Post by Ziggy on Jan 15, 2004 21:57:25 GMT -5
Yeah, everyone's doing it. Peer Pressure. Heres a story I wrote. Just started it today. If I like it, there will be more. If i get sick of it. There wont. Oh, and by the way. The names I write in those rpg's are generally from a story/soontobe book. Leiner and all...
It had been 700 years since the priests of Laevar had confronted The Storm of Malice and, with the strength of their god, defeated it. The Malice Storm had appeared seemingly at random and was similar to any other storm in its beginnings... But when evil took it, and transformed it, it was a vessel of hate and doom. It went about the nine lands destroying everything. It was said that when the cloud passed over your head, there was a darkness like none other. One could not see 5 feet infront of oneself. The winds it created threw anything from a man to a house far into the air where it was almost instantly turned to dust. It shot lightening and fire. Even a misture of the two. It brought down acid rains that melted stone and metal alike. And it called to the dead and allowed them to rise from their crypts and graves to come forth and spread terror and hate. When the warrior-priests came, with their army and with their god's wrath, the skies themselves shook and battled. And for 14 days the sun was lost to the eyes of every living creature. When the smoke cleared and the skies settled, there was a clear blue sky and sunlight plenty. The priests were made heros. They were given highest honors and right of passage throughout all the lands. There were feats for 7 days and 7 nights. It took a decade to undo the storms doing, to fix the broken, and settle back to the way things were. And at last, they did.
700 years after the The Storm had died out and the evil destroyed, the Priests of Laevar had grown fat, domineering, selfish, and corrupt. The officials took power where ever they could find it and their warrior's killed at leisure. The priests had lost their greatness and their faith. They were barely a shadow of their once greater glory. Few among them were still loyal to Laevar and his will.
Leiner had long been a Paladin of Laevar. Many years. Too many years. Back when he joined, there was hope, there was love, and there was light. His leinage to the legendary priest of old, Kraoth, who lead the armies to victory against the Storm and it was an honor. Now all that had changed. Now his fellows mocked him for it, and constantly look upon him with spite. The knights of Laevar commited violent, unrepentable acts and their masters honored them for it. Prayers were no longer sang in the courtyards and hallways. Nor, did the knights start with morning ritual or end with evening prayers. It was something he grieved for greatly. It seemed The Holy themselves had been corrupted by an unseen being who wished nothing more than the priests to be destroyed.
Leiner woke with a start but did not move. Someone was standing over him. He tried to see but the face was hidden in the shadows of the night. Leiner heard his name whispered.
It had been 700 years since the priests of Laevar had confronted The Storm of Malice and, with the strength of their god, defeated it. The Malice Storm had appeared seemingly at random and was similar to any other storm in its beginnings... But when evil took it, and transformed it, it was a vessel of hate and doom. It went about the nine lands destroying everything. It was said that when the cloud passed over your head, there was a darkness like none other. One could not see 5 feet infront of oneself. The winds it created threw anything from a man to a house far into the air where it was almost instantly turned to dust. It shot lightening and fire. Even a misture of the two. It brought down acid rains that melted stone and metal alike. And it called to the dead and allowed them to rise from their crypts and graves to come forth and spread terror and hate. When the warrior-priests came, with their army and with their god's wrath, the skies themselves shook and battled. And for 14 days the sun was lost to the eyes of every living creature. When the smoke cleared and the skies settled, there was a clear blue sky and sunlight plenty. The priests were made heros. They were given highest honors and right of passage throughout all the lands. There were feats for 7 days and 7 nights. It took a decade to undo the storms doing, to fix the broken, and settle back to the way things were. And at last, they did.
700 years after the The Storm had died out and the evil destroyed, the Priests of Laevar had grown fat, domineering, selfish, and corrupt. The officials took power where ever they could find it and their warrior's killed at leisure. The priests had lost their greatness and their faith. They were barely a shadow of their once greater glory. Few among them were still loyal to Laevar and his will.
Leiner had long been a Paladin of Laevar. Many years. Too many years. Back when he joined, there was hope, there was love, and there was light. His leinage to the legendary priest of old, Kraoth, who lead the armies to victory against the Storm and it was an honor. Now all that had changed. Now his fellows mocked him for it, and constantly look upon him with spite. The knights of Laevar commited violent, unrepentable acts and their masters honored them for it. Prayers were no longer sang in the courtyards and hallways. Nor, did the knights start with morning ritual or end with evening prayers. It was something he grieved for greatly. It seemed The Holy themselves had been corrupted by an unseen being who wished nothing more than the priests to be destroyed.
Leiner woke with a start but did not move. Someone was standing over him. He tried to see but the face was hidden in the shadows of the night. Leiner heard his name whispered.
