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Dusk Treader
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0 posted 1999-11-08 07:28 PM


This is something I'm working on for a little project me and my friend are in on, I think I'll have to refer to it as the history... I'm not sure if I'll get "onto the show" like the character says... Well, read and enjoy, if you feel so inclined.

My father left me before I was ever even free of the womb. My mother was heavy with child, myself, when he decided that wanderlust had taken him, and went off in search of some fool’s adventure. My father was a restless, daft old man with a dominating will, but no sense in using it. But my prejudices aside, the old fool was more than a bit daft, and now the rest of this sad world we inhabit and I have had to pay…

Pay in Blood.

My damn fool father went to the temple of souls. Using a book of ancient origins he had found on another of his damned quests, he managed to breach the temple walls. The temple reviled the touch of my soiled father, and his presence blocked some integral working of the temple’s magic.

The blocked spirit energies between worlds built up to immense pressures. My father was not an obstacle to that built up magic power and it decimated him and continued outward in a ring of raw power. It wrapped the world in its violent grasp, rocking the world to it’s very core, and all was changed.

Mountains trembled and fell as immense power spread across the globe. Oceans fled and land was flooded by raging seas. Animals were twisted by the warping power, and ran rampant. Humans were driven insane by the power as it warped their fragile minds. Not all were rendered insane though, some few survived the horror, but were forever marked.

As soon as the tear appeared it was sealed by a mysterious hand, and the forces were held in check. The temple was sealed again, but the world was not the same, nor would it ever be again.

Nor would I ever be normal. My family was dead when I came to be. My mother died in my birth, and my father the fool? You’ve heard his story. I am alone, among all mankind I am alone. I have been twisted by the power of the meeting of planes, of the touch of death to life. Those soul bound energies swirl around me, and I manipulate them. I am a mage. Ha. They have no idea when they called me that. I am a slave. I am a slave of a power that I do not understand.

A mage, a hero from their storybooks, come to rescue them from their fears. But the truth is much darker…

I manipulate energies, that is incontrovertible, however, I remain a slave to this onslaught never able to break free from its will.

I feel it roiling within myself, black and oily, a pall surrounding my soul. Every time I summon the power to myself, I feel it grasping, wrenching at my soul in a conscious effort to destroy me, and bring itself to mastery of my body.

I am Soul Torn: solitary, reviled, hated. The beast within is not weak either, its power is increasing. There are times now when it wrenches the power away, and things go awry. The beast within tears at my soul, rends at my will, and leaves me withered.

My eyes are sunken into my head, and glow with an angry red light. Skin as thin as parchment stretches across my bones, pronouncing every one of them. My hands…they are not my own, clawed, they are, and scaled in black of a shade so dark, light is destroyed by it.

And the rest of me is changing too, with every use of the power, every little slip to the monster within, I am forever reshaped to suit the needs of the beast within, physically and emotionally, I am born again to suit it’s malevolence.

My tale does not end here though, come with me now on a descent into darkness…


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"All is gone except the will to be." - Metallica - "For Whom the Bell Tolls"


[This message has been edited by Dusk Treader (edited 11-30-1999).]

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Watcher666
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1 posted 1999-11-09 01:20 AM


Great beginning.Can't wait to hear the rest of this tale.

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Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you.

Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
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In the space between moments
2 posted 1999-11-11 11:02 PM


Awesome, Abrahm...you'll have to inform me on this project. Exellent beginning, I'd love to see what you mold it into.

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*Krista Knutson*

"To be great is to be misunderstood...." - Ralph Waldo Emerson


JennyLee
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since 1999-09-01
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Northwestern, NJ.
3 posted 1999-11-20 05:20 PM


Tapping my foot.....will there be more?
enjoyed


Jenny

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Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.


Christopher
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Purgatorial Incarceration
4 posted 1999-11-21 03:25 AM


Great use of imagery here! It brings vivid pitures to mind! Awesome!
Ruby dagger
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since 1999-08-01
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Wyoming, MN, U.S.A
5 posted 1999-11-29 10:03 PM


This is soo great. ::gives evil glare:: you got me hooked and wanting more.

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Luv ya

Kelly

I'm no different than the average girl, my dreams wrap around the world. -Rebecca Lynn Howard

Deep Blue Me
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since 1999-11-04
Posts 396
By a big lake
6 posted 1999-11-30 10:30 AM


Bring on the night, my friend, and let it flow over us like the eternal backwash of a million dying souls. This is going to be good.

DB

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