Join Date: Dec 2006
Everquest to vanguard
((Just wanted to see If I could pull off a crossover for my favorite EQ character that was a dark elf female shadow knight and transition her to a male mordebi dread knight in vanguard. It was fun but kinda hard to think of something fitting enough for this character. Let me know what ya think.))
The Journey of Pain Part 1
This may be the last things I ever write and I hope someone will find this and tell my mother I almost made it home.
For seven years now, I have been a prisoner of the dark elves and now I am floating to my death on a raft of broken wood. All I have left are torn burlap for clothing, seven ragged sheets of parchment, a single magical pen and bottle. I write this now for all to know the dangers that I have seen and to one day receive a proper burial.
I can not remember my name but I know I was an apprentice blacksmith on a caravan to mine ore that the gnomes had overlooked. We had heard of raiding parties this deep in the desert but the ore was too tempting and too profitable for us to turn away. We had been mining and harvesting what we could find of the ore for a fortnight with very little bothering us during our toils, but I always felt someone watching us, shifting at the corner of my eyes. I warned our foremen’s but they pushed me aside because of my age and returned to their work.
At last our hard work had come to an end and we loaded our camels with every ounce of ore we could find and started on our trek back home. Sometime during the night an arrow lit by orange and red flames struck our foreman in the chest, instantly killing him. Miners and other crafters scramble about, grabbing what they could find for weapons and shields. But it was too late, the Kurashaa were upon us before we could bolster our defense. I can not say what happened next because darkness overcame me with a short thud to the back of my head.
When I awoke, I and several miners sat in a semi circle with our hands tided behind our backs and large clumps of hardened sand rammed into our mouths. We sat near a large palm tree with red markings near the bottom that seemed like a language but I could not read it. We were alone from what I could tell but the other miners made no attempt to move or try for an escape. Each man sat there with a glazed over look in their expression and never blinking even as the wind sandblasted them with gust of skin tearing sand.
I wiggled my hands a bit and yanked to loosen the knots. It seemed an eternity before I was able to scrape enough flesh from my wrist to gain my freedom. Night was about to fall and knowing the desert came alive at night with nocturnal and deadly creatures I stayed in the camp with the zombie like miners. The sand ached at my wounds but the pain was welcomed because I knew I was alive but a feeling of despair washed over me and that eery feeling of someone watching me returned.
As I tried to close my eyes and think of a plan to get back home a dark shadow entered the camp. The figure stood no taller than four feet tall with silky hair flowing from behind him. I stood up with as much strength as my tired limbs would allow and readied myself for an attack.
“I see you are a strong one, human” the figure said never moving, even as strong desert gusts belted us. “Could there be more to you than...” he stopped quickly and stepped into the moonlight.
His figure was lean but muscled with chain armor blacker than any I have ever seen. When he moved his armor made no sound, even the sand beneath his boots succumbed to his unnatural silence. His ears warped at the tip to form an exaggerated point and his eyes, those terrible soul piercing eyes. His skin gave off a slight ambient blue glow that increased his menacing form and fear overtook me, I knew what he was.
“Dark Elf,” I muttered and then the thud to back of head returned and darkness was at my side once again.
The scraping sound of metal upon stone woke me from my involuntary slumber but I refused to open my eyes. I used my skin, ears and nose to search my surroundings. Cold iron cuffs with a strange locking system snaked around my wrists and fingers. The floor was as warm as the desert sands yet as hard any stone. The smell that lingered around me took on a strange aromatic mixture of lilac and acid. I slowly opened my eyes to the strange cavernous dungeon that I now hung in.
Hanging from the wall with cuffs tight and unforgiving, I slept some but tried to stay awake. For days no one came down to this little world of punishment and pain and soon I lost track of all time. The memories of my mother became my food and the teachings of my father became my drink. Over and over my mind grasped at the fading thoughts of my life but soon hunger, sleep, and thirst were my only thoughts.
More time passed with the same aloneness until one day or night an older dark elf female strode into the room from the shadows. I don’t know where she came from because I did not hear a door or trap open. It was as though she simply appeared to me. She wore robes of amber with red trimmings forming strange designs upon their surface. Her hair had been cut short in a manly style that insinuated her round soft face. Her cold eyes, unblinking and unyielding watched me closely as she stepped closer.
“Mordebi, mordebi,” she chanted with a song like voice. “You truly amaze me. Does that excite you little Mordebi? Knowing a lowly human as you could amaze ME.” She chuckled quickly showing a hint of fang hiding behind her lips. “I have great plans for you, yes indeed. Great plans and…great pain.”
She grabbed my cheeks with her warm palms placed on each side of my face. While I feared for my life I enjoyed the touch of another living creature. It was horrific and sensual in one. I wanted to scream in terror but her hands felt like mothers.
“Sleep now little one. We will begin tomorrow. We have little time to waste,” she said sharply watching me as I smiled in her grasp. I could see she was surprised with my reaction to her touch and with a snap her fingernails raked across my face leaving trenches of flesh and blood. She giggled and simply shifted back into the darkness leaving me again…alone.
Weeks became months and months became years or a least that’s what was told to me by the occasional curious dark elf that would make his way to my damn cell. Each day they bound me with chains and magic to move me to a laboratory. There they would experiment on me, drain my blood and feed it to me and then there was the spells they performed. I do not know their meaning but the pain nearly killed me several times.
One day or night the older dark elf appeared to me once again the same as she had done before but this time she carried a wicked smile and keys. She unlocked my cuffs and as I fell to the floor weak from exhaustion she caught me and willed me to my feet. I could hear her thoughts in my mind, taking control of my very limbs. She beckoned me to walk with her and as my legs walked on their own into the shadows we appeared in that dreadful laboratory.
“ I have something for you my lovely Mordebi. My human that refuses to die,” she said in a low voice. In one hand she held a blood rose, a notorious weed that held a deadly poison in its petals. And in the other she held a sword crafted from a black metal. “You may take one of these. The sword you could use to strike me down and escape or you can take the blood rose and eat the petals and end all of this pain. The choice is yours Mordebi.”
My heart raced as I felt her mind slither its way from mine. I was free to do what I wanted. I could take my revenge. I could take my freedom and I could go home. But the rose called to me. I was far to weak to defeat a dark elf and my minor training in swordsmanship had been all but forgotten.
“It is a hard choice I know my love,” her words rang with a truth. She looked at me with flaming red eyes in the dim cavern. But something had changed from the first time I had met her. She seemed, almost caring. “What do you choose?”
I shook my exhaustion away and reached out for the sword. I would have my revenge no matter the cost. As my fingertips touched the pommel of the sword I saw the older woman smile widely. It was what she wanted. No matter I wanted to go home. With a quick flinch I grasped the sword and held it high to strike but the sword began to glow in pulses. Each pulse burned me from the inside and gave tremendous pleasure at the same time.
The pulses continued for many seconds with the older dark elf weaving magic around her. Then with a flash a cascade of energy poured out of me and window of sorts formed in front of me. It was another place, somewhere I did not recognize. But in this window a young dark elf woman beautiful and hard chiseled woman fought with a large man with the most brilliantly designed armor. The woman had skin similar to the older woman but bluer, more vibrant and more powerful.
The dark elf battled the man while the power of the sword held me and the older dark elf frozen. I watched the battle continue with their skill flashing in flurries of swordplay and magic. The man caught several blows that struck hard, and though weakened, the wounds would heal. Their attacks we more superior than I have ever seen and their skill were incredible with speed unseen in any lands. The fight turned on the dark elf as a hammer blow landed to her chest. Her sword flew toward me and landed on the ground near my view. The sword was the same one that I held. The man stalked the woman as she lay on the ground attempting to shield from an attack with her hand.
“You will never destroy me,” the dark elf snarled. “Where you exist, I shall exist; we are the balance of powers. Light can never destroy the dark.” She said her words with a force of conviction that would rival any priest.
“So be it, Warbreed,” the man said while walking to her sword. “I may not be able to destroy you but… I can send you away from this land.” The man held up his sword next to hers and called out, “Mithaniel Marr give me the strength to end this once and for all time.” A bolt of light showered upon them that created a deafening crackle with only 2 words being able to pierce the sound. “For Norrath” The window shuttered but before it closed a red beam of energy punched me in my chest and my strength returned. I was free to move once again.
I held the sword ready to strike feeling every fiber of my being come alive as they had never before. My muscled ached in pleasurable pulses and my hearted raced with anticipation. The older dark elf simply smiled with a translucent blue glow surrounding her. Before I could speak two dark elf male guards entered the room from the shadows with swords and daggers drawn.
With a simple side step maneuver I caught both guards with a kick to their shins as they rushed passed me. My sword growled as I caught one behind the ear as a follow up lunge, lopping off his head with the greatest of ease. The other guard stood silent in terror as I smiled at him and took advantage of the situation. Somehow, as I moved forward, my vision shifted and I was instantly behind him for a simple strike that cleaved him in two.
The older dark elf woman applauded with glee as my attention turned back to her. My sword, now dripping with dark elf blood hummed under my fingertips and strength doubled.
“See my love I knew you were the one. My one true love in all of Telon.” She said raising her hands to the sky. Before she could cast another spell I was instantly upon her with my blade slipping through ribs and flesh as though she were air. Her blood splattered about but her smile never changed. As I stood there holding her up from the inside with my sword, she cupped my face with both of her hands as she had did once before. Her skin still warm but becoming colder by the second was as pleasing as it once was and the fire that once raged in her eyes slowly dimmed to a simple flicker. She pulled her self toward me using me as an anchor and as she got closer to me kissed me on the lips and fell to the ground.
The sword danced in my hands with its vibration coiling throughout my body. The blood that once dripped freely upon its blade simply dissolved into the blade itself. A few seconds later the blade formed runes that were ancient Mordebi, a long lost language my father taught me long ago. It said “Strike the one you love, Strike the one you hate” and near the hilt it had two initials B.M. The swords movement increased and soon it shattered into a thousand pieces. Each piece hit the ground and became a black liquid that pooled in front of me and with a quick lurch the liquid splashed into my face.
The next thing I remember is being here on this raft, where I will surely die.
Dear Mother and father,
this is my last piece of parchment and I want to thank you both for all the things you have tried to teach me over the years. Know that I will always love you even if the Sisters take me today from Telon I will live on in the ether loving you. The dark elves caged me, beat me and broke me but I was able to escape, I will always be able to escape knowing that you two are safe. I don’t know how much longer I can live out here in the ocean. But know this, now that I can see your loving faces I can finally remember my name.
Amun Ebon Sakmet