An article from around 10 years before Raazi arrived in Narfell.. EXECUTION DAY HIGHLIGHTS AND FINAL WORDS A wonderful day for justice has unfolded at sunset down at the docks over looking the beautiful bay of our crater city, Tashluta! A large crowd has gathered for these events, and the line for the victims' families are long as per usual. The convicts shall be anchored to the ground by their ankles and arms, and then have to face the participating victim's loved ones. After that, their final words are recorded and off they go! For those that have never been, vendors line the dockways offering discounted goods for the comfort of the spectators. Artisans, poets and civilians all join together post event for a large celebration that all should attend at least once in their lifetime even if they aren't local! Flowers are spilled across the street, bards play music, elderly bring their chairs and gossip, adults place bets, and children get hooked on specialty snacks all together in one day! However, the convicts will have their heads attached to one of the cities defenses: a trebuchet with a modified launcher designed to decapitate and launch heads into the sea! Dinghies wait in anticipation to catch the heads in the harbor. Special buoys are set up to guide ships around the typical splashdown zones, we don't want another incident like last month! __ It seems the other articles about convicts were purposely torn out.. ......... -------~ ......... The final convict, a murderer known as Dessa, stands before the two members of Opel Darringwey's family brave enough to face the heartless killer. Her husband, Dezlie Darringwey, approaches the leg bound Dessa with his 1 year old son Beryl. His only words were with his fist, straight into the convicts gut which made her vomit up her final meal- squid! It took some time for Dessa to recover, but she did retort with quite the conviction directed at her jailed partner in crime. "Rosie! You farking shitelord! I swear by all the hell's devils and demons, Godesses and Gods, and by all these witnesses here today! I WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU! YOU LIEING BIT-" and as is tradition when the convicts monologue with tasteless slurs, we cut them short and commence the execution! We were treated to an extravagant display as Dessa's body ripped away from her feet and wrists instead of her head like expected, leaving behind just two feet and clenched fists on the ground where she once stood! Her body did a full swing with the trebuchet, and as it snapped back from the artillery finishing its long pendulous launch, her head finally plopped off and unceremoniously fell into the water only yards into the sea! But that wasn't the end yet! The head was returned ashore and launched into the sea properly and everyone cheered! As the sun went down on the harbor, festivities picked up and the party lasted till sunrise the next day. I'll see you all at the next spectacle! -Adla Mispdell

A day for farewells was in order. He did not consider this as an act of politeness, for the mere word is foreign and stands without a meaning to him. His name is already wide known after merely a year back in Narfell and already there was a bounty on his head as the search parties restlessly persist in their pursuit. Space and time to consider his next move - a safe haven was the only thing his mind could currently long for. Beginning with Locke, continuing with Vladimir and Sogar, Quelcoth and Senria. Each received a deserved clap on their shoulder and a nod of respect. To each individual he explained the situation yet without the specific details. Everyone who he had been convinced to aid in his coming task was made aware of that the day to set off had been postponed. Leaving most in the keeper's base the warrior was still armed to the teeth's. For a safe haven for one of his kin, especially to those who oppose Lolth comes not without a sense of irony. He will hide from the surface and the areas where he is widely known until his name fades like water through sand and his actions are forgotten or at least temporarily put aside of the populations minds. But there are things that dwell below that care not for crimes of politics and not to be expecting enemies would be a foolish thing to believe. He will return in time for there are things that will bind him to the cursed towns of Narfell, with or without his approval or appreciation. ((Going to be back packcing in Peru/Ecuador/Costa Rica and pay a visit to Miami for a couple of months, catch you on the flip side, hang loose.))

Best of luck.

Crimson fingers _I scribe this entry from the relative safety of my own tower far beneith the earth and safely out of harms way from any surfacer reprisals. this tenday has been an interesting one. It would seem that someone plans to replace me as the adept of the surfacer raiding group. How dare they. I command the respect of the tower of Sorcere, regardless if this 'replacement' is female or not…Women have no place learning the art in the first place....they should all be content with sucking up to their bitch queen. It was only fortune that I was able to learn of the group departing and heading for the surface, Doubly so that I managed to catch up with the group itself in time for them setting out towards the surface. Xer'Xes was with this group at least, so if needs must, I will have a reliable and reasonably trustworthy figure if I am forced to kill this usurper. It would seem that this woman wished another female caught, a surfacer paladin by the name of Natanya. Why? I haven't the faintest...paladins are an awkward and generally very obstinate bunch....what information did she hope to gain from such a staunch 'pure' figure? Regardless, we set out and saw her captured in short order. The mistress had joined us as we were dragging our prize back into the depths of the darkness. For once, I was utterly glad to see her and be rid of that other so called mage. I was given the pleasure of extracting information from our captive after we had reached the temple recently retaken. She was remarkibly resiliant to pain, her cries were quite intoxifiying, along with the silky soft feeling of her breasts. It is quite a shame that we did not have the time to drag her back to the tower...I think I would have enjoyed further...questioning. I doubt she will forget our meeting anytime soon. With luck, the surfacers got to her in time, I'm looking forward to further torment. Quite bemusing...I don't usually find any joy in the torture of others. On an amusing note, we didn't actually learn anything from the surfacer whore. Oh well. Next time._

III. A Lesson for Soldiers _While Thazar-De removed his ceremonial robes and slowly put on his armor, the soldier stood there, apparently still pondering. He admitted to Thazar-De's assumption, more or less, by asking what he feared. He adjusted a strap on his armor, moving the arm piece in place and turned to look at the soldier. With one hand he held up the metal gauntlet and explained in short words, that there are plenty of things to fear. And that fear is important, and good to feel. But also, that a true servant of the Black Hand should never be allowed to let fear overrule thinking. Cruelly aware of being the one responsible for any failure of his minions, Thazar-De then told his charge that he would be taught to not fail again._ The tall soldier entered through the door, standing at ease in front of him and simply stating: "You requested my presence." Thazar-De looked calmly up at the soldier, regarding him even as he gave a slight nod. "Do you know why?" "No, I do not," answered the soldier, unflinching even. Thazar-De tried to stay calm, keeping his voice soft and friendly. "In a fight, where is your place?" "On the front lines," came the swift reply. Thazar-De wondered if the soldier did this on purpose, but for now he had to assume the soldier was really unable to draw a connection. So he kept calm and simply asked on: "When there are no lines?" "Protecting those who spread the Dark Lord's teachings." It annoyed Thazar-De that this soldier had the nerves to behave that way, no less directly to his face, too. He nodded once and then lend his voice a slight edge. "Would you say you've succeeded in that, recently?" "I shall not say anything." At least the soldier seemed to feel guilty, in a remote sense. Thazar-De half-suspected a smile under the helm of this soldier. _Quietly they left the temple, Thazar-De leading the way through the dark underground city of Oscura. Slowly, always aware of how slippery any surface can suddenly be, he led the man past the well, hoping the screams to set the proper mood. As they went towards the surface, he told the man that he would have to face the fear of death. In his soft and friendly voice, he explained to the soldier that he would not be allowed to defend himself in the caves. Caves that were usually beset by quite aggressive Kuo Toa. It brought a slight smile to him, but Thazar-De was careful not to show it. They went into the more open cave, the tall soldier easily spotted by the Kuo Toa, while Thazar-De paid attention to move slowly and generally hint at being no threat. It worked, the Kuo Toa swarmed the soldier, beating on him. He needed only one reminder, as the man instinctively punched at a Kuo Toa._ "Were you unaware of that simple role you had to fill," Thazar-De spoke the question, knowing it was high time to make it definite what was all the time spoken about. "I am always aware of my purpose," the soldier answered calmly. Thazar-De took a deep breath to keep his calm, then he nodded. "Help me understand then, what made you fail it?" Again, without any sign of flinching the soldier had the nerve to just excuse his actions: "My orders were unclear." "Unclear?" Thazar-De almost slapped the soldier. For a second he didn't know what to say, then he simply stated the truth: "You apparently didn't stand between the Ettin and me." "You are," the soldier spoke slowly, pausing a moment, before admitting it: "right." Finally the man struggled, so Thazar-De followed through with a swift question: "This order was … unclear?" "The order to attack was unclear," the man stated unmoved. It almost made Thazar-De snap. "Let me tell you what I think," he began, trying to keep his voice still calm. "I think you were scared of how hard the ettin hit you, I think you let this fear rule you. I think this fear made you forget your orders. Your job. Your purpose." "I did not forget my Purpose," spat the soldier back, his voice raised slightly. At least he was getting through to the man. "Your purpose was to protect me. Are you saying you conciously ignored it, then?" "I did not ignore it," the soldier grudingly replied. At least he wasn't a complete idiot. But Thazar-De wasn't going to give the soldier as much as a moment's rest now. "Then why did I die and you lived?" "I failed." _Thazar-De noted that the Kuo Toa proved too unskilled to hit the soldier, he made a mental note to have the next one to be punished to strip down, hopefully embarrassing them with that, too. Thazar-De watched the group, and the soldier watched him. Maybe he wanted to point the presence of another out to the Kuo Toa. Or maybe not. There it was, an opening big enough to allow Thazar-De to reach the soldier. He spoke the words and touched the man with his hand, feeling the summoned energy of death pass from his hand to the man. He watched coldly as the blood of fresh wounds appeared, slowly dripping from under the man's armor._ "You were standing behind me. Was I to protect you from the Ettin?" The man's stubbornness tore at Thazar-De's patience, for a moment he pondered which limb to cut off, then he remembered that as of yet this man might prove to become a useful soldier. And the success depeneded on him, on Thazar-De, so he took another deep breath to clam himself and continued with his questions: "Do I look physically strong to you?" "No, you do not." "Then what were you doing behind me?" "I have no answer to that question." Finally the soldier showed some intelligence, knowing any answer would be a bad idea. Thazar-De sighed softly and went on. "Then I will assume you are at least properly ashamed of having fear overrule you and I will teach you to not fail again." _At least, the soldier didn't disobey this time and accepted the pain. Even though it brought him to his knees. Thazar-De told him off for that, and watched the pointless attempts of the Kuo Toa to pierce the armor until he got bored and told him to finish the worthless creatures off. Then he told the soldier that if he became a proper and useful fighter in Bane's service, death would not be the end. In the worst case, it would be a new beginning. As something every soldier of Bane should hope to achieve._

I vote Nicahh. _> cough

Dude you should open adult pictures secton from narfell. Narferers cought in action. Youre like a paparazzi man

yeh that too…

I think it's written for any number. The number that caused it to -be- written was one man and two women, and should happen some time in the future

@45a90c64b4=deCaliga: Many I Play more of a Holywarrior so I base alot of my stuff on crusader and the Templar Knights . I Pray to you Lord Bane To Grant me the power To Kill all that Stand in you way Oh Blackhand and Put Dread in the hearts of all those who would even think of Aiding those who stand agaist you My Dark Lord. My Blessings Go Kill and put Dread all that Stand In the way of the Blackhand. Kill them All open the Gates to the Nine Hells and show them who there True Master is . If under Great Pain I think of Soldiers praying / Chanting . I am nothing If I Dishonnor My Master my Lord Bane . He Is my Lord my love my Hate my everything there is nothing He is the one True God no one is Over him he Greater then any King he is the Master of All I will Crush all those who say anything but the truth about my lord Oh, you're a Banite, too. Hm. Look about the forums for a surprise, friend.

interesting….. -smiles- whose an evil boy then?

ahh yes ..I have found yet another reason to love you! keep it up! chants Tan Tan Tan Tan!!

Three weeks after the guards first spoke Guard A "I hear they found the kid." Guard B "Who? You mean Jimmy Keen? Cause Llord Clark be still missing" Guard A "Aye aye! They found 'em in that cave over by those stones" Guard B "Ahh, the bat cave" Guard A "Aye, th' bat cave. It seems she was covered in strange marks." Guard B "What kind of strange marks? Like magical shite n' runes?" Guard A "Nay nay nay, more like, burns and cuts. I don't recall the last time ive ever been burned by negative energy from a farkin bat." Guard B "What are you saying?" Guard A "Kids don't wander into caves, and be wounded to death by bats. They are smart enough to run 'way." Guard A and B head to the cave, enter it. A few hours later they come back out and return to their posts Guard A "Did you see? Old vials of acid… that sticky fire shite. Hooks n' needles." Guard B "Don't forget th' apple" Guard A "Fark the apple ye' idiot!" Guard B "The apple is not normal" Guard A "Tis a farkin apple. The kid didnt get burned by n' apple!" Guard B "No... but he digs in his pack and holds the apple up, it has a single bite out of it … hmm... aye, fark im stupid, whatever. He walks over to the trash and tosses it in Guard A "Hurry up. Were going t' patrol th' south edge" they walk off

She was not sure of the time it was. Noon and midnight looked alike here. She let her hand rest on the corridor's wall before entering it. The stone under her palm was a bit rough, and cold. It had the familiar feeling of a home found again after a long absence. Small things that she had thought forgotten. The slightly fouled taste of the water, the glistening of the walls when brushed by the light of a torch, the asperities of the rocks under her bare feet… Even the small winds wandering along the cold alleys carried a familiar scent. A mix of rust, of dirt, of old water maybe with a light trace of something rotten. A perfume of decay that cloaked her as she walked, silent. She felt the space around her widen before really seeing it. The cave was large and gave her a feeling of void ready to grip her, to absorb her. A brief, bittersweet shiver of anxiety ran down her spine. He had been right to bring her down here… She belonged here. A pity he had not met her caged bird She missed the prison, even if Her chant was clear and bright here. She had extended her visits since the first ones, not only limiting her attention to the fighter. She missed the eyes craving for attention. Any attention. She missed the moans, the taste of blood and sorrow that filled the air there. The violent scenes behind the bars for the food she left almost daily... She had to return there and to feed them. And not only their stomachs. Their violence. Their fascination. Their souls. She had to be there for them, quiet, listening to their whispers in the darkness of the cells. She missed their tears. She did not like the idea to go back on the surface. A breath escaped her lips, close to a sigh and she sat near the little pond. The waters were still, silvery cold, sending her reflection back to her. It would be so easy to stay here in Her womb, and to let them all rot behind the bars. But some could… Some would eventually see that in their cells lies the truth. Some finally would join in Her dance, and for those she would try to unlock the doors. And here… Here was the haven. A soft smile played on her lips. A light breeze wrinkled the surface of the pond. It was time to bring Her black flame down the cells.

Lust "n.. no" she stuttered looking at him lost "how, what?" She refused to belive, refused to accept, his words made no sense to her whatsoever at this stage. Her master was a man of immense power, whom she had seen once die before her very eyes, just to be tossed back in to existence as if nothing had happened. She resented him a little for making her believe he had once died, and here he stood now, smiling at her in a near fatherly manner, which disturbed her more than the earlier cold expression. "Not now, I have much to teach you first" She searched his face for clues, wiping the blood from her lips, being for the first time that night completely lost for words. "I.. see hm" There was an airy silence between them, her master simply observing her for the time being while she slowly recovering from the sudden change of environment. "When you died" she slowly confessed , tired green eyes resting upon him "I mourned your death for so very long.. I don't usually mourn people.. there has been so many.. too many to mourn" It came out in one breathless sentence, and she noticed he was smiling. She brought her attention down at her hands instead, studying them, as her thoughts flooded across her mind. She didn't notice him drawing closer, not before her was up against her whispering "I need to leave this world.." she gave a shudder at his cold hand reaching to caress her hair "and you are my key" Her eyes up and she stared at him with an intense glare. "how long have you exactly been in this world" she was studying him. He took a deep breath before shifting so he could look her right in the eyes, moving closer still. "I have walked this land for so long.. I could have witnessed your birth" he said. She needed to regain some strength and so took a step toward him, returning his stair. "I am not that old" she smirked amused up at him "and the celestial, when did you and him interact?" He chuckled at this and to her surprise his arms wrapped around her slender figure pulling her in to his embrace. "This is for another day." He whispered "You are curious, but should learn patience to balance it" His dark eyes searched her face with a small smile playing upon his lips, before he leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes widened in surprise, but having no longer the energy, nor the mental clarity to struggle against him, she gave in, willingly leaning in on the kiss, accepting. His lips felt cold, and they parted and closed with ease while caressed her hair gently. Her head tilting and leaning in further, almost needing they deepened the kiss, her hand coming around the back to steady him. Softly he pulled away allowing them both to catch their breaths as he studied her face. "All is well" he said with the first genuine smile she had seen, his elegant fingers toying with a lock of her hair. They stood there speechless communicated only with silent looks, before he leaned in again and his cold lips was felt upon her cheek. Her mouth parted in a soft gasp, and she stood there motionless with wide eyes as he kissed her down her warm flesh, running his lips along her chin, before burying his head in her neck He felt her shudder against him, standing still, accepting each touch and caress with no struggle. She felt warm, and a crimson shade decorated her cheeks when he pulling away. "You wish me to leave now?" he asked in a silky soft tone, caressing the sensitive spot of her neck, with his hand. The elf, swallows down hard, struggling to grasp all that had happened. First he had caused her pain, then there had been fear, he had continued to comfort her, and finally here she was in his embrace, feeling his caress upon her hot flesh. She was trembling, lost, and defenseless, he was watching her with a calculated look as if knowing very well his actions. A subtle shake of her head was her reply. "actually.." she said barely audible, watching him now nervously "I would prefer if you stayed" she held her breath, in the distance a warning voice spoke up, but her mind were too blurry to think straight. "As you wish" He stepping back and began to unbutton his shirt.

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_Sottoth was open.The gate of no return was standing open,and i could heard the cries of the victims of the string i pulled for evil being.I was damned,i couldnt stop anything from happening.I was the tool of agony,i couldnt change anything from this fate.I am weak.I never fought back for what i loved,i only dragged myself into this misery.For my weakness many have perish,for my weakness many more will suffer… "You did well." Arar was standing behind the pupeeter,smiling. "Release me from this life,you promised me to put me to rest." My voice was shaking,somehow i never believed Arar words.I couldnt fought him,im only a weak and scared being. "I fear you will live to see what you just done.I will show you peoples diying from your choices,i will show you what you have done..." Arar was smilling. "This wasnt the deal..." The puppetter voice was slowly fading away in a whisper. "You should have know better,when you deal with someone worst than any devils of the Nine Hells...you have to be careful." Arar was playing with the puppeter. "..." The puppeter was looking straight ahead at the gate. Nothing i could do now will change what i have done.The gate was open once again,and i couldnt do anything again.I was only a tool of sins,i am nothing. Arar laughed at the puppeter torment,then he slowly walked trought Sottoth.The gate flashed a gray pale light,then only darkness did remain.The puppeter was alone,crying inside a dark cavern... For what did happen to the puppeter or Arar after this,only rumors did try to solve this mystery.Some said Arar have die at the hands of vile devils,some other story speak of Arar becoming a devil himself...the truth is hiding in a past...better left unknow._ ((This story was on hold for too long.I couldnt find the inspiration to make the last part.The last part is small,and end quick the story.I just didnt have any inspirations for the end,nor does i had the feeling i would ever finish it if i waited more,so there is the end of this short story.))