Well I have writer's block on my other story, so I started on a new one for inspiration
This thread will be for a compilation of the story threads.
Here is a bit of poetry for my story:
The day ends, and my dream begins
Why must life be so dull
The trend, it never ends
A rose in life
will die in strife
The game world alluring
keeps my dream alive for touring
The rose ingame
will turn from thorn and petal
to a beautiful young woman
So elegant and meaningful
an everpresent war keeps you on your toes
there are highs and lows
Fight and fight for country and glory
Run, and meet the ground so stony
There, what do you think?
Here is the story:
Here is a bit of poetry for my story:
The day ends, and my dream begins
Why must life be so dull
The trend, it never ends
A rose in life
will die in strife
The game world alluring
keeps my dream alive for touring
The rose ingame
will turn from thorn and petal
to a beautiful young woman
So elegant and meaningful
an everpresent war keeps you on your toes
there are highs and lows
Fight and fight for country and glory
Run, and meet the ground so stony
There, what do you think?
Here is the story:
Have you ever had that feeling after a dream that was so vivid, so real, that nothing else mattered anymore? Well
that is my life. I was just another player, but one that liked what he saw and wished to go to a world of fantasy,
a world of medieval battles, magic, and epic tales. I got what I wished for, and now... I'll never turn back!
When I woke from just another video game fetish, I found myself lying prone on the ground, by a golden grey road,
inside a massive castle city. I was dressed in a simple monkish habit, the kind that are soft, and very
comfortable. I got up and walked down the path, unsure of my name, and place of origin. Suddenly a cultured voice
called me, "Sterling, Sterling, the King wants a conference with you!"
For some reason the announcement made me very happy, though turbid I called back, "Ok, I'll see what Alldenburg
wants!"
The name wasn't familiar to me, but I knew it anyway.My conference was to start soon, so I walked to the town
center. The walk was short, but I felt conflicting feelings of unsureness and excitement.
As I drew near to the Throne room, I grew more excited. My heart was beating very fast, like I had anticipated
something very much. When I was admitted by one of the guards, I walked in, stood in front of the king and kneeled.
I asked humbly, “What does my king need of me?”
Alldenburg replied, “As you know we are being assailed by demonic fiends from the north, and we need everyone we
can get to defend Reslen from these abominations. I would like you to train in the art of the knight.”
Well I really didn't know, and was about to say so, but something compelled me to say, “I have no hesitation my
lord, I will train, and if need arises die for you!”
Alldenburg gave a sigh of relief, "Good to hear it! After you were born, we knew that you were special!"
"Special sir?"
"Yes, special, but let us not speak anymore of the matter. Your training will begin with a aptitude test. Report to
Warmaster Syre for weapon preference. Dismissed!"
Outside the throneroom Atemis the King's daughter awaited me with a smile. She said, "I couldn't help overhear the
echos. It seems to me that you'd be a proficient paladin. You are kind to women, and everyone else around you. You
also have that "Holy Aura" those monks at the abbey have."
I furrowed my brow, and replied, "I would actually like to be a hunter, with a bow, arrows, and knives like you,
but I feel like you are right."
I turned and waved back jauntily. I headed over to the armory, When I got there I was confronted by a hulk of a
man, he was a full six inches taller than me, legs like tree trunks, and a hard kind face. "Ok listen up, what we
are going to do is hand you different weapons, and when you find one that is comfortable in your hands, you'll face
me with it."
I nodded Dumbly. First he passed me a really demonic rod, and I gagged. He then handed me a holy rod, it made me
feel holy, but it wasn't comfortable in my hands. Next he handed me a dual bladed axe, I hefted it and said, "This
is it, but can I also try that hand and a half warhammer over there?"
"Sure." , he replied as he handed it to me.
When I had it in my hands I gave an audible, “Oof!” then with all my strength I handed it back to him and said with
as much dignity as possible, “That’s not for me.”
Then he handed the axe back to me, then brandished his forge iron and exclaimed, ”En gaurde!”
Something clicked in my head, and with extreme alacrity I hefted my axe into the air, and boldly lunged at his
ready weapon. As they clanged together, I saw the supprised look on his face as he parried each blow expertly. He
saw an opening in my step, and took a horizantal swing. I quickly moved my axe haft into his line of attack, and
launched a counter attack, but instead of a blow ment to kill, I caught his forge iron in the niche below my axe,
and twisted with all my might. As I got the satisfaction of watching his weapon fly twinkling in the firelight to a
corner of the room. After his breath calmed from a ragged rasp he cried, "I haven't been bested in a spar, since
the Princess pinned my hand to the wall with a thrown knife, and beat me silly with my own forge iron!"
"So I pass?", I asked hopfully.
“Pass what? This was just a weapon preference exercise. It seems you are familiar with the blades of an axe. Now
you are to report to the profession master and see about training as a warrior!”
I had already bolted out to door, so I called back, “Yes sir!”
I ran a short way, wondering how I was able to defeat him so easily. I felt like I had become one with my axe, so I
delved deep in my mind to find the answer. I struggled in the mist of my mind, trying to clear the way for a
memory, and then. Bam! It seems I was running with my eyes closed, and I thought a tree had snuck up on me. That
was all I needed. The impact had knocked a memory into being. I was not even sure that what I saw was real, but the
vividness had me shaken.
I saw two people, a guy and a girl. They were in a field. Both of them had medieval chain mail and helmets on. The
guy had a double bladed axe in his hand, not unlike the one I had just used. It looked brand new and didn’t even
have an edge to it. The girl had a medieval mace, and it didn’t have any spikes. I heard her say, “spar 2066 we are
still evenly matched Sterling, video games aren’t even this fun!”
He called back, “Yea, but this time I’ll turn the tide with another win!”
“Not if I can help it!” She exclaimed.
The memory went misty as I felt someone shaking me, and calling “Sterling, Sterling! Wake up, Wake up!”
I woke with quite a big headache. Then I saw Artemis, a rising sun caused her golden locks to glow, and as I
looked, I felt as if she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! I told her, “I just had the weirdest dream.”
“Shhh, We have been looking for you for over a day! Has this where you have been?”
“Yea, actually it’s kind of embarrassing to say, but I ran into this tree...”
“What are you talking about, there are no trees near here.”
“What the hell!?” I said, “I could have sworn I ran into a tree!”
She looked as though she was going to say something, then she sniffed the air, and ran her hands through her
straight golden locks. Finally she said, “I am no expert, but from experience I think you ran into a wall of imperal
energy. According to our monks, it is a energy that reveals a memory deep in the recesses of our minds. Out of
curiosity, what did you see?”
“Well I saw two people about to fight, they called it a spar, and apparently its number 2066. The girl called the
guy by my name.”
She drew a sharp intake of breath, and said, “I have also seen that same vision, but the guy called me by my
name... Quick what did she look like?”
“Exactly like you, and I assume the guy looked like me?”
“Yes”
“Then I guess the vision is from our memories, though I don’t know where or what time. I think only time will tell
what these memories hold for us!”
“Oh I almost forgot, The Professionist wants you to hurry up!”
“Ok, I’ll go now, but let’s keep our visions to ourselves.”
“That’s probably for the best.
that is my life. I was just another player, but one that liked what he saw and wished to go to a world of fantasy,
a world of medieval battles, magic, and epic tales. I got what I wished for, and now... I'll never turn back!
When I woke from just another video game fetish, I found myself lying prone on the ground, by a golden grey road,
inside a massive castle city. I was dressed in a simple monkish habit, the kind that are soft, and very
comfortable. I got up and walked down the path, unsure of my name, and place of origin. Suddenly a cultured voice
called me, "Sterling, Sterling, the King wants a conference with you!"
For some reason the announcement made me very happy, though turbid I called back, "Ok, I'll see what Alldenburg
wants!"
The name wasn't familiar to me, but I knew it anyway.My conference was to start soon, so I walked to the town
center. The walk was short, but I felt conflicting feelings of unsureness and excitement.
As I drew near to the Throne room, I grew more excited. My heart was beating very fast, like I had anticipated
something very much. When I was admitted by one of the guards, I walked in, stood in front of the king and kneeled.
I asked humbly, “What does my king need of me?”
Alldenburg replied, “As you know we are being assailed by demonic fiends from the north, and we need everyone we
can get to defend Reslen from these abominations. I would like you to train in the art of the knight.”
Well I really didn't know, and was about to say so, but something compelled me to say, “I have no hesitation my
lord, I will train, and if need arises die for you!”
Alldenburg gave a sigh of relief, "Good to hear it! After you were born, we knew that you were special!"
"Special sir?"
"Yes, special, but let us not speak anymore of the matter. Your training will begin with a aptitude test. Report to
Warmaster Syre for weapon preference. Dismissed!"
Outside the throneroom Atemis the King's daughter awaited me with a smile. She said, "I couldn't help overhear the
echos. It seems to me that you'd be a proficient paladin. You are kind to women, and everyone else around you. You
also have that "Holy Aura" those monks at the abbey have."
I furrowed my brow, and replied, "I would actually like to be a hunter, with a bow, arrows, and knives like you,
but I feel like you are right."
I turned and waved back jauntily. I headed over to the armory, When I got there I was confronted by a hulk of a
man, he was a full six inches taller than me, legs like tree trunks, and a hard kind face. "Ok listen up, what we
are going to do is hand you different weapons, and when you find one that is comfortable in your hands, you'll face
me with it."
I nodded Dumbly. First he passed me a really demonic rod, and I gagged. He then handed me a holy rod, it made me
feel holy, but it wasn't comfortable in my hands. Next he handed me a dual bladed axe, I hefted it and said, "This
is it, but can I also try that hand and a half warhammer over there?"
"Sure." , he replied as he handed it to me.
When I had it in my hands I gave an audible, “Oof!” then with all my strength I handed it back to him and said with
as much dignity as possible, “That’s not for me.”
Then he handed the axe back to me, then brandished his forge iron and exclaimed, ”En gaurde!”
Something clicked in my head, and with extreme alacrity I hefted my axe into the air, and boldly lunged at his
ready weapon. As they clanged together, I saw the supprised look on his face as he parried each blow expertly. He
saw an opening in my step, and took a horizantal swing. I quickly moved my axe haft into his line of attack, and
launched a counter attack, but instead of a blow ment to kill, I caught his forge iron in the niche below my axe,
and twisted with all my might. As I got the satisfaction of watching his weapon fly twinkling in the firelight to a
corner of the room. After his breath calmed from a ragged rasp he cried, "I haven't been bested in a spar, since
the Princess pinned my hand to the wall with a thrown knife, and beat me silly with my own forge iron!"
"So I pass?", I asked hopfully.
“Pass what? This was just a weapon preference exercise. It seems you are familiar with the blades of an axe. Now
you are to report to the profession master and see about training as a warrior!”
I had already bolted out to door, so I called back, “Yes sir!”
I ran a short way, wondering how I was able to defeat him so easily. I felt like I had become one with my axe, so I
delved deep in my mind to find the answer. I struggled in the mist of my mind, trying to clear the way for a
memory, and then. Bam! It seems I was running with my eyes closed, and I thought a tree had snuck up on me. That
was all I needed. The impact had knocked a memory into being. I was not even sure that what I saw was real, but the
vividness had me shaken.
I saw two people, a guy and a girl. They were in a field. Both of them had medieval chain mail and helmets on. The
guy had a double bladed axe in his hand, not unlike the one I had just used. It looked brand new and didn’t even
have an edge to it. The girl had a medieval mace, and it didn’t have any spikes. I heard her say, “spar 2066 we are
still evenly matched Sterling, video games aren’t even this fun!”
He called back, “Yea, but this time I’ll turn the tide with another win!”
“Not if I can help it!” She exclaimed.
The memory went misty as I felt someone shaking me, and calling “Sterling, Sterling! Wake up, Wake up!”
I woke with quite a big headache. Then I saw Artemis, a rising sun caused her golden locks to glow, and as I
looked, I felt as if she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! I told her, “I just had the weirdest dream.”
“Shhh, We have been looking for you for over a day! Has this where you have been?”
“Yea, actually it’s kind of embarrassing to say, but I ran into this tree...”
“What are you talking about, there are no trees near here.”
“What the hell!?” I said, “I could have sworn I ran into a tree!”
She looked as though she was going to say something, then she sniffed the air, and ran her hands through her
straight golden locks. Finally she said, “I am no expert, but from experience I think you ran into a wall of imperal
energy. According to our monks, it is a energy that reveals a memory deep in the recesses of our minds. Out of
curiosity, what did you see?”
“Well I saw two people about to fight, they called it a spar, and apparently its number 2066. The girl called the
guy by my name.”
She drew a sharp intake of breath, and said, “I have also seen that same vision, but the guy called me by my
name... Quick what did she look like?”
“Exactly like you, and I assume the guy looked like me?”
“Yes”
“Then I guess the vision is from our memories, though I don’t know where or what time. I think only time will tell
what these memories hold for us!”
“Oh I almost forgot, The Professionist wants you to hurry up!”
“Ok, I’ll go now, but let’s keep our visions to ourselves.”
“That’s probably for the best.
