It was a full moon that lighted their path as they hurried to the Tower. Twelve figures, all with hooded robes, were walking with a sense of haste. The last two were carrying a bound and gagged woman who was late into her pregnancy. As they made their way closer to their goal the woods silenced in their presence, they could sense the evil.
"How much more time do we have" The robed figure in front said, her voice sounding like poisoned honey.
"Her contractions are five minutes apart" answered one of the men carrying the woman, "we have enough time."
"Perfect" whispered the woman as the Tower came into view.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
The Tower was imposing, even if it was almost a ruin. Eight stories high with just two exits, the padlocked door at its base and the barred window at the top. The tower also had a certain power on those in its vicinity. In the towers area you could feel its previous owners rage, despair, and want of freedom. Candle would be blown out without wind and batteries would be drained. But the robed ones could see every blade of grass as if the sun was in the middle of the sky with the light of the moon.
As they neared the doors they showed no surprise as the padlock fell to the ground, unlocked without the key.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
They climbed up the eight stories, silent except for the moans of the woman in labor. The stairs ended in a single room containing nothing but a woman's corpse. As the group entered the room the bound woman tried to break her bond and scream a name when she saw the corpse but was knocked unconscious with a syringe into her jugular. As was planned, her body was placed next to the corpse as the moonlight fell onto both of them. The twelve then pulled down their hoods and stood in a circle around the two women as the leader of the group started her speech.
"Four hundred years we have waited for this night. This night four hundred years ago our Countess said with her dieing breath that she would someday return. Today is that day. As the prophesy states, the first son of the Bathory clan will be born tonight. We will give his blood to the Countess and she will live again!" declared the woman, "Get the child." As one of the hooded ones pulled out a ceremonial dagger the mother worked the gag of and yelled out.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! HELP ME! SOMEONE SAVE MY BABY! HEEEEEEE-"
As her stomach was spilled open she fell silent.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
"Hurry! The guards will have heard her scream!" The woman said with fear in her eyes.
The child covered with blood was handed to her. As she touched him, the child started crying loudly, almost drowning out the footsteps of the Tower guard running up the stairs with superhuman speed.
"GIVE ME THE KNIFE! NOW!" the woman yelled over the babies shriek, “TAKE THIS SACRIFICE, MY QUEEN! AND RETURN TO YOUR GLORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The knife swung toward the child's neck as a bullet blasted into the robed leader's skull, killing her instantly and making her drop the child. As one of the soldiers grabbed the child and comforted him, the rest shot the remaining robed ones with a single bullet between the eyes for each of them.
As the last one slumped to the ground, the child's mother, forgotten in the mayhem, called to the soldier holding her child.
With a small breath she whispered to the soldier
"Take care of my little Zubin."
As she closed her eyes with peace, sixteen year old Zubin woke in a cold sweat.
7. I'm in search of different resources which make me more powerful. The power of my Darklaw can combine different items to it, as to increase its power. Other than it, My Legion goal is :
We shall fight till death, either of the enemy's or ours, we do not fear death but we fear our defeat. We will keep away all foes who try to enter and infect SICK. - Zubin
Other than that, i'm still in search of the evil who demolished my fathers body. The evil was not powerful enough to destroy his soul and thats the reason he still resides on the Throne of Dark valour.
''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
I run the Role Playing thread/s. Anyone wishing to join would inevitably cross my path.
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
You ought to join us on the RP threads - they are a lot of fun.
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
I really want to join, but Elfen asked me to do it through xfire, but the thing is my account is messed up, but that may be because of my crappy internet.
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Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
I remember when Z loaded people in for you - he was able to send me messages.
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
If we got some like Linkin Park song in the background of a movie with people in our sub guild beating the shit out of people in duels would be cool... like not have the whole duel but like the 10 seconds or so leading up to the kill and have it like 3 or so minutes long
heres a couple that i was trying to hear the lyrics too. i liked parts of the lyrics but some of them are a little strange. sorry if its not in verse form. i have to manually put breaks in and am to lazy to do right now.
the hydra's teeth
The finest crew ever assembled, to Colchis, their destination A kingdom's fortunes in the branches of a tree But terror springs up from the ground Born of the dragon's mouth, seeds of Death planted in barren soil The Argonauts state their intentions, as insult is felt by the kind This great quest is nearly halted But Medea leads them to their prize, like weeds they grow Warriors of the undead world, bones without flesh Immune to the blade, offspring of Hecate's foul womb Up the mountain to a yawning cave A fell beast guards the Golden Fleece The Argo leader steps up to win the day Harmed not by the weaponry of man Brutal offspring of tormented minds Armed with steel and lust for death Relentless demons, the children of the hydra's teeth Warriors of bone scream a ghastly cry Commanded to kill them all The ones who escape make off with the fleece Sail back to the Agean Sea Squads of death prowl the land Killing in silence, killing by hand Cloaked in darkness, masters of stealth They lust for your blood Not for your wealth
Premonition Of Pain
Awoken by the terror of a thousand wars A vision of the coming invading force With haste he goes to the royal hall The soothsayer alerts the king, the hour is night The king scoffs, says no, he does not believe You must be in error, you must be deceived My lord, they're coming, your people aren't safe Upon deaf ears fall words of fate I hold the key to what lies beyond You won't believe what this crystal orb does show And in his dreams he saw Brick by brick...behold Stone by stone...our fate Wall by wall This castle is set to burn When the soothsayer's riddle is spoken, beware of the answers it holds I hold the key to what lies beyond When the soothsayer's words make you question, the price will be paid in blood You won't believe what this crystal orb does show With no more than a reason to kill The enemy's approaching from surrounding sides Awaiting for the first strike as catapults are drawn Flaming arrows form the sky. The massacre begins Order turns to chaos, no hope to win The tyrant is here to take up your throne He'll take off you head before taking your crown The mystic, he laughs, you should have listened to me But now you beg for you life on your knees On your knees On your knees When the soothsayer's riddle is spoken, it could hold the outcome of war I hold the key to what lies beyond When the soothsayer's words speak of bloodshed, just pray that the blood is not yours You won't believe The price paid in blood The price paid in blood Just pray that the blood is not yours
great hall of feasting
As the day breaks and the battle hour approaches Many cries will echo through the hills Be not afraid your sacrifice is not in vain The God's reward for dying with your sword in hand Roaring fires, strumming lyrics Clean the blood stain from you Blade before coming in Enter the massive feasting hall Above the roar, tales are told of war And heroes lost forever Your name will live in song on high and down below Your kills in fighting have earned your special place Mentioned in the same breath as all heroes past A statue of your likeness, revered forever more Flagons clank, and beers are drank In the mighty hall Tales are told of woe In the might hall The goats are roasted slow In the mighty hall Let us sing the songs of old In the mighty hall All sound a mighty SKÅL In the great feasting hall, splendor of all Die in battle do us proud
Better find out whether the problem is with your computer or your net connection.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
I'm only 56k more oftne than I care to, but it works well enough, if xifre isn't working, then prehaps try MSN/AIM.
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
I don't know if net speed causes some programs to not work. Is it so?
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
I think it is my internet. I just have to wait until I get Comcast, but anyway. How would I be able to join the role playing thread, because I love roleplaying.
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Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
-Make a character here, after looking over the world information thread. I not familiar with all those weirdo Adventure quest worlds, it's harder for me to properly DM the thread. So if I was you I'd stick to the forementioned worlds. They are the ones I know best.
-Decide on a thread you wish to join either Amn, Azshara or Hyrule
-Work in conjuction with me to make youe entry to the thread. If Xfire isn't working try MSN or AIM, including web versions if you don't want to download the program.
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
It does work, but I mean that my internet is so horrible that I can not do many things with it. I will probably have to wait until I get a better internet. This is a very slow internet.
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Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
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2. Pilus Prior
3. LoTD
4. The Slayer Darklaw, [Guardian Darklaw]
5.
6. Order of Blood - Zubin's Fate
It was a full moon that lighted their path as they hurried to the Tower. Twelve figures, all with hooded robes, were walking with a sense of haste. The last two were carrying a bound and gagged woman who was late into her pregnancy. As they made their way closer to their goal the woods silenced in their presence, they could sense the evil.
"How much more time do we have" The robed figure in front said, her voice sounding like poisoned honey.
"Her contractions are five minutes apart" answered one of the men carrying the woman, "we have enough time."
"Perfect" whispered the woman as the Tower came into view.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
The Tower was imposing, even if it was almost a ruin. Eight stories high with just two exits, the padlocked door at its base and the barred window at the top. The tower also had a certain power on those in its vicinity. In the towers area you could feel its previous owners rage, despair, and want of freedom. Candle would be blown out without wind and batteries would be drained. But the robed ones could see every blade of grass as if the sun was in the middle of the sky with the light of the moon.
As they neared the doors they showed no surprise as the padlock fell to the ground, unlocked without the key.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
They climbed up the eight stories, silent except for the moans of the woman in labor. The stairs ended in a single room containing nothing but a woman's corpse. As the group entered the room the bound woman tried to break her bond and scream a name when she saw the corpse but was knocked unconscious with a syringe into her jugular. As was planned, her body was placed next to the corpse as the moonlight fell onto both of them. The twelve then pulled down their hoods and stood in a circle around the two women as the leader of the group started her speech.
"Four hundred years we have waited for this night. This night four hundred years ago our Countess said with her dieing breath that she would someday return. Today is that day. As the prophesy states, the first son of the Bathory clan will be born tonight. We will give his blood to the Countess and she will live again!" declared the woman, "Get the child." As one of the hooded ones pulled out a ceremonial dagger the mother worked the gag of and yelled out.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! HELP ME! SOMEONE SAVE MY BABY! HEEEEEEE-"
As her stomach was spilled open she fell silent.
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
"Hurry! The guards will have heard her scream!" The woman said with fear in her eyes.
The child covered with blood was handed to her. As she touched him, the child started crying loudly, almost drowning out the footsteps of the Tower guard running up the stairs with superhuman speed.
"GIVE ME THE KNIFE! NOW!" the woman yelled over the babies shriek, “TAKE THIS SACRIFICE, MY QUEEN! AND RETURN TO YOUR GLORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The knife swung toward the child's neck as a bullet blasted into the robed leader's skull, killing her instantly and making her drop the child. As one of the soldiers grabbed the child and comforted him, the rest shot the remaining robed ones with a single bullet between the eyes for each of them.
As the last one slumped to the ground, the child's mother, forgotten in the mayhem, called to the soldier holding her child.
With a small breath she whispered to the soldier
"Take care of my little Zubin."
As she closed her eyes with peace, sixteen year old Zubin woke in a cold sweat.
7. I'm in search of different resources which make me more powerful. The power of my Darklaw can combine different items to it, as to increase its power. Other than it, My Legion goal is :
We shall fight till death, either of the enemy's or ours, we do not fear death but we fear our defeat. We will keep away all foes who try to enter and infect SICK. - Zubin
Other than that, i'm still in search of the evil who demolished my fathers body. The evil was not powerful enough to destroy his soul and thats the reason he still resides on the Throne of Dark valour.
8. Skills - Mixing - Drinks, potions etc etc. (poisons too)
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Mine is AOL. It really sucks balls.
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
the hydra's teeth
The finest crew ever assembled, to Colchis, their destination A kingdom's fortunes in the branches of a tree But terror springs up from the ground Born of the dragon's mouth, seeds of Death planted in barren soil The Argonauts state their intentions, as insult is felt by the kind This great quest is nearly halted But Medea leads them to their prize, like weeds they grow Warriors of the undead world, bones without flesh Immune to the blade, offspring of Hecate's foul womb Up the mountain to a yawning cave A fell beast guards the Golden Fleece The Argo leader steps up to win the day Harmed not by the weaponry of man Brutal offspring of tormented minds Armed with steel and lust for death Relentless demons, the children of the hydra's teeth Warriors of bone scream a ghastly cry Commanded to kill them all The ones who escape make off with the fleece Sail back to the Agean Sea Squads of death prowl the land Killing in silence, killing by hand Cloaked in darkness, masters of stealth They lust for your blood Not for your wealth
Premonition Of Pain
Awoken by the terror of a thousand wars A vision of the coming invading force With haste he goes to the royal hall The soothsayer alerts the king, the hour is night The king scoffs, says no, he does not believe You must be in error, you must be deceived My lord, they're coming, your people aren't safe Upon deaf ears fall words of fate I hold the key to what lies beyond You won't believe what this crystal orb does show And in his dreams he saw Brick by brick...behold Stone by stone...our fate Wall by wall This castle is set to burn When the soothsayer's riddle is spoken, beware of the answers it holds I hold the key to what lies beyond When the soothsayer's words make you question, the price will be paid in blood You won't believe what this crystal orb does show With no more than a reason to kill The enemy's approaching from surrounding sides Awaiting for the first strike as catapults are drawn Flaming arrows form the sky. The massacre begins Order turns to chaos, no hope to win The tyrant is here to take up your throne He'll take off you head before taking your crown The mystic, he laughs, you should have listened to me But now you beg for you life on your knees On your knees On your knees When the soothsayer's riddle is spoken, it could hold the outcome of war I hold the key to what lies beyond When the soothsayer's words speak of bloodshed, just pray that the blood is not yours You won't believe The price paid in blood The price paid in blood Just pray that the blood is not yours
great hall of feasting
As the day breaks and the battle hour approaches Many cries will echo through the hills Be not afraid your sacrifice is not in vain The God's reward for dying with your sword in hand Roaring fires, strumming lyrics Clean the blood stain from you Blade before coming in Enter the massive feasting hall Above the roar, tales are told of war And heroes lost forever Your name will live in song on high and down below Your kills in fighting have earned your special place Mentioned in the same breath as all heroes past A statue of your likeness, revered forever more Flagons clank, and beers are drank In the mighty hall Tales are told of woe In the might hall The goats are roasted slow In the mighty hall Let us sing the songs of old In the mighty hall All sound a mighty SKÅL In the great feasting hall, splendor of all Die in battle do us proud
well sorry this post is so long.
Better find out whether the problem is with your computer or your net connection.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
-Decide on a thread you wish to join either Amn, Azshara or Hyrule
-Work in conjuction with me to make youe entry to the thread. If Xfire isn't working try MSN or AIM, including web versions if you don't want to download the program.
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
on your 100th post FrenchKittie.
Welcome aboard!
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.