Other stuff - That I've written

[Therin]

Well, since I have some stuff on the voodoomoose board that isn't here, and since I mainly post here, and since I'm really really bored, I figured I would go and bring all the stuff from voodoomoose over here...

[Therin]

The Ballad of a Nameless Hero

A man once existed,
A brave man was he,
A mage and a swordsman,
The best, both of these.

His home was destroyed
By armies and fire.
They left him to die
By the funeral pyre.

He struck out alone
For revenge and with hate,
For the evil lord Janus
Had just laid the bait:

There sat his loved one,
His soul mate, his life,
But her mind, it was wracked
With suspicion and strife.

"You never loved me!"
She denied, "You did not!"
And she screamed at him, "Go!"
And she told him to rot.

So he went to the Tower,
He journeyed for ages,
To seek the advice
Of the wise Mythril Sages.

"You must kill Lord Janus"
They said, they were stern,
"For only his dying
Will bring her return."

"But where can I find him?"
he questioned them hard,
but all they would tell him
was "Follow your heart."

So back to his loved one,
He traveled with hope,
But she just said "You're back."
And started to mope.

Seeing there was no
Relief from that quarter,
He went into Goldwood,
And sought out the porter.

His friend, was the man,
His name, it was Jack.
But when questioned for rumors,
Said, "You won't like his tack."

"You see, buddy boy,
Lord Janus is hiding
In a castle of Legend,
It's called Jahar Mythin.

It's far to the south,
I don't think you can get there.
You'd have to be flying,
It's floating on air!"

He said, "Ah, but my friend,
You forget I use magic,
And Janus has done
Something horribly tragic."

So off he went south,
He flew like a bird,
And all those who saw him,
They passed on the word.

"Terrikan's back again,
Hip Hip Hooray!"
And, "Maybe this time,
He's decided to stay!"

But our hero ignored them,
Attentive was he,
To his target, the evil
Lord Janus Kyree.

The lord saw him coming
And cowered in fear,
As all evils do when
Their betters are near.

They battled for days,
The Lord Janus and he,
But finally he won,
And was happy to leave.

Now back to the north he went,
Fast as can be,
To be with his loved one
For eternity.

Back at home, he arrived,
And looked 'round for his love
The house was rebuilt,
O'er the door sat a dove.

Then the door opened
And out she came, running
To hang on his neck,
Her eyes filled with loving

For hours they stood there
In each other's arms
And as the sun sank,
He thought this:

"I am home"

[Therin]

"the man"


The man walks down the side of the street. He is wearing a trenchcoat, black as the night around him, hanging just above the tops of his large, black boots. It is a warm night and he has unzipped his coat so that the bottom half billows and flaps about in the night breeze. His hair is long, held back at the base of his neck by two rubber bands, also black. He walks with the same deadly grace as a panther, totally relaxed, yet ready to spring into action in the blink of an eye. The man stops. Six men materialize out of the night in front of him, big men, guns in their hands, tattoos on their arms, chains hanging out of pockets in their scuffed jeans. They are bald. The man knows what they want and they know he knows what they want, but they tell him anyway, like some strange urban ritual. "your money or your life, bitch" says the lead punk. The others laugh dutifully at this gem of criminal humor, but the man remains silent. Seein that he has failed to scare the man into submission, thte lead punk moves on the plan B. Pointing his gun at the man's face, the lead punk says, "I'm gonna count to five. If I don't have got your money by then, I'm gonna pull the trigger...One...Two...Three..." the other punks fall silent, "...Four...Five!" The gun fires. The bullet never reaches the man. He doesn't even seem to move, but suddenly there is a three foot long, horizontal bar of green energybetween the man and the punk, emitted, along with a low hum, from a metal grip in the man's now out thrust fist. Moment of silence. Wide-eyed faces stare at the man in punk shock. Then they all start shooting. Three seconds later, six heads litter the sidewalk. The man stands on the other side of the now beheaded punks, his coat settling quickly to stillness. The beam sword recedes into its hilt with a soft hiss. There is no blood, wounds are instantly cauterized by the extreme heat of the blade. The man continues walking down the side of the street. A streetlight flickers.

~End

[Therin]

"…And on top of that", he says, "It will all be your Fault!"
I finally boil over. My anger, hatred, sadness go beyond knowledge or any attempt at description and I snap.
Before I know what I am doing, I find myself halfway towards him, sword in hand, running full tilt, faster than I have ever run before. I strike like a snake, but he knocks my sword aside. We are locked in combat; strikes, parries, counterstrikes, all go by too fast to think about them and yet I feel as if I'm standing in the doorway I came in through, watching us move through a room full of maple syrup with the cool detachment that always comes over me when I fight.
He fights with the same sort of methodical chaos as he always has. I think there is a rhythm or pattern in there somewhere but I have yet to find it. I bring to bear all the hard-won knowledge and skill I have gained in my five swordsman's apprenticeships, using every falter, every useful piece of terrain in the room to turn nearly every move I make into an attack.
I notice that he is holding back. Something is distracting him but I'll just have to worry about it when he decides to reveal it. Suddenly, he parries an attack, jumps back, and launches at me a ball of air so dense I can't see throught it.
I barely have time to jump out of the way, but then I can bring my own power into play. A slow-moving shockwave ripples out from my extended hand at power suddenly released. He's still standing there, why, I don't know, as cracks race through the floor toward him. At the last second, he disappears and I realize that I was just looking at an illusion created behind his ball of air. Now, as an apocalyptic pillar of fire roars up where "he" was standing, I have no idea where he is.
Pure instinct saves me. I duck and hear a sword whistle across the spot where my neck had been. I slash as I spin around but he's gone again. This time I can sense it before I see it. Lightning, but blacker than death, a void in the world of the living, snakes toward me. I dodge his first strike and block his second, then sear a line of hot-cold balefire across the spot where the lightning originated. He is overconfident and slowing, so I hit the edge of his light-shield. He flickers and appears, then runs at me and we lock in combat again. Suddenly I have an inspiration. I start reinforcing my sword with magic. Soon the air between us crackles as he senses what I am doing and begins to infuse his own sword with power. Both swords become saturated with raw magical power.
He is beginning to tire, only catching my strikes at the last minute now, so I press harder. As magic-laden as our swords are, just a little nick would turn either one of us into a smoking crater three miles wide. It is time to concentrate on myself. I have heard about wizards thousands of years ago who could "power up", or magically make themselves stronger. If I could do this, I could finally defeat him. I have another epiphany. What if I reinforce not myself, but my magical energy field!
Success! Suddenly I can't see my sword, it's moving so fast. I cut him in half from crotch to head, and his sword clatters to the floor, his two halves soon after.
I almost can't believe it's over.

[BWS-1]

Man, good thing you got that idea of bringing all those peices of work here. I'd have never known of them if it wasn't of that. Not that I don't like voodoomoose ... I just feel more home here then back THERE :err:

Good work!

[Sperrit]

Good stuff, man. You're pretty prolific. Keep it up! Can't wait to read more!

Join the Fun

[Therin]

I wouldn't quite say prolific because that stuff covers about two years :p

[Sperrit]

[Therin]

heheh

Thanks dude