A DEAD MAN'S TALE, the story of a dying man Options

[Mazelure]

A Dead Man’s Tale


Diego could be seen drinking bottle after bottle of flin… everyone in the bar was staring at him… “How can a man drink so much?” was in everyone mind. Everyone’s except one… a young boy who could see through Diego’s desperate attempt to numb the pain… by filling the empty hole inside with alcohol…he has seen it before in others… but none showed as much pain and desperation as Diego…

Diego felt cold and empty inside… he no longer cared about what others thought… he just wanted to replace the pain with something… with anything… but he knew that no amount of alcohol will ever fill the hole inside his chest… but he had to try even if it was in vain… even if it killed him.

Each flin he drank helped him face the truth… that he was alone… that he will always be alone… that he was already dead inside… only that his brain did not know it yet.

His eye were empty of emotion, slowly scanning his surroundings… watching all… then gazing at the table before him… filled with empty bottles of flin… and then the beautiful melody crawled in his ears and into his intoxicated brain.

Such melody… “Music of the gods” Diego slowly whispered.

It got louder and louder… and with the increase of volume Diego’s pain decreased in size. He slowly turned to the left to see a young Breton boy playing a lute that fit perfectly in his arms… as if it was a part of him… an extension of his arms…

“Leave me alone child… I have no money… I have nothing… so just leave this poor man to his drinking…” Diego whispered the words slowly as if every one pained him to speak.

“Don’t worry… this song is free of charge” the boy responded with concern in his eyes and sadness in his voice.

“I don’t need your sympathy… I don’t need your charity either… but I will be willing to barter.” Diego told the small boy.

“I’m listening old man.”

“Now listen closely you fetcher… I will be willing to tell you how this once mighty hero lost everything… how I was loved and respected… how much my wife and children adored me… and how everything was taken away… ripped away from my grasp…and in exchange you will play that soothing melody to help ease the pain.”

“That sounds like a deal old man” the young child responded even though he truly did not wish to listen to this poor man’s story… he never liked listening about the suffering of others.

The bar was half empty now… and in the middle of the room a child could be seen playing a beautiful melody for a dyeing man… listening to a dead man’s tale…


I hope this is the beginning of a good story… and remember I’ll appreciate some criticism… and by the way…

Kudos… Kudos

This post has been edited by Mazelure: May 23 2006, 03:40 AM

[Mazelure]

Thanks for the support and here is a bit more... from

A DEAD MAN’S TALE


I was once a champion to my people… a hero who stood for justice… a hero to many… and to others I was so much more… but I failed them… and know they are all dead… and I cant even avenge their deaths…

My village was a small one… a peaceful one… the guards did there jobs and everyone else did theirs… but no matter how peaceful a village is… there will always be a shadow… and this shadow’s name was Kain.

Kain was a monstrous telvanni mage… he would send his minions in the middle of the night to kidnap innocent villagers… men and women… even children… he did not care… they all died equally the same by his sadistic hands. He would throw them in his dungeon and do to them whatever he pleased… he would try out his spells on them… to see witch spell could inflict the most possible damage upon his victims without killing them… just so he can use them to torture others…

I defeated the monster before… back when I was much younger… when his evil could not be stopped by the blades of brave men and women… but unfortunately I did not kill the beast… he ran to the shadow’s… wounded… and there he has stayed for years… licking his wounds… waiting and watching for the perfect time to strike…

As the years went by the village began to return to its peaceful ways… putting the nightmare behind them… forgetting of the dangers that hide in the dark… their life resumed as normal and I was declared the champion of the village… and a hero to the hearts of my people… but we were foolish…we just blinded ourselves to the true evil behind the shadows…

More and more years passed by… and I grew old… I married… I started a family… all the meanwhile Kain planned his revenge from the safety of the darkness…

When he did strike no one was prepared… so accustomed to the peace were the people that they’re weapons were thick with rust… even my sword had collected it’s fair share of rust… it had grown old and dull along with me…

He attacked in the dark… in the middle of the night… the entire village was awakened by the roars of the beast who were charging at us… and the entire night until dawn the village was filled with spine shivering growls … and with the battle cries of the brave men who stood up to protect they’re love ones…

If it wasn’t for the brave guards and healers of the village everyone would have been slaughter… I along with many men and women stood our ground after wave and wave of Clannfears and Dremora lords attacked our village… one by one they all fell… the guards worked together along with the healers… the guards engaged the beasts with battle while the healers attended to the wounded and fortified the physical abilities of everyone in need…

Until the daybreak… after hours of fatiguing battle… the entire village was under chaos and overwhelmed with dead carcasses all along the streets … creature upon creature… corpse upon corpse… the streets ran red with blood… of both beast and man… so many good men were lost but if it wasn’t for them many more would have died…

We all knew who was behind this… well at least we thought we knew…

Vengeance was burning within all the survivors… even the youngest of children had the desire to kill the monster behind this… and so it was decided… a group of warriors… under my leadership…would make the monster pay for his crimes… we would make his corpse burn in the fiery depths of oblivion for all eternity…

But anger and hatred always leads to the road of destruction… and the fate of the village was far worse than anyone could have predicted… now they are all dead…

I was left alive to die a slower death… even now I am dying… I am nothing more than a corpse… a corpse unable to rest…



That’s all I have for know but I’ll come back to post some more… By the way

Kudos Kayla, Ice, Kiln, Dark Hunter, Joryn, and anyone else who has or will read my story… Kudos

This post has been edited by Mazelure: May 23 2006, 11:48 PM