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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Jan 28, 2013 0:03:07 GMT -5
Books being read over and over, time passing as slowly as it can. Such is my fate for tempting Death with my own arrogance.
The chains never loosening against my undead body, never rusting, never letting me forget their grip. I know it has been over a thousand years but still my flesh cleans to me. Still I long to return to the living and take revenge on Mittlemarch for not bowing to it's proper ruler.How long must I suffer till I get what is due to me!
The only thing allowing me to keep my sanity is the power I feel pulsating through me as I learn more from the books given to me by death itself, but enough is enough...
My time is now, I will be slave to no one! Not even Death will keep me bound in these chains! I will not be denied!I will take vengeance on my "brother." I will destroy the filthy she elf for taking my power from me, and all of Mittlemarch will be consumed to quench my thirst for vengeance and!
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Post by Armanoth the Dracolich on Jan 28, 2013 0:39:32 GMT -5
So boring... Ever since Giggles died permentaly in Kanthea I have been guarding what remains of my army. So Pitiful really. It can bearly take over a small village, and even then the losses for drawing attention to ourselves would be devasting.
Ravenwood Cemetery has been consumed by the Greatwoods in giggles absence, our brethren in undeath have either been destroyed or hide in the soil for fear of destruction. Even the Hunger, the relentless Hunger gnaws at us every moment of our existence. The only thing greater then it, is the fear of reveling ourselves.
For I feel the death of every few who venture out for flesh. Few have tried to sate their hunger...none have succeed. The Fallen.... Once they commanded so many, their numbers in the hundreds..... now less then a handful remain.... Kanthea has been reclaimed by it's true Lords and Masters, and our reign over it all but forgotten. How Pitiful we all are.
All objects of our power have been claimed by Mittlemarch and Kanthea. Only my and my former "Master's" phylactery are with me.
Mittlemarch.... Such a glorious prize it would have been.... But only now do I see it for what it is. Not a simple city to be conquered....no.... My master was to short sighted for that. It is a city of the Truest Champions! And if they were to become ours... Not even the Greater Gods could stop us.... But alas Our master was a child wanting a wield a sword with no skill so all could call him a knight! How Foolish he was!
Mittlemarch has fought within itself, seeming to tear itself apart and become nothing more then a ruin plotted on the land. The Living seeing minior differences among each other as a reason for war.... But instead... It has risen to the challenge! It has become stronger now then ever!
My Hope to claim anything for myself has nearly fallen.... But even now...I hear that demons and others are coming. I hear tales of heroes buckling...and I hear in these past two years that there may yet be hope for me to have some fun with these foolish mortals ... all in good time, for that is all I have left....
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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Jan 28, 2013 0:41:49 GMT -5
OOC Decided to bring Giggles back. Nothing major, haven't earned that right yet. But as a character I want him to mature a little before he does anything as stupid as he did before. This is also my way of getting back into dag. Tired of not being apart of you guys for over a year and I want back in. This is a open RP so any thoughts or ideas just ask! Night all!
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Post by Giggles "Adguin" on Jan 30, 2013 21:31:55 GMT -5
The last book... Finally I had read all that my Master had set out before me. Finally I could return to the land of the living, and vengeance on the decedents of Mittlemarch!
Surrounded by total Darkness, except for the single ever burning candle, I waited. Soon enough Death came out,slowly from the darkness and looked down upon me.
"My Master, I have learned much. Both in what I have learned from the knowledge you have imparted to me, and from my punishment for not being humble before The One Master.
"And though I know I can learn even more here, one thousand excruciating years have passed. Please! I beg of you! Release these chains so that I may speared undeath on the mortals yet again!"
A long silence passed. With his skeletal face I could not read him, but he made it clear what my fate would be in a instant. For I heard the sound that sent me into this prison. Death was laughing, in the cruelest way. "YOU HAVE LEARNED NOTHING! You think the one thousand years have passed? You fo-"
"I KNOW IT HAS!" I yelled in frustration and protest. "I may no longer have my breathes to feel air fill my lungs every moment. Or the beating of my heart to speared the warmth of life through my being. But I know in my bones that the time ha passed! Release me! Please!"
I felt the back of His hand slap me across the face as I fell to the ground. "It has been one thousand years in MY Kingdom! But on the mortal plane less then 3 years have passed! I never said which order of time I was going to follow!"
The shock of the hit made it to where I could hardly register what he was saying, but I understood none the less....
'Please....let me go.... I'll do whatever it takes......"
Silence passed but i felt the chains loosen around me until I was set free.
"Now you are free, Giggles the Lich King. Find your own damn way out!"
With that, death departed as though he was merely fog on a hot day. I was surrounded by total Darkness and knew what He meant... I was free.... but with out help I was trapped in the realm of death...
I just lay on the ground, trying to think on what I had to do to be truly free....
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