death, but had he taken her to a new hell?

Was going through some of my notes I have stored on this little pc. I found a document about "Incognito", dunno when, but after I left HF and when devoted was in the making there was a slight chance the clan was called Incognito if I am right. I made a small intro for that clan name.. Anyway.. Ill post it :P

Incognito


Its dark and cold in RLB these days. Weird things happen around us. Strong warriors getting killed by unknown new guys. They wander in the dark, their names are unknown, yet they are here. They have come with a mission, they have come to take revenge, they are the lost souls of warriors of the past. They bring death....

The streetlights are about to go out. Leaving me in the dark in this small ally. This part of the town isn't the best place to be at this time of day. Thieves are active, assassins running around, dark wizards abusing their gifted powers. And they are here. Those who are unknown.

Someone is moving close nearby. I can almost hear him walking, walking on his tows. Hardly making any sound. But yet, I can feel him, almost feel his presence. I know he is here. He is not coming for me, for you need more than that to take me down. A door opens, a women is whispering. The moonlight reflects a blade. A short dagger. She screams!! I turn around as I see this dark figure, wearing a cape and a mask.

I see the woman falling down on the ground. Trying to stay alive. Trying to breath.. Her airways are filled up with blood. I see her trying to hold on to this life. Not willing to accept what just happened.

I turn around to find the murderer, he must be around here somewhere. His dark presence is still here. Will he try to take me down too? Should I fear for my life? Where did he go? I know he is close....

Clouds cover the light of the moon, I no longer feel save. It frightens me to know there is a man close by who kills so swiftly and yet, I did not see him. The moonlight is back. Throwing a shadow behind me. I look around and see him move. Close to the houses, using portals and large pillars to hide. He is moving away from me, he did his job. No need to make more victims, its a waste of time. I follow him, but he is too fast. As he is about to turn the corner the moonlight gives me the opportunity to see his face.. Or what covers his face. Its a mask. The mask of a puppet, a player, an actor.

Who are these men, Who are these people wearing masks, killing swiftly, who bring terror to our town. Who are they?? I don't recall any of them. Have never heard of their names. They run around in RLB as if they own it. As if they have grown up there. Have I seen them before? I must remember!!

Some call them the wanderers.. The lost ones.. The old ones.. They are.... INCOGNITO!!!

Back to Maja,

They entered the narrow corridors of Moradon, the streets were dirty and dark here. She was still following Shande’ll, did not say any word, but froze several times when she saw a Tuarek passing by. Shande’ll and his 2 brothers ignored them, she couldn’t do anything then frown and keep walking. In these streets she stayed more closely to Shande’ll, these streets were scary. At first they were in the middle of Moradon, buildings as high as the clouds themselves, made with gold and silver. Then the houses became smaller and there was less gold, less luxury. After that they reached these streets, everything was grey and dark, some of these houses never seen sunlight, and for what she had seen, it was better to stay that way. All of a sudden the street ended, they were at a dead end, and there was nothing here! A blind wall, nothing else, she looked at Shande’ll and she saw him mumbling words, moving his hands. A second later there was a door in the wall and it opened, welcoming them into even more darkness. Two guards came out, they went in, and nothing was said.

Shande’ll led them to one of the entrances to The Brotherhood’s citadel. A citadel not known for his beauty, bur feared for its power. The citadel isn’t a building like any other, it is no building at all, it covers all of Moradon, it guards Moradon, it steals from them, and it sees everything. It is the dark hand of thieves and wizards that inhabit the citadel. It has many save houses, bars, stores, and much more. The citadel is part of Moradon, yet unknown to many. The citadel is a home to many and is led by Kaishan, the controller of Moradon, he lets them steal, kill, but most of all, they tell him everything! Why try and kill all the thieves and other criminals if you can use them?

She kept following, into the dark hallway and all of a sudden Shande’ll grabbed her and told her to stand still. He moved his hands and a small light left his hands, the spark became bigger and rose up towards the ceiling. All of a sudden she could see everything, they were in a huge passageway, a crossing of many streets, but where was the daylight? Where were they? “Welcome to the citadel my dear; this will be your home for the time being. A home where I shall try and teach you everything you need to learn, everything you need to know. And maybe one day, you can take over my job.” She looked around and asked herself if this man, this Shande’ll was out of his mind, did he turn crazy or what? She can’t stay here; this isn’t a place to call home. This is a freaking sewer, not a house!

He took her by her hand and led her to one of the doors on the other side of this huge crossing, a door like any other, another door leading into a dark hallway. Shande’ll took a good look around and started mumbling words again. The door unlocked, she heard it, but he didn’t touch it. Shande’ll opened the door and let her in, his friends stayed outside, as if they were guarding the door. Yet again, another door showed up, he opened it, it wasn’t locked. Again he let go of a spark and send it into the room. Candles everywhere lightened up, lamps in the room lightened up. “This is my home little girl, and trust me, it will be yours too!”

Just stalking :wub:



Ps: Good as always! :P

Dont read it
Its far from done.. used a translater this time but not sure what to do with it... Lol, have to edit it, but going to sleep now....


De ruimte was geweldig, wat van buiten een riool leek, bleek van binnen een klein paleis te zijn. De ruimte was groot en prachtig verlicht, heerlijke zitbanken om uit te rusten stonden in elke hoek. De tafel was gemaakt van een soort steen welke ze nog nooit eerder had gezien. Overal stonden vreemde voorwerpen op sokkels en zelfs in vitrines. Dit was iets zoals ze nog nooit eerder had gezien. Dit was een rijkdom welke haar totaal vreemd was.
De centrale ruimte gaf toegang tot meerdere vertrekken, zoals een ruime keuken, een badkamer en een lange hal waarbij ze meerdere slaapkamers zag. Aan het einde van de hal bevond zich de werkkamer.
"Dit is de werkkamer kleine meid, hier is waar morgenvroeg je training gaat beginnen. Maar voordat we dat gaan doen, wil ik je voorstellen aan het personeel. Er is echter een klein probleempje. Ik weet nog steeds niet wat je naam is, weet je die zelf?"
Haar naam, die wist ze wel, het was de naam die ze gekregen had van haar oma, de familienaam die ze vol trots droeg: "Majandah", maar haar ouders noemden haar vaak Maja, haar ouders. Het kleine meisje zakte naar de grond, tranen kwamen op in haar ogen. Haar ouders, nooit zou ze ze weer zien, nooit meer bij mama, nooit meer in de sterke armen van papa, nooit meer. En nu ging deze man, deze Shande'll haar dingen leren, wil dat zij bij hem blijft.
Shande"ll keek neer op haar, wist wat er in haar gedachten speelde, maar deed niets om haar te helpen, dit was iets wat ze zelf moest doen! "Nou, wat is je naam?"
"Mijn naam is Majandah, maar ze noemen me Maja".

De kennismaking met het personeel verliep in een waas. De namen heeft ze niet onthouden. Het enige wat ze nu nog wilde was alleen zijn. Na een kleine rondgang door Shande'll zijn kamers kwamen ze bij haar slaapkamer aan. De ruimte die voor haar zou zijn, alleen voor haar en niemand anders! Ze streek neer op bed en had genoeg van de dag. De dag die een eeuwigheid had geleken, doch slechts een dag was geweest.

Voordat hij vertrok en haar alleen liet sprak hij tegen haar. "Morgenochtend om 6 uur wordt je gewekt, daarna begint je training. In dit huis zit niemand stil en werkt voor de kost. Jij bent mijn pupil en daarmee verdien je je kost en inwoning. Zorg dat je rust krijgt vannacht, je gaat het nodig hebben."


The room was great, outside of what seemed a sewer, was inside a small palace to be. The room was large and beautifully lit, lovely sofas to rest stood in each corner. The table was made of a kind stone which she had never seen. Everywhere stood on pedestals and even foreign objects in showcases. It was like something she had never seen. This was a richness to it was totally alien.
The central area gave access to several rooms, including a spacious kitchen, a bathroom and a long hallway where she saw several bedrooms. At the end of the hall stood the office.
"This study is the small girl, here is where your training will start tomorrow morning. But before we do, I want you to meet the staff. There is one small problem. I still do not know what your name is, you know you do yourself? "
Her name, which she knew, it was the name they had received from her grandmother, the family she proudly wore "Majandah", but her parents called her frequently Maja, her parents. The little girl fell to the ground, tears in her eyes. Her parents, she would never see them again, never again to Mom, never the strong arms of Dad, never. Now was this man, this Shande'll teach her things, she wants him to remain.
Shand 'll looked down at her, knew what was playing in her mind, but did nothing to help her, this was something they themselves had to do! "Well, what's your name?"
"My name is Majandah, but they call me Maja".

The introduction to the staff went into a haze. The name does not remember. All they wanted was now alone. After a small tour of its rooms Shande'll they came to her bedroom. The space would be for her, only her and nobody else! She perched on the bed and had plenty of days. The day that had seemed an eternity, but only one days had been.

Before he departed and left her he spoke to her. "Tomorrow morning you are awakened at 6 hours, then begin your training. This house is quiet and no one works for a living. You are my pupil and thus earn your room and board. Make sure you get rest tonight, you will need have. "