Friday, March 25, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Family Dinner
At least he knew his father. Most of his father's kids didn't know their dad. So he supposed he was fortunate to know his father and to even have his father have saved his life. It helped that he worked for him, at least for a while, at least until he can make the organization his own.
They met at the [Transcript truncated due to classified material]
"Hello, Son," Filtch says standing as Swipe came into the room. "Its good to see you boy. Tell me how did the fight with Darkness go? Well I assume you're alive." Filtch laughed and after a quick touch on the shoulder he went back to looking over his spaghetti.
Swipe did not know why he bothered to ask -- he always seemed to know everything. Maybe he was just being polite. Swipe would return the favor, "Its good to see you too. The group did well as soon as we could convince them to do it. By the way when were you going to tell me [Transcript truncated due to classified material]?"
"Well I figured if that wasn't something you could figure out then you didn't deserve to know." He spun the noodles on his plate, as if something so important and earth shattering was no more important than getting the correct balance of sauce and noodle on his fork.
Swipe laughed. "Yeah, well said. by why? Do you not trust me?"
Sitting back placing his fork down and throwing his arms up to shake the cuffs of his laced shirt down his forearms, "There is a lesson to be learned here, son. There are many, but the greatest of which is that you only deserve to know the answers to the questions you can find yourself."
"Spaghetti's good." Swipe said imitating his father's casualness. "Well, I have my theories. But whats in it for you? and Whats next?"
Filch says, "Well all I wanted was [transcript truncated due to classified material], and that is sure to happen now." Filtch stands up and strides to his son who promptly stands as well. Patting him on the cheek, "As for what's next, well you wouldn't be my son if I had to tell you." He strode out of the room, leaving his son at the table.
It was a good dinner. Swipe was almost able to pretend for a moment that Filtch was a good father and he was a loving son. It was a pleasant fiction.
They met at the [Transcript truncated due to classified material]
"Hello, Son," Filtch says standing as Swipe came into the room. "Its good to see you boy. Tell me how did the fight with Darkness go? Well I assume you're alive." Filtch laughed and after a quick touch on the shoulder he went back to looking over his spaghetti.
Swipe did not know why he bothered to ask -- he always seemed to know everything. Maybe he was just being polite. Swipe would return the favor, "Its good to see you too. The group did well as soon as we could convince them to do it. By the way when were you going to tell me [Transcript truncated due to classified material]?"
"Well I figured if that wasn't something you could figure out then you didn't deserve to know." He spun the noodles on his plate, as if something so important and earth shattering was no more important than getting the correct balance of sauce and noodle on his fork.
Swipe laughed. "Yeah, well said. by why? Do you not trust me?"
Sitting back placing his fork down and throwing his arms up to shake the cuffs of his laced shirt down his forearms, "There is a lesson to be learned here, son. There are many, but the greatest of which is that you only deserve to know the answers to the questions you can find yourself."
"Spaghetti's good." Swipe said imitating his father's casualness. "Well, I have my theories. But whats in it for you? and Whats next?"
Filch says, "Well all I wanted was [transcript truncated due to classified material], and that is sure to happen now." Filtch stands up and strides to his son who promptly stands as well. Patting him on the cheek, "As for what's next, well you wouldn't be my son if I had to tell you." He strode out of the room, leaving his son at the table.
It was a good dinner. Swipe was almost able to pretend for a moment that Filtch was a good father and he was a loving son. It was a pleasant fiction.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Isle of Man/Isle of Golem
Nathan was not opposed to the secret getting out. He detested secrets. Truth brought wisdom, understanding, peace and happiness. Truth would set you free. But half truth, what most of the world lived in, was very dangerous. It was half truth that brought the best of the Genevan mage school in armada to the island. They had learned the truth that intelligent golemns lived on the island. They had learned the truth that travelers from the future had said intelligent golemns nearly eliminated organic life on the planet. Those two truths defined their perspective and motivated them to act. It motivated them to come in force to eliminate the golemns in preemptive strike.
Nathan saw a wider truth. He saw the truth that no heart may walk so far in the shadow they can not find their way back to the light. He saw the truth that the golemns did not appear inherently evil. He saw the truth that the gods brought him back from the dead to determine the truth of these creatures and that mission he had not finished.
He had learned they were impressionable, they had free will but deferred to authority much like humans, and he learned they wanted to survive. More than that, they wanted to thrive. The leaders were busy organizing an effective, if not rigid and merciless, structure and economy. They built and toiled with out rest or food, they did not need either.
He had learned from Aspen there maybe a connection to darkness and an Omega spell she provided him. He sent the spell to Lana, his old friend, at the mage school to research. He also had learned the spark of intelligence had been created by Genevan mages in a project called UMBER. He has issued a summons requesting all information on that project from the only member of the project he thought may give it.
The ships beached and Nathan, the Seeker of Truth, made his way to the deck of the flag ship and stood before Richard Clawson a head mage and who appeared to be in charge.
"Stand down Seeker, you are harboring intelligent golemns created by the Forsaken, we will meet this threat and save our people."
Nathan calmly responded, "They were not created by the Forsaken though they were in their service for time. Until I accomplish what the gods have commanded by finding out the truth of their origin and destiny, I can not allow you to harm them. Anymore than I could allow you to attack a farm village because you think they may attack you someday."
"This is not the same these things are evil. They must be destroyed."
"They are not inherently evil, at least not as far as I can determine."
"STEP ASIDE!!!"
"No, they are not my prisoners but they are my responsibility and I can not let you just destroy them."
"THEN WE WILL DESTROY YOU TOO."
Moving for his sword to defend himself Nathan heard a voice he had all but forgotten. "NATHAN!! It's you, I got your letter but I couldn't believe it." Came the explosion of excitement from a woman just past young but clinging to youth with its last bit of strength--Lana.
Nathan looked to her and responded as if no one else was there, "Did you hear me, talking to you? Across the water, across the deep blue ocean, and across the open sky, oh how I tried to reach you."
"Boy, I heard you. I heard you in my dreams. I heard you whisper across the sea, I always kept you with me in my heart. It made it easier when times got hard."
She ran to him grasping the hand that rested on the hilt of his blade. "Why are you here?" she asks.
"Because I have to find the truth, where did they come from, what is their purpose, what is their destiny? Can that destiny be changed? We can't act out of fear and fear is born in ignorance."
She looks up at him remembering how she was alway touched by his integrity and how he always seems to know and feel the right thing. She admired him for that and she loved him for that.
"Perhaps you all can help me," He said looking up to Master Clawson, "I'm a Paladin not a sorcerer, I am sure there is much truth here you could help me find. And perhaps together we can find the truth and set each other free."
Perhaps it was result of the man's reputation, or perhaps his legendary commanding leadership presence gave his words undo influence in Master Clawson's ear but he nodded his head, and with a softer heart ordered the mages to disembark they were going to meet the golemns.
Nathan took Lana by the hand and led the mages down the beach over the rise. As the view broke the rise of the horizon they saw what must have been dozens or more moving rocks and statues moving in perfect symmetry and efficiency constructing a massive if crude structure that resembled a temple.
"Perhaps together we can build the future," Nathan said lifting his hand in welcome to the souls in stone and brought the forged and the born together.
Nathan saw a wider truth. He saw the truth that no heart may walk so far in the shadow they can not find their way back to the light. He saw the truth that the golemns did not appear inherently evil. He saw the truth that the gods brought him back from the dead to determine the truth of these creatures and that mission he had not finished.
He had learned they were impressionable, they had free will but deferred to authority much like humans, and he learned they wanted to survive. More than that, they wanted to thrive. The leaders were busy organizing an effective, if not rigid and merciless, structure and economy. They built and toiled with out rest or food, they did not need either.
He had learned from Aspen there maybe a connection to darkness and an Omega spell she provided him. He sent the spell to Lana, his old friend, at the mage school to research. He also had learned the spark of intelligence had been created by Genevan mages in a project called UMBER. He has issued a summons requesting all information on that project from the only member of the project he thought may give it.
The ships beached and Nathan, the Seeker of Truth, made his way to the deck of the flag ship and stood before Richard Clawson a head mage and who appeared to be in charge.
"Stand down Seeker, you are harboring intelligent golemns created by the Forsaken, we will meet this threat and save our people."
Nathan calmly responded, "They were not created by the Forsaken though they were in their service for time. Until I accomplish what the gods have commanded by finding out the truth of their origin and destiny, I can not allow you to harm them. Anymore than I could allow you to attack a farm village because you think they may attack you someday."
"This is not the same these things are evil. They must be destroyed."
"They are not inherently evil, at least not as far as I can determine."
"STEP ASIDE!!!"
"No, they are not my prisoners but they are my responsibility and I can not let you just destroy them."
"THEN WE WILL DESTROY YOU TOO."
Moving for his sword to defend himself Nathan heard a voice he had all but forgotten. "NATHAN!! It's you, I got your letter but I couldn't believe it." Came the explosion of excitement from a woman just past young but clinging to youth with its last bit of strength--Lana.
Nathan looked to her and responded as if no one else was there, "Did you hear me, talking to you? Across the water, across the deep blue ocean, and across the open sky, oh how I tried to reach you."
"Boy, I heard you. I heard you in my dreams. I heard you whisper across the sea, I always kept you with me in my heart. It made it easier when times got hard."
She ran to him grasping the hand that rested on the hilt of his blade. "Why are you here?" she asks.
"Because I have to find the truth, where did they come from, what is their purpose, what is their destiny? Can that destiny be changed? We can't act out of fear and fear is born in ignorance."
She looks up at him remembering how she was alway touched by his integrity and how he always seems to know and feel the right thing. She admired him for that and she loved him for that.
"Perhaps you all can help me," He said looking up to Master Clawson, "I'm a Paladin not a sorcerer, I am sure there is much truth here you could help me find. And perhaps together we can find the truth and set each other free."
Perhaps it was result of the man's reputation, or perhaps his legendary commanding leadership presence gave his words undo influence in Master Clawson's ear but he nodded his head, and with a softer heart ordered the mages to disembark they were going to meet the golemns.
Nathan took Lana by the hand and led the mages down the beach over the rise. As the view broke the rise of the horizon they saw what must have been dozens or more moving rocks and statues moving in perfect symmetry and efficiency constructing a massive if crude structure that resembled a temple.
"Perhaps together we can build the future," Nathan said lifting his hand in welcome to the souls in stone and brought the forged and the born together.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Book of Crusade
And thus it came to pass that the Vanquisher of Shadow repented of his sin against the Morning and Evening Star and was thus forgiven and embraced again by the light.
The wisdom of the gods is evident in such things. For it was that the priestess of the oracle Andrea revealed to the Morning and Evening Star that Galan, Keeper's Hand, would betray the light surrender to the Fallen Son of Thunder and die by his hand.
The Keeper in Wisdom removed his hand from the Crusade of which the Light must engage.
As the Vanquisher, placed by the Keeper, bravely charged to the Heart of Greatest Darkness, the nations and kings of the world flocked to follow.
From the Empire of Crystal to the Haven's of Grey it came to pass the lands opened their borders and the valiant poured from the coast.
The Empress, who shall live forever, tasked with defending the faith, trusted in the gods the safety of her people and sent the entirety of her army to the Light's call.
It was her voice which awakened the most precious gift. Advents children of men and gods forged in the Empire of Crystal and trusted to gods and men, all children of Zeus, were called by the one who shall live forever.
And thus it was with the touch of the One Winged an Advent arose.
And this it was with the touch of the Rider of the Winds an Advent arose.
And thus it was with the touch of the Oracle an Advent arose.
Powers of men and gods followed and fought the Vanquisher as he charged through the stone skinned creatures sent by the Dark Empress.
It came to pass that the armies of the Crusade under the Keeper's ensign and Vanquisher's sword they pressed to the coast where magic and gods could no longer touch.
And it came to pass that there the crusade met the full furry of the shadow and the deepest dregs of annihilation.
~~~~The Book of the Crusade 3rd chapter 'Rise of the Advents'
The wisdom of the gods is evident in such things. For it was that the priestess of the oracle Andrea revealed to the Morning and Evening Star that Galan, Keeper's Hand, would betray the light surrender to the Fallen Son of Thunder and die by his hand.
The Keeper in Wisdom removed his hand from the Crusade of which the Light must engage.
As the Vanquisher, placed by the Keeper, bravely charged to the Heart of Greatest Darkness, the nations and kings of the world flocked to follow.
From the Empire of Crystal to the Haven's of Grey it came to pass the lands opened their borders and the valiant poured from the coast.
The Empress, who shall live forever, tasked with defending the faith, trusted in the gods the safety of her people and sent the entirety of her army to the Light's call.
It was her voice which awakened the most precious gift. Advents children of men and gods forged in the Empire of Crystal and trusted to gods and men, all children of Zeus, were called by the one who shall live forever.
And thus it was with the touch of the One Winged an Advent arose.
And this it was with the touch of the Rider of the Winds an Advent arose.
And thus it was with the touch of the Oracle an Advent arose.
Powers of men and gods followed and fought the Vanquisher as he charged through the stone skinned creatures sent by the Dark Empress.
It came to pass that the armies of the Crusade under the Keeper's ensign and Vanquisher's sword they pressed to the coast where magic and gods could no longer touch.
And it came to pass that there the crusade met the full furry of the shadow and the deepest dregs of annihilation.
~~~~The Book of the Crusade 3rd chapter 'Rise of the Advents'
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