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LordRapthorne

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PostedMay 12, 2012 5:26 am

A Dark Encounter

Just a short little experimental piece I pt together. Tell me what you think

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A Dark Encounter

Recurve was excited, newly chosen as a Messenger of the Sprite Kings and fresh on the shores of Blue Bay after making a name for himself on the small island of Siwa, he was determined to reach Kaslow and report in to Owen and start making a difference in the world.

On his way through the Plains, heading towards Kaslow, he heard a gibbering, muttering sound. By now he was used to seeing the various deer, sunbirds and less-than-friendly wolves in the plains, but this certainly didnít sound like any of those. After taking cover in some foliage, Recurve began looking for the source of the strange noise, and then he found it.
What seemed to be a deformed green man was seemingly muttering to himself in that high pitched gibber that he had heard. This must be one of the goblins that he had heard had camp here, but while the little green man was intriguing, it was what he had under his arm that held our Messengerís attention.

It was a beautiful, intricately detailed box made of some mysterious blue material that emanated a brilliant glow from itís top. It was so detailed and beautiful; Recurve felt an almost overwhelming need to open the unusual container. Suddenly he heard a growl from behind him, in his captivation by the box he had let a wily wolf sneak up on him. He, almost reluctantly, tore his gaze from the goblin and his wonderful box to deal with the unwelcome attacker.

Three arrows from his quiver later, the wolf was no longer an issue. Recurve turned back to look for the little goblin and itís cargo again, but didnít see him anywhere. He started almost desperately looking back and forth, wishing he could see that box once again, until something on the ground a little way ahead caught his eye. It was the same glow as the box gave out.
Could it be? Was luck on his side? He raced to the source of the glow as fast as he could.
There it was, the beautiful, tempting box. Recurve reached out slowly, hesitant now the moment to act was upon him, yet unable to resist the sheer force of curiosity that was driving him and pulled on what he hoped was the lid.

Suddenly, foul, acrid smoke started pouring from the box. The smoke seemed thick enough to almost be a liquid, and began collecting and gathering, shifting and changing, becoming more solid. The smoky substance assumed the shape of what might be a person, with each second gaining more solidarity and detail.
The form shifted, and suddenly there it stood, whatever it was. A huge, hulking form with pale, dead looking flesh and pure white eyes with no pupil or iris, a warped and twisted looking thing that could have been human at one point. The most prominent aspect of the creature however, was the large, black crystal embedded in itís back. It seemed to absorb all the light around it. He recalled some of the warning words of Babama from Siwa of corrupted Messengers, he had discarded it as the ramblings of an old man at the time, but could it be? Was this hideous monster once like him? A Messenger of the sprites, warped and twisted by the evil influence of the dark sprites? He had heard rumours of the dark sprites and their twisted ways, but to think that it could cause a Messenger to turn in to this twisted, tortured beast was almost unbelievable.

The corrupted Messenger seemed to look in to his eyes using itís own soulless white voids.

Suddenly, and without warning, it charged...

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drakonusz

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PostedMay 12, 2012 7:02 am

Re: A Dark Encounter

LordRapthorne wrote:
Just a short little experimental piece I pt together. Tell me what you think

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A Dark Encounter

Recurve was excited, newly chosen as a Messenger of the Sprite Kings and fresh on the shores of Blue Bay after making a name for himself on the small island of Siwa, he was determined to reach Kaslow and report in to Owen and start making a difference in the world.

On his way through the Plains, heading towards Kaslow, he heard a gibbering, muttering sound. By now he was used to seeing the various deer, sunbirds and less-than-friendly wolves in the plains, but this certainly didnít sound like any of those. After taking cover in some foliage, Recurve began looking for the source of the strange noise, and then he found it.
What seemed to be a deformed green man was seemingly muttering to himself in that high pitched gibber that he had heard. This must be one of the goblins that he had heard had camp here, but while the little green man was intriguing, it was what he had under his arm that held our Messengerís attention.

It was a beautiful, intricately detailed box made of some mysterious blue material that emanated a brilliant glow from itís top. It was so detailed and beautiful; Recurve felt an almost overwhelming need to open the unusual container. Suddenly he heard a growl from behind him, in his captivation by the box he had let a wily wolf sneak up on him. He, almost reluctantly, tore his gaze from the goblin and his wonderful box to deal with the unwelcome attacker.

Three arrows from his quiver later, the wolf was no longer an issue. Recurve turned back to look for the little goblin and itís cargo again, but didnít see him anywhere. He started almost desperately looking back and forth, wishing he could see that box once again, until something on the ground a little way ahead caught his eye. It was the same glow as the box gave out.
Could it be? Was luck on his side? He raced to the source of the glow as fast as he could.
There it was, the beautiful, tempting box. Recurve reached out slowly, hesitant now the moment to act was upon him, yet unable to resist the sheer force of curiosity that was driving him and pulled on what he hoped was the lid.

Suddenly, foul, acrid smoke started pouring from the box. The smoke seemed thick enough to almost be a liquid, and began collecting and gathering, shifting and changing, becoming more solid. The smoky substance assumed the shape of what might be a person, with each second gaining more solidarity and detail.
The form shifted, and suddenly there it stood, whatever it was. A huge, hulking form with pale, dead looking flesh and pure white eyes with no pupil or iris, a warped and twisted looking thing that could have been human at one point. The most prominent aspect of the creature however, was the large, black crystal embedded in itís back. It seemed to absorb all the light around it. He recalled some of the warning words of Babama from Siwa of corrupted Messengers, he had discarded it as the ramblings of an old man at the time, but could it be? Was this hideous monster once like him? A Messenger of the sprites, warped and twisted by the evil influence of the dark sprites? He had heard rumours of the dark sprites and their twisted ways, but to think that it could cause a Messenger to turn in to this twisted, tortured beast was almost unbelievable.

The corrupted Messenger seemed to look in to his eyes using itís own soulless white voids.

Suddenly, and without warning, it charged...  


Ohhh! Nice story! I mants more! Give me more awesome story!

phtshadowg

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PostedMay 14, 2012 2:12 am

Nice Job

Wow, as expected from LordRapthorne. ^^ Keep it up! I'll be looking forward to more of your work. Actually, I'm writing one myself too, but it's not in English (lol)
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Sakura10Sands

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PostedSep 17, 2012 8:07 pm
pretty interesting nice job :3

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