EZ_Karlek
07-14-00, 01:18 AM
..and the night of the spirit becomes darker in the realm we knew as Norrath.
Karlek shed some snow, then his iksar scales on entering the old, worn down creaky tavern known since old times simply as "The Safehouse". The place where he used to feel as a rogue. Outside, he hid in the form of a lizzard fisherman, as there was so little a gnome rogue of old could do or accomplish.
Norrath was harsh on him, and has already beaten and destroyed few of the friends he had.
The cozy stools in corners, where once brawl and music came from, were now creaking empty.
One, two... who else remained.. Karlek counted on the fingers of his hand. All the more, the screams and sqeeks of would-be rogues came in hundreds from outside. The young sons of rich families, that chose profession out of boredom and idleness, best equipped in what their fathers and rich uncles gave them, claimed to be the rogues.
Nay, this is no place to be.
Winds howled stronger outside, weather was on the change. The inner call grew louder.
Time has come to move back, eastwards. The treasures untold and the adventure lay there.
This meant also shedding more then the iksar scales this time.... The bodily existence itself had to be fortfeited, to allow a new rebirth... But for those who knew, there is no anguish when faced with this eternal wheel that binds us mortals.
So fully clad in his main battle gear, Karlek closed the old house doors behind him.
Alone, solo - (with the power of gulping the SoW potion), he went to magical portal where his beloved wife, the Enchantress Cukrica already awaited much longer then he was willing to admit to himself.
Her power and beauty was almost uncomparable in Norrath, yet she also chose to move away...
Strangely enough, the portal was called 'The Waypoint'.
*Karlek turns back and waves*
I will miss you friends - particulary Vaslin, Remmi, Koru, Garrik, Solorog, Bluud, Tamili, Ozaak ... and many others I forgot to mention. We will meet again - for sure - but then our names will be different, and we will not recognize the other for what he used to be. For all we can take with us are the intangible merits and fine impressions. The rest of it disappears after a while.
The pyres by the waypoint shoot high in their magic flames, one at each side.
*Bzzzzziiiinggg!*
And then, they were no more.
<u>*Gone fishin'* @50+ season... </u>
a Lizzurd Harpooneer
(former Agnostic Gnome Rogue), Tunare[i]Edited by Karlek at: 7/14/00 3:19:11 am
Karlek shed some snow, then his iksar scales on entering the old, worn down creaky tavern known since old times simply as "The Safehouse". The place where he used to feel as a rogue. Outside, he hid in the form of a lizzard fisherman, as there was so little a gnome rogue of old could do or accomplish.
Norrath was harsh on him, and has already beaten and destroyed few of the friends he had.
The cozy stools in corners, where once brawl and music came from, were now creaking empty.
One, two... who else remained.. Karlek counted on the fingers of his hand. All the more, the screams and sqeeks of would-be rogues came in hundreds from outside. The young sons of rich families, that chose profession out of boredom and idleness, best equipped in what their fathers and rich uncles gave them, claimed to be the rogues.
Nay, this is no place to be.
Winds howled stronger outside, weather was on the change. The inner call grew louder.
Time has come to move back, eastwards. The treasures untold and the adventure lay there.
This meant also shedding more then the iksar scales this time.... The bodily existence itself had to be fortfeited, to allow a new rebirth... But for those who knew, there is no anguish when faced with this eternal wheel that binds us mortals.
So fully clad in his main battle gear, Karlek closed the old house doors behind him.
Alone, solo - (with the power of gulping the SoW potion), he went to magical portal where his beloved wife, the Enchantress Cukrica already awaited much longer then he was willing to admit to himself.
Her power and beauty was almost uncomparable in Norrath, yet she also chose to move away...
Strangely enough, the portal was called 'The Waypoint'.
*Karlek turns back and waves*
I will miss you friends - particulary Vaslin, Remmi, Koru, Garrik, Solorog, Bluud, Tamili, Ozaak ... and many others I forgot to mention. We will meet again - for sure - but then our names will be different, and we will not recognize the other for what he used to be. For all we can take with us are the intangible merits and fine impressions. The rest of it disappears after a while.
The pyres by the waypoint shoot high in their magic flames, one at each side.
*Bzzzzziiiinggg!*
And then, they were no more.
<u>*Gone fishin'* @50+ season... </u>
a Lizzurd Harpooneer
(former Agnostic Gnome Rogue), Tunare[i]Edited by Karlek at: 7/14/00 3:19:11 am