| The Lost Dream |
[Jun. 20th, 2005|12:18 pm] |
The Lost Dream sat near the edge of the perfumed quarter of the city of Iornhold. It was a small inn few people stayed in. The rich and the nobles all went to the more well off establishments. The poor had no money to travel. The inn made money from the swarms of people who wanted nothing but to drink large amounts of cheep wine. People who came in everyday after a day of grueling work doing things that they hated. People who spent the small amount that they made on wine to forget that tomorow they would go back and do the same thing, over and over, for the rest of there lives. The inn was well lit by a large stone fireplace and numbers of lamps, but it didn't mater. The Lost Dream was a dark place. Those who entered the inn for the first time could feel the gloom that had settled over the people who drank there.
It was a quiet place. Few had the energy to do more than sit at the wooden tables and drink from there mugs of cheep wine and ale.
The person who felt the dark and the quiet the most was the man who stood behind the bar. He was the innkeeper. He was the reason the inn was always lit so brightly. He wanted to drive off the gloom with every candle he could light. He knew it never worked but he lit them anyway. He hated the dark and the quiet. He hated that every night people came into the inn and drank all the money they had away. He thought of stop serving them. He thought of leave the inn and not ever coming back. Something held him though. He coulnd't leave. The inn was someone's dream. He didn't want to forget the dream. It was more important to him than wanting to leave. It wasn't his dream, but if he forgot the dream he might forget her. It was her dream. She wanted to have an inn, bright and filled with music. She had wanted to smile and laugh at the tales that travelers brought from places that she had never heard of. She had loved him. He never wanted to forget her. So he stayed behind the bar, and he served people drink that they could not afford. this was her inn. It was her dream. |
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| Metivus: Creation ch: 1 |
[May. 26th, 2005|06:28 pm] |
The land of Iriad was at war. Great machana walked down the slopes of the great mountain cities. The monstrous forms of steel and iron plodding down the rocky slopes towards the Forest of Mist. Smoke rose from the great foundries at the peaks of the mountain. The smoke came from the schools of the Machena Domine, the Lords of the Machana. They where the ones who made the machana. They where the machana, both mind and soul. This is the story of a Domine who changed the art of machana. He was of the clan Metivus.
A boy of sixteen was in a cold room. He was trying not to shiver struggles not having a shirt. His torso showed scars and bruising from struggles both past and recent. The room had a pair of shackles on the wall opposite a door. Other than that featureless metal door, the room was made from cold, smooth, steel. The boy was shackled to the wall with his hands above his head. The sound of a rapid steady ratatat drifted into the room. It was the sound of metal taping metal, footsteps of a gear. The boy shivered now, not out of the cold. He shivered with fear, fear but also excitement.
The streets of the city where not a pleasant place. The air smelled acrid. The smog burned the lungs and eyes of anyone stupid enough to get caught in the mists of the lower caverns. The city lights never where very bright outside of the royal and school quarters. It was never very dark ether. It was left a halfway between night and day always. Sort of a predawn, that is the best term. It was a place on the edge of day, but never quite there yet. A small boy if twelve scrounged for food around the back of a set of houses on the edge of the royal quarters. The lights here where brighter that the boy was used to and his pupils that where normally large and dark had shrunk to a small size. Even then the light was uncomfortable. It was bright against his pale skin and face itched in the direct light. His tattoo over his left eye was darkly tattooed with the mark of the clan Metivus. The clan mark showed in sharp contrast from his pale skin.
The door to the room opened. A tall man in a black robe entered the room. His face was shrouded in the shadow of his cloak. He carried a large leather book and a black robe under his arm. The only thing that could be seen of his face was the glint on something shiny in the place of his left eye. It is what followed that held the boys attention. The man was followed closely by a many legged metal spider. It was his gear. It stood on a set of over ten spindly legs. It's body was Raised above its small disk shaped body where another set of arms. These where all tipped with small blades that glinted in the dull light from the door. Another arm was raised just above the body. It held a perfectly cut black crystal around the size of a grape. The Stone glinted darkly. The gear adjusted its legs until it stood easily in front of the boys face.
The boy heard a sound. It was just beyond what he could hear. It was felt rather than heard. He could feel it call to him. It felt as if he was needed. It sounded sad. He had to follow the sound. He wandered the allys getting closer and closer to the cause. The allys thinned as he went further and further into the winding allys of the city. A wind blew through the narrow allys. It rustled his raven black hair and pulled at his tattered blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He kept turning corners and looking for the cause of the sound. He was close, he could feel it. He turned one last corner and found it. It was a small machine of some sort, no bigger than his palm. It was trying to walk. Every time it stood it fell. One of it's legs must be broken, thought the boy. He was scared by the machine but it intrigued him more. he cautiously approached.
The man in the black robe spoke. "You are not what I expected you to be. What happened in the trial is something that is the greatest evil that can be done. The Council would have you destroyed."
"Four Years" spat the boy. "Four years of that hell and now you kill me!"
"You are still my creation. I do not let my creations get disassembled so easily. You intrigue me. I will give you a chance. Get out of the city and away from the land of Iriad. Go anywhere you wish but go quickly and quietly. The Council will still seek your removal. Take the last step. I will give you this book. It contains everything you need to know to become Domine. Remember though, you are not Domine. You proved that in the trial. Take the last step and go."
The boy should have hated the man. Four years of the trial. Four years of pain and fear. The man had shone him a glimpse of something though. He had the promise of a view of something. That boy could not hate him. The boy's voice came out stronger than the boy expected it to. "Do it." Strangely he was not afraid of what was to come. The gear slid forward and swiftly removed his eye. The boy grunted in pain. The gear inserted the crystal. It fit perfectly. The pain stopped.
"You can hear it can't you boy?" The boy swiftly turned, ready to bolt. A man in a dark robe stood at the entrance to the ally. "You hear it calling for help, calling to be fixed. Few people can hear the singing."
"Who are you?" The boy was still afraid of the man, but the curiosity won him over. "What do you want?"
"Who am I? What do I want? So simple questions sometimes have complicated answers. To start, I am a Domine. That is only a start but it is what is important. What I want is complected question. better to ask wat I want for you. I want to make you into something. You could be Domine. You can be out of the these allys forever. You will make things that other people would never think possible to be built by anyone but gods. You will hear the song of all things crying to be built and you will be able to build them. You call to be built. I can hear your song. You sound different from most Domine. You will be something special. Will you come with me, be something more, be Domine.
Domine, the boy thought. To have that power. Even the nobles treaded lightly around even the lowest of Domine. Domine could even leave the city. Out of the city, thought the boy. To someplace better. "Take me," said the boy. "make me Domine."
"Good." said the man. "Come, I will watch your advancement with great interest."
The boy opened his eye. To his surprise he could see from it's blackness. He could see better than from his old eye. He saw into the workings of the gear and into the door behind it. He felt through the world around him and saw so much creation and so many things that he could not understand.
"Take the book and be gone." said the man. "I have cleared the way for you, but it will only last a short while. I will watch your advancement with great interest." With that he loosed the boy from the shackles, handed him the book and the robe, and he was gone, closely followed by the gear. The boy put on the robe. he took the book and walked swiftly from the room. He reached out with his mind as he had done during the trial. The eye made it much easier to feel see the world. The trial reaching out tired him, now it barely took a thought. He felt the building he was in and felt the fastest way out. In minuets he was out the door. As the Domine had promised there where no guards. His robe blocked the light of the noble district from his skin. He quickly turned into the alleyways. This was his home, no one could find catch him in the allys. Leaving the city would be easy.
The Allys where easy to navigate. The boy had lived in them his whole life. His first thought was where he would go once out of the city. His first thought was to another of the mountain cities. He dismissed that quickly. There the Domine would find him just as easily as here. Then he thought he would go to the Forest of Myst. He dismissed that also. There he would be safe from the Domine, but he doubted that the people of the forest would let him live. He decided to go west. There was the lands of the grasslands. There he would hide and learn from this book.
Soon he reached the city gates. They where large metal doors that blocked the world from the mountain city. The boy felt them with his mind. Yes, he could feel how they worked. He calmly walked towards the doors. The doorway was shut and blocked by a pair of huge gears the size of small houses. the boy reached forward with his mind and turned the gears off. He pushed the door open and ran into the outside world. he felt the gears get turned back on and turn to follow him. He reached back with his eye and fiercely tore at the gears. He felt the domine who where controlling them recoil with pain as the gears fell to pieces. He destroyed them. That was the forbidden. Destruction as a use of the power. He would use this power. That was why he could not be Domine. West...
End Chapter one |
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| It's what makes dementional travel posible |
[May. 2nd, 2005|05:29 pm] |
"So, how goes the Papian Fluxer? Did you install the new modifications? Did you wright my report? Bah, I hate being a grad student." The speaker of this previous passage was a tall skinny youth in a lab coat who just so happened to attend the graduate program of a rather nondescript collage in the fine state of Georgia. It was a lovely spring and the pollen count was just toping several thousand. Indeed it was a pleasant day in the sweltering wet heat and the poring rain. His companion was a slightly older man but still in his twenties.
"At least you are not a security guard. I gotta do late night shifts at the labs. I hate the labs a night. So much odd stuff you guys keep in those places. I always fear something will go wrong and blast the roof off."
"I know about the late shifts, you guard me remember. Besides, the Papian Fluxer is perfectly safe, the professor has been working on it for at least fifteen years. It never has done anything new. No one can figure out why. It simply should not work, it just dose. It was supposed to move a bunch of atoms from one sealed container to the next. It just wont. Can't figure out why. The atoms just disappear. Confuses the hell out of the doctorates. They then think up some really odd theory and hand it down to us graduates to put in the data, do the number crunching, and record the results. To think that this gives me my degree."
"I know that this means a lot to you, I can tell that, but I gotta admit something..."
"what?"
"Yea lost me at Papian Fluxer" By this time the pair had reached a rather inconspicuous building. It was surrounded by smiler buildings. The pair calmly walked into the building as they had done many times before. In fact the conversation that you just heard had been repeated many times before. They both knew each other very well. The graduate student was named Allen, the guard was Richard. Both had had this very talk many times before. The rest of the short journey was filled with bickering from Allen about the two flights of steps. Eventually they reached a small room with a sealed door. Richard entered his security code and followed Allen through the door. The door sealed behind them.
"So," asked Richard tiredly" what is on tap for tonight?"
"the same thing we do every night, take a small tube, screw it in, punch the button, and record the numbers." Of course are Allen pulled said tube out of his pocket it slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor with a sharp tink. Allen hurriedly picked it up and examined it. "look fine, and I don't want to have to walk back to get another." Allen did as he was supposed to, he screwed the tube in and pressed the button. Both the men felt a popping sensation in there ears as if the pressure in the room spiked.
"This is new." Richard said approvingly. At this point the lights went out. "Not good but also new"
"I can tell that Richard, help me find the manual door release." After much fumbling around in the pair managed to find the release for the door before suffocating in the sealed room. As they opened the door daylight flooded in. Slowly their eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. They where greeted by a sunny meadow of quietly swaying grass.
"Well, we found where the atoms went." Pointed Allen.
"Yes, but where the hell are we?"
"I do not know."
"A bloody lot of good it dose us then!"
"Calm down, calm down. We can reset the fluxer and try to send ourselves home. If the theory is correct we should be sent home by revering the polarity of the papion particles."
"Perchance how do we do this?"
"We plug the fluxer so the power cord is backwards."
"Has it occurred to you that the ROOM IS WITH OUT POWER!!!!"
"Oh, shit, you'r right. Damn it, my idea would work to."
"But it damn well won't. Why? We got no damn power! We got no way to get power! We seem to.."
At this point Allen took a second to look away from the rather ticked off guard to see a small group of men approaching, and by a small group of men I mean a group of three men of a stature well below human norms. "Richard.."
"But No, you had to drop the damn tube didn't you! Damn clumsy grad students! What the...."
Now the little me where pulling out rather nasty looking bows. "Richard, seriously man, look at this!"
"What is bothering you now?! Lost us in another accident?"
"No, the natives appear restless."
Now the little men where close enough to have their odd striped clothing and bluish skin definitively noted by the confused pair. The three men stopped walking towards the the travelers about twenty yards away. Allen gave them a big wave and shouted "We come in peace!"
That is when the first arrow flew by thier head. General panic took the pair as the hightailed it in the opposite direction as the archers. The pair quickly outran the short and bluish pursuers. Soon the pair reached a small stream. Both stopped to catch their breaths. After a few seconds the inevitable question came up. "We come in peace?"
"What!? It seamed like a good idea at the time"
"We got shot at by umpa lumpas!!!"
"You yelling at me couldn't have helped!"
"Oh, blame me mr'We come in peace'"
"Lets go downstream, we will find some civilization eventually."
"yes, more umpa lumpas!"
"you got a better idea? Cuz you know I'd like to hear it. Really, Do ya?"
"No, just... Damn it."
"down the stream it is then."
More Later!!! |
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| Priest of Lesser Gods |
[Apr. 29th, 2005|04:59 pm] |
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Lentin was a small town in the middle of the Empire of Man. Far to the west was the land of the Elves and to the east was the sea, South was the mountains said to be the home of the elusive Talos, North led to the wastes, an endless desert of rock and sand. Lentin had nothing to do with any of this though. Lentin was a small town in the middle of the Empire of Man. The people of Lentin had not seen any race other than human for the last three generations. Lentin was a quiet place. Most of the people who lived there farmed. A few left to join one of the many temples in the city of Damask. All in all it was one of hundreds of small villages spread around the Empire. Only three things make this village important, one of them is a small blue wagon pulling into the edge of town at the end of a particularly dry spring. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2005|10:28 pm] |
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Hi first entery into my livejournal
Yep.................. That's bout it
Damn I'm boreing
oh well maybe next time |
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