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| 1. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 7/19/2013 1:08:09 AM
(( As was mentioned at the beginning of this thread, This story is in no way sanctioned by the DM team, and it is likely that I risk my Vives born soul even contemplating such matters, but it is my fervent hope that this piece will be a spark of inspiration or at the very least discussion of an afterlife in the Vives universe. I highly suggest scrolling up and reading from the beginning as knowledge of the story so far is necessary to understand what is to come. I believe though that the treat ... |
| 2. | The Thundering Heart II
Posted by JoheJaxon on 5/21/2021 8:45:00 AM
Part the First: Speaking Truth to Power (Prelude)
Greylocke sat in his private chamber looking at the stars swish by.
Eratia was waiting for him in their secret place, but as much as he loved her. as much as he needed her, as much as she was everything to him...
...
He couldn't help but think that he was wasting the chance he had been given.
Wasting it all.
Did "eternity" mean anything if it was ... |
| 3. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 5/18/2007 10:35:40 AM
(( I'm not sure how many of you actually read these stories, or how many of you skim through them, or just click on them to change the blue to purple. In the end , however, I suppose I spend the time and energy it takes to write these pieces as much for myself as for those of you who DO actually read and enjoy them. This is a work of whimsy that has been rolling around in my head for a few months now, and I hope you enjoy it. Before I take you on this journey I must warn you that this piece is ... |
| 4. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 5/27/2007 1:10:19 PM
Part the second, The Remembering
Faziel descended the spiral staircase into the harem with a leering grin.
"Hello ladies," he rumbled from his chest as he reached the bottom stair, slapping a naked buttock with a large red hand. His black eyes scanned the enormous hall of scantily clad women and silken couches. It wouldn't be too difficult to find the old fool in this sea of beauty. Finally he spied a head of grey hair and grunted, his smile waning as ... |
| 5. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 6/20/2007 5:06:23 PM
Part the Third: The Suffering
Eratia knelt before the sapling and touched its leaves with a delicate, loving hand.
"How are you today my beautiful knight?" she spoke softly as she poured a small cup of his favorite wine into the soil around the roots. She related the happenings of her day to the small tree, as if she was talking to her closest, oldest friend. And, in a way, she was. Brief moments of her voice came to him as Deja Vu dreams, as ... |
| 6. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 6/26/2007 4:42:58 PM
Part the Fourth: The Waiting
" Now seeing number twelve thousand nine hundred and forty two, " an impossibly ancient looking fellow yelled into the small end of a large copper cone attached to a strange device that appeared to be made out of metal tubing and rolled across the old wooden floor boards on small wheels that flapped back and forth like a bats wings as it passed by. The paladin looked at the piece of paper the strange red machine had spat at him when he ... |
| 7. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 7/18/2007 5:22:57 PM
Part the Fifth: The Continuing
The ancient fellow peered over his spectacles at the ticket.
"Thirty five thousand one hundred and seventy seven," he said studiously as he nodded his head.
Rafferty raised a bushy eyebrow as the decrepit man kept his eyes on the ticket. There had been no way of knowing how long he had been in this strange "waiting room". There was no rising or setting of the sun, no waxing and waning of a moon, ... |
| 8. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 9/2/2007 4:16:20 PM
Part the Sixth: The Asking
The contraption rattled to a halt and the knight stepped from it looking mildly surprised that the corridor ended at all. Two burly dwarves stepped from alcoves on either side of a large oaken door and lifted the contraption turning it away from the portal. The ancient driver reached into his coat pocket procuring a pipe that looked so old it seemed the ironwood may have fossilized into stone in places. After setting the old fellow down one ... |
| 9. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 9/28/2007 4:48:30 PM
Part the Seventh: The Answering
The Elder sat studying the knight for a moment. How did one deliver such Vives shattering news to a man who had not only donned the religious apparel of the knighthood, but had lived it to the enth degree denying himself everything even the pleasures of a beautiful elven lass who loved him more than her,now, miserably long life? He took a deep breath as he raised an aged hand and concentrated on the book he would need. It appeared ... |
| 10. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 11/6/2007 10:01:55 PM
Part the Eighth: The Arming
The Elder gave the paladin a long, hard look.
"You are certain of this course of action Sir Knight?"
Rafferty nodded. Words were needless. His eyes blazed with determination.
The Elder nodded slowly.
"Very well then Sir Knight," he intoned, "As I have already warned you, the Grey is a dangerous place indeed. Entering it un armed, and sans armor would be belligerent ... |
| 11. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 12/19/2007 4:35:28 PM
Part the Ninth: The First Stepping
The burly dwarf stopped abruptly. He glared up at the elderly knight as he stumbled to a halt, barely missing his stocky guide.
"Keep yer mind on where ye be goin' an' ye'll not be havin' those troubles eh?" The dwarf growled gruffly.
The paladin simply nodded apologetically.
"I reckon it be a lot ta take in when yer first gettin' 'ere," the dwarfs glare softened slightly as he ... |
| 12. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 12/22/2007 4:41:32 PM
Part the Tenth: The Falling
...falling
He fell through a cloud of yellowed bits of paper and other debris reminiscent of the left overs of a thousand victory parades that someone not so "victorious" had to remove. The litter clung to the underside of his arms and legs as if trying in vain to hold him up, trying to rescue him from the impact that awaited him below. His heart lurched in his chest as his velocity increased. Was this the Grey? Was ... |
| 13. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 1/2/2008 5:03:41 PM
Part the Eleventh: The Meeting
For centuries the druids of Vives had made pilgrimages to the Standing Stones north of Port Royal to leave gifts, and pay homage to the force that was the source of the nature they fought daily to protect and nurture. For centuries that unknown force was perceived to show its pleasure at these gifts by "blessing" the area with a soft gentle rain. It had been this way for as far back as anyone could remember...
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| 14. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 2/7/2008 5:25:02 PM
Part the Twelfth: The Catching.
He looked across the barren plain his mind had made in the middle of nothingness. The beam of green light clawed at the sky like an accusatory finger, illuminating the yellowed bits of paper that fell slowly like aged snow in a desert. He smiled, his eyes twinkling in the green glow. It stood to reason that Eratia was behind the beacon that called to him. It was the anchor that held his new world fast, just as she was in the world he ... |
| 15. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 3/11/2008 5:10:30 PM
Part the Fourteenth: The Shouting.
The throng marched toward the shaft of green hope that winked at them through the paper snow, and the rain of still falling souls. The paladin led them, breaking his pace only to help a quivering comrade in his path to their feet from time to time, and telling them to follow for any answers they might seek. The tedium of a march had long been a thorn in his side in life. The constant slogging, the boredom. In death, however, there was ... |
| 16. | The Thundering Heart
Posted by JoheJaxon on 2/20/2008 9:18:59 PM
Part the Thirteenth: The Marching
He walked among the fallen souls a thoughtful look marring his wizened face.
So many...
How could there be so many? He had to admit to himself he had little grasp of just how many souls Vives had created over the thousands of years it had existed but... He looked to the horizon where their quivering forms stretched as far as the eye could see, helped to their shaky feet by those who had rested long enough to ... |
| 17. | End Game part III
Posted by JoheJaxon on 2/26/2008 6:20:33 PM
The black clad guyver gripped his blades tightly, his knuckles protruding from his fingerless gloves like boils ready to erupt. The faintly glowing mist that dissipated above his makeshift moat made it obvious he had precious little time to negotiate. He increased the pressure of his sword tips on the Dark Dreamer's back. He glared at the encroaching shadows menacingly as he responded to the Dark Dreamers veiled threat.
" You in a 'urry ta die then are ya?" he seethed ... |
| 18. | Something Old Something New
Posted by JoheJaxon on 7/23/2008 12:50:29 PM
" Why culdn' ya cum ta me?"
What if there was no light?
Nothing wrong, nothing right?
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side?
That you don't want me there in your life.
The words wafted through his mind like a supplicant alone in a quiet temple. He searched her face for answers even she seemed hard pressed to find.
She ... |
| 19. | End Game part II
Posted by JoheJaxon on 2/14/2008 9:50:47 AM
The doors to the temple groaned open at his tentative touch. The living shadows turned to the entrance as if they were a multitude of marionettes controlled by the same string. He lowered his head slowly in greeting, as each shadowy member of the dark congregation raised an arm and pointed to a door near the large raised dais at the front of the temple. He nodded again in understanding and walked deliberately toward the door taking the time to look into the red orb eyes in each of the nearby ... |
| 20. | End Game part I
Posted by JoheJaxon on 1/18/2008 3:20:05 PM
He had been making his stealthy way through the halls of Netharu for days step by painful footstep toward the temple where his fate would be decided. If it was the Dark Dreamers intention to have him arrive exhausted it would have worked if the journey were half as long. Johe had already made the trip from fear to terror to hysteria, insanity and back again many times. The few times he had entered the Netharu it had been with trusted friends of exceptional ability and power, and now he was ... |
| 21. | End Game (prelude)
Posted by JoheJaxon on 11/27/2007 5:11:32 PM
A shadow stirred near the cold embers in the fire place that sat gloomily in the guyver's bedroom. It gathered a few logs from the pile of wood that Zigzig had likely placed there weeks ago in anticipation of his masters return. The shadow placed the logs in the grate, the only sound in the room being the soft sizzle of the ash slipping to the stone floor. A whispered incantation later and the glow of the flames tore the shroud of shadow from him like a hungry street whore earning her supper. ... |
| 22. | Loose Ends
Posted by JoheJaxon on 10/4/2007 10:22:24 AM
A black clad halfling sat in the garden at the Seven Sisters looking rather out of place among the flowers and plants. He looked at the rippling surface of the small pond and heaved a small sigh. Ellea had spent a lot of time here during her recovery, and now she was gone. He found himself wondering where she might be. Wondering if all the efforts he had taken to avenge her... Wondering if all the blood he had drawn, and shed in her name had done anything to make her feel better. Ellea had been ... |
| 23. | Choosing the music or the dance
Posted by JoheJaxon on 9/4/2007 11:53:48 PM
My Dear Friend, Johe,
It has been a few days since last we spoke, and I do hope this letter finds you well. Much has happened in that time, and (Here the ink is smudged lightly before continuing) I would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience. There is someone I would like you to meet, someone I should have told you about previously, I see now. In truth, (The ink is smudged again) there is much I might say to you on the subject, but no explanation that ... |
| 24. | The battle no one saw (conclusion)
Posted by JoheJaxon on 7/13/2007 3:30:39 PM
Fresh warm bread that Missus Miggins made special for a price, but no price would have been too high. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep through his nose. A pleased hum escaped his throat as he exhaled.
Yes. This would do nicely.
He set to work peeling the dry leaves from the outside of the head of lettuce, and cutting the ripe tomatoes into thick slices. As he worked he thought back on that fateful night in the volcano of Naruth. He had realized something that ... |
| 25. | The Hangover Dialogue
Posted by JoheJaxon on 8/23/2007 10:05:05 PM
He bent his neck back over the porcelain groaning softly, trying to get some relief from the throbbing pain in his neck.
"Bluddy 'angovers," he murmured. It didn't look like there would be much guyvering done today. He found himself almost grudgingly thankful that the Shadow had cursed his store as he lay in the tub letting the warm water slowly soak away Doc McGillicutty's ale out of his system. A small frown tugged at his eyebrows. He needed to stop letting his emotions ... |
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