A Fallen Angel. (Join-in)

Nirdor smashed and bashed the dead angel with his beastly hands. It has been a hard fight with lot of blood, but after several times with the sounds of steel the angel had fallen to the ground. Nirdor couldn´t recognize the dead body, but he didn´t care about that. He was so blood drunken and looked at his wounds and laughed. He could feel the blood pumping and hammering through his body, he loved to kill angels still they was some tough warriors. Nirdor grinned at the body with madness and mayhem, he took a bottle of Heidruns mead, and swalloved all in once. He praised his axe and took one of the wings of the fallen angel back to his backpack, so he could show the rest of the villains what he had done. He moved towards The Good Old One, the mountains, slowly, walking... he felt no pain no sorrow... The mead tasted really good. Also combined with some angel blood..

"Aaah, hm... Gooood, errr" he muttered.

Silvers heart punded from the heavy run and she made it up the little hill finally, only to nearly break down from what she saw. Trying to catch her breath, she held on to the oaktree, which was spreading its shadow over what seemed to be a narrow clearing on the small plateau she was standing on.
Tears welled up in her eyes and a sound of terror came out of her mouth but the lack of breath let it vanish in the air almost unheard.
Down there, on the other side of the hill she witnessed the last seconds of one of her angels, who faught brave and in the end desperately for their believes. A barbarian of the darkest kind had attacked the creature of pureness and with the first drop of Angelblood they had all felt the barbarian axes cut like it was their own flesh getting split.
Angels were individuals but bound together through deep feelings and a shared soul.
Thus she came as fast as she could, trying to run for help.
And now she realized it was too late...
As the barbarian finished the Angel off, all she could do was watch him crack the angels wing off of its already vanishing body and pack it in the backpack of his, walking away with a satisfied and brutal grin, drinkin on his victory which brought pain and unbelieveable darkness amongst all the Sainted Seraphs.
Silver recognized him immediately and shook her head in disbelief and in slowly but sturdily rising anger and coldness.
"Nirdor." she flustered, when her face softened and when she wahsed away all the feelings of horror and loss to concentrate on the power of her own being.
"You might get away with this... for now. You attacked us in the weakest of all ways... you slaughtered one of us. You maybe think you are strong enough to put up with us....
But I promise you.."
She stopped and smiled coldly, when she got up and put her head high in the wind, closing her eyes to the gazing moonlight.
"I promise you, Nirdor of the Barbarians... you will not be able to deal with the answer. From now on fear our Swords. Never walk alone, never feel safe... never ever think, you will live a happy life ever again."

She then folded her shining wings around herself as if to cover up for a moment.
Then she spread them out widely and with a soft movement lifted herself up in the air and was gone faster as her last words could reach whoevers ears were listening:

"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Wings of honour and wings of trust. The Sainted Seraphs... is who we are."

Down on the ground the last bit of Angelblood sunk into the greaveing earth. A silver graveflower grew on the place and nothing was left but the memory of the Angel that had died right there, which emerged from every flower petal to be smelled by those who knew.
From that day on, nothing was as it has been and nothing would ever be the same again.
The war in between the both had begun.


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OOC:

Nirdor! Haha, ~hugs and kisses cheeks~ Well done my friend! great idea, I simply love it. Now lets hope and get some of all us to join in and keep creating a great story, would be so awesome Ima spread this amongst the angels and you make sure and kick some butt in here too ~hints about a certain lady with some silver in her name, too~

~g~

Kisses and smooches for my huge barbarian friend and hope we speak soon ^^

The hugmaster Silver :*

Seeing Nirdor's faint shadow in the pale moonlight somehow reassured her.
She knew something either awful or magnificant had happened this night. For what she knew it could be both. Nirdor seemed somewhat hurt, and... drunk; as usual. The air trembled with rage and power, but she couldn't put her finger on what caused the fenomenal feeling. Whatever it was, Nirdor seemed unaffacted by it. He probably wouldn't even notice it if Avenlia suddenly decided to chop his leg off.

She carefully moved towards the barbarian. Avenlia knew better than many that Asgarond could be dangerous at nighttime. She stopped a few metres in front of Nirdor. Seeing his axe bloody, and his bloodstained clothes, Avenlia could guess that Nirdor had managed to cause disorder and mayhem.. - again.
Tell me, what have you done now? Avenlia sighed as she spoke the words slowly, as speaking to a two year old.
Nirdor didn't seem to notice her voice, or even her presense. She asked again, this time louder, but it didn't help much.
What have..? she interupted herself in the middle of the sentence as she saw the feathers sticking out of Nirdor's backpack.
Oh no, not again! she thought. Although she felt a slight pleasure of seeing a mutilated angel, or at least a part of one, she could not help feeling a faint pity for them. This was the second this month, but she didn't think that the family of the first was aware that it had been slayed by a mere barbarian. And for this? He might as well have slain it in front of their leaders eyes for what she knew!

At least she knew the origin of the strange feeling now, she thought as she guided the blooddrunken Nirdor back to their camp.
She had once heard angels tasted like chicken.. Now she get to know!

While the flower grave slowly grew to full blossom on the place the Angel died, Silver softly landed far away. Her foot reached the ground ever so silently, just like a breeze caresses a face on an oceans calm shore.
Silver still cried, but no moan escaped her lips, her weeping remained to herself.
With a look around, she slowly walked towards a beautiful hill in the northern part of the city. That little hill was covered with rich flora and the flowers scent lingered in the cool air of the night.
Only the dragonflies enlightened the scenery that could have been so very peaceful, if there were not these horrible pictures she still had in her head.
Her Angel... her beautiful Angel had died to Nirdors hands!
Silver climbed up the few stairs, those thoughts hammering inside her like they wanted to rip her heart apart.
When she reached her secret place, she let herself sink down on her knees and sat to the ground inmidst of the beautiful flowers.

She pulled her knees up, tight to herself and there was nothing that could stop her now.
Her pain hit her hard and she finally allowed herself what she had been holding back so tough: Silver cried. And she let out all her grief and sorrow while trying to understand what has happened to her friend from years back.

Nirdor... that name still touched her heart, only that from now on it would cause her pain and a raging fire for revenge.
She still did not understand it, Nirdor was her comrade for many years, they have been bound in a guild of tight friendship... but the ritual must have gone wrong!
Yes, he has always been really rough and grumpy but Nirdor has been a barbarian after all and thus it has been to be expected, that he acted the way he was! And after a while, after a certain ritual, he started to change. He wanted to find the explanation to how one can perform softer when being around ladies, but... his whole personality changed... and not to the good.
Finally he left that guild shortly before it broke to pieces and never did anyone ever hear from him again.
Silver always wondered, where he ended up and what had happened to him, but nobody knew.

After a time, Silver was an Angel for a while, she started to stop worrying but kept her friend Nirdor, the one she knew for so long, deep inside her heart.
And Avenlia Silvershade who had shared his path, remained unforgotten at the very same place.

Silver cried for her Angel, but she cried for the friends she had lost, too.
When she finally came to the point where she could stop the weeping and the pain, she knew what to do and how to find out about what had happened.
She knew just the right person to ask for help.

Before she feel into a deep exhausted sleep, Silver flustered: " I will reveal the mysteries. The darkness shall be lifted from whatever happened to you and Ave, Nirdor. I will find out. And then..."

With a breath she drifted away...

".. then I will know how to let you pay for the carnage you created. Wait for me... wait for us..."

Nirdor dawdled across the fields of angel blood. Slowly he swung the axe on the big shoulder and noticed that Avenlia was there. That archer could kill Nirdors patience somtimes. Nirdor grunted.

"So it's you again, I didn't need any help this time, but I saw a mighty angel escaped from the woods some hundred meters from us, too bad I don't have wings" he grinned widely.

"I'm not sure, but did the angel have more then two, or serveral feather wings, Ave." The bottle of mead was empty, and he took up another one, and shared it with the archer. They started run slow over the Plains of Havoc, towards north. Avenlia was fast, light as a feather, but Nirdor managed to keep up. Curses does archers and rangers, and reminded himself that he wasn't like them.

"Blood and cursed ash, let's kill some Orcs" he shouted.



OOC: I hope more folks join this thread, Silver. It looks very promising. Gives Silver the huggmaster a big hug

Com'on guys, please join, I know you are out there

On the silent oak woods a lone person dressed on blue robes and holding an staff of simple wood wandered, not as one without a destination, but as one who search carefully for something lost long ago. The soft wind led Elgard to the southern plains, a place of dread and suffering. “Where evil rule, good shall prevail. Where much blood has been spilled, yours shall be renewed. Where many faced death, you shall find rebirth.” The words of an old seer from the nordic cold lands kept him travelling all around the world, first on a chase, now on the run. Yet these words left a warm feeling of hope, her last warning before collapsing worried the lone druid. “There, you will face yourself, and there you will find… him.”

How much time has passed since Elgard last faced him in a fight, the old man didn’t know, but he did steal his powers, turning the table against the druid; “The hunter’s time has come to an end. Now it is the hunt’s time!”
Elgard felt a chill inside.
Leaning on his cane, he coughed about nine times, to the point he felt the disgusting taste of his own blood run through his throat. “Damm you…” he coughed again. Looking high at the sky and taking a deep breath, he saw a winged figure rise up from the ground, flying fast until some white clouds hid the almost as white angel. A sign of good luck, finally.

The wind suddenly turned heavier, and a mix of strong smells filled the woods, which Elgard recognized immediately. Hastening his pace and almost leaving his staff behind, he followed it, in hope to find someone he haven’t seen for a long time, “listening to the wind”, just like in the old times.

OoC: hey guys, long time, hasn't been it? Silver just told me about this and I my hands were tickling to post something here

Meanwhile... far away from battle field, far away from Heaven and far away from Hell:

There is a man with a long past and a unknown future.
People around him can see just a man having a beer, he seems old but it is not experience... it is the bad life, the work and the unhopeness.
Ok, so it is just that: a man having a beer. His past is not important and his future is not written.

And again in the blood field: a weak, little cherub cries and something begins to grow up inside him.

OOC: I want to write here, but I have not a story to mix with yours so let me introduce two new characters: the cherub and the man. I don´t know what are they gonna do... but they are not gonna be heroes neither important part of story, they are just gonna be observers. In fact the man is not part of this realm.

Nirdor sat near a campfire in the waste lands where the orcs lived. Eating roasted flesh from a orc and drank lukewarm water from his bag with water. He had tasted a lot of better food. In Kazardoon and Thais they had some of the best menys. But Nirdor was far from the citys now.
He was still hungry... so hungry...

"Oi, Avenlia" He looked at her over the fire.
"Let´s try does feather wings you have in your backpack, aye. I´m so hungry I could eat a whole elephant right now".

It has been a long, deep sleep of pure exhaustion. Silver had not dreamed at all and when she woke up, the first dawny sunrays lingered around her and tickled her cheeks. The sun was just coming up on the horizon and the orange glow of the new morning greeted her, just like nothing had ever happened.
Mother nature did not seem to care since it was and will always be. Her burning eyes tho told another story and the memory of the last nights happenings struck her like a thunderbolt.
Silver shook her head in disbelief and her face grimassed to pure pain and desperation. She had wept all the tears an angel could cry and her throat was raspy.
Her body was worn out and as she got up, another oh so happy ray of sunlight pained her morning sight.
Silver did not feel like greeting the new day at all.
She would have rather hid in the darkness of the night and for the first time in her life she wished, she could just vanish, instead of carrying the burden she had on her shoulders.
But there was nothing she could do. The other angels had to know and she would be the one breaking the news to them.
After a few moments of gathering herself together, she packed her bag and without a single word made her way to the Seraphs hidden island in the middle of the foggy and deep waters of an Antican place no one ever discovered.

On her way, she thought of fire and burning rage.. and there was only one angel that would be able to see the truth and let her know, what has been going on.

There she was...facing the dark walls that earth itself created around her, deep under the surface of Antica.
The shadow cave she only rarely left to wander the lands buried her existance away from the world above.
She had been sleeping.
Long.. ever so long.
Nothing and no one would dare waking her up unless in desperate need.
The call had been loud...
his death shook her entire being and ripped her out of the deep dream she was dreaming and when he cried the last deadly scream she opened her eyes, knowing it all.
Since that very moment she had remained silent. Stared at the dim light created by her entire being, flooding the cave..tainting it in fiery red warmth.
Shadows built creatureas around her but she did not mind.. it were creatures who came with her existance and she never feared anyhting.
The knowledge raged inside her and now she waited for her friend.
She would come.
Soon.
She would ask.
And then she would get to know it all.

Until that moment, Famous Flame continued staring at the fiery walls, piercing the red light with her black eyes, thinking about how in the end, she would possibly survive the future havoc that threw its bloody shadows into the past already, lingering around her being, making her desperately wish for the one and only Emotion that could save her burning heart to come and stay at her side.

The new day arose high above her, not caring about life nor death... its been and will always be here..

forever and one day.

Avenlia stared at Nirdor. She had been completely sure so many times about that Nirdor would never surprise her again with his barbarian manners. She couldn't believe it, he actually wanted to eat the angel-meat!
Avenlia sighed. Didn't Nirdor understand that she joked when she said that they were supposed to eat it?
Stupid question. Nirdor's life cyclus was ludicrously simple, it consisted of eating, sleeping, drinking and fighting. Getting jokes was certainly not a part of it.
She sighed again, before strapping the backpack with its contents of her back, and throwing it to Nirdor.
She faced from him, sat down on a rock and started to clean her bow. A short glance on the arrow quiver told her that she would soon have to fletch more arrows. Furthermore, she was also extremely hungry, but was not even close to considering sharing Nirdor's disgusting meal.
No, she had seen some pretty tasty deers running along the hillside which she would catch later.
There was only one fact that bothered her a lot;
She was frightened, and she didn't like it at all. She feared that Nirdor didn't have a clue about what mess, trouble and not least wrath he had forced upon them.
The sun started its descend from the top of the sky, and soon it would vanish behind the mountains, abandoning the world to the darkness.
Only a united Asgarond could save them.

Nirdor snorted and looked at Avenlia and said:

"Haha. Food is food, fellah, don't think I'm stupid but in the end you would eat me if nothing else would been here and you where alone".

He started to rip off the feather from the wing, and found a little twig near for bearing the angel meat.

"I shall try to burn this softly, like Ol'Frodo's steak is. Medium juicy. Here!".

Nirdor tossed some berries and plants to Avenlia.

"If you don't want to taste the wing, this is all I have left for eating. You can't just sit there and eat nothing, your too skinny already, hahaha" Nirdor laughed and poked Avenlia on the shoulders.

"Soh... Where's my bottle with mead...errr".

"Hey Ave, what are you laughing at, damn you?".

OoC:

<winks at Silverheart>

O'hoi Silver, I felt like bumping this thread, hehe!