Journal Entry
I salute you, Sabel. A worthy one to keep track of.
I can not say I mourn the crushing of your rebellion, since I did not agree with your vision. However, your death could have been more honorable. A quick, clean death would have sufficed, but I learned that liquid gold came to it to end your life.
May you find peace with whatever has turned your heart so bitter in life...
Alaan Skriesong
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
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I have been exploring new regions and area's. One of which leading to the upperdark...I did not have much time to explore, since some sort of Fire Demon stormed at me...I managed to end it's useless life...now finding myself barricading a door and using the room here to rest up. It is a good thing I came prepared...
I have been exploring new regions and area's. One of which leading to the upperdark...I did not have much time to explore, since some sort of Fire Demon stormed at me...I managed to end it's useless life...now finding myself barricading a door and using the room here to rest up. It is a good thing I came prepared...
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
The following is a passage, as Alaan falls asleep in the quarters inside of the Nashkel Iron mine, after barricading the door...dreaming soon after...
*A summer's evening, a young boy sits next to his father and his sister is sitting to his right on the bench at the front of the tradewagon. The horses calmly trodding on...
The young boy glances to his left and offers a beaming smile to his father, the father returning it ever so warmly.*
"When I am older, father, I want to be a merchant, just like you!" *The boy speaks*
"It must be really nice to get to see parts of the world...get to know other people?"
"Ohhh yes, my boy!" *The father chuckles merrily and ruffles the boy's hair.*
"Your old man does this to make sure the two of you get to eat, ofcourse...and if trade is keeping up, learn the two of you how to read and write! We don't want the two of you being deprived of that, do we?"
*The man smiles*
"Oh I'd love to learn that, father!" *The girl speaks* "When I am older, I want to be the head of a trading company! Making sure people all over the Coast and it's regions are able to get things that they can't get from their own stores!" *The girl beams and has a glint of determination in her eyes*
"Oh if your mother were only here, she would be so proud of you, my dear" *The man smiled*
" Work hard in this life and you will get to live your dreams, my daughter. Do not let anybody tell you anything different. You are too young to understand now, but there will be plenty of men trying to hold you back, telling you your place is at home, tending to the needs of men. Do not let that get to you. You were born as a free spirit and already had to lose your mother at birth...all I could do from that day was to teach you what she would have wanted me to teach you, and that is that you can decide what to make of your own life, and that I will do all within my power to see that you can achieve what you wish to achieve...that goes for the both of you!"
*The man nods at both of them, having a soft but rather serious glint in his eyes*
* The evening becomes night...and a typical summer rain presents itself. The boy and girl huddle together underneath a big cloak, smiling as they keep eachother warm, the Inn father spoke of was not far away...just a little longer...*
*Suddenly, the horses become restless, whinnying and shaking their heads. *
"Children...get to the back and hide in the false space. Do not ask questions and do as I say, now!"
*The man looks alarmed and speaks in a hushed, tempered manner, the children doing as he tells them to*
*The wagon halts a few moments later and the children can hear the hard sound of rain, brushing of leaves, snapping of twigs...then, more clear, footsteps near the wagon*
"Alright...get off the wagon, fool. This cart belongs to the Zhentarim now!" *A voice speaks from within a hood* "You should have taken the offer we made to you back then...you only would have had to pay us a cut of your profits. But no, you wanted to remain independent. And now you see where it gets you. No protection and lost an entire freight. Nyehehehehe"
*A rather annoying laugh is heard, akin to a person who had a horrible youth himself and relished in taking that out on another soul*
*The man sighed, stepping off the wagon reluctantly, noticing at least eight men, their hoods making the sound of rain colliding on it, their cloaks flowing gently on the breeze, with swords, axes, crossbows and one of them holding a staff. As the man's feet touch the ground, he glances down to the muddy path, not making any eye-contact with the men. A dramatic, calm pause...before the man smirks. A chain rattles as a tiny, concealed flail attached to the man's wrist drops from his sleeve, finding it's way with blinding speed into the face of one of the men, who, howling in agony, falls to the ground. The man draws his short blade as well, turning into a flurry of flail and blade, managing to catch another of the men surprised, quickly cutting him in the loin, effectively subdueing him before making the attempt to come for the nearest man with crossbow, yelling*
"I WILL NEVER BOW TO THE LIKES OF YOU! HLUTHVAR STANDS PROUD! YOU VILE SER..."
*The sound of four crossbows going off...bolts finding home in flesh, muting the merchant's bravado swiftly, as the merchant falls to his knees, blade falling in mud, flail laying motionless beside him*
*The children, scared beyond belief as they realise what is happening, open the hatch beneath them and drop under the wagon, crawling to the back and quickly dashing into the woods. Hiding, praying they are not found...whimpering softly as they watch their father, kneeling on the ground, crossbow bolts sticking out of skin*
" Tha's 'nough lads! 'e won't be doin' us no 'arm anymore. Jus' take tha wagon an' be off. Let 'im sit 'ere an' die."
*One of the men wielding a crossbow speaks and then smirk, walking up to the man on knees, whispering*
"Them bolts 'ave barbs an' some nasty poisons on 'em. You'll soon be cringin', mate. S'no way you'll see this through. Best be makin' a prayer to who-evah ya fancy ta listen"
*A mean chuckle is heard before the man joins the rest of his group, climbing on the wagon, only to drive off into the rainy night*
*The children run towards their father, crying, already fearing what is to come. The man casts his gaze up at them, weary from bloodloss and gritting his teeth in pain, trembling, slowly falling to his side*
"M...my purse...take my purse...it has enough coin to offer you a room at...the Inn. Seek help there. I...I am so sorry, children. Your old man fai...failed you..."
*Tears slowly form in the eyes of the man, breathing heavily as the poison courses through his veins*
"Get help...to...get back to Hluthvar...children...your uncle...will...take care of you. H...he knows what to do...if I die..."
*The children whimper and cry, the boy soothing the man's brow as he watches the man growl in agony*
* The young boy caresses his father's cheek, crying*
"Don't leave us, father...I am not ready! what am I to do without your guidance?"
*The boy blinks, as he hears a long, stretched breath coming from the man he caresses and loves so dearly. In panic, the boy starts to pound on the man's chest, crying loudly*
"Don't you dare, father! No! NO! ... you can not go..."
*The boy gives up on his struggle, his sister crying silently beside him, as he wails on his father's chest*
"I will avenge you, father...I WILL!"
*The boy sobs and cries alike a newborn for quite some time*
*With a loud gasp, Alaan awakens, sweating, blinking as he regards his surroundings, torchlight flickering from the torch on the wall, the harsh tongue of Duergar as there is a loud thud against the door Alaan barricaded. Alaan gets up to his feet, drawing his blades and gritting his teeth, kicking the barricades away from the door before slipping into the shadows*
*A summer's evening, a young boy sits next to his father and his sister is sitting to his right on the bench at the front of the tradewagon. The horses calmly trodding on...
The young boy glances to his left and offers a beaming smile to his father, the father returning it ever so warmly.*
"When I am older, father, I want to be a merchant, just like you!" *The boy speaks*
"It must be really nice to get to see parts of the world...get to know other people?"
"Ohhh yes, my boy!" *The father chuckles merrily and ruffles the boy's hair.*
"Your old man does this to make sure the two of you get to eat, ofcourse...and if trade is keeping up, learn the two of you how to read and write! We don't want the two of you being deprived of that, do we?"
*The man smiles*
"Oh I'd love to learn that, father!" *The girl speaks* "When I am older, I want to be the head of a trading company! Making sure people all over the Coast and it's regions are able to get things that they can't get from their own stores!" *The girl beams and has a glint of determination in her eyes*
"Oh if your mother were only here, she would be so proud of you, my dear" *The man smiled*
" Work hard in this life and you will get to live your dreams, my daughter. Do not let anybody tell you anything different. You are too young to understand now, but there will be plenty of men trying to hold you back, telling you your place is at home, tending to the needs of men. Do not let that get to you. You were born as a free spirit and already had to lose your mother at birth...all I could do from that day was to teach you what she would have wanted me to teach you, and that is that you can decide what to make of your own life, and that I will do all within my power to see that you can achieve what you wish to achieve...that goes for the both of you!"
*The man nods at both of them, having a soft but rather serious glint in his eyes*
* The evening becomes night...and a typical summer rain presents itself. The boy and girl huddle together underneath a big cloak, smiling as they keep eachother warm, the Inn father spoke of was not far away...just a little longer...*
*Suddenly, the horses become restless, whinnying and shaking their heads. *
"Children...get to the back and hide in the false space. Do not ask questions and do as I say, now!"
*The man looks alarmed and speaks in a hushed, tempered manner, the children doing as he tells them to*
*The wagon halts a few moments later and the children can hear the hard sound of rain, brushing of leaves, snapping of twigs...then, more clear, footsteps near the wagon*
"Alright...get off the wagon, fool. This cart belongs to the Zhentarim now!" *A voice speaks from within a hood* "You should have taken the offer we made to you back then...you only would have had to pay us a cut of your profits. But no, you wanted to remain independent. And now you see where it gets you. No protection and lost an entire freight. Nyehehehehe"
*A rather annoying laugh is heard, akin to a person who had a horrible youth himself and relished in taking that out on another soul*
*The man sighed, stepping off the wagon reluctantly, noticing at least eight men, their hoods making the sound of rain colliding on it, their cloaks flowing gently on the breeze, with swords, axes, crossbows and one of them holding a staff. As the man's feet touch the ground, he glances down to the muddy path, not making any eye-contact with the men. A dramatic, calm pause...before the man smirks. A chain rattles as a tiny, concealed flail attached to the man's wrist drops from his sleeve, finding it's way with blinding speed into the face of one of the men, who, howling in agony, falls to the ground. The man draws his short blade as well, turning into a flurry of flail and blade, managing to catch another of the men surprised, quickly cutting him in the loin, effectively subdueing him before making the attempt to come for the nearest man with crossbow, yelling*
"I WILL NEVER BOW TO THE LIKES OF YOU! HLUTHVAR STANDS PROUD! YOU VILE SER..."
*The sound of four crossbows going off...bolts finding home in flesh, muting the merchant's bravado swiftly, as the merchant falls to his knees, blade falling in mud, flail laying motionless beside him*
*The children, scared beyond belief as they realise what is happening, open the hatch beneath them and drop under the wagon, crawling to the back and quickly dashing into the woods. Hiding, praying they are not found...whimpering softly as they watch their father, kneeling on the ground, crossbow bolts sticking out of skin*
" Tha's 'nough lads! 'e won't be doin' us no 'arm anymore. Jus' take tha wagon an' be off. Let 'im sit 'ere an' die."
*One of the men wielding a crossbow speaks and then smirk, walking up to the man on knees, whispering*
"Them bolts 'ave barbs an' some nasty poisons on 'em. You'll soon be cringin', mate. S'no way you'll see this through. Best be makin' a prayer to who-evah ya fancy ta listen"
*A mean chuckle is heard before the man joins the rest of his group, climbing on the wagon, only to drive off into the rainy night*
*The children run towards their father, crying, already fearing what is to come. The man casts his gaze up at them, weary from bloodloss and gritting his teeth in pain, trembling, slowly falling to his side*
"M...my purse...take my purse...it has enough coin to offer you a room at...the Inn. Seek help there. I...I am so sorry, children. Your old man fai...failed you..."
*Tears slowly form in the eyes of the man, breathing heavily as the poison courses through his veins*
"Get help...to...get back to Hluthvar...children...your uncle...will...take care of you. H...he knows what to do...if I die..."
*The children whimper and cry, the boy soothing the man's brow as he watches the man growl in agony*
* The young boy caresses his father's cheek, crying*
"Don't leave us, father...I am not ready! what am I to do without your guidance?"
*The boy blinks, as he hears a long, stretched breath coming from the man he caresses and loves so dearly. In panic, the boy starts to pound on the man's chest, crying loudly*
"Don't you dare, father! No! NO! ... you can not go..."
*The boy gives up on his struggle, his sister crying silently beside him, as he wails on his father's chest*
"I will avenge you, father...I WILL!"
*The boy sobs and cries alike a newborn for quite some time*
*With a loud gasp, Alaan awakens, sweating, blinking as he regards his surroundings, torchlight flickering from the torch on the wall, the harsh tongue of Duergar as there is a loud thud against the door Alaan barricaded. Alaan gets up to his feet, drawing his blades and gritting his teeth, kicking the barricades away from the door before slipping into the shadows*
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Alaan stands in front of the Shrine of Silvanus, his hood lowered and the wind causing his hair to flow along with it in it's course. A smile lingers on his face, A sign of recognition was given by the striking of lightning and the destruction of the Malarite Dagger.
Earlier on, he had planned to travel to Triel with Leyla, but the sounds of combat and shouts of masked men caught their attention. A woman was fending for herself against a horde of rabid dogs and bandits. Some robed man was turned to stone and Alaan recognised the robes.
After a while of investigating, it became clear to Alaan the threat came from the Gibberling cave, after finding dead bodies, killed in a manner of sacrificial rite and left with clawed marks. The fact that ferocious beasts entered the waves that attacked the group that had formed, Ivan being one of the few that Alaan recognised, only added to Alaan's suspicion Malar's presence was at work.
He ventured into the Cave, the rest of the group following him. A large battle against what seemed Malarites, ensued. Resulting in the finding of two alters that Myhun and Ivan destroyed and Alaan finding a chest with various weapons in it, among them, a Dagger in the shape of a fang, blessed with Malar's wrath.
Despite the presence of the woman who had been fending for herself earlier and suddenly displaying a bit too eager an interest in the relic, Alaan asked Ivan and Leyla to aid him in the destruction of the Fang.
The three agreed and Myhun followed suit. The woman was persistant in her asking to at least draw more knowledge from the artifact but Alaan did not offer any space for it.
Alaan engaged in open prayer, laying the dagger at the feet of the Shrine to Silvanus. Leyla and Ivan joining him. Within some time, the clouds grouped together and the Sky darkened, fierce bolts of lightning striking upon the Fanged dagger untill it was shattered in tiny bits.
Alaan closed his eyes, smiling as tears ran down over his cheeks. He had begged Silvanus to recognise him, to see what did...and it was granted to him...
Earlier on, he had planned to travel to Triel with Leyla, but the sounds of combat and shouts of masked men caught their attention. A woman was fending for herself against a horde of rabid dogs and bandits. Some robed man was turned to stone and Alaan recognised the robes.
After a while of investigating, it became clear to Alaan the threat came from the Gibberling cave, after finding dead bodies, killed in a manner of sacrificial rite and left with clawed marks. The fact that ferocious beasts entered the waves that attacked the group that had formed, Ivan being one of the few that Alaan recognised, only added to Alaan's suspicion Malar's presence was at work.
He ventured into the Cave, the rest of the group following him. A large battle against what seemed Malarites, ensued. Resulting in the finding of two alters that Myhun and Ivan destroyed and Alaan finding a chest with various weapons in it, among them, a Dagger in the shape of a fang, blessed with Malar's wrath.
Despite the presence of the woman who had been fending for herself earlier and suddenly displaying a bit too eager an interest in the relic, Alaan asked Ivan and Leyla to aid him in the destruction of the Fang.
The three agreed and Myhun followed suit. The woman was persistant in her asking to at least draw more knowledge from the artifact but Alaan did not offer any space for it.
Alaan engaged in open prayer, laying the dagger at the feet of the Shrine to Silvanus. Leyla and Ivan joining him. Within some time, the clouds grouped together and the Sky darkened, fierce bolts of lightning striking upon the Fanged dagger untill it was shattered in tiny bits.
Alaan closed his eyes, smiling as tears ran down over his cheeks. He had begged Silvanus to recognise him, to see what did...and it was granted to him...
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
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So...if I understand correctly, -she- wishes to redeem herself? or is she catering to the ears of the willingly listening? I shall bide my time in the shadows and watch her for the time being.
So...if I understand correctly, -she- wishes to redeem herself? or is she catering to the ears of the willingly listening? I shall bide my time in the shadows and watch her for the time being.
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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A whisper from the shadows, guiding me...but why? Friend or Foe? I can not help but to admit my interest is stirred. I am addicted to intrige, after all.
So many things to keep track off, so many developments...and now, that lady that once approached me in regards to the weavemasters. So many rumors about that lot, so many hushed whispers.
I'll keep my eyes and ears open for the time being...the exchange near the fire was rather informative...
A whisper from the shadows, guiding me...but why? Friend or Foe? I can not help but to admit my interest is stirred. I am addicted to intrige, after all.
So many things to keep track off, so many developments...and now, that lady that once approached me in regards to the weavemasters. So many rumors about that lot, so many hushed whispers.
I'll keep my eyes and ears open for the time being...the exchange near the fire was rather informative...
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
*A man, smitten by the rain and utterly drenched, manages to stagger into the Friendly Arm. Ordering a mug of Evermead, he places himself close to the fire, not even remotely bothering to undo himself of his drenched clothing, obviously tired and done for the day, simply welcoming the warmth of the fire*
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
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Oh, joy...a bounty on my head, old allies forgotten and new people with interest in my persona whom are all either still Crows and confirmed to this day on my list and lie about it.
Some claiming to be friends, some claiming they want to know me better.
It is simple as this. The Wolf walks alone and I. Trust. No-one.
The Skrie thirsts and the Wolf howls over what once was.
Oh, joy...a bounty on my head, old allies forgotten and new people with interest in my persona whom are all either still Crows and confirmed to this day on my list and lie about it.
Some claiming to be friends, some claiming they want to know me better.
It is simple as this. The Wolf walks alone and I. Trust. No-one.
The Skrie thirsts and the Wolf howls over what once was.
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
Various tracks that go well with how Alaan views the world currently.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7lpftvYDMA
What will you tell your children when they ask you "what went wrong"?
How can you paint a picture of a paradise lost?
To eyes that know only a wasteland
How will you justify watching the world die?
The clock is ticking, can't you feel our days are numbered
Head first into disaster from which there will be no return
With narrow minds we decimate our one true home
Cast into oblivion, judgment is calling
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral of the Earth
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral
The blind eye can no longer be cast
The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
The blind eye can no longer be cast
There will be no future, if we can't learn from our mistakes
The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
There will be no future, if we can't learn
A forced extinction closes out the age of apathy
The final act, sacrifice the world's ecology
The death of beauty, the death of hope
Cast before the throne of avarice, judgment is calling
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral of the Earth
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral
The blind eye can no longer be cast
There will be no future, if we can't learn from our mistakes
The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
There will be no future, if we can't learn
I can't watch it burn
Behold the pale horse
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nop-6HIAHKI
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
Experiences have a lasting impression
But words once spoken
Don’t mean a lot now
Belief is the way
The way of the innocent
And when I say innocent
I should say naive
So lie to me
But do it with sincerity
Make me listen
Just for a minute
Make me think
There’s some truth in it
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
Promises made for convenience
Aren’t necessarily
What we need
Truth is a word
That’s lost its meaning
The truth has become
Merely half truth
So lie to me
Like they do it in the factory
Make me think
That at the end of the day
Some great reward
Will be coming my way
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27kUmbXezNg
Let's have a black celebration
Black Celebration
Tonight
To celebrate the fact
That we've seen the back
Of another black day
I look to you
How you carry on
When all hope is gone
Can't you see
Your optimistic eyes
Seem like paradise
To someone like
Me
I want to take you
In my arms
Forgetting all I couldn't do today
Black Celebration
Black Celebration
Tonight
To celebrate the fact
That we've seen the back
Of another black day
I look to you
And your strong belief
Me, I want relief
Tonight
Consolation
I want so much
Want to feel your touch
Tonight
Take me in your arms
Forgetting all you couldn't do today
Black Celebration
I'll drink to that
Black Celebration
Tonight
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7lpftvYDMA
What will you tell your children when they ask you "what went wrong"?
How can you paint a picture of a paradise lost?
To eyes that know only a wasteland
How will you justify watching the world die?
The clock is ticking, can't you feel our days are numbered
Head first into disaster from which there will be no return
With narrow minds we decimate our one true home
Cast into oblivion, judgment is calling
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral of the Earth
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral
The blind eye can no longer be cast
The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
The blind eye can no longer be cast
There will be no future, if we can't learn from our mistakes
The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
There will be no future, if we can't learn
A forced extinction closes out the age of apathy
The final act, sacrifice the world's ecology
The death of beauty, the death of hope
Cast before the throne of avarice, judgment is calling
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral of the Earth
Behold the pale horse
This is the funeral
The blind eye can no longer be cast
There will be no future, if we can't learn from our mistakes
The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
There will be no future, if we can't learn
I can't watch it burn
Behold the pale horse
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nop-6HIAHKI
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
Experiences have a lasting impression
But words once spoken
Don’t mean a lot now
Belief is the way
The way of the innocent
And when I say innocent
I should say naive
So lie to me
But do it with sincerity
Make me listen
Just for a minute
Make me think
There’s some truth in it
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
Promises made for convenience
Aren’t necessarily
What we need
Truth is a word
That’s lost its meaning
The truth has become
Merely half truth
So lie to me
Like they do it in the factory
Make me think
That at the end of the day
Some great reward
Will be coming my way
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27kUmbXezNg
Let's have a black celebration
Black Celebration
Tonight
To celebrate the fact
That we've seen the back
Of another black day
I look to you
How you carry on
When all hope is gone
Can't you see
Your optimistic eyes
Seem like paradise
To someone like
Me
I want to take you
In my arms
Forgetting all I couldn't do today
Black Celebration
Black Celebration
Tonight
To celebrate the fact
That we've seen the back
Of another black day
I look to you
And your strong belief
Me, I want relief
Tonight
Consolation
I want so much
Want to feel your touch
Tonight
Take me in your arms
Forgetting all you couldn't do today
Black Celebration
I'll drink to that
Black Celebration
Tonight
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Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
* They had spoken all night and lay under a stack of hides in their tent as the fire outside died out. Alaan glanced at Leyla as she slept and snored ever so softly. Despite all grim developments, he felt happy. He found his pack again and would be in the wilderness with her. Securing their own Den...*
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
Journal entry
What meager basics I managed to sew together, Aello has perfected. I am -very- pleased with the result. It should provide me with enough defense and make me harder to spot in natural surroundings.
I learned that the Caravan of Corm Orp now travels directly to Darkhold...I must say...I feel tempted to barge right in and try to take as many Zhentarim down as I can, but that would cut life very short indeed. The conversation I had recently...caused me to think. Is vengeance really what I desire to fill my life with? ...no... there is more to life than just that...and I hope to find it with the Elder Circle...
What meager basics I managed to sew together, Aello has perfected. I am -very- pleased with the result. It should provide me with enough defense and make me harder to spot in natural surroundings.
I learned that the Caravan of Corm Orp now travels directly to Darkhold...I must say...I feel tempted to barge right in and try to take as many Zhentarim down as I can, but that would cut life very short indeed. The conversation I had recently...caused me to think. Is vengeance really what I desire to fill my life with? ...no... there is more to life than just that...and I hope to find it with the Elder Circle...
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
* Alaan is running through the forest, a wide grin on his face...leaping, rolling, crouching and watching the lower regions from high-ground...Garm sitting by his side.
He reflects on his actions regarding Valiant and his "task" and understands as Ivan said that Valiant might come after him. He cares little. Actions and progress matter...freedom matters...
Facial painting matching a wolves' face adorns Alaan's face, as he spends quite some days in the wilderness, some people might notice the man running at all fours at times...has he lost his mind?
As Alaan sits and watches people from a distance, not minding the rain, he bares his teeth with curled lips a moment in a growl and shakes his head *
"May the elders teach me how to deal with stupidity...for at times, my patience towards my own kin dwindles beyond healthy levels..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyWGab3vJHQ
He reflects on his actions regarding Valiant and his "task" and understands as Ivan said that Valiant might come after him. He cares little. Actions and progress matter...freedom matters...
Facial painting matching a wolves' face adorns Alaan's face, as he spends quite some days in the wilderness, some people might notice the man running at all fours at times...has he lost his mind?
As Alaan sits and watches people from a distance, not minding the rain, he bares his teeth with curled lips a moment in a growl and shakes his head *
"May the elders teach me how to deal with stupidity...for at times, my patience towards my own kin dwindles beyond healthy levels..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyWGab3vJHQ
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9R6DT2Xgz_A
The thoughts of yesterday forgotten
I like the way this new skin feels
Bring me splinters of tomorrow
Collect the parts where I win
Against the grain
Against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Concrete breath and dust filled tears
A one way ride to inner peace
I never thought I'd join the others
Those who use the dice to solve
The thoughts of yesterday forgotten
I like the way this new skin feels
Bring me splinters of tomorrow
Collect the parts where I win
Against the grain
Against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Concrete breath and dust filled tears
A one way ride to inner peace
I never thought I'd join the others
Those who use the dice to solve
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
Edited the second post with appropriate themesong
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
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Mausman
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Re: Alaan Skriesong
It seems I am gaining allies...possible friends...this is a good thing...a good thing indeed...
Wulfrik, Hunter Ever, Hunter After
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired