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.

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?

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..........................

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.

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.

Enjoy.

 

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!

I wish no one ever h ad a blood thirst for war. It breaks my heart. But I enjoyed the pageantry and pace, thank you .

This is something quite inspirational. I just wanted to write something Norse themed, and I wanted to write it right to the point. I had some hard time remembering all of the names I used.

 

Raven's of the North

 

There he stands under Yggdrasil, the great world tree

He who possesses both Wisdom and Might

O' Odin, All-Father, honored and blessed art thee

Ye know secrets of the ages, ye won't bow to day nor night

 

Let Huginn and Muninn fly

Across Midgård's vast sky

May they bring back news and whispers

Those yer black eyes and ears

 

On back of Sleipnir ye ride

To watch the sky and it's blue tide

Nine realms lie down below

Some of 'em are safe, others are darkly hollow

 

Return to Válaskjálf, yer silvery halls

Before the evening falls

To greet Huginn and Muninn, as they fly forth

Yer messenger's, two raven's of the north

 

Leave the halls, for a feast is about to begin

In the Halls of Valhalla, slain warrior's gather 'round to eat, drink and sing

Songs of old and drunken laughter echo throughout the stony halls

And the feast goes on and on, until the daylight finally calls

 

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

i do not know if it will be good but here it goes 

 

Im oh so lost in this night of fear

no one oh no one will ever find me here 

ive travled long and far to this place called today

everyday i wish to be found, to not be forgotten 

sewing and cleaning is such hard work and to make the cotton.

"help me" i call out to the people walking past 

but no one seems to hear me, i will never last

they walk past with not a care in the world 

people walk through me as if i am made of a cloud

no one knows me, i am the one who found the shroud

i long seek for the day i will be found 

for now i am forever bound to this day called today

 please give ur feedback

 

Welcome Alonzo, brave guy! I have read your poem and as usual, I feel that I have something in common. I always read this thread because it helps to know other PT members better. By writing we all show our deepest part and many times I find that we are not alone, that we all share these feelings. I liked it very much! Keep on writing and sharing your works with us of course!

Rukain, you are a good poet too. Do not judge yourself so poorly boy. None of us is a genius but the simple fact of writing a couple of sentences with that passion makes us being in the group of possible new artists! Hahaha. I tell it to you from the heart, anything you write is part of yourself and if you are a kind person -as we have seen here- you are sharing your love and gentleness with us. It's fantastic. Please put your poems in PT for us to enjoy them!

Ups, I didn't know you were a girl but thanks for your explanation.

Ain't bad if you feel better taking the role of a boy. I mean, I am also a girl and I am stronger, courageous and make decisions with more courage than many men. Even so, I wouldn't like to be a boy. I think we all have both sides, you know? It doesn't matter if our body is of a girl or a boy, our mind have both parts. It's unfair those stereotypes that we place in sexes. I can cry if I feel touched and I can stop someone else's but raising my voice louder if it's necessary. I have my sweet and my hard face. We all have them. It depends on the situation, life teaches us and I think it's stupid to decide which side you must choose. There is no choice, you can be whoever with different nuances, male and female. Both live perfectly.

I have to say that your post made me think about Eowyn. She wanted to fight too, she didn't want to accept her fragility because she was brave and wanted to show it. However she was kind and careful and I remember when she cried for Theoden and when she fought next to him. You see, she has both characters.

Nicely said, Rachel.

@ Alonzo: Welcome to PT, lad. Your offering was some good evening reading. I hope that you'll spend more time with us and help us to raise this thread back to it's rightful place - right to the top.

Yellow, Elbereth and Rukain.

I'm quite tired, but I really wanted to do this, before going to sleep.

Two hours ago, I saw azure colored aurora's with my friend. We were going to sauna, when my friend saw those aurora's, dancing in the sky, and told me to look too. It was quite amazing. A rare sight to behold in early september.

So, yehey.

 

Azure Lights (A Rainy September Night)

 

I was standing in the pale moonlight

When my friend told me to look up into the sky

I dared to question his wisdom, and so I asked why

Then he smiled and said: 'You've to see this one with your own eyes.'

 

And then I looked up, and I couldn't believe it to be true

I saw so many blue aurora's, dancing towards the full moon

I froze to that place, and stood still

I forgot about the wind, I couldn't even feel the night's chill

 

And so we watched, as those aurora's kept traveling across the sky

Slowly losing color and shape, it was still an amazing and unforgettable sight

And then, in mere seconds, those blue northern lights were gone

And in my silent mind, I asked from the mother earth: 'What have you done?'

 

And she answered to me, like a whisper in the wind:

'You should joy and celebrate such a sight, 'cause you truly saw those azure lights.'

'And it is quite rare to see them on such a rainy september night.'

'Nothing is meant to last forever. In the end, it all shall crumble into the spiraling depths of time.'

'Keep that in mind, when you wish for something to last longer, it's almost like asking for three new chimes.'

'Time after time..'

 

After all, I saw those beautiful, dancing azure lights

And though winter is quite far, I guess it just needs one rainy and lucky september night

 

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

Happily she's gone smiling

no tears in her eyes abandoned

will pushed her to a new horizon

even if everyone else's where left behind

confidence and courage they said...

Meanwhile longing and sorrow invaded

her lonely smashed heart

tears ran inside, she swallowed

it wasn't a choice, but a must.

Now here I am, she I say

now there they are, missing me

stronger than I've thought, she is

fragile as have ever been, she cries.

Sun rises everyday for everyone

those words in mind feeds her

darkness will fade blown by her sighs

family, life, me together under the same light.

Thanks Leelee. I wrote it as it came to my mind, I was just looking what's new in PT and all those thoughts came and just noted them here.

That work may be a bit incomplete, so I'll see if there's anything to correct, but I'll do it tomorrow, once I get to it.

And sorry for it's content. It's darker than my usual dark stuff.

If the text is too violent, I can remove it.

- O.W.

I have now added a short story for those, who want to read it with the story, or understand more about the work itself.

More to come in near future!

Otto this is beautiful. It speaks right to my heart. I love it. Beautiful. Well done!

Oh, but thank you, you two.

I feel that 'Shades' (Strange and short entitle) was a big step from my usual works.

Anyway, let's see what Rachel thinks of it, once she gets some time and logs in.

I doubt she has had a chance to read it! ^^

Oh Otto, I feel the breaking of my heart for you. Whatever is hurting you dearest, may it fly away like a bad storm, to be forgot in the gentle sunshine and clear air that follows.

Wherever you go, whatever you do, my heart will follow and to the best of my abilities i shall watch over you my dearest friend. Namarie.

I couldn't leave without giving something, and this time, I give something to all of you.

I hope you all will like of it, and I certainly do hope that many people will read it.

Thanks to all of you, and see you.. *

- Oerath.

 

Departure

Golden shores and crystal clear skies..
I left it all behind.. All of those past glories.. All of that shared history..
But I'd be just telling meaningless and heavy lies..
If I'd say that I don't want to be a part of this long and beautiful story..

(Anymore..)

That you all helped me to create..
These past three years.. Spending that time here wasn't a mistake..
I've seen and learned many things..
And each time, when I've fallen..
I've risen back to the sky by using my wings..

But those wings won't always be there to save me..
A day will arrive, when I won't be able to feel, hear or see..
And when that fateful day finally arrives..
I'll use those wings for one last time.. And I'll fly across the skies..

But before that happens.. I promise that I shall return to the halls
Where all candles are always lit, where even the daylight answers to each of my calls
And I know that many elves, dwarves and men, will be waiting there for me
And I also promise that once I return, I won't ever leave..
(Again..)

Upon my departure.. It rained heavily..
Now the sky is clear.. Winds blow so silently..
I wish that I would've stayed, and even if it's not too late..
To turn around and return back home.. I won't do it, 'cause I hate..

To be wrong.. And to be honest, I've been wrong all along..
I belong to those halls.. 'Cause inside those beautiful and stony walls..
There's something worth of returning back for..

A place that is full of good friends..
A place that is full of good spirit and innocence..
A place that I found many years ago..
A place that I call my home..

'And when all flowers will wither and die, when the first snows will pour down from the sky, I shall return, so, light all of your candles.. And let them burn.' *

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

As Ama said , beautiful. This is one of the most beautiful pieces I've ever read. Lovely. As always I really like it a lot.
Save travels my friend,

I will light my candle for you and I hope others will do the same.

Namarie,
Arwen *the little elf* :-)

Wonderful words .keep safe Otto

May I just say, Beredras, I am glad you are here. This poem of yours made me smile. The structure and rhythm is simple and straightforward, and it gives it a feel of frankness and sincerity. A simplicity that gives it power. As I read it I can hear a tone that says, "Just goes to show ya!" It's great and well written, and I like the style.

Thank your for your poem, it is a good start on this thread. If you are interested you might wish to read some or all of professor Tolkien's poems.  Or any other poems you like. Poetry is a unique way of sharing thought and some like it, some do not. but if you are keen on it there is a wealth of reading out there to help you become an avid poetry crafstman. I hope you will stay.

Beredras, I completely agree with Rukain said. Short, simple and direct. 

Go on writing and you'll see in brief you could write long poems or stories and every time it will be easier.

I´ve been working on another poem and i hope you like it

 

The War

 

A war was churning

Evil assembled

The fields were burning

The ground trembled

 

Power was sought

Men assembled

Battles were fought

And mountains trembled

 

When hope was dim

The men retreated

But survival was slim

The men were defeated

 

The elves heard the cry

Not all was in vain

For time went by

And the orcs were slain