| ![[poll]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/poll_icon.gif) Poll | Poll Question: Hey, Raven your stuff...
| Poll Options:
| | You must be logged in to vote in this poll. |
| | SUCKS! |   ![]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/poll_right.gif) (0 votes, 0%) | | isn't very good. | (0 votes, 0%) | | is ok. | (1 vote, 25%) | | is good. | (2 votes, 50%) | | IS AWSOME! (me: Now you're just lieing...) | (0 votes, 0%) | | uhh...couldn't decide (me: Why'd you even vote?) | (1 vote, 25%) | | uhh...this poll is stupid.(me: **** you then) | (0 votes, 0%) |
Poll Totals:
| | Total Votes: 4
Total Voters: 3 |
|
|  Author | Topic: My stuff... (Read 292 times) |
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
![[avatar]](http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e201/shadowaurax/m_896e570957a2f990a3f1fb44e24aaa5e.jpg)
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
![[msn]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/msn.gif) ![[aim]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/aim.gif)
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
|  | My stuff...
« Thread Started on Dec 20, 2007, 10:54pm » | |
This is my Deviantart account, if you feel like looking out of bordom.
http://ravenx-swornguard.deviantart.com/
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #1 on Dec 21, 2007, 12:06am » | |
Here's a sort of riddle thing...
It never moves, but it can fly.
It is just perspective, yet is the truth by which we live and die.
It produces light but shows nothing true,
And shows never itself to me or you
[spoiler]Time[/spoiler]
Apparently the spioler thing does nothing so...just quote to see.
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #2 on Feb 7, 2008, 12:09am » | |
March fourth toward decay
With the dawn of each day,
With corperations hiding all that they've done!
Children can no longer play
The innocent oldfasioned way.
Or they'll fry their skin under bright morning sun!
The final straw on nature's back
Was when the government lauched the nuklear attack,
When we doomed the world to open their eyes
And see that God wasn't all that would set their date of demise.
Power to the people's what we're meant to believe,
But a two party power has all the aces up sleeve.
How much does the Earth have to cry
Before we finally realize it's not all that will die?
When our run for power is finally done,
Will the world still exist to see morning sun?
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #3 on Feb 11, 2008, 11:17am » | |
In the land of shadow
We hide from noone.
There is no sorrow,
There is no sun.
Feel neither joyousness nor despair,
Our spirits aren't bound, nor fly through the air.
We will last 'till end of time
Trying to solve an unknowm rhyme,
What is true the meaning of life?
Will we find inner peace or accept all the strife?
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #4 on Feb 19, 2008, 10:44am » | |
...
Wherein does true reality lie?
Be it what we feel in our hearts or see with our eyes?
...
And though these flames may burn my skin
I remain ever cold, no warmth goes within
...
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #5 on May 1, 2008, 7:45pm » | |
I've finished my first story and would like some cover work done. The story is the first of what I hope to be a series. So far I just have the series name and book title:
Passage of the Worlds:
Shrine of the Lunae
but I need artwork.
I was thinking something like a silhouette of the main character on a large hanging gong for the front and a bluish tinted liquid-metal looking necklace pendant (about the size of a half dollar in propotions) for the back.
If anyone is willing to take the task, I'd be glad to further discuss it over IM, e-mail, or PM.
On a different note, I'm starting the second story, currently being called Freedom By Death
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #6 on May 9, 2008, 11:41pm » | |
Ok, so, here's some of the text, crapped down so it is readable, without downloading a file...
Off to a Rough Start
A car pulls up close to the edge of a wooded area and two figures step out, one of them is carrying a small bundle, which, despite the cool air of this dark night, stirs only slightly. Some weeping is heard from one of the large figures, nearly invisible in the dim moonlight. The two beings of the night enter the forest with the quiet package reemerging an hour later with nothing but thoughts, which they would soon put behind them.
~
Karreth was a young woman who had just left home. She was smallish, with light brown hair, nothing much about her appearance was spectacular outwardly, but she was pretty, and her eyes were of a hazed green color that shone like morning dew on grass struck by sunlight. Until very recent times, she had been living with her parents and was from a well-to-do family, but she didn’t really like to live such a pampered lifestyle and had decided it was time to go off into the world herself. She was a bit of a nature lover and to match this trait of hers, she purchased a small wooden house on the edge of a forest. For convenience she had chosen the closest house to the main city, Emorrphia, as was possible. General society lived in fear of the wood’s edge and made it easy to find a home there for those willing to live at a constant risk. All this hadn’t bothered Karreth, the probability of anything actually happening was slim, even on the edge, and was still statistically safer than the deeper areas of the city at night.
Karreth often went deep into the forest to look for wild berries, mushrooms, and herbs to make soups and pie. She also enjoyed drawing things in nature, though she wasn’t much of an artist. Today was going to be a cooking day and Karreth awoke smiling as she looked up and out her window before turning off her alarm clock. It was still dark out, which was just how she wanted it. She quickly dressed, gathered her bucket and bag, and headed out into the still dark woods.
Karreth moved in a fast walk, the berries she wanted were a little distance away and she wanted them to still be moist when she arrived, but the woods weren’t something to run carelessly through. She followed a path based on natural and a few self-placed markers. She arrived at her special spot as the sun had just risen above the horizon. The berries glistened in the light rays and she went right into picking them, humming a Ravikian-pop tune.
Finishing within an hour or so with the berries, Karreth began walking back home. She would collect mushrooms or herbs, or both on the way to replenish her supply at home. The store bought ones just weren’t the same. Before she got very far or very much, she heard an odd sound. It seemed something else was in the forest leaves. She continued to walk on, but kept looking around. The noise had become slightly louder and was soon followed by the snap of a branch. After a short silence after the snap, Karreth heard a grunt of some sort and curiosity overcame her caution. She walked slowly toward where she thought the sound came from and soon noticed a small figure muddling through the forest, a child it seemed.
Picking up her pace, she yelled out, “Hey, are you ok?”
To which, the child paused and turned its head, but she seemed to be behind him. The figure didn’t notice her presence and so walked on.
She went down a small slope to get to him, nearly spilling her berries, noting further that the child seemed to be a boy, and was in rough shape. His pants were clearly torn and there were leaves among other debris in his hair. Again she attempted to speak with the boy, “Hiya, I’m Karreth, what are you doing all the way out here?”
The boy stopped and looked slowly up at her in a half-dazed stare, but said nothing. From this close, Karreth could see he had two things on his head that looked like fuzzy triangles and she wanted to touch them, but thought it better to find out the boy’s situation first.
Crouching to the boy’s height and eyelevel she gave him a warm friendly smile and asked, “Can you talk or have you lost your speech?”
The boy finally, though simply stated, “I can talk.”
“So, how’d you end up out here?”
The boy looked down, “I don’t know.”
He started to sob quietly and without trying to push him into saying more, she took his hand.
“Come on, I’ll take care of you.”
She tugged at his arm a little and he put up no effort against following her.
They arrived back at Karreth’s house a little while later where she called the police to ask if anyone had reported a missing child. “Oh, hahaha, you’re kidding right?” the voice from over the phone cackled.
“No, I found a boy in the woods, he was in rough shape.” Karreth snapped back.
“Oh you’re serious? Listen lady, kids don’t just go missin’ these days, they’re either runaways or the parents couldn’t take ‘em anymore. Personally, I couldn’t care less, makes my job a hell of a lot easier.” The officer said with laughter in his voice as he hung up.
Karreth looked down at the phone, now blaring the dial tone, in disbelief. She hung it up and was filled with a mix of anger and a sickening feeling in her stomach for the condition that society seemed to be in. It was that moment she decided for certain she would take up the role of the boy’s parent.
She walked back to the boy and smiled, “Ready for a bath?”
~
The boy didn’t say much during the bath, but while she was drying his hair, thick, black and nearly shoulder length, she noticed some odd shaped things on his head. They looked something like cat or dog-ears, but when she flicked them, they just wobbled a bit and the boy didn’t say anything. Then when she was starting to finish up the job with the hair drier, he said it was too loud, the dog-ear things twitched and he pushed the drier away, but not before she’d blown his hair around enough to notice he didn’t even have normal ears!
Following the bath Karreth gave the boy a shirt to wear around while his clothes finished washing and started to make her pies. The boy remained in the kitchen with her, while she was setting everything up, watching her every motion. She turned to him, smiling, and asked, “So, you ready to tell me your name?”
“Rroki,” the boy said.
“Ok, that’s what I’ll call you then.”
~
As time went on Karreth ended up calling the boy Tundion instead of Rroki, because her thought was that if he were meant to be different, then he shouldn’t have to follow the planet’s naming rule either; being that all names of those born on the planet were required to have the double r. She taught Tundion everything she could and cared for him almost like an older sister, though it wasn’t until nearly three years following the discovery of the boy, that she decided to tells her parents about him. The first test of how others might treat him.
Aside from his ears, in the beginning, Karreth’s parents quickly grew used to Tundion. Soon he was treated like family without another thought from them of his being anything but such. At a slightly later date, Karreth attempted to take Tundion to the market, but they no sooner stepped out of her car then people began to stare at him. Not just curious stares, but with eyes filled with an unprovoked hatred. Karreth picked up on this soon though and hurried Tundion, who had been staring up at the tall surrounding buildings, back into the car. As they began to drive away a thrown bottle burst against the side of the vehicle. Tundion looked back and saw the angry faces of a crowd of strangers. Neither of them talked on the way back, and though Karreth never told Tundion outright why they left, he knew, and would always remember why, every time he looked in the mirror.
Karreth never did try to take him to the market again, but it was just as well. Tundion never asked to go back and was quite content to roam about the woods, but never too far that Karreth couldn’t call him back. Karreth taught him everything she could when she wasn’t on an outing or at work. When she was gone, she would give him random tasks to do around the house and if he finished before she returned he would go into the forest and try catching small animals. He often succeeded too. Tundion could run though the forest nearly as fast as any other creature living there, and his quickness wasn’t limited to the woods, he picked up academic knowledge quickly as well.
~
Four years passed away since the market incident and with them they took Karreth’s parents. She was an only child, by record, and inherited a small fortune, but she had no desire for the life of glamour and riches and so she donated much of the money to the area’s only orphanage. The few things of value she kept in the house was some of her mother’s jewelry, a little bit of cash in a box, and a gold ball containing pictures of her parents, her and Tundion. There was even a picture with everyone in a group. Tundion had learned everything Karreth could teach him and the two spent allot of time exploring the woods. Karreth started to have a relations ship with somebody, but wouldn’t bring him to the house, so Tundion never knew who it was.
One afternoon, Karreth had sent Tundion to look for mushrooms while she was making pies. After about half an hour, as she was cutting up carrots in preparation for her soup, she heard the side door to the house open and smiled.
“Hey, that was fast, did you find a new place you’re not telling me about?” she said suppressing a laugh, but the only answer she got was the door closing.
“Lirrem, is that you?” she asked no longer smiling. This time her only answer was silence. She stood up knife in hand and started toward the living room. As she rounded the corner to the doorway, she almost ran into a strange man with a gun. Both were temporarily startled, but Karreth recovered first and managed to jam the knife into the man before he could raise his gun. He fell, but she kept hold of her bloody weapon. A second man appeared from the hall way across the room and being more prepared than his former partner shot Karreth on sight in the stomach and shoulder. She collapsed against the doorway bleeding profusely.
Satisfied, the remaining man rummaged quickly though the house and came upon the box Karreth had stored the money in. He took it and left both Karreth and his partner as they were.
Tundion returned to the house twenty minutes later, and was welcomed by the smell of pies burning in the oven. “Kar?” he yelled as he entered the house, but the yelled wasn’t necessary. Within no more than a few seconds he’d come upon Karreth, in the kitchen propped up in a sitting position against the cabinets. Terrified, Tundion dropped the mushrooms and went over to her in tears. She had her wounds roughly covered by a towel, but blood was already soaking through. She smiled slightly at the boy and held him close in her arms, weakly, she spoke to him, “Don’t cry for too long, I wanted to find a place where you would be accepted as you are…” She took a few deep breaths, the last she would ever take, and finished, “Do that for me ok? There are good people somewhere…” Karreth’s voice trailed off as she faded finally out of the world.
With nothing else to bind him to the house, Tundion sadly set out to fulfill her request. Taking the golden ball, a small bag, and her jewelry, he left the small house to begin his search for his own place in the world.
____________________________________________________
Misfortune’s Fortune
“It’s always the same,” he said to himself as he ran from the police, yet again.
Karreth had been murdered just over three years ago and life had done nothing, but force him into thievery for mere survival. He leapt over a fence allowing him to put some space between himself and the police force, more specifically their robots. Even if the delay were not more than a moment or two for them, it would be enough to gain a significant lead.
Tundion was seventeen years old now, and until just moments ago, he had been renting an apartment from an elderly landlord. The old man wasn’t exactly kind, but as long as Tundion paid the rent on time, the man left him alone. It was the old man who had tipped him off of the coming police. Before leaving the building, Tundion left two months worth of rent in the old man’s door, but as usual, he was on the run again.
By chance and mild bribery, Tundion had managed to find a smith to forge a weapon for him. The smith had been working on the piece for nearly two weeks and it seemed like it was time to check in again, especially since he had no place to go at the moment and had now long since lost the police. The smith lived and worked in the main city, Emorrphia.
The city was full of dangerous places and people for the common civilian, but even these threats, save a few ill informed crooks, left him alone. Intimidation was a friend, but at the same time, this fear was the source of his sorrow.
The smith had just finished the final steps in treating the blade the day before and was polishing it as Tundion burst through the front door.
“Hey, is it done yet?” Tundion asked eagerly.
“Yea, yea, it’s basically done, just give me a few minutes while I finish with the polish. You realize how much trouble I could be in if I was caught dealing with you?”
Tundion sat down and counted out the remaining payment. Tundion being strange didn’t scare the smith, but he was certainly a man of business, and he used the fact that other people did mind to his advantage. The smith, however, was very good at his job. The cost came out to 6800nak for the sword and sheath, expensive, even though it was made with the strongest materials in the known galaxy. Tundion paid the smith and left, there was nothing good that could possibly come of loitering anywhere in this part of the city.
It began to rain a little casting the city into a slight dullness. As Tundion exited the smith’s shop, he passed a mirrored window, and looked at himself. It was a hard reminder to him that he was without doubt strange in this place and so it would always be. He took the golden ball from its place in his pocket and looked at the pictures it contained. There was one of Karreth, a younger version of himself, and her parents. As his eyes passed over Karreth’s picture, he remembered her last words, put the ball away and began to walk through the main city, knowing full well it wouldn’t be different to look for acceptance now than any other time, but it wasn’t for that. In this little time, he could do what the normal people would do on any given day in good weather.
In a way, Tundion liked the rain, partially because the majority of people went indoors, but for the most part, it was because forests took on an entirely new splendor.
As he neared the city limits, the rain was starting to let up. Tundion looked skyward for a moment and walked into a bench where a weary traffic officer sat. He stumbled, but aught himself. The officer looked over, “Are you alright bo…” before he finished his sentence, his voice trailed off as he caught sight of Tundion’s ears.
“Yea, I’m ok,” Tundion said absently, as he brushed at the spot on his leg that hit the bench side.
The officer reached for his gun and pointed it at Tundion, “I don’t know what you are, but you’d best just give up or you’re gonna get hurt!” The officer was trying to sound authoritative, but his voice was wavering. Any sense of surprise or fear his face didn’t give away was certainly betrayed by his vocals.
Slowly, Tundion looked at the man’s face. “Come on, we don’t really have to go through this. We can both just walk away and make it like nothing happened. I was leaving anyway,” he said hoping the officer would do the off chance thing and just let it go, but his miniscule hope was shot down as he noticed the officer’s expressions suddenly change.
The man had activated a silent signal on his radio requesting back up. “Keep your hands where I can see ‘em freak!” he yelled, with a new found calm and confidence knowing he’d soon have support, but Tundion didn’t have such peace of mind to take an insult at this moment.
With uncanny speed, Tundion kicked the gun from the man’s hands and drew his blade. “It’s people like you that have made my life hell,” he spat at the officer raising his sword above his head. He brought the blade down, flipping it over, upon the officer’s head, leaving him unconscious, but before he could make his way discretely out, the man back up came.
“Get on the ground!” a voice yelled from an amplifier.
Not a chance, Tundion thought as he sprinted toward a line of police. The unsuspecting officers hardly had time to move out of the way before he rushed past them into an alley. Continuing to run, Tundion soon came to the suburbs. They’ll have sent out the bots by now, he thought.
The bots, as they were called, were robots, automated patrols that were far superior to the human force. They were faster, impartial, and much more accurate shots, their one and only set back was in that they were set assigned to certain areas. These patrols were one of the reasons he’d decided to get the sword.
Tundion ran for the next row of buildings and upon nearing the corner of the other side of the building, he saw one of the bots out of the corner of his eye. He sprinted toward the other side of the street watching the robot all the while. As he neared his goal, the bot fired and three shots whizzed by his head. Using the building as cover, Tundion readied himself for close combat with the machine. He peaked out to confirm its position and narrowly escaped the path of another round. Leaning against the building side, he waited, and started counting the time until the bot would be close enough to strike at, but as he turned to relax a moment, he saw a brilliant blue light flying toward him. He jumped to the side, dodging it easily, and the light ran into the building side with a strange buzz, leaving a char mark on the wall.
Tundion looked to the direction of the shot from which the light had come, and saw an odd humanoid thing approaching fast. The thing fired again and he leapt to the other side, again dodging the shot, but he’d over jumped and ended up in the open again. Before he could ponder what sort of weaponry this new enemy had, the bot grabbed him. His left arm was clasped in the cold grip of the patrol unit, but as Tundion soon found out, his blade was of far superior craftsmanship. The blade cut through the quarter-inch armor of the patrol with ease and the bot was soon no more than scrap.
I don’t have much time before more of them show up, Tundion thought as he whipped around to face the new opponent, but what he saw was far from anything he’d expected. Though he still assumed it to be a machine of the police, it was vastly different from the bot he’d just destroyed. The figure, now just a few meters away, wielded weaponry that was completely unknown to him. The being before him was light blue in color, but had a metallic looks that even in the fading sunlight made it seem to give off a glare. It had outlines like a physically fit person on its arms and legs, but not in such a way that it popped out. He stood, ready for the humanoid creature to fire upon him again, but it didn’t shoot. Instead the mechanical-looking spectacle put the gun away and drew from its side a metal cylinder. For only a moment was Tundion confused by this, but the being activated the cylinder and from it came a blade of brilliant yellow light. The fluid and flawless motions of the weapon switch made Tundion realize this being was no robot.
As if to confirm Tundion’s realization, the humanoid shape’s head quickly melted away into itself, revealing a young woman’s face.
“Tundion,” she said coldly and with confidence, “I’d hoped to face you alone.”
“How…” Tundion began, but was cut off.
“You may be surprised what even city scum can suddenly remember when they fear for their lives.”
She paused and Tundion stood tensed, but listening and all the while wondering what it was all for. Then she went on, “Seeing as you’ll be dead within a few moments anyway, you might as well know your executioner so you and the others can discuss something in death. I’m Sarient of the Othea star system. You have had the great misfortune to be chosen as my next paycheck, but I hope you offer a little more excitement than the last one.” As she spoke, the headpiece came back into place and a deeper, somewhat mechanical voice came from it, “Get ready,” it said.
Finished speaking the shining blue suit rushed toward him and nearly landed a fatal blow. The heat of the blade singed Tundion’s hair as he ducked under the attack, but the blade was no sooner past his head then he was kneed in the jaw, causing him to stumble back against the building. Sarient brought her blade down to strike a finishing blow, but Tundion blocked with his sword and kicked her back, only managing to put a few feet between them, but by the time Sarient had regained her footing, Tundion had risen and readied for another assault.
“You’re well prepared I see,” the mechanical voice said the two exchanged attacks for a while, each landing only a punch, kick, or knee at any given time, but after a few minutes of this, other patrol units began to show up. They fired upon Tundion with no regard for Sarient and the two ducked behind the buildings.
“Fools,” the helmet voice said, “I warned them not to get involved when I was present.”
She put the sword away again and drew the gun shooting the nearest unit. Then she turned to Tundion.
“Well, run away. I’ll kill you later,” she said as if it was obvious, then she returned her attention to the oncoming patrol units.
~
Tundion complied with her words and ran, unwilling to do any more fighting for the time being, out of the city and into the forest. For more than five minutes of losing sight of the forest edge he ran, but then determining that he’d gone far enough that no body could have followed, he began to walk. The forest felt welcoming and peaceful, sparkling by the recent rain. Tundion continued to walk though this escape from the world, and after a time, he came upon a strange lake area. The surface of the lake was still and reflected the image of the sky on the translucent, mirrored surface. Fish were visible within this sky and seemed to swim amongst the clouds in a true blue ocean. The tranquility of the lake was not what was odd though. The lake was overlooked by a high rock face, in its center was a perfectly round island with a spire on it, and Bright pink tree stood in the otherwise cleared surrounding area with pink petals beneath it, seemingly making the area a circular safe zone amidst the twigs and rotting brown leaves of the surrounding forest. This place was too precise in its set up, surely it couldn’t be natural, but by the width of the trunk of the pink tree, a full size and a half at least of the next largest in the area, it seemed to outdate the woodlands surrounding it.
Suddenly something caught Tundion’s eye, it was something from the rock face near the lake. Pulling himself away from the marvel of the tree and landscaping, he went over to the rock face where he saw the glint. On the stonewall, in what seemed like golden paint there were odd symbols, but as he looked over them, a phase came to his mind that something told him was what the symbols meant. First, he disregarded the thought as idiotic, but when again his eyes passed over the symbols the phase came to mind.
Press upon the rock of green to reveal that which isn’t seen.
There was nothing else, no direction to go, nothing further to decipher, and to sign as to what rock it could be referring to. Certainly there were no rocks lying about, but the rock face was divided into many sections, so he thought it might be a good place to start.
For nearly two hours, Tundion scanned over the wall of rock, at times climbing up what could be climbed for a different perspective. Puzzled and tired, Tundion gave up on the message he thought he knew and decided upon resting beneath the pink petalled tree.
Tundion looked out upon the lake, which was now cast into beautiful light reds, pinks and oranges because of the setting sun. The fish were visible only in flashes of silver from this position and made the liquid sky shimmer. Just one thing seemed to disturb the peace of this place slightly, a singular brown stone spire that stood in the center of the lake on a small island. This minor imperfection was soon forgotten though because a cool breeze was sailing across the water and with it carried a scent of flowers. The peace and comfort of the clearing soon let Tundion into a relaxing slumber.
~
Tundion awoke feeling refreshed. The sky was clear and judging from the sun it was about 8:00. Despite meaning to get started on searching for a new living space, the stone sire in the lake was far too intriguing to let alone without closer examination. Stripping off all but his under garments, Tundion swam out to the spire. The formation was certainly unnatural, but Tundion could be no means comprehend why it was placed in the lake center at all. It seemed to have no relation to the sun as a clock, and it was facing straight up with no significant markings on it. The spire was a well-smoothed cone, only showing a few water trails from obvious years of weathering. He examined the spire as carefully as he had the rock face the previous day, but the only things on the stone were the water trails.
As the sun moved higher in the sky, Tundion decided it was time to forfeit the examination and get back to town. He began to stand up, but as he started something glared in his eye. He ducked down again quickly, raised his hand up to where he thought his head was, and noticed a greenish tint upon it. This tint was just about the width of his open hand and seemed to be moving down somewhere above and behind his part of the spire. Moving around, Tundion saw a green light moving down the tip of the spire. He put his hand over the spot, but now the rock itself seemed to be the source of the light. The light began to make a crawl down the rock until it cam to about the middle of the top half of the spire. The light paused and began to spread. Soon the side of the spire appeared to have a glowing green, handprint upon it. Tundion stared at the print for a moment then thought about the phrase from the day prior, “And press upon the rock of green,” he said as he placed his hand in line with the mark and pushed.
The spire sunk downward suddenly leaving only the tip showing from the freshly made indentation. Tundion looked into the hole and kicked a small rock over the edge.
“So much for revealing,” he said and he stood ready to dive into the lake to return to shore, but a large tremor shook the little island, causing him to loose his balance and fall unwillingly into the water. When he resurfaced and made his way back onto the island, he looked around and saw a path of stepping-stones had appeared leading toward the rock face, as well as what seemed to be a well cut out doorway in the cliff side itself. Curiosity called him and again looking for a new place in town would have to wait. Tundion took the stepping-stones back to his things to dry off a bit before he put his clothes on again.
Redressed, Tundion approached the opening and unsheathed his sword. Looking into the opening he saw it was just a short stairway downward, but it turned off to the left. He walked down the stairs slowly and quietly as possible and tried to check around the corner, but there was nothing to be seen. It was a short hallway, but it was impossible to know if anything was in it because in contrast with the entrance it seemed pitch black. The only thing that gave it away as a hall of some sort was because a faint light came from farther down the passage in a squared shape. Tundion approached the lighted doorway cautiously, but as he checked around the corner, he nearly dropped his sword. The room before him was large tan and red and trimmed in gold. Sheathing his sword he stepped into the room.
Six large, red, gold ringed pillars appeared to support the ceiling, highly ornate jars and vases lined the shelves around the room, and many candle placements were built into the wall and most of them had ornamental-looking weapon mounts hanging above them. The only lighting for the place appeared to be a large sun pattern on the ceiling. There was also a large gong in the back of the place, right in the middle of the wall. Tundion walked over and hit it with a large mallet that was hanging off the side of it and looked around the room again.
“I think I’ve found my home,” Tundion said to the empty room. Then, looking at the stone floor, he added, “just needs a bed.” Turning to the doorway, he ran out and left the place for the time being.
____________________________________________________
Friend or Foe?
Tundion took his time heading back toward the suburbs of Emorrphia. It wasn’t because he didn’t need to get back quickly, but because he was marking trees in inconspicuous places. This was meant as a trail marker for himself alone to find his way back to the clearing. He reached the suburbs a little after midday and came to a small store. He’d been to the store before and knew the owners would do business with him, though they did require him to knock on the back door to get in.
The couple that now owned the shop was in their thirties. The woman’s parents had owned the shop before they passed away and she was familiar with Tundion. The man too had become familiar with Tundion’s presence, but he was far from being talkative.
Tundion knocked on the door and was greeted by the woman’s familiar face.
“Hi, it’s been a while,” she said, “Come on in!”
“Thanks Syrrel,” Tundion responded as he walked through the door. Then he spotted the man near a supply shelf.
“How’s business Mirrth?” he asked, not expecting much.
“Little slow so far,” Mirrth responded, never stopping in his work.
Typical Mirrth, Tundion thought. That sentence, or something highly similar, had been the extent of a majority of their conversations. He turned back to Syrrel, “I’ll try to be quick, I don’t want to get you into…”
“Ah shaddap,” Syrrel said playfully, “You’ve been coming in here with that same line for the last three years. How many times do I have to say ‘don’t worry about it’ before you actually stop worrying about it?” She flicked his ear and walked toward the doorway to the main store, “Will it be the usual?” she asked taking a bag off the shelf near the doorway.
“Yes, mostly, but I’d also like a few blankets and some sort of cushioning,” Tundion said standing off the side of the shop entrance.
“What?” she said poking her head back through the doorway, “If you need a bed, just get a sleeping bag.”
“Ah, yea that sounds good.”
“I guess you’ll need a pack too,” she said walking out the door. When she was just a couple steps through Tundion herd her say, “Ah, got it!” He was a bit confused at this and looked at Mirrth for a sign, but he was still at his work. Syrrel appeared again a few moments later with a full backpack.
“Comes out to eighty four and seven parts,” she said upon her re-arrival.
Tundion handed her his remaining 113 nak, “Thanks again Syrrel, take care.”
He started for the door, then said, “Bye Mirrth.”
“Bye,” Mirrth said somewhat monotonously, then he added, “and be careful, there’s a bounty on you and it seem to be attracting quite some attention.
“Thanks, don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” that said, he left.
Having not eaten for nearly a full day, Tundion opened the pack to look for a cereal bar, part of his usual food package. He found the one he wanted, but in rummaging though the food in the pack, he found he’d revealed a small fabric edge.
What in the world? he thought as he pulled on it. Then, yanking it out of the bag, he found the fabric was a rolled up, hooded cloak. A note was attached and read:
Non-Returnable!
Tundion smiled and put the cloak on. It covered nearly past his shins and hid the sword well. The hood, worn loosely, came to about his forehead, but could be pulled down to cover about half his face. He would still stick out in comparison to the majority of people with the cloak, but he wouldn’t be the only one wearing such an item and was much more likely to be regarded as a petty crook, of whom the police would do little about unless the thief was caught in the act by their own eyes.
After walking for nearly an hour, Tundion came to the city yet again. The streets were busy with vehicles and people. There were some who stared as Tundion walked by, but most people seemed to be intentionally avoiding and ignoring him. The cloak, it seemed, was still negative attention, but even though people looking for him were near, they never knew how close they were to their target.
Tundion looked down and saw a flier on the ground and read it:
Prove your worth!
Fight against the best in
RING RAGE!
Today: 5:00
He was about to put the flier down, but then he saw the small print toward the bottom of the page: 7000nak first prize.
He needed the money, but in the small print at the bottom of the flier, it said: 350nak entry fee.
“Shoot,” he said to himself, looking at a passerby’s watch, “that only gives me three hours.” Quickly he set off to the slums to collect the entry fee cost.
~
Having basically lived in the Emorrphian slums for nearly three years, he knew where he could get some fast cash, though, not without risk. In the underground system it was called the Greens District, due to being the sales place of herbs and other strange plants that changed how people acted. Once, Tundion had tried some of these plants, but having ended up with no memory of what happened and being cut up and bruised in an alley, he resolved not to attempt their use again. Others, however, seemed to enjoy the plant effects and have much more enlightening experiences than his because these people paid large sums for small amounts. The Greens District was fairly empty, but Tundion happened to catch a salesman finishing an interaction with some customers and approached him.
^
The salesman was young, maybe mid 20s, but this was his life for many years. He knew the business like his parents and other family before him did. His interactions bought him good favors with police and city officials along with the general population, but he knew there were dangers as well, and was prepared. He saw his next customer approaching, a hooded figure, probably someone trying to protect their reputation. “Hey there friend,” he said to greet the newcomer, “I’ve got the purest flowers around, new shipment just came in from Prreen.”
^
Tundion looked at the man from beneath his hood. “I’m not looking for a fix,” he said, “However, I do have business with you. Hand over your money.”
“I don’t take those orders from customers,” the man said stepping back and he pulled a gun out from his jacket, but no sooner had he done so, then Tundion had drawn his sword and cut the gun in half, leaving the blade point to hover around the man’s heart.
“There’s no option in this, hand over what you have.”
“I don’t have anything, really!”
“Alright,” Tundion said lowering the blade and turning around slowly as if to walk away, but then he spun around and brought the handle end down on the man’s head, knocking him out cold. Reaching into the man’s pockets he found a total 441 nak, 27 parts and left to find the competition.
~
Tundion found the competition site though the generous insight of a few passers by at blade point. By what he’d gathered, the competition was an underground activity and he could expect not to be bothered by and police or other government personnel. Within 15 minutes, Tundion had found his way to the building the fights were to take place. The building appeared to be a simple rundown row home and couldn’t logically house an arena if it was. Despite his doubts, people were continually entering the place, so he pulled his hood down and entered with several other people.
The interior of the building was well disguised by the outside. The arena was one large room, with stands set up around a central ring. The entire of at least seven homes width and two lengths must have made the space for the arena.
He walked over to the booth near the entrance and a gruff-looking man behind wired glass asked him what fee he would be paying. Tundion stated he wanted to enter the fights and handed the man the 350nak fee, entering under the name ShadowBlade. The man looked at him oddly after stating his registered name, but proceeded to tell him the rules of the competition and the way to the waiting room. As Tundion turned to go to the waiting area the man in the booth yelled to him, “You planning on carrying that bag all day? If yer not I’ll rent you a storage locker for 30nak.” Tundion gratefully accepted and was handed a key for a locker near the waiting area.
The waiting room of the place was fully seated and had even more standing. To make things worse, there was no ventilation, trash littered the floor, and the air smelled of spit and sweat. The crowd gathered in the room seemed to be mostly large men but because of these giant he couldn’t distinguish many other competitors. Despite the ruckus of the room, a speaker came on, far overpowering the noise.
“The first match of the preliminaries is about to begin.
Fighter M-211 and J32 report to the arena!”
The speaker turned off and two people left the room. Tundion turned to the man next to him and asked why their names were like that. The man who had been sharpening knives responded, “You must be new eh? Alright, I’ll tell ya just once. We usually choose a letter of our names and a number that’s easy to remember so if the police come to break up our little event, it’s a helluvalot harder to find anyone who escapes the initial raid, even if they get the name list. Best learn quick to stay private if you know what’s good for ya.” Without another word the man went back to his knives.
I know all about private, no worries there, Tundion thought.
After several matches, it was his turn.
The speaker blared,
“Match 11 has ended, victory goes to Cham 3…”
“Cocky bastard…” someone said as Cham came through the door. The speaker continued,
“…Shadow Blade and V-9 report to the arena.”
Tundion and another man exited the room. As they approached the center, the man turned to him.
“Last chance to quit,” he said.
Tundion made no acknowledgement and the man turned away.
The two went to their markers and again the voice came over the speakers,
“BEGIN!”
Tundion dashed left and his opponent reached into is coat revealing a gun. The gunman took aim and fired, but Tundion, watching the man’s hands saw the trigger squeeze and dropped into a roll, effectively avoiding the shot. He began to run in on the man, who let off a volley of bullets, but missed every shot. Tundion was by then close enough to attack and he used his sheath to hit the man in the face while he used the blunt side of his blade to cripple the man’s arms. The man yelled in pain and dropped the gun, but Tundion didn’t stop yet. He swept the man’s legs out from under him, leaving him face down on the ground, defenseless.
“Last chance to quit,” Tundion said coldly, mocking the man’s words and placing his foot on one of his broken limbs.
“Ok, I give up,” the man managed with a pain filled yell.
Tundion sheathed his sword and started back to the waiting room. The speaker announced his victory, and then the next five matches.
With the room significantly more spacious, Tundion looked again at the other fighters. Many of them seemed like fairly common street folk, but 4 of them caught his attention in particular. Two of these wore cloaks, much like his own, another wore a mask with the face of a cartoon-like girl with cat ears on top. This one was obviously female, but she didn’t have armor, or a significant weapon for being in fights like these. She only had a white gown and a parasol. Her light blue hair flowed behind her. The last person he noted was the one called Cham, he wore a thick vest and baggy-looking pants, though he didn’t look much stronger than anyone else and Tundion had to ask another competitor what Cham’s significance was. He was soon informed that first off he was an idiot for not knowing and that Cham was the tournament champion three times in a row now.
The group waited in silence for what seemed like an hour before the man from the registration booth came in and handed them each a number. Not two minutes after he’d finished and left, the speaker came on,
“All fighters report to your designated areas in
the arena!”
They all left the room and entered their assigned fighting areas, now identifiable from lines on the floor posing as ring boundaries. Tundion was in number 4, as were Cham and one of the cloaked fighters. Area 1 held the girl in the mask and 2 held the other cloaked fighter. Area three escaped Tundion’s attention because it held nobody Tundion had any interest in.
They don’t waste any time in eliminations, Tundion thought and no sooner had done so then the announcer yelled,
“FIGHT!”
Two knives flew by as Tundion started toward Cham, each one narrowly missing his sides. The other competitor then assaulted the hooded fighter and soon suffered a fatal stab wound for it.
^
Cham sported spiked gauntlets of fine steel and stood ready for attack by his rushing opponent. Unfortunately for the former champion, his opponent bore a finer arsenal. The blade of Cham’s demise was drawn and Cham’s defenses were destroyed in one fluid motion.
In that time, everything slowed down for the one called Cham. As the blade passed through the center of his right forearm, he thought about his dreams of finally getting out of the city, the two competitions he needed to win to finally be debt free and buy a property far away from this place, but then as the bloodied metal began passage though his left wrist, he realized his failure. He4 could never fight again. All that he’d acquired through the battles would go toward buying new, bionic, yet far inferior hands and just maybe his debts would still manage to be paid off.
^
With Cham out of the way, Tundion looked for the other opponents. One lay on the round still bleeding out and the other in the cloak seemed to be looting the body. Tundion tried to get behind the cloaked warrior, but the fighter spun around and Tundion found himself dodging knives again and again. The crowd roared as the projectiles struck one of the spectators. Tundion ignored the sound and closed in on his opponent, but as he neared striking distance, the cloaked fighters yelled out “Gotcha!”
Tundion tripped and found his legs bound by strange wires. He cut them and sprung to his feet, quickly blocking a flurry attack of knives.
Tundion tried to kick out the man’s legs, but his kicks were dodged and he nearly had a knife plunged into his knee. Jumping back in the nick of time, Tundion evaded another near fatal assault and slashed at the man. His sword was deflected to the side, but he brought his sheath down on the cloaked menace’s collar, snapping the bone. The man collapsed where he stood. “I surrender!” he yelled.
Tundion wiped the blood off his sword onto the man’s cloak and turned to walk back to the waiting area. Suddenly he heard an electric buzz and a yell behind him, which faded as soon as it had started. Tundion turned to see the cloaked man, now face down toward him, knife in hand, with a burn hole through his hood. Tundion looked around for anyone else with a gun, but the only fighters in the room were in area 3, still finishing up.
The winner from area 3 followed Tundion in after almost five minutes. The lady in the mask sat where she was before, looking slightly downward. The other cloaked fighter leaned motionless against a wall, and the fighter from area 3 was stretching. After a short time, a match was called,
“O-23 and Sari, report to the arena!”
The lady in white and the fighter from area 3 exited. Tundion had a sudden feeling that he knew what the result of the match would be. His answer was given just under two minutes later when the announcements came on again,
“Sari is victorious, ShadowBlade and Tyre,
to the arena!”
As Tundion and Tyre exited the lady in white was coning in. She paused for a moment and it seemed like she was looking at Tundion, but there was not time to dwell on it, the next fight was about to begin. As they entered, the two fighters saw the broken, bloodied shell that was the life vessel of the fighter who had won from area 3. Tundion looked over at the cloaked man, who continued to stare at the body. Tundion went to his spot to start, but the man continued to stare. Finally the man made a motion. He turned toward Tundion and without moving forward yelled, “Good luck in the final round!”
The man then made a motion toward the registration booth and walked toward the door. The crowd yelled their disapproval and the announcement came on,
“Tyre has forfeited the match, Sari report
to the arena!”
Soon the figure in white had some through the doors. She walked so smoothly that she seemed almost to glide across the floor to her marker.
“The final battle is about to begin between the
two newcomers to the arena, ShadowBlade and Sari.
Prepare yourselves, this should be intense.
Get ready…FIGHT!”
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #7 on Oct 10, 2009, 11:18pm » | |
So...recently I decided Vincent Valantine, of the game I'm sure I have no need to state the name of, didn't have enough revealed about himself. So I'm going to be trying to give him a story that going into some decent detail as to what he was doing long before Hojo screwed him up and so far before Sephiroth that he's not even gonna be a thought up experimental proceedure yet.
On that note, I'm also working on a few other things; two stories, and two manga ideas, and 3 game story ideas. That said, not much is getting done on anything in particular. I have a different story that's already been just about permanently put off.
I'll probably be giving into going full out at a manga and the Vincent backstory fan-fic, since they seem to be coming along fastest right now. I'll be updating the fan-fic at my Deviant Art account linked in the first post. If anyone wants to do a graphic improvements/ general drawing for the manga, please PM me. If I like what you do, I'll pay you if you want.
So within the next few days the first installment of the fan-fic should be done and ready to read at DA.
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
|
RavenX
Experienced PC
Wrath Of Judgement
member is offline
[Long Arm: Level 25] ~[hp:569][sp:157]~!c!Azure
Joined: Oct 2007
Posts: 4,513
Location: Flower field under a red moon.
| | Re: My stuff...
« Reply #8 on Oct 23, 2009, 4:42pm » | |
So I still haven't gotten around to posting the fanfic,
but it is making more progress than anything else as of recently,
presently standing at about two and a half pages. Hopefully I
can commit myself to finally taking some of my written stuff and
typing it out soon...it's starting to pile up.
Anyway, for something random.
Here's the sort of introductory text to my story Freedom by Death
Space...
The final frontier...or so we thought...
so we were meant to think...
Why would we have ever questioned...that everything we knew,
was nothing at all...
|
Death isn't fearful, you are less so.
In case you dont understand my posts--Black=My Thoughts;Brown=Speach;White=Actions;
~~Blo od Moon~~ |
| |
|
![[Home]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/Spiderman87/TW/Text/index.gif)
![[Help]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/Spiderman87/TW/Text/help.gif)
![[Search]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/Spiderman87/TW/Text/search.gif)
![[Login]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/Spiderman87/TW/Text/gatein.gif)
![[Register]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v333/Spiderman87/TW/Text/register.gif)
![[Search This Thread]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/search2.gif)
![[Send Topic To Friend]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/sendtopic.gif)
![[Print]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/print.gif)
Logged