DerangedPsycho
(My second full fledged character back in maybe 2000 or 2001 was my most successful and longest running character/story. Now that I've returned, and for the sake of a wonderful old friend, I've decided to bring him out of retirement. Many of you will not know him, he stayed mostly within private RPs. Some of you may recognize the name however. And this, is the story of what happened to him all those years ago and a little bit of his return.)
::3-4 years ago::
Annerod slept peacefully within the dark confines of his bed chambers while the land surrounding his moderate cottage seemed to squirm with activity. The dense forestry did little to reveal the rapidly darting shadows zipping from shrub to tree to bush. Shadows seemed to be amassing from every which way, acres of land darkened suddenly as if the bright, full moon had suddenly blinked and forgot to open it's 'eye'. Annerod was a descendant of a rather complex family line and now 'they' had returned for him.
Annerod was born to a simple peasant woman thirty-four years ago. She had been raped by a powerful demon warlord though she would never speak of him or say his name, she had told the young Annerod a few stories about his father. When he was five, his mother died in a tragic fire. To this day, the cause of the fire is a mystery though Annerod believed it was his father that burned his home and his mother within it. Oddly, Annerod survived the flames without so much as a minor burn or scratch. He never gave it much thought actually, he simply chalked it up to luck.
Raised by his noble uncle in the very same cottage he lived in presently, he grew into a massive man and a fine warrior. His uncle knew of his heritage and devoted his remaining years to Annerod's strict education. He taught the big man manners and morals, he trained him extensivly in multiple types of weaponry and mortal combat. Most importantly however, he taught Annerod the basic laws of magic knowing full well that the big man would someday mature into the 'creature' his father doomed him to become.
He was a mammoth in his own right, standing just shy of eight feet tall and weighing in at a mind boggling five hundred pounds. Many men baulked and turned coward at the very sight of the massive barbarian. Others assumed him slow and a dumb brute only to find their heads rolling across the dirt. And, in extreme situations the demon blood coarsing through his viens enabled him an unusual ability. But we won't discuss this, at least not yet.
Despite his heightened sense of his surroundings, the shadows did not alert his demonic senses and he slumbered on, lost in a fleeting dream. Soon, the shadows engulfed the entire cottage. The darkness that had come to so completely permeate every niche and crack soon began to radiate a dark, evil energy. Tree's and grass wilted, rapidly dying as if their life-cycle had been increased ten-fold. And then, as soon as it began, it was gone. There was one thing
wrong however. The cottage, and the ground it sat upon were gone. The bright, full moon now beat down upon a large crater in the dirt.
(To Be Con't. Not Open RP yet.)
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Annerod would not wake up for many years, forced into a slumber by a powerful demon as his very essence was being syphoned from him. When he did awake however, he awoke with a start rolling out of bed and snatching his long sword from the table beside it. Alarms were screaming in his head, magical energy flooded his senses, bombarding him to the point of near incapacitation. Gradually, as the groginess from his long nap wore off he came to realize that the darkness in the room and outside the window was far too complete to be natural.
His normally pure black eyes roiled with anger as his brain made the connection to the darkness, swirls of a deep blood red could be seen burning deep within the pupils. He understood now the constant on-slaught of magical energy. He, and his home, had been sucked into the void between dimensions. He had 'walked' here often in the past but only for fleeting moments to escape a foe or travel with haste to his destination.
'Annerod' a soft whispering voice re-sounded within his head. The whisper seemed to boom loudly however, causing him to cringe and drop to a knee in pain. 'Annerod!' the voice persisted. Gritting his teeth he struggled to his feet. With a mighty blood curdling roar he shouted defiantly. "Get out of my head you bastard!" He had heard the voice once before, the power radiating from even such a simple link nearly killed him. He was much stronger now however. 'Why do you defy me my son?' the voice sounded once again. Three times now his father had made an attempt to win him over, to get him to join his legion of evil. Each time Annerod had faught him off, but here, such a task was proving rather difficult. It was almost as if the old demon sought to destroy him.
"I will not submit to you father!" the big man roared, the swirl in his eyes turning a deeper shade of red as he grew angrier. It was all he could take to stay standing beneath the crushing waves of mental energy. 'Then you must die!' the voice roared. At that same instant Annerod collapsed to the floor, gritting his teeth and clutching his ears. Blood flowed from his nose freely, trickling down his cheeks from his ears. "No! No! No! No!" he roared once more trying every little trick he had learned to lock the old demon out. "I'm stronger than you father!"
The voice resounded once more in laughter. 'You are nothing!' Annerod cried out in pain, an invisible pressure closing in on his body. His chest felt tight and his head throbbed as if someone twice his size had his head and was attempting to crush his skull. Moments before he blacked out, he vaguely recalled a pair of strong hands hoisting him up in the air where he was thrown over someone or something's shoulders. He was hardly aware when this mysterious being opened a portal back to the world of the living and carried him through.
---Present Day---
He awoke with a start, sitting up quickly only to lie back down as a massive dizzy spell over-came him. He ached all over and his head throbbed fiercly. Looking around, he found himself in a small forest clearing, wrapped tightly in a blanket near a roaring fire. The clearing appeared to be empty otherwise. Moments later he drifted off once again.
When he awoke, the fire had nearly burned itself out and oddly the aches and pains were nearly gone. Sitting up slowly this time he threw the blankets aside and claimed his sword, glad to see it lay beside him. His memory of how he got here was foggy though he did recall his bastard father having something to do with it all.
Parched, he rose to trail the scent of water in the distance, faintly detected by his heightened, demonic senses. As he rose, he took notice of a small envelope near the fire, it's white surface almost glowing in the flames. A rock had been set upon it's corner to hold it in place.
Finding it addressed to him he opened it and scanned over it quickly. It was short but made note of his rescue from the void. At it's end was the name Krellin and a small P.S. "I will be watching over you."
Stuffing the envelope into his belt he trudged off towards the source of the water trying to make sense of everything. He was not aware that it had been four long years since he left the plane of the living.
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--Elsewhere--
The forest teamed with life, flourishing in every direction. Birds sang their soft tranquil song, crickets chirped and the undergrowth was lush and full. Everything was as it should be in the small valley.
Well, almost everything. In it's center, amidst all of the life and serenity, evil grew. The shadows seemed to thicken and gather as if beckoned by some strange call. Swirling and coagulating at some unseen focal point. Just over the northern ridge lay the small crater left behind with the dissapearance of Annerod and his small cottage.
Strange things had begun to happen in the valley since the big barbarians dissapearance. Most notably was the growing veil of impenetrable shadows in the valley's center. It seemed as if the big man's presence kept the order of things orderly.
Legend was, Annerod's uncle's great grandfather was a mage of considerable power. One evening he defeated and imprisoned a powerful demon in the valley's center. He then built his home not far from the very same spot in order to maintain the barrier and keep a vigilant eye on things. Unfortunately with the death of his uncle, the legend was lost and it's truth's had been twisted.
The grand father's spell was weakoning, not designed to endure eons but to be supported by the presence of one of the Corellus blood line. Annerod was the last and he had been gone so long that his return was not enough. The spell had already been broken, and the demon was slowly awakening from his centuries long slumber.
( I'm now declaring this open RP. I do however have a few requests. For the time being, I would rather no one assume the role of any of the NPC's mentioned above. Also, It would be great if those characters of a particularly malicious nature not be introduced into the RP with the exception of Chastine interacting with Annerod due to a previously established plot line.
It's a somewhat vague, and open ended plot line. Hopefully we can get a few more players contributing. I'm sure I'll develop the plot in more detail as it progresses. Thanks
Tifferzzz
Opens her chest-o-old characters and pulls this suit on squeezing in..."man...see what muscle growth will do." Zips it up and grins. "Let's do this Jonnerzzzzz")
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Seven years had passed in rapid succession that would attribute to many changes that were an intermixture of memorable and well as unforgivable. From death and carnage to remembrance, and forgiveness and ultimately a loss that was so substantial as to render one incapable of surviving any longer…from every painful emotion that one could experience and every wonderful realization that a mind could contemplate…stood a defiant hard-souled woman who refused to break. Within those years the family that she’d known had fallen to the overbearing will of another who had a greater army than her own. And despite the horrid anguish that they had experienced before their last breathe, despite the lands of Ayenee falling to the will of an unknown monster greater than them all…despite a loss of everything, she still remained nearby. Though not a person, nor a monster, nor any body remained in the original lands of Ayenee…though they’d all moved on without a word…she still remained nearby the ashes of her fallen home. She didn’t rebuild, for to do so would accomplish no purpose other than to recreate some flash of memory that would never return. Instead, the simplicity and complications of her body allowed her to take haven in a retreat most enticing – the wilderness. She lived among those that she could appear like and endured every weathered condition that would transverse these lush hills. Her ‘state’ as a ‘person’ would allow her special tolerances that most others couldn’t have. Only excessive temperatures were felt, and her healing capacity had become a great asset. In addition, her fellow comrades of the forest were also the very victims that would occasionally fall prey to her.
Regardless, she took nothing that she didn’t require, nor did she mind of the situation. It fit her perfectly to be in this place at this specified time in her existence.
Therefore, when the breathe of wind carried word of intrusion…when the animals of the forest departed further into the trees and foliage…was when she emerged from the empty black darkness of the cave. She listened for the trees to sway with their whispers. With narrowed permanently-elongated pupils, the form of a four-legged black creature would rise to two feet. Nude flesh would cover among itself with the contortion and discoloration of flesh until the preferred type of clothing was obtained. Silent barren feet moved through the trees, and over fallen limbs. Crouching on all fours, she crested the ridge, and looked through the circle of trees to the large embodiment of flesh on the forest floor. An upwind carried with it the scent of the foreign object, and like the image from a dream…there was something within her that knew of that scent but wouldn’t place it. It wasn’t until the man moved, shifted and rose that the realization slammed into her like a freight train. ‘Annerod’ His name whispered on her lips as quiet as a breath of air in pure disbelief. The stunned aspect of having a deceased body suddenly thrown back into your life made you one of three things – crazy, in trouble, or….crazy. Shaking her mind of her thoughts, she remained entranced into the shadows separated from him on a cliff that rose more than thirty feet above him. Had he come for her then? Was it her time? That couldn’t be possible, for she didn’t think she was ready. At this point, she’d merely watch the man from her past. She'd merely…wait….
DerangedPyscho
Annerod's journey to the creek was a short, yet educational walk. He had come to the realization that with the loss of his house, he had nothing. It was time to rough it. Spotting a rather large rabbit, he saw an opportunity to gather some meat and skins to make a new satchel. When he reached down within himself however, to touch upon the demon magic, he found an odd empty void where once the power welled up within him. This troubled him, greatly and he wondered just how much of his previous self he had lost.
With nothing more than a simple loin cloth and his sword, he felt naked and vulnerable. Barefoot and miles from any civilization he forgot about the rabbit and continued on towards the source of water. He would deffinately have to do something, but first he wanted to get a drink and gather his thoughts. There was planning to do.
Shortly after, Annerod arrived at a small creek that ran north and south. Oddly, he recognized the exact place he now stood. He had often times spent days here just thinking. The make shift camp ground he had used over and over still showed signs of it's past use. He found the amount of brush and grass that had over-grown the once well worn ground to be discomforting. "How long have I been gone?" he said softly to himself. Seating himself near the creek he drank healthily, his mind running rampant.
(My second full fledged character back in maybe 2000 or 2001 was my most successful and longest running character/story. Now that I've returned, and for the sake of a wonderful old friend, I've decided to bring him out of retirement. Many of you will not know him, he stayed mostly within private RPs. Some of you may recognize the name however. And this, is the story of what happened to him all those years ago and a little bit of his return.)
::3-4 years ago::
Annerod slept peacefully within the dark confines of his bed chambers while the land surrounding his moderate cottage seemed to squirm with activity. The dense forestry did little to reveal the rapidly darting shadows zipping from shrub to tree to bush. Shadows seemed to be amassing from every which way, acres of land darkened suddenly as if the bright, full moon had suddenly blinked and forgot to open it's 'eye'. Annerod was a descendant of a rather complex family line and now 'they' had returned for him.
Annerod was born to a simple peasant woman thirty-four years ago. She had been raped by a powerful demon warlord though she would never speak of him or say his name, she had told the young Annerod a few stories about his father. When he was five, his mother died in a tragic fire. To this day, the cause of the fire is a mystery though Annerod believed it was his father that burned his home and his mother within it. Oddly, Annerod survived the flames without so much as a minor burn or scratch. He never gave it much thought actually, he simply chalked it up to luck.
Raised by his noble uncle in the very same cottage he lived in presently, he grew into a massive man and a fine warrior. His uncle knew of his heritage and devoted his remaining years to Annerod's strict education. He taught the big man manners and morals, he trained him extensivly in multiple types of weaponry and mortal combat. Most importantly however, he taught Annerod the basic laws of magic knowing full well that the big man would someday mature into the 'creature' his father doomed him to become.
He was a mammoth in his own right, standing just shy of eight feet tall and weighing in at a mind boggling five hundred pounds. Many men baulked and turned coward at the very sight of the massive barbarian. Others assumed him slow and a dumb brute only to find their heads rolling across the dirt. And, in extreme situations the demon blood coarsing through his viens enabled him an unusual ability. But we won't discuss this, at least not yet.
Despite his heightened sense of his surroundings, the shadows did not alert his demonic senses and he slumbered on, lost in a fleeting dream. Soon, the shadows engulfed the entire cottage. The darkness that had come to so completely permeate every niche and crack soon began to radiate a dark, evil energy. Tree's and grass wilted, rapidly dying as if their life-cycle had been increased ten-fold. And then, as soon as it began, it was gone. There was one thing
wrong however. The cottage, and the ground it sat upon were gone. The bright, full moon now beat down upon a large crater in the dirt.
(To Be Con't. Not Open RP yet.)
--------
Annerod would not wake up for many years, forced into a slumber by a powerful demon as his very essence was being syphoned from him. When he did awake however, he awoke with a start rolling out of bed and snatching his long sword from the table beside it. Alarms were screaming in his head, magical energy flooded his senses, bombarding him to the point of near incapacitation. Gradually, as the groginess from his long nap wore off he came to realize that the darkness in the room and outside the window was far too complete to be natural.
His normally pure black eyes roiled with anger as his brain made the connection to the darkness, swirls of a deep blood red could be seen burning deep within the pupils. He understood now the constant on-slaught of magical energy. He, and his home, had been sucked into the void between dimensions. He had 'walked' here often in the past but only for fleeting moments to escape a foe or travel with haste to his destination.
'Annerod' a soft whispering voice re-sounded within his head. The whisper seemed to boom loudly however, causing him to cringe and drop to a knee in pain. 'Annerod!' the voice persisted. Gritting his teeth he struggled to his feet. With a mighty blood curdling roar he shouted defiantly. "Get out of my head you bastard!" He had heard the voice once before, the power radiating from even such a simple link nearly killed him. He was much stronger now however. 'Why do you defy me my son?' the voice sounded once again. Three times now his father had made an attempt to win him over, to get him to join his legion of evil. Each time Annerod had faught him off, but here, such a task was proving rather difficult. It was almost as if the old demon sought to destroy him.
"I will not submit to you father!" the big man roared, the swirl in his eyes turning a deeper shade of red as he grew angrier. It was all he could take to stay standing beneath the crushing waves of mental energy. 'Then you must die!' the voice roared. At that same instant Annerod collapsed to the floor, gritting his teeth and clutching his ears. Blood flowed from his nose freely, trickling down his cheeks from his ears. "No! No! No! No!" he roared once more trying every little trick he had learned to lock the old demon out. "I'm stronger than you father!"
The voice resounded once more in laughter. 'You are nothing!' Annerod cried out in pain, an invisible pressure closing in on his body. His chest felt tight and his head throbbed as if someone twice his size had his head and was attempting to crush his skull. Moments before he blacked out, he vaguely recalled a pair of strong hands hoisting him up in the air where he was thrown over someone or something's shoulders. He was hardly aware when this mysterious being opened a portal back to the world of the living and carried him through.
---Present Day---
He awoke with a start, sitting up quickly only to lie back down as a massive dizzy spell over-came him. He ached all over and his head throbbed fiercly. Looking around, he found himself in a small forest clearing, wrapped tightly in a blanket near a roaring fire. The clearing appeared to be empty otherwise. Moments later he drifted off once again.
When he awoke, the fire had nearly burned itself out and oddly the aches and pains were nearly gone. Sitting up slowly this time he threw the blankets aside and claimed his sword, glad to see it lay beside him. His memory of how he got here was foggy though he did recall his bastard father having something to do with it all.
Parched, he rose to trail the scent of water in the distance, faintly detected by his heightened, demonic senses. As he rose, he took notice of a small envelope near the fire, it's white surface almost glowing in the flames. A rock had been set upon it's corner to hold it in place.
Finding it addressed to him he opened it and scanned over it quickly. It was short but made note of his rescue from the void. At it's end was the name Krellin and a small P.S. "I will be watching over you."
Stuffing the envelope into his belt he trudged off towards the source of the water trying to make sense of everything. He was not aware that it had been four long years since he left the plane of the living.
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--Elsewhere--
The forest teamed with life, flourishing in every direction. Birds sang their soft tranquil song, crickets chirped and the undergrowth was lush and full. Everything was as it should be in the small valley.
Well, almost everything. In it's center, amidst all of the life and serenity, evil grew. The shadows seemed to thicken and gather as if beckoned by some strange call. Swirling and coagulating at some unseen focal point. Just over the northern ridge lay the small crater left behind with the dissapearance of Annerod and his small cottage.
Strange things had begun to happen in the valley since the big barbarians dissapearance. Most notably was the growing veil of impenetrable shadows in the valley's center. It seemed as if the big man's presence kept the order of things orderly.
Legend was, Annerod's uncle's great grandfather was a mage of considerable power. One evening he defeated and imprisoned a powerful demon in the valley's center. He then built his home not far from the very same spot in order to maintain the barrier and keep a vigilant eye on things. Unfortunately with the death of his uncle, the legend was lost and it's truth's had been twisted.
The grand father's spell was weakoning, not designed to endure eons but to be supported by the presence of one of the Corellus blood line. Annerod was the last and he had been gone so long that his return was not enough. The spell had already been broken, and the demon was slowly awakening from his centuries long slumber.
( I'm now declaring this open RP. I do however have a few requests. For the time being, I would rather no one assume the role of any of the NPC's mentioned above. Also, It would be great if those characters of a particularly malicious nature not be introduced into the RP with the exception of Chastine interacting with Annerod due to a previously established plot line.
It's a somewhat vague, and open ended plot line. Hopefully we can get a few more players contributing. I'm sure I'll develop the plot in more detail as it progresses. Thanks
Tifferzzz
Opens her chest-o-old characters and pulls this suit on squeezing in..."man...see what muscle growth will do." Zips it up and grins. "Let's do this Jonnerzzzzz")
_______
Seven years had passed in rapid succession that would attribute to many changes that were an intermixture of memorable and well as unforgivable. From death and carnage to remembrance, and forgiveness and ultimately a loss that was so substantial as to render one incapable of surviving any longer…from every painful emotion that one could experience and every wonderful realization that a mind could contemplate…stood a defiant hard-souled woman who refused to break. Within those years the family that she’d known had fallen to the overbearing will of another who had a greater army than her own. And despite the horrid anguish that they had experienced before their last breathe, despite the lands of Ayenee falling to the will of an unknown monster greater than them all…despite a loss of everything, she still remained nearby. Though not a person, nor a monster, nor any body remained in the original lands of Ayenee…though they’d all moved on without a word…she still remained nearby the ashes of her fallen home. She didn’t rebuild, for to do so would accomplish no purpose other than to recreate some flash of memory that would never return. Instead, the simplicity and complications of her body allowed her to take haven in a retreat most enticing – the wilderness. She lived among those that she could appear like and endured every weathered condition that would transverse these lush hills. Her ‘state’ as a ‘person’ would allow her special tolerances that most others couldn’t have. Only excessive temperatures were felt, and her healing capacity had become a great asset. In addition, her fellow comrades of the forest were also the very victims that would occasionally fall prey to her.
Regardless, she took nothing that she didn’t require, nor did she mind of the situation. It fit her perfectly to be in this place at this specified time in her existence.
Therefore, when the breathe of wind carried word of intrusion…when the animals of the forest departed further into the trees and foliage…was when she emerged from the empty black darkness of the cave. She listened for the trees to sway with their whispers. With narrowed permanently-elongated pupils, the form of a four-legged black creature would rise to two feet. Nude flesh would cover among itself with the contortion and discoloration of flesh until the preferred type of clothing was obtained. Silent barren feet moved through the trees, and over fallen limbs. Crouching on all fours, she crested the ridge, and looked through the circle of trees to the large embodiment of flesh on the forest floor. An upwind carried with it the scent of the foreign object, and like the image from a dream…there was something within her that knew of that scent but wouldn’t place it. It wasn’t until the man moved, shifted and rose that the realization slammed into her like a freight train. ‘Annerod’ His name whispered on her lips as quiet as a breath of air in pure disbelief. The stunned aspect of having a deceased body suddenly thrown back into your life made you one of three things – crazy, in trouble, or….crazy. Shaking her mind of her thoughts, she remained entranced into the shadows separated from him on a cliff that rose more than thirty feet above him. Had he come for her then? Was it her time? That couldn’t be possible, for she didn’t think she was ready. At this point, she’d merely watch the man from her past. She'd merely…wait….
DerangedPyscho
Annerod's journey to the creek was a short, yet educational walk. He had come to the realization that with the loss of his house, he had nothing. It was time to rough it. Spotting a rather large rabbit, he saw an opportunity to gather some meat and skins to make a new satchel. When he reached down within himself however, to touch upon the demon magic, he found an odd empty void where once the power welled up within him. This troubled him, greatly and he wondered just how much of his previous self he had lost.
With nothing more than a simple loin cloth and his sword, he felt naked and vulnerable. Barefoot and miles from any civilization he forgot about the rabbit and continued on towards the source of water. He would deffinately have to do something, but first he wanted to get a drink and gather his thoughts. There was planning to do.
Shortly after, Annerod arrived at a small creek that ran north and south. Oddly, he recognized the exact place he now stood. He had often times spent days here just thinking. The make shift camp ground he had used over and over still showed signs of it's past use. He found the amount of brush and grass that had over-grown the once well worn ground to be discomforting. "How long have I been gone?" he said softly to himself. Seating himself near the creek he drank healthily, his mind running rampant.
