the story of an enki name Irick

[Irick]

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]

[Irick]

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..."

[Irick]

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.

[Irick]

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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[Irick]

[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.

[Ukaring]

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

[Irick]

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

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)

[Irick]

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.

[Irick]

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.

[Irick]

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.

[Irick]

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."

[Irick]

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.

[Irick]

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.

[Irick]

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.