I'm posting this for Dread... he had it in the wrong place... So, moving it here to help him out. I had a great conversation with him in Vent today... It seems we're in alignment.
I sure as hell, welcome him; mostly because from the sound of it, I wouldn't want him on the other side!! I would take his side with my bow in hand and ,like he said "gladly die for my homeland"!!! Glad I met him, and look forward to laying seige or defending with him. Hell, I need someone to be below me in levels!!
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Welcome Dread! Please pull up a chair and have an ale with the lot of us! We would like to hear your stories...
Today 11:08 PM LOL ok as a cooler way to tell storys just hit me site then go back to read . for I am the DREAD. Dread before u start , http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZPRt6Tt6RyM I POST THIS SO U CAN HIT AND GET BACK FAST SO THE SHIT I GOT HAS .... U KNOW DO IT . DREAD...... As a boy I was schooled in combat. Years in the dark, they made me listen to orders, and to obey, seeing nothing, but only hearing there words shouts battle commands to kill whoever they put in with me until I started waiting for them to give me new victims. it was the comfort of the screams and the blood flow, As a young man I stood in front lines of battle my commands were deadly for friend and foe. my heart only loved the warmth of the blood. my elder commanders would beat me for eating the dead as the blood called out to me. many of the men thought me a demon and I was driven from the army. I was an outcast with only one skill, with this I killed and sacked many towns looking for slaugter for the highest bidder. Until One day I crossed the path of Ironwolf and his heroes, with the promise of all the carnage and blood I can drink embracing my blood lust and sending me out to help him with his revenge. The Dread, as a boy As ithe years i layed in the rock, in the cold... chilled to the bone, bewitched by the blood that gave me the warmth of a mother. My heart pattered. With every victim i feasted upon my mother called out to me, her fingertips ran through my hair. The warmth. The blood..... my blood. My life. II The crack of light My feeding has become apparent to me that my feasting of flesh is unnatural. I bow to crum They may wish me the touch of thewind, i have none. They may wish me the touch of warmth, i find in death. As the blood drips from my face after a quick kill of a peasant woman, I wash my eyes. THe blood gave me a motherly touch...the only cvomfort i knew in life.My time has come, my rock was unveiled. unleashed upon this wordl i was. with the words the gods of war I crashed upon my enimies, fierce left none to tell my tale for my tale.... Was a tale of death. III Dread the crush of war My enemies were driven before me, my shiled upright as i stomped forward my sword crushed down my foes. the cry of horses, i shouted, commanded. BRACE YOURSELVES as my command drove them to the ground, with my pike up right, the slaughter began. Wileding the axe of my former commaqnder i broke it LOL with the blood spraying in my face... i raged... as both armies ceased to fight, tthey heard a cry.... Let thr e blood spray!!!! with flesh in my mouthi growled with a blood rage that was enough to fill the goblet of the gods. I unleashed the armies of hell to achieve the death that i desire, the carnage... that did me proud. Standing on the schools as a boy champion? As a conqueror. The pounding started...CRUUUMMMMMM i fell to the ground as the heart beat beats there last. they called out to dread witht he cry of touch i embrace this touch with a bite of the flesh. i tore man. i tore foe. with the flesh in my mouth ON WARS men ON WARS slaughter, for i have won the day and know i feast. No man. no god, no king stood before me today... what stopped before me was the bones and flesh of men, slaughtered like dogs. With his blade high the Dread I was freard. Cry not for death will be quick, cry none for your young as thay will be feed to the dogs, but the wemon fear the basterds I the Dread leave for the calling has come my blood, Devils lives for the lust of battle for no man or god stand as a mortal the death that follows will not weaken me. Dread..... In the darkest of times one must be dark to survive as my bastards sons were born upon this world. The demon that demanded the blood of the dread chased down my bloodline with the spoils of battle the bloodline did not run thin, for the cunning witchery of death himself could not meet dread. My blood might be hunted, but my sword will always meet the devil himself for I am a killer, for I am the world shaker, for I am war Lust of blood Dreads youg years.1.1 The dark chill of the cave, many boys were thrown in to become men. To hack prey without question. Blood, a comfort, a neccesity, a trophy. As my years in the dark and the unspeakable horros, the commands that i desperately honored. YOU OR YOUR MEN, yes sir I screamed as the dead layed at my feet. What say you??!!! I was commanded. What drives you??!! I was speachless. DEATH was my only response. The endless torture followed. I knew what was to become of me...only suffering and pain. Until a light of unbeknowst witchery became me. I was powerless against the seduction of DD's LOL. There was no turning back. I secame as the power filled my soul and mind. For I am a Stygian boy and there was no mercy.. mercy is a kind word of which i know nothing about, besides my death. This is where my story begins. A warrior child was thrown into the cave much as I was. I heard them yell " dread the day boy" as a young lad was thrown into a similar fate as mine....of no retreat. For this boy did not cry like the rest. He cried back, "Fear the day the Dread walks the land". He was taken by the unbeatable forces and forced into death by the unforgiven rights of passage. My perception from my body soon changed into post mordem vision. NEW SONG http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvA6JphKfvE go on!! dont be a wimp we all DIE. I have witnessed my own throat being torn from my physical body by this young boy. Unforgiven I was in the assualt by this brutal carnage resulting in acarnage I would place upon this soul. As the gods called for my body I would not answer. There voices faded and the screams began. Damn you!!!! and the blood that belongs to Dread. Damn your soul for you shall never rest. As I felt the life flee from my body I refused the gods call for there is a vendetta that needs to be paid far greater than death itself. As my hatred grew for this boy from the numbers that he slew. This boy was a natural killer. As the murders that I witnessed somehow my anger subsided. There was an unatural aura of this boy. The gods have seen my reluctadness to sucumb and have realized my purpose. I was to bring my self to life with the boys hatred and spread the carnage throughout the land. LIttle did he know the proceess was antagonizing. As I called out to the boy the bloodlust began before there was any taming. There was death, and canibalization without hesitation. It was aparent to me that this was meant to happen and my soul was corrupting the boy. His stubborness consumed my soul with this evilness that I inspired and I couldn't be more grateful. They loved him for this. The women they threw they beat him for which he wished for fine breading material. His manor of socialness ended in holocaust. Soon after the snake in myself came to the boy there was a realazation. Dread grabbed my neck and I rapped around his body. the boys strength was incredible. He looked in my eye and saw hatred and spite. I looked in his and saw a way out. Forming our pact the deaths started to pile. Men threw in there best to be bested by a child. They screamed Dread Dread Dread unrealizing that there was an unforgiving power amongst his mind and body. was it the glory, the fame, the dread? with both dread lost his way sitting high in his tower drinking mead and breeding with women. Seems the spoil of war have caught up with ones ego. The night of carnage begins. deep within my castl;e wal;l with a drink at my lips and a young village of beauty in my bed,. the blood crawled. from the evil that consmumed the curse that dread carriedin hsi sul. as drad laid in his bed darkness and hatred himself visited him. placing one hand on his forheadand laughing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1ivA73ga20 JUST DO IT. Spn, we are not done with u, dread, for dread you will bleed the world dry through slaughter. And hatred. I need yoiu Dread. May your blood thirst neve leave you. for the skills of battle of waged many tolls of blood i bless yhou blood caller. And with his arms uprright the young woman in dreads bed was suspended in air dread suddenly woke up in disbelief as she was ripped limb from limb and the bloosy carcasss landed in his lap. As dread pushed the carcass aside and went for him hammer he slid in a pile of blood. Grabbing his hammer on his knees, for once, in ages... did dread understand his training. Weakness was death. I sit in a world of death he thought. In summoning his squire he slapped the boy. " always with the hammer down boy" taking his mighty hammer of the gods, dread looked back at the mighty banner of ironwolf "MY LORD" he said. I must leave you for a brief time and fight my own demons. for my demons are there devil themselve. The smoke of the burning bodes plagued the air as dread burned towns to the ground. If its death so bet it. FOr death is all i know, Pain and misery feel my wrath. I now know that glory is a weakness. A weakness that would be my downfall and if i have to burn everybody to ashes, the dread will always get his. [/IMG] Chapter12 Skulls and die was it the glory, the fame, the dread? with both dread lost his way sitting high in his tower drinking mead and breeding with women. Seems the spoil of war have caught up with ones ego. The night of carnage begins. deep within my castl;e wal;l with a drink at my lips and a young village of beauty in my bed,. the blood crawled. from the evil that consmumed the curse that dread carriedin hsi sul. as drad laid in his bed darkness and hatred himself visited him. placing one hand on his forheadand laughing. Spn, we are not done with u, dread, for dread you will bleed the world dry through slaughter. And hatred. I need yoiu Dread. May your blood thirst neve leave you. for the skills of battle of waged many tolls of blood i bless yhou blood caller. And with his arms uprright the young woman in dreads bed was suspended in air dread suddenly woke up in disbelief as she was ripped limb from limb and the bloosy carcasss landed in his lap. As dread pushed the carcass aside and went for him hammer he slid in a pile of blood. Grabbing his hammer on his knees, for once, in ages... did dread understand his training. Weakness was death. I sit in a world of death he thought. In summoning his squire he slapped the boy. " always with the hammer down boy" taking his mighty hammer of the gods, dread looked back at the mighty banner of ironwolf "MY LORD" he said. I must leave you for a brief time and fight my own demons. for my demons are there devil themselve. The smoke of the burning bodes plagued the air as dread burned towns to the ground. If its death so bet it. FOr death is all i know, Pain and misery feel my wrath. I now know that glory is a weakness. A weakness that would be my downfall and if i have to burn everybody to ashes, the dread will always get his. the Dread has al kinds of stuff tink i gave u 1 / 12 some hoe got in here. lol im The Dread has had to much ale to care.
the Order of the Silver Dragon.... lost chapters, Whe are u? are u ok?the kid asked . as my eye's saw two kids GRAAAA! beat it brats. wait come back were am i? I will burn them later. u are creepy sir. and u look sick mambey my town can help u. Help me u wimp! help your self to... what do we do the kids asked as he passed out. lol ill think of it but from now on i guess i start from here and if i killind any of u before, im not sry for this game is do or die , i might find a hand of nice... bah war!
Now the Dread has a new master, I will follow for I am the Dread, put down your sword and speers, as The Dread kills again.
My time, has just started, The Dread still walks his line, has he fond his way home , next are stroys of us ...... and can Dread find home? next caper,
Sprig looked concernedly the patient on his examination table. "Looks to have good organs." Sprig said to his assistant, Vassal Caer, "It’s a pity Lord Sook wants us to keep him alive. I could make many flagons of curatives out of a fine carcass such as his.” “Whatever the Lord says.” Caer chimed in. “As long as I get to be the first to smash him if Lord Sook is wrong.” “Just be careful of his brains, I could use those for mana restoratives.” Sprig nonchalantly replied. “Anyways, it looks to be something much deeper than the flesh that ails this man. His soul is rife with corruption and years of perversions. It is lucky for those children who discovered him that our supply column was passing through or they may have had more than they could handle on their hands. I saw the mark of Ironwolf on some of his possessions. It could be that the barbarians are returning to wreak havoc on Poitain once again. I will pray to Mitra that it will not be so.” Sprig gazed into the unconscious, yet open eyes of the unconscious patient and felt a deep chill press through his nerves into his soul.
As the Dread woke in a flash he looked for his wepon. With his hands bound he began to struggle as two men came into Dreads veiw. Who are u and were am I? the Dread asked.
"Calm your fears, man." Sprig said. "Your life is not in danger. Well, not from me anyways. I am Sprig, a healer and alchemist among the Order of the Silver Dragons. It seems your soul is corrupted by vile darkness. I lack sufficient powers to purge the darkness from your soul, but Lord Sook believes that we could turn your corruption against our enemies, so here we are..." Sprig had never been one with words. The balding man fumbled with his fingers.
Enemies well, war is what I do best give me my mace and show these enemies to me for they are already dead. Dread said, as he busted free from the ropes like a giant,' the Draed was he hoped down and swiped up some ale and drank it like the Dread has been with out water for mounths. Now fist thing is first go find me those kids so I may skin them theDread orderd Sprig. I'll need wemon too he said looking at vassal caer.
as the Draed looked at them both we lol out loud HA COME my frend and drink with me. As time pased and storys were told. TONIGHT THE DARK. dONT HAVER TO SLAY * splat..... gasp Dread! HAH! GOOD tell us more sprig,sid as we enjyed are eats. yaaaaaaaaa, was that your woman. lol no yours lol dam I.ll get up as the Dread GOT OFF HIS SEAT... CAME! CRACK!!! BOOOOM!! GET DOWN!..... sook rolled and I grabed my mace the dark is here! swingiong me mace i turned Dread has gone mad! yelled a solderger as he was cruched by dread wooo. sook took his knife and ran in SWACK! the Dread took one in the head. standing still spig felt Dead HELP ME!.... dont RAAAAAW! hate came with every swing. WHAT DO WE DO? his hate is in my head. I fell it to said sook. right then the Dread fell... Bam... get Away witch.... Dread I have bad news for u. TELL ME SOMTHING the Dread dose not know WITCH! AS THE DEAD CAME THE dREAD GRABED ... what is he doing? DONT TOUCH HIM SPING YELLED.... I AM THE dREAD THE KILL IS WHAT I ....BLOOD Draed Dread...... as i woke I will never Die the shame the dread spoke we most see the elder. and shit.
can we put this in some kind of rp forum stuff? forum lol jump in and add some good stuff. L) THE DEAD dREAD. CPR 12 BROTHER CHAPER HEAVEN! LOL WRIGHT SHIT ANYTHING.
THE DRINK OF BLOOD DREAD dread OF CRUMMMM!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHDmXtW9Yx0 i SEE THE BLOOD SPLAT WAS IT THE splat A WOMANS FACE WAS dreads the cry was not on horror but of honnor. to the Angles with this for the Dread needs none. why must I kill? I need your gods for I am the Dread. sook I need your help for I AM THE DREAD! Save me from myself. I must kill!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExSr_z2taw0&feature=related
