* A quick jolt in Kelth´s journal*
Nastasia...knew thar was more tae ´er than tha´ flirtatious part o´ ´er. She opened up tae me an´ I nae will betray tha´ trust given......poor lass.....nae understood by many me thinks....she´ll ´ave a pair o´patient ears an´ wits tae cheer ´er up if need be....aye....another friend indeed....a hot one thoough at it! but...a friend fer starters
Kelth McEwan, warrior poët
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A Blast from the past....
Dire times came upon the south of Rashemen.....rumours of a menacing army of orcs spread like wildfire....the rumours also spoke that this was no mere
warband.....this orc army consisted out of disciplined warriors....not mere brutes...and all were clad in iron.... it was whispered that their warboss was
named Rharknorg Moonsorrow, of the Moonsorrow Clan...town after town was burned to the ground by the brutish army.....crimes comitted towards the populace that dare not be spoken about in the open.....the orcs took -no- captives....children were burned....women were violated....to the extend that surviving men were forced to watch before killed.....so gruesome was the malice behind Rharknorg's army...that even the heavens inhabitants would weep....
Kelth took the rumours seriously....riding out with the brothers Macallister to see for themselves....towards the nearest neighbouring village....
upon reaching their destination....the three men could naught but gasp...their eyes filling themselves with tears....the sickening display of butchered
townfolk.....severed body parts of warriors.....the stench of death, burned flesh and smoking ruins.....a flock of ravens feeding themselves.....
"....Kelth...." -Ed spoke- " T....this could be oour hamlet.....we must inform tha' elders! we....we must think aboout survival this time....
surely if the other toowns share this fate....oours will not be better lads...."
" Raaaaaagh!" - Hal thundered - " I'll be fokkin' damned ta run with me tail 'tween where Tempus split me! I am -not- goin' ta give up me crops and home ta
fokkin' greenskins! heed me saying this! -he spat on the ground-
- Kelth had to swallow one time, composing his inner anger-
"Lads....Ed has a point....but so does Hal.....I ain't willing ta run fer them greenskin either...but are we willing ta face -these- kind of cruelties should
we lose to them? .....we ain't in the position ta make decissions....we best be off ta them elders....they'll know what ta do....aye? "
"Aye..." -Ed and Hal both said-
As the elders conversed....a sollution was thought up....
The Hamlet where Kelth resided was quite central and on higher terrain...making it a strategic target most likely...the elders sent out riders to the
remaining villages and northern lands....offering a meeting to discuss the option of standing together....
The result was amazing...within the three days following, elders from all other villages travelled to Kelth's hamlet....the northern clans allready bringing
warriors...
The northern tribes offered refugee to the women, children and elderly of all villages....the other villages soon agreed to provide all warriors they could
spare to form a united army.....talks on this were long...and went on for days....making agreements between leaders.
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As Kelth was readying his battle armor and inspecting his assortment of blades, he spoke to Daneira...
" I want ye ta go with the caravan.....north.....I cannae risk losin' ye...nor do I want us ta suffer a fate like the poor souls in other villages...."
Daneira roared like a tigress at Kelth...
" YE HAVE NAYE RIGHT TA TELL ME WHOT TA DO! ..... KELTH MCEWAN!...*she tried lowering her voice, hissing* I am risking just as much! if I lose ye....whot
else is there ta live fer? eh? I'm staying wiv ye Kelth....and there be nowt ya can do about it! ... if we are tae die, Kelth....we do so together....but fer now....have faith that we will kick their arses, quit yer yappin' and make love tae me!"
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Once all warriors had arrived at the Hamlet, the army began to amass....all battle groups lining up....
Word was, that Rharknorg and his army were making their way to the Hamlet...so the united clans of the villages formed up into their groups...awaiting the
blessings of the Battlepriests.
As the battlepriests blessed the army, Riders brought word that the army of Rahrknorg Moonsorrow was staging at the bottom of the hills....
in the distance....the marching of the foul orcs could be heard.
as Kelth moved to the ridge and glanced down.....he could see the torches....a gigantic line of torches.....which revealed the shades of armor clad orcs....
grunting and howling, thirsting for blood,violence and sin....
Kelth quickly formed back up in line and glanced up to the skies.....t'was near twilight......and the united villages, now an army, marched down.....
During the march, Kelth and Daneira's hands met one another....squeezing while marching, glancing at eachother with a grin...yet emotional....both afraid...
Rain began to fall over the silent hills and fields.....and a thunderstorm broke out.....the two armies now facing eachother.....
Soon it became clear, the humans were vastly outnumbered.....at least ten to one.....but still they chose to take the field.....
As the rain lashed into the faces of all those on the field...and thunder struck all around, the orcs unleashed a thundering roar alltogether....clearly their warcry....Kelth and his men...and the entire army roared out in return....
the moment of calmth before the storm arose.....the air filled with sheer hatred, disgust....mayhap some fear.....
With another thundering word of command from a quite large Orc in the back lines....the orcs began to march forward...rapidly....the large Orc in the back wielding a crude, large blade and a distinct red leather armor....bigger than all other orcs....this clearly was Rharknorg.....their warboss.....
The united clans began to march in return....marching became running.....running forming into a charge....the warrior poets roaring out with rage...
remembering what was done to the other villages....and most of them began to sing or hum....battlesongs....
The two armies clashed......the sound of swords crossing.....
Cries....grunts....roars.....steel cleaving flesh....bodies falling to the ground....
Kelth gritted his teeth....wielding his master crafted sword with outmost security, cleaving orc after orc...left swing...right swing....upwards thrust,lifting a screaming orc upward and throwing him into his own ranks....
Daneira spun like a whirlwind on the field, throwing heaps of orcs backwards, dismembered and screaming....attempting to crawl away from her wrath....but she gave no quarter, she made the best of efforts to end them all.....
Ed and Hal combined, fighting back to back, held off nearly half a frontline of orc foot soldiers, supported by crazy Vin from range, reciting sentences from the book of Tempus, as he felled orc by orc with his deadly bolts...
William dished out a mighty headbutt to an orc captain, before delivering a thundering blow of death to him.
The figthing was intense...with many of the clansmen dying....their ranks were thinning rapidly, whilst the waves of orcs seemed endless...
Becoming weared down...Ed and Hal were at the end of their rope....struggling to stand on their feet, barely able to strike deadly blows...rather parrying the striking done upon them...Vin, noticing, dropped his crossbow and charged forth to support them, his sword drawn....but alas....a searing blow of pain in his back stopped him dead in his tracks.....feeling fluid streaming down his back and legs....he fell on his knees...realising he was gravely cut by a crude orc blade.....as he glanced up....he witnessed Ed taking a massive blade in the chest....whilst Hal called out for Ed....both in anger and tears....
"Tempus....do not forsake us in this dire hour....." * Vin spoke softly*....soon followed by a growl in pain as he saw a blade poking out of his chest....his vision turning hazy....slowly succumbing to death....
Hal....seeing Ed die in front of him, roared with rage and threw his two hander right into an orc, using his bare hands to snap the neck of another....whilst the other orcs around him stabbed him with their crude bladesÂ….untill he eventually sank through his kneesÂ….lifeforce flowing out of him rapidly as his eyes rolled backwardsÂ….
KelthÂ….breathing heavilyÂ….heard and noticed his brethren fall one by oneÂ….he spotted DaneiraÂ…dancing with death as the orc waves poured in on her.
Kelth tried to make his way to aid herÂ….when all of a sudden all sound and vision was knocked out of his sensesÂ….
Slowly opening his what he thought were both his eyesÂ….resulted in the fact that Kelth quickly noticed he was only seeing with one eyeÂ…his otherÂ….never would be able to see againÂ…
Trying to get his bearings, he tried to stand up, falling over again. Glancing up, just in time to see his beloved Daneira taking a big, crude orc blade right into the chest with a loud yelp of painÂ…
“DANEIRAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” *Kelth’s eerie call echoed all over the fields*
The orc responsible for her deathblow, twisted his blade a cruel quarter and kicked Daneira down on the groundÂ….whilst Kelth managed to pick up his two hander and in his rage, left nothing but a trail of death as he raced to DaneiraÂ….slaying the orc responsible for her death with one slashÂ….thenÂ…continueing to hack and slash on the orcÂ’s corpse until it was no longer recogniseableÂ….
He then threw down his blade and fell on his kneesÂ…taking Daneira in his arms, holding her as she was breathing her last breathsÂ….
*she murmured* KÂ….KelthÂ….*her strength not even enough to lift her hand to reach his chest* IÂ….I am sorryÂ…..so sorry I am going to leave yeÂ…Â…
Ye ainÂ’t! *Kelth sobbed while speaking* yer goinÂ’ ta liveÂ…..and stay with me! *he held her tight*
*she cried softly, glancing up at him in pain and sorrow*
KelthÂ….pleaseÂ….kiss meÂ…kiss me a last timeÂ….a final kissÂ….a final feel of yer passion for meÂ….*she murmuredÂ…her voice sometimes completely absent*
*Kelth, not being able to hold back his emotion, crying like mad, took her in for a kissÂ…all his passion for her in itÂ….the iron like taste of bloodÂ…slowly entering his mouthÂ….though he did not careÂ…..he kissed her as if he thought he would prolong her life by itÂ….untill he felt her body become heavyÂ….he slowly released her lifeless body form the kissÂ….crying loudly, his forehead against hersÂ….
*A loud horn soundedÂ….causing all orcs to stop fighting, turn and run off*
*Kelth did not notice them leavingÂ….his sorrowÂ….angerÂ….despondencyÂ…Â…had him in their graspÂ….*
Dire times came upon the south of Rashemen.....rumours of a menacing army of orcs spread like wildfire....the rumours also spoke that this was no mere
warband.....this orc army consisted out of disciplined warriors....not mere brutes...and all were clad in iron.... it was whispered that their warboss was
named Rharknorg Moonsorrow, of the Moonsorrow Clan...town after town was burned to the ground by the brutish army.....crimes comitted towards the populace that dare not be spoken about in the open.....the orcs took -no- captives....children were burned....women were violated....to the extend that surviving men were forced to watch before killed.....so gruesome was the malice behind Rharknorg's army...that even the heavens inhabitants would weep....
Kelth took the rumours seriously....riding out with the brothers Macallister to see for themselves....towards the nearest neighbouring village....
upon reaching their destination....the three men could naught but gasp...their eyes filling themselves with tears....the sickening display of butchered
townfolk.....severed body parts of warriors.....the stench of death, burned flesh and smoking ruins.....a flock of ravens feeding themselves.....
"....Kelth...." -Ed spoke- " T....this could be oour hamlet.....we must inform tha' elders! we....we must think aboout survival this time....
surely if the other toowns share this fate....oours will not be better lads...."
" Raaaaaagh!" - Hal thundered - " I'll be fokkin' damned ta run with me tail 'tween where Tempus split me! I am -not- goin' ta give up me crops and home ta
fokkin' greenskins! heed me saying this! -he spat on the ground-
- Kelth had to swallow one time, composing his inner anger-
"Lads....Ed has a point....but so does Hal.....I ain't willing ta run fer them greenskin either...but are we willing ta face -these- kind of cruelties should
we lose to them? .....we ain't in the position ta make decissions....we best be off ta them elders....they'll know what ta do....aye? "
"Aye..." -Ed and Hal both said-
As the elders conversed....a sollution was thought up....
The Hamlet where Kelth resided was quite central and on higher terrain...making it a strategic target most likely...the elders sent out riders to the
remaining villages and northern lands....offering a meeting to discuss the option of standing together....
The result was amazing...within the three days following, elders from all other villages travelled to Kelth's hamlet....the northern clans allready bringing
warriors...
The northern tribes offered refugee to the women, children and elderly of all villages....the other villages soon agreed to provide all warriors they could
spare to form a united army.....talks on this were long...and went on for days....making agreements between leaders.
-----
As Kelth was readying his battle armor and inspecting his assortment of blades, he spoke to Daneira...
" I want ye ta go with the caravan.....north.....I cannae risk losin' ye...nor do I want us ta suffer a fate like the poor souls in other villages...."
Daneira roared like a tigress at Kelth...
" YE HAVE NAYE RIGHT TA TELL ME WHOT TA DO! ..... KELTH MCEWAN!...*she tried lowering her voice, hissing* I am risking just as much! if I lose ye....whot
else is there ta live fer? eh? I'm staying wiv ye Kelth....and there be nowt ya can do about it! ... if we are tae die, Kelth....we do so together....but fer now....have faith that we will kick their arses, quit yer yappin' and make love tae me!"
---------------------------------------
Once all warriors had arrived at the Hamlet, the army began to amass....all battle groups lining up....
Word was, that Rharknorg and his army were making their way to the Hamlet...so the united clans of the villages formed up into their groups...awaiting the
blessings of the Battlepriests.
As the battlepriests blessed the army, Riders brought word that the army of Rahrknorg Moonsorrow was staging at the bottom of the hills....
in the distance....the marching of the foul orcs could be heard.
as Kelth moved to the ridge and glanced down.....he could see the torches....a gigantic line of torches.....which revealed the shades of armor clad orcs....
grunting and howling, thirsting for blood,violence and sin....
Kelth quickly formed back up in line and glanced up to the skies.....t'was near twilight......and the united villages, now an army, marched down.....
During the march, Kelth and Daneira's hands met one another....squeezing while marching, glancing at eachother with a grin...yet emotional....both afraid...
Rain began to fall over the silent hills and fields.....and a thunderstorm broke out.....the two armies now facing eachother.....
Soon it became clear, the humans were vastly outnumbered.....at least ten to one.....but still they chose to take the field.....
As the rain lashed into the faces of all those on the field...and thunder struck all around, the orcs unleashed a thundering roar alltogether....clearly their warcry....Kelth and his men...and the entire army roared out in return....
the moment of calmth before the storm arose.....the air filled with sheer hatred, disgust....mayhap some fear.....
With another thundering word of command from a quite large Orc in the back lines....the orcs began to march forward...rapidly....the large Orc in the back wielding a crude, large blade and a distinct red leather armor....bigger than all other orcs....this clearly was Rharknorg.....their warboss.....
The united clans began to march in return....marching became running.....running forming into a charge....the warrior poets roaring out with rage...
remembering what was done to the other villages....and most of them began to sing or hum....battlesongs....
The two armies clashed......the sound of swords crossing.....
Cries....grunts....roars.....steel cleaving flesh....bodies falling to the ground....
Kelth gritted his teeth....wielding his master crafted sword with outmost security, cleaving orc after orc...left swing...right swing....upwards thrust,lifting a screaming orc upward and throwing him into his own ranks....
Daneira spun like a whirlwind on the field, throwing heaps of orcs backwards, dismembered and screaming....attempting to crawl away from her wrath....but she gave no quarter, she made the best of efforts to end them all.....
Ed and Hal combined, fighting back to back, held off nearly half a frontline of orc foot soldiers, supported by crazy Vin from range, reciting sentences from the book of Tempus, as he felled orc by orc with his deadly bolts...
William dished out a mighty headbutt to an orc captain, before delivering a thundering blow of death to him.
The figthing was intense...with many of the clansmen dying....their ranks were thinning rapidly, whilst the waves of orcs seemed endless...
Becoming weared down...Ed and Hal were at the end of their rope....struggling to stand on their feet, barely able to strike deadly blows...rather parrying the striking done upon them...Vin, noticing, dropped his crossbow and charged forth to support them, his sword drawn....but alas....a searing blow of pain in his back stopped him dead in his tracks.....feeling fluid streaming down his back and legs....he fell on his knees...realising he was gravely cut by a crude orc blade.....as he glanced up....he witnessed Ed taking a massive blade in the chest....whilst Hal called out for Ed....both in anger and tears....
"Tempus....do not forsake us in this dire hour....." * Vin spoke softly*....soon followed by a growl in pain as he saw a blade poking out of his chest....his vision turning hazy....slowly succumbing to death....
Hal....seeing Ed die in front of him, roared with rage and threw his two hander right into an orc, using his bare hands to snap the neck of another....whilst the other orcs around him stabbed him with their crude bladesÂ….untill he eventually sank through his kneesÂ….lifeforce flowing out of him rapidly as his eyes rolled backwardsÂ….
KelthÂ….breathing heavilyÂ….heard and noticed his brethren fall one by oneÂ….he spotted DaneiraÂ…dancing with death as the orc waves poured in on her.
Kelth tried to make his way to aid herÂ….when all of a sudden all sound and vision was knocked out of his sensesÂ….
Slowly opening his what he thought were both his eyesÂ….resulted in the fact that Kelth quickly noticed he was only seeing with one eyeÂ…his otherÂ….never would be able to see againÂ…
Trying to get his bearings, he tried to stand up, falling over again. Glancing up, just in time to see his beloved Daneira taking a big, crude orc blade right into the chest with a loud yelp of painÂ…
“DANEIRAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” *Kelth’s eerie call echoed all over the fields*
The orc responsible for her deathblow, twisted his blade a cruel quarter and kicked Daneira down on the groundÂ….whilst Kelth managed to pick up his two hander and in his rage, left nothing but a trail of death as he raced to DaneiraÂ….slaying the orc responsible for her death with one slashÂ….thenÂ…continueing to hack and slash on the orcÂ’s corpse until it was no longer recogniseableÂ….
He then threw down his blade and fell on his kneesÂ…taking Daneira in his arms, holding her as she was breathing her last breathsÂ….
*she murmured* KÂ….KelthÂ….*her strength not even enough to lift her hand to reach his chest* IÂ….I am sorryÂ…..so sorry I am going to leave yeÂ…Â…
Ye ainÂ’t! *Kelth sobbed while speaking* yer goinÂ’ ta liveÂ…..and stay with me! *he held her tight*
*she cried softly, glancing up at him in pain and sorrow*
KelthÂ….pleaseÂ….kiss meÂ…kiss me a last timeÂ….a final kissÂ….a final feel of yer passion for meÂ….*she murmuredÂ…her voice sometimes completely absent*
*Kelth, not being able to hold back his emotion, crying like mad, took her in for a kissÂ…all his passion for her in itÂ….the iron like taste of bloodÂ…slowly entering his mouthÂ….though he did not careÂ…..he kissed her as if he thought he would prolong her life by itÂ….untill he felt her body become heavyÂ….he slowly released her lifeless body form the kissÂ….crying loudly, his forehead against hersÂ….
*A loud horn soundedÂ….causing all orcs to stop fighting, turn and run off*
*Kelth did not notice them leavingÂ….his sorrowÂ….angerÂ….despondencyÂ…Â…had him in their graspÂ….*
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Vengeance be a dish, best served cold.....so fer tha´...I use cold steel...
*Kelth had a wicked grin on his face...the blood dripping from his face as he slowly began to sever the head of the dark-green skinned carcass...the rest of the tent was littered with orc corpses.....dismembered limbs and entrails all over.....the faces of the gutted orcs showing the agony they had to endure during their last moments.....outside..stood a band of four fellow clanners, tending to their own wounds...these five men...all that was left of that once proud army....the orcs however....paid the price in full....their campaign thwarted as Kelth walked out of the tent holding the severed head of Rharknorg Moonsorrow, holding it by it´s string like black hairs*
*As they made their way back, strolling about in that destroyed camp....all tents now ablaze and orc kin dead or dying on the floor, Kelth had an hollow look in his eyes, as if robbed of his very own soul...he heard not the pleas of the other four clanners when they wanted to rest a little....untill the point they could not longer keep up with him and let him walk his lonely path....making his way back to his home.......he fell down to his knees....for in front of him, the home was burning.....and in the distance...he could see a small band of cowering orcs running, making their way to the hills...the very hills where he had buried Daneira...*
*Ramming the head on a wooden spear, buried in the ground for foundation, piercing an eyesocket in the proces, his nosthrills flared up, breathing increasing, as he ran after them, sword drawn........upon arriving at the grave-site, it was allready too late.....her grave had been violated....immensely, the foul signs of orc language carved in the cross....blood and remains of cattle abused to disturb the peacefull site Kelth had created for her.....*
*Needless to say, Kelth hunted down the final few orcs and made effort to capture them, rather than killing them outright..using traps made out of nets and pits....and the nights following after...were filled with screams of orc-kin, as he tortured them slowly, ending their misbegotten lives with a wild, sadistic glee*
*After taking the final few still useable possessions left after the fire, he made his way to Daneira´s grave-site.....doing his best to cleanse it.....but to no avail....the bloodstains would not come off.....allthough the cross, he made anew*
*As he planted the cross anew, a big crow landed on top of it, tilting it´s head and regarding Kelth with interest....a ringing female whisper lingered in the air*
You seek to restore her peace, correct?
*Kelth blinked*
Wha´s this? *unstrapping the claymore from his back, holding it in a firm grip*
*The crow, did not flinch nor flutter, kept it´s gaze locked firmly at Kelth*
Be at peace...bold Warrior Poet.....for I come with an offer.....not a threat.....*the voice whispered again*
Do you wish her peace to be guaranteed? warrior poet?
Do you wish for her to be carried on wings, to a place only the boldest of warriors are allowed to go when their time has come?
*Kelth blinked, regarding the crow*
Am I finally losin´ me mind noow?
*the voice chuckled softly* No, young warrior poet.....I -am- the one known as The Morrigan.....the one who rewards strife and battle....the one who rewards those who die in glorious battle.....now answer me...do you wish for the things I mentioned?
Aye.....I do.....but hoow?
I...merely ask of you to become a devout follower of my teachings.....sadly, I can not make the promise of reunion with your former life partner in the afterlife....for if all goes well.....your death will not be soon yet....and there is no telling what will happen in your life...and her afterlife.....but you -are- the key to her being at peace....
*Kelth´s eyes wandered in the distance, thinking......but he did desire the grave to be cleansed....*
Aye....aye Morrigan......I pledge m´self tae yer teachin´s......if ye promise me tha´ this site will be cleansed an´ protected......
Then it will be so, young Kelth......head north....for there is a large hamlet at threat there by barbarian hordes.....the threat matters not to me, what matters to me is to see you fight and lead.....for that is what you did best so far in your young years...inspire your brethren in battle......fill their hearts with joy as they fight.....and please me in turn.....now go! go and please me, young Kelth......
*And so it began...Kelth´s journey.....the only goal to please his newfound Godess and guarantee Daneira her deserved peace....neglecting the steps to create his own....as he filled the days to come with battle, excessive drinking , music making and women.....*
*Kelth had a wicked grin on his face...the blood dripping from his face as he slowly began to sever the head of the dark-green skinned carcass...the rest of the tent was littered with orc corpses.....dismembered limbs and entrails all over.....the faces of the gutted orcs showing the agony they had to endure during their last moments.....outside..stood a band of four fellow clanners, tending to their own wounds...these five men...all that was left of that once proud army....the orcs however....paid the price in full....their campaign thwarted as Kelth walked out of the tent holding the severed head of Rharknorg Moonsorrow, holding it by it´s string like black hairs*
*As they made their way back, strolling about in that destroyed camp....all tents now ablaze and orc kin dead or dying on the floor, Kelth had an hollow look in his eyes, as if robbed of his very own soul...he heard not the pleas of the other four clanners when they wanted to rest a little....untill the point they could not longer keep up with him and let him walk his lonely path....making his way back to his home.......he fell down to his knees....for in front of him, the home was burning.....and in the distance...he could see a small band of cowering orcs running, making their way to the hills...the very hills where he had buried Daneira...*
*Ramming the head on a wooden spear, buried in the ground for foundation, piercing an eyesocket in the proces, his nosthrills flared up, breathing increasing, as he ran after them, sword drawn........upon arriving at the grave-site, it was allready too late.....her grave had been violated....immensely, the foul signs of orc language carved in the cross....blood and remains of cattle abused to disturb the peacefull site Kelth had created for her.....*
*Needless to say, Kelth hunted down the final few orcs and made effort to capture them, rather than killing them outright..using traps made out of nets and pits....and the nights following after...were filled with screams of orc-kin, as he tortured them slowly, ending their misbegotten lives with a wild, sadistic glee*
*After taking the final few still useable possessions left after the fire, he made his way to Daneira´s grave-site.....doing his best to cleanse it.....but to no avail....the bloodstains would not come off.....allthough the cross, he made anew*
*As he planted the cross anew, a big crow landed on top of it, tilting it´s head and regarding Kelth with interest....a ringing female whisper lingered in the air*
You seek to restore her peace, correct?
*Kelth blinked*
Wha´s this? *unstrapping the claymore from his back, holding it in a firm grip*
*The crow, did not flinch nor flutter, kept it´s gaze locked firmly at Kelth*
Be at peace...bold Warrior Poet.....for I come with an offer.....not a threat.....*the voice whispered again*
Do you wish her peace to be guaranteed? warrior poet?
Do you wish for her to be carried on wings, to a place only the boldest of warriors are allowed to go when their time has come?
*Kelth blinked, regarding the crow*
Am I finally losin´ me mind noow?
*the voice chuckled softly* No, young warrior poet.....I -am- the one known as The Morrigan.....the one who rewards strife and battle....the one who rewards those who die in glorious battle.....now answer me...do you wish for the things I mentioned?
Aye.....I do.....but hoow?
I...merely ask of you to become a devout follower of my teachings.....sadly, I can not make the promise of reunion with your former life partner in the afterlife....for if all goes well.....your death will not be soon yet....and there is no telling what will happen in your life...and her afterlife.....but you -are- the key to her being at peace....
*Kelth´s eyes wandered in the distance, thinking......but he did desire the grave to be cleansed....*
Aye....aye Morrigan......I pledge m´self tae yer teachin´s......if ye promise me tha´ this site will be cleansed an´ protected......
Then it will be so, young Kelth......head north....for there is a large hamlet at threat there by barbarian hordes.....the threat matters not to me, what matters to me is to see you fight and lead.....for that is what you did best so far in your young years...inspire your brethren in battle......fill their hearts with joy as they fight.....and please me in turn.....now go! go and please me, young Kelth......
*And so it began...Kelth´s journey.....the only goal to please his newfound Godess and guarantee Daneira her deserved peace....neglecting the steps to create his own....as he filled the days to come with battle, excessive drinking , music making and women.....*
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*Kelth had pulled a chair up the stage in the smoking hammer....strumming his Bizkouki with a fond smile, he was in the mood to sing....despite the low number of folk inside...*
Oh, who is raised by tha´ sword, cannae be beaten...
Who is toughened by tha´ fire cannae be burned...
Awaited by immortality...
Are the ones sacrificing their lives...
Tae blood, tae victory, tae tha´ truth...
As ye sow, as shall ye reap...
We will turn yer fields into death shining...
Our blades smash all doown...
Guidance of cold winds...
We complete the ancient rule....
Each of us was created tae kill...
Hail tha´ wisest ones...
Ye have walked tha´ severe an´ harsh path..
Tae tha´ almighty crown...
Soon tha´ lost riddles will be solved....
Once and for all....
As tha´ ageless earth praises yer sword...
Oh, raise tha´ wind....
Oh, open up earth....
Oh, wild waters flood....
And flames burn the ruins they own....
Burn all and everything they own....
Noow let yer prayers fade....
Tha´ weak ones will meet their gruesome fate....
Loyal minds will nae break...
Tha´ bold people of war....
Have raised tae get their victory....
Ye depend on oour mercy...
Who is raised by tha´ sword cannae be beaten....
Who is toughened by tha´ fire cannae be burned...
Await tha´ final challenges....
Oour everlasting loyalty...
Will never break....
Tha´ bold people of war....
Have raised their swords....
Oh, who is raised by tha´ sword, cannae be beaten...
Who is toughened by tha´ fire cannae be burned...
Awaited by immortality...
Are the ones sacrificing their lives...
Tae blood, tae victory, tae tha´ truth...
As ye sow, as shall ye reap...
We will turn yer fields into death shining...
Our blades smash all doown...
Guidance of cold winds...
We complete the ancient rule....
Each of us was created tae kill...
Hail tha´ wisest ones...
Ye have walked tha´ severe an´ harsh path..
Tae tha´ almighty crown...
Soon tha´ lost riddles will be solved....
Once and for all....
As tha´ ageless earth praises yer sword...
Oh, raise tha´ wind....
Oh, open up earth....
Oh, wild waters flood....
And flames burn the ruins they own....
Burn all and everything they own....
Noow let yer prayers fade....
Tha´ weak ones will meet their gruesome fate....
Loyal minds will nae break...
Tha´ bold people of war....
Have raised tae get their victory....
Ye depend on oour mercy...
Who is raised by tha´ sword cannae be beaten....
Who is toughened by tha´ fire cannae be burned...
Await tha´ final challenges....
Oour everlasting loyalty...
Will never break....
Tha´ bold people of war....
Have raised their swords....
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'ere noow journal....been some time since I wrote in ye.....
Sigil seems tae fill wiv more "berks" recently, bumping up to people....one of them recently bumped into Cat...wanted tae remodel 'is face fer him...but let him wander off with an apology.......
somethin's stirrin' wivin' me vains.....could I be gettin' back in touch wiv me roots? or be it tha' Morrigan ?
Ye Gods dear journal....so much goin' on inside o' me...... Cat's been investing a lot in me.....she 'as wise words....and tae see 'er nearly cry fer me (I knoow she was aboout tae but used tha' comment tae block it) when I was knocked oout in them ice wastes with that large group.....touched me....aye...it did.
She be the ferst askin' aboout me parents, what they did, and so, I told.....she seems sincerely interested in me as person.....and e'er since that moment in the beastlands....I 'ave tae admit I care fer her....quite some....nae knoow where all will lead...but time will tell.....
Naya...'ope she be allrooit wiv Piri......I miss them....a lot....cannae deny I be tempted tae go through that portal an' try tae look 'em up, just tae see if they be allrooit.....but I won't.....it be her path.....
Nastasia....been a while since I saw 'er....wonder hoow she be doin' ? an' if that latest meeting left an impression....
Asteria was nice enoough tae sell me a fancy claymore! noow I be near skint....only to find oout she 'as twa more wiv runes a'glowin'! I MUST 'AVE THEM!
means I'll 'ave tae travel deeper 'n deeper.....but I WANT THEM!
and have 'em I will!
Sigil seems tae fill wiv more "berks" recently, bumping up to people....one of them recently bumped into Cat...wanted tae remodel 'is face fer him...but let him wander off with an apology.......
somethin's stirrin' wivin' me vains.....could I be gettin' back in touch wiv me roots? or be it tha' Morrigan ?
Ye Gods dear journal....so much goin' on inside o' me...... Cat's been investing a lot in me.....she 'as wise words....and tae see 'er nearly cry fer me (I knoow she was aboout tae but used tha' comment tae block it) when I was knocked oout in them ice wastes with that large group.....touched me....aye...it did.
She be the ferst askin' aboout me parents, what they did, and so, I told.....she seems sincerely interested in me as person.....and e'er since that moment in the beastlands....I 'ave tae admit I care fer her....quite some....nae knoow where all will lead...but time will tell.....
Naya...'ope she be allrooit wiv Piri......I miss them....a lot....cannae deny I be tempted tae go through that portal an' try tae look 'em up, just tae see if they be allrooit.....but I won't.....it be her path.....
Nastasia....been a while since I saw 'er....wonder hoow she be doin' ? an' if that latest meeting left an impression....
Asteria was nice enoough tae sell me a fancy claymore! noow I be near skint....only to find oout she 'as twa more wiv runes a'glowin'! I MUST 'AVE THEM!
means I'll 'ave tae travel deeper 'n deeper.....but I WANT THEM!
and have 'em I will!
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A Cursed Soul
*It had started a day after he went to Baator with Marius.....where had found the gigantic beast of a claymore..dark red runes glowing faintly over the perfectly forged steel...Kelth was thrilled...holding it.....feeling the resonance between the fine instrument of death and himself...*
Aye....AYE! *Kelth laughed* this.....be a claymore worthy of handlin'!
*Kelth suddenly blinked as he heard a whisper*
Yesss Kelthhhh.....embrace the raaage.....RAAAAGE!
*Kelth blinked* I must be gettin' tired.....time fer me tae 'ead back tae me room.....
UNGH....graah....*Kelth rubbed his temple when he finally sat on the edge of the bed in his room....his head felt as if it was about to explode...unly to suddenly vanish....*
Raage.....RAAAAAGE! *a distant whisper again, Kelth rubbed his face and lay himself down...resting*
*The Days following, Kelth was having more of these horrid headaches...but spoke to none about it, untill he was walking the streets with Cat and it hit him again...massively*
*Karath'Rok met them on the streets...puzzled to see the towering Kelth wincing and holding his head like that*
"Perhaps some killing will take the focus of the pain, mh?" -Karath spoke
"I am worried about those headaches of his..." -Cat spoke
*Kelth gave a dismissing wave with his hands*
Aye! some killin' ...ungh....*in his enthusiasm he grabbed his head again, as they made their way to the Portal leading to those frozes wastes...*
*The whispers had been tormenting him all those days......slowly consuming his thoughts.....but allowing him control still*
They have taken all from you...Kelthhhhh.....they murdered! they pillaged! they raped! (these final three statements were repeated in his head by a thousand voices, over and over again)
Raaage.....RAAAAGE!....hatred for their kin......all the same.....
*A day among those days before the travel to the icy wastes...Kelth had taken part of another expedition.....Edgar had driven him over the edge before they even had walked off.....as the whispers kicked in* Thayan!......the other one said it! you heard it...slaver! he talked behind your back!...snake...yesss...kill him...KILL HIM! raaage....RAAAAAAGE!
*Kelth grabbed Edgar by the throat and started squeezing slowly, with a firm grip with that massive hand...Edgar was coughing...*
"Kelth! Kelth! that's enough!" -Cat spoke
*Kelth had let Edgar go as Cat's voice slowly entered his mind and had flown into his heart.....it was clear....if not for her intervening...Kelth would have snapped Edgar's neck*
*Kelth, Karrath'Rok, Cat and Vorr wandered the icy wastes...to be accompanied in time by the dwarf named Nar....Kelth knew him a bit now....Kelth liked dwarves....he thought them fantastic battle brothers....*
*wandering through the caves....Cat caught a whisper....coming from that sword of Kelth....* They took allll from you Kelthhhhhh.....embrace your raaaage!
*outside, Cat had her jaw fixed and glanced at Kelth*
"Either you get that sword checked or you throw it away!"
*Kelth glanced up at her with a bewildered gaze....somewhere..deep within....he heard and felt her voice...struggling to maintain his sanity...the thousands of whispers ringing in his head.......a loud "NAE!" escaped from him as they walked on*
*After another few battles....Kelth was gravely injured....severely distracted by the whispers...he had left his defense gaping open...though even after being tended to....it would seem that wild glint in his eyes would only become stronger....after simply -destroying- two ice elementals, the giant versions of those, his eyes started to roll back and foam began to form on his mouth....*
*Nar had heard the whispers as well....and Cat confirmed with him....the fellowship merely regarded that beast of a sword....slowly realising......as Cat told them he had found it in the hells....that Kelth was wielding a possible relic from the blood wars*
*Vorr spoke* some of those blades...were cursed....should they end up in enemy hands.....
*Kelths perception of the world narrowed to a tunnel like vision.....the voices of the others distorted....deformed....*
"Kelth....drop that sword lad...." -Nar spoke
*it all went fast then.....Kelth realised they were going to steal that sword of him.....they could not be trusted.....no no no...-the whispers in his mind telling him the most gruesome of suggestions, not to inflict....no....but what those with him were planning-......they were going take his sword and Cat would leave him to rot.....enjoying herself with others...Edgar....willingly.....Kelth's mind filling with the laughing of a fully crowded Bazaar....people pointing...mocking....laughing*
*It was then, he felt Nar grabbing his arm* "yer goin' with us lad...." *Nar's grip was strong....a true warrior....and Kelth's rage unleashed....after a brief struggle...the two found themselves evenly matched....Kelth roaring out and broke from that iron grip of Nar....Nar stumbling backwards with his eyes widened at the mere display of strength*
*That surge of rage drained him so fast.....that Kelth was struggling on his feet....his eyes darting at those around him in panic....before he collapsed...*
*Nar took the job of carrying massive Kelth.....still clutching that sword despite him being out cold.....Cat suggested to bring him to the Bazaar.....remembering that Kelth had brought her there to break her curse..*
*Arriving at the Bazaar....they gently laid Kelth on the floor. Some bartering was done with the arcanist offering his services and along with Vorr, a series of spells to break curses and blessings were bestowed upon Kelth*
*Kelth gasped loudly, arching his back...leaving only his feet and shoulders leaning on the ground.....his eyes bloodshot and foam forming on the mouth...growling.....crying out in pain it seemed....inside he was feeling as if those thousand voices had gotten a pair of claws each...tearing at him...he had released the sword and clawed his own nails in the very cobblestones of Sigil, convulsing and twitching, those bloodshot eyes darting all over the Bazaar....*
*Everyone passed his vision..Cat...who was whispering to him "I am here, love..." ever so gently and holding his hand ... Nar...regarding him...Karath'Rok....glancing with interest....Vorr....with a neutral look in eye.....Marius and Nastasia next to eachother...Marius nodding at some words Nastasia mumbled and Nastasia...averted her eyes from Kelth and revealed a clenched trembling fist*
*A sound as if an earthquake rumbled in his ears only, Kelth spasmed one time, heavily....then after....finally his body relaxed on the ground*
*words about the sword were exhanged....manners to contain Kelth should this happen again, to the extent of shrinking him and putting him in a bag, were uttered*
"No one will shrink him and put him in a bag!" -Cat spoke harshly
*Kelth finally opened his eyes....and like a dumbstruck lamb, stared in front of him as he sat...a hollow look in his eyes....weary.....he slowly took a large bundle of white cloth and wrapped the sword in it, nodding at the comments he should have it destroyed or find gloves to protect himself....he could only think of one thing.....his bed...*
*Cat brought him to his room, supporting that heavy, tall man that was Kelth and tucked him into his bed, leaving him to rest*
*not having any idea of the time....Kelth slowly opened his eyes....confirming he was in his room....only to notice a female form sitting at his feet on the edge of the bed...squinting....he murmured*
N....Nastasia?
*It had started a day after he went to Baator with Marius.....where had found the gigantic beast of a claymore..dark red runes glowing faintly over the perfectly forged steel...Kelth was thrilled...holding it.....feeling the resonance between the fine instrument of death and himself...*
Aye....AYE! *Kelth laughed* this.....be a claymore worthy of handlin'!
*Kelth suddenly blinked as he heard a whisper*
Yesss Kelthhhh.....embrace the raaage.....RAAAAGE!
*Kelth blinked* I must be gettin' tired.....time fer me tae 'ead back tae me room.....
UNGH....graah....*Kelth rubbed his temple when he finally sat on the edge of the bed in his room....his head felt as if it was about to explode...unly to suddenly vanish....*
Raage.....RAAAAAGE! *a distant whisper again, Kelth rubbed his face and lay himself down...resting*
*The Days following, Kelth was having more of these horrid headaches...but spoke to none about it, untill he was walking the streets with Cat and it hit him again...massively*
*Karath'Rok met them on the streets...puzzled to see the towering Kelth wincing and holding his head like that*
"Perhaps some killing will take the focus of the pain, mh?" -Karath spoke
"I am worried about those headaches of his..." -Cat spoke
*Kelth gave a dismissing wave with his hands*
Aye! some killin' ...ungh....*in his enthusiasm he grabbed his head again, as they made their way to the Portal leading to those frozes wastes...*
*The whispers had been tormenting him all those days......slowly consuming his thoughts.....but allowing him control still*
They have taken all from you...Kelthhhhh.....they murdered! they pillaged! they raped! (these final three statements were repeated in his head by a thousand voices, over and over again)
Raaage.....RAAAAGE!....hatred for their kin......all the same.....
*A day among those days before the travel to the icy wastes...Kelth had taken part of another expedition.....Edgar had driven him over the edge before they even had walked off.....as the whispers kicked in* Thayan!......the other one said it! you heard it...slaver! he talked behind your back!...snake...yesss...kill him...KILL HIM! raaage....RAAAAAAGE!
*Kelth grabbed Edgar by the throat and started squeezing slowly, with a firm grip with that massive hand...Edgar was coughing...*
"Kelth! Kelth! that's enough!" -Cat spoke
*Kelth had let Edgar go as Cat's voice slowly entered his mind and had flown into his heart.....it was clear....if not for her intervening...Kelth would have snapped Edgar's neck*
*Kelth, Karrath'Rok, Cat and Vorr wandered the icy wastes...to be accompanied in time by the dwarf named Nar....Kelth knew him a bit now....Kelth liked dwarves....he thought them fantastic battle brothers....*
*wandering through the caves....Cat caught a whisper....coming from that sword of Kelth....* They took allll from you Kelthhhhhh.....embrace your raaaage!
*outside, Cat had her jaw fixed and glanced at Kelth*
"Either you get that sword checked or you throw it away!"
*Kelth glanced up at her with a bewildered gaze....somewhere..deep within....he heard and felt her voice...struggling to maintain his sanity...the thousands of whispers ringing in his head.......a loud "NAE!" escaped from him as they walked on*
*After another few battles....Kelth was gravely injured....severely distracted by the whispers...he had left his defense gaping open...though even after being tended to....it would seem that wild glint in his eyes would only become stronger....after simply -destroying- two ice elementals, the giant versions of those, his eyes started to roll back and foam began to form on his mouth....*
*Nar had heard the whispers as well....and Cat confirmed with him....the fellowship merely regarded that beast of a sword....slowly realising......as Cat told them he had found it in the hells....that Kelth was wielding a possible relic from the blood wars*
*Vorr spoke* some of those blades...were cursed....should they end up in enemy hands.....
*Kelths perception of the world narrowed to a tunnel like vision.....the voices of the others distorted....deformed....*
"Kelth....drop that sword lad...." -Nar spoke
*it all went fast then.....Kelth realised they were going to steal that sword of him.....they could not be trusted.....no no no...-the whispers in his mind telling him the most gruesome of suggestions, not to inflict....no....but what those with him were planning-......they were going take his sword and Cat would leave him to rot.....enjoying herself with others...Edgar....willingly.....Kelth's mind filling with the laughing of a fully crowded Bazaar....people pointing...mocking....laughing*
*It was then, he felt Nar grabbing his arm* "yer goin' with us lad...." *Nar's grip was strong....a true warrior....and Kelth's rage unleashed....after a brief struggle...the two found themselves evenly matched....Kelth roaring out and broke from that iron grip of Nar....Nar stumbling backwards with his eyes widened at the mere display of strength*
*That surge of rage drained him so fast.....that Kelth was struggling on his feet....his eyes darting at those around him in panic....before he collapsed...*
*Nar took the job of carrying massive Kelth.....still clutching that sword despite him being out cold.....Cat suggested to bring him to the Bazaar.....remembering that Kelth had brought her there to break her curse..*
*Arriving at the Bazaar....they gently laid Kelth on the floor. Some bartering was done with the arcanist offering his services and along with Vorr, a series of spells to break curses and blessings were bestowed upon Kelth*
*Kelth gasped loudly, arching his back...leaving only his feet and shoulders leaning on the ground.....his eyes bloodshot and foam forming on the mouth...growling.....crying out in pain it seemed....inside he was feeling as if those thousand voices had gotten a pair of claws each...tearing at him...he had released the sword and clawed his own nails in the very cobblestones of Sigil, convulsing and twitching, those bloodshot eyes darting all over the Bazaar....*
*Everyone passed his vision..Cat...who was whispering to him "I am here, love..." ever so gently and holding his hand ... Nar...regarding him...Karath'Rok....glancing with interest....Vorr....with a neutral look in eye.....Marius and Nastasia next to eachother...Marius nodding at some words Nastasia mumbled and Nastasia...averted her eyes from Kelth and revealed a clenched trembling fist*
*A sound as if an earthquake rumbled in his ears only, Kelth spasmed one time, heavily....then after....finally his body relaxed on the ground*
*words about the sword were exhanged....manners to contain Kelth should this happen again, to the extent of shrinking him and putting him in a bag, were uttered*
"No one will shrink him and put him in a bag!" -Cat spoke harshly
*Kelth finally opened his eyes....and like a dumbstruck lamb, stared in front of him as he sat...a hollow look in his eyes....weary.....he slowly took a large bundle of white cloth and wrapped the sword in it, nodding at the comments he should have it destroyed or find gloves to protect himself....he could only think of one thing.....his bed...*
*Cat brought him to his room, supporting that heavy, tall man that was Kelth and tucked him into his bed, leaving him to rest*
*not having any idea of the time....Kelth slowly opened his eyes....confirming he was in his room....only to notice a female form sitting at his feet on the edge of the bed...squinting....he murmured*
N....Nastasia?
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* Kelth stood upon the hill in the beastlands....the winds blowing through his hairs....he was playing on an instrument he had kept hidden for all this time....his pipes...playing a lament to the fallen....to honor them...his eyes closed as he focused on breathing air into the bag...playing from the heart....all of those he had fought alongside with with meaning...Daneira....Hal....Ed....Crazy Vin.....Galen...Anyndûr...Cajin....Alana.....Angus....and all of those militiamen that had followed him into the fray...and followed him till the death...among a lament to the lost....he also played tunes in honor of the newfound friendships he had forged....*
* They had grouped up with another group of warriors.....at first....it was him...Marek...Piel...and his beloved Cat.....the usual ´Clanners` he had with him weren´t around that time....Karath´Rok....Nar...La´Feya and her bodyguard, Dra´Noth....Edgar he never would see as a clanner....no doubt the future would behold a clash between Kelth and him of large proportions....at least, that is what Kelth was preparing for in his mind....*
*The joining with the other group was fruitfull....untill a certain ´smartarse` thought it would be appropriate to mock Kelth for taking the risks of facing the Giants and enduring the most punishment.....this man....Eran...did not make even the slightest impression on Kelth, Kelth thought him to be a wee girl.....stuffing his cut of the loot in his stomach...Kelth had to blink as Cat hissed at Eran...Marek allready was defending Kelth´s honor with words and even Piel turned on Eran to sort him out.....Kelth had understood Cat´s reaction...and the look in her eyes revealed that she was ready to cut out Eran´s tongue (which she also stated to him later on) if he would continue his mocking....Marek.....he reminded Kelth so much of Vin....yet Marek ofcourse being a complete different individual....Kelth...having a soft spot for him.....like he has for Elrik...considering them kindred spirits in their own right....Piel.....he did not anticipate him sticking up for him.....but Piel had gained his respect from now on in return....for respect given to Kelth....surely was something given back in sevenfold....*
*The group parted after several more battles and a small second episode of mocking between Eran and Kelth.....Kelth left it at that.....not wanting to display an outburst and perhaps leaving the other party with a dismembered party member....he chose the path of peace and left the other at it....leaving for Sigil with Cat after giving Marek a brotherly hug....Piel had allready left due to pressing errands....it had been a worthfull venture none the less....Kelth had grown wiser....*
*Kelth thought of Naya......how was she doing? with that little devil of her...he hoped her time away had given her what she was looking for....he missed her*
*Kelth thought of Nastasia....will she ever be able to be saved? how? what could Cat and him do for her? ...*
of Catrina....
*Catrina had managed to reach deeply into Kelth......so much sincere interest in who he really is....his past....his parents....his...pain....and in turn, this had awakened the same sincere interest in her.....they had got to know eachother well.....fought a lot alongside eachother....and.....he could not deny......he came to love her....and she had came to love him.....both not knowing what the future would bring but willing to see that off......
Kelth....due to recent events.....had felt the need to prove his intentions by going to find her rare flowers in the beastlands.....she had told him it was not needed....but Kelth would not hear it....he would do it none the less.....leaving in a few days from now....they had spoken at length......about eachother....views on life....and knew they were on the same spot....and he had learned much from her.....and her unquestioned caring for him.....aye....Kelth´s heart skipped a beat...having her in his mind...as he stopped playing the tunes, with a fond smile on his lips*
* They had grouped up with another group of warriors.....at first....it was him...Marek...Piel...and his beloved Cat.....the usual ´Clanners` he had with him weren´t around that time....Karath´Rok....Nar...La´Feya and her bodyguard, Dra´Noth....Edgar he never would see as a clanner....no doubt the future would behold a clash between Kelth and him of large proportions....at least, that is what Kelth was preparing for in his mind....*
*The joining with the other group was fruitfull....untill a certain ´smartarse` thought it would be appropriate to mock Kelth for taking the risks of facing the Giants and enduring the most punishment.....this man....Eran...did not make even the slightest impression on Kelth, Kelth thought him to be a wee girl.....stuffing his cut of the loot in his stomach...Kelth had to blink as Cat hissed at Eran...Marek allready was defending Kelth´s honor with words and even Piel turned on Eran to sort him out.....Kelth had understood Cat´s reaction...and the look in her eyes revealed that she was ready to cut out Eran´s tongue (which she also stated to him later on) if he would continue his mocking....Marek.....he reminded Kelth so much of Vin....yet Marek ofcourse being a complete different individual....Kelth...having a soft spot for him.....like he has for Elrik...considering them kindred spirits in their own right....Piel.....he did not anticipate him sticking up for him.....but Piel had gained his respect from now on in return....for respect given to Kelth....surely was something given back in sevenfold....*
*The group parted after several more battles and a small second episode of mocking between Eran and Kelth.....Kelth left it at that.....not wanting to display an outburst and perhaps leaving the other party with a dismembered party member....he chose the path of peace and left the other at it....leaving for Sigil with Cat after giving Marek a brotherly hug....Piel had allready left due to pressing errands....it had been a worthfull venture none the less....Kelth had grown wiser....*
*Kelth thought of Naya......how was she doing? with that little devil of her...he hoped her time away had given her what she was looking for....he missed her*
*Kelth thought of Nastasia....will she ever be able to be saved? how? what could Cat and him do for her? ...*
of Catrina....
*Catrina had managed to reach deeply into Kelth......so much sincere interest in who he really is....his past....his parents....his...pain....and in turn, this had awakened the same sincere interest in her.....they had got to know eachother well.....fought a lot alongside eachother....and.....he could not deny......he came to love her....and she had came to love him.....both not knowing what the future would bring but willing to see that off......
Kelth....due to recent events.....had felt the need to prove his intentions by going to find her rare flowers in the beastlands.....she had told him it was not needed....but Kelth would not hear it....he would do it none the less.....leaving in a few days from now....they had spoken at length......about eachother....views on life....and knew they were on the same spot....and he had learned much from her.....and her unquestioned caring for him.....aye....Kelth´s heart skipped a beat...having her in his mind...as he stopped playing the tunes, with a fond smile on his lips*
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Kelth jawned as he dragged his battered body towards the portal back to sigil......holding the promise in his hands....the same hands that looked horrible....ye Gods......the locating.....the fighting with those huge bears....the camping under the everlasting dawnsky......for he did try to keep a regular rythm......it all crossed his mind again..
He kept the scent of lavender close.....smiling each time he nodded off under that dawn....jumping up when he heard loud steps....ready to fight yet another lumbering bear.....
*SMACK*
*Kelth was thrown into a bark with a loud thud and a grumble.....*
Ye fokkin' Gods.....tha ' will wake ye up in tha mornin' !
*crawling up and grabbing the claymore, he charged at the bear and with a hefty bodycheck, managed to force it back a bit before slashing the beast for the final time*
He had kept his promise....and he redid his own rite of passage.....now it was time to come back.....
He kept the scent of lavender close.....smiling each time he nodded off under that dawn....jumping up when he heard loud steps....ready to fight yet another lumbering bear.....
*SMACK*
*Kelth was thrown into a bark with a loud thud and a grumble.....*
Ye fokkin' Gods.....tha ' will wake ye up in tha mornin' !
*crawling up and grabbing the claymore, he charged at the bear and with a hefty bodycheck, managed to force it back a bit before slashing the beast for the final time*
He had kept his promise....and he redid his own rite of passage.....now it was time to come back.....
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Trail of thoughts.....
*Kelth had climbed up the roof of one of the houses in sigil.....using the stairs leding to it......he stared off in the distance....reflecting.....*
....why tha fok.....cannae people leave me be......eh? *as he spoke to thin air*
This 'eart of mine....cannae take much more.....nae like this......I make a step ferward an' vultures prey on me tae throow me back seven......
Aye....I laughed a bit when Marek revealed 'is ways wiv some o' the women......but.....it hits me noow.....he....he talked aboout them wivoout respect.......why?
Aye...some o' 'em be only after one thin'......but nae all.....an' e'en more so.....why spend time wiv 'em? .....his age? .... tha fokkin devil maybe 'avin more control than we all think?......
Am....I....changin' ?
I worry fer tha lad.....an'wha wiv Naya revealed tae me.....*he shook his head* Marek...damn ye boy.....nae force me tae pull ye leash......or werse.....I nae want tae.....but will if need be.....
....was I wrong tae nearly strangle Arvolexia? .....nae......I lost control......good thin' tha Naya stopped me.....maybe the tiefling thinks she be roooit in 'er mind....wha wiv seein' wha she saw......
I believe Cat....but somehoow....the ma'er weighs on me still......like a fokkin' shadow lingerin.......
I....feel....empty inside.....the past days.....I....feel like I have lost all experiences tha I....'ad in all them years......
travelin' the prime......I remember it all....but I cannae recall the feelin......
Am I goin' numb? wha's 'appenin' tae me? ......tha damned sword still hisses as well.....I need tae rid m'self o' it or reforge it........
....
I enjoyed talkin' wiv Naya again......I should meet wiv 'er more often.....an'.....I do start tae think.......becoming a sensate.....might be a good start fer me tae....sort m'self oout.....
I feel....walls....buildin' up again.......nae understand......self protection? .....
I knoow Cat nae wants me tae say I be damaged goods...but.....
I fear I am......
still......
the Sensates.......a chance at mending myself? .....
*Kelth had climbed up the roof of one of the houses in sigil.....using the stairs leding to it......he stared off in the distance....reflecting.....*
....why tha fok.....cannae people leave me be......eh? *as he spoke to thin air*
This 'eart of mine....cannae take much more.....nae like this......I make a step ferward an' vultures prey on me tae throow me back seven......
Aye....I laughed a bit when Marek revealed 'is ways wiv some o' the women......but.....it hits me noow.....he....he talked aboout them wivoout respect.......why?
Aye...some o' 'em be only after one thin'......but nae all.....an' e'en more so.....why spend time wiv 'em? .....his age? .... tha fokkin devil maybe 'avin more control than we all think?......
Am....I....changin' ?
I worry fer tha lad.....an'wha wiv Naya revealed tae me.....*he shook his head* Marek...damn ye boy.....nae force me tae pull ye leash......or werse.....I nae want tae.....but will if need be.....
....was I wrong tae nearly strangle Arvolexia? .....nae......I lost control......good thin' tha Naya stopped me.....maybe the tiefling thinks she be roooit in 'er mind....wha wiv seein' wha she saw......
I believe Cat....but somehoow....the ma'er weighs on me still......like a fokkin' shadow lingerin.......
I....feel....empty inside.....the past days.....I....feel like I have lost all experiences tha I....'ad in all them years......
travelin' the prime......I remember it all....but I cannae recall the feelin......
Am I goin' numb? wha's 'appenin' tae me? ......tha damned sword still hisses as well.....I need tae rid m'self o' it or reforge it........
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I enjoyed talkin' wiv Naya again......I should meet wiv 'er more often.....an'.....I do start tae think.......becoming a sensate.....might be a good start fer me tae....sort m'self oout.....
I feel....walls....buildin' up again.......nae understand......self protection? .....
I knoow Cat nae wants me tae say I be damaged goods...but.....
I fear I am......
still......
the Sensates.......a chance at mending myself? .....
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*Kelth stood on the rocks near the falls in the lands of eternal dawn*
Salazar.......damn ye boy......threatenin´ me fer wha´ever reason ye ´ave tae ´ave us back off from ´elpin´ Nastasia...fair enoough...but including Cat in tha threat? oh nae ye didn´t......I like ye well enoough lad......but yer seein´ this all wrong...........
I hope it nae will ´ave come tae it.....but if need be.....I will run ye doown......ye kin come fer me....tha be fine....but touch wha be dear tae me....an ye be gutted like a fish.....friend or nae.....
*Kelth drew a line in the soil with the tip of his claymore before bringing it up and resting it on his shoulder*
Fokkin´ berk....wha´ ´as gotten intae ye eh? we should join forces.....nae opposin´......
Hoow kin ye be tha sure tha ´er dark side was there ferst?? tha´s madness! She grieves over Grihm!
*Kelth sighed* damn ye boy! wake up!
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Join....the sensates....brother.....
*The words of Marek ringed in Kelth´s ears as he sighed*
I am goin´ tae.....the lion´s manes will be broought back.....tha endurin´ rock I will become again.....tha swift thunder....on tha fields o´ battle....will leave the field o´ yore.....an´ pave tha way tae tha fields.....o´ tha future.....
*Kelth spoke those words with determination, as he turned on his heel, his black cloak in a slow waving motion as he turned...a grin on his face....*
Salazar.......damn ye boy......threatenin´ me fer wha´ever reason ye ´ave tae ´ave us back off from ´elpin´ Nastasia...fair enoough...but including Cat in tha threat? oh nae ye didn´t......I like ye well enoough lad......but yer seein´ this all wrong...........
I hope it nae will ´ave come tae it.....but if need be.....I will run ye doown......ye kin come fer me....tha be fine....but touch wha be dear tae me....an ye be gutted like a fish.....friend or nae.....
*Kelth drew a line in the soil with the tip of his claymore before bringing it up and resting it on his shoulder*
Fokkin´ berk....wha´ ´as gotten intae ye eh? we should join forces.....nae opposin´......
Hoow kin ye be tha sure tha ´er dark side was there ferst?? tha´s madness! She grieves over Grihm!
*Kelth sighed* damn ye boy! wake up!
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Join....the sensates....brother.....
*The words of Marek ringed in Kelth´s ears as he sighed*
I am goin´ tae.....the lion´s manes will be broought back.....tha endurin´ rock I will become again.....tha swift thunder....on tha fields o´ battle....will leave the field o´ yore.....an´ pave tha way tae tha fields.....o´ tha future.....
*Kelth spoke those words with determination, as he turned on his heel, his black cloak in a slow waving motion as he turned...a grin on his face....*