Post by Arthur Ð on Dec 29, 2008 3:59:49 GMT -8
So I did some creative writing. Honestly, I hate writing third person. I like subjective over objective. I think my third person writing tends to be more sub par for me then my first person writing. Anyways, this is a small part of a grand story that I have in my head. If I could draw it'd be a comic but I can't draw o.0
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The hall was dark. The roof so high that the occupants would not be able to see it. Which was actually a requirement considering the monsters and nightmares that this hall held. Some as tall as mountains. Some as small as mushrooms. But all of them as dangerous as a loaded gun in a desperate mans hand. Two rows of columns marked the length of the hall.Most of the occupents stood behind it. In the shadows they cast. Those that possessed eyes were the only things visible in that pitched darkness. The braziers on the columns however bathed the central path with light.
In between each column stood a single guard. On the left, they were glad in white. All bearing masks and the same uniform robes. The grand crest of the White Guard, a fist grasping the sun, its rays shining out between the gaps, could be seen fastened to their left shoulder. Their eyes were the only visible part of them. On the right, were their brothers from hell. The Black Guard. Their robes were black, their crest, a shattered star, was clasped to their right shoulder. And their masks lacked the eye holes of their heavenly counter parts.
This was the Great Hall of the Emporer. This was the Central Temple of God. And this was the place where “You will hand over your title and we'll rule this world!” A voice declared standing at the base of a long stair case. The holder of the voice was a tall and slight man. Bearing a long brown coat, buttoned up to hide most of his body. He bore a smirk on his sharp features, his most defining features was a pointed nose. His hair was a mess, coming down to his shoulders, it was a dirty blonde.
“And what makes you think you can take it?” Another voice calmly responded. Unphased by this declaration. The holder of this voice sat atop the stairs. On a throne of wrought black steel. Twisted and smooth, the design was impossible to comprehend because everytime one looked at it, it seemed to have changed its shape. The man who held this voice sat atop the throne. His mask white, bearing a hooded black robe, his entire body seemed to be a part of the chair. The only thing that stood out was his mask. Calling it completely white would be a lie. From a distance it appeared that way but on closer inspection one could witness many cracks. Evident signs of wear.
“Because we're stronger then you!” The man in the coat responded. “You think we're not strong enough simply because you've got your pet dogs here. But when we're done. You'll be dead, and your mask will be mine.”
“If my mask will be yours then why the need for your associate there?” The masked man responded, indicating the partner of the coated man. This third individual was large and burly. Short black hair, set features, his size was about the only thing really special about him. Dwarfing most people.
“Because I'm not an idiot. I know who you are, and I intend to ensure I win.” The coated man responded. This caused the masked man to fall silent for a moment. It seemed he was studying the current situation but it could never be confirmed what it was this man did when he fell silent.
“Your name is Steven, right? What did your friend say to convince you to do this?” The masked man asked eventually.
“Uhm... M'lord D... He. He-ah said that together we could take you down. That we'd become the rulers, just like that. And then we could do whatever we wanted. That he had a full proof plan.” Steven, the burly man responded. Hesitant to talk. “Isn't that right, Lande?”
“A full proof plan?” The masked figure, D, responded before the first individual, Lande, could respond himself. “Steven, I'm guessing that your plan is for you to hold me down whilst Lande takes me out? Do you know why it is that Lande wants my mask so much?”
“No M'lord.”
“It's because, only the holder of my mask can be called Lord. When I killed my predesecor, he told me that this mask is very important. And that this mask is the only mask that would grant a person the right to all the power that the Lord shall weild. Lande seemed to have known of this but purposefully left that information out...” D spoke slowly, it was evident that this Steven was slow on processing information so it would have to do.
“SHUT UP! Steven, don't listen to him. Stick to the plan.” Lande spoke up, interupting D.
“I bet Lande was never able to defeat you. Afterall, you no doubt have thick skin. And from the looks of Lande, he's a fast shot but all his hits are shallow. So I'm thinking, he has you fight me, and he tries to kill us both.” D kept talking, ignoring the interuption from Lande.
“I said SHUT IT! Steven, if you're not going to help me, then I'm going to have to do it myself.” Lande declared, his body beginning to shift and twist. Two legs and two arms became four legs and four arms. His elbow extended considerably, his hands disapearing. His feet became clawed and held firmly on the ground. “Steven, last chance. Come fight or you'll pay.”
“Steven, listen to him. Do you think someone like him would share power? I know you can feel it to. His desire is strong, but all it would do is bring you death.” D continued to speak. The guards in the halls did not move, even though this monster named Lande was threatening their master. “Steven, kill Lande, you'll have a pardon of your declaration. I wouldn't want to have to harm two people when only one should be punished.”
The individual named Steven stood there. Looking between his associate and the figure atop the black throne. Unsure which side to pick. He began doubting if he was really capable of doing this. But all the same, he himself began to twist and turn. His arms fell to the ground, no longer attachted to his body. A lot of his body began to thin out as well, but it all extended and twisted. Growing taller, and in a more hulking appearance. Flames began to extend out from his body, reaching down to his discarded arms and pulling them back up. A hulking mass of toughened flesh and fire.
“There can only be one ruler for stability. And only the one who evolves the most can succeed me. Just as I succeeded my predesecor. Fire Troll, listen to me. That Rapid Gunner wouldn't stand a chance on his own. You honestly think he wouldn't betray you? You can see it in his eyes and hear it in his words. You're just the sacrificial lamb for his victory. And you can sense it yourself.” D stated as he watched this. But he didn't have to say or watch anymore. He knew what would happen next. A hellish scream was released as a man was burnt to cinders slowly and painfully. And as everyone in the halls watched this, another masked individual spoke up.
“But I thought you were the first Lord?” They asked.
“I am.” D responded.
“But then why did you say you had a predescesor? The individual asked quickly.
“Because I am my predescesor.”
This single statement caused many a quisitive look. And behind the mask, the figure known as D only smirked. Knowing things only a god should, he just smirked at the confusion of his followers.
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The hall was dark. The roof so high that the occupants would not be able to see it. Which was actually a requirement considering the monsters and nightmares that this hall held. Some as tall as mountains. Some as small as mushrooms. But all of them as dangerous as a loaded gun in a desperate mans hand. Two rows of columns marked the length of the hall.Most of the occupents stood behind it. In the shadows they cast. Those that possessed eyes were the only things visible in that pitched darkness. The braziers on the columns however bathed the central path with light.
In between each column stood a single guard. On the left, they were glad in white. All bearing masks and the same uniform robes. The grand crest of the White Guard, a fist grasping the sun, its rays shining out between the gaps, could be seen fastened to their left shoulder. Their eyes were the only visible part of them. On the right, were their brothers from hell. The Black Guard. Their robes were black, their crest, a shattered star, was clasped to their right shoulder. And their masks lacked the eye holes of their heavenly counter parts.
This was the Great Hall of the Emporer. This was the Central Temple of God. And this was the place where “You will hand over your title and we'll rule this world!” A voice declared standing at the base of a long stair case. The holder of the voice was a tall and slight man. Bearing a long brown coat, buttoned up to hide most of his body. He bore a smirk on his sharp features, his most defining features was a pointed nose. His hair was a mess, coming down to his shoulders, it was a dirty blonde.
“And what makes you think you can take it?” Another voice calmly responded. Unphased by this declaration. The holder of this voice sat atop the stairs. On a throne of wrought black steel. Twisted and smooth, the design was impossible to comprehend because everytime one looked at it, it seemed to have changed its shape. The man who held this voice sat atop the throne. His mask white, bearing a hooded black robe, his entire body seemed to be a part of the chair. The only thing that stood out was his mask. Calling it completely white would be a lie. From a distance it appeared that way but on closer inspection one could witness many cracks. Evident signs of wear.
“Because we're stronger then you!” The man in the coat responded. “You think we're not strong enough simply because you've got your pet dogs here. But when we're done. You'll be dead, and your mask will be mine.”
“If my mask will be yours then why the need for your associate there?” The masked man responded, indicating the partner of the coated man. This third individual was large and burly. Short black hair, set features, his size was about the only thing really special about him. Dwarfing most people.
“Because I'm not an idiot. I know who you are, and I intend to ensure I win.” The coated man responded. This caused the masked man to fall silent for a moment. It seemed he was studying the current situation but it could never be confirmed what it was this man did when he fell silent.
“Your name is Steven, right? What did your friend say to convince you to do this?” The masked man asked eventually.
“Uhm... M'lord D... He. He-ah said that together we could take you down. That we'd become the rulers, just like that. And then we could do whatever we wanted. That he had a full proof plan.” Steven, the burly man responded. Hesitant to talk. “Isn't that right, Lande?”
“A full proof plan?” The masked figure, D, responded before the first individual, Lande, could respond himself. “Steven, I'm guessing that your plan is for you to hold me down whilst Lande takes me out? Do you know why it is that Lande wants my mask so much?”
“No M'lord.”
“It's because, only the holder of my mask can be called Lord. When I killed my predesecor, he told me that this mask is very important. And that this mask is the only mask that would grant a person the right to all the power that the Lord shall weild. Lande seemed to have known of this but purposefully left that information out...” D spoke slowly, it was evident that this Steven was slow on processing information so it would have to do.
“SHUT UP! Steven, don't listen to him. Stick to the plan.” Lande spoke up, interupting D.
“I bet Lande was never able to defeat you. Afterall, you no doubt have thick skin. And from the looks of Lande, he's a fast shot but all his hits are shallow. So I'm thinking, he has you fight me, and he tries to kill us both.” D kept talking, ignoring the interuption from Lande.
“I said SHUT IT! Steven, if you're not going to help me, then I'm going to have to do it myself.” Lande declared, his body beginning to shift and twist. Two legs and two arms became four legs and four arms. His elbow extended considerably, his hands disapearing. His feet became clawed and held firmly on the ground. “Steven, last chance. Come fight or you'll pay.”
“Steven, listen to him. Do you think someone like him would share power? I know you can feel it to. His desire is strong, but all it would do is bring you death.” D continued to speak. The guards in the halls did not move, even though this monster named Lande was threatening their master. “Steven, kill Lande, you'll have a pardon of your declaration. I wouldn't want to have to harm two people when only one should be punished.”
The individual named Steven stood there. Looking between his associate and the figure atop the black throne. Unsure which side to pick. He began doubting if he was really capable of doing this. But all the same, he himself began to twist and turn. His arms fell to the ground, no longer attachted to his body. A lot of his body began to thin out as well, but it all extended and twisted. Growing taller, and in a more hulking appearance. Flames began to extend out from his body, reaching down to his discarded arms and pulling them back up. A hulking mass of toughened flesh and fire.
“There can only be one ruler for stability. And only the one who evolves the most can succeed me. Just as I succeeded my predesecor. Fire Troll, listen to me. That Rapid Gunner wouldn't stand a chance on his own. You honestly think he wouldn't betray you? You can see it in his eyes and hear it in his words. You're just the sacrificial lamb for his victory. And you can sense it yourself.” D stated as he watched this. But he didn't have to say or watch anymore. He knew what would happen next. A hellish scream was released as a man was burnt to cinders slowly and painfully. And as everyone in the halls watched this, another masked individual spoke up.
“But I thought you were the first Lord?” They asked.
“I am.” D responded.
“But then why did you say you had a predescesor? The individual asked quickly.
“Because I am my predescesor.”
This single statement caused many a quisitive look. And behind the mask, the figure known as D only smirked. Knowing things only a god should, he just smirked at the confusion of his followers.
