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TALES OF ABODDAN
Posted: 31 Jul 2006 03:51 PM |
"This is me story. 'Ow it al began fer me. Me name is Sam. Som call me Fat Sam, an afore ya ask.....ya I do knaw why."
Saints and sinna’s. Ya eitha one er tha otha. Tough ta walk tha line. One thing is fer sure, ya canna do it fereva’. Soona er lata’ ya fall ta one side. Once tha ‘appens yer decision is made. Me lot in life was made long ago. Comin’ from tha Halls a Breg just as all me outha cousins. Thas wher all me similarities with em ended. I wasn’t yer typical dwarf. I didna ave much hair fer a beard. Oh sure maybe compared ta humans it was a lot, but nah ta me cousins. Tha wern’ tha worst a it. I was a beanpole. Thas roight a skinny dwarf. Som thought I was a bleedin gnome. Imagine goin through like tha. Nah me mate. No way. I had ta git out an fast, so while they was learnin tha art a minin an smithin’, I was learn’n tha arts a pickin’ an plunderin’. Jus too lazy I spose. It didna take long afore I made my way ta tha Port. Every thug an thief knew tha was tha only place ta really make a name fer yerself. Ther was Mider. Only problem were tha dang Fireknives. They wer nah as open ta ‘avin crews start up ther. Now tha Port, they didna seem ta care as much.
Thes were tha days a tha "shift". Tha time jus afta a certain crew overthrew tha Masksand booted em outta tha Port tha first time. They was ta com' back but tha would be much lata an tha is whole notha story. All tha streets wer’ talking bout it. Tales about two hins an an orc tha were able ta do tha impossible. Sure they ‘ad ‘elp. A cleric by tha name a Gene. Som’ deada lova tha went by tha name a Phibrizzo. Even ruma tha Lady Friel ‘erself played a subtle role in it. It ain real important anyways, it was done. It was an opportunity fer hordes a scoundrels an wah nah ta make a name fer themselves. Believe me mate, lots tried.
Ya had tha Pierpont Rats. They kinda controlled waheva appened on tha docks. Taken bribes as dockin fees. So called protection fees ta make sure yer cargo wouldna git lost or stolen. Word was Cap'n Dandy was part a tha crew. Back then he only had one hook fer a hand. Ha! Ya funny eh?
Move away from tha docks an ya ran smack dab inta tha Five Percenters. They were a pure half orc crew. They were named tha because tha was sposed ta be tha percentage a orcs tha lived in tha Port at tha time. Tha runnin’ joke was that tha was ther name cus tha was as high as they could count so they settled on tha. They controlled tha prostituition back then. They wer led by a real ugly lookin half orc tha went by tha name a Sweet Lou. Trus me ther wen nuttin sweet about him.
Go near tha alley an ya ran inta tha turf a Tha Rum Junkies. I wouldna really call them a crew as they was more er less a bunch a drunks tha robbed whoeva they could an blow it all on drinks at tha Pearl. Eventually wah was left a thes blokes became a crew with a decent rep. Tha was much lata’ though when a fella by tha name a Porkpie Mystraider an his brotha’s came along.
Ya tha Port was different back then. Full a characters. Ya had tha Eel an his partna Itchy Rollins. Two a tha best card sharks ther eva was. They had a bit of a parting a tha ways. Itchy seemed ta take tha worse a it. Tha best gaffla's were Molo an Sai who robbed every jewelry shop in tha Port. They sposedly 'ad a fence by tha name a Gigglesnort. Ya tha Gigglesnort. C'mon ya didna always think he was jus an auctioneer did ya? Soapie Nimblefinga’s was busy runnin’n tha Outfit back then. Soap always had big goals. She and tha Outifit wer one a the first ta try an take control a tha Port back then. Tha ended with her run in with Naruth. Tha Silva Runna’s was around, always dockin in tha Port back then. An Always kickin up som’ dust with tha Five Percenters.
Bald rick? Well he was just tha same back then, only with a bit more hair and no turnip.
It didna matta then. Ther was no one ta control it all. Sure as hell tha Queen wasn’t bout ta do anything bout it. Little did we all knaw was that ha wheels ‘ad already been set in motion. A new group was forming. Tha deal ‘ad already been made. Tha plan was unfoldin. We jus didna has a clue. We thought it wer’ ‘eaven on earth.
It wer ta be tha beginning a 'ell for me.
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 01 Aug 2006 12:41 AM |
"This is me story. 'Ow it al began fer me. Me name is Sam. Som call me Fat Sam, an afore ya ask.....ya I do knaw why."
So wah makes a crew? Tha is tha real question. Any two bit Tom can gatha a few mates tagetha an call themselves a crew, but a real crew tha ain’. Nah mate, far from it. Ya see wah it takes is tha propa mixtua a skills an abilities. Take Sai Barris, Molo an Giggles. First off ya need ta has one a two a yer crew with tha propa pickin skills. Now im talking locks not pockets. Molo, may Swiftfoot bless him, was a masta a both. He shoulda been. He was taught by tha infamous Pickston Rickticks. Now Pick could rob ya blind and leave ya a thank ya note tied roun yer neck afore ya even new wah hit ya. So its safe ta say Molo was skilled. Now comes Sai. He wasn’t nah slouch himself when it came ta rippin an runnin. His real skill though was casin places an makin nice with tha would be victims. Tha lad had a flair fer it tha is fer sure. He had more class an manna’s then mos a tha nobles in tha Port. Hells, he was so dang propa they even treated him like one. Then came Giggles. Wah can ya say. Tha lad had som’ serious connections. He could move hot goods fasta then they was stolen. He was always away from tha real action though. Smart move. Look wher it got him. So ya see me point then eh? Skills an ablilities.
Shakes was always nervous. First time I laid eyes on him in tha Cutlass I thought he was bout ta mess his trousa’s. Mos Elves are graceful an calm. Nah Shakes. He was a walkin earthquake. Tha was until ya put a lock er a trap in front a him. Tha is when he showed tha touch of a artist. It was tha only time he didna twitch er shiva’.
We slowly became mates. Took som time on account a I neva really could understand Shakes tha much. He stuttered an sputtered so dang much I thought he was speakin elvish fer tha first few months I knew him. We ran little hustles an cons ‘ere an ther with otha crews tha needed som elp from time ta time sure. We even hooked up with a lad by tha name a Oliver Floman. He wern tha bad a skulk at all. He ran with us for a couple a months. It weren fer him though. He was always so damned preoccupied with pies. Steak an ale ones. Always mumbling bout makin tha perfect recipe. He eventually got left behind. He is still roun tha Port somwhers. I hear he finally got tha recipe he was workin so hard tag it. Jus ain fer everyone I guess.
By tha time our rep had gotten us a little notice. Tha is when tha Gurva brotha’s found us. Willy an Nate. Two real imposing figga’s. They had a rep fer being tough. Stories wer abound tha even tha Five Percenter’s didna mess with em. So ya can see ow it would be when they approached me an Shakes. I almos lost me eyes out me socket when I saw em comin ova to our table. Cripes poor Shakes was trembling so bad folks thought it wert ha music box nah workin agin. I gotta tell ya they was real convincin’. Join up with em or lose all our teeth. Wah wer we sposed ta do? I was all a on hunnerd an thirty pounds while Shakes could barely stand. I told em they drove a hard bargain an tha we decided ta join em. They laughed.
Which brings me ta me skill. Tha gift a gab. Now ya, ya I learned quite a bit bout traps too. I was self taught. Which is a rarity ya see. Nah tha one would be self taught but tha I still had all me finga’s which meant I was darn good. It was me talkin’ tha really was tha key. Everyone knew me. I had a great rep. Wan a laugh er two? Talk ta Sam. Need som advice? Talk ta Sam. Need som’ information? Talk ta Sam. So ya see wher Im comin from. We had our locksmith. We had our muscle. An we had our frontman. Tha makins of a great crew. We hit mainly tha docks. I would gatha all tha info on tha ships an ther cargo. Tha Gurva’s would handle any personal matta’s. Shakes would do wah Shakes did best. Pick tha locks. From time ta time we would use a street performa by tha name a Johanne. Fella could play any instrument ya put in front a him. If it wer able ta make a noise he could play it. He made our jobs easy. He was so good we ran daylight jobs. Johanne would play his music an distract everyone on tha docks even tha Rats. By tha time Johanne was don we wer able ta loot tha best a tha cargo an be off. Johanne even got ta keep his tips. Eventually he an tha crew parted ways. He had a dream bout open’n up a music shop. Gotta fallow them dreams.
We wer makin a pretty good amount a coin back then. Enough ta really has som fun. As with all fun though it runs out. So on tat ha next job. Bigga an betta. Tha was tha only way. Thas when I ova’eard it. Tha Rum Junkies had corna’d som bloke in Scrap Alley. Odd lookin fella. Said he worked fer someone unda tha Pearl in som' huge dockhouse. At tha time I had nah idea who he meant or wah tha ‘ell he was talkin’ bout. Unda tha Pearl? Ther was jus a basement nah? I couldna been more wrong. So in orda ta nah git his arse whooped he commenced tellin’ tha Rum Junkies bout this place. He called it tha Unnacity. A whole thrivin marketplace. Nah jus tha mind ya. It was complete with its own docks. Now if yer talking docks then yer talking cargo. Talkin cargo then yer talkin’ things a value. Needless ta say tha got me mind workin. Course tha all depended on ifn this fella was telling tha truth. Sadly fer him tha Rum Junkies didna believe a word a it. They gutted tha poor bastard an took his gold. Big mistake fer them. Two weeks lata all but two a tha Junkies was murda’d. Tha two tha lived gave tha description of a thin fella with skin a pale white. Talked with a bit of a hiss. His name was Mortifer. Thas all Ill say bout him.
So now ta this Unnacity. I poked aroun’ a bit an found out tha fella wer telling tha truth. Ther was an Unnacity. With a marketplace an docks. Also kept hearin bout an Isle. A special Isle. Called tha Isle a Nethru. Who cared bout tha Isle roight? All tha matta’d was tha we had our next target. An it was virgin territory. We wer gonna be livin like kings.
How wrong I was………..
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 05 Aug 2006 10:46 PM |
"This is me story. 'Ow it al began fer me. Me name is Sam. Som call me Fat Sam, an afore ya ask.....ya I do knaw why."
They jus stared at me. Nah even blinkin. Nate an Big Willy looked at each otha. Shakes was…..well Shakes was twitchin. Nothin new ther. I looked at em and remained silent.
“Well? Wah ya think?” I said.
Nate looked at me then ta his steak he had on hid plate. Big Willy was tha first ta speak.
“So ya think this is solid right Sam?” he asked.
“It is golden Willy. Im tellin’ ya. Its virgin territory. Nah one has even laid a finga on any a tha ships in tha docks. I has nah clue why but tha is tha way it is.” I reiterated.
I finished off tha small bowl a soup I had in front of me while they discussed tha validity of tha story I told em.. Jus wasn’ a big eata. Neva was. I ate maybe one meal a day if tha. A gnome by tha name a Drugo in tha Buck called it a fast metabolisa er sumtin. Waheva. Shakes sipped on his coffee. While tha Gurva’s talked back and forth.
“Right Sam. Les say we believe yer information. What next mate? How so we get ta this Undercity?” Big Willy asked.
I smiled. As I did I reached inta me pocket an pulled out a key.
“I gots tha key roight ‘ere mate!” I said.
Tha two brotha’s gave a grin. Shakes twitched again. I explained wher I got tha key an tha tha was nah all ya needed tag it inta tha Unnacity. Ya needed tha password. I jus happend ta git it from a one a tha Five Percenter’s girls. She had been showin her love ta one a tha Silva Runna’s an he happened ta mention it once er twice ta her. Candy was always sweet on me. She like me jokes. She had heard tha I was poking roun lookin fer info on tha Unnercity. Bless her heart she gave me tha info fer free.
So we had tha way in. Next step was casin tha area. Now normally tha shouldn’t be a problem, but ya see this ‘ere was a special job. Non a us had eva been ther afore. We had nah idea wah ta expect. Hell. Did they ave security ther? Was it a special invitation ta sell an buy yer wares ther? Lots a questions little fer answers. Thas wer I came in. It wer me job ta get all a them answers.
So off I went. It wern as hard as I thought. See I just walked ta tha door tat ha basement. Now ‘eres tha tricky part. Ya has ta knaw tha password, which a course I knew. So I spoke it and….”BANG” tha door opens up! I walked passed a surly lookin dwarf who just snorted and chugged his ale while I went inta som odd lookin contraption tha took me down.
It wer amazing. A huge underground cavern. Complete with a marketplace an docks. Nah ta mention all them ships tha was ther. Ova fifty at least. All ripe fer tha pickin! As I was stepping off tha last step I tripped on somethin.
“Oi watch wer ya goin ya ponce!” came a voice from in front of me.
I squinted a bit an all of a sudden this young looking half elf lass jus happened ta appear outta nowheres. She couldna been more than thirty ears a age. Though im a terrible jdge when it comes ta guessin how old elven are. I mean c’mon…they live ta like thousans a years old! Fer all I knew she wer an old maid!
“Who tha ell are ya?” I asked politely.
She primped her ravdn black hair and smiled.
“Names Marrya mate. How day a do?” She said with a smirk.
“Fine….eh….ya com here often?” I asked.
“Nah….jus following you mate!” she said.
Now I didna wanna make a seen so I jus made clear ta her ta act natural an kep her mouth shut. Wha did I care anyways….I prolly was neva gon see this wee scamp eva again. So ther she was tailin me like she wer me kid er sumthin. It didna matta. Folks down ther seemed ta keep ta ther business. No one really talked loud eitha. They jus sorta whispered an exchaneged ther goods. Now on tha ships. Ya wouldna believe it. Nah one guard ther. I jus couldna figga it out. Not a single one. Only thing was ther was this one old storage house tha was located far ta tha side. Didna wanna go in ther. I jus had a bad feelin bout it. Tha whole time I was down ther Marrya jus looked around all wide eyed. She couldna believe wah she was seein eitha. Imagine this place woight unda our noses tha whole time.
“C’mon kid! Les git outta ‘ere.” I said ta her when I was don doin me lookabout.
She complied and followed me up the stairs. When we made it out of the Pearl I looked at Marrya and told her nah ta tell anyone bout this. I warned her tha it could lead her ta trouble. This kid looked like she had a bright future. No sense in draggin her down inta my line a work. I quickly scooted her off and heard her call me a few names as she walked off. Crazy kid.
When I went back ta meet me crew they went back tat ha whole starin bit. Finally Big Willy agreed tha this Unnercity was ta be our next hit. An ta me shock he wanted ta do it the very next day.
This wer ta be tha last night I was ta spend in tha Port fer seven years. |
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 13 Aug 2006 08:34 PM |
"This is me story. 'Ow it al began fer me. Me name is Sam. Som call me Fat Sam, an afore ya ask.....ya I do knaw why."
Now this is tha part a tha story tha sposed ta deal with tha whole Unnercity dock job roight? Ya I thought sa. Now ya gots ta look at it from me point a view. Im a top rate skulk. One a tha best. I ain’ sprainin’ me lips tootin’ me horn here eitha’. Im good. Chances are I overheard a conversation er pilfed a coin er two from ya at one point in me life. Ya was non’ tha wiser nietha’. So keeping tha in mind, telling ya ‘ow tha whole Unnercity job went down is a bit like braggin bout tha fact tha ya is a complete twit an ponce.
So ta speed things up ill give ya tha condensed version. One day Ill tell ya tha whole tale. I promise. Even tha part bout Louie. In short we was caught by Mista Mortifer. See those are his docks. Them ships are unner his protection. A course we had knaw idea. Had I had tha salt ta jus even peep in tha shanty of a house on them docks I moight has had a clue. I didna though. So now back ta tha job. Tha quick version cus I danna like ta dwell on it.
Basically we made it all tha way tat ha ships. We had posed as merchants. Wealthy ones. We had enough coin ta look like it. Easy peasy. We had our sacks full a tha finest gems, clothing, weapons an arma’ ya had eva laid eyes on. Som’ a tha stuffs wer’ made a stuffs I ain eva seen in me life. Loaded beyond capacity we was. Shakes could barely walk. Nate kept looking across tha docks. Nuttin. Nah a thing was movin’. He kept saying it jus didna make any sense. It wer’ ta good ta be true I kept thinkin’. I was roight.
Now comes tha part tha I ‘ates. He was like a bleedin shadah. Moved like tha wind. Afore I even drew a blade Big Willy was layin on tha ground unconscious. Nate took two swipes at ‘im an was lyin’ on tha ground next ta Willy. Shakes had already dumped ‘alf his loot an was makin’ a bee line ta tha stairs. It all ‘appened sa dang fast. Tha Garva brothers wer’ down an out afore I even saw ‘im. When I dids I danna amemba if I even took a stab at ‘im. For all I knaw I jus’ stared inta his black eyes. I mean black. Darka then coal. They looked roight through ya. His face ‘ad a small frown on it. It neva changed while he was wieldin’ them blades a his. He was bloody fluid! As if he wer’ dancin’. Dresssed all in black. Tha buckles on his amra’ looked like they was made outta bone. Im nah expert, but I thought tha wern’ a good sign. I did me bes’ Vandle impression. Tha meant I lasted ‘bout two minutes afore I was down. His blade did somthin ta me. Ya sure it sliced me good, but it was like I grabbed onta a lightnin’ bolt. Everthin’ in me view started ta shrink till all I saw wer blackness.
When I came ta, I had a headache like ya couldna believe. Felt like I had put down twenny Mind Flaya’s! I was lyin on a table all bandaged up. Me mates was all ther’ too. Each of em on a table. All of ‘em bandaged up. Guess Shakes didna fair any betta then tha rest a us. He wer’ ther too. Tha Gurva brothers wer’ already talking bout wah ‘append an wher we all was. Afore I could put me two coins a thought in I ‘eard his voice. It wer’ like a snakes hiss. Only deepa’.
“What happened to you gentlemen and where you are are not of import. What is, is where you are going.” He said.
“You have made a grave mistake my friends. One that you will regret for a long…..long….long….time. Now we must hurry. Your wounds have been tended to. Listen to every word I say because if you don’t I assure you gentlemen you will be floating face down in the harbor.” He hissed as he opened the large doors to his abode.
Had I knawn wher we was goin’, I woulda chosen face down in tha harba’. Im sure we all woulda. |
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 14 Aug 2006 03:01 PM |
One goes in….ones goes in….
living a life of dreadful sin….
Life of right….life of might…..
much to the Sugar Man’s delight….
Keep on hoping…..keep on dreaming…..
all the while his soul your feeding…
Hearts grow cold…..minds grow weak….
for its escape that you seek….
There is no night…… no blessed dawn…..
when one enters the Dungeons of Aboddan.
Palfrey the Timid
Inmate 666XEF12
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 21 Aug 2006 01:26 AM |
"This is me story. 'Ow it al began fer me. Me name is Sam. Som call me Fat Sam, an afore ya ask.....ya I do knaw why."
Tha journey ta Aboddan is a trip filled with peril an death. Now im gonna describe ta ya tha journey ta git ther. First a word a warn'n. Ya danna unnsertan wah yer doin’ when ya go down ther’. Hopefully afta this tale ya will. Though I still think ya twit mages will go down ther’ testin’ yer spells an feelin’ like ya can turn wata inta Merum’s finest.
Now ‘ere is little background fer som’ a ya tha’ still thinks ya need ta go. See tha Nethra’u is a realm of Lord Nu’men. Lord a ‘ell. Rula’ a tha House down ther’. Few knaw tha history a ‘im. Even fewa has eva seen im. I knaw wah yer thinkin’, why the ‘ell was tha Port built on such a place. Well is a long story, an believe it er nah, ther was good reason.
Throughout his realm are his sa called pets. Fer tha longest time I always wonnered why he let folks run aroun’ down ther without gittin pissed. Well I found out why. See thes’ sa called pets are jus’ his way of testin’ stuff outs. He puts out his new creations an then som’ sa called adventuera’s go down ther an dos Lord Nu’men tha fava a testing em all outs. Depend’n on ‘ow they fare in combat he tweaks his pets ta become stronga’ an meana. Then he puts em back out ther fer ya ta test agin. Once he’s ‘appy with em he pops em inta Aboddan ta run tha wards. Thes’ are tha real nasties. Im talkin’ tha Infernal’s, Red Creepa’s, Umbral Demons, Devil Wights an all sorts a creatua’s tha I ain neva knew existed.
Tha more tha go down ther tha more yer 'elpin Lord nu'men. All thos’ good intentions ya has a goin’ down ther an killin off som’ demonspawn com’s back at ya all twisted. Kinda like ‘ow Lord Nu’men wears tha golden Aristi arma’. Good ‘elps evil. Even when ya danna think sa.
Sa on behalf a Nu’men id like ta say thank ya. Now on behalf a all them poor sods tha be sufferin’ in Aboddan, id like ta say piss off! Yer makin thins worse! Thas wah is all about see. Lord Nu’men is a crafty one. He sa loves us all. Loves our pride, our arragance, an our hope. All thos thin’s aid him. Who woulda thought. Sa think about that ha nes’ time ya tempted ta romp about down ther’.
Which brings us ta 'ow we git ther in tha first place.....
Her name is Alzerath. She gives ya a warnin’. Ya bes’ heed it.
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 21 Aug 2006 02:06 AM |
"Hell is none other but a soundless pit, Where no one beam of comfort peeps in it. No ray of hope. No shimmer of tomorrow.
Blackness."
Szzark the Burning
Inmate 666XCG58
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Posted: 08 Nov 2006 11:22 PM |
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 08 Nov 2006 11:23 PM |
"This is me story. 'Ow it al began fer me. Me name is Sam. Som call me Fat Sam, an afore ya ask.....ya I do knaw why."
............the smell a herbs. Fresh herbs. My eyes couldnt open. Nah sure I wanted em ta. Thar was nothin but silence. I mean nothin. I could 'ear me 'eart beating like it was a bass drum in one a them gnomish marchin' bands! My breathing was raspy. Trust me I could 'ear it! I tried ta speak but I couldna. I was layin on somthin...musta been a table...but...it just was a bit rough. Just enough fer me ta nah be comfertable ya knaw? There was somethin in me mouth. Something slimy and swollen. I could feel a mask coverin me face and something clamped over me eyes. All I had was me 'earin and me sense a smell. Danna be knowin why....all I could think about at that moment was tha plate a food I had in fromt a me face that night at tha Mask when we was discussin tha Unnercity job. Bah! Figga's I was finally hungry.
I had nah idea wher me mates wer' an ta be hones', at tha moment I wasn' really worried bout em. I was more concerned bout meself. Concern like wher was I.....wher was tha Mortifer? An wah tha bloody 'ell is is me mouth.! It was like this for a long time. Lost all knowin a time while I was there. No reason ta be interested I guess. Nah like I was goin anywher or was gonna be late fer tha matta. Guess when ya know tha time.....ya kinda expect somthin ta end.
I was thinkin bout tha Port. Tha we kid Marrya. Tha way Merums ale would go down so darn smooth. It wer then tha I felt it in me ear. It was a breath of air. Like someone breathin on ya. Kinda like when Candy has had too many ta drink an she would lean in nice and close and make sure ya felt tha breath on yer ear. Only difference was this breath wern warm. Nah it wer cold. Nah ice cold but jus enough ta make me flinch away.
"WHOS THAR?!?!" I tried to yell out. Nothing came out.
Nah response. Jus silence. I strained ta 'ear somthin. Nah a blasted thing.
I jus couldna make out who or wah was in tha room with me. It wer a feeling tha stayed with me. Jus thinkin somethin or somthin was watchin me. Whaeva it wer it could be jus a few feet from me an I wouldna even knaw. I couldn tell ya how much time passed. Thoughts tha fill yer head ta keep ya occupied are almost insane sometimes. I was thinkin bout Berens an how he looks an sounds like such a bloody fool yellin an screamin every friggen day! It wer like tha until I felt tha breath again. This time I could smell it too....it wer breathin right on me nose. The smell wer tha feces. A whole bucket load! I cringed and gagged. Then I 'eard a laugh. Kinda like a small child giggling in tha corner of a temple when they knaw they should be quiet.
"WHOS THAR!!?! WHO ARE YE!!!? SAY SOMETHIN!!!!" I tried to say....nothing came out.
"Welcome.......welcome ...home..... we have been waiting so....sooo long....we love you we do.....love....." the voice gurgled in ecstacy. |
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Re: TALES OF ABBODAN
Posted: 13 Jan 2007 01:21 AM |
In these halls there is no beginning.
In these halls there is no end.
There is no GoOd.
There is no EvIl.
There is but repetition.
The walls are lined with the skins of thousands upon thousands of the suffering.
The eyes and tongues of the imprisoned form the paths of the massive prison.
Cries fall on deaf ears here.
Tears do not flow.
Pain and suffering are the churches here.
There is no penance.
There is no act of contrition.
The gospels are of torment and anguish.
You recieve no food. No water. No bed. No sun. No moon. No wind. No earth.
You only get one thing here.
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