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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 12, 2008 17:55:21 GMT -5
I bought a journal to keep my thoughts in today. I will add more later. Surprisingly, I do not have many thoughts to share at that moment.
-Grom
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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 13, 2008 18:08:39 GMT -5
Yesterday, I had given Dagura a sacrifice. A deer. He returned it with three giant Wolves to battle. I fiercely fought them, and gave them to Dagura as a sacrifice. He was most pleased.
Today, I have encountered something strange. I have given Dagura a sacrifice, but he has given me a strange dream in return. The dream was with some strange creatures that attacked in hordes, a cackling youngling human that plays with his prey, a giant devil female, and a tale that seems written from a story book.
3 Demons look to regain their position, and slay their strongest brother. I understand this much. One of them seeks to free the other, so that they may both free the stronger of the two. The one of fire, the one that I fear the most, then they seek to rebirth the strongest then slay him and take their place at the side of a great Devil Lord.
This great Devil Lord seeks to take the throne of the old Devil King, though the Devil King in question is much too strong. Much like the old Bear holds onto his power until late in his age, the young Bear will not topple him until it wanes. Which it seems it has not.
We are threatened with a Ragnarok of Roscan legend. The tribe would have been unhappy to learn this. I still do not know why Dagura has called me here, the calling was very strong, perhaps I will learn the reason through these dreams. I must remember the words of Haurg the Dream Weaver to surivive.
It also seems my fate is intertwined with three that I met while eating yesterday eve. I will learn more about these three, as much as I can. A woman in blue that said she plays with fire, a long darkhaired man that carries blades, and a man that seems to carry no weapons other than his own body.
I must not fear fire. I must not fail again.
- Grom
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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 14, 2008 7:41:03 GMT -5
OOC: *Journal Name Change*
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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 14, 2008 7:42:26 GMT -5
On this day, I have elected to stay from the depths of civilization. The humans do not need my attention, and I do not need their's. I am on a hunt for a worthy tribute to Dagura, I must find a worthy foe in the forests once more. Perhaps I will find another of the Great Wolves. I will focus on the Dreamscape, and the Sister in time. For now, Dagura requires my attentions.
I will also look for proper supplies. The Redskull clan will rise again.
- Grom
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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 15, 2008 20:37:27 GMT -5
Civilization's call has not been this strong on me in some time. I have done an excellent job of ignoring it for the time being. Dagura's call is that much stronger to me, I can not ignore the need to feed the tributes of our life to the Great God. Blood will not quell him, nor will a simple death, I need a worthy conflict to draw the Great God's tribute.
I have travelled through the winter forest of Bifrost searching for the trail of the creature that I had the dream about. The Great Bear of Bifrost calls me. The trail was clear when I started to follow it, the large paws of the creature clearly visible. There is carnage in the forest from the path that I have founded. This much has made the path of the Great Bear clear.
This will be a great hunt. My final days may be near, but the hunt will be glorious no matter the result. For Dagura, I may die, for Dagura I would give my life.
The Redskull clan will rise again.
- Grom
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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 17, 2008 2:52:29 GMT -5
Time is my ally in this pursuit. The bear grows weary, though it's body can sustain great pace when it is moving. It stays still for several hours, then continues on it's way. I have tracked it for the past 2 sunsets now. My body grows tired, yet I continue on my hunt for the Great Bear.
The fight is coming soon, I know it will be glorious. Truly Dagura has provided with me with such worth, and this test will be more than worthy of the Great God Dagura once I have defeated the creature soundly. If I win.
This question has haunted me over the past two sunsets, while I track the creature the thoughts of a defeat cannot help but run through my mind. I trek on however, it is necessary for me, Dagura must be pleased with my efforts or I cannot continue on in my quest to revive my clan, nor strengthen Dagura's influence and power.
The question still haunts me yet. My life is but a small thing in the grand scheme of life, but if I am to have an impact upon it, to change the flow and ebb of time; I must become strong. This grand test from the Great God Dagura. this is my time of strengthening.
As I wrote this, I was attacked by a pack of Wolves. I quickly dispatched of them as my daily offering to Dagura. He was most pleased, and blessed me with the energy to continue on for the day. I will travel through the night, and catch up to the Bear in the morning.
The hour approaches...
- Grom
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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 18, 2008 18:05:47 GMT -5
I awoke sometime after my conflict with the Great Bear. My body was bloodied, torn, and my face shredded once more. The bear's body lay next to me in a bloodier heap, a large hole the side of it's head - a tree lay felled next to it. I tried to recall the details of the battle, only to remember that they were gory.
I had tracked the bear down to it's resting spot, where as I suspected, it had eaten several smaller creatures which lay littered about it. It was near Midnight when the stars are the highest. My eyes watched the creature sleep, as I prepared my method of attack.
I leapt into action, and quickly leapt onto the beast's back. I dug knives into the creatures back, the knives were hooked together by a chain. I made sure I had dug them deeply into the flesh of the monster. The bear awoke with an angry and monstrous roar, as I rushed in to hold onto the creature's newly planted reins.
The next few moments were a blur as my new stead rushed through the forest ripping apart every little bush and tree it could find. The beast's roars of pain and suprise had everything in the forest fleeing from the scene of this. Dagura was on my side today, not the creature.
Using a handaxe in from my side belt I continued upwards on the creatures back, using the chains I had planted as a base for my movements. I dug the axe into it's back, and pulled it to and fro as I scurried onto the back of the neck. The powerful muscles of the creature contracted in anger as it bucked forward to throw me off. I held on just barely, but as I gripped for the creature I felt myself losing my grip.
The beast's movements were too great. It was then that I saw my only opportunity fading from my eyes. I drew my hammer as the beast rounded a tree and swung into the creature's skull with all my might. I felt the blow break the bone in the beast's head, slamming it against the tree to the side. The beast toppled over, but I had no grip and I did too fly forward.
The creature was still breathing when I awoke, it's monstrous claw hovering inches from my face. I scrambled only to be swatted to the side. I lost consciousness due to the intensity of the hit, and awoke to find the beast laying inches from me ... dead.
After I had recovered my senses, I roasted the beast - stripped it of it's pelt, and hung it to the sun for Dagura to see as the Dawn came. I was blessed, and honored by Dagura once more. What I had been blessed with, I was not sure, but I only knew that Dagura favored me. I took the pelt, and headed towards the city of Bifrost.
It was on my return that I discovered a temple. A temple to a Dark God, one that I cannot speak the name of for my tongue will not pronounce it. I am curious to see what this temple signifies, but it is not my place to explore it .. yet. Dagura has not willed it so.
I write this as I sit on the outskirts of the Bifrost colony. Civilization has called me back to it, it has a brutal hunger for me. Will the scenes that have been played back in my mind of the bear fade in time with the things that will occur here, or will time wait for me?
If Dagura may bless my movements and battles, then the Redskull Clan will rise again...
- Grom
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Post by blizzardveers on Apr 20, 2008 20:05:24 GMT -5
Yesteday was an eventful evening. As was this evening.
I was merely looking for fish, as I leapt into the River Hrurin. I appeared in a fountain, amidst several I have encountered before and one that served me food at the bistro. This was a confusing time for me. There was a massive monster, the Tarrasque of Legend, whom the Bistro Butcher wished me to encounter despite the reprecussions of such a fight.
I fear fire no longer, at least I do not think I do. I am unsure. I do not fear anything that can lay it's hands upon me any longer, however.
Great rats that shot fire from me were slain by my hand, I placed them into a bag for later sacrifice. I helped to get a giant Red Dragon slain, fled from a monstrous flaming creature, fought Moonwalkers, fought a Soultaker, and then fled from another skinless dragon. I fled from many creatures that could gouge my eyes, and eat my skull as if it were nothing that day.
I helped to slay an encampment of Lizard Warriors, though Dagura saved me. When we entered the swamp, Dagura saved me once more, taking me from the battle. I do not know why, but I know that perhaps I would have died there a gruesome death.
The situation was confusing to me, though a creature known as "Allison" was the cause of this. A small youngling with some strange power. I was not at my mental best in the situation, due to strange conditions in the environment. I made what I could work for me, however.
This day, I stumbled upon a portal while looking for a daily sacrifice to Dagura. I stepped through only to encounter a party of Orcs. The Orcs were battling a creature known as the 'Tutan' which came to my mind as a 'Titan' until I saw it. The creature was massive and shot electricity from every pore of it's body, and spawned creatures smaller than itself with massive amounts of power from it's very body. The beast was great. It would have been a worthy death had I died from the experience.
The journey back into the lands that they call Bifrost was a strange one. Spiders. Giants. And Kral Brigson..
The journey back was interesting. The entire trip was .. interesting.
Now I must work on reviving the clan, though I had an opportunity to do so before. It failed miserably with the death of the entire Orc tribe that was there. It was a harrowing experience.. I was saddened by their deaths though I barely knew them.
Dagura blesses me, but not others.. though, I know the Redskull Clan will rise again.
- Grom
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