Fraek
12-03-2004, 06:40 PM
((OOC: I like writing books in MMORPGs if that is an option, so one night when I couldn't sleep I sat up and jotted down some stories, inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Okay, the stories can't be compared to those of Tolkien, but if you want Tolkien then go read Tolkien, if you want first drafts of stories written by a tired Fraek then read this:p))
The Lonely Wizard
At the foot of a volcano,
beyond the woods of stone,
in the top room of his tower
a wizard lives alone.
The tower's guarded by his minions,
endurant to the last,
vurnerable to fire,
but strong and O so fast!
Should you manage to sneak by them,
there are challenges ahead,
for many traps await you,
be careful or be dead!
Over floors covered in blood
and corpse-ridded staircases,
you must pass many traps and guards
wielding swords crossbows and maces.
The wizard he is cruel;
greedy, plain-out mean.
Few have ever seen him
and none have lived to tell what they have seen.
The Fazoo
In Neutra's realm there is a creature
with he most peculiar looks:
a large bird with a duck's bill
and instead of talons; hooks!
It has the eyes of a cat but the face of a dog
(with a duck's bill, of course!),
and wool belonging to a sheep
and the tail of a horse!
Only the wings look somewhat normal
(allthough they're a bit odd too),
this bird is (rarely) found in forests,
where you can here it go "Fa-zoo!"
Agnar's Moth
dark wings with hypnotising paterns,
where the head should be; a skull,
So beautiful,
so deadly
it flies through the air,
it has complete control.
So gracious,
so deadly
It is easily crushed;
it is so delicate,
So defenseless,
so deadly
but do not touch it;
it is Death's advocate!
So seemingly harmless,
so incredibly deadly...
The Reaper Butterfly
It is said that in Zephyr's domain
Agnar's reapers snuck in a butterfly,
imbued by Agnar himself
with the power to make all who touch it die.
It is easy to spot;
it bears a skull for a head,
and beatiful dark wings
but if you touch them, you're dead!
If it lands on your shoulder
you'll die next full half moon,
but touch it on purpose
and you'll die the following noon.
Do not be a fool,
do not seek it out!
It's doom can't be escaped,
there is no hope and no doubt!
There are several now,
for your dusk means their morn':
Each time one kills someone,
a new one is born.
Okay, the stories can't be compared to those of Tolkien, but if you want Tolkien then go read Tolkien, if you want first drafts of stories written by a tired Fraek then read this:p))
The Lonely Wizard
At the foot of a volcano,
beyond the woods of stone,
in the top room of his tower
a wizard lives alone.
The tower's guarded by his minions,
endurant to the last,
vurnerable to fire,
but strong and O so fast!
Should you manage to sneak by them,
there are challenges ahead,
for many traps await you,
be careful or be dead!
Over floors covered in blood
and corpse-ridded staircases,
you must pass many traps and guards
wielding swords crossbows and maces.
The wizard he is cruel;
greedy, plain-out mean.
Few have ever seen him
and none have lived to tell what they have seen.
The Fazoo
In Neutra's realm there is a creature
with he most peculiar looks:
a large bird with a duck's bill
and instead of talons; hooks!
It has the eyes of a cat but the face of a dog
(with a duck's bill, of course!),
and wool belonging to a sheep
and the tail of a horse!
Only the wings look somewhat normal
(allthough they're a bit odd too),
this bird is (rarely) found in forests,
where you can here it go "Fa-zoo!"
Agnar's Moth
dark wings with hypnotising paterns,
where the head should be; a skull,
So beautiful,
so deadly
it flies through the air,
it has complete control.
So gracious,
so deadly
It is easily crushed;
it is so delicate,
So defenseless,
so deadly
but do not touch it;
it is Death's advocate!
So seemingly harmless,
so incredibly deadly...
The Reaper Butterfly
It is said that in Zephyr's domain
Agnar's reapers snuck in a butterfly,
imbued by Agnar himself
with the power to make all who touch it die.
It is easy to spot;
it bears a skull for a head,
and beatiful dark wings
but if you touch them, you're dead!
If it lands on your shoulder
you'll die next full half moon,
but touch it on purpose
and you'll die the following noon.
Do not be a fool,
do not seek it out!
It's doom can't be escaped,
there is no hope and no doubt!
There are several now,
for your dusk means their morn':
Each time one kills someone,
a new one is born.