An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Dante.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)
Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a paper booklet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Dante' scribed in rich blue ink.
Author: Dante
Date Tue May 23 13:03:13 2006
Subject Dante The Wolf Knight.
The screams that night were horrific. The young Dante, lay
strapped to a table
covered in his own blood. He was undergoing an experimental
operation, that if
succeeded would allow him to morph into a wolf at will.
Two mages, sat on either side of him magically fusing a pair of
gauntlets to
his forearms. The pain was unbearable, his agonized screams
filled the night
air. The gauntlets were Jet black, and had a gem on the top of
either palm.
The gems were Diamonds, but now they were stained with his blood.
Dante saw a flash of light, and then was knocked out. He awoke
the next day
laying on a small cot, with one the mages sitting in a chair
beside him. "How
are you feeling young one?" Asked the mage in a soft voice.
"Like I was just landed on by a dragon." He replies, as he starts
to sit up.
"What in the name of the abyss happen Old man?"
"The procedure was a success Dante!" The old mage said to him.
"You are the
first." His words were cut off by a black gauntleted hand closing
around his
neck.
"And the last." Dante finishes the mages sentence, before
snapping the mages
neck with the twist of his hand. He gently lays the body in the
cot and looks
around for his armor and belongings.
He quickly straps his light armor onto him and strides out the
door.
With a smirk he focuses his will on the gauntlets and he
shimmers, then
changes into a Black Wolf, with blood red streaks. He lifts his
head proudly
and sniffs at the air, before trotting off into the trees, never
looking back.
Author: Dante
Date Mon Jun 5 22:06:30 2006
Subject Bundesphar's waiting.
Standing on the Shores, I lift my head and sniff the air. I could
smell them,
The ones We were to escort. "She is close, Id better get them
formed up." I
thought to my self.
"Anaru, tell the others to form up. The Baroness comes." I Say
quietly to the
White wolf that stood beside me. As she informs the others, I
slowly shift my
form, from wolf to man.
I stand a few feet in front of my men, my hand laying on the hilt
of my sword.
I wait for her, and her men, not that we need them. Anaru, walks
forward and
sits beside me, and we stand in waiting together She Lifts her
head and howls,
and is joined by the other nine Wulfbunde. "Soon! Soon we shall
have our fun."
Myself and the other nine Bundesphar lift out heads and howl.
Author: Dante
Date: Mon Jan 22 17:43:50 2007
Subject Finding...
Dante lopes easily through the Trees, his paws making hardly no
sound on
the leaf sewn ground, His eyes shown with a kind of wild fear.
The golden
Wolf Eshri fought to keep pace with him. Eshri had just informed
him that
his lifemate Arikaih, had fallen down a hole in the ground and he
was
running for all he was worth to get to her fast. He seemed to
fly across
the ground, his strides long, his paws seeming to float on
nothingness.
Stopping momentarily atop a large pile of rocks, he lifts his
head and
bellows a deep sorrowful howl, as he waits for Anaru to catch up
with the
puppies. Eshri pads over to him, nudging him gently, and
growling softly to
him "Don't worry Beloved. I am coming." He says as if she could
hear him.
He lifts his head and sniffs at the air, searching for a scent.
A faint
scent blue in the wind, and he takes flight again, using his
skill as a
hunter to use both his eyes and nose to find he trail. Finally,
reaching a
hole, he sniffs around, taking in the sliding marks and the scent
that was
so strong, he could almost see a picture of what happen. He
lifts his head
again, Letting a howl lose to tell her he had come, and that he
would get
her out. Now.. All he had to do is figure out how.
Author: Dante
Date: Wed May 2
23:50:56 2007
Subject The beast claims another.
A
man runs fearfully through the darkness, tripping and stumbling
over
unseen roots, fallen logs, shrubs. He ran, hoping to outrun
Death itself.
A beast toyed with him, weaving in and out of the
shadows, so the man would
only see glimpses of its glossy black
fur. It was as if the beast was
everywhere, all at once. It
drove him, like a slavemasters whip, toying
with him. Finally,
once the beast had enough fun, it jumps forward for the
kill.
Large sharp teeth sink into the man's left calf, slicing
through
flesh, muscle and tendon. With a violent twist, the
beast rips the flesh
from the very bone. The man cries out and
topples forward, unable to run
anymore. He screams in both pain
and terror as death approaches him. The
beast stood in a beam of
moonlight, its glossy fur reflecting its pale glow.
It was a
large wolf, its eyes glowing blood red. Its muzzle was pulled
back
into a vicious snarl, showing its long sharp fangs, covered
and dripping
blood. It stood on muscled legs and large powerful
paws. It circles the
terrified man, moving around his body,
snapping at the man. The man's eyes
meet the wolves, and he sees
his death. Knowing there is no escape and he
gives up. He stops
trying to crawl away and simply lies there, accepting
death. The
wolf puts its paw on the man's forehead, pushing his chin up
and
slowly lowers his fangs to the man's neck. It pauses when
its fangs brush
against the man's neck, before viciously tarring
the man's throat out. The
wolf lifts his head and bellows a
howl, before turning and loping back
toward the camp. He enters
the Green Dragon Army encampment and trots to a
tent that was
guarded by two soldiers. They snap to attention and nod.
"Captain Dante." One of them says as he pulls the tent flap
open. The wolf
nods and enters the tent with what looks like a
grin on his face.
"It was a nice little run, its good to run
every now and then." He thinks
to himself before vanishing
inside the tent.
Author: Dante
Date: Wed May 16 02:45:56 2007
Subject Cliff
top...
Dante stood atop a small cliff. His now long hair
draped around his face
and shoulders. His face was both
thoughtful and full of anger at the same
time. His eyes, blood
red, shown bright against the darkness. A figure sat
beside him.
It sat on sleek, powerful paws and legs. A set of shackles
and
a length of chain are attached to each paw. Its fur is like
the shadows
them self and its pitch black eyes were vicious and
unmerciful.
"Dante, She is well. The Pack is well. All is
well." The shadowy wolf
says quietly.
Dante growls lowly.
"None is well, Brother. She is not here. They are not
here.
I am here. Alone." He says between clenched teeth. "No
longer will
I sit around. I will find her and then we will see
how things are."
"But she does it alone. Not only are we
pack mates, we are life mates. She
should not have gone alone."
"I said Calm yourself!" The wolf growls. "You know her.
She will be fine.
She is strong Dante, you know that."
Dante sighs and crouches. "Aye, I know she is strong. But
she still should
not of put herself in that kind of danger."
"Methinks, there is no more danger for her. Now that the so
called Baroness
has fled like the frightened child she is, all
will be well."
Dante laughs and shakes his head. "The
want to be knight and so called
voice of our Queen. She was
nothing to be feared then.. And even less to
be feared now.
She's only proved what I already knew. She "is" nothing.
Few of
the knights that served that wench can even be called a knight."
He
says, before hearing movement behind him.
Dante spins
around and the wolf that once stood beside him vanishes.
Five
men stood at the tree line. Three of which held spears, the
other two
wielded swords. All of them Knights of Takhisis. The
spear blade slides
deep into his left side, making Dante stumble
back, toward the edge of the
cliff. One of the swordsmen grabs
the top of Dante's cuirass, pulling him
away from the edge. He
looks into Dante's red eyes and smirks. "You made
your mistake
when you betrayed the Knighthood." Dante grins and grabs
the
man's arms. "You made yours when you let me get so close."
He says quietly
before jerking the man toward him and sinking
his long, fang like canines
into the man's neck. The man cries
out, but his cries die into a gurgle as
Dante rips the man's
throat out. Chuckling he lets the dieing man fall to
the ground.
He turns to face the three other men and slowly backs up
toward
the cliff. He stands at the edge, laughing evilly.
"Come then, Oh knights!
Destroy me like you were ordered!
Come! Come unto me!" Dante continues to
laugh evilly, raising
his arms out to either side of him. The three men
advance on
Dante, who starts to lean backward. With his long black
cloak
floating out behind him, he closes his eyes and falls
backward. He
disappears over the edge and into the darkness
below, his laughs echoing
back to the top. The men go and search
the land below. They find nothing
but the corpse of one of their
own that had been kicked over the edge by
Dante. After searching
for hours, they give up. They start back up the
trail that leads
to the top of the cliff and as the walk a lone wolf's howl
echoes
through the trees and off the rocks. Slowly it fades away, into
the
night.
Author: Dante
Date:
Tue Jul 3 23:11:18 2007
Subject The Wolf falls..for now.
(part one)
Dante stood in a small clearing. He stood
silent, unmoving and with his
eyes shut. He stood there, armor
less, weapon less, and shirtless. Blood
covered his hairy chest,
arms and hands, his face, and dripped from his chin
and fingers.
His forever gauntleted hands were heavy. He fought to
keep
standing. A number of bodies littered the clearing and the
scent of blood
and death filled the warm night air. The world
seemed to move in slow
motion to him as he looks around at the
corpses. They were dead Green
Dragonarmy soldiers, not bandits,
or Knights. He insulted one of them and
they ambushed him in
retaliation. At least that's what he thought. He
didn't think
Kailith would have him killed. He killed them all, but
not
without consequence. He felt a strange feeling. Warm blood
gushed
unchecked from a deep wound in his side. He felt pain,
crippling pain, pain
that he hadn't felt since that night so long
ago when he became what he is
now. He closes his eyes once more
and thinks back on the battle.
========================Flash
Back=========================
Rushing from the trees, ten
soldiers surrounded him, weapons drawn. "You
think we're
scared of you, Wolf-boy? Well guess what, we aint!"
Dante
stands there silently, his eyes on the arrogant sounding
man who spoke to
him. "You got anything to say before you die
Mutt?" The man says
brandishing a spear. Dante continues to
remain silent, his red eyes focused
as a battle calm comes over
him. "Guess not. Get him boys!" Ten armed
opponents
against a single unarmed man, unless you count his clawed
finger
gauntlets and teeth. His only real advantage was his
speed and skill.
Soldier after soldier attack, in pairs of two
or three and he dispatches
them quite easil Until a spear plunges
deep into his side and he is grabbed
by men on either side of him
and is forced to his knees. "See, it bleeds.
Its not so big
and bad now that it has a spear in its side." The man
who
spoke before speaks again. "You aint so big and bad now
are you?" He says
as he rips the spear out of Dante's side.
Wordlessly, Dante closes his eyes
then he grins, showing his
bloody canine like teeth. -Only three left. -
He thinks
to himself. "What are you grinning bout mutt?" The man says
to
Dante, who remains silent but opens his eyes. They're now
completely black;
before he closed them they were red. His
muscles ripple as he flexes his
arms and shoulders. "You know
soldier-boy, you fucked with the wrong
fucking wolf!" Dante
says, his voice layered with his and that of his inner
wolf. As
he says that, he bursts upward to his feet, his arms breaking
free
of the men who held him. His clawed fingers wrap around the
neck of the men
on either side of him before they can even react
to his movement. Chuckling
evilly, he holds either man by the
throat in a death grip. "You made a few
mistakes." He says
as he moves his hands to grip either mans neck. With a
quick
move, he rips out both of the men's throats. With a wolfish
grin, he
advances on the remaining man. "First, you attacked
me. Second, you
gloated when you should have been killing me.
And lastly, this is the more
important one. You should of
brought more men, ten want-to-be solders?
Fucking insulting."
The man fearfully thrusts his spear at Dante, who side
steps it
and grabs the spears shaft. He closes his fist around the
shaft
breaking it, then throwing the spear blade away. "What
the fuck are you!?"
The man yells fearfully at Dante. "Your
worst fucking nightmare." Dante
says before grabbing the
terrified man and sinking his canine like teeth
into his neck and
ripping out his wind pipe. He holds the gargling man up
for a
second, then pushes him away, watching him fall to the ground
dead.
==================================================================
Author:
Dante
Date: Tue Jul 3 23:16:16
2007
Subject The Wolf falls..for now. (part
two)
Dante opens his eyes and takes a deep painful
breath. "You know, of
course, we'll die before we can get
anywhere right?" A shadowy wolf that
appears beside Dante
asks. "Aye Brother, I do." He replies, sinking
painfully to
a knee. "Death comes for us Brother, I can almost feel
her
sweet embrace." "We fought well brother, But we've failed
Her." The wolf
says as he lies down. "We have not failed
Brother; Our Queen does but call
us to her." Dante replies as
he slides backward and leans against a tree.
"It was good
brother." The wolf says as he lays his head on his paws.
"No
regrets?" "Only one," Dante says quietly, as he shifts
into a more
comfortable position. His eyes are heavy, and his
breath comes to him
shakily and shallow. "Good bye Brother,
Rest well." The wolf says,
sighing heavily. Dante takes a
slow deep breath and closes his eyes. He
could feel his hearts
weak beat's within his chest, each beat came slower
and weaker
than the last. "My Captain." A voice speaks in his mind.
"I
have a mission for you, My Great Captain. But first you
must sacrifice your
life to me. Die for me, my Captain and you
shall be reborn." "Obedience
without question. Loyalty until
eternal death comes." Dante says in a
hushed weak voice.
"Ah, my good and loyal Captain, rest now your time will
come
again soon." Then the voice is gone. "Yes my Queen. I will
rest
now." Dante says as he takes a final deep breath. His
heart beats a last
time and then.. Death.
Author:
Dante
Date: Tue Jul 3 23:52:48
2007
Subject The Wolf falls..for now. (part
one)
Dante stood in a small clearing. He stood silent,
unmoving and with his
eyes shut. He stood there, armor less,
weapon less, and shirtless. Blood
covered his hairy chest, arms
and hands, his face, and dripped from his chin
and fingers. His
forever gauntleted hands were heavy. He fought to keep
standing.
A number of bodies littered the clearing and the scent of
blood
and death filled the warm night air. The world seemed to
move in slow
motion to him as he looks around at the corpses.
They were dead Green
Dragonarmy soldiers, not bandits, or
Knights. He threatened one of them and
they ambushed him in
retaliation. At least that's what he thought. He
didn't think
Kailith would have him killed. He killed them all, but
not
without consequence. He felt a strange feeling. Warm blood
gushed
unchecked from a deep wound in his side. He felt pain,
crippling pain, pain
that he hadn't felt since that night so long
ago when he became what he is
now. He closes his eyes once more
and thinks back on the battle.
=======================Flash
Back========================
Rushing from the trees, ten
soldiers surrounded him, weapons drawn. "You
think we're
scared of you, Wolf-boy? Well guess what, we aint!"
Dante
stands there silently, his eyes on the arrogant sounding
man who spoke to
him. "You got anything to say before you die
Mutt?" The man says
brandishing a spear. Dante continues to
remain silent, his red eyes focused
as a battle calm comes over
him. "Guess not. Get him boys!" Ten armed
opponents
against a single unarmed man, unless you count his clawed
finger
gauntlets and teeth. His only real advantage was his
speed and skill.
Soldier after soldier attack, in pairs of two
or three and he dispatches
them quite easily. Until a spear
plunges deep into his side and he is
grabbed by men on either
side of him and is forced to his knees. "See, it
bleeds. Its
not so big and bad now that it has a spear in its side."
The
man who spoke before speaks again. "You aint so mighty
now are you?" He
says as he rips the spear out of Dante's
side. Wordlessly, Dante closes his
eyes then he grins, showing
his bloody canine like teeth. -Only three left.
- He
thinks to himself. "What are you grinning bout mutt?" The
man says to
Dante, who remains silent but opens his eyes.
They're now completely black;
before he closed them they were
red. His muscles ripple as he flexes his
arms and shoulders.
"You know soldier-boy, you messed with the wrong
forsaken
wolf!" Dante says, his voice layered with his and that of
his
inner wolf. As he says that, he bursts upward to his feet,
his arms
breaking free of the men who held him. His clawed
fingers wrap around the
neck of the men on either side of him
before they can even react to his
movement. Chuckling evilly, he
holds either man by the throat in a death
grip. "You made a
few mistakes." He says as he moves his hands to grip
either
mans neck. With a quick move, he rips out both of the men's
throats.
With a wolfish grin, he advances on the remaining man.
"First, you attacked
me. Second, you gloated when you should
have been killing me. And lastly,
this is the more important
one. You should of brought more men, ten
want-to-be solders?
Very Insulting." "Your worst nightmare." Dante says
before
grabbing the terrified man. "The abyss spit me out, your time
is up
fool!" Dante growls and sinks his canine like teeth
into his neck and
ripping out his wind pipe. He holds the
gargling man up for a second, then
pushes him away, watching him
fall to the ground dead.
============================================================
Author:
Dante
Date: Tue Jul 17 19:41:38
2007
Subject The Wolf Returns.
A cloud of
smoke-like darkness rolls across the ground, the smell of
death
surrounding it. No light is able to penetrate its darkness, no
fire,
no moonlight, nothing. It moves quickly, as if on a
mission of some sort.
The quiet sound of strong paws striking
the ground in rapid secession and
the faint panting of a running
wolf is heard from within the cloud. The
cloud and the wolf
hidden inside it move toward a large camp, full of
soldiers
wearing Green uniforms. The wolf growls with anticipation when
he
sees the camp and pushes himself to go faster. As the cloud
approaches the
camp, startled cry's break out and orders are
shouted. The wolf and the
cloud burst out of the trees and into
the camp, the wolf still hidden within
the cloud. As they move,
they leave a faint trail of smoky blackness behind
them. Arrows
are shot into the cloud and spears are thrown, but they simply
go
straight through it and out the other side. The cloud moves
through the
camp at the wolf's direction, following the scent of
the one he was
searching for. The scent led him to a tent,
guarded by a man on either side
holding a spear at ready. The
cloud surges, sending a shockwave that knocks
the guards away
from the tent flap. The cloud and wolf burst into the tent,
the
wolf jumping forward out of the cloud and starts to shimmer,
shifting
form in midair. A man lands where the wolf once was,
the smoky cloud slowly
vanishing. He lands in a crouch, his long
black hair dangling over his
face, hiding it. But anyone who has
seen him before knows exactly who it
is. A smirk crosses his
face as soldiers rush into the tent after him,
shouting and
carrying on. Slowly he stands, raising his arms out to
his
sides. "Oh Kailith.. I'm back.." He says as chuckles
evilly, his face
still hidden by his hair and by shadows. It was
Dante.. Risen from the
dead. He looked different though. His
armor was different for one, and the
way he stood and moved were
different also. The main difference was, his
hands are bare, no
longer covered by the gauntlet that once forever encased
his
hands.
Author: Dante
Date:
Wed Sep 19 07:04:50 2007
Subject Blindness Part 1
A
great black wolf lopes easily through the thick underbrush,
a
mischievous look in his eyes. A crowd of people chased after
him carrying
torches and with weapons in hand. The wolf's muzzle
was covered in blood.
Dante toyed with the people, running just
fast enough for them to keep on
him, but fast enough so he wasn't
too close to them. He jumps up onto a
fallen small rocky crag
and lifts his head, releasing a deep howl. Leaping
off the crag,
he lopes away, the fun of leading the people on a wild
goose
chase had gone and he was getting bored with it. So he
decided he'd lose
them real quick and go find other
entertainment. He jumps onto a fallen
tree, his paws just barely
touching it as he leaps off it, without looking
what was on the
other side. There was a gaping hole on the other side of
the
log, twenty feet or so in diameter. He shifts form as he falls
at an
angle toward the wall of the hole. He collides with the
wall, his hands and
feet finding holds, but his head slams into
the wall. Blood splatters
against the wall and flows freely down
his face into his eyes from a gash
above his right eye brow. He
fights to stay awake, shaking his head to try
and clear it. He
releases one of his hands and wipes the blood from his
eyes. His
vision starts to blur and his eyes become heavier and heavier.
Slowly his vision fades and his grip releases and he falls. He
crashes into
ledge after ledge as he falls until he finally
crashes down onto the floor
of the cavern. He is battered and
bruised and scratched up, but other than
his head wound there was
nothing serious.
Hours pass before he slowly starts to come
to. Groaning in pain he moves
his hands to his throbbing head
before slowly blinking his eyes open. At
first he thought he was
blind and he very well could be, but he settles with
the idea
that it was just pitch black in the cavern, a deep
oppressing
darkness that wouldn't allow any light. Slowly he
climbs to his feet and
turns around in a circle. It was useless,
he couldn't see where he was
going, he could easily fall into a
bottomless pit, or get lost down here
forever. Growling, he
shakes his head, "I have to stay calm. If I start to
panic I'll
never get out of here." He mutters to him self as he shifts
into
his wolf form. He sniffs the air and catches a strangely
fragrant scent of
food cooking. Slowly he follows the scent,
carefully laying a paw down out
in front of him as he walks, to
help make sure he didn't fall into anything.
After a few minutes
he can hear a voice and some commotion. He wants
nothing more
but to run toward the scent and the sounds, but restrains
himself
because he still can't see anything. He walks a few more steps
then
stops, the fur on the back of his neck standing up on end.
Someone or something was watching him. His ears perk up and he
sniffs at
the air but he cannot hear or smell anything. His
muscles tense up and he
stands completely still. "Ho-Ho! What
do we have here?" The voice of an
old man says loudly. "A
blind wolf? No, no.. Its but a man disguised as a
wolf!" The
voice cackles shrilly, then from out of no where Dante is
struck
by something. The blow knocks Dante down and he quickly
returns to his
feet, only instead of four paws he stood on two
feet. -What's this!? Why
am I human again? - He says to
himself inside his head. No one had ever
made him shift back
into his human form before and just what was it that
could see
him in this darkness? Unless.. Grimly he realizes that he
is
blind and there was never any darkness. A sudden panic grips
him, his heart
starts to pound and for the first time in his life
he doubts himself. He
rips his sword out of its scabbard and
turns in a circle, holding the sword
out in front of him.
But
what use will his sword be? How can he fight when he can not
see?
"Who's there?" Dante says out loud in a doubt
filled voice. "Hehe I was
right.. You are blind!" The
voice giggles childishly. "Awnser me!" Dante
shouts,
swinging his sword, which clashes against a wall.
Author: Dante
Date: Wed Sep
19 07:08:00 2007
Subject Blindness part
2
"Useless blind Dante." The voice giggles more.
"You are nothing now oh
"great" Captain. What use is a blind
man? None!" Doubt has set in and it
is stronger an enemy than
any warrior or mage. -He's right. Im useless.
No longer can
I fight. What can I do? - -Brother! Thou art not useless.
Calm thyself Dante, thou hast other senses. Use them in stead
of thy sight!
- A familiar voice rings out in Dante's mind.
Dante could feel the presence
of the Large black wolf that was
made up of shadows standing beside him and
he calmed noticeably
but was still doubtful of his abilities. -Brother,
Thou art a
great warrior. One of such greatness legends wilt be made
from
thou. Vision or not, Brother mine, Thou art still that
great warrior. Make
keen thy senses, Fight with them. - Dante
nods and takes a deep breath,
calming himself. The panic leaves
him and his confidence returns. He
stands complete still and
strains his ears for the slightest sound. A
pebble is kicked by
accident and Dante moves with trained speed. He swings
his hand
at the sound with lightning like speed. His hand finds the neck
of
the man who taunted Dante and closes around it in an iron
grip. "I wont ask
again old man. Who are you? And how did
you do that?" "Good work.. For
a blind man! Hehe Im just
a crazy hermit!" The old man says before
disappearing from
Dante's grip. "Untill next time Dante!" His voice
rings
out. "What was that about.." Dante grumbles and
closes his useless eyes
again, concentrating on his other senses.
-I can do this. I refuse to give
up! - He says to himself
as he shifts into his wolf form. Slowly he starts
to move again,
finding his way with his senses of hearing, touch, and
smell.
Author: Dante
Date: Tue
Sep 25 22:13:24 2007
Subject Memories and the way out(Part
1)
Time passes slowly to Dante as he wonders through the
seemingly endless
cave. He can do nothing but wonder aimlessly,
sniffing the air and
straining his furry ears for any sound of
hope. His paws made little sound
on the stone floor, but his
stomach growled hungrily. Sullenly, he lets his
mind wonder,
reminiscing about the past. He sighs gently and
continues
padding along. His thought about the one thing that
ever truly make him
happy, the one person he ever cared about.
He thought of Arikiah, his
lifemate. He thought back to when
they first met, she was a new thorn mage
and he had been ordered
to guard the Baroness. He remembered the first time
he saw her.
It was at that moment love entered his heart for the first
time.
He knew that she would be the one, that he would spend the rest
of
his life with her. They were together as much as they could
be, often times
sneaking away from Storms Keep to swim together
and then sit on the beach
laughing and having a good time. He
wasn't happy unless he was with her.
Finally after weeks of
being together, Takhisis found it fit for Arikaih to
join his
pack, thus making their bond even stronger. Soon after she
became
apart of his back, they became lifemates. Since that day,
at least until
recently, He never left her side. He watched with
pride as she became a
powerful mage. A splash makes him alert
again and he pauses, listening
intently. After a few moments he
continues, allowing his mind to wonder
again. Sadly, he
remembers the day she delivered their still born child and
how
hard she cried because she felt like she had failed to give him a
child.
He of course, didn't think she did, it wasn't her fault.
She is the only
person he has ever loved and probably the only
one he will ever love. But
now look at what happened. It was as
if she hated him now. She would
hardly talk to him anymore. Of
course, it was his fault. If he had not
been careless and not
let himself get killed, he would of never changed and
she would
still love him. "My Beloved Arikaih, I wish there was some
way
for you to hear me." He says aloud. "I do still love you
Arikaih and I
will love you for all eternity." He shimmers into
his human form and falls
onto his hands knees, a single tear
rolling down his cheek. The fact that
he would never see her
again hurt worse then any thing he's ever felt. He
would rip the
world apart piece by piece, if only there was some way for her
to
love him again. A strange noise interrupts his thinking and he
becomes
alert again. He wipes his face with his hand and then
concentrates,
focusing on listening. The sound of many shrill
voices speaking in an ugly
guttural language is heard. Quietly
he draws his sword and silently moves
toward the voices. As he
nears them, a foul odor fills the air. "Goblins!"
He hissed,
crouching down. There was another scent also, the scent of
the
forest, his way out. Now all he had to do is get past the
goblin. He grins
and starts to clear his mind.
Author: Dante
Date: Tue Sep
25 22:16:21 2007
Subject Memories and the way out(Part
2)
Uttering a prayer, he starts to move again. Startled
cries echo in the
cave as one of them spots him. He stood there,
readying himself, focusing
on his senses. He could hear their
voices as they screeched, but he
listened more to the sound of
their feet. Silently he waits, his sword held
neglectly in his
hand. He would fight and he would win. He had full
confidence
in himself that he could. The first goblin that reached
him
leaps at him, screeching a battle cry. With trained reflexes
and speed, he
spins and swings his sword with massive force. The
blow hits the screeching
goblin just above the waist with such
force the goblin is cut in half,
spraying its black blood
everywhere. The feel of the blood as it splatters
on his face
and arms, fills him with a kind of battle high. Dante starts
to
laugh evilly and takes his sword in both hands, charging
toward the goblin
attackers fearlessly. His laugher echoes
through the cave as the clash of
weapons grow more intense.
To
be continued.
Author: Dante
Date:
Tue Oct 2 22:18:13 2007
Subject The Ogre and
Freedom.(Part 1)
The battle was intense. Dante fought
with such ferocity, the goblin
attackers flinched back. Even
though he was blind and out numbered, he
deftly fought and killed
or injured at least half of the goblin's original
number, before
the remainder turn and fled in terror. He had received a
few
injuries but nothing serious, a cut on his left arm bled
fitfully however.
Slightly winded, he sits down and pulls some
cloth wrap from a pouch and
starts to wrap the cut on his arm.
Fighting blind like that was a
completely different experience
than he had ever felt. In that one fight,
he adapted his whole
style of swordsmanship to fit to his blindness.
Grinning he hums
a soft tune as he ties a knot in the bandage. The sounds
and
smells of the forest calls to him, beckoning him to leave the
cave and
he stands, turning toward the exit. He was free, or so
he thought. The
heavy thud of two feet moving toward him and the
brutish grunts and roars of
an Ogre stop him in his tracks.
Dante could feel the ogre running toward
him and a slight whistle
informs him that the ogre carried a weapon, a big
one. He draws
his sword and the ogre jumps forward, swinging a over handed
blow
at Dante. He senses it and jumps out of the way, letting the
weapon
swing harmlessly through the air then crash into the
ground. The impact
shook the ground and had to come from a war
hammer of some sorts. Cursing
Dante moves away to quickly plan a
strategy, but his thought is interrupted
the ogre swings the
hammer again. Dante tries to block the hammer, but his
blade
shatters and he is thrown to the ground. He reaches into his
boot and
draws a dirk as he rolls to his feet. But as he comes
to his feet, a hand
closes around his head and he is lifted off
the ground. The ogre laughs and
throws Dante across the cavern
as easily as one might throw a doll. He
slams into the wall of
the cavern with such force his breath is expelled,
his dirk flies
from his hand, and he falls to the ground, coughing up blood
and
gasping for air. A grim thought grips his mind as he kneeled
there,
gasping painfully. Ogres were hard to fight when he could
see and now that
he was blind it would be ten times as hard.
This fight, he thought, would
be his last. What chance did he
have, blind and unarmed, against an ogre
this size? None.
-Don't think! Move! - a voice rings in his mind and
he
rolls quickly as the ogre's hammer lands where he just was.
Grunting
painfully he pushes himself to his feet and stands
mockingly before the
ogre. "If you are to be my death, then so
be it! I do gladly accept
death's call." Dante says, dodging
another swing. "But you will find, I
will not just lay down
and die." -Brother! On the ground three feet to
your right
there is a pole arm. - The voice tells him urgently. He
dives
to his right, evading another swing and his hands close
around the shaft of
a halberd. It has a spear tip, then an axe
head and a pick at one end, the
other was a pointed butt piece.
He comes to his feet, swinging the halberd
skillfully around him,
then moves into a stance, the blade of the halberd
held low
behind him slightly. The ogre roars in rages and charges Dante.
He gives ground freely, staying just out of reach of the massive
hammer.
Then when an opening presents it self he thrusts the
halberd, sending the
spear tip into the ogre's right thigh. The
wound enrages it more than hurts
it and it swings its hammer
again, this time connecting solidly. The blow
hits Dante full in
the chest and he flies backward, an audible cry of pain
escaping
him. He lands, rolling a few times. He lies there,
gasping
painfully and clutching at his chest with one hand, as
his other clutches
the halberd. Ribs were not just broke, some
were shattered and others broke
in multiple places. Great tears
of pain wail up into his eyes, as he coughs
up blood and gasps
weakly for air. -Strength Dante! You must find
strength! It
is not yet your time! - The voice says in his mind.
Author: Dante
Date: Tue Oct
2 22:20:33 2007
Subject The Ogre and Freedom(part
2)
At first the pain was so great he couldn't think
coherently, but then the
image of Arikaih enters his mind and
from some where deep inside him,
strength comes. The very last
of anything he could muster would have to be
enough. The ogre
stood at Dante's feet, chuckling. It lifts its hammer for
the
killing blow, and then swings the hammer with all its might.
Releasing
the strength all at once, Dante rolls to his feet and
grips the halberd in
both hands. Shouting something a battle cry
of sorts, he swings the halberd
with all his might. The blade
slices through the ogres right arm then sinks
deep into its right
thigh. The ogre roars in pain and releases the hammer,
stumbling
backward. Dante jumps forward, spinning and he swings a
great
blow to the ogre's right leg. The blade cuts straight
through the leg,
cutting it off as well. The ogre bellows again
in pain and falls to the
ground, its mouth agape. Dante lifts
the halberd over his head and swings
one last blow, beheading the
ogre. He had won, but at what cost? Could he
hold on to his
life as injured as he is? Chuckling painfully, he stumbles
away,
toward the cave entrance. He could feel the change as he leaves
the
cave, the breeze and the soft ground underneath his feet. He
staggers
forward, chuckling still. He chuckled at the pain, not
because he won. He
falls to his knees and lifts his head and
howls a painful cry for help. He
pushes himself to his feet and
staggers some more, before falling again.
Painfully he lifts his
head and howls again, and then falls backward. He
lies there,
his breath coming to him in weak, painful wheezes. He lay
there,
waiting for death's sweet embrace. His right hand still clutches
at
the halberd that he found and with his left he reaches up
toward the sky.
His consciousness fades and his hand drops.
Author: Dante
Date: Sun Dec
2 21:45:51 2007
Subject To Sanction.
Dante limps
through the trees, his black fur covered in blood. His
whimpers
softly as he walks, blood flowing from various wounds. Hatred and
a
deep sadness burned in his visionless eyes. He had lost
everything he held
dear. His Wolfbound, dead. His Bondmate Anaru,
dead. His once Lifemate,
gone. He was just a shell of his former
self but he pressed on. It was not
his time to die so he would
live on to further the Glory of Takhisis . Word
had reached him
that Saige had called everyone back to Sanction for
further
orders after a convoy had been attacked. Though he was
not far, his wounds
made it hard for him. He crests a hill and
looks upon Sanction, his
destination. He pauses a moment and
lifts his head, releasing a sorrow
filled howl into the night
air. As the howl dies away, he presses on into
Sanction.
Author: Dante
Date: Mon Mar
17 21:46:25 2008
Subject [FWD] A return.
[FWD
Note] - [ 35] Dante: A return.
[FWD Date] - Mon Mar 17
21:44:38 2008
[FWD To ] - all [Original to:]
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The shadowy form of a large
black wolf pads silently around a well lit
camp. The wolf
approaches a man, who stood alone outside the fire
light,
watching and waiting. The wolf stops before the man and
sits on his
haunches.
"Gavin" The wolf says quietly, startling
the man who was looking the other
way. The man turns and bows
deeply to the wolf.
"Milord Dante. Welcome back." He says
softly. "How was your venture?"
"It went better than expected,
But we havent time for that. Make the
necessary preperations. You
and the men march at dawn." Dante says, in a
tone of
command.
"Aye Milord, it wll be as you say. Don't You march with
us?"
"No, i must go talk with someone. But i will rejoin you at
dawn in two
days." He stands and and looks around
quietly.
"Where do we march Milord?" Gavin asks as he bows
quietly.
"At dawn, a wolf will join you. Follow the wolf. "
Dante says as he inclines
his head. "Make haste Gavin, Dawn is
but a few hours away." With that Dante
lopes away into the
darkness. Gavin turns and jogs back into the camp,
already
bellowing orders. Dante had been away seeking a blind warrior
who
could train him. He found this warrior and is again like he
once was.
Fearless. Merciless. Unstopable.
He goes now to seek
Lord Saige, to seek his wisdom. It has been days since he slept
and it would probably be a few more days since he could. But He
was used to pushing himself.
Author: Dante
Date: Fri Nov 7 01:50:44 2008
Subject A
Figure.
A figure stalks through the trees beneath Solace.
He moved swiftly and
silently, but he was followed by an angry
mob with torches and who were
armed to the teeth. The figure
grins as he seems to disappear into the
brush. Things were a bit
too hot here now, it was time for him to go back to
Neraka and
report. He lays low as the crowd passes and then slips out of
his
hiding spot and moves swiftly to his hidden encampment. He
grabs what few
things he had and saddles his black horse.
"Alright Skull, lets get back."
He says to his horse as he climbs
up into the saddle and kicks the horse
into a gallop. They travel
for days, stopping only to rest Skull for a few
hours. Soon they
reached Neraka, their home. They had been gone for some
months
scouting, you could say. He had learned few things, but he
should
report never the less. He sighed gently as he rode up to
an inn and
dismounted, handing the reins to a stable boy. "Watch
him neighbor, he
bites." Dante says as he walks into the Inn. A
few moments later he emerges
from the Inn and looks around.
It
was time to go report. He tosses his hood up over his head and
walks down
the street.
Author: Dante
Date: Thu Dec 11 04:08:35 2008
Subject Leaving
in search of the Knife of Darcart
Dante bursts into his
small room, his face aflame with rage. He jerks a
small pack off
a table and empties the contents on the floor. He curses
angrily
as he starts to stuff the pack full of things. He had heard of
an
artifact as he was being drug from the common room. Luerk had
said it was
something of great importance. All he had heard was
Dracart. He would show
that arrogant fool of a highlord how wrong
he was about Dante. He would find
this artifact and bring it
back. His honor would be restored as would his
rank. He could see
it now. Shaking his head, he throws the pack onto his
back and
quickly leaves the room. He grabs a messenger who passes him
and
smirks as the boy curses. "I Need you to do something for me
boy." Dante
says as he looks into the boys eyes and the boy
cowers away. "Wha..what?"
The boy says, his voice trembling.
"Take a message to our allies. Tell them
to watch for Solamnic
forces who might move to intercept an artifact of
the
Dragonarmies." Dante says, his voice quiet. "Do this, or
suffer my wrath.
Understand boy?" The trembling boy nods and
Dante smirks, before handing him
a few coins. Without another
word Dante leaves the Temple and soon Neraka.
He pauses outside
the gate and whistles loudly. Soon a black wolf appears
from the
brush and Dante grins. "Lets go old friend." With that, Dante
and
the wolf vanish down the road.
Author: Dante
Date: Mon Dec 22 21:10:49 2008
Subject
Knife of Dracart- Conscripting Informants.
It was late
evening and Dante was stalking after a very odd couple,
a
Minotaur and a Half-elf that had been asking questions about
the knife. He
smirks as he sees the Minotaur enter an inn as the
half-elf waits outside.
He thought about rushing the Half-elf now
since he was alone but by the time
he had decided against it, the
Half-elf had gone into the inn. He sighs as
he follows him into
the inn. The Minotaur was interrogating another man
about
information about the knife and Dante sat down, listening to what
the
minotaur was saying to the man. He takes a sip of his drink
and curses as
someone he knows walks in. It was Highmaster Luerk.
What the hell was he
doing here? This complicates things.
Glancing over at Luerk Dante slides
back into the shadows.
By
the time Dante turned his attention back to the Minotaur, it and
the
Half-elf were sitting together now, talking quietly. He
strained to hear
what they were saying but it was really no use.
Suddenly the Half-elf jumps
up, drawing a sword and a dagger and
closing the gap between himself and
Dante rather quickly. The
Minotaur roars and rushes at Luerk. The half-elf
throws a dagger
at Dante, who easily moves out of the way, and stands
drawing his
long curved blade and kicking a table out of his way.
The
fight was short and interrupted by Luerk jumping on Dante as he
was
reaching for the Half-elf who lay on the ground. Dante
quickly rolls to his
feet, his face finally being revealed. He
lowers his blade and glares at
Luerk. He exchanges a few words
with the arrogant Highlord but doesn't
really pay attention. He
loathes Luerk and his arm twitches wanting to
strike at the man.
With a profound distaste he sheathes his sword and does
as the
Highlord says. Pulling a length of rope from his pack he moves
and
hogties the Minotaur who had been slept by a spell from
Luerk. The beast
smelled awful, but he was soon tied enough so he
couldn't move. Luerk took
the Half-elf into custody and had Dante
wake the Minotaur and bring him
along. Dante curses inwardly as
he wakes the beast and cuts his feet loose
so he can walk. He
glares at Luerk as they disappear outside into the
streets of
Sanction.
Author: Dante
Date:
Tue Dec 23 06:09:36 2008
Subject A visit from
Her.
Dante stands in a small clearing in the moon light,
his chest bare
against the crisp night air. His spear was stuck
into the ground not far
from him and his Katana was held loosely.
He flexes his muscles and releases
them dropping to his knees and
bowing his head. His mind wonders toward the
voice that called to
him. It was the voice of a woman, the voice of a
temptress. Dante
willingly strode toward the voice in the depths of his
mind. He
let the voice take him and thus he stood before his
Queen,
Takhisis. She flooded his mind with a great number of
images.
There were those of A great red dragon and some of a
battle, no many
battles. He heard Her laughter before she pulled
him close and breathes on
his neck. "Dante Sethhas long been
dead. Lose that name, Be known now and
forever as Dante
Devereux" She whispers to him but before he could answer,
Her
presence was gone and he was awake again. "As you say, My
Queen." He
says quietly as he stands and grips his Katana. He
takes a few deep breaths
to calm his breathing and then starts a
Kata.
Author: Dante
Date: Tue
Dec 23 07:10:32 2008
Subject A visit.
Dante stands
in a small clearing in the moon light, his chest bare
against the
crisp night air. His spear was stuck into the ground not far
from
him and his Katana was held loosely. He flexes his muscles and
releases
them dropping to his knees and bowing his head. His mind
wonders toward the
voice that called to him. It was the voice of
a woman, the voice of a
temptress. Dante willingly strode toward
the voice in the depths of his
mind. He let the voice take him
and thus he stood before his Queen,
Takhisis. She flooded his
mind with a great number of images.
There were those of A
great red dragon and some of a battle, no many
battles. Lastly
there was one of a man who wore a green cloak and had black
hair.
He heard Her laughter before she pulled him close and breathes on
his
neck."Dante Sethhas long been dead. Lose that name; Be
known now and forever
as Dante Delacroix" She whispers to him
but before he could answer, Her
presence was gone and he was
awake again."As you say, My Queen." He says
quietly as he
stands and grips his Katana. He takes a few deep breaths to
calm
his breathing and then starts a Kata.
Author:
Dante
Date: Wed Dec 24 17:55:15
2008
Subject Knife of Dracart -A new mission-
Dante
takes steps two at a time, cursing Saige. -Damn him! Damn him
to
the Abyss- He speaks within his mind and bursts through the
door at the
bottom of the steps. Immediately he saw the two Sivak
Draconians standing
next to horses. He strides toward them, his
spear held low. "Rastar and
Viraas I presume?" He says but
doesnt give them time to answer. "Lose the
horses and the heavy
armor. We travel light, we travel fast. Meet me at the
docks in
an hours time." One of the Sivaks start to say something but
Dante
interrupts. "Know that I do not need, nor want you with
me. Do say do I will
not hesitate to kill you my damned self.
Understood?" He snarls as he speaks
and then turns to leave.
"Like some soldier could.." one of the sivaks start but
his words are cut
off as Dante sweeps its feet out from beneath
him. The tip of the spear is
pressed against the Sivaks neck
before he hits the ground. The other one
reaches for his sword
but suddenly realizes there is a blade pressed against
his neck.
"Do as I say or I will kill you both." He says before
sheathing
his Katana and leaves the courtyard. He moves swiftly
through Sanction,
toward where Luerk and his Greens were staying.
He smirks as he enters the
inn unnoticed through a window and
slowly draws his Katana, looking down at
the sleeping man. It was
the Half-elf he fought not a day ago. He had
information and
Dante needed it. He grins as he kicks the bed, waking
the
Half-breed.
Author: Dante
Date: Sat Dec 27 10:15:35 2008
Subject Knife of
Dracart -Stealing a prisoner-
Dante kicked the bed, but
of course the Half-elf wasnt in it. He crouched
in a corner
sprouting a witty remark about kicking beds as a hobby. He
smirks
to himself as he tells the half-elf to tell what he know about
the
knife. He of course had to make things difficult and Dante
gripped his
Katana tighter, keeping a rein on his anger. Finally
the Half-elf cooperates
and tells him very little about how he
knew what it looked like and
something else. That was honestly
more than Dante knew so He ordered the
Half-elf to come with him
to find it. After some witty banter He agreed and
moved to ready
himself.
"What do you think youre doing with my
prisoner?"
A very unpleasant voice says from the darkness. It
was of course Luerk and
Dante was kind of taking his Prisoner.
Words were exchanged, but Luerk
surprisingly let them go and even
gave them supplies. Smirking Dante shakes
his head and follows
after Valas out the window and then lead him to the
Docks where
the Sivaks, Rastar and Viraas, waited. He spoke to a Captain of
a
ship painted black and then beckoned the others onboard. Soon
they were
underway and floated through the water, the moons
bright over head. He
stands at the railing, looking out over the
water. His vision darkens and He
starts to hear His Queens voice,
whispering things to him. She calls him to
Her again and he
willingly goes. Soon his Queen floats around him,
whispering to
him, filling his mind once more with images. Again there was
a
Great Red Dragon and the tall man with black hair and a green
cloak.
Then there was a single image of a monk and then one of
a huge ogre in black
robes. "Find this monk, My hunter. He has
information for you.." Takhisis
whispers to him and he bows his
head. "Of course my Queen. It will be done."
He replies
almost woodenly. His Queen Laughs mercilessly and sends
him
rushing back to reality. He falls to his knees, gasping for
air. He must of
held his breath the whole time. Shaking his head
he looks up. He stands and
grins as he sees shore fast
approaching. "Valas, Get the Draconians and get
ready to
land." He says, his eyes glinting in the darkness.
Author: Dante
Date: Mon Jan
12 00:09:20 2009
Subject The morning after.
Dante
woke suddenly, his head pounding. He groans as he sits up from
the
hard dirt and looks around. Tachande lay about 10 feet away
passed out on
the ground and the two sivaks sat talking quietly.
He sits up, holding his
head tenderly in his hands. "What in
the name of the abyss happened?" He
grumbles as he looks at the
Sivaks. "You and that other one got drunk and
burned down the
inn we were at." One of the Sivaks say before he snorts
in
distaste. "Youre lucky we were there or you two probably
would of burned to
death." Flash backs of the night before came
somewhat to Dante and he groans
and shakes his head. "Well
atleast we had fun." He says as he chuckles and
stands up off
the ground before stretching and yawning greatly. He walks
over
to Tachande and kicks him. "Tach, Wake up we need to get moving
to
Solace." He says as he looks around. His head still pounded
but memories
from last night were slowly coming back to him.
Chuckling gently Dante
buckles his Katana across his back and
tosses a piece of black lakrak root
into his mouth. "Im going
to scout ahead, bring him as soon as hes up and
moving." He
says to the Sivaks before disappearing into the wilderness.
Author: Dante
Date: Tue Jan
13 02:38:45 2009
Subject Taking a dive.
Dante
stands alone looking out over the Straits of Schallsea. Night
had
fallen some time ago and he stood waiting for the ship that
would ferry him
and the others across to Abanasinia. Soon his
thoughts drift toward the past
and his mind wonders through
thoughts of Arikaih and he found himself
longing for her savage
beauty. His heart ached for her but she was gone. The
sound of a
horses hooves bring him back to reality. He turns and curses
when
he sees five Solamnic Knights in full armor atop of massive
war horses.
"State your name." one of the knights asks
Dante. "Who wants to know?" Dante
says arrogantly and the
knight who asked clanks down to the ground and steps
toward
Dante. "I am Sir Ric of the Order of the Crown and I order you
to
state your name." He says in a stern voice with his hand on
his sword. This
of course was a fight that even if Dante won, he
would probably be injured.
He stays silent for a moment, trying
to figure out what to do. But then, the
sound of his saviors
arrival rung out. The shrill whistle signaled the ships
arrival
and glancing over his shoulder, low and be hold there it
was.
Grinning wickedly Dante pulls the knight close, drawing a
dagger from his
belt in a blur of motion. "I am Dante
Delacroix, The Dark Hunter!" He says
before slicing the knights
throat and kicking his body away. He hurls the
dagger into the
trees in the general direction of his small encampment,
hoping
someone would find it and figure out what happened before he
turns
and Launches himself off the 30 ft cliff and down into the
water. The
sailors aboard the ship threw Him a line and pulled
him aboard. Dante,
smirking as he looked back up at the cursing
knights, waves gently as the
ship sets sail toward the
Abanasinian coast.
Author: Dante
Date: Fri Jan 23 07:25:33 2009
Subject
Darkness
Darkness surrounds Dante and Tachande as they
moved swiftly away from
Neraka. They had stopped for supplies and
so Dante could talk to Ayasana but
other then that they left as
soon as they could. They ran for awhile but
Dantes sensitive
hearing picked up something and he came to a halt,
listening for
the sound again. It sounded like hooves. But it was coming
toward
them from the way they were going, not from Neraka. He sniffs at
the
air and picks up four distinct odors. There was sweat, mixed
with leather,
rusty metal and the faint stench of blood. He
thinks for a moment and then
suddenly kicks Tachande in the
chest. The two brawl for a few minutes and
then Dante ducks
quickly behind a tree, hiding in the shadows. Tachande can
now
here the hooves and draws his Scimitars. He stands out in the
open,
waiting like a dumb ass.
With a sigh, Dante grabs
Tachande and pulls him out of the open and shoves
him behind a
tree, putting a finger to his own lips. Nodding Tachande
hides
against the tree and waits. Dante lets the first three pass
but moves as the
last one starts to pass. His razor sharp Katana
almost slices the rider in
half and his torso falls to one side,
hanging my his spine and some flesh.
He jumps into another shadow
before the others can turn and see him. They
stare in horror at
their dead comrade. Tachande jumps out of the shadows and
casts a
spell that kills one of them, his shrieks fill the night.
The
other two curse and look around but from the shadows, a knife
zips
through the air and sinks into one of the two remaining mens
throat. The man
gurgles and then falls from his saddle, dead. The
last man Flees from the
Dante and Tachande, driving his horse
into a dead run. Tachande searches the
bodies and finds a Signet
ring from Nordmaar. "It looks like this is going
to be a
challenge." Tachande says as he tosses the signet to Dante.
"I
always like a challenge." Dante replies as he sits down
with his back
against a tree. "Im going to get some rest. Get
rid of the bodies and no
fire." He says as he falls into a
light sleep.
Author: Dante
Date:
Mon Jan 26 22:32:05 2009
Subject A lonely night on the
Beach.
Dante walks alone on a moon lit beach on the
eastern coast of Nordmaar.
Tachande sleep back in the trees after
a long day of training, yet after
everything hes done lately,
Dante couldnt sleep. Maybe it was the Lakrak but
he hadnt had any
in a few days. He sighs gently and looks out at the rolling
waves
of the Blood Sea of Istar. He shakes his head gently and
continues his
walk. His foot hits something in the sand and he
curses, falling back into
the sand. Grumbling he digs into the
sand to find what he hit his foot on.
His hand touched something
metallic and curiously he pulls the metallic
object out of the
sand.
He stands and walks over to the water and washes the sand
off of it,
revealing a blacken horned battle crown that bore a
Black Crescent between
the horns. He thinks for a moment, running
his fingertips over the metal. He
runs a hand through his hair
and finally slides the crown onto his brow. Hes
struck by a
painful vision of what happened to its previous owner, who
had
died at sea long ago. The visions drive him to his knees he
screams
painfully. After a few minutes and a few more visions the
pain subsides and
he falls back onto his back in the sand,
panting heavily. He shakes his head
and rolls his hand falling on
the other piece of the crown. He pulls it from
the sand and
brushes it off
It was a mask that connected with the crown and
was designed to look like
something from the Abyss. He grins and
tucks the mask away, before standing
up and brushing himself off.
The mask and crown once was owned by a previous
Highlord of the
Red Dragonarmy who died when his ship sank in the Blood Sea.
Now
Dante had found it, imagine that.
Author: Dante
Date: Thu Feb 5 19:23:17 2009
Subject
Back to Neraka
Dante sits alone next to a small creek,
his wet hair draped around his
downcast face. He just bathed in
the cool water of the creek and now sat
nude on a rock, relaxing
for a few moments. His body was scared from the
many wounds he
had received in battle and his muscles rippled each time
he
moved. He sighed gently and cups his hands in the water and
gently splashes
his face with the clear water. The black metal
band on his right finger
touches his temple and A vision explodes
in his mind. He is walking through
the streets of Neraka and then
he is kneeling before someone and receiving
something.
He comes
back to his senses and stands abruptly and quickly dresses.
He
wasnt sure what the vision meant but he was for sure he needed
to get back
to Neraka as quickly as possible. He turns and moves
quickly back to the
camp. "Tachande, Mephiston! Get up. Break
camp we need to move!" He says as
he starts to put on what little
armor he wore. "Were needed in Neraka and we
were needed there a
week ago. Lets move boys we have a lot of land to
cover." He says
as he douses the fire, leaving his own small tent where it
was
and waits for the others to wake and get dressed. Something was
about to
happen and it worried Dante.
Author:
Dante
Date: Wed Feb 11 01:23:29
2009
Subject Leaving...again.
Dante curses loudly,
standing in his cave like abode under a house in
Neraka. He had
just received a message from Verminaard telling him to come
to
Pax Tharkas. Of course! Growling he throws the scroll case
against the
wall, shattering it. Dante curses loudly, standing in
his cave like abode
under a house in Neraka. He had just received
a message from Verminaard
telling him to come to Pax Tharkas. Of
course! Growling he throws the scroll
case against the wall,
shattering it. He moves up the stairs and goes out
the door,
setting a poisonous needle trap before locking the door and
moving
out into the street. He goes to find Tachande, a Sergent
who was under his
command. He snorts as he hears that hes
sleeping. He finds him in the
Sleeping Quarters of the Red
Barracks, sitting up in his bed, sweating
profusely. After
telling Dante of his slavery early on in his life,
Tachande
stands up and dresses quickly. "Tachande. Im leaving
for Pax Tharkas,
Verminaard has sent for me. Ill return in two
moons time, until then I want
you to see to it that Mephiston and
yourself are properly trained as
Soldiers." Dante says and
leaves without another word. He moves quickly
through the streets
of Neraka and out of the gates and into the Wilderness.
Once
again the Hunter treks through the wilderness.
Author: Dante
Date: Fri Feb
27 22:49:21 2009
Subject Arrival
Dante looks out at
the looming fortress that is Pax Tharkas. He had been
traveling
for weeks and now he was here, he was in a foul mood. He would
be
going back to all the people, back to the order, back to
everything he
hated. Whatever Verminaard wanted, it had better be
good. With distasteful
sigh he starts toward Pax Tharkas. He left
Neraka and went down to Sanction
where he booked passage to a
lonely beach somewhere south of where Pax
Tharkas would be. From
there he went over land to the imposing fortress.
After a few
questions, Dante strides toward where he could find
Lord
Verminaard and comes to a guarded door. "Go tell
Verminaard that Dante
Delacroix has arrived." The guard shakes
his head and smirks. "Lord
Verminaard is not to be disturbed."
He says in an arrogant voice. Dante
grins wickedly and in a
fast move, has the guard against the wall with a
knife at his
neck.
"You will tell him now or I'll slice yer throat and
tell him my self.
Understood?" Dante says, the knife pressed
against the mans neck so hard it
was drawing blood. After the
guard nods, Dante releases him and then shoves
him through the
door, smirking.
Author: Dante
Date: Mon Mar 2 15:33:41 2009
Subject A
vision.
Dante watches as the guard comes back through the
door, a small piece of
cloth held to his neck. "He'll see you,
Milord Dante." With a smirk Dante
nods. "Of course he will." He
mutters before walking into the room. He walks
toward a Tall man
who wore night blue dragonscale armor trimmed in gold and
a
hidious Dragon Highlord Helmet even though he was inside.
"Verminaard, you
summoned me?" Dante says, without a bow or
even a salute. Verminaard shifts
beneath his armor and looks at
Dante.
"Ah, Dante Seth, or should I say Delacroix?"
Verminaard says as he turns on
his heel and walks back to his
"Throne". "You've made it here in good time."
Dante smirks
and nods gently. "Aye, I have business to attend too back
at
Neraka. Now what do you want?"
"Ahh, get to the point
hmm?" Verminaard looks at Dante, noting the way the
man held
himself in his presence, "I have a task for you." Pyros
walked
through the door at Dante's back. Heeding Verminaard's
unheard call. Looking
at the Human, Pyros didn't seem too
impressed with the man. Summing up the
man, Pyros began to speak.
" My Queen deems this Mortal worthy of
Highmaster? He seems
less fit to be a Soldier. Either way, We have a task
for you
Dante Delacroix." Pyros nods to Verminaard, who grunts in
amusement,
"Yes the Dragon hunter's of Nordmaar. The Red
Dragons have been weary of
their existence, yet they deem it
underneath them to deal with. Perfect for
you." Dante grunts
and nods. "Ive been there once before, gathered quite
of
following." He says with a smirk. "You want me to Invade
Nordmaar and wipe
out these Dragon hunters then?"
Verminaard
smirks beneath his grotesque Dragonhelm, "Yes." Turning
his
helmed head to Pyros, "What say you to this, shall it
appease your
squabbling kin and grant their allegiance to our
war?" Pyros tipped his
head. "Yes it would, yet," eyeing
Dante, "One such as this mortal may not
suffice, thus I shall
send one of my kin with him, to assure that he not
fail in his
quest." Dante snorts at Pyros comment. "You know little of
what
im capable of." He glances down at the map and falls
silent for a few
moments. "I will go back to Neraka and gather
our Armies. Then Nordmaar will
fall beneath our might."
"But
before you depart, Dante, I have one question to ask you before
your
departure," dismissing Pyros to convene with the Red
dragon who shall aide
Dante, "What force do you plan to take to
the Conquest of Nordmaar?" Dante
smirks and looks at
Verminaard. "I have already conscripted A group of
Nordmaarian
Barbarians, thanks to the Help Tachande. When i return, I
will
send him to gather the Goblin's and then Myself and a
minotaur i found in
Nordmaar will go to Mithas to get the
Minotaurs to join us." Verminaard eyes
the man through the
slits in his horned helm, "Quite a force," He says
walking
back towards his throne he casts Dante one last glance. "You
may
leave, Do not fail me, or our Queen, Dante, we need the Reds
aid in our
Dante smirks. "I dont know what that word means
Verminaard." He says as he
turns on his heel and leaves the
room.
Dante wakes on a cold stone floor, his head throbbing.
He rolls over onto
his back, realizing that his hands are
shackled and he wore rags instead of
his armor. He groans as he
sits up and glances around, wondering where in
the abyss he was.
A door opens and a man steps in, a whip coiled in his
hand. "Ah
yer finally awake, huh slave?"
Author: Dante
Date: Mon Mar 2 16:53:16 2009
Subject
Slavery sucks.
Dante growls at the man who pushes him
forward. Obviously, he had been
caught off guard and taken as a
slave, only he has no memory of it. They
said he was out for a
number of days, and he sure felt like it too. He
didn't know for
whom he was a slave for but in the week that he's been there
he
has been told to mine and push carts. He'd killed two guards
already, and
been harshly punished. His back was covered in whip
marks but his will still
unbroken. He started planning the day he
woke up in this hellhole, talking
to other slaves. All of then
wanted out, but none of then could get out.
There were at least
a hundred others who would join him, if of course he
gave them a
chance for freedom. He bides his time; there wasn't much else
he
could do. The guard pushes him again and Dante roars and
turns, flinging the
guard to the ground and jumping on top of him
before he can react. He slams
the guard hard and then bends down,
ripping the guards throat out with his
teeth. He grabs the guards
dagger from his belt and pushes the tip into one
of the links in
his shackles, before twisting the dagger. He bends open the
links
of the badly made shackles fairly easy. With a wolfish grin he
grabs
the guard's sword and darts down the hallway, toward a
hidden niche that he
had found while working. He climbs up into
the niche and sits back and
waits. They would search for him for
a day or two, but soon, they'd give up.
He almost chuckles in
amusement as he leans back against the wall of his
hiding place.
Author: Dante
Date: Thu Mar
5 04:01:33 2009
Subject Vicktory!
Dante grins as he
orders Tachande to take the bulk of the slaves and get
them armed
and then out to the battle that was close at hand, while
he
himself took the big Ergothian and the blond Highlander with
him. With a nod
Dante and Tachande split apart. Dante, Raze, who
was the Ergothian, and
Juko, the Highlander, ran through the
passage ways. The other guards would
be ready for the slaves.
Dante was going to do something foolish, but it
just might work.
He was leading them up stairs to a passage that would lead
to a
place above the courtyard.
They were nearing their exit and
Dante could already hear the sounds of
battle. Dante paused. "I
want you to fight like the beasts you are. Tare
them Limb from
limb!!" He roars, no howls before he turns and starts
running
for the opening in the cliff face. The two others roar
and follow after him.
They landed in the middle of guardsmen and
were soon fighting like animals.
Dante and Tachande soon met in
combat and soon after that they stood
victorious. Dante scanned
the battle field. Thirteen slaves stood amongst
the dead or
dying.
Dante grins and raises his sword. "WE ARE
VICTORIOUS!!" He bellows and the
cries of the thirteen join in,
raising their weapons also. Dante looks over
at Tachande and
smirks. "Good Job, Subcommander." He says and then
walks
amongst the dead to join his thirteen warriors.
Author: Dante
Date: Thu Mar
5 23:18:43 2009
Subject New Armor.
Dante walks
through the streets of Neraka, Tachande and the thirteen
other
warriors close behind him. They were all covered in blood and
mud.
Dante stopped and looked around. "Subcommander Tachande,
take these men to
the barracks and get them washed, fed and
clothed. Ill be along shortly." He
says and watches as Tachande
and the others walk away. He looks around again
and then walks
down a small alley. He knocks on a door and after a moment
a
large man in a blackened apron opens the door. "Orin, I need
a new set of
armor." He says and the big man sighs.
"What
happened this time Dante? A dragon eat it?" He shakes his head
and
steps aside, beckoning Dante inside. Dante steps inside the
small smithy and
chuckles. "No my friend, I was hit by some
slavers about a month ago, they
sold it." Orin grins. "The
invincible Dante Delacroix got subdued and forced
into slavery?
How amusing." He says winking at Dante, who chuckles and
leans
against the wall. "Nothing fancy Orin, Just black
enameled steel lamellar
laced together with red silk. I need it
with in a week. Can you do it?" He
asks as he stands up,
looking at Orin. "For you my friend, of course." Orin
says
and Dante nods.
"Thank you my friend." Dante says before
nodding and quickly leaving. He
returns to his underground home
to change his clothes and pick up "Wolfs
Embrace", the sword
he left behind when he left. After strapping his sword
to his
back, he leaves Neraka, again.
Author: Dante
Date: Tue Mar 10 08:30:54 2009
Subject The
girl(part 1)
Tarrian kneels quietly, feeding twigs to a
small fire. She makes sure
that she is mostly hiding the small
fire from the view of anyone who might
be wandering nearby. Dante
walks through the trees, almost leisurely. It had
been a long
month and Dante couldnt relax in the city. He sighs and
looks
around, sniffing at the air. Tarrian looks around for signs
of company, then
continues to feed the small flame. Tachande
grunted, travelling through the
trees seemed like a blessing
compared to the tunnels of the mines, looking
over he dipped his
head, indicating something north.
Dante catches an unfamilar
scent in the air and, being curious he moves
silently to
investigate.Tarrian kneels before the fire, pushing her
dark
cloak to the ground behind her. "I am here. What are your
wishes?" She
whispers, trying to be as quiet as possible.Dante
spots the fire and ducks
behind a tree, his hand on his sword.
There seemed to be a woman kneeling on
the otherside of the fire,
muttering unheard words. Tarrian closes her eyes,
thinking
herself a bit safe. She continues to whisper the words.
Tachande
crept close to Dante, "Who is it?". He
whispered.
Dante shrugs gently. "Dont know..but whoever she
is, has some company." He
nods toward the woods behind here
were five people crept up on her. Tarrian
continues to listen for
signs of intruders. Hearing nothing, she spreads her
arms.
"What would you have me do, Takhisis?" she said, a bit louder
than a
whisper, but still hardly audible. Dante gasps suddenly,
as if someone had
their hand around his throat. After just a
moment he comes back to his
senses. "Protect her!" He half
shouts before taking off at a dead run,
drawing "Wolf's
Embrace." Tarrian hears the rustling in the leaves. She
quickly
dumps grass and dirt on the fire and grabs her cloak. Like
a
startled rabbit, she takes off into the underbrush. Tachande
quickly follows
Dante, drawing his twin swords in the process.
Focusing in on his Queen, the
urgency to help the lone girl
overwhelmed him. So he quickened his pace.
Dante roars an
unhumanlike roar as the people rush toward the girl. "Tach!
go
get her!" He says before he swings his sword at the villager,
slicing
almost clean through him.
He falls, dead and Dante,
stands, looking at the others, brandishing his
bloody Sword.
Tachande dashes past Dante, chasing the fleeing girl. The
urge
growing, Tachande roared to her, "in the name of Takhisis,
I command you to
Halt!" mixing in the power of his Queen with
his voice. Tarrian hears the
roared words from behind her.
Sensing the danger, she turns in her steps and
makes for a small
hole in the nearby tree. Dante whips off his sword and
sheaths it
before moving toward Tachande. He whaps him on the back of
the
head shaking his his own. "You seem to of frightened her."
He says as he
sniffs her out and looks into the hole for her.
Tachande grunts, "Damnit, thought it would work."
Shrugging, he sheathed his
swords and stood back watching Dante.
Tarrian hears the movement nearby and
draws a dagger from her
side. Dante says 'My Queen seems to think that
you're
important. Dont worry, i wont hurt you.' Dante says as he
crouches
down. Tarrian shakes her head. 'Not again...you won't
hurt me again' Tarrian
has covered herself with her dark cloak,
trying to completely disappear into
the darkness. In a quiet
motion, she puts her dagger to her neck.
'Cmon now dearie, You
were speaking to her before you ran. She told me to
protect you.
I swear on her name i wont harm you.' Tarrian shakes
fiercely,
the dagger cutting through the skin enough to JUST
bring blood. I don't know
what you are talking about. I wasn't
talking to anyone."
Author: Dante
Date: Tue Mar 10 08:51:04 2009
Subject The
girl(Part 2)
Tachande looks past Dante, focusing his
eyes towards the girl with the
knife to her throat says 'I can
see her aura swirl around you girl, you are
her follower, same as
me and my friend here. Upon my soul, we will not hurt
you for you
are have favor among Takhisis.' Tarrian startles when she
hears
the name of Takhisis. The dagger seems to slowly slip out
of her hand.
Tachande walks past Dante and extends his hand to
the opening of the hole,
saying 'Take my hand, and feel the
blessing of my Queen.' Tarrian curls up
in a tight ball as the
dagger hits the ground. She mumbles, trying to put up
a
protective shield around herself
Tachande sighs as he senses
the feeble shield begin to envelope the girl.
She had power it
seems, looking past the darkness of the hole, he closes his
eyes
and prays to Takhisis. Tachande extending his hand further into
the
hole, a faint purple glow begins to build from his extended
hand. Growing in
intensity, it begins to form a medallion of his
Queen. Faintly glowing, the
medallion illuminates the darkness of
the hole. Tarrian sobs as her shield
fails. She pushes herself
tighter against the wall, pulling the cloak
tighter around her to
"hide" herself.
Dante says 'My name is Dante Delacroix. I am
Highmaster of the Red
Dragonarmy and more importantly, i am
Takhisis' Hunter. This is my
Subcommander Tachande' Tachande
says 'And I am her Paladin, take the
medallion in my hand
child, and join us in the glory of our queen.' Tarrian
remains
quiet. Tachande closes his eyes, he extends his hand inches from
the
cowering girl and settles the medallion against her form.
Tachande says 'My
Queen, the almighty Takhisis is with you.
Shall you not make yourself known
to her servants, you face her
wrath.' Tarrian pushes the cloak from her
face...looking at
him. "Wrath I'm used to," she whispers.
Dante says 'Then
feel her embrace and i shall protect you from any wraith,
human
or other.' Tachande says 'yet wrath is not what is offered,
my child.
Her holy blessing is. All you must do is wear the
medallion upon your neck,
and feel her blessing.' Tarrian
shakes her head 'They will hurt me if they
see it' Dante says
'I will kill any if they even dared.' Tachande
says
'Believe me, young one, once you wear that medallion, my
queen, her paladin,
and her hunter shall protect you against any
and all harm.' Dante returns
her gaze, his eyes flashing
gently. He ties his medallion back around his
neck and pats
Tachande on the shoulder, tellin him to move. Once he did
Dante
steps forward. "Whats your name?"
'Tarrian looks at
Dante. "Tarrian" she says as she looks back down, hiding
her
face in the cloak again. Her hand seems to grope around on the
ground,
searching for her dagger. Dante smiles a wolfish smile at
her. "Tarrian, you
may think that She doesnt know you but you
are wrong. She..has chosen you
and put you under my protection
and i will do so with my life if i must."
"My life is not
worth Protection."
Dante smirks 'My Queen says
differently.'He says as he reaches in and grabs
the dagger
before she could find it. 'And so, your life is
worth
Protection.' Tarrian looks at you again. "Why? I'm
worthless." Dante says
'Maybe in the Eyes of those who would
oppose Her. There is something special
about you. I can sense
it.'
Author: Dante
Date: Tue
Mar 10 08:58:15 2009
Subject The girl(part
3)
Tarrian looks up at Dante. 'Why are you interested
in someone like me?'
'Because She has marked you.'
Tarrian
shakes her head. "I'm not marked in any way." Dante
chuckles. "But
you are. You can not see it, But you are."
'I don't understand'
Dante offers out his hand. "Come with
me and in time, you will."
Tarrian reaches toward you, then
draws her hand away. She shakes her head.
"They find me when I
leave. They always do."
'I will take you to Neraka. The heart
of Our Queens power. No one will find
you there.'
Tarrian
shakes her head. "I don't know you. How do I know you are not
like
them?"
'Pray to Her. She will tell you who i
am.'
Tarrian shakes her head again. "She tells me nothing."
Dante pulls put his
medallion again. "Do you know who this
Medallion reprisents?"
Tarrian shakes her head, her eyes still
downcast. 'It reprisents Takhisis.
All of her followers wear
it.' Tarrian glances up for a moment, then returns
her eyes to
the ground.
'Come with me and you'll never have to be afraid
again.' Dante says as he
offers his hand out again.
Tarrian
seems to pull back. She turns her head away. "They will hurt
me."
Dante shakes his head. "Not with me around no one will."
Tarrian continues
to look down. "Can you promise me no one
will ever hurt me again?"
Author: Dante
Date: Fri Mar 20 04:50:52 2009
Subject
Abandonment.
Dante and his men sat around three small
fires. Him, Tachande, Raze and
Jouko sat at the same fire, while
the rest of the men spilt up between the
other two. The others
talked quietly, but Dante was silent. His mind
wondered away from
him, as if he was being called by someone. Something had
been
nagging at him since he released Tachande. He shakes his head and
looks
into the fire. He hears a familiar twang, and snaps his
head up, watching as
an arrow sinks into one of his men.
"Ambush! To arms!" He shouts, coming to
his feet and drawing
his short sword and tossing it to Tachande. "Stay
back." He
orders as he draws Wolfs Embrace and follows his men into
combat.
The arrows stopped and now ten men charged toward Dante
and his. Dante now
led his men, Wolfs Embrace held in two hands
has he runs.
The battle was short and violent and Dante stood
over the dead, his hand
pressed to his side, blood running
through his fingers. Six of his men died,
four by arrows, two by
the fight. Sheathing his sword across his back, he
wipes the
blood from his face and walks, with the aid of Raze back to
the
fires. Tachande and Lyor walked toward them and suddenly
Dante drops to his
knees, his Queen invading his mind.
"Kill
him, my hunter..he is unworthy." She whispers to him.
"But
my Queen, he is one of my best.." He replies.
"Kill him..or
suffer his fate."
"I cant."
"KILL HIM!"
"NO!" He
shouts as he tares her medallion from his chest and throws it
against a tree, shattering it. He can feel his Queens pressence
abandoning him as he falls to the ground,
unconscious.
Author: Dante
Date:
Sun Mar 22 06:52:35 2009
Subject Waking up
Anew.
Dante wakes slowly; groaning and blinking his eyes
open slowly. He tries
to sit up, but pain shoots through him and
he lies back down. Cursing, he
glances around. He was in a tent
and alone, but he could hear people outside
talking quietly and a
fire crackling. Grunting, he sits up, his hand pressed
against
his bandaged side. Slowly he stands and walks outside.
Tachande,
Raze, and Jouko sat just outside his tent, talking
quietly, while the rest
of the men were probably asleep. It was
dark and the moons were bright in
the sky.
"How long was I
out?" Dante says, his voices quiet. The three look at him
with
some surprise. "A few hours..You shouldn't be up walking
around."
Tachande says, as he stands. "I'm fine." Dante
replies before he smirks at
Tachande, but then his face grows
serious. "She has left me too. Because I
wouldn't kill you."
He pushes past Tachande and sits at the fire. Tachande
can say
nothing, instead he goes back to his seat and stares into the
fire.
"How you feelin Boss?" Raze says in his deep voice from
across the fire.
Dante grins wirily.
"Like ive been chewed up
and spat out." He glances around and sighs gently.
"Raze,
Jouko, I want you two to go find us some horses. I'm in no
condition
to travel by foot." He says, his gaze falling down on
the fire. "Takhisis
has Forsaken us, We are in danger the
longer we stay here. We'll head west
for now. Go now, return by
morning." He says as he looks back into his tent.
"There's a
pouch with some coin in it in there. Take it all if you need."
He
says and Raze and Jouku nod, before standing and leaving the
fire. Dante
looks over at Tachande. "You're lucky I'd die for
any one of my men." He
says before falling silent and looking
back into the fire.
Author: Dante
Date: Sun Mar 29 06:35:13 2009
Subject A
venture to Icewall
Dante sits at a table in the Inn he
was staying at, sipping a glass of
wine. It was early in the
morning and none of his men were up yet. With a
sigh he watches
as a woman dressed in white walks down the steps and to the
bar.
He smirks and sets his glass down by his newly purchased mask and
kicks
his feet up on the table. He yawns loudly and watches as
the Bartender
points over at him. After a few moments, the woman
walks over to him and
stands in front of his table. "Can I help
you?" He asks, taking a sip of his
drink. "Im in need of some
company on a long journey and the bartender said
you were the one
to ask." She says, looking him over.
Dante is silent for a
moment and finally sets his glass down next to his
mask. "What
kind of venture?" He asks quietly. He didn't listen to most
of
what she said after she said she was going to Icewall. His
thoughts drifted
after that. He, Tachande, and their men were on
the run from Dragonarmy
Agents and Icewall would be a perfect
spot to hide for awhile. "And whats in
it for me and my men?"
He asks as she finishes telling him about some quest
she had to
go on.
"I can pay you and whatever you find while we are there
you may keep." She
says and Dante leans back in his chair.
"Give me a down payment so that I
can get supplies for us."
He says as he stands and takes his mask from the
table, fixing it
onto his face. She nods and hands him a pouch of coin.
"When
will you be ready to go?" She asks. "Be outside at first
light. Me and
my men will be waiting." He says, his voice
muffled by the mask. He takes
the pouch of coins and leaves the
Inn, in search of his men.
Author: Dante
Date: Tue May 19 03:13:24 2009
Subject Return
to Haven
Dante shakes the hand of his good friend High
King Kaeptakus. He had
spent a week with him in the halls of
Thorbardin and now it was time for him
to leave. He had come to
Thorbardin seeking the aid of an old friend, only
to find him
elevated to High King. It had been almost 15 years since
they
parted ways and when they knew each other they were both
Mercs fighting some
blood feud. How Kaeptakus has moved up in the
world.
With some what of a sad fairwell, Dante Turns his back
to His friend and to
Thoarbardin and heads north through the
wilderness. He had been gone almost
a month, First The Mage Lynx
Had use of him and after that, Dante requested
to be transported
to Thorbardin. With a sigh he shifts under his armor and
pulls
his hood up over his head. It felt good to be on the move again,
all
that sitting around was starting to wear on him. Soon he
would be back in
Haven, and from there him and his men will
continue on down to Icereach.
Author: Dante
Date: Sat Aug 1 01:48:02 2009
Subject A talk
between friends.
Dante sighs softly to himself. Was she
worth sacrificing his men? A
single woman? He was willing to risk
his own life, but why would they follow
him blindly into a battle
that they would surely not come back from? He
shakes his head and
looks at each of the few men that followed him for a
long moment.
Each had risked his life more than once for him, but it was
he
who gave them their lives back from the slavers. He sighs and
runs his hand
through his braids. He stands up from the fire, and
walks out into the
trees. He couldnt, no he wouldnt ask them to
die for Her. He idly thinks
about leaving them while they
slept.
He could out distance them by a long ways and leave no
trail for them to
follow. But what kind of leader abandoned his
men? That was out of the
question. "Your mind is troubled,
brother. We can all tell." Tachande says
as he emerges from
shadows. Dante nods and rests his hand on the hilt of his
sword
as he leans against a tree. "I can not ask you or the others to
give
your life for her. Perhaps its best if I leave you here and
continue on my
own." Dante says softly.
"You can not leave us
even if you truly wanted to my friend. We will follow
you to the
gates of the Abyss and back. You are our leader and nothing
but
death will make it any different." He says as he bows his
head slightly.
Dante sighs and nods. "You are a good man. You,
and the others honor me with
your loyalty. Tell the men to drop
the trail but keep heading north, we need
a ship to take us to
the lands of Solamnia." Tachande nods and goes back to
the camp.
Dante runs his hand through the braids in his hair. It was a
tough
choice, leaving the woman behind but he wouldnt risk his
men on a slim hope
that shes even still alive. He returns to
camp, to see him few men ready to
move. "Lets go." He says and
together they disappear into the darkness.
Author:
Dante
Date: Tue Aug 4 00:01:43
2009
Subject Magick shop
Dante steps off the
Gangplank onto a dock in the Lord City of Palanthas.
He looks at
the hustle and bustle of the streets and snorts, already
wanting
to be out of the city. He glances back to Tachande and
his men walking down
the gangplank. "Tach, Take the men to the
usual place by the south gate. I
have something I have to attend
to." With a curt nod Tachande and the men
walk off down the
street. He sighs gently and moves slowly down another
street,
pulling his hood up. He moves slowly, his mind in a whirl. The
only
two things that had ment anything to him were gone. One had
abandoned him,
the other hunts him. Sooner or later they would
find him, unless he wasnt
there to find. He runs his hand through
his now unbraided hair and stops in
front of a strange smelling
shop. He wrinkles his nose under his mask and
takes a deep
breath, walking in. The shop was full of strange wonders
and
there was a young man in a black robe behind the counter,
reading a thick
spell book. Dante stands there silently, until
the man looks up at him. "Can
I help you?" Dante reaches up and
pushes back his hood, then removes his
mask, a wolfish grin on
his face. "I need to see Tarones of the Black
robes."
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