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12-27-2007, 06:51 AM | #1 |
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IC novel: He who has returned (part I)
My eyes...
I almost forgot... The sand, the treacherous cliffs, the rage of the beasts... and the sun... my beloved land, place of my ancestors and ground of heroic alliances, home of the bloodthirsty Ignean races. How long have I dwelled in the lost palaces of exile, me, the proud son of the Inumata, the finest Altaruk's Esquilos hunters, The Sons of the Burning Wind, was it a year? No, not as much but... it seems for far too long. Somehow I feel strange, or is it Ignis that is different? I do not see friendly faces, has it all been lost to the clutches of time? The legends of our land, whom I proudly served, are they gone? Have we been invaded? Is Menirah at the hands of the horned goats, is Samal at the hands of those HERETICS, blasted... I failed. I sworn to protect my land, to bring death upon our enemies, to dedicate my talents to the master of my clan... but... no, we have not been invaded... there is a chance but... I cannot. I feel my hands tremble while I head to my modest hut... the door is still closed, for Gothos, everything is in it's proper place, quickly... yes... my closest friends are still here... the Death Pact and the Doombringer... "one long and one short, when properly used can slash the thickest of the horned goats" used to say my father... yes... my dead father... I feel it again, my blood boils with the rage of the Ignean winds, I WANT WAR, I WANT A PREY, I WANT TO HUNT THOSE GOATS DOWN AND BRING DEATH UPON THE HERETICS... But I cannot Not yet, first I must learn again... so much has been forgotten, and I cannot be the mockery of these young fools, not me, once one of the finest Regnum hunters (although few have survived to acknowledge it!). I must learn The Ways: The Way of The Burning Wind: only heretics and dwarfs use the ways of the wind to evade battle, cockroaches without honor that seek to deceive their written destinies, to be crushed by the might of the Ignean Army. The Way of the Burning Wind is to use the wind to bring death upon our mortal enemies striking them at the speed of a thought, the last of their filthy lives. The Way of the Pathfinder: what is of a hunter if he doesn't find his prey? He becomes the hunted. And there is no greater dishonor to a Ignean hunter then to be caught by surprise by a goat or an heretic! The Way of The Beast: Frequently overpowered by what truly is, to use stupid and minor beings to do the work of a resourceful hunter, engage war. But I'm not as fool as I seem, even I think that this Way prove his worth in battle, although not bringing much honor upon his master. I rather use a Molok Barbarian... they are not that different from Tol-Tars. The Way of the DeathPact: Using a long bow might be a trademark from a marksmen, but is also the Way of the expert hunter, when a hunter bleeds for the first time his prey there isn't much doubt about the outcome, the delicious aroma from the blood of our enemies is a scent that we are used to follow... and track until the job is done. The Way of the DeathBringer: It is true that the hammer of a barbarian goat only needs to strike once, but it is also true that between the time that a mindless barbarian raises his weapon and the time he takes to strike it down we have already recovered our arrows from his corpse. The Way of the Trickster: It is undoubtedly a form of art, one that I much esteemed. There is no greater pleasure then hacking the face of an enemy with a mighty blow and count his teeth from our fist, or confuse a conjurer in the thick of a battle and see him abandoning his fellow comrades or even, surprise, to ambush a barbarian when he runs against his enemy and take a picture while he lays down merciless. But to suddenly strike a knight, well, lets say that it makes them believe that hell exists. These are the ways that I must master once again, and this time I must master them all (no young fool will laugh at me, I stil have a trick or two). Then perhaps I can rejoin the clan and ask mercy from Master Twix for abandoning my post, then perhaps I can rejoin Master Tiamat, Master Zordak, Master Hollowpoint, Master Froste (with an "e"), Master Gpomal (he would laugh at my inability to properly use a longbow), Master Maxwell and Master Boger in their bloodthirsty, paindeliviring hunts. Perhaps I may be able to engage war side by side again with Master Legolas, Master Mario, Master Icarus, Master Demon and Master Nazgul... perhaps. They might be dead already, there were legendary foes in my time... Perhaps my name will be once again whispered in the mountains of the frozen North, a name that was said to be the name of death, a name that rallied countless parties in a vain attempt to convert the hunter in a prey. Perhaps the forests of the south will tremble again before me, I whom carried the burning Ignean winds at my feet will again drink the blood of those who casted the true learnings and exiled our people in the Dune Sea. In time... But enough of these considerations, it's time to spill some blood.
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The sound of the Gion Shōja bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the sāla flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind. -- Chapter 1.1 of The Tale of Heike, Helen Craig McCullough's translation |
12-27-2007, 10:43 AM | #2 |
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wow im stunned. I wont even try to write on that level.
Sadly Hollowpoint and Froste stopped playing. Duo too i think. You are welcome back among the circle of The Immortal Legend of course. I send you a PM with further details |
12-28-2007, 04:56 AM | #3 |
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12-28-2007, 04:12 PM | #4 |
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Hey this could be made into an awesome page for the regnum comic
*pokes piz*
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12-28-2007, 08:29 PM | #5 |
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oh my...awsome dude!awsome!!!!althought u didnt put my name with the other masters
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