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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Apr 2, 2004 9:51:07 GMT
*For most of Tom's response, Hordriss smiles, perhaps relations can be mended once and for all.
Then, with Tom's last words there is a sudden flash of pain across Hordriss' mind, a memory rises to the surface of his mind, a memory not his own, but one that he glimpsed in the chaos when the Bloodfang dreamscape fell apart... one of Tom's memories.*
Nothing at all, Troughton?
*There is a new look in Hordriss' eyes, whilst not accusing they are suddenly weary, as though another light had gone out....*
One remembers....
*An unfamiliar name come bubbling to his lips... A name associated, somehow, with death*
Wolfendale.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 2, 2004 15:34:34 GMT
*The affect on Tom was like he had been hit by lightning, he sat bolt up right and stiffend he looked at Hordriss.*
"How...Did...You....I...I.I had no choice."
"They couldn't be stopped. I tried to reson with them, I, I Tried to un do the curse, I tried to help both sides, but it wouldn't stop, night after night, they came and..... WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?"
*Tom is no longer looking at hordriss his gase is focused away in the disstance, seeing things from the past.*
"A whole village, not just one or two people. but a whole village, men, women, children, whole familes. Wiped out. I Caused it, I didn't kill them directly but i brought about there distruction."
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Apr 2, 2004 22:21:44 GMT
Troughton, TROUGHTON....
*Hordriss moves forward as if to shake Tom, and then stops, he speaks low but with intensity*
Be assured Troughton, one knows very little of this event... it appears that the mental link we shared during the ritual of the Forge is not entirely dissipated and that parts of your memory have entered my own... please calm yourself... one has not accused you of anything... All I see is a town where death is lord, a town that has special significance for you...
Do not let the worst of your memories rule you Troughton.... Tell us or not, but be a narrator, not a participant, this must have been a dark time and I am the last of people to judge you... but leave it lurking in your mind and it will consume your dreams...
Please... one apologises for bringing such a subject back to the front of your mind... but you must concentrate your thoughts....
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 2, 2004 22:44:37 GMT
*Tom shuts his eyes tight for a minuet as if trying to drive the phantoms of his past back to the depths of his mind. Finaly he opens them and begins to speak. In a flat. calm emmotionless voice.*
"It ocurred not long after my expulsion from the mage school. I had resumed my wanderings and had gained a reputation as some one who was always willing to lend a hand in the fight against injustice."
"One night a storm so firce that even I could not continue my journy raged. I sort shelter in the village of Green Oke, one of three villages surounding the larger town of Wolfedale."
"The land lord of the Inn told me not to stay but to contnue on as I was at risk from the Evil that stalked the vally at night. Being the currious sort of chap I am I quizzed him further and disscoverd that every night a pack of about 105 Werewolfs rampaged through the three villages, Green Oke, High Woods and Foxpine, slautering lone travalers on the roads or the inhabitance of any home they could find entery to, no mercy was show to anyone, fathers decapatated first, mothers then torn to shreds befor the children who were then devorard."
"I decided to stay and find out what was behind such inhumanity. That night they came as always, I heard the terrified screms of children as there parents were butcherd befor there eyes, the desperte ples for mercy of women and men, full grown men crying for there mothers just befor they died."
"Then they broke into the Inn. The Land lord didn't stand a chance he was disembowald with a single claw swipe. I used sences blackout to escape detection, and followed the wolfes back to there den/home. The town of Wolfedale."
"I looked up the areas local history in the Green Oke Libary. It seems that back in the time of The Gruagach one of his minnions a warlock like you Hordriss called Olmar had cast a curse on the town that made all the inhabitants and there future desendents Werewolfs who he had complet and total domminance over. He even controled when there changed from human to beast."
"I assume he intended to use them to aid his master in his struggle against Sir Treguard. after all a werewolf is an unstoppable and nearly invinciable killing machien, if they had been unleashed on Treagurd and his allies, they wouldn't have stood a chance."
"Well it never happaned for some reson or another and he some how surrvied Sir Tregaurd's victory and dissaperd. For a centuary the Wolfendale curse lay dorrmant. But then one night it awoke with avengence the whole village even the children became half-human half-beast bloodthirsty monsters who rampaged through the three surounding villages leaving behind a bloodbath."
"After that inichal massacer the attaks became more restrained and co-ordinated as if some one was master minding the whole thing, which they were."
"Olmar as I would discover had returned. He had killed and posseced the pysicla body of the town mayor and re awakend his evil enchantment. He now sent the wolfs out to kill as a first step in his conquest of the dungeon."
"I resolved to free Wolfendale and the surrounding villages from this evil what ever it took."
*Tom again falls silent and appers to be seeing things long since past.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 6, 2004 1:36:55 GMT
I had no idea that the wolf connection of this region, seen within the place names, was so... savage. Maybe I should be living in Bunnyenden instead.
I've read about lycanthropy; but unlike other werewolves, the ones you've described don't seem bound by the phases of the moon.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 18, 2004 14:12:16 GMT
*Tom looked at Young Grimwold.*
"Yes, well as I said Olmar had complet controle over them, even to the point of controlling when they changed."
*Tom averts his gaze from YG and continues his tale.*
"Well come morning I decided to enter Wolfendale and snoop around. I found the place to be a plesent warm and welcomeing town, apsalutly no hint of the evil that simmered just below the surfess."
"I found my way to the local Inn and quizzed the locals indiscreatly of corse. They it turned out knew about the curse But belived it to be supperstition and the attaks to be the work of normal wolfs. All but a few that is."
"As I was leaveing the Inn I was accosted by a young women called Zoe. I'll never forget her face so young and innocent and yet I knew she to was also cursed. She told me that she and a few others knew what was happaning, and she took me to her room were she relayed the whole gastly affiar."
"Seems that the town mayor Squire Gummpass a corupt man himself had summond the spirit of Olmar so as to use him to incress his own power. Only it backfired Olmar killed Gummpass and possesed his corpes. He then reakened his curse and set about useing his army of Werewolfs to take over the surrounding area and then most probabley the rest of the relm."
"I Thanked Zoe and promissed I would do all I could to free her and the town from this vile curse. I then set of in myu rightouse fury to confrount Gummpass/Olmar."
(OOC: Sorry about the time gap between posts, but I've been swamped with Collage work, and dealing with events concerning my other character Edward Deal.)
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Post by Brother Strange on Apr 18, 2004 23:17:19 GMT
*After his last speech, Brother Strange had bowed his head in silent contemplation. For the first time in a long, long while, he did not force himself to blink, twitch and breathe. His hands and face, unnaturally still, began to pale as he stopped forcing his dead heart to pump blood around his dead body.*
*I feel... strange *Brother Strange thought to himself, then smiled slightly at the unintentional pun.* At last I am with people I can be myself around... but do I know who 'myself' is anymore?*
*Dimly, Brother Strange became aware of the question he had been asked a while earlier, how he had chosen his name. To be honest, he could not remember. So much of his life had gone, lost by a troubled mind that had gone through more stress, more pain, more.... time than any human mind should. Why had he taken that name? When had he become Brother Strange and ceased to be.... to be..... But Brother Strange could not even remember his own name. All he had left to call himself was a lie, followed by an adjective.*
*Perhaps Hordriss could understand how it felt. To live so many lifetimes, to build a life just to watch it crumble to dust as friends and lovers aged and died, as towns vanished or became cities...*
*But Hordriss had become immortal through magic. Spells of immortality, and the powers of immortality granted by ancient beings, these were designed to insulate, alter and prepare body and mind for an eternity of existence. While Hodriss would have faced similar problems and dangers to Strange, he at least remembered them. His detailed tales were proof enough of that.*
*Strange knew that what he had been through in life, the loss of his family, the tormenting guilt that whispered he was to blame, this alone had driven mortals insane before. But it had not ended there. Brother Strange, alone among those gathered in the room, knew what it was like to die. To then face months....years? decades? (another frustrating encounter with the fog in his own mind) in the spirit world, as a bodiless, nameless ball of emotion, refusing to pass on, driven by hate, followed by a return to a lifeless body that he no longer knew how to operate... Was it any wonder that he had not retained full operation of his mind and memory?*
*Like a flashbulb in the darkened room of his thoughts, Brother Strange became aware of a blossoming flare of emotion in the spirit world. Somewhere nearby, someone was experiencing joy.... excitement.... attraction... perhaps even love. Such warm, living, human emotions were like a fire in the cold night, a spark of colour in a washed-out world. However, they were also a reminder to Strange of what he had lost.*
*Like a burning torch to his vision, the excited mortal left the Wolf's Howl Inn. Briefly, Strange considered leaving his body and heading out in spirit to follow. But he knew that in order to retain existence in the spirit world, without a body, relied upon a very strong selfish sense of self. Proximity to love, joy, feelings of unconditional warmth... these could cause the spirit to abandon its introverted selfishness and be dissipated forever.*
*Of course, maybe such oblivion would be better than his current existence... But no. He still had things to do.*
*A vein pulsed on Strange's neck. Slowly, his deathly-white pallor regained a tint of rose, becoming its normal life-like pink once more. He dragged his attention back to the conversation.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 19, 2004 2:33:29 GMT
*Young Grimwold looks around the room. He is pricked by guilt at his careless interjection during Tom's tale, as he normally prides himself on his attention to detail. He feels he must say sorry.*
Apologies, gentlemen, if I have displayed a lack of attention as you share your stories and feelings. It is most ungracious of me. We are all, perhaps, a little more tired than we'd care to admit. Whilst you are all worth staying awake for, I fear that sleep will catch up with us eventually. But for now, let no one who wishes to tell their story hold back.
[OOC: And indeed, the Forum is worth staying awake for too!]
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 20, 2004 20:43:45 GMT
*Tom continues*
"I arived at the town hall and well broke in by the back. I didn't wish to have to deal with the two burly guards stationed at the main gate."
"I found Gumpass or rather Olmar down in the basement. I hid and watched for a while I saw him use a cyrstal ball to watch the goings on of Wolfendale, he seemed to take plesure in useing spells to make life misserable at times on one or 2 towns folk he kept useing a dissaper spell on a young girls buket so she had to keep sloggin back up the step hill to re fill at the well."
"I'd seen enough and stupiedly confrounted him. He was far stronger and more competent in magic so I came of worse and found myself locked in a furrious and terribale war of mind and magic."
"Eventualy I started to gain the upper hand so Olmar played his trump card he fled in to the streets and summund his werewolfs. They came the whole town."
"I was surounded I tried to reson with them tried to rech the humanity inside, but they were beyond reson and humanity, consumed in an anamalistic blood lust."
"I then tried all though I knew it was in vain to drive the curse away with magic incantations of my race. All to no avail."
"I fled useing sences blackout. Much good it was against Olmar he directed the werewolfs to my were abouts. I reached the edge of the town and relised I had only one opption."
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 23, 2004 21:23:25 GMT
*Tom shuts his eye's again to drive away the ghost of a past best forgottern, but there's something else troubaling him, he can't place it though. He opens his eyes again and tears are apparant.*
"The only thing I could do to stop the bloodshead and end the suffering."
"I called apon my own people The Alzans a race of near demi-gods, I asked them to help me purge the evil from the land."
"They ansred my call almost instatly a fire storm of terrific and terrifing intencity and ferocity sprng forth from the very center of the town and raged through it killing all who were consumed. But the buildings were unharmed."
"When the storm had died down I reenterd the town. Why I don't know. I found my new freind Zoe dead in the doorway of a house her body was untouched by the fire but she has sucumed to the smoke."
"I looked for any survivors but non were to be found Olmar had died instantly I found his chard remains the fire storm had episenterd on him he didn't stand a chance."
*Tom falls silent and bows his head. Finally he again raises his head.*
"So there you have it. I whiped out a whole town and in the process killed a freind and for what to deffet on warlock there's hundreds more Olmar's out there. What for, What did Zoe die for What did any of them die for?"
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Apr 25, 2004 0:58:13 GMT
The Alzans.... one has heard some tales.... a heavy-handed technique for them....
Troughton, we must all make decisions. Your actions most likely saved many hundreds who would have fallen to Olmar and his evils.... truly it was a pyrrhic victory, but if our tales have shown us nothing else it is that light shines in darkness... if we cannot condone the deaths of the villagers we cannot condemn you either...
One regrets the loss of your friend Zoe however, such a senseless death... not that death ever has any sense....
But pardon... you know all of this, and all one need say is that we all seek redemption.... perhaps we shall find it...
But, the fire burns low I see, perhaps we should retire... unless there is another tale to tell?
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 25, 2004 1:47:29 GMT
*Tom looks at Hordriss and nods. Tom feels somehow that the others do not fully share this view however so he makes up his mind to enlighten them slightly in his origans*
"Yes you are right Hordriss. What is done is done. I only wish I hadn't had to."
"As for the techniques my people used, when I called for help they had to responed. When one of are own is in trouble we have to responed. More so with me my father is.......WAS the Lord Regent thats the third most important post in our society. I was to follow in his footsteps. But I fled for resosn I will NOT go into."
"And found myself in this relm I dabbaled in magic I had already some skills due to my race but I also aquired some in a some what less nobale way. Alzans can absorbe energy and such from people and objects well I encounted a rather arragont young mage who was makeing life hell for a local family I approched him and........stole his powers."
"I then found myself accepted into mage school but I had to leave following a incident with...........
*Looks at Hordriss, his look saying only if you have no objections will I go into further details on this matter*
"another student, following on from Wolfendale and even befor I have since sided with good when ever I can."
"That is as much as I am prepared to say. Now my freinds I think that unless there are anymore tales to tell we should perhapes call it a night."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 25, 2004 1:48:57 GMT
I would happily hear more from all of you. You are all skilled narrators with worthy tales to tell. At the same time, Hordriss' suggestion may be worth considering. I have already been briefly drawn into sleep, I'm afraid. No doubt we all need some, while we can get it. What do the rest of you feel?
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Post by Brother Strange on Apr 25, 2004 17:15:51 GMT
*Brother Strange turns his gaze to Young Grimwold when he talks of sleep, particularly when he says "No doubt, we all need some". The is a flicker of emotion in his eyes, a sense of loss, and then he turns away, and speaks, as if to the wall.*
I am ready to cease if you are.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 25, 2004 17:26:59 GMT
"Oh but of corse."
"I assume Broter that you do not tire and there for have no need of sleep and rest."
"Is that so?"
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