Date Sun Mar 14 1999
Effigy of Lordcrys
Found on a tombstone in front of a freshly dug open grave:
- Once a friend to many,
- Noble and Pure,
- Now crazy and corrupt with power,
- Soul like a sewer.
- May he rest in eternal
- torment, reserved
- for only those who
- bite the heads off small fuzzy creatures and pull the wings off butterflies.
Date Fri Mar 5 1999
An old man carrying a sword that looks so ancient you suspect it ought to be in a museum todders up to you and taps you on the shoulders, you turn
and he is about to ask you something when a young warrior, concentrating on trying to work out how to use a wand, bumps into you. The old man moves
with surprising speed, grabbing the wand and making a small movement with his thumb, a huge fireball erupts and the young warrior collapses on the
ground in a charred heap.
"Pah! Young'ns these days, 'em don't have no respect! 'em jus run aroun killin' an bleedin an dyin' an makin' messes on da groun fa me
ta clean up, We don' think too much of the youn's. No Respect we tells ya, 'em standin up ta big hmm huge warriors an bein disrespecful, jus
'cos 'em don't care 'bout dyin! Pah! We's seen better days we has, when great warriors 'em have only two or three deaths on 'em big total!
An wiv less levels an spells too! We am thinkin youn'ns is pathetic! And scare us man, 'em youn'ns, 'em bein disrespectful to da GODS! 'em youn'ns
in fer big shock, mortals may hmmm forget 'bout how to be real men, but hmm GODS FORGET NOTHING. HA! me got rubber boots now
hmmm waitin' for dem thunderbolts..smell 'em in da air hmm HA!
Recall hmm corpse, HA! In real days, 'em big bad warriors beat their way back to their corpse, thro fire and torment, wiv bare hands! youn's
these days big soft pah!. Aww poor kid roun here recent like lost big sword, him whine big time,
now, not at We blame him none, not good feelin' losin good thing, but him shoulda been man about it, no go
argue, argue for wimpy merchant. Him shoulda go beat crap outta guy. Hell, him friends shoulda go beat crap
out, take big bad sword back, or money or clothin, make him walk roun' naked HA! sight to see. 'em youn's not figure, all fair in love an' war,
and dis be war baby.
HA! times a changin tho, like yas can smell da spring a comin' from midwinter, sose we can smell da wheel comin' in circle, We not
comment on what 'em GODS is thinkin', but life a down here pretty static hmm now,
Sha'dar kill hmmm Brother, Valheru hmm stand on fence, HA! soon 'em fences goin', soon all things hmmm change. Yes
we see excitement returnin' to hmm the realm, chaos an confusion is a comin, yup, chaos an confusion.
Which hmmm remin' me a what I askin ya first up, which way to hmm..the armory? I gotta get me this here sword
hmm..sharpened. dark things a comin...dark things."
You point him off to the armory and he wanders off, muttering about signs and making rude noises about the ability of the young to handle
Date Thu Mar 4 1999
I know that a lot of you must be curious about where I came from. I arrived so suddenly in St. Helen's for a reason which as yet I
have told nobody. I have decided to post my story here so that all can read it, and nobody will ask me to repeat this story again.
I grew up on a farm in the village of Stoyan, far to the east. My childhood was nothing special. I played the usual childhood
games - hide and seek, tag, and pretending to swordfight. But at the age of 12 my innocence was abruptly ended. Barbarian
raiders invaded our village and looted and pillaged all the farms. My family's farm was totally destroyed. My father died
trying to protect us from the raiders. My mother was kidnapped and I only managed to escape because my parents had sent me down
into the root cellar to hide. That day I had to grow up in a hurry. I walked to a nearby village where I was able to find an
innkeeper who took me in and let me work for him in exchange for food and shelter.
From the age of 12 to 17, I worked at the inn but with each year I felt a growing itch inside me. I wanted to
learn swordfighting for real so that one day I could avenge my father's death. One day, when I was 17, I overheard some men
talking in the bar of the inn. They were discussing a great academy where people of all walks of life could learn to
swordfight. It was called St. Helen's Institute of Training.
The next day I gathered my belongings and went off in search of it. And that is the story of how I came to St. Helen's. One
day I will be strong enough to pay back the barbarians for destroying my family
Date Sun Feb 14 1999
In loving memories of... well. :)
- Neon lights, wore through the nights
- while a star shines makes me want to cry
- And dust covered memories.. filled my eyes
- Calling dreams, in crystal streams.
- And i cant see where I'll fall to
- And soon the light.. soon the sun will rise
- Its a phantom world, its a phantom world
- And its fading in the lights
- Its a phantom world, no there's nothing real
- So will those.. will fade out of sight.
- Butterflies.. so far away
- Through the gold fan of a sun ray..
- When they come back, all the gold sun rays will be gone.
- Its a phantom world its a phantom world
- Filled with means to shade a light
- Its a phantom world its becomed unreal
- See the ghostly shapes of a life...
- Look its flied so far away...
- Through the pink clouds of a fall day...
- When they come back home, all the gold
silken past will be gone
- When they do come back, all the gold silken past will be gone....
Date Fri Jan 15 1999
I had a dream last night....or was it a visit? I realised why I felt so alone
at the moment of losing my weapon. The Master had been displeased....his blood
link with his chosen daughter had been broken each kill with a blade blessed by
him....strengthens his link. He revealed to me that Telina now holds my
weapon. He has felt his link to her grow as she kills
and with each kill he steals a little more of her soul.
Soon I shall have a sister in Darkness.....another handmaiden of death. So
long as she holds my blade, she falls further into his power.
And his reward to me for my patience? He delivered Telina's own blade into my hands. We
are truly blood sisters after all!
Date Thu Jan 14 1999
Tis with great joy that I welcome Bastion to the Dark Path. Today, he
attacked me as I was fighting for my life. He is far far higher than me, so he
killed me easily.
It was a beautiful thing to see him embrace his dark nature. He took my
corpse and all that was in it. He preserved it. No doubt he wanted to keep me
He gave my Ultimate to some camp follower of Valheru. Perhaps he hoped she
would one day follow us....and also embrace the darkness that is inside us...
The Master is happy with such evil actions from a leader of the Valheru.
Ebony, DarkLady of DeatH
Date Tue Jan 5 1999
AS a loner I've walked the land...and for all these days I've seen changes on
this land. The once mighty clan of the Valheru, which was once so beautiful and
honoured in the rank of the dragons, has now been corrupted greatly. DEATH
KNIGHTS among their rank!!!
Though it pains me greatly... but the Blood within me, those bloodlines of
the Dragons....urges me to do something to this nightmare...to do something to
save this clan from total corruption!
these corrupted Lycanthrope makes my blood rise...and it could be controlled
no longer...for when I see members of the Valheru.. I would remember the
past...those glorious past.
So members of the Valheu no matter you are a brass, copper, silver gold or
platinum...when you see me Sephiroth next to you ask yourself whether you have
followed the teachings of the Dragons carefully or you will see my sword plunged
into your Heart.
Date Thu Dec 3 1998
Drums. The pounding of distant hooves. They called me tonight as I lay back
peering at the stars while the Aesir marched across the heavens.
I wait. For what? I don't know. Still, I wait. Friendships pass. Love withers
and dies, all the while mocking me.
Still, I wait. Alone.
I feel, coursing through the age of the earth beneath me, Equimanthorn;
existing, representing all the primal nature of life to live. To fight. I pledge
on that most ancient of swords, before my ancestors looking down upon me from
where they too wait, to fight.
To wait. Alone. If that is the only choice.
I will take the strength of the Mollinar unto myself. I will take the hunger
of wolves. I will steal secrets from the ravens. I will face any foe in whatever
form of battle they choose at any time the time to fight arises.
My blood speeding along its course in my veins. In rhythm with some far off,
unknown warrior's pounding on drums made with the skins of his enemies. My
blood. One day to adorn a blade of some sort belonging to one of my own enemies.
That is life. That is my life. Alone.
Man and beast joined as one ferocious deity of battle. Two parts to make a
stronger, greater, bloodier whole. One so easily forgets that man IS beast. Our
companions remind us as we join them, becoming one.
Today is a good day to die.
Date Sat Nov 28 1998
Sephiroth is an emotionless and prudent knight who speaks little about his
past. He always act with deliberation and foresight, believing that fortune
smile on the cautious.
Though Sephiroth is a lawful neutral character, he distrusts most formal
institutions. He obeys the dictates of his conscience and DEITY only, remaining
sceptical of all self-proclaimed and elected authorities.
Sephiroth weights each request against his own principles, agreeing to a
favour only if completely convinced of its merit. Sephiroth is presently in the
service of no one and only seeks to remain free and unnoticed.
Date Thu Nov 5 1998
Bastion was a misguided youth. He spent his days dreaming of wealth and
power. While young he would often daydream about this or that, not paying any
attention to what he was doing, or what he was going to do. Thus upset by his
delinquency his parents sent him to Midgaard and enrolled him mud school.
After graduating from mud school, he wandered the countryside, looking for
adventure. While wandering he heard stories of a newly formed army, the
Sha'Darrack. This army employed people in the name of Darrack the evilest of
Gods. This army would ravage the countryside, pillaging homes, murdering
peasants and raping their wives and daughters. For some reason this intrigued
Bastion. Maybe this would lead to the wealth and power he searched for. So he
search for one of its leaders.. a man named Klah.
Klah told him that he would gladly let Bastion join and that he personally
would show him the way of darkness. And that began Bastion's wandering into the
darkness. Well during a battle with a local monastery, Bastion ran into an old
friend named Gwaldhir.
Gwaldhir was in search of the fabled Objects of Power, and told Bastion that
Sha'Darrack was no place to be.. that his clan, the Morgoth were in search of
these Objects of Power. The story intrigued the misguided youth, so he stole
away into the night to join Gwaldhir and Morgoth. Bastion spent a while with
Morgoth searching the Objects of Power when he ran across Klah, Bastion at that
point realized that he could belong to neither and set upon his way to wander
the countryside again. Thats when he heard of yet another army the TsuRyu and
their leader Cyric.
Bastion again fantasizing about the wealth and power he could obtain by
exploiting others was renewed and quickly found his way to the top of the TsuRyu.
He quickly gained in power but realized he didn't like being a terrorist.
Troubled by his thoughts and his conflicting interests he went for a walk in the
woods, hoping the fresh air would calm his nerves and help him think.
During this walk Bastion realized he was near his boyhood home. His pace
quickened as he ran to see his family and friends that he left behind so long
ago. When Bastion arrived he was shocked to see that his village had been
ravaged like many he had seen during his time with ShaDarrack, bloody corpses
tossed left and right, people screaming, crying for help. This brought a tear to
Bastions eye and he wondered how he could have done this. He now realized that
he would only find peace by helping others fulfil their dreams.
Coming down his old street he heard sounds of a battle. "Maybe I can
still help," Bastion thought. But alas this was for naught as he turned the
final corner toward the noise he saw his old friend Telos, a fellow graduate of
Midgaard Mud School, tormented with rage. A
man in dark, bloody robes lay at his feet, and a baby dragon lay dead behind
"Ho, Telos What happened?" Bastion yelled. "This beast was my
friend Bastion and they came and murdered him!" Telos cried, "Help me
friend Bastion, help me find his murderers and avenge his death!"
"Aye, friend Telos I will help you on your quest and avenge this noble
beast.", Bastion replied. And with
that the mighty Valheru were born.
With Bastion, and Telos at its head, they quickly grew in strength making
allies and enemies, but that is another story for another time.
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