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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 8:50 am
-LEGENDS AND LORE-
The Fantastic Tales of Gi
Here is the repository for the collective literary culture of Gi. We accept all kinds of formats: limericks, nursery rhymes, sea shanties, excerpts from fabricated reference materials/books, poems, and even short stories! Please read the rules before posting. RULES 1. Try to write in-character. Submissions that make blatant references to things that don't belong in the world of Gi will be removed. 2. Generic folk songs are acceptable, but they must be original and comply with Rule 1. 3. No poofters. XD 4. All non-KoM related literature has its own subforum. Post it HERE!5. Try to avoid page stretching. If you have an epic piece, post an excerpt. You can include an OOC link to the full version at the bottom of your post. 6. There is NO.... Rule 6. 7. Be creative, have fun, and show us what you can do. Please use the following format to submit your work:
TITLE
"Your poem or
story or nursery rhyme
or whatever you've
chosen to write." ~IC (or fictional) Author CONTENTS
-The Dark Hand: Why It Isn't There-
-Parilus and the Bandits-
-The Forest of Lost Souls-
-Fortuna-
-The Reaper-
-The Desires-
-Untitled Beastile Song I-
-The Lore of the Beast (pt. 1)-
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 4:32 pm
THE DARK HAND
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WHY IT ISN'T THERE
"I understand that there is some controversy over whether or not the organization "The Dark Hand" exists. Well, I have taken the time to follow a few leads to discover whether or not it really does, and my conclusion is that it does not.
For one, the Blade of Ages, which was rumored to be lost in the Crimson Planes, does not actually exist, as well as the other three blades of legend. How could Salem be trapped if the blades do not exist? I have talked to treasure hunters and masters of lore, and all of them agree that it could be a misinterpretation of legend.
Everyone knows that Salem once existed, or at least, anyone with a brain knows that. But how are they supposed to free him? Touch a flower to the statue or something? There is no knowledge out there that would have information sufficient enough to raise an evil such as that from bing trapped.
Another thing, the island Aticlon. Who knows it really even exists? Has anyone ever BEEN there? If the blades do not exist, then how could they unlock the way into Aticlon? I think it is absolutely ridiculous. Once someone steps foot on that island, I will retract this statement.
And another thing. The original Dark Hand was disbanded. We burned everything they had, all their books, all their guides, all their leaders... How could they come back together without anyone knowing?
And the Emperor Matashira, bless his heart. He is not a member of the Dark Hand! Look at all he has done for us! Sure, he does some questionable things at times, but has our nation been at war? Does he overtax us? Do we hate him? No! I think we love him, which is why he is still here as our leader.
I found that this is sufficient evidence to stop all those who prosecute the Emperor. The Dark Hand does not exist, which means that Emperor M is really that perfect. So, ladies and gentlemen, avid readers, there is no reason to be afraid for your children. The only murders out there are aligned with the Covenant, and other factions of a similar likeness. Rest easy."
~written by Alkwod Milliad, an influential scientist and alchemist, as well as part time writer for the "Freezing Rain Courier".
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 11:05 am
PARILUS AND THE BANDITS
"One day, in the humble city of Damasses, a traveling merchant came into town. He tried to sell his inventory on the streets, claiming his cargo would make him so much money that he could retire and live as a nobleman for the rest of his life, if he could only make it to Yaroh.
One man, a traveling messenger, spoke to the merchant one day. "Sir, you must be careful. There is a group of bandits in the Crimson Planes that will tear you apart and steal your inventory. Gather some protection before you leave."
No problem, thought the merchant. I will hire some mercenaries with the money I make by selling my inventory here.
But he was unable to sell anything. He realized if he did not leave soon, he would die. So, he went to the king.
He begged the king for a handful of soldiers to protect him. The kind refused. "I will not send my men with you. It is certain doom with the cargo you are carrying!"
The merchant was distraught, but he did not give up. For the next four days, he went to the king to beg for a few soldiers, until finally, on the fifth day, the king gave in.
"Fine." he bellowed at the man, red with anger. "I will send with you my newest and least trained recruit. Now, you will leave tomorrow morning, and never come back to Damasses again."
The merchant felt destroyed. Now he would surely die.
The next morning, a knock came at the merchant's door. A young man stood there, carrying a dagger, a sword, and a pouch with a handful of darts. He looked completely unready for combat, being rather weak. But on the bright side, he was looked nimble, brave and handsome. His name was Parilus.
The merchant took him along. Together they traveled to Yaroh. For days they traveled, and with luck, it was uneventful.
One day they came across a dried river bed. "We should travel inside, in case the bandits are around. They will not see us in there." the merchant said.
But it was a trap. As they traveled inside the riverbed, they were flanked by a group of five bandits. They began pelting the small caravan with stones and sticks.
Just when things started to look bad, two wyverns came swooping out of the sky. On their arched backs were magic users, readying spells to destroy the unlucky couple.
But Parilus had an idea. He used to be a farmer's son, and he was used to dealing with cattle, herding them and wrestling them. He would challenge this wyvern. As the wyvern swooped down to strike the two, Parilus dodged the tail and grappled onto it's body. He thrust himself onto it's back, and in the air, was able to throw the surprised bandit off it's back with a hard throw.
Parilus watched as the man fell. His body fell close to the other men. He also noticed the other wyvern and rider were headed straight for him. So, with a well placed blow, Parilus shoved his dagger into the skull of the wyvern, piercing it's brain. He suddenly began to fall. Parilus jumped off of the wyvern, with careful aim, and landed on the back of the the charging one.
The rider was so surprised, that he had no time to block the blow from the Parilus's right hand. He was knocked out, and fell off the wyvern, to his death below.
The other bandits were not lucky either. They were crushed underneath the weight of the dead wyvern when it crashed down upon them.
Just when everything felt right, Parilus realized he did not know how to fly a wyvern. But he did not panic a moment. He drew his sword and began striking the wyvern's neck with his blade. The wyvern tried to shake him off, but it was no use. Parilus stayed on.
So the wyvern dove into the ground below, and upon impact, began rolling around frantically to crush Parilus. But Parilus was nimble. He leaped off of the wyvern, and drew his throwing darts.
The wyvern howled, and lashed at Parilus with his deadly poisonous tail. Parilus was able to dodge, and with a few well placed throws, penetrated the wyvern's eye, piercing it's brain, which felled the mighty beast.
The bandits were dead, and Parilus was instantly a hero. The merchant thanked him by giving him half the profits he made in Yaroh, which was much. And Parilus returned to Damasses, where he was proclaimed a hero.
So began the adventures of the greatest hero in history, Parilus the Mighty."
~From The Collected Tales of Parilus the Mighty, Vol. I
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:40 pm
Forest of Lost Souls
"Come hither young traveler, let me warn you of the dangers of The Forest of Lost Souls. There are many things that can befall you within the wood, and I shall tell you all of them. Beware young lad, the dangers of the wood are treacherous, and her magic devious indeed. Creatures of all types run rampant here.
Beware the beast who has been alive since the dawn of men. Her flesh be three times as strong as the thickest plate mail cast from mithril. He teeth are said to be sharp as the very blade that struck down Gabriel himself. The beast has been known as a very elusive beast, but food grows scarce now, and she has been known to kill travelers for her children to eat. This beast is called Grendel, and is rumored to be the mother of all beast.
Beware of the Lord of False Presage whom lurks within the wood. Its name is Kincida, and she lurks within the wood with her brethren. Do not take this beast for granted as some dimwitted animal that lurks the area. It is rumored the spider lords have been alive since the dawn of time, and she has had much time to practice her arcane magic, and has many artifacts from traveling magicians who weren't so fortunate.
Beware the entrapment of the spirit of the wood. Their song has been known to encapture you, and lead you further into the thicket of the wood, where its ancient magics run deep. There your very soul shall join the rest of the lost souls of the wood where it will forever dwell captive by its ancient corrupt magic.
Beware the spirit of the lost children. Rumor has it that the bog hag whom stays within the bog was once a beautiful sorceress, and sacrificed the souls of the children to obtain great power. Gia saw this unfit, and punished her for such cruel acts twisting her body into something far horrid, and inhuman, and making her eat like a beast of darkness, feeding off the flesh of men. She has learned an ancient magic in which she can utilize the souls of the children to beckon travelers further into the wood where she dwells.
Beware the small ape-like creatures known as minkeys. They are adorable little buggers at first, till they reveal their second mouth in which it is lined with five rows of razor sharp teeth...each tooth imbued with a venom that can immobilize an appendage struck in mere seconds. A skilled magician/warrior can take out a small group of minkeys (which I must say is quite rare), but beware the beast that follows. A larger of the species is rarely found without a group, and has the same characteristics of its smaller cousin, but it is four times larger than any man, and its strength is legendary.
Last, but not least young travelers...trust no one, for within the wood all things can lead to one's demise. If found within the wood with allies do not feel safe, because at any time any one of them can become bewitched. Also beware the creatures known as mimes...their true form is so hideous that they change their form into something most familiar to you, and lead you away from your group...there they devour you, and perhaps another will take your place to lure another one of your companions from the group.
Oh how do I know all this young travelers? Well that all in all is another story. Me? I'm just a patron trying to help people through the wood. Come with me deeper into the wood, and I shall tell you more of the dangers that can befall me...don't worry...you can trust me, after all...I'm just a ragged old man."
-Mime
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 11:28 pm
Fortuna
By night or flame or morning's voice
Lady Fortuna makes her choice.
She sends the souls to Heaven or Hell
With her voice as clear as a clarion bell.
But do not think to envy her plight
For every day she must fight;
Fortuna is cursed above all others
With compassion for all sisters and brothers.
Her choices are hard, her heart in pain
All for those who die in vain.
The Reaper
A cold wind blows in fog so deep
The Reaper comes while children sleep.
His claws so sharp, his mouth so narrow
Sucking flesh, blood, and marrow
A demon vomited from the Pit
Starved to find a soul to fit.
He rips the soul from every form
A bloody, pointless, painful storm.
To send them all to Satan's door
Where they shall stay forever more.
The Desires
Shrouded in the dark of night
Are three sisters with the gift of sight.
Thought desires knowledge true
So much that her grey matter grew
Too big for her little skull
Which opened up with a simple pull.
Little Memory worked so hard
At being more than just a bard
That she lost just more than her will to harm
She lost both her legs and arm.
The last of the desires is seen to be
A female who most see in "me"
Heartache for a lover now passed
Causing such anguished romance at last.
If you hope to learn your fate
The Desires can tell you your current state;
But beware their words, spoken so uncouth
For they are always the hidden truth.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 10:07 pm
As any human tells you
We will ne're belong
With their reach across the land
Who can say they're wrong?
That is why, year by year
We sing this same old song
With their reach across the land
Who can say they're wrong?
We toil the land we do not own
Punished hard and long
With their reach across the land
Who can say they're wrong
Tradition is out life you see
We must pass it along
With their reach across the land
Who can say they're wrong
They stab us with their mighty spear
And hook us with their prongs
With their reach across the land
Who can say they're wrong
Humans hold the world in their fists
And keep it there year long
With their reach across the land
Who can say they're wrong
- Beastile song of unknown origins
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 12:12 pm
THE LORE OF THE BEAST
Last translation added on: 12/08/07 INTRODUCTIONThe following sections are legends and lore passed down from Beastile generation to generation. It was never written down until Thyrdaes Saelaelas, a famous elven scholar and writer was given permission by the Elder Beastile Brystil Seracuus of the Feline Bestile Faction to record the stories. It is an account of Brystil's stories written word for word as told amongst the late night campfire. Originally written in old Elvish these stories are still being translated, so make sure to check back for any new translations. -Sigara Catsbane, scholar and head librarian of Damasses.THE FIRST OF THE ANIMAL PEOPLEOnce there was the greatest of gods, known to most as Gabriel, who created everything we see before us. The luscious tall grassy plains, the heightless cragged mountains, the knowledgeable trees, and the beautiful sapphire oceans all were the first to come. Pleased with his creation he realized it was missing something and created all of the animals of the lands, skies, and waters so that they could enjoy his precious world. He smiled upon his creations, but still knew that it wasn't enough. Next he created what many revel as his greatest works - the beautiful elven people. With them he placed a portion of the magic used in their creation within their souls, allowing them to work wonders as he himself could. The world was perfect, but eventually Gabriel grew tired of the perfection and the conflict of evil began to rise within the depths of his own soul. Soon he created the humans, but during the tiring creation of these people something happened and he was split into two gods, that of Gabriel and that of Salem. The split gave magic of good and evil to the humans, but only a few of them were able to wield it. Salem grew power hungry and began to create his own creatures of the dark and sprung forth from the lands the demons and vampires. When the two Gods waged war The elven quickly defended Gabriel; but the humans were conflicted and split between the two gods, and soon they began spilling their own families blood in the name of the Gods. Seeing that Salem had too much power, Gabriel came to his first creations the animals and begged them for help. The fox, being wise told Gabriel that he had to give them bodies with which to fight. The wolf being the brute that he was asked for strength beyond that of the men and elves. The tiger knowing the ways of man asked for weapons with which they could defend themselves. And the snake being sly as he was said he would join if they were able to retain all of the things bestowed upon them. Gabriel honored their wishes and gave them bodies that could stand on two feet with strength and weapons with which to fight. He promised the snake that they would be able to retain all of these things as long as Salem never took over. The four of them and their kindred were all transformed into the Animal-People who would one day be known as the Beastiles for their beast like appearance. Eventually the snake was cornered by Salem, and betrayed Gabriel and the other Animal-People by offering to join his army and fight the others. He led a revolt and others joined him until Wolf and Fox found him and ripped him to shreds. They didn't know that Salem had given him another gift, that of the poison that ran through his veins. It turned their minds back to that of the wild animals and they began tearing through the ranks of their human companions before it finally reached their hearts and killed them. Eagle flew back to Gabriel to report what had happened to Wolf and Fox and tell him how Snake had betrayed them all. Gabriel mourned for the two who had defended him and said their spirits would live on forever in those of the Animal-People. THE LEGEND OF ERITHE THE FLIERThe Great War continued to wage between Gabrielle and Salem with blood being shed on all sides. The Eagle and his lover gave birth to a child which they named Erithe the Flier. Upon his birth a weapon of great power was made in honor of Wolf and Fox who had been killed in Snake's betrayal. Two moons were carved from the steel axe head to commemorate the night in which they had died. A sapphire was placed in one for the memory of Wolf's blue eyes and a Ruby for the sleek red coat of Fox's fur was placed in the other. A vile of poison from Snake was then used to coat the steel in order to destroy the evil with their own work. The Axe of the Twin Moons was laid in the hands of the babe, and a bond between Erithe and the blade grew so that no one but a Beastile would ever be able to lift it in battle. Eagle died shortly after his son was born in one of the many battles and Erithe would soon grow in his fathers footsteps. By the age of fourteen circles of the sun Erithe was on the battlefield leading a small army of trained Beastiles into battles against Salem's armies of Demons and dark humans. At such a young age the legend of his victories were already growing and his name spread across the land as the hero of the Beastiles. Every village he rescued sent men with him to join his ever expanding army to fight for the cause of good. It was said that Erithe had been born with war as his soulmate, and that it would always be his true love. When he was eighteen lifecycles he led the army into it's first defeat against an army of strictly demons and vampires. Blood was spilled all over the battlefield on the plains that would one day be named the Crimson Plains for other battles fought there. His army was forced to retreat and Erithe felt the pain of every soldier he lost. Being a general had made him hard at a young age, but for the first time since he could walk a slow stream of tears trickled from his eye and fell to the dirt. It is said that these tears brought forth a tiny sappling from the ground which would one day be known as the Lone Tree. The next day he led the army against the demons again, flanking them from both sides to trap them against the mountain and drive them back to the hell from which they came. Upon the victory Erithe was still not happy. In his grievance he plucked a feather from his wing and buried it in remembrance of the lost soldiers. This became a tradition for Erithe after every battle he fought. It is said that he never smiled after the loss and that his heart had been burdened with the names of every soldier lost under his command. At the age of Twenty Erithe lead four thousand men and eastiles against an army of nearly twenty thousand dark knights that were lead by the evil sorcerer Kral Huragard, one of the most vile of creatures on the planet. Kral had attacked a mountain village of Aerial Beastiles and used his evil sorcery to force the men and women to do his bidding. The sick and twisted man had made the King of the beastile clan rip his wife's wings off and watch her bleed to death. He had tried to get him to do the same to his daughter, but the King managed enough will power to resist. Anger flooded Kral Huragard and he laughed mercilessly as he forced the king to pluck his own eyes from his feathered face and eat them. The blind king had been driven insane by the torture of his people that he threw himself off of the cliff to end the torment. Erithe had been too late to save the poor old man as he had watched him throw himself from the heights. Quickly he and his men scaled the mountain to catch Kral with a surprise attack. Having heard of the legends of Erithe Kral tried to use his shadowy command on the hero but was shocked to find it was futile. A battle between the two left Erithe too distant to get a good strike in. As Kral sent a blast of magic towards him Erithe saw his chance and threw the Twin Moon Axe directly at his foe as the blast hit him. Having just used such a large portion of his strength the evil sorcerer could not counter and was driven backwards as the axe split his head and he fell backwards, dead on impact. Everyone under his controlling hex was released; the princess and small mountain kingdom had been saved. Erithe had not counted on waking up from that blow, but he did days after the battle with the sorcerer with the beautiful princess looking over him as his eyes slid open. Apparently she had been a very skilled healer and had stopped the death spell in his right ear, causing deafness in that ear but otherwise Erithe had been healed to perfection. He fell in love with the princess and they conceived a child, but time was short and he had to rejoin the fight or let evil prevail. A wedding ceremony was performed the day before his departure. When he left he had no idea that he would never again lay eyes upon his wife or his unborn child. Three months passed with more battles won and lost when Erithe and his army had been forced to retreat where they were cornered against what is now known as the Duragorm Peaks. Erithe had sent most of his army away before that day as reinforcements on another field and he was left with only five hundred men to face three thousand demons. Knowing that they would all die the army remained fearless and embraced their fate. Every single one of them did what they could to fight off Salem's spawn of wickedness. Erithe tried to fly above the demons to gain a better vantage point, but he had been noticed. Dodging arrows and spells mid flight most of the demons began to concentrate on the brave commander and the few still living who had followed him were able to break through the weakest point of the enemies line and find safety. Finally an archer hit his mark and caught Erithe in his left wing, flipping him over midflight so that the Twin Moon Axe dropped from the heights to remain undiscovered in the mountain range. When they had found Erithe they tried to get him to repent and turn towards their side, but Erithe vowed that he would never defend the wicked Salem. They plucked all of his feathers from his body and cut off his wings and he still refused to turn sides. When he still denied to wage war for Salem a wizard put a curse on him and it is said that he died slowly over the next month in extreme pain as his body slowly burned itself apart from within.
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