Holy cow im still here!?
Hello everyone, and by everyone i believe its only Lori that still uses this thing out of all the people i used to know that did. Hmm, long rambling sentences are awesome. Anyways im mostly only using this to put up my story ive been writing, i wrote the first part to it a long time ago...like years ago. But i find myself with severe boredom and i decided to pick up where i left off. Im no pro writer, although i do enjoy it. I may not be that good but like i said i like doing it. So im posting it here for the rare occurance that someon might read it and give me some pointers on what i can do to it. Im not very good at describing detail, so i already know that one. :P ANywas, read it if you wish, and es im in Iraq still, and yes its hot here, and yes i fucking hate this place!!! No clue if this link will work, but its the link to the first part of this http://cronosphere.livejournal.com/?skip=20
Its the 10th entry down. If that doesnt work just hit the earlier button at the bottom of this to go back a page, and itll be there.
Chapter One: The Journey ahead
Mogki awoke to the smell of smoke. Rubbing his eyes he looked around. Finding the source of the smoke, he sees Kwalwind stoking the fire, and readying it to cook what looks to be fish. In the distance he hears Thromp knocking over a tree. “Must be getting fire wood” thought Mogki. He stayed in his bed for a moment remembering what had happened only a few weeks before. The horrible death of two of his closest friends, having to lay their bodies in the ground..at least what was left of Crono’s. How did the Black Fang find them? Why were they only after Nierti and Crono? The mages left without so much as giving the remaining three a second thought.
“Oh well, time to get up I suppose.” Thought Mogki. “Today we reach the city of Hawk and enroll in the tournament. Then we will have enough money to start looking for who was responsible for killing their friends.”
Mogki got out of bed and walked over to the now burning fire. Kwalwind gave Mogki a slight nod of the head, and Mogki returned it. No one spoke as the three cooked and ate the dinner. In fact, no one had spoken since that day. Everyone knew what had to be done, and that was all that they were thinking about. Each day up until now consisted of making their way towards Hawk, and honing their skills. They were determined to win the tournament, and no one would stop them. Revenge for their friends was all they yearned for.
After eating, the three packed up their gear, and set out for Hawk. They walked in silence for a solid 6 hours until finally reaching the gates of Hawk. As they entered the castle walls, they couldn’t help but be amazed at the mere site of this prosperous city. The guards wore full mail armor, that reflected the sunlight and looked fit for a king to wear. The walls were 30 feet thick with the finest material available. The large drawbridge looked new, being held by massive chains and having a thick steel gate they could close in a moment’s notice. The moat was built into an actual river, so the water flowed underneath it. It was easy to see why the kingdom of Hawk was known as the richest kingdom in all the lands. Realizing he had slowed his walk towards the registration counter, Mogki quickly snapped out of his awe and marched towards the counter.
“Greetings,” said the clerk “are you here to sign-up for the tournament? If so I must tell you we are not reliable for injury or death that will occur during the tournament. Also, if you wish to have any special requests for a particular opponent you will face, if both parties agree then they will be accomidated. One more-“
“Shut up!” yelled Mogki “sign us up already, I’m Mogki, this is Kwalwind, and the big guy is Thromp. We want to participate in the main event.”
“Ah, you are smiled upon by the gods sir, you have just filled the last three spots. Said the clerk, “The matches begin in about 2 hours, and will go on all day and night, and into the next day. They will be continuous, and you could end up having a match back to back. Here are the rules you MUST know in order for me to put your names on the list. First off, you are free to challenge anyone on the list at any time, thereby going out of order, but the other must agree to the match. Death is not the way for victory, but it does happen, and it will not eject you from the tournament. The standard ways of winning are knock out, or the other opponent surrendering. Weapons and all forms of magic are allowed and highly encouraged. Other than that, there is nothing else to discuss. Please be back here in 2 hours for the rounds to begin.”
“Where can I find a roster of the opponents?” asked Mogki.
“One will be posted in about 10 minutes on the board to your left.” Replied the clerk.
The three walked away from the clerk and towards the nearby tavern. “I’m going to see if anyone here knows about any Black Fang activity in this area. You two stay here, I don’t want any interruptions.”
Mogki walked towards the tavern, on his way he saw an overcoat and a hat for sale. He grabbed them when the store owner turned his back and put them on as he entered the tavern. Pulling the hat down and flipping the coat collar up he walked over to a corner of the tavern with an empty table. He scanned the tavern as he ordered whiskey. He noticed what he thought to be 3 possible competent fighters, a rowdy group of wanna be’s, and on the far distance, a gang of what appeared to be apprentice mages. “Fucking mages” he thought to himself, “oh well lets get this over with.”
Mogki stood up, and in a loud voice boomed “I am Mogki, apprentice to Cyclis and friend to a murdered Crono. What movements of the Black Fang can you tell me for this region?” Instantly the tavern grew silent, and all eyes glared at Mogki. Not wanting to disappoint, he threw his hat and overcoat to the ground so all could behold him. As expected the rowdy group stood up and walked over to Mogki’s table.
“Apprentice of Cyclis huh? Here I was thinking the apprentice of his would be a man, instead we get this…skeleton of a thing calling himself the apprentice to the great Monk. HAH! There is no way something like you could be an apprentice to anyone! Except maybe of course the jokers!” spoke the man in the front of the gang. He stood about six feet, and had the body of a farmer. Mogki smiled.
“You wouldn’t even make me sweat, so tell me what news you have of the Black Fang and I’ll not harm you.” Replied Mogki. He counted four of them total. In his mind he was already working out the fight. He anticipated what each would try and do, and had the whole fight worked out in a matter of seconds. As expected the leader leaned back and laughed at his crew. Suddenly he launched himself forward with a fist aimed at Mogki’s face. Mogki gracefully stepped aside, and let him have a very weak punch in the stomach for his troubles.
“oof!” was all the man could mutter. He grabbed his stomach in pain as he gasped for air. His friends, reacting rather slowly, charged at Mogki. Mogki expecting this, already had another fist flying at the closest ones stomach. This one did the same thing, as he fell to the floor. The other two stopped short from throwing their punches. They realized what was happening and decided against it. They ran from the tavern and left the other two behind. Sluggishly the two on the ground made their way to the door mumbling something that Mogki couldn’t, nor did he care to make out.
In the corner of his eyes he noticed the apprentices squirm a little. Realizing it was them he needed to talk to, he turned to look at them. Fear struck all of their eyes except one. “He must be the leader,” thought Mogki. He counted them, four again. He started to walk towards them as he suddenly jumped back as a staff struck the ground in front of him.
“You stupid fucker, I found the people I need to talk to, so take your other two friends and get out of here.” Said Mogki in an angry voice.
The man smirked. “Heh, I think id rather stay, I mean what other opportunity will I have to fight the apprentice of the great Cyclis?”
“I see, fine then I will fight you, but after I deal with these mages. They have information I need!” replied Mogki.
“Sorry, but I also can’t just step aside and let you bully these mages either. What proof do you have that they even know anything? Not many choose to willingly know anything about the Black Fang. For most that do usually end up dead. I can’t let you, in good conscience, just beat the shit out of some mages for fun.” said the stranger.
“Look god dammit! This doesn’t concern you! I NEED to question these men now! That’s all I care to explain to the likes of you, so if you still insist on dieing, then ill accommodate you. Who may I ask is stupid enough to die for unworthy Apprentices?” asked Mogki
“I am called Metonic.” Replied the stranger.
Mogki’s eyes instantly widened. His entire body tightened as he remembered the mages mumbling the name Metonic as they left. “Now nothing will stand in the way of the coming invasion, and the awakening of Metonic." The words burned into his brain, constantly on his mind since that day.
“You! “ screamed Mogki “You’re the reason they killed Crono and Nierti!”
“What are you talking about?” replied Metonic
“Shut the fuck up! What invasion are you planning!?” screamed Mogki again. The two friends of Metonic’s that had accompanied him stood up immediately and walked over to Metonic’s position. They glared at Mogki, and took off their hoods.
“How did you hear of the invasion?” asked one of the men.
“What?” replied Mogki “One of your mages that you sent to kill Crono said it as he walked away. He said now nothing will stand in the way of the coming invasion, and the awakening of Metonic. I obviously see Metonic is awakened, so what invasion are you planning, and why did you have to kill Crono and Nierti?”
“Whoa hold it what the fuck do you mean awaken me? I’ve been awake for twenty four years! What you’re saying makes no sense!” said Metonic. Instantly one of the men reached up and touched Metonic on the shoulder. He collapsed to the floor unconscious. The other stranger out stretched his hand towards the bartender, and suddenly a flash of light escaped his hands and the bartender screamed in pain as he fell lifeless to the floor.
“What the fuck….you were three of the five mages there weren’t you!” said Mogki as he looked at the third, un-cowering apprentice mage at the table. The apprentice smiled and stood up.
“Very perceptive Mogki, I commend you at your ability to see what is before your eyes. Yes, we were three of the five mages there. The one you spoke of who mumbled those words were this man right here.” He placed his hand on the second stranger. The stranger lowered his head as to acknowledge his stupidity of saying anything. “Unfortunately for him, you heard him and have come seeking to stop us.” As the Apprentice spoke the second stranger suddenly arched in pain as he fell to the floor…dead.
“Mistakes are not taken lightly in the Black Fang. He never should have spoken up. Now it seems we will have to deal with you and your two friends outside here and now. Can’t have you running around trying to hinder our progress now can we?” As he spoke his last words he outstretched his open palm at Mogki. Mogki saw it coming, but was too late in reacting. The palm struck Mogki’s chest, and a small explosion of fire magic imploded on his chest. It sent Mogki flying back into the wall, and crashing to the floor. The apprentice smirked and started to walk away. Mogki coughed, as he slowly stood to his feet.
“Nice shot, I see your not truly an apprentice either.” Said Mogki.
The apprentice stopped. “I see you are no ordinary man either. Perhaps we should have destroyed you as well. You might have been a nuisance!” Again as he ended his sentence he turned to Mogki. This time firing a lighting bolt at him. “You wont get me twice!” yelled Mogki as he lept aside and rolled towards the apprentice’s companion. The companion reacted faster than Mogki had expected, but it didn’t matter. Mogki grabbed the companion’s arm and snapped it in one swift motion. The mage screamed in pain as Mogki swiftly punched him in the face. He held nothing back in this punch. The mage flew across the room, hit the wall and then fell to the floor. His face was crushed, as brains and blood splattered everywhere.
Mogki then turned towards the Apprentice but wasn’t quick enough. The apprentice had already began his second attack. Mogki was struck with a beam of energy that sent him flying through the tavern wall and into the street. He hit face first and proceeded to slide a good ten feet before stopping. Startled, Kwalwind took out his bow and readied an arrow and aimed towards the tavern. Thromp ran in front of his downed ally, and faced the tavern. The apprentice had already taken the time to grab Metonic and disappear away from the tavern with the other apprentices. Thromp slowly entered the tavern and saw two bodies in the tavern. “There no one here Kwalwind..what knock Mogki out?” asked Thromp.
“I don’t know Thromp, guess we’ll have to wait until he wakes up to ask him.” replied Kwalwind
Its the 10th entry down. If that doesnt work just hit the earlier button at the bottom of this to go back a page, and itll be there.
Chapter One: The Journey ahead
Mogki awoke to the smell of smoke. Rubbing his eyes he looked around. Finding the source of the smoke, he sees Kwalwind stoking the fire, and readying it to cook what looks to be fish. In the distance he hears Thromp knocking over a tree. “Must be getting fire wood” thought Mogki. He stayed in his bed for a moment remembering what had happened only a few weeks before. The horrible death of two of his closest friends, having to lay their bodies in the ground..at least what was left of Crono’s. How did the Black Fang find them? Why were they only after Nierti and Crono? The mages left without so much as giving the remaining three a second thought.
“Oh well, time to get up I suppose.” Thought Mogki. “Today we reach the city of Hawk and enroll in the tournament. Then we will have enough money to start looking for who was responsible for killing their friends.”
Mogki got out of bed and walked over to the now burning fire. Kwalwind gave Mogki a slight nod of the head, and Mogki returned it. No one spoke as the three cooked and ate the dinner. In fact, no one had spoken since that day. Everyone knew what had to be done, and that was all that they were thinking about. Each day up until now consisted of making their way towards Hawk, and honing their skills. They were determined to win the tournament, and no one would stop them. Revenge for their friends was all they yearned for.
After eating, the three packed up their gear, and set out for Hawk. They walked in silence for a solid 6 hours until finally reaching the gates of Hawk. As they entered the castle walls, they couldn’t help but be amazed at the mere site of this prosperous city. The guards wore full mail armor, that reflected the sunlight and looked fit for a king to wear. The walls were 30 feet thick with the finest material available. The large drawbridge looked new, being held by massive chains and having a thick steel gate they could close in a moment’s notice. The moat was built into an actual river, so the water flowed underneath it. It was easy to see why the kingdom of Hawk was known as the richest kingdom in all the lands. Realizing he had slowed his walk towards the registration counter, Mogki quickly snapped out of his awe and marched towards the counter.
“Greetings,” said the clerk “are you here to sign-up for the tournament? If so I must tell you we are not reliable for injury or death that will occur during the tournament. Also, if you wish to have any special requests for a particular opponent you will face, if both parties agree then they will be accomidated. One more-“
“Shut up!” yelled Mogki “sign us up already, I’m Mogki, this is Kwalwind, and the big guy is Thromp. We want to participate in the main event.”
“Ah, you are smiled upon by the gods sir, you have just filled the last three spots. Said the clerk, “The matches begin in about 2 hours, and will go on all day and night, and into the next day. They will be continuous, and you could end up having a match back to back. Here are the rules you MUST know in order for me to put your names on the list. First off, you are free to challenge anyone on the list at any time, thereby going out of order, but the other must agree to the match. Death is not the way for victory, but it does happen, and it will not eject you from the tournament. The standard ways of winning are knock out, or the other opponent surrendering. Weapons and all forms of magic are allowed and highly encouraged. Other than that, there is nothing else to discuss. Please be back here in 2 hours for the rounds to begin.”
“Where can I find a roster of the opponents?” asked Mogki.
“One will be posted in about 10 minutes on the board to your left.” Replied the clerk.
The three walked away from the clerk and towards the nearby tavern. “I’m going to see if anyone here knows about any Black Fang activity in this area. You two stay here, I don’t want any interruptions.”
Mogki walked towards the tavern, on his way he saw an overcoat and a hat for sale. He grabbed them when the store owner turned his back and put them on as he entered the tavern. Pulling the hat down and flipping the coat collar up he walked over to a corner of the tavern with an empty table. He scanned the tavern as he ordered whiskey. He noticed what he thought to be 3 possible competent fighters, a rowdy group of wanna be’s, and on the far distance, a gang of what appeared to be apprentice mages. “Fucking mages” he thought to himself, “oh well lets get this over with.”
Mogki stood up, and in a loud voice boomed “I am Mogki, apprentice to Cyclis and friend to a murdered Crono. What movements of the Black Fang can you tell me for this region?” Instantly the tavern grew silent, and all eyes glared at Mogki. Not wanting to disappoint, he threw his hat and overcoat to the ground so all could behold him. As expected the rowdy group stood up and walked over to Mogki’s table.
“Apprentice of Cyclis huh? Here I was thinking the apprentice of his would be a man, instead we get this…skeleton of a thing calling himself the apprentice to the great Monk. HAH! There is no way something like you could be an apprentice to anyone! Except maybe of course the jokers!” spoke the man in the front of the gang. He stood about six feet, and had the body of a farmer. Mogki smiled.
“You wouldn’t even make me sweat, so tell me what news you have of the Black Fang and I’ll not harm you.” Replied Mogki. He counted four of them total. In his mind he was already working out the fight. He anticipated what each would try and do, and had the whole fight worked out in a matter of seconds. As expected the leader leaned back and laughed at his crew. Suddenly he launched himself forward with a fist aimed at Mogki’s face. Mogki gracefully stepped aside, and let him have a very weak punch in the stomach for his troubles.
“oof!” was all the man could mutter. He grabbed his stomach in pain as he gasped for air. His friends, reacting rather slowly, charged at Mogki. Mogki expecting this, already had another fist flying at the closest ones stomach. This one did the same thing, as he fell to the floor. The other two stopped short from throwing their punches. They realized what was happening and decided against it. They ran from the tavern and left the other two behind. Sluggishly the two on the ground made their way to the door mumbling something that Mogki couldn’t, nor did he care to make out.
In the corner of his eyes he noticed the apprentices squirm a little. Realizing it was them he needed to talk to, he turned to look at them. Fear struck all of their eyes except one. “He must be the leader,” thought Mogki. He counted them, four again. He started to walk towards them as he suddenly jumped back as a staff struck the ground in front of him.
“You stupid fucker, I found the people I need to talk to, so take your other two friends and get out of here.” Said Mogki in an angry voice.
The man smirked. “Heh, I think id rather stay, I mean what other opportunity will I have to fight the apprentice of the great Cyclis?”
“I see, fine then I will fight you, but after I deal with these mages. They have information I need!” replied Mogki.
“Sorry, but I also can’t just step aside and let you bully these mages either. What proof do you have that they even know anything? Not many choose to willingly know anything about the Black Fang. For most that do usually end up dead. I can’t let you, in good conscience, just beat the shit out of some mages for fun.” said the stranger.
“Look god dammit! This doesn’t concern you! I NEED to question these men now! That’s all I care to explain to the likes of you, so if you still insist on dieing, then ill accommodate you. Who may I ask is stupid enough to die for unworthy Apprentices?” asked Mogki
“I am called Metonic.” Replied the stranger.
Mogki’s eyes instantly widened. His entire body tightened as he remembered the mages mumbling the name Metonic as they left. “Now nothing will stand in the way of the coming invasion, and the awakening of Metonic." The words burned into his brain, constantly on his mind since that day.
“You! “ screamed Mogki “You’re the reason they killed Crono and Nierti!”
“What are you talking about?” replied Metonic
“Shut the fuck up! What invasion are you planning!?” screamed Mogki again. The two friends of Metonic’s that had accompanied him stood up immediately and walked over to Metonic’s position. They glared at Mogki, and took off their hoods.
“How did you hear of the invasion?” asked one of the men.
“What?” replied Mogki “One of your mages that you sent to kill Crono said it as he walked away. He said now nothing will stand in the way of the coming invasion, and the awakening of Metonic. I obviously see Metonic is awakened, so what invasion are you planning, and why did you have to kill Crono and Nierti?”
“Whoa hold it what the fuck do you mean awaken me? I’ve been awake for twenty four years! What you’re saying makes no sense!” said Metonic. Instantly one of the men reached up and touched Metonic on the shoulder. He collapsed to the floor unconscious. The other stranger out stretched his hand towards the bartender, and suddenly a flash of light escaped his hands and the bartender screamed in pain as he fell lifeless to the floor.
“What the fuck….you were three of the five mages there weren’t you!” said Mogki as he looked at the third, un-cowering apprentice mage at the table. The apprentice smiled and stood up.
“Very perceptive Mogki, I commend you at your ability to see what is before your eyes. Yes, we were three of the five mages there. The one you spoke of who mumbled those words were this man right here.” He placed his hand on the second stranger. The stranger lowered his head as to acknowledge his stupidity of saying anything. “Unfortunately for him, you heard him and have come seeking to stop us.” As the Apprentice spoke the second stranger suddenly arched in pain as he fell to the floor…dead.
“Mistakes are not taken lightly in the Black Fang. He never should have spoken up. Now it seems we will have to deal with you and your two friends outside here and now. Can’t have you running around trying to hinder our progress now can we?” As he spoke his last words he outstretched his open palm at Mogki. Mogki saw it coming, but was too late in reacting. The palm struck Mogki’s chest, and a small explosion of fire magic imploded on his chest. It sent Mogki flying back into the wall, and crashing to the floor. The apprentice smirked and started to walk away. Mogki coughed, as he slowly stood to his feet.
“Nice shot, I see your not truly an apprentice either.” Said Mogki.
The apprentice stopped. “I see you are no ordinary man either. Perhaps we should have destroyed you as well. You might have been a nuisance!” Again as he ended his sentence he turned to Mogki. This time firing a lighting bolt at him. “You wont get me twice!” yelled Mogki as he lept aside and rolled towards the apprentice’s companion. The companion reacted faster than Mogki had expected, but it didn’t matter. Mogki grabbed the companion’s arm and snapped it in one swift motion. The mage screamed in pain as Mogki swiftly punched him in the face. He held nothing back in this punch. The mage flew across the room, hit the wall and then fell to the floor. His face was crushed, as brains and blood splattered everywhere.
Mogki then turned towards the Apprentice but wasn’t quick enough. The apprentice had already began his second attack. Mogki was struck with a beam of energy that sent him flying through the tavern wall and into the street. He hit face first and proceeded to slide a good ten feet before stopping. Startled, Kwalwind took out his bow and readied an arrow and aimed towards the tavern. Thromp ran in front of his downed ally, and faced the tavern. The apprentice had already taken the time to grab Metonic and disappear away from the tavern with the other apprentices. Thromp slowly entered the tavern and saw two bodies in the tavern. “There no one here Kwalwind..what knock Mogki out?” asked Thromp.
“I don’t know Thromp, guess we’ll have to wait until he wakes up to ask him.” replied Kwalwind