Post by AngelicTragedy on Apr 14, 2008 19:53:03 GMT -5
Ok, here's the deal. I've had this plot line in mind for quite some time and I've actually got something good going here for a change. This short story will be done in two parts and then lead into a short RP. After said RP I will create a massive RP topic that will shatter the foundation of our happy little world. That being said I give you the first section of this story. Sorry for the shotty quality but it had to be dialoge heavy. The next part shall be an easier read and much better in the long run.
And So It Begins
A dusty clock rang out its dull song in the crowded study in which it rested. It was just turning midnight and most of the city was dead quiet while it rested for the Sunday that had just began, but the study light still shone on into the night. The two men that resided in the room cast long shadows along the walls, over the railing on wall, and into the circular room a floor down. The air was thick with tension as the two men hovered over the large oak desk that took up most of the wall next to the ledge of the round room. The younger man opened the book with his right hand and turned his gaze to the older man next to him. No words were exchanged but the old man knew that his guest wanted him to get to work. The old man sat heavily in a leather chair and put on his thick glasses.
“And you’re sure that you are willing to pay my fee for translating this book? This language hasn’t been used for a very long time and the translation won’t be cheap.” The old man stated as he took another look at his younger customer.
“I told you money was no object old man. Translate the book and then we’ll talk about how much you want.” Abatis said coldly as if the old man had just made a comment about his mother.
The elderly man smiled lightly as he began to work. He quickly pulled out pens, paper, books, and other tools of the trade. After four hours of constant work and a couple very strong pots of coffee, the translator stood up and removed his glasses. Abatis rose from the couch across the room and advanced towards the almost boastful old man. Before the translator could speak, Abatis grabbed the book and pushed it into the translator’s hands.
“Read what you’ve got, but keep the book open. Whatever happens you had better not stop reading or your fee will be waved.”
“If you insist son. I did find it odd that this entire book only had one passage of text in it but…”
“I don’t want your thoughts on the book. Just read.” Abatis snapped.
The translator grumbled a bit but he was not one to mess up a hefty paycheck. Grabbing his glasses again, the translator opened to the page of text and cleared his throat loudly.
Born of the savage race of the Has
The child’s tendencies evil and vile
Breed to feed upon the Sa
And rule over the ones who once were wild
His power great and his wrath unholy
His own kind they child did kill
His grand father’s power and his kinds fear
In this book then was he sealed
Now the power shall once more rise
His lust grows strong as the Sa cries
Now I called to you and command
From your prison you shall rise
A demonic red light burst from the pages of the book and washed over the room. The translator would have dropped the book but Abatis whipped his spear up to the man's throat in a silent threat of his life. Arcs of crimson lightning burst from the blackening pages of the book like a storm of biblical proportions. A mighty wind began to spin in the small study, whipping pages around and tossing them into the round room below. Finally, the storm of energy and fury from the book became too much and it leapt from the translators hands and landed below in the circular room. Just as quickly as the surge of energy had begun, it ended and the room was quiet.
“Is it over?!” the translator yelled.
“Get down there and check it out.” Abatis demanded softly of the old man.
“Are you crazy? No amount of money is worth this! You get your own damn book and get the hell out of here!!” the translator cried at the top of his lungs amid the nearly destroyed room he had once called home.
Abatis smiled softly as he placed a strong hand upon the translators shoulder, “I’m afraid that I’m not giving you a choice.” And with that, Abatis pushed the translator over the railing and into the smoking abyss, which was once the circular room.
All was quiet for what seemed like hours as Abatis hovered at the railing waiting for any sign of movement below. As much as Abatis wanted the power that the book held, he could not bring himself to enter the pit of hell that had been formed below. His blue-black hair still blew slightly from the wind emerging from the void the book had created though everything seemed to be still. Time passed as if it was in slow motion, the arid stench of sulfur filled the air. The wait for something to happen was unbearable for Abatis. He began over the rail when a hand shot out from behind him and grabbed his shoulder.
“I suppose you were looking for me. Well, here I am.” The figure said in a deep, soothing tone.
Abatis turned on a heel and faced the owner of the hand to find a tall man with demonic red eyes. The figures hair began the color of oil at the root and faded into a rich crimson as it worked its way out into a spiky mane. A sleeveless black robe flowed from neck to foot. A single symbol graced the back of the robe the man wore that was the same crimson color as his hair. A wicked smile formed on his face as Abatis recoiled from the man but was drawn in by the sheer presence of the man.
“Have a startled you? Good. I would thank you for having me released from that horrid tome but I have not desire to do so.” The man said his voice as smooth as silk.
“Hey, I brought you out of there so I am your master now! Your power belongs to me and I expect to be treated with respect by a lowly servant!” Abatis bellowed as he held his spear out towards the figure, ready to strike the mans heart if need be.
The man smiled softly as he grabbed the spear just below the head and shoved it into his own chest. He took a few powerful steps forward until Abatis’ hand was touching the mans chest. The man grabbed the spear from Abatis and finished pushing it threw himself to the sheer surprise of its owner. The man grabbed Abatis by the throat with an extremely powerful hand and lifted him far off the ground.
“You were saying?” the man asked with a smirk.
“What are you?!” Abatis choked out from under the vice grip of the demonic figure.
“I am an amalgamation of souls, both demonic and holy. I have absorbed the power of a million warriors and destroyed civilizations with a blink of an eye. I am the embodiment of wrath and power. But most importantly I am the last Aldra-Has in existence. You can call me Dravec, or master. It’s your choice.” Dravec whispered in Abatis’ ear.
The moment was tense; the air was thick with the aura Dravec held around him. Dravec dropped Abatis and the two exchanged looks. Abatis bowed a bit to the frightening might of the Has and accepted Dravec as a master for the moment. Once the chance arose, Abatis would backstab Dravec and take a better offer in the future. Abatis was a creature of opportunity and at the moment Dravec offered the best chance for power.
“As you wish Dravec. So, if you are as powerful as you say you are…What’s first on the agenda?”
“Simple Abatis. We eat.”
And So It Begins
A dusty clock rang out its dull song in the crowded study in which it rested. It was just turning midnight and most of the city was dead quiet while it rested for the Sunday that had just began, but the study light still shone on into the night. The two men that resided in the room cast long shadows along the walls, over the railing on wall, and into the circular room a floor down. The air was thick with tension as the two men hovered over the large oak desk that took up most of the wall next to the ledge of the round room. The younger man opened the book with his right hand and turned his gaze to the older man next to him. No words were exchanged but the old man knew that his guest wanted him to get to work. The old man sat heavily in a leather chair and put on his thick glasses.
“And you’re sure that you are willing to pay my fee for translating this book? This language hasn’t been used for a very long time and the translation won’t be cheap.” The old man stated as he took another look at his younger customer.
“I told you money was no object old man. Translate the book and then we’ll talk about how much you want.” Abatis said coldly as if the old man had just made a comment about his mother.
The elderly man smiled lightly as he began to work. He quickly pulled out pens, paper, books, and other tools of the trade. After four hours of constant work and a couple very strong pots of coffee, the translator stood up and removed his glasses. Abatis rose from the couch across the room and advanced towards the almost boastful old man. Before the translator could speak, Abatis grabbed the book and pushed it into the translator’s hands.
“Read what you’ve got, but keep the book open. Whatever happens you had better not stop reading or your fee will be waved.”
“If you insist son. I did find it odd that this entire book only had one passage of text in it but…”
“I don’t want your thoughts on the book. Just read.” Abatis snapped.
The translator grumbled a bit but he was not one to mess up a hefty paycheck. Grabbing his glasses again, the translator opened to the page of text and cleared his throat loudly.
Born of the savage race of the Has
The child’s tendencies evil and vile
Breed to feed upon the Sa
And rule over the ones who once were wild
His power great and his wrath unholy
His own kind they child did kill
His grand father’s power and his kinds fear
In this book then was he sealed
Now the power shall once more rise
His lust grows strong as the Sa cries
Now I called to you and command
From your prison you shall rise
A demonic red light burst from the pages of the book and washed over the room. The translator would have dropped the book but Abatis whipped his spear up to the man's throat in a silent threat of his life. Arcs of crimson lightning burst from the blackening pages of the book like a storm of biblical proportions. A mighty wind began to spin in the small study, whipping pages around and tossing them into the round room below. Finally, the storm of energy and fury from the book became too much and it leapt from the translators hands and landed below in the circular room. Just as quickly as the surge of energy had begun, it ended and the room was quiet.
“Is it over?!” the translator yelled.
“Get down there and check it out.” Abatis demanded softly of the old man.
“Are you crazy? No amount of money is worth this! You get your own damn book and get the hell out of here!!” the translator cried at the top of his lungs amid the nearly destroyed room he had once called home.
Abatis smiled softly as he placed a strong hand upon the translators shoulder, “I’m afraid that I’m not giving you a choice.” And with that, Abatis pushed the translator over the railing and into the smoking abyss, which was once the circular room.
All was quiet for what seemed like hours as Abatis hovered at the railing waiting for any sign of movement below. As much as Abatis wanted the power that the book held, he could not bring himself to enter the pit of hell that had been formed below. His blue-black hair still blew slightly from the wind emerging from the void the book had created though everything seemed to be still. Time passed as if it was in slow motion, the arid stench of sulfur filled the air. The wait for something to happen was unbearable for Abatis. He began over the rail when a hand shot out from behind him and grabbed his shoulder.
“I suppose you were looking for me. Well, here I am.” The figure said in a deep, soothing tone.
Abatis turned on a heel and faced the owner of the hand to find a tall man with demonic red eyes. The figures hair began the color of oil at the root and faded into a rich crimson as it worked its way out into a spiky mane. A sleeveless black robe flowed from neck to foot. A single symbol graced the back of the robe the man wore that was the same crimson color as his hair. A wicked smile formed on his face as Abatis recoiled from the man but was drawn in by the sheer presence of the man.
“Have a startled you? Good. I would thank you for having me released from that horrid tome but I have not desire to do so.” The man said his voice as smooth as silk.
“Hey, I brought you out of there so I am your master now! Your power belongs to me and I expect to be treated with respect by a lowly servant!” Abatis bellowed as he held his spear out towards the figure, ready to strike the mans heart if need be.
The man smiled softly as he grabbed the spear just below the head and shoved it into his own chest. He took a few powerful steps forward until Abatis’ hand was touching the mans chest. The man grabbed the spear from Abatis and finished pushing it threw himself to the sheer surprise of its owner. The man grabbed Abatis by the throat with an extremely powerful hand and lifted him far off the ground.
“You were saying?” the man asked with a smirk.
“What are you?!” Abatis choked out from under the vice grip of the demonic figure.
“I am an amalgamation of souls, both demonic and holy. I have absorbed the power of a million warriors and destroyed civilizations with a blink of an eye. I am the embodiment of wrath and power. But most importantly I am the last Aldra-Has in existence. You can call me Dravec, or master. It’s your choice.” Dravec whispered in Abatis’ ear.
The moment was tense; the air was thick with the aura Dravec held around him. Dravec dropped Abatis and the two exchanged looks. Abatis bowed a bit to the frightening might of the Has and accepted Dravec as a master for the moment. Once the chance arose, Abatis would backstab Dravec and take a better offer in the future. Abatis was a creature of opportunity and at the moment Dravec offered the best chance for power.
“As you wish Dravec. So, if you are as powerful as you say you are…What’s first on the agenda?”
“Simple Abatis. We eat.”