Curse

Link Ironhammer · Oct 23, 2005, 01:35 AM // 01:35

Sorry I don't post much, I'm trying to find the perfect time to have Mali arrive in Lions Arch.
I may post later this evening though so be prepared...

Link Ironhammer · Oct 23, 2005, 04:45 AM // 04:45

Ok here is my new post the family will be together yet again!! P.s sorry if I mess up anyones post Idea!!
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Mali awoke to find himself in a wagon, he jumped up and saw Eric. "Are we in Lions Arch?"
"No, not yet."
"Who's driving the wagon?"
"Oh, thats my friend Faven, he helped me in the battle against the undead."
"Where did we get the wagon?"
"In Gates of Kryta, we should be in Lions Arch in the morning, go back to sleep."

Mali awoke in the morning to find the wagon stopped, plus Eric and Faven were gone. He looked outside the wagon,noticed that the horses were gone,that he was in Lions Arch, and Mali found a note on the driver seat that read:
Dear Mail,
So sorry that I must leave you on such short notice but, I have gone away with faven and will never return. So Long friend!

Sincerly,
Eric Kasus

Mali cryed a little bit after losing his companion,but he was now excited about finnally seeing his mom, he jumped out of the wagon and began searching for her.

Mali was amazed at how big Lions Arch was, he didn't think he would find his mom. Then he saw her, standing with Vantie behind her and....
What is he doing to her??? Mali thought. Then he saw what was happening, Vantie was sinking his fangs into his mothers neck!!! "No!!!" Mali screamed and began running towards her. When he arrived his mother was laying on the ground exhauste dwith Vantie hanging over her. "What have you done to her... you...you...monster!!!!"
"Mali....is that you?"
"Yes, vantie its me, now what have you done to my mother?"
"My thrist for bloodlust ran out of control...I.."
"SHUT UP!!"
"Mali stop this..."
"NO, you have taken my mother away from me and now you try sinkg your fangs into her?"
"Mali I can't control it..."
Mali kneeled down by his mom and helped her get up. tears welled up in his eyes as he was so glad to see his mother.
"Mali..my Mali...your finally safe."
"Yes mother, I am here, you will never lose me again."
Mali helped his mother walk her to the tent(or sleeping place or whatever its called), while doing so he gave Vantie a very mean stare. Vantie watched him with a dazed look on his face...
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God My hands hurt!!
The reason I made Eric go away forever is because he no longer playes Guild Wars, he subscribed to World of Warcraft(shocking I kno).
If I ruined any future posts, then I am apoligizing right here.
Sorry If I ruined any future posts.

Storm Crow · Oct 23, 2005, 05:04 AM // 05:04

Alicia stroked Mali's hair as he slept that night. She was glad he had come, but she was also scared for him. Both she and Vantie had been through their greatest bloodlust..and she hadn't seen Vantie since the toxins wore off.

She attempted the telepathy, but to no avail. His mind was sealed, and he could not be reached. Just then a squeaking hinge was heard on the Guild Hall's doors, and rain was heard pouring against the heavy stone. She shivered as the cold wind blew from the night beyond the door.

Wrapped in her blanket she walked over to the dark figure that had entered the hall, and layed against him. In return he gave her a hug that sent warmth throughout her. She lifted her head to say something, but he would not allow her to.

"You'll wake them." he whispered. "Now cmon, that storm's horrible. We should tone it down a bit."

She nodded.

Fire rained from the sky to the rainclouds, smothering the drops before they fell. A chill ran down her spine as the last of the rain fell from the clouds overhead.

She hoped Mali would understand, but she wasn't holding her breath on it...

Rancour · Oct 23, 2005, 08:22 AM // 08:22

Crikey, did I get shot down there or what?

Gee, if you think I'm overpowered or " overselfish", as you call it, just say so. No need to be rude like that.

If I'm not welcome it would be sufficient just to tell me.

Want me to delete my post or let it stay?

BTW, thanks for the positive criticism Ownage. Sorry, didn't know it had to be fitted with "Guildwars realism". Oh well, I'm not in the story anyway. Might make the bio for you sometime though.

Storm Crow · Oct 23, 2005, 08:48 AM // 08:48

dont want it, dont care.

and just fyi, there is nor such this as 'costructive' or 'positive' critacism

all critacism is nagative...

Rancour · Oct 23, 2005, 11:29 AM // 11:29

I don't want to start a fight here, but it's only the common idea that "criticism" is bad. There are two things: positive criticism and negative criticism. There's not only negative criticism, even if the majority of people think so.

A variation of criticism is contructive critisicm which is informing the person you're criticising about what could be done better and what is good as it is.

Crit-i-cism: 1. The act, art, or principles of critisizing, esp. of criticizing litery or artistic work 2. a comment, review, article, etc.

That was from the dictionary.

Excamples

Positive criticism: "Wow, I really like that painting you made. I think it was great how you blended the colors together and really expressed what you felt."

Negative criticism: "Ha! That's a cliche, forgery! Nothing even worth looking at. Complete waste of time. The colors are bland and you have nothing to say."

Constructive criticism: "Hmm, I like it, but perhaps you should've made the character stand more out. You try pretty well with the colors, but perhaps shadows would work better?"

Notice the difference?

Anyway, I'm gonna stop this now. You have a good story going and I'm not gonna fill it with my posts. Just wanted to explain the criticism thing for you, so now I'm gonna leave this thread. Good luck with the story!

PS: I understand you don't want it, that sunk in pretty quick. I just wish you could've been a little nicer that's all.

ownage of teh elite · Oct 23, 2005, 08:28 PM // 20:28

We could use another writer, Lyndsay.

Besides, his description is pretty cool.

If he just adds a biography, and changes his weapons/armour a bit, we could get something going!

Anyways....

Criticism IS 1. The act of criticizing, especially adversely.
2. A critical comment or judgment.
3.
1. The practice of analyzing, classifying, interpreting, or evaluating literary or other artistic works.
2. A critical article or essay; a critique.
3. The investigation of the origin and history of literary documents; textual criticism.

Source: Dictionary.com

So yes, Rancour is right.

Storm Crow · Oct 23, 2005, 09:10 PM // 21:10

you dont see the logic in my thinking, and I wont try to explain it to you.

besides the fact that Sanj left the responsibility to me, and not you.

Platinum Agent · Oct 23, 2005, 09:19 PM // 21:19

Storm has a point, and I see the logic in her thinking, but maybe Ownage also has a point. Criticism really can be anything, but the way Storm thinks is that criticism is usually to evaluate and show bad points in the evaluated piece. At least, I think that's how Storm thinks...

Rancour · Oct 23, 2005, 09:36 PM // 21:36

Ok, most likely last post.

First of all, Storm Crow, I have nothing against you and I don't mean to get mad at you or anything of the like. Sorry if I sounded angry with you, cause I'm not. You have your opinion on weather or not I should join and it's completely your choice and I respect that.

Ownage I chose not to write a biography simply because I found that I like to do that through flashbacks in the actual RP. Could still write one for you though. Second, the weapon/armor thing was just how my character usually is. As a description, he sounds far stronger than he is. The thing is, I had not realized that the characters were supposed to be based out of Guildwars realism and I therefor thought that I could just use the normal, free-imagination discription I usually use for this character. It's not like I couldn't have altered him to fit into the Guildwars universe.

Platinum, you're probably right in that assumption. But that's how life is. We all have different opinions, no matter the subject.

Crikey, I keep on posting! You guys should go on with the story! Write guys! Write!

Aria · Oct 24, 2005, 02:46 AM // 02:46

Please excuse the interruption:

Hello everyone,

I wanted to just hop in quickly and ask everyone to please be curteous to one another. This forum is here not only for the regulars, but also for all the other users. A thread is a thread, and while it may seem like someone is intruding after months of having it to yourself, please also remember that Guru is a public resource, and meant to remain one. Let's be tolerant and helpful, and possibly make a few new friends along the way.

Otherwise, great writing, and keep it up! If you have any questions/concerns, feel free to PM me or another member of the staff.

Thank you

Aria

Platinum Agent · Oct 24, 2005, 04:04 AM // 04:04

Whew, when I saw that Aria posted, I was like "Holy crap, this argument got us locked!" Now I'm relieved.

ownage of teh elite · Oct 24, 2005, 07:21 AM // 07:21

Rain poured upon the Onyx Guild house. The air was musky and cold, since the doors were locked and the windows closed. The only warmth in the house was the few blankets, and hot meat, that Garria had recently brought home. The sisters each lay on their individual cot, but Alicia and Vanatiel huddled in a corner. Mali lay near Varda, breathing in and out, very slowly.

"He must be tired." came the faint whisper from Vantie.

Alicia nodded her head in agreement.

After all, Mali had traveled more than some would in three lifetimes. But that thought was quickly forgotten. Urgent matters were at hand.

"Alicia...I'm, I'm really sorry about...you know what." Vantie said, his head down.

"It's okay Vantie, it's okay" she murmured, looking at Mali.

"I don't want it to happen again."

"It won't Vantie."

"How would you know?"

"Your toxins disappeared."

"That doesn't mean a thing, my necromatic attributes can replenish the toxins in a matter of days. Next time, the bloodlust might be even stronger than before."

Vanatiel shivered, whether from the cold, or from his fright, he didn't know.

With no reply, Vanatiel continued.

"I know what happens to Necromancers who experience too much bloodlust. They lose control. Just like a werewolf, who loses it's conscience, when the transformation is complete. I...I don't want that to happen to me."

Vanatiel was afraid.

So very afraid.

Not only for his life...but for the lives of the ones he cared about.

It was like a splinter. The bloodlust was always there...just waiting for the moment, to turn Vanatiel even more evil...even more hauntingly necromatic..

...To plunge Vanatiel into another nightmare of pain, sadness, and torment."

Storm Crow · Oct 24, 2005, 10:26 PM // 22:26

Quote:

Originally Posted by Aria

Please excuse the interruption:

Hello everyone,

I wanted to just hop in quickly and ask everyone to please be curteous to one another. This forum is here not only for the regulars, but also for all the other users. A thread is a thread, and while it may seem like someone is intruding after months of having it to yourself, please also remember that Guru is a public resource, and meant to remain one. Let's be tolerant and helpful, and possibly make a few new friends along the way.

Otherwise, great writing, and keep it up! If you have any questions/concerns, feel free to PM me or another member of the staff.

Thank you

Aria

I'm sorry Aria, its just that so many people have posted here and either been very self centered, or never posted again. I figured this was the case again, and maybe got a little too arrogant.

I apologize to everyone.

Omega_2005 · Oct 24, 2005, 10:39 PM // 22:39

Quote:

Originally Posted by Storm Crow

I'm sorry Aria, its just that so many people have posted here and either been very self centered, or never posted again. I figured this was the case again, and maybe got a little too arrogant.

I apologize to everyone.

Hey, you're dowing brilliantly, and so is Ownage!

If I had a Reputation button, I'd give you some of it, as well as ownage! Keep the good storys coming!

Storm Crow · Oct 25, 2005, 10:36 PM // 22:36

As the rain pounded against the stone of the Hall, more and more people began drifting off to dreamland, but for some reason Mali could not.

He had woken up from the squeaking hinges of the doors, and couldn't get back to sleep. He walked toward his mother, trailing his blanket behind him, and snuggled beside her. She stroked his hair once and pulled a Deldrimorian Steel flute from a bag.

Softly she played a rainlike melody, keeping in tune with the splashes of the raindrops on the roof. Slowly the rain grew softer, as did the melody echoing from the walls of the Guild Hall...

Platinum Agent · Oct 28, 2005, 01:54 PM // 13:54

Wow, its been a while since anyone posted here...maybe I should give you guys some confidence with another one of my little stories, hehe.

The rain was falling hard. Rocks were falling off mountains from the rain's heavy erosion. But in the meantime, Plat was falling...off a cliff.

ownage of teh elite · Oct 29, 2005, 02:55 AM // 02:55

Busy with school.

5/7 days weekly.

2 days off.

This post states my 1st day of NO school

WOOT!

Platinum Agent · Oct 29, 2005, 03:40 AM // 03:40

Cool. Well, seeing that nobody isn't adding to the storyline presently, I think I'll worm my way into the storyline then soemhow get myself killed without meeting you guys

. Ah, nevermind. Here's another one of my little short stories:

"Damn, that hurt," Plat remarked, getting off of a rock at the bottom of a cliff. "Why the hell did he push me off? Why the hell did he push me off?" Plat reiterated this many times.

Ten hours later...

"Why the hell did he push me off? Why the hell did he pu-." Plat was cut off from an arrow in his chest, namely through his heart. "-sh me off?" Plat finished his sentence and began to stiffen. Finally, a few minutes later, he fell forward into a raging river, never to be seen again...

ownage of teh elite · Oct 29, 2005, 10:55 AM // 10:55

*Totally unrelated post to story*

"Oi I got a biggie one over here sonnie boy!" Cried out Vanatiel

Reeling in his fishing rod, Vanatiel bent over, and his muscles stiffened.

"Oi Oi Oi, Biggie this is!"

Vanatiel continued to pull the line in.

Suddenly, the hook emerged, caught in the collar of a man, who carried many scars, and wounds.

"Ooh! Big fish!" Vanatiel cried out in glee.

Pulling his catch in, Vanatiel looked down eagerly at the victim.

"Yummy!"

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