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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 19, 2006 15:09:58 GMT -5
thanks. i appreciate you guys posting. your like the only ones, and are like my inspiration.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 19, 2006 15:13:03 GMT -5
I'm inspiring someone?
Awesome.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 20, 2006 0:22:03 GMT -5
Hey you just called me dude, dude. ;D
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 20, 2006 20:13:21 GMT -5
Jarathe almost jumped out of his rainment by the sight. A completely white argonian stood in front of him. He looked old, as Jarathe inspected his face, finding wrinkles and other clues. Their was a staff embarked upon his back. It was wooden, but the shape intrigued Jarathe. it looked like.... something that he knew. Like something important in his life was a clue, but Jarathe couldn't find the memory in the blur of his thoughts.
"My name is Sar'Zikja, and Ive been watching you. Your not that good you know. You could be magnificent."
The mysterious person extended his hand. It was soon abandoned, as a moment of silence swept over them.
" But why, should i trust an old argonian like myself? especially with tah wretched skin tone. Let me tell you now, i know more about you then you do yourself. I only offer my hand once. Please, choose wisely."
Jarathe extended his hand, though a concerned and questioning looked consumed his face.He had a feeling about this one. He seemed to remember him from where and when he could not tell. Perhaps a time long forgotten. But at the moment he seemed to trust him.
" Ahhh, now their is a friendly gesture. now lets talk." __________________________________________
Short post i know. But ill probably update later tom. ____________________________________________
So, what do ya guys think?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 20, 2006 20:59:29 GMT -5
*sigh*
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Post by Maliku on Oct 20, 2006 22:38:03 GMT -5
Hmm, I wondering who this guy is...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 20, 2006 22:39:43 GMT -5
Dagonda, is their something you forgot to tell me?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 20, 2006 22:40:25 GMT -5
Hmm, I wondering who this guy is... maliku, your not saying this in any like sarcastic way are you? ? Not that im trying to accuse you of anything, and i appreciate you posting, i just need to know is all...
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Post by Maliku on Oct 20, 2006 22:44:21 GMT -5
No, I'm wondering how he knows Jarathe.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 20, 2006 22:45:30 GMT -5
oh ok. Dagonda told me to put this guy in the story for some reason..... thats all
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 21, 2006 1:11:36 GMT -5
Looks good, I'm wanting to know more about this character as well.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 21, 2006 23:02:22 GMT -5
"My life was destroyed, burnt, and then stomped upon after this event. My family, my friends, my soul and heart, was burnt to the ground long ago, by imperial invaders. They, killed my parents in front of me. I could hear the screams. Some resisted, tried to fight back, but they were slaughtered with the lot, and were piled in a mass grave in the middle of the town. Burning flesh, i hope to someday return the favor. Why was their foolish empire more important then my people!"
Jarathe smashed his fist on the wooden table, nearly splitting it into two. Sar'Zikja starred into Jarathes deep empty black eyes. Jarathe was cold hearted, and merciless, and killed with out emotion. Sar'Zikja, was wise, and knew much. He would need the wise mans help throughout the coming days.
'Then perhaps, by mere fate, that we meet again, in such a horrid place. You do not recognize me, and i understand, but what you are about to hear, about to understand, may change your life....
A deep silence of both the argonians lasted for many moments. They glared deeply into each other.
Jarathe, i am your father. I was not killed in the attack, i escaped with you in my arms. I headed towards elswyr, but after running many a day, i became tired, as one would expect. I pushed myself that day, to limits and boundaries that i myself didn't know i had. After the long days, i fell, and couldn't move. My body was stiff with pain, and restless. Perhaps, it was the watchers intent, to have me faint by the river. You fell out of my grasp, and was taken into the dark sea, and ended up in the sump, of Veyond cave. A group of necromancers found me, and i tried to fight back, but it was useless. They took me in, taught me their arcane skills and evil re-reincarnation. I died in their Jarathe. My body, was willing enough to carry on, find my son, and return the favor, cleanse our home, and rest, finally in peace."
For the first time in Jarathes life, he felt emotion. A strange liquid began to form on the corner of his eye. The feeling was suddenly brought back to him. Sadness. Jarathe had never felt emotion since that horrid night, long, long ago. Jarathe, looked away, in attempt to shun Sar'zikja, his fathers, view of the event. For the first time in his life, he had felt, love.
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Post by Maliku on Oct 21, 2006 23:04:52 GMT -5
Wow, right BEFORE I read that one paragraph I thought, I bet he is his dad.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 21, 2006 23:16:31 GMT -5
lol. good assumption. guess reading so much stories you gain a gift right?
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Post by Maliku on Oct 21, 2006 23:22:58 GMT -5
I guess so.
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