Post by DeltaAlphaKnight on Jul 6, 2007 9:52:51 GMT -5
Lassandra's Tale:
The only short tale I can think of is one from the Silverwood; An expanse of forest so large you could not traverse it in a season. I spent a great deal of time in that wood, I enjoyed exploring the places that others would not seek. In my explorations, I came upon a toad of such immense proportion it was the size of a horse. It sat quiet in the center of an old ruin—something from my elder days of that world whose name had been long forgotten the ruin itself was worn and nothing on or within it was any interest besides this toad. I avoided it for some time choosing to explore around the ruin and not to disturb such a creature. It never moved from that spot and as you can imagine was quite strange, closed eyes and bulging throat. I was about to move on one morning, when I heard the sounds of fighting nearby Sword play echo'd off the ruins of that old place. Knowing it as well as I did. I stealthily approached for a peek, I came upon two golden armed and armored men fighting with two handed swords in front of this toad. They churned the earth and swung wildly, several times I thought they might hit the toad. I could not understand the language, but they did shout out at each other. Roars of light and fire struck each other, yet they continued to fight. Blood and sweat in the air reached my nose, these men or whatever were quite intent on killing each other. I decided to leave, as I moved from my hidden position a piece of the ruin broke away and a loud crash ensued. I scrambled away and into a niche nearby but the sounds of the fighting had ceased. I stayed hidden for a time, perhaps an hour, I could not tell because of the loud shadows of that ruin. No sound, no stirring in the ruin, So I left my hiding place and began to leave. I was too curious for my own good though, I turned around and headed back to the toad. I made my way to its resting spot, and found it got, the only sign of it having ever been there was a muddied spot, shaped with toes and the imprint of its body. There in the center of the Toad's imprint, however was Key. It was made of some translucent material, it glittered in the mud like a gem in the dim light of the open air ruins. Overwhelmed with curiosity I approached it, stepping into the imprint of the Toad. As I did, small mushrooms appeared to sprout from the wet mud around me. I did not stop, instead of hurried to the key fetching it from the mud and leaped out of the imprint before tiny mushrooms covered it entirely. I checked my surroundings quickly then gazed at my prize. It glittered in the dim light. I wiped any mud specks off of it and placed it into the bag, I left quickly whomever those men were would likely come back, so I made my way out of the ruin. Unfortunately darkness was approaching quickly the ruin was rather large and before I could make it out the entire place was covered in darkness, I can see well in night, I can even see well in the underdark. This ruin however encased itself in some kind of magical darkness. I froze int the dark the man thorough fare only inched from me and the ruined gate beyond. I took steps at first, but I kept bashing my boot tips into stones. So I tried getting on my hands and knees crawling like some four legged idiot in the dark. After a time, I knew I was lost. I had made a wrong turn or done something incorrectly, and I reached a wall. I rested there some as I searched my bags for waterskin. While I rummaged in the pack, I came across the key. It was cloudy white and very visible in the darkness. I plucked it from my pack and held it in both hands. The key washed away the darkness from around me and as it did I came to realize I was surrounded by hundreds upon hundreds of tendrils and small snapping mouths of some inky black substance. I pushed my back to the wall, my eyes wide with surprise. I held the key like a torch against the inky blackness the sought to seep back into space the key had invaded. The mouths snapped at the key, the tendrils whipped at me. In the distance I could hear a thunderous croak like a toads. As you can imagine I was thinking I was screwed. I used the key to try to get a bearing on which part of the ruin I was in, but its radius was very small and I could /feel/ it was not as strong as it used to be. In fact I could sense its power was waning, and not slowly. I unwrapped a bundle of kindling and used the cord to make a makeshift necklace for the key. It was not as sturdy as I would have liked but it was better than dropping the key. I followed the line of the wall I had come to rest at, using the key high above me to envelope me in its sphere of influence. I made to an intersection I recalled, it had a sculpture of three maidens pouring vase's of water into a dried and broken fountain. I rounded the fountain a few times until I got my bearings, all the while a thunderous croaking could be heard in the distance. The mouths and tendrils were /everywhere/ snapping at the precious light of the key and whipping at it. All in relative silence mind you. I remembered the way and continued down a broken pathway, cobbled stones smashed and scattered by the ages crunched under foot until I came upon the first corpse. A man in golden armor lay there, dried blood on his golden uniform his helm removed and a pale shocked look of terror on his face. His weapon was in his death clutch, a sickly purple color on the blade. I stepped over him without further inspection, my grandfather had taught me not to mourn the dead until I was sure I would not join them. I came across more men, dressed like the first with less finery. Dented gilded gold armor and weapons with pits of old use. They lay in formation almost around a camp I have not seen before. I made my way through the camp. I touched nothing. Most of the men had killed each other. Some had blacked completions as if they had been dead and in the sun for many days. Though my nose told me otherwise. I exited the camp and made my way to the west gate of the city, the cobble here became slick with mud and the foul odor of bile was all around. I was here when I crossed a line from the darkness and stumbled into a field of light. A ROAR of fighting, steel and spell erupted all around me. I tumbled to the ground and away from heavily armed men, fighting with some titanic tendril of slime and ooze. In this dome of light. A great battle raged by men of golden armor and garb against a monstrosity that whipped tentacles of all sizes and many mouths.
My tail tucked around my right thigh, ears flat as I ran along the dome and collided into a group of men guarding a mage. The mage held a great staff one firing power into the dome above, joined by three other beams at other ends of the dome. The guard roughly handled me, sword points at my chest and throat. I was not as you see me now, Then I was only a horned tie fling, still to these men, I probably seemed like a minion. I clutched the key lightly and tried to talk to them, but they jabbered some language I could not comprehend. The mage had apprentices attending him, one of them was a woman who pushed her way through guards towards me. She grasped my hand around the key and tugged once. I would not relinquish the key, so she tugged again. She spoke to me heatedly in a strange language. I shook my head, I was genuinely terrified at this point. She had a glimmer of recognition and turned to the monstrosity behind the guard and then pointed at it. Then she pointed at the key. She gestured with her hands franticly. They were loosing. I broke the cord and handed her the key. As I did the entire dome wavered as people there turned into wisps of light and I landed roughly on my backside on some broken stones. It was daylight outside the ruin was quiet. I picked myself up slowly and locked around carefully. I then ran like hell towards the west gate as I crossed the ruined house I slipped on a patch of mud. Picking myself up again, I noticed a glitter in the mud. A piece of translucent material like the key. I left it there and never went back.
The end.
Hisss's Tale
Me tellssss good sssstoryssss... me wasss in cavesssss with volcano. Lotssss of giantsssss. I was kill them really good like *swings sword(
Then... the big onesss comesss. Sssso I pulls out my kittin hacker. Themsss giantsss all fallsss down... all but one. He was so sssso ssscaried of me that I made himshow me treasure. I think it was gems. Then he tellss me that I sssshould let him go because I promissed him. Soooo I gutted him and tooks gems to the inn to sssell themsss. Yep. For a good bottle of ale. Story donesss...
Sariel's Tale (he logged out so it was incomplete):
Very well.. my story.. is about a murderer more or less. I grew up in a large city, named Ashbourne where thousands of restless souls could pass each day in anonymity a man could live 50 years in the same small cramped apartment and never know the name of his neighbor. Faces lose meaning when they are but another drop in torrent river of faces that stream through a living city, both day and night. Many things lose their meaning in such a place. The man, the woman, the child... the individual, simply become another one of the people. And people are faceless nameless have no past, no future when one disappears another fills the void in the space of the heartbeat. It was in this city that there lived a man named Silsta. Silsta was a young man who had known nothing but hunger his entire life. I was in this city that there lived a man named Silsta. Silsta was a young man who had known nothing but hunger his entire life. Born to a poor mother with too many children, he had hungered for food since he was weaned from the weak milk of his mother.
Rastan's Tale:
Okay.. so I had this really good idea to go steal the treasury of Alvar Castle. It would be a simple go in and take the key to the room. Little did I know, after sneaking and climbing practically on the ceiling to stay hidden, it turned out no guard held the key. So I figure the king must have it. This is where it gets funny. The kings room is guards on all sides at the time. Luckily the queen went to her bedroom. I followed her in, she was scared of course, luckily I punched her in the noggin. So, uhm I played a little dress up. Took her dress, it was disgusting trust me. That queen should not be naked ever. There are like knapsacks with a pound of sand on the bottom. Any who, I needed some dress up for my face, so I cut off her hair. Made a nasty wig it worked well enough. So after making my wonderful disguise and stuffing my pockets full of jewelry, I headed to the kings room.
I sat down next to the king, I saw the king in front of his belt. So uh, I had to make it look discrete. I gave the king a hug saying, “You look lovely my dear!” — in the girliest voice ever. It took a lot to resist stabbing the guy. Wasn't in the mood to fight my way out of the castle. Well.. he grabbed my but. I held the key, “Oooo Playing dirty are ya” he says. That point I kicked him in the groin then went behind and chocked him out. Hey, at least it didn't go too far. No. Way. Well I got in and out of the treasury undetected, but to top it off, I left the dress and wig inside the opened chest. I wonder what he thought.
Sara's Tale: Sara: Long ago in a kingdom far away, lived a queen who's whole world was her reflection. She was not a kind king and ruled mercilessly over her people. She soon even started to take away all written records of the people spell's and collected them for herself. Finally, she had all but one spell this spell her people had secretly hidden from her. The spell for eternal life time slowly passed and she eventually found the spell. Life, in the eyes of the people, seemed to not get any worse. Unfortunately, they were wrong. On the queen's wedding day a terrible plague struck the kingdom. The first to die was the queens husband forsaking her people the queen locked herself in a tower and made it unable for anyone to ever come in or out except for a lonely window far at the top. The queen, however, had forgotten that the plague was carried on the winds and as she fell ill as well, and saw her skin slowly rotting off. they say you could hear her screams across the ocean. It was then that she remembered the spell of ernal life and used it upon her self. The queen however, had not realized it was only a spell for eternal life and not one for eternal beauty. searching through her book of spells she found one for beauty but she could not complete it alone. For it required twelve young girls and so she slipped into a deep sleep. And so they say she still sleeps awaiting for the person who will one day come and help her complete a spell of beauty.
Kivan's Tale:
My story is of an unimportant wizard. His name was erased from history for unknown reasons. He was born to a large city, under a powerful wizard named Kildan. Kildan took him as an apprentice and taught him how to master the arcane. But Kildan was greedy and corrupt He blackmailed the ruler of the city to gain power and prestige. His son, however, was not. in heart, he was kind and generous
Years passed, in which Kildan notices a startling growth in his son's arcane powers the boy was capable of shaping the world to his will. Kilban's lust for power soon overtook his love of his kin, and he became set on killing the boy and taking his power for his own. During the middle of a moonless night, he crept into the boy's room, ready to slit his son's throat for power. But the boy awoke, and in a torrent of raw energy, ripped his father's body apart. The boy fled, knowing that he would be hunted and condemned to death for the murder of his father. After all who would listen to a child?
He fled into a labyrinth of caves, and lost his perusers. But, he became lost. Days passed, and weak from starvation he came upon a grand cavern in the middle of the cavern sat an imp chained to a rock. The imp, named Yugo, made a deal with the child. "Free me child!' I've done no wrong, free me, and I will swear my services to you." The child, ignorant of the way of fiends sought out a large stone, and pried the imp's chains free. The imp flew to the roof cackling wilding, and readied to feed on the boy! But the boy's powers hurdled the imp back to the ground rendering him useless and at the child's mercy. "Please please! Master forgive me! I did not know!"
The child was not malevolent, nor was he cruel. He stared at the imp, then with a flick of his wrist cast a spell. "You are a liar, and liars cannot be trusted, but I will give you a second chance. this spell binds your heard with mine. As long as mine keeps beating so will yours. The imp and the boy remained in the caverns for years. The boy growing up lithe and cunning. The imp helped train the child in the ways of survival and wild. When they finally left the caverns, the boy was no longer a boy, A powerful wizard with a cunning mind, he and the imp set their paths to wander. The man eventually crossed paths with an elven ranger, beset by enraged wolves. He shattered them with his spells forcing them to run yelping back to their den. The ranger was a beautiful elven woman. She was unconscious and loosing blood. The man was considered a criminal in most towns, due to his past. Few had forgotten the night he killed his father. So he could not take her back to the town to treater. Instead he and Yugo took shelter underneath a tree where they tended the rangers wounds as best they could. The elf remained, and in her gratitude agreed to remain with the man until she felt her debt repaid. They spent years together, the elf slowly falling in love with the man, and he fell in love with her. Yugo had a short romance with a turnip. *grins* The two began a tentative love affair. It was not long however, before one day tragedy. One morning, Yugo awoke the man and said that he felt the presence of another fiend. The man left the elven ranger in the shelter and went with Yugo to investigate. They came across a succubus in a clearing. The fiend greeting the man, but did not make a move to attack. The man was weary. Yugo had taught him about daemons and the tricks they play.
The succubus began oddly, talking about the weather and how beautiful the trees were the man was confused. If he tried to leave, the Succubus would hint that she had a secret to tell him. Curiosity that tends to burn within all wizards lead the man to remain and listen to the succubus. After what seemed like a half day Yugo suddenly begged the man to leave and return tot he ranger. The succubus suddenly dropped her demeanor and said with a cold laugh, "you're too late my dear. The wench killed my beloved sister and now, she too will die by the hands of my brothers. The man, enraged, exploded with arcane fury. The succubus disappeared, and the man raced back to his shelter. When he returned, he saw the whole camp in flames. Smoldering to the ground in the middle speared upon her own swords, was his love. The man's heart was shattered his only love was dead, tortured by daemons. She was gone from him, but he would not accept it. He knew of the dark powers of necromancy. If he could find a spell to bring her back. They could be together again. Even years of his life, he devoted to studying the arts. But he was above its corruption. He was a noble goal. Or so he claimed. In the end he only increased his suffering, he brought her back, but she was a soulless corpses. He was forced to destroy her again. Tortured and heart broken he disappeared from the annals of history, no longer a great wizard, nothing more than a shell of his former self smothered in the darkness of the undead. It's said he never accepted her death, and sill searched for a way to bring his love back.
The only short tale I can think of is one from the Silverwood; An expanse of forest so large you could not traverse it in a season. I spent a great deal of time in that wood, I enjoyed exploring the places that others would not seek. In my explorations, I came upon a toad of such immense proportion it was the size of a horse. It sat quiet in the center of an old ruin—something from my elder days of that world whose name had been long forgotten the ruin itself was worn and nothing on or within it was any interest besides this toad. I avoided it for some time choosing to explore around the ruin and not to disturb such a creature. It never moved from that spot and as you can imagine was quite strange, closed eyes and bulging throat. I was about to move on one morning, when I heard the sounds of fighting nearby Sword play echo'd off the ruins of that old place. Knowing it as well as I did. I stealthily approached for a peek, I came upon two golden armed and armored men fighting with two handed swords in front of this toad. They churned the earth and swung wildly, several times I thought they might hit the toad. I could not understand the language, but they did shout out at each other. Roars of light and fire struck each other, yet they continued to fight. Blood and sweat in the air reached my nose, these men or whatever were quite intent on killing each other. I decided to leave, as I moved from my hidden position a piece of the ruin broke away and a loud crash ensued. I scrambled away and into a niche nearby but the sounds of the fighting had ceased. I stayed hidden for a time, perhaps an hour, I could not tell because of the loud shadows of that ruin. No sound, no stirring in the ruin, So I left my hiding place and began to leave. I was too curious for my own good though, I turned around and headed back to the toad. I made my way to its resting spot, and found it got, the only sign of it having ever been there was a muddied spot, shaped with toes and the imprint of its body. There in the center of the Toad's imprint, however was Key. It was made of some translucent material, it glittered in the mud like a gem in the dim light of the open air ruins. Overwhelmed with curiosity I approached it, stepping into the imprint of the Toad. As I did, small mushrooms appeared to sprout from the wet mud around me. I did not stop, instead of hurried to the key fetching it from the mud and leaped out of the imprint before tiny mushrooms covered it entirely. I checked my surroundings quickly then gazed at my prize. It glittered in the dim light. I wiped any mud specks off of it and placed it into the bag, I left quickly whomever those men were would likely come back, so I made my way out of the ruin. Unfortunately darkness was approaching quickly the ruin was rather large and before I could make it out the entire place was covered in darkness, I can see well in night, I can even see well in the underdark. This ruin however encased itself in some kind of magical darkness. I froze int the dark the man thorough fare only inched from me and the ruined gate beyond. I took steps at first, but I kept bashing my boot tips into stones. So I tried getting on my hands and knees crawling like some four legged idiot in the dark. After a time, I knew I was lost. I had made a wrong turn or done something incorrectly, and I reached a wall. I rested there some as I searched my bags for waterskin. While I rummaged in the pack, I came across the key. It was cloudy white and very visible in the darkness. I plucked it from my pack and held it in both hands. The key washed away the darkness from around me and as it did I came to realize I was surrounded by hundreds upon hundreds of tendrils and small snapping mouths of some inky black substance. I pushed my back to the wall, my eyes wide with surprise. I held the key like a torch against the inky blackness the sought to seep back into space the key had invaded. The mouths snapped at the key, the tendrils whipped at me. In the distance I could hear a thunderous croak like a toads. As you can imagine I was thinking I was screwed. I used the key to try to get a bearing on which part of the ruin I was in, but its radius was very small and I could /feel/ it was not as strong as it used to be. In fact I could sense its power was waning, and not slowly. I unwrapped a bundle of kindling and used the cord to make a makeshift necklace for the key. It was not as sturdy as I would have liked but it was better than dropping the key. I followed the line of the wall I had come to rest at, using the key high above me to envelope me in its sphere of influence. I made to an intersection I recalled, it had a sculpture of three maidens pouring vase's of water into a dried and broken fountain. I rounded the fountain a few times until I got my bearings, all the while a thunderous croaking could be heard in the distance. The mouths and tendrils were /everywhere/ snapping at the precious light of the key and whipping at it. All in relative silence mind you. I remembered the way and continued down a broken pathway, cobbled stones smashed and scattered by the ages crunched under foot until I came upon the first corpse. A man in golden armor lay there, dried blood on his golden uniform his helm removed and a pale shocked look of terror on his face. His weapon was in his death clutch, a sickly purple color on the blade. I stepped over him without further inspection, my grandfather had taught me not to mourn the dead until I was sure I would not join them. I came across more men, dressed like the first with less finery. Dented gilded gold armor and weapons with pits of old use. They lay in formation almost around a camp I have not seen before. I made my way through the camp. I touched nothing. Most of the men had killed each other. Some had blacked completions as if they had been dead and in the sun for many days. Though my nose told me otherwise. I exited the camp and made my way to the west gate of the city, the cobble here became slick with mud and the foul odor of bile was all around. I was here when I crossed a line from the darkness and stumbled into a field of light. A ROAR of fighting, steel and spell erupted all around me. I tumbled to the ground and away from heavily armed men, fighting with some titanic tendril of slime and ooze. In this dome of light. A great battle raged by men of golden armor and garb against a monstrosity that whipped tentacles of all sizes and many mouths.
My tail tucked around my right thigh, ears flat as I ran along the dome and collided into a group of men guarding a mage. The mage held a great staff one firing power into the dome above, joined by three other beams at other ends of the dome. The guard roughly handled me, sword points at my chest and throat. I was not as you see me now, Then I was only a horned tie fling, still to these men, I probably seemed like a minion. I clutched the key lightly and tried to talk to them, but they jabbered some language I could not comprehend. The mage had apprentices attending him, one of them was a woman who pushed her way through guards towards me. She grasped my hand around the key and tugged once. I would not relinquish the key, so she tugged again. She spoke to me heatedly in a strange language. I shook my head, I was genuinely terrified at this point. She had a glimmer of recognition and turned to the monstrosity behind the guard and then pointed at it. Then she pointed at the key. She gestured with her hands franticly. They were loosing. I broke the cord and handed her the key. As I did the entire dome wavered as people there turned into wisps of light and I landed roughly on my backside on some broken stones. It was daylight outside the ruin was quiet. I picked myself up slowly and locked around carefully. I then ran like hell towards the west gate as I crossed the ruined house I slipped on a patch of mud. Picking myself up again, I noticed a glitter in the mud. A piece of translucent material like the key. I left it there and never went back.
The end.
Hisss's Tale
Me tellssss good sssstoryssss... me wasss in cavesssss with volcano. Lotssss of giantsssss. I was kill them really good like *swings sword(
Then... the big onesss comesss. Sssso I pulls out my kittin hacker. Themsss giantsss all fallsss down... all but one. He was so sssso ssscaried of me that I made himshow me treasure. I think it was gems. Then he tellss me that I sssshould let him go because I promissed him. Soooo I gutted him and tooks gems to the inn to sssell themsss. Yep. For a good bottle of ale. Story donesss...
Sariel's Tale (he logged out so it was incomplete):
Very well.. my story.. is about a murderer more or less. I grew up in a large city, named Ashbourne where thousands of restless souls could pass each day in anonymity a man could live 50 years in the same small cramped apartment and never know the name of his neighbor. Faces lose meaning when they are but another drop in torrent river of faces that stream through a living city, both day and night. Many things lose their meaning in such a place. The man, the woman, the child... the individual, simply become another one of the people. And people are faceless nameless have no past, no future when one disappears another fills the void in the space of the heartbeat. It was in this city that there lived a man named Silsta. Silsta was a young man who had known nothing but hunger his entire life. I was in this city that there lived a man named Silsta. Silsta was a young man who had known nothing but hunger his entire life. Born to a poor mother with too many children, he had hungered for food since he was weaned from the weak milk of his mother.
Rastan's Tale:
Okay.. so I had this really good idea to go steal the treasury of Alvar Castle. It would be a simple go in and take the key to the room. Little did I know, after sneaking and climbing practically on the ceiling to stay hidden, it turned out no guard held the key. So I figure the king must have it. This is where it gets funny. The kings room is guards on all sides at the time. Luckily the queen went to her bedroom. I followed her in, she was scared of course, luckily I punched her in the noggin. So, uhm I played a little dress up. Took her dress, it was disgusting trust me. That queen should not be naked ever. There are like knapsacks with a pound of sand on the bottom. Any who, I needed some dress up for my face, so I cut off her hair. Made a nasty wig it worked well enough. So after making my wonderful disguise and stuffing my pockets full of jewelry, I headed to the kings room.
I sat down next to the king, I saw the king in front of his belt. So uh, I had to make it look discrete. I gave the king a hug saying, “You look lovely my dear!” — in the girliest voice ever. It took a lot to resist stabbing the guy. Wasn't in the mood to fight my way out of the castle. Well.. he grabbed my but. I held the key, “Oooo Playing dirty are ya” he says. That point I kicked him in the groin then went behind and chocked him out. Hey, at least it didn't go too far. No. Way. Well I got in and out of the treasury undetected, but to top it off, I left the dress and wig inside the opened chest. I wonder what he thought.
Sara's Tale: Sara: Long ago in a kingdom far away, lived a queen who's whole world was her reflection. She was not a kind king and ruled mercilessly over her people. She soon even started to take away all written records of the people spell's and collected them for herself. Finally, she had all but one spell this spell her people had secretly hidden from her. The spell for eternal life time slowly passed and she eventually found the spell. Life, in the eyes of the people, seemed to not get any worse. Unfortunately, they were wrong. On the queen's wedding day a terrible plague struck the kingdom. The first to die was the queens husband forsaking her people the queen locked herself in a tower and made it unable for anyone to ever come in or out except for a lonely window far at the top. The queen, however, had forgotten that the plague was carried on the winds and as she fell ill as well, and saw her skin slowly rotting off. they say you could hear her screams across the ocean. It was then that she remembered the spell of ernal life and used it upon her self. The queen however, had not realized it was only a spell for eternal life and not one for eternal beauty. searching through her book of spells she found one for beauty but she could not complete it alone. For it required twelve young girls and so she slipped into a deep sleep. And so they say she still sleeps awaiting for the person who will one day come and help her complete a spell of beauty.
Kivan's Tale:
My story is of an unimportant wizard. His name was erased from history for unknown reasons. He was born to a large city, under a powerful wizard named Kildan. Kildan took him as an apprentice and taught him how to master the arcane. But Kildan was greedy and corrupt He blackmailed the ruler of the city to gain power and prestige. His son, however, was not. in heart, he was kind and generous
Years passed, in which Kildan notices a startling growth in his son's arcane powers the boy was capable of shaping the world to his will. Kilban's lust for power soon overtook his love of his kin, and he became set on killing the boy and taking his power for his own. During the middle of a moonless night, he crept into the boy's room, ready to slit his son's throat for power. But the boy awoke, and in a torrent of raw energy, ripped his father's body apart. The boy fled, knowing that he would be hunted and condemned to death for the murder of his father. After all who would listen to a child?
He fled into a labyrinth of caves, and lost his perusers. But, he became lost. Days passed, and weak from starvation he came upon a grand cavern in the middle of the cavern sat an imp chained to a rock. The imp, named Yugo, made a deal with the child. "Free me child!' I've done no wrong, free me, and I will swear my services to you." The child, ignorant of the way of fiends sought out a large stone, and pried the imp's chains free. The imp flew to the roof cackling wilding, and readied to feed on the boy! But the boy's powers hurdled the imp back to the ground rendering him useless and at the child's mercy. "Please please! Master forgive me! I did not know!"
The child was not malevolent, nor was he cruel. He stared at the imp, then with a flick of his wrist cast a spell. "You are a liar, and liars cannot be trusted, but I will give you a second chance. this spell binds your heard with mine. As long as mine keeps beating so will yours. The imp and the boy remained in the caverns for years. The boy growing up lithe and cunning. The imp helped train the child in the ways of survival and wild. When they finally left the caverns, the boy was no longer a boy, A powerful wizard with a cunning mind, he and the imp set their paths to wander. The man eventually crossed paths with an elven ranger, beset by enraged wolves. He shattered them with his spells forcing them to run yelping back to their den. The ranger was a beautiful elven woman. She was unconscious and loosing blood. The man was considered a criminal in most towns, due to his past. Few had forgotten the night he killed his father. So he could not take her back to the town to treater. Instead he and Yugo took shelter underneath a tree where they tended the rangers wounds as best they could. The elf remained, and in her gratitude agreed to remain with the man until she felt her debt repaid. They spent years together, the elf slowly falling in love with the man, and he fell in love with her. Yugo had a short romance with a turnip. *grins* The two began a tentative love affair. It was not long however, before one day tragedy. One morning, Yugo awoke the man and said that he felt the presence of another fiend. The man left the elven ranger in the shelter and went with Yugo to investigate. They came across a succubus in a clearing. The fiend greeting the man, but did not make a move to attack. The man was weary. Yugo had taught him about daemons and the tricks they play.
The succubus began oddly, talking about the weather and how beautiful the trees were the man was confused. If he tried to leave, the Succubus would hint that she had a secret to tell him. Curiosity that tends to burn within all wizards lead the man to remain and listen to the succubus. After what seemed like a half day Yugo suddenly begged the man to leave and return tot he ranger. The succubus suddenly dropped her demeanor and said with a cold laugh, "you're too late my dear. The wench killed my beloved sister and now, she too will die by the hands of my brothers. The man, enraged, exploded with arcane fury. The succubus disappeared, and the man raced back to his shelter. When he returned, he saw the whole camp in flames. Smoldering to the ground in the middle speared upon her own swords, was his love. The man's heart was shattered his only love was dead, tortured by daemons. She was gone from him, but he would not accept it. He knew of the dark powers of necromancy. If he could find a spell to bring her back. They could be together again. Even years of his life, he devoted to studying the arts. But he was above its corruption. He was a noble goal. Or so he claimed. In the end he only increased his suffering, he brought her back, but she was a soulless corpses. He was forced to destroy her again. Tortured and heart broken he disappeared from the annals of history, no longer a great wizard, nothing more than a shell of his former self smothered in the darkness of the undead. It's said he never accepted her death, and sill searched for a way to bring his love back.
