I was caught of guard
By a little note
A message I never would have expected
Surprised I realize
I was the only one
Who didn't see it coming
28.2.11
24.2.11
You got mail
Yay! I got my new dice and dice bag! :3
First I have to admit that I was shocked... I had been expecting 10 clear white dice and a bag that barely could hold all the dice ( I have a base set of dice from earlier) and got a HUGE bag, 2 clear green dice, 2 clear purple/pinkish dice, 2 clear purple/darkbluish dice, 2 clear smoky dice and 2 clear white dice... After being mad for a few seconds because I didn't get the right dice I realized that they acctually were kinda nice...
So life is full of surprises!
First I have to admit that I was shocked... I had been expecting 10 clear white dice and a bag that barely could hold all the dice ( I have a base set of dice from earlier) and got a HUGE bag, 2 clear green dice, 2 clear purple/pinkish dice, 2 clear purple/darkbluish dice, 2 clear smoky dice and 2 clear white dice... After being mad for a few seconds because I didn't get the right dice I realized that they acctually were kinda nice...
22.2.11
New roleplaying campaign thingy...
Well, I've been working with a new type of roleplaying game/campaign called Amnesia. Now I'm finally done and I will be GMing it on Saturday...
The gist of the campaign is that the players wake up in a blood drenched room and all memories from before they fainted are gone... And I really mean EVERY memory before that! The characters wouldn't even recognize their own image in a mirror... So the point with the game is of course to get their memories back and get (when a few things have happened) the hell out of there!I can't tell more than that about it yet, because I want to keep most of the info top secret until debrief...
But after that I'll probably post my whole devious plan here! >:)
My only worry about it at the moment is that I'm worried about getting more players... I have three already, but I'd like at least three more... Well if no one turns up before Saturday I'll have to poke some people with teasers! <3
The gist of the campaign is that the players wake up in a blood drenched room and all memories from before they fainted are gone... And I really mean EVERY memory before that! The characters wouldn't even recognize their own image in a mirror... So the point with the game is of course to get their memories back and get (when a few things have happened) the hell out of there!I can't tell more than that about it yet, because I want to keep most of the info top secret until debrief...
But after that I'll probably post my whole devious plan here! >:)
My only worry about it at the moment is that I'm worried about getting more players... I have three already, but I'd like at least three more... Well if no one turns up before Saturday I'll have to poke some people with teasers! <3
21.2.11
Everyone or no one?
Everyone is in one place
But no one's there with me
Everyone can hear me
But no one's is really listening
Everyone can see me
But no one will notice if I change or stay the same
But no one's there with me
Everyone can hear me
But no one's is really listening
Everyone can see me
But no one will notice if I change or stay the same
Three simple words
I would walk a thousand miles for you
I would cry out my soul
My tears would turn into blood for you
But could you even then look me in the eyes and say:
I
Love
You
I would cry out my soul
My tears would turn into blood for you
But could you even then look me in the eyes and say:
I
Love
You
Truth hides inside
Though you can see me smile and hear my laughter
You will never know how my soul crys inside it's barriers
You will never know how my soul crys inside it's barriers
Life's a lonely road
I see those people everyday
The way they look at eachother, smile and whisper in eachothers ears
Like they'll be like that forever
Like they're soulmates
Those looks make me feel sick
But still everytime I see people like that
I wish someone would hold me thight, whisper in my ear, smile at me like that
But deep inside I'm afraid
Afraid that no one will ever feel like that about me
Everyone says that "Just wait, he will come"
But
What if there isn't anyone?
What if he'll never come?
The way they look at eachother, smile and whisper in eachothers ears
Like they'll be like that forever
Like they're soulmates
Those looks make me feel sick
But still everytime I see people like that
I wish someone would hold me thight, whisper in my ear, smile at me like that
But deep inside I'm afraid
Afraid that no one will ever feel like that about me
Everyone says that "Just wait, he will come"
But
What if there isn't anyone?
What if he'll never come?
Surrounded by fireflies
Walking through the door to the outside world
I see the circle of fireflies and you standing in the center
I stand behind a tree, hiding from you glance
I see you standing there laughing, enjoing the stary night
I giggle to myself and when I look back again
I see you looking at me a bit confused
Then you smile at me and walk over to me
You look me in the eyes
But you say nothing at all
I forget about the fireflies
I forget about the stary sky
I can only see you looking into my eyes
I feel your lips against mine
Surrounded by fireflies
Under the stary night sky
I wish upon a star
That this night would be more than a dream
That this night would last forever
I see the circle of fireflies and you standing in the center
I stand behind a tree, hiding from you glance
I see you standing there laughing, enjoing the stary night
I giggle to myself and when I look back again
I see you looking at me a bit confused
Then you smile at me and walk over to me
You look me in the eyes
But you say nothing at all
I forget about the fireflies
I forget about the stary sky
I can only see you looking into my eyes
I feel your lips against mine
Surrounded by fireflies
Under the stary night sky
I wish upon a star
That this night would be more than a dream
That this night would last forever
Siral Moonwhisper
The elf girl had been walking for hours, but still she hadn't found her parents.
- Mum, Dad where are you? She shouted again and again.
She had been told to run home after some extra blankets while her parents waited for her a bit further in the forest, but now they were nowhere to be found. They couldn't be much further away, could they?
The sun had almost disappeared behind the horizon when the girl gave up her search. She sat down on a fallen tree trunk and started to cry. Where could they be?
As she sat there she started to hear some rustling behind some bushes.
- Dad is it you? The girl asked with a hint of hope in her voice.
The rustling in the bush stopped, but it definitely wasn't the girl's father who came out of it.
The bear made a huge leap towards the petrified girl, but in the last second she felt how someone pushed her aside. She hit the ground hard, but that was nothing compared to the ferocious attack by the bear.
When the girl dared to look up at her savior the bear already laid dead on the ground with its heart and skull pierced by arrows.
The man that looked down on the girl was tall, dark and an aura of mysteries seemed to surround him.
- A young girl like you shouldn't be travelling alone, the man said calmly and helped her up. It's dangerous.
- I know, the girl said silently. But I can't find my parents and thought that…
The man looked at the girl with a hint of sadness. He had seen the girl's parents being attacked by some thugs. He had just moved on in the shadows without interfering. It hadn't been just an ordinary theft obviously.
- Have you seen my parents? The girl asked the man.
- No, the man answered coldly. I'll escort you back to your village.
- But I need to find my parents!
- You won't find them here. You'll get killed before that.
The girl looked at the man in disbelief. How could he know? What kind of hero wouldn't help a maiden in trouble?
- Let's go, the man said. What village are you from?
- Humans call the village Oakcrest. But I don't want to go back there.
The girl just turned on her heels and started to walk deeper into the woods. Why would she want to go back? Everyone treated her as a monster already. If they found out that her parents were missing they'd probably blame her for that too. She had always been bullied, but recently it had gotten worse. The other kids had started to call her all sorts of things and even tried to put curses on her or tried to shoot her. That's why her family had decided to seek out someone who could try and something about her.
- You can't go into the forest by yourself you know, the man said and blocked the girls way. You'll get killed.
- Like anyone would care, the girl said and she sounded like she was just about to cry. I'm just a monster.
- What do you mean? The man said surprised.
- Just look at me, the girl screamed and then the man finally noticed.
Elves usually have brown or green eyes, but this girl had cold, clear blue ones. It felt like they could pierce your soul with just a mere glance.
- I see, the man said. But why does that make you a monster?
- Because all kinds of bad things started to happen after I was born, the girl said with a sob. People got sick and died. Plants died and the hunters couldn't find any pray. Our whole village started to fade away. It also had happened earlier when other children with this kind of eyes were born. It has become a curse in my family.
The girl sat down under a tree and couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She whimpered something about being more useful dead between her sobs. Eventually she fell asleep, since the night had already crept upon this odd couple. The man put his mantle around the girl so she wouldn't get cold and laid down close by and also fell into a deep sleep.
I fell straight on my butt as I was hit by Zanian's wooden sword. He said that I'd just hurt myself with a real one so we had to use them for practice. My sword was laying a few feet away behind Zanian who stood with his sword pointed at my throat.
- Don't let your guard down or you'll get your intestines ripped out, he said and pulled me up from the ground. It's not a pretty sight and you might still need them.
I just nodded and went to pick up my sword. I knew that, but at least I had improved over these last weeks. Any words of praise? Not even close, not that bad anymore was the closest one yet.
- You know if you just sometime could say something, I said but my sentence was interrupted by Zanian's sudden attack from behind.
To my luck he missed and I was able to recover fast. I made a quick turn on my heels and parried his next attack. When he lifted his weapon I struck quickly and hit his stomach with my knee. I could feel the air leave his lungs and hit him with the hilt of the wooden sword in the back of his head. He fell flat on the ground and I poked his back to show that I had pierced his heart.
- Your reflexes are fine, he said, clearly out of breath. Let's rest for a bit.
I grinned at him and started to help him up. He grabbed my arm and threw me on the ground and once again pointed at my throat with his sword.
- Your enemy never wants to take a break, he said. Remember that. If he's still breathing, he's still a threat.
I sighed, stood up and brushed the dirt of my knees. Obviously I still had much to learn.
Zanian stopped in front of me and I almost ran into him. I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head. He mimed: "Be quiet". Guards probably. I nodded slightly and stayed close behind him. We didn't have the possibility to screw this up. Being a thief was dead serious business. One mistake and you could be dead or something even worse.
- Shaice, you seem a bit restless tonight, I heard someone say. Are you seeing demons in the corners of your eyes?
The one who had said this laughed heavily and I heard another person's angry mumbles.
Zanian leaped out of the shadows and crossed the corridor silently. He had passed the guards without a sound and now he waved his hand to sign that I should come too. I looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't be serious, right? I was far too inexperienced to pass guards this close without them noticing.
- Did you hear something Davkas? One of the guards said.
I froze in my place and pressed myself against the wall. Now we were goners for sure! I closed my eyes tightly as I heard steps coming towards me hoping they wouldn't notice me.
I heard the noise of metal against metal. I opened my eyes just to see that Zanian was looting the guards. He had obviously hit their heads against each other by the look of the helmets.
- Now we have to hurry, Zanian said and grabbed my wrist. They can wake up any minute.
I nodded and ran after him towards the tower. Zanian was much faster than me, so I hid myself by the stairs to keep watch. After a minute or two I heard some rushing steps. Zanian jumped into the shadows next to me and hid me and himself under his black cloak. I could hear him breathing heavily. I was just about to ask why we hid when I heard a guard start to shout out orders. By Zanians behavior I could guess that he had been spotted. He slipped a book into my bag. He then pulled me across the garden staying in the shadows until we got to the wall. He put his back against the wall and clasped his hands to help me over it.
I hesitated for a moment. How would he get out?
- Just jump already we don't have all day! He hissed as loud as he dared. You have to get the book to that wizard as fast as you can!
- But, what happens to you? I asked.
- I'll manage, just go!
I looked at him for a moment. He was really serious and he kept looking around. I put my foot on the step he made with his hand and he heaved me up so high he could. I easily landed on the wall and laid down on it to watch what he would do. He looked at me for a second and then ran towards the tower.
Why would he do that? That way he would run straight into the guards.
Then it hit me. That was his plan. He would get caught so I could escape. I couldn't let him do that.
I saw the guards coming out from a house. They immediately spotted Zanian and ran towards him. What could I do? I felt helpless. They'd arrest him and torture him to find out where he had hidden the book. I had to do something.
- Hey, you morons in metal! I shouted as I stood up on the wall. You want this pretty little book? Then come and get me!
I lifted the book over my head to make sure they'd see it. As I expected they quickly changed direction towards me and the wall. As an arrow hit the wall just inches below my feet I jumped of the wall to the street.
I wish you luck Zanian, I thought as I ran down the dark streets to get to the shady inn were we were supposed to meet the wizard. This better be worth the trouble!
When I got to the inn the man stood and waited for me outside. He threw me a pouch filled with gold coins. About two or three hundred as far as I could see by a quick glance.
I gave him the book and went to the stable where I and Zanian had left our horses. I waited for him until dawn, but he never came. I had no choice, but to leave town as long as I could.
I felt tears burning in my eyes as I passed the town gates. I prayed to Olidammara that I would someday see Zanian again.
I sat on a roof in the moonlight and watched closely the guards' movements below me.
Total number: 3. Regular rounds. Will cross my path every 15 to 20 minutes.
I grinned slyly. This was like taking candy from a child; easy and had a sweet reward.
When one of the guards had walked past me I jumped off the roof and landed silently on the grass behind some bushes and then ran to the other side of the backyard and hid in the shadows under a window. Silently I watched a guard walk past me with a yawn.
- They'll never know what hit them, I giggled to myself.
The window was no match for my master work tools, but the faint creaking noise it made when I opened it was more worrying.
- What was that? I heard someone say.
- Are you getting tired Elros? Another voice answered. I didn't hear anything at least.
- I swear that I heard something Iankul, the first one said.
- You're just imagining things old friend, the second one laughed. Now get back to your rounds.
The rhythmic pace of footsteps continued. That was a close call, almost too close.
I crept out of the shadow and jumped in trough the window. In at last I started searching for the valuables. After a minute or two I hit jackpot. About 200 gold, a few gems and a dark skull.
That should be the thing I'm looking for, I thought and hid everything in a bag. Now I only need to get out of here before anyone finds me.
I got out to the yard, but unfortunately I stepped on a dry branch as I landed. The snapping sound seemed as loud as an explosion.
- I said I wasn't imagining things, one of the guards shouted. Intruder!
No need or time to try and hide now, I thought and sprinted across the grass with the guards close behind me. I only get one shot at this so I better not miss.
I jumped at one of the lower branches of the tree close to the stone wall. Then to the next and onto the wall. I didn't get enough height in my last jump, so I had to heave myself over the edge, but I managed to get up there at least.
- Nothing personal, I yelled to the guards on the ground. This is just business.
I jumped of the wall and hit the ground much harder than I had planned. I flinched a bit as I put my weight on the foot, but I had to get away as fast as possible. I disappeared into the shadows towards one of the towns shadiest inns.
When I opened the door I first noticed the sharp smell of old wine. My client, as I had chosen to call him, was sitting by a table in the corner across the room. A few half-orcs looked up when I walked past, but otherwise no one cared about my presence.
I sat down next to my client and put my newly acquired skull on the table. The man gasped and quickly hid it in some hidden corner of his cloak.
- You idiot, he hissed angrily. If someone had seen it we'd both be dead!
- No, you'd be dead, I said calmly to the man with a smile. I'd be long gone before that you know. Now to your part of the deal.
He looked at me in despise and threw 10 gold pieces on the table.
- This is not what we agreed on, I muttered unsatisfied and glared at the man. We talked about 20 gold pieces at least.
- Take it or leave it, the man said and drank the rest of the gloomy liquid from his glass. I've also rented a room for you at the Flying Pirate, if you're interested.
I mumbled something resembling an agreement took the gold pieces of the table and left the inn.
- What does he think I am, an idiot? I said to myself as I walked towards one of the towns stables. There'd probably be dozen guards waiting. Well, I had planned to leave town anyways.
I fetched my horse and rode into the night after giving the stable boy a few silver coins to make sure he'd forget everything about me.
- Mum, Dad where are you? She shouted again and again.
She had been told to run home after some extra blankets while her parents waited for her a bit further in the forest, but now they were nowhere to be found. They couldn't be much further away, could they?
The sun had almost disappeared behind the horizon when the girl gave up her search. She sat down on a fallen tree trunk and started to cry. Where could they be?
As she sat there she started to hear some rustling behind some bushes.
- Dad is it you? The girl asked with a hint of hope in her voice.
The rustling in the bush stopped, but it definitely wasn't the girl's father who came out of it.
The bear made a huge leap towards the petrified girl, but in the last second she felt how someone pushed her aside. She hit the ground hard, but that was nothing compared to the ferocious attack by the bear.
When the girl dared to look up at her savior the bear already laid dead on the ground with its heart and skull pierced by arrows.
The man that looked down on the girl was tall, dark and an aura of mysteries seemed to surround him.
- A young girl like you shouldn't be travelling alone, the man said calmly and helped her up. It's dangerous.
- I know, the girl said silently. But I can't find my parents and thought that…
The man looked at the girl with a hint of sadness. He had seen the girl's parents being attacked by some thugs. He had just moved on in the shadows without interfering. It hadn't been just an ordinary theft obviously.
- Have you seen my parents? The girl asked the man.
- No, the man answered coldly. I'll escort you back to your village.
- But I need to find my parents!
- You won't find them here. You'll get killed before that.
The girl looked at the man in disbelief. How could he know? What kind of hero wouldn't help a maiden in trouble?
- Let's go, the man said. What village are you from?
- Humans call the village Oakcrest. But I don't want to go back there.
The girl just turned on her heels and started to walk deeper into the woods. Why would she want to go back? Everyone treated her as a monster already. If they found out that her parents were missing they'd probably blame her for that too. She had always been bullied, but recently it had gotten worse. The other kids had started to call her all sorts of things and even tried to put curses on her or tried to shoot her. That's why her family had decided to seek out someone who could try and something about her.
- You can't go into the forest by yourself you know, the man said and blocked the girls way. You'll get killed.
- Like anyone would care, the girl said and she sounded like she was just about to cry. I'm just a monster.
- What do you mean? The man said surprised.
- Just look at me, the girl screamed and then the man finally noticed.
Elves usually have brown or green eyes, but this girl had cold, clear blue ones. It felt like they could pierce your soul with just a mere glance.
- I see, the man said. But why does that make you a monster?
- Because all kinds of bad things started to happen after I was born, the girl said with a sob. People got sick and died. Plants died and the hunters couldn't find any pray. Our whole village started to fade away. It also had happened earlier when other children with this kind of eyes were born. It has become a curse in my family.
The girl sat down under a tree and couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She whimpered something about being more useful dead between her sobs. Eventually she fell asleep, since the night had already crept upon this odd couple. The man put his mantle around the girl so she wouldn't get cold and laid down close by and also fell into a deep sleep.
I fell straight on my butt as I was hit by Zanian's wooden sword. He said that I'd just hurt myself with a real one so we had to use them for practice. My sword was laying a few feet away behind Zanian who stood with his sword pointed at my throat.
- Don't let your guard down or you'll get your intestines ripped out, he said and pulled me up from the ground. It's not a pretty sight and you might still need them.
I just nodded and went to pick up my sword. I knew that, but at least I had improved over these last weeks. Any words of praise? Not even close, not that bad anymore was the closest one yet.
- You know if you just sometime could say something, I said but my sentence was interrupted by Zanian's sudden attack from behind.
To my luck he missed and I was able to recover fast. I made a quick turn on my heels and parried his next attack. When he lifted his weapon I struck quickly and hit his stomach with my knee. I could feel the air leave his lungs and hit him with the hilt of the wooden sword in the back of his head. He fell flat on the ground and I poked his back to show that I had pierced his heart.
- Your reflexes are fine, he said, clearly out of breath. Let's rest for a bit.
I grinned at him and started to help him up. He grabbed my arm and threw me on the ground and once again pointed at my throat with his sword.
- Your enemy never wants to take a break, he said. Remember that. If he's still breathing, he's still a threat.
I sighed, stood up and brushed the dirt of my knees. Obviously I still had much to learn.
Zanian stopped in front of me and I almost ran into him. I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head. He mimed: "Be quiet". Guards probably. I nodded slightly and stayed close behind him. We didn't have the possibility to screw this up. Being a thief was dead serious business. One mistake and you could be dead or something even worse.
- Shaice, you seem a bit restless tonight, I heard someone say. Are you seeing demons in the corners of your eyes?
The one who had said this laughed heavily and I heard another person's angry mumbles.
Zanian leaped out of the shadows and crossed the corridor silently. He had passed the guards without a sound and now he waved his hand to sign that I should come too. I looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't be serious, right? I was far too inexperienced to pass guards this close without them noticing.
- Did you hear something Davkas? One of the guards said.
I froze in my place and pressed myself against the wall. Now we were goners for sure! I closed my eyes tightly as I heard steps coming towards me hoping they wouldn't notice me.
I heard the noise of metal against metal. I opened my eyes just to see that Zanian was looting the guards. He had obviously hit their heads against each other by the look of the helmets.
- Now we have to hurry, Zanian said and grabbed my wrist. They can wake up any minute.
I nodded and ran after him towards the tower. Zanian was much faster than me, so I hid myself by the stairs to keep watch. After a minute or two I heard some rushing steps. Zanian jumped into the shadows next to me and hid me and himself under his black cloak. I could hear him breathing heavily. I was just about to ask why we hid when I heard a guard start to shout out orders. By Zanians behavior I could guess that he had been spotted. He slipped a book into my bag. He then pulled me across the garden staying in the shadows until we got to the wall. He put his back against the wall and clasped his hands to help me over it.
I hesitated for a moment. How would he get out?
- Just jump already we don't have all day! He hissed as loud as he dared. You have to get the book to that wizard as fast as you can!
- But, what happens to you? I asked.
- I'll manage, just go!
I looked at him for a moment. He was really serious and he kept looking around. I put my foot on the step he made with his hand and he heaved me up so high he could. I easily landed on the wall and laid down on it to watch what he would do. He looked at me for a second and then ran towards the tower.
Why would he do that? That way he would run straight into the guards.
Then it hit me. That was his plan. He would get caught so I could escape. I couldn't let him do that.
I saw the guards coming out from a house. They immediately spotted Zanian and ran towards him. What could I do? I felt helpless. They'd arrest him and torture him to find out where he had hidden the book. I had to do something.
- Hey, you morons in metal! I shouted as I stood up on the wall. You want this pretty little book? Then come and get me!
I lifted the book over my head to make sure they'd see it. As I expected they quickly changed direction towards me and the wall. As an arrow hit the wall just inches below my feet I jumped of the wall to the street.
I wish you luck Zanian, I thought as I ran down the dark streets to get to the shady inn were we were supposed to meet the wizard. This better be worth the trouble!
When I got to the inn the man stood and waited for me outside. He threw me a pouch filled with gold coins. About two or three hundred as far as I could see by a quick glance.
I gave him the book and went to the stable where I and Zanian had left our horses. I waited for him until dawn, but he never came. I had no choice, but to leave town as long as I could.
I felt tears burning in my eyes as I passed the town gates. I prayed to Olidammara that I would someday see Zanian again.
I sat on a roof in the moonlight and watched closely the guards' movements below me.
Total number: 3. Regular rounds. Will cross my path every 15 to 20 minutes.
I grinned slyly. This was like taking candy from a child; easy and had a sweet reward.
When one of the guards had walked past me I jumped off the roof and landed silently on the grass behind some bushes and then ran to the other side of the backyard and hid in the shadows under a window. Silently I watched a guard walk past me with a yawn.
- They'll never know what hit them, I giggled to myself.
The window was no match for my master work tools, but the faint creaking noise it made when I opened it was more worrying.
- What was that? I heard someone say.
- Are you getting tired Elros? Another voice answered. I didn't hear anything at least.
- I swear that I heard something Iankul, the first one said.
- You're just imagining things old friend, the second one laughed. Now get back to your rounds.
The rhythmic pace of footsteps continued. That was a close call, almost too close.
I crept out of the shadow and jumped in trough the window. In at last I started searching for the valuables. After a minute or two I hit jackpot. About 200 gold, a few gems and a dark skull.
That should be the thing I'm looking for, I thought and hid everything in a bag. Now I only need to get out of here before anyone finds me.
I got out to the yard, but unfortunately I stepped on a dry branch as I landed. The snapping sound seemed as loud as an explosion.
- I said I wasn't imagining things, one of the guards shouted. Intruder!
No need or time to try and hide now, I thought and sprinted across the grass with the guards close behind me. I only get one shot at this so I better not miss.
I jumped at one of the lower branches of the tree close to the stone wall. Then to the next and onto the wall. I didn't get enough height in my last jump, so I had to heave myself over the edge, but I managed to get up there at least.
- Nothing personal, I yelled to the guards on the ground. This is just business.
I jumped of the wall and hit the ground much harder than I had planned. I flinched a bit as I put my weight on the foot, but I had to get away as fast as possible. I disappeared into the shadows towards one of the towns shadiest inns.
When I opened the door I first noticed the sharp smell of old wine. My client, as I had chosen to call him, was sitting by a table in the corner across the room. A few half-orcs looked up when I walked past, but otherwise no one cared about my presence.
I sat down next to my client and put my newly acquired skull on the table. The man gasped and quickly hid it in some hidden corner of his cloak.
- You idiot, he hissed angrily. If someone had seen it we'd both be dead!
- No, you'd be dead, I said calmly to the man with a smile. I'd be long gone before that you know. Now to your part of the deal.
He looked at me in despise and threw 10 gold pieces on the table.
- This is not what we agreed on, I muttered unsatisfied and glared at the man. We talked about 20 gold pieces at least.
- Take it or leave it, the man said and drank the rest of the gloomy liquid from his glass. I've also rented a room for you at the Flying Pirate, if you're interested.
I mumbled something resembling an agreement took the gold pieces of the table and left the inn.
- What does he think I am, an idiot? I said to myself as I walked towards one of the towns stables. There'd probably be dozen guards waiting. Well, I had planned to leave town anyways.
I fetched my horse and rode into the night after giving the stable boy a few silver coins to make sure he'd forget everything about me.
This curse of mine
I feel how something bubbles up inside
The anger, the hurt
Seeking a crack where it could escape
The tears start to roll down my cheeks
"Stop crying! For heavens sake!"
Do they really think I want just sit there and cry?
I just want to scream and shout
Maybe even break or hit something
But I won't let that happen
I just walk into my room amd put on some music
It helps but dosen't erase my weakness
I bottle everything up, wait and hope I don't explode
This bottle I try to hide away
It isn't a blessing, it is a curse
I beg that it dosen't crack or break
Because then I might have to tell everyone how I really feel
The anger, the hurt
Seeking a crack where it could escape
The tears start to roll down my cheeks
"Stop crying! For heavens sake!"
Do they really think I want just sit there and cry?
I just want to scream and shout
Maybe even break or hit something
But I won't let that happen
I just walk into my room amd put on some music
It helps but dosen't erase my weakness
I bottle everything up, wait and hope I don't explode
This bottle I try to hide away
It isn't a blessing, it is a curse
I beg that it dosen't crack or break
Because then I might have to tell everyone how I really feel
The House
The house was dark and gloomy and its old walls had lost their colours
years ago. The windows were covered with cobweb and dust. What once had
been an inviting porch had now become a rotting death trap. The whole
house had lost its legendary pride and glory.
The garden had also once been beautiful, but was now filled with dead trees and flowers. You could also find over grown tombstones here and there, which had surely been left behind by owners who had refused to sell their lifelong home.
I walked inside. A huge staircase dominated the whole room, only outshined by the even bigger chandelier that was hanging above it. As expected everything was covered by cobweb here too and I sighed as I wished that I could have seen the house when it was clean, polished and shining with pride while servants ran around to prepare glorious balls or breathtaking dinners.
I walked into the room that most likely was the old ballroom. The walls were covered with mirrors and as far as I could see there were no windows. In the ceiling however I saw what could have been the lasting parts of an old chandelier. The floor had been very colourful in its days with a star in the middle, but as everywhere else the colours were faded to a sad greyish colour.
A chill wind brushed trough my hair. It came from the open doors that lead to a balcony that was over viewing the garden. The curtains looked like someone had ripped them to pieces.
I continue my walk through the house and arrive in the dining room. The chairs are made of ebony and the seats are covered with velvet and it looks like someone at any moment could walk in and have a meal, because on the table are silver plates and goblets. If the person wouldn't mind the dust that is.
Suddenly thunder and lightning from the outside scares me. The portrait of a nobleman with a grim look seems to be following me with his eyes. I quickly walk back to the hall with the staircase.
As I walk through the door to the hall I see a black cat disappearing up the stairs. I ignore the impulse of following it and continue towards what seems to be the kitchen door. To my disappointment it's locked. I sigh as I turn around and walk up the stairs as my curiosity about the cat takes over.
I walk through the first door on my right and find the room which must have belonged to a small child, a small girl to be precise, since the shelves are overflowing with all kinds of dolls. The room is big and airy, so finding room to play surely wasn't a problem.
Under the window is a small table with a small musical box on it. I open it and a soft, beautiful melody rings from it. After a few minutes the music stops and I close the box and as I turn around to leave the room I see the black cat sitting in the doorway. The cat looks at me for a few seconds and then disappears as quickly as it appeared.
I continue to the next room down the corridor. It's a bed chamber which belonged to the lady of the house, since the wardrobe is filled almost to the breaking point with old magnificent dresses, which, now after time has had its way, are fragile, moth-eaten and covered with cobwebs. In the room is a big mirror that's chattered in pieces. I can barely make out my looks from the bits that have like by a miracle clinging on to the wooden frame. The bed in the room is large and would surely have room for a whole family in it, but now the only one on it is the black cat.
It looks at me with its tail swinging. It doesn't want me here. I can somehow understand that, I'm a stranger to it after all. I smile at it and say that I'll leave. The cats tail stops swinging and it jumps of the bed. It stops in the doorway like it's waiting for me.
I take one last look around the room and then follow the cat to the front door. The cat sits down on the porch with what seems to be a faint smile as I walk down the few steps to the street. I turn around to take a last look at the cat, but it's gone.
I shiver as I start to make my way home.
The garden had also once been beautiful, but was now filled with dead trees and flowers. You could also find over grown tombstones here and there, which had surely been left behind by owners who had refused to sell their lifelong home.
I walked inside. A huge staircase dominated the whole room, only outshined by the even bigger chandelier that was hanging above it. As expected everything was covered by cobweb here too and I sighed as I wished that I could have seen the house when it was clean, polished and shining with pride while servants ran around to prepare glorious balls or breathtaking dinners.
I walked into the room that most likely was the old ballroom. The walls were covered with mirrors and as far as I could see there were no windows. In the ceiling however I saw what could have been the lasting parts of an old chandelier. The floor had been very colourful in its days with a star in the middle, but as everywhere else the colours were faded to a sad greyish colour.
A chill wind brushed trough my hair. It came from the open doors that lead to a balcony that was over viewing the garden. The curtains looked like someone had ripped them to pieces.
I continue my walk through the house and arrive in the dining room. The chairs are made of ebony and the seats are covered with velvet and it looks like someone at any moment could walk in and have a meal, because on the table are silver plates and goblets. If the person wouldn't mind the dust that is.
Suddenly thunder and lightning from the outside scares me. The portrait of a nobleman with a grim look seems to be following me with his eyes. I quickly walk back to the hall with the staircase.
As I walk through the door to the hall I see a black cat disappearing up the stairs. I ignore the impulse of following it and continue towards what seems to be the kitchen door. To my disappointment it's locked. I sigh as I turn around and walk up the stairs as my curiosity about the cat takes over.
I walk through the first door on my right and find the room which must have belonged to a small child, a small girl to be precise, since the shelves are overflowing with all kinds of dolls. The room is big and airy, so finding room to play surely wasn't a problem.
Under the window is a small table with a small musical box on it. I open it and a soft, beautiful melody rings from it. After a few minutes the music stops and I close the box and as I turn around to leave the room I see the black cat sitting in the doorway. The cat looks at me for a few seconds and then disappears as quickly as it appeared.
I continue to the next room down the corridor. It's a bed chamber which belonged to the lady of the house, since the wardrobe is filled almost to the breaking point with old magnificent dresses, which, now after time has had its way, are fragile, moth-eaten and covered with cobwebs. In the room is a big mirror that's chattered in pieces. I can barely make out my looks from the bits that have like by a miracle clinging on to the wooden frame. The bed in the room is large and would surely have room for a whole family in it, but now the only one on it is the black cat.
It looks at me with its tail swinging. It doesn't want me here. I can somehow understand that, I'm a stranger to it after all. I smile at it and say that I'll leave. The cats tail stops swinging and it jumps of the bed. It stops in the doorway like it's waiting for me.
I take one last look around the room and then follow the cat to the front door. The cat sits down on the porch with what seems to be a faint smile as I walk down the few steps to the street. I turn around to take a last look at the cat, but it's gone.
I shiver as I start to make my way home.
Invisible
I woke up as my phone started to play a happy melody. I turned it off,
got dressed and walked downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast.
Mum was already in the kitchen and our cat sat in her lap. I said god morning to mum, but she didn't notice. I thought that she was mad about something and didn't want talk, so I just opened the fridge door. That surely got a reaction out of her! She screamed and yelled to my dad that fridge door had opened itself.
I chuckled and told her that I had opened the door, but she seemed to ignore it as she continued with her screaming. I just shook my head and turned around to see me in the mirror. The only problem was that I didn't appear in the mirror. No frizzy morning hair, freckles or dark green eyes, just the opposite kitchen wall.
I was invisible, I thought to myself thinking this had to be dream. I pinched my arm and it definitely hurt. So this wasn't a dream. As I realized this an idea crossed my mind, maybe now that I was invisible I would have the courage.
I quietly snuck into the school building. Lessons must have started since the corridors were this empty. I looked at my schedule. My class had English now. I managed to sneak into the classroom when the teacher threw Matt out into the corridor for being too noisy. I sat down on my chair right next to Chris, my secret crush. As always I ignored what the teacher was trying to get us to understand and concentrated completely on Chris.
I picked up the piece of paper I had in my pocket. I had never had the courage to give it to him before, but now was my chance. As Chris lifted his hand to cover a yawn I placed the note on his desk. He looked a bit surprised when he noticed it, but snuck it into his pocket.
After the lesson he picked it out of his pocket and read it. A smile spread across his face. His friends asked about the note.
- It's a secret, he said.
Next day the invisibility had magically disappeared to my delight. In English class Chris passed me a note; "I know you like me. So which movie do you want to see on Friday?"
Mum was already in the kitchen and our cat sat in her lap. I said god morning to mum, but she didn't notice. I thought that she was mad about something and didn't want talk, so I just opened the fridge door. That surely got a reaction out of her! She screamed and yelled to my dad that fridge door had opened itself.
I chuckled and told her that I had opened the door, but she seemed to ignore it as she continued with her screaming. I just shook my head and turned around to see me in the mirror. The only problem was that I didn't appear in the mirror. No frizzy morning hair, freckles or dark green eyes, just the opposite kitchen wall.
I was invisible, I thought to myself thinking this had to be dream. I pinched my arm and it definitely hurt. So this wasn't a dream. As I realized this an idea crossed my mind, maybe now that I was invisible I would have the courage.
I quietly snuck into the school building. Lessons must have started since the corridors were this empty. I looked at my schedule. My class had English now. I managed to sneak into the classroom when the teacher threw Matt out into the corridor for being too noisy. I sat down on my chair right next to Chris, my secret crush. As always I ignored what the teacher was trying to get us to understand and concentrated completely on Chris.
I picked up the piece of paper I had in my pocket. I had never had the courage to give it to him before, but now was my chance. As Chris lifted his hand to cover a yawn I placed the note on his desk. He looked a bit surprised when he noticed it, but snuck it into his pocket.
After the lesson he picked it out of his pocket and read it. A smile spread across his face. His friends asked about the note.
- It's a secret, he said.
Next day the invisibility had magically disappeared to my delight. In English class Chris passed me a note; "I know you like me. So which movie do you want to see on Friday?"
The Mirror
I open the door to the chamber; there is a mirror on the other side of
the room. I walk closer to it and see my reflection in it. Or is it my
reflection?
The girl in the mirror looks happy and she's in a big crowd. A boy walks up to her, hugs her from behind and she smiles.
I turn around, but I can only see the empty room. As I look back to face the mirror I only see my own boring reflection in a big empty room.
The girl in the mirror looks happy and she's in a big crowd. A boy walks up to her, hugs her from behind and she smiles.
I turn around, but I can only see the empty room. As I look back to face the mirror I only see my own boring reflection in a big empty room.
The Train
He'll never get to the train on time. He trips on some loose stones and
scratches his knee that starts to bleed. He also drops the bracelet she
gave him.
Now he can see the bridge where the train approaches quickly.
- Stop, he yells with tears running down his cheeks, but the train can't possibly hear what he says. Don't leave me! You liar, you promised you'd never leave!
The girl in the train looks sad when she turns her attention back to the book in her hand.
Now he can see the bridge where the train approaches quickly.
- Stop, he yells with tears running down his cheeks, but the train can't possibly hear what he says. Don't leave me! You liar, you promised you'd never leave!
The girl in the train looks sad when she turns her attention back to the book in her hand.
The sun as our witness
Few glances here and there
Then lingering looks
Then smiles and laughter
Who could have known that a simple game
could turn into something so much stronger?
That everytime I think of you I smile
That everytime I felt your touch I felt so alive
That everytime my eyes met yours I had to look away,
because I knew that all too soon this would end
A mere holiday romance they say that this is
They think that it soon will be long forgotten
But they don't know that I take the whole thing seriously
This simple feeling is for me much more
Something rare
Something I don't want to forget
But it had to come to an end
That last night when you held me tight
I wished that moment would have been forever
Then lingering looks
Then smiles and laughter
Who could have known that a simple game
could turn into something so much stronger?
That everytime I think of you I smile
That everytime I felt your touch I felt so alive
That everytime my eyes met yours I had to look away,
because I knew that all too soon this would end
A mere holiday romance they say that this is
They think that it soon will be long forgotten
But they don't know that I take the whole thing seriously
This simple feeling is for me much more
Something rare
Something I don't want to forget
But it had to come to an end
That last night when you held me tight
I wished that moment would have been forever
Under the starlit sky
I was sitting on a brick wall, looking at the star-filled night sky when
he came. He sat down next to me without saying a word. I felt his gaze
hit my profile, but kept my eyes on the sky.
After a while he sighed and put his arm around me.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His handsome, blue-green eyes had found something very interesting in the night sky and I could barely keep myself from sighing happily. Having him this close to me, his arm touching my waist... This must be as close to heaven as a girl can get; for he could be no less than an angel.
He turned to look at me and I quickly looked away, blushing slightly. Then we both looked back at the sky. I think I saw a falling star.
"You know," I said calmly. "I hate you."
He looked at me clearly surprised. "What?" He was about to take his hand from my waist, but I took his hand and held it there.
When I looked at him I could see that he was confused. I giggled and said: "I hate you because I can't think of anything else. My mum's starting to loose it since I'm always spacing out.
He blinked a few times before smiling and pulling me closer. I leaned against his shoulder and then turned my gaze to the sky again.
"Then I think I hate you too." He said and gently stroked my side. It made me giggle since I was extremely ticklish.
We sat like that for a while. None of us wanting to break the silence with unnecessary words.
After a while he sighed and put his arm around me.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His handsome, blue-green eyes had found something very interesting in the night sky and I could barely keep myself from sighing happily. Having him this close to me, his arm touching my waist... This must be as close to heaven as a girl can get; for he could be no less than an angel.
He turned to look at me and I quickly looked away, blushing slightly. Then we both looked back at the sky. I think I saw a falling star.
"You know," I said calmly. "I hate you."
He looked at me clearly surprised. "What?" He was about to take his hand from my waist, but I took his hand and held it there.
When I looked at him I could see that he was confused. I giggled and said: "I hate you because I can't think of anything else. My mum's starting to loose it since I'm always spacing out.
He blinked a few times before smiling and pulling me closer. I leaned against his shoulder and then turned my gaze to the sky again.
"Then I think I hate you too." He said and gently stroked my side. It made me giggle since I was extremely ticklish.
We sat like that for a while. None of us wanting to break the silence with unnecessary words.
See me
I see you on the opposite side of the corridor with your friends
Laughing, having fun
I see you in my class
Concentrating, learning every word, every sentence
I want you to see me
See more than other people do
To see my lost and forgotten soul
And maybe
Just maybe
Help me find it too
Laughing, having fun
I see you in my class
Concentrating, learning every word, every sentence
I want you to see me
See more than other people do
To see my lost and forgotten soul
And maybe
Just maybe
Help me find it too
Never regret
All those who passed me by, some even stood by me
I have wished good luck or that they should be happy
I have done that without regret
Even though I've cried myself to sleep the night after
I have never regreted those choices, but maybe I should
Because if I would have done something differently
I wouldn't be standing here alone now
I have wished good luck or that they should be happy
I have done that without regret
Even though I've cried myself to sleep the night after
I have never regreted those choices, but maybe I should
Because if I would have done something differently
I wouldn't be standing here alone now
Feel the rhythm
I feel the world around me
Spinning, around and around
I feel my heart beat in rhythm with the worlds
The crowd pushes me around as they try to hurry
Soon I try to hurry with the others
Then you catch me in your arms
The rest of the world continues spinning
Around and around
Every heart beats in rhythm with the rest of the world
But not mine
My heart beats in rhythm with yours
Spinning, around and around
I feel my heart beat in rhythm with the worlds
The crowd pushes me around as they try to hurry
Soon I try to hurry with the others
Then you catch me in your arms
The rest of the world continues spinning
Around and around
Every heart beats in rhythm with the rest of the world
But not mine
My heart beats in rhythm with yours
Right or not?
Did it feel right?
Did it feel wrong?
No, not wrong
Having you close to me
Our bodies touching just a bit
When you later leaned your head against my shoulder
When you said: You're warm and comfy
I didn't know what to say
So I just smiled
I am yet to know if it felt right or just alright
But one thing is sure
I can't get you off my mind
Did it feel wrong?
No, not wrong
Having you close to me
Our bodies touching just a bit
When you later leaned your head against my shoulder
When you said: You're warm and comfy
I didn't know what to say
So I just smiled
I am yet to know if it felt right or just alright
But one thing is sure
I can't get you off my mind
Was it all just a dream?
You no longer look me in the eye
You no longer seem as warm as you were then
You no longer speek to me with the same enthusiasm
Where all those feelings just a mere illusion?
Did all those things, words and looks matter at all?
Or was it all just in my mind?
Where the things I felt for you
And the things I thought you felt for me
Only a part of my imagination?
You no longer seem as warm as you were then
You no longer speek to me with the same enthusiasm
Where all those feelings just a mere illusion?
Did all those things, words and looks matter at all?
Or was it all just in my mind?
Where the things I felt for you
And the things I thought you felt for me
Only a part of my imagination?
Take the chance
I saw you that one special shimmering night
Everyone was sparkling at their best again after many years
I think you looked at me a couple of times, but I'm not sure
I saw you standing there alone
My friends saw it too
"Here's your chance! Take it!" they said
But I missed it like all the others before
I could have changed it all that night
That one night
But I didn't
Everyone was sparkling at their best again after many years
I think you looked at me a couple of times, but I'm not sure
I saw you standing there alone
My friends saw it too
"Here's your chance! Take it!" they said
But I missed it like all the others before
I could have changed it all that night
That one night
But I didn't
I could use a wish right now
All you do is complain
Sometimes in my face
Sometimes when you think I won't hear
Everything I do is wrong
Taking the only thing that keeps me sane away
Won't make it better
It will do the opposite
I don't know if I can take it anymore then
Why can't you see all the good things I do?
Or at least pretend to like it
Or at least pretend like you try to understand
But all that seems like something from a fairytale
Right now I just sit and wait
Wait for the day when I can get away
When I finally can try my own wings
So as the lyrics say:
"I could really use a wish right now"
Sometimes in my face
Sometimes when you think I won't hear
Everything I do is wrong
Taking the only thing that keeps me sane away
Won't make it better
It will do the opposite
I don't know if I can take it anymore then
Why can't you see all the good things I do?
Or at least pretend to like it
Or at least pretend like you try to understand
But all that seems like something from a fairytale
Right now I just sit and wait
Wait for the day when I can get away
When I finally can try my own wings
So as the lyrics say:
"I could really use a wish right now"
The Ghost Queen
You never know if she is around
She might be a friend
She might be a foe
She takes care of souls that have been left behind
But some are here because of her
She tells their stories to them who want to listen
But be careful not to ask for her story
For that is one that never should be told
She might be a friend
She might be a foe
She takes care of souls that have been left behind
But some are here because of her
She tells their stories to them who want to listen
But be careful not to ask for her story
For that is one that never should be told
Golden Cage
I sit on my peg
In the golden cage
I see freedom just outside the window
But I am locked inside
Waiting for the time
When I get my chance
To spread my wings
In the golden cage
I see freedom just outside the window
But I am locked inside
Waiting for the time
When I get my chance
To spread my wings
Open for business!
Finally my blog is up and running! I might do some slight changes now and then, especially in near future, but the main look shouldn't change much... So now I'll first start posting stuff and (I'm warning you) there is alot of stuff to do... So brb! ^_~
Oh! by the way you can also find my stuff at this address: http://zeles93.deviantart.com/
Oh! by the way you can also find my stuff at this address: http://zeles93.deviantart.com/
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