Togren
04-12-2006, 07:26 PM
Let me share a secret about war. With poems and stories galore; a life of a Cutthroat. Tainted and consumed by Hatred, Grief, and Ale.
A day to walk; another days pass
In which we all seek glory
Life is glorious; when you die by age
Not by the end of a blade
Then it is honor; not shame
They say war makes men
War makes monsters
Women stay pure; stay at home
For they find virtue; not the tomb
Though I am in a drunken state of sorrow, I never forget who I am. Togren Runeblade son of Theian, the last of a Valorian race. For I, I am not Valorian. I have never taken life from another man that has not deserved it; or has threatened my life. I've taken from those who threatened what I know and loved. Loved is what I once did; my siblings, my parents, my tribe, and Randal. I don't damn the Orcs, just the Alfar, Gnolls, and other men looking for glory through a display of power.
You don't create a government through diplomacy; it's created through war. However, you don't display your power and great leadership through war. You display your power and great leadership from the class and health of your people.
Give me my blades, give me my bow
Let me march into a battlefield filled with snow
A crimson covered; cover this floor
For blood will be shed; with deaths and men laid to rest
I need not a shield; just my blades
I know I will live; for another day
In my twenty-six years of living, I learned that men who not wield broadswords, a skimpy blade and a shield. They know fear, they value their life, and are most likely to die. If you do not trust your own strength; and the skill of your arms and your blades. You might as well sign your Death Warrant and hand it to the reaper.
Just give me death now
Living seems over
Misery dwells within me
Hatred has consume my soul
Forget what you've heard
This soldiers in pain
Through his eyes everything is in vein
It's a life with death he has lived....
I've felt this burden now, heavier then ever before. But dying, is not an option for this Cutthroat. Death would bring shame to my loved ones. Valor is all that I fight for; I'm not a murder, just a soldier. Wandering a chaotic road, then while I was wandering one day I came upon a battlefield, with thousands of men slain.
Here's another army of men
Laid to rest by the dark one
A Mistress I know; who has taken from me the most
Damn you Mistress, your life is now threatened
In the end, I'll take your head; mount it on a pike
Display to corrupt ones; good night
She sealed her fate that night, she would now become killed on sight. I would proceed to follow her trail, an oil like substance; from her cursed steeds feet. That night I would find her; I climbed her tower. When I reached the top there she was; asleep.
I proceeded to shout, "Wake up you bloody bitch! I have long awaited this vendetta from you!"
As she rised I immediately raised my bow and put an arrow through her right shoulder, she would squeel something that would wake the Dead.
"You fool! This arrow will not do anything to me, I am the Mistress of the Alfar!"
I would reply with a smirk,"So you're the reason theres so many of the bloody bastards around eh?"
"How dare you mock me! How dare you say I am a Alfar wench!"
"But you aren't a wench, you're a bitch and you took my father, my brother, and Lord Validan!"
She would smile grimmacely, "I enjoyed your brother and Lords death, but I absolutey loved taking the heart of your father, and consuming it, now his soul belongs to me!"
"No, it doesn't"
Thats the last thing she would ever say, I put an arrow through her heart that night. Raped her of everything she raped me; my fathers soul would travel to the heavens with my family."
I took her head and mounted it on a pike. Sent any Aflar in the area running. However any cursed loot she would have would be tossed into the Dead Sea of the Alfar. More evil then this wretch; an evil I even not dare to execute. There are ships in that sea; that do not rest. As they wait for an army to kill them.
I would walk down the tower, killing any Alfar that stood in my way. Out the door and across the bridge. Into the woods, miles and miles I would walk, till the site of the tower was no more than my thumb. When I turned around, the tower had lit up like a Black Fire and faintly I would hear.
"Togren, you're death will come near! For I am the Dark King, and this my dead queen!"
I smiled, for once in my life, it would feel good to take life. Now I have a common enemy, corruption.
While I'm breathing
Corruption has just met it's enemy
Cutthroat Chaos Machine
A merciless killer I am
I walk this road
Looking for where
I walk this road alone
Looking for where I belong....
I would venture, North again, to come across a Tavern! That was the first time I was happy since I was six. A Tavern, I wanted me some ale. So when I walked in and took a seat, I beckoned the bar tender.
"The largest mug you have, the strongest ale you serve."
The bartender would soon reply, "Right sir, and that will be one gold coin." I was half way done with my ale, when a man would lay his hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and would receive a punch in the nose.
"Stranger, I don't give warnings, you were in my seat."
I would smile, at him, I would proceed to punch him back. Leveling him right off the stool.
"Listen, fool. It doesn't matter what seat you have. That's my ale, you just don't disrupt a man from drinking his ale."
I finished my ale, paid the bartender, than I would walk outside, but to my surprise, the man whom I would exchange fists with followed me.
"Alright Stranger, I was nice, now you and I got a knot to untie."
I looked at him, being I'm five ten, he is six five, three hundred pounds. I was only one sixty.
I would reply, "You want a fist fight? I'll put a whoopin' on you fierce, it'll wake the rest of the donkeys from the grave to give you a hand."
"How dare you insult me!"
He would charge me, I to get out his way. Sure, he was stronger. But I am alot quicker. He would throw all he had at me, then I, with a quick fist, punched him in the head. Knocking him out, face first, flat on the ground.
But then came the authorities.
"You sir, are under arrest for public violence."
I would look at the two Knights, "Just passing through, he wanted a duel of the fists."
"You don't have a choice, that man you assaulted is the Grand Duke to the King."
I would reply again angerly, "The fool punched me when I was drinking my ale, you just don't do that to a man, let alone me."
"He's the Grand Duke, he'll do whatever he wants to ever he wants."
I looked up at them, "No, he wont do that to me, or I'll punch him again."
I would proceed to head to the forrest, but alas, I would be arrested. They put me in some chamber, they disarmed my bow, however I have my daggers hidden. The chamber, even for my daggers was well built. I've been in them before, time to time when I was arrested on merc missions, but I could always get out of them, this captive chamber, was different.
Three days pass, only to feed me healthy water and crummy bread. My day of Judgement would come, before another rotten King.
High King John Van Holgeni, he wasn't a rotten bastard, but a bastard no less. He said without hesitation, "Off with his head!"
"Now wait just a minute, that's not a fair trial." I would make haste to reply.
"Do you honestly think anyone here feels for you? You punched a Grand Duke, you're a rotten no body. Penalty for Treason is death, people like you don't receive fair trials."
I would look at him, "You just try and execute me King, I call your bluff!"
This enraged him, he would walk off his thrown and down right infront of me, he would then proceed to take his rings off his hand, and slap me.
"This is the way of monarchies, riches;superior, poor;inferior. If I want all my subjects dead, they die. Understand?"
I would look at him, "I'm not your subject, you ass."
"Take this mongrel away."
As I would walk down the street, no one would watch. They went on with life as if nothing was happening, they didn't even gather around for a public execution.
They would walk me infront of a church, with a priest. I could tell he was just as crooked as the King.
"So, this is the man that assaulted the Grand Duke."
I looked at him with a grin from ear to ear, "Aye, I punched that duke right on the button, and if he punches me first again, next time I'll break his little nose."
"We have a devils child, we most eradicate his flesh, bones, and soul before we burn him, we'll only have Holy Men that break the law burned here."
They would have my head drowned in water. One, Two, Three, dunk, One, Two, Three, dunk.
After that was all said I looked at the priest, "You're going to die, just like your King."
They would proceed to take me to the execution square. There I waited for the right moment. I pulled my blade and danced across the stone, like ribbons my blade sliced the throats of these men, one had my bow. I was enthralled, I had all my Weapons of War.
I hastely made my way down the street, into the Cathedral, there the Priest stood, speechless.
"I bid thee Corrupt, farwell."
I put an arrow through his thickened skull. I turned around and headed for the castle.
A Warrior I am and with my storm I ran the gates, making a lake of the blood of men, straight to the King. I would kill him quick, I didn't have much to say.
Out the doors and into the wilderness I bolted, I realised why I am this way.
Corruption, I don't have apathy for you
Only hate; you made yourself
A sin you are; vanquished will be by me
Who aid your lies; die to me
Whoever act you out
Share the same fate
A Warriors Storm
Crushing all he scorn
Machine of War
Forget what you know
This drunkeness is grief and ale
There's two blades and a bow
A man with no hope
Just Rage and alone
This time I let all thee know
If you serve corruption I'm coming for your soul
Laid down to rest
Going straight down to hell
I'm just a warrior in a storm....
A day to walk; another days pass
In which we all seek glory
Life is glorious; when you die by age
Not by the end of a blade
Then it is honor; not shame
They say war makes men
War makes monsters
Women stay pure; stay at home
For they find virtue; not the tomb
Though I am in a drunken state of sorrow, I never forget who I am. Togren Runeblade son of Theian, the last of a Valorian race. For I, I am not Valorian. I have never taken life from another man that has not deserved it; or has threatened my life. I've taken from those who threatened what I know and loved. Loved is what I once did; my siblings, my parents, my tribe, and Randal. I don't damn the Orcs, just the Alfar, Gnolls, and other men looking for glory through a display of power.
You don't create a government through diplomacy; it's created through war. However, you don't display your power and great leadership through war. You display your power and great leadership from the class and health of your people.
Give me my blades, give me my bow
Let me march into a battlefield filled with snow
A crimson covered; cover this floor
For blood will be shed; with deaths and men laid to rest
I need not a shield; just my blades
I know I will live; for another day
In my twenty-six years of living, I learned that men who not wield broadswords, a skimpy blade and a shield. They know fear, they value their life, and are most likely to die. If you do not trust your own strength; and the skill of your arms and your blades. You might as well sign your Death Warrant and hand it to the reaper.
Just give me death now
Living seems over
Misery dwells within me
Hatred has consume my soul
Forget what you've heard
This soldiers in pain
Through his eyes everything is in vein
It's a life with death he has lived....
I've felt this burden now, heavier then ever before. But dying, is not an option for this Cutthroat. Death would bring shame to my loved ones. Valor is all that I fight for; I'm not a murder, just a soldier. Wandering a chaotic road, then while I was wandering one day I came upon a battlefield, with thousands of men slain.
Here's another army of men
Laid to rest by the dark one
A Mistress I know; who has taken from me the most
Damn you Mistress, your life is now threatened
In the end, I'll take your head; mount it on a pike
Display to corrupt ones; good night
She sealed her fate that night, she would now become killed on sight. I would proceed to follow her trail, an oil like substance; from her cursed steeds feet. That night I would find her; I climbed her tower. When I reached the top there she was; asleep.
I proceeded to shout, "Wake up you bloody bitch! I have long awaited this vendetta from you!"
As she rised I immediately raised my bow and put an arrow through her right shoulder, she would squeel something that would wake the Dead.
"You fool! This arrow will not do anything to me, I am the Mistress of the Alfar!"
I would reply with a smirk,"So you're the reason theres so many of the bloody bastards around eh?"
"How dare you mock me! How dare you say I am a Alfar wench!"
"But you aren't a wench, you're a bitch and you took my father, my brother, and Lord Validan!"
She would smile grimmacely, "I enjoyed your brother and Lords death, but I absolutey loved taking the heart of your father, and consuming it, now his soul belongs to me!"
"No, it doesn't"
Thats the last thing she would ever say, I put an arrow through her heart that night. Raped her of everything she raped me; my fathers soul would travel to the heavens with my family."
I took her head and mounted it on a pike. Sent any Aflar in the area running. However any cursed loot she would have would be tossed into the Dead Sea of the Alfar. More evil then this wretch; an evil I even not dare to execute. There are ships in that sea; that do not rest. As they wait for an army to kill them.
I would walk down the tower, killing any Alfar that stood in my way. Out the door and across the bridge. Into the woods, miles and miles I would walk, till the site of the tower was no more than my thumb. When I turned around, the tower had lit up like a Black Fire and faintly I would hear.
"Togren, you're death will come near! For I am the Dark King, and this my dead queen!"
I smiled, for once in my life, it would feel good to take life. Now I have a common enemy, corruption.
While I'm breathing
Corruption has just met it's enemy
Cutthroat Chaos Machine
A merciless killer I am
I walk this road
Looking for where
I walk this road alone
Looking for where I belong....
I would venture, North again, to come across a Tavern! That was the first time I was happy since I was six. A Tavern, I wanted me some ale. So when I walked in and took a seat, I beckoned the bar tender.
"The largest mug you have, the strongest ale you serve."
The bartender would soon reply, "Right sir, and that will be one gold coin." I was half way done with my ale, when a man would lay his hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and would receive a punch in the nose.
"Stranger, I don't give warnings, you were in my seat."
I would smile, at him, I would proceed to punch him back. Leveling him right off the stool.
"Listen, fool. It doesn't matter what seat you have. That's my ale, you just don't disrupt a man from drinking his ale."
I finished my ale, paid the bartender, than I would walk outside, but to my surprise, the man whom I would exchange fists with followed me.
"Alright Stranger, I was nice, now you and I got a knot to untie."
I looked at him, being I'm five ten, he is six five, three hundred pounds. I was only one sixty.
I would reply, "You want a fist fight? I'll put a whoopin' on you fierce, it'll wake the rest of the donkeys from the grave to give you a hand."
"How dare you insult me!"
He would charge me, I to get out his way. Sure, he was stronger. But I am alot quicker. He would throw all he had at me, then I, with a quick fist, punched him in the head. Knocking him out, face first, flat on the ground.
But then came the authorities.
"You sir, are under arrest for public violence."
I would look at the two Knights, "Just passing through, he wanted a duel of the fists."
"You don't have a choice, that man you assaulted is the Grand Duke to the King."
I would reply again angerly, "The fool punched me when I was drinking my ale, you just don't do that to a man, let alone me."
"He's the Grand Duke, he'll do whatever he wants to ever he wants."
I looked up at them, "No, he wont do that to me, or I'll punch him again."
I would proceed to head to the forrest, but alas, I would be arrested. They put me in some chamber, they disarmed my bow, however I have my daggers hidden. The chamber, even for my daggers was well built. I've been in them before, time to time when I was arrested on merc missions, but I could always get out of them, this captive chamber, was different.
Three days pass, only to feed me healthy water and crummy bread. My day of Judgement would come, before another rotten King.
High King John Van Holgeni, he wasn't a rotten bastard, but a bastard no less. He said without hesitation, "Off with his head!"
"Now wait just a minute, that's not a fair trial." I would make haste to reply.
"Do you honestly think anyone here feels for you? You punched a Grand Duke, you're a rotten no body. Penalty for Treason is death, people like you don't receive fair trials."
I would look at him, "You just try and execute me King, I call your bluff!"
This enraged him, he would walk off his thrown and down right infront of me, he would then proceed to take his rings off his hand, and slap me.
"This is the way of monarchies, riches;superior, poor;inferior. If I want all my subjects dead, they die. Understand?"
I would look at him, "I'm not your subject, you ass."
"Take this mongrel away."
As I would walk down the street, no one would watch. They went on with life as if nothing was happening, they didn't even gather around for a public execution.
They would walk me infront of a church, with a priest. I could tell he was just as crooked as the King.
"So, this is the man that assaulted the Grand Duke."
I looked at him with a grin from ear to ear, "Aye, I punched that duke right on the button, and if he punches me first again, next time I'll break his little nose."
"We have a devils child, we most eradicate his flesh, bones, and soul before we burn him, we'll only have Holy Men that break the law burned here."
They would have my head drowned in water. One, Two, Three, dunk, One, Two, Three, dunk.
After that was all said I looked at the priest, "You're going to die, just like your King."
They would proceed to take me to the execution square. There I waited for the right moment. I pulled my blade and danced across the stone, like ribbons my blade sliced the throats of these men, one had my bow. I was enthralled, I had all my Weapons of War.
I hastely made my way down the street, into the Cathedral, there the Priest stood, speechless.
"I bid thee Corrupt, farwell."
I put an arrow through his thickened skull. I turned around and headed for the castle.
A Warrior I am and with my storm I ran the gates, making a lake of the blood of men, straight to the King. I would kill him quick, I didn't have much to say.
Out the doors and into the wilderness I bolted, I realised why I am this way.
Corruption, I don't have apathy for you
Only hate; you made yourself
A sin you are; vanquished will be by me
Who aid your lies; die to me
Whoever act you out
Share the same fate
A Warriors Storm
Crushing all he scorn
Machine of War
Forget what you know
This drunkeness is grief and ale
There's two blades and a bow
A man with no hope
Just Rage and alone
This time I let all thee know
If you serve corruption I'm coming for your soul
Laid down to rest
Going straight down to hell
I'm just a warrior in a storm....