Post by Silentus on Dec 22, 2003 1:46:50 GMT
...as transcribed by Silentus the Chronicler in interview on Month 1, Day 1, Year of the Dragon
As told by High King Merrick Wend in public council meeting
Wayne and I were as brothers he was much younger than I. 40 yrs he has been doing what he does now... I have tried to do all in my power to put him at rest. Something calls him back each night, without cause or call he was struck by his own vanity. (Returning to the past) Wayne ventured down one night into the depths of the castle dungoen he always tried to live up to the legend those around me tried to paint of me *sighs deeper* whilst in the dungeons of Styne Castle, and with myself being in my travels, he came across a demon vampire cult. Do not take it that Wayne was not without powers of his own, for he certainly was a man of many talents. In life he was beset by so many that I heard the cries from my desert perch. Before I could reach him, he lay bleeding and dying on me in a way I cannot explain. No powers known to me could raise him. In my frustration I ran rampant through the lowest levels of the dungeons slaying all that opposed me. That is when I met Thrant. He came here just like you but he was not from the worlds most of you would call home - not even from a place of life as we would call it. Ancient magics surround his existence and his powers can rival my own. Thrant faced me in my rage I was knocked to the ground and held in place he walked over and stood above me grinning in his fierce face. I abused him and regailed him to allow me to rise that I may face him. Did he not know who I am? Not that he cared. Who was I to him? Where did he come from? Planar creature... Devilkin. Mighty of strength and surrounded by an aura of power. As he raised me I spoke with him and told him of my friend Wayne - he is not as you would expect of him, but still the question of his being here and his ideals of what his place was, was in question. I raised my sword at him and challenged him to a duel. back and forth magics flew off my sword and cascaded up through the bowels of the castle blowing a hole in the very walls of the might castle of Styne. For three days we fought without sleep I felt I would fail but even as I felt my grip on my faithful sword loosen Thrant abaited - just like that it stopped. Weary I slumped to the ground. Thrant also slumped into the stone, and laughed. Well I say laughed but it was more like a low rumbling sound. Thrant laughed - the devil laughed at me and when he had stopped he looked at me and spoke - not amused, more amazed. 3 days - I felt I would end this long life then. It is like yesterday to me yet 40 years have flown behind me since that day. Do you know how much pain it brings me to know that you all find sport in slaying an already dead friend? *sighs* He spoke to me then as I had not thought of being spoken to. As such he told me he would remain in his place and would bother none who did not bother him. He said he would do this in honor of our fight and my bravery. He could have killed me he nearly did... Some would come to me and bring ideas of an action that we may once and for all retore Styne to her former glory and put Wayne to rest. Wayne is a perplexing issue as many have tried and failed to put him at rest, and I am not without my own resources after 8 centuries of life either. Very well, I am tiring and I have much work still ahead of me, think not this story is over, I have just begun, but perhaps Silentus when I see him will be of service to me. This council is ended for the night I need my sleep, please feel free to ask of us the boon of travel by magics
Editing was employed in this transcription for the sole purpose of removeing content revolving around other issues transpiring during the council meeting.
© Silentus the Chronicler
As told by High King Merrick Wend in public council meeting
Wayne and I were as brothers he was much younger than I. 40 yrs he has been doing what he does now... I have tried to do all in my power to put him at rest. Something calls him back each night, without cause or call he was struck by his own vanity. (Returning to the past) Wayne ventured down one night into the depths of the castle dungoen he always tried to live up to the legend those around me tried to paint of me *sighs deeper* whilst in the dungeons of Styne Castle, and with myself being in my travels, he came across a demon vampire cult. Do not take it that Wayne was not without powers of his own, for he certainly was a man of many talents. In life he was beset by so many that I heard the cries from my desert perch. Before I could reach him, he lay bleeding and dying on me in a way I cannot explain. No powers known to me could raise him. In my frustration I ran rampant through the lowest levels of the dungeons slaying all that opposed me. That is when I met Thrant. He came here just like you but he was not from the worlds most of you would call home - not even from a place of life as we would call it. Ancient magics surround his existence and his powers can rival my own. Thrant faced me in my rage I was knocked to the ground and held in place he walked over and stood above me grinning in his fierce face. I abused him and regailed him to allow me to rise that I may face him. Did he not know who I am? Not that he cared. Who was I to him? Where did he come from? Planar creature... Devilkin. Mighty of strength and surrounded by an aura of power. As he raised me I spoke with him and told him of my friend Wayne - he is not as you would expect of him, but still the question of his being here and his ideals of what his place was, was in question. I raised my sword at him and challenged him to a duel. back and forth magics flew off my sword and cascaded up through the bowels of the castle blowing a hole in the very walls of the might castle of Styne. For three days we fought without sleep I felt I would fail but even as I felt my grip on my faithful sword loosen Thrant abaited - just like that it stopped. Weary I slumped to the ground. Thrant also slumped into the stone, and laughed. Well I say laughed but it was more like a low rumbling sound. Thrant laughed - the devil laughed at me and when he had stopped he looked at me and spoke - not amused, more amazed. 3 days - I felt I would end this long life then. It is like yesterday to me yet 40 years have flown behind me since that day. Do you know how much pain it brings me to know that you all find sport in slaying an already dead friend? *sighs* He spoke to me then as I had not thought of being spoken to. As such he told me he would remain in his place and would bother none who did not bother him. He said he would do this in honor of our fight and my bravery. He could have killed me he nearly did... Some would come to me and bring ideas of an action that we may once and for all retore Styne to her former glory and put Wayne to rest. Wayne is a perplexing issue as many have tried and failed to put him at rest, and I am not without my own resources after 8 centuries of life either. Very well, I am tiring and I have much work still ahead of me, think not this story is over, I have just begun, but perhaps Silentus when I see him will be of service to me. This council is ended for the night I need my sleep, please feel free to ask of us the boon of travel by magics
Editing was employed in this transcription for the sole purpose of removeing content revolving around other issues transpiring during the council meeting.
© Silentus the Chronicler
