Curse

hawk3y3 · Oct 01, 2005, 06:55 PM // 18:55

hey guys. my brother got 4 Mac comps, all really good, towers and everything needed for the comps all for $22. O and i want to see if Guild Wars will play on it too...all i know is that Unreal Tournament 2004 is the only one so far. O and thx for the feedback Oblivion.

Storm Crow · Oct 01, 2005, 10:58 PM // 22:58

writers block!!

AHHHHHH!!!

hawk3y3 · Oct 02, 2005, 12:49 PM // 12:49

ouch...

Storm Crow · Oct 08, 2005, 09:33 PM // 21:33

I am finishing up the ritual part of my next post atm, and should post it sometime later today

ownage of teh elite · Oct 09, 2005, 04:09 PM // 16:09

Hey there guys!

This is Vantie.

Just wanted to know if I'm able to introduce my character Vanatiel into the game again somehow, as he's not dead.

Well, I didn't make him dead, at least

Dunno what you guys did with him

I have about two days per weekend, sat and sun. off, and I usually don''t have anything else to do.

So, thanks for your time
~Your truly
~Vantie

Storm Crow · Oct 09, 2005, 04:24 PM // 16:24

He's not dead, he's currently at a standstill in LA

Ive been keeping him up-to-date

hawk3y3 · Oct 09, 2005, 08:16 PM // 20:16

been so long since i posted a story. nice new avatar stormcrow fits u perfectly

Storm Crow · Oct 10, 2005, 03:13 PM // 15:13

Ok!! Here we go, folks, the block is gone!!
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Alicia and Vanatiel walked into the Guild Hall of the Onyx Sisters. It was not the bright, happy place filled with chattering people, as they thought it would be, but a dark, dank, almost dungeon-like hall, with high-set cathedral windows. Three women, of about the same age as those that had just entered, were sitting in the middle of the hall, surrounded by candles. It looked almost as if they were meditating, except for the soft humm of whispered chanting.

"I'm sorry Vanatiel, but I must ask you to stay here." Garria said, "It's a sisterhood rule that men cannot take part in our rituals."

Alicia turned to Vanatil and hugged him. "I'll be fine." she whispered in his ear as she learned up to kiss him. "I know." he whispered back.

She walked to where the three women were sitting and chanting. One was a Ranger, one a Monk, and one a Necromancer. Garria waved a hand over the candles in the middle of the circle they sat in and they went out. The women stopped chanting and looked at her. "The last sister has arrived," Garria said, "Alicia, this is Wereva ((she pointed at the ranger)), Cariva, ((the Monk)), and Daishi((The Necromancer)). they are the other Sisters."

Alicia gave a nervous smile. Daishi eyed her with one of her deep green eyes. She was wearing 15k Bonelace...dyed black. Wereva did as well. She pushed an out-of-place stick back into a glove of her black 15k Druid's. Cariva looked as if she could care less. She was twirling a lock of hair that had fallen out of her bun in her fingers.

"Fresh meat?" Daishi asked.

"Calm down Dai," Varda said, "We need to purify her."

Garria drew a piece of red chalk from her bag and drew a pentagon on the floor. Each woman took place at a corner, and drew an onyx bowl and candle form, semingly, nowhere. Each then cut the top of their left hand and drained the blood into the onyx bowls. The candles were lit and placed afloat on the blood. Alicia was told to stand in the center of the pentagon. the rest of the Sisters then held hands and started to chant in arcane words.

Alicia felt her heartbeat slow, and began to feel light headed. She thought she was rising in the air, but her head pounded hard, and she couldnt see. The chanting became faster, and the words could no longer be told from one another. Her head pounded harder, and the feeling of spinning came to her.

Again the chanting rose and fell, as a boat on a raging sea, and Alicia's head continued to pound. Then the chanting slowed, and an old rhyme came back to her.

In the darkness
She finds light
She finds shelter
In the night

Shadows many
Brightness none
Grenth is master
You are one

Diffrences between you
There is but one
But you together
Can't be won

Bone Minions, Fiends
The people think
But in reality
They're the link

Death is pleasnt
Life a curse
As we chant this
Verse by verse

Grenth we call you
Your Child cries
Her existance
Is a lie

The words repeated, over and over. Alicia felt as if the life was literally being sucked out of her. Her chest pounded with her now rapid heartbeat. Then suddenly there was nothing. Blackness. No sound. No light. Just plain. Utter.

Darkness...

Link Ironhammer · Oct 12, 2005, 02:54 AM // 02:54

Mali and Eric arrived In Beacons Perch happy that their journey was almost over, they found an inn and went to sleep.
Mali kept thinking how good it would be to se his mom on his birthday which was in 2 days.

Mali and Eric left Beacons Perch heading for Gates of Kryta, they had no trouble until they were attacked by undead right before they entered the gates.
"You Ready eric?'
"Yep"
Mali and Eric fought off the undead, but they just kept coming. then in the middle of the battle, Mali felt a sharp pain go through his body, but nothing had touched him.
"Whats Happening to me?" Mali thought.
The next thing Mali saw was total blackness leaving Eric to fight the undead alone.

Storm Crow · Oct 13, 2005, 09:08 PM // 21:08

just to add the stats for the Sisters if anyone was wondering about them

Name: Garria Stormcrow
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Warrior/Monk
Weapon: Onyx Longsword, Onyx-Plated Shield - Onyx Fellblade, Onyx-Plated Shield
Armor: 15k Gladiator’s dyed black

Name: Varda Stormcrow
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Mesmer/Monk
Weapon: Onyx Jeweled Staff
Armor: 15k Rouge’s dyed black, Drok's Enchanter's dyed black

Name: Daishi Stormcrow
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Necromancer/Monk
Weapon: Onyx Accursed Staff
Armor: 15k Bonelace dyed black, Drok's Tormentor's dyed black

Name: Wereva Stormcrow
Age: 26
Gander: Female
Race: Human
Class: Ranger/Monk
Weapon: Onyx Storm Bow
Armor: 15k Druid’s dyed black, 15k Frostbound dyed back

Name: Cariva Stormcrow
Age: 25
Gander: Female
Race: Human
Class: Monk/Warrior
Weapon: Onyx Holy Staff
Armor: 15k Saintly dyed black

hawk3y3 · Oct 14, 2005, 12:39 AM // 00:39

Hey guys sry im not on all the time. in the guild wars universe i got a wireless router and im currently fixing the problem. anybody here have a Netgear WGR614(?) router
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Eric:What the --
Undead: ROAR!
Eric: Taste light fiend

Eric fought bravely against the undead minions. They kept coming back stronger and stronger. Eric had little means but to fight.

Eric: Theres too many!

Just then an arrow shout right past Eric and hit the undead square in the eye.

???: Long time eh Eric?
Eric: *turns around* Faven!
Faven: Yup. Been following you since you made that cave.
*undead roar* No time for chit-chat its time to fight.
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Hey guys im going to leave it at that for a while k? gonna see if i can fix problem with router.

Storm Crow · Oct 14, 2005, 11:38 PM // 23:38

Alicia opened her eyes, but it did not help. Blackness still shone, dark and cold. She closed her eyes again. Her head was pounding harder than it ever had before. Again she tried to see through the darkness. This time Grenth stood before her.

"Give me your band." he said and held out his fleshless hand.

She removed the band Garria had given her and placed it in her master's hand.

"You have proven yourself worthy, my Child." he said, and returned the band, warm with the fresh-cast charm, to her neck. "YOu are now a Sister of the Onyx."

Her head pounded hard again and she squeezed her eyes shut. A soft and comforting touch was felt on her cheek. She nuzzled her head into the comforting hand and sighed softly. Her head stopped pounding and her heartbeat returned to it's normal pace. She started to cry as Vantie held her, quietly shushing her, but also crying himself...

hawk3y3 · Oct 15, 2005, 01:25 AM // 01:25

GRRRRR I CANNOT FIX THE PROBLEM GAHHHHHHHHHHHH! sry if i was a little aggressive there...mUsT nOt PlAy WoW AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

hawk3y3 · Oct 16, 2005, 06:05 PM // 18:05

Thank goodness problem fixed *Hallehlalujuh*

ownage of teh elite · Oct 17, 2005, 06:13 PM // 18:13

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Vanatiel paced the streets of Lions Arch. His companions were still
asleep, as it was the early dawn. The sun was slowly moving up the
horizon, casting a beautiful golden glow across the land. Many
merchants could be heard, calling for money. Vanatiel was
both amazed and shocked at the population of the small city.

"Fifty Thousand Gold Pieces 'an this bu'ee is yurs, good sir!", the bulky merchant cried out to the passing figure, pointing to a rare pale sword.
The figure suddenly stopped and turned, revealing the
deathly pale face of a necromancer. The bulky man let out a sharp breath, and took
a step backwards.

"You! You devil! I will do no trade with you!" The merchant cried, pointing a shaking finger
at the cloaked necromancer.

Smiling, the necromancer took a threatening step forward.

Uttering a squeal of fright, the merchant took another step backward.

"Y-you Devil! Be-gone! You desecrate this here holy city! Don't come a single
step closer, or I swear to you, I'll have the White Mantle after you!"

The necromancer took another step towards the merchants goods, ignoring
the fat mans threats. Tracing his gloved hands over the merchants
fruits, the necromancer paced around the wares, searching for the ripest
fruit. Seeming to find the right fruit, the necromancer bent over the wares,
and reached out for a bright red apple. Wiping the fruit on his black cloak,
he proceeded to kneel down in front of the merchant.

"Well good merchant...I'm sorry I couldn't do you the pleasure of
removing that sword off your hands." came the icy voice of death.

The merchants mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out.

"I see you haven't found your voice, so I believe that I will continue.
My name is Vanatiel, and as you probably know, I'm a necromancer."

Vanatiel paused for a moment, taking a bite of the apple.

"Ah....delicious fruit you have here. Where was I? Oh yes, I was
introducing myself. You see, good merchant, I've traveled through
many lands, in both this world, and the other. I have trudged among
endless dirt roads, walked through glorious cities of gold, and
been in more unholy cities than you can imagine. From what I’ve seen
so far, this isn't the holy city you make it out to be. All I see
are merchants selling foolish wares for comical prices, fanciful and
arrogant knights who believe themselves as servants of some higher
power, and a civilization that has lost all morals."

Vanatiel looked down at his apple, his eyes veiled, as if in deep thought.
Snapping back to consciousness, Vanatiel blinked and looked into the merchants
eyes.

"I believe I didn't catch your name."

The merchant averted his eyes from the gaze of the necromancer.
The necromancer had horrible eyes. Pale hazel eyes...the
same eyes of the snake...

"Bern." the merchant shakily whispered.

Vanatiel nodded his head.

"Ah. A honest enough name."

Vanatiel took another bite, ignoring the man's stare.

"Your teeth....what..what are they?"

Surprised at the merchant's sudden question, Vanatiel took off his gloves
and moved his fingers over his long, sharp fangs. When Vanatiel finally
lowered his hand, and inspected his fingers, he could see blood on the tips
of his fingers. Unsheathing a long rapier that had a green glow to it,
he smeared his blood over the length of the blade. The rapier seemed
to glow even more brightly, in it's sickening green color, when
the blood was absorbed into the blade. Running his fingers through
the rapiers length, Vanatiel felt the cold, smooth texture under his
bare fingers.

"Your teeth....what..what are they?" the merchant asked again, although
this time a bit louder.

Vanatiel stopped, his fingers at the sharp point of the blade.

"Vampire Teeth, of course."

The merchants jaw dropped.

"H-how could you act so casual about such an atrocity?!" the merchant asked.

Shifting in his stance, the necromancer brought his other leg in the
same position as his other leg, so that none of his knee caps touched the ground.

"They aren't an atrocity, my good merchant. Let's just say, they're an essential
....tool....that a necromancer possesses. Imagine...being able to take the
very life force that keeps any mortal thing alive. It's a beautiful feeling.
Without these..."

Vanatiel fingered his teeth again, although this time more carefully.

"I wouldn't be able to live this life of death."

Vanatiel stood up, his cloak moving slowly in the breeze.

"So...my good merchant, I believe I have some matters to attend to.
I've had a good chat with you, and your wares are good enough, to
sell. Just remember one thing, sir. I am Vanatiel, son, of the Lord
Of Death. I fear nothing. Not life, pain, or death itself. Any
mortal or immortal being of this world of the next does not fear me
either."

Vanatiel took another bite of the apple.

"This is a very good apple." he said, indicating the fruit.

Vanatiel put his hands into his cloak, searched for a bit,
and then withdrew his hand from his pocket. He flicked his hand,
and shiny gold pieces flew towards the merchant, and landed on his
lap.

"That, good sir is for this delicious fruit....and this...this is
for our conversation. You see, no one is to know that I'm here. And..
I can't have little rats telling the White Mantle of my existence,
can I?"

Vanatiel closed his eyes, and started to mutter words.

The merchant jumped forward, and begged for Vanatiel not to hurt him.

The necromancer opened one eye.

"Don't worry Bern. This won't hurt a bit."

Closing his eyes, Vanatiel continued to mutter words.

Moving his hands in a circular motion, Vanatiel was raised into the
air. His body started to shake violently, and his hazel eyes were
replaced by white.

Pointing at Bern, Vanatiel suddenly cried out his final words to
complete the spell.

Bern dropped unconscious, onto the ground.

The necromancer smiled.

"Sweet dreams." he whispered, as he turned.

With his black cloak billowing in the wind, Vanatiel, second of the fallen ones,
son of grenth, the lord of death, walked off, back to Alicia Stormcrow, the
only mortal he cared for.

makii · Oct 17, 2005, 06:41 PM // 18:41

and then they had big group sex, so the story ends!

Storm Crow · Oct 17, 2005, 10:32 PM // 22:32

Vantie, I have but one word for you. Awesome.

The Lady of Death congatulates and approves this installment.

ownage of teh elite · Oct 18, 2005, 02:55 AM // 02:55

Quote:

Originally Posted by makii

and then they had big group sex, so the story ends!

And BOY was it GREAT!

Storm Crow · Oct 18, 2005, 03:06 AM // 03:06

currently working on a reply to your latest installment, Vantie, and I intend to have it up sometime within the next week.

oh, and lol I agree entirely

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sarcasm

Platinum Agent · Oct 18, 2005, 04:45 AM // 04:45

I say, the story's starting to bloom a bit. Still need to see a bit more from Mali's and Eric's side of the story. By the way, I like the avatars you've been putting up Storm. And a quick question: How do you have six characters?