Post by Brother Strange on Mar 21, 2004 19:24:27 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Swapping Stories.]
[OOC: This thread takes place in the private room in the Wolf's Howl Inn, hired out for Hordriss and Frightnight in 'a time to rest'.]
[OOC: Hordriss, Young Grimwold, Tom Troughton and Frightnight may be here or not as they choose. RingmasterRob and Ursula, while elsewhere at the moment, may choose to come in and hear the story if they wish.]
[OOC: Anyone else may post here, but must post that they are entering the room, at which point Brother Strange will stop speaking (so they haven't heard his story IC), and IC reactions to their uninvited appearance will be taken from there. Obviously ideas such as invisibility, listening outside the door, Visage's shapechanging tricks etc. may be carried out to hear Strange's story, but please post OOC that you are performing them.]
[Obviously Reps can do what they like.]
*In a low voice, Brother Strange begins to speak. While the same as it always was, his voice seems somehow older and more powerful, as if he was bringing a deeply buried, ancient secret to the bright, shallow surface of his mind*
"Many years ago, so many that I have difficulty now remembering, I was a mortal man."
"Time, grief and magic have taken most of my memories of that time, of what lord I served, what language I spoke, even my name. What I do know, however, is that I was a knight."
"As a force for good I protected the weak, and strove to destroy evil. With righteousness of purpose and strength of arms, I destroyed many fell reatures and many dark powers. Until one of them decided to use my own zeal against me."
*Strange's vioce quietens to a whisper, and his listeners have difficulty hearing the next chapter of his tale.*
I.... had a wife. A daughter, too. I can no longer remember their names, but..... I know how much they mattered to me, how much they still matter. I remember things.....sometimes...... flashes of colour..... sounds of laughter.
*Brother Strange takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. His voice returns to normal.*
The dark one who I faced was a necromancer. He delighted in death, and in the irony of making a hero's greatest strength into a weakness.
Ghouls and dark spirits preyed on outlying villages. Husbands vanished, then returned zombified, rotting and mindless, to slay their own pleading wives. My people called out for me to help them, and in my righteous fury I was in no mood to deny them.
I went out into the woodlands from which the attacks had sprung. I headed deeper and deeper into the forest, pursuing and slaying lesser monsters, slowly facing larger foes. Several times I considered turning back, only to catch a glimpse of some foe or clue. Never did it ocur to me that this was doe to the guile of my foe.
Finally, after many days, I faced the necromancer himself. Laughing at my challege, he bade me look to my own home before threatening his, and then he vanished. With a feeling of mounting dread, I headed back, but too late.
*Brother Strange lapses into silence, lost in his own thoughts. He remains thus for several minutes.*
[OOC: More later, but fell free to add IC questions, interjections etc.]
[OOC: This thread takes place in the private room in the Wolf's Howl Inn, hired out for Hordriss and Frightnight in 'a time to rest'.]
[OOC: Hordriss, Young Grimwold, Tom Troughton and Frightnight may be here or not as they choose. RingmasterRob and Ursula, while elsewhere at the moment, may choose to come in and hear the story if they wish.]
[OOC: Anyone else may post here, but must post that they are entering the room, at which point Brother Strange will stop speaking (so they haven't heard his story IC), and IC reactions to their uninvited appearance will be taken from there. Obviously ideas such as invisibility, listening outside the door, Visage's shapechanging tricks etc. may be carried out to hear Strange's story, but please post OOC that you are performing them.]
[Obviously Reps can do what they like.]
*In a low voice, Brother Strange begins to speak. While the same as it always was, his voice seems somehow older and more powerful, as if he was bringing a deeply buried, ancient secret to the bright, shallow surface of his mind*
"Many years ago, so many that I have difficulty now remembering, I was a mortal man."
"Time, grief and magic have taken most of my memories of that time, of what lord I served, what language I spoke, even my name. What I do know, however, is that I was a knight."
"As a force for good I protected the weak, and strove to destroy evil. With righteousness of purpose and strength of arms, I destroyed many fell reatures and many dark powers. Until one of them decided to use my own zeal against me."
*Strange's vioce quietens to a whisper, and his listeners have difficulty hearing the next chapter of his tale.*
I.... had a wife. A daughter, too. I can no longer remember their names, but..... I know how much they mattered to me, how much they still matter. I remember things.....sometimes...... flashes of colour..... sounds of laughter.
*Brother Strange takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. His voice returns to normal.*
The dark one who I faced was a necromancer. He delighted in death, and in the irony of making a hero's greatest strength into a weakness.
Ghouls and dark spirits preyed on outlying villages. Husbands vanished, then returned zombified, rotting and mindless, to slay their own pleading wives. My people called out for me to help them, and in my righteous fury I was in no mood to deny them.
I went out into the woodlands from which the attacks had sprung. I headed deeper and deeper into the forest, pursuing and slaying lesser monsters, slowly facing larger foes. Several times I considered turning back, only to catch a glimpse of some foe or clue. Never did it ocur to me that this was doe to the guile of my foe.
Finally, after many days, I faced the necromancer himself. Laughing at my challege, he bade me look to my own home before threatening his, and then he vanished. With a feeling of mounting dread, I headed back, but too late.
*Brother Strange lapses into silence, lost in his own thoughts. He remains thus for several minutes.*
[OOC: More later, but fell free to add IC questions, interjections etc.]
