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Post by kinslayer on Jul 22, 2015 19:34:56 GMT -8
A place for my chronicles
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Post by kinslayer on Jul 22, 2015 19:35:27 GMT -8
“Throm’ka, I am Turok Sezolath Kinslayer, Son of Krag’ash Sezolath the Merciless, Defender of the Illionass people, The Betrayer, and I am weak.
Today is the memorial of Jormandur Kril and Alexia Frow. I will remember Jormandur as he lived, a stronger man than I, fearless to the war cries of the blackspire hordes. I will remember Alexia as she lived, battle cries as bone chilling as a banshee’s. I may have ended your trip to the Oshu’gun, but you will live on forever in my memories. Lok'Tar Ogar battle brothers. Aka'magosh, your teachings will stay with me forever.
Sun-Wu has taken to calling himself my pupil. I wonder why one with such power as him would want a teacher as weak I. His old teacher seemed to be unhappy with these new circumstances and challenged me to combat for his pupil back. I remember when I started adventuring that’s all I did, fight, win, repeat. The others told me that wasn’t how they solved their problems in Illionass, I liked the change of pace. Maybe Sun-Wu’s teacher just never got the message that we are fighting dagdeoth. Not eachother. Children should not be allowed onto the fields of battle.
My chest has been hurting more and more, now I know the pain Jormandur and Alexia felt before I struck them down with the blade. The wraith that dealt me this blow only reminding me of the one that corrupted my mind making me feel ok with destroying the souls of those I was closest to. I should have died fighting that creature black with death. I am weak. I am a dae’mon. I am The Betrayer. Forgive me.
No Lok'amon for me still. The orcs fear me. The humans respect me, but also find my looks and mannerisms terrifying. If I was stronger of will this would be no issue. I am destined to die Lak’tuk and alone.
My hands are hurting more and more as the days pass, shooting along my scars. Reminders that I am weak of mind and body. I remember the faces of the two priests who did this to me, calm, collected and disappointed in me. This is the fate I deserve. The cell I was kept it was large enough that I could lay down if I bent in the middle, but the pools of my blood that I would have to lie in would keep me awake.
I am Turok Sezolath Kinslayer, Son of Krag’ash Sezolath the Merciless, Defender of the Illionass people, The Betrayer, and I am weak. Lok’Tar.”
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Post by kinslayer on Sept 8, 2015 15:07:47 GMT -8
POSTED WITH THE REST OF THE CHRONICLES OF YOHANESBURGH
“Ramblings of a Kinslayer, Rambling 342,
We walked north, following the tracks of a division of Dagdean troops. I stayed to the back with Sun-Wu, watching the others talking and walking together. Sun-Wu attempted to start a conversation with me. I barked at him to shut up. I regretted that almost instantly, but he needed to be reminded that I was in charge. He seemed to take my remark lighter than usual. He could tell being around this many people was making me uneasy. We continued in silence for another hour before people in the front said they saw movement. The party grouped up knowing that the amazon of our group would help us band together. Soon after the Dagdeans were upon us. I cleaved through many orks and trolls easily, wielding the magebane sword Sun-Wu has been letting me use. We made short work of the group. There was one troll that almost sparked something in me, deep inside of me. There are dark things I feel lurking in the shadows of my mind, urges to kill those as they talk to me. To chase them down and watch as they run in terror as I enjoy the hunt. Sun-Wu seemed to have noticed the change in my attitude and we walked far behind the rest of the group. We walked in silence as it should be. The only speaking was when I asked if he wished to continue to help at Browen or leave soon after we arrive. He felt like continuing with the group whichever path they chose. I agreed and we continued in silence the rest of the way. After we arrived at Browen and Sun-Wu and I caught up with the rest of the party we overheard discussion of what to do next. Some wanted to return to town, some wanted to go to Randuin and help with the issues there. Sun-Wu felt like going with the Randuin group so that is what we decided to do. It would be nice to return to a familiar city. The group wished to be turned into birds and fly there like that. I could not do that and continue holding onto the magebane sword, thankfully Morgan shared his ability of flight with me and we flew together while the rest of the group flew as birds. We arrived in Randuin shortly after. I should not have gone to the city. As I walked I could sense heads turning, I heard whispers of “Hero.” I took Sun-Wu to my favorite inn inside of the city. It’s the part of the city that when someone recognizes you they leave you alone about it. Only the innkeeper made a scene about how long it had been. A glare from both Sun-Wu and I stopped that though. Soon we were served, quickly we finished and left. The innkeeper is a good man. He mentioned to me that there was a pair of elder goddess followers that had gone missing inside of the city. Sun-Wu seemed interested and I was willing to accompany him on the investigation. We met up with the rest of the original party and they had also heard about the missing pair. The party decided that we should look for them. We left to go find them shortly after. Quickly into our investigation I found tracks and after some investigation work from the party we learned that the two followers that had gone missing were likely romantically involved. I hid my uneasiness from the rest of the group and continued looking for information on where they could have gone. As we were getting close to where we thought that the two could have gone sounds of a seer attack became heard. The party quickly pushed people into groups: those who were strong and could kill seers and those who were weak and should deal with the smaller things that follow the seers. Sun-Wu and I were split into different groups. I was weak. He was strong. I handed him back the magebane sword as he left with his group. I took the rest of the party to safety. On the way back to the inn as I waited for Sun-Wu to return a street urchin tried to beg for money. It rushed at me grabbing at my clothes. I restrained the urge to kill the boy and pushed him aside and tossed a gold at his feet. I told him to make something of himself so the next time I come to Randuin I would be impressed. The boy accepted the money and order and scurried off. I will return and check on him next month. I continued towards the inn with no further interruptions. In the inn that’s where I began to feel” (The rest is torn off of the page)
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Post by kinslayer on Apr 11, 2018 14:30:34 GMT -8
Not common knowledge (Just wrote this to procrastinate from doing homework) House Arrest
Day 1 I awake feeling achy and tired. A large black stain on my bed which came from my chest. I sit up and remove the bandages slowly. A movement in the corner of my room puts me on high alert. The curtains move slightly in the morning breeze. I walk over to them and close the window. I look down onto the brutal landscape that is Mithil Ulienen. Large towers looming over the city watching the prey below. They cannot see me from my room. This is good. I move to one of the tables in my room and begin to dress my wound again. I am halfway done dressing it when a sound behind me makes me turn. Grathsin is behind me and he rubs my neck. When did he get up from the bed? Did I wake him? How did I not hear him come to me? He said something to me I could not understand though the language I knew. Something he has said before. I shake my head and look at him. There is a stain on his shirt from my blood. I paw at it with my hand and he looks at me concerned and says another thing I cannot understand. I shake my head again and he looks into my eyes and repeats himself “Are you feeling alright?” I attempt an answer, but I cannot remember how to speak, instead I growl softly and shake my head again. He sits beside me and begins to dress my wound himself as I sit there and think. Soon the words form in my mouth that had been in my head “How long was I out for?” Grathsin’s expression lightens slightly as he hears my voice and replies “6 and a half days of wolf and 1 whole day of sleeping.” I asked him to recount for me what had happened in the days while I was gone and he began speaking to me softly about what had transpired. I could not understand the words he spoke, but to not alarm him I nodded as he spoke and tried to remember who I hunted while I was WERE. Grathsin was soon finished dressing my wound and he stopped talking. I nodded and smiled at him weakly. He asked me something and looked concerned again. I could not understand him. He repeated what he asked “Can you understand me? What’s wrong?” I could understand the words this time so I nodded and attempted to respond. Instead I growled at him. He was not happy with that response and asked me something. I still could not understand the words to the language I knew so well before. I heard a sound from the door and looked there to see Grathsin entering with an old orc. I looked back to where he was standing a moment ago, but he was not there. The light in the room had changed and it felt much later that before, though it felt like no time had passed at all. A similar feeling to when I saw Dagdean priests during my stay there. Grathsin looked at me with concern again and told me something reassuringly. I did not trust this new orc and his scent was of unknown plants. I got down low and growled at him threateningly. I could smell his fear suddenly, which made me feel less threatened by him. Grathsin approached me and asked me something I had heard him ask before “What’s wrong?” I raised a paw at the newcomer growling. Grathsin bent down and put a hand on my shoulder and talked softly to me. I could not understand his words, but his tone reassured me. He gestured for the orc to come closer and he did hesitantly. Grathsin said something to the orc who then started pacing around us. Grathsin kept his hand on my shoulder and spoke softly to me during the pacing. I attempted to understand the words he was speaking, but I could not. I turned my attention to the orc who was focusing on something and talking to himself. He seemed unthreatening and still reeked of fear. I turned back to Grathsin and tried to ask him what this orc was doing here. “What?” is what I said instead. Grathsin responded, but again I could not understand him. After for what seemed like an eternity the orc finished casting a spell on me and Grathsin’s words became clear to me. He was telling me a story that his father had told him in Teriock. I looked around at my room and everything became much clearer. It was a mess. I turned to Grathsin and asked him “What happened?” He smiled at me and responded “Your mind was still a wolf’s. Hazek was giving you some clarity.” I looked at the orc who I now recognized as one of the shamans from Sezolath. I thanked him and told him to leave and not speak of this to anyone, which he agreed to and left quickly, though he no longer smelled of fear.
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Post by kinslayer on Apr 12, 2018 20:32:47 GMT -8
Also not common knowledge
Day 4 I don’t remember waking or what I did after. I became aware in my bedroom while sitting on the floor. Much like yesterday, Hazek was in front of me having just finished a cure mental illness elder sorcery on me. Grathsin was beside me speaking softly into my ear. “Are you alright?” he asked. “I am myself once again. You may leave Hazek.” I replied. Hazek quickly exited the room after nodding to both myself and Grathsin. Yesterday was still a blur I remembered some of it, but only through a pinhole. Watching myself react to the world and even though I was holding my puppet strings I was not the master. No matter how hard I would pull, my body and mind would not react. I was trapped inside of myself. A slave to my own primal urges. I thank Hircine and Kulz’Jar for my gifts, but I feel a need to apologize to those around me for them as well. The cure mental illnesses of Hazek lasted most of the day, but I found myself lost again in the hallways of my home. Dark stone looming overhead with vicious spikes along the walls. Built by Darkspikes long ago then stolen by the people of Dsesnor. They tried to change it to fit their own image, but the Darkspike’s crafters made sure it was built strong and to last. There is a grim presence that still lingers in the halls of this home and it made my hair stand on end. I looked around for Grathsin or another familiar face, but there was none. I needed to be outside of this home. Back in the mountains where I could roam and hunt freely. I was stuck and collared here, I am nobody’s slave dog I am a hunter. I walked through the halls looking for a way to leave when I heard footsteps coming the opposite direction from me. I hid behind a pillar and waited, crouching low in case of a hostile force. I sniffed the air attempting to tell what was approaching me. It was familiar, but I could not recognize the scent. The footsteps came closer to me, within lunging distance if it were not for the pillar I hid behind. I backed into the corner to be even more out of sight. The figure walked into view now and he seemed familiar. I did not recognize him so I stayed crouched. Suddenly he stopped and looked at me saying something I could hear, but not understand. I looked at this figure and showed my tusks as a threat. He looked into my eyes with fear and anger. I growled at him and he repeated what he said previously “Turok? What’s wrong?” His familiar smell made me hesitate in attacking him, but I stood ready and sniffed again. It was one of my pack, a wolf, but wearing the skin of an urukai. I looked at him and tried to respond, but instead growled at him again. He took a step back and I used this opportunity to make a dash away from him and protect myself. He made no attempt to stop me instead calling something to me as I ran, I could not understand. I found myself in my bedroom again laying in bed, I looked beside me and Grathsin’s spot was empty so I rolled to my other side to see him and this urukai sitting at the edge of the room speaking with each other quietly. Grathsin looked at me and smiled “Turok how are you feeling now?” I grunted my response “Fine.” The urukai looked at me and his name came to me quickly. It was my Trimar. “Why are you here?” I asked him. He responded sounding annoyed “You haven’t been yourself the past few days.” Grathsin interrupted with “I asked him to come.” I looked at him, but could not tell if he was lying. Grathsin added “It’s been 4 days of this. Trimar is just here visiting to make sure you don’t kill anybody here.” I did not need their protection and supervision, but I was happy to be able to listen and understand them in this moment of clarity. I sat up in my bed looking down at my body, it looked foreign to me. No fur, claws, tail, or paws, but it was my body and I could move it. When I looked up it was dark and Grathsin was sleeping beside me. I don’t know where Trimar went, but the room was empty other than us. Grathsin’s words echoed in my head “4 days” it did not feel like that long had passed at all. This was unlike my torture in Dagdeoth where time seemed to stretch on forever. Grathsin stirred in his sleep and looked over at me from where he slept. He spoke to me softly and my nerves calmed, soon I could hear the words he spoke, and not long after that I remembered how to reply and we spent the rest of the night speaking of what I had missed. My episodes seemed to slow after this and I was in control of my own body more frequently. No longer watching helplessly as my body interacted with the world while I was trapped inside.
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