Solivagus

Rotating wildly, trying to escape, The book was firmly clasped, In two wizened hands of esteem, Whilst all the wizards gasped. And sucking hungrily, flashing white, Absorbing the air around, Dragging force into its whirl, The startled spell was bound. With ceremonious strength, The wizard tore the page, Ripping it into shreds, And burning it in sage. The spell had been so evil, The world was split in half, No one had ever thought about, The deadly aftermath. Alive again and breathing flame, A rising ferocious hound, The wizards stopped to stare, They were simply spellbound.

I was wrapped in darkness, finding comfort in its embrace. When I was cold I surrounded myself in a blanket of anger. Anger against myself, my life, my very being. Rage kept me going when my body started to weaken. I hated the way my body responded when hurt or damaged; my hatred sustained me through those times, toughening me, strengthening me. I shut all other emotions away. Foolish ideals for foolish people. I locked them away in the deepest corner of my mind, locked them tightly with bonds of the pure disgust I had for them. I was safe. Protected. Strong. And then the light came, tearing my cloak to shreds. Ripping it asunder and unlocking the door where my other emotions were stored. Tears ran down my face. They began as tears of pain as the searing ray struck down wall after wall of my mind. The tears slowly became those of joy as I experienced the emotions I had avoided for so long. The light was that of love. But now I am weak. No matter how much I try I can't shake off the light, can't lock my emotions away as I had done before. Now I am at the mercy of emotions long forgotten, and for the first time in my life I am afraid. I only hope that the light is enough to keep me safe...

Something REAL bad needs to happen to the git who fired him just 'cause he got a bit upset Get many dragons in Peachtree?

Heinrich’s head reeled as the other boy's fist made contact with the side of his face. Around him he could hear the boy's friends laughing and jeering, urging their friend to greater lengths. Suddenly something in Heinrich snapped. He felt a deep stirring inside him, something dark and mysterious. Slowly he straightened and turned to face the boy who had hit him. The boy sneered at the look of determination that had come across Heinrich’s face. "Look boys," he called to his friends. "This pathetic wimp's got some spirit still in him after all!" The other boys laughed foolishly with their leader. Giving himself over to the power he felt building in him, Heinrich screamed forth his rage. Blue fire burst suddenly from the boy's skin. Screaming in agony the boy desperately tried to beat out the flames but Heinrich knew he could not. The boy’s friends began to quickly back away from him, but it was too late for them as well. Heinrich felt his hands rise of their own accord, curving into claws. Blue fire shot from them, arcing from one boy to the next, setting them all aflame and slamming them to the ground with the full force of his anger. Suddenly Heinrich regained control of himself. What had he done? He looked around at the screaming boys and saw the fire surrounding them die as his own guilt and fear drowned out his anger. The boys quickly ran from him, fearing him now, but Heinrich paid them no attention. The use of magic, for he could not deny what he had just used had been magic, was strictly forbidden against the use of another human being. He had to get out of the town. He had to run before more people arrived. He had to escape. Now! His eyes wide with silent horror Heinrich relived his first use of magic as the shade burrowed into his mind. Slowly the image faded, and another appeared in its place. He recognised the time, and he recognised the place. The shade drew him onward. The grandmaster smiled kindly down at Heinrich, although doubts still formed inside his breast. This boy, for to someone who had lived as long as he had could count twenty-five as being the age of a boy, had the use of magic after all. Although Heinrich had mastered it, had gained his control over the magic through sheer strength of will, there was still the possibility of it escaping. Pushing his doubts aside the Grandmaster placed the amulet of the Order of Witch Hunters around Heinrich’s neck. "You are sealed to us now. Sealed to us in mind and heart and soul for all eternity. May your strength protect the innocent." Heinrich’s reply was solemn "I will work to destroy evil, until it destroys me." With that all the Witch Hunters solemnly repeated the oath that had been created and sustained since the Order had been founded. The grandmaster asked the question to each witch hunter gathered in the room, and they answered immediately, the oath burned into their very souls and their voices seeming to make the room's walls tremble. "What is it to be a witch hunter?" "To toil endlessly against the dark." "What is it we cannot forget?" "We are all one step away from the Pit." "Who then are we to judge and condemn?" "The death of innocents is far better than the survival of the damned." "Do we bear our burden lightly?" "Fate is a force we dare not ignore." "What then will be our reward?" "We ask for none, and none is received." "When can we ever stop?" "When the cold grave eternal calls us to rest." Heinrich's eyes began to stream with tears as he felt the sheer joy it had brought him to finally be accepted into the Order, despite his magical abilities. He remembered the pride he had felt on receiving the amulet, and felt the shade reflect his emotions, proud that his ancestor had overcome his difficulties. But still the magic delved, and yet another image appeared. "Heinrich Kemmler, you have been accused of the practice, research and teaching of magic. This heinous crime is punishable only by death. Have you anything to say in your defence?" The grandmaster said this all this in a calm and stern voice, but his eyes reflected the revulsion he felt towards the creature that stood before him. He had known it. Despite Heinrich's claims and supposed proof that he had mastered the magic he was still obsessed with it, still willing to practice the very force that had caused the ruining of the world in the last age of humankind. Heinrich answered angrily. "You have all seen the plague covering this land! I am one of the few of you supposed "keepers of the trust" to have left this castle and gone in search of the evil that pollutes the land!" There were angry mutters from the assembled witch hunters but this only served to fuel Heinrich’s hatred at their cowardice. His face turned red with anger as he continued. "You sit here talking about the plague, discussing and arguing while I am the only one to do anything to try and stop it! I will use whatever powers I posses, whatever skills I must use in order to cleanse this land!" "You believe you know more than us?" Bellowed the grandmaster, losing his calm that he began the trial with. "You have been with us just two years and you are arrogant enough to suppose you know more? Magic is an aberration, a curse!" Heinrich turned away from the muttering witch hunters to face the grandmaster once more. "I have looked deep into our records, reading books that have not been read for years." His voice was calm and steady as he forced himself to keep his emotions in check. "I have read how my ancestor Mordan Kemmler, the founder of this order had control of magic himself, and of how he used it to keep the balance of the world." "And look where it took him!" Roared the grandmaster. “Eternal damnation in Goroth! Suffering to the end of his days in the deepest pits of hell!" The yells of the witch hunters rose again, agreeing fervently with the grandmaster, all of them against Heinrich. "If that is what you truly believe then I must leave you,” replied Heinrich. "You are no longer the men that my ancestor intended." Heinrich turned to go, but the grandmaster yelled at him to stay and the witch hunters began to close around him. "You cannot escape us! You are to be imprisoned for life! You will be left there to rot until death takes you, and then you will rot in the pit of Goroth!" Heinrich, seeing no other way out, drew upon his magic, cloaking himself in blue fire and stalking from the room. "Stop him!" yelled the grandmaster, but those who dared to come to close were burned alive by the magic that Heinrich had formed to shield himself. Those who saw Heinrich pass, but were not brave enough to attempt to prevent his exit, saw the amulet placed around his neck on his entry to the Order begin to glow white, growing so bright that any who looked for too long were blinded. Chaos reigned in the hall but Heinrich ignored it, leaving the chamber with his head bowed and his face reflecting a mixture of anger and sadness. He had failed in his duty, and there was now only one place for him to go. He would have to go to the Lake of the Dead, confess his failure to the shade of his ancestor and hope that the shade could help him in his task to preserve the balance of life. Heinrich’s tears of joy had turned to those of self-remorse, the pain of his failure almost more than he could bear. "HEAR ME ANCESTOR" Heinrich looked up as the shade drew nearer to him. "YOU HAVE NOT FAILED. I SEE YOUR MIND AND KNOW YOU HAVE TRIED. THE FAULT IS THAT OF THE ORDER I FOUNDED. HEAR ME THEN, HEINRICH HEMMLER. HEAR ME AND KNOW WHAT YOU MUST DO." Heinrich listened to the shades words and his face whitened. How was he supposed to do what the shade asked? It was impossible! And yet he knew he must find a way. "DO NOT DESPAIR DESCENDANT OF MINE, OTHERS WILL HELP YOU IN YOUR JOURNEY. YOU WILL KNOW THEM WHEN YOU SEE THEM. I CAN HELP YOU NO MORE IN THIS WORLD. I HAVE PASSED INTO THE WORLD OF THE DEAD, AND CAN SEE ONLY GLIMPSES OF THE FUTURE. FAREWELL, AND REMEMBER YOU ARE THE ONLY HELP FOR THE RACES AND THE LAND" The water began to bubble and hiss as the shade sank slowly into the water and the mist around Heinrich began to dissipate. "Wait! I still have questions to ask!" But Heinrich’s cries went unanswered; the shade had vanished back into the lake. Weary in heart and mind, Heinrich left the lake behind him and started on his journey.

The shade stretched out an ethereal hand. It's hollow voice rolled out across the water. As it spoke the voices clawing at Heinrich's mind ceased their screaming, and seemed to retreat towards the shade. "WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME?" Heinrich made sure he kept his eyes focused on where the face of the shade would have been when it was alive. He knew that showing any sign of weakness now could be fatal. "Everywhere among the lands demons and dark creatures roam. The rivers turn black and the ground begins to shrivel. The order of the Witch Hunters, which you formed, is not what it was. It sits there and squabbles, forgetting its purpose in life. They discuss, talk and..." The shriek that came from the hood of the shade made Heinrich falter. It reverberated inside his head, and for the first time he wondered if he had been mistaken to perform this act. "MY ORDER HAS TURNED TO THIS? MY ORDER TALKS AND DOES NOT ACT? AND YOU, MY ANCESTOR, YOU HAVE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN?" Even though the voice remained hollow and emotionless, Heinrich could feel the waves of anger emanating from the spectre before him. "Shade of my ancestor, there is nothing I can do. Those who taught me the magic, to preserve the balance, have been destroyed. There remains only me! One man, however strong, to take up the fight! I do as much as I can against the creatures of darkness, but still it is not enough. Shade, I ask for your help. How may I serve the lands?" Heinrich suppressed a wave of relief as he felt the shades anger reduce into something akin to what could only be described as understanding. "OPEN YOUR MIND TO ME. LET ME VIEW THE TRUTH." Heinrich didn't hesitate. He knew this was needed, knew that his mere words could not persuade the shade of the true horror the land faced. He dropped the barriers he had formed in his mind and felt a cold shiver pass through him as tendrils of the shades essence passed into it, searching and hunting for the information it needed. As the shade probed, not only the present was brought back to Heinrich's mind, but his past as well.

Is there really such a thing as an "unimportant" crime? If there is, how do you tell the difference between important and unimportant?

Heinrich drew the black cloak tightly about his tall frame, holding it against the wind as he looked out across the deep, dark waters of the lake. The amulet of his order, the amulet of Witch Hunters, shone in the pale moonlight. At one time that name had meant something. At one time Witch Hunters were both honoured and respected, held in awe and fear, but not anymore. Except for him of course. Heinrich smiled grimly. They all feared him, even though they tried to hide it behind strained laughter and nervous jokes. Everyone through out the lands that knew his name feared him. It wasn't just his size, although his seven feet and way of carrying himself always caused discomfort amongst others. It was what the rumours said about him that scared them It was rumoured he had control over dark magic, that he could give life and take it away, that he could summon shades to help him and bring the dead to life to serve him. Heinrich smiled grimly, some of those rumours were true. Slowly he raised his arms to the sky. Clouds began to form, dark and forbidding, blocking out the light of the moon. A mist began to form, seeming to rise from the very ground itself. It rose over and above him, encompassing only himself and the lake, shutting away the rest of the world from what he intended to do this night. His head tipped slightly and he slowly began to chant in his slow, deep voice the incantation that would call forth the shades of the dead. The black lake began gently lapping against its rim, moving without the aid of the wind; slowly forming a pool of darkness in its centre. It twisted and writhed like a live thing, as if trying to break free of the prison that the words of magic Heinrich chanted built around it. Sweat began to break out on Heinrich's forehead as the wails of the dead clawed at the walls he had built around his mind, trying to drive him insane. The amulet he wore began to glow softly, the words "Es nil hesrl", pulsating in the light it produced. In the language of the old world they meant, "I'm not worthy", and they had been the motto of his order since it was founded. Heinrich roughly pushed those thoughts away from him; he could not afford their distractions now. In one great sweep of his arms he brought his fists down, and as he did so a beam of light shot from his amulet into the centre of the pool. A shade began to appear in the cage he had formed and despite his resolve a shiver of fear ran down his spine. The whirlpool was a portal to the world of the dead, "Goroth" in the ancient tongue. And the shade was that of his ancestor, founder of the Order, Mordan Kemmler. He had answered his descendant’s summons...

Solivagus shrugs-well, if you don't have someone low you'll never get high will ya Anyway, I only meant I hate doing things in a hurry.

Want to bet?

Solivagus sighs and scrawls mclernon_richard@hotmail.com on a piece of paper, then tosses it to the reptillian creature infront of him. "Hope this is the last I have to do for a bit. I'll remember the water though..."

What in blazes do all those E's mean?

Reading what you said it can't be "soul's" as this means soul is. I think I should've put Souls'

It is based upon what I found in Talesin (not sure if i spealt that right) where the boy first encounters his awen

Heinrich walked steadily onward, through the dank, musty tunnel that he knew to be the creatures lair. The demon believed himself safe, believed himself invulnerable here in its own land. But it was wrong. Heinrich had a secret, kept from the very witch hunters guild itself. If anyone in the guild discovered his secret then he, Heinrich Joran would be put up for trial himself. Heinrich had the power of sorcerey. He sent tendrils of his power out now...searching, seeking. Across the floor his lines of power travelled, along the walls and even across the cieling, for he knew the abilities of this form of creature. Suddenly his lines came into contact with the creature-there, hidden the crevice off to his left. Carefull not to change his pace he moved on, resisting the urge to turn back and flee. Even though he was certain of his abilkities, even though he was sure he could defeat this creature he still feared it. He knew he was only mortal, whatever powers he posessed. Gathering his enchantments about him, he strode onward.

Sometimes? I feel it every day. The day I stop feeling like that is the day I die.

The demon watched the witch hunter approach, red eyes narrowed in hate. For days he had been tracked by the accursed human, now it was finally time to be rid of him. Slowly the creature began to summon its magic to him. Dark tendrils of power began to curl ‘round it’s misshapen body, around its twisted limbs and slowly gathering and forming in its clawed hands. He had waited so long for this moment, waited so long until the foolish mortal had made the mistake of tracking it too far from his pathetic gods, too far from their pathetic protection. The demon prepared to leap… There, part 1 of something or other. Maybe I'll eventually come up with some names for the things.

Write another poem...delete the ones on other sites...the things Sas gets me into.

I only read this topic after I had posted all the work I had done onto the boards, having been told to do so by Nobody. That kind of makes me shaky as to whether pasting the same poem in a different topic counts but I'll do it anyway. By the way, my poems are on a number of different sites under different names due to the fact I keep changing E-Mail address due to spam. PLEASE nobody pointing out the obvious! Life is a prison, Oh God let me out. No one to listen, To hear when you shout. Climb the walls of insanity, Ride the waves of despair. If you fall it don't matter, There's no one to care. Used to wish for a window, To see birds, trees and sky, But you're better without one - Stops you aiming too high. Watching freedom is painful, For those locked away. Seeing joy, love and happiness, Another price that you pay. Strong is good, weak is bad. Be it false, be it true. Your mind makes the choice, And enforces it too. Cell walls built by society, With rules to adhere. If you breach the acceptable, You had better beware. Hide the pain, carry on, Routine is the key. Don't let on that you're not, What you're pretending to be. Lock it all up inside you, How badly that bodes. Look out for that one day, When it all just explodes. Leaving naught but a shell, Base functionality too. But killing all else, That was uniquely you. So how do you grow, With a timebomb inside? Or how to defuse it, Without destroying its ride? You can't.

Life is a prison, Oh God let me out. No one to listen, To hear when you shout. Climb the walls of insanity, Ride the waves of despair. If you fall it don't matter, There's no one to care. Used to wish for a window, To see birds, trees and sky, But you're better without one - Stops you aiming too high. Watching freedom is painful, For those locked away. Seeing joy, love and happiness, Another price that you pay. Strong is good, weak is bad. Be it false, be it true. Your mind makes the choice, And enforces it too. Cell walls built by society, With rules to adhere. If you breach the acceptable, You had better beware. Hide the pain, carry on, Routine is the key. Don't let on that you're not, What you're pretending to be. Lock it all up inside you, How badly that bodes. Look out for that one day, When it all just explodes. Leaving naught but a shell, Base functionality too. But killing all else, That was uniquely you. So how do you grow, With a timebomb inside? Or how to defuse it, Without destroying its ride? You can't.

Harsh words & violent blows Hidden secrets nobody knows Eyes are open, hands are fisted Deep inside I'm warped & twisted So many tricks & so many lies Too many whens & too many whys Nobody special, nobody gifted I'm just me, warped & twisted Sleeping awake & choking on a dream Listening loudly to a silent scream Call my mind, the number's unlisted Lost in someone so warped & twisted On my knees, alive but dead Look at the invisible blood I've bled I'm not gone, my mind has drifted Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow Today's just yesterday's tomorrow The sun died out, the ashes sifted I'm still here, warped & twisted

Sorry for all I’ve done, I won't get in your way. and by the time you read this, On my death bed I’ll lay. I'm worthless and lonely, So I think this is for the best. I needed to kill myself, and put myself at rest. Not like anyone will care, Or anyone will bother. I was just a silly kid, who was hated by his mother. I do not want a funeral, Don't go the expense. Just chuck me away in the rubbish, You know that it makes sense. Give all my stuff to the poor, and burn all the pictures of me. I don't want anyone to know, That I’ve been so cowardly.

I was a flame, Flaming in fire, I was a hare, Hiding in briar, I was a drop, Running in the rain, I was a scythe, Slicing the grain. Axe and Tree, Ship and sea, Naught that lives, Is strange to me. I was a beggar, Pleading a meal, I was a warrior, Sword of steel, I was a falcon, Flying high, I was a deer, Scampering by. Axe and tree, Ship and sea, Naught that lives, Is strange to me.

Life is so dark, because there’s no light, Because years ago, the human race lost the fight, And over time, we knew we'd disappear, But how could we know we’d be taken by fear? We've fought life so much, to find ways to survive, Now that is all ending, we are all cursed to die. Just how much suffering, can the universe take? I think that creation was just a mistake, Seems just like yesterday, man was doing well, But today we've created a lonely hell. I wish that someone, could save us from fate, But looking around, its clearly too late. There's no such thing as family, or even friends, Not a soul will care, the day the world ends. We are all just too tired, we gave all that we could, It is never enough, because we felt more then we should. There always was hope, until we fell too low, Friends and family became strangers, there's nowhere to go. Existence is hollow, there's far too much pride, Everything is empty, nothing's left deep inside. Truth to be told, the fight has been lost, Evil has purchased our souls without a cost. Frustration is building, I hear failure calling All of mankind is now merely falling.

He wants to know, why they laugh He wants to pave, her own path He knows he hurts, but that's okay He can make, it go away He has a plan, and heads to class And looks away, from all that pass Demanding attention, he slits his wrists No one cared, he won't be missed He doesn't understand, why it's this way But now it's time, for them to pay So he turns to a boy, and points his gun Now he's killed, a mother's son Everyone screams, then tries to leave They lack the time, to even grieve He doesn't know, just what he's done When everyone turned, and tried to run He looks around, then at his hand It's time to make, his final stand He shot again, another kid fell He shed a tear, but continued to kill He doesn't care, all of it's real Now he's just, too hurt to feel The news showed up, and took aim They caught the school, and all it's pain The cops came too, they took a shot It was his throat, that it caught He grabbed his neck, then hit the floor The boy that was, is now no more Nobody knew, that boy that died They threw him out, from too much pride

Have you seen the eyes of death? Felt a souls last, painfull breath? Seen a knife plunge into skin? Seen the heart burst from within? Have you seen the dark cloaked reaper? Have you seen the dying sleeper? Have you seen the body rotting? Have you seen the red blood clotting? Have you seen things you should not? Have you seen what should be forgot? Have you seen the murder done? Have you seen people kill, and run? Have you seen the bright light fail? Have you seen the death boat sail? Have you seen the death pyre burning? Have you seen a lost love yearning? I have...