Post by ladysilverheart on May 18, 2008 15:04:33 GMT -5
Lady Silverheart, who once was a young strong knight, struggled along the paths of darkness and lonelyness. She was tired, so deeply tired to the mark of her bones. Her hair soaken from her own blood, her clothes in rags, and all her belongings in two carrier bags she had with her.
She could barely breathe and her heart was slowly sinking, as she felt her knees weaken and her legs starting to fail. Her shield broken and her sword, that once was a bright shining expression of her great silver heart, was shattered in pieces, which she carried in the nasty dirty backpack on her shoulders.
Her armor and her helmet long lost deep in the swamps, she was wearing an old brown cape to protect her pathetic existance from wind and rain who seemed to laugh in her face and tell her to give up.
Finally, when she felt herself collapsing , she closed her eyes and before she passed out on the cold and muddy Antican ground , she desperately cried out that one sentence that kept her heart beating until it could not beat any longer:
"By the gods of Banor, let me take revenge and make up for what they have done to all those I loved so desperately."
Thus spoken, she closed her deep emerald eyes and a single last drop of her blood was washed away by the cold unbearable rain.
"Well, dear Members of the Society, that is, how it all started.
I was almost killed after so many years of being a brave fighter. But it was not a crime that any enemy has comitted. You must know, this was done by my very best friend, who I adored and desperately loved. We used to be the perfect team and the greatest fighters aside each others. We grew up together at my parents castle, who happened to be the famous Lady Noroelle Stardust and her husaband, Lord Banuray Silverbolt. Cheidon was the son of our swordmaster, wo taught us how to wield a sword and refine our martial art as soon as both of us could walk. After many years, when we were grown up, we decided to take some time out in the world to prove our bravery and strength, until we would overtake my parents regency. We would withstand every attack together and we were the bravest through all our adventures.
When my parents were killed and their castle was overtaken by an unexpected amount of enemies, he would soothe me and help me overcome my pain. We swore to go back home one day and take back, what was stolen from us. The years went by and we approved our abilities.
After long days of hunting, we would sit together on a bonfire on some Antican coast and watch the stars. We would smell the ocean and hear the laughter and giggles from town, voices from far away. He was my closest friend, my bloodbrother and my most adored person anyone could possibly ask for.
And then, after another normal hunting day, we were afterwards sitting together again, he silently talked to me in a voice I had never heard before. He sat his mug of vine down on the ground and turned his face to me. He took a deep breath and all over sudden it seemed, that the winds stood still and the birds stopped their nightly chittery chattery singing.
The world went silent and I was feeling very odd about him being so different.
He looked at me and said:
"Silver, I have been at your side for so many years. You have always been my person to rely on and you have been the embodiment of honour and trust for me. Yet I see so much more, when I look into your eyes. I see beauty and the fire of the good gods burning deep inside your soul. You are the one and only woman for me. You are the woman I love.
I cannot be with you anymore as only your friend. Its torturing my soul and its torturing my mind. And I will only say this once:
Be my Lady. Be my Lady by all the gods, I will always be at your side, protect you from all harm and everything that could threaten you ever. You will have to decide, my Lady.
Its up to your words weather I will be a happy man or weather I will feel cold inside my being forever."
So spoken he went silent and looked at me.
I was struck by a thunderbolt of feelings. Pain together with horrible feelings of loss and grieve shot through my body. I did love Cheidon, oh how much I did! But I did not love him as a man. I loved the friend, the cousin and bloodbrother who he was. I loved the trust and honour we had in between each other.
And now he wiped all that away with a confession he should have known was not worth a try. He knew I loved him, but he also knew I did not love him as a man.
And so I silently said:
"Cheidon. Forgive me my friend, my heart and bloodbrother. I cannot be your wife and Lady, and you know that. Do not make me choose, for gods sake let us keep what we have and what was build for so many years in between two soulmates. Do not ask me to decide in between, I plead for that!"
Cheidons eyes seemed to break when he looked at me. A single tear was rolling from his eye and he suddenly stood up, silently. I arose as well and wanted to go hold him, soothe him, as we always did, when one of us was sad.
But without a word he looked at me and then turned around and slowly walked away.
The only last spoken sentence I ever heard of my friends mouth was:
"You can have her. Do what I have ordered you to do."
And then he disappeared behin the mountain in which shadows we have set down what seemed to be a lifetime away.
My heart stopped beating and I barely realized the hord of orcs that came out of the bushes, where they have been waiting. I could feel my entire soul shatter when I realized what just had taken place in my life and how much I was mistaken in my closest friend. I did not feel the pain of their swords and fists, nor did I really realize how hard I fought against those mean green bastards. After what seemed to be an aeon of bloodshed, the last one orc died under my hands, my sword long broken in pieces and my shield cracked.
My frustration and furious rage have made me stronger than ever, but now, that the last creature was killed, I started a long way into the unknown. I collected my belongings from the ground - the few that were still worth to take, and began to walk the path of loss and tears.
I did not turn around and look back as well. And with every step forward I erased a little bit of my past, until I broke down in front of your Guildhall here in Antica, where I was told, you have found me:
Half dead and broken.
And now, here I am, dearest Members of the Society of the Black Rose.
Here I am, willing to heal.
I owe you all so much and I feel bound to my destiny and all the good, you have done to me.
You safed my life when I was about to die.
So my silver heart is always yours in deep honour, so you wish.
I could provide and serve you with my experiences in life and I am more than willing to give whatever is needed to protect and stand aside those who have proven goodness and honour to a total stranger: Me, Lady Silverheart.
I await your kind decision, I am more than willing to become a member of this great bond you all share, so you wish me to be a part.
Until you speak, I will just be here on this little table, waiting for the leadership to talk to me and patiently drink another mug of the fine vine you kindly served me and thankfully listen to the voices who safed my life."
Lady Silverheart smiled in the round and silently waited for the response that would provide her either lonelyness or friendship that she thought she could never have again.
Now, my dear Society, I will introduce the player of Lady Silverheart to you. My name is Carmen and I am from a nice town close to Heidelberg, Germany. I have been playing TIBIA for a lil more than 4 years now, I think, and recently decided it was about time to find me a guild that provides what I miss so much: Roleplaying and friendship.
I am a 30 years old mom of 3 wonderful children, therefor most times only online at evenings or nights, rarely during the days.
You will find me a nice person, I dislike pk and will never kill unless in highest need or need of a friend. And I dislike cusswords and rude mannors and maybe, if you wanted and you wish, I could bring in a little bit of my life experience to support the guild when needed and asked for. And I was told I am a person to have fun with
So please dont be too harsh with judging
I greet you all and hope to hear from you soon
Carmen / Lady Silverheart
She could barely breathe and her heart was slowly sinking, as she felt her knees weaken and her legs starting to fail. Her shield broken and her sword, that once was a bright shining expression of her great silver heart, was shattered in pieces, which she carried in the nasty dirty backpack on her shoulders.
Her armor and her helmet long lost deep in the swamps, she was wearing an old brown cape to protect her pathetic existance from wind and rain who seemed to laugh in her face and tell her to give up.
Finally, when she felt herself collapsing , she closed her eyes and before she passed out on the cold and muddy Antican ground , she desperately cried out that one sentence that kept her heart beating until it could not beat any longer:
"By the gods of Banor, let me take revenge and make up for what they have done to all those I loved so desperately."
Thus spoken, she closed her deep emerald eyes and a single last drop of her blood was washed away by the cold unbearable rain.
"Well, dear Members of the Society, that is, how it all started.
I was almost killed after so many years of being a brave fighter. But it was not a crime that any enemy has comitted. You must know, this was done by my very best friend, who I adored and desperately loved. We used to be the perfect team and the greatest fighters aside each others. We grew up together at my parents castle, who happened to be the famous Lady Noroelle Stardust and her husaband, Lord Banuray Silverbolt. Cheidon was the son of our swordmaster, wo taught us how to wield a sword and refine our martial art as soon as both of us could walk. After many years, when we were grown up, we decided to take some time out in the world to prove our bravery and strength, until we would overtake my parents regency. We would withstand every attack together and we were the bravest through all our adventures.
When my parents were killed and their castle was overtaken by an unexpected amount of enemies, he would soothe me and help me overcome my pain. We swore to go back home one day and take back, what was stolen from us. The years went by and we approved our abilities.
After long days of hunting, we would sit together on a bonfire on some Antican coast and watch the stars. We would smell the ocean and hear the laughter and giggles from town, voices from far away. He was my closest friend, my bloodbrother and my most adored person anyone could possibly ask for.
And then, after another normal hunting day, we were afterwards sitting together again, he silently talked to me in a voice I had never heard before. He sat his mug of vine down on the ground and turned his face to me. He took a deep breath and all over sudden it seemed, that the winds stood still and the birds stopped their nightly chittery chattery singing.
The world went silent and I was feeling very odd about him being so different.
He looked at me and said:
"Silver, I have been at your side for so many years. You have always been my person to rely on and you have been the embodiment of honour and trust for me. Yet I see so much more, when I look into your eyes. I see beauty and the fire of the good gods burning deep inside your soul. You are the one and only woman for me. You are the woman I love.
I cannot be with you anymore as only your friend. Its torturing my soul and its torturing my mind. And I will only say this once:
Be my Lady. Be my Lady by all the gods, I will always be at your side, protect you from all harm and everything that could threaten you ever. You will have to decide, my Lady.
Its up to your words weather I will be a happy man or weather I will feel cold inside my being forever."
So spoken he went silent and looked at me.
I was struck by a thunderbolt of feelings. Pain together with horrible feelings of loss and grieve shot through my body. I did love Cheidon, oh how much I did! But I did not love him as a man. I loved the friend, the cousin and bloodbrother who he was. I loved the trust and honour we had in between each other.
And now he wiped all that away with a confession he should have known was not worth a try. He knew I loved him, but he also knew I did not love him as a man.
And so I silently said:
"Cheidon. Forgive me my friend, my heart and bloodbrother. I cannot be your wife and Lady, and you know that. Do not make me choose, for gods sake let us keep what we have and what was build for so many years in between two soulmates. Do not ask me to decide in between, I plead for that!"
Cheidons eyes seemed to break when he looked at me. A single tear was rolling from his eye and he suddenly stood up, silently. I arose as well and wanted to go hold him, soothe him, as we always did, when one of us was sad.
But without a word he looked at me and then turned around and slowly walked away.
The only last spoken sentence I ever heard of my friends mouth was:
"You can have her. Do what I have ordered you to do."
And then he disappeared behin the mountain in which shadows we have set down what seemed to be a lifetime away.
My heart stopped beating and I barely realized the hord of orcs that came out of the bushes, where they have been waiting. I could feel my entire soul shatter when I realized what just had taken place in my life and how much I was mistaken in my closest friend. I did not feel the pain of their swords and fists, nor did I really realize how hard I fought against those mean green bastards. After what seemed to be an aeon of bloodshed, the last one orc died under my hands, my sword long broken in pieces and my shield cracked.
My frustration and furious rage have made me stronger than ever, but now, that the last creature was killed, I started a long way into the unknown. I collected my belongings from the ground - the few that were still worth to take, and began to walk the path of loss and tears.
I did not turn around and look back as well. And with every step forward I erased a little bit of my past, until I broke down in front of your Guildhall here in Antica, where I was told, you have found me:
Half dead and broken.
And now, here I am, dearest Members of the Society of the Black Rose.
Here I am, willing to heal.
I owe you all so much and I feel bound to my destiny and all the good, you have done to me.
You safed my life when I was about to die.
So my silver heart is always yours in deep honour, so you wish.
I could provide and serve you with my experiences in life and I am more than willing to give whatever is needed to protect and stand aside those who have proven goodness and honour to a total stranger: Me, Lady Silverheart.
I await your kind decision, I am more than willing to become a member of this great bond you all share, so you wish me to be a part.
Until you speak, I will just be here on this little table, waiting for the leadership to talk to me and patiently drink another mug of the fine vine you kindly served me and thankfully listen to the voices who safed my life."
Lady Silverheart smiled in the round and silently waited for the response that would provide her either lonelyness or friendship that she thought she could never have again.
Now, my dear Society, I will introduce the player of Lady Silverheart to you. My name is Carmen and I am from a nice town close to Heidelberg, Germany. I have been playing TIBIA for a lil more than 4 years now, I think, and recently decided it was about time to find me a guild that provides what I miss so much: Roleplaying and friendship.
I am a 30 years old mom of 3 wonderful children, therefor most times only online at evenings or nights, rarely during the days.
You will find me a nice person, I dislike pk and will never kill unless in highest need or need of a friend. And I dislike cusswords and rude mannors and maybe, if you wanted and you wish, I could bring in a little bit of my life experience to support the guild when needed and asked for. And I was told I am a person to have fun with
So please dont be too harsh with judging
I greet you all and hope to hear from you soon
Carmen / Lady Silverheart
