The Twin Returns

[Blundermore 2741]

This Is the account of the return of the blood brother of Blundermore, Vainamoinen.

It was a cold and drafty night within the Tower of Aegionrun, Blundermore, blighted by the cold decided that he would just treat himself that night and sit down by the fire place.

Little did he know that he was about to receive a visitor that he did not expect at all...

Blundermore, sat reading by the fire side. Shadows creeping all around his room as the tower itself whistled at the sound of the harsh windfall assault by the very air itself outside. Blundermore took no notice of these sounds filling the air and continued to read on as he sat there by the fire.

Later on though, he started to hear strange noises on the air. Almost like shouting in the distance. He stopped reading to listen to these noises, but then decided to dismiss them as just "nonsense".

The sounds however, became more persistent. They started to sound like words even. Drawing closer... and closer to him. So close that they started to echo around the tower itself. Each echo sounding like a distorted shout of someone, but alas the shouts were disfigured by the echos of the tower.

Putting down his book, Blundermore looked around. Seeing that the fire had almost died out now he realized that he had been engrossed in that book far too much now. The tower was freezing cold. Chilling to the flesh even. Wrapping his cloak around himself, Blundermore raised from the seat to walk out onto the balcony. Still hearing the echos of a shout he wished to inspect.

Apon reaching the balcony, he looked out across the wind battered landscape of the Alrasian territories. All was presumably normal, except for this dastardly cold weather engulfing his tower. Grumbling to himself he starts to head back inside when he hears the shout even louder than he had ever before. Turning he peered out into the snow storm to see a figure of sorts trudging through the 5ft high snow drift with a walking cropped of sorts in hand. He sees that the man is struggling to battle the harsh conditions to reach his tower.

Intent to find out who this strange man might be, Blundermore turns and quickly heads back inside to head down the steps of the mighty, yet chilled tower of his.

He could still hear the echoing outside rebounding all over his tower like some bat caught in a cage. reaching the front of his tower door, Blundermore looked up at the very large stone and lapis door covering its' front. Thankful that he did not need to operate by pushing such a door, Blundermore slipped his hand across the switch that had been placed on the wall. With a small teak at the switch. A massive "clunk" sound could be heard. Gears could be heard. Pistons started to move. The entire floor vibrated as the door slowly started to retract itself into the walls themselves. A great whine could be heard as the doors started to open. As soon as the doors had started to do so, the wind answered and invaded the tower space of which the door occupied. Clutching the side of his wall to stop himself from getting blown to the ground, Blundermore peered out once again to see the figure but only 50 ft away at most. It was still very difficult to see though. The snow blinding was taking its' toll on the vision of the old man.

Peering out, the figure struggled, but slowly he was closing in. Closer and closer he came until finally his walking cropped made a satisfying "thlunk" on the stone slab of the tower steps. Wiping his eyes, Blundermore tries to get a better look apon the man in blue.

With a sudden realization... Blundermore's face turned. Looking apon the man that now stood before him he had but one thing to say.

"You look like goblin dung... Brother"

End of part one.

[BigManTing 9]

And so it begins.

[Blundermore 2741]

Part two:

The old looking man that now stood on the steps of the wind battered steps... his hood ruffeling in the wind who stood at near to the same high as Blundermore.

Leaning on his walking croppted in a similar fashion to how Blundermore did, he looked up with a sneer and said "and you look like a zombie's Arse...". They stood looking at each other for a few moments... Paused in thought at how the other would react until finally the Brother of Blundermore said "Well?! Aren't you going to let me in?! It is bloody freezing out here! my beard is turning into an icycle as we speak! I'm quaking in my straps out here you Bastard!" in a tone of annoyance and anger. Blundermore stood there as he listened and then said "yes of course... Do come inside! Great to see that this blasted winter has not cooled your temper at all..." in a sarcastic tone of voice. Waving his hand inwards as the winter malstorm continued to batter the front of the tower, the Brother stepped inside with his walking cropt in hand.

Putting his hand apon the switch again, Blundermore closed the the large door and again as before, the pistons and gears moved and shaked the entire structure. The wind began to withdraw itself from the room and retreated back out into the cold and lonely night outside.

Wiping himself off, The brother turned to take a good look at Blundermore and then said, "Brown... Brother? what ever happened to the robes you used to wear..." in an inquirative voice. "Well..." said Blundermore "Vainmionen, it is quite a long story as to how this happened but that is for later! Now we must get you warmed up... can't have my brother walking around wetted from the drift of the verge outside!".

Leading Vain to the start of the stairs of Aegisorun, Vain let out a cry of disgust and said "Damned be had! Brother!? You know I can hardly stand stairs... I'm too old as it is already for this." To which Blundermore replied "Oh come off it my dear Brother... It is only about 3 groupings of stairway till we reach the sitting room." in a tone that was encouraging but almost a little forceful also.

"Three Groupings of stairs!?" cried Vain again, but Blundermore had already started to climb the spindely staircase that whined up the tower. "There better be tea up there for all the good it's bloody worth..." Mumbled Vain as he slowly made his acent up also.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Blundermore was back in the same room as he was only a couple of minutes before hand. The fire still lay dormant in embers, the shadows that had onced pranced around the room had now all but died down completely... He decided to get the fire going again as the room was still as cold as it had been before.

By the time Vainmoinen had reached the top of the stairs, Blundermore had managed to lift a few pieces of log into the fire and was now sitting waiting for him. "Ah..." said vain, panting as he went " I see you have a fire growing indeed... it is a lot more hosbitable in here as than what it was down there". Walking across the room, he sat down at the table that Blundermore also occupied. Turing to warm his hands apon the fire that lay in the fire place he asked in a smug voice "So... What has my twin brother been up to indeed..."

end of part two.

[Blundermore 2741]

There they sat... For hours on end. Talking about all their bouts during their time apart. They talk of the old mischievous things they used to get up to as small children. Like the time they summoned spiders into their sister's hair when she wasn't looking. Or when they dyed their teacher's bird cyan blue...

The two old men laughed as they reminisced of the travels they used to go on. The things that they used to get up to... and home. Home that they deeply missed was also conversed more so. Of the grass and the pond that lay outside. The birds that used to chirp in the trees, the sullom tower apon the hill they used to adventure into as small boys. Home indeed...

Blundermore talked of the adventures he had. The dark tales that was endured in the final days of Aegis and the race against time to find the map. He spoke of the foul deeds and places that were traversed to find such things. Of the, wound... that was taken on from the overlord. The scare that will never truely fade. He spoke of the people he befriended. Of Aleryn and The preceptor Shoi. Of the High preistess Chrisdena. Of the body guard Urasept and his dealings. Of Ellser and Tot and their ways. Of Shoi's two children and their michevious ways also that tickled Vain as much so for how much it reminded him of themselves at that age. Of Selina the Seersest. The FOA and their old ways, and of the Sages, and their return and departure again so either through dissapearance or death.

The night was both joyous and sollum at the same time. Many a tear jerking moment was to be had as these tales were told.

"Oh brother" said Blundermore, "had only if you had the chance to see Aeriel's keep. It was truely marvelous in the summer months that were had there." He peered into the fire as he said so, pausing for a moment before saying: "and now it is gone... like all things that was once tangible in that land. We have now lost it all now." he said in a sollum tone of voice. "Everyone has lost so much in such a short amount of time... the wounds of the many will truely never heal even under this new Sun." he said as he let out a sigh. Vainmoinen peered out to where the balcony opening was... seeing the malstorm outside. "Many have lost much indeed... I just wished I could see our home again on last time. To see their graves again." Turning to look at Blundermore again. "We never even got to say our last goodbyes to them... and now they are trapped in a ruin of a land. How vain indeed that such an end would come to their resting places. We may be quite old now but I still miss mother and father ever so dearly. Do you think... that he? You know... desecrated them in their graves as well? Like the rest of the world?" said vain in a mournful tone. "I, don't know..." Said Blundermore as he turned away again.

end of part 3

[Samson Option 9652]

[Kudos for the well-written Lore, I see an author in our wake ;)]

[Aandie 51]

Vainamoinen eh? As a finn, that tickles me from inside. D: ))

[Blundermore 2741]

-reserved-

[Aislin 4354]

((Awesome, Blundy!))

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.