Posted by Vargus on June 2, 2000 at 06:47:39:
In Reply to: Just thought I'd post this, let me know what you think. 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.