Title: Garet's Story
Description: A story of love, hate, trust, and Garet
Kingra - September 23, 2006 03:14 PM (GMT)
"Ugh, what a headache..."
Garet strode the busy streets of the city, holding his head in one hand. He bought a cup of expensive yggdrasil juice, which was supposed to "cure small injuries or aching anythings," as his father had once said. And it tastes good. He gulped down the cup in a few seconds, and was satisfied when his headache went away. He muttered a sentence, that sounded like "that's better..." and moved on. Finding the gate in the crowd of people was a hassle, but at last he reached the familiar sight, not knowing what he was doing in Windurst in the first place.
Garet found a big shady tree and sat down against its comforting body. Garet has always loved the outdoors, the city was much too cramped with people. He loved peace and quiet; out in the country. Although being a multi-millionair from mermaid gold, he didn't need the luxuries the rich received. A nice farm out in Bevelle's grasslands was good enough for him. Quietly, Garet fell asleep...
When he woke up, it was about sun set. He yawned and stretched, and then out of the blue an arrow went flying across over his head and hit a fish that had jumped out of the water to catch a fly. It quickly died and floated atop the the calm stream. A hunter went to retrieve it from behind Garet. He carried a large sword that hung from his left ankle, and a large bow. A quiver of arrows were attached to his back, and he wore shouldr-length deep purplish-blue hair.
Garet blinked and stared at the dead fish. The hunter looked up at Garet as he stored the fish into a small net-like bag.
"Sorry 'bout that. I hadn't had dinner. Needed some food."
By now, Garet was enraged. He stood up, drawing his shark sword from its sheath.
"...Don't ever...EVER...kill a fish."
Surprised, the hunter dropped his net and backed away from Garet.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's wrong with you? It's just a fish."
Garet approached the hunter with an angry face.
"Too late now..."
Kingra - September 23, 2006 11:11 PM (GMT)
The hunter equipped his bow back to his right ankle. He unsheathed the sword on his left ankle, his muscles straining from its massive weight. When both hands were around the sword, the tension seemed to become less severe. The hunter smirked. Ten minutes 'til dusk...
"Ready when you are, kid."
A judge slowly walked to his destination. His armor went clink, clank every step he walked. When he was finally there, he announced the laws:
"Tonight, blue magic and knives are discouraged. Use white or green magic, and you'll most likely be rewarded."
Garet shot at the hunter like a bullet. The shark sword sliced diagonally at the hunter, only to be blocked by his humungous sword. Sparks flew when the swords clashed. The hunter lost his balance for a second, the weight of the sword pushing him back. Garet backflipped and disappeared in a yellow flash. The yellow flash moved quickly, rotating behind the hunter. The shark sword met with the hunter's side, creating a nasty gushing wound. The hunter dropped and turned around to face Garet.
"Quite that fast one, aren't you?"
Six minutes 'til dusk...
Kingra - September 25, 2006 11:57 PM (GMT)
Garetís image flickered, the yellow flash becoming a crescent of rich gold color, like a sparkling clear fountain in the sun. He was a moon, revolving around the hunter at a high of 30 miles per hour, like a ring of fiery light. With skilled swordsmanship he let his sword fall to the hunterís shoulder, then twisting it down the hunterís arm. The hunter let out a scream, resembling cacophony in the middle of a romantic melody. Blood dripped from his left arm. Two minutes Ďtil duskÖ
"So you were being serious, eh, kid?" the hunter questioned.
"No response? Good."
The hunter stuck his sword into the ground, sending a wave of electricity that traveled for three meters before it vanquished into the cool blue breeze. The charge of electricity, like a wave in the sea, crashed into Garet with great force as it passed, sending him into a shocking paralysis. His arms and legs were completely numb.
"And dusk arrives," the hunter spoke with a large moonlit grin on his face. He began glowing bright blue with ghastly power.
"You see this? I am supercharged when the moon is up. Unlucky for you...it is a full moon. I'll only need a little of my maximum power the finish you, kid."
He drew the sword from the ground. It was glowing with the same bright blue aura that enveloped the hunter. The aura was so strong, it was like blue static; it jumped around across the blade every few seconds.
"This here is called Balmung. A god-sword from my old country, much far away from here. It's a special sword. Also, one more thing..."
The wounds on his ribs and arm began a rapid healing process, cuts and blood disappearing in seconds. It was a miracle.
"I am unstoppable at night."
The hunter looked up into the sky, the moon reflecting off his eyes. Garet, who still paralyzed, was able to mumble out one last sentence.
"...W-who...are you...?" Garet spoke in a trembling voice.
"My name is Memora. Remember it."
Memora delivered the final blow. "Heh, I've found a rival I must surpass..." Garet thought in his mind as he was knocked unconcious.
Kingra - October 14, 2006 08:30 PM (GMT)
A crow landed on the window. Tanran Yokushin, the royal duke of Windurst paced about his room with his scepter tapping on the cold floor, waiting cholerically for his servant to report back with results from the necro-experiment down at the laboratory. He needed to know the results. He wanted them now. A minute later, there was a quiet bang on his door. "What took you so long?! You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!" the duke blustered, his face hot-red. The anger paled away when he saw his servant laying half-dead with a heavy bleeding wound on his arm and leg.
But before the servant could finish his mumbled sentence, he turned white and was flushed with sudden placidity. Enraged, he tossed aside his scepter. "GUARDS!" the duke barked. Aroused by the abrupt call, the irritated guards assembled into his room. But when they saw the bloodstained carcass of the servant, they knew it was a serious situation this time, while at the same time had a cadaverously bad feeling of what could happen to them next.
"Go down to the laboratory...and find out what the hell is happening down there."
"Yes sir!" the guards said in a shaky voice. They marched out in a single file line, heading towards the laboratory.
For forty minutes the duke waited, but the guards had not come back since. Something odd was going on in the castle, and he did not know what. The duke plopped into his chair to contemplate on the situation. "My servant is dead. My guards are probably dead now, too. If that's it, my scientists are also dead. Soon, I'll..." At that moment, a shadowy figure swept through the room and stood at the door. When it stepped inside, the room became charcoal black. The duke bounced out of his chair holding his hands in front of his face. He couldn't see a thing. Surrounded by nihility, he stepped forward.
All he could hear was the hoarse breathing of the thing.
"Show yourself now, coward!"
Suddenly the room was lit again. Fire shot at the duke in all directions, and he became a living flame. The duke screamed and frantically scampered around the room, unhinged into a wild frenzy. As he blindly tossed around in a weak attempt to extinguish the fire, and knocked himself out his window, and fell and fell and fell until he plunged into the deep black river.
Kingra - October 28, 2006 03:26 AM (GMT)
#40: Fear... (Ragnarok Online)
The castle exploded in a cloud of volcanic ash. Fire wildly ate at its remains, as the fallen castle was turned black. The skies beclouded with grey clouds of fury. From the ruins of the castle the atrocious black monster stood casting his arms in the wispy wind. A sphere of darkness grew over its shoulders. Caged in a elemental force, it sucked in all matter. It grew and grew until it was a fiery god in the sky. Down below the citizens scattered for the nearest exits. And to their horror, they found the gates frozen in a solid ice block. They couldn't get out. Cries of sadness stooped over Windurst, as their most honorable mages failed to defrost the dreaded ice. Trapped in a prison of death, their screams echoed through the earth, as the mighy orb smited them all with one sentence: death.
Kingra - November 18, 2006 04:12 PM (GMT)
Garet awoke with another headache. Dazed from last night's events, he drank the last of his yggdrasil juice that he stored just in case. When he recovered, he looked up and saw...the burnt ashes of the city of Windurst. Amazed and horrified at the same time, Garet had just remembered why he had wanted to visit Windurst so badly in the first place. Reggie...father! He felt dizzy again, tears streaming down his face. "No way...this can't be true..." He buried his face in his hands.
He cried until his eyes were dry. When he looked up he could only think of one person who would do such a horrible thing. "Memora..." His sadness turned to anger, as he pulled out his shark sword and threw it across the ground. "You're going down, for sure!" Garet shouted into the sky. A group of falcons with a single black wing flew by. Minutes later, it began to rain.
MZ - December 18, 2006 08:10 PM (GMT)
"... And you think you can take him down by yourself?" Reggie asked, with an almost smug smile. He took off his jacket and selflessly tossed it to his brother, nodding.
Despite the rain falling down on his battered body, Reggie Miller looked onto his hometown. His hand was being propped up by a makeshift sling from the sleeve of his shirt and the other hand was completely unsleeved with blood dripping down it.
His right ankle was busted, and as he walked near Garet, his severe limp was quite noticeable. Reggie looked at his brother, his face serious and solid. But, despite what he felt, he managed to give a smile to his brother... one last smile.
"I tried to stop him, Garet..." Reggie whispered. He collapsed to the floor and let out a slight groan. But after that, he chuckled, and placed his hand on his left shoulder, the arm that was on the sling. There was a hint of a dagger's handle visible on his shoulder, and he touched it and closed his eyes.
"... I tried..."
Kingra - December 21, 2006 11:51 PM (GMT)
Garet gasped, air entering his lungs all at a single time. He stumbled over to Reggie and reached down to pick up his twin brother. The sky continued to cry as Garet set Reggie on his back against a magnificent white tree. He sat down beside him, in honest relief, grasping the dagger in a firm grip. "This might hurt...but its got to come out." Garet pulled the dagger out of Reggie's soldier and set the bloody object by his side.
"I'm glad you're still alive, brother..."
MZ - December 22, 2006 01:27 AM (GMT)
Reggie was still unconscious.
Kingra - January 15, 2007 12:54 AM (GMT)
I shall declare this is a flashback that happened two years ago. This is to be able to roleplay with Garet in the current world, and to also develope the plot of Garet's Story.
This actually fits perfectly into Memora's back story, as two years ago after the Daramos Incident he would go by a new name - Memora. During his adventure, he ran into Garet...which is the beginning of Garet's Story.
MZ - January 21, 2007 07:43 PM (GMT)
... did you edit my post?