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The Thundering Heart
7/19/2013 1:08:09 AM
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| (( 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 ... |
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The Thundering Heart II
5/21/2021 8:45:00 AM
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<B>Part the First: Speaking Truth to Power (Prelude)</B>
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...
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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 going to end?
Who gave a rip about eternity if it would be spent ... |
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The Thundering Heart
5/18/2007 10:35:40 AM
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| (( 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 ... |
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The Thundering Heart
5/27/2007 1:10:19 PM
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| <B>Part the second, The Remembering </B>
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 he returned to the task at ... |
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The Thundering Heart
6/20/2007 5:06:23 PM
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| <B>Part the Third: The Suffering</B>
<i> 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 he watched the woman he would ... |
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The Thundering Heart
6/26/2007 4:42:58 PM
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| <B>Part the Fourth: The Waiting</B>
" 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 had appeared in ... |
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The Thundering Heart
7/18/2007 5:22:57 PM
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| <B>Part the Fifth: The Continuing</B>
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, and the fact that he was dead made it unnecessary ... |
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The Thundering Heart
9/2/2007 4:16:20 PM
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| <B>Part the Sixth: The Asking</B>
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 of the ... |
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The Thundering Heart
9/28/2007 4:48:30 PM
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| <B>Part the Seventh: The Answering</B>
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 <B>everything</B> 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 in his hand ... |
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The Thundering Heart
11/6/2007 10:01:55 PM
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| <B>Part the Eighth: The Arming </B>
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 suicide."
The old knight nodded slowly, quirking an expectant eyebrow ... |
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