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Solanumtinkr

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The following is headcanon and only very loosely based on fact. I made a lot of it up :P

It assumes she is more than foot soldier in Icyene society.




I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it! ^_^ The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
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13-Dec-2013 12:16:08 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 12:19:13 by Solanumtinkr

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Saradomin's Brutal Banquet

Saradomin called out from across the hall "Garlandia!" I steeled myself for what was to come. He had been asking the nobles in turn since the start of the banquet. "How have you chosen to serve me? Are you going to join my infantry or would you prefer to be a bombardier?" I gathered my resolve and answered knowing that he would kill me in the next few moments.

"No." My voice caught in a whisper, even from start I’d realised that I would have to speak loud enough for all to hear if my refusal was to do any good. Maybe it was fright that made my next reply far harsher than I had meant to be. . . .

"No! War is not the answer; there are other ways to win. You've fought for thousands of years and gotten nowhere. It's only brought misery and death. You are just a mortal who has gained great power and whose mistakes doom thousands. You need us; we don't need you or have to do as you say. You are nothing without us!"

I had never known what 'you could have heard a pin drop' really meant until then. The silence was deafening... Then the talking all exploded at once. Shouts came from every side. And whispered comments seared through the crowd like a scorching wind. My spirit soared as some of it was dancing around agreeing with me!

Saradomin looked around taking it all in with a momentary glance, "SILENCE!" he yelled, fury moulding his face. But he didn't strike me down. . .? Ice crawled up my spine in dread when he stood up and stalked around the table. Harshly seizing my arm he yanked it. My shoulder radiated agony and it felt like he'd nearly ripped it off. My efforts at resisting were as effective as a new born pup. Backhanding me, he started striding to the hall door as he pulled me behind him, dragging me off my feet. "Gather everyone in the courtyard. Now!"


Continued. . . . . The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 12:16:20 - Last edited on 14-Dec-2013 08:22:59 by Solanumtinkr

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I must have blacked out, as I'd come to in the courtyard. Acquaintances, comrades and friends surrounded me. Some glared with the look of utter contempt on their faces. Traitor, was the whisper on the wind. Others would not meet my eyes out of fear of contamination and being dragged into my private hell. But none would call out for fear of bringing down Saradomin’s wrath upon them. He was at his most dangerous at times like this, liable to act more on impulse than the wisdom he preached. He would regret some actions afterward, but regret does not help the dead.

He dragged me to a block that appeared out of the ground and snapped shackles on me. Now he was more composed, calmer and more calculating. He shone like a thing of beauty, breath-taking as his voice weaved a spell over the crowd. Even I wondered how I could have betrayed my god in such a way, what was I thinking! I should be begging for forgiveness before it was too late. . . The fear in the crowd turned to sorrow and judgment, and a sort of wonder at Saradomin’s regal poise, even my friends.

It was as sudden as a thunderbolt as I remembered my purpose. And I broke free of the spell, the pain of sloughing off the tendrils of insidious wonder nearly arching my spine. I couldn't let it end this way or all would be lost! He turned to me as if he could feel it and I met his eyes with a defiance only a long line of Icyene Nobility could instil in the face of such as him.

I denounced him again, my voice steady and clear in the face of certain death. His composure broke. Something had struck a nerve and the spell over the crowd was unravelling. Seeing my opportunity I drove the point home in the hopes of a quick death that would show him for what is. Just a mortal with more power than any sane being should have.

Continued. . . . The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 12:16:34 - Last edited on 14-Dec-2013 08:25:51 by Solanumtinkr

Solanumtinkr

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Maybe it was calling him a wingless freak that gave him the idea? It might have been spitting in his face and calling him a motherless son of a gutter crawler, just about the worst accusation you could fling at nobility. A coward that hides behind great power.

Yes, I expected to die right there and then, it would seem he had other, worse plans for me. "You are a traitor to your people and if you will not fly with us then you will not fly at all!" In an abrupt motion belying his size he seized my beautiful wings, the pride of the Noble circles and tore them off with the ease of a child plucking a blade of grass. I'd like to say I stood defiant before him, but the pain was too much.

My last thought as my strength deserted me, that surely no one could suffer such pain and blood loss yet live? A scream of pain devoured the world, though I do not remember making any such sound as blackness crashed down on me in blessed relief.

I awoke to find I was being carried by 2 people I thought were my friends. An escort surround them, watching their every move. I was still in agony and the darkness threatened to consume my vision again, but that pain was nothing compared to the loss of my wings. I hit the ground hard as they dropped me from a height before landing themselves. I recognised the place that was far from any other Icyene, it was where they dropped off the worse traitors to suffer a lingering death as winter approached.

I had been stripped and left toolless. I stood and looked my 2 sisters in arms squarely in the face as I climbed to my feet. My legs nearly buckled but I held firm when one spat and yelled obscenities at me, hate contorting their face. The other threw bundled rags at me, "Clothes fit for a traitor against the coming cold." My hopes for a quick death and hopes for my survival were crushed as they launched into the sky and flew away. None of the group looked back and the look on their faces as they'd left one of unbridled contempt.

Continued. . . The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 12:16:53 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 17:07:37 by Solanumtinkr

Solanumtinkr

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This was the furthest point any Icyene would fly from the people and the warmth of summer. I fell to my knees and looked forlornly into a sky I would never venture into again. After a while a biting chill tore at my skin in the setting sun. I would have to find others to survive the coming winter, but hope was hard coming. Picking up the bundle I opened it as I needed some kind of barrier against the wind. Something fell out and hit the ground with a thump.

A knife. . .

Something that was forbidden to traitors. Tears welled up at the sight of it blurring my vision. All was not lost after all; I still had a friend willing to listen. With renewed hope, I picked up my forbidden prize and set out to find a camp. My mind raced with the plans to make and the coming year to survive the encroaching cold. I had to warn the rest of my kind what was going on here and rally them. I had to go to that far off place of war and the rumour of resistance.

Gielinor.

The end? The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 12:17:12 - Last edited on 14-Dec-2013 00:35:37 by Solanumtinkr

Solanumtinkr

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Edit:
Cybernet377 said :
Additional for the story of Garlandia click said to navigate to it...
Story runs for 3 posts, page 7 post 10 to page 8 post 2,




Still finding errors, I hope I got them all now though. If you see one, post it!

If you spot some grammar that needs correcting, don't be afraid to make a suggestion. I may or may not take you up on it, but I will appreciate pointers :) The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 15:39:59 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 23:11:39 by Solanumtinkr

Anenemus

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Good work Solanum! You should perhaps consider more stories to write. However, I advice you elaborate how much pain she felt. Something like:

"And as my wings were ripped off from the God I worshipped, pain surged through every vein in my body and a fountain of blood erupted from the stumps of my wings, my glorious wings. Such pain I had never experienced, and I wasnt sure if I could make it through. Every second felt like an eternity, and yet the pain, the terrible, unbearable pain did not stop, not did the pool of blood."

13-Dec-2013 15:51:28 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 15:55:59 by Anenemus

Solanumtinkr

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What about this modification?
(To a paragraph in post 4)


Yes, I expected to die right there and then, it would seem he had other, worse plans for me. "You are a traitor to your people and if you will not fly with us then you will not fly at all!" In an abrupt motion belying his size he seized my beautiful wings, the pride of the Noble circles and tore them off with the ease of a child plucking a blade of grass. I'd like to say I stood defiant before him, but the pain was too much.

My last thought as my strength deserted me, that surely no one could suffer such pain and blood loss yet live? A scream of pain devoured the world, though I do not remember making any such sound as blackness crashed down on me in blessed relief. The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 16:12:05 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 16:22:40 by Solanumtinkr

Solanumtinkr

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I tweaked it again. I would have added something about her wings mounted on a wall of some such comment from one of the escorts, but I didn't want to make them seem too cruel or ham it up. I didn't want to add too much about her wings either as that kind of pain should have quickly blacked them out. And a god should have a enough strength to snap limbs off like twigs.

That was my thought on it. Anyway if you like the current modifaction on the above post then I'll make the substitution. The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716

13-Dec-2013 16:25:14 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2013 16:44:33 by Solanumtinkr

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