I had fallen many years before to Harris. With the throne, I have lost the connection with various forms of ancient magic to him. And yet, he was never one who was talented in controling the subtle powers that surrounded all beings.
Therein lay his weakness.
In order to free the children of my dead comrades from the false king's artful manipulation, there needed to be more gingaros resisting him. I plotted to rescue my cousin, Mandy, from the castle's oubliette. She was a skillful soceress who had once served under The High Priestess
No doubt, the castle was the most well-guarded place in the kingdom. But I had planned a diversion. A diversion that took advantage of the false king's weak magic.
This day, I invoked a powerful illusion of Shelatores. I made Harris and his men see the armies of Shelatores marching towards them to attack. And they took the bait. The castle was now empty of guards. With immense sadness, I watched the dead magistrate's son from afar, shooting arrows at the illusions.
In any case, I did not watch for long. I headed towards the now empty castle. Yet, I had one last obstacle to overcome. At the perimeter of the castle walls were stone guards. Once a foreign presence was detected, they would be poised to attack with a dreaded form of ancient magic.
I took my chances at the Eastern gates, where the statue of the goddess of justice stood. In old times, it was said this goddess had an oath to uphold justice. I moved forward as she raised her sword, upon which I uttered the ancient words to her. "You who have failed in your duties to justice, how dare you raise your sword at the old king's presence."
Tears of blood fell from the statue's eyes and the sword of justice fell to the ground. Having crossed the barrier, I raised my arms to detect any signs of Mandy's magic. Initially, all my attempts failed, and then it struck me, I was above the oubliette where Mandy was entombed.
I blast opened the stone hatch and traipsed along the dingy stone corridor. The stench of rotting flesh accompanied me. This time, I raised my arms to feel my cousin's magic and there it was. She was behind the iron doors.
Forcing my magic in front of me, I walked through the doors. At this point, I saw her crouching in the darkness, her eyes were empty. I called out to her, and she seemed not to have heard.
I gathered an orb of light on my left palm to better see in the dimly-lit cell. And there it was, embeded on her arm was a seal that robbed her of her magical powers. It was now clear as to why she could not escape from her plight.
After I had removed the seal, some measure of her emotions returned. But she fainted a few minutes later. It was obvious that she hadn't eaten for a long time. The power of the seal ensured she survived, by converting her powers and the subtle magic into food. But the very same seal cruelly took her emotions and magic that she needed.
At the very least, I was finally able to rescue her. And our resistance, would continue after she has recovered.
The Dark Bomoh
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Double it!!
The preparation at the town of Kuchalkive had seen a vast improvement over the week that had passed. The men of the town were finally looking like soldiers, defenders of the town they called home. They were now furbished with armors, hand knitted by their loved ones. Some weren't even fit to be called armors, with each piece glued together with melted candle wax. Bala didn't seemed to mind at all. given the time to prepare the men, any covering was better than no covering at all.
The day dawned with dark clouds surrounding the sky. vH felt something was amiss in that particular morning. Everything seems to be calm. There was neither a sense of urgency, nor were there any trouble to begin with. The mood was especially somber.
As vH continued to inspect and monitor the progress, light water droplets falling from the sky started to shower the town. vH stared at the hill north of Kuchalkive. Kai, Yu, Bala noticed the King's action and followed suit. They could hear a little melody being played from over the hills. They knew what was coming. vH pulled his sword from its sheath and brandished it menacingly.
"Get to position, double it!" he shouted out.
They whom were once peasants, quickly got to their stratergised formation on their feet with a sword and shield on each hand. All the other knights were ready to support vH's call. Bala was first on the scene, his sword drawn as well.
From a somber town to a chaotic one, the song of the siren was pretty obvious by then. There up the hill, shades of a creature could be seen running, no, tumbling down. The population of Kulchalkive who were ready at arm was close to five hundred. Those creatures could be seen coming in thousands. Kai took aim at a distance north-east of the town, and released a shot from his bow with an outstretched arm.
"Arrows at will!" commanded Kai, as the arrow left the bow.
All present could hear the shriek that came after the shot seemingly disappear from sight. Apparently, Kai had took down a shelatore, a banshee-like creature from the land of Xuvarya. It was known that the shelatores are able to create a melody-like charm, which can bring illusions of anything from total despair to ever calmness.
To be continued. .
The day dawned with dark clouds surrounding the sky. vH felt something was amiss in that particular morning. Everything seems to be calm. There was neither a sense of urgency, nor were there any trouble to begin with. The mood was especially somber.
As vH continued to inspect and monitor the progress, light water droplets falling from the sky started to shower the town. vH stared at the hill north of Kuchalkive. Kai, Yu, Bala noticed the King's action and followed suit. They could hear a little melody being played from over the hills. They knew what was coming. vH pulled his sword from its sheath and brandished it menacingly.
"Get to position, double it!" he shouted out.
They whom were once peasants, quickly got to their stratergised formation on their feet with a sword and shield on each hand. All the other knights were ready to support vH's call. Bala was first on the scene, his sword drawn as well.
From a somber town to a chaotic one, the song of the siren was pretty obvious by then. There up the hill, shades of a creature could be seen running, no, tumbling down. The population of Kulchalkive who were ready at arm was close to five hundred. Those creatures could be seen coming in thousands. Kai took aim at a distance north-east of the town, and released a shot from his bow with an outstretched arm.
"Arrows at will!" commanded Kai, as the arrow left the bow.
All present could hear the shriek that came after the shot seemingly disappear from sight. Apparently, Kai had took down a shelatore, a banshee-like creature from the land of Xuvarya. It was known that the shelatores are able to create a melody-like charm, which can bring illusions of anything from total despair to ever calmness.
To be continued. .
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The Oracle by The Great Priestess
Here lies the words of The Oracle, the last words of the Great Priestess of Gingaro (now known as Jingaro).
The ones who know the truth lie beneath the ground, eyes opened but doomed never to move or speak again. And their seeds are in the grasp of the new king.
The atrocities of the current king are masked by pretty words and cunning cruelty. He has addled the minds of the people. The sons and daughters of those whom are dead will soon be in danger. The false king bids his time to sacrifice the innocents.
The Old King's name is dead. Yet, from the ashes, he shall be renewed. He is obliged to protect his people.
Those were the last words of The Oracle, murdered in her sleep...
The Kingdom of Gingaro differs in the sands of time.Where friendships are torn asunder, never has there been such a tragic scene. Framed by his boyhood friend, whom he considered a brother, he now lies in the murky shadows. His name smeared with blood, his people has abandoned and forgotten him.
He who ruled the lands has fallen from grace;
Fallen to the present one who claims the throne.
-The Oracle
The ones who know the truth lie beneath the ground, eyes opened but doomed never to move or speak again. And their seeds are in the grasp of the new king.
The atrocities of the current king are masked by pretty words and cunning cruelty. He has addled the minds of the people. The sons and daughters of those whom are dead will soon be in danger. The false king bids his time to sacrifice the innocents.
The Old King's name is dead. Yet, from the ashes, he shall be renewed. He is obliged to protect his people.
Those were the last words of The Oracle, murdered in her sleep...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Dark Bomoh
All human problems falls into one or more of this 3 areas: Health, Wealth, Relationship.
Once, before all the fiery and destruction set upon the Kingdom of Jingaro, The Dark Bomoh and KingvH were once friends. Best of friends to be precise. The problem that sets them out apart was The King was constantly troubled with his relationship, while The Dark Bomoh experiences all 3.
The desire to satisfy his needs made him what he his today. He neglected his friends, his lifestyle, his society. The only people exist in his life was himself.
He wasnt always called The Dark Bomoh. He had a name, but he choose to throw his life away, all of it, to begin a new life, a new era. Ever since then , he became the Dark Bomoh.
No one knows what is on his mind now.
Once, before all the fiery and destruction set upon the Kingdom of Jingaro, The Dark Bomoh and KingvH were once friends. Best of friends to be precise. The problem that sets them out apart was The King was constantly troubled with his relationship, while The Dark Bomoh experiences all 3.
The desire to satisfy his needs made him what he his today. He neglected his friends, his lifestyle, his society. The only people exist in his life was himself.
He wasnt always called The Dark Bomoh. He had a name, but he choose to throw his life away, all of it, to begin a new life, a new era. Ever since then , he became the Dark Bomoh.
No one knows what is on his mind now.
Monday, July 28, 2008
With Weapons and Shields, for Honour
Countless months have passed, but the Dark Bomoh is still nowhere to be found.
He have gone to exile, to a land faraway where beasts and creatures of the night roam freely, even in the day. No man have ever return from the land without having to lose their minds.
There was no exceptions. Countless Sorcerers and Wizards have gone to the land of no return in hopes of acquiring magics and skill that no ordinary man could possess. What they possess though after, was insanity.
Back in a little town of Kuchalkive, defensive measures were taken to prevent an attack by the Dark Bomoh. The town of Kuchalkive stood at the edge of the fine kingdom of Egnaro. For you see, in order for the Dark Bomoh to penetrate through, it has to get pass Kuchalkive. Kuchalkive served as the 1st line of offence, and defence against the Evil forces.
I was there personally, to make sure the swords are sharp, and the shields are tough. I as the King of Egnaro, have to make sure that the line that we have set upon are ready to face any situation, be it flying pigs or farting cows. There was no room for error. WE HAVE TO BE READY.
As the ever shining sun shone right above us one day, Bala was having a rough time having to train the peasants in armed combat. For many, it has been the 1st time they have wield, or even see a sword and shield. Bala understood, that its up to him if these peasants ever want to see and live another daylight without have to fear the Dark One and his army.
Very few were selected by J2 to master the techniques of the Bow and Arrow. For in order to be one with the Bow, one must have a surging amount of mana, ready to explode and burst at will. One must be special. J2 specialises in seeing things no other man can see. He is able to sense and feel the power others possess. He sees the energy, like how others see the crushing waves of the ocean. The training of the Archery is done by his twin brother. With such accuracy and technique, one wonders if he was in fact, the reincarnation of the mythical legend Legolas. J4 laughed, everytime people hinted.
The swords and shields, and the bow and arrow, were made by the imperial blacksmith himself. Every sword, and every shield, and every bow, and every arrow were carefully made and labelled with the royal symbol. It was a sign of honour, a sign of victory and a sign of everything that the Jingaroes believed in and were fighting for.
This land they are standing upon, where they feed and breed, are worth more than their live. they were more than glad to serve it.
As the day turn to night, noisy routines turns to a quite night.
In a middle of Kuchalkive, Yu, Kai, Bala sat around burning logs and leaves, reporting on the day's happening to the King.
"The mens are becoming soldiers, and the womens are becoming mens!" expressed Bala. It has been a long day for him.
Many long days. . . Many more ahead. . .
He have gone to exile, to a land faraway where beasts and creatures of the night roam freely, even in the day. No man have ever return from the land without having to lose their minds.
There was no exceptions. Countless Sorcerers and Wizards have gone to the land of no return in hopes of acquiring magics and skill that no ordinary man could possess. What they possess though after, was insanity.
Back in a little town of Kuchalkive, defensive measures were taken to prevent an attack by the Dark Bomoh. The town of Kuchalkive stood at the edge of the fine kingdom of Egnaro. For you see, in order for the Dark Bomoh to penetrate through, it has to get pass Kuchalkive. Kuchalkive served as the 1st line of offence, and defence against the Evil forces.
I was there personally, to make sure the swords are sharp, and the shields are tough. I as the King of Egnaro, have to make sure that the line that we have set upon are ready to face any situation, be it flying pigs or farting cows. There was no room for error. WE HAVE TO BE READY.
As the ever shining sun shone right above us one day, Bala was having a rough time having to train the peasants in armed combat. For many, it has been the 1st time they have wield, or even see a sword and shield. Bala understood, that its up to him if these peasants ever want to see and live another daylight without have to fear the Dark One and his army.
Very few were selected by J2 to master the techniques of the Bow and Arrow. For in order to be one with the Bow, one must have a surging amount of mana, ready to explode and burst at will. One must be special. J2 specialises in seeing things no other man can see. He is able to sense and feel the power others possess. He sees the energy, like how others see the crushing waves of the ocean. The training of the Archery is done by his twin brother. With such accuracy and technique, one wonders if he was in fact, the reincarnation of the mythical legend Legolas. J4 laughed, everytime people hinted.
The swords and shields, and the bow and arrow, were made by the imperial blacksmith himself. Every sword, and every shield, and every bow, and every arrow were carefully made and labelled with the royal symbol. It was a sign of honour, a sign of victory and a sign of everything that the Jingaroes believed in and were fighting for.
This land they are standing upon, where they feed and breed, are worth more than their live. they were more than glad to serve it.
As the day turn to night, noisy routines turns to a quite night.
In a middle of Kuchalkive, Yu, Kai, Bala sat around burning logs and leaves, reporting on the day's happening to the King.
"The mens are becoming soldiers, and the womens are becoming mens!" expressed Bala. It has been a long day for him.
Many long days. . . Many more ahead. . .
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Heartless but True
There I stood from a distance, witnessing the whole event. Balajinga, in his ridiculous armour, lighting dry wood with an incantation. Thereafter he dropped them into the Forbidden Well, thinking that it was the entrance of my hideout. How I wished I could rip his heart out.
I managed to evacuate the innocents before doom met them; not the huge fire, no. Balajinga had awoken the dead by desecrating the Forbidden Well. The Forbidden Well was a monument of tragedy. It was where my dead loyal subjects were tortured to death; their hearts were spiked and then ripped out.
As with tradition, each one of them muttered the oath of injustice. They had to strengthen the ancient magic, which was still not in action. Within this land, no matter the ruler, an ancient piece of magic is set within. It acts as a talisman against corrupt kings.
But it had been tampered with by Jingaharris. It is there. I can feel it. But something of equal strength is suppressing its enchantments. The awakening of the dead is the first sign. Now they feign death, lying within the castle of Jingaharris. May he rest in pieces when they do to him what he did to me. They say I have no heart. Of course I don't. I too was subjected to the same torture at Forbidden Well.
It is time I call the old crowd. I will pay my cousin, Mandy Ginga, a visit at the old asylum. I need to regain my old powers. She will be able to summon the Oracle. The time is ripe to ease my people's suffering.
- Dark Bomoh
I managed to evacuate the innocents before doom met them; not the huge fire, no. Balajinga had awoken the dead by desecrating the Forbidden Well. The Forbidden Well was a monument of tragedy. It was where my dead loyal subjects were tortured to death; their hearts were spiked and then ripped out.
As with tradition, each one of them muttered the oath of injustice. They had to strengthen the ancient magic, which was still not in action. Within this land, no matter the ruler, an ancient piece of magic is set within. It acts as a talisman against corrupt kings.
But it had been tampered with by Jingaharris. It is there. I can feel it. But something of equal strength is suppressing its enchantments. The awakening of the dead is the first sign. Now they feign death, lying within the castle of Jingaharris. May he rest in pieces when they do to him what he did to me. They say I have no heart. Of course I don't. I too was subjected to the same torture at Forbidden Well.
It is time I call the old crowd. I will pay my cousin, Mandy Ginga, a visit at the old asylum. I need to regain my old powers. She will be able to summon the Oracle. The time is ripe to ease my people's suffering.
- Dark Bomoh
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