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Title: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on April 13, 2006, 03:40:34 am

as some of you might know im a mac user and i got bored wile waiting for the mac release of the new client so i wrote up this story to pass time.
enjoy!

dark, the absence of light, the first moments of life are found in dark places. there is no exception for the character of this story. his first moments of memory are of darkness but his memories are not the norm, as far as he is concerned he was thrown into the middle of his life with no clue of where to go and no clue of where he come from. when he looked around he saw the world threw unknolageable eyes, looking around for a friendly face he went to the first being he saw and bid it hello. the being was a rogue, and this rogue was having a proticulary bad day. this particular rogue had just ran into town for a bit and was being picked off by strangers, \"oh brother\" thought the rogue \"here comes another one\", then he armed himself and went to meet the enki. \"hello si....\" was all our character had time to say before the rogue expertly sent him on a trip to to world of the dead.

the little Enki looked around at the new world he was so unwillingly thrown in. searching for a way out, a few days later he found a library, now libraries are curious things to one who is just beginning to see the world, rows and rows of small rectangular items all of witch have strange markings on them. after a wile of looking threw the library he come across a friendly face. \"can i help you sir\" asked the stranger. \"yes, can you tell me what these are?\" said the Enki. the stranger then proceeded into a long and slightly boring speech about books and their perpus and in the end our enki friend was quite exhausted from listening \"yes yes i understand but how do i use them?\" he asked slightly impatient. \"oh you don\'t know how to read?\" asked the stranger. over the following few months the kind stranger had taught our little fellow all he knew about reading. after the lessons the little Enki read all the books on things thought he might need to know in the world of the living. after a wile he grew bored and began reading stories. one particular collection of short stories stuck itself into his mind, it was a simple book but the Enki had taken in the values taught by the stories to hart he was reading one of the stories and found a name, it was the name of a dragon in the tale, the dragon had just come out of his cave and a typical knight in shining armor came and slayed the dragon even though it had not even tryed him harm. the Enki found the story useless but could not help but find a sympathy for the fictional dragon. from this story he took the name given to the dragon and bestowed it upon himself. from that moment forward he called himself Irick.

 after a few months of looking around he found a portal leading back to the living world. he walked threw and emerged in a setting long forgotten. this time around he disided to explore and stay away from the dark clad figures he had learned where called rogues. after a few days he came upon another town. for a wile he laid about near the blacksmiths talking to the people who cared to stop long enough and observed the behavior of those holding conversations and greeting others. from his observations he set up a few basic motions of greeting and settled on the bow.

 one day Irick was siting in the shade of his favorite tree when he met a quite eccentric individual. her name was Zorbels and she had just tied a pink ribbon around his tail. he stood up, quite confused by the action and asked if she wanted her ribbon back. she smiled and told him to keep it for a lady friend. after a wile of talking he expressed interest in joining the guild she belonged to. she handed him a scroll and he read, he was quite surprised to find that the rules pretty much defined the morals he had learned from his book. the fenki sent for a high ranking member to instate Irick in the guild.
once he was in the guild he felt something he had never remembered having, a sense of family and friendship. on that day Irick had finally found a friend, one of his most beloved memories, and later that vary day he had his first glimpse on one of the most hated practices he would ever have the displeasure of learning about, Slavery. his newfound friends where showing him where to go and who to see when they ran into two Kran.
he learned later that they where the employees of a certain Ashrock.
but he dident know that then. all he knew then is that they where exchanging harsh words with his new found friends, and that this was certainty not civilized behavior.
after several words and few looks exchanged it came to fighting. his friends dispatched the two with little effort and it seamed not to phase them, but in Iricks mind he was reliving his traumatic first experience with death and found in his hart a tinge of regret towards these two, that is until they came back for more.

this time there was only fighting and he found the ting of pity and been overwhelmed by a question \"are these two crazy or do they enjoy death?\"
after a similar dispatch he found the wondering gone, and returned to his friends. he asked them what was with the two Kran that had attacked them. his new friends explained about the house of Ashrock and how Zorbels had freed a slave from Ashrock himself. Irick was appalled to learn of slavery and delighted to learn of his friends stand ageist it. a wile after this encounter he met a kran named Zerrok who also belonged to the House of Ashrock, at first impression he seamed nice enough... until he opened his mouth. now its not to say that he was impolite but this Kran kept commenting on how good of a slave Irick wold make and irick had seen how well slaves where treated. it dident help that this kran was fixed on harming iricks friends. irick confronted him. \"sir if you plan on harming my friends you may find more resistance then you expected\" the kran looked at him and said calmly \"perhaps i should test your mettle now young protecter\". by this time Irick was Scared beyond anything he had ever felt but he managed to contain it \"I will not back down from a direct challenge sir, though i will most certainty die if i stand up to the challenge\" the kran nodded  and said \"yes you most surly wold, i see you are a realist.\" Irick shock his head \"no i am just not stupid\". luckily for Irick he was not sent to death realm that day and no physical harm was caused but he was scared from the encounters , even if he dident notice it. in his sub-conscience every time he met a Kran he thought about his first encounters with them and as a result it made it hard for him to forge friendships with Kran.

one day he got a bit curious about religion and asked one of his friends about the religion of Laanx. her name was Xillix, and Irick stood no chance. she took him high into the tower and proceeded to tell him about Laanx. she told how Laanx harnessed the power of the crystal to create to first race on this world. and how Talaad became impatient and in his attempts harmed her. she told him of the journeys that Laanx took and the events that took place during them. then she showed him the book of names. at this he was confused \"its just a book why do you hold it in such high regards\" he asked, she said \"this book was written by Laanx himself\"
and he replied \"so? they are just words i can right words and they wold look just the same\". she laughed and said \"yes but are your words magically suspended in a temple?\" \"no\" Irick admitted and disided that he should listen more then talk.
at the end of the conversation Irick decided to follow Laanx in hopes that perhaps the grate power Laanx had at his disposal might just trickle down and shed some light on his long forgotten past. and there is where the story lets off to be continued in life and written in the actions of a small enki, Self named.... Irick.

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Post by: Suno_Regin on April 13, 2006, 04:10:17 am

Press return (enter) two times, not one. It\'s hard to read so many words smushed together.

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Post by: Irick on April 13, 2006, 05:48:31 am

noted i changed the text above to suite readers better

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Post by: sasek on April 13, 2006, 02:49:04 pm

i enjoyed reading your story Irick :)

and i hope this thread gets bigger with your story

-Sasek

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Post by: zorbels on April 13, 2006, 07:00:04 pm

I enjoyed your story as well Irick. There is always room for improvment but this is a very good start. It is nice to know your history and I am happy that you are content with your desision to join the guild. We are happy to have you. :D

Zorbels says with a low growl leaking around her words \"Ashrock seems to be getting around and is becoming a pain. No matter I will soon be taking him out and asking others whom I trust to join me in this battle. Rest easy Irick, justice will be done and all the Enki\'s he still has as slaves will be freed\"

Title: chapter 2
Post by: Irick on April 13, 2006, 09:11:53 pm

sleep, to rest in body and mind; to be without ordinary thought or movement.
we rejoin Irick deep in a deep sleep , thoughts swirl in his mind like a film of oil on a rolling tide of water. he is dreaming, a first for him, he looks around in wonder at a vast world . he looks down and notices the ground seems to be getting bigger. he looks up in fright and sees the Azure sun. the sight pacifies his beating hart, beautiful, he now cares not that he is falling, all he can think about is the sight above him and the sadness that it will not last.

a voise calls out to him, a voise he remembers, in anguish and loss.
looking up he sees nothing but knows that someone up there is calling him, he trys to shout \"here i am!\" but his mouth is not his own. he looks down at the ground and welcomes its embrace.


Irick woke up in a cold sweat,
he had seen something he did not remember, but it was familiar none the less.
he sat up and entered a deep state of mediation willing the memory to come back, to reveal its mysteries to him. but it was in vain. the memories where not Irick\'s so he had no control over them. after a few hours he got up and looked at the sky, the Azure sun glowed warmly. it was night, or at least as close to night as it got here, but the sun intrigued irick just the same. he gazed deep into the sky and made a resolution. \"i will find out how to use the powers of this sun\" he told himself \"and when i do i will find this voise and bring back the memories that are fighting to be freed\". he took one last look at the crystal, nodded to himself and slipped into a deep sleep filled with sound and pictures, but he wold remember none of it.
the only thing he wold remember is waiting to awake, and to see his friends again.
edited to remove some typos

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Post by: Irick on April 13, 2006, 09:35:11 pm

*NOTE: i intend to continue the story as a project. the post will be made on a \"whenever i feel like it\" schedule, i  plan make one large recap on events that molded Iricks rp every update. just hold tight!(http://www.planeshift3d.com/wbboard/images/icons/smilie.gif) oh and dont be afrade to give me advise on how to make it better. i wold appreciate any feed back.
{edited to add comment}

Title: N/A
Post by: Irick on April 28, 2006, 11:09:48 pm

Friendship, one of the strongest bonds we can share with another being.
Irick has few friends and those few he has he is intensely loyal to.
We rejoin him in a massive library searching franticly for any mentions of a blue flame. his library run is brought on by the darkness slowly taking over Zorbels body.
his part in the cure was a solitary item, seems easy but after reading 60 books on all sorts natural and magic items he found no references to anything he could possibly use to find the item. he sighed and opened another book not bothering to look at its title. after a few seconds of skimming he stopped. the markings where not of the common language but he seamed to vaguely understand them, but when he went back to the book the understanding had gone. he sighed and tryed to remember what section he was in. "focus" said a small voise in his mind. mildly surprised at the voise but contributed it to stress and the lack of sleep, im trying, he thought,
but how am i suppose to find the item if i cant read some of the books. "you can" said the voise, "you just need to stop  trying to and just do it". what dose that even mean he thought but the voise did not reply. he sighed and picked up another book.
a few books later he still could not take his mind off of the book, after a wile he picked it up and decided to try reading it again opening the book he remembered the voise so he stopped trying to read the book and just skimmed over it, letting any thoughts associated with the symbols flow. he was surprised to find he could under stand the text again. reading through the book he found a reference to a strange crystal that then exposed to the azure sun's rays caused a reaction in the crystal that cased a light blue flickering energy, much life fire, ti appear inside the crystal. the book even had a map to the site where it could be found. a problem immediately revealed itself, the site where the crystals could be found lay in the mines of the house of ashrock. Irick let an annoyed hiss escape his lips. this task was not going to be an easy one.

Irick looked at the entrance of the mines and felt every bit of blood and every broken dream that went into the making of the giant stone tomb. at that moment any bit of regret he might have felt for what he was about to do vanished.
he took a deep breath and walked up to the guards. "greetings sirs," irick said to the guards trying his best to sound truthful " i have been instructed to bring you two this gold ore" he said with all the certisy he could manage. the two Kran looked down at him and took the ore without so much as a grunt. of course it was not really gold ore, it was a highly potent oxidant that reacted with the silicon in the Kran's bodies to create silicon oxide. the krans felt the burning instantly, "hey" said one "what was in that ore?" he asked but the little enki was already on his way into the mines. "HALT" yelled the kran, but to no avail, they tryed to give chase but the burning was to great to continue. they stopped to rest, they never got up.

Irick was running as fast as he could trying to not think about the two Kran that wold soon be just a pile of dust. he focused instead on getting to the Blue fire crystals, only a few more minuets of running and he wold reach the patch of dirt that the book had described. running down the tunnels he saw many enki being forced to work for their master's profit, he felt a bit of anger rise up but he extinguished it by telling himself that he wold free them after the immediate threat was over. he ran a little slower now and stuck to the shadows at to not be seen by the passing kran and enki.
after a wile of running and hiding he came to a small patch of dirt and began digging, after a few minutes he yielded results, he stuck the small red crystal into his pack, strange thing about the blue fire crystal, it was red unless it was in direct light of the crystal sun, many often disregarded it as just a common crystal, but irick had studied every picture of it in the book and knew the formation by hart. he got up and turned around to make his brake for the exit. "well well well what do we have here" said a voise. Irick froze, a tough looking kran stood in his way and two others backed him up. "look here" said the kran "looks like we found ourselves a new slave." irick had his hands on the hilts of his daggers, he wasent going to be anyones slave. "let me handle them" said the voise in his head. Irick blinked in surprise. have fun with them he thought and then, darkness.

when irick awoke he was covered in bits of rock and a dark ooze plastered his fur down. he spent little time wondering what happened, only one thing was important now, getting the crystal to Zorbels.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: ou8i8uo on May 01, 2006, 10:46:19 pm

 \\o//


Irick, I applaud your writing skills and would encourage you to write as often as you feel the urge, your work is impressive and I look forward to reading more.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: zorbels on May 01, 2006, 10:50:42 pm

:)  \\o//  \\o//  \\o//  \\o//  :thumbup:  \\o//  \\o//  \\o//  \\o//  :)

Awesome story telling Irick. I enjoyed it and you are getting better at writing with every word. Zorbels owes you one! 

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on May 08, 2006, 09:46:26 pm

(chapter moved for later ^^)

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on May 11, 2006, 10:43:48 pm

contend removed, because i desided it was stupit  :-\

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on May 12, 2006, 03:53:50 pm

death, the ending of any form of life.
death is no stranger to Irick, the death guard knows him by name by now.
we find Irick in the plaza under his favorite tree. Esseda walked up and irick bowed. after the normal familiarities where exchanged and a conversation started a mention of Esseda's sister came up. a young Yawnn spoke up "ya i have seen her, Zorbels killed her a wile ago" Irick froze, Esseda looked stunned. "i failed her" she said. several people tryed to comfort Esseda but the Yawnn just laghfed and said "yes you did". at this moment Irick grew suspitus of the information. Esseda walked off still in a fluster, Irick turned to the Yawnn and lost his temper "YOU! YOU LIE" he shouted of the Yawnn. "calm down mate" came the response "i lie, cheat, steal..." Irick cut him off in mid sentence "THEY ARE MY FRIENDS" he exclaimed "YOU ARE TRYING TO CAUSE STRIFE!" he lunged at the Yawnn then remembered his manners and challenged him to a duel. the coward declined with a whisper and said loudly "See you can not touch me" Irick heard a voise behind him, a voise he remembered from his early days of the protecters "you can take him Irick".
he looked around to find a Kran, his name was Zerrok. The Yawnn ran off as Irick turned. but irick didn't notice. he regarded Zerrok with cold eyes "how are you Irick?" asked Zerrok. "i am well" replied Irick "how is Zorbels?" asked Zerrok. Irick became a bit nervous "fine" he said. "you know" said Zerrok "my master could make you rich if you decided to work for us". Irick looked up at the Kran "i was wondering why you where here, the answer, as you may have expected, is no", Zerrok nodded "i expected as much, vary well. if you are not with us you are an enemy. i will have to kill you." Irick bowed "i great an enemy as i wold a friend". Irick lunged  attacking at the legs and throat. Zerrok had no problem avoiding the blows and struck Irick in the throat and hart. Irick stumbled back and Zerrok landed the final blow. as his spirit left him Iricks last heard words where Zerrok saying "honorable menki" then, Irick died.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Callico on May 12, 2006, 11:05:59 pm

I was kneeled looking at the ground. the wind blew around me. leafs rustled in the background. "you want me to find him?" i said. My master looks down upon me "yes, i want you to find him. i do not think he is dead. he was to crafty to be killed by a short fall" my master wanted me to kill my love again. it was the ultimate test of loyalty.
"he is to dangerous to be kept alive. you remember what he did" his eyes followed the scar up my arm, "to all of us". i nodded, the pain still fresh in my mind "i will obey my lord" even as i said the words my mind was racing back to the last time i saw my love. he was attempting to gather the powers of the crystal sun, the assassins all dead, killed by the powers he had successfully gathered from the great crystal. i was the last one standing. "don't do this to me" i pleaded but to no avail, he was to absorbed with the powers of the azure sun. "silence, it is my turn. the two here have been greedy. i want that kind of power." i knew that the one i fell in love with was no longer there, replaced by this power hungry monster. i set my resolve. and lunged at him.

i felt his blood run over my hand, withdrew the dagger from his hart and watched him stagger back to the edge of the cliff. he stood there for a second, just looking at me with sadness in his eyes. then he let himself fall.

i rushed to the edge of the cliff tryed to catch his hand. i was to late. i screamed out his name and fell to my knees sobbing.

a voise broke the memory "are you sure you are up to this task?" my master asked a slight tone of tenderness in his voise. i stood up "i killed him once. i can do it again"
and with those words a firmly placed a soul glyph in my dagger's hilt and sheathed my blade. "this time ill make sure he dose not return."

OOC: i have Irick"s permission to post this.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on June 26, 2006, 07:11:39 am

we rejoin the Enki Irick, deeply in slumber, reliving a the few memorys he had reseved from his past. the preist called them a blessing. Irick called them a curse.
Irick stirs slightly, his mind going over the earlyest memory he has.


a young Enki on a ledge, crying. his black fur matted down with sweat, his cheast covered in blood. he wipes the tears from his eyes and looks down at the toun below. a singal word runs about his mind ...... Beautiful. the young Enki looked in wonder at the people going about there busness, at this hight he could see evry detail of the town. his mind distracted by the wander of this toun failed to relize that he had lost  his footing and he sliped. he wieldly scrambeled to get a hold of something to halt his fall and ended up hanging barly by the tips of his claws.
he felt a mew of dispaire excape his throught and serched wieldly around for another rock to clime up to. he found none. the enki felt his grip sliping and he paniced. the rock gave way and for a split second time stoped. "this is it" he thought "i am going to die." he closed his eyes tight "mother... father... wait for me".

a hand shot out and grabed his, saveing him from the freefall. he looked up to see a Human climer pulling him to safty. one he got his bareings the little Enki huged the climer tightly, crying out "you saved me from the fall..." the human just smiled down at the Enki "its not the fall you shold be woryed about young one, its the sudden stop at then end that gets you" the wity coment did nothing to calm the small cub down. the human looked woryedly at the Enki "young one, where are your parents?" the boy stoped crying, a new fealing replaceing it. one of hatrid
"dead... evryone dead" he said scornfully "those....... bad people.... they killed them, tryed to get me to. but i was quick." i said ponting to a large cut above his hart.
the human kneeled down to the cubs level "what is your name young one" he said in a sothing voise. the young Enki replyed "i do not have a name. my nameing day was set for after my 5th seson..... today is my day of birth.... i am 4 sesons"
the human nodded, "i will respect this. for now i will call you Tabei. [freind] for lack of a better name." the enki boy sat down, not realy lissoning to the human and begain to plot to revenge his parents.

he was 4, his parrents had been killed in front of him by a gang of bandits.
he prayed to no god in perticular, just prayed for help geting vengance for his parents. little did he know this request wold be ansered, and becuse of it, he wold become one of the most fearsom assasens of his time.... but his storry is to be conteued....

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on July 15, 2006, 10:09:42 am

in a near empty room is a table. the table has two items of interest. one is a guild badge, once worn with pride, the other is a sheet of parchment.

"to my dear friends and guild mates,
 it is with regret that i resign from the Protectors. But i can not ware this title of protector truthfully. events have come up that prove this to me. however i could not just simply leave you without even a word of fairway. you where the closest thing i had to a family and leaving your ranks is not a disition that i took lightly. i will sorely miss all of you. perhaps  will be able to rejoin you once i can truefuly bare the title of Protector. i will never forget the kindness i found in your ranks"

at the bottom of the page, right before the signature is a row of small blue crystals, perhaps parting gifts to the guild that meant so much to the weighter of the letter

the letter is signed "your friend and ex-brother in arms, Irick"

a shrouded figure puts down the pen and walks to the door. on his way out a small metallic looking pouch falls from his bag. a small black crystal topples out from the
pouch, a sickly dark feeling clouds the air. the shrouded figure stumbles back from the dark stone, his eyes glazed with shadow. his hand brushes agenst one of the small blue crystals and he slowly returns to normal. the Enki takes another crystal from his bag and grips onto it tightly, rushing out the door and away from the dark crystal, hoping that his guild finds the note and the stones with it.

[currently working on the events that cased his resignation. converting logs to a good story takes a wile for me, sorry =P]

Title: the story of an enki name Irick "New Begenings"
Post by: Irick on August 05, 2006, 11:07:32 am

Irick was siting at the temple entrance. he had been there frequently ever sence he had left the protectors. alltho he wold not admit it, the temple allways gave him a calming sensation. and going threw quite a lot he needed all the calm he cound get. today his thoughts skiped around, if he wold see his friends agin, if the theves wold truely take action aginst the temple, whether Aradia, a being he had allmost come to trust enughf to call a friend, wold join them. but mostly his thoughts lay on the protectors, his formor guild. he had left due to a malitious spirit takeing over his actions. he was not sure if they wold let him back. he remembered an encounter with lady Zorbels after he had left the guild. whether she did not notice his greating or was ignoring him was haunting his thoughts, Zorbels was one of his oldest friends. If she could not forgive him for leaveing the guild.....


rick snapped back to the world at hand hearing lady Xillix's voice "Oh look what washed up... Lord Sov!" Irick looked up to see a group of theives and, to his dismay, Aradia."I think you know me right? Or maybe in your arrogance you have forgotten?" came Sovs voice. Irick knew Sov, not formaly, but they had spoken before. he never struck Irick as a theif. but then agin, Irick had been wrong before."I have forgotten nothing." Lady Xillix replied. Sov shouted, clearly wanting all around to know of the words being exchanged from his troup and the vespers "Xillix, I offer you a last chance. Give us what we want and we will leave." "The days when I would pay you for not thieving from the temple are bygone." replied Xillix. Sov laughed. "Then you choose the wrong path, my lovely little Fenki friend." "I never should have paid for the comfort. I should have slain every thief that walked through here! and that is the new arangment" lady Xillix stated in a commanding voise.
before he had time to fully comprehend what was happening, Aradia had unsheathed a dagger and herled it at lady Xillix. Panthro threw himself infround of the dagger and fell.


the next few moments passed in a blur, knives and swords clashing, blood spilling, armor tareing. Irick was quite caught up in it untill a solid blow landed itself on his sholder. the world turned black as Irick fainted, the loss of blood preshure causing a black out.

when Irick woke up the battle had passed, panthro was taken poisened to the temple. Irick could not bare to sit there and watch Panthro in a restless slumber. so he took a trip to the tavern, fealing rather light headed.
when he walked in he noticed a familure face, Aeshion. Irick smiles at her and she made hand motions as to offer him a drink. Irick shook his head, fearing that it might be to strong for him. but she signed it was a weak wine and poored a few mouthfulls into his mug. Irick smiled apreceativly and took a few sips. a few miniuts went by and for some reson, he was feeling varry light headed, it was geting harder to controle his musel movement. Aridia was looking at his sholder and frowning. Irick looked at where she was stareing and felt his hart drop. a powdery residue was around a large cut in his armor, only one thought came to mind, poisen. "i think.... i had better go to the temple" said Irick.

Irick stumbled out of the tavern, looking to all the world drunken. Aeshion helped him walk to the temple and when he spoted Xillix he sputtered "Lady Xillix, i fear i may have been poisened." Xillix turned around and looked worryed "we shold get him to a pew" Xillix Helped him to the temple doors, then Aeshion signaled them to wait. Irick stoped and looked around to Aeshion. as she was rumagesing threw her pack he collapsed agenst the doors. she pulled out a mushroom and a bit of gold ore and ground the mushroom aginst it. she looked at Irick and gave him a look that told him this was not going to be pleasent. she coated her fingars with the powder and plunged them into the wound. Irick cried out in pain then started to calm. he heard Xillix ask "Aeshion, could he die?"

three days passed and Irick recovered, largly thanks to Aeshion's help. and the kindness of friends.
Irick was agin siting at the temple  entrance, lost in though when he noticed Xillix . Xillix saw him and said "wait here" after a wile she returned and looked to him "Irick, if you need a home you are welcome with us. you needent join Farren's guild, or go back to your old guild" Irick was stuned. he had allways looked up to the vespers and now Xillix, high priestess was asking him if he wold join their ranks "lady Xillix... i am honored" she nodded "think about it. come back to me when you have disided." for a wile he was still stuned. but then his thoughts fell back to his old guild. he remebered words he had once heard. "every new begining comes from some other beginings end." his paw curled around his old badge his eyes closed. he wispered to himself "time for a new begining..."

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on August 28, 2006, 04:54:11 pm

This is the story of a young enki. a friend, an apprentice, a brother, Hahro, a Menki of 6 cycels, adopted by Duvare and Farren, only to find that he is to never have a mother agin. the day of his recolecton was only a week after he had oversteped boundrys in his practices of Lah'ar, causeing a perminent blindness. do to his new limitations his body had tryed to compensate by develuping his other sences further, incouding those he learned in Lah'ar. wakeing one day, he found his sister comeing into the room, trying to sneek in without being seen. he asked simply "Have you seen mother" her anser was heard, but he did not fully understand it, for his sister had just told him his adoptive mother was a monster, turned by those who feed on blood. he tryed to take in this infermation but desided he had to see Duvare himself, now.  Islanzadi took her brothers hand and lead him down to the sewers.

Hahro walked into the room, sending a pulce of mana to get him bareings and saw his mother. his first clue something was wrong was that instead of showing up as a sorce of light, as he usealy saw her. it was darknes, absorbing any energy to put out. never the less he ran up to her and embrased his adotive mother, haveing not seen her in manny days. the others said some words but his mind was focused on Duvare, then, he felt it.
a longing in Duvare, to bite down on his neak. in this Hunger she had fallen victom to he felt what she saw him as in the deepest layers of her being. food. he let her go and backed away to his sister. Farren was telling them to leave, but Hahro dident hear him. all he could think about was that his mother, the fenki who had found him, kept him relitively safe, and been kind. was looking at him as a sorce of food. it was to much for him. his sister tryed to drag him away. he just stood there. then, he heard another sound. the sound of lips sucking at skin, then the sound of blood hitting the floor, not his own, but his fathers. then, he was gone.

the next day siting outside of the Royal House of Purrty, knapsack next to him, all he could think about was what had happened that night. he slung him Knapsack over his sholder "you know" said Lolitra referting to a close one sence passed "she allways said she dident miss is, but i know she wanted to see me agin." Hahro blinked. Lolitra looked a bit appoligetic "i relise thats not what you wanted to hear." Hahro turned to face her "I only saw you once, your face is one of the few i remember." then he looked at the ground "i can't lose my mother agin. so im leting her go... for good. Please dont stop me" Lolitra looked down at him "I can not tell you what to do, but know you are allways wellcome at my house" then she bent down and kissed him on the forehead. he smiled "thank you" then begain to walk off. Lolitra wached him leave with a tear in her eye.

Hahro had made it to the north gate, after a lot of kind people had pointed him in the right direction. he ran into his sister. "Sister... what are you doing here" she asked him the same question. he looked to the ground "im runing away.. dont stop me" she looked at him with sad eyes "do you have any food, how will you see?" the trueth was he never thought of these things, as most runaways do. "I... i dont know, ill manage" he said with a slight smile. she started to cry "Im comeing with you, i won let you go out alown to die." his eyes started to water and he looked up at the voise "i thought you wold never come... i wasent ready to leave my family compleatly..." then he droped his knapsack ang hugged his sister. she returned the embrase. a fenki was near by, waching them Curiously. her name was Gatuna, she was walking with her husbend, well more waiting for him to catch up. she walked up to the two children "Hahro, miss, what are you two doing here?" Hahro looked up at the voise and ansered truethfully "runing away" she looked at them "runing... away, have you any place to stay?" Islanzadi ansered this time "no, but im sure we will manage" she said, smileing slightly at Hahro. Gatuna looked thoughtfull for a wile then looked at the two "hmm.. how would you two.. like to stay at my home." Hahro looked to Islanzadi "we could see Vingmor agin!" Islanzadi nodded, then Thormor came up panting. looking at Gatuna, she Chuckled at his state and they started to wisper. Islanzadi looked to Hahro, and Hahro looked to her. then they started their new lives, as Brother and Sister.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on October 01, 2006, 09:29:21 pm

Irick looked dreadfull, his fur matted and his eyes red and bloodshot siting by the tavern's fire place, he couldn't sleep, his mind just woldent settele.
earlyer that week he when to see Unar's Father, to ask for her hand in marrage, once agin his past, blood and curse kept him from the things and people he loved, he sighed and looked up to see Irri and Kaie leaveing, a pair of daggers on the floor, Duvare's. he picked them up and headed up to Duvare's room, death on his mind. to anyone in the tavern at the time, they wold have heard a thud, the sound of a dagger hiting the ground. then siolence for a wile. then Socia walked up the stairs, there was an explotion, Irick and Socia did not come down. - the end of an enki named Irick. [of corse if it realy is "the end" of this rp depends on the ps comunity, if you are going to attempt to get him back, please pm me. im not going to make it easy though.]

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Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on November 09, 2006, 03:16:50 am

[heh its been a wile but, might as well post the ending rp. we miss your rp Cyasnigyn.]
Irick looks over the railing of the tavern roof at the roof tops in the distance, a silver ring in his hand, his mind in chaos "its been a year" he thinks "is she ever comeing back..."
after a few miniuts of siolence Einnols words come to mind "stop torchureing yourself, you have waited for her. its time you moved on"

Irick looks down at the ring, closes his paw around it and stares at the northern woods. "everyone finds love.... how many lose it?.... damn it... Cyasnigyn... it never matered what you where, i loved you." Irick raises his paw and slings the ring as far as he could north, its gold ingraveing catches the light "Cyasnigyn & Irick- _______ "
Irick waches the ring untill it is out of sight, then takes out a small link and starts to ingrave Cyasnigyn's name on it, tears in his eyes.
Irick snaps the link beside two other names "Monk" "Gleam"  and walks away from the railing.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Ukaring on November 12, 2006, 01:41:41 pm

This story is great Irick! You are an amazing writer!  :thumbup:
The one thing you need is a crazy drunken dwarf! Maybe one that jumps off a railing?  :P

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on January 11, 2007, 07:41:22 pm

Quote from: Ukaring on November 12, 2006, 01:41:41 pm

This story is great Irick! You are an amazing writer!  :thumbup:
The one thing you need is a crazy drunken dwarf! Maybe one that jumps off a railing?  :P

hmmm... why dose that sound familure. anyway, here is my resent attempt at writeing, injoy

the bandit smiled, he couldent beleave his luck. he had come across a heavely laden enki with nothing but a wooden sword as defence. he unsheathed his good blade and signaled his partner to flank him. the enki froze as soon as they took their first step and turned around, 'even more luck' thought the bandit, the enki was blindfolded.

the enki's name was Irick, he was out looking for alchemic ingreadeants. the blindfold was part of his training. he heard the sound of the bandits unsheathing their blades and the ringing blades painted a shimmering image in his mind. the moment they took their first step he turned to face the left bandit. the man ran out of the shadowed woods with the intent of runing the enki through with his sword. Irick let him get close, then swong hard at the flat of the blade with his bokken. the impact of the hard wood against the hard but brittle blade caused the blade to shatter, leaveing the stuned bandit in a vary vunerable position. Irick kicked the bandit hard in the chest, sending him flying into a tree and knocking him out. then he turned to face the bandit coming from his right, useing the motion of turning to hit the bandit square in the forhead with the pummle of his bokken. the last inprestion the bandit saw was of the enki runing off, seemingly unburdened by the heavy pack on his back. his eyes started to close as the enki's tail whiped around a tree, following him into shadow

(ill contenue with my storrys, they are more practices ooc. i havent been in ps for a wile and don't expect to be for some time, my computer is  bit funny right now, it won't let me run anything i download anymore, trying to fix the problem. untill then, Irick/Hahro)

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on January 12, 2007, 12:22:45 am

the plant was small and shriveled, it did not look like anything spetial, but this small plant had the strange ability to absorb a highly reactive compound usefull in the alchemic arts.

Irick came upon it shortly after the encounter with the bandits. he walked up to the small shriveled plant and picked it up, carefull not to rupture the plants skin. he put the pant in a steel cylinder and slung in across his back, winceing at the clank of the steel aginst the bokkens, hopeing the plant's skin would not rupture.

the plant was one of many ingredeants needed to make an item of Irick's, a replacement gauntlet. his old one had been stolen and its crystal smashed, he resolved to make this one acording to his own design. after carefully drawing up the plans he desided that he needed seven items: the plant, the crystal, the fire, the water, the windstone, some earth and rocks and a vary spetial final ingredeant.
so far he had gathered all exept the crystal and the final ingredeant, those where next on his list.

Title: birth of an Umbramancer
Post by: Irick on January 12, 2007, 07:20:15 am

im experimenting a bit here, i think its rather good, feel free to comment.


the crystal was dark, the color of the surrounding shadows of the cave. the vary existance of it seemed to draw shadows to its resting place. it was this crystal that Irick searched from top to bottem of the dark cave for, useing his newly intensifyed sences, he could not find it untill he stoped looking for where is was, and started to map where it wasent. he searched the cave in a grid, marking off every square as he felt around for the crystal.

 finaly he found it, in the uper left chamber of the cave amunst several larger clear crystals. he took out a rock pick and set too the crystal spike, after a few hours he finished. after tipping the crystal he took the medium sized crystal and plased it in a bag lined with silver strands. he turned and relalised the shadows started to follow him, taking the form of a cloth that seemed to hide in his own shadow. It wanted to keep close to the crystal with wich it listened to, confided in and protected for so many years. as a result his own shadow became more defined. the clothen shadows begain to tell his shadows of the life it had shared with the crystal, and the comferts it gained from it. his shadow became curious and one night reached out to Irick's mind and confided to him the secrets of its life, death, and wants.

Irick woke up in a cold sweat, his dreams were filled with shadowed figured wispering to him, he remembered every word. he did not fear the wisperors  what he feared was his own interpertation, they where his own. all the things he had wanted but had confined in his hart on the pretence that they where wrong. but now, he was unsure. his soul, to those who could see such things, started to reform, accepting his shadows aspirations as his own.he shivered through the entire prossess as he felt his hart penitrated by some of the colder notions.

the next day he woke and looked at his sword, the steel of the blade had darkened overnight, as steel dose when it ages. he ran a paw over the back of the blade, lisstening to the ringing of the steel he concluded that his blade had differed slightly then from the night before, this did not serprise him. he got up and streched, as was his everyday ruteine  and sheathed his sword. he smiled, feeling greatly at peace with the shadows that followed in his path and whent on his way looking for the final ingredeant.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on January 12, 2007, 08:28:14 am

Irick walked through the forest, whistling a strange tune.
its a strange thing, to hear a whistle that seems to echo out of the shadows, like hearing a symphony of wind. Unfortunately, no one was there to hear it. he smiled to himself, walking purposefully through a tangled labyrinth of roots, trunks and leaves. every step he took in shadow seemed to engulf the moment, as if the motion was the only significant thing, and it was, for no one was there to say otherwise.

 the shadows embraced him like a brother, and he seemed at home in the absence of light. he was searching for the final pice to the puzzle, something to hold the rest together, and serve as the interface between his body and the finished product. he pushed through the light resistance he encountered in the form of low hanging branches all the time looking for something.

 then he found it, a small clearing where a little mettle tree stood on a patch of earth. as soon as to took a step towards it it seemed to disappear, but on closer inspection, it had become a shadow, keeping its color, but changing its form. he walked closer and it reformed again, into a smaller him. he stopped and formed an image in his head, it was something he held dear, Unar, before all the killing had hardened her eyes, hidden under the shawl she wore on the first day they met in the tavern. the mettle took to the form as perfect as he remembered it.

 Irick smiled and took the steps to the figure, almost reluctantly he let the memory of Unar drop from his mind, and in it's place a simple ingot. the mettle obliged and formed a large ingot. Irick picked this ingot up and strapped it to his pack next to the steel tube. he smiled and walked out of the clearing, leaving it empty. A mirror of himself, as if the hart of the wood had run away with a memory.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on February 02, 2007, 07:07:00 pm

Irick was surprised by the chatter in the shadows, until recently he had found them to be quite. but now they were almost annoying in their company. they talked about anything they knew about, politics, fighting, love found, love lost. by now he had learned to tune them out, he resolved only to trust his own shadow for information, it seemed far less annoying to him.

"Irick" he heard the now familiar voice of his shadow "others are watching you Irick" Irick looked around, but saw nothing "no, no here" the voice said again.
"i mean, others will try to find you, they are watching." Irick sighed, he had sence learned that shadows do not perceive time as he did. sometimes this was annoying, having his shadow restate his past, but sometimes it was valuable, in having his shadow state his future. He replied to his shadow "who are they" thinking to separate it as past or future, or even present. "the dark ones" replied his shadow
"those with Duraza" Irick contemplated this, he had had several encounters with Duraza before, many of them would make sense that he was being sought out by Duraza's allies. was this an image of the past?

 Irick stopped in the wooded shadows and sat down, reaching out to the tangent of his mind that remembered the cold laughter the sound of it seemed to echo once he found it, reverberating in the dark corners of is mind. he involuntarily shuddered. "i have no dought he is after me:" Irick thought. "but am i a high priority to him?"

Irick tried to keep the image of Duraza's true form out of his mind.
he retrieved some food from his pack, started a fire, and made camp for the night, taking comfort in the mixture of fire and shadow that surrounded him

"eather way" thought Irick. "I will seek him out if i can."

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on February 27, 2007, 04:46:17 am

Irick smiled, it was a few days after his accident, he had fallen off the tavern roof, and he couldn't be happier. his tail was intertwined with a fenki's named Nixe. his mind wandered back to when they first met, he was still a bit dizzy from his resent head trauma and he was trying to walk around in the tavern that he had been confined to ever since he was carried there by Garile. a fenki and her friend saw him leaning heavily on the table and making his way to a chair, they offered to help, and Irick, being his usual proud, stubborn self, insisted that he was quite capable of doing it unaided. half way through his sentence the chair slipped and deposited him on the floor, quite embraced. the fenki rushed over, and convinced him to accept his help, which he did, grudgingly. over the next few days they grew to be at first, close friends, and now... siting together on a rooftop, paw in paw and tails intwined. Irick smiled, thinking how lucky he was to have fallen off the vary roof he now was siting on. he turned to Nixe and watched the light reflect off her eyes, leaned in, and kissed her lightly.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on March 09, 2007, 07:52:25 am

this is an experiment for fight sequances for me. i am trying to make this imprssive, i am not implying Irick is this good.

the moonlight shimmered off the blue steel blades as the two wariors took a stand against one another in the depths of a forist clearing, the sounds of wind though the trees set tenchions on end. Irick shifted his blade, the sliver-blue steel of his wepon glending its deadly warning behind him in his gard. The opponet kept his own blade infrount of him, the steel of the blade snearing its moon lit briliance at Irick's eyes. the second man atacked first, thrusting though the air, the blade mirroring its surroundings, in a split sedond the two blades colided and the world seemed to stand still. the reflection of the two fighters and of the woods around them shone off the two steel blades, Irick pushed away from the pin, jumping back into a tree trunk, planting his feet firmly aginst the bark and leaped back at his foe, his blade leading in a fatal ark of silver moonlight. his opponet jumped back to avoid the blow as Irick landed, quickly shifting his waight to his frount foot. Irick stepped though into another strike, his blade wisteling though the air. the time of contact was to small to notice, his foe had a split second impretion of pain as the cold steal ripped though his back, then it was gone as the edge of the blade found his spinal cord and severed it. Irick twisted his blade hard, a sickening cracking noise reverberated thoughout the wood.

After he was sure life had left his foe he withdrew his blade, blood accumulating in stringy droplets on his blade. He flicked the blood off with a quick j shaped flick of his wrist, the blood flying into a nearby tree, painting a testement to the warior who fell.

Irick bowed to his fallen adversary, then sheathed his blade, looking about for any friends of the fallen that might try to advenge his death. Finding no threat he walked away into the shadows, leaving the boddy and its slowly running marker on the trees.

Title: Re: the story of an enki name Irick
Post by: Irick on May 13, 2007, 07:35:07 am

Irick looked out from his study window and stood up from his meditation, it was all said and done. The papers regarding his purchase of the property had been filed and the tria had been payed. His gaze strayed to Hahro, who was running forms in the courtyard by a tree. Hahro has just recently passed his fourth rank test, and had been presented with his weapon, and he was eager to test it's blade. but as form dictates, (well, more superstition then form) he must wait a month before the blade sees the crystal's light.

Irick snapped out from his contemplative mind let and looked at the symbol that adorned the top of his study's door. The trees falling, superimposed on a flowing mass of steel. The symbol of the head-instructor of the Bujini-kyuuryuu-toutou-ryu, the combined form of the rising-claw clan's warrior arts and the sword style that was thrust upon Irick as a kitt.

He ran his claws down one of the beams that ran through the walls and walked outside, and into the main training rooms. His eyes inspected the racks of wooden practice weapons hanging on the dark wood racks on the wall, waiting for eager hands to wield them, the polished wooden floors, waiting for learning souls to reflect in their lacquered finish, the white washed walls, waiting for the inevitable dent and scarring that comes with weapons practice. The whole building, waiting hopefully for students to train inside of it, and the Head-Instructor, a menki of only 19 years, waiting for eager minds to share his knowledge with. He kneeled down into a  seated position and began to meditate, a scroll on the wall reading :

"Those who train here wish to grow strong.
those who train here wish for new knowledge.
those who train here will discover the shadows of their swords, and the shadows themselfs."
- the creed of the Kyuutosi, the masters of Bujini-kyuuryuu-toutou-ryu.