July 31, 2008
Reasoning
11:12 PM | 
Posted by
pcbutler |
3 Hours later, in Harrings Wood
"To put it simply... we're dead...well not living at least."
Richard and the woman stumble through a densly forested area, the sounds of where they were hours behind them.
"You've most likely noticed that even though we're trampling our way around this forest, you don't seem to be out of breath."
Richard stops and places a hand upon the womans chest.
"Keep noticing, and you'll find that you aren't really breathing at all."
The woman face becomes puzzled.
"If you aren't living, then why breath? It's simple, once you think about it."
The woman still looks puzzled and shakes her head, not fully undersatnding.
"Look.. why don't we stop here for the night. I don't want to accidentally run into.. 'unfriendly' people in the dark."
Richard removes a small satchel from inside his cloak and pulls out a flintbox. He gathers up some wood from the surrounding area and lights a small fire.
"There. That should keep away any unwanted creatures."
The woman turns to him with a look of panic.
"No, no.. I meant, wolves and animals like that."
He thinks for a minute.
"I suppose I'll have to give you a name... How about.. Catherine? Does that sound good?"
Catherine thinks for a second and then nods approvingly.
"Ok then Catherine... I guess I'll start at the begining..."
"To put it simply... we're dead...well not living at least."
Richard and the woman stumble through a densly forested area, the sounds of where they were hours behind them.
"You've most likely noticed that even though we're trampling our way around this forest, you don't seem to be out of breath."
Richard stops and places a hand upon the womans chest.
"Keep noticing, and you'll find that you aren't really breathing at all."
The woman face becomes puzzled.
"If you aren't living, then why breath? It's simple, once you think about it."
The woman still looks puzzled and shakes her head, not fully undersatnding.
"Look.. why don't we stop here for the night. I don't want to accidentally run into.. 'unfriendly' people in the dark."
Richard removes a small satchel from inside his cloak and pulls out a flintbox. He gathers up some wood from the surrounding area and lights a small fire.
"There. That should keep away any unwanted creatures."
The woman turns to him with a look of panic.
"No, no.. I meant, wolves and animals like that."
He thinks for a minute.
"I suppose I'll have to give you a name... How about.. Catherine? Does that sound good?"
Catherine thinks for a second and then nods approvingly.
"Ok then Catherine... I guess I'll start at the begining..."
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July 29, 2008
A new member
2:06 PM |
Posted by
pcbutler |
"Thank you Richard. You've been a good friend through these hard times."
Joseph turns and starts to walk towards the dancers. He stops and looks slightly back to Richard.
"And... I'm sorry for striking out at you. Karen was.. special to me."
Both men stand in silence.
"Will I see you on the continent?"
Richard steps forward.
"I don't know my friend. I have some business to take care of here and I don't know if i'll make it out in one piece."
"Hrmp. One piece, ten pieces, or a thousand. I know I'll see you again, you bastard!"
Joseph bolts off into the distance, fur and claw once again asserting themselves.
Richard stands, watching him go.
"Yes, my friend. I'm sure you will."
He pulls the hood of his cloak up to cover his face and turns away.
"I'm just not sure you'll like me when you do."
He climbs back up the embankment and carefully starts to cross the bodies.
As he passes a rather small looking corpse, a hand jolts out to grab his ankle. Richard bends down, grabs the hand and forces it to release. He moves debris away to find the corpse of a young woman.
"Well my dear, you're not looking all that well."
The woman makes some gurgling noises.
"No, don't try to speak. Most of your throat is missing."
The womans eyes widen in fear.
"Don't worry. I'm here to help. What I want you to do is just concentrate. Visualise...stop grasping at your throat, you arn't breathing anyway.."
The woman stops. She grabs Richards arm, shaking.
Richard speak calmly and slowly, trying to take away her fears.
"Now do as I say. Close your eyes and visualise yourself as a broken vase. Now think about all the pieces coming together to reform itself. Concentrate hard. This will most likely take a few minutes."
As minutes pass, pieces of flesh and bone inch thier way to the woman from the surroundings.
"Good, that's good. Can you speak?"
The woman rubs her throat, shocked that all seems normal.
"i..iitsss.. harrrrd..."
Richard raises his had to stop her.
"Give it a day or so and your voice will come back. I the meantime, i need to check on something."
He looks her over and finds a small symbol on the back of her knee.
"Well, that's not mine. I wonder who else was here today?"
Richard stands up and offers the woman his hand.
"Come with me. If you stay here, you're going to cause far too many questions. I will explain your..or rather "our" situation, along the way."
Joseph turns and starts to walk towards the dancers. He stops and looks slightly back to Richard.
"And... I'm sorry for striking out at you. Karen was.. special to me."
Both men stand in silence.
"Will I see you on the continent?"
Richard steps forward.
"I don't know my friend. I have some business to take care of here and I don't know if i'll make it out in one piece."
"Hrmp. One piece, ten pieces, or a thousand. I know I'll see you again, you bastard!"
Joseph bolts off into the distance, fur and claw once again asserting themselves.
Richard stands, watching him go.
"Yes, my friend. I'm sure you will."
He pulls the hood of his cloak up to cover his face and turns away.
"I'm just not sure you'll like me when you do."
He climbs back up the embankment and carefully starts to cross the bodies.
As he passes a rather small looking corpse, a hand jolts out to grab his ankle. Richard bends down, grabs the hand and forces it to release. He moves debris away to find the corpse of a young woman.
"Well my dear, you're not looking all that well."
The woman makes some gurgling noises.
"No, don't try to speak. Most of your throat is missing."
The womans eyes widen in fear.
"Don't worry. I'm here to help. What I want you to do is just concentrate. Visualise...stop grasping at your throat, you arn't breathing anyway.."
The woman stops. She grabs Richards arm, shaking.
Richard speak calmly and slowly, trying to take away her fears.
"Now do as I say. Close your eyes and visualise yourself as a broken vase. Now think about all the pieces coming together to reform itself. Concentrate hard. This will most likely take a few minutes."
As minutes pass, pieces of flesh and bone inch thier way to the woman from the surroundings.
"Good, that's good. Can you speak?"
The woman rubs her throat, shocked that all seems normal.
"i..iitsss.. harrrrd..."
Richard raises his had to stop her.
"Give it a day or so and your voice will come back. I the meantime, i need to check on something."
He looks her over and finds a small symbol on the back of her knee.
"Well, that's not mine. I wonder who else was here today?"
Richard stands up and offers the woman his hand.
"Come with me. If you stay here, you're going to cause far too many questions. I will explain your..or rather "our" situation, along the way."
July 26, 2008
Chapter One: A rough start
1:30 AM |
Posted by
pcbutler |
June 5th, 1563
A darkened figure sits slumped over on top a large piece of ruin.
"Rain. It's always raining. Can't remember the last day it was dry."
The figure sits up straight and holds his hand to the sky.
"At least the blood has finally washed away..."
He stands up. Around the figure are dozens of dead bodies clad in medieval armour. No wounds or blood can be seen. In the distance, a large fire can be seen with strange figures moving around it.
"Damn 'thropes. They never know when to leave things well enough alone."
He wraps a bloodstained cloak around himself and starts, half-sliding down a muddy embankment.
At the bottom, he spots a broken shield. Bits of white and brown fur clinging to the edges.
"I know you're there Joseph. You never were one to celebrate. I would suggest you get your 'people' and get to safe harbour."
A russle comes from a nearby bush. A low gruff voice whispers out.
"I'll get them when I'm damn well ready. They deserve to celebrate, given what's been happening to our kind!"
The cloaked figure turns around wielding a small sword.
"You know very well that this was Karen's fault. Had she just.."
A flurry of fur and claw whip by the figures face, bits of cloak and flesh trailing after.
"Mention Karen one more time and I'll make sure you never speak again!"
The figure raises his hand to wipe his face. A face pot marked with scars and open wounds. Small insects can be seen crawling in and around them. He wipes his face and sheaths his sword.
"Yes. I suppose I deserved that. What will you do then, Joseph? In a few hours, an army of them will arrive and wipe you out. We can't afford to lose another race."
Joseph stands from his hunched position. Long fur quickly retreating to bare flesh. He turns to face the figure. A worried and sorrowful gaze fills his now human face.
"I'll let them be for 30 minutes. It's been a long time since they last danced."
The figure put a hand on Josephs shoulder. Beatles escape from the cloak to fall to the ground.
"It will be a lot longer if they are caught. Take them to the docks. I have a ship there, the Lazerous..."
A smile crosses Josephs face.
"Your humour stinks..."
"I know. But it seemed to fit. The lazerous will take you to the continent. From there you should be safe... for a while."
A darkened figure sits slumped over on top a large piece of ruin.
"Rain. It's always raining. Can't remember the last day it was dry."
The figure sits up straight and holds his hand to the sky.
"At least the blood has finally washed away..."
He stands up. Around the figure are dozens of dead bodies clad in medieval armour. No wounds or blood can be seen. In the distance, a large fire can be seen with strange figures moving around it.
"Damn 'thropes. They never know when to leave things well enough alone."
He wraps a bloodstained cloak around himself and starts, half-sliding down a muddy embankment.
At the bottom, he spots a broken shield. Bits of white and brown fur clinging to the edges.
"I know you're there Joseph. You never were one to celebrate. I would suggest you get your 'people' and get to safe harbour."
A russle comes from a nearby bush. A low gruff voice whispers out.
"I'll get them when I'm damn well ready. They deserve to celebrate, given what's been happening to our kind!"
The cloaked figure turns around wielding a small sword.
"You know very well that this was Karen's fault. Had she just.."
A flurry of fur and claw whip by the figures face, bits of cloak and flesh trailing after.
"Mention Karen one more time and I'll make sure you never speak again!"
The figure raises his hand to wipe his face. A face pot marked with scars and open wounds. Small insects can be seen crawling in and around them. He wipes his face and sheaths his sword.
"Yes. I suppose I deserved that. What will you do then, Joseph? In a few hours, an army of them will arrive and wipe you out. We can't afford to lose another race."
Joseph stands from his hunched position. Long fur quickly retreating to bare flesh. He turns to face the figure. A worried and sorrowful gaze fills his now human face.
"I'll let them be for 30 minutes. It's been a long time since they last danced."
The figure put a hand on Josephs shoulder. Beatles escape from the cloak to fall to the ground.
"It will be a lot longer if they are caught. Take them to the docks. I have a ship there, the Lazerous..."
A smile crosses Josephs face.
"Your humour stinks..."
"I know. But it seemed to fit. The lazerous will take you to the continent. From there you should be safe... for a while."
July 25, 2008
Welcome to Myths of Power
11:22 PM |
Posted by
pcbutler |
Hi all..
This is my first attemp at a blog of sorts. I've gotten an idea for a storyline that I'm going to tell in various parts from various points of character view.
I hope to put a new story/viewpoint once per week and welcome any comments.
This is my first attemp at a blog of sorts. I've gotten an idea for a storyline that I'm going to tell in various parts from various points of character view.
I hope to put a new story/viewpoint once per week and welcome any comments.
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