Post by House Armunn on May 10, 2007 4:46:27 GMT -5
Bleen was drunk. Enjoying the sights of Magincia when he seemed to have
stumbled. It was not alcohol but a kryss entering his body. He tried to defend himself but the drink prevented his spells from working. He got off one bolt of lightning but as he struck he died.
Fortunately a healer came by and restored his spirit to flesh.
"Who attacked me, I have no enemies?" "Yes, yes, I have no enemies, but I died by violence. Yes, yes. Something is wrong. I must protest this to the Hand."
Bleen found his way to Sanctus. There he watched as many poor souls reveled in fighting to the death. But one man caught his eye.
"Cloudster, it is good to see you. We may be opposed but I must admit I admire your honor."
Fortunately Cloudster is also a generous man and took into Hanse for a drink. Quickly Bleen found his way back to that state he finds so enlightening.But in that state he could see Cloudster was not alone in his body. He offered help to Cloudster but the warrior refused. He said he chose this path. Bleen could only offer his brand of hope and gave him his blessings. Bleen saw Arlin but the man would not speak to him. Bleen thought maybe someone had paid for his death. But the answer was not forthcomming. Still he searched. He found a leader of the Hand of Humanis and told him of his plight. Mark was his name and politely listened and told him that the Hand had no designs for his demise. Bleen thanked him for his courtesy.
But best of all, Bleen found Rufus and his heart was lightened. Bleen tried to share all that he had learned and the thoughts that were flying through his head. But he could see Rufus was overwhelmed by Bleen's inebriation and the scattered ideas that were flying from his mouth. Still he listened and honored Bleen. To him and to his compainions Bleen spread his blessings and then he had to leave. His old bones needed to rest.
An eventful day and night. Death, life and hope all brought together tonight.
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As I sat there in my chair listening to the accounts of things from my servants, I thought I heard a laughter in the back of my mind. A now all to familiar laughter. Trying to block this out and pay attention to what my smith was telling me about new weapons and armor, I turn back to listening.
"Master...Mast...ah good, as I was stating, my efforts on crafting new armor for you is going poor. And my inguts are running low sir. You need to give me more time I beg of you to mine the necess..." *his voice once again faded away as the one within my mind spoke* "How long will you fight me? You are a tough mortal, one of the toughest I've come across, but you will not win. I will finish engulfing your soul into mine and take full control of you. You actually thought that you would be strong enough to engulf my soul into yours??" And then once again the laughter. With the rising anger of the daemon within I pushed it to the back of my mind to went back to paying attention to the servant's needs. "Yes, yes. Do what you must. Go and mine your ore and then proceed. I expect better and more results than before. Leave me."
With the dismissing of my crafter, the two servant girls to each of my sides, feeling my discomfort tried to make me feel better while my serving staff stepped forward to report. *Still angry, the laughter continues to remain in the back of the mind. "Yes, you cannot win, your anger breaks you."* "NOTHING BREAKS ME!!!" That was when I realized that I yelled that out loud and all the people in the room were silent and afraid. I hold up one of my hands while the other cluching the armrest. "That was not towards you, I'm fine. Please...continue..."
The servant now stammering out of fear of angering his master once again began to speak, "As I was saying m-master could...we...we..need...more mo...money
to...restock the...f-food...supply, s-sir. *"These pitful mortals before you,
squirming now under your gaze. Asking, always asking. Are you not their master?" Once again with the laughter.* The anger rose inside of me, "SHUT UP!!" Little did I see the servants moving slowly away from me. Little did I hear the collective gasps and clanging of a metal tray and it's contents on the ground. Little did I see and feel the fear around me. "I SAID SHUT UP!!" *as the laughter continued* "I AM THE MASTER, I AM STRONGER THAN YOU!" Little did I realize the objects in the room growing smaller or the hand that was gripping the arm-rest of the chair now a claw causing the wood beneith to splinter under the now crushing grip* "I HAVE SLAIN MANY GREAT FOES, AND I SHALL SLAY YOU!!"
*"Then do so." said the voice as the laughter stopped inside my head.*
Through hazy eyes I looked down to see servants running for the doors and one of the girl's on the side of me with her head in my claw struggling before the resounding crack of her skull and then the ceasing of movement. My eyes hazed over completely blocking my vision. I heard a grutteral roar and growl escape from somewhere distant but realized it was from my mouth. When the haze cleared up a bit I saw one of my servants gripped by the neck in one of my claws as another ripped into his belly. I tried to scream no, but all I got was another deffening roar. I heard a scream and a slight pain to my right side. As I looked
over and saw another servant with a sword as she slashed down at me crying, "PLEASE STOP MASTER, PLEA...", which was silenced when a claw swooped down in a powerful strike to slash her across the face and neck. Her body fell, the scream now lost in a gurgling of blood. I felt remorse and pain...and anger. It seemed to last for hours, yet I knew it had to be minutes. Finally I came to my senses and realized I was once again in human form. Kneeling down on the hard stone floor soaped with the blood of my shame. I looked around in fear what I would see. I saw most of my servants slaughtered around me. There was a person, if you can call him that still leaning against the far wall looking at me. "Tsk,
tsk, tsk. Now isn't this an interesting sight. Something that I must log down in one of my books." Disgusted I replied, "What do you want Szazz?" He smiled, "Nothing, I came back from sanctus to jot down the new experiences I have experienced there. I saw an beautiful elf that actually thought that I was still human and cared about fleshy pleasures to be making advances on her. And I also saw a sea nymph there which I have only ever read about. Very fascinating creature she was. Both beautiful and would be nice sujects for some of my experimentation on finding out more knowledge of things."
"You make me sick some times Szazz. I wish to be alone at the moment. I allowed the daemon to win somemore and in it I paid by killi..no, slaughtering non-warriors. No leave me be, or you will find another place for your...laboritory." He nodded still with that smile on his face, "As you wish." Then departed from the room.
I sat there not wanting to move for acouple hours before the cramping in my legs forced me to move. Looks around at the mess again. "I am not sure anymore that I can win, it may be right." *barely audible the laughter once again was there in the back of my mind, before I blocked it out with other thoughts.*
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"Sir, more reports of our people dead in our lands, same as before sir. Ripped to pieces by a beast" said the scout.
With a frown Baele looks towards the window and across the houses of The Hands land.
"Its gone on long enough. Its time to stop this no matter what. Scout summon all the men to the guildhouse except General Cloudtser."
With a nod the scout is gone. After a few hours most of the forces of the Hand have gathered outside the guildhouse. None of the men know exactly whats happening nor do some of them care. They show because The General asked them to.
Baele steps out into the crowd and clears his throat a bit.
"My family. Today is a somber day for us. Today we have to do something that none of us will care to do nor will we feel good about it when we are done. Of course you all know that there is some beast killing our slaves and even some members of The Hand. This beast attacks without mercy and violates us in our own realm. I know who the beast is." Baele lowers his head and takes a deep breath. "The beast is Cloudster. He is posessed by an inner daemon the likes of which we
cannot find a cure for as of yet. I had hoped we wouldnt have to go this route but with the murders becoming more and more rampant I think we have no choice."
Many of the men nod their heads, resigned in the fact that Baele has said it must be done and they will give their life to do it. Still others are in shock that the man they call brother would do such things to his own.
"I have this device here that if we can place it on Cloudsters head while he is in human form it will blind him and subdue him. It will curb his will to fight. Our mission is to place this on his head so I can lock him away until we can find a cure for his daemons. Who will go with me?"
With a resounding echo that went through the entire valley all the men and woman in attendance said in unison, "I will."
"Good, form into 2 squads and lets go to his home. He is there now."
Cloudtser saw them all march up to his home. Dozens of brothers and sisters dressed in the blood red of Tha Hand. Cloudtser walked out to the front steps and looked in Baeles eyes and asked him one question. "Baele, are you all here to kill me or help me?" "Cloudster my old friend, I love you like a brother. I wouldnt bring these men here to kill you. I want to help you but your daemon is killing our own. If it were killing lightbringers I would not care but it doesnt discriminate and I
think you no longer have any control."
Cloudtser lowers his head and almost whispers, "I, I, cannot control it any
longer. It consumes me now. Its turned me into something else entirely. I can feel it now trying to come out."
For a moment concern flashed in Baeles eyes, he knew he wouldnt be able take his friend alive if the daemon came to the surface. He acted quickly with great speed for a man of his age and hit Cloudtser square on the top of his head with his black staff. In Cloudtsers confusion from the blow to his unarmored head he didnt even see Baele place the black helm over him.
"Im sorry friend. I had no choice. It was either that or kill you and I had not the heart to do that. I swear to you that I will find a way seperate you from this daemon. If I have to sacrifice every lightbringer in the world to do so."
With that the brothers and sisters left. Many went to go toast the loss of a
good man. Others went to begin the quest to find his cure. Baele has Cloudtsers slaves remove his armor and weapons and place him in a single robe for their journey. His journey to his new home. His sanctuary.
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My cutest of all friends,
Hoping that you read this, I truely do, for that would mean that you are home & safe. I have gotten quite worried for your safety lately. I have not seen or heard from you for a few days. I did not overly worry until after speaking with your crystal ball last eve with Metios when I inquired to it where I might find you. ( I wanted to inform you of Poet's imprisonment & rescue). The crystal ball spoke & from it I gathered that you are/were most certainly in danger, in a dark place & hurting. It also told me for certainty that I would not find you last eve, & I did not. But, you know that already because had I found you I would not be writing this & you would not be reading it. But you might not be reading it
anyway if your not here or if your dead. *pauses a moment to remember what the letter was about*
OH! And the crystal ball could not be specific or would just be argumentative about whether you would be dead if we could not find you, how badly you are/were injured, who was involved, something about knots, and also that you may have a plague.
Metios & Weavebringer argued about souls or something & though I may not know much about them, I DO know that I worry for you greatly & will not rest until I find out where you are/were, or until you are safely back at home.
Missing your big bear hugs.
Your "Always" Friend,
Dit
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The darkness left and seemingly for the first time ever my eyes saw what was before me. I saw an old white haired man before me smiling. "Welcome back friend" he said. "Friend? Your face seems familiar but do I know you?"
The smile washed away from the mans face into a look of anger appeared on his face. "Stop playing games Cloudster, of course you know who I am. I am Baeleron, your friend and leader." "Cloudster? Is that my name? It sounds familiar as does yours but I cannot recall anything for that matter. It is a strange name if indeed that be mine." With a now thoughtful and concerned look on his face baeleron replied, "Well it is the name people know you by. And it seems that
that device did more than turn your hair white. It may have made you forget your memories as well. Anyway, come we have a brother's wedding to go to." I panicked a bit and quickly was trying to get information out of this person that claims to know me. "But who am I, where am I, what happened to me to where I cant remember, and who are the brothers? Are they my brothers our brothers and how large is the family? I...I can't remember..." BAeleron shook his head and replied, "I will tell and explain things to you later. This also may be a temporary effect and you might regain it over time."
With that, the man who called himself Baeleron, cast wonderful magic to open a shimering red gate and said "Step in it please, there is a wedding to go to." He walked in and through my hesitation the gate disappeared. I was stuck there trying to recognize my surroundings, trying to remember anything. I walked out of the doors of the large house. After seeing a sign on the house I read it. 'The Brotherhood of the Hand Guildhouse'. Where is this? Guildhouse? For who? I sat down on the stairs and put my head in my hands. While looking down my eyes focused on my red robe I was wearing. On it is an insignia of B-H. The same insignia on the sign. Am I a brother then, and is that what that man said about going to a brother's wedding? As I was thinking more on this. Another red gate appeared, this time in the front of the house. My curiosity and the hope that it might spring memories, had me step through it. I saw baeleron there and other
faces that seemed to be familiar but none that I can remember. I was at the place of the wedding and many people greeted me like they knew me. Welcome back so good to see you. "Was I gone? Where was I, who is everyone?" Baeleron turned to me and said, "I told you I will tell you later."
As the wedding was starting all I can think of was, who am I?
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*sits unknowingly in the chair he usually sat in while thinking about things.*
This is really getting to me not being able to remember things. Who am I really? I have been told so many things and only a few sound familiar yet no memories things still. I'm glad it seems that I have many friends to be able to help me along in this.
I was staying a night ago at the inn called Hanse's Hostel I believe, after I
stepped through someone's gate and appeared there. Seems to have many people stop through there. I don't remember the place, yet I was told that I was there a lot. I was told many a things.
I was told that I was a great warrior, yet...when I picked up a sword it just
seemed awkward swinging it. And when I put on some pieces of armor it just felt cold and hard. I do have the build though with many muscles like I did stay in shape...yet, I don't think I can fight even if what they said was true. My friends tell me that I was liked by them but not so liked by many. I asked if I was someone that was easy to chat with, and they replied, 'yes, with a sword'. I was also a good general so they say.
The other day I was met by an orc named Ace. He greeted me saying that I was his long lost brother Kard. It appears that Cloudster is just a nickname and that our mother was human and we are half-brothers, and my real name is kard. It would be fine if we were but none of that ring's a bell. I wish I could remember. I am not baised and if an orc is my brother, I would be proud to call him so.
Starfire and Ditto whom I have met before, I think were a little drunk at the time, came up to me saying that they were my wives and that I had a son. Yet...I think he looked to be around my age. Then again...what is my age? But then this morning I found by my bed a note from ditto saying that they lied about them being wives and me having a son, and something about a man named metios...being my rabbit?? *shakes head*
I just wish that I was told the truth. Even though even if the two wives were false...that's something I wouldn't mind being truth. *smiles* I need to find out who I am and try to remember. What exactly happened to me to make me forget? Who can I trust to speak truthfully? Then again, what can I believe now?
I look at me now and all I see is a young looking man with pure white hair and a red robe with the brotherhoods insignia. Baeleron told me that he would tell me everything that I needed to know and would explain but I haven't seen him since the day I "awoke".
Oh yea, starfire did also mention to me a day ago that I was possessed by a daemon and that it was causing me to have this bloodlust that made me go on a killing rampage even wanting to kill my friends. That for safety and trying to help me that they were the ones that had to restrain me and did something for me to lose my memory. This information is disturbing and hope that it is not true.
Will my memory ever return? Or am I fated to live the rest of my life with only the information from this point on?
*notices that the left arm rest of the chair is cracked and splintered, with
deep groves in it.*
*shrugging and not taking in what it is* Well one thing is for sure. I should
get a new chair, seems like this one is broken.
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stumbled. It was not alcohol but a kryss entering his body. He tried to defend himself but the drink prevented his spells from working. He got off one bolt of lightning but as he struck he died.
Fortunately a healer came by and restored his spirit to flesh.
"Who attacked me, I have no enemies?" "Yes, yes, I have no enemies, but I died by violence. Yes, yes. Something is wrong. I must protest this to the Hand."
Bleen found his way to Sanctus. There he watched as many poor souls reveled in fighting to the death. But one man caught his eye.
"Cloudster, it is good to see you. We may be opposed but I must admit I admire your honor."
Fortunately Cloudster is also a generous man and took into Hanse for a drink. Quickly Bleen found his way back to that state he finds so enlightening.But in that state he could see Cloudster was not alone in his body. He offered help to Cloudster but the warrior refused. He said he chose this path. Bleen could only offer his brand of hope and gave him his blessings. Bleen saw Arlin but the man would not speak to him. Bleen thought maybe someone had paid for his death. But the answer was not forthcomming. Still he searched. He found a leader of the Hand of Humanis and told him of his plight. Mark was his name and politely listened and told him that the Hand had no designs for his demise. Bleen thanked him for his courtesy.
But best of all, Bleen found Rufus and his heart was lightened. Bleen tried to share all that he had learned and the thoughts that were flying through his head. But he could see Rufus was overwhelmed by Bleen's inebriation and the scattered ideas that were flying from his mouth. Still he listened and honored Bleen. To him and to his compainions Bleen spread his blessings and then he had to leave. His old bones needed to rest.
An eventful day and night. Death, life and hope all brought together tonight.
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As I sat there in my chair listening to the accounts of things from my servants, I thought I heard a laughter in the back of my mind. A now all to familiar laughter. Trying to block this out and pay attention to what my smith was telling me about new weapons and armor, I turn back to listening.
"Master...Mast...ah good, as I was stating, my efforts on crafting new armor for you is going poor. And my inguts are running low sir. You need to give me more time I beg of you to mine the necess..." *his voice once again faded away as the one within my mind spoke* "How long will you fight me? You are a tough mortal, one of the toughest I've come across, but you will not win. I will finish engulfing your soul into mine and take full control of you. You actually thought that you would be strong enough to engulf my soul into yours??" And then once again the laughter. With the rising anger of the daemon within I pushed it to the back of my mind to went back to paying attention to the servant's needs. "Yes, yes. Do what you must. Go and mine your ore and then proceed. I expect better and more results than before. Leave me."
With the dismissing of my crafter, the two servant girls to each of my sides, feeling my discomfort tried to make me feel better while my serving staff stepped forward to report. *Still angry, the laughter continues to remain in the back of the mind. "Yes, you cannot win, your anger breaks you."* "NOTHING BREAKS ME!!!" That was when I realized that I yelled that out loud and all the people in the room were silent and afraid. I hold up one of my hands while the other cluching the armrest. "That was not towards you, I'm fine. Please...continue..."
The servant now stammering out of fear of angering his master once again began to speak, "As I was saying m-master could...we...we..need...more mo...money
to...restock the...f-food...supply, s-sir. *"These pitful mortals before you,
squirming now under your gaze. Asking, always asking. Are you not their master?" Once again with the laughter.* The anger rose inside of me, "SHUT UP!!" Little did I see the servants moving slowly away from me. Little did I hear the collective gasps and clanging of a metal tray and it's contents on the ground. Little did I see and feel the fear around me. "I SAID SHUT UP!!" *as the laughter continued* "I AM THE MASTER, I AM STRONGER THAN YOU!" Little did I realize the objects in the room growing smaller or the hand that was gripping the arm-rest of the chair now a claw causing the wood beneith to splinter under the now crushing grip* "I HAVE SLAIN MANY GREAT FOES, AND I SHALL SLAY YOU!!"
*"Then do so." said the voice as the laughter stopped inside my head.*
Through hazy eyes I looked down to see servants running for the doors and one of the girl's on the side of me with her head in my claw struggling before the resounding crack of her skull and then the ceasing of movement. My eyes hazed over completely blocking my vision. I heard a grutteral roar and growl escape from somewhere distant but realized it was from my mouth. When the haze cleared up a bit I saw one of my servants gripped by the neck in one of my claws as another ripped into his belly. I tried to scream no, but all I got was another deffening roar. I heard a scream and a slight pain to my right side. As I looked
over and saw another servant with a sword as she slashed down at me crying, "PLEASE STOP MASTER, PLEA...", which was silenced when a claw swooped down in a powerful strike to slash her across the face and neck. Her body fell, the scream now lost in a gurgling of blood. I felt remorse and pain...and anger. It seemed to last for hours, yet I knew it had to be minutes. Finally I came to my senses and realized I was once again in human form. Kneeling down on the hard stone floor soaped with the blood of my shame. I looked around in fear what I would see. I saw most of my servants slaughtered around me. There was a person, if you can call him that still leaning against the far wall looking at me. "Tsk,
tsk, tsk. Now isn't this an interesting sight. Something that I must log down in one of my books." Disgusted I replied, "What do you want Szazz?" He smiled, "Nothing, I came back from sanctus to jot down the new experiences I have experienced there. I saw an beautiful elf that actually thought that I was still human and cared about fleshy pleasures to be making advances on her. And I also saw a sea nymph there which I have only ever read about. Very fascinating creature she was. Both beautiful and would be nice sujects for some of my experimentation on finding out more knowledge of things."
"You make me sick some times Szazz. I wish to be alone at the moment. I allowed the daemon to win somemore and in it I paid by killi..no, slaughtering non-warriors. No leave me be, or you will find another place for your...laboritory." He nodded still with that smile on his face, "As you wish." Then departed from the room.
I sat there not wanting to move for acouple hours before the cramping in my legs forced me to move. Looks around at the mess again. "I am not sure anymore that I can win, it may be right." *barely audible the laughter once again was there in the back of my mind, before I blocked it out with other thoughts.*
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"Sir, more reports of our people dead in our lands, same as before sir. Ripped to pieces by a beast" said the scout.
With a frown Baele looks towards the window and across the houses of The Hands land.
"Its gone on long enough. Its time to stop this no matter what. Scout summon all the men to the guildhouse except General Cloudtser."
With a nod the scout is gone. After a few hours most of the forces of the Hand have gathered outside the guildhouse. None of the men know exactly whats happening nor do some of them care. They show because The General asked them to.
Baele steps out into the crowd and clears his throat a bit.
"My family. Today is a somber day for us. Today we have to do something that none of us will care to do nor will we feel good about it when we are done. Of course you all know that there is some beast killing our slaves and even some members of The Hand. This beast attacks without mercy and violates us in our own realm. I know who the beast is." Baele lowers his head and takes a deep breath. "The beast is Cloudster. He is posessed by an inner daemon the likes of which we
cannot find a cure for as of yet. I had hoped we wouldnt have to go this route but with the murders becoming more and more rampant I think we have no choice."
Many of the men nod their heads, resigned in the fact that Baele has said it must be done and they will give their life to do it. Still others are in shock that the man they call brother would do such things to his own.
"I have this device here that if we can place it on Cloudsters head while he is in human form it will blind him and subdue him. It will curb his will to fight. Our mission is to place this on his head so I can lock him away until we can find a cure for his daemons. Who will go with me?"
With a resounding echo that went through the entire valley all the men and woman in attendance said in unison, "I will."
"Good, form into 2 squads and lets go to his home. He is there now."
Cloudtser saw them all march up to his home. Dozens of brothers and sisters dressed in the blood red of Tha Hand. Cloudtser walked out to the front steps and looked in Baeles eyes and asked him one question. "Baele, are you all here to kill me or help me?" "Cloudster my old friend, I love you like a brother. I wouldnt bring these men here to kill you. I want to help you but your daemon is killing our own. If it were killing lightbringers I would not care but it doesnt discriminate and I
think you no longer have any control."
Cloudtser lowers his head and almost whispers, "I, I, cannot control it any
longer. It consumes me now. Its turned me into something else entirely. I can feel it now trying to come out."
For a moment concern flashed in Baeles eyes, he knew he wouldnt be able take his friend alive if the daemon came to the surface. He acted quickly with great speed for a man of his age and hit Cloudtser square on the top of his head with his black staff. In Cloudtsers confusion from the blow to his unarmored head he didnt even see Baele place the black helm over him.
"Im sorry friend. I had no choice. It was either that or kill you and I had not the heart to do that. I swear to you that I will find a way seperate you from this daemon. If I have to sacrifice every lightbringer in the world to do so."
With that the brothers and sisters left. Many went to go toast the loss of a
good man. Others went to begin the quest to find his cure. Baele has Cloudtsers slaves remove his armor and weapons and place him in a single robe for their journey. His journey to his new home. His sanctuary.
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My cutest of all friends,
Hoping that you read this, I truely do, for that would mean that you are home & safe. I have gotten quite worried for your safety lately. I have not seen or heard from you for a few days. I did not overly worry until after speaking with your crystal ball last eve with Metios when I inquired to it where I might find you. ( I wanted to inform you of Poet's imprisonment & rescue). The crystal ball spoke & from it I gathered that you are/were most certainly in danger, in a dark place & hurting. It also told me for certainty that I would not find you last eve, & I did not. But, you know that already because had I found you I would not be writing this & you would not be reading it. But you might not be reading it
anyway if your not here or if your dead. *pauses a moment to remember what the letter was about*
OH! And the crystal ball could not be specific or would just be argumentative about whether you would be dead if we could not find you, how badly you are/were injured, who was involved, something about knots, and also that you may have a plague.
Metios & Weavebringer argued about souls or something & though I may not know much about them, I DO know that I worry for you greatly & will not rest until I find out where you are/were, or until you are safely back at home.
Missing your big bear hugs.
Your "Always" Friend,
Dit
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The darkness left and seemingly for the first time ever my eyes saw what was before me. I saw an old white haired man before me smiling. "Welcome back friend" he said. "Friend? Your face seems familiar but do I know you?"
The smile washed away from the mans face into a look of anger appeared on his face. "Stop playing games Cloudster, of course you know who I am. I am Baeleron, your friend and leader." "Cloudster? Is that my name? It sounds familiar as does yours but I cannot recall anything for that matter. It is a strange name if indeed that be mine." With a now thoughtful and concerned look on his face baeleron replied, "Well it is the name people know you by. And it seems that
that device did more than turn your hair white. It may have made you forget your memories as well. Anyway, come we have a brother's wedding to go to." I panicked a bit and quickly was trying to get information out of this person that claims to know me. "But who am I, where am I, what happened to me to where I cant remember, and who are the brothers? Are they my brothers our brothers and how large is the family? I...I can't remember..." BAeleron shook his head and replied, "I will tell and explain things to you later. This also may be a temporary effect and you might regain it over time."
With that, the man who called himself Baeleron, cast wonderful magic to open a shimering red gate and said "Step in it please, there is a wedding to go to." He walked in and through my hesitation the gate disappeared. I was stuck there trying to recognize my surroundings, trying to remember anything. I walked out of the doors of the large house. After seeing a sign on the house I read it. 'The Brotherhood of the Hand Guildhouse'. Where is this? Guildhouse? For who? I sat down on the stairs and put my head in my hands. While looking down my eyes focused on my red robe I was wearing. On it is an insignia of B-H. The same insignia on the sign. Am I a brother then, and is that what that man said about going to a brother's wedding? As I was thinking more on this. Another red gate appeared, this time in the front of the house. My curiosity and the hope that it might spring memories, had me step through it. I saw baeleron there and other
faces that seemed to be familiar but none that I can remember. I was at the place of the wedding and many people greeted me like they knew me. Welcome back so good to see you. "Was I gone? Where was I, who is everyone?" Baeleron turned to me and said, "I told you I will tell you later."
As the wedding was starting all I can think of was, who am I?
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*sits unknowingly in the chair he usually sat in while thinking about things.*
This is really getting to me not being able to remember things. Who am I really? I have been told so many things and only a few sound familiar yet no memories things still. I'm glad it seems that I have many friends to be able to help me along in this.
I was staying a night ago at the inn called Hanse's Hostel I believe, after I
stepped through someone's gate and appeared there. Seems to have many people stop through there. I don't remember the place, yet I was told that I was there a lot. I was told many a things.
I was told that I was a great warrior, yet...when I picked up a sword it just
seemed awkward swinging it. And when I put on some pieces of armor it just felt cold and hard. I do have the build though with many muscles like I did stay in shape...yet, I don't think I can fight even if what they said was true. My friends tell me that I was liked by them but not so liked by many. I asked if I was someone that was easy to chat with, and they replied, 'yes, with a sword'. I was also a good general so they say.
The other day I was met by an orc named Ace. He greeted me saying that I was his long lost brother Kard. It appears that Cloudster is just a nickname and that our mother was human and we are half-brothers, and my real name is kard. It would be fine if we were but none of that ring's a bell. I wish I could remember. I am not baised and if an orc is my brother, I would be proud to call him so.
Starfire and Ditto whom I have met before, I think were a little drunk at the time, came up to me saying that they were my wives and that I had a son. Yet...I think he looked to be around my age. Then again...what is my age? But then this morning I found by my bed a note from ditto saying that they lied about them being wives and me having a son, and something about a man named metios...being my rabbit?? *shakes head*
I just wish that I was told the truth. Even though even if the two wives were false...that's something I wouldn't mind being truth. *smiles* I need to find out who I am and try to remember. What exactly happened to me to make me forget? Who can I trust to speak truthfully? Then again, what can I believe now?
I look at me now and all I see is a young looking man with pure white hair and a red robe with the brotherhoods insignia. Baeleron told me that he would tell me everything that I needed to know and would explain but I haven't seen him since the day I "awoke".
Oh yea, starfire did also mention to me a day ago that I was possessed by a daemon and that it was causing me to have this bloodlust that made me go on a killing rampage even wanting to kill my friends. That for safety and trying to help me that they were the ones that had to restrain me and did something for me to lose my memory. This information is disturbing and hope that it is not true.
Will my memory ever return? Or am I fated to live the rest of my life with only the information from this point on?
*notices that the left arm rest of the chair is cracked and splintered, with
deep groves in it.*
*shrugging and not taking in what it is* Well one thing is for sure. I should
get a new chair, seems like this one is broken.
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