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Monday, January 16th, 2006
8:57 pm	Eps 2 Well there haven't been any responses and I'm not sure to see how many people are reading this...but i suppose i will put up the next episode. If anyone is enjoying my yarn, please post! Garret reacted instinctively, brining his knee up to contact with his assailants chest. The person holding his arms down was off balanced by this blow, so Garret could arch his back and fling his assailant off of him and onto the floor. A resounding crash sounded, and the smash of broken crockery. Garret rolled off of the cushions he was on, and fell smack into the floor, which was stone and cold. Muffled swearing told him where his enemy was, but when he reached for his sword, a lamp shade was pulled off and the room he was in was filled with candle light. A smallish bed, surrounded by a hard wood frame sat between two small tables. One of the tables however had been smashed by a thin looking man, after Garret shoved him into it. The lamp that provided the light was being held by a tired looking woman. “What’s going on in here?” she asked. The man got up, and grabbed a glove from the bed, using it as a makeshift napkin to keep blood from splattering his cloths. “Uhh, Wendy, I found this here man out side, twitching and the like” he said, gesturing at Garret. Garret noticed that the woman was wearing the red and black colored uniform of a servant bound to the Xue family. “See, he was kicking at screaming” continued the man, blood dribbling from a broken nose despite his best efforts with the glove. “Here” said Wendy, pulling out a napkin from her pocket, handing it to the man. “So I tried to keep him still on the bed, cause he was thrashing and all” the man said, quickly tossing the bloody glove out the window “but then he woke up and smashed me into the table with the lamp” “Sorry” said Garret, noticing that he still had his money pouch “Where am i?” he asked the man. “Uhhh…your in Salem, capitol of the Empire!” he said wonderingly “No, not the city! The building! Whose house is this?” snapped Garret, frustrated. “Lord Xue’s inn, that’s what it is” the man said after a short pause. “Where are my weapons?” Garret asked “I put them down by the door” said the man pointing. Wendy noticed them too, picking them up and handing them to Garret. “Well, tell lord Xue that I was pleased to share his hospitality, farewell” said Garret, walking round the bed. “But” said the man before Garret leaped out the window. He rolled when he hit the ground, sliding into an ally way behind the building. It was a squat, one story house, but it made up for its height by expanding outwards In the other directions. “Inn indeed” scoffed Garret, noting how many lights where on at this late of an hour “More like a bordello”. “Sir, you’ll be wanting your hat” said Wendy, leaning out of the window. “Thanks” said Garret, before flashing his most dashing smiles. Wendy looked unimpressed and tossed the hat to him. Garret caught it and slid it onto his head before turning and walking out of the ally. Once he was out of sight, behind the corner of the ally, Garret leaned against the wall. His head seemed like it was splitting open. “What was that?” he asked to himself. A ghost of an answer wafted through his mind the past. “Get out of my head!” he shouted to the darkness of the night. Then he tried to remember every thing he knew about the Necromantic Wars, but none of them had anything like what he had seen. But Garret knew who he had to find. The library was the oldest building in Salem, massive and ancient. The twin statues out side its front where the twin angels of Lore and Wisdom that had given men the sword and the mind to use it when necessary, said the legends and between them stood the massive entry way to this place of learning. Garret had only been in here when he was a student, 10 years ago, learning the ancient arts of sword play. When he walked in the same feeling of ancient wisdom overwhelmed him momentarily. The massive bookshelves towered so high that the books themselves where taken down by an ancient mechanical system, created tens of thousands of years ago. Garret walked to the front desk where a disappointingly shrew like woman looked up from her book at him. “Can I help you?” she asked in a flat tone of voice. “uh Yes, I would like to see Historian Book” Garret said, leaning nonchalantly on the desk. “Book please” said the attendant into a horn that connected to a pipe that connected to an amplifier that sent the sound up another pipe into a room, where it came out of another horn. Garret looked up to the room the pipe went to and saw a short little man waddle down the stairs. “Garret?” he asked, squinting through his spectacles “Garret! It is you!” he said excitedly. “Yep, its me Book” said Garret, walking over to meet him. “Well well! What do you want to know now?” Book asked, always to the point quickly. “I need to know about the past” said Garret. “Good! Good! Come into my office” said Book, leading Garret up the stairs into his office. “Now” said Book, sitting down in a massive plush chair that stood behind his desk “What brings you to the Library?” ”I need to know about a war” said Garret, sitting down in the far smaller chair that visitors use. “Witch one? I mean, there are two wars in the recent past and an uncountable number in the far past” “Well its none of the Necromantic Wars” “Well that narrows It down to far past” Book sniffed and pulled out a massive tome labeled in an ancient tong. “This is a record, maybe one to two thousand years old? Its not the most reliable because it was written in the Dark Age but we can see what we can see…any major signify events in the war?” “Ummm a major city was razed to the ground” Garret said, leaning back and remembering the images he had seen. “hmmm… that happens a lot in war, and might happen again if Stelvi Pass falls” Book said, flipping through the page’s “Right…” said Garret “The people in the city each had their face’s removed” Book gasped “That’s…that’s the ancient past!” he squeaked excitedly. He shoved the book away and tapped a code into a small array of buttons. Garret looked at them, and noticed each one had a number running from one to thirteen but his view was obscured when Book started clacking away at them. After about ten clicks of the buttons being depressed, a loud clang echoed out of the wall. Then a sires of clicks like a clock, then the sound of gears and tumblers turning. Then a loud rolling should. Then a smash sounded out and Book grabbed something that fell from a large slit in the wall. Then he turned back to the desk and laid the tome in the middle. “This” he said quietly “is the oldest book in the library”. Garret looked at it. It seemed to be brand new “It doesn’t look old” he said, noting that the title had been ripped off “Why is the title not their?” “Don’t know” said Book before opening the massive text. “But the magi up in the keep tell us that a massive magical presences surrounds this book, and we figure it’s a time warding spell” Garret whistles appreciatively “That’s some wizardry” he murmured as Book began to read. Date: 21/12/9010 My brother has been at work in the outer holdings of my empire. His research continues un abated, and he tells me that soon the powers of Necromancy will become as strong as the other magic’s of this day. Date: 01/13/9010 My eye has caught a courtier today. She was the fairest, most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. However she seemed distracted when I spoke to her, and I could not get her to pay more then cursory attention to me. She barely managed to tell me her name before retiring for the night… “The name’s are untranslatable, I’m afraid” said Book looking up from the tome. Date: 06/13/9010 I have been trying to expand the city up ward, now that the glorious ring has been filled. The Guilds all bicker… and yet my mind is still distracted by <untranslatable>. My brother… he has visited me more then usual this past ( “They used a ten day week instead of our thirteen” said Book ) Week. I wonder… is he trying to find the new program? Date: 17/13/9010 Damn him! My brother… I saw him with <untranslatable>, walking through the garden. How can she be attracted to him, he who controls the ice and the desert of the outer holdings, and yet ignore me? The ruler of the entire Empire! I must have her Date 20/13/9010 The New Year draws near. They are getting married at the dawn of the new year… I must have her…… Date 1/1/9011 They where married today. She and my brother will pay. How can I even call him that while she… Date: 10/2/9011 The populous has reacted with the same horror as I have. My brothers so called Experiments are abominations. They have no mind and yet… he is a good actor. Many believed that he was truly aghast. I know the truth, even if my people do not… Date: 11/2/9011 I am ecstatic! It was a narrow vote, but to end those abominations the Senate has voted to raise an army. We march next month. The project is almost done too, and once it is no army, dead or alive will be able to stop us. Date: 1/3/9011 The army is ready. Six thousand strong, all armed with the new weapon. They are called LongShots, and can hit an object at 500 yards with the power of a long bow at 10! Date: 10/3/9011 The first battle has gone out way, and the enemy has fallen quickly before us. The Kia and the Dragons both sided with us, and out army has swelled to ten thousand! Date 21/3/9011 We have captured a major pass in Terrix. It has been named after the General who planned and lead the attack , Stelvi. Date 09/4/9011 I am surrounded by traitors! Stelvi has gone to the other side! He said he could see madness in my eye. I know it was because he wanted control of an army that never sleeps. Maybe he will become one of the abominations we have been fighting… it will serve him… Date: 11/4/9011 Incompetent fools! The new general is an idiot, and the army has been broken at the first of the Dark Twins. I will lead the army. My ministers say that the public is turning against me… but they are probably under the sway of my brother too… I must have her Date: 9/5/9011 Terrix has fallen, the undead taking the entire place under their dark sway. My brother say’s he will not harm the civilians, but I know that they have joined in his flag. Some of his monsters have been seen with long shots Date: 1/6/9011 They are here. I can hear them pounding on the door. It sounds like polite knocking, but I know that it is my brother. Wait… I hear her voice. She is coming! Book closed the text. “It ends there’ he said quietly. “But there is still hundreds of page’s left!” said Garret surprised. “If the blood stains are anything to go on, the writer is probably dead” said Book, getting up. “He was most likely the Unnamed Emperor, who lead the ole empire into ruin… however, it was his Dark Brother who razed the city. Its hard to tell who was at fault for the Dark Age, but I’d say they where both driven mad by her… the Queen” Book quietly put the tome into the slot and ancient machinery brought it back into the depths of the Library. “The Dark Twins are still clouded with Necromantic Power, which the necromancers tapped and have been using against us for the last three decades” Book said, sitting down. “And the Ole Empire has become nothing more then a memory, and then the memory has been forgotten” Garret mulled over this. “Witch City was Razed?” he asked. “This one…except back then, this city was a massive, bejeweled wonder. Now it is a mockery of that great place” Book said quietly “Well… I think I know where I have to go” said Garret. “Go?” asked Book. “Yes… the only people who will know what I saw would be at the Dark Twins, right?” (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 14th, 2006
9:15 pm	Rings Rings: The third Necromantic War Chapter One A single water drop fell from the cavernous ceiling of the Door. It fell for an eternity, dropping through shadows and silence until it broke the crystal perfect mirror of the endless lake that filled the Door. The ripple spread slowly and serenely out, jarring the reflections of the cave walls into a myriad of bizarre shapes. Face’s, both ancient and young flashed across the surface of the door, each there for only second then lost for all eternity as the waters stilled once again. In the darkness of the deepest cave on Shamazad a small dimple appeared in the water, but it did not grow nor did it shrink. In stead it simply speared out a distortion that caused the air to warp, the very dim light of the cave bending around it. The distortion then reached the top of the massive cave, and began to inch outwards. A half a million miles away, a single human woke from a troubled sleep. Garret woke, a fierce itching in his palms jarring him from a dream… something about a cave. It was then he noticed a slight crunch on the gravel out side his house. His arm slowly slid to his pillow, grabbing at the gun he had hidden their. It was an old flintlock, one that he always kept powdered and loaded in his pillow, and it felt so natural in his hand that he barley register its presence. Then he brought it to his cheats and lapsed into a semblance of sleep. The window pane slid open, a almost imperceptible grating slide. Armature’s thought Garret dismissively. A padded foot fall sounded in his kitchen, and then it went silent. Garret listened for another telltale sound, but the intruder must either be still, or silent. He was about to open his eye’s before he heard a slight, ever so slight, groan from his door. Garret fired his pistol straight through the door way, and a wet snap resounded. A stifled curse and a whizzed past his ear told him that the intruder had been hit, and had thrown his weapon narrowly missing Garret. Garret got up and snapped his lamp shade off, revealing a black clad figure clutching his stomach. Blood, black and brackish, flooded from the wound that the pistol ball had punched straight into the Kia’s stomach. Garret reached him as he was trying to pull out a sword while keeping pressure on the wound, and to stop any more assaults on his person, put his boot on the Kia’s sternum. “Who are you” said Garret, aiming his two shot pistol at its face “and why are you here?”. The lizard like face of the Kia was long, and not apt for sneering, but the Kia put on a heroic attempt. “The Balters want your head on a pike and your gonads on their wall” the Kia hissed. Garret sighed and let his foot up. “Let Lord Balter know that I simply did a job, and his son will recover… I don’t know about his pride though” Garret walked away from the Kia as it staggered to its feet. “His son should learn that you never keep money from a Kia... as you should well know!" continued Garret as the Kia struggled his rapier out of his scabbard. “Here” said Garret, tossing some balms and bandages to the Kia. The Kia dropped his rapier and slapped the Knitting balm onto the wound. His sibilant hiss as the balm started to bring the hole together. “Stings, doesn’t it” said Garret, picking up the Kia’s rapier. “Crappy model” he sniffed. “Itsss a Takashima!” hissed the Kia, offended. “Well, I prefer a Hammerstein, but a Takashima is Okay if your not up against a broad sword, or an ax” The Kia was on him in a flash. Garret forgot how quickly they healed, and underestimated the fanaticism of this one. The claws raked into his chest as the Kia grabbed him into a fierce bear hug. Garret still clung to his gun, and backed into the wall, smashing the Kia into it. The claws simply dug in deeper. So Garret simply relaxed, turning his body into a lump of limp muscles. No one could hold onto that with just pressure alone, but the Kia tried very hard. Garret thumped to the flood and brought his foot into the lizard’s groin. The Kia doubled over and Garret fired his pistol. The massive ball blew the Kia’s head off, blasting brains all over his wall, turning lime green wall paper into a dark black mess. “Damn” sighed Garret, standing up and feeling the claw marks on his chest. They where longer then they where deep, and the Knitting balm would fix it up fast, but the balm was too valuable to waist on minor wounds like that. Garret pulled on his shirt and buckled his sword to his side. Then he grabbed his feathered hat, and cloak. He checked himself in the mirror and was sure he cut a dashing figure. Then he grabbed his pistol, jammed a powder packet in his pocket and clipped his ammo bag to his waist. Then he slid his pistol into his belt and walked into the night. The stars where, of course, laced with the Rings. Each was a thin band, Terrix was brownish red, while the Twin’s where both stark white. The rest of Emperryon was curving gracefully up into the sky, and added some yellow stars to the sky, all centered at the sister city of the capitol, Phoenix. Garret strode through the dark streets; his single blood red feather marked him out to both the Balter and the Xue families. Garret is a Interpreter, a third party sword for hire. He tried not to favor either family too much, or his work source would die with the family he was against. Both Lords knew it, but they still kept him about because Garret had amassed fame about him quickly due to his swordsmanship and his steady aim. “Lords! Ladies!” Lord Balter bellowed, his ponderous bulk rising from his chair “Today is an auspicious day”. The gusts to his banquet all turned looked at him. Lord Balter was by no means a thin man. His body was swathed in vivid green cloaks, jackets and shirts, so that many men jested (far from any of his family members) that it was hard to tell when man ended and clothes began. “Today marks the first day of my son’s man hood! If it where not for Xue treachery, he would be here right now! No… rather he wastes way in the hospital, still in agony over the wound inflict-“ “BALTER!” shouted Garret, bursting through the door way “Have you forgot the code of the Three?” “Mongrel!” shouted Balter “You worked for me, and yet you took a job from that BASTARD Xue to attack my son!” “I tied him up to a flag pole by his undergarments, as the contract requested! Lord Xue was in hysterics as he gave me the mission… I actually thought the joke wasn’t sophisticated enough for me” said Garret, his hand casually bringing his cloak aside to show everyone his sword and pistol. A hush fell over the gusts. Garret smiled. “The code states clearly that if any Interpreter is attacked by any one family that he has worked for, then he is honor bound to sever relations with that family and to get recompense for damages to either his person or estates. I need to clean Kia brains off my wall” Garret stepped closer to Lord Balter’s table. “That will be 50 gold” “50 GOLD!” blustered Balter, practically frothing at the mouth “That’s a swindle to clean off a wall” “I also have to buy some more powder to replace that which I lost, as well as two perfectly fine pistol balls” explained Garret “But if you don’t want it, ill take it!” “You have no RIGHT!” ”No, you have no right! You entered into a contract with my guild, and I am perfectly with in my rights to make you give me that gold!” “The Guard will-“ “The GUARD!” Garret laughed “The Guild OWNS the guard! You and Xue can do as you like, play out your little vendetta, and we will supply our services” Garret pulled out his pistol in one smooth move and shot the Lord in the kneecap. It fractured with a loud snap. “Now you have about three hours before the green rot sets in, and I suggest you lend me that gold so I can call the Medicals” Lord Balter gasped in pain, reaching for his wallet. Garret grabbed up the coins, and then noticed the Balter Family ring. It was a green emerald, with a silver snake coiled around it. “I think you need to learn the same lesson as your son, Balter” said Garret. He pulled the ring of the fat man’s finger and walked out the door. “Y-you’ll pay!” shouted Balter through the pain of his bullet wound. The gusts looked at him; their face’s quite grey as blood coursed out of the massive wound in his leg. Garret reloaded the first chamber on his gun, checking the ring after he was done. It would fetch quite a price, if he could find any one who would not shy away from buying som- I AM HERE! Garrets spine straighter as the voice ripped into his mind. It clawed at it like a vulture, and it took all his will to not soil him self. “What the fu-“ he managed to gasp out before a image floated across his eye’s. A scene from a night mare confronted him and Garret screamed into the cold night, oblivious to the two people that looked at him with concern. A face, withered, timeless. Its eye’s however where gone and red blood dribbled down the side’s like a sick parody of crying. The same horrible voice said YOU WILL COME and Garret collapsed, his legs giving way as image after image assaulted his eye’s. A woman, blond hair flowing from her head. A man, kissing her. A chapel, some kind of wedding. A deep saddens and an unquenchable anger “are you okay!” A war, a massive war. “Come on, get his feet, and we can get him inside” A city, razed, its populous slaughtered in the worse way imaginable. Their faces had each been… cut off, muscles still red and bleeding in the flickering light of the fires of their houses. A single child wandering the streets, looking for his mother Garret forced his eye’s awake and someone was trying to kill him. Stay tuned... Current Mood: contemplative (Comment on this)