The Tale Of Jack

[firespirit44 1323]

The tale of Jack

What he would look like

The gale and wind howling outside his dimly lit room, causing vision to be shortened to no more than a hands width, before being blurred by the constant blizzard and snow. The glass emitting a cool aura around it, making the room stone cold.

Suffering, haunting. The ghost of his past looking at him. He stares into the glass panels, one hand touching the glass, as he sees the reflection of his weary face and those in his mind.

His face covered in a trademark black gaitor, complete with a black hood and black robes, it was plain, unadorned, simple, unnoticeable. But much has happened over the course of 50 years, and it has grown to be a part of him. The only thing visible in his reflection that shows any humanity is his blue eyes. Once sparkling with life and fun, it became a dull blue now, like that of the unpolished lapis lazuli. His skin around it turned spidery, the only thing to distinguish his age from when he first donned this outfit so many decades ago.

Edmund Sheffield. Gaius Marius. Martin Loyala. Samuel Bealcrest. Cataris conDoin. Tyrellius Arithmar. Horus Harthorn. Hell even that twerp Commander Nical...

They knew naught what he had done to them, life was a lie. A play within a play, a never ending cycle of a cliched drama. Actor after actor, held together one small strand of identity, or what was left of it known as Kai.

It was always Talk to them, make friends with them, obey them. Be useful to them. It always ends up this way. Made friends with one day, killed them the next. Oh what a terrible tragedy. I'm sure the theaters would never be able to sell this story...

Identity crisis, thats what they called it. Layer of layer of people who were not really you. Actors that stuck part of their scripts into their personalities, even though it was never meant to be there. Scattered fragments of memories. When you dont know who you really are anymore.

Cant stand looking at himself anymore, he walks across the plush carpeted floor of the home he doesn't actually own. He just took it, like everything else he has. He sprawls upon his large bed Praxadis is supposed to be sleeping on. Probably deep in the mines again, lost for months and years. It was a lovely plush bed, with red silk quilts, and fluffy soft white pillows. He stares at the ceiling, memories slowly coming to the surface...

It started with that accursed newspaper company. The Aegis Time. Cant decide whether or not he loved or hated that man, Glamdring. He ran all over Aegis thrice in his younger days, talking to people, laughing with them. Weeping with them. Patriotism bubbling inside him, he served Oren and its people to bring the news of corruption to the limelight.

The Aegis Times forced out of Sunspear, formerly known as Kramroe, Glamdring tried to continue, but he died a broken man[or elf]. His fame and fortune tossed into the pit of flames. Edmund came forward, seeing my usefulness with Sting. Help rid corruption, by diving head first into it. It was a decision that forever changed my life...

Infiltration after infiltration, each lasting no more than a few months. Nothing worth knowing about these small guilds anyways. Politicians were on a low, having seen Queen Ivrae's wrath and power, she controlled Edmund like a puppet, and Oren as a whole as well. Scouting, recruiting people into what I called the Shadow Hand. Good men, who wanted nothing but to serve Oren.

I was kicked and reinstated into the Teutonic Order thrice, Gaius never fully trusting me. Smart man, he should have never let me get to where I am now. But with his death, the rest foolishly believed in me...and now I have Samuel Bealcrest's blood on my hands.

He glanced at the mechanical noise coming from the bedside table. A golden clock, intricately carved and filled with patterns of the sun and moon, showing the progress of the day behind its glass casing. A 'gift', from Ventraux. After he slew that bloodmage. More like he had too much junk in his satchel to fit this in anyways. He reaches for it, and holds it in his hand, staring at it with unfocused eyes. His mind wandering off down a different track...

I've achieved all that there is to desire. Wealth, fame, respect, 'friendship'. I do not care for love or having a family, my brother in arms were enough for me. I've done it, the most any man could possibly want for in life. But why do I still feel so empty...? Gaius, you always steered me onto the right path whenever I lost conviction, whenever I lost faith! Oh Gaius, why did you have to die before me...

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The mechanical rhythm that shows no emotion. The clock, despite all its fancy-ness, is still nothing but a tool to measure time anyways. It has seen the death of sunset, and the birth of sunrise numerous times. Kai focuses on it now, his eyes crinkling into that of sadness and regret.

I wish I could be like the clock, forever content to record and toil for the sake of just toiling. Its more useful than me now anyways....

He whispers to himself, so softly no one else but him would hear.

"My time has come...to leave this place......Forever."

Mirtok is a fine leader, he can shoulder anything by himself. Velwyn is a more capable man than I ever will be, and Garett is Garett. Hehe. My brothers can take 5 men each, and my worth is non now....

He rises reluctantly from his soft bed, packing his valuables and some dried supplies for the road. Bread, beef jerky, coins and diamonds, gold and iron ingots. A diamond axe hanging on his belt, a small flask of his favorite ale, a hobby he had in Al'Khazar.

Heh, maybe I can go find Lucas Black, and see whats he up to. I have nothing productive to do anyways...pester him to tell this old man stories until I finally set foot in my own grave....

With a heavy heart and a empty soul, he adjusts his muffler, tightens his straps and walks out of the gates, leaving the city in a blizzard of snow, the footsteps slowly covering up as he walks into the distance, never to be seen by anyone, the way how he preferred it.

[After almost a entire year, I am retiring Jack as my character. I shall choose a new one soon, I hope.]

[The_LockSmith 1]

That is a great story, Great Job!

[Trouvo 205]

QQ no mention of me

[Aislin 4354]

No mention of me either? For shame.

Great story and sad to see a political villain like this go.

[firespirit44 1323]

Oh come on you two. I didn't murder/betray either of you! You two are so not haunting my dreams. And did I mention the people in the list are dead/missing?

Thanks for the kind words though :D

[Religious_Pie 127]

*Looks at the Grave of Horus*

Q__Q

As was said by Aislin, sad to see such a marvelous character leave.

[firespirit44 1323]

I'll be totally honest Pie.

I edited you in afterwards.

Lol.

[Samson Option 9652]

What can I say, I kept my friends close and my enemies closer ;)

[Dukester 120]

((Wow, I love this))

[firespirit44 1323]

What can I say, I kept my friends close and my enemies closer ;)

What can I say? You made me feel special <3

[steelersfan1221 300]

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