Warning. This fiction contains madness that transcends across perspective, time and place. It will make 0 sense, and is not meant to be read as anything more than a familiar experience. The experience of something dying and being reborn, dying again, and reborn infinitum.
Enjoy or Not,.. The final first chapter in a never ending saga.
The Phoenix Saga 2.0 (1.65 Gold Card Limited Edition)™
Prologue:
Omen
All is calm, all is silent. When traveling in the frontier alone, behind enemy lines, during the one time you decide to explore the parts unknown to you for years.. Silence is the last thing you want to hear. Somehow you and your in game Avatar both get the chills. Because somewhere near a faint breeze brings in a familiar sound. The tiny sound seems to resonate from your avatar into your spine as it shatters the silence. The Death Knell Tolls.
Aaaaoooouuuuuuurrggghhrh.
Silence,
briefly. Then,
Another tiny voice in the distance. You're vision halt and you see a veil. A shroud. You're not dead, but why does this look like the grey isle?
The shroud gives way glimpses of what has just taken place. The sylvan trees whisper swiftly in the wind.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
The veil of ego worn to battle harden her. A mask worn as a carefree persona, that it may shroud the true soul. It's purpose? Protect the soul until death, that it may laugh in its face. You realize you're witnessing soul that is now lost. Some how you're dragged into its tormented limbo as it replays its gruesome murder over and over. It seems like it could force to stay in this limbo with for eternity until its rests.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
As the vision blurs and fades back to reality this one feeble screech, pitched so high almost playful and childish.
No. Not playful. The soul who had just owned this voice is confused at what has so suddenly taken place.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
The cold blooded murder gives the catalyst needed to invoke such a thing. Blood all the innocence spilled here seem to soaks sacred soil. The stench more foul than coagulated blood, the smell has an energy.
Raw Mana oozing from ancient roots that must encompass all of the realm.. mixing with the blood of the innocence
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
You know now that the land itself has drawn its mana to this place. Lifetimes seem to have passed as you witness this happen. Or a few moments. You've lost the concept of how to even measure time in the vastness of the eternal afterlife.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
Your grip on reality is melting you feel like this has happened before. Terrified and helpless you seem enchanted by Ancient Hibernian magic.
Is this your death all a long. Were you this poor soul. It seems so long ago you have forgotten. All you know now is this vision trapped between what you think was called life and far from whatever peace death could be.
But finally, salvation. A new voice.. no it almost seems, 2 voices at once? In harmony you hear the loving tone of a nurturing ever forgiving mother speaking to her children. And the wrathful tone of one who has had them robbed from her.
Foolish invader.
For the slaughter of my children, you give me no choice.
Although the veil is lifted, only a shroud, even the dead can yet find a voice.
Upon each death you deal to my sweet child of laughter,
They know peace in what now comes after.
Cry loud the at your loss, the taken from the innocent, wail ANGRY your very last shriek
When the Death Knell Tolls you will see the wraith, my BANSHEE, my WRATH SHALL FOREVER WREAK
There's no mistaken whats happening now. All those who are too familiar with death hear the wail. Frozen paralytic to bear witness. Mother Hibernia has come to avenge her child.
This ancient call is the magic of Hibernia herself. as its confusion anger and innocence tells you speak to your core Without the ego you feel the slaughtered female lurikeens wail. You could swear that was your own voice, the sound of the death you will soon make.ur death.You're core as you can almost feel as it felt. desperate wail pierces the air.
My god have you been here before.? What is this madness!!
The thought fades as its interrupted by an apparition.
..
Banshee!!!
Without a voice it speaks, it lets you know.
This slaughter can't go unnoticed, unanswered, alone, forgotten, death delivered by those creatures who come from the cold winter frontier.
It does not. Wind begins to howl The wind in the trees carry the story of what happened here today. Hibernia itself is magic, the mana flourshes from the life and you now laughter of it's children. They laugh at your torment. As essence is traped in this eternal cycle replaying what you can imagines is your death.
OR ARE YOU THE MURDERER? is this what the banshee has been saying?! its not here to kill me. its to watch me judge myself!?
The banshee wails back to life again.
Wails from death at the pain when it loses one in heinous murder. What you have done to it.
Thats right! You remember now.
You're from Midgard! There were 8 of you. On a routine task mission to Hibernia you wandered all the way to the Hibernian Border Keep.
After a long night realm wars someone recalled the attempts to enter the board keep and debated weather it was possible to break into hibernia.
The last thing you remember is getting close to the boarder, and the shock looked on a grey con cloth wearing caster. This was not your average grey con, it seemed like it was probably the first time the player had ever even seen the frontier. ooooooh boy, this will teach them the fast way all about the world they-re getting into.
A stealth lurikeen conning even pops out to the new players defense, The 8 man fighting force you are with easily dispatches it. All 8 templated veterans turn towards the helpless new player. Midgard Wolves are hungry. Time to feed the pack little sheep..
You feel as if you're ALIVE, for the first time. You remember your first rush as you experienced real frontier RVR over 20 years ago.
A flash of light that looks like fire from the board keep eldritches is all you see as your weapon connects to the poor keen who dared explore into the world of veteran RVR.
The last sound of the Lurikeen, as its death rattle rolls.. The tiny keens, full of life wonder and mischief. The spirit of Hibernia weeps as it soaks in the blood of her children. inspire rage in its allies and blood lust in its enemies. It's only a game, a fantasy you know this. Yet even now the Wail of the Keen triggers you. Primal, fight or flight survival has kicked in. As the hair on your arms and neck spring up and tingle your blood races, Incoming Eminent. COMBAT, WAR. There is more death to be dealt today.[/
Enjoy or Not,.. The final first chapter in a never ending saga.
The Phoenix Saga 2.0 (1.65 Gold Card Limited Edition)™
Prologue:
Omen
All is calm, all is silent. When traveling in the frontier alone, behind enemy lines, during the one time you decide to explore the parts unknown to you for years.. Silence is the last thing you want to hear. Somehow you and your in game Avatar both get the chills. Because somewhere near a faint breeze brings in a familiar sound. The tiny sound seems to resonate from your avatar into your spine as it shatters the silence. The Death Knell Tolls.
Aaaaoooouuuuuuurrggghhrh.
Silence,
briefly. Then,
Another tiny voice in the distance. You're vision halt and you see a veil. A shroud. You're not dead, but why does this look like the grey isle?
The shroud gives way glimpses of what has just taken place. The sylvan trees whisper swiftly in the wind.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
The veil of ego worn to battle harden her. A mask worn as a carefree persona, that it may shroud the true soul. It's purpose? Protect the soul until death, that it may laugh in its face. You realize you're witnessing soul that is now lost. Some how you're dragged into its tormented limbo as it replays its gruesome murder over and over. It seems like it could force to stay in this limbo with for eternity until its rests.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
As the vision blurs and fades back to reality this one feeble screech, pitched so high almost playful and childish.
No. Not playful. The soul who had just owned this voice is confused at what has so suddenly taken place.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
The cold blooded murder gives the catalyst needed to invoke such a thing. Blood all the innocence spilled here seem to soaks sacred soil. The stench more foul than coagulated blood, the smell has an energy.
Raw Mana oozing from ancient roots that must encompass all of the realm.. mixing with the blood of the innocence
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
You know now that the land itself has drawn its mana to this place. Lifetimes seem to have passed as you witness this happen. Or a few moments. You've lost the concept of how to even measure time in the vastness of the eternal afterlife.
Ahihch! aouaUHCH!huhow? nho *slit* .. .achkk *slit* khillu! *slitslit *girgle* Ooohnnoo hrrrhunnn nnuoooo ...
Your grip on reality is melting you feel like this has happened before. Terrified and helpless you seem enchanted by Ancient Hibernian magic.
Is this your death all a long. Were you this poor soul. It seems so long ago you have forgotten. All you know now is this vision trapped between what you think was called life and far from whatever peace death could be.
But finally, salvation. A new voice.. no it almost seems, 2 voices at once? In harmony you hear the loving tone of a nurturing ever forgiving mother speaking to her children. And the wrathful tone of one who has had them robbed from her.
Foolish invader.
For the slaughter of my children, you give me no choice.
Although the veil is lifted, only a shroud, even the dead can yet find a voice.
Upon each death you deal to my sweet child of laughter,
They know peace in what now comes after.
Cry loud the at your loss, the taken from the innocent, wail ANGRY your very last shriek
When the Death Knell Tolls you will see the wraith, my BANSHEE, my WRATH SHALL FOREVER WREAK
There's no mistaken whats happening now. All those who are too familiar with death hear the wail. Frozen paralytic to bear witness. Mother Hibernia has come to avenge her child.
This ancient call is the magic of Hibernia herself. as its confusion anger and innocence tells you speak to your core Without the ego you feel the slaughtered female lurikeens wail. You could swear that was your own voice, the sound of the death you will soon make.ur death.You're core as you can almost feel as it felt. desperate wail pierces the air.
My god have you been here before.? What is this madness!!
The thought fades as its interrupted by an apparition.
..
Banshee!!!
Without a voice it speaks, it lets you know.
This slaughter can't go unnoticed, unanswered, alone, forgotten, death delivered by those creatures who come from the cold winter frontier.
It does not. Wind begins to howl The wind in the trees carry the story of what happened here today. Hibernia itself is magic, the mana flourshes from the life and you now laughter of it's children. They laugh at your torment. As essence is traped in this eternal cycle replaying what you can imagines is your death.
OR ARE YOU THE MURDERER? is this what the banshee has been saying?! its not here to kill me. its to watch me judge myself!?
The banshee wails back to life again.
Wails from death at the pain when it loses one in heinous murder. What you have done to it.
Thats right! You remember now.
You're from Midgard! There were 8 of you. On a routine task mission to Hibernia you wandered all the way to the Hibernian Border Keep.
After a long night realm wars someone recalled the attempts to enter the board keep and debated weather it was possible to break into hibernia.
The last thing you remember is getting close to the boarder, and the shock looked on a grey con cloth wearing caster. This was not your average grey con, it seemed like it was probably the first time the player had ever even seen the frontier. ooooooh boy, this will teach them the fast way all about the world they-re getting into.
A stealth lurikeen conning even pops out to the new players defense, The 8 man fighting force you are with easily dispatches it. All 8 templated veterans turn towards the helpless new player. Midgard Wolves are hungry. Time to feed the pack little sheep..
You feel as if you're ALIVE, for the first time. You remember your first rush as you experienced real frontier RVR over 20 years ago.
A flash of light that looks like fire from the board keep eldritches is all you see as your weapon connects to the poor keen who dared explore into the world of veteran RVR.
The last sound of the Lurikeen, as its death rattle rolls.. The tiny keens, full of life wonder and mischief. The spirit of Hibernia weeps as it soaks in the blood of her children. inspire rage in its allies and blood lust in its enemies. It's only a game, a fantasy you know this. Yet even now the Wail of the Keen triggers you. Primal, fight or flight survival has kicked in. As the hair on your arms and neck spring up and tingle your blood races, Incoming Eminent. COMBAT, WAR. There is more death to be dealt today.[/
