Bjorn's Journal

[Bjorn]

Hello, everyone. For the next little while I will be posting a piece of writing about my planeshift character; Eitri. Feel free to comment on this writing at any time. Here\'s the first one:

              Eitri\'s Journal - Entry l: Prologue
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  Hello there, young one. My name is Eitri. Eitri the Brave. How
Did I get such a title? Oh, why... sure, I\'ll tell you!
    A beautiful dwarven woman borne me quite a while back. Fourty
four years ago, I believe. She described me as a smart boy; for a petty
dwarf, that is. My mother was widdowed seven years after my birth. I was
orphined, and stayed on a farm run by Dwarven peasants \'till I was
around sixteen.
    I hated my life. So I ran away looking for \"fame and fortune\".
I feel quite silly now for doing so now. I had a burden-free life, and I
cannot say the same now. I had traveled the Norselands, the barren Egyptian
deserts, the grassy plains of Greece. I had met many challenges, all of
which I either ignored, or defeated; one of my greatest was the tyrant
king of Queslar, and his rebellious empire. I had learned much from my travels,
and I even discovered new things that modernized Yliakum greatly; namely
the Arcanioke (pronounced Ar-can-ee-oh-kee) mixture, the remedy that
cannot be penetrated by dragon-fire.
 I had faced the great Ralagad, the dreaded dragon from the west.
I had come face to face with the ugly face that is danger, slugging it
aggressively with my fists. I had raided many tombs, many sanctuaries,
and obtained many treasures. But I was burdened; everything I loved was
either plagued with an incurable illness, or dragged down to the fiery
depths of hell by some evil presence. I could not do anything about this; it
was an everlasting curse; it was unbreakable.
  So, I HAD obtained a great title, was feared by all, defeated
even my greatest foes, traveled Yliakum several times over and obtained
great riches, but what is all that without friends? I was forced to hate
all because if I showed even the slightest likliness in anyone, they would
face an inevitable doom.
  Now run my child. Run as fast as you can, away from this place; for I
have shown affection towards you, and they will come, and drag you down where
all the rest of them rest, awaiting their doom. GO! GO! Don\'t look back!
   I sit in my wooden rocking chair, gazing into nothing but an empty
black void. Fire crackling. Thunder clapping. I look down; a small hint of
rum had been spilled on my nightgown.

[Bjorn]

Eitri\'s Journal - Entry ll: Awaken
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I had arrived at the Death Realm on December 28th. It was more horrible than I had
imagined; lost souls chained hand and leg to the damp wall, wailing in
insanity. Dark hooded figures stalked me for quite a while. Twisted, mutated beats
on all fours crawling around. Old tramps skinny as a rake, meandering in any
old direction they wished. I felt pity for them. You might ask what I was
doing in that dreaded place. Well, I had come to redeem myself; all the decent
folk I had sent there, I was going to free forever. I had come to rid the world of
this malicious underground prison. I didn\'t know how, but I would do it.
 I carefully walked around, looking for any familliar faces. A familliar
face indeed, lurked out of the shadows, creeping around on the ground... Death.
This mysterious shroud of evil lurked around every nook and cranny imaginable.
From that dark corner over there, to the small hole over there. Death was unavoidable.
I stompped on the black cloud in disgust, and continued on my way.
    \"Eitri\"! Oh my, I thought I heard someone -or someTHING call my name.
\"Eitri!\" There it was again! I felt an old hand on my shoulder. Whizzing around, I
almost knocked the poor thing of its feet! Then I realised; it was my mother.
So she turned up here after all... But she wasn\'t the same mother I remembered.
Old and shrivelled, frail and weak. She was no longer beautiful; very, very pale skin,
long white hair. I had no time for a reunion. I hastily asked her where I could find
the central pillar; a long pillar spiralling out of the center of hell, keeping the
roof from collapsing. She pointed North, and walked slowly away to her hiding spot.
  I trusted my mother, even if she was demonized from long years of isolation.
Bones crumbled beneath my feet as I marched quickly Northward. Sure enough, there was
a long pillar emitting from the \"ground\". I examined it. Then, striked it with quick
procession. A large crack was made. Another hit... Down it came. Damn! How idiotic!
I had no time to escape! I covered my eyes and waited...
  I awoke in a large green field with mother looking over me. She had almost
disintegrated by the light of day. I knew then mother had saved me. She gave me a
struggled kiss on the cheek, and disappeared -somehow-into the depths. But I also
realised something else then; I had released the melevolent demons upon the world!
The sky suddenly turned black, and cries of death echoed in the now-night sky.
I sobbed, for I had released an evil mankind had never met, and was definately not
prpared to face; Satan. King of the underworld.