Stories/Poetry by Members

It all started when Prince Kija of Nagnang blindly opened the Gates to Nagnangm Blindly allowing speeling evils kept out for time to reawaken and roam within the city boarders.

Thinking that no one would help him Blight went to a meeting hall, gatherall he could from the city, and bid them all to join him in his quest for vengeance for the lost souls of thier brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and even those who stood strong attempting to protect their lands as Royal Gaurds. Thus The Forsaken was created, a clan of powerful allies bent on doing everything they could to have revenge for their fallen but not one noticed the ragged man who stood steedfast and ready to serve those who needed his help. For as long as time, Gorem, this ragged man of overwhelming strength served for quiet some time.

Although Gorem has stopped his training physically, he has begun mental training and learned many skills in helping a clan, for he saw The Forsaken form and stood by their beliefs whole heartedly. He now lives in the very same meeting hall in which Blight and the trainers once met together, where he feels the most at home with the beliefs that were created upon these desks.

As the clan grows in numbers, his eyes gleam with pride for he knows he shall be able to help those who have suffered. Nevermore shall his spirit be restless for now he will live on and continue to serve with his many abilities, always growing, always learning, silently watching, finding happiness once again as his purpose is once again clear....

The Forsaken will always live as long as there are those who corrupt and use people for their own selfish reasons.

-Scribed by Decchi

The Rain
What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone,
in the forest, at night,
cherished by this wonderful,
unintelligible perfectly innocent speech,
the most comforting speech in the world,
the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges,
and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!
Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it.
It will talk as long as it wants, this rain.
It will talk as long as, I am going to listen.
and on forever.

-Scribed by Velse

There are Places
Of Power, Places
of Destiny.

Holy Places Where
Ley Lines Cross and
The Surrounding
Countryside Surges
with Magical Energy,

Some Say that The Forces
of Fate are Drawn to These
Places, That Each is a Nexus,
A Point Where the Tides of
History will be Turned,
Where the World Will be
Forever Changed,

A Nexus is Both
Blessing and a
Curse,

They are a Powerful Resource
to Whomever Claims them, He
who Possesses a Nexus, It is
said, Holds The Power to Shape
The World.

But they are so Hotly
Contested Among The Forsaken
and Kings that Merely
Defending a Nexus can
be the Dismantling of
an Entire Nation

Ley Lines are Eternal but
They are not Unchanging
Indeed, It is their very
Nature to be in a
Constant stay of Flux,
to be Ever-Changing,

This is Life,
This is Greed,
Not the Mere
Parlor
Tricks of
Simple Sorcery

It is the Incarnation
of Will and its
Expression Upon the Face
of Reality, Not a Sad
Scrawl upon some Ancient
Parchment.

As Such, One can
never Predict when
a Nexus may Fade
away or Where a
New on may be
Born.

But what Would
Happen if a nexus
was not Born
as a Place...

...But as a Human?

-Scribed by Burnout

A place of many magics, thing of perfect beauty..
I cannot walk through nature without stopping, awed by it's majesty and beauty, the creatures, the plants, the life all around me..
It's where I can be at peace, it's where I can be calm and happy...
The sun shining gaily through the canapy of leaves on my face, the birds singing in the distance, the squirrels playing in the trees, the deer jumping through the grasses....
The wolves howl, on the hunt.... It's all so amazing... It's something to revere and respect...
*smiles* But most of all, something to appreciate and enjoy! .... The power of Nature is incredible, if you'll only let it touch your life....

-Scribed by Craer

The Empty Rain

Loud bang of thunder, as lighting strikes
deafening tons of ears, the rain begins to pour,
like a berdon upon my soft head.
The swerving wind, brings chilled air into the room in which I lay
with its bare atmosphere, its silence applauds a drop of a pin
Every other little sound, but the beat of my lonely heart
The one and only sound I hear

-Scribed by Velse

Midnight Sky

As clouds disperse
reavealing the midnight blues
stars illuminate
and there's peace within you

Beyond some distant magical place
there lies within
the treasures sought by man
hidden justly therein

For each man must seek it
and each man must find his way
for each man is his own destiny
as each man's treasure without delay

Hopes and dreams, love and peace
hidden in the magical treasure box
awaiting beyond time, beyond this moment
in his heart he holds the key that fits the locks

Treasures found in the silence of the night
treasures found when silence befalls
treasures in his heart unseen like the distance of stars
treasures buried in the experiences he recalls

Billowing clouds move away and we find the clearing
that reaches far beyond this world, this galaxy
inner reservoirs of strength impending needs
sources within...reaching far beyond what we see

Traces of peace painted across the midnight sky
dancing jewels, gifts for our eys to see
harmony at a distance for each man to enjoy
treasures awaiting release, awaiting to be free

Midnight sky...harmony, peace and hope....

-Scribed by Velse