Scrolls of Iria

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  1. Love to Write

    Love to Write I'm a lover of writing. What else is to be said? Contributor

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    “Burn ‘em! Burn the damn hut down!”

    His wicked grin grew with every suggestion. “Burn the whole hut? Now that seems dark. I like it. But… I think his Lordship would be most displeased if we did not follow his orders.” His black soulless eyes descended on the heroes and he bit his teeth together with a piercing clang. “Anything to say for yourselves, Elf lovers?”


    Nikko had drawn his sword the moment the Elf-haters had kicked down the door and took a protective stance in front of Malefius. It wasn't that he had any special love for elves, but rather that they had just threatened all manners of evil against them. Dishonor was something Nikko couldn't stand for...no matter the situation.

    "Bring us to his Lordship immediately, for we have most grave matters to discuss."


    Nikko rolled his eyes. No way he wanted to meet a leader who commanded the murder of innocents. As much as he wanted to challenge this demon of a human to a duel, he remained silent. Perhaps it was better if he let the others try diplomacy first.
     
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  2. BrandonrockstheAM

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    ***Ten miles from Mist, moving towards Darn***

    Terrence walked alongside Gram, holding his hand so that the dwarf wouldn't trip. They were still a while away from Darn; it would take more than two hours still to get there at the pace they were walking. Terrence absentmindedly thought of anything that came to mind.

    Gram said, "Terry, is father alright?"

    Father? Oh, right, Richard. Gram's father was an unknown to Terrence. Terrence was only a little boy when Gram's family brought him here. His father had told Terrence that Gram's parents were suffering from a lethal curse he couldn't cure, but the son's mind was being eaten away by a strange curse. Thankfully, his father had saved him, although how Terrence didn't know. What he did know was that he was thankful. Without Gram, Terrence wasn't so sure he wouldn't be an assassin for some nobleman... Like they had been at one point.

    "Well, Gram..." Terrence thought desperately for a second, "those bad guys probably took him with them. They're probably keeping him prisoner." Terrence grimaced; he visualized his father lying on his bed, blood soaking the bed from a gargantuan slash wound across his stomach.

    "Then we should go get him, right, Terry? Save him from the bad guys!" Gram's face gained a determined look.

    "Well, there are too many bad guys to fight right now. We would die if we went to save him right now." Terrence forced a smile, "We'll just have to find a way to get him back. Or, he might escape by himself. He's a very powerful magician, Gram."

    Gram grinned, "Oh, right! No way he's dead!"

    "Yeah."
     
  3. Keitsumah

    Keitsumah The Dream-Walker Contributor

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    “Elf lovers eh? What should we do with them boys?”

    Shouts from behind stabbed out into the night. “Stick ‘em through!”

    “Let them rot in the dungeons!”

    “Burn ‘em! Burn the damn hut down!”

    His wicked grin grew with every suggestion. “Burn the whole hut? Now that seems dark. I like it. But… I think his Lordship would be most displeased if we did not follow his orders.” His black soulless eyes descended on the heroes and he bit his teeth together with a piercing clang. “Anything to say for yourselves, Elf lovers?”

    Annette paled, and nearly fell over her crutches had started shaking so hard. Thankfully there was a wall immediately behind, which she leaned against. But on two bad legs and with some broken ribs, there was no way she could run.

    Her heart pounded too loudly in her ears as she examined each of the men's faces. Too eager for blood. Ignorant of their own demise that would soon decend upon them.

    Foolish. Why is it that we servants are the only ones who really know anything? Is it because we are the only ones who can be trusted with such knowledge blindly? she thought, then her jaw clenched and Jinx hissed where she perched on Annette's shoulder. But to provoke these men would be folly. It was best to let a servant soothe their aggressive nature into something more manageable -if she could do that.

    "The old saying goes, 'The enemy of my enemy is my freind.'" she spoke up, then swallowed, ducking her head a bit in supplication toward the men when they leered in her direction. Her hands trembled visibly, and Annette was once again uncomfortably aware of her battered appearance. Hopefully that would play well for her. "W-we have fled all the way from Highguard and risked the Troll Caves beneath it's foundations. All from a threat much greater than even those monsters thought only to be in fables. Please, we bring tidings of a great evil, and only mean to warn you against it."
     
  4. Razzles

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    Adira stood silently n the wood, back to back with her hunting partner Jayden. She had an arrow on the string, and was scanning he undergrowth for any sign of movement.

    She walked softly away from Jayden, trying to find the rabbit warren she had discovered yesterday. She spied what she was looking for;a hole in the ground. Making sure the wind was blowing towards her, she crouched, waiting.

    A plump young rabbit hopped out of the hole, and sat up, washing its ears. The two elves readied their bows, both thinking of the delicious meat, when a distant sound alerted the rabbit, and it hurried back down it's hole. The sound of a horn being blown in the distance.
    "Someone's coming." Murmured Jayden.
    "I have a bad feeling about this." Replied Adira.
    "Come on, lets go." Said Jayden, standing up and preparing to leave.
    "What about mother and father?" Adira asked, scared for her parents lives.
    "Never mind about them, now go!" Urged Jayden, grabbing her hand and pulling her away. Adira took one last look at the city of Darn that had been her home for so long, before he ran after Jayden, and away from everything she had ever known.
     
  5. BrandonrockstheAM

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    ***2 miles from Mist, Richard's Cottage***

    RICHARD ABERNATHY

    Richard coughed up blood as he stumbled into his small cottage, and lay down on his cot. The smell of burning wood still drifted up from the town. He grabbed at the healing potion he had in his pocket, and drank a sip, feeling the wound close. He took a moment to breath in and out, feeling his aged lungs fill with the rejuvenating effect of the potion. He hoped he hadn't been seen by any knights as he escaped his house after receiving that slash. The slash that still hurt like he'd been singed with a smelting fork.

    God, he wasn't young enough to be doing this. He should've just left the potions alone and died like the other old men of the town. Instead he'd chosen to live in bed, sustained off Terrence's cooking. Bless the boy; he'd taken on the task of caring for both his brother and his father.

    He grabbed a piece of chalk from the box of them in the corner of the hut, and drew a rough circle in the left hand corner of the west wall. He opened his window, letting the smoke into the house. With an effort of will, he pushed the smoke onto the circle, then closed the window. The result was something that looked like a circle of dense black smoke on the wall. He closed his eyes, and with barely any effort, sent about 5 mJ of energy into the smoke. He imagined Terrence and Gram, then opened his eyes, looking straight into the smoke.

    He saw a forest, and heard Terrence and Gram talking of different things. He smiled weakly as he heard Terrence's despair and his desperate attempts to make sure Gram didn't think Richard was dead. They were strong; but the world was too dangerous and unpredictable. Especially right now. So much was weighing against them. They would need help.

    If only he could create a link to Terrence that would allow him to funnel energy he collected into Terrence and Gram's bodies and minds. He could give them insight from someone who could see the whole world. However, that link would be difficult to make. It would require significant amounts of energy or 100 moles of pure Uranium to react. That kind of energy could only be produced by collecting human spirits... Something Richard had thought he'd never have to do.

    However, this was for his children. His Terrence and his Gram. Doesn't matter in the slightest where Gram came from; he was his son. Richard would no sooner let them either of them die than sell Heaven to Satan.

    He slept on those thoughts. Tomorrow, he'd go and contact the spirits still floating around and request their help. He chuckled as he hoped Old Man Joe still remembered he owed Richard a favor.
     

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