Friday, February 17, 2006

Prologue to "Aeons"
***Prologue***

The man in black crossed the barren winter wasteland- the winds whipping his black cloak about his body- throwing his long silver hair away from his head with all the power of the gales of old. The mountain peaks towering overhead, their tips gleaming in the setting sun, throwing distinctive shadows on the overcast sky and about the land. Yet still the man in black walked on, posture as straight as that of an innocent, towards the only dwelling in the area, the Crying Baron, an inn of little repute. The man in black continued to walk through the blizzard, ice crystals seeming to never touch the man, the snow making no effect on the man's hardened yet soft features. With the sun to his back, the man in black approached the small inn, still a speck in the distance. The man in black smiled.

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A man in black walked into the tavern a few hours after sunset, and the keeper of the shelter scowled. This one would probably be dead in the morning, he knew. No one short of the Sage could survive the cold blizzards and winters of the Icicle Mountains after sunset. Chances are some part of him froze and he just isn't aware it's missing, the old barkeep mused. So much the better for himself, he decided- the man looked decidly poor, but his enormus sword could fetch a price in a nobles house as an oddity piece, for surely that's what it was! The man had to shoulder his enormus long curved blade, and then turn it lengthwise to get it through the door it was so large. The barkeep noticed that the sword itself was taller than it's owner by a good three feet.

The man walked up to the barkeep, and sat down on a stool in front of the man, never once looking up. He produced a sack of gil, and gestured to the bottle on the barkeeps right. The barkeep smiled at the man rather condencendingly, feeling superior at the moment- the man in black was obviously feeling the worse for wear if he could not even bring his head to bear! The barkeep produced the drink dubbed "Chimera Water" and poured the fellow a tall glass, sliding it his way. The man didn't even move as the glass skid to a halt right next to the man's elbow.

He reached up and took a sip of the drink, then shuddered. The barkeep chuckled to himself- so cold on the inside that the fire of the Chimera was too strong for him. Little did he know that Nasaro, the old barkeep, had decided to help his passing along by offering a few drops of Zolom residue in his drink; he was determined now to get this dying man's weapon. Nasaro gave his crooked grin to the largest patron of the inn, his dead son's old best friend. The dirty burly man looked up, and caught the old one's eye, looked towards the black cloaked stranger with his hair over his face, and grinned. He knew fun when he saw it.

The burly man stood up on shaky legs full of liqour and approached the man in black. He got right behind the man with a great deal of noise, but the man seemed not to notice. Maybe he had already died, the dirty man smiled. He liked it when it was easy, as was his motto. As he reached towards the man, he stirred, and the burly man stopped his reaching grasp, eyes wide. The old barkeep looked up as he heard the gargleing sounds of his old son's companion. Then he heard a quiet voice, low and clear.

"For though you showed me little hospitality, and the fact you tried to kill me with this weak poison, I was little inclined to end your life," the man in black said, his face still covered with his hair. The barkeep's eyes went wide, then dangerously narrow. The voice, so out of place from this tall but slight character, sent shivers down the old man's spine, and he hated being scared. Not only that, he referred to the Zolom's poison, the most potent poison short of Tonberry's lamp oil, as weak? Being the man he was though, Nasaro only got angry. Who was this stranger to threaten him! In his own home no less. The barkeep looked at the other two patrons at the bar, regulars who knew the ropes. He signled to them- this one would have to go, and the hard way. Before they could move though, the voice rang through the dead silence once more.

"The moment you decided to take my sword and sell it for a show piece though, is the moment I decided this would not only be the last day's sunset you would ever see, but that my face alone would haunt you in your afterlife, until the moment we are joined." With that, the stranger looked up to view the old Nasaro with a face undeniably beautiful- though what caught the barkeep was the man's eyes. They glowed a mysterious green, almost like the moon would in such circumstances. Then the old man remembered. He remembered the stories of a great battle fought in the north- of 8 heros who braved perils too numerous to name to save the world of the threat of the Meteor and it's master. The old barkeep remembered.

Unfortunatly for him, in the second it took for the barkeep's eyes to light with the knowledge of who his opponent was, they dimmed in death as his head rolled off of his shoulders. The man in black turned to the ruffian he had frozen in place with a spell of Stop, and looked him full in the face. The man in black then proceeded to cut this man in half sideways, followed by a graceful spin to his left to catch the second man in an attempt to attack him. He cut this man's body apart from his upper right shoulder to his lower left hip. The third man, apparently having seen enough, was attempting to flee. The man in black simply extended his 9 foot long blade and lunged 2 feet ahead, neatly impaling the impetuous man. He casually flicked his wrist and sent the man flying through the bar, head first.

The man in black looked back to see the four men he had just killed, and proceeded to the bar. The man finished his drink, and headed for the door. On his way out, he made an obscure sign with his left hand, and flames lept up behind him to catch the tavern alight. This time, the man in black decided, there would be no witnessess for his nemisis to follow. The man in black walked out of the door, into the midnight that was the Icicle mountains just after moonrise.

And the man in black smiled.

***End Prologue***
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Monday, May 16, 2005

Holy Hell
Well whatdya know. I forgot again. Suprise suprise. Well, just finished End of Course Tests, and I decided to visit the net again. This time I really will keep the shit up ^.^ Lates all.



-KS
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Sunday, November 14, 2004

Updating Really Quickly..
Hey all. I totally forgot abou this in all my rush with school and stuff. The only reason i rememberd about it is because I went through my pop-up blocker and noticed I had allowed the cookies from this site and what not, lol. SO I had a Godsmack/Metallica concert last night, and it was awesome. I'll find a song list of what they did and give it to you later. Anyways, I plan to be more precise in updating this and stick to my topics from now on... peace all..

-KS
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