Post by StormLrd on Jul 2, 2004 12:44:19 GMT -5
Written by Nitemare the originator of Shadow Clans
Waking from his dread slumber, looking, listening, Nitemare now had to figure out what had happened. The last of his memory to remain was of being on a ship of some kind. He had never seen this land before. It seemed strange. Mystical almost. A thick fog appeared to be heading towards him as if it were trying to devour him. There were things he had never seen scurrying around in the mist. Troublesome things. Things like one would dream about but never see in reality.
"What is this place?" he thought to himself, careful not to make a sound. "Where am I? What happened?" he tried to remember. This land seemed to be primitive and void of any substantial human existence. The air smelled clean, but had the chill of death wandering through it.
"I can't stay here long." he thought,” I must find shelter before I get trapped in this fog."
Wandering aimlessly through the valley, he noticed something lying on the ground in front of him. Something that looked as if it were once living. Cautiously he moved closer to inspect. What he saw terrified him. A hand. A giant, hairy hand. No doubt severed from a giant, hairy body. Still clutched in this hand was a large wooden club. Spikes protruding from the top portion. Blood, not blood like his own, but almost blue, stained the terrible weapon.
"This is not right!" He thought to himself. Needing some way to protect himself, he pried the club from the cold, dead, massive fingers. Upon further inspection he noticed more things. What appeared to be armor on the ground. Like the old boiled leather armor he had read about as a child. He found a heavy wooden shield perched nearby. On this shield were the remnants of an arm. A human arm. Pulled from its warm socket and discarded like so much trash.
"I have to find a place to secure myself,” he thought. "I have to figure out what happened to get me here."
He found himself to be thinking like a man of some military training or something. He remembered the ship. The ship. But what ship? There was no water around here. He remembered working aboard a ship until... What? Something horrible went wrong on this ship. That much he could remember with certainty. But where was the rest of the crew? Did they abandon him to die? No. He was alone on this ship. But why?
In the distance he could make out what looked like a town. Not knowing whether to approach this place or not, he decided that he must see if this was a friendly place or not. Maybe someone there could tell him what happened to his ship and how to get back home. But that seemed doubtful. This place looked like nothing he had ever seen.
The sign in front of him read "Byrendell, Welcome Travelers." As he approached this town he noticed that he saw no travelers. He saw no one. He came to a large gate with a heavy iron ball hanging from a door cut into the bottom of it like a knocker or something. He drew the ball back and let it go. It hit the door with a loud hollow thud. A man opened the door. An older, humble looking man.
“ Please come in,” he said, “you look as if you could use a hot meal and some sleep.”
“ Yes.” Said Nitemare. “And I need some help.”
The town looked empty. Almost deserted. Some shops and a pub sat at the northern end of town. A fountain in the middle. This place appeared to be old. Old to him. Medieval maybe. Swords? Shields? What was this place?
“Can you help me sir?” asked Nitemare. “I need to know where I am. And how I got here.”
“You are in Byrendell,” said the gateman. “As for how you got here, I would not know. Do you not remember?”
“No sir, I do not.” Nite replied. “All I remember is waking up on the ground over by that mountain to the East.”
“Hmmm…” Explained the gateman, ”That is where the fireball crashed last night.”
“Fireball?” Asked Nite. “Yes,” said the gateman, “Last night a huge fireball fell through the sky. And it exploded into the side of that mountain.”
“What about my ship?” Asked Nite. “Have you seen a ship?”
“Ship? Around here?” Laughed the man. “There is no sea in which to sail a ship this far north.”
“I have no money.” Said Nitemare. “How can I ask you to let me stay here?”Nitemare asked reluctantly.
“In Byrendell you need no gold to rest or eat.” Answered the gateman. “Only the shops charge gold for services here. This is a place of rest for the weary traveler.”
“But where is this place?” Asked Nite. “What is this land?”
“This is Byrendell,” explained the gateman, “The center point in the world of Shade.”
“Shade?” Nite asked. “I have never heard of any place called Shade.”
“You need to go to the inn,” said the gateman, “There, they will feed you and give you a warm bed in which to rest.”
“Thank you kind sir,” said Nite, “for all your help.”
“Any time you need help, just ask. Everyone here in Byrendell is at your service,” expressed the gateman. “But I must ask you, what do those letters on your golden cuffs mean, Sdw?” He asked.
“It means Shadow,” said Nite. “I remember, that was the name of my ship. MY ship. I am the captain of the Shadow.”
Nitemare began to remember a little more. He remembered the Shadow crashing. He remembered being off course and crashing… And seeing a mountain through the fire on the front of the ship… Fireball. Crash. Mountain. How do you crash a ship into a mountain when there is no ocean anywhere close? The Shadow wasn't sailing in the ocean… The Shadow was… Flying through space…
“Shadow?” Asked the gateman. “I know little of the ships that sail the seas of Shade,” he explained.
“Thank you sir. You have been kind and helped me greatly,” said Nite. “You will never be forgotten.”
“You’re welcome,” said the gateman. “May I ask your name?”
“Nitemare. I am Nitemare of Shadow.” Said Nite...
Waking from his dread slumber, looking, listening, Nitemare now had to figure out what had happened. The last of his memory to remain was of being on a ship of some kind. He had never seen this land before. It seemed strange. Mystical almost. A thick fog appeared to be heading towards him as if it were trying to devour him. There were things he had never seen scurrying around in the mist. Troublesome things. Things like one would dream about but never see in reality.
"What is this place?" he thought to himself, careful not to make a sound. "Where am I? What happened?" he tried to remember. This land seemed to be primitive and void of any substantial human existence. The air smelled clean, but had the chill of death wandering through it.
"I can't stay here long." he thought,” I must find shelter before I get trapped in this fog."
Wandering aimlessly through the valley, he noticed something lying on the ground in front of him. Something that looked as if it were once living. Cautiously he moved closer to inspect. What he saw terrified him. A hand. A giant, hairy hand. No doubt severed from a giant, hairy body. Still clutched in this hand was a large wooden club. Spikes protruding from the top portion. Blood, not blood like his own, but almost blue, stained the terrible weapon.
"This is not right!" He thought to himself. Needing some way to protect himself, he pried the club from the cold, dead, massive fingers. Upon further inspection he noticed more things. What appeared to be armor on the ground. Like the old boiled leather armor he had read about as a child. He found a heavy wooden shield perched nearby. On this shield were the remnants of an arm. A human arm. Pulled from its warm socket and discarded like so much trash.
"I have to find a place to secure myself,” he thought. "I have to figure out what happened to get me here."
He found himself to be thinking like a man of some military training or something. He remembered the ship. The ship. But what ship? There was no water around here. He remembered working aboard a ship until... What? Something horrible went wrong on this ship. That much he could remember with certainty. But where was the rest of the crew? Did they abandon him to die? No. He was alone on this ship. But why?
In the distance he could make out what looked like a town. Not knowing whether to approach this place or not, he decided that he must see if this was a friendly place or not. Maybe someone there could tell him what happened to his ship and how to get back home. But that seemed doubtful. This place looked like nothing he had ever seen.
The sign in front of him read "Byrendell, Welcome Travelers." As he approached this town he noticed that he saw no travelers. He saw no one. He came to a large gate with a heavy iron ball hanging from a door cut into the bottom of it like a knocker or something. He drew the ball back and let it go. It hit the door with a loud hollow thud. A man opened the door. An older, humble looking man.
“ Please come in,” he said, “you look as if you could use a hot meal and some sleep.”
“ Yes.” Said Nitemare. “And I need some help.”
The town looked empty. Almost deserted. Some shops and a pub sat at the northern end of town. A fountain in the middle. This place appeared to be old. Old to him. Medieval maybe. Swords? Shields? What was this place?
“Can you help me sir?” asked Nitemare. “I need to know where I am. And how I got here.”
“You are in Byrendell,” said the gateman. “As for how you got here, I would not know. Do you not remember?”
“No sir, I do not.” Nite replied. “All I remember is waking up on the ground over by that mountain to the East.”
“Hmmm…” Explained the gateman, ”That is where the fireball crashed last night.”
“Fireball?” Asked Nite. “Yes,” said the gateman, “Last night a huge fireball fell through the sky. And it exploded into the side of that mountain.”
“What about my ship?” Asked Nite. “Have you seen a ship?”
“Ship? Around here?” Laughed the man. “There is no sea in which to sail a ship this far north.”
“I have no money.” Said Nitemare. “How can I ask you to let me stay here?”Nitemare asked reluctantly.
“In Byrendell you need no gold to rest or eat.” Answered the gateman. “Only the shops charge gold for services here. This is a place of rest for the weary traveler.”
“But where is this place?” Asked Nite. “What is this land?”
“This is Byrendell,” explained the gateman, “The center point in the world of Shade.”
“Shade?” Nite asked. “I have never heard of any place called Shade.”
“You need to go to the inn,” said the gateman, “There, they will feed you and give you a warm bed in which to rest.”
“Thank you kind sir,” said Nite, “for all your help.”
“Any time you need help, just ask. Everyone here in Byrendell is at your service,” expressed the gateman. “But I must ask you, what do those letters on your golden cuffs mean, Sdw?” He asked.
“It means Shadow,” said Nite. “I remember, that was the name of my ship. MY ship. I am the captain of the Shadow.”
Nitemare began to remember a little more. He remembered the Shadow crashing. He remembered being off course and crashing… And seeing a mountain through the fire on the front of the ship… Fireball. Crash. Mountain. How do you crash a ship into a mountain when there is no ocean anywhere close? The Shadow wasn't sailing in the ocean… The Shadow was… Flying through space…
“Shadow?” Asked the gateman. “I know little of the ships that sail the seas of Shade,” he explained.
“Thank you sir. You have been kind and helped me greatly,” said Nite. “You will never be forgotten.”
“You’re welcome,” said the gateman. “May I ask your name?”
“Nitemare. I am Nitemare of Shadow.” Said Nite...