Character Short Stories

[Guest Charlie]

I figured this might be a neat little idea, to spark some innner site rp/story telling. It doesnt have to have happened in game but it can have. We all have our mains and our alts, you can write on either... or maybe evvenfrom an odd point of view who knows. Lets start some story telling though, and it will give us all practice for the bards night,bring more contestants to it and we can break our fear of story telling.

So lets have at it!!

*in a book hidden in the house of Danielle*

Hi jernal! I love working the tavern i meet so many people there. Some people are creepy and some are well dont tell nobody but some are cute! The thing that makes me mad is those mean fiters outside,they ataked me one i was out of work for over a week!! Emperer Kodoz was nice to me and took care of me but they told me they had his dawter run the tavern a night! I hope she did good.But that was long time ago. There is alot of new people wearing Emperer Kodoz purple aprons ,I met this one who i think they said he was an old member... his name was Steel and dont tell anyone but he was a cute one, even if he is old.

*drawn heart and smile*

I wanted to stand next to him alot. Then there is someone yung named Bear he is cute too. OH! my faverit is my bunny rabbit James! I love to pet and hold him and he talks!! He loves potatos and wiskey. Even thou he skars me becuz he likes to set thing on fire! so i usualy hide.James won a story nite at the tavern once! i was so happy! Well jernal my hand hurts now from writing so much not to mention ive been working on some new tricks to make people smile while in the tavern... but dont tell no one! Bye jernal!

*scribbles that like like a big jumbled mess under the writing you cant make sure what the heck it is *

[Steel DarKnight]

Ok, I'm going to cheat a bit and repost a story from long, long, ago...

Steel walked briskly through the halls of Olympus. His footsteps echoed thru the halls of the ancient citadel. This amused Steel some, he had never noticed the affect before. The steady beat of his mailed feet upon the stone sounding once, and then once more back to him. Yes, Steel thought, curiously he had never noticed this before. Perhaps it was the fact that before his mind had always been occupied with some matter pressing to the empire. Or he thought, perhaps this unusual summer itself had some affect on the atmosphere of the castle…

Sadly, Steel knew in his heart why…

The fortress of Honor, whose very hearthstone was carved from the rock at the base of the altar of Honor, was dormant. Like a great beast in the winter it slumbered. The halls of the ancient citadel that had at one time bustled with activity now lay empty and quite. In times past Steel would have never heard the sound of his footfalls as the other noises would have blocked it out.

In looking around the hallway Steel noticed the most evident signs of change. Dust had settled lightly on the chairs, tables, shelves, books, and other various decorum nearby. It’s fine blanket lightly blurring the pictures upon the wall.

Those pictures whose creation was commissioned by the empire depicted great battles and events of the past. As Steel walked by he looked to some.

The great Battle of Trinsic were the undead were defeated and their master the Dark Lich banished.

The Battle of Cove, were the Orcish and then Savage Hordes were turned back.

The Second Battle of Trinsic, the battle to expunge the Juka invasion from the home city.

The Battle of Yew, were the forces of light desperately fought back the hoards in working to find a cure for the cursed sickness and deformity defiling the town.

The Battle of the Destard Peninsula was once again the Savages were pushed back.

Lying among the tables Steel noted the many volumes of the written history of the Guardians. Flipping through Steel reread through a few of the histories within

… The Empires formation from a group of three miners.

… The writing of the Codex

… The great split and the formation of the Valor Knights

… The reign of Gregory

… The battle for one mans soul and his return from the edge

… The succession of the Emperor Logan

… The conflict with the Army of the Sands

Gently, Steel closed the great volume he had been reading and placed it back upon the dusty shelf. Steel walked over to a closed window. Opening it he looked out. So many people have come and gone. Good people whom he had the honor of standing beside in battle. He had watched many of them enter, and many of them leave. Many Guardians Steel never knew, and may never have known, but not for the histories within those texts. Steel remembered some of the battles and events but some he knew only from the talk of the old folk of Trisnic. They spoke of a time when Trinsic was awash in purple, and the Guardians patrolled the streets diligently. But alas, those memories are fading and the younger generation of Trinsic no nothing of these times, or the Guardians

Peering out the window below Steel noted that the courtyard lay empty. The grass had grown high. In past times this would not have been possible. This field was often awash in young men and women training their formation skills, their feet pounding the grass down to a suitable level. In Steels minds eye he could hear and the sound of the Phalanx’s loud voices barking orders under the watchful eyes of the Centurions, and the Imperator. To the side under the old oak tree, the SOW would watch from the protection of the shade it afforded.

Slowly, Steel closed the window and sat down in the chair positioned next to it. Looking downward, Steel pondered the course of recent events. The realms had change, along with the people within it. The gods themselves had some hand in this as their sweeping changes and creations had altered reality to a very different state than what it first was.

The threats of the past had disappeared, the undead lords were in check and their activities and forces were isolated to a few catacombs. The Orcs and Savages had been greatly weakened by the constant onslaught of man. They retained but a small portion of the power they once had. The Juka had all but disappeared after the death of Blackthorne. Almost all evidence of the Army of the Sands had disappeared and the prophesized invasion had never come.

No enemies threaten the guardians or their holdings and thus the Order had no focus.

No longer did the young squires run about the castle tending to their Knights requirements, or studying the arts of war. Possible entrants to the empire had all but dried up. It seemed that the younger generation of the realm had little or no interest in the teachings of an old order. Or the honor and comradely to be found within.

Last week Steel had returned to the halls of Olympus. This was the first day of the week and often a time of rest. The Guardians often held a gathering as the day fell into shadow. Opening the great outer door of castle he had rushed inside. After quickly tying his steed to the railing he walked inside the center room with a hearty “Hail Guardians.”

Steel chuckled.

The room was empty.

Steel had later met with Senator Earwen.

The Senator had worked diligently upon Steels request to recover various ancient artifacts that the Empire had uncovered. Their coordinates were known, but the artifacts themselves were unattainable without a sizable force as they were heavily guarded. Plans were put forward. Strategies discussed and a time set.

At that appointed time Earwen had stood alone.

Yes, Steel thought, times have changed….

Standing up he quickly stretched and continued his way down the hall. He had completed what he had needed here and he wished to leave this place and its memories behind.

Opening the door he walked out upon the entryway. As always standing his lonely guard stood Tod the Sentry. The old warrior looked exhausted, almost as if he could fall at any moment. The late day had turned into night and Steel realized that the ancient sentry had not been relieved in some time. Steel felt pride at this old warriors sense of duty, even though no one would have noticed his leave, he continued to remain at his post.

Steel slid his hand through his slightly graying hair. Pausing a moment as if to make a choice he placed his helmet on his head and saluted the Sentry.

“Although the night is often cold and dark, and brings perhaps things we may not have foreseen…. the morning, it always comes.”

“ I shall stand with you this night.”

Strength and Honor

[Calli]

*A letter to Alex from Callista*

Hi sweetheart. I am writing this letter to tell you how much I love you and miss holding you in my arms every day that goes by. Mommy has so much to tell you, so much has happened since I last wrote to you. I guess you are wondering who was with Mommy last night, the gentlemen who also placed flowers at your resting place. Do you remember when Mommy was telling you about the handsome Paladin she was starting to have feelings for? Well, he and Mommy got married not long ago. It was a beautiful wedding with most of our friends there. I was very happy that day but felt a little sad at first because you were not able to be there with us. But Mommy remembered that you are never very far away because I carry you in my heart with me always. I know that you would be happy for me and would have loved Mareak as much as Mommy has grown to. And no, he would not have been able to resist your big brown eyes and dimples when you flashed one of your amazing smiles. I must be going for now my precious son but I promise to write to you again very soon and always remember I will love you forever and patiently away the day I am able to hold you in my arms once more.

Mommy

[kodoz]

An Excerpt of a chapter from my novel...

Galen was led to an area marked by four bales of hay in a roughly square formation. His opponent was wearing chain mail armor that fit her quite well and had a sword at either side of her. Galen unslung his shield and held it with his left arm. She drew both her swords and came at him quickly, advancing upon him. Galen didn’t draw his sword yet. “Don’t insult me by trying to go easy, Red. I guarantee you I’m the equal of any man you’ve ever faced.” Galen thought back to the man who had first trained him, and hoped that wasn’t the case or this would be a short fight indeed. Galen had the wrist dagger, but he wouldn’t risk it with no practice of his aim. She got within range and he drew his broadsword in a flash, trying to strike within her guard and swipe across her chain mail tunic. She took the blade on her own in a very close block, indicating to Galen that he really had gotten close. She came down with her blade quickly and Galen took the hit on his shield with a loud noise and he glanced to the sidelines and saw people taking bets. He grinned a bit that a few were taking bets on ‘the fiery headed mercenary’. Galen waded in and made several quick slashes with his blade at her and she parried each one with one of her own blades. Galen kept her on the defensive though, and she couldn’t hit back. Then just as she was about to try a strike he lashed out with his blade in an over handed strike. She took it on both her blades due to the strikes power, and Galen swung his shield. It impacted her in the chest and she gasped for breath from the surprise and the force of the hit. The woman glared at him, and came at him in a fury. Galen was extremely worried now. It seemed as if she was in a rage and that was bad for Galen. If she intended to hurt him she just had to get in one good hit. Galen was on the defensive now and as he kept taking hits and backing up she gave him a feral grin. “Time to die!” she screamed as she brought down both blades and Galen dropped himself to the ground and rolled aside, then leapt up and faced her again. She came at him in a fury her blades slashing all over the place, leaving great furrows on his shield. He backed up another step…

And she completely stopped. Smiling at him she sheathed her swords. “You went out of bounds Gale.” Galen looked and found he really had gone out of the boundaries, and he looked at her as a smile blossomed onto his face. “You were tricking me the whole time with that enraged look. You never lost control at all, did you?”

“It’s always easier to win a fight if you scare your opponent into thinking you’re crazy.” The woman gave him that feral grin again as she winked, and then walked off.

Edited October 13, 2006 by kodoz

[Calli]

Callista knew she should have been glad last night. She should have been so happy for her sister that it would help her forget how low she had began to feel as of late. She thought she could fight it by pretending to be the most happiest person someone might meet. However, inside, she was still torn up over Alex's death. When Charlie and Kodoz announced the upcoming birth of thier new child, Callista was filled with joy for them and at the same time was hit with the memory of carrying her own son. Callista knew that it was not meant to be as why Alex had not lived to be but a mere few months old but that didnt stop her from blaming herself for his death. All she could think about during the rest of the meeting was the short time between Alex's birth until his death. She knew that she had to forget, even if for a short while, she had to escape the thoughts that were plaguing her mind.

After the meeting, most of everyone ended up at Galehaven. Callista tried to lightheartedly watch all the goings on but they were still not enough to help her escape her thoughts. Finally, she decided she needed to get drunk, yea drunk, that would do the trick. Callista ordered the strongest thing available, but Bill finally talked her into just drinking an ale instead. After a bit of ale, Callista found herself becoming more depressed. She tried to sneak off into the corner so she could try to stop her tears but Soren and Danielle were there to comfort her. Callista began to remember what made PGOH so special to her was that is was her family. After they rejoined the party, Callista began to feel better and began to drink a little heavier. Suddenly, everything was funny. It was funny even when she almost fell off of her stool a number of times. Heck, Calli went so far as to even suggest Bill and Robert play strip checkers. Definitely a sober Callista would not have been tolerate of her own actions, but a more tipsy Callista was care-free. After a game of checkers with Soren, Callista was feeling a bit woozy and a good bit tired. She knew if she could just lay down, she would be alright. Thankfully Soren helped her down the winding stairs of Galehaven and she made it home where she snuggled close with Mareak's pillow and feel into a deep slumber.

[Rob]

"GIN!!"

Robert call out then leans back in a soft wooden chair. The look of the in his eyes displayed glazed over pride as he leans over to reach for his ale.

Bill siting across as fustration of Robert's obvousness got near to point of boilin over to anger.

"Fer'in da Last blood'ee time tis Check'ers!! And still ya Fawkin' move."

Bill slaps hims self on face, then his palm hand run down to his chin giving tug at his beard. Robert gives his head a shake sits back up right as the front legs of the chair give the Travern floor a thud almost toppling over his ale. "Right, Bill ah' knew dat' erm...just checkin' ya see right dis bein' check'er and all".

As Robert Hunchs over the board the ale arrive for both him and Bill. Both Robert and Bill were matching drink for drink this night a tall tale of empty bottle on each end of a table set at a checker board.

Robert move's a piece then nods to the elvan Gal and set back giveing Bill a smirk of smuggness.

Bill glaze at Robert smirk as wasn't the easy thing to do not cuss Robert was threatening but swaying in a hazed. Bill reach on board and moves the peice back to were it once was. Robert stammers to obect if could rember how to form his words right seem the ciders and Ales slowed him.

"Quit ya cheat'in move ya own peic'es Rob'art ya red."

Robert lets out a outrageous awe of sigh and goes back to playing as the day hour dwelling the sun. Robert find him self gone though many drinks and many his red checkers. Between many taunts such and excuses folks walk in and out. Then as robert moveing his only peice on the board mutters.

"If'in ya yeild dis travern o' da spining tis nay haff'in!!"

Robert explains yet tonight the faiths were not with him his luck ran astrew a bit for this day Robert lost.

As Robert push back his hair and sheer awe of the event and that stack of empty bottle on his chair number more then he could count just on sight he offer hand to Bill on a good game. They both shake hands and as the wage called Bill call forth a hat.

A hat nay never Robert would lay eyes on nor buy off the makert merchants. Tossing the hat over to Robert he know this may be the cross he bear but as he state could be raining so could be worst. Set the hat on his head as the bells Jingle and dangle.

"eh good game der bill"

"Eh' Good game hehehe"

Robert walk away from the table wonder what other wager laid out there for him to win at this time. His hat yeild a jingle as we walked away.