The Shepherd Hibernates

[Taiga 764]

[[ Taking a short hiatus from the world. Remaking some aspects of my cult, and a new one as well. I threw this up to show that I am gone for the time being. Don't fret, I will still be on the forums, active as always. If you need me ingame, just send a fully roleplayed message in the forums. ]]

"Deep within his citadel, the Shepherd sleeps, collecting his thoughts, planning his revenge."

"Upon his bed he lies unconscious. His Hand guards his being, ever so watchful."

"He plans of a great scheme, ready to unleash upon the world, whether old or new, a prophet of the dark."

"The Hand, felled in its prime. Viciously murdered in its sleep."

"The one who Vexes, and the bringer of Song, Orpheus, cowards in their spite."

"He turns away from Aegis, shunning their light. He sleeps, and the world awakens. His disappearance will be noticed by some."

"The Shepherd lays with his flock. Planning his return."

"Relinquishing the grasp of reality,

Embracing the creativity of sleep.

He continues his slumber,

Unless the world makes a peep.

For then, he shall awaken,

From the dream's deep heat.

For then, the world will tremble,

And a new world meet. "A smirk upon the herder's face,

The mutterings leave naught but a trace.

The whisperings and shouts of the men upon Oren,

Show the situation, apart and warren.

He stirs in his dreams, ready to awake,

The callings of sleep, he must shake.

One word from his mouth, he does stress,

A word of light, Ill-um-in-us..." "Whispers and mutterings of Ever's defeat,

Rebounding off walls, it continuously repeats.

Shall the Herder wake from his slumber,

Or shall he toss this matter asunder.

A dark elf he has in mind,

A past cause, she has left behind.

And end her life he must,

Who else can he trust...?"

[KarmaDelta 969]

[ *wipes a tear

Beautiful ;-; ]

[Taiga 764]

[[ I admit. I do have a flock of sheep. ]]

[[ Too bad, I have ADD. I'm writing this and reading and writing lore and ARGH. DISTRACTIONS >.< ]]

[Lawrence Berell 226]

(( NOOOOO!! ))

(( Well, looks like my slaveship to Lym is gonna be certain now... ))

[Taiga 764]

"Relinquishing the grasp of reality,

Embracing the creativity of sleep.

He continues his slumber,

Unless the world makes a peep.

For then, he shall awaken,

From the dream's deep heat.

For then, the world will tremble,

And a new world meet.

[Eledyr 85]

((Wow seriously, you have some amazing writing skills :D

it is like evrything that you write is amazing xd))

[Taiga 764]

(( Thanks for the input~! I'm wandering around the forums now, finishing the Art of War for some ideas for both my guilds. ))

[loakmendbe 62]

[Gives me the chills any time I read anything about The Black Hand]

[｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm 715]

((Lol simon reading the Art of War? I finished that a while back. Fun to read, even though some of the philosophies are now outdated.))

[Taiga 764]

[Gives me the chills any time I read anything about The Black Hand]

[[ Perhaps your soul be chilled furthermore,

I, for one, am writing heaps of lore.

Abandoning Aegis for the time being,

an interesting plot I develop, people are agreeing.

This will turn your bones to frost,

and all hope for the new world, lost. ]]

((Lol simon reading the Art of War? I finished that a while back. Fun to read, even though some of the philosophies are now outdated.))

[[ I just finished it as well >_<

Tactics are still helpful. Although the philosophies aren't as outdated in the new world or Aegis. ]]

[｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm 715]

[[ Perhaps your soul be chilled furthermore,

I, for one, am writing heaps of lore.

Abandoning Aegis for the time being,

an interesting plot I develop, people are agreeing.

This will turn your bones to frost,

and all hope for the new world, lost. ]]

[[ I just finished it as well >_<

Tactics are still helpful. Although the philosophies aren't as outdated in the new world or Aegis. ]]

((And you aren't, Robert Frost.))

[loakmendbe 62]

[simon I think you just Poetically Owned me.]

[Taiga 764]

[simon I think you just Poetically Owned me.]

[[ As quoth the sleeping herder,

From words, I do not murder.

Simply maim their fickle mind,

Until poetry and I, intertwine.

Forever cursed to speak as so,

I may not converse, to, and fro.

A warning to those who may read,

Thou cannot defeat me, in poetry.

Think this of punishment, nay a gift,

The words echoing across the rift.

These words waver, they do sway,

A mere slave of wordplay. ]]

[｡◕‿‿◕｡ Hawk Whitestorm 715]

((You messed up your last fourth line :shock:

This poetry must be the inner Asian in you coming out...

EDIT: Your last line could be a bit better:

These words waver, they do sway,

A mere slave, of simple wordplay))

[Taiga 764]

((You messed up your last line :shock:

This poetry must be the inner Asian in you coming out...))

[[ Poetry's structure, cares not of rhymes,

Simply a mechanic, to keep time.

Wherever it may wish to flow,

I do nothing, point and go.

Do not judge by race, my fine friend,

This riddle has no end.

For these words, the serenade of speech,

Show no end to preach. ]]

"A smirk upon the herder's face,

The mutterings leave naught but a trace.

The whisperings and shouts of the men upon Oren,

Show the situation, apart and warren.

He stirs in his dreams, ready to awake,

The callings of sleep, he must shake.

One word from his mouth, he does stress,

A word of light, Ill-um-in-us..."