nFinally back to a story you have most likely noticed the fact that this section under History of Tam has remained blank that is because it is impossible to write in brief therefore without further Ado The Warshaper a legend of Armas. Oh yeah Special thanks to Fansy the Famous Bard
The Warshaper A Legend from Armas By: Michael the Mentalist From the Records of Nova Starburst
There is one question that comes to the mind of any to see a Warshaper. How? This is a compilation of my long and fruitful research and although there are many legends around the origins of the Warshaper from him being an exiled god to an animal with human shape this however is the true story. For those ignorant of Warshapers here is in brief their power, They are an amazingly powerful group that takes the form of animals in combat the more advanced disciples of this discipline can take the form of more than one animal at once and have a few animal traits in all of their forms.
Chapter 1 Fansy
Fansy Cabe the man who would become to the first Warshaper was about twelve years old when we take up the thread of his tale. Awaking before dawn as he always did Fansy dressed in his threadbare brown tunic and equally damaged green pants and set out to complete his chores which included feeding the animals and mucking out the stables. Looking up from the last stable he saw his reason for being up so early a beautiful sunrise. As his steel blue eyes took in the scene he stiffened, noticing the cloud of pale blue smoke that was coming from the druid grove "A council meeting." he muttered. Then running into the house he grabbed his walking stick and traveling cloak. Dashing back down the stairs he narrowly missed running into his grandfather who grabbed his shoulder and said "Slow down my boy you know as well as I do the council will wait for me." Fansy bowed his head and replied humbly "Of course, what would they do without the council head, Eh." Gail "Raveneye" Cabe smiled at his grandson and said "We have an errand on our way to the meeting, I need some more Malornfoot my stock is almost gone and winter's coming so my arthritis will be worse." Fansy smiled and said "No you don't I picked a boxful on my walk yesterday." Gail patted him on the back and chuckled "Your too much boy, Let's go." It was about two hours later when they got to the Druid grove, this was quite a long time for the two woodsmen but the spent time picking herbs, fruit, and berries for their home however when the arrived the last of the council was just arriving. The councilors 12 in number were A brownie, An Elf, A Pixie, A treant, A Dryad, A forest gnome, The shaman of the tribe of humans in the area, An orc warlord, A Pignuk Goblin, A werebear, a kobold, and of course Raveneye. Fansy was not a council member on account of the fact that of the twelve groups in the area attending the council only one could be selected from each faction, the councilors however did allow him to make an appearance and even propose ideas he merely couldn't vote. The pixie Sque a burly specimen with blue eyes and matching hair opened the discussion with the expected pleasantries, intentionally ignoring Fansy as he did not respect the raven haired youth and then said "As I have said many times before we need to vote on what to do about Gyhere he is impossible for us to hold and he has killed two of my finest Yarbads. This topic had been debated for months, Gyhere you see was an infant eagle lord whose parents had been hunted by a drow raiding party to attempt to sway the eagles of the area to their will, the drow party who had killed the birds was hunted by the druids and rangers of the Larien Woods, needless to say they did not last long against the arrows and slingstones of the hunting party, Yarbad was the name for a pixie soldier. Fansy stepped into the circle and declared in a voice that boomed like thunder and echoed around the glade "I have thought about this problem for many weeks and I have a solution, Give Gyhere to me I shall take care of him." There were instant murmurs of agreement with this statement not even the Heirophant of Armas had a way with animals like Fansy's There was only one voice of opposition to this idea and that was Sque who roared with laughter at Fansy and said "You young fool why would we give you the Windlord would he not be better taken care of in the hands of a council member!" The werebear Chohald Stoneslicer growled at the pixie and said "You annoying waste of flesh I shall not have the finest youngster I've ever seen insulted merely because you feel threatened by his skill as a woodsman. If I weren't bound by the law of the council right now I would shred your wings off!" Sque backed off hastily, Chohald was a normally even tempered being and hearing him shout such threats was frightening considering his surname was no exaggeration he earned, it after slicing through the four foot thick stone walls of the Flameholt Bastion with his bare claws. Gail asked "So are we ready to vote on the matter brought forward by Fansy?"
Chapter 2 The Red Brethren
At that moment the sole survivor of the eagle hunting party was reporting to a Dark priest of Larrisa "Please forgive me your excellency we were attacked before we could kill the hatchling." the preistess leaned over his prostrate and said comfortingly "Attacked before you could kill the hatchling, I understand" Pulling the whip from around her waist she started lashing at the helpless drow. "Attacked before you could kill the chick eh, So what do you intend to do about it the druids probably have him now." Before he could answer the priestess wrapped the lash around his neck and strangled him to death laughing as she did, As the unfortunate man uttered his last gasp she snapped at a nearby guard "Well don't just stand there assemble my Red Brethren, Now Whelp!" In less than five minutes the finest assassins on all of Armas were assembled in front of Olath Valsharess, Matron of the House of Elgluth, and High Priestess of Larrisa each of them more brutal than a dragon, quicker than chain lightning, and more deadly than a winter gale all eleven of them wore blackened mithral chain shirts, a small pouch of poison ingredients, and a pouch of tools. "Ahmy fine assassins what is our motto?" They replied in well drilled unison "If you're always looking for the knife in your back you miss the one stabbing you in the heart." "Good, good" she continued "I have a little job for you I need you to find the person who has the eagle lord chick and kill both of them." Again the well drilled voices replied "Yes Matron they shall be dead before the month is out."
Chapter 3 Gyhere
"So the vote is eleven in favor and one against,correct?" inquired Raveneye as the votes were recounted. Sque replied indignantly "Yes that's the vote though I think you'll live to regret it. Two Yarbads have been sent to bring Gyhere to the young druid." Chohald was just about to step into the situation when Fansy surprised them all though none more than Sque as he picked the struggling sprite up pinned him to a tree and turned him upside down."I am not bound by the laws of the council so if you are not quite done with insulting me you had better be that way very quickly or I will slam you into the ground so hard you'll be able to shake hands with the taproots of an oak." The part that really made the diminutive being's ears perk up was the fact that his voice never left a calm conversational tone. Shaking free of the grip Fansy had on him Sque fluttered into the air and flew off however, just in earshot of the clearing he said "Strong words but can you back them up druid." Chohald started lumbering after the offensive little creature only to be stopped by Fansy "He's not worth it." he said placing a hand on the bear's shoulder. "I have a feeling your decision will come back to haunt you my young friend" Chohald replied as he wandered back towards his den. Fansy had the same feeling but it was against his nature to strike at those who weren't a threat, he was snapped back to reality by a small golden bird biting his finger. "Ow! ha Gyhere correct?" he said as he picked the eagle up. Gyhere replied in a high sharp squawk "Yes Yes I Gyhere the Windking" "Good, Fansy exclaimed "Ready to go?" The eagle gave out a mocking laugh and said "I no soft flesh I always ready" It took Fansy a moment to figure out what the squawking bird meant but after he deciphered it he placed the bird on his shoulder and dashed through the woods of Larien knowing where to step around rocks and duck under branches through years of wandering the forests. Upon reaching his home he pulled the eagle out of the deathgrip he had on his tunic and muttered "Quite a hole in my tunic I'm going to need a new one anyway so no harm done." Gyhere's sharp ears heard the muttering and he laughed and said "That threadbare your second hide need new one yes yes." Fansy smiled at the eagle lord's quaint mode of speech and said "Well let's find you a place to rest your beak." The exposed rafters of Fansy's bedroom proved the perfect nesting place for the young eagle lord and with easy access to the home from a hole in the roof It was as Gyhere said "Pefict"
Chapter 4 The First Discovery
"Arghhh!" screamed the unlucky drow who found out the hard way that their traps are extremely effective, the spear that had sprouted from the rabbit hole in the ground had stabbed right into the assassin's foot exiting through the kneecap. Lying in a thick bank of leaves he worked slowly at removing the spear fro his leg, stopping suddenly when he heard an shrill indignant voice nearby "That uppity piece of bear dung, I say shred my wings unlikely even for his adamantium infused claws. But that boy I'll kill him one day." Even injured as he was Quee'lak Velve was still quicker than the eye could follow, springing from the leaf bank Quee'lak grabbed the shocked Sque for of course it was he and slammed him to the ground. He whispered into the sprite's ear "Vel'uss Phuul dos lueth Vel'bol phuul dos xunin, telanath p'los Usstan elgg dos" Sque squeaked out in surprise as he was grabbed and said in a high shrill cry "What are you saying!?" Quee'lak cursed himself inwardly and repeated his demand in common speech "Who are you and what are you doing speak before I kill you." Dispite his fear Sque said "Well that's a right bit of nonsense ain't it if I didn't speak and you killed me you'd never get the information you wanted." Quee'lak smiled dangerously at the sprite and hissed at him "You are a littel fool aren't you I wouldn't be kind enough to make your death swift you would tell me your life story before you died." Sque looked into the amethyst eyes of the assassin now gleaming with pleasure at the thought of what he intended to do with his little victim and saw his own death reflected in them he instantly started squealing the day's story "I was at the druid council and that fool of a boy Fansy got control of the Windlord I was com...." Quee'lak clamped his hand over the babbling sprite and said "Where is this Fansy person and what is he?" Removing his hand from the sprite he Quee'lak could hardly believe his luck as the sprite smiled evilly and said "I'll tell you on the condition you let me help you kill him." Quee'lak quickly thought it over and decided if what was the loss he couldn't escape the Red Brethren and he could be bait if they needed it. "Alright, you're in" he said staring at the sprite "But if you try to double cross me this dagger will be in one of your wings before you can fly five feet"
Chapter 5 The Final of the Five
Chohald was wandering the woods around his den, for no apparent reason he was uneasy the birds had been too quiet for summer and he had learned from his many years in the forest every sound had a meaning so did every silence. Fansy was too busy with the young Windlord to notice birdsong though the reason for the quiet concerned him, the twins Su'aco and Chath were standing in the tree shade watching Fansy in his room arguing with Gyhere. Chath smiled evilly at the young druid and said to her sister "So this is our mark seems too easy for us to be called in." Su'aco shook her head at her sister's ignorance and said "That is Fansy Cabe whose grandfather is the only one to have ever escaped Ren'uk Jabbak unscathed." Chath's jet black skin paled to a dull gray as she asked "Is the old one in there?" "That's what we're here to find out." Su'aco whispered. Unknown to them Gail Cabe was sitting in the tree above the where the rest of the Red Brethren were camped and thinking of a way to kill or capture Sque without the rest of the assassins killing him. Jholol Si, he realized was the answer to his dilemma Jholol was the treant of the Larien woods, hopping from tree to tree with the speed and agility of a squirrel he quickly landed on the mighty treant. Shaking his huge limbs Jholol awakened and said in a voice like wind through the leaves "So Raveneye my old friend what is it you need of me." Gail smiled sadly at the hornbeam treant and replied "As you likely already know the Red Brethren are abroad, what you don't know is that Sque is with them and not as a prisoner." the treant replied "So Chohald proves correct as usual I'll grab him you get home I have the feeling you'll be needed." Gail's smile took on a happier tinge as he said "Thank you my friend may your leaves never fall and your wood never rot." Chath whispered to Su'aco "It's been an hour he's not here let's move in." "I agree let's move." she replied "Who's not here?" a voice behind them asked. They turned around to face a man, old and small with piercing steel blue eyes. Jholol Si had been inching his way towards the sprite the treant was so quiet that even the keen ears of the Drow couldn't hear him. It was about two hours later when the assassin directly across from Sque dozed off that Jholol made his move, shaking a dead limb loose from his boughs he slammed it into Sque's small head knocking him out, then quickly passing the sleeping prisoner up with his many hands to eye level so that he could keep an eye on him while they waited for Gail. Fansy spotted the two Drow circling his grandfather trying to flank him, roaring a challenge he leaped out of the second story window with nothing but an old rusty kitchen knife. Chath looked behind him just in time to see Fansy's knife stab him in the shoulder then quickly ducking hook from the enraged druid he slammed right into an upraised knee. Gail smiled at the courage of his young charge then suddenly felt the icy sting of Su'aco's dagger piercing his lung "Never turn your back on an enemy!" she spat as the life drained from the old druid and then slowly smiled and said Isn't sad that these are the last words you'll ever hear." Fansy, having dispatched Chath jumped at her twin with blood in his eyes, Chath jumped aside only to be raked by the talons of Gyhere. The dark blood gushed from her face as the fierce bird gouged the eyes from the hauntingly lovely face of Su'aco Drejan. Fansy charged at the stumbling assassin until he heard his grandfather gurgle in his own blood, stopping in an instant he turned to see his mentor struggle into a sitting position and gasp "Leave her, an assassin with no eyes is useless and she'll be tortured and killed for her failure when and if she returns....I'm sorry my boy there was so much more to teach you." Fansy sobbed and said "If we get you to Caeleas" "No" Gail spat "But go to Tril, the Heirophant and give him this." he said handing the distraught boy the necklace he always wore. Fansy felt his hand go limp as Gail died with the thought "A final end for the final of the five." not very poetic perhaps but Gail "Raveneye" Cabe was a mentor and a leader not a poet.
Chapter 6 Final ends and New beginnings
After finishing his weeping Fansy put on the necklace which was a collection of teeth and feathers surrounding a small pouch, and picked up the body of his dead grandfather. It was his sad duty to bring him to the druid clearing for a proper burial. It was four hours later when the council of chieftains was assembled even Sque was there, he was caged in the branches of Jholol but he was there "Fansy what happened to him?" roared Chohald as he lumbered into the clearing Fansy looked up smiling sadly and said "You were right I would live to regret letting Sque live he told the assassins where he was and killed him." "HA you little fool!" Sque scoffed "It was you they were after your idiot grandfather merely got in the way." Caeleas smiled grimly and said "I'm a pacifist but I'd hate to see Chohald make this a double funeral Sque, I would advise you show some respect before he removes your little head." Sque laughed "what is that slow oaf going to do, you seem to have failed to notice my friend Quee'lak Velve with a loaded crossbow in the tree next to the stupid clod." Quee'lak smiled as they all looked at him and spat "So which five of you care to die I have five shots" Chohald jumped at the jeering drow and took a crossbow bolt in the chest, Quee'lak paled to a sickly gray as the poison on the bolt didn't stop the bear's berserk charge, he barely got another shot off as he jumped into another tree before Chohald's adamantium hard claws rended the branch from the tree. Removing the bolts he tossed them contemptuously aside and growled so loudly that Caeleas who had sharp ears even for an elf doubled over in pain and Quee'lak clapped his hands to his dropping the crossbow in the process. Fansy dove for the crossbow catching it as it landed and firing it at the fleeing drow, Quee'lak thanked Llothar as the the bolt whizzed an inch past his ear. Chohald turned to face Sque as Fansy ran after Quee'lak, when Chohald turned Sque was nowhere to be seen. Fansy's luck was considerably better as Quee'lak's leg had not quite healed from the spear wound he had received, it took only a few minutes to run the escaping assassin down and shoot the final crossbow bolt into his back. Quee'lak felt the bolt enter the soft tissue on his left side and almost before he could register the pain he stumbled and fell, not dead but in unbearable agony as the poison he had used on so many of his victims coursed through his own veins he saw a vision of his god and goddess Llothar and Lloth, Lloth spoke to the wound assassin "So my cringing serf you can't stand to feel my bite perhaps I should kill you and bless another's work." Llothar smiled at the the pitiful look on Quee'lak's face and said No, No I think you have served us well enough the past hundred years not only will you not be killed you shall be given the power to defeat the Windlord's keeper. Arise and be my hand cold, quick, and lethal. Let nothing stand in your path." and with that Quee'lak Velve rose and was clad in black shadows by the dark pair save for his eyes which went from white to ruby red as the rest of him and his equipment turned jet black, so black they seemed to absorb the light around it. "The assassin's gift" the muttered as he looked down at himself
Chapter 7 the Heirophant
Fansy arrived at the town of Vasaouri three days later only to be stopped by three very surprised elven nobles King Ajax, the Heirophant Tril Larbasson of the line of the god of longevity Larbas, and of course myself Nova Starburst. We were all surprised to see the young druid without Raveneye had I known the threat he brought I would have handled the situation differently but hindsight is perfect as they say even archmages make mistakes, but on with the record. Fansy approached us with rage evident in his face and bearing but I thought nothing of it he had perhaps been insulted, his next words changed all that "Gail Cabe is dead." Millien was the most shocked of the three of us but I was the only one not sent reeling Gail was old and I have been around long enough to know people die when they get old. Ajax asked the question on all three minds "How?" Fansy replied shaking with rage "Two Red Brethren killed him I slew one and Gyhere blinded the other." Ajax smiled "My young friend it's time for you to learn a few things about your grandfather." Fansy raised his hand and said "Hold on a moment m'lord I have a mission to complete first." Removing the necklace Gail had worn he handed it to Tril "His last request." Fansy murmured Tril smiled "No not his last" Pulling a small sheet of parchment from the bag he read aloud "This is Fansy and if you are reading this Tril I have failed I could not finish his training. Finish his training and then give him the list this is my final request of you my friend. Nova my old friend I have your future again I see being the mightiest elven mage in all of Armas is to small a goal for you, just know your time will come. Ajax I wish I had better news for you, you will be assassinated by the hand of Lothar within two weeks of the time this is read. Fansy my boy, This is the way it was meant to be don't worry about me but worry for yourself I have seen dark days for you ahead but follow your instincts and the guidance of your friends and you should come out alright. So it must be or many more may fall to the hand of Lothar." We all looked at Ajax the man had one heir and he was off Odin knows where adventuring. Fansy said "Is there nothing we can do?" Ajax smiled sadly and said "Your Grandfather has never seen wrong before I will die." Fansy looked to me and Tril and started to cry it was to much for me and Tril had to go and make funeral plans. Ajax merely went to finish the book he was writing.
Chapter 8 Alsander and Felvidar
Alsander and Felvidar, The gods of life and death how often they follow each other, seven days after the lethal news Ajax was teaching the young druid Fansy the art of swordplay. I was amazed by the speed at which Cabe learned even the most difficult attacks and the now legendary Nagurin Thunderhammer had even started a sword for him, an incredible weapon with a fervidite blade and elemental steel grip with the word "Raveneye" engraved in the brilliant metal blade. I had volunteered to enchant it with a few minor powers that I believed would prove useful against the drow when the dreaded event happened Quee'lak Velve struck as Fansy and Ajax began sparring again thrusting with a thin blade between the ribs from behind and, twisting the barbed dagger into the old warriors lung made sure the wound would be fatal but just to be cruel he pulled the blade up cutting through three ribs before drawing it back out and running off into the woods. Ajax started gurgling on his own blood as I went to him. Another of my friends was dying to the drow even as I mourned for him I knew I would come with Fansy at least for a while I must take my revenge. Fansy struck out at Quee'lak with the practice blade slicing off the top of Quee'lak's left ear but, the black elf didn't bleed as he was no longer flesh and blood but a being of pure shadow. Just as Fansy was lagging behind a huge elf in a travel stained cloak and well patched tunic, quickly drawing his sword the traveler struck at Quee'lak who dodged easily and sent a slim fist into the man's stomach. Many years later I would look back on this and be amazed by it but the wanderer did not collapse from the divinely aided punch, he seemed to just shrug it off and crushed the pommel of his sword down onto the assassin's head. Quee'lak staggered three steps backwards, ducked, and ran between the man's legs slicing one of them to the bone as he passed. Again the wanderer showed amazing fortitude remaining standing long enough to throw his sword and stab Quee'lak in the shoulder. Fansy ran to the wanderer and it was as though looking at paintings of the now dead king in his youth this was indeed Harasfat the heir to the elven throne.
Chapter 9 Harasfat
Harsafat laughed as he heard who he had been fighting "So I survived the mighty Quee'lak Velve one of two to have done it I believe." Nova shook his head in amazement and said "You are your father's son he had the same reaction when he survived things he shouldn't have, You're lucky that poison didn't kill you." Fansy was speaking with the Heirophant about Gyhere when Nagurin Thunderhammer stepped in bearing a scimitar of amazing quality it's fervidite blade reflecting the sun off it's coppery surface the word "Raveneye" filled in silver along the back of the blade It was an elven hero's blade given to the favored of a dead hero. Harsafat's mouth dropped as he saw the blade and he said "Cabe is dead, how!" Nova took this chance to swab a mint leaf over the wound. Mint one of the two known antidotes to drow poison the other is silver. Harsafat gritted his teeth in pain as the the leaves dragged across his nerves and said to Nagurin That's a beautiful sword but what can it do." The dwarf's face lit up like a child's asked to explain it's favorite toy "Aye it can do a braw bit but he's not just one this is a matched set." Harsafat looked sideways at the smith and replied "I only see one blade is the other being forged?" Nagurin's smile widened as he pulled a fervidite and silver ring out of his pocket and handed it to Fansy "Put the ring on and say Raveneye young one." The young druid did as he was told and in a flash, two blades were in his hand one of fervidite etched with silver the other of silver etched with fervidite. "You see" the dwarf continued "Nova here requested a fervidite blade for it's edge but he wanted it sliver cored because silver holds enchantment so well as any basic two Dernum apprentice such as myself could tell ye. But I had been thinking of the way you make your blades like quicksilver and this is the next step the silver blade is imbued into the very metal of the fervidite only awaiting the proper command and the touch of the matched ring to pull it out." Nova looked at the the dwarf in amazement and said "In all my years I've never seen that done infused into the very metal you say very impressive my friend." Nagurin blushed and replied "It's not much just a variation on a good idea." Fansy twirled the silver blade and said grimly "Well if you don't mind m'lords I have a mission I have to go." Nagurin looked at the blood lust in the young man's eyes and said "I almost pity the drow if you're going after them there are few I know who would stand up to you in this state." Fansy simply bowed his head to Nova and Harasfat and left.
Chapter 10 From the Diary of Quee'lak Velve With notes by Harsafat Darniun
The Dynasty of Darniun is finished *Wrong again, Typical drow arrogance* fun to think that I killed the last two in one hour. Arggh that pathetic little boy lopped the tip of my ear off this afternoon I'll have to torture him before I kill him. Thankfully that little fool is just like his grandfather I just have to go back home and wait for him. Honor and a sense of justice the two greatest flaws of the entire elven race, *And yet we win every war between the two races* wait what's that. *next two pages smeared with blood, thankfully nothing underneath it* I need to get back underground I can't trust the animals here *smart move* eyes and ears for the druids, First to find the rest of those useless assassins. This power I've never felt anything like it other than maybe when I was torturing Typhoon Firewind this is incredible, the speed, the invisibility, and the ideas I can come up with so painful I can't wait to try them.*As you can see this barbarian was completely obsessed with his work* Sque though, he has possibilities I just need to teach him the skills of silent slaughter. I wonder who the next king of the Larien Woods will be.*Segways not for him* Now I have a hunger for bear flesh and with this new power I may even try the were-bear. *Ohh That would be fun to watch Chohald nearly killed his master there wouldn't be enough of Quee'lak left to put in a spoon* But I really don't care to feel the claws that slice through stone even if it wouldn't do anything disfiguring *This guy may not be as stupid as I thought* Ehh he couldn't touch me anyway I think I'll try it *I've been wrong before*
Chapter 11 The Teeth of the Dead
Eight crossbow bolts whizzed from the darkness as Fansy rode towards the bastion of Helios. Seven of them struck his horse and one put a hole in the hood of his traveling cloak, Fansy vaulted from the dying animal and drew the fervidite blade and struck out into the darkness. Sharp laughter met the sound of his blade thudding into a tree, stepping into Fansy's range of vision the Red Brethren with Sque in tow. Fansy released the sword hilt and delivered a crippling back hand into Sque's torso knocking him into an elm. Dar'nok stabbed at the young druid, grabbing the wrist of the unlucky drow Fansy twisted the dagger out of his hand and stabbed Dar'nok in the throat
20 Comments
niles, 214 - days ago
michael!
how can you say that it's impossible to write this in brief and then only post chapter one????
you're killin' me! i eagerly await the continuation of this story.
Michael, 213 - days ago
It's not even all of chapter 1 and I believe the term is what goes around comes around
Michael, 213 - days ago
PS: Sweet I'm killing, so to speak
niles, 213 - days ago
ooohh, what happens with fansy and sque?
does sque join up with the red assassins?
Michael, 212 - days ago
Read and find out I haven't decided yet I'm making this one up as I go along
niles, 212 - days ago
is quee'lak one of olath valsharess' assassins? this is getting good.
Guest, 211 - days ago
Yes Quee'lak is one of the Valsharess' assassins and (Warning: This next sentence may be too cool for you) Quee'lak Velve is Drow for Quick Blade Figured it fit
Michael, 211 - days ago
Ok where I said I don't have it planned out I was wrong I developed these characters so well I have things planned out just on personality and expected reactions. The only new characters until chapter 8 are Fansy who only appeared in a short two page story as basically a "walk-on" character and one of the assassins who replaced the retiring Ren'uk Jabbak two years before this story takes place the rest have been major players in at least one story.
Michael, 205 - days ago
Ok now that people are back I can move along with the story. I love my cliffhanger stop points It keeps you here
Michael the Mentalist, 182 - days ago
Thank god for depression I finally have enough mental gear lubrication that I can come up with more for my stories so I should have stuff here for a couple days
Michael, 173 - days ago
oh Just so y'all know because it's kind of important Nova the guy who I had writing this is well a god and he has been through two pantheons speaking of which once I tie up the loose ends on this and Elwin's story the Pantheon change is ready for posting with my first non human head It's gonna rock
niles, 173 - days ago
you said "it's gonna rock"!!! my speech is rubbing off on you...hehe...
all a part of my plan!
Michael, 172 - days ago
No it's not actually I've been saying it for years so.... I win, again
niles, 144 - days ago
michael!
i finally read the last couple of chapters and i love it. i'm a little disappointed that gail had to die and that sque got away but i am excited about a showdown between quee'lak and fansy. good good stuff.
Michael, 142 - days ago
Come on you know Gail had to die there wouldn't have been a revenge story if it hadn't been for Gail dying
niles, 112 - days ago
wow, harasfat sounds like a freakin' gangster. i can't wait to see how he plays into this.
i also like how quee'lak is made of pure shadow now. that's downright creepy. keep it comin'! i'm loving it.
Michael, 109 - days ago
Niles Chapter 10 is probably going to need censoring I'll do my best but when my blood gets up it gets nasty
niles, 102 - days ago
hey michael, chapter ten looks good so far. i like how harsafat is doing commentary. it's like reading a dvd!
also, i'm fascinated by the twin fervidite/silver blades. that's awesome.
Michael, 102 - days ago
Wait the swords turn up in the story I'm currently working on and as for Chapter 10 I was just a little worried about the reveling in the bloodshed
Michael, 94 - days ago
Ok that's IT I'm done until at least two other people post I'm getting tired of reading my own stuff
michael!
how can you say that it's impossible to write this in brief and then only post chapter one????
you're killin' me! i eagerly await the continuation of this story.
It's not even all of chapter 1 and I believe the term is what goes around comes around
PS: Sweet I'm killing, so to speak
ooohh, what happens with fansy and sque?
does sque join up with the red assassins?
Read and find out I haven't decided yet I'm making this one up as I go along
is quee'lak one of olath valsharess' assassins? this is getting good.
Yes Quee'lak is one of the Valsharess' assassins and (Warning: This next sentence may be too cool for you) Quee'lak Velve is Drow for Quick Blade
Figured it fit
Ok where I said I don't have it planned out I was wrong I developed these characters so well I have things planned out just on personality and expected reactions. The only new characters until chapter 8 are Fansy who only appeared in a short two page story as basically a "walk-on" character and one of the assassins who replaced the retiring Ren'uk Jabbak two years before this story takes place the rest have been major players in at least one story.
Ok now that people are back I can move along with the story. I love my cliffhanger stop points It keeps you here
Thank god for depression I finally have enough mental gear lubrication that I can come up with more for my stories so I should have stuff here for a couple days
oh Just so y'all know because it's kind of important Nova the guy who I had writing this is well a god and he has been through two pantheons speaking of which once I tie up the loose ends on this and Elwin's story the Pantheon change is ready for posting with my first non human head It's gonna rock
you said "it's gonna rock"!!! my speech is rubbing off on you...hehe...
all a part of my plan!
No it's not actually I've been saying it for years so.... I win, again
michael!
i finally read the last couple of chapters and i love it. i'm a little disappointed that gail had to die and that sque got away but i am excited about a showdown between quee'lak and fansy. good good stuff.
Come on you know Gail had to die there wouldn't have been a revenge story if it hadn't been for Gail dying
wow, harasfat sounds like a freakin' gangster. i can't wait to see how he plays into this.
i also like how quee'lak is made of pure shadow now. that's downright creepy. keep it comin'! i'm loving it.
Niles Chapter 10 is probably going to need censoring I'll do my best but when my blood gets up it gets nasty
hey michael, chapter ten looks good so far. i like how harsafat is doing commentary. it's like reading a dvd!
also, i'm fascinated by the twin fervidite/silver blades. that's awesome.
Wait the swords turn up in the story I'm currently working on and as for Chapter 10 I was just a little worried about the reveling in the bloodshed
Ok that's IT I'm done until at least two other people post I'm getting tired of reading my own stuff