Posted by Permanent Newbie on July 19, 2000 at 15:22:49:
Born in the dead of night upon the bewitching hour, in the month His Father Akan Taz'Rinah, a reknowned thief, at first could not Upon Carthartes seventh year upon the face of thera, Akan awoke "Son" he said in a hushed tone. "what isss it?" hissed Carthartes. "I need your help" came the whispered reply. "And what haveee you ever done for meee?" snarled Carthartes. Akan began to beat Carthartes, his large fists reigning down "You ungreatful bastard, you'll do as I say, lest I kill you With that Carthartes stopped struggling. Akan then released his "Get dressed, you little shit" Akan growled "we'll be leaving ********************************************************************** Out of the city and into the wilds Akan dragged the tired and "Whereee are you taking meee?" snarled Carthartes. But no reply was uttered, Akan simply dragged him on. Where was he ********************************************************************************** "We're there" whispered Akan, as he threw Carthartes to the ground "Whereee isss here ?" Snarled a slightly brused Carthartes "The Temple of Agathocles you fool !" came Akans reply "Now be quiet "What are weee doing here ?" he hissed without a thought for his own Akan raised the back of his huge hand high into the air. Then with the "I said shut it, you little bastard" cried the enraged Akan in a half *********************************************************************** "Now then son, you know the plan. It's your job to sneak in and steal Carthartes nodded in agreement, for he knew his hands were tied and he Slowly and very hesistantly Carthartes began to sneak further and On he snuck, through into the inner Sanctum, his beady little eyes Carthartes looked around in awe and with such fear that his little *********************************************************************** Carthartes awoke suddenly to a sharp stabbing pain in his side. A large "What isss it? Whereee am I ?" snarled a confused Carthartes. "The Temple of the Eclipsing Moon" the figure laughed menacingly. "what happened to me ?" hissed a still groggy Carthartes. "I found your pathetic little body unconscious in the inner sanctum" "What were you doing there ?" Barks the figure. Carthartes stutters and splutters as he attempts to make up an excuse, "Utter Bull shit" cried the figure. "I know exactly why you are here, "I know of your fathers greed, your mothers lust and the life of chaos "Greed, It serves you not, so long as it is merely the want of Carthartes sat bewildered, what other greed was there ? He just sat "Greed for the true power is the only exceptable greed. You must hunger Carthartes is even more bewilder at this, but slowly he grasps the fact "What is true power you ask ?" said the figure Carthartes nods in agreement. "Well don't" screams the figure, "Never interrupt me. True power is "Do you understand, young fledgling of the Eclipsing Moon?" asked the "Yessss" replied Carthartes with a wicked grin. "Excellent" cackled the figure. The figure began to laugh menacingly, the sound chilled Carthartes to As the figures laughter began to trail off, Carthartes realised that "So you thought you'd leave without me, you greed little bastard" "Your greed shall be your downfall" hissed Carthartes. "And what would you know ?" laughed Akan "Now hand it over". Carthartes picked himself up and began to hand over the cloak, as he **********************************************************************
of Ancient Darkness, Carthartes Taz'Rinah as he was promptly
named, always seemed to carry a presence of darkness about
him... Even as a small child. The blackness that hung over his
soul was not the only thing that set him apart as a child, He
also had been born deformed in relation to most Arials with
there bright colours and proud feathers upon there head and
wings. Carthartes, due to some cruel fate or past life sin had
been tortured with the fact that no feathers would or had ever
grown upon his face and neck, instead a red leathery skin had
formed giving him a somewhat hideous and devil like appearence.
except that this child was his, after all who would ever own up
to having created such a beast. His hatred of the devil spawn as
he called Carthartes would allow him no verbal contact with his
son, therefore for the first six years of his young life,
Carthartes only knew beatings from his father. These beatings
seemed only to serve as fuel for the hatred and blackness that
consumed the young arials soul.
Carthartes in the dead of the night. His purpose was unclear and
frightened a rather grumpy Carthartes.
mighty blows upon the small arials frame. A large hand cupped
Carthartes beak shut so his cries could not be heard. Loud thuds
and muffled moans rang out as the onslaught continued.
Carthartes struggled as best he could but to no avail, he was
simply too small to break free of the titanistic grip his father
held on him.
myself" yelled Akan.
grip slowly and threw him his clothes.
soon".
bewildered Carthartes, his massive arm clutching the small arials neck
to keep him from struggling free. From Carthartes cruel looking beak
came all sorts of hisses, snarls and foul mouthed curses, all of which
simply made his captor's grip tighter.
headed and was he about to die at the hands of his father? One hundred
and one thoughts rocketed through Carthartes mind. Visions of deathes,
beatings and other horrific deeds ricohet from the blackness into
Carthartes reality and then faded away.
with a thump.
before I beat you again".
well being.
greatest of easy brought it down with one foul swoop, collecting
Carthartes head on the way through and knocking him into some nearby
bushes. Carthartes snarled and hissed loudly, Rage and anger filling
every corner of his being. Lashing out with both fist and cruel hook
shaped beak Carthartes attempted to attack his father, but to no avail.
All his attempts were either blocked or landed with little affect upon
Akan. Akan grabbed Carthartes by the throat and shook him violently.
hushed voice.
cloak out from under the priests nose. I'll keep a look out from here"
whispered Akan in a hushed tone.
would surely die if he was to refuse.
further into the darkness of the temple. His eyes peeled for any sign
of the Priest and the cloak his father prized so dearly. Carthartes
thought to himself if only I had a weapon then I would have the upper
hand against my father. He entertained the thought of a long slim
dagger being driven into his fathers side as he snuck from piller to
piller. A wry smile flashing across his face he replayed the thought
over and over.
fixsated on the dark shadows looking for movement. A dark sense of
dread began to wash over him the further he tread, what evil had
created this place, what was to be his fate if caught?
knees began to shake violently. The walls were covered in pictures,
demonic symbols and strange runes which seemed to pulsate and grow with
the flickering and spattering of the torches light. Shadow hands
reached for Carthartes from ever corner of the room, frightened yet
thrilled by the pure maneviolence of this room, his mind began to spin.
Around and around, into infinitey it spirilled, until a single image
broke through. The image of an eclipsing moon burned itself in the
walls of his memory. Carthartes screamed in pain, His small body
writhing as the image grew brighter and brighter. On it blazed, for
what seemed to be an eternatity, The pain growing till to a climax
then slowly fading. Carthartes cackled with glee as he fell to the
ground.
figure stood over him, dressed in dark grey cloak covered in the same
runes and symbols as he had seen in the inner sanctum. The figure kept
poking him with the sharp end of a spear, if only to watch Carthartes
squirm. The figure laughed loudly from behind the cowl of his cloak as
Carthartes came too.
said the figure as he stabbed at Carthartes side once again.
but it is no good, his stinging headache and total confusion made it
impossible to string together a decent story. Bits and pieces of
stories began to come together but nothing convincing enough to fool
the figure before him.
how your father beats you and how your foul birth was planned".
you were born into" laughs the figure.
possesions" He continued.
there with a blank look upon his, attempting to take in what the figure
was saying.
for true power in order to obtain it and without this greed your life
is worth nothing" snarled the figure.
that his and his fathers Greed for possessions has got him nowhere.
the ability to manipulate the Systems or Society for your own gain. To
do this you must have order, the order of the Systems of Society, for
example the order of ranks in an Army such as the Empire. To maintain
order you must have strength. Strength is what is used to gain true
power and to cull those that would keep you from holding it".
figure.
the bone, yet at the same time hit a chord within his black soul. He
felt both the fear for his life and awe struck wonder of a manoviolent
and powerful being at once, causing him to snicker with interperdation.
the figure was no longer there. Where he had once stood there was only
the cloak he had woren. Carthartes quickly grabbed the cloak and made
a run for the temple doors, burst through to the other side only to be
stopped dead in his tracks by Akans large fist. With a thump Carthartes
fell to the ground, once again dazed.
Yelled Akan as he shook his fist at Carthartes.
did the hatred and anger towards his father began to boil over inside
him. Enraged Carthartes knocked his father to the ground, seeing this
was his his chance to progress up the order he grabbed the largest
rock he could find nearby and began to beat his father to death with
it.
After his rage subsided and his fathers body lay limp on the path
outside the temple, Carthartes rummaged through his fathers pockets
grabbing everything he could possibly need and slowly made his way
back to galadon.