Ben-Powell

-Banned for not seeing the simplicity.. the artistry, the Modern science, the god-complex, the beard, the amazingness of this .gif.

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Upon your travels, you encounter what seems like a plaque upon the floor, rested against it is an old and dusty journal, its pages old, crumbled and there are few noticeable that you are able to read, you do not know what peeks your interest about the book, but you are drawn to it, you begin to flicker through the pages, whilst reading you cannot help but feel sorrow, as pages through pages the handwriting changes, and half way through you realize, this was wrote by more than one person. ''I'm so excited! it is my first day as a guard, oh I love the old city, Al'kazar, it has it's... charm.. its streets so beautiful, it's residents friendly, this a fresh new start for me in Aegis, anyway the captain has asked for myself and some other recruit to patrol.'' Upon the same page you realize that there is a distinct happiness in the following paragraph. ''Hah! I found it, first patrol ever! and I found it! there's a bandit camp up in the mountains to the right of the city gates, they've sent someone to check it out, and dismantle it! Oh! and I also found some paper, I'm sure the novelist at the dock will have use for this!'' ''Heh, yesterday I made a pretty Minas on that paper, struck up a deal with the novelist to! anyway, I also met the king! what did I say? A new start! didn't realize it would be this quick!'' The following paragraph, scrawled quickly is seemingly written in grief, anger, and a promise of revenge. ''Philistines! Cowards! Damn it, I have to flee from this city, the captain of the guard is a terrible terrible man, in league with the bandits, to who's camp we found! I will have my Revenge I swear it!' The next few pages are crumbled, seemingly lost forever, you read on, noticing a changed man, handwriting still the same. ''There was a skirmish on the Golden road today, I lost two good men, admittable I did not know their names, I cant remember, but we drove them back, and our camp is secure once more damn Perea's men are getting stronger, and more numerous in their patrols, I have to meet a diplomat for the elven nation, as well as the commander for a group called the 'Storm Runners'' or ''Storm trooers'' I don't know, but I do not expect any good news from them. ''The first rebellion within these lands is growing strong, the diplomat known as 'lefthi' has promised me some support from the knife-ears, the storm runners have pledged their allegiance to me, and within this my men's moral is growing stronger with each passing day'' Several pages later, some covered in ancient blood, some just crumbled, you read on ''Damn it! where did that come from! our base with the Dark elves has fallen whilst we where away! our underground encampment has been collapsed, how is he finding out this information?! I suspect Vardak to be a spy, I cannot be sure, but we are marching to take winter fell, a settlement of Oren, several of its outlaying villages have claimed fealty to me, hah, the son of a farmers boy, turned guard, who became a outlaw, whom defied an empire, My men chant my name, and we have won more battles than we have lost, looting the dead for their weapons and armour. but my men are none the less are tired and drained, I have challenged the kings second, to end this conflict once and for all.'' The final page within this section of the book is scrawled quickly, drops of blood upon it, still readable, but in a way this distinct page, you cannot help but feel sorrow, ''I cant do this anymore, I am back to step one, it was an ambush, and whilst I was away Vardak led the kings armies into our camp, and slaughtered my men, I must leave now as this land is not safe for my new born sons. this will be my final entry, And if ever I return to these lands I will dig up you up, and I shall let you know fully of the joys that fill my heart, or potentially worst I cannot foresee the future but I know I will try and make a living for my family now as it is all I have left.'' By the ink used you are able to tell that it has been more than twenty years since the following chapters of this book, after the first paragraph it is obvious, a new writer. ''It has been a long time my old friend, I have some news for you; Vardak, that filth, I should of finished him all those years ago, he has become a renown member of the undead, and this time I will not let him go free, I am to find and slay the bastard, in the memory of all my men he slew, all of the men, women and children he is slaying, and for those he will slay if I do not stop him.'' '' So this is his infamous journal he kept? I'm sorry but father was slew today, I traveled all the way from our homeland in pursuit and I was to late, I swear, to avenge his death, but I can not do it alone, some on watchers have swore to aid me, my companions also, from this day let the banners of the order of the silver crescent fly high, and its blades swing just, I will bring peace to this land, I Ser Markus Powell swear this..'' the next few pages have been worn out, faded just like most of the book, to the ancient history of Aegis, but you scan through anyway, keeping hold of hope to find what is found out what has happened.. ''Hero of Galahar.. they yelled, as I walked away from the battle, hah I shall write from the start so if anybody reads this, they may get to know what has happened.. A vile, sadistic outlaw known as Ingot has besieged Galahar today, it was a quick battle, but none the less bloody.. Atop of the walls I looked down upon the horde of barbarians, outlaws, twisted noble lords, and watched as the king Ezie'kiels men drew string on their bows, in one singular moment their was two clouds of arrows in the air, and somehow surviving this, I watched as Ingots men charged the gates, It could not be helped, I quickly rushed down the stairs, killing two men as they came up still unknown to him if I had not, the king may of died that day, I then rushed towards the gates, my sword flaying everywhere, killing those whom attempted to enter, at this point the barriers had already come crumbling down.. Soon I was joined by some knights in my order, as well as several other soldiers. it lasted for what seemed like an age, I was starting to feel despair, when all of a sudden, the elves, those point eared bastards joined us! they drove ingot away, Victory is ours! and filled with adrenaline I helped the wounded, hah, funny, as I myself was shot within the first volley, a knee within the side of my thigh, ugh it still hurts.. I don't know how it started but as I passed, several people called me the hero of Galahar, Maybe it was because I sent of goblin to get the elves? Perhaps it was because of my actions upon the battlefield, I don't know. All I know, is that I have stopped a terrible thing..'' A time passed since the next entry, the book written with a distinct hope, and like the book is enchanted, you cannot help but smile whilst reading it. ''Heh, the battle of Oren, fighting undead outside their gates, two giants came, this was a siege and as I scanned the battlefield, gazing across the battlefield, these men are poorly equip, under trained, I have known fighting my entire life, but I doubt these have, I threw my slew a zombie, to whom was close to killing an unarmed man, and gave him my blade.. My fists flew everywhere, somehow killing these undead, not before long I was beset by a giant, I fought him off with my bare fists! ducking and turning, I didn't know how I would kill this thing, but before long men came to my aid, and soon the east was slew. I don't know what it is with these people, but they sure love me, 'The champion of Oren' they are calling me, Light knows what the next one shall be called..'' once more time has passed by the journals account, as prior to the following pages, the ages are crumbled, covered in blood, or to faded to even read, ''The prince of new Aegis, Heh.. A friend of mine; Casamir has requested my aid, and I understand, to the south rules a tyrant, one whom has led those lands for a short while, casamir designed the entire city, and the ruler tried to have him executed.. I believe the town is called Ashur, or something like that, that does not matter, as if I gain victory, I will call it ascella, A word that has symbolized hope for myself for a while now, my men will begin to march in one hour, I must prey now, I shall perhaps write to you if I lie through it.'' as you scan through the remnants of the pages, you come to the end; written in the center of it reads the following: ''A father'' ''A husband'' ''A king'' ''But throughout a friend.. Markus Powell has died today, in a hunting accident.. he never once demanded loyalty from his subjects, but instead gave it, he tried his best for everyone, I still remember the time he brought an entire caravan full of bread, and had it sent to the poverty stricken Salvus to be distributed.. His words, his family line, the hope he spread.. will live on, through this journal, through this plaque. I recite now, the first time I heard this man speak, it was prior to the battle of ascella, he looked down to his own men, the farmers that joined up, the rebels, gazing into each and every one of their eyes, and he spoke with a compassionate tone of voice..'' [ best to put this on, I was listening to it, as I made this speech... Suits rather nicely. ] ''My dearest people.. My soldiers, My friends, I people will die today..'' ''But I would give my life, so that each and every one of you live..'' ''I do not promise we will succeed in this battle, But I will be darned if we do not knock a few heads in whilst trying!' ''Know this.. I do not desire land, wealth or victory..'' ''I desire peace.. And that cannot be achieved through sitting around doing nothing..'' ''War is a vial creature, and it will take me..'' 'But remember, you fight for your homes, your families, -Your- future!'' ''Do not let the will of one man control it!'' ''Charge!'' ''A great man once told me, your fates are your own to rule, do not let -Anybody- else control it, we are all free men, and his bloodline, will be remembered..'' If you would attempt to take this book, a mysterious force would stop you, diciding to put it back ultimately, leaving it rested against the podium. [[ All the events spoken about prior, are entirely true, and have in fact been RP'd out accordingly, My fondest memories.. my speech that had quite a few people talking for a while recited word for word [ or as close as my memory see's fit.. ] Heh, I led two rebellions, on both my charactors.. the first ever rebellion that lord of the craft ever had, and then there was the one against galahar quite a bit later on Markus, these will all ways be remembered by myself, and I love them all ]]