When A Hero Dies.
When A Hero Dies.
The sun fades. And heros die. All of their tales will never be told.
How they stood in isolation upon ancient cliffs, weathered with time, shouldering the burdens of the safety of others, the wind whipping the last tear their ironhard hearts can squeeze out off of their faces.
How they trembled at the touch of their lovers embrace, holding them in a moment that seemed eternity, wishing that every moment could be spent sitting in a chair with their lover playfully giggling while being tickled.
How they raged at the lawlessness they faced everyday, hearing plea upon hopeless plea for justice and never being able to deliver it absolute, the knowledge that they can not do more tearing at their souls like a million speared army.
How they stood grinning, teaching the young the right way to hold a sword, how to sharpen it and care for it, the stance to dance upon those taller than they, the dreams that they too could hold and fulfill.
THe laughter shared across the room, as bards performed at their best and fireworks lit up the sky with marvelous hues and drinks were passed round without abandon.
THese tales will never be told, for the sun has set on them. All is quiet for the briefest of moments, all is stilled. And in that moment, the wind whispers softly, faintly, as if a final caress from them "I was here. And I thank you." ANd after that moment, lay a cold stone.
And many years will pass, those who knew will fade, and someone will see the stone and venture to ask....I wonder....who were they?
How they stood in isolation upon ancient cliffs, weathered with time, shouldering the burdens of the safety of others, the wind whipping the last tear their ironhard hearts can squeeze out off of their faces.
How they trembled at the touch of their lovers embrace, holding them in a moment that seemed eternity, wishing that every moment could be spent sitting in a chair with their lover playfully giggling while being tickled.
How they raged at the lawlessness they faced everyday, hearing plea upon hopeless plea for justice and never being able to deliver it absolute, the knowledge that they can not do more tearing at their souls like a million speared army.
How they stood grinning, teaching the young the right way to hold a sword, how to sharpen it and care for it, the stance to dance upon those taller than they, the dreams that they too could hold and fulfill.
THe laughter shared across the room, as bards performed at their best and fireworks lit up the sky with marvelous hues and drinks were passed round without abandon.
THese tales will never be told, for the sun has set on them. All is quiet for the briefest of moments, all is stilled. And in that moment, the wind whispers softly, faintly, as if a final caress from them "I was here. And I thank you." ANd after that moment, lay a cold stone.
And many years will pass, those who knew will fade, and someone will see the stone and venture to ask....I wonder....who were they?
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Well, considering it is the only thing I've personally writen about it, I don't veiw it as milking it at all... And I left it vague so all could enjoy, I felt that by giving reference to a certain character or a certain place took away from the story, so thanks Lb.
And If I decide to write something about it, I think it is more than fair that I should and that I expect no ill-seeming blah messages afterward...I think I'm due that for how I handled the situation. Thanks.
Daniel M. Noah
(and I don't even put an r.i.p. name after like so many others...milking it....yea right.)
And If I decide to write something about it, I think it is more than fair that I should and that I expect no ill-seeming blah messages afterward...I think I'm due that for how I handled the situation. Thanks.
Daniel M. Noah
(and I don't even put an r.i.p. name after like so many others...milking it....yea right.)
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*Drimm runs to the Mission and asks to be NPC'd*LBaeldeth wrote:Admin's new OAS policies resulted in his OAS character (and a goodly number of others) being dragged out back and shot. He's milking that for all it's worth.
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Back to the rightly deserved thumbs-up on the library entry itself. I liked it, some interesting images (million speared army for instance).
Also the cold stone comment reminds me that some servers have a PC tombstone program, which I'm sure is sufficiently creepy if you have a PC who walks over one of his "predecessor's" graves.
Anyhow, netted out, liked the library entry, good show.
ALFA NWN2 PCs: Rhaggot of the Bruised-Eye, and Bamshogbo
ALFA NWN1 PC: Jacobim Foxmantle
ALFA NWN1 Dead PC: Jon Shieldjack
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ALFA NWN1 PC: Jacobim Foxmantle
ALFA NWN1 Dead PC: Jon Shieldjack
DMA Staff
Although new, my PC has found at least one area in SD with a few PC- headstones. It would be nice to have an actual graveyard with the more established PCs making their way there once death embraces them (lvl2+?); I'm sure if someone was interested, they could begin the process ingame (what a great hook for a cleric of KelemvorAlso the cold stone comment reminds me that some servers have a PC tombstone program, which I'm sure is sufficiently creepy if you have a PC who walks over one of his "predecessor's" graves.

BTW, loved the story, daniel. Keep the keyboard warm and write some more, will ya?

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I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor
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It reminds me of a lot of different characters I have played out over the years.
thanks.
Tree
thanks.
Tree