Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 8:04:55 GMT -5
Dusksinger meets Akairis ( part 2 )
Korgano had been near Uppland to collect some herps for his business, he is a shaman you know, and he could tell me he had met a funny little thing begging for food who seemed to fit into my description of Akairis. Well she was begging for a fish really, or for some powder to lure the fish close to the shore and she had asked him if it was the right road to the border.
That story frightened me, It was now one week ago Korgano said but it might have been two, the memory of a troll is not the best so dont ever trust it completely. I hastened towards Uppland, that little fool, I had told her she should not go there, that she were too young and it were not a place for her age. d**n me and my big mouth. I asked all on the road if they had seen her but everyone were too busy with their own to notice a kid running around and she was good at hiding.
It was not untill I stood outside the gates in Uppland one of the guards told he had seen this green blue girl. She had asked him where the King and his army were and that fool had pointed out towards Fensalir and replied the army had left for Bledmere Faste and then she ran out in the snowfog.
I could have slayn him, how stupid can a grown man be. Let a young girl run out into the freezing cold frontier ? Not only is it filled with wolfs and other beasts but the enemy is out there and even some few are honourble people most would just put an arrow in her if they get the chance.
For a time I ran headless around but when darkness fell I turned towards Fensalir, passed the bandit camp and the wolfs there, passed Fensalir and went over the pass southwest between the hills after Fensalir towards Jamtland mountains and Glenlock Faste.
Why I took this path I do not know, it is not the main road for people travelling into Jamtland but maybe it was by grace of the Gods or my knowledge of the exploring mind of Akairis that led me.
The whole night I seached through the area, carefully avoiding the ghosts and beasts and listening to any sounds that might give me a clue or expose some sneaking bands of enemies.
But I found nothing untill the sky began turn purple and the first light in the east made the stars disappear. Then I found something. A piece of blue clothe just visible sticking out from the newfallen snow. And blodstenches on the clothe. And a dead frozen wolf half burried in the snow. That wolf had not been killed yesterday, it had at least been two days ago.
I was really worried now. These wolfs always came in groups and there were only one dead wolf. Where were the others and if Akairis had managed to kill this one then the rest surely would have killed her and dragged her away to feast on her.
I began my sad task to seach for what might be left of bones. At least I would do what I could to find her last resting place and say a prayer for her soul.
This was all my fault, if I just never had told her all those stories she would never have gotten the idear of going out here seaching adventure and fame. She would have been alive and happy and have annoyed people with her endless questions, silly remarks and stupid actions. And I would still have the fun and joy of seeing her benieth the oak at Haggerfell. Instead I now had to burry the bones and lay her to rest forever.
I wiped my tears, I had a task to do. I had to find her remainings. From the hollows, grooves and dents in the snow I could follow the track the wolfs possibly had dragged Akairis. They lead up the hillside to a thicket of trees. A perfect spot for a pack of wolfes to dinner.
I moved up and in between the trees and looked around and I spotted blue and green clothe in a hollow in the snow. I prepared myself for the sight as I rushed towards it, expecting blodsheathed snow, thorn apart flesh and bones and nothing more.
I found blodsheathed snow, thorn apart clothe but no bare bones. Akairis were there and lying with closed eyes as dead but she was not eaten. She was breathing but only just and she was cold, terrifying cold. Her sword were broken and her axe were gone, she had a real nasty looking wound in the side and bitemarks all over but alas; she was alive.
I grabbed her and lifted her up and sped as fast as I could east, towards Fensalir and Svasud gates. I didnt think about beasts or enemies I just walked as fast I could with my load.
Once upon the long walk she opened her eyes and looked at me and all she said during the whole journey was Hello Dusk, you know I killed that wolf, I really did. It was a great fight and I would have killed the 3 others if it wasnt because they were distracted by those silly noicy Hibernians that travelled out on the road. I just needed a little rest before I would have gone to Bledmere and seen the King himself
I simply had to stop five minutes, I had not air to carry her and laugh at her at the same time and I promised myself I would give her a pair of black gloves. She had deserved them. Not family of blod but truely a sister of mine.
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:58:29 GMT -5
Dusksinger meets Akairis ( This one too long for one thread ( 10,000 is max here )
Greetings dear peoples, Let me tell you how I met Akairis.
I was sitting in the shade of a great oak just outside Haggerfell watching the last rays of the sun playing in the leaves when I noticed a small shade creeping in on me.
I smiled for myself. Whoever this was it wasn’t a very wise person since he thought he could sneak in on me like that. I heard him and saw him very clearly as he obviously did not realize he had the low Sun behind him. Hmm, I desided to play along and pretended I had not seen him but secretly I followed every movement he made and prepared myself.
When the shadow was close enough it jumped at me but in the same second it made its move I rolled left, grabbed my axes, turned as it fell to the ground and I hammered my knee into its stomach and let both axes seek the head of the shadow. In the last splitsecond, just before the hard steel would clove the head I turned them outside and the axes ate dirt instead.
This was not a beast or some enemy. It was a girl. It was a young Kobold girl. She crumpled, gasping for air. She was just a kid, a kid with red hair, dressed in green and blue and she looked at me with scared green/bluish eyes.
I was afraid I had hurt her badly but I was also angry and I probably yelled a bit too hard at her. WHAT the HELL are you thinking about girl, I could have killed you, you FOOL. Sneak up on me like that. I am sorry she studdered out I did not knew you would be so angry, I did not meant to frighten you. I just wanted to train my skills.
You did not frighten me you young fool, I have been watching you lurking around the last 5 minutes. You have ? You should not be able to see me. I do not believe you, I am a great Shadowblade and a fantastic stealther.
I leaned back and loosened my grip on her. Pff girl, where have you been all your life ? Dont you know a thing ? You are a Kobolt, a young one and I am way to old to get trapped like that. Anyone just a little warhardened could look right through your stealth. You better be glad it was not an Albion or Hibernian you tried that little trick on or you would most likely have been dead now. Despite your pretty looks. Well maybe they would just take you away to their land as a nice little souvenir.
Albions ? Hibernians ? Have you met such creatures ? I mean I would really like to meet some of those. I would sneak up upon them and - Switzz, slit - Cut their throats.
Ohh so you would like that little girl. Hmm dont be so hasty, your wish may come true before you know it. Lets just hope you survive to tell. But now tell me who you are, where are you from and what brings you here to Dusksingers place of rest. I am Dusksinger, Berserker and storyteller, born in Vasudheim by the sea a very long time ago.
The Kobold-girl sat up and brushed the dirt from her clothe. My name is Akairis and I come from Aegirshamn. Well I think I come from there. As you probably know us Kobolds do not always know where we come to life. But I woke up near the sea on shores of Aegirshamn. I have lately been thinking I maybe was born in the sea because I remember waves and voices of the sea.” And you are Dusksinger the Storyteller ? I have heard your name mentioned from my long walks to this place. Have you been in many battles ? have you killed many albions or hibernians ? Are you a great warrior and commander ? Where can I met the Midgardian Army ? May I travel with you there ? how come you look as you do ? Do you have some food ? can I borrow one of you axes ? May I..
Hey hey stop all those questions young lady. No I am not a great battlecommander even I have slayin some enemies. The Midgardian army departs mostly from Svasud Faste and you may NOT follow me there, you are still too young. You my also neither borrow any of my axes. But I do have some food to spare if that can close your mouth for awhile.
So now you are quit. As said I can tell you a tale or two. About the fall of great Tarasberg, of our divine forefathers, maybe of of some of the brave heroes that once lived in our land or maybe a story about one of our great leaders. Perhaps you just want a piece of poetry or a song ?
I want to hear them all, stories and songs but how come you are dressed like a mighty warrior if you just are a storyteller ? wearing that glowing armor. You think I can have a such one day ? and why do you wear those black gloves while the rest is blue and bright orange ?
You got so many questions young maid but well; the blue is for the evening and the dark shade benieth the trees while the glowing orange is for the last rays of the Sun playing through the leaves in the evening and hence my name. The black gloves I am wearing is to honor my lost and found brother Soromaar who also wear these kind of gloves. I am not just a storyteller but also a warrior in the Midgardian army and thus why I wear armor but in time of peace I do what I like which often is to sit here and sing for those who fancy listening.
This is how I came to know Akairis. During the weeks and months she often came back to hear a story or tell of her latest adventures. Many hours have I spend with her in the late evenings outside Haggerfell and I came to like her, her endless questions, her eager to learn and her always happy mood.
One thing I also learned about Akairis was she had a daring mind. She wished she was older and I would show her where the army of Midgard left to battle. She loved the stories of Ardamel leading Midgard to the capture of our relics and how Guten, Urme, Kod, Kalba ( just to mention a few ) and all the other famous warriors did marvelous dids in the frontiers. Excpesially she always became extreemely interested when I told about Mirak and my brother Soromaar who were of the same order as her. If I had known what it would lead her to do I would never had told her all that.
But despite her youth Akairis were pretty good with a sword and she hit hard with it. She could some tricks unknown to me. Where and how she had learned them I do not know but obviously she had a talent but she surely were no master, atleast not yet but maybe in time she could be.
For many month Akairis and I had our encounters there under the oak but after nearly a year had passed by she did not come around anymore. First I did not think much about it, she had at times been away for a couple weeks going her own way and then she came back and told me what she had been up to. Quite often with scrathces, dirty and hungry but also with a fantastic history I never knew if it was the real truth or brushed up with her fantasy. But they were never boring.
But this time she had been away for four whole weeks and I began to be a little concerned and was wondering where and what she was doing. So I began to ask around if any had seen her or heard anything but no one could tell me where she had gone. Untill five days later when I accidently but luckily ran into an old friend, Korgano. He is a big, old and fat troll but one of the kind ones, not one of these crumpy ones who chases people away with their looks and speech and smell and hard hands.
Continue in Dusksinger stories 8.1
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:48:52 GMT -5
I am not sure what happened but something went wrong between some high ranking members of my guild. The outcome were a break of the guild. First I thought of joining a totally new guild but I ended up in going with one branch of the guild where my old friend and Gm Korgano went. A new guild were formed ”Brotherhood of Midgard” and most of the old guild followed into BoM and we remained in the Alliance. I had just begon to create a Shadowblade who should be my new char with some inner life and become a friend of Dusksinger.
Daughter of the sea.
I was walking around with some tunes and words in my head. An early dream maybe ? water over white sand and and a blue sky turning dark grey with clouds as before a storm ? Fields of summer green and a rising chor of birdsong ?
Falling down, falling down. Its comming again so open up the land, its comming again. Big sky above me, gathering the wind
I was confused but dragged around in the town trying to find something I did not knew what was. I ended down by the seaside, at the shores near Aegirshamn. There it was again, the tunes and the words but this time not just in my head but I heard it, I swear I heard it as I am standing here before you. I promise you I was not dreaming again.
I tried to locate the woice and it lead me towards the rocks far to the left side. Here I found the source of the sound. A clear and beutyful voice of a young girl singing of the big sky and the rolling of the waves.
There, alone, standing facing the endless sea I found her. Pale but yet clear, close but yet far away. With wide spread arms she chanted words, words I recogniced or felt I recogniced as those that had filled my head for days. Well maybe it was not the same words for I did not understand them but the meaning in them if you get what I mean.
Her woice seemed to make the waves sparkle and twinkle with stars or living diamonds. It looked like they were – answering her ? Maybe dancing or gathering around her ?
For awhile I stood silent listening to the wonderful melody but she must have heard me because she turned towards me. Oh my god – Her eyes, I will never forget her eyes. Brightly shining, with a light so strong, a inner blue and green fire so deep and dragging I couldnt face them unless I was to be caught into them, drown and die helplessly in the abyss of those eyes. Yet I coldnt resist the look and I couldnt resist the demanding voice and I looked up into the blazing blue and green.
And I were not anymore afraid.
”I am the daughter of the sea, I am Akairis and your wills wild frontier. My voice, my touch, the memory of my love are with you all the time”
The bright blue and green turned into grey and darker hues, it whirled around, the voice raised as a drummer beating harder and harder, faster and faster until it roamed and floated inside and around me.
”I am the daughter of the sea, I am Akairis and your wills wild frontier. My power of the waves, the thunder and whispering of breaking at the rocks and kissing the shores are the life in your weins. I am the daughter of the sea and with the powers of my father shall you fight the evil. Silent as the roll of the mighty waves crossing the ocean, unseen as the preditors in darkest abys shall you stealth upon your prey”
"You are Akairis, daughter of the sea”
I woke up at the rocks by the shore while a silent rain fell from the sky and I knew where I should go and what I should do.
And so Akairis were born.
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:41:03 GMT -5
And they are waiting.
When Darkness Falls arrived in Euro it became a grand success. This is the story of one of our alliance attempts to kill the master beast Legion ...............................................................................
Rumors ran through Midgard. Rumors of an evil, worse than anything yet seen in Midgard, who roamed in the depths of the Falls. The Falls, a mythical dungeon, in where it was said, that evil had its offspring. From here the beast who haunted the innocent peoples, the wifes and children of all the three realms, came from. The legends told they moved out through hidden gates. Once the gates opened in one realm it was closed and hidden at the two other realms.
It was from the Falls the rumors came. It was a natural behavior and a process in the apprenticehood for being recognized as a worthy warrior for many of the younger to attend the higher levels of the Falls and bring back items of their bravery. But lately not a few brave warriors or skilled woman in healing came up from the deep and told of strange sounds and visions who seemed to come from the deep. Minor groups had went down to investigate but only few had returned, babbling insane about giants and demons, with grievous wounds which no skill of the learned could heal. From the insane and studdering few survivors, yelling and talking nonsense, at least something could be derived. Long dark tunnels filled with horrid creatures, great treasures, a stairway winding down into the darkness and the name - Legion.
The upper levels of the Falls became more and more dangerous, strange looking beasts with more mouth and teeth than body and awful manlike nightmares were seen lurking around, angels of darkness and death hoowered closer and closer to the intrance. The minor creatures were trusted out of the Falls and assailed the small settlements in the wilderness and the nights in outer Midgard became feared. People remained inside their houses and did not open the doors for strangers save with a blade in the hand. The population decreased in the small towns and settlements as people moved closer or into the fenced and guarded larger towns.
The situation became critical, the large towns could not feed or house the increased population, sickness spread fast and uncontrolled. It had to be stopped before riots broke out.
At a council between the leading guilds in Midgard it was decided to assemble the most daugty fighters of the all the guilds and go down to either die or destroy this master evil.
Kallio, a great warrior and commander, was appointed leader of this daring task. Often had he directed the brave people of Midgard in battles down in the Falls which he knew well. Many a time had he faced the death down in the catacombs and warhardened as he was he knew how and when to draw back or move forward.
I felt secure and belived we would be lead to victory though I was afraid. Afraid of what might happen, what we might find and what we might unleash down there.
From the third, and relatively safe floor, we began to move down.
Water drippled from the walls and made the floor of the tunnels dangerus to walk. From dark pits, leading to nowhere, a foul smell of rotten flesh wavered as an ecco of forgotten pain. We walked through huge halls with carwen statues of demans. They seemed to follow us with their eyes, glowing red in the dark shadows.
At last we reached a long down-winding road. A chanting sound came from the deep below. This was the right way. Those who had returned to the surface of previous small expeditions had told of this sound and the winding road even they had never passed down there.
Somewhere, about 2/3 of the road down Kallio commanded a stop. At the left was an archway into a giant hall but it was guarded by terrifying knights of dead.
Tohmeh, the runemaster, laid down an area spell in the archway and the effect brought the knights to life and out of their slumper. I guessed they got pretty surprised when they rushed out and met a whole d**ned army welcomming them in the tunnel. They were immidiatly stunned and fast brought down. It must have felt like being smashed by an earthquake. Now the gate was clear and we silently moved into the hall. Not many enemies were there and quitly, one by one, they died until only Legion, standing with his back to us were left. Then it happened. Legion slowly turned and with an evil look he pointed at us and out of hidden halls and secret doors swarmed the servants of Legion in.
Soon we were the flanked and I saw people fall. Gaugrim fell by an arrow which pierced his eye, Eoloff and Bordwine too in the first onslaught. The main force became divided from the left and right wings who had to turn to face the sudden attack from the sides and now the we, the main force stood against Legion alone with no support. Some few got caught by fear and tried to run but they did not get far and did not reach the archway.
As we now stood alone facing Legion our options were limited, we could attack him or turn to help aginst the incomming demons but would then have the Master Evil at our back. Kallio had to take a fast decision and of two choices he made the same as I would have done in his position. His choice was to charge Legion and hope we could get him down before the demons had penetrated and annihilated our hard fighting support wings behind us. If Legion died the control of the demons would fall too and then we maybe stood a chance to get out again alive.
Kallio raised his hand and when he let it fall we charged. I used my great twohanded axe and with all my strength I swung it towards the towering Legion and I felt it bite into his flesh. I had expected a gush of blod from the wound but to my surprize the wound seemed to close when I lifted the axe for another swing. Ten times I let the axe hit until the shaft and ten times the wound seemed to close behind it.
Then he began to sing an unearthly sound and move rythmecally. Dark vapours poured out of his hands and floated around in the air, wrapping around us. Then a lash like of a whip, the singing of electric energy unleashed and I felt a growing burning pain across the chest.
As my pain grew my legs began to tremble and the strength of my arms weakened. My head became dizzy, the room spinning for my eyes, I had to crawl on hands and knees to the closest wall to avoid the clamour of the battle and strokes of blades missing their target.
As I lay against the wall half unconsious seeing visions and thinking of my God I suddenly heard a clear voice asking if I were ok. I forced my eyes up and saw Tinyliza, an old friend from way back in my childhood. Now she was a skilled shaman, learned in the skills of calling upon Gods of life.
”No Tinyliza I am not well, in fact I think this is the end for me and for many of our bravest fighters. I cannot feel my legs and my chest is burning in fire. Legion and his demons have proven to strong I am afraid” ” Do not give up life yet, maybe the battle is lost but have faith in the Gods and, if I may say so, me” Tinyliza said with a smile. She examined, with a consentrated look in her eyes, my wounds for a while. Then she drew from her pockets a phial with clear liquid and some grey liniment. ”Drink this and rub the liniment into the wounds even it will hurt” she commanded ”and if I get out of here alive come see me later” Then she turned to another lifeless body on the floor.
I did as I were told. When I swallowed the liquid I instantly felt refreashed and the strength returning. The fog infront of my eyes lifted and I could see clearly again. It was not a pleasent sight. I saw many friends lying on the floor, blodsheated with clowen helms and shields, broken axes and swords. Some were crying in pain trying to crawl away with broken limbs, some were missing an arm or a leg and some were raving and staggering around in madness. Among all this healers and shamans desperately tried to comfort and help those they deemed helpable.
I realized I had been extreemely lucky but now I had to find my way out before more demons came in. Some few groups of warriors still stood against the tide to protect the healers in their work but they were ever harder pressed and were slowly forced back.
Well through the archway I joined up with Thagred, Worlon, Bazza and some others I do not recall now and we began to move up protected by some of the unharmed warriors while the runemasters laid down a barrier of dark claods and energy across the outer archway behind us. The journey back to the upper floors is still unclear to me and I do not remember much of it save the wrath and fear that seemed to sneak into every bone from the depth below.
Our attempt to deal with the threat in the deepest of the catacomps of the Falls ended as a disaster. We did not knew what we were up to. Many a good man or woman met untimely their God down there but yet it could have been worse if it was not for the healers and shamans of our land.
They deserve our eternally praise for their bravery that night.
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:37:08 GMT -5
SING IT FOR THEM GUYS AND GALS. Huge keeptakes in Albion with the Alliance. Blew them Albions to pieces and even they were double our numbers they were to unorganized or afraid so we took them over and over again. A wonderful and glory night and I got inspired by their whining for this song to even tease them further. ...................................................................................... Sitting and crying the loss of our keep MOMMA come help me the shi.t is too deep Mids are around, I hide in my hole I am too noobish to be playing my role The rabbits and worms are all of my kin where shall I hide, to whom shall I whine I am weak, I am chicken and I am unable to learn MOMMA come help me the shi.t is too deep Disgrace and dishonour inheritage of my clan I wish I was a Middy I am wetting my pants MOMMA come help me the shi.t is too deep
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:30:25 GMT -5
Hymn to Midgard. this can be found at Varda`s poetry page too though its there called Lament of Beleriand. I was just so fund of it that I had to use it again ..................................................................................... Arriving at the coast, this beuatiful land shaped in dark. Oh here we lived in happiness and glory. Midgard my wonderful and loved. Lingering by shore and wood, green fields so filled with sap. Splendoured morning rises, endless light of day golden they filled my world with coloured shapes that lifted up my soul . Nights in starlit wonderes, songs spread joy, swelling up the hearts. friends we met in darkening, singing, dancing in the glades. Such spaces everywhere. Standing at the sea upon the tongue of the mountain. Ships come around the corner rested in the harbour`s heart. Felt the power in everything. Laughter loud in mountains, echoing in the vales children of my parents big hopes and cheer, breath of my existence. Standing right before you with hope and no despair. At the river`s sources, digging out its road, we walked the endless journey through the forest, the sea of mountain pines to the place of rest. We tended and nurtured all the seeds we had sown. We were walking down the glory road with summer sun at the mountain brae secretly the shadows grew long. Yet still the chilling cold was lost in song of the glowing day. We looked over the coloured fields with the big skye above us. Now the autumn leaves are falling, Midgard my beloved lost in a web of changes. Through the dust and rains the west wind blows , You lay down beside me and we questioned our faith, were did we go wrong. Midgard my heart and soul, washed away in sins of folly. Self-willed we withered out of sight. Daughters saw brothers taken away to shadowland, fire eating grounds flooding dreams in tears. Dreams were lost in burning fears. But proud we stood tall among the dreadful foes. Secured the hope, carried it through the battlecry. It no longer matters, the story is told. Midgard my lost and loved you story is told. Did we forget the greatness in the little things were we happy in our ways. Now we are just schrinking souls in a withered world running for the light. Love was ours. Like a flame burning brightly, so fast my precious you were gone was leaving us only the afterglow. Yet i still can see, through my tears, your fields in many coloured hues. In my heart there will always be, a warm and precious memory. Bluer than velwet were your sky, soft as satin was the stars of your night
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:26:50 GMT -5
The first successful relicraid in the Fellowship alliance --------------------------------------------------------------------
The morning broke in Midgard, the day seemed to be a clear cold day. Aye, it was a good day to die if the Gods should choose so. This was the day planned and schemed for for so long. All around she saw her fellow adventures stand up and get ready. In the eyes of the warriors was a light that promised good for the day, the light of determination and will of mind. As Ardamel called for the roll she was assigned for Jedhawks wing together with brave men and women of Midgard. With a last look at her axes as to be assured she had polished them well enough last night she got ready for the journey. Long it was, the journey, but as it was planned they met only few enemies along the road and none lived long enough to tell. The guards at the first frontier keep were hardly awake when the ligtning stroke and was an easy take. The second wing, lead by Ardamel himself, attacked other keeps who fell just as fast and still the enemy was unaware what was going on. The two wings joined their forces just outside the main castle, that castle were the hated hibernians kept their, our, sacred relic. This was it. Now the Gods had to deside if these brave warriors had to live in glory or die in shame. Thunder ringed through the valley as the rams was pounding on the massive doors, arrows whistled their deadly tunes and the light of the rising sun broke in drawn blades. One door down and the soil were red of blood, Second door down and the cry of pain and yells of help filled the air. The last door, the strongest, into the tower. Men were falling around her and the battle were waving. Guards kept pouring out and the sence of time and place vanished. Just darkness. Somehow the Gods may have kept a hand over the peoples for the next thing she remebered was she was once again standing outside the castle but this time some few defenders were inside but the doors were broken. Her fellow Midgardians were already inside the castle and she rushed in to join the battle. Soon the defenders were all slain and in top of the tower she saw the Horn. The Horn, the item they had come for. But she was not allowed to touch it. Only the blessed hands of Bjorne could carry it back to its home. Swift as deer he took the relic with a howl of victory and with the speed of a yell he rushed out of the broken gates. The Horn was on its way home. The mighty Gods of Midgard had once more turned the tide and brought strength and will to the peoples of Midgard.
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:23:03 GMT -5
Before we joint the alliance I met a player who became a good friend of mine. Ingame he asked if Dusksinger wanted to marry him ;D but I preffered not to so instead he became my ingame brother. this the short story of our ingame meeting
THE FORTUNE AND REVELATION OF THE MERCY OF THE GODS.
Oh Holy Gods! I met a Man today! Who is he ? He makes me tremble and shiver! I have seen him before I know and there was something about him but too many things have been in my mind to notice this electric field around him. Today I saw him truely and he is dragging me. How can this be ? Never have I felt something that strange, sweet with a scent of sadness. Like future and past blended. I must see him again and talk to him. He calls himself Soromaar Silverblade and is a mighty warrior dressed in black Oh mercyful Gods! I met him again in a quit moment in Uppland. We spoke and he told me his story. Long and cruel it was but he was strong and enduring and have fought his destiny with bravery. I have found my beloved brother who I thought dead. He had survived the onslaught at Mjollnir and were brought to Haggerfell and there raised. Praised be the mercyful Gods of Midgard. A beam of light has touched the closed doors of my soul.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ( Here follows the story Soromaar wrote for his part )
Story of Soromaar Fëanturi:
'Well where do I begin…?'
'I know little about my parents. I only recently found out some, as I have found my lost sister, Dusksinger QualmeTari. She has told me some about our parents, I now know my mother was raped and killed by Britons, and my father was killed in the realm war. But lets start from the beginning.'
'I grew up in Haggerfel, people helped me some, gave me a few coppers here and there, but I was also stealing food, picking pockets to survive but later the nice folks in Haggerfel grew tired of this and I was close to a death sentence, but a shadow guild had me on watch and had seen my potential so they rescued me from certain death. So I started to work there, doing dirty works and all climbing the ladder in the guild.'
'I did my first solo kill at the age of 15 which is rather low. Well this continued for a while and I realised I did not know any other things so I killed and killed. You can say I had it rather well after a while cause its great money in my business. And as I mentioned I just recently found my true sister and she also told me about our lastname. I have left the name of Silverblade behind and taken our family name, Fëanturi. She also told me her colours was orange so I have dyed my gloves orange so she has a part of my revenge against the foul Britons that killed our parents. She also wears my colour, but on her helmet which is now dyed black as death that will follow to all who stand in our way. I salute thee great sister Dusksinger, Queen of blades!'
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:15:07 GMT -5
Well now the forum is here ill post those stories talking about. Ill mark them 1 -2 -3 if ppl wanna read them in continuation.
This is the 1st. one made for an apply to join the Alliance "Fellowship of Midgard" on Excalibur Euro server. ...................................................................................... Let me first introduce myself. I am Dusksinger of the Ghosts of Valhalla and I have come here to tell you about myself and a dream.
But let me start with the beginning. A long time ago I was born into a happy family who lived by the coasts of Midgard near Jordheim. My father and brother was, as it was and still is in those regions, inscribed for the army of Midgard for the defence of its frontiers against the cruel hordes of Albion and twisted people of Hibernia. At one of those wicked peoples attempt to steal our holy relics both my father and brother were slain just outside Mjollnir Faste and all that was returned was their axes. That morning, when the sad news came to me, I swore an oath. The rest of my life became dedicated to find and slay the murderes of of my kin and despite the tears of my mothers my heart was locked for her greif and my soul was kindled to war. I have travelled far and wide and even into the strange lands of Bors in the US. There I saw amazing things and warfare quite different from my homelands and to my joy and laughter many heads were separeted from the torsoe of the enemies. In my homelands the various guilds were independent guilds connected with each other through alliances. These alliances had a strict way of communicating. They only spoke to eachother about pure warfare and never did they converse about other things to lift up the spirit of sharing a common goal. Hardly did they arrange get togethers or spoke freely with eachother because the alliance did not allow them to. Only in whispers and in private messages could they speak across guildlines. In the strange lands of Bors however, the alliance was free and guilds talked freely and friendly with eacother through the alliance. People called upon eachother through the alliance for hunts in the Falls or for raids into enemy territory and the land of Bors were rich and prosperous while the enemy was on his knees. This is the dream I brought back into my own lands. That in time, Midgard will have an alliance were people of the guilds in it can talk freely in good common friendship and where even smaller guilds as my own, as long as they respect and honour other people, can talk across and in the alliance. My dream is that I can say good morning to my fellow Midgardians without being flamed, my dream is I can call upon fellow guildies in my alliance if I wish to free the Falls of roaming beasts. Yet it is just a dream but in time it maybe will come alive
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Oro.
Sept 18, 2004 10:47:30 GMT -5
Post by Elatan on Sept 18, 2004 10:47:30 GMT -5
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 3, 2003 10:31:32 GMT -5
Ello good folks, Since Valar exist on a roleplaying server some of you may do a bit more in roleplay / making characters live their own life. I am not playing much on the US server as you may know Never the less some of my chars in Euro / Camelot server has a "inner" life and for those I made some stories Maybe others have too for their chars. In our alliance ( Fellowship of Midgard ) on Excalibur I have been granted a forum for stories but the Valar guild IS my home even I am far away from it So, I would like to share those stories with you, hear what you mean, critics and applauses There is no doubt the inspiration comes from Tolkien, some of it is veeery close to tolkien and some was in its origin written for the Valar guild and is there under Vardas poetry page it just took some slight edition to make it fit into "Dusksinger Tales" ( Dusksinger is my main char ) Well I guess this is also a opportunity for me to keep in touch with the guild and tell about the gaming-life from my side of the ocean ;D I was thinking that maybe there could be created a forum for stories if others besides me are doing some real life gaming roleplay stories ? Take care ppl
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Hello
Oct 6, 2003 5:05:57 GMT -5
Post by Elatan on Oct 6, 2003 5:05:57 GMT -5
It will be kicking if we all try to get members to join here on this board. It has forums for all the games so it really could be a place where 150+ Valars could get to know eachother across gamelines.
Keep up the spirit
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Hello
Aug 30, 2003 8:33:58 GMT -5
Post by Elatan on Aug 30, 2003 8:33:58 GMT -5
Just registered and saying hello ;D
Elatan
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Sept 17, 2006 3:09:17 GMT -5
Late news but perhaps you get a second chance. An opera over Beren and Lúthien juli the first 2006 was premiere date for the opera "Leithian" about Beren and Lúthien, which naturally builds upon the story from Silmarillion. You can read more about it here www.adamcjklein.us/leithian.htmland if this ain't coming to your theater hear it there.
|
|
Elatan
Tolkien-Only Member
Vala
Elatan
Posts: 230
|
Post by Elatan on Dec 24, 2006 2:47:01 GMT -5
;D.and a very merry Christmas to all of you from all of us. ;D
no matter who you are and where you are
|
|