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]

Thanks Metal Mallet for being the only one who keeps checking on my story and responding. So yeah... kudos for you. By the way Kiln I know you are always bussy so no problem... plus you know how busy I can get sometimes with our little project. Anyways that is enought of me mumbling... so yeah... here is another update but unfourtunatly I did not get to far in the actual story on this one so I am going to try and moved along this story a bit faster next time.




The Harvester



Little by little the pain started to slowly melt away. Milo’s muscles started to slowly stop spasming and the smoke around him slowly started to evaporate from sight.

Milo’s carcass lay on the floor without movement and his attackers were still dumbstrucked by what had just taken place. Some of them were in the floor gasping for air as if their lungs were stolen from it. The carcass on the floor started to move… and to the attackers misfortune the horrific figure stood up and grabbed hold of its scythe.

One of the poor missunfourtuante souls went with the only option he had left… he tried to make a run for it. He jumped over a broken table and made a run for the door but before his foot ever touched the ground his head was sent flying through the air and his decapitated corpse fell untop of the broken table. Blood oozed down to the floor… and it started to spread… the dark red blood reached Milo’s foot and as soon as it touched his black leather boots he disappeared into the air.

“Why? They have done nothing wrong!” Milo’s voice dreadfully echoed within his brain.

Ahhh… but they have. They went to the wrong place at the wrong time. And ontop of that they will serve as a lesson to you.

“What lesson! There are no lessons in slaughters or in massacres. Those men died without a cause… they probably have a family or maybe even children and you made me cut them down without remorse! They deserved better than that!”

Is that what you really think? Then it seems you have not learn the lesson yet. Tell me Milo… how many more are going to die in order for you to learn? Will it take these 6 poor souls? Or maybe 20? Perhaps it would take the entire village.

“No… please… just leave them be…” Milo tried to whisper.

No? It seems you have not even began to grasp the lesson… that is really a shame.

Milo’s carcass appeared again within the bar. He had appeared right out of the darkness and right in front of one of the 6 remaining attackers. Milo’s scythe went up in the air and it came slashing down on one more of the victims decapitating him. Milo watch it all… he saw how the blade penetrated the skin on the victims neck… it slowly made a gash in his neck and it kept getting bigger and bigger as the blade sinked deeper and deeper. It not only cut the artery vain but the jugular vain as well sending a tremendous amount of blood bursting out of the man’s neck until his head was completely severed from the corpse.

The other men were now is a state of a complete panic. Milo’s carcass stood in front of the bloody mess that was once a man. He slowly started to gain some control over himself. “Why? Why? Why you monster? They have done nothing! Nothing! Why?”

Milo’s voice started to increase in volume slowly but steadily until it came to the point where he was screaming as loud as his lungs could muster. He kept repeating the same things over and over sounding more and more like a lunatic every time.

But then he grew quite once again… he lost control. And the remaining 5 were cut down relentlessly. None of them ever had a chance to defend themselves… they were all slaughtered simultaneously in a second. The walls, the floor and even the tables inside the bar were all drenched in they’re red bubbily blood… severed body parts laid all across the floor… a horrific sight never before witnessed in Balmora... and hopefuly never again.


Thanksss for reading.