Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Sept 11, 2011 16:46:23 GMT -6
Cold. So very cold. It had been cold for a long time, huddled up in the ruins of one of the houses. The little tactician had merely sat there, hidden in the wreckage, unresponsive when the army had searched for him. He just sat there, staring down at - no, through, the floorboards. He couldn't feel the cold on his skin, the parchedness in his throat, the hunger in his stomache. His eyes were empty, his breathing shallow.
The little tactitian merely sat there for days, as if dead. Finally, he stood up, and dusted off the snow covering him. "So much to do." he said, looking around. "So little time to do it. Well, let's not doddle everyone." he said, smiling affectionaly at the corpses around him, as if they were living people. "We have a lot of work ahead of us."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Sept 11, 2011 20:41:14 GMT -6
Mavick whiped his face free of frost before reciting the encantation again, the darkness flowing forth to push the broken rubble into makeshift semblances of housing. "How are you doing, Cederic?" he asked, turning to a corpse he'd set up against a pile of bricks. "Keep up the pace, we're really making progress!" he encouraged, magically pushing up another makeshift wall of rubble.
"Annalice, don't go to far!" he warned the corpse of a child, which had a doll he'd put there. "We don't need you getting lost right now!" he chastised playfully before shifting the darkness to put a broken roof onto the makeshift housing. The shaman was smiling as he carried on these conversations with the corpses he'd moved everywhere, not even aware of the fact that they were dead.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Sept 17, 2011 11:45:55 GMT -6
Mavick glanced around him, then down to the cards in his hand. He sat at the remnants of a round table with the corpses of three men, still preserved in the cold winter, each with cards forced into their hands. "Hmm..." Mavick smirked and set his cards down. "Three sixes and a pair of fours." he stated triumphantly. Reaching over, he forced a corpses arms down to reveal it's cards. "A Royal Flush!? You've got to be kidding me, Berwald! How are you always so lucky!?" he complained, pushing a pile of rocks over towards the corpse. "Allright, enough of this game. Risk, anyone?"
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Sept 17, 2011 12:27:22 GMT -6
"Say, Rebecca, may I speak to you?" Mavick asked, approaching a corpse propped up against the remnants of a wall. The shaman, still gripped in his madness, shuffled his feet akward. "I just wanted to ask how you were doing, is all. How's your mother?" .... "Oh, that's nice. I'm glad she's doing well." he replied nervously, as if the dead girl was speaking to him.
"Rebecca, I was wondering..." he trailed off, clearing his throat. "Would you, ermm...Would you marry me?" he asked nervously. ... "Really?" he asked incredulously. "You will!? Rebecca, I'm so happy!" he exclaimed. "Here, I even got a ring!" he boasted, pulling out what indeed was an old, charred up ring. Bringing up her hand, he tried to put the ring on, only for her finger to break off. "Oh...Oh well. I'm sure it will grow back."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Sept 28, 2011 17:05:25 GMT -6
"You know what the problem is here?" Mavick demanded. "NO COMMITMENT!" He shrieked at the destroyed village. "Look at you all! You lay around like a bunch of dead people while I do all the work! Well, no more! I'm leaving!" With a humph, he turned around and stormed out of the village, deeper into the mountains.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Oct 2, 2011 12:07:31 GMT -6
Mavick staggered through the snow, shaking uncontrollably from the cold. His robes were drenched wet from snow, and his teeth were clacking together loud enough to be mistaken for a drum roll. "Shut up! I know where I am!" he shouted to some invisible figure next to him. "Be quiet! I am not lost! I'll find the way out, just trust me, okay? Damn!" And with that, he carried on.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Oct 17, 2011 16:06:04 GMT -6
"Cold..." Mavick muttered. "S-s-so cold..." The little shaman breathed into his hands, trying to warm them with his breath, but to no avail. He was completely drenched, and his damp clothes were starting to freeze. "Must...get...out... Must. . . find . . ." Mavick collapsed into the snow.
Crunch crunch crunch
"Hmm? Well now, what do we have here? A traveler who's lost his way?"
Mavick was lifted off the ground, his body automatically nuzzling into the source of warmth now pressed against him as he was carried away.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Oct 31, 2011 14:24:11 GMT -6
"Wake up." Someone gently nudged the young shaman, who was curled up on a bed, wrapped in a wool blanket. His robes were laying, neatly folded, on a desk nearby.
"Nnn..." Mavick slowly opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Still in your own world, I see. Poor, foolish child..." The old woman mumbled. Dipping a spoon into a bowl, she brought the spoon to his mouth. "Open." she ordered softly. Wordlessly, the shaman obeyed, and a bit of broth was poured down his throat. "You really are a fool, aren't you? You've tapped too closely to the darkness. I am beginning to fear you may not find your way back after all..." The old woman commented, pouring another spoon full of broth into the boys mouth. She paused when she noticed a single tear run down the side of his cheek.
"Lyar..." Mavick mumbled.
"...Perhaps there is hope for you yet..."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Nov 11, 2011 21:39:24 GMT -6
The old woman sat infront of the fire, knitting up a new shawl. Hearing something, she turned her head to see that Mavick had, in fact, shifted in bed. He had an almost pained expression, as if having a nightmare. Most would not see that as a good sign, but the old woman did. It meant he was on his way to recovery. Tenderly, she set a wrinkled old hand on his forehead. "Rest, young one. The true nightmares have yet to come..."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Nov 11, 2011 22:16:43 GMT -6
"Ngg...." The boy's eyes slowly fluttered open.
"What's this? Finally awake, are we?" He tried to get up, but was taken aback by how hard it was to move. "Easy. You haven't moved in a long while. Your body's grown unaccustomed to it." Slowly, he rose up, and whiped the blear from his eyes.
"Where...am I?" the shaman asked, looking around. It was a large cabin. On one wall, there was a massive bookshelf, filled with books. Looking around some more, he saw the little old woman. "Who are you...?" he asked.
"Just an old hermit." she replied, looking more focused on her knitting. "I found you out in the snow, rambling mad and almost frozen to death. You are lucky, child. You could have died out there, or worse. You almost lost yourself to the Darkness."
"...The Darkness?" he echoed. "What is that?" he asked.
"...What is your name?" the old woman asked.
"My name? It's..." the boy paused. He thought he had it, but a moment ago, but for some reason, he simply couldn't grasp it. "...I...I don't know."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Nov 28, 2011 21:16:29 GMT -6
"Mmm...I expected as much..." the old woman commented, going back to her needlework.
"Expected what? What are you going on about? And what's all this talk about the Darkness?" the youth asked. Why was this old woman speaking in riddles? Why couldn't she just be out with it?
"Why don't you look for that answer yourself, child? You have stared it in the face for days now." the old woman replied again, not once looking up from her knitting.
"I've...what?" The youth echoed softly. He closed his eyes and thought as hard as his confused state would let him. "...I remember it being dark....and empty. I felt like I was being pulled...That it would overwhelm me..." he opened his eyes. "...That is the Darkness?"
The old woman nodded. "Yes, child. That is the darkness. You are lucky, most do not come back from such an experience."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Dec 11, 2011 17:59:57 GMT -6
"...."
The boy quietly flipped a page in the book the old woman had given him. This was so irritating. He knew there were books of his own, the woman had told him as such. But she wouldn't let him read them. Insisted that trying to take back on too much of his identity at once would harm him. So here he was, flipping through this tattered old thing, when he could be remembering who he was and what he was supposed to be doing. How annoying.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jan 22, 2012 18:26:09 GMT -6
"Goodness, done already?" the elderly woman asked as Mavick slid a book back into one of the shelves that took up two walls of her cottage. She didn't even need to look up from the soup she was stirring. He went through so many, the noise was now painfully familiar.
"Yes." He replied, before pulling out another book and taking a seat in his chair. This had been their routine for...God, how long had he been here? A month at least. He didn't even know the womans name. But she didn't know his either, so in a way, the whole thing was fair.
"Have you ever considered that you're trying to take in too much knowledge?" the old woman asked in an amused voice.
"...There's never enough knowledge."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jan 22, 2012 18:35:13 GMT -6
"Bad dream?" The old woman asked as she knitted another blanket.
Mavick nodded, sitting up in bed. "Yes....I dreamed of a fortress...No, it was a city. It was great and powerful...But then, everyone just fell down. Dead. And after a few moments, they all rose again...Groaning...Walking...Attacking anything that moved...." Mavick whiped his forehead. "I don't understand it. Why would I have such a dream?"
"Why indeed..."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Feb 14, 2012 2:14:13 GMT -6
"The Darkness is the key."
The old woman looked up from her endless knitting to eye the youth before her. "Pardon?" she asked, as if she had not heard. She rocked back and forth in her chair as she continued to watch him.
"The Darkness is the key. Somehow, I made contact with it, and it took my memory, correct? Therefore, the key to getting it back is the same thing that took it." he watched the woman for some sort of reaction, but she only stared back with the same calm expression. "...You already knew that, didn't you?" he asked.
"Of course I did." she replied.
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