Stepping through the gateway together, with the body of Ashmar (with the hopes of burying him in the new world) and the spirit of Kraos trapped inside a spirit bottle for a chance of a second life, they emerged in the complete opposite of what they expected. Frozen by the horrors of the place they now stood it wasn't long before they were confronted by a great shadow carrying a lantern of souls.
"I am Esos, I am your ancestor, the one who built this gateway, it was severed by human hands, and we were all damned to this place. Your coming ensures a bright future for us all, for I have exhausted all sources of my power to fracture the gates, only a few hundred souls remain on standby to take over the promised land. If we become one, we can shatter the seal on the gates and take the promised land for ourselves."
Friday, February 7, 2014
The Road part 4
Descending from the cliff which impeded their vehicle from continuing, the 3 survivors of the 6th expedition to the door at the end of the road eventually reached the forest at the bottom. A shift in landscape hundreds of years ago had sent the road dozens of feet below. At the edge of the forest the road continued up a great mountain. At the top of the mountain where they hoped would be a door, they only saw more mountains, and the road continued.
After traveling down the windy mountain roads for what seemed like a day, a great peak eventually came in sight, surely this must be the peak of destiny, a mountain so high it reaches beyond sight even from the mountains around it. And on the summit of the mountain, should be that doorway to paradise.
It was more difficult than they imagined, it took 3 days to scale the mountain in freezing temperatures. Ashmar died within near sight of the summit. Ashmar was on his second and last life, Asos and Uram decided to take the extra weight, and bury his body in the new world. The reached the summit soon after, and sure enough, a great door stood there. I think you know where this is going.
After traveling down the windy mountain roads for what seemed like a day, a great peak eventually came in sight, surely this must be the peak of destiny, a mountain so high it reaches beyond sight even from the mountains around it. And on the summit of the mountain, should be that doorway to paradise.
It was more difficult than they imagined, it took 3 days to scale the mountain in freezing temperatures. Ashmar died within near sight of the summit. Ashmar was on his second and last life, Asos and Uram decided to take the extra weight, and bury his body in the new world. The reached the summit soon after, and sure enough, a great door stood there. I think you know where this is going.
The Dark Forest part 11: What Morax saw
An old and dying race from another world made attempts to join the humans in their population of a new world. However, the humans slaughtered the incoming Seaceans and destroyed their gate, and thus those that entered from the other side emerged in the negative realm of that world. Over half of their race entered the doorway in hopes of resurfacing in the promised land, only to emerge in a cold, dark, silent hell. The few that made it onto the other side before the door was destroyed were lucky, they made it to the world of mortals, and their souls made it to the afterlife.
Those that ended up in the negative void of that world turned cannibal and killed each other to survive for as long as they could. Their souls trapped forevermore in that place. The last one to come through the doorway
Those that ended up in the negative void of that world turned cannibal and killed each other to survive for as long as they could. Their souls trapped forevermore in that place. The last one to come through the doorway
was the great wizard who lead the project to create the doorway, Esos. He went insane in the realization that he somehow made a mistake and damned his entire race. He began to search for a sort of door to the outside realm, and not too long after searching, he found the great abysmal gates, but he could not open them.
With all the time in the world, he eventually devised a spell, which would assimilate souls into a mass of energy that would be used to open the gates. Over two thirds of the souls trapped there were used in the spell, so that they could open the gates and take over the new world. The spell used almost all of the souls, and fractured the gates, but did not open them, Asos was shunned, and carried the remaining glowing mass of souls as a lantern to roam the dark forest for several hundred years, until one night (sorry, it's always night, they lose track of time that way), three new mortals entered their realm.
The Dark Forest part 10
Sailing back to the mainland, Aether and Morax journeyd back to the road which would normally lead to the village of Etal. When they got to there, they saw a great fortress of flesh and bone. Filled with rotting bodies which may have once been human, with eyes that glowed with ever-changing color, their fathers bodies among them confirmed their suspicions. They began their killing spree towards the fortress.
Aether, having recieved his blade of origins, was restored the powers of his former lives through it, and was weaving through the bodies like a hot knife through butter. Morax on the other hand, was restored to his former self when he put Aether back in his own body. But with each kill, he was gaining more understanding. This was not just a blade which could absorb the energies of another living being, but it would completely absorb their souls, memories and genetic information, and assimilate them himself. It allowed him to choose the best traits and abilities into himself and with each kill, his power was increasing exponentially. Not only that, but the memories of those he devoured revealed the answers to the questions for which he departed for this journey.
An old and dying race from another world made attempts to join the humans in their population of a new world. However, the humans slaughtered the incoming Seaceans and destroyed their gate, and thus those that entered from the other side emerged in the negative realm of that world. Over half of their race entered the doorway in hopes of resurfacing in the promised land, only to emerge in a cold, dark, silent hell. The few that made it onto the other side before the door was destroyed were lucky, they made it to the world of mortals, and their souls made it to the afterlife.
Those that ended up in the negative void of that world turned cannibal and killed each other to survive. Their souls trapped forevermore in that place. The last one to come through the doorway
Songs referenced: Storming the Fortress (unfinished, and untabbed, sorry)
Aether, having recieved his blade of origins, was restored the powers of his former lives through it, and was weaving through the bodies like a hot knife through butter. Morax on the other hand, was restored to his former self when he put Aether back in his own body. But with each kill, he was gaining more understanding. This was not just a blade which could absorb the energies of another living being, but it would completely absorb their souls, memories and genetic information, and assimilate them himself. It allowed him to choose the best traits and abilities into himself and with each kill, his power was increasing exponentially. Not only that, but the memories of those he devoured revealed the answers to the questions for which he departed for this journey.
An old and dying race from another world made attempts to join the humans in their population of a new world. However, the humans slaughtered the incoming Seaceans and destroyed their gate, and thus those that entered from the other side emerged in the negative realm of that world. Over half of their race entered the doorway in hopes of resurfacing in the promised land, only to emerge in a cold, dark, silent hell. The few that made it onto the other side before the door was destroyed were lucky, they made it to the world of mortals, and their souls made it to the afterlife.
Those that ended up in the negative void of that world turned cannibal and killed each other to survive. Their souls trapped forevermore in that place. The last one to come through the doorway
Songs referenced: Storming the Fortress (unfinished, and untabbed, sorry)
The Tales of Borgrim part 4
The trial actually went surprisingly well for Borgrim, although the village leader had not bond or sympathy towards him, his family cried out to spare Borgrims life, in that he was only protecting the family. Telus saw reason, and although the bullies were spared of any punishment, their summon to court was enough to frighten them into leaving the boy alone. Borgrim was spared because, although Telus despised Borgrim as all humans, Telus was a fair and just man, and Borgrim had always respected that.
He would have murdered him on the spot if he knew of Borgrim's relationship with his daughter, but he was so busy now a days in his chamber guarding the cursed blade, that he hardly had time to notice. They finally did the deed one evening while the village leader and his wife were at a city council. Terza was asleep, Borgrim stayed up though, he wasn't about to be caught in her bed. He still had plenty of time before they would return from the meeting, but he didn't plan on being there very long. Being distracted by heavy thoughts of his life up until that point, suddenly, the door to her room opened.
He would have murdered him on the spot if he knew of Borgrim's relationship with his daughter, but he was so busy now a days in his chamber guarding the cursed blade, that he hardly had time to notice. They finally did the deed one evening while the village leader and his wife were at a city council. Terza was asleep, Borgrim stayed up though, he wasn't about to be caught in her bed. He still had plenty of time before they would return from the meeting, but he didn't plan on being there very long. Being distracted by heavy thoughts of his life up until that point, suddenly, the door to her room opened.
Just another note
I am by no means a good writer. I failed the highest required English class in college 3 times, and I've never really gotten good at this sort of thing. These stories will be separated in time, but for now I am posting the stories in the order which is most relevant to reveal information that might aid in understanding the other stories. My writing style is sporadic, goes from tone to tone, mostly depending on how fucked up I am (I'm fucking trashed right now btw). There is no consistency in this whatsoever, which is why I am doing this on blogspot to be able to go back and edit things as the story progresses. Once it's all out there, I'll figure out what to do with it.
That being said, I am one creative son of a bitch (if I do say so myself, which I do, I just said it) and this story and the music which told of it was the center of my life 6 or 7 years ago. Being a story built from strange "premonitions", which I'm still to this day unsure of whether or not to take seriously, and having just returned from that place, I am urged once again to at least put the story out there.
A wise man once said, the human mind is highly susceptible to hallucinations. Much as a religious man can feel the presence of something that isn't there, and truly believe in it's existence to comfort them, so have I to fulfill this human desire for that comforting "faith". The only difference is knowing the line of where fiction begins, and where the truth lies. I realize that it is simply the outlet of my overly creative to wear itself out in a state of substance fueled madness, but at the same time, there is something I can't quite describe about those dreams, and "visions" through the Northgate.
There is something real about this, in some indescribable way, and the logic in which I was brought up to apply refers to the beginning quote of the previous paragraph. To think of things rationally, and to realize that this is merely an outlet of creativity, I've realized this for some time, but I still cannot shake that feeling of "something".
It's been a long time since I've had any kind of addition to this project, and any visits to that place have been purely for nostalgic purposes. Long ago I would visit that place and see things in that great wall, and the messages would haunt me until I finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, only to have some strange dream, most of the time related to what was written/drawn there by my eyes.
After spending time to recall this story, a sudden rain finally came to our area. Our extreme drought will take 3 years of above average rainfall to recover from at this point, and we welcome any small showers to come our way. I saw this fog as a rare chance to return to the place where all of this began. Obvious coincidence, but still my mind wonders. What may determine the stories outcome will be whether I dream or not, which I haven't for a long time. The backstory on that is from the last dream I had, I won't bore you with the details, but it ended with "you can never return."
I guess I should wait til after slumber to come to any further conclusions, I am in that state of delirium I felt from so long ago... awake for a few days, extremely high and extremely drunk in an effort to fall asleep. My mind is so active, that the only depressant that can tame it is xanex, but my fear that its overuse will become a dangerous habit. So awake for a day or three at a time, plus the substances I intake to initiate the slumber lead to a strange, yet enjoyable delirium.
Coming back from that place, it brings back a usually delightful madness with me that carries on until I fall asleep and have some crazy dream. I am in the mouth of madness, and I am yearning for more visions. Well, at this point being awake this long, the most I can hope for is a little shut eye, and speaking of shutting up, I should probably just shut up. Until tomorrow at least.
That being said, I am one creative son of a bitch (if I do say so myself, which I do, I just said it) and this story and the music which told of it was the center of my life 6 or 7 years ago. Being a story built from strange "premonitions", which I'm still to this day unsure of whether or not to take seriously, and having just returned from that place, I am urged once again to at least put the story out there.
A wise man once said, the human mind is highly susceptible to hallucinations. Much as a religious man can feel the presence of something that isn't there, and truly believe in it's existence to comfort them, so have I to fulfill this human desire for that comforting "faith". The only difference is knowing the line of where fiction begins, and where the truth lies. I realize that it is simply the outlet of my overly creative to wear itself out in a state of substance fueled madness, but at the same time, there is something I can't quite describe about those dreams, and "visions" through the Northgate.
There is something real about this, in some indescribable way, and the logic in which I was brought up to apply refers to the beginning quote of the previous paragraph. To think of things rationally, and to realize that this is merely an outlet of creativity, I've realized this for some time, but I still cannot shake that feeling of "something".
It's been a long time since I've had any kind of addition to this project, and any visits to that place have been purely for nostalgic purposes. Long ago I would visit that place and see things in that great wall, and the messages would haunt me until I finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, only to have some strange dream, most of the time related to what was written/drawn there by my eyes.
After spending time to recall this story, a sudden rain finally came to our area. Our extreme drought will take 3 years of above average rainfall to recover from at this point, and we welcome any small showers to come our way. I saw this fog as a rare chance to return to the place where all of this began. Obvious coincidence, but still my mind wonders. What may determine the stories outcome will be whether I dream or not, which I haven't for a long time. The backstory on that is from the last dream I had, I won't bore you with the details, but it ended with "you can never return."
I guess I should wait til after slumber to come to any further conclusions, I am in that state of delirium I felt from so long ago... awake for a few days, extremely high and extremely drunk in an effort to fall asleep. My mind is so active, that the only depressant that can tame it is xanex, but my fear that its overuse will become a dangerous habit. So awake for a day or three at a time, plus the substances I intake to initiate the slumber lead to a strange, yet enjoyable delirium.
Coming back from that place, it brings back a usually delightful madness with me that carries on until I fall asleep and have some crazy dream. I am in the mouth of madness, and I am yearning for more visions. Well, at this point being awake this long, the most I can hope for is a little shut eye, and speaking of shutting up, I should probably just shut up. Until tomorrow at least.
What happened at Sabaria
That night, 3 strangers arrived in that town. A killing spree of massive proportions ensued, for when one was slain, they rose up to join the killings. None of the towns folk could comprehend why their fallen loved ones would rise from death to end their life. After all were slain and risen again, the newly born army of the damned marched back towards the hidden forest.
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