Sorrow Posted July 2, 2008 Report Posted July 2, 2008 i'm starting a topic about ideas, creativity, legends and tales. Any one have a good tale? Own creation or heard somewhere, doesn't matter, just post. Some people hate reading, but to me it can be pretty entertaining when i'm reading about fantasy. As the topic starter, i'll also tell the first tale, hope whoever reads it finds interesting ^^ The True Lord of Vermilion. There was a time in Rune Midgarts when Prontera wasn't the capital of the northlander Continent. A large island stood between the main continent and the foreign kingdons of the east, not a single person from Rune Midgarts could sail farther than that island that was easily seen across the oceans of Alberta, one of the ancient cities fo the continent. This mysterious island held many secrets. And the ruler of said isle, was always in fight with King Tristan First, it is said that the power held by the commander was immense and he had milliards of powerful followers, they had study over forbidden arts that turned possible for once humans taht lived in there merged themselves with seamonsters resulting in absurdly powerful sea dwelling creatures that rule the seas with no match. Rune Midgarts was threatened by these people day after day, for with no exterior communication, Prontera couldn't prosper properly. The Air Planes and Teleport Technology services weren't even existent. Being the sea the only way for Rune midgarts to grow and prosper, the ruler of that ominous island kept tight hand in control of the sea and pre vented Prontera and the other cities to prosper, Geffen was only half the size it is today, Morroc was too far to lend hand to Prontera without months of expeditions, Priests were only starting to learn the secrets of teleportation and the newest city, Al De Baran the city build around one wonder that has been long forgotten the secrets for its constructions the Clock Tower, couldn't possible help yet being only a city of civilians and intelectuals that have just started to try to decypher the secrets of alchemy. The fearful Island was called Vermilion, for when ships tryed to depart at midnight to escape the many watching eyes present there, the morning sun always revealed beaches with waters as crimson as blood in them, and the ships never returned, nor their crew. King Tristan, decided that that had to end, but since big armies of prontera had already been slaughtered, he decided taht the best was to make the opposite, instead of number he decided that it was needed quality. He summoned his two best Guardians, Haggen the Lord Knight and Siengreed the Palladin, they joined forces with Mithos, the head in exorcism priest in Prontera, he was still young enough to go into the adventure and was eperienced enough to bring the Lord's support to the group. Branggien, the most accurate hunter of all Payon joined this group as well, her abilities in behaving properly in enemy territory made her a perfect memeber for the group. The legendary ex-assassin Hilda, was also summoned, but she refused the offer at first, because her past had changed, she was to get married and was giving up on all she done in the past. Howerver, she got blackmailed by one of the King's concil members saying that if she didn't cooperate, she wouldn't have a single moment of peace in her life. With no choice, she decides to go, but her groom decided he'd go along no matter what. He was a skilled young magician called Dreyfus, but like all the magicians that that time, they were labeled as weak and useful only for entertaining shows, so he wnet along, but no one even cared to know his name. None the less, was how she made her therms, she'd make a party of this last resort only if her lover could venture with her. The last assault started at night, lead by Branggien and Hilda, they made it perfectly into Vermilion right under everyone's noses. In the invasion they had their worst nightmares come true as monsters never dreamed of, appeared in their way. The stealthy part of the plan didn't last long as soon every soldier and monster in the isle was chasing the heroic group. The fight was intense, but after a huge assault against them which they managed to come out victorious, the very commander showed into the picture. Siengreed was the first to fall, his Devotion had protected everyone until now, but after his falling, the group couldn't last much longer as a fearful monster backstabbed Mithos, bringing the legendary Exorcist to meet his end. Haggen was too proud to leave the battle field and died after stabbing the commander with his sword in a very honorable fight, but Haggen missed the Tyrant's heart a few inches, the evil Lord didn't miss Haggen's though. The hunteress, Braggien fought breaverly to her last breath after acting as a decoy for Hilda and Dreyfus try and escape, she had grown found of them and wanted that at least they would be able to escape that nightmare and see the light of the new day. The huntress met her end in an ambush in the summit of the tallest cliff in Vermilion, she fell to the seas and no one ever saw her again. The Tyrant himself chased the wounded couple, he would make sure to release all his fury upon the two remaining ones. As they thought they would escape in the secret boat they used for the invasion, the commander of that cursed Island made it to them, and with an unholy spell he Back stabbed Dreyfus, Hilda was way too quick and in the last second she noticed what was going to happen and she protected her loved one with her own body as a shield. Dreyfus, was shocked, his beloved bride was dying on his arms and his conrades were all defeated mercilessly. As his first tear reached for Hilda's face, her body no longer held any bit of life. His sorrow became anger as the Tyrant mocked him and his feelings, saying that he was so weak he had to be protected by his bride. The sparkling sky made the ocean furious, as the magician stared into the Tyrant's eyes with a gaze that could pierce into a wall, Dreyfus voiced a few words. "i call upon thee in the land of the dead, to unleash thy fury of thunder!" This shout made a lethal bolt pierce the air like a falling star, young eyes observed the Island from the distance their stare reflected fright and scare, as the lightning divided the land making the ocean arise upon each strike, sky and earth were unifyed by that bridge of light that has shown no mercy for the isle that after a few seconds of that resplendor succumbed along with everything in it. As they looked from Alberta's shore, the once proud and fearful Island of Vermilion had forever vanished along with all monstruosities that were once in it. From this point on, magicians of Geffen started to be respected, and every young wizzard that came from there, tryed fruitlessly, to mimic the glory made in name of Rune Midgarts, made by the Wizzard whose history forgets the name. Their attempt to mimic that glory is today known as "Lord of Vermilion" in honor of the one who made the cursed Island succumb to never be seem again.
