Gods Gone Wild

The Crush of Good
Even the Light casts a shadow

I sleep.

And I dream. I see darkness, with flares of red. Streaming endlessly in a void.

Around me, I see a wall of Light fluctuating against the darkness.

Sometimes it forces out, then it is forced in. It seems to be closing in tighter around me.

Off in the distance, I can see another bubble. And another. And another. Tiny little islands of beings like me.

I roar. It is not a sound, it is simply a tearing, ripping emotion, slamming against the darkness. It seems to pulse out from me, and my own wall of Light pushes out a bit.

Then each of the others seem to hear me. Each of their bubbles grow slightly.

The echoing snarl of something dark comes, and we scream in unison in defiance.

And our bubbles are forced back to where they were.

I woke in a cold sweat.

The darkness comes.

I will continue to scream in defiance. Perhaps it is time to ask the souls unused for another soulspark. It could assist me, at least.

I will continue my defiance. The darkness must not be allowed to push in on us. We are hope. We are Light.

~Ryan

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Necros Arcanum

I did something today, something so very stupid, and yet, powerful. I tapped into the passing of a truly pure spirit, and made something that was then just beyond my skills. But no longer. Through the experience, I learned many things. Pain and light, freedom and bindings, creation and dispersal.

The insight came at a price. I opened myself to what I truly did not comprehend, and I was lost for a time. The memories between events come and go. I fear that I may not fully control my actions if I were to repeat my previous folly. But the exhilaration, honey sweet, I felt behind my eyes, these eyes that have seen wonders surpassing words and thought.

Noname’s follower was returned to the flesh, but his eyes, I saw in them knowledge, changed by sights outside this realm. I must speak with him on these trials. He may provide enlightenment I would not normally be privy to.

The luminescent imbecile continues to grate on my every nerve. He refuses to see even the simplest of reason, and any attempt to educate him is only met with a blank stare befitting a sponge. Although, I must admit, verbalizing his faults does ease my increasingly riotous mind.

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Understanding the One

I was so cold, so very cold. I felt the light fading away from me. I was lost.

Moments before my demise I remember seeing the woman, chained, restrained. I could see her pain, and see her flesh crawling with torment. Born into servitude, forced into free thought, and then ultimately rebellion. She never lead the life she wanted, always for someone else. Always following some higher power, until it finally turned on her. The five colors of death blended with her skin. I had to save her, to free her, he spoke to me. Made me realize the path that must be taken, this was my test.

And I failed. The beast drew breath, and the five colors descended upon me. I resisted it, I tried to fight the cold chill of death. It was not meaningless, no – she vanished. The moment it’s attention was upon me, she cloaked herself somehow. I hoped it was enough. I died.

I was drifting, floating through the air, being pulled somewhere. I saw a being of such beautiful light. He held me fast, then I saw it. I cannot truly describe it, a mass of abominable devices, tortured souls of both man and god alike. It’s black-yellow gaze fell upon me, and I knew fear. I knew terror. I knew truth. I began to see as it sees, my gaze trapped in that sickening green-yellow eye. Then he stopped it. Stood between us. I heard the lash of the tentacles raping the back of the luminescent being. I saw the tears form, and then my name. I wanted to run to my voice, but I wanted to help the Light. He forbade me, and beg me go. So I did. I ran away, again.

I awoke to a circle of familiar friends. Comrades. Fools. Masters. Charlatans. and her. Perhaps I didn’t fail after all. I will not risk it again. I will become stronger, and follow the path of the Light.

Always in your Light,
Bucky Bruwshamier

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The Crush of Good
Even the Light casts a shadow

Day by day I suffer. Even my most basic, self-preserving actions are mocked.

That damned necromancer. If I did not constantly see evidence to the contrary…

No matter.

A dragon.. thing.. was freed from torment. Some good has been done. Something has been denied a force of good. I do not write this with distaste… I do not know what she is, nor do I care. She was not evil, and she was being tortured. I needed no more to know how to act. Fortunately, both of the Priests, that of the Unknown and the Traveller, charged with me. It is good to know others do not have fear. The blind one did his part as well, keeping the guardians busy, as did the necromancer…

It galls me to say it every time, but no matter what I think of his abilities, he does use them for good. I can not interfere. I serve good in all ways, no matter the means. No matter the law. No matter chaos.

As long as he does good, I can not harm him.

Bucky fell, but fortunately the other priest was able to bring him back. I am glad of that. He is valuable, honest, and true to good as best I can tell. I blacked out in the battle as well… So much… Even my incarnium-infused soul can not withstand a beating like that. I must find better ways to avoid damage. I may have to give up mobility to aquire a better way to dodge such attacks. Perhaps I will have to split the Chakra… It may be worth it. I must consider this. Of course, even if I wish it, when one taps the souls of others… I may not get what I wish.

The damned Dracolich… I never want to speak to him again. Perhaps I am serving his needs, but I am doing what I wish to. I am destroying Evil. I do not need his lectures again. I will overload my mind again if he tries to speak to me at length again, if I am still so incapable of assaulting him. The damned beast radiates evil on a level I can not fathom.

I suppose I must continue with my original goal. These Knights must be expelled from this world. Or, used to destroy a greater evil. I am not particularly opposed to it, even if I know I must eventually return to them.

One way or another…

~Ryan
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The Crush of Good
Even the Light casts a shadow

I have a purpose. It is simple. Violent. And needed.

I can not eliminate all evil in this world. I have found a simple, direct, and realistic goal.

I will eliminate these Knights from this world.

These Takeesis, they will be sent home, willingly or not.

I can not eliminate evil from this world. It can not be done completely, no matter how much I rail against it.

But this, I can do. This is in the realm of feasibility. This is something I can use to forge my resolve, to know I am working toward something, and to know that I have a single good act I can do.

I did not need the Gnome to tell me much of what he did, and true or not, I already knew one simple fact.

These Knights are an evil from a world not ours. My planar studies have taught me that much.

They will go home. Or die for being here. This is an evil I can fight. Therefore, I will.

May the Celestial planes grant me strength. I will likely have to take more drastic measures to survive.

But no matter.

I grow weary.

~Ryan

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Understanding the One

I feel like we’ve made progress. I took the time to look within myself and seek guidance from the One. I know that what we do, we do for the right reasons, even if we are not always doing the proper thing in the present. My newer companions, while rash and perhaps a bit too afflicted with the fervor of justice, have proven themselves. For now, we rest. We are continuing our long journey south, to find this one rare herb. Perhaps in finding the ones growing this medical malady, we can put a stop to the poisons spreading in the Kelendrek area.

One thing bothers me, I think. We met with some ‘old friends’ from before I knew my mentor. While many of the companions seem to be fine with talking to the gnome and half-elf bards, I think they’re up to something. They tell not all the truth. I don’t know, it’s an inkling and I do not fully understand it. Maybe I simply am un-trusting of the non-humans still? I need to rid myself of such prejudices if I do indeed show them.

I will not embarrass my mentor, nor the One whom we follow in such a dark place. May the One watch over us, may we find peace in the end, and may all know the blessings of his Truth.

Always in your Light,
Bucky Bruwshamier

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A Single Ray of Sunlight Remains

I wasn't there to bury my late husband.  He had much more time left.  Even for a human, he could have been a wonderful father and husband to us both.  Later, I had to bury my late wife. I shouldn't have to bury a wife of elven heritage.  My time should be over.

So much is broken now.  I don't understand this change in the flow of my life force.  No one really does… except the Creature of the Sky… The one that turned the world of the Gods upside down.  And perhaps the one still listening.

For so long, the prayers of my family and old friends, before the day I first left Elendril to rescue Miranda, we prayed to the Sun and the powers and protection she had offered.  Warmth, love, fire, light…. life.  It gives us our life.  It still watches over mine.

Even seeing the embodiment of "faith" thrashed by that Creature of the Sky, The Sun still remained so not all is lost.  Whomever is still there and listening, I thank you and I will do my damnest not to fail you or those still remaining.

The Beast of Bones tells me the others are still alive… After all this time, I know the others bear the same curse.  Our time isn't over.  We still have more like to do.

What is broken will become whole as long as I'm still alive.

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Dark times

Sometimes I feel I am blessed to be born to this land, to be able to readily and easily find evil that must be destroyed.

And others, it seems my gifts are nothing but a vicious curse by some dark God, meant to put me against what is impossible. The land practically bleeds evil, being after being radiating it. If nothing else, at least it gives me some measure of safety, the gift to simply gaze, but it twists my stomach.

It twists it even more when I am forced to let it live. To speak to the most vile things, such as that knight. I do not know. Perhaps this land can be cleansed. I often doubt it, but it does not matter. I will burn what cancer I can from from this land.

My companions at least… Seem genuine in their attempts to end some of this suffering. I am still wary. I do not know their motivations, nor do I know how driven they are. And they employ such… methods. Necromancy… Yet the Necromancer does not worry me nearly as much as the priest… Not the quiet one following the blind, but the one… I do not know. I walked away from that room rather than see. Perhaps it was weak, and perhaps I should have stopped him, or at least seen what would be wrought by it.

At least I know I can trust my soulspark to watch my back, if no one else… I simply hope its glowing life is not snuffed. It deserves to have its essence returned to the ocean of souls in much… gentler ways.

I grow weary.

~Ryan

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Understanding the One

I have spent only a few days with these people, and already, I struggle to understand the compassion of my guide. Certainly, the fellow pious one would feel like I, only, he… The horror he committed is too terrible to write here. I know that they were doomed, their minds destroyed, but I still cannot help but feel their pains. I watched, as all I could do. As the final light drained from their spirits, I committed their souls to the One above. May in final rest they find everlasting peace and tranquility. We continued, and for all the suffering we caused, I know that we have prevented far worse. I am not sure I agree with the method of destroying the darkness we found, but it will suffice.

We stayed the night at the farmer’s home, though he was not there, I felt welcomed in his home. The night was peace-filled, and I dreamed of a future without the dark atrocities we faced now. The One put me at ease for the next day’s journey, and I do not know what to think after this afternoon’s error.

We followed a trail, guided by a new one, to a place with soldiers. We approached, and they fired upon us as we came too close with no hailing. I can fault neither our comrades nor those of the guardsmen. We were attacked, and we defended ourselves. We knocked them out, but then I felt we continued in error. By now, the towns-people began to flee to their homes. I thought to speak up, but I fell quiet. My voice failed me. My guide, Nonamé, he approached a woman adorned as a knight, she bore on her chest a symbol of a flower, I think one of our companions called it a Takeesis, for she was a Knight of that Order, though I know not of them. He began to talk to her when our, forgive my presumption, Angelic companion assaulted the woman. He claimed her to be truly vile evil, but I know not how he came to this conclusion. I trust his assessment at first, but when I saw they cry out for hold our deathblow, they withdrew from combat, all but the one adorned in a robe and vine crest, it seemed very knightly. Even the robed one ceased, after a word of scorn from his comrade.

I must record this, three orders they hold; this “Takeesis” Flower which appears to be the highest echelon of the order; formidable knights. I will call them the Vine Priest, which seem to be the religious and magical arm of this order. Finally, the Soldiers of the Skull, for their armor bore that symbol most prominently. They seem to be those of lesser combat prowess, but still trained, all the same.

Always in your Light,
Bucky Bruwshamier

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Necros Arcanum

What would you say the first thing you do when you see an Elder God, capital E capital G, rip its way into your world, pulling divine beings of what you once believed to be unmatched might? Open your third eye and witness mind destroying sights? Maybe not a normal person. But, I have not been normal since I was a child.

I was born in the fishing village along the Garnala Straight surrounding Farscliff Mage Academy. From the moment I could walk, I was train to gut fish, which grew into a hobby of analyzing anatomy for defects. Recognizing my mind would always surpass my body in strength, spoke with the academy headmaster, and got me a scholarship in trade for a constant supply of his favorite bivalve mollusk.

When asked, “What is the most important organ?”, most of my peers would say the brain, power of mind and magic and all that. men who live by the sword and shield would most likely go with the heart, muscle and blood. I say the stomach. Armies march on them, hearts can be won with them, and all the brains in this plane will not function without food.

To be continued.

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