| Hello All, |
| Wow, real life is dull without AC, BUT.... I think its probably
best. Its been weighing on my mind recently what needs to be done,
whether I want to spend my precious brain cells consuming twinkies
in front of a TV screen and beating up a bunch of pixels that are
enormously well put together,or actually live in the real world and
hope I can get my act together before my bills and life, and outside
troubles get the best of me. *uggh* Whine like a child have I... and
then some. |
| Yet in some ways I hope I've brought a few smiles. My wallet was
stollen about a week ago and I cancelled my credit card, thus inadvertantly
cancelling my subscription to AC. Well not yet anyways, but soon I
think. I don't have much, but I'm going to pretty much give as much
back to the source as I can. For an 18th level warrior, I think Dactra
was well built. I would have wished to watch him Grow, and get tougher
and kill olthoi, BUT.. There's a lot out in the world, and I have
to get moving for now. I have to quit AC. Which REALLY sucks. On the
other hand, I have to live. My future is uncertain. We're supposed
to get the bruhaha about moving into barracks, and all that other
good gooberstuff by the end of next week, but for now, I have to look
at things this way. The chances for me getting to play AC are phenomenally
slim. So without really giving it too much more serious considerable
thought, I'm just going to say "Good Bye" and give my access to Draco.
He can mule everything before the Characters go into that big black
void of memory and then you guys can decide on what you want to do
from there. It was SOOO much fun playing with you all. I'm too much
of a loner in most things, but I think that for the better of the
few moments I was introduced and played with the members of the source,
I had a blast doing it. |
| On top of that, if I didn't have morals, I think I would be a fantastic
Saga-Master. Unfortunately, THERE IS more to life than simply rutting,
and I'd have to say that being a hero is 2 parts honor, one part righteous
rage, a lot of beautiful words and one humongous axe. Add that all
together an bad boys beware. Muhahahahahaha. It was good though, all
things being equal. I will enjoy the moments I had and then some.
Thanks for a lot of great memories guys. |
| *Dactra Sharply Salutes his monarch and his Queen, turns swiftly,
the billowing cloak shroud flowing out behind him, and then bows to
his comrades of the Source. With a flick of his wrist and a mischievous
smirk, he vanishes. All thats left of him are the clothes he wore,
some weapons, a few magic items and a few spell components.* |
| He awakens in tattered rags, and turns to the old man sitting by
the fire. His soul had returned. He smiled gently and then picked
up a bowl of steaming vegetables from the stand near the long wooden
Cot on which he had slept. |
| "How Long was I gone?" He whispered. |
| "Long enough," came the sound of a gruff voice from the direction
of the old man who sat fidgeting with something in his hands. Dactra's
eyes could not see, because the old mans back was to him. "Long enough
to have nearly been swept away by the mists of the source." |
| "The Source," He took another swift bite, and stood up carrying
the bowl over and sitting cross legged across from the man, feeling
the warmth from the fire in the roughly made stone hearth. |
| "Ay Laddie, You saw him?" The old mans eyes gleamed when he turned
over the rough material that he had been fidgeting with. |
| "Ay, I saw him. He fought well. He's much shorter than the man I
pictured." Dactra broke a smile as he slurpped on the long green that
dangled from his chin. The old man looked up from his lap quizzically,
"Oh?" |
| "Ay, He was not quite as tall as the Sequoia's. Only by half," Dactra's
laughter echoed out in the small one room hut. |
| "True enough," The old man laughed in spite of himself. |
| "Dac, what do you suppose is the key to it all?" Dactra's eyes were
distant and lost. He slowly scratched his chin, and smiled."I'd have
to say that the Saga poets are morons. They speak Volumes of Druss
and his unstoppable Axe and all of his adventures, yet they miss the
rest." |
| "The rest?" The old mans eyes flashed a questioning look. |
| "Ay, His Love of Sister C, The source, the very heart of Druss's
own comrades. I knew a few of these, yet I will try to tell you as
much as I can for the short amount of time I knew them. Mizu-no, an
archer with a talent for killing umbris, Miko-K-sun, Leadership unparralleled
in many ways. Movarl, a good humor, and a strong arm. Runac, a man
of charm and good natured thought. Rojon, Hiya and Rhodry, Three I
don't think could have complimented each other better. Reminds me
of Kasu Khan, Dekra, and Jo-shun here at Delnoch. MuttFyre. Now there
was a man. Indeed. His going away spoke volumes about the Loyalty
of the source." The older man coughed and smiled, "And I'm sure your
poetic thoughts rang out in that warm evening, did they not?" Dactra
smiled inwardly remembering the fireworks and the banquet. The battles
on Bandie hill, and the swarms of Source members who attended. "Ay,
that they did my friend, I just couldn't resist. Let me continue.
Draco, a Brother of fhe Blades was my patron. A goodly man, strong,
insured and well put. He divided his time between his adventures and
his home life. I will forever be grateful for all the awesome help
he's offered me. Hiya Aokawa adding to the list of those who have
helped me in that stead. And then the source members I knew little
of, but some of which I fought with, and others still I give great
worth. Runac, Ictinhival, Rach'mann, Khali, Simone, Doria the seeker,
Crimson Shadow, Hiro, Balgarion, Stylgar, Cyblade, Herrigal Eugen,
I could continue even to the ends of this list, but the truth is,
I have fought with many and still, I am content. The old man adjusted
himself furtively, "Ahhh.... So I see," His smile widening into a
broad faced Grin. "What of love? Did you find Love in Dereth?" Dactras
smile turned sad as he walked to the pot hanging over the fire and
spooned out some more vegetables. His eyes staring into the fire,
he turned slowly and silently sat cross legged once more before the
old man studying the lines and the face, and the leather jerkin on
which concealed several well crafted knives within easy reach. "Alas,
my friend, I found only Death." The older man patted his leg and smiled,
"She will come Dactra, she will come. And it will not be the legend
she searches for, but the man himself." Dactra listened to the crickets
outside the door, and patted the double bladed axe that lay at his
side. The Perfect ebony handle comforting his very soul, as the voices
of time whispered to him. The perfect blades molded in the shape of
butterfly wings glistened with the runes an the words that stung his
mind. He had seen in another world, in another time, that very blade
do horrific things, but the man was dead, and the Axe was all that
remained. Dactra's time had come. |
| "Are you leaving so soon My friend?" The old man whispered as Dactra
smoothed out his black leather breastplate and put it on. The silver
mesh of the chainmail and the black ebony leather greeves with the
rune symbols grafted in them. He turned as he placed the gauntlets
on his hands and smiled. "Skoda is not far Telris, I'll Lay this Death
stick to rest for an old friend and then I'll be back. Till then,
you take care." |
| The old man smiled and embraced him in a warriors embrace. "I shall
wait upon you then." He watched as Dactra mounted his horse and turned
for the mountains. Holding the Axe aloft, he raced off into the setting
sun. |
| The old man turned suddenly and smiled as a slim figured woman walked
up behind him and touched his shoulder gently, "Is he coming back
father?" He smiled up at her that Doleful smile, "I had hoped, but
the source has shown me his path. He will not." A single tear streaked
down her face, the gentle rising and falling of her bosom now erratic
and broken. She turned and moved off through the tall grass to the
stables beyond the small cottage. The old man moved back into the
cottage and turned lay down on the cot. He slowed his breathing and
once again walked the mists at last in his own mind materializing
before a large sign next to a strangely dressed man. He looked up,
and smiled at the writing on the sign. *Now entering Yanshi village*
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