[Random Posts] Tales, Myths, and Stories

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[Random Posts] Tales, Myths, and Stories

Postby wickedwinternick » Tue Nov 22, 2016 12:51 pm

Tales, Myths, and Stories


[Note, this is ALL considered in game, and there is a real character posting these. How true they are is unknown, and typically who writes them is completely unknown. This is posted for the enjoyment of others, and I hope people enjoy what they see. Updates will occur as often as can be done, and hopefully, I will be able to post many poems. Despite the note, you CAN remove posts on the board if you REALLY want to... just know it's been thought of ahead of time, and unless you are a guard (or headmaster of the academy) and have put a message for reasoning and whom you are, it will be replaced.]


Occasionally you may see a Masked Vagrant walk up behind the Notice Board, either in Cellsvich, or rarely, at the Academy in Tannis, and place a piece of paper onto the back of it. What you see from the behind of the Notice Board? Readable papers, some being old parchment, others being new, and some even being torn out journal pages. All sorts of different hand writing exists for each one.... as if these slips of paper came from all over, and were written by many people.


A rather obvious piece of people has been put up above the rest, perhaps you should read it?

Welcome to the back of the notice boards! What you will notice below is various literature from all over. Some may be true, others false, and some just to make you think. I do not post for any vendetta, and simply for the entertainment of others. I will post regularly, or someone may end up posting in my stead. Please refrain from removing anything posted unless you are a Guard. If you are a guard, please post a note of the removal, and why, so that way I do not put up a copy of the material due to expected miscreants.
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I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post One] A old piece of Parchment

Postby wickedwinternick » Tue Nov 22, 2016 12:56 pm

You decided to read the old parchment.


The Awakening of Hatred

Dividing borders
Soldiers just following orders
They do not naturally hate
Yet their will to zealotism they abdicate
They aren't born to such hate
Yet to that zealot, their will they abdicate
Abdicate their empathy
Give their sympathy to antipathy
In them awakens hatred
Not natural, but from strings so sophisticated
Puppets to zealots, who in turn are puppets as well
They do not know of their cycle, which is so stale
They will kill
Again and again they will
They were taught this hatred
By people who too were manipulated
So to the origin of this curse
May it end and disperse
For what innocence was the first to die
Let us not say to another abstract - goodbye


Written by an anonymous survivor of war.
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Two] A torn journal page

Postby wickedwinternick » Wed Nov 23, 2016 12:36 am

You look closely, observing the writing on this old journal page


20th Day
4th Month
242nd Year
Day before the Ritual


Night descends upon this old and frail mortal coil
Age has put this mind and poor soul into dark turmoil
But from the dust will return a deity
One to change everything in reality
Immortal and powerful, I shall defy fate
Death and I shall meet at a stalemate
For no other shall best me
Can't anyone just see
What greatness will appear before thee
I dare them to reach my scope and scale of power
For all before shall they shake and cower
From the dead air of the fools around me
Those of which failed to see
I shall become their new fate
They are far too late
And any other like me
Will too see
That I am lord
And none shall draw sword!
So from the dust rises a deity
One that will change reality!

The time is nigh
Let the new god's power reach the sky!
Damn all those who speak and lie
For my time of power is nigh!


From the Journal of Farris Severan, a reportedly failed lich
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Three] Torn journal page w./ dried blood

Postby wickedwinternick » Wed Nov 23, 2016 1:49 am

You observe the older journal page, dried blood painting the lower right corner. There was no title, only words.


This place is hollow and empty
The dead around me are plenty
Blood and ash damn the dead air around me
All over a cause so petty
No more nine lives
Out in these fields, nothing survives
What is first to die is not the truth, but the innocent
Destroyed and killed by the militant
I remember my first kill
The body forever to be still
And yet was I the hero, saving my own people
Or was I the villain, killer of innocent townspeople
As I remain here with this fatal flaw stuck through me
With nothing of the future that I can see
Yet question I have to pose
Was it right, or wrong, what I chose
As I perish alone in these fields of sorrow
Exiled from the land of tomorrow
As I seek comfort within the dead air
I leave this world with my horrified and fixed stare
Yet I must still ask
Why did I do this disagreeable ta....


Found on a skeleton in the sands of Gold.
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Four] A tattered piece of paper

Postby wickedwinternick » Wed Nov 23, 2016 5:26 am

You observe a tattered piece of paper. What is written on it seems to be written hastily, but it is still readable


Bystander of the Abyss

These spectres of the past will not refrain from traversing my mind
I can feel my sense of sanity slowly going blind
Questions posed everywhere, yet they are not mine
I do not think I am so very fine
Answers appear everywhere, but not the ones they seek
I feel my sanity starting to leak
Was that blood theirs, his, hers, or mine?
I do not think I am so very fine
Insanity is what lords over me now
Worms slithering from under my brow
I have weird bugs rattling in my brain
I still hope and think I am sane!
Still, such bad thoughts are hard to keep dead
Hopefully nobody finds where I put my head
For surely such ailment is contagious
The thought of treatment is so outrageous!
Yet they knock on the door this late day
And with their entrance, there is nothing more to say!


Found and located in a burnt down cabin deep in the Cellsvich Forest.
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Five] A elegant piece of paper

Postby wickedwinternick » Wed Nov 23, 2016 6:37 am

You read the elegantly designed piece of paper. The penmanship is impeccable.


The Myth of the Grey Bloom

There once was a man who indeed had a plan
To stop evil in the best ways he can
To bloom life and mirth for those who deserve such
To whither away those who've taken far too much
Wretches shall cower
Mortal Flaw will cease to tower
For while the Grey Flower blooms for the mirth, the life, and the day
Someone must pay for this mortal decay
Perhaps this is a man chosen by fate
Or simply a self-chosen destiny they come to date
Perhaps it is many under the guise of one name
Perhaps it is one man that simply will not stay tame
They've likely seen things you could only dream
And perhaps they are someone you know that isn't whom they seem
So cheer and aid the grey bloom those of the right
Cower and fear for those of the blight


Told by a village elder from a travelling tribe found near Chatarunga
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Six] A open scroll

Postby wickedwinternick » Thu Nov 24, 2016 5:25 am

You decided to read this smaller scroll, the writing on it seemed impeccable.


The Tall Tale of the Unlucky Tail

I one day happened upon a Red-Tail down on their luck, indeed I did. This man was from a grand standing family, indeed he was, though it was sad that he missed what he could have had. You see now, you see now, this man had broken one rule, one rule indeed had he broken! His mother's father was quite a horrendous shite you see, one that sadly had both bark and bite! One might assume he was abusive or rude, but no no no! He was simply harboring one thing this Red-Tail needed! A title of honor. Since he bore the slightly curved blade of the Onigan combatant, he was indeed unworthy for such a title in the eyes of his mother's father! He was to be a knight, a grand hero of myth and legend, one of greatness, destined for grand acts of heroism that few could compete! Sadly, sadly indeed, he was cheated from such a honor due to this one simple deed, he practiced the blade of his father's craft, and due to that, his mother's father thought him daft! So he went away to here and fro, to all over, and even then he woe'd. He still lacked this title of honor, and not alcohol, nor lady, nor some poor unlucky tail, would ever cease his sorrowful wail! This of course was a few years in the past, so perhaps the Red-Tails bad luck couldn't last... but who's to know, and who's to see, what this Red-Tail might eventually be! Did I bother to mention he was PINK?! I know, I know, such chances of that are low, and you must wonder if this is a tall tale or if I have truly gone insane, but I bet you one day, one day indeed, you'll all see this Red-Tail doing at least one grand deed!


Anonymous Author, Ascending Authority and Action
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Seven] A old piece of parchment w./ unidentified stains.

Postby wickedwinternick » Thu Nov 24, 2016 5:39 am

You read this old parchment. It smells of ink... and alcoholic drink. The hand-writing seems like that of an elderly old man with little control of their hands.


The Lost Requiem


The more I see and too what I bear witness
The more faded it becomes; my remembrance
A charred requiem put to the pyre
A forming rage over the muffled choir
Sing now louder, sing now higher
Please raise thou voices! Raise them my muffled choir!
A trip to the past in which I so desire
O Sadness; the bridge burned by Requiem’s pyre!
I weep now at the ashes… all the memories now dust
My stalwart bulwark begins to rust
Now it seems it’s my mind that I can not trust
Howling to the wind, a fruitless venture
This sorrow born of loss, nothing can measure…
None can hear the boy who cried and howled
So quiet was he in shade of the choir long-ago muted
Soon he forgot to howl, so bad his memory, how it was diluted
Outsiders left to mourn the mute choir
Their final words from a unheard crier
“The moment of memory has long passed…
The final shadow of the lost is the one I now cast…”


Written by a deceased elderly man.
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Eight] A recent piece of paper

Postby wickedwinternick » Thu Nov 24, 2016 6:05 am

You decided to read the clean piece of paper. The hand-writing resembles chicken scratch, but is, at the least, readable.


The Blame Game

The play of the game
To shift away the blame
To put it on another name
But in the end it’s all the same
You are the architect of your despair
You are the architect of your disrepair
It is yourself that is the spirit of enabling
You are the cause of your own crippling
Why blame the rest of the pride
When it’s only you inside
Others can help you along
But only you can make yourself wrong
You’re the helmsman of your ship
Only you control the principles of your trip
Blame naught the devil
For it is you that brought yourself to such a low level
It’s only your own dark soul
One that will take it’s toll
The seeds you’ve sown are the seeds you’ll reap
These seeds are yours, the ones you’ve planted so deep
So forsake the game
And take the blame
For when you ignore what you’ve done wrong
The dark road of recovery can be quite long
So make right with your goals
Or it is you for whom the bell tolls...


Written by a paranoid writer.
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.

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[Post Nine] Framed Parchment w./ Cracked Glass

Postby wickedwinternick » Fri Nov 25, 2016 6:51 am

You decided to read the parchment within the frame, despite the cracked glass obscuring some of the writing. The hand writing seemed to be rushed. Perhaps the last writings of a dying man?


The Sound Sleep of the Unborn


Eternal rage his living brother
At his unborn death was a weeping mother
Sorrow and Greed his Aunt and Uncle
Unaware of Peace and it's inevitable crumble
War, a deceitful Father
To cease and salvage, a idea it won't bother
So sleep soundly Unborn
Evade this foul and wretched world's scorn
Your name? Innocence
Your underachieved goal to bring the world penitence
The crimes we've written from the souls long gone
All of them hoped to see another dawn
So rest now, what was never awake
If only you had come, for mortal's sake.


The final writings of a doctor in war
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there

Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere

Why you ask?

For it is such a task!

Because a flying flubber nugget

Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.


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