So much for continuity
It seems like forever sense I've updated this. I just haven't been on the computer much
Well if anyone was wondering I guess this proves I'm still alive.
Or atlast a horrible zombie of somesort who has managed to keep my mastery of the english language.
Mmmmmm Brains....
I've been meaning to write some more. But something holds me back. I look at some of my past works and can't believe I did it, and doubt I could continue at that level. Regardless I think I'll try to post a story of some sort at least once a week.
Thunder cracked and lightning filled an omonusly dark sky for only a moment, before the night was plunged back into darkness. It was a humid, dry night, despite the thunder and lightning threatening a trenechail downpour. The heat made the trek up the forebodding tower of somniferous all the more dangerous.
A Minotaur guarded the stairwell that lead to the third story of the garganutain tower. The beast was a hidous mockery of humanity. It had the pelvis and legs of a man, while his torso and head was that of a bull. It sneered and snarled as it lunged forth swinging its massive black axe.
Another blade struck before the axe could find its mark, the vile blood of the minotaur spurred forth from the deep gash the warrior had made with a single swing of his holy blade. The beast gurgled a defeated cry as its torso slipped apart, its head lolling back bring the upper portion of the torso to the ground with it.
"I grow weary of having to sharpen my blade on these creations." Restion the warrior of light sighed with disgust as he came of the stairwell stepping into the hallway propper. Jerion followed him, his own blade ready. He sethed it for a moment as he checked the corpse.
"At least it won't be getting up."
Isope followed at a safe distance as he plucked the strings of his lyre, to depicte the Exploits of Restion.
"Our hero of strength and viture true,
Slew the beast through and through.
His sword once again found home
As promised in the ancient tome."
Jerion shook his head, ignoring the Bard's words.
"Which way, my Lord?"
Restion looked down the hallway and then at the corpse of the Miotaur. He saw no key. Lifting his blade up before his forehead he sensed nothing.
"Scrying spells just won't work in this dark place," He said with another sigh.
"Through the darkness the light could not shine,
Our Hero was running low on time.
Though each foe he would stop,
He could only travel blindly towards the top."
Jerion looked towards Restion.
"Unfortunetly he is right."
Restion nodded, and they marched forth down the hallway with thier swords drawn.
The small imp glared from a darkened corner at the end of the hall. The foul smelling humans were aproaching having slain Kirath the Minotaur. The Imp spotted his targter gleaming in the darkness. The Holy Sword of the Pheonix. If it could steal and break this blade, the human would be lost. It leapt forth, but the blade struck the imp.
Restion did not bother looking at the Imp he had just slain. It was a fould creature hardly worht his time to kill. And he had many more levels to climb before the night would be over.
Saile The Dragon Knight of the mist bowed before her master, the lord of the somniferous. The Dread Knight of Oblivion.
"My lord, The weilder of the Pheonix blade draws ever nearer. He and his companions have bested nearly all of the towers guards."
"I see..." The Dread lord said as he rested his chin on his fist.
"No need to waste any more then. The soldiers that fill this tower grow harder to find."
Saile nodded as she rose.
"I understand."
Restion gripped his sword tightly as they continued up the stairway in darkness. He had grown uneasy. They had crossed many levels with no signs of enemies.
"I do not think I like this." Jerion agreed to Restion's silent thoughts.
"Greeting to the tower of Somniferous, Though I must say you were expected sooner." Saile taunted from the top of the stairway. The warriors swords drawn just glared at her.
"Now, there is no need for that, I have been given orders, to Escort you to the zenith of this tower."
"And why should we trust you?" Jerion Hissed.
"You needn't." She retorted and turned away, retreating back the way she had came.
"Do we trust her?"
Restion did not answer.
They followed the Dragon knight, though they were sure to keep a distance. They did not want any surprises or traps as they entered a grand chamber. The Dragon knight approached the throne and knealed beside the throne of her master.
"Welcome Hero."
"I will Slay you..."
"Come now, there is no need for bravado here." The Dark lord spoke soflty and smoothely as he stood.
"Now, I know you don't want to kill me, its what the people want, and you serve them."
"I serve what is right!"
"Why? With your power and skill why not Serve yourself. Join me, by my side and you shall have all the wealth and power you can dream of and all the Carnal pleasures you Desire."
"Restion would Never..." Jerion began to speak for his friend as he stepped foreward. Restion's blade sliced deep into Jerion's back. He stepped foreward, twisting his blade as he Plunged it deep through Jerion's Chest. His former friend feel limb from his blade, landing in a jumbled heap on the floor.
"Oh what a twisted Fate
For one so good to subcome to his Hate...."
With another quick slash of his sword, the minstrals head was liberated from his shoulders.
"I will serve you." Restion promised.
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Duno what caused me to right this, but I was amused with it.
Common features.
Restion, I use this name alot in my stories.
The same poor spelling.
Well if anyone was wondering I guess this proves I'm still alive.
Or atlast a horrible zombie of somesort who has managed to keep my mastery of the english language.
Mmmmmm Brains....
I've been meaning to write some more. But something holds me back. I look at some of my past works and can't believe I did it, and doubt I could continue at that level. Regardless I think I'll try to post a story of some sort at least once a week.
Thunder cracked and lightning filled an omonusly dark sky for only a moment, before the night was plunged back into darkness. It was a humid, dry night, despite the thunder and lightning threatening a trenechail downpour. The heat made the trek up the forebodding tower of somniferous all the more dangerous.
A Minotaur guarded the stairwell that lead to the third story of the garganutain tower. The beast was a hidous mockery of humanity. It had the pelvis and legs of a man, while his torso and head was that of a bull. It sneered and snarled as it lunged forth swinging its massive black axe.
Another blade struck before the axe could find its mark, the vile blood of the minotaur spurred forth from the deep gash the warrior had made with a single swing of his holy blade. The beast gurgled a defeated cry as its torso slipped apart, its head lolling back bring the upper portion of the torso to the ground with it.
"I grow weary of having to sharpen my blade on these creations." Restion the warrior of light sighed with disgust as he came of the stairwell stepping into the hallway propper. Jerion followed him, his own blade ready. He sethed it for a moment as he checked the corpse.
"At least it won't be getting up."
Isope followed at a safe distance as he plucked the strings of his lyre, to depicte the Exploits of Restion.
"Our hero of strength and viture true,
Slew the beast through and through.
His sword once again found home
As promised in the ancient tome."
Jerion shook his head, ignoring the Bard's words.
"Which way, my Lord?"
Restion looked down the hallway and then at the corpse of the Miotaur. He saw no key. Lifting his blade up before his forehead he sensed nothing.
"Scrying spells just won't work in this dark place," He said with another sigh.
"Through the darkness the light could not shine,
Our Hero was running low on time.
Though each foe he would stop,
He could only travel blindly towards the top."
Jerion looked towards Restion.
"Unfortunetly he is right."
Restion nodded, and they marched forth down the hallway with thier swords drawn.
The small imp glared from a darkened corner at the end of the hall. The foul smelling humans were aproaching having slain Kirath the Minotaur. The Imp spotted his targter gleaming in the darkness. The Holy Sword of the Pheonix. If it could steal and break this blade, the human would be lost. It leapt forth, but the blade struck the imp.
Restion did not bother looking at the Imp he had just slain. It was a fould creature hardly worht his time to kill. And he had many more levels to climb before the night would be over.
Saile The Dragon Knight of the mist bowed before her master, the lord of the somniferous. The Dread Knight of Oblivion.
"My lord, The weilder of the Pheonix blade draws ever nearer. He and his companions have bested nearly all of the towers guards."
"I see..." The Dread lord said as he rested his chin on his fist.
"No need to waste any more then. The soldiers that fill this tower grow harder to find."
Saile nodded as she rose.
"I understand."
Restion gripped his sword tightly as they continued up the stairway in darkness. He had grown uneasy. They had crossed many levels with no signs of enemies.
"I do not think I like this." Jerion agreed to Restion's silent thoughts.
"Greeting to the tower of Somniferous, Though I must say you were expected sooner." Saile taunted from the top of the stairway. The warriors swords drawn just glared at her.
"Now, there is no need for that, I have been given orders, to Escort you to the zenith of this tower."
"And why should we trust you?" Jerion Hissed.
"You needn't." She retorted and turned away, retreating back the way she had came.
"Do we trust her?"
Restion did not answer.
They followed the Dragon knight, though they were sure to keep a distance. They did not want any surprises or traps as they entered a grand chamber. The Dragon knight approached the throne and knealed beside the throne of her master.
"Welcome Hero."
"I will Slay you..."
"Come now, there is no need for bravado here." The Dark lord spoke soflty and smoothely as he stood.
"Now, I know you don't want to kill me, its what the people want, and you serve them."
"I serve what is right!"
"Why? With your power and skill why not Serve yourself. Join me, by my side and you shall have all the wealth and power you can dream of and all the Carnal pleasures you Desire."
"Restion would Never..." Jerion began to speak for his friend as he stepped foreward. Restion's blade sliced deep into Jerion's back. He stepped foreward, twisting his blade as he Plunged it deep through Jerion's Chest. His former friend feel limb from his blade, landing in a jumbled heap on the floor.
"Oh what a twisted Fate
For one so good to subcome to his Hate...."
With another quick slash of his sword, the minstrals head was liberated from his shoulders.
"I will serve you." Restion promised.
_________________
Duno what caused me to right this, but I was amused with it.
Common features.
Restion, I use this name alot in my stories.
The same poor spelling.