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PostPosted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:30 am


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::Glossary::
1~ Biography
2~ Personal Notes
3~ Skills and Talents
4~ Possessions
5~ Encounters


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((The following information is quoted from the D&D sourcebook 'Drow of the Underdark'))

ALBINO DROW (SZARKAI)
The dark elves are bad enough, but some legends speak of
an even more sinister and deadly foe—drow who resemble
surface elves and can walk among them undetected. Called
szarkai (pronounced zahrk-eye), these enigmatic drow are
natural spies.

Szarkai (whose name means “ghost spiders”) are rare mutants
in the deep confi nes of drow cities who appear perfectly
natural in other surroundings—especially those on the surface.
Thus, albino drow receive intense training in espionage
almost from birth.

Ecology

These albinos appear only rarely, representing one-hundredth
of one percent of the drow population. Other drow hold them
in some awe, and the birth of one is considered a blessing to
the family. They are called “ghost spiders” to signify the boon
of Lolth.

Whether through inbreeding or the intentional dabbling
of the Spider Queen, szarkai tend to appear more frequently
among the noble houses than among the lower castes. Their
existence is hidden from all but the highest-ranking drow who
have a need to know. Szarkai are largely sequestered from drow
life, being are too valuable to risk losing to a casual murder
when out among the riffraff. Although they are physically
safer than other drow, their lot in life is no less harsh and corrupting.
Szarkai receive the personal attentions of the cruelest
priestesses and most Machiavellian of nobles.


Typical Physical Characteristics: Other drow often consider
szarkai to be a separate race, but the two kinds of elves
are genetically identical except for the szarkai’s pale skin and
red eyes. This popular opinion has some basis in fact, though:
Some szarkai have subtle deformities, such as hairlessness,
gnarled, clawlike hands, or small fangs.

Environment: Although szarkai are born and nurtured
in the underground cities of the drow, they can be found in
any setting as befits the nature of their missions. Often an
albino drow lives among surface elves or in cities where elves
are common.

Alignment: Like many of their kin, albino drow are often
neutral evil. Szarkai cultivate cold patience, and few drow are
as skilled at subtle and cruel intrigues.

Society

When szarkai have completed their training and have demonstrated
the necessary skills to carry out their missions, they are
deployed to the surface in deep cover assignments. There, they
ingratiate themselves with the surface folk when furthering
the agenda of their drow masters and of Lolth.
These agents provocateur are always long-term visionaries,
since their missions can last for lifetimes among the lesser races. Their assignments might be simple informationgathering
and relay, reconnaissance of the physical and
political landscape, forming a sleeper cell for some future
act of sabotage or violence, or quietly manipulating those
around them to turn potential allies against one another or
to keep surface communities small and weak. Rarely is one
of these agents dispatched to perform anything so pedestrian
as an assassination; the chance of discovery is too high, and
the removal of any specifi c individual among the surface
races too insignifi cant, to be of any real value to the drow.
Rather, these master spies weave webs of intrigue that are so
thinly stretched across such a span of time as to be virtually
invisible. Szarkai studiously avoid liches, since the undying
spellcasters are adept at piercing their disguises and guessing
their plots.


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PostPosted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:38 am


:: Biography ::


~ Divintra's Mother Vanishes (Age 53)

~ Glikkak the Goblin makes life difficult for Divintra

~ Divintra has a strange dream and wakens to find his glass ball.

~ Glikkak dies.

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PostPosted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:40 am


:: Personal Notes::


~ Divintra is currently 60 years old (roughly 15 years Human standard).

~ Divintra follows a strict code of Survival above all else.

~ Divintra prays daily to Vahraun.

~ Divintra's prayers never ask anything of his God. They consist of vows of service and loyalty as well as personal goals in his gods name.

~ Divintra's favorite food is spiced fish.

~ Divintra does not like drinking alcoholic beverages. He may on occassion though.

~ Divintra currently lives in the slums of Menzoberazzan.

~ Divintra currently has a reputation as a reliable Courtier.

~ Parantage: Mother: Kiealiy (Deceased) Father: Unknown
PostPosted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:57 am


::Skills and Talents::


((Divintra's powers are based off 3ed Edition Dungeouns and Dragons. A useful link concerning his Class can be found Here ))

A PDF Guide can be found Here that lists a good deal of the spells that Divintra will be able to learn. As time passes I will transfer exactly what spells he can cast into this section. I'm just being lazy right now and collecting information at the moment.

Divintra's Divine Domains are: Knowledge, and Trickery.

I gauge his abilities as about a Level 4 Cleric at this time.

Definate spells that Divintra currently Has:

~ Guidance (Lvl 0) This spell grants the subject minor insight in accordance to a single action. IE: When to swing a sword, which item to pick out of a selection, ect.

~ Read Magic (Lvl 0) This spell allows the subject to read magical books and scrolls that might be protected by spells.

~ Detect Poison (Lvl 0) This spell allows the caster to determin if a subject or item might be poisoned. It also allows the caster to determin what kind of poison it is.

~ Comprehend Languages (Lvl 1) This spell allows the caster to understand all languages spoken or written by the subject or object touched.

~ Detect Evil (Lvl 1) This spell allowws the caster to detect the aura of a evil creature. He may detect the number of evil auras as well as the strength.

~ Detect Good (Lvl 1) As the spell Detect Evil.

~ Detect Law (Lvl 1) As the spell Detect Evil.

~ Detect Chaos (Lvl 1) As the spell Detect Evil.

~ Detect Undead (Lvl 1) As the spell Detect Evil.

~ Omen of Peril (Lvl 1) The caster gains a momentary vision of the danger they are in for the next hour. The three possible answers the caster will recieve are 'Safety' 'Peril' and 'Great Danger'

~ Scholars Touch (Lvl 1) The caster can 'Read' one touched book. His understanding is equal to what he would have gained if he had read the book normally. If the book is in a language or code the caster can not understand then he gains nothing from the book. This spell does not work on Magic books or scrolls.

~ Augury (Lvl 2) Learn if the action taken in the next 30 minutes will result in 'Good results' 'Bad results' 'Both' or 'Nothing'. Repeat castings by the same person on the same target will always have the same readings.

~ Divine Insight (Lvl 2) The caster gains a divine insight in accordance to the use of any skills. Such as climbing a wall, balancing across a rope, swimming through a river, ect.

~ Status (Lvl 2) Monitors the position and condition of any one subject within a specific range.

~ Find Traps (Lvl2) Allows the caster to detect any traps in their immediate area.

~ Blessed Sight (Lvl 3)As the spell Detect Evil, but allows the caster to detect evil objects and spells as well. It also requires no concentration and allows the caster to encompass a range of his normal sight.

~ Chain of Eyes (Lvl 3) This spell allows the caster to look through the eyes of a single target that they have touched for as long as they hold concentration. If the target touchs another individual the caster may switch to peering through that targets eyes. This transferance may continue as long as the caster wishes. The target is unaware of the caster and the caster can do nothing to control or impact the target.

~ Locate Node (Lvl 3) The caster can detect the distance and direction of all earth nodes within a 1 mile radius.

~ Locate Object (Lvl 3) The caster senses the direction of a object within his range. He may only locate unique objects if he has seen it personally once before.

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PostPosted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:33 pm


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Idol: 7 inch tall statuette made of black stone. Carved to resemble a drow male, but with no face. It's clothing is nearly worn off but has hints of a detailed design and it's ears are nearly rounded from age. This idol is used by Divintra in his prayers to Vahrune.

Glass Ball: 8 inchs in diameter, the ball is made of black glass that reflects a purple hue. This gazing ball is Divintra's focus for his visions.

Journal: A 7x5 inch booklet with thin metal plates as the covers and bound with leather ties. It is unremarkable in quailty and does not bare any designs.

Holy Symbol of Vhaerun: On a thin copper chain Divintra wears what appears to be a copper coin. On the front is a simple engraving of a outstretched spider web. On the back the symbol of Vhaerun, a demi-mask with a whisp of smoke, is engraved. This holy symbol is tucked beneath Divintra's shirt for safekeeping.

User ImageMist Form Companion: This small creature is made of pure mist. It is roughly four inches in length, though that can change at times in the presence of natural mist or steam. It is shaped like a small drow female, with a pair of wings and mouse ears and tail. It was a gift from Valin after she saw how fascinated Divintra was with her own mists. The creature is bonded to Divintra and rarely flutters too far away from him. It has a sense of sentiance to it and has a habit of mothering him.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:39 pm


::Role Play Archive::


Just another Job Divintra meets Shrisin.
Special Delivery Divintra delivers to a weirded out Shaman Micar'al . o-0''
Randomness (In Progress) Divintra crosses paths with Naddaer.
Mamas Love? (Divintra travels to Gualli to deliver a letter to Taliesin)
Sharp Delivery Divintra meets Shri, a strange archer.
Along the Shores of the Glimmersea Divintra meets a Mist Mage named Valin and gains a companion.
Return to the Shores (In Progress)
I am not a Plushie! (In Progress)
The Messenger (In Progress)
Meetings
Didn't see that coming (In Progress)
A Demanding Job

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:45 pm


:: Color Key's ::


Divintra's Prayers to his God

Divintra's Journal Entries

Divintra RP and Mini-Solos


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A sketch of Divintra with Lin by: >.<'' I forgot! I'm pretty sure it was neko who did this for me. I -love- how his eyes just pop in the pic.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:48 pm


Divintra Prolouge


A little black stone man. It's surface smooth and shiny from being handled, his pointed ears slightly rounded, the details of his carved clothing rubbed nearly invisable. His face is featureless, though this was no result of time or handling. Divintra's earliest memory is holding this stone man in his small hands. His fingers too short to completely wrap around the man's body, so he held it clasped tightly with both hands. His skin such a contrast against the blackness of the stone. A pair of larger slender hands were pressed over his own. He remembers his head bowed and his white hair was annoyingly hanging in his eyes. He could not reach up to push it back though, for he had to hold onto that small stone man tightly.

He remembers a soft warm voice whispering in his ears. He was sitting in her lap, that too is recalled, so those warm black arms held him so close to a soft chest.

"We pray, Our Lord, to find those opportunities that present themselves to us. That we might live another day to spread Your Name. We pledge our lives to Your Purpose, may we never falter upon Your path. May we never fail You. May those followers of She of the Web be struck down and Her power weakened that You may rise up to your True place. Our Lord Vahrune we pray one day to be of use to Your Plan."

Words...whispered so softly into his ears. The warm sweet breath washing over him. Divintra remembered so keenly this memory. It was warm and full of comfort. It was his first memory and most cherished of them all.

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:49 pm


Journal Entry One

As I am of the tender age fifty two, I have decided to invest some of my coin into purchasing a journal. This journal is to be my solace. My comfort. My unspeaking ear to the pains of my heart and soul.

It has been three times Narbondal has been renewed, and Mother has not returned to our shared shack. I do not search the streets for her though. I know that if I were to find her I would be greviously affected. My misery at her dissappearence is what has prompted me to purchase this little journal, so that it may serve as a salve to the things I wish very much I could trust in another to speak.

Though it is with the knowledge that someone some day may read, and in turn most likely burn, this journal. I pray that it will be done so well after I have passed from life. Not too difficult of a prayer to have faith in considering where I live! The slums of Menzoberazzan are extremly unkind. Particularly to a young boy barely a man. The predators of this city may well descend upon me at any moment, even as I write this page!

I am no warrior, I am no rouge. I am no wizard or sorcerer either. I am not much of anything. Mother tried to teach me her trade. That which requires stealth and guile. I can not honestly say I have no talent for the trade. I never applied myself to her lessons. Thievery has never held a interest in me. Should I find a object carelessly left unguarded, and should I know for certain that no guard or wrathful owner will be able to suspect me for the theft, I of course will help myself. However, I am not born for such sneaky acts.

I stand out too well, I am too noticeable. I am pale as the fish in the lake. A ugly color I have heard compared with our surface cousins complexion. I have seen a few of these surface elves, and I agree. I am as pale as they are. It is not a rare thing for a stranger to assume I am a mixed blood b*****d. I wonder if maybe this is so? I do not know who my father may have been, and my Mother would never speak to me of him.

"Hush now Divintra. You are not ready for such answers yet." She would often tell me when I pressed her for something. A name even! Now it is too late, it will never be time for me to know.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:52 pm


Journal Entry Two

This has been a fretful week. I had never realized just how much my mother took care of me. Her thievery provided us with many small luxurys I had never completely took note of. For instance, the tenant building to my right is run by a nasty goblin named Glikkak. Those who would live in his building pay him weekly some sort of tribute. Today a pair of his lackies paid me a visit. It was very unpleasent. They knocked about the shack like a pair of rutting rothes and broke nearly every piece of furniture I had. All because I did not have enough coins to pay! Where am I going to get a silver!? Honestly! How am I supposed to afford their 'protection'? I have worked tirelessly this past week to try and make even a portion of that. All I managed to obtain was twenty copper, two small smoked fish, and a square of black mossweave cloth. When the lackies came again I explained That I simply did not have the skill to obtain so much coin as was demanded of me.

They took all I had earned that week, and dragged me in to Glikkak. I do mean dragged too. They each took a ankle and delighted in dragging me on my belly up the stairs to the top floor of that damn pit. When I was dropped at Glikkak's feet, the first thing I noticed, with a great pang of envy, was what sorts of riches he had. He had a bed on a raised podium that was filled with all sorts of pillows and blankets. There was a tray of smoked rothe meat and fish held by a nasty little gnome for him to pick at. He had several sacks of what I suspected were coins piled up behind him to serve as a chair back. He had so much! This nasty dim witted lesser creature! And now he was going to steal from me everything I had worked so hard to collect!

Glikkak enjoyed his stalking and exaggerated posturing over me. I assumed it was mostly a show for his little group of obediant tag alongs, as well as an attempt to intimidate me more. In actuality the more he postured the more incensed I grew. Who was this ugly green worm who thought he was better then I? I might be blighted with a pale coloring, but at least i was still a elf reguardless! I could wrap my skin in cloth and conceal my sickly appearance, there was nothing he could do to change the fact he was of a lesser species!

I calmly held my tongue. Amid the false generosity of his supposed kidness and his demeaning belittlement by calling me things such as Fungus and Fishbelly. I surprised myself a little with how well I handled my temper. Though i was angry and I would have loved the opportunity to lash out at that...that toad of a beast. I did not give my thoughts away by either word or action. In the end Glikkak took everything. He added my coins to his pile. He ate my fish. He tossed my cloth upon the floor like a rag. These things he said would cover the cost of my safety nestled against his building. Since it was I alone now he said the cost for my...rental...would be lowered to just a mere thirty copper a week.

I said nothing, not even a false word of gratitude. I suppose that may have been the cause of the beating I took after being excorted out of that foul pit. It wasn't too heavy of a beating, so I suspect the thugs had not wished to break me. A broken boy did not provide good profits for their leige lords greed.

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:53 pm


Journal Entry Four

Narbondal is neigh close to a renewal and only now have I found time to sit down and record my thoughts again to these pages. I have been consumed these past three days with finding some manner to escape from the demands of Glikkak. He has summoned me nearly every day! He asks me if my mother has returned yet. He asks me if I have gathered much coin or goods yet. How can I work if my time is wasted being dragged by the ears to that toads presence! Now, more then ever, I am glad for the loose stone hiding place where I keep this journal and my other prescious items. I am certain he would have taken my idol by now, reguardless of the time I still have left to collect him his coins.

It is frustrating and makes me furious. I do not know what accord Glikkak had with my mother. Why did she not tell me anything!? I am ill prepared for the void she has left behind. I am angry at her and I curse her for her abandonment.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 5:57 pm


Journal Entry Four

My stomach burns. I feel hungry and weak. All I wish to do is lie here in my ragged bed and sleep. Glikkak has taken his tribute from me. I had only managed to earn twelve coppers, so he took what food I had and he has removed the bedding that once belonged to my mother for his own. Though I have felt such anger at her lately, now I feel a deep sadness too. I wish for her return. I wish for her to hold me in her arms and to once more whisper her assurances to me. 'Hush Divintra. Now is not the time.' I can almost hear her speaking to me. I can almost feel ber breath on my neck. What I would not give to have her hands over mine as we pray.

Despite my longing for her, and my misery, and my hunger; I do not allow these things to stop me from my prayers to my God. Mother often told me, it is during the times when things are hardest that you must put forth more effort to remain consistant in my devotion. She said that this is how I prove that I am strong. I think I can understand what she means by this. I wonder if she knew how hard it would be for me eventually? It is not as if she had known her death would come for her though. She would not have left me with so many unfulfilled promises.

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:05 pm


Journal Entry Five

I despise that toad of a goblin. It has been two months now that I have endured his indulgant nature. Now though he has gone too far.

As has been usual, Glikkak had me summoned to his obese presence. I endured his verbal berating over not having produced the thirty copper, yet again. I have not once managed to earn that amount of coin since he has demanded it of me. My shack is all but bare now of a single ratty blanket. He even took the smashed furniture as firewood!! Were it not for my hiding place I know he'd have taken it all! Now he is intending to take the roof of my shack! It is insulting and frustrating! This is my home! My home! This is what I have left of my mother! And it shall be gone all too soon!

The Gods damned warty pig had the nerve to touch me. Even as he was speaking or tearing down my shack to cover the missing portion of my tribute to him. His ugly green hand wrapped it's foul little fingers around my shoulders. I surpressed as best I could a shudder as he pulled me in close to him. His nasty yellowed teeth bared in a vile grin.

'Fungus' he said, as this is the name he deems to call me by. 'Fungus dear boy. I'm afraid your utterly useless to me. Your tribute is always short, and what goods I've taken from you stilld oesn't even cover what you owe me. I am afraid I have little choice now.'

Honestly, if I had not been so sickened by being so near to him I would have lashed out and landed a punch upon that bulbous green nose of his.

'You have three days left to make up what you woe me Fungus. Elsewise I'll take my money out of your flesh. A scrappy b*****d like you won't fetch much in the market but it should be enough to nearly cover what you owe me.'

I do not fear Glikkak. I want to make this very clear. His threats of sale did not scare me. He could have sold me the day he learned my mother was not around to protect me anymore. In fact I am not so surprised that this has come about. What I do feel is a dark anger for the b*****d. I lack the power to lash out at him. With his thugs and a building full of subserviant chunts I do not have a chance against him.

Should I run I am certain Glikkak will offer some reward to one of his filthy minions to track me down. How hard is it to find a white skinned drow with purple eyes? I have to come up with some sort of plan, but I am not certain what.

Mother...I should have listened better to your lessons.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:13 pm


Journal Entry Six

Journal, I have had a dream.

I was standing upon a dark road. The path was winding and shifting like a live thing. Each step I took caused it to flutter and shift. I will admitt that in my dream I found this pleasent. I would step to the left, then the right. I hopped and even skipped. I enjoyed watching the way the path fluttered chaotically in response.

However, I was still lost in a darkness and I could not see where I was going. It was as I realized that I could not see where I was going that I noticed the man standing by my side. I do not know when he appeared, and I could not see him very well. All I can clearly recall was the fact he was smiling. It was really more of a grin actually. Like someone who had seen something that no one else had noticed just yet.

I stopped my playing, for what other word could I have for what I was doing? I remember keenly the man, he seemed quite tall in my dream, speaking to me.

'Where are you going child?' He asked me. I looked down the path and tried to recall. Where was I going?

'I do not know. I can't remember.' I amswered quite honestly. In a dream I think you have no choice but to be honest. It doesn't occur to you to be dishonest. This man seemed to find this amusing as well. Why though? I do not know what was so amuseing!

'Come sit with me child. Let us see where you are heading.' The man sat down upon the road and gestured for me to sit with him. In my dream I remember doing something so very strange. I crawled into this mans lap as I would have with my mother. Though I can assure you the feeling was not the same as with my mother. I think maybe in my dream I was hoping to find that feeling again. Not even in my dreams can i find her I guess.

As I sat there in this man's lap, he reached around me and placed a black ball made of glass into my hands. I was confused by this. 'What is this for? I'm too old to play with such toys.' I said to the man.

I could hear his laughter at my words. 'This is no toy child. Look into the glass, tell me if you see anything within it.'

I thought perhaps there was some hidden image or item in the glass, so I began to turn it in my hands. I serached hard to find something in that ball. My eyes I narrowed and my brow I furrowed. At first I saw nothing. At first. Then it changed! The ball changed and I saw a image appear. It was as if someone had suddenly lit up a candle within it's center! I saw a building...no..I saw Glikkak's building. That foul building was belching smoke though. Flames poured from windows and the ask blackened the air about the building. I saw figured wreathed in flame toppling from some of the upper windows. Their bodies struck the stone ground with a sickening crack. Blood and flame and bone filled the ball.

I had not been expecting such a sight, and I am ashamed to admitt that in my dream (Strange that I would be ashamed of what happened in my dream eh?) I screamed and thrust the ball away from me.

I closed my eyes and turned my head away, yet even as I pushed the ball away I felt a pair of very strong hands slap over my own. They had a strength in them that sort of made the backs of my hands sting. His grip was strong. Fierce I would say, and his fingers dug into mine as he made me hold onto that terrible ball.

He said something to me. His words stung my ears as he spoke and I felt myself shaken to my very core. When I awoke I could not recall these words he spoke to me. A lingering sense of fear and terrible certainty remained with me as I laid upon that hard floor. It still clings to me. Like a shadow that can not be shaken. I am trying so hard to remember those words he spoke, but I am distracted by something even more disturbing then the forgotten conversation.

The ball that I had clasped in my dream sits before me now. I have not touched it out of fear that I shall somehow cause another vision of death to appear. I question my sanity at this moment. I wonder if I have somehow become struck with delusions due to the stress of my current position. Yet there it sits. Glinting in the candlelight with a sudective and false softness.

There is another thought that tries to flicker to the surface of my mind. I have tried not to acknowledge it out of shame. I can not hide it from myself though. Was it Him? Had I dreamed of my God? If so I have completely made a fool of myself! Acting like a small child in play! Acting like a toddler seeking his mothers embrace! Acting like a coward in the face of something frightening. My stomach twists at these thoughts. I can not deny there is something to this dream. The presence of this glass ball is the only thing that proves that this is something more then a strange dream.

What did he say to me? How could I have forgotten his words!? As I look at this ball my mind is filled with such anxiety.

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 9:21 pm


Journal Entry Seven

I would say that I wish pain and torment upon Glikkak. I would also say that I wish to fade into obscurity so that no others like him would prove threatening to me.

I would never believe that for all my wishes something would answer them.

This day was to be the final day for my freedom. I had only made a total of nine coins in the two days that had been given to me. As I had written before, I dared not run. There are some things you can not run from. Mother always reminded me of this. She said it was very important that I learn when to run and when to allow the flow of events to carry me. If I fight the flow I will become trampled, and that would make me worthless to our God.

So it was that I had accepted that Glikkak would either bully me into working harder for him or he would follow through on his threat of sale. Either way I was set to endure whatever occured.

When I approched the street I lived upon, a unpleasent smoke wafted over me. It stung my eyes and caught in the back of my throat. I waved the smoke away and stepped into a side street to wait for the smoke to clear. It parted just moments following, and such a sight I can not describe properly unveiled itself to me!

Glikkak's slum was caught aflame. The light produced by these fires was so bright it scorched my eyes. I saw (just as had been in my vision diary!) forms toppling from windows filled with smock. I could hear so well the splattering crunch their bodies made when they struck the ground. I was sickened by the reality of it. Gorge rose up in my throat, but I kept my stomach strong and did not succumb. I will write also that I witnessed a very satisfying end to Glikkak. I saw his unmistakable girth topple from the highest window. He was not aflame however. In fact, I wonder if he jumped at all? He screamed as he fell. A long wailing cry that ended with just as loud a thump as all the rest. I swear I even imagined I felt a tremble under my little feet after he struck the ground.

What is most amazing, my diary, is that after the flames burnt themselves to coals...my little hut was untouched. In fact, though Glikkak's building is nothing more then mere rubble...the section of wall that my hut is jammed against remains unharmed. I am free of that loathsome pig! I shall need not worry for his presence every again! I have never been bothered by the tenets of the other building, and I doubt they will bother me now. How fortunate this has all proven for me! My coins are now mine and I feel more light hearted then I can recall for months!
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