The Harvester, Yous're soul is mine... Options

[Mazelure]

This is a little idea that hit me while I was sitting around listening to music and I hope you guys like it. But I must warn you that it is like a play... the characters thoughts will be colored in red, the narrator will be normal white letters... and other people speaking will probaly be in green... anyways enjoy.

The Harvester


As I put my mouth on the skooma pipe and take one more puff I slowly start to feel the effects washing over me. Wave after wave of soothing ecstasy numbs the pain within my right arm, chest, abs, and my legs. To say that I triumphaly defeated the encounter with three storm astronachs would be a lie. I barely came out with my life and a broken body… and I have no doubt that my right arm will never return to it’s proper state.

The broken figure holding the skooma pipe leans against the rock it was sitting next to. He looks up to the sky and a raindrop falls on his face.

It seems that my bad luck never stops… oh well…

The broken figure slowly started to lose its conscience and slowly starts to slip away from this world and into the realm of dreams.

Ha ha ha ha… is this it Milo? Are you can going to just sit back and let the darkness slowly consume you?

Who the hell are you? And if I want to die it’s no business of yours.

That is where you are wrong mortal. I am the great Shegorath… the lord of madness. And you and your pitiful excuse of exsistance belongs to me. Now hush… and enjoy the peace and tranquility as long as you can… it will probably be the last time you can.


Yeah it's a small post but I am multy tasking so it's kinda hard to make it long. Anyways thanks for reading and Kudos.

This post has been edited by Mazelure: Jul 25 2006, 09:43 PM

[Mazelure]

Here is another rather short update.

The Harvester

The man sitting on the ground slowly began to open his eyes.

What the hell? My arms!

The man’s arm had red burning marks on them. They almost look like if they were branded.

What the hell is wrong with them!?

Don’t despair… and remember… this is a gift from me to you…

Aagghhh… take your gift back! I don’t want this cursed thing.

I am afraid you have no choice in the matter… ha ha ha… enjoy.

Damn you! Why me!

The angered man kept screaming into the night sky. He eventually with time gave up his futile efforts. He sat alone under the night sky until dawn began to approach. He then slowly got up from his resting place and began walking down the path that lay before him.

He came a cross a forked road… one lead to the wilderness and the other lead to Balmora. Without glancing at the sign between the forked road he began making his way to the city of Balmora.

Once he came near the town two guards who were keeping watch of the entrance of the city grew silent and stared at him with both fear and menace. They kept watching him until he walked passed them. Too afraid to say anything but with enough knowledge to know to stay quite they let him pass.

The man slowly made his through the crowded streets of Balmora and into the Seven Plates Inn where he slowly walked towards the bartender while grabbing everyone’s attention. He dropped ten pieces of gold on the counter and gently grabbed the keys to his room from the young mistress.

He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He took of his worn out and ripped shirt and drop it ontop of a chair.

He then let himself fall ontop of the soft bed.

This has to be a dream… it has to be.