At War - Poetry

At War

I am at war with myself.

Constantly.

I am sweet, kind, accepting, giving.

Then

I am mean, hateful, rejecting and selfish.

What am I?

Who am I?

I hate each form while in the other.

I am blonde, energetic, smiling.

But

I am dark, thoughtful and brooding.

I love you.

I hate you.

Light and dark collide within.

Eternally struggling.

Who am I?

What am I?

I want you.  I need you.  I love you.

No.

I desire you.  I hate you.  You need me.

I am lonely.

I love being alone.

I am at war with myself.

-Renny Hall

I Can't Recall - Poetry

I have died a million times.
And every time, my smile lies.
You see the mask, it covers my insides.
You fail to penetrate my disguise .

Even now, I rot away.
Dead again, but not to stay.
How much failure must I replay?
Too much debt. I can't repay.

My shell is cracked.  Inside I burn.
Hatred seething, unconcerned.
I scream out, but no one turns.
For sweet relief, my spirit yearns.

After hate, my sadness falls.
In the darkness, in my halls.
You think you've broken down my walls
But I moved them. Where? I can't recall.

Crimson Revenge - Payback in Blood - Part 7

Underneath the ruins of an ancient temple of the goddess,  in the Whispering Woods grew something foul. A thick stench filled the air. Death.

Many bones littered the once-sacred crypts of the noble high elf race. In an adjoining chamber, built for religious ceremonies, sat Malvissa Frozenheart in a throne of twisted roots and bones. Her eyes glowing red in the eerie purple firelight, emitted by black braziers, lining both sides of the chamber. Large demonic horns protruded from her head.  Long, sleek black hair reflected the firelight.

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At one time, she could have been human, but whatever she was now was far from humanity.  A large werewolf stood guard at her side.  On the other side of  her twisted throne stood an ugly creature with pointed teeth and greenish grey skin and a long tail that ended with an arrow point. An imp.  Clearly without a sane mind, the imp fidgetted and giggled intermittedly by his mistress's side.

The chamber had rows of ornate chairs lining a pathway from the door to the throne. Nearly every one of the chairs had a rotting skeleton slumped in it. There were close to a hundred chairs with skeletons in them.  Behind the row of chairs many glowing, red eyes of werewolves blinked in anticipation.

Malvissa stood then sauntered down the path, her hair trailing behind her like a wedding veil. She came to pause at the first skeleton slumped in a chair. With one finger she gently, seductively traced the lines of the skull, ending with the mouth. She grinned, though there was nothing but malice in her eyes.

"You have done well, my pets." she spoke as she glanced around the chamber at the many eyes watching her.

Malvissa returned to her throne, but did not sit. She turned to face the room. A werewolf gently placed a gnarled black staff, with a small skull fastened atop, into her hand when she reached out. She closed her eyes and held the staff in her hands breathing deeply.  Then, with both hands, she drove the staff into the ground with a loud scream and a devious look on her face.

Purple light snaked out from her staff across the ground, traveling to each chair, up the legs and all over the bones of each skeleton covering them in purple glowing light. Malvissa began to yell out her spell in demonic tongue.  The chamber began to shake, dust and rocks falling from all around.  A thick fog seeped up from the ground.  Some of the werewolves stepped back in fear. Some looked around, but the truly devoted werewolves grinned widely and howled with delight.

The chairs and skeletons shook, then the fog and light was sucked into the bones.  As Malvissa ended her vile spell casting,  everything and everyone was quiet. After several moments in silence, the bones began to wiggle... A finger here, a jawbone there.  The skeletons began to sit up in their chairs. When all of them were sitting, Malvissa gestured for all of the skeletons to stand.  Each of them stood and faced their Dark Mistress, awaiting her orders.  The werewolves began to clap and cheer loudly.  Malvissa smiled wickedly, enjoying the accolades. When she gestured that she wished to speak, the crowd became silent, eagerly listening.

"It is finally time, my pets!  It is OUR time! No longer will we dwell in the shadows of but a single forest. No!  We shall take our place in this realm! We shall take it ALL!" more howling and cheering.  "Too long have they hunted and killed us, my pets.  We are now the hunters!  They WILL FEAR US! They will run and they will hide. But they will join us...  alive OR dead! Let the nightmare begin!"

The crowd cheered louder than ever, excluding the skeletons who stood awaiting new orders. The Dark Mistress cackled with twisted delight.

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Ravvyn had found a small empty herb pouch in Joliset's backpack. She gently placed the acorn in the pouch, tied it, then placed it like a necklace around her neck. She tucked it under her clothing so it would not get snagged on a tree limb, or a creature claw...

Without the fire trail to guide her anymore, Ravvyn had to make an educated guess as to which way to head out.  She was deciding which way to go when suddenly the ground beneath her feet began to shake and rumble.  Ravvyn knelt to place one hand on the ground.  The source was under the ground and not an Earth Rumble...  Purple light snaked out of the ground turning the whole forest a purple glowing hue.

Ravvyn drew her hand back and stood to look around.  The forest had stopped whispering.  An eerie silence fell over the Whispering Woods.

Ravvyn blinked her lavender eyes. "Evil is coming." she whispered to herself, her heart filled with dread.

[to be continued...]

Crimson Revenge - Payback in Blood. Part 6

Mengtao, Cazora and Saberhagen had entered the forest and its dark, dank fog.  Cazora reached into her pack, pulling out two pairs of goggles.  These weren't just any goggles.  These were enchanted vision goggles, built by Cazora herself.  Not many knew she was a brilliant engineer and a skilled enchantress of items.  She handed one pair to Mengtao and put on her own.  Pressing a few calibration buttons and turning the nobs until she could see very well.  She turned to Mengtao,  gently tugged his face down and calibrated his goggles.

"Better?" she asked him.

"Um..."  He stammered as he realized he had been staring at Cazora's chest during the calibrating. He began looking around. "Yes.  Much better!" he hoped she hadn't noticed his ungentlemanly eye gaze. The last thing he wanted to do was treat her as anything but the breath-taking creature she was.  A person that he respected immensely.

Cazora continued on, seemingly unaware of the wandering eyes.  She knelt down by Saberhagen and whispered to him.

"Sabey. Can you see in here?" she asked.  The large feline made a a short purr sound to acknowledge he could see very well. "Excellent." Caz whispered as she straightened up.  She looked over her shoulder to Mengtao who quickly began scanning the forest. Cazora smirked knowingly.  "Are we ready to continue?" she asked.

"Mmhmm" Meng nodded, grinning. "Lead the way, General Cazora." he gestured politely.

"That's General Cazora Starfall to you,  Commander." she teased. Meng grinned widely.

Cazora drew her golden bow,  'Wing Fury'. As she held it,  the two wings of the design began to flutter their feathers, as if they were alive.  Caz readied an arrow from her magic, never empty, quiver. The arrow she took was replaced instantly with another.

The trio made their way through the forest.  It was a twisted mess of roots, dead looking trees,  ugly mushroom and spore plants squirting their noxious clouds into the air.  The air was thick and musty.  The smell was of decaying and rotting plant matter, mildew,  and something else they just couldn't place. With the goggles on, the forest took on creepy purple and green hues. There were cockroaches, ants and insects scurrying around, their bodies mutated and grotesque.  Some had extra appendages, others had pulsating pustules all over their exoskeletons.

Cazora wrinkled her nose in disgust as she accidentally stepped on a particularly large and pus filled larva.  It's squishy squirt sounds echoed into the forest loudly.

Mengtao looked at Caz with horror and disgust on his face.  He was not a fan of bugs... or pus. Cazora raised her boot up and a thick string of pus dangled. Meng gagged loudly,  covering his mouth and nose and clenched his eyes shut.  "That's so disgusting!" he gasped.

"Ugh!" Caz frowned as she scraped her boot on a nearby tree root. "This place and all that dwell within are tainted." she said, scraping.

Saberhagen snuffed the air.  Saberhagen's heckles raised and he growled.  They were being watched by many eyes...

Cazora looked up from her scraping and saw several pairs of glowing eyes blinking at them. Several growls rumbled from the forest around them that were not Saberhagen.  Mengtao pulled his bo staff from his back and took his stance.  "Incoming." he whispered.

A large werewolf emerged from behind a gnarled tree and lunged at Meng with teeth and claws as two others crawled menacingly toward Caz, snarling and slavering.  Meng ducked gracefully, flattening his body, extending his leg and kicking the werewolf squarely in it's gut as it sailed over him.  It yelped in surprise and thudded heavily against a tree.  Cazora swiftly released two arrows in such swift succession, her arm was a blur as it loosed and reloaded.  The two werewolves that had been crawling toward her were snarling as they clutched at arrows sticking from their eye sockets, before falling limply on the ground.

Another werewolf jumped out of the trees to her left, but she turned right, shooting more arrows at new werewolves advancing.  Saberhagen appeared behind the werewolf, pouncing on the back of it's neck, breaking through the skin with his long pointed fangs.  The sound of a loud bony crunch emitted from the werewolf who slumped to the ground, his neck broken.  Saberhagen released the dead werewolf as he shimmered and disappeared once again.

The werewolf that had fallen against the tree, was getting ready for another lunge. Meng twirled in the air, kicking the werewolf multiple times in the jaw before landing and taking his stance again.  The werewolf didn't get back up.  Mentao rolled forward like a furry ball, knocking down a couple of werewolves as they emerged from hiding to attack.  They fell over flailing clumsily as Meng stood and turned swiftly, bo staff in hand, to knock them over the heads. Whack! Whack!

Cazora was showering arrows at the other glowing eyes in the forest.  Each arrow produced an angry scream or growl.  Meanwhile Saberhagen was slinking around, pouncing on the enemies from behind to snap their necks.  A few moments later, Meng, Caz and Saberhagen stood together in a circle of furry bodies, panting from the effort.  Nothing moved.  The other eyes had disappeared, fleeing into the trees.

"I guess they bit off more than  they could chew." Caz laughed and finished wiping the bug goo off her boot onto a dead werewolf.

"Indeed." Meng agreed, smiling, as he picked up his pack, re-slinging it onto his back.

Saberhagen was visible and nonchalantly licking blood off his paws.  Cazora patted him on the head.  Stepping over the circle of bodies, she led the way onward once more.

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Ravvyn had awakened from her sleep to find herself drooling a bit onto Joliset's fur.  Joliset was still asleep in her giant Dire Bear form and snoring loudly.  Ravvyn wiped her mouth, embarrassed.  She hadn't slept like that since she was a mere infant.  The fog was still very dense, but she could tell it was daytime from the slightly brighter hue above.  She stood, brushing off dirt and moss from sleeping on the ancient cobblestone covered ground.

After awhile she decided to awaken Joliset, so they could continue on their journey out of this evil place.  She patted Joliset, "Time to awaken."

But Joliset did not stir.

"Time to awaken, Joliset."  Ravvyn said as she shook the bear.

Still nothing.

Ravvyn was now worried.  "Joliset!  Wake up! Joliset!  Joliset!"  She shook and patted the great bear, opening it's eyelids to look at it's eyes.

Joliset stirred weakly.  Snuffed her bear nose, then tried to get up.  She seemed very disoriented to Ravvyn.  "Change into your humanoid form, Joliset.  Can you do that?"  Ravvyn asked, clearly concerned.  Slowly, the cloud surrounded Joliset as she changed into her humanoid form.  She lay limply in Ravvyn's arms.

Ravvyn gasped as she saw the claw marks on Joliset from the evil spirits the night before.  They had changed color and were now obviously infected or poisoned as the wounds pulsated with long dark veins radiating outward from the wound.  "You have been infected."  Ravvyn said to Joliset who fluttered her eyes and groaned, breathing in small wisps.

"Can you use your Earth Magics to heal yourself?" Ravvyn asked. Joliset moved her mouth weakly, trying to asnwer.  Ravvyn leaned in closer to hear what she was trying to say.

"D.... dy...ing."  Joliset said.

"No!!  You can't die!  We...  There must be something I can do."  Ravvyn stammered.

"H....old... me..."  Joliset managed, as she began to swirl into one last cloud.  Ravvyn clutched at Joliset's body and began to cry.  Her hands were closing together in the cloud until they clasped each other.  The cloud dissipated and she held something very small and light in her hands.

She sobbed at the loss of the only person who had ever shown her kindness in this life.  Even though they had only known each other for a short while, she had felt connected.  Like a sisterhood.  Tears dripped down her face as she looked down, slowly opening her hands.  She held a small acorn with a white stem. "Ussta... abbil.." she sobbed.  ('My friend', in Drow.)


(To be continued...)

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Crimson Revenge - Payback in Blood part 5

Rennoewen stood at the edge of the Whispering Woods staring expectantly where she had sent out her flame trail over 3 days ago. The East wind had kicked up as a large storm of dark and ominous clouds made their way toward the camp. She had sent Joliset a couple of days ago. She only hoped Joliset and Ravvyn were both okay and would arrive soon. The wind fluttered Rennowen's cloak and robes gracefully, her hair flowing around her as she stood as still as a statue.

Cazora came to stand beside Rennoewen, "You can't make them appear there, no matter how hard you stare, my Queen." Cazora joked, attempting to settle Rennoewen's frayed nerves. Cazora noticed that Rennoewen had stood here nearly the entire day, only taking a short break every few hours.  Cazora knew Rennoewen was a worrier.  Her kindness, caring, and generosity was part of what made her such a great leader.  The people of the realm knew their queen truly cared about them and that she did much to maintain the health and happiness of her people.

The trail of light emerged brightly from the forest, snaking it's way to Rennoewen's staff.  As the trail ended and burned out at the top of her staff, Rennoewen stared hopefully and expectantly at the place where Joliset and Ravvyn would emerge any second now.  As time ticked by, her face lost its hope,instead turning to dismay.

"Oh dear...," she mumbled disappointedly after a half hour went by.

Cazora straightened up, adjusted her bow on her shoulder, "Saberhagen and I shall go find them, and lead them back, my Queen."

Cazora knelt on one knee before Rennoewen, one closed fist over her heart, head bowed, "My bow, my life,  are yours."

Rennoewen smiled and placed her hand upon Cazora's ebony-haired head.  "Do not go, only you two,"  she nodded at the empty shimmering space at Cazora's side where Saberhagen stood, invisible. "Take Mengtao as well."

Cazora looked up with surprise and grinned shyly.  Rennoewen smiled back, knowingly.  Cazora bowed her head respectfully, then took her leave to find Mengtao. Large paw prints appeared in the grass behind her as she led the way. Rennoewen turned back to stare at the forest, worry painted on her face.

The melodious sound of a smooth male voice rang out as Cazora made her way through the camp of tents. She and Saberhagen came to a stop at a large yellow and blue tent.  A large white and black, furry bear with humanoid features was practicing the ancient art of unarmed combat in a small dirt patch beside the tent.  His movements were smooth, precise, graceful. As he ended his routine, Mengtao, the Pandaren monk twitched an ear, turned to grin at Cazora.

"Greetings!  Of what do I owe the honor of your visit?" he asked one fist against his flat palm, head bowed slightly.  Cazora smirked as she walked toward Mengtao.

"Oh. Well..." she stood before him.  He was at least a foot taller than she. She fluttered her eyelashes as she gazed up at him. "I am in need of your assistance, Commander Mengtao. "

Mengtao smiled even wider, "Ah, I see.  Let us discuss it, shall we?" He politely gestured toward his tent with one open paw/hand.

"Indeed." Cazora stated seriously, taking a moment to glance around at who might be listening. None of the other parties seemed to have noticed the interaction at all.  All were engrossed in their own activities at the moment.  Lavineen, a blonde, female, blood elf paladin,was cooking over a campfire.  Ziggle the goblin was playing with her pet frog, Wibbit. Hawke, the large Viking warrior, was practicing his one handed sword and shield moves loudly and with much gusto. Szintra, the male blood elf shadow priest, was fussing over his hair in a gilded mirror. Chopa, the greatest tank and most unlucky orc, was laughing loudly with a group of other guild members somewhere in the camp. Crimson Revenge was a guild of the most skilled fighters, magic users and healers in the entire realm. 

Cazora walked over to the yellow and blue tent as if she were on official business. Once inside, Mengtao closed the tent flap then turned around to be tackled in Caz's passionate embrace.

"Oh Mengmeng! I missed you." she whispered breathlessly and kissed his face.

Mengtao chuckled happily.  He made a low rumble sound in his chest as he held her close to him and returned her kisses.  "As have I, missed you." he spoke softly and lovingly as he held her face in his warm, furry paws.

"Do you really need my help? Or was that merely an excuse to see me?" he asked playfully.

"Both, actually." she said as she stood back to hold his hands.

"Ah.  So, we are to venture into the Whispering Forest then, in search of our guild  mates?" Mengtao loved the thrill of adventure.

"Yes." Cazora wished it was not such a dire mission, so they could spend one last, comfortable night together. Instead, they had a dangerous mission from which they might never return.

"I will gather my supplies then." he turned and began to load a large pack.  Cazora made a disappointed face, then turned to leave. But before she could open the tent flap, Mengtao grabbed her, swept her up in his great furry, bear arms, and kissed her. She grinned up at him. After he placed her back down, she smirked delightfully, then left to get her own supplies ready.

Saberhagen sat outside, springing to his feet and sprinting after Cazora as she made her way to their tent. He knew they were about to enter that evil forest and he grumbled his dissent.

"I know, Sabey. I don't want to venture in there any more than you do, but we have a duty to our guild and our queen." Cazora spoke as they entered the tent and she began to pack.

Saberhagen appeared then,  snuffed his nose disapprovingly.  Then licked his lips, stretched and plunked himself down on the floor and grumbled again.

Cazora looked at him shocked. "Don't make me take Gara instead of you..."

Saberhagen sat up at the mention of Gara, the spirit wolfs name. He flattened his ears sadly, then made a soft kitten like-mew. He didn't want to be left behind.  So he submitted, rolling over on his belly and stretching his legs out toward Caz, playfully clawing at her cloak hem.

"Mmmhmmm. That's what I thought." Caz grinned as she pretended to be irritated and slap his paw away.

A short while later,  Cazora, Saberhagen,  and Mengtao were ready to go.  The guild members and Rennoewen wished them good luck as they waved goodbye.  Cazora looked at Mengtao and they exchanged an excited grin,  then stepped into the Whispering Woods. Saberhagen was ahead of them scouting in his invisible form.

'Joliset and Ravvyn were as good as found,'  Cazora thought confidently to herself.

(to be continued... )

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I. ~ Poetry

I am the broken plate

You threw upon the floor

I am the door jam

As you busted down the door. 

I am the promise 

You won't love me anymore 

I am nothing. 

I am the pain

As you scream into my face

I am the water on the floor

Displaced. 

I am the promise 

You will walk out of the door

I am everything. 

I am the mirror

Broken razor shards

I'm the losing hand

When you play cards. 

I am the promise 

You will walk out of the door. 

I am. 

I am the thousand

Lies you scream

I am the failure

In your hopes and goals and dreams

I am the crowd

When you make an awful scene

I am the promise

you will walk out of the door. 

I. 

Ode to Choppa

There is a mighty strong orc
Who was delivered by 100 stork
Born with a great axe in his hands
He became the best tank in all the lands

But...

There was only one hitch
He tumbled into every ditch
For though he was knighted
He was also far sighted

Choppa, so tall, his voice a low rumble
A kind-hearted soul,  yet so kind and humble
He went to the mines to mine ore for a bit
But he dropped down a bottomless pit

One time,  as I followed behind the old fellow
Choppa promised I could work the bellows
On our way to the forge
We ended up in a gorge

And this story's not done at fall 1 or fall 8
I could tell you a fall for each calendar date
Choppa fell down each cliff,  each crevasse, and each pit
He fell down each mountain,  each trolley, and each lift

He's tripped down each step of every stair
You often can see him fall passed through the air
One thing I find most endearing of all
 Is that after each tumble, each plummet, each fall
Choppa always gets up and dusts off with a grin
Turns to his friends and says, "Let's do dat again!"