Sep 252010

Chapters: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 Like many forum-based roleplay games, stories could end abruptly and never reach a satisfying conclusion.  Impious Fall was not much different; after nineteen posts across three different characters I had established the back story for my character, Tereil, in a manner that was far more elaborate than required. As the co-leader of a guild I felt that I had to set a good example.  I wrote roleplay for Tereil, Meine, and Kiven for months, and was well-served by spending [... read the rest ...]

Sep 182010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 ~~~ Meine, Priest of Isonia ~~~ I lie face down on the warm mountain rock, the heat of the dying day radiating from the rough stone and soaking into my cheek, a small blessing. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and has been since I fell here twenty minutes ago. I feel exhausted, defeated, and scared beyond comprehension yet unable to press on any further. All the focal points of my existence – my home, my master, [... read the rest ...]

Sep 112010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 ~~~ Tereil, the fallen ~~~ Tereil mentally acknowledged the priest’s flight, no hint of emotion marring his hawk like features, his eyes not bothering to follow the man’s retreat. To the passing observer the angel would appear as a statue except for the gentle rustling of his rich brown hair in the late day breeze. Minutes slipped by unnoticed, his thoughts again turned inward to the losses he had so recently suffered, a steady stream of tears trickling [... read the rest ...]

Sep 042010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 ~~~ Meine, Priest of Isonia ~~~ Syraph Keep , Late Afternoon My heart beats dully in my chest, a soft throbbing that I wish would stop, its endless rhythm maddeningly futile. With glazed eyes I walk mechanically forward, following the murky form of Tereil, my lord and master; the man who gave me a chance to prove myself many years ago, and to who I owe my life and more. His wings, once adorned with gossamer feathers, are naught [... read the rest ...]

Aug 282010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 ~~~ Tereil ~~~ Tereil stood before the kneeling priest, his gaze piercing the man’s very soul, stripping back the layers of thoughts and memories as if peeling an onion. A silvery tear traced down his cheek as he absorbed a lifetime of pain and anguish, the good and the bad events of Meine’s life blending together into a primordial soup of human futility. Hopes, dreams, and prayers merged with fears, angers, and pains, the result being a complete void of [... read the rest ...]

Aug 212010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 ~~~ Meine, Priest of Isonia ~~~ Tereil’s Chamber, Earlier That Day I walk slowly, my right arm around Brother Zaphel’s shoulders, the monk leaning into me for support on our somber trek through the keep. The halls are eerily quiet, devoid of the servants and soldiers that usually fill them. I assume that word of the devastation wrought in the prayer chambers has spread, and that people are in hiding fearing the worst; I would not blame them if that were [... read the rest ...]

Aug 142010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 ~~~ Kiven, reaver ~~~ Near the Isonian Encampment, Nightfall Kiven sniffed at the air, his heightened sense of smell picking out the distinctive scent of man-flesh nearby. Behind him a pack of fifty reavers was assembled, milling about impatiently, thirsting carnage. “This way,” he growled tossing his head forward, the words grating from his short muzzle unnaturally, harsh and abrasive. Yipping and snarling their assent, the pack moved forward, picking their way through the blasted hills carefully, their craving for blood tempered [... read the rest ...]

Aug 072010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 ~~~ The Sleeper ~~~ All dreams consist of truths, facts, and reality. This solid kernel of normality is often warped and distorted, twisted and disfigured until it more closely resembles a fantastic misadventure than an introspective view of what is known. Why the mind does this is unknown: perhaps it is to protect us from obtaining a stark roadmap of our soul, or perhaps our consciousnesses cannot bear to understand the cosmic truths that our dreams reveal. Whatever the case, once in a [... read the rest ...]

Jul 312010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 ~~~ Meine, Priest of Isonia ~~~ Inside Syraph Keep, Moments Before I lean against the stone wall of the prayer chamber, the cool surface comfortingly stable against my shaking hands, a bastion of simplicity anchoring me firmly to reality in the midst of utter chaos. My eyes meet those of Brother Zaphel, the middle-aged priest’s green-blue orbs wide in fear, his pupils dilated almost to their limit. I reach out an arm to the man, a gesture of friendship and comfort; the past few [... read the rest ...]

Jul 242010

What has come before: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ~~~ A reaver ~~~ Blood, hunger, pain, slaughter. The motivations of the beast were simple, transparent to the casual observer, or would be in short order if the observer didn’t run far and fast. A reaver was an efficient killing machine in all respects; vicious claws and razor fangs were designed to tear through flesh, bone, and chain mail with equal ease. The fact that Syraph’s outer perimeter had been breached and that Isonians were ravaging the populace within the Keep’s walls did not faze [... read the rest ...]

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