Stories - any contributions welcome

[Boris]

Seami froze. Down the corridor prowled hulking monsters, hardly perceptible except for their looming mass and the occassional "clunk" as clumsy beast collided with comrade, wall or floor. Along the passage, shadows drifted and silence stalked. He was neither stupid nor suicidal enough to take the "Quiet Way"...

Light erupted - focused and deadly. Shadows screamed, reaching with tentacles to silence the brilliance. But the Dawn was due its rising - rosey, bright and unstoppable. The darkness flickered and was lost; golden sunshine flooded all.

Seami strode this way and that, limbs vibrant with energy. Life itself cried for recognition, every re-awakening weed striving for its place in the Garden of Growth. His restless hands twisted ceaselessly, while reason uselessly cried for calm. Celebrate the Sun while yet it Stands sang his heart. It was not enough...

Time passed. The world twirled. "What about..." S. asked, but it was far too late by then. The shadows grew and the light died.

"What about?" asked S., but the wind took the thought away...

B.

[Boris]

Okay, so I was drunk when I posted the above & one has to read *really slowly* for it to make sense.

Amn't going to add a chapter tonight, what with Barbarella (one of the best movies *ever*) on TV & much need of the bed position in my bones. But it'd be nice to see some prose offerings from other folk...

B.

[Boris]

P.S. In case you don't realise why Barbie is such a good movie, pls. chk. the dialog.

"De-crucify the angel!!
(blah, blah, blah says the Evil Queen)

"De-crucify him or I'll melt your face!" says B.

"Top that", sez I...

B.

P.P.S. There's also the abominable soundtrack, remarkable cast and pure 60s ethos - "Why would anybody want to create a weapon?", says JF...

Probably, I should stop now...

B/S

[fable]

I could be missing something, but this story seems to have nothing to do with BG2/SoA. So I'm moving it over to the SYM (Speak Your Mind) category, but leaving a link here.

[Elemental ZOOT]

This is my 1st time trying so plz be honest if it sucks cuz personally i don't like it

Zoot was furious. His bright joyful smile and kind outlook disappeared and in its place came anger and something new to Zoot-hate. He lost his one true love,the sage and priest Reyna to the monster Sarevok. His eyes betrayed him in an instant, letting an innocent tear fall from his eyelid to the ground. Zoot walked at a andante pace along with his loyal friends Remon, who was a powerful Paladin with true passion for right, Imoen, the rouge with potential magical talents, and the unknown Jeros, who was an unpredictable corsair.

They had just dispatched 6 of Sarevok's henchmen which killed a feisty halfling warrior named Montaron. The one named Xan left the scene quicksmart leaving Zoot and the party advancng towards destiny.Reyna.It echoed in his mind. That word in a sprial always tumbling down. Zoot, pulled out his long elven bow in a flash of light- blessed by the elven god Moronbar, god of destiny. His sharp , almost bleeding red arrow was pulled out of his belt. He was determined to bring Sarevok into a world of pain and he was ready. To face his destiny.

Nothing was going to stop the sellsword from achieving his task....
Chapter 2 soon

[UncleScratchy]

Uncle Scratchy walked in upon the scene. Zoot stood there over the lifeless body of Reyna, with vengence seething from every pore. Zoot's loathing for all things gnomish and turnip reeked in the air and Uncle could sense it immediately. Armed to the teeth with the incideous weaponry of Jan Jakobar Jansen, and caring not for what was right or wrong, Uncle took his retribution on the survivors in the room. Zoot fell to a magical gnomish blast of Turnip Blight and withered into a tiny heap of rotting flesh, joining his beloved Reyna in eternity. Remon fell next, a deadly bolt from Uncle's crossbow incinderated him to ashes just as he opened his mouth to protest. Imoen quicky succumbed to a brutal slash across the throat from Uncle's shortsword, the 'Turnip Peeler' midway through her clumsily incanted spell. She gurgled her last thoughts as she lie dying on the ground, lost to anyone who cared to hear. Finally Uncle faced Jeros the Corsair, mano-a-mano. Uncle unleashed a spell of Fear on the hapless creature sending him into a panic. Two quick cuts from the Turnip Peeler left the pathetic Jeros looking like a pile of juicy prime rib on the floor. Uncle wiped his blade and reloaded his crossbow, then he looted the corpses. The loot would fetch a nice price in the Turmish capital. He opined for a moment that perhaps he acted impulsively and in haste before knowing whether this band of adventurers were actually friend or foe. The thought passed in a moment and Uncle, giving it no second thought to it, continued on his search for the elusive simian race of warriors he hoped to subjugate to his profit.

[Elemental ZOOT]

LOL

[Boris]

"I'm sick of blood", thought Seami, refusing to look at the dripping mace in his right hand. "I wanted to help and to heal!"

But time for contemplation was past - a long-nailed troll-hand shot towards his face, barely deflected. Two more blows stuck the war-board, then another, then another three. Then another heavy thud, aimed at the shield itself, driving the defender to his knees. "Ouch!", he said.

Of course, balance always finds itself. The grasping arm was easily broken by a defensive stamp; the searching maw snapped up a squirrel, but left itself open for a quick retort by club, boot and arrow. A few beasts tried to listen, but their impatient laughter led only to disaster. Red trickle means nothing when the war is already lost...

Seami wiped his stained gauntlets on a filthy rag. "Soon I will have Crom Faer" he thought. "Then we'll see..."

B.