PlaneShift
Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Single Author Stories => Topic started by: entomophobiac on September 18, 2002, 01:06:28 am
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Hatharo died. At least he was sure of it himself. He died that fateful day, losing his life by the hands of someone so filled with disrespect of that life that his mere presence had frightened Hatharo. Killed in an Yliakum back-alley after visiting his best friend.
Yet, Hatharo still remained active. He could still reason, hate, love - even move. But why?
Somehow, he knew that his existance was not meant for this world. He was not supposed to remain active while dead. Not thought to walk after deprivation of his sorrowful carcass. But he did.
He also had a goal. Not the obvious goal to meander through eternity haunting his murderer, but the goal to find someone. Someone he had never known - not even heard of. This someone had a name, Corvus, whatever that meant.
Hatharo just knew that he would never be able to rest before he had found this creature, person or fiend.
(Off note: This was thought of as a guild of the undead, where certain players - after death - would have the goal to find their actual guild leader... the Lord of the Dead, Corvus.)
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Hatharo just knew that he would never be able to rest before he had found this creature, person or fiend.
I can clearly sense Edgar Allan Poe\'s spirit dwelling in this quote =D