Jenrak
31-03-2005, 03:57
OOC: Okay, I'm righting a novel, (yeah, chaos) and it's about my nation. That's why I name my nation Jenrak. :D Based on my story. I've been working for over a year, and so far the pages are 233 Microsoft Word pages. I'll post some of my story here not to advertise, but to let you guys see if it is alright by you. There are some typos, I know.
The 9th Finger: Part 1 - A Droplet of Blood
When does a thought become an act? A mere callous vision and stroke of imagination becomes reality, movement, decision. Can one change the thought when they execute the act? Or is one condemned to all eternity with that thought, that entire feeling of the lack of moral.
It is apparent that although there is no way to change the past, many people dwell upon it, and draw weakness, strength and power, as they grow, and more acts committed become more irreversible. When one becomes a monster, and they dwell on their past, and lack the foresight for their future.
In the dank wasted dunes of Schercina, the devil's fray in the ancient fringe border of Ascherach, grew the life of a tainted soul waiting to emerge, to grow, and to annihilate all unworthy life, ultimately as another scourge of god. Within this wasteland, this soul grew life, and with life, grew power, and with power, became corrupt. The soul had, interestingly, an ancient name. Its name was Arborgard, the twelfth of his bloodline, and with the teachings his anscestors, he rallied a power greater than anyone could have thought at his flesched age.
Arborgard's name meant heir, and it was very soon to be seen that he was one. With every ticking slot of time that passed, every second that flickered, he grew, and he slowly began his ascension to power. Within years he forged an army of enemies to fight his, and although an enemy of his enemy is seemingly a friend, to him it was just another life. He had not given up his plans for the ultimate scourge.
Tonight, amongst the silvery stars of the crying universe, in reverence to the ones who will die to please his views, the pain and torture committed will be intense to those who brought nothing but pain and misguidance to him. Arborgard planned to murder all life that opposed him, and his anscestors. He planned to drop a droplet of blood into the sea for every person he killed, and he planned to fill an ocean.
OOC: Intro. I'll post the actual story tomorrow.
The 9th Finger: Part 1 - A Droplet of Blood
When does a thought become an act? A mere callous vision and stroke of imagination becomes reality, movement, decision. Can one change the thought when they execute the act? Or is one condemned to all eternity with that thought, that entire feeling of the lack of moral.
It is apparent that although there is no way to change the past, many people dwell upon it, and draw weakness, strength and power, as they grow, and more acts committed become more irreversible. When one becomes a monster, and they dwell on their past, and lack the foresight for their future.
In the dank wasted dunes of Schercina, the devil's fray in the ancient fringe border of Ascherach, grew the life of a tainted soul waiting to emerge, to grow, and to annihilate all unworthy life, ultimately as another scourge of god. Within this wasteland, this soul grew life, and with life, grew power, and with power, became corrupt. The soul had, interestingly, an ancient name. Its name was Arborgard, the twelfth of his bloodline, and with the teachings his anscestors, he rallied a power greater than anyone could have thought at his flesched age.
Arborgard's name meant heir, and it was very soon to be seen that he was one. With every ticking slot of time that passed, every second that flickered, he grew, and he slowly began his ascension to power. Within years he forged an army of enemies to fight his, and although an enemy of his enemy is seemingly a friend, to him it was just another life. He had not given up his plans for the ultimate scourge.
Tonight, amongst the silvery stars of the crying universe, in reverence to the ones who will die to please his views, the pain and torture committed will be intense to those who brought nothing but pain and misguidance to him. Arborgard planned to murder all life that opposed him, and his anscestors. He planned to drop a droplet of blood into the sea for every person he killed, and he planned to fill an ocean.
OOC: Intro. I'll post the actual story tomorrow.