Board Quest.old [context]
Sender Zealot
Date Fri Dec 13 07:21:59 2013
To all,astark
Subject Astarks Birthday
Let the record show that this is a self testament pieced together from memory flashback and seances. Some details have been lost This is the story of Zealot. The Shattered. The Unforgiven. The One. The story should start when I - Zealot (whom I will refer to in the 2nd person) was a 16 year old girl. Long sleak black hair, eyes...deep piercing blue. Pale skin, as were all the villagers settled to the remote north of Thalos. This year was one of famine. Sickness, Starvation the plague always problematic Daughter to loving parents Jahedd The Strong. Mother ..unknown..died during birth. ...Agony...Pain.....Just Pain...... Zealot - like most girls her age in the village only concerned herself with with one thing. Trying to win favor with a local hunter, a young strapping man who's name we don't care to recall. He'll get what he deserves..... It was the night of the seasonal harvest fair. There was little food but we managed. Zealot's eyes locked with the local hunters and after some words, he pressed his lips, cracked with dryness tightly against ours. Oh my....my first kiss....it was everything I ever imagined. .and more...My heart raced..then it hppend... It was mostely flashes and tears. My pretty brown dress...torn.. tears....so many tears..why wont he get off us? he is hurting us.. why is he doing that?....I thought we were in love.............. He's too strong....strong hands..cant get him off us... Not a word was spoken from the poor girl known as Zealot for a month. Her beautiful blue eyes, turned a sould siphoning black. absorbing all Her father troubled with the recent change in his daughters demeanor consulted the local priest from the temple of Rimbol. The come to visit us. 1 ..2 ....3...... Incompetant fools. Know not what they are meddling with. They know not.who we are.. Asif it was yesterday I remember that priest who whispered..Rimbol Loves you. I laughed. Lept out of bed, dug my nails into his neck and bit his nose clear off. The next few weeks they tied us to our bed. Constant Prayers in the name of 'Holy Rimbol'.."Save this child Lord Rimbol" they would chant burning our flesh with trinkets angering us with words. The night of the Harvest moon....will be our time to come forth. Zealot possessed by a great darkness was no showing any improvement or showing any signs of returning to the pretty little girl she once was or showing any signs of returning to the pretty little girl she once was After several more weeks of violent screams and untold horrors emerging from the little girl tied in the bed. The whole town was outside the home of Zealot. Pitch forks...Hatred. What did we do to them......nothing yet......... Fire. Smoke....Cant Breathe...Father why? Burning. Pain. Searing flesh. Boiling blood. My pretty brown dress. Father not you too.... All is black now. I hear that same voice that has been in my head for months now its sootheing. welcoming frigid...yet warm.....its.....right. She introduces herself. Immortal. Black. Beautiful dragon. Evil. Her Darkness promises redemption, revenge, ultimate power. at the cost of my soul, my humanity....my sanity. Images of the hunter, my father...the torturing priests flash in my head. YEsssss I want it all. On her knees, Zealot renounces the wretched Rimbol the Creator. and Accepts in full Lillith the Destroyer. The Darkness.Eternal Darkness. Flash of light. our eyes open. We are one. We are Many. We are Zealot Body still engulfed in flames. First her father met his end ripping his heart out through his abdomen...we made sure he felt it Panic in the mob of pitch forks and torches. Some brave souls try to end us. We wear their teeth on our left wrist strung together with some of our pretty black hair. Now the priests....1...2.....3...... praying hopelessly in their temple....Where is your precious fucking Rimbol now? With Shrieking laughs, we called forth a barage of lightning a gift from our Mistress Lillith..The priests heads exploded from the blasts of lightning Finally.....The Rapist The handsome hunter. He has not earned a death by our hands. He will never meet his precious Rimbol. Lillith waits for him in Perdition. Where there is no fire. No warmth. only Darkness and mental anguish. LIKE YOU DID TO US Piercing into his eyes, we have control now....you will do what we want you to do. Stigmata. Self Mutilation. ultimately after he chews his own limbs off, drinking his own blood he rolled himself into the river where he dies in agony...by his own will....'his own' ......in the eyes of his Bastard God. His stupid God will send him to Lillith and he will suffer for several eternities for what he has done to us. And now the rest of Aarchon. Will kneel before Zealot as I separate their bodies from their souls. We have no use for people. Only Death. Chaos. No Love. d but there are some of us who think otherwise in here...this poor girl..... ________________________________________________________________________ Many Destructive and Dark Tales of Zealot have been told in the past Zealot the Slayer of 100 men. Zealot the Merciless. Zealot the Jester? With multiple possessions of Zealot there is never the same face Although the Darkness never subsides. Her pain is too deep. Her Abuse and Betrayal too far to forget. Do not mistake Kindness....for Kindness...there is always something else underlying Zealot