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]

This next update is diferent from the previous ones. I sacrifised some specific detail for lenght and to get along a bit faster in the story. So yeah... I hope you still enjoy it and that it's as deliteful as the others.

The Harvester

You… you monster! Ha ha ha… you butchered everyone in the room? How could you?

“I… I didn’t… I did not kill them… you did… you possessed me.”

Did I? Or was it just you thinking that it was I?

“Quit messing with my head you monster!”

Monster? As I recall these men died by your hand… not mine. Ha Ha Ha…

“Shut up… Shut Up!!!” Milo started screaming as loud as his mortal lungs would permit him.

“By the nine!! You… you monster!”

3 guards stood by the inn’s door with they’re weapons drawn. One of them removed his helmet as fast as he could and three up at the end of the hallway. The other two started to progress towards Milo. “Your crime is beyond any redemption! You may not be permitted to live. May the nine have mercy on your soul.” In an instant the lead guard and his companion charged towards Milo… all in vein.

Milo quickly moved into action. He readied his scythe and slashed vertically at his enemies. The blade of the scythe effortlessly cut straight through the bone mold armor the lead guard was wearing. The guard feel to the floor dead… the second guard took the opportunity to attack. He kept charging and jumped in the air while trying to bring his blade down at Milo’s head with all his might. Milo simply moved to the side and let the guard and his blade fall straight on the floor on top of his brethren guard.

Milo raised his scythe up in the air and let it fall down… the tip of the blade pierced through the guards back and through his spine. The guard let it out a loud desperate scream of pain before growing silent and taken by the shadows.

Milo put his foot on the dead guards hip and pulled the scythe out of his back… blood squirted out and splashed over Milo. He was now completely drenched in it’s substance… dried blood was stained in his face making the horrible markings in his body even more horrific. And even Milo’s torso was still wet with the blood of his previous victims.

Milo turned to face the hallway… he started making his way down the dark and cold corridor and towards the door to the inn. The third guard was standing against the far corner petrified… his armor was stained with his own mess… his stomach spasm again as his eye’s fell upon Milo.

But he did nothing… he reached for the door and slowly pulled it open… he walked outside and took one last glanced of the atrocity he had left behind in the inn before walking towards the open streets.

As soon as Milo took a deep breath he was blasted against the wall by a lightning bolt. He slowly fell down and hit the cold stone floor… he looked up to see a dark elf mage in a dark blue robe with her hands ablazed in lightning.

“Damn you Shegorath! Why must you do this! Wont those men back there enough for you? What more can you possibly ask of me?” Milo kept repeating in his head… he could not comprehend what the mad god wished… what does he want?

Why? Because you must learn. Pay attention boy! Think! Why did those men back there die?

“Because you killed them!”

No… I am afraid you still don’t get it.

Milo stood up from the ground and grabbed unto his scythe as tightly as possible. The sorceress hands started to glow an electric blue again. She waved her hands towards Milo and another lightning bolt sliced through the air. This time Milo slashed the bolt with his scythe… then it started to absorb the spell… the scythe started to glow a hypnotizing blue and electricity was trying to escape through the blade so Milo swinged around and made a slashing movement towards the sorceress. The electric bolt was sent back at her with twice the force… not only was she blasted by the lightning but she was sent black flying in the opposite direction where she crashed into a crate crushing all of it’s contents. The intensity of the spell was so fierce that blue particles could still be seen in the air where the spell had traveled.

Milo’s carcass started walking down the cold stone streets of Balmora. “They died… they died because you killed them!”

Not this again! When will you learn! Think! Think!

“They died because they were weak! They died because everyone is disposable! Is that what you want to hear! They died because there lives were of no value!!!”

Yes… you finally got it! Now learn the lesson… you are just liked them. You can die at any given moment. Why? Because you are weak… you are of no value… you are disposable. And in order to change that you must grow strong! You will have to learn the true meaning of power and embrace it!

“… they died… they died to teach me this? It’s not right”

Can’t you see? There is no right or wrong. There are only actions and consequences.

Milo fell still… his body unable to move. He stood in the middle of the stoned bridge with no movement. It was as if his body was completely cut off from him. But it was not Shegorath… it was not even the effects of the lesson he had just learned… no… it was a spell.

Milo try with all his might to look at the cause of his paralization… he succeeded in moving his head slightly to the side but it was enough. Enough to see the sorceress he thought dead smiling. A smile of complete and absolute joy.

Just then Milo felt something warm running down his chest. It was an arrow that had just pierced through his chest. Then another… and another.

“NO! Stop! He is mine!” A voice that demanded respect echoed in the wind. Such a powerful yet delicate voice.

“Who’s voice is that? Such a voice…” Milo looked to his side to see the sorceress. He never noticed before how truly beautiful she looked. So delicate… but yet so strong… so magnificent. Her eyes were a fierce red… ones that Milo had never seen before. Even for for a dark elf her eyes were so incredibly fierce.

Her face shinned again with the same smile as before… a smile of pure joy. She waved her hand and sent an ice ball of tremendous size crashing into Milo. The power of it was so fierce that Milo’s blood froze cold. He was sent flying into the deep blue river that divided Balmora into two.

Nothing could be seen… blood fogged the river’s surface and Milo’s carcass was washed away by he current.