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Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) / Gloki's Story
« on: October 06, 2005, 05:45:14 pm »
Chapter 1.
The Reason
The dwarf sat on the rock. She looked broken, an empty shell. Around her fires raged, lighting her weathered, mournful face with broken light, dancing in a brutally cheerful pattern off the walls to reflect in her tears like a frosted looking glass. A Kran strode out of the smoke towards her. She raised her head, her face filled with the dawning realization that her end was near. The Kran raised his almighty broadsword. ?My name is Kenti!? he roared, ?Let mine be the last face you look upon!?. A bright flash of steel shot through the humid air and lopped off her head. The merciless Kran turned his back on her dead body and walked away. Not looking. Not caring.
Chapter 2.
The Revenge
Gloki Aslian lifted the Kran high above his head. ?You killed my mother!? he screamed wrathfully.The Kran panicked at the fearsome sight and whimpered ,?I was made to.?
?Coward!? , said the dwarf chillingly ,?you would kill an innocent old woman but you do not dare to face me!?.
?No-one calls me a coward, let alone a dwarf,? roared the Kran.,?Give me a sharp sword and I will murder you where you stand, as I did your mother!?
?No Kenti,? the dwarf replied,?We fight like men, no weapons but our hands, no armour but our skin, and no power but our own!?
Chapter 3.
The Redemption
As I bent over the bloody, pulverized carcass I realized how worthless it had been. It did not bring comfort. It did not stop the memories. It did not bring her back. It made me a murderer. It made me like him.
My quarrel was over, at least for now. I was content, yet no better than before. I had to return to my guild, for they were a part of me, and to lose them was to die inside. If they would accept me back, soiled as I was.
Chapter 4.
The Return
The jovial dwarf skipped along, playing on his beaten pipes a bright, bouncy tune. He sat by the gates to the guild hall he knew so well, knocked, and prepared himself, but one thing was certain, he would have a fine tale to tell tonight.
PS: As you might have guessed, I\'m back, but as Gloki Aslian rather than Gloki Verrxe.
The Reason
The dwarf sat on the rock. She looked broken, an empty shell. Around her fires raged, lighting her weathered, mournful face with broken light, dancing in a brutally cheerful pattern off the walls to reflect in her tears like a frosted looking glass. A Kran strode out of the smoke towards her. She raised her head, her face filled with the dawning realization that her end was near. The Kran raised his almighty broadsword. ?My name is Kenti!? he roared, ?Let mine be the last face you look upon!?. A bright flash of steel shot through the humid air and lopped off her head. The merciless Kran turned his back on her dead body and walked away. Not looking. Not caring.
Chapter 2.
The Revenge
Gloki Aslian lifted the Kran high above his head. ?You killed my mother!? he screamed wrathfully.The Kran panicked at the fearsome sight and whimpered ,?I was made to.?
?Coward!? , said the dwarf chillingly ,?you would kill an innocent old woman but you do not dare to face me!?.
?No-one calls me a coward, let alone a dwarf,? roared the Kran.,?Give me a sharp sword and I will murder you where you stand, as I did your mother!?
?No Kenti,? the dwarf replied,?We fight like men, no weapons but our hands, no armour but our skin, and no power but our own!?
Chapter 3.
The Redemption
As I bent over the bloody, pulverized carcass I realized how worthless it had been. It did not bring comfort. It did not stop the memories. It did not bring her back. It made me a murderer. It made me like him.
My quarrel was over, at least for now. I was content, yet no better than before. I had to return to my guild, for they were a part of me, and to lose them was to die inside. If they would accept me back, soiled as I was.
Chapter 4.
The Return
The jovial dwarf skipped along, playing on his beaten pipes a bright, bouncy tune. He sat by the gates to the guild hall he knew so well, knocked, and prepared himself, but one thing was certain, he would have a fine tale to tell tonight.
PS: As you might have guessed, I\'m back, but as Gloki Aslian rather than Gloki Verrxe.