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Its eyes opened for the very first time and the creature glared scathingly at the world into which it had been created. All rational thoughts had been burned away by a searing and irrational rage.
Gliding forwards, wrapped within the black folds of His cloak, the creature looked much of an approaching storm. Stopping by a nearby quai, the man stood eerily still, an embodiment of the night’s quick terror. His reticence, should a soul be unfortunate enough to hear it, was deafening.
Just as it seemed the night itself might bow before this phantasmagoric figure, a small vessel was seen to arrive; slowly trudging its way through the paludal water. No crew was seen aboard, and, once the vessel was stopped, the dock slowly resumed its singular saturninity.
After a few moments, the anomalous figure at last relieved the platform of His ominous care, as He moved onwards, towards the arrived vessel. Once the He had boarded the vessel, it again resumed its arduous course, though still no crew was seen.
The boat upon which the cloaked figure stood, skimmed the coasts of Gielinor, slowing only when it approached the city of Yanille, the City of Arts, and Beauty.

06-Apr-2008 00:45:57 - Last edited on 21-Aug-2008 07:10:37 by Yrolg

Yrolg

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The figure disembarked His naval journey, and peremptorily marched Himself through the city, and to the periphery of the city’s gates. To those few who saw Him, He was an energumen, absorbing the life around him.
Entering one of the finer dwellings, He came upon a middle-aged man, reading in his study. Looking up, the man was terrified to see this epitimosation of the exanimate, in his doorway.
“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t know you are.” The startled man, stated.
“I belong to many names within the realms of mortals,” the figure said, in a low, snake-like, conspiratorial voice. “Lygath, by the elves and Ia by the dwarves. I am known as powerful by the intelligent, and chaos by the arrogant. My most common name, among you humans, however, is Death.”

06-Apr-2008 00:45:58 - Last edited on 08-Jun-2009 23:38:57 by Yrolg

Yrolg

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My love, in these past days, I have known things such as no mortal may bear to know. I have known the passage of times, as only these accursed gods might. In our separation, already, there has passed eternity, and yet longer must I wait. Perhaps it is as those greater than I have said; that with the passing of one's love, the passing of one's time then stops. It cannot be so, my love, it truly cannot be.
Though you have passed, our love has not. Still, with every beat of my heart, I hear your voice in my ear, for what else might these zephyrs be, which dry my throat, and wet my eyes? Still I see your face, forever filled with beauty, for what else might these wisps of clouds, stretched across the darkening sky, be trying to hide, but your face from me? And still I feel your touch, oh do I feel your hands in mine, for what else might cause this exultation; what else might elate me to this end?
Truly it must be that the gods endeavor against us, for time to remain so still; for these moments to drawl on, in agonised slowness, never passing me by; abandoning me to the saturninity of Gielinor without you, my love.
But, my love, do not fret with my petty worries, do not weight your floating spirit with that of my sunken heart. For though these gods work endlessly to hinder my love for you, I know it is in vain. No world that these gods created might be that unfair to us. My love, there will be more.
For now I take my pain away, and seek to join you in your realm. Oh my love, I pray for more.

06-Apr-2008 00:46:03 - Last edited on 21-Aug-2008 07:12:29 by Yrolg

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In all my skill and poise as a solver of puzzles, there is one which haunts me still to this day. For, in all my years as a detective, solving naught but the most complex, and cold of cases, I have never met such a case as that of Abatoss Guive
Mr. Guive had died not of natural causes, and not of homicide. So it was that I could find no proof whatsoever that he was dead but the pallor, and most macabre grimace upon his face.
There must be no solution to this problem! There are no clues to his death, there are no marks upon his body insinuating murder, and yet, I can tell you with the utmost surety, he did not die of natural causes.
You see, I killed Mr. Abatoss Guive. Indeed, I relish in it. For who could complete such a deed as to murder, but me, Saradomin.

06-Apr-2008 00:46:04 - Last edited on 21-Aug-2008 07:13:14 by Yrolg

Yrolg

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When venturing the most desolate portions of the Gielinic globe, one should encounter the most beautiful of all nature’s beauties: sequestration.
But quiescence often gives way to altercation with little provocation, and such was the case between Aére ad Soae of Pollnivneach.
They dueled each other with relentless ferocity, days untold, the only semblance of civility their polite caesuras of rest.
So long did they battle that their weapons dulled, leaving them with naught to further their recontre save magic, the most detested of arsenals. The intrinsic odium remained the only factor which might cause them to use such a force, and so they did, firing spells of such force and such power that the surrounding lands gave way.
Still they fought on.
On one of the most particularly dreary days, in which both of the men were tired beyond their mortal boundaries, Soae fixed himself on the particularly dishonorable act of feasting upon his opponent’s slumber, and set about to murder him in the night.
Stealing further in, Soea assailed his opponents tent, casting the most vicious of spells. Completing his iteration, he awaited the results of his numinous doings, coughing in the arid atmosphere.
Soae coughed until he collapsed, lay until he died, and rot until he decomposed.
Such is the reward for insolence.

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One may not know such contumaciousness, as that offered by Aenterie Boureque. Indeed, when first told of her contumacy, I was caught wondering if what I was told could have been fancied in the most mared of the author’s dreams. Here is her story:

The mother of Aenterie had been a queen of Gielinor, and Aenterie had been her daughter; prided, arrogant, and obstreperous, borne with the most sincere of tolerance. So it was, on one singular afternoon when but the most portentous of figures arrived to the Queen, demanding that she see the princess who might one day succeed the throne.
Though much contradicted, the singularly malevolent figure moved onwards, and indeed, succeeded in her attempt at assailing Aenterie’s attention. So well did she do such, that it went unnoticed when a slip of words was made, sounding much to any who listened as a curse.
Indeed the vacillating nature of the princess’s person was soon to be found on the rise again, and, with resolute surety, the Queen was forced castigation of the kingdom’s heir: she was to make the attire that she would wear, starting from wool, and ending in clothing fit for a princess.
And, upon the conclusion of such a brawl as to be seen an attack to the Queen, Aenterie began her work at the sewing wheel, never to be seen lively again.

06-Apr-2008 00:49:52 - Last edited on 08-Jun-2009 23:47:39 by Yrolg

Yrolg

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Note: I wish to extend a great 'thank you' to Wintry Elf for performing this at the finals. It was acted out in-game.
Servant: Excuse me dear sirs and lady, but would you mind accompanying me to the adjacent room? His Lordship awaits.
Prince: Welcome! Welcome! Please do find yourself a chair, they are scattered around the room’s periphery! Do come in, please.
Servant: Welcome to the first of this year** balls, hosted by Sir Yrolg fo Teluma, son of Lord Yruf fo Teluma, liberator of Yanille. Your host wishes to speak prior to the dances…
Prince: Greetings, my fair peoples of Yanille. ‘*was not long ago that my late father called me forth, and explained to me the sheer power of this town. He told me of Yanille** great influence in the ever-changing world of Gielinor, and painted a picture for me of the true tale of Yanille. For, not in all the diplomacies of Yanille, nor in the successful crusades and wars has there been a tale of such influence and power as that which my father told me.
Before these festivities commence, I wish to share with you, the most wonderful of Yanille** citizens, the most powerful of stories: the history of Yanille.
In the beginning, there was war; A raving fire, deep within the souls of its practitionary, slowly devouring the precious little light which dared entrance to the land. Deep fires, horrific disasters, and pandemic genocide roared throughout the world, eradicating hope, and transfiguring the little love surviving such plagues into a love of one thing: destruction.
The armies, despite their differences, were united under a single cause: to destroy all others.
Sarpel, daughter of Osra, heir to all our lands embraced the hate, the death, the destruction. She continued the pathogenesis of the realm; acerbating the will of all, further empowering the great deity of death.

06-Apr-2008 00:49:53 - Last edited on 28-Jan-2009 19:29:46 by Yrolg

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Sarpel, in her arrogance, did not stop the armies from their roguish fighting, she did not cease the feuds which plagued all of Gielinor, she did not save her people from the razings of war.
For years she continued the devastation which was to be Gielinor. And then it was gone. There was no one more to kill, no more armies to decimate. There was no victor, no kingdom triumphant. There was only darkness, imperturbable in the wake of impetuous sacrifices to the vice realm of death.
The cause was complete for so too was the darkness; a final victor over mind, body, realm, and heart. With it, in its somber totality, the world’s love surfaced, proliferating throughout the lands. With the cessation of battle, the world changed from war to war*s sinister affections of death, decay, destruction.
The melancholy devices of such darkness spawned, leaving the world the second of affectual evils.
In the beginning there was war; in the end there was darkness; in the middle, the human race.

And with this in mind, I bid thee a great dance!

06-Apr-2008 00:49:57 - Last edited on 21-Aug-2008 07:20:48 by Yrolg

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