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I've been making noises about starting a story thread for a while now, so thought I should finally get around to it. Mine is one of my 'sketches', which are rough drafts sparked by the turn of a child's cheek, or an old woman struggling with a grocery cart, or any other thing my subconscience might pick out of the deluge of daily life. I've been doing these for years and this is the one I did today... I wanted to make it BGII related and even started one based on my current party, but since it wasn't 'sparked' it petered off and wouldn't have been very good anyway. My hope is that people will post their stories here for all of us to enjoy. The disclaimer being: THIS IS NOT A CRITIC'S CORNER... PLEASE SHARE AND DON'T WORRY IF YOU THINK YOUR'S ISN'T VERY GOOD. Most writers think their own stuff isn't any good, especially new ones, but I want you all to overcome this and share your work...
Well, garsh http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/FRblush.gif here's mine... I hope it's not too depressing! ================== Lu was shocked to see them all around her bed when she woke up. The unforgiving light making their faces stark, blotched with imperfection. She wasn't surprised at all to be in the hospital. She had known that she would end up here. But the feeling of trepidation at seeing them all here overcame her relief at even waking up at all. This afternoon, when she first started to feel the pain in her chest... Was it this afternoon? Or yesterday? Or last week? She didn't know, only that the pain was gone and her discomfort now, other than what felt like a huge bandaid wrapped around her body and an IV needle in the back of her hand, was seeing her family looming above her like gross planets around a fluorescent sun. She quickly closed her eyes, not wanting them here... Wishing they would go away. "Mother!" Rosco hissed, his whisper a jarring sound against the mechanical beeps and clicks and 'whooshings' of the ICU machines, "Aunt Lu just opened her eyes! I saw it!" "Shush!" Rosilyn hissed back, and there was a muffled, "Thump!" that must've been her dear sweet sister whacking him on the head. "We're not supposed to wake her! She just got out of surgery, you stupid idiot!" Ah, dear Roz, Lu thought, struggling to maintain her 'I just got out of surgery and I'm still unconscious' look when a scowl threatened to dispell it. She had always disliked Rosilyn, even when they were kids. Really, come to think of it, she disliked them all. Except her niece, Marcy, that was. And, of course the grand and great-grand nieces and nephews. Her guess was, that's where Marcy was... Stuck out in the lobby with all the kids! "Mamma," Roscoe whispered again, "She's frowning! You think she's in pain?" "Ssshhhh!" Rosilyn answered with another, "Thump!" Poor Roscoe. Really he wasn't so bad. The main thing she disliked about him was the fact that, even though he was in his forties now, he still put up with that kind of treatment from his mother! Go away, she thought fiercely. GO AWAY! But they didn't. She didn't have to look to make sure. She could hear her brother Henry wheezing and SueAnne was cracking her knuckles. She didn't hear Bernie. He was the quiet one of the bunch... She decided Bernie wasn't so bad. They had been close as kids. Closer than she ever was to any of her other siblings, that is. And the nieces and nephews? Not! All except Marcy, that is. Lu felt the tiniest twinge in her chest as she stiffled a sigh. Must be some pretty powerful pain-killer juice they're pumping into me if I just got out of surgery! She was a little baffled by the heart-attack. Her doctor always gave her a 'thumbs up' on her ticker. She knew a lot about them, though. Her husband Milt had twelve before the last one finally killed him. Though that was seventeen years ago now, she still grieved for him. Every morning when she filled his squirrel-feeder, she weeped and berated herself for being a silly old woman! In a way, she realized, it was her fondness for him that had saved her life. Stupid old toaster! She thought, and now had to keep the smile from reaching her face. She had been meaning to get a new one for years now because the stupid thing didn't pop up on it's own, but she couldn't bear to part with it because it was Milt's last anniversary present to her. Just like a man, she thought fondly, kitchen equipment for anniversary presents! She had just laid out her new copy of Cosmopolitan and was going to glance through it while she waited to pop up her toast when the pain started. All she could do was go ahead and push down the lever before collapsing to the floor. Good thing it was sunny and she had all the windows open, and good thing Bernie had just come over last week to replace all the batteries in her smoke alarms (yah, she conceded, Bernie's not so bad). Still, she had lain there in agony, choking on toast smoke and cringing at the high pitched squealing for what had seemed eons before the neighbors came through the back door and called an ambulance. Her last memory before succumbing to blackness was the handsome young paramedic tenderly brushing her hair from her face and placing an oxygen mask over her mouth. Maybe she would hang onto the stupid toaster after all! "Folks?" A sweet young woman's voice said. Not one that she recognised. Must be the ICU nurse. "Folks? You'll have to leave now. Visiting hours are over." Yes! Lu thought, saying a little prayer of thanks to God or whoever. And a giggle finally broke through as her family was herded away. ------------------ http://www.crosswinds.net/~leezone/waveface2.gif [This message has been edited by LadyRae (edited 03-19-2001).] |
Ha! noelemaC! Thanks! Obviously she's too fiesty to give up and far braver than I would be in the same situation... As for the icky family, I don't know, as I'm very close to mine... Thanks for reading, now when are you gonna post one??? http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/ponder.gif
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Well what can I sy??
WOW is the first word though! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif Very good, please continue this one!!! noelemac.. hehe,this to prove you wrong!! Cheers! ------------------ http://www.najk.net/wolfgir/wolfie.gif Do electric wolves dream of electric sheep? |
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Very good story LadyRae! I liked it. http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif
I don't write at all. But I do read. http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/heee.gif So I hope others will post here too. This is a good idea. Maybe The.Relic will post something he's written here too? ------------------ http://www.paulbunyan.net/mnssc/redcelticdragon2.gif Take risks: If you win, you will be happy; if you lose, you will be wise. (new member of TLH) |
Just spotted this before I went to bed, glad I did! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif Superb stuff, hope there is more to come.
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First and foremost this tale is dedicated to my lovely http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...s/EEhearts.gif darling http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/tdo9.gif Princess LadyRae with whom I am admittedly smitten http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif . If it were not for her affection and kind and gentle persistence, I would never have reposted the story that led up to this. Secondly this tale is dedicated to my very dear Draconia, radiant http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/daisy.gif of the Dragons Realms, who's friendship means more to me than she will ever know. Hugs and smooches for you lovely friend.
This is a continuation of a tale that I previously reposted for my http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/tdo9.gif Princess, so some of the circumstances will not seem to bear significance to anything if you have not read the previous tale. This is also a rather dark tale, so I reccommend that you keep that in mind before you decide to read it, and I hope it will not be found offensive by anyone... New hope and rebirth....At what cost? Trel'ham wakened from a troubling dream, the cloying scent of fear was heavy in his chamber. Stifling the shivers that coursed through his body, he cast aside his apprehension, gathering his splendid raimants about himself. The air seemed heavy, different somehow, and he had trouble drawing breath. He placed the hand carved silver amulet with its strange burnished black orb as its centerpiece around his neck. It was the symbol of his Master's power and his station as head Chamberlain. His throat parched, Trel'ham took a sip of the stale dirty water from the bowl on his bedside table, before summoning the courage to unbolt his door and peer out into the dank torchlit hallway. His skin prickled and the hair on the back of his neck stood out as he cautiously left his room, making his way down the dim hall toward the descending worn stone staircase leading deep into the darker reccesses of his Master's lair. The dream had troubled him deeply, but he could recall no images, only a sinister malevolent presense reaching out, wrending him from his wretched slumber. Trel'ham could still feel its bone chilling embrace overpowering his mind, compelling him, he couldn't even be certain that his actions were even his own. He wanted to scream, he tried to scream, but the wail of fright was frozen in his constricted throat. he could only whimper as his numbed leaden feet drew him further down into darkness. The cold blackness was receeding, being gradually disperced by a haze of grey swirling mist. Within the strands of serpentine fog, indistinct featureless images seemed to draw near and then fade away before the shapes could take form or be grasped before they were gone. What was this place? there was no....no....anything....? Only awareness....Awareness of what? Much to Trel'ham's relief a trio of Demon Knights, his Master's bastion guard passed by seemingly unaware of his presense. Their ebony armor blending so well with the shadows that only the rustle of their equipment betrayed their passing. Trel'ham never wanted to be anywhere near these grotesque abominations. he had winessed the brutal rampages of these heartless, souless monsters while his Master looked on with morbid fascination and ferile benevolent approval. Unable to resist, Trel'ham finally came to a damp algae covered block wall whose offset flagstones were undulating and shimmering from a source of internal light. It was like looking at a calm pond after casting a stone into it beneath a full moon floating in a coal black sky. The walls rippling effect became more pronounced and searing bright light pierced its center, spiraling outward like the arms of the galaxies of stars that were beyond human sight, which his Master had shown him. Its turbulent pulsating surface seemed to draw inward on itself into a single burnished black point bearing an uncanny resemblance to the stone embedded in the medallion on his chest which he absentmindedly carressed with a trembling hand. The onyx orb expanded and the portion of the wall before him became opaque, then translucent, revealing an interior ward that Trel'ham had never known existed. The portal opened suddenly, its stone lined edges seemingly made of churning liquid. "I wouldn't touch that"! A faint powerful voice echoed within his skull with a rumbling force that filled him with dread. Trel'ham thrust his hand back down to his side, having been a mere hands breadth from touching the stones turgid fluid like rim. "Unless of course, you have no further need of that appendage". Cold hard laughter clutched his bowels like a vice, nearly causing his bladder to fail him. "Took you long enough"! His Master's voice was deep and resonant, carrying with it a quality that never ceased to inspire fear and intimidation. "Come now, don't be timid. I'm in a condescending mood tonight and I want you to witness this"! Trel'hams's Master was standing in the center of the oddly shaped chamber with his back towards his Chamberlain. Well he wasn't axactly standing, it was more like he was floating just above the polished floor, the toes of his boots not quite touching the intricate patterns engraved in its glazed surface. His arms were outstretched and his long white streaked raven black hair was feathered out, as if fluttering in a strong breeze that didn't exist. The golden clasp that normally bound it into a long ponytail lay in a smoldering bubbling pool beneath his feet. Tendrils of sparkling energy writhed and slithered, arcing along the contours of his body while serpentine tongues of flame skittered along his torso and limbs, but did not consume him. As if compelled by some unseen force Trel'ham entered the chamber, moving toward his Master. He was immediately overwhelmed by the presence and steanch of death, and the oppressive ferile energy which charged the air. Gruesome carved statues lined the walls, serving as pillars supporting a high vaulted ceiling. A magnificently hewn alter stood before the Master, upon which lay a corpse, mangled beyond recongition. As his master chanted in some strange dialect that Trel'ham had never heard, he watched in utter disbelief and awe inspired contrition as the twisted limbs realigned themselves. Exposed, crushed and shattered bones knit themselves back together, and torn and severed tendons and ligaments rejoined. He watched as shredded flesh repaired itself, leaving no scars, and before him lay the body of a beautiful woman. "Surely the damage is beyond even the capabilities of a Greater Restoration spell my Master"? He inquired reverantly, "Not even a Ressurrection spell could restore her life". "Ahhh... There is a spark of intelligence within even your simple mind", his Master stated matter of factly. "I thought so". Trel'ham nearly piddled himself with glee, this was high praise, high praise indeed and he basked in the safisfaction that his Master's compliment had given him. "You're quite right you know. Unfortunately, much darker and less widely known powers are required to bring her back". Trel'ham had never heard these tones in his Master's voice before. "But it is a price that she and I must pay, to give her back her life"! Though barely audible, his Master's voice was full of passion, remorse, and resignation. Before Trel'ham could ask who the lovely maiden had been, his Master began uttering strange gutteral incantations in another unfamiliar language. There were other disembodied awarenesses here, among the swirling fog and mists. Vague memories and reccolections. A hazy, shifting almost recongnizable shape formed, and awareness felt love for it. "Love", awareness considered, strange and yet, familiar. The more awareness concentrated on love, the more the image that awareness was focusing on took on shape and then features. Yes, love was definately associated with this vaporial figure, so she concentrated even harder on bringing this form to clarity. "Hmmm...", awareness refferred to itself as "She", there was no puzzlement this time. She knew that She was, and that She loved this evolving image. It was a handsome being, but it seemed to be encased in some sort of shiny substance. The being smiled at her. She knew that She was strong and powerful, but that smile from this being made her feel... weak... vulnerable... pleasure... need... The sensations flooding her awareness were wonderful, even somewhat scary... But She knew that She truly loved this being. The ghoulish effigies engraved in the floor began to glow as Gael'eSin's booming basso voice rose higher and higher. Trel'ham was certain beyond any doubt, that his Master was uttering incantations in at least four different tongues and dialects simultaneously, even though he knew that such a thing was impossible. The efficacy of the highy charged energy streams and the intense heat from the flames that engulfed his Master but did not harm him drove Trel'ham back against a wall. Shadowy wraiths rose up out of the glowing engravings on the surface of the polished flagstones surrounding the alter, enveloping the lovely nubile woman who lay upon it. After a few moments her body began to tremble, and Trel'ham mashed his fists against his ears as his Master's voice rose to a painful crescendo. The blazing enery and flame that ensconced Gael'eSin coalesced, arching forward, striking the woman just above and between her breasts, flaring outward, forming a shimmering cacoon around her. Muscles spasming, her hands clenched into fists, and her feet and toes flexing against the padded bonds that secured her to the alter, she lunged violently upward. Trel'ham feared that the maidens spine would snap in two as she hung, seemingly suspened in the air above the alter with only her bonds binding her to terra firma. Finally her chest heaved as she drew in breath and then eyes wide and seeing, she exhaled with a wail that seemed to last an eternity before sagging down on the alter exhausted and alive. Gael'eSin slumped to his knees having expended nearly all of his considerable powers accomplishing the complex sequence of long lost and forbidden spells. Alarmed, Trel'ham tore his eyes away from the lovely sleeping woman, rushing to his Master's side. "Don't worry about me you simpering rodent", Gael'eSin croaked. "Cover her quickly and release her bonds"! Trel'ham hurriedly did his Master's bidding. By the time that he had finished unfastening the straps that had bound her wrists and ankles securely, Gael'eSin was already carefully lifting her up in his arms and making his way toward the portal. "Come along, we have much to do"! Trel'ham was amazed at his Master's recuperative abilities as he hurried to catch up with him. The portal closed behind them as they passed through, seeming just like any other section of the wall. Trel'ham had the feeling that he wouldn't want to have been in the way when the portal was deactivating. "And before you annoy me with your prattling, she is my daughter"! The revelation was staggering to Trel'ham. "And the fool responsible for her death will pay"! Gael'eSin's voice was barely a livid whisper, laced with horrible menace, and dripping with venom. "Dearly"! The image began to change shape, grieving, her awareness reached out to grasp it as it resolidified. She experienced joy when She realized that He was still there, but something was not right. He was lying down, sort of, and the smile that lit up her awareness was gone. He seemed injured... anguished... in pain... Something was protruding from the side of his shiny shell... no, armor, it was armor... The thick curved hook was pinning him down and there was red around the place where it was sticking in. She ached inside terribly because of this and She gazed deeply into his eyes, startled to realize that He too was gazing into hers at that precise moment. She knew now that She had not been alone, and that He loved her dearly as well, but He had been afraid to tell her so. Memories began flooding into her awareness, and She new that She needed to get back to him, but how could She? She remembered a violent battle... Her love struck down but still alive... There had been a terrible pressure, a weight that seemed to be crushing her, and they could not help each other... Only gaze lovingly into each others eyes. She knew that She had a name... it was... it... seemed like music when he spoke it... Yes it... Her name is Sav... Something was pulling her... Dragging her away... Nooooooo... She screamed out in the silence... My love... My name... Is Sav... but it was gone, as he was gone, like the wispy mists. She was plummeting through a dark abyss, then as if passing through a shroud, She could see into a strange, dimly lit room. There was a man there, wreathed in fire and lightning. He stood before an alter of some kind, and on the alter lay the body of a beautiful woman. Her body... She, knew it, as she passed into it. Then there was pain, indescribable pain, but she knew that she was whole again before she fell asleep. Waking from a fitful slumber, Ceer'Ghan rose up thrashing in his bed screaming, "Saavoooniaaa....Savonia"! He had felt her, he knew that she had been here. Smitten by http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/blitz1.gif [This message has been edited by The.Relic (edited 03-19-2001).] [This message has been edited by The.Relic (edited 03-19-2001).] [This message has been edited by The.Relic (edited 03-20-2001).] |
Oh my sweet http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/tdo9.gif darling Princess, that is absolutely SUPERB... MAGNIFIQUE... http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/cheer.gif
I could never write anything like that, compared to yours mine is childish. Scuffs toe... feeling like he should probably delete his piece of junk. I love your story, unlike mine, it is so realistic. Please tell me there will be more..PUUULEEEEAAAAZZZZEEEE !! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif Smitten By http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/blitz1.gif [This message has been edited by The.Relic (edited 03-19-2001).] |
<font size="+3">Oh! My Prince!</font>
And she trembled with her awe and admiration of him. Your words make it real!!! Wow and <font size="+3">WOW!!!!!!!</font> ------------------ http://www.crosswinds.net/~leezone/waveface2.gif [This message has been edited by LadyRae (edited 03-19-2001).] |
Relic! Oh, my! I'm afraid that now I am smitten!!!
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Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, OH MY GOODNESS http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/sister.gif
Smitten.. You darling http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...s/EEhearts.gif LadyRae ? Only just now http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/rand.gif HE HE ! I can deal with that http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif Smitten by http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/blitz1.gif |
Being totally enamored, bewitched, charmed, impressed, and entranced by is not quite smitten by, dear heart! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif
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http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif If I had half an inkling as to what most of those high falootin words meant http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/ponder.gif my dearest http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/tdo9.gif LadyRae...
But I do know when I have been well and truly blessed, and you are definately "The real deal" http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif Can this old Kensai steal a kiss from such a radiant http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/daisy.gif such as yourself http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/rand.gif You really like it that much, I had real reservations about it? You know I put it here because this is where it belongs... Smitten by http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/blitz1.gif [This message has been edited by The.Relic (edited 03-19-2001).] |
Kiss me and kiss me and <font size="+3">kiss</font> me and... Oh, my!!! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif
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Oh my, Oh OH MY... http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...smiles/eek.gif
I'm going to faint with pleasure http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif But PUULEEEAAAZZZZEEEEE.... Don't stop http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif me http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifrool: Smitten by http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/blitz1.gif [This message has been edited by The.Relic (edited 03-20-2001).] |
My, dearest, meet me back at the Inn... Ahem, they're wanting to read more stories! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/LLkiss.gif
For Relic's first story go here to the bottom of the spam-sea... http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif ------------------ http://www.crosswinds.net/~leezone/waveface2.gif |
Dear friends http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif in your precense I feel humble and like a fluttering firefly racing the sun! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif
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I have some storied, but I am embarrased to post them after what I have read here...
Great work from all! I love the descriptions you give Relic, it really generates images in my head. I will leave you two love birds to it I guess http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif ------------------ http://kung_lao.tripod.com/1.gif "Watch your back" - Sylent Master Thief of the OHF |
The.Relic: Wow! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...smiles/wow.gif
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Sylent, post you stories! PUULEEEAAAZZZZEEEEE!!! Awww, noelemaC, I'm sorry my little story thread put you through all that! Can you maybe write us a new one if you can't find any? Everybody, this is not a contest! Please post your stories! As I said before, almost all writers think their own stuff stinks! I thought so about my little ditty and Relic thought so about his... And just look at all the complements we've gotten! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/FRblush.gif http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/xyxwave.gif
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ok, here is a little story I wrote a long time ago (3 years), its sort of a comedy type thing, but maybe some of you will enjoy it...
I first gained consciousness when I was poured into a separate section, away from the other huge pool of burning metal. In the next few days I began to take shape. When I was finished a wooden handle was stuck and glued into my base, not the most pleasant experience. I was then moved to a storage building and left there until I would be taken away. It was then in that storage building that like all the other axes, I learned to talk. We were all restricted from having a decent conversation because to talk, someone needed to come in and bang us on something. It was very hard to learn, because you had to make a different sound for every different thing you were banged against. I got used to it though, and became a fluent speaker of the great axe speech, which dated back to the very first time an axe was used, many thousands of years ago. I was a proud axe and felt ready to face anything I was thrown at. The next few days passed in much the same way, the irregular and hard to follow conversation continuing on for as long as a week if necessary. I heard many tales of axes who had done great things in their lifetime, axes who had felled massive trees in a single swing, truly a wonder of strength and craftsmanship. When my time came to be taken to the next storage shed, I felt very excited, hoping to meet one of these such axes. The storage shed was nothing like I had imagined, I had heard so much about it that I built up this picture in my head, it unfortunately didn’t match up to that picture. It turned out that I had just missed an ancient axe who had been taken away to where ever it was that axes went when their time was up. There were still a lot of axes in the shed and the conversation never stopped. The first few days were the hardest because I was hung by my handle, blade first. This made it hard to do much; I was constantly lightheaded and totally dizzy. After a few days though I got used to it. The next time a human came in to test take one of us away, he picked me up and banged me against his hand, it was warm, and I felt that I wanted this human to take me away, I was ready to be bashed and bruised to my limits. The human looked at the other axes for a few more minutes before he returned to me and took me to the front desk. When we (the human and I) arrived at his house, he placed me on a hard wood table. On the table there were some foul smelling objects which were neatly arranged in a wooden bowl. I was amazed to see the human and his companion eating these with apparent delight. Whilst they were eating, I thought of how I would really enjoy some fresh wood. I wasn’t desperate however, I could go for months without a meal if I had to. Once they had finished eating, I was taken to a pile of dead logs. Yuck, and I was expected to eat them, no thanks. I was eager to impress the human though, so I ate the wood. It wasn’t a very good warm up for what was ahead of me. Once I had reluctantly eaten my way through the out of date pile of wood, I moved along to another pile, which much more satisfactory. The next few days passed in much the same way, I even got used to the off smelling food the humans ate. A few weeks later, things were becoming regular and boring, I got into a routine, chop wood, chop wood, chop wood etc. It came as a surprise when I was thrown into the back of the truck. I wondered what could be going on. I found out about half an hour later. I smelt the forest from about a mile before we actually entered it. The smell was rich and I could only hope I would get to taste some fresh wood. I didn’t get any fresh wood though, because the humans only wanted dead trees. While in the forest I was working with a lot of other axes and it was good to have a chat with them. When the humans went off for lunch, I just lay there on the ground, and when they drive off without me I just lay there. When what had happened dawned on me I thought I would cry, but before I could, I saw that I wasn’t the only axe to be left behind. For the next few weeks the other axe and myself were just laying there staring at each other. It rained a bit, and I got wet, though it didn’t ease the hunger that had began to grow from deep in my handle. I could have lasted for another couple of months before I began to rot, though I still felt the need for sap on my face. It was at the end of these two weeks that some other humans came along and found us. I saw right away that these humans were a lot nicer, because the first they bashed me against a tree, the tree they bashed me against was alive! When I had eaten myself past feeling sick, the humans took myself and my new found friend away with them. I then proceeded to live moderately happy, for ever after... Well thats it... please come back and read it Relic! ------------------ http://kung_lao.tripod.com/1.gif "Watch your back" - Sylent Master Thief of the OHF |
I write too as a hobby - anyone remember the Telehan and Phoenix ruby/
Well..........I currently have a web site with a play related to Bg2 and it's er...... OH FORGET IT!! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif Nice stories! PS - Doncha try ta give em the link Melusine!! LOL ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
Sylent! It's good! Inanimate objects are hard to charatorize because they're... well, inanimate. But you pull it off! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif So, Wah, when do we see one from you??? http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif
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My tale of how I came to be here, in this inn is a odd one, my friend, but I shall tell you it.
The rain beat down upon me was I watched the raging battle. I never knew how it started as it raged when I came to see the world around me and I thought it would rage still once I had died, yes in the short time I lived I came to much of death, I saw his icy hands take many innocents and felt their blood fall on me much as the rain did. I probably will never knew who the two combaters were or why they were fighting but they made me what I am today. They were mages both and they cared little for those caught up in their little war but I did, so I acted and reached up to them, I took one by surprise, taking him in my arms I threw the mage to the ground and he lay still. The other was more of a challenge and he unleashed fire at me as I approached, the pain was intense, I could feel my self slipping away, but I never gave up and threw myself on top of him, by flaming body smothering his and as I was swallowed by blackness, I felt joy, I stopped them from harming anyone else. I do not know how long I lay sleeping but I woke to find myself here, and saw people walking around me talking. I began to realise that I was smaller now, that most of my body was gone, I guess it had be dead, but I was re-grown from a piece of me that survived. Then you came and starting speaking to me Gabe and you know the rest." [Author note:] This is just something that came to me as a small ideal, and was fleshed out here, it may not be any good but I wanted to share it. ------------------ http://www.angelfire.com/yt2/gabe/images/angel In the memory of a friend. [This message has been edited by Gabriel (edited 03-20-2001).] |
Gabriel! Nice word pictures! Can we have more??? http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif
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NO hahahahah!
Well I have one I'm working on but it not ready yet. [Edited at the request of ladyRea.] sorry. [This message has been edited by Gabriel (edited 03-21-2001).] |
I like your story Gabriel!
I would like to see some more too! I stayed home from school today, and decided to write a little history for my BG2, OHF character "Sylent", it turned out pretty interesting, to make up a story behind the nickname! ------------------ http://kung_lao.tripod.com/1.gif "Watch your back" - Sylent Master Thief of the OHF [This message has been edited by sylent (edited 03-21-2001).] |
Um, Gabriel, could you edit your post and add just a few spaces to your haha's and cure this page of 'Scrolly Post Syndrome'??? This one is too tired to have to scroll back and forth ( and back and forth!) to read... (pretty please???) http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif
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Sorry LadyRea http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif
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Gabes, you are a true angel! Thanks! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif
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<font size="-3">bumpsie</font> http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif
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The sky was clear and shone with the beauty of a million stars and it was on this night that the darkest evil befell a small village.
There were a few people in this village; most knew each other like family and in the market place that trouble started. The words of one, reached ears of another, but the meaning of the words did not. So stories spread like wild fire, the words of the first twisted by the ears and mouths of others. The words changed, growing darker, their meaning lost, the subject changed, soon they become spoken by others about others and the tension grew. It was in the inn of this village that the fire became a inferno, when the words fuelled by ale became actions, punches thrown, wounds opened that would never heal and then silence. The sun rose and fell and rose again before any words were spoken, but what once spoken from the heart, of joy and fun was now spoken of the mind, each thing thought out and if repercussions or misunderstandings might be made from them, the words were not spoken. Soon the village grew quiet, no words were spoken, even between spouses and friends, and the people vanished leaving for fear of saying the wrong thing. The magic of the village was gone, it stands now barren but I didn't see its death, for I was one of the few that left but not in fear of words, but in anger at the silence [This message has been edited by Gabriel (edited 03-21-2001).] |
Gabriel, amen to that! Very nice!
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LadyRae, I sorry to say that I don't think your signature is working, as it appears yo me to be a red cross in a box and not the smiley picture that looks so nice.
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Yeah, thanks Gabe. That whole site (my extra downloads page) seems to be inaccessible http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif I hope my using that email account didn't kill their server http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/crying.gif Darn that 'Evil Email Kharma'!
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The woods surrounding the camp were quiet, the shadows of the trees danced in the flicking flame of the campfire. Two figures sat watching the fire, one was squat and it hands never left the sword in his lap, its brown eyes darted into the shadows every few seconds. The other was taller, and its green eyes were staring at a book in it hands. “Gads boy, what do you expect to learn staring at that book all night?”
“It a book on swordplay, it is written by Jon Tailhuffer himself.” “Bah, he was a halfing, what do they know of fighting.” “Tailhuffer was only the best halfing swordsman in Lusken.” “Bah!” “Well I reading it anyway and when I save your beardless self from another Gnoll with it, you be thankful I did.” “The only way you save me is when the beast starts laughing at you swinging your sword around like a lunatic.” The small figure muttered. “Alright you two get some sleep.” A third figure said stirring it self from the place were it had laid. It was Mordin, the groups second in command. He was a human in his late twenty, with a scared face that only highlighted his piecing blue eyes. Mordin was a warrior-priest of Gond and carried numerous useful devices in pockets around and hidden in his armour. “Me and Grosn will keep watch until morning.” With hardy a word in response the two figures lay down and drifted off to sleep. As the sun rose into the sky, the five figures prepared to leave their camp. They donned their armours and checked their weapons. The tall figure watched his companions in silence; it had been nearly two months since the day he first the met them. When he fought beside them to stop a tribe of orcs who had been attacking nearby village and who had slaughtered his family. Afterwards he had no place to go, so they took him and he became a part of the group but he was no longer the youth they took in. He had developed the harsh orc nature that was his heritage and discovered his gifts. He was gifted with the ability to speak with the dead and the power of a scosser, both gifts from the elven bloodline of his father. “Jadon, are you going to stand there all day, come on.” It was Grosn, he stood just less than eight feet tall, clad in his hand made armour and had his great hammer slung across his back. Grosn was the son of an ogre mage but had turned from the normal course of his people by becoming a druid and now leads this band of adventures. With a nod Jadon picks up his pack and moves to join them. The sun was just crossing it highest point when they discovered the Gnoll hideout, it was a cave that seemed to rise up out of a flat piece of ground and its entrance had a large iron bound door. “Okay, Jadon and Daris you head around back. Mordin check it for traps and see if you can open it, I watch your back.” Jadon moved out first, moving around to the left of the mound, with a gance over his shoulder he looked at his dwarven companion, he stood just under five feet tall and held a sword in each of his hands. Unlike other of his kind he was clean-shaven, clamming that his gnomish bride like him that way. He was by far the oldest of the group at nearly three hundred winters, and his hair had turn to slivery grey. As they rounded the back of the mound they found it empty and with a joint shrug headed back around. “Nothing back there, you think these dogs would keep better watch!” Daris muttered as they reached the front. “ It strikes me odd, a mound in a otherwise plain field that has a door, but no guards.” Jadon added. “Yes, it stinks of magic doesn’t it? I got the door unlocked, not a single trap on it.” “Okay people, prepare yourselves for anything, if these beast think they don’t need protection they are either stupid or believe that they can handed anything that comes. ” The others of the group fell to the sides of the door as Grosn used the butt of his hammer to open it only to find the dangerous end of a loaded crossbow or five facing him. “Oh….” click [This message has been edited by Gabriel (edited 03-24-2001).] |
My seeing all these wonderful stories does my old heart good.
PUULLLLEEEEEAAAAAZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEE keep posting them http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif Smitten by http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/blitz1.gif |
As Requested by LadyRae, here is my opener for my story now posted in the correct thread.
The wind tore across the barren landscape, raising the dust in little eddies, and the sun bore down relentlessly on the lone, hunched figure, who struggled through the arid land. The man was not in his usually environment, he was far from home but was driven by the desire to to fulfil his duty, and to keep his word. The man was a Paladin, on a quest to seek out a distant evil that threatened his town, his home and his friends. The Paladin, named Sir Tainly, had set out of his quest accompanied by fellow knights of the order, but now only he remained, disease, misfortune and enemy action had taken their savage toll. The evil he sought was an old mage who dwelt far away from prying eyes, safe in his desert location, but from where he could command his hordes to wreak havoc among the towns and villages of the Vale. Sir Tainly knew this of this location, and that was his one advantage, others hads known but death had been the price of their knowledge. The Paladin had spent months gathering his intelligence, and those that had sought to withhold it from him had paid for their folly in blood. The mage, in his arrogance had not seen fit to destroy the remaining paladin, beleiving that without his comrades he would be no threat to the mage with powerful dark magics. ------------------ http://website.lineone.net/~swhite10...ile/knight.gif http://angelfire.com/rpg/castletainly/gifs/ps3.gif Holy Avenger of the OHF Your ad here? Call 112 -221 -123 |
*sigh* I've always hated short stories because they end once they have 'hooked' me into caring about the characters and storyline. http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/crap.gif
Give me a 500 page novel anytime! (uh... as long as it's a well-written good story that is) http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/heee.gif You all write so well. I'll try to be patient (looks in Sir_Tainly's direction)about finding out 'what happens next'. http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/tongue.gif ------------------ http://www.paulbunyan.net/mnssc/redcelticdragon2.gif Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and good with ketchup. (Skald, dragon trainer, & member of The Laughing Hyenas) |
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