Okay, Alot of people post story hours from a DM perspective, and what the players do during a game, I thought I would try my hand at something different. I will be posting the story through the eye's of my current character. He is a Templar who has strayed from the holy path, because of tradgedy and slowly is becoming consuemd with darkness. Please give oppinsions, on my first attempt on the story hour boards.
Also I wil be posting Part II & III tonight.
Part I -Decent
Over the centuries many stories are told, people live and die, nations rise and fall. All things change, eventually becoming nothing more then a faded and forgotten memory. A shadow of a dream within arms reach, yet a sky away. However like the stars in the sky the spirit of a man remains unchanged forever filled with darkness. Throughout time betrayal and hatred fill the hearts of men. My story is no different. Ohh how I hate, I wield within me a hatred as furious then the brightest star in the lonely nights sky.
Whether my soul be consumed and devoured by the hatred within is irrelevant. It is no different then the stories of those long ago. I have but a single purpose left, to find my child and deliver him to safely from harm. However long is takes, however many must fall my purpose remains steady. The sins I carry will hang upon my soul when judgment comes, but judgment will not come, not yet.
For five long years I have searched, each passing moon feeling like an eternity sitting upon the last. Each bringing with it new suffering. My wife Alana was struck down in the blackness of the night while I...I was not there to protect them. Her shouts for help echo through my head like a deafening drum. My...........son dragged from the house soaked in the dripping blood of his fallen mother. How could I have not been there, heh protecting the churches of Gods that could not protect a family, what a fools notion. The God's forgotten by the hearts of man like all things, damn you for allowing this to happen. With the last of your strength I will press on and find my son. Then I too can become forgotten like the cities of the past. No........it is no one's fault but my own. I should have been with my family. I am as guilty as the beast that committed the crime.
........When I returned home later in the night, I discovered what had happened. The destruction was great. The door was ripped from its hinges, furniture torn apart. Blood stains coated the walls and the smell of death filled the house. I moved across the room to find my wife torn apart. Her arms and legs ripped from her body. Her troat ripped out. Her body.......what was left of it was pressed face against the wall, as if she had been thrown aside. As a kneeled down on the blood soaked floor I picked up what remains of my wife and carried her to the other side of the room. There I layed her down, and began to search for my son, fearing the worst had already befallen him. When I reached his room, I found a room torn apart. As I searched the room I noticed something on the wall. Written in the blood of my wife. Words that haunt me to this day, "The child, innocence forever lost is now mine". It was at that moment that I fell to the ground and cried out. I cried out louder then the howls of the wolf's at night. I cried through the night, and into the morning. My tears of sorrow hit the floor one by one. Each like a nail in my coffin.
I gathered what was left of myself draped Alana in her finest clothes and layed her peacefully upon the bed. I walked out leaving fire behind. I burned the house, but took with me all the anger and hatred that my heart now bare's. I never looked back. Forward is the direction in which I now travel. With but one purpose, one path, to find my child and deliver him to safety. Only then will I lay down my soul for judgment. Once I know he is safe I will allow myself to fade into time forgotten by all. I am but an shadow in the sands of time with but a single story, that one day will be lost.
Also I wil be posting Part II & III tonight.
Part I -Decent
Over the centuries many stories are told, people live and die, nations rise and fall. All things change, eventually becoming nothing more then a faded and forgotten memory. A shadow of a dream within arms reach, yet a sky away. However like the stars in the sky the spirit of a man remains unchanged forever filled with darkness. Throughout time betrayal and hatred fill the hearts of men. My story is no different. Ohh how I hate, I wield within me a hatred as furious then the brightest star in the lonely nights sky.
Whether my soul be consumed and devoured by the hatred within is irrelevant. It is no different then the stories of those long ago. I have but a single purpose left, to find my child and deliver him to safely from harm. However long is takes, however many must fall my purpose remains steady. The sins I carry will hang upon my soul when judgment comes, but judgment will not come, not yet.
For five long years I have searched, each passing moon feeling like an eternity sitting upon the last. Each bringing with it new suffering. My wife Alana was struck down in the blackness of the night while I...I was not there to protect them. Her shouts for help echo through my head like a deafening drum. My...........son dragged from the house soaked in the dripping blood of his fallen mother. How could I have not been there, heh protecting the churches of Gods that could not protect a family, what a fools notion. The God's forgotten by the hearts of man like all things, damn you for allowing this to happen. With the last of your strength I will press on and find my son. Then I too can become forgotten like the cities of the past. No........it is no one's fault but my own. I should have been with my family. I am as guilty as the beast that committed the crime.
........When I returned home later in the night, I discovered what had happened. The destruction was great. The door was ripped from its hinges, furniture torn apart. Blood stains coated the walls and the smell of death filled the house. I moved across the room to find my wife torn apart. Her arms and legs ripped from her body. Her troat ripped out. Her body.......what was left of it was pressed face against the wall, as if she had been thrown aside. As a kneeled down on the blood soaked floor I picked up what remains of my wife and carried her to the other side of the room. There I layed her down, and began to search for my son, fearing the worst had already befallen him. When I reached his room, I found a room torn apart. As I searched the room I noticed something on the wall. Written in the blood of my wife. Words that haunt me to this day, "The child, innocence forever lost is now mine". It was at that moment that I fell to the ground and cried out. I cried out louder then the howls of the wolf's at night. I cried through the night, and into the morning. My tears of sorrow hit the floor one by one. Each like a nail in my coffin.
I gathered what was left of myself draped Alana in her finest clothes and layed her peacefully upon the bed. I walked out leaving fire behind. I burned the house, but took with me all the anger and hatred that my heart now bare's. I never looked back. Forward is the direction in which I now travel. With but one purpose, one path, to find my child and deliver him to safety. Only then will I lay down my soul for judgment. Once I know he is safe I will allow myself to fade into time forgotten by all. I am but an shadow in the sands of time with but a single story, that one day will be lost.