The return of Mikey, Part I

Mikey opens his eyes to a world of pain. All he sees are bright lights so he quickly closes his eyes again and returns to his sleep. The next day he wakes up again and feels a little better. He lifted his head and looked around the room. The only light in the room comes from a flame floating above the doorway. There is a table against the back wall with armor piled upon it. After a few moments he realizes that it is all of his equipment. He hears a noise from the door and looks over to see a dark figure enter. He is tall and completely covered in a black cloak. The dark man draws back his hood to reveal a human face. "Tell me where I am and who you are," demands Mikey. The dark man chuckles, "You are safe and alive. YOu should be more thankful. Do you even remember what happened?" Mikey takes a few moments and tries to figure out what the man is talking about. "apparently not," the dark man says. "Well let me explain, and then maybe you'll be more grateful! It all happened 7 months ago. "Acting like your normal self you picked a fight with a few wizards who were beyond even your strength to handle. They attacked you and the battle became viscous. An entire town was destroyed when one of their spells went awry. "Somehow you were able to kill two of them, but it was nto enough. You were defeated. They left you for dead in the mountains where you fought. And in fact, I'm not too sure that you didn't die out there. "A loyal servant of Nisstyre had witnessed the battle and took the news to a temple of loyal followers. We found you and brought you back here to attempt to heal you. "For days everything we tried to use failed. We lost all hope, but then a strange fellow who refused to give his name came to the temple. He claimed he could heal you and demanded to see you. "We had nothing else to try so we let him attempt whatever he thought would help. He locked himself in your room for 9 hours. The most horrid sounds I've ever heard came from behind that door. "We have no clue what he did, but it worked. When he left, you were alive and your condition had improved slightly. From there we handled the rest. "You have been asleep since then. Your body has fnially healed enough for you to wake and perhaps return to your life... although you will fid your world changed dramatically." It took Mikey a few minutes to take it all in. He had been defeated in a battle he didn't even remember. "We decided that you must be told this as soon as you awoke," the words of the cleric interrupted Mikey's thoughts. "The Church of Nightmares has fallen apart. WE were forced to flee the temple and hide out. "We were barely able to get you out before the tample fell. There are barely any true believers left out there." Mikey reeled as if he had been physically struck. "No! How could this be? You're lying!! I will kill you!" Mikey attempted to stand, but was too weak and fell back against the bed. "It is true, Mikey. Please, just give us last few some hope and say that you will stay true to Nisstyre! Do not turn your back on him as did the others!" For some reason he couldn't understand, Mikey believed the clerics words. "I am tired. I need to sleep. Leave me!!" Mikey shouted the last words in rage as he collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. continued later...

a bit of current info on irvine

Walking through the woods towards Westbridge one afternoon from visiting a friend by the name of Ariah Surefoot, Irvine found himself accosted by a band of vicious and feral orcs. These orcs ravaged him and did...well..horrible things to his bum, left him for dead near the great oak. He was found, beaten bloodied and shamed, but a young human woman and taken in, His wounds were healed and she set him out again, without so much as giving her name. upon returning to Westbridge and his rooms at the inn, he spent some time in reflection and decided that the woman must have been an angel sent to him from the new god of the people who called themselves 'Christians'. Irvine then repented to this god and devoted himself to learning the ways of this new god who so obviously presented himself to Irvine in the form of the human woman with the long ebony hair. within days Irvine had set himself to becoming a devout christian, a good samaritan in any way that he could be.

The Past Pt. I ("Kossuth's Blessing, Chauntea's Curse") Repost

It had begun centuries ago, he supposed. After one has been dead for so long, it is difficult to guess when one last drew breath. As many half-orcs are, he was the product of rape. Nestled between two mountain peaks at the spine of the world, his barbarian village had always been subject to infrequent raids by the orcish hordes. It was during one of these raids that his mother had been so brutally molested. Nine months later, he was born. Many of his tribesman blamed him for his mother's death. So strongly did his mother's sister believe this that on the very night of his birth, she threw him out into the cold to die, even as his mother's life-blood seeped out between her legs. Death did not claim him that night, however, as some other tribesmen spotted the bundle of cloth that so poorly sheltered him. He was taken to the tribal shaman, a man well-versed in the healing arts, as well as compassion. The shaman took him in and raised him as his own. He grew up differently than other children of the village- not just because of his orcish heritage- but also because of his hair. Tales surrounded him of his mother- the woman blessed by Kossuth with hair of fire, yet cursed by Chauntea. He had inherited his mother's fiery hair, revered among his tribe as a divine blessing. And he had also inherited the visage of his father, reviled by his people as the face of the enemy. Baleful glares followed his every step, yet none dared strike at him for fear of divine retribution. All of this changed when he came of age to be a warrior.

Street Racing [Part. 1]

The night shone brightly as the stars came out to play, motes of light twinkling in the midnight sky. A single flock of birds flapped their wings lazily as they flew smoothly over the vast expanse of land known to travellers as the Eastern Road. Slowing their flight, their primitive eyes alert, they glanced down at the murky city, makou gas vapors wafting away from lamps that glowed eerily against the night sky. A single humming noise brought the whole flock's attention towards the south, a reverberating sound that couldn't be heard by ears, but could be felt within the teeth and jawbones of every bird flying that night over the city of Westbridge. Two airships appeared, one of them white with silver lines streaming down it's beautiful form, the other solid clad metallic blue, with black stripes running like a tiger down it's azure hull. Diving into a barrel roll, the white one, zipped ahead of the other one and came inches away from slamming full force into the flock of birds in it's path. "AHHHH SHIT!!!!" could be heard even down in the city below, as Kyarn spun the steering wheel hard down, pulling his ship into a nose dive straight for Market Square. The other ship lazily floated down after it, like a righteous teacher scolding it's student, and parked next to the Westbridge beacon. Sliding the hatch door to the side, Dartanion strode out of his ship yawning, awaiting his friend to return. Meanwhile farther down below, even beneath some of the lighter cumulus clouds, Kyarn's ship had finally leveled out, right before slamming and destroying the Healing Wound Inn, to the cries of the brash young adventurers that used it as a home base. His back end seconds from clipping the roof of the Inn, the boy, his face determined, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and pulled hard back on the steering wheel, causing the ship to lurch upwards. Dartanion watched from above, shaking his head. "What a showoff," he muttered, his black trenchcoat sweeping the floor of the beacon. Turning the music on in his ship, he closed his eyes and sat back in his seat, the bass of a premium audio system built by Heifong Audio causing the gold coins in his cup holder to jingle around methoidically. A blast of cold air blew in through the door, and Dartanion swore, pulling his trenchcoat tighter over his scrawny body, and stumbled out the hatch, hurling a coin at Kyarn's airship. "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG," he yelled, over the scream of Kyarn's turbocharged makou engines. These too died slowly away, and the hatch to the airship opened, sliding up and out. Caia and Kyarn stumbled out of the hatch, a bottle of Ulaver wine in the Kyarn's hand, Caia laughing, and pushing Kyarn teasingly as he stumbled into Dartanion's grasp. "I know you didn't let him drink. There's a big match tonight, and he's gonna need all of his wits if he's gonna beat the competitors. Shit, the way he is now, he doesn't have a ghost of a chance to even beat me." Caia snorted, and turned away. "I didn't do it, it was his little wifey, she made him drink, i swear." Dartanion eyed her suspiciously, and took the bottle from the wildly giggling child. "Kyarn, where's Vortigan, and isn't he racing tonight?" Kyarn shook his head. "He ran into Dalamar's ship, and the front end is all fucked up. It should be easy enough to fix, just some body damage, the engine's still good. I'll check the oil levels while i'm at it, but not right now, my head hurts like a muthah!"

Introduction to the Pax

A stranger walks into the Blue Moon Tavern, which a HalfOrc is standing in, looking out the window. This stranger seems to look at the HalfOrc with some extreme interest. The HalfOrc starts speaking first, the words coming out of his mouth to the human. "Welcome Demortes. By joining the forces of the Pax, you have sworn to protect the world, from the force we know as Ragnarok." "I have already agreed to this Krogenar," stated the human, "but if I must, I will agree again. I will do anything within my power to protect those in need from the Rok." Krogenar smiles, as Demortes looks at Krogenar and the surroundings. There is a small emblem on the wall. With a closer look at the multi colored ropes, which come to form a knot, Demortes thought to himself, "Is that a knot?" Krogenar nods. "How did you know the thoughts going through my head?" Demortes had asked. "You were examining it closely, and others have asked the same question." Demortes smiled at Krogenar. Demortes goes back to check out the room. It was a smaller room, one of the small rooms of the building. "If you can, please leave now, I have other things to attend." Krogenar turns to the window, looking at the sky above the realms. Demortes smiles at the short, about 5 feet is Demortes' guess, HalfOrc. Demortes leaves through the closed door, without opening it. Demortes chuckles. His fangs are visable now. "We shall see who wins this fight now." Demortes finds a near window, and looks at The Rok. "Your going down."

Meeting in Polaris

Elbryan Stepped back into his town and Looked around. Rememberin the sweet smells of the place. And at the same time remembering the god forsaken cold that was over this city year round. As Elbryan was about to round a corner he heard voices. Voices he had not heard in a long time. Kohrin and Atandella were standing in the City Center. He could catch most of what was said. They were discussing where a good place to put the city hall would be. Nobody knew that Elbryan was back in town yet and He kind liked it that way, but business needed to be taken care of. "I know where we can put the Town Hall." Elbryan says as he rounds the corner. Both Tandy and Kohrin jump back at the sight of him, and when the inital shock is gone agree to see the place that Elbryan has in mind. Elbryan leads them Down Crescent street And then on a northern street untill They reach an abandoned warehouse. "Kossuth himself showed me this building shortly before I left. I was not afforded the opportunity to tell you about it before I had to leave." said elbryan as he looked at the building. Then He looks at Tandy and says, "Im sorry for dissapearing again... My former life keeps calling me away. I think Things are resolved now. I shouldn't be dissapearing again for a long time...." Then Elbryan looks at his feet. and Tandy Lifts Elbryans head and says, "All that matters is that you are alive and here with us now. Nothing else matters." "Thank you Tandy" says Elbryan. "Here let me show you two the structure as it stands now."

Good Vs. Evil

Twas a cool day at the Market Square and I was resting on the park bench trying perticularly hard not to be noticed yesterday when I saw a series of odd events that I could not fathom. A large group of the PaX was fighting what looked like a group of the Dragon's Hoard. The PaX seemed to have the upper hand and as I have often noticed the dragon's hoard lost a member or two and stopped comming out. It looked as if the PaX had won when several Shadow Thieves started to attack Cyclonas, the sage of the PaX. This is where I could no longer understand what was happening. It was my understanding that the Shadow Thieves were a mercenary group and not one to attack at random a large group that they had no apparent buisness attacking. If this seemed odd up till now the next part will seem the strangest. At this point a member of the Good clans that were fighting would no longer fight against the Thieves because of a friendship that she had with one or more of the thieves. This seemed to confuse the allied clans more than one could immagine when She started talking good of the Thieves attacking the Pax and actually going so far as to say that the Pax members where at fault. In my days with the Zhentarim the Thieves attacked me many a time for no apparent reasons and I could not see how someone of the good persuasion could possibly side with the Thieves when they were attacking the PaX members. So in the end the PaX members made the Shadow Thieves turn tail just as they had the Dragon's Hoard, but the quabbling within the Good clans lasted long into the night.