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.
