Posted by Vargus on June 1, 2000 at 20:48:12:
I typed this straight from my own sleep deprived imagination, let me know what you think. It's shit, it could be better if you had..., whatever. Thanks for the critisism. I am leave the char's name unknown for obvious reasons. Added Tue May 9 17:57:55 2000 at level 1: In that slumber he found no rest however, only vivid dreams When he awoke bathed in sweat he stood and started walking
When he was young (char) would sneak to the temple south
of Arkham and watch as those secretive people came and
went. Intriuged he set out to find as much as he could
about the temple and those that frequented it. Knowing
there were always those willing to sell information he
set about finding a qualified person at the guild of thieves.
For a reasonable amount of gold he was able to obtain a
a said to be stolen copy of the Sacraa and a summation of
the dogma of the cult. Though the theif would tell him
nothing of the temple as he said it had was guarded by
some horrid creature. Taking his plethora of new found
knowledge to a secluded place to read and in the hopes
of satisfying his curiosity. He read and re-read both
the Sacraa and the Dogma until he could see the words on
the backs of his eyes lids when he finally settled in to
get some sleep.
filled with what some would call nightmarish visions, from
his perspective they were glorious sights of things that
long since should have passed. Images of himself and
others of a kindred spirit riding out of a dense fog riding
flaming nightmares swinging the disembodied heads of the
so-called riteous, the blood of the sleepers thick upon
upon their armor and blades. The fog receding into
nothingness unveiling the corpses of countless bodies.
A skeletal figure nodding and grinning from the shadows
as if all were finally right with the world. Then a vision
of himself and those same faceless kindred spirits standing
victorious around the rubble of a destroyed temple in the
mountains to the north of Ofcol. Himself upturning the
body of a headless arial in grey platemail gourging himself
on it's life blood as it streamed from the neck stump.
A manical laughter booming throughout the mountain tops,
a sound to send chills down a demon's spine. The last
vision to grace his slumber was of himself walking through
the fog and everywhere he walked the crippling fog receded,
and did not roll back in.
with no particular destination in mind. Only knowing that
he was heading in the right direction. Still re-reading
his documents not even looking where his steps took him
he ran into the guard of the guild of anti-paladins.
When he looked up the guard met his eyes for a moment and
understood that this lad had ended up where he needed to
be. Sending him inside to begin his training without ever
asking him a single question. There he trained until he
was to become an actual member of the guild and no longer
just an apprentice. As he stepped out onto the streets
of Arkham now a promising member of his guild, he was
finally attaining the tools to deliver his rapture upon
the world.