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Thread: Single Post Short Stories
Consis
Consis


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Legendary Hero
Of Ruby
posted July 15, 2004 03:37 AM
Edited By: Consis on 22 Aug 2004

Single Post Short Stories

The Dead Riseth

The sky was gray. The air seemed old. They looked off over the barren flatlands. The captain squinted to see if he could make out what lay upon the distant horizon. Far off in the distance, tiny specks of flooded down from the great plateau. It was quiet. He looked to each of his flanks and measured the lasting strength of his allies. Quietly, they waited for his signal to return to the fighting. Many soldiers choked and coughed on the dust that had risen from the blasted bones of the fallen. It was a waste of desolation.

Where was the hope? Who would stop the slain from rising again? The first few waves of the dead took their toll. And it was theirs to take. With each passing, the strong grew weary. The men waited, looked, and listened for the clouds to part and let the sun shine through. But not glimmer of light nor ray of hope was shed for the battle-hardened restless.

The captain removed his dirty soot covered helmet. He dropped his gauntlet, raised his hand to his head and wiped the sweat from his beaten brow. "When will it end?" He said to himself. He looked down the rows and columns of men who were all but exhausted from staving off wave upon wave of raised abominable diseased-ridden carcasses. He thought of home. His mind wandered and he imagined the wives of the many soldiers who'd sworn allegiance in defeating this terror. He thought of the hundreds of different dishes prepared in customary delight of the returned protectors. "There must be more families than I could ever possibly imagine. The little children who run to their fathers when they see them come home. Gloom is upon us. We are doomed when the clouds reach the fallen again. Six nights have we held them back but this is the last time I fear."

Flags flew in the musky breeze that brought the evil wind forward and toward another onslaught of mindless legions creeping forward to destroy them all.

A horn sounded far off in the distance! The enemy was in sight once again yet not to the captain's eyes. He did not need to see them to know they were coming. He recovered his gauntlet, stood, and donned his helmet. He looked to both sides and raised his flag. "Arms ready!" The command was echoed and repeated down the line while the last armies of living earth rose to meet the next and most likely final challenge.

He looked and waited. Among the rising billowing clouds of darkness spewing forth from the ground he could scarcely make out the figures of what he had feared and expected. They marched dreadfully forward with no body. The skeletons of the countless thousands whom death had claimed in one form or another. They marched forward to kill them all.

The captain mounted his horse and rode down the ranks addressing the men for what was probably the last time. He peered into each of their eyes and glared with conviction! He cried out, "You know why you have come! It is you who will keep your families safe from this evil! Fight for your children, for your friends, for your neighbors, and to keep them all alive!" The tired and brave soldiers responded with vigor, "Fight!"

He knew in his heart that this may be the end but at least it would be an end worth fighting for. It may be that the time they acrued from this final battle would be enough to help the counsel. Without knowing whether the counsel had perished or become lost they would never know. The only way would be if the sun showed its graceful face upon the land once again. But alas, all was still dark and gloomy, and neither had the wind changed for favorable direction to push the death clouds away from the city they so valiantly protected.

On they came, the dead attacked with unrelenting masses. Screams, cries of pain, bones of crushing, and horns of glory blew well into what seemed like the night of a horrible nightmare.
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barbarian
barbarian


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posted July 15, 2004 04:00 AM

good idea making stories like this instead of the other way, here i could follow the story more easely and i liked it , on the other way well the story is kinda without anything if u put it together makes no since, but nice story consis .
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Consis
Consis


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Legendary Hero
Of Ruby
posted July 15, 2004 04:31 AM
Edited By: Consis on 22 Aug 2004

My Share

Space was infinite, unfathomable, and who really cared? Spike didn't care. Here he was, about 7,000 kilometers from the nearest patrol ship simply leaning back and staring at the stars, planets, whatever.

He'd smuggled his own underground version of the latest rage fest back on Earth. He thought it was easy being a pilot. To him, being paid never felt so worthwhile. "In life, as short as a human's may be, what else is there to live for besides women? Ok, music was it too." He thought to himself.

The transmitter went off beeping that annoying sound that really interrupted his best songs. His way of dealing with the sound was to kick it as hard as he could and hope the tranceiver would be damaged beyond repair. But to no avail, all it did was activate the loud speaker. He had his music vloume turned all the way, not like anyone in space could hear right? Unfortunately for him, his captain's voice came through on about fifty different audible wave lengths! He jumped from his reclining position and bumped his head on the glass bubble that enclosed his pilot's capsule.

He rubbed his head with anger and frustration as he tried to respond to his commanding officer with some small amount of respect, "Yes sir! What is it?" The captain replied, "Our long range sensors are showing position as unmoved. We thought to check in and hear your report."

Spike sighed with discontent and total annoyment, "Sir, petty officer first class Mark Woods reports no sign of the enemy nor any suspicious activity from this post, over." The command secretery responded in a feminine voice, "rojer and check on no sign lieutenant."

Spike leaned back to his reclining position in the seat of his small cabin area and rolled his eyes while kicking the switch off. "Don't they have anything better to do than to bother me? I'm busy relaxing. Only three more months of this garbage and the Martian pubs won't know what hit them. The pay from this monotonous life is worth it. But no, heh heh heh, I wanna be a hero." He stretched his arms back behind his head and closed his eyes while slowly cranking the volume back up on his pirated music from earth. "That's right Earth, pretty soon you'll ole Spike back in San Fransisco with the loot I'll win on Mars."

He was a gambler, a selfish futuristic sellsword willing to sell his youthful adventurous spirit to the highest paying planetary alliance. Mars and Earth were at odds at the moment but Spike knew he could get past customs after carefully losing his military membership for gambling in the Mars casinos.

As he sat there enjoying the cold black space filled with homely tunes of the old 19th century he thought to himself, "Her name is luck or rather Apple. She's so sweet and so damn hot. The guys must be swarming like flies as popular as she is today. I remember when she was just a lounge singer. Times may change but her legs don't quit. Intergalactic popstar of technotronic new wave sounds, etc, etc, she's quite the catch. I had her once and I bet she comes around when she sees me next. Red dress, sparkling hair, and all that smile. I'd buy her a planet if only she'd marry me. Yes ma'am miss Apple, you're the one."
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gorman
gorman


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Been around since before 2003
posted July 15, 2004 04:53 AM
Edited By: gorman on 15 Jul 2004

The 2 Friends...

Ok, I guess someone didn't get the hint so I'll make it plain and clear...

Here's a true story for ya....

There were too close friends, gorman and Consis. Consis and I played Warcraft alot. It was practically a ritual for us to play at least 2 games every night. Then one day I didn't show up, I had gotten busy in life and couldn't find the time to play with my old friend Consis. Once I finally did find time...Consis didn't seem like a friend anymore. Consis seems almost like a complete stranger...he never talks to me and seemingly ignore's me for an unknown reason. I have tried to get Consis to play some Warcraft but he never would respond or anything. Whenever he did, he'd say that he was too busy, yet...later in the day, I would see him and would try to talk to Consis but as usual, he never respond's. I suppose you could say that I'm missing our good times that we've had and I would like to get Consis to see this and hopefully set up a schedule where we can play like we used to.

*sigh* Oh well. Kinda sucks to be me though in my opinion...
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Consis
Consis


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Legendary Hero
Of Ruby
posted July 15, 2004 07:43 AM
Edited By: Consis on 22 Aug 2004

She Was

My wife walked out through the door and went a few doors down the hall for something. I lay there on the bed and thought of how my life was as a dreamworld. It was good and decent. I’d worked hard and been consistent in my search for happiness. Thus far I was proud of my actions. I could almost predict the happiness I would experience in the future.

My children would grow and we’d have problems arise that we would probably confront together. I knew we would have that in common. It would be a shared experience through which we could both relate and have an understanding. “Almost too perfect”, I thought.

The door to the bedroom was open and you could hear people going about their daily routines in the building so I just lay there looking up at the ceiling wondering about life in general. The bed was comfortable and my clothes were an easy casual fit. I began to breathe in slowly and deeper and it made me relax a little more.

“Hello.” I looked up and saw a woman standing in the doorway. She was… I don’t know. She was tall with long flowing black hair. She wore a long sleek black dress that was hemmed and close to the body yet seemed to still have a kind of loseness about it. The dress went down to the middle of her shins. From there her legs looked long and slender. She was beautiful. Her face appeared to be soft and her eyes stayed half closed as if to flutter a kiss with only the lids and lashes. She came across as educated by the tone of her voice. It might have been something foreign. It was definitely gentle. It was so gentle. Her arms remained at her side as calmness emenated from her being.

I sat up in bed and asked, “who are you?  What are you…?” She stood still and said, “I came to say hello to you.” I stood up off the bed and approached her. My heart was beating like never before. I just stared into her eyes. She asked very calmly and softly, “Do you always put women so high on a pedestal that you cannot reach them?” I had never been asked that question before but I have always known the answer. It is not something I go around advertising because most women donot like to be given unfair reponsibility. I replied with a discerning look, “Well you obviously know that I donot. You are above me. Somehow you can tell that I feel that way about you. I compare myself to you and you are more beautiful and graceful and my opinion will not change.”

To this she said, “You don’t even know me how can you?” “It is obvious that you are here beyond my comprehension. You are not an associate of my wife or any of her friends and I have never met you in my life. What is so alluring about you”, I asked. She turned her head and replied, “This I will not say. If you knew then you might not want to talk to me.” I was assuredly convinced nothing was dreadful with this person standing in front of me.

“You are a woman that I know of but only in fantasy. You are so beautiful that you think it is a curse. It might have brought you misfortune in the past but I am not the type to take that path because, like the beautiful stone sculpture, I can easily put it in a very good place in my heart.” She replied, “You flatter me. How can I have a place in your heart if we have never met?”

I preached, “My heart always looks for beauty. I am the proverbial beast with my mediocre ways and consistant lifestyle.”

She smiled and walked forward to within about six inches of me. She was noticeably taller than I was now but only by about one inch. She looked deep into my eyes and held my gaze for a very long time. She said, “It is not a curse.” I replied, “What is not a curse?” “My looks. They are not a curse. I was born this way. What I am is a curse.”

I was very puzzled and inquired: “What are you?” She stepped back to the doorway and turned her head away from me to the side. “You say that your heart has found me. My eyes have found you. My eyes see more than your eyes. I can see a person for who they really are when I look at them.” I was confused but I believed her.

I started, “I am curious. Men….” She cut off my sentence; “Yes they are all attracted to me. I want more than their attraction. I want to be loved. And I want to be in love.” I sighed, “I…” Again she caught my word, “I know but you do not worship her. Will you worship me?”

My heart jumped. I felt an energy shoot through my veins. I thought of my wife whom I loved for always trusting her. I pondered, ‘what is this fiber of my being that I should want to babble on every single day about just how great this strange woman is to me. I don’t even know her name and yet it doesn’t seem to matter. I feel dangerous. I feel like this woman is dangerous to people in general.’ “Why can’t I grasp what has taken hold of me?”

She turned to look at me again and replied, “It is not your fault. You can choose to suppress these emotions and you can choose to worship me. Many give in and do not worship me but instead they adore me." She continued, "I have come to you because you carry on like a bishop in a church about his one true god. How can you simply know contentment. No one tells you nor is it written in a book to read as directions on life. I want that too. I want to be familiar and comfortable, to be 'ok' and simply exist. To me that is true love. I want the kind of true love that a man unaffected can contribute, and not by many men but only one. I have had many men beg at my feet, yet you would not. It is because of this that I want you. Already you are compelled to speak to me and you want to understand what your feelings are for me. I know you can worship me. I love you.”

I was speechless. I wondered, ‘how does she do that’. I responded, “Before I take one step I must know what this curse is.” She smiled and flirtaciously said, “I drink blood and revel in the thirst for it.” To this I was suddenly struck by nausea. I wanted to turn away from her and my stomach began to feel uneasy. She began to open her mouth as if to say something but then decided not to. She could see that I was turning green. “I…am speechless. You are a….?” She replied, “Yes.”  

I contained my emotion yet exposed my obvious confusion. "Then I suppose I shall exist confused. To what purpose what a creature like you exist? And yet here you are." She stayed her position and remained quiet. I stood there a few more minutes running through the file cabinets of my mind. I finally accepted the obvious answer. "You are......I will keep you as my fantasy. My imagination is healthy. In my mind we'll form a relationship and we might do many things of fun and wondrous value. I'll be content with that."

She responded with a look. Her eyes blinked once or twice and she resentfully responded with dissappointment. She then said, "I want......." I interrupted, "If what you say is true then you have answered your own question. Your affection towards me is strange indeed, but human none the less. You are not human and yet you want what you can't have. I do too. We all do. If I were to indulge yours or my fantasy then I would no longer be the man you seem so attracted to. My choices govern my appearance. I give you the benefit of the doubt. Take what I give you be content. Be content as I am, as you say you would like to be."

She grimaced as she heard what she, obviously, did not want to hear. She began to turn and leave as I said, "Remember it's your choices. How can you be proud if you haven't decided on anything that defines you in the way you want to be defined?"
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Consis
Consis


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Legendary Hero
Of Ruby
posted July 16, 2004 08:50 AM
Edited By: Consis on 22 Aug 2004

The Dark Princess

Gregor replied, "All of it you say? The whole bloomin thing? The entire castle is under some kind of magic spell?"

As the youthfull Duke stared directly at his contact in the Tavern he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought it must be some kind of mistake but the scraggly old man simply laughed with a snaggle-toothed grin. Some of his teeth were missing and his breath smelt of odoriferous intoxicants. But as abominable as the old man's breath was Gregor began to peer off into space deep in thought. He wondered if it were really true or some kind of a wayward story cooked up by an old drunkard.

If the story was true then he didn't know what to expect. The enchantress had killed too many townsmen to let the trangressions slip by. His sheriff had declined the job and as Duke, it was up to him to do something about this menace outside the city in her darkened castle of weaving doom.

Duke Gregor was a dashing man, standing at an average height of about six feet. His build made him quite able to handle himself in a scuffle or two with ruffians and that sort. But what he was unable to fathom was how to possibly combat an evil temptress demon woman holed up in her highly secluded castle in the rolling hills far off to the east of the city of Grayhaven.

Young though he was, peril sought him out in the form of a woman. He thought of his hatred for his mother and how she had driven his father to insanity with her trickery and adultery. She was a cold woman his mother, selfish as they come, and enough inherited wealth to purchase an entire city.

Perhaps that was it. He wondered if this was over some small dispute garnered between the city's mayor and this supposed baroness. It could very well be that she made an offer but the mayor refused.

In due time he would know the answer. Off he strode on his tanned mare armed with nothing but books, a cross, and a trusty overcoat that would protect him from the elements. The problem was though, the new danger he would face, would turn out to be an entirely new sort of evil defining its own malicious element of plot.

The rain began to fall. His horse welcomed the cool droplets. She'd become very hot from the long journey. Gregor knew she was a good horse, pat her behind the ears, and told her so. He gave her the ultimate compliment. He said, "Where would I be without you lass?" You could tell she was flattered by the slight pick up in her step. She gave a small burst of canter and shook her head in total approval. The two of them had been together for a very long time. Together they waltzed into the setting sun toward the unknown blackness that dwell within the far reaches of the enchanted castle. Together they would face her and together would they learn of what may come.
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Dingo
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posted August 13, 2004 05:13 AM

Consis are you planning on posting more?  I like how each one is written in a different style.
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted August 30, 2004 10:53 AM
Edited By: TitaniumAlloy on 30 Aug 2004

heres my morrowind story from here:

http://heroescommunity.com/viewthread.php3?FID=15&TID=12960

Kilmo was walking out in his new armour from the big City of Vivec, thinking of when he can fit in the time to kill the God Vivec, when he stumbled apon a big house.
"Ooh, shiny ones must be in there..." he grunted, feeling greedy. And itchy on his backside, but that hasnt got too much to do with anything. He trudged over, breathing heavily. The mansion had a large oak door. With one big puch, the whole building shivered, dust fell down from the supporting arch and the door fell down off its steel hinges.
"The door was OPEN, mister break everything!" Yelled another orc, clad in yellow Bonemold armor.
"Who speaking?" Kilmo demanded of the slightly beefcake looking orc. He flinched but did not move. There was another orc standing in the corner. He stepped forward.
"The question, friend, is who are YOU, to be bustin in on my masters house?" He asked suspiciously. It seems these orcs were not much more intelligent that Kilmo was.
"SHUT UP! I be Kilmo. Who you?"
"I am Jazabar gro Buznak. Knight. This is Grishnakh al Dorbanger. We are nites. No, i mean knights. No one enters this door. You be leavng now." Kilmo thought that all shinies must be locked away behind the door. He wasnt really listening to what they were saying, rather admiring his own good looks in one of his numerous robes. He walked over to the locked door, and rammed it with his shoulder. Didnt bulge. Pulling the handle out was unsuccessful aswell, it was bolted down tight.
"I SAID NO ONE ENTERS THE ROOM, RECREANT THUG! NOW YOU DIE!" proclaimed Grishnakh, drawing his sword. Kilmo sighed, as the other knight did the same. More killings to be done. Oh well. He pulled out his axe, still as shiny as ever. With one swipe, he had deflected the blow of the first knight. He then cut up and sliced the other in two.
"Sweet Neverarine... i never wanted to be here anyway!" muttered Jazabar, as he wet his pants. Just as he pulled up his sword, it was too late. It all went dark.

"Why do they always be having to fight?" Kilmo wondered. He reached into Jazabars pocket and took out the iron ring of keys. Finding the correct key, he unlocked the door, and went downstairs.
"Grishnakh, why are you down here?! Get back-... you're not grishnakh! Die, fool!" a wrinkled old dunmer rogue proclaimed, drawing a dagger from his belt. A young dunmer lady with a nice face came out from behind the wall. Sensing the danger, she too became hostile. She summoned an ugly dead man from the ground. He rose, and now Kilmo had three psychotics on him. Good thing he had is axe still out, freshly bloody. It wasnt long before he made short work of all three of them. Bloodlust was still pulsing through Kilmo's veins, and he wasnt satisfied. To release the rage, he screamed. He stepped over the corpses, kicking the dagger away from the bleeding hand of the thief. It was rusty and not valuable, hardy suiting the rich outfit the elf was wearing. Searching the pockets, all he found was white powder. He had seen this before. Sugar, Dro Z'hirr had called it. MOON sugar. Nasty stuff. Make Kilmo dumber still, if that were possible. Drugs.

Soon enough kilmo had searched the whole room. Nothing but cursed moon sugar, and dozens of flasks full of a pungent liquid which smelled the same as Moon sugar, only stronger. Same stuff, kilmo suspected. Doesnt take a genius to work that out. Exhausted, frustrated, and let down, Kilmo wasnt having a good day. No shinies at all. It was halfway through a thought about Hunting guars that he decided to drink some Skooma.

He took a swig and his brain went numb. Then his hand went limp, and he dropped the axe on the ground. He couldnt see the other wall, only swirling colours. He got up to start walking, not knowing why. As soon as he had started he had hit the wall with astonishing speed. This stuff was good!
"Bleh." Kilmo announced, and skulled the whole bottle. Now he could barely stand up. Good. Want more.

Five minutes later, kilmo was collapsed on the floor with empty bottles of skooma all around, and he was trying in vain to lick the remains of the moon sugar off the floor where he spilled some while scoffing it. There was nothing of the sort left anywhere in the house, though there was record proportions when he entered. He got up with amazing ease. He could walk faster than anyone could fly. This was great!
"Blug." Kilmo announced. He looked in his pack to find more, not know any possible reason why there would be, and he found a spell scroll. Bad one, makes you jump high, but land and die. Even kilmo knew this. But this wasnt kilmo anymore. It was some doped up body with no brains to speak of. So he cast the spell. Fortify Acrobatics x1000.... niiiice...

He cast all three scrolls. thats 40x3000... thats 12000 pts. Wow. He sprinted outside, breaking the land speed records and took a bound. Soon vivec was a small canton beneath him, and he could see almost to Gnisis! He was flying like tasty birdie! He threw everything in hope of slowing his inevitable fall, but no... soon Vivec became larger, and more visible, and a strange sense of G-Force was shooting through Kilmo. This was almost as good as killing!

"Its a bird! Its a hot air balloon! No, its a doped up crazy man!!!!" Screamed the noble citizens of Vivec, as his body came tumbling down onto a roof.

And thats the story of the flying, crazy, stupid, high, skooma riddled dead falling man. He is now worshipped as the Deity of Drugs and Alcohol.

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kookastar
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posted January 14, 2007 02:20 AM

Bump

Wow this was burried in the Collesium...
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