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Killing Spree · 12-20-2002, 12:05 PM

Locked Away

How far you'll travel,
How far you'll grow,
For all to fade away,
How far you'll wander,
How far you'll press,
To smile at death each day.

I stand in wonder,
Watch you journey,
Through trials thick and gray,
As you plunder,
And pry asunder,
All that is locked away.

You're curious,
Young,
Naive,
Your will shall never bend
This adventerous personality,
Might lead you to your end.

Intriguing,
Seducing,
Worn,
Weathered,
And fey,
Call to arms,
Your greatest charms,
Or in blood you will pay.

Reality,
Harsh and cold,
May finally take its toll.
Then you'll grow gray,
And fade away,
And die as you are told.

Though ache and toil,
Appear to be,
The closest of your friends,
Remember now,
That you are strong,
And that every nightmare ends.
-Spree
(No making fun of my poetry! [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

Here are the current players. [img]smile.gif[/img] If any of them die, their spots will be open, just so ya know.

[*]Ar-Cunin, as Carth Sehar the human fighter
[*]Sir Exxon, as Turgon the elven sorcerer
[*]Dark Angel, as Lurin Yeven the elven ranger
[*]Lord Starshadow, as Pathris the elven rogue
[*]Skydracgrrl, as Skye the half-elven bard

*Ar-Cunin [img]smile.gif[/img] I'm assuming you saw my post on the joining thread. Since you'll be out, I think it will work better if we incorperate your character into the story after you get back.

There is 1 more spot left as of this point. If you are interested in it, or asked for one before and never gave me any stats [img]tongue.gif[/img] , then please PM me.

Turgon, Lurin, and Pathris

Three figures, completely and utterly comatose in this shadowed part of the world. Not a wise place to take a nap. But then again it wasn't exactly their choice to slumber here. In all truth, it wasn't even their choice to slumber. It was a poisoned sleep, a numb sleep, a shivering sleep, a darkness filled with nightmares and eerie whispers that crawled through each of their minds like insects of a thousand legs. Some were inaudible, creepy wisps of wind. But others forcefully pronounced their creed. They all heard the same cryptic messages flowing through their unconscious bodies:

"Always alone."
"Stay here forever."
"Sleep, maybe forget to wake up. Better that way."
"Mine. Mine. Mine. Your death is mine."
"No, death for us all."
"We shall see."
"It kills..."
Lurin was the first to snap from these fiendish voices, a cold sweat over him. Then as if a cord had been cut from him, Turgon fell forward from his slouched position, breathing heavily. Finally Pathris awoke, raising himself to a crouch, shivering profusely. Each of them in turn surveyed their situation. Any equipment they had owned before was no longer with them, and it was the last thought on their minds. Each of them was clad in simple tunics and slacks, in dusty shades of black and gray. This was all they had.

Looking about the prison, each of you notice individually that you have no God-given clue where you are or why you were brought here. All three of you are in the same room. It's fairly small, cell sized, rather dark. There's only one torch on the wall, which flickers sickly. It illuminates the room in a thin light which casts grey shadows all about the corners of the cell. There is a pile of dirty blankets in the corner where Pathris had been sleeping, and a splash of dried blood across the wall Turgon had been leaning against. Shackles are bolted to the floor near Lurin's feet, though none of you are constrained in such a matter. You notice a large metal door, and finally, eachother. Three strangers in an unwelcoming place none have you has ever seen. What to do?

[ 01-07-2003, 08:10 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]

12-20-2002, 12:05 PM	#1
Killing Spree Mephistopheles Join Date: July 11, 2001 Location: The Ashes Age: 37 Posts: 1,427	Locked Away How far you'll travel, How far you'll grow, For all to fade away, How far you'll wander, How far you'll press, To smile at death each day. I stand in wonder, Watch you journey, Through trials thick and gray, As you plunder, And pry asunder, All that is locked away. You're curious, Young, Naive, Your will shall never bend This adventerous personality, Might lead you to your end. Intriguing, Seducing, Worn, Weathered, And fey, Call to arms, Your greatest charms, Or in blood you will pay. Reality, Harsh and cold, May finally take its toll. Then you'll grow gray, And fade away, And die as you are told. Though ache and toil, Appear to be, The closest of your friends, Remember now, That you are strong, And that every nightmare ends. -Spree (No making fun of my poetry! [img]tongue.gif[/img] ) Here are the current players. [img]smile.gif[/img] If any of them die, their spots will be open, just so ya know. []Ar-Cunin, as Carth Sehar the human fighter []Sir Exxon, as Turgon the elven sorcerer []Dark Angel, as Lurin Yeven the elven ranger []Lord Starshadow, as Pathris the elven rogue []Skydracgrrl, as Skye the half-elven bard Ar-Cunin [img]smile.gif[/img] I'm assuming you saw my post on the joining thread. Since you'll be out, I think it will work better if we incorperate your character into the story after you get back. There is 1 more spot left as of this point. If you are interested in it, or asked for one before and never gave me any stats [img]tongue.gif[/img] , then please PM me. Turgon, Lurin, and Pathris Three figures, completely and utterly comatose in this shadowed part of the world. Not a wise place to take a nap. But then again it wasn't exactly their choice to slumber here. In all truth, it wasn't even their choice to slumber. It was a poisoned sleep, a numb sleep, a shivering sleep, a darkness filled with nightmares and eerie whispers that crawled through each of their minds like insects of a thousand legs. Some were inaudible, creepy wisps of wind. But others forcefully pronounced their creed. They all heard the same cryptic messages flowing through their unconscious bodies: "Always alone." "Stay here forever." "Sleep, maybe forget to wake up. Better that way." "Mine. Mine. Mine. Your death is mine." "No, death for us all." "We shall see." "It kills..." Lurin was the first to snap from these fiendish voices, a cold sweat over him. Then as if a cord had been cut from him, Turgon fell forward from his slouched position, breathing heavily. Finally Pathris awoke, raising himself to a crouch, shivering profusely. Each of them in turn surveyed their situation. Any equipment they had owned before was no longer with them, and it was the last thought on their minds. Each of them was clad in simple tunics and slacks, in dusty shades of black and gray. This was all they had. Looking about the prison, each of you notice individually that you have no God-given clue where you are or why you were brought here. All three of you are in the same room. It's fairly small, cell sized, rather dark. There's only one torch on the wall, which flickers sickly. It illuminates the room in a thin light which casts grey shadows all about the corners of the cell. There is a pile of dirty blankets in the corner where Pathris had been sleeping, and a splash of dried blood across the wall Turgon had been leaning against. Shackles are bolted to the floor near Lurin's feet, though none of you are constrained in such a matter. You notice a large metal door, and finally, eachother. Three strangers in an unwelcoming place none have you has ever seen. What to do? [ 01-07-2003, 08:10 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]