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Vandle's Tales
Posted: 19 Oct 2003 12:46 PM |
"Vandle...WAKE UP!"
Vandle sat up with a start, his head hurt and blood was streaming from a gaping wound. Everthing was fuzzy, his thoughts coming slowly.
"Vandle!"
Slowly the world came into focus, he was lying in filth in what appeared to be a sewer passage. He slowly turned to his left and was startled by what he saw, A man in his mid fifties with a spear shaft in his chest. The man's face was ashen, it was obvious his lifespan was not going to last much longer. The man was balding with his remainding hair cut close to his scalp, he wore chain mail but it hadn't stopped the brutal spear attack.
"Vandle.." The man grasped Vandle by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Vandle" The man said again, this time barely audible. " Don't...let..them...get you too..."
Vandle was looking into the Man's eyes when he expired, his hands falling limply from Vandle's shoulders. The pleading look in the Man's eyes would forever haunt him.
Vandle stood, ascessing the situation: He was unarmed and unarmored. He couldn't remember who he was nor where he was. In fact, He could only guess his name was Vandle.
Suddenly he heard the scittering of clawed feet and then he saw them, rodents of great size coming straight for him. Two of the beasts. Unarmed and unarmored Vandle took a fighters stance. The first beast leaped at him. Vandle caught the giant rat and snapped it's neck like dry kindling. However, as he was doing so the second beast sank it's teeth in Vandle's thigh. Vandle let out a roar of pain and kciked at the rat with all his strength. It's ribs cracked with a loud *SNAP!*. Vandle began limping towards the light he saw at the end of the passage. Vandle limped to the outside, and stopped cold in his tracks. The bustling city before him was a mystery, he could not remember this place. Vandle looked at his thigh, it was already becoming infected. He needed a healer, and fast. But he was a stranger in a strange land, he knew not where to go.
Vandle set out, out on his new found quest of discovery. |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 19 Oct 2003 12:47 PM |
"Vandle...my child...come home to me!"
Vandle awoke in a cold sheet of sweat, his pajamas sticking to him like honey. This dream was coming more and more often. And sometimes...when he was awake. Vandle stood up and began the arduous process of strapping on his plate mail.
"Vandle.."
Vandle strapped the last strap onto his thigh and reached for his scabbard.
"My child..."
He strapped the scabbard to his back. And looked affectionately at his greatsword propped up in the corner. He reached for the hilt...
"COME HOME TO ME!"
Vandle's vision became awash in fire and blood, he stood upon a mountain of corpses, his blade lashing out as if possesed of a higher power. Vandle shut his eyes as closed as they could go, he shook his head from side to side. He opened his eyes.
He was in his room, armor on, scabbard tied, with his hand on the hilt of his greatsword. Vandle felt a feeling he had not felt in the 26 years since he was a child: FEAR.
His nightmares were taking over his waking moments, if he did nothing they would consume him like a candle burnt at both ends. He tossed a coin to the innkeeper on his way out and started his search for a cure...a cure to his nightmares. |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 19 Oct 2003 01:13 PM |
| since he moved this i'll just say again I have a few ideas to run with this. |
You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.
~Robin Williams
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 22 Oct 2003 02:50 PM |
since he moved this i'll just say again I have a few ideas to run with this.
I can't wait to see what the future holds for Vandle! :) |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 23 Oct 2003 04:37 AM |
| Me either. :P |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 23 Oct 2003 05:32 AM |
| As I said before it was joined together: a great story and I'm looking forward to see the next installment :) |
Luther McIath: I see, so [X is] the right person in the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time.
[Fictrix] ... And can speak French, like both! Wait, I mean Elven. |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 23 Oct 2003 08:22 AM |
Hello,
As of story goes it is really intriguing and I am eager to hear more :), but...yes there is always a but.....it is to gore for me ...at least first part of it.
with regards,
Elvin |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 23 Oct 2003 09:06 AM |
| ((I gotta question...by 26 years since he was a child do you mean he's 26 or 44? I'm thinking the former, but that question just popped into my head :P)) |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 23 Oct 2003 09:12 AM |
| ((He's 27)) :) |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 23 Oct 2003 09:16 AM |
| ((Yeah....I meant that =P. Thanks, just wasn't sure about that. Making my PCs feel like Children, now. =P.)) |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 23 Oct 2003 06:36 PM |
| Thanks for the comments!Keep em comimg! |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 25 Oct 2003 11:00 AM |
Vandle was alone in the dark cavern, he knew not why he was there. He looked around him, corridors led in every direction. Suddenly a bright glow eminated from his greatsword. He unsheathed his blade and looked in amazement at his blade.
"Follow me and I shall show you the way" a voice in his head spoke.
Vandle looked at his blade in shock. How is it that this blade that has slain hundreds of foes can suddenly take on a life of it's own?
"Follow me"
Vandle shrugged, who was he to deny the wishes of a suddenly sentient blade?
For hours Vandle walked while the blade tugged at him around corners and through corridors. After what seemed ages Vandle was led to a gargantuan cavern with a natural bridge that went over a pit without end. Vandle carefully went to the edge and kicked over a stone into the darkness below, he watched it disappear from sight to never make a sound. Vandle waited for the tug of the blade, but it never came. It had led him here and now he was alone. Vandle looked at the bridge, it seemed solid enough. He set one foot on the bridge, testing it. He then began crossing it. As he came to the middle it happened.
FIRE! It was all around him, the massive cavern was awash in the hellish glow of the flames. Suddenly he was in the grasp of a great black hand that was easily larger than 5 horses. Higher and higher through the flames he rose untill he saw it. A massive demonic head, not in a thousond years could Vandle describe the pure mallice of it's features.
"Ahhh, Vandle, good of you to join me!" the fiend laughed mockingly.
"Who are you!? And what do you want of me!?" Vandle cried out.
The demon leaned close to Vandle, he could smell the noxious fumes of the beasts breath.
"You KNOW me Vandle! I am your Creator, your Maker, your...FATHER!"
The demon released Vandle, and as he fell through the fiery abyss his cries of "NOOO!" could still be heard.
Vandle awoke in his bed, his sheets soaked in sweat. He instinctively reached out for the one thing that gave him comfort.
And there, Vandle laid embracing his greatsword. |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 25 Oct 2003 11:23 AM |
| ((*applauds*)) |
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Re: Vandle's Tales
Posted: 14 Jan 2004 06:11 AM |
The world was awash in white, before him hung a splendid sword.
"Help me."
It was Fri'el's voice!
"Come to me."
Vandle didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Suddenly the image changed and he was before an altar, covered in debris and roots. The stench of death filled the air.
"Save me"
*Vandle awoke in his room at The Unicorn Inn, his sheets soaked with sweat* |
I'm The Cult of Personality. |
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Baker's Hell
Posted: 28 Apr 2004 09:30 AM |
BAKER'S HELL
Vandle sat there at the table, doing what he now spent his free moments doing: sorting through his pie recipes. Flour still clung to his long hair, giving him an aged appearance.
"Ahh, Divine Blueberry! I simply must try this one out! But blast, where shall I find bluebrries at this ho..."
Suddenly, the serene quiet was broken by a loud rapping at his chamber door. Vandle quickly tore off the apron he was wearing, brushed the flour out of his hair with his hands frantically, and hurried towards the door to answer it. He opened the door, but no one was there. He leaned out of the door and peered into the night. Nothing, all was quiet. The leaves of the trees rustled with the wind. The grass swayed gently in the breeze. The full silver moon shone it's light down upon the Springtime world as it had done for eons. Vandle shrugged and walked back inside, closing the door behind him.
"Oh well, must be farmer Gradvie's children playing tricks again" Vandle thought as he walked back to the table.
He picked up his apron from behind the chair where he had thrown it in his haste to avoid being seen in an embarrasing way. He tied it's straps in a double-loop as was his custom and reached his hand into the sack of flour to dust his table with the culinary powder. Suddenly, the knock returned, this time in a rhythmic fashion.
Vandle furrowed his brows "Blasted kids, well, if they want to play tricks, then a trick is what they will get!" He thought to himself. He grabbed the sack of flour and dashed for the door. He opened the door quickly and threw the contents of the sack out of the doorway.
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The demon blinked as the flour fell off of him, his red skin now a pale shade of pink thanks to the powder. Then he smiled the most malice-filled grin Vandle had ever seen as his skin erupted in flames, igniting the flour and sending acrid black smoke soaring into the air.
Vandle franticly looked around himself. Gone were the trees whose leaves had been softly dancing in the wind. Gone was the soft grass he had stood on only moments before. Gone was the silver moon that had bathed his home in it's loving light. He was now surrounded by only flame and death. Everywhere he turned, there was flame. Everywhere he looked, there were hundreds of different humanoid corpses in various states of decay. Elves, humans, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, orcs, goblins, and so on. All sorts. All dead.
And in this hellish scene, stood Vandle, in his blue pajamas with a flour coated apron tied to himself. Armed only with an empty sack of flour, Vandle turned to face the demonic master of this place.
"Tsk tsk tsk" the demon sounded as he shook his head at Vandle. "So this is what has become of the mighty warrior of Midoran? This is all that remains of the man who once wielded the sentient blade called Dancer?" The demon smiled broadly, displaying row upon row of dagger-like teeth. "All that remains is this...cook? A baker? You've traded in your greatsword that you once wielded so zealously for a rolling pin?" The demon began giggling , which became chuckling, which became a great cacophony of mocking laughter hitting Vandle like a torrent of hellish hail stones.
Vandle clenched his fists in fury. "Who are you! What do you want!"
The demon stopped laughing as suddenly as he began and fixed Vandle with a stare that could have burnt a hole into the side of a mountain. "I merely want to thank you! You've made our jobs SO much easier when you became complacent! To thank you for allowing that burning desire to fight evil wherever it stands to shrivel up and die within your baker's heart! Face it Vandle! You are a has been!" With that the demon began to fade with his laughter ringing in the air.
"dang you!" Vandle shouted as he began swinging furiously at the fading image of the demon. Suddenly, the floor opened up as if the very stone itself were attempting to swallow Vandle's soul. Vandle fell: downward spiral. Plummeting into an abyss of nothingness: downward spiral. Descending ever deeper into the depths of eternity: downward spiral...
"NOOOO!" Vandle awoke with a start, the sheets of his bed dripping wet with his sweat. He bolted upright. He was in his room at The Unicorn Inn, in his beloved Midor.
"It was merely a dream" he panted. "Nothing but another damnable dream!"
He let his head fall into his hands....he never noticed the flour fall from his hair...
((OOC Sorry about this, I had forgotten I had this thread going for my stories, I would like to ask that the other thread containing this story be deleted. Thank you.)) |
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