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Post#851 » Tue Aug 07, 2012 9:54 am

Ah Odette, you are back and as usual a complete genius with words as usual.

Now see here Prince of Poems, I am beginning to get the sense you deliberately tell us and make us wait, so we stay glued to this forum. You should write a Finnish soap opera set in the eighteen hundreds, you'd make millions. indecision

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Post#852 » Thu Aug 09, 2012 9:14 am

Well then Otto i guess our first task is to keep plenty of water about to continually douse those torches!indecision


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Post#853 » Thu Aug 09, 2012 10:51 am

Haha, that was a good one, you! :)

It was a little metaphor, if that's what it's called in english.

Did you enjoy of the work itself?

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Post#854 » Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:29 am

Hah, well said, Rachel. I truly have something to offer this time, and while I remain uncertain about the spelling mistakes that I might have missed, it's a good Arcadian tale. And this time, I did put some effort in writing it.


Oi, Odette, The Fairy Queen, how're ya doin' !?

And good to see ya. I've missed ya.. a bit. ;)

Anyway, this is it. The work of many days.

After considering a few entitles, since I'm quite focused on some youtube stuff etc; I've come to a conclusion that: 'Eyes of the Bloodred Mist' will do.


(Story Part)


'Eyes of the Bloodred Mist is an artifact, which consists of two eyes that once belonged to Mógrah, The Guardian of Death himself. This is a short story, describing what happened, when Mógrah removed his own eyes.'

When he had lost his eyes, a great mist approached from the south. He ventured there, breathing that mist inside him, filling his lungs with it, since he knew that the mist held unkown powers. He had never seen such wicked and evil mist. Then he called out for a dragon he had once captured, one who now served him loyally, and gave it a task.

That dragon was to take him to top of Mount Arran, greatest mountain that exists in Arcadian, so he could release it's destructive force once more by setting it's heart ablaze. He wanted it to erupt again, so he could breath all of that mist out of his lungs, to strengthen the magma with it's ghostly abilities. Then he would cast his eyes into the fire, trying to turn them into stony artifacts. And the dragon did his master's bidding, and soon, they took flight, and after two hours of flying, they finally arrived to Ishmazen, The Land of Snow and Frozen Tears. And then Mógrah ordered the dragon to unleash all of it's power and will, and turn it into a great breath of fire.

The dragon obeyed..

And soon, a horrifying ball of fire smashed against the stony walls of Arran, and so it happened, just as Mógrah had expected it to happen. The ground started to shake, and he heard clearly, as the lava started to rise in depths of Arran.

And as Arran was about to erupt and unleash it's molten fury, Mógrah laughed and remembered the old days, when it had erupted for the first time. The sky would split in half, the smoke would replace all of the clouds, and countless of deaths would follow by this disaster of nature, caused by none other than Mógrah himself.

And then the burning lava hit the sky, and sent it's tens of thousands of burning fireballs flying across the sky, smashing into lands, forests, oceans and even other mountains.

And there he stood, casting his eyes into the lava, as it kept falling down on him, and as he muttered his own words of power, suddenly, fire covered his once precious eyes, and then he casted a spell that did far more damage than the lava itself. The very ground started to tremble, almost splitting in half, and he watched, as the mist darkened the eyes and as the fire gave them it's own red and fearsome color. Then he took those eyes and casted them into a lake, far in the distance. And by touching those waters, his eyes cooled, turning into stone. Then he went there, and retrieved them from the bottom of that lake. Those stones now possessed a bloodred and misty color.

Stones that now possessed a power to unleash the wrath of any extinct volcano's in The World of Arcadian.


(Poetry Part)


'Here's some poetry and story, telling about a man, who decided to obey Mógrah unknowingly. He lost his sanity and helped the dark one to fulfill one of his chaotic plans.'


'We all are adventurer's in some way. Some of us seek for long forgotten treasures and for relics of the past, while some of us seek for something that no books or songs tell about. Something that is both evil and powerful. Yes, it is known.. Some of us seek for power.. But what.. Do we do, once we get hold of the power we seek for? That.. Is not known.'


Eyes of the Bloodred Mist (Instruments of Fire and Chaos)


Evening fell, cold and harsh winds started to blow, freezing the air and the ground..

I knew very well that I would have to bow down before it's destructive force, just like a master's hound..

And then the spirit of the wind told me that I would have to find a pair of mystical eyes..

Eyes that can find and bind those that serve the night, eyes that are eternal and eyes that can free..

A painter who has a forbidden ability to paint and therefore change the color of the skies..


The shadows arrived, the moon smiled, but the existence of a path I sought, was denied..

Someone kept laughing in the darkness, as my heart kept fighting against the coldness..

I knew it to be a lost battle, oh the sadness..


After wandering planlessly from forest to another, I finally found an underground passage..

I felt that if I'd go down there, I'd be lost forever.. And I thought that should I have any last wishes, or use these walls to carve a secret message..


Nothingness ruled inside my sleeping mind..

Snow had already erased all of my footsteps that I had so carefully left behind..

Somehow.. I knew that the spirit was not the one, who it was supposed to be..

Then why.. Did I even accept this quest.. If I knew that I'd be lost for eternity.. Never to be free..


(Story Part)


'He knew that he had to go there, and as he stepped inside the cave, darkness created an impenetrable wall, blocking the entrance. Now, there was no chance to turn back. He had to go on, and venture deeper into the depths. It was cold, but not even nearly as cold as it had been outside, but dark, yes, it was so dark. He could see nothing, but then.. As he kept stumbling in the darkness, his fingers reached out to something.. A stony switch.. And as he pulled it, suddenly, candless were lit all around him, just like that. And in front of him now stood a figure that he knew all too well. It could not be true..


It was Mógrah. Wearing his black and silky robes, such dark clothes.. Then he revealed his pale hands, holding one stone in each palm. He did not speak a single word, he just stood there, holding those red stones that glowed with eternal power.

'Why.. Do you hesitate.. I offer you.. My eyes.. eyes.. eyes..' - Said the whispers inside the man's head. He knew that those whispers belonged to him. He did not lose his sanity though. He knew.. He knew..


No words were spoken, but then Mógrah watched as the man's eyes started to gleam with certain light. He smiled, knowing that this poor and wretched mortal would carelessly take the eyes, while he should've just turned around and ran. None had blocked his path, none of his footsteps had been erased. It wasn't even dark in there.

The man had lost a battle, but not a battle against the coldness. He had lost his sanity.. Forever.

And then he took the stones off Mógrah's hands, and as the man touched them, Mógrah took a few steps back, pointed up with his fingers, and then a horrifying sight opened before the eyes of the man. With the light of those candless, he could see that they were standing in the center of an extinct volcano.


And as the stones in the man's cold and shaking hands started to glow with red ever so brightly, he looked Mógrah into the eyes, saying.. 'No.. No.. I.. Don't want these stones!'

But it was all too late, Mógrah spoke the words of power, and as he hit his right hand to the ground, he spoke for the first time, saying only one single word: 'Fool..'

Then the eyes of bloodred mist revealed it's true power, and by burning the man's hands and setting them on fire, he dropped the eyes to ground, and then the ground began to tremble, lava started to emerge from under it, and as it touched the man, his weak body didn't last long. The heat was overwhelming, but Mógrah just stood there, unharmed, enjoying of the man's fading cries of torment and anguish.


Death could never take his life..


He simply watched as the lava rose to unseen heights, soon to fulfill all of his tasks and needs. Then he just left, ascending back to safety, which should've belonged to the man he had just burned.

'Spirit of the wind..'

It was a second volcano to erupt within a year, and I had only two questions that remained without an answer..


Why he had chosen someone else to use the stones.. That is not known..

But he had used that poor soul to destroy a part of the world.. That is known..


'If he lights all of those volcanic torches, then this world shall be lost forever.'


Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen


PS. It may be a hard story to grasp, but it's purely Arcadian material. Also, this is a little foretaste. I'm definitely going to use this style in writing of my novella.

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Post#855 » Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:19 am

I just got a sudden inspiration to write about the end of the world.

When This World Shall Sink Into The Void of The Sky

Every night, when I close my old and tired eyes

I dream about the day, when this world shall be unmade

And when that day finally arrives, I shall be standing on the forgotten shores

Awaiting for thundering and chaotic storms to arise.. And I'll be there to welcome the burning winds and to behold the destruction of this earth's weak and hollow core..

And then.. All mountains, walls and stones shall turn into dust..

And then.. All clouds will cease to move.. The sky will be torn apart.. The stars shall be crushed..

And then.. All oceans and seas will turn into endless wastelands of nothingness..

And then.. All forests and trees shall burn.. Creating a rain of burning ash.. Which will cloak the lands of this world with darkness..

'The sun and the moon will join together to fight against the chaotic forces of the void..

But their efforts will all be in vain.. Everything in this world shall be destroyed..'

But oh, something will always stay alive..

If nothing else, then the memories of that day will live on inside our dead minds..

Or maybe some of us will manage to find shelter.. Maybe some of us will survive..

But the question is.. Is it just a chain of false visions that I've been seeing during all this time..


If nothing is certain, then I have to wonder why..

I still keep seeing visions about the day, when this world shall sink into the void of the sky..


Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

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Post#856 » Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:31 am

Of course I loved the poem O'erath Windsoul. And the end of the world, how sad and beautiful at once. Of course being the elf  I am and trusting Eru implicitly I am sure that will not happen. I felt sad at the description of the eyes, old and tired, to me signifying exhaustion mentally physically and emotionally. There would not be anything in real life triggering that now would there my dear friend? Like, hmm let me see, ten thousand gallons of excellent beer , eight thousand cigarettes and absolutely no sleep for a while  now would there? You can draw a sigh of relief that Leelee does not live near you. There would be quite a drastic change of lifestyle for her beloved Oerath I can tell you. And being an Elf, there would be no where to run or hide for you. I would bring about ten of my most trusted family and we would make our own Elven version of an exclusive spa ........just for you . Healthy food, pure water, tons of excercise in the great out of doors and bed at ninish. Hmm, perhaps I should take a short vacation with my beloved family, I mean there is four elves right there..........................

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Post#857 » Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:44 am

Hey, I don't drink and smoke that much, dear Rachel. :)

My school kicks off again in a few days, then I'll have no time to drink that much, and I'll smoke less, trying to get rid off it. My daily smoking has lowered to 2-5 cigarettes.

I've thought of starting a diet that includes a lot of vegetables, and only some red meat, mainly chicken and other protein giving food, since I'm starting to go to gym regularly, once a local gym opens their doors after the summer holidays.

I so appreciate that you care for this little poetic wandering man!

I guess I've no choice, but to return to the lands of Lothlorien and live like other elves.

PS. It would be nice to get some surprise visitors one day. ^^

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Post#858 » Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:52 am

Man, another week without PT, sorry folks, but I have had some things.

Sadly, I haven't been writing much. On occasions, I keep some break. 1 week per time or so from writing.

It's for the sole purpose of not getting a writer's block, which I haven't or do not even want to face.

Break does good to brains, though I am not sure if I've any brain cells left. ^^

I am going to write surprising things between this weekend and monday.

A Norse themed piece of work and a new part of story, but I won't reveal, which one it will be.


In a week or two, I'll upgrade my singing equipment a little bit, so I'll get back at doing vocal covers, but this time, the quality will be much, much better.

By the way, that norse inspired work has an entitle, and I'm going to expand it a little by saying that:

'The Battle of Swords and Souls

Part I

Nightfall of Blood, Of Kings and Gods

I've written 7 or 8 TFTROSAL parts and I feel that I'm going to put that one aside with two more planned parts. It will all be done in time.

But this one, it shall become my brand new serie of poems. I'm excited for it. It will also give me more spark to continue writing of my novella.


- O.W.

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Post#859 » Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:52 am

Two to five cigarettes is awesome, i am proud of you. Never mind Otto, take your time, whatever comes forth whenever it comes forth will be totally epic and awesome. I will send you some perfect health giving and highly delicious recipes.

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Post#860 » Mon Aug 20, 2012 10:20 am

This part will be a bit cheesy.

I will start this serie by telling about a war, a battle of good and evil, and it will most likely end in a same way.



The Battle of Swords and Souls

Part One

A Nightfall of Blood


'Let the battle horn start this war.'


Thousands of soldiers, living and dead

Are marching across cold and bloody battlefield

Clear and blue skies lie behind, stormy and raging skies lie ahead

These men of honor are ready to fight for their lives, even if they won't win


Night is about to fall

A nightfall of blood

The High King's final call

Will start the great war


And so they ride through the mist of night

Those brave warriors of light

This is their chance to prove their worth and their might

This is their chance to kill and fight!


They all left their villages and homes behind

They all came here to find..

Something to ease their thirst for blood and war

They all want to protect the realms of the norse gods


'Many are the ranks of both armies.'


Thousands of swords, thousands of spears

Glimmering armors, helms and shields

Kings and their sworn warriors and archers

Fierce war horses and their fearsome riders


Lords of the dead, children of the evil gods

Creatures of pure dread, thousands of undead that hunger for nothing, but blood

Dark sorcerer's and riders of the night

Corrupted souls, wicked beasts and unholy knights


Forces of evil are great and they increase in numbers all the time..

But their greatest weakness comes with the rising dawn.. And that is sunshine


'And so, forces of the two armies clashed, and the bloody battle began. The night fell, turning the sky red. The men looked at each other with fear and confusion, but they all knew that there was no turning back. This battle was foreseen hundreds of years ago, and this battle shall be fought!

And when the bards will sing about the events of this night, they will include the following words in their songs.'


'Of Nightfall of Blood, Of Kings, Evil Lords and Gods'


Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen


PS. I won't most likely have time to write anything else this evening/night, so I hope you'll all like of this one!

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