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Fables: A collection of children stories.
The Narrator 1:07am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Basically, this thread is a collection of stories gained and compiled into a book by the time Grimm Wars 2 rolls around. Accounted a classic in that era, the stories are distorted and changed as only time can do, but each one has a grain of truth and possibly more in turn. Heehee. Stay tuned. And enjoy. EDIT: If you have a character request you wanna see "Fairy Tale'd" up, ask me in mibbit. Also, feel free to write your own if your fancy strikes. Edited 1:34am, July 11, 2013 by The Narrator, author.
The Shy Prince.
The Narrator 1:10am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, in a kingdom of glass slippers and true love a child was born. The youngest son of royalty, weak at birth but beloved despite it. Christened "Severus", he and his siblings grew up, their every desire fulfilled and showered with love that in no wise eroded their basic natures. For his part, Severus grew up into a childhood seeking wonders, wherever he might find them. Gears, clocks, mechanical devices was his passions though others, thinking him secretly mad to spend all his time at them eventually passed him by. Their activities alien to the young prince and vice versa. For Severus, what did he care? There was nothing out there, to compare he thought with his own projects though later, he would be proven dead wrong. It was a fine day, and thinking to obtain his own required parts for what he was working on, Severus opted to walk out of doors himself. Taking to the streets with every indication of enjoyment. It was market day, and the wares of many farmers, craftsman and merchants were laid out for the eyes to see. Silk from Agrabah, ivory statues of the Old Kingdom, copper pots and brass gleaming so bright as to shine. And the smells! A canophy of scents, perfumes and magecraft. Incense and herbs from all over. One could conceivably find anything there, but it would all pale compared to what he beheld. It was a chance meeting. Not a word was spoken, not even eye contact was made. Nevertheless, it would be Severus's first real look upon someone he had never seen before. A slender maid, elven in appearance as behind her, carrying her purchases was a large manservant though it was for her his eyes would be for. Her delicate mouth pursed in a small frown and with eyes a clear blue, she presented a picturesque image of contemplative beauty....And then she smiled. At something said or perhaps simply because, he didn't know save for the fact that he had to know her name. He returned to the palace, out of sorts and disturbed and all who knew him marveled to see the change. His tools, once lively and busy were now undisturbed and left on their workdesk. His books, paged through time and again had been left on the shelf for longer then ever and he spent his days often in the family garden or out towards a certain room beloved by the royal family for what it had meant to them. It was here his mother discovered him, seated as he looked upon the exhibit itself. It was both family heirloom as well as one of the crown jewels of the kingdom. A slipper, seemingly made of glass that had a story all of its own which Severus's mother suspected was his current thoughts. "Good day my son. What has ailed you so of late? Is it sickness? The servants worry, as does your family." For his part, Severus would have a thoughtful expression on his face as he regarded his mother, hesitating before remarking. "It is not sickness in body mother....But rather here." He tapped his heart and confusion on his features continued. "I have seen many maidens before....Both at your behest and at my godmothers, but since I have seen her I have not been able to think. Food is flavorless and my world seems all the more dark. But then I think of her smile, and all is right again. Mother, is this normal?" His mother smiled, wise in the ways of the heart as she nodded. "Yes my son. But desire alone will not gain you what you wish. Seek her out, and determine what sort of woman she may be, to have gained your eye." This was sound advice, and so Severus did so. Discreetly discovering all he could upon the woman he had saw in the marketplace. Her family was a great one in the realm, her father a paragon of virtue and Ivonne Constanze herself, for such was her name likewise beloved by all who knew her. And the more Severus watched from a distance, the more bedazzled he was by her though there was also much to make him despair. He was not the only one who had noticed her. And rivals aplenty there was, each one more daring and stronger then the last, least of all he. Compared to them, he was as a twig. And hadn't even the courage to face Ivonne himself, and so for some time he despaired. How best to present his suit....And in what way that would prove to his advantage? As he walked about town, he suddenly came upon a beggar-child. Weeping as she looked at a toy that had broke and turning aside, Severus took his tools and repaired it for her. Her tears stopping as she watched him work before Severus returned it and without a word, continued on his way. Some time after this incident, he blinked as he saw a noblewoman raise her riding crop against an old lady, and without a word, interjected by coming in between, arguing her case and leaving the old woman with a coin for her supper before he continued on his way. Finally, before he arrived home there was one more incident. A cat, that fell into a rainwater barrel which despite its pitiful mewling, no one approached to take out save for Severus as he came and dried the poor thing as best he could, though letting it to the ground, it dashed off instantly. It didn't matter. He would not have stayed for thanks even if it was so inclined or could, so helpless was his thoughts and that night, he slept uneasily. The next day, a proclamation was declared. An inter-guild tournament of swordplay, for all aspiring blademasters. Though when Severus raised a cautious query as to whether or not he could likewise join, his brothers roared with laughter. "Leave war-activities to the warriors". They said, finding it funny for their youngest brother to even contemplate lifting a practice blade. Humiliated, Severus fled their jibes to the city. To the home of two friend who might be able to aid him. His name was Zerin, and he was a wizard of some renown. The other was named Tito, who spent his days out in the streets. And Listening to Severus's problems, both nodded and rather then mocked, offered sage advice. "My friend, you cannot face them as you are now. So why not do so under another guise? Mask yourself, that none may know who you are and enter under another name. Then once you have won, unmask yourself that all may know who you are and your suit shall be won." It was a plan that pleased him, and Severus would go with it. Tito providing the details and Zerin's spells of masking that none may scry his identity. And so the day of the tournament came. The nobility and those who made their living by the blade showcasing their skills for all to see, until the following was announced. And a mysterious swordsman, all in blue and masked came to fight. When questioned, he gave his name as "Victor Van Damne" and like the others, declared his intentions to fight in the name of one of the women in the audience....Lady Ivonne Constanze. Which caused no end of hubbub. Who was this stranger, to declare so boldly? None knew though his skill was great. Speed rather then strength characterized him and he fought and he fought....All fell before him, till his final rival appeared. By then, Severus was exhausted. His swordplay suffered and as a result, was struck down. The victor, seizing the mask and removing it to general astonishment. Severus was humiliated beyond compare. His plan hinged on winning. With such a defeat and defrocked in front of everyone, it was inconceivable that things would work as they will. His rival apparently thought so as well, puffing up with pride as Ivonne stepped from her place....And walked past him, not stopping till she came to the fallen prince before kneeling and speaking. "It is an honor to finally meet you your highness. I had often waited, wondering when you would do so." Severus was shocked and looked up at her, revealing such. Her smile turned amused now as she added. "Many suitors had come to me, but there was always one I had hoped to see among them....Did you think me ugly, to stay away so long?" All Severus could think to say was a single word. "Why?" Ivonne's response was to laugh, a light sound as she shook her head at the folly of men before remarking. "I was the beggar-child whose toy you fixed. I was the old woman you spoke for, as my sister played the cold noble well. I was the cat, drowning when no one took notice but you. That day in the market my prince, I took notice of you as you did of me....And what I have seen, pleases me in turn. For it is gratifying to know that the man you love possess that which is rarest...A kind heart." And from that day, he loved her forever. And was loved in return. The End
The Tale of the Bad Wolf
The Narrator 1:11am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, there was a wolf wondrous to behold. Her fur was white as snow and her movements as swift as the wind. So beauteous was she, that she attracted the attention of a Great Power as the North Wind took wolf form to be with her. From that union, a litter was born and the North Wind was proud. Though winds were always prone to change and one day without warning, he simply left. Leaving her behind to die slowly of heartache. Among that litter, the runt known as "Bigby" was especially affronted by this lack of loyalty. And declared often that someday he'd feast upon the pretender wolf for his perfidy, which inspired laughter often from his brothers. What did a runt know anyway? What could a runt possibly do? A terrible vow came then in response. The runt growling as he swore in front of his mother and brothers. "Runt I may be now, but not always. Someday, I shall grow large enough to consume the world. I shall always devour those larger then I, till the day comes when I feast on my fathers flesh and bone!" Perhaps there was something listening that day to the runt. Or perhaps some Great Power thought to amuse himself and grant his request. Nevertheless, he kept his word. Little Bigby started off with grasshoppers. And then mice...His prey growing larger and he growing with it. At the size of a cart horse, he was devouring Dire Panthers. At the size of a Dire Panther, he was devouring Dire Bears. He grew and he grew....His reputation spreading across the land as he fulfilled his vow. Villagers whispered of the Bad Wolf in the night. Of a massive shadow that ripped apart flocks, that consumed isolated villages. Hunting parties, wandering knights, monster hunters....All fell before his hungry maw. Till finally, he became one of the Great Monsters of the North. A ravening wolf in every sense of the word, hunger ruling his moves as his vow likewise did. In the end, it took three armies to drive him away and with fire and silver he was cast out. A new vow spoken as he remained in the shadows of what would come to be known as the Black Forest. "Very well. A new vow. No longer shall I hunt those lesser....All are without existence now to me. Alone I shall be....Till the end of time." And with a growl, he turned and vanished to his new destiny. The End
The Dark Man and the Wanderer
The Narrator 1:12am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, there were two travelers on the road. One was bright and cheerful to behold. His hair white and tied back and his eyes twinkling with mirth and merriment. When he spoke, it was always in a tone to suggest he was on the verge of honest laughter and slyness characterized his speech. His companion on the other hand, was of another bent. Though it was bright afternoon and sunny, his very presence seemed to suck all the light around him. He was a consuming shadow, his features obscured and only vaguely humanoid shaped. Atop his head, a crooked top hat would be cocked at an angle and he too, sounded sly though in another way from his companion. For a time, they walked in silence. Both taking solace from the quiet before they came to a crossroads where the first traveler finally conversed to the other. "Such a pleasant thing, life is!" His companion laughed quietly at that, before retorted. "By whose standards I wonder? Life is nothing but ruin and heartache. Make a person happy, and he'll rebel against it in any way possible." This of course, could not be left alone and both argued the matter till the afternoon turned to evening, and both were forced to camp for the night before the first one propositioned the following. "Why don't we make a deal? Let us both journey and return, in one weeks time to this spot. In our search, we will endevour to find the happiest man or the saddest. Once done, we shall come back and challenge the other to turn that persons life from one or the other. If you can manage to do so, then good. Though I have faith enough that I can make anyone happy." The Dark Man laughed aloud at that, louder now as he held out his hand under the crossroad's sign. "You have yourself a deal." And so, both believing they got the better of the other, parted ways the next day in their search. A week soon passed by, and both returned. Each one convinced they were superior as the first who initiated the challenge spoke. "I have found a man, happy and proud. He is in love and is loved in return and a bright future awaits him. I do not doubt there is anything you can do to stop it." To this boast, the Dark Man merely chuckled and would soon be gone. Returning in the space of a few days, he spoke triumphantly. "I have reduced this happy man of yours to abject sorrow. The one he loves, is in the arms of another and wed to boot. His future is dashed, and his faith in the basic nature you adopt is likewise ruined. There is naught to bring him from the Darkness I have crafted so well and carefully. Will you not admit your loss now?" To that, the other shook his head solemnly. "My, my that does sound serious. Why don't you show me this man of yours?" Trusting that he had this bet in the bag, the Dark Man would do so. Taking him to a kingdom, where an entirely different scene would be shown. As on his knees, the man formerly reduced to the state shown would have a serene look upon his face as his head rested upon the knee of the woman, seated as she smiled. Tears in her eyes, but glowing with happiness despite it. And smiling, the first spoke to his dark companion. "Life is wonderful and bright precisely BECAUSE there are people who fight to keep it that way. In sowing ruin, you actually contribute to the pursuit of happiness for there is nothing so beloved as that which people fight tooth and nail to keep." And raging, the Dark Man vanished on the spot for he knew he had been beaten. The End
The Fool and the Witch
The Narrator 1:14am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, there was a Fool who journeyed alone. He was a somewhat tall figure, his height exaggerated by his fine, top hat. And everywhere he went, his simple way of greetings and honest laughter won him friends by the score. Though one night, he came upon a village whose spirits were dull and low. Unlike the other places he had passed through, the people were enclosed. Their windows and doors barred against the dark and the night and it puzzled him mightily. He could not get shelter for the night, and so made up his mind to head for the hills that he might find some sort of place to sleep. Instead, he came upon a witch. An imperious figure, dark and tall whose gaze scorned him for the fool he was, so beneath her was he. For his part, the Fool being polite bowed from the waist and spoke. "Good evening to you my lady! And what are you doing this fine night?" In return, the witch replied. "I am weaving my most fell curses, my darkest spells that I might avenge myself of a slight that this place has done unto me." The Fool, feeling this was a wee bit harsh shook his head sadly as he spoke. "That's too bad. I had hoped to get to know this place better. Is there anything I could say that could change your mind?" This was such a shock to the witch that she looked at him with wonder before laughing, her fancy tickled as she spoke. "Then listen closely fool...For this is what awaits. Down below in the village, I have cursed one of their number to become a ravening wolf. By the full moon tomorrow, that person shall transform and ravage the village I despise so. If you can discover who it is before it happens, I give my word that I shall leave the village alone." Listening carefully, the Fool pondered. His hat removed briefly to scratch his head before grinning widely as he stuck out his hand for a shake. "Deal." This was far greater amusement then the witch had dreamed. The Fool would seek, fail and be ripped apart with the rest of them. Perfect, and she would retire to bed. Waking up the next day, the witch would receive reports that the Fool had done nothing more then pick flowers in the meadow, giving bouquets to every villager below. She laughed again, long and pleased by her wickedness and the simple-mindedness of the Fool. She would enjoy hearing the screams of pain and death that would come from her curse. Atop the hill that night, the full moon shining she waited. But there was nothing. No cries, no howls. Just silence and peace. Could it be possible? And curious, she flew down to see what was going on and at the local inn, would be shocked anew. There, among the people of the town would be the Fool. Leading a dance of celebration, the bouquets everywhere as the Witch realized what it truly was....Aconite. Also known as Wolfsbane....An herb that suppressed the curse she had chosen for this villages Death and raging, she vanished in a spurt of flame, never to return. As for the Fool, he enjoyed the new friends he made and would leave on cordial terms. Back on his journey of wonder. But that's another story. The End
Zerin and the Vault of Primal Darkness
The Narrator 2:14am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, in a city-kingdom long ago there lived a youth unlike the others. In a class of apprentice wizards, he shone above the rest. Cantrips that others would struggle with seemed easy in his hands and this excited jealously among his classmates. Who was this boy, who harnessed such power greater then them, who had spent more time at their studies? Zerin, for such was his name paid them no heed. He was there to learn, and rivalries such as those which characterized his classmates were alien to him. And so he sat and learned, wishing to have no part of it and ironically, exciting all the more hatred towards him for his skill. The eldest apprentice among them however was sly and cunning. And pretending friendship, he took Zerin into his seeming confidence till the day he deemed ready as at their table, he sighed heavily. Zerin, concerned for his friend asked. "What troubles you that you would sigh in such a manner?" Sighing again, the Eldest shook his head sadly as he spoke. "Alas my friend, this is something beyond even one of your skills or even our master. For my father is ill, and his life is fading even now. I just got the news this morning." It had certainly not come into Zerin's head that he could be lying, as with dismay at his friends misfortune he spoke. "Is there anything I can do to help? I'll do anything." Which was exactly what the Eldest was hoping for as he nodded and remarked quickly. "I am pleased to hear you say that Zerin, for there is something you can do for me. Beyond the city, over the seven jeweled hills and in the mountains there is a cave. Known as the Vault of Primal Darkness where the Elixir of Life is said to be kept. A drop of thus would surely save my fathers life!" And as he listened, Zerin grew despondent for the true nature of his false friend revealed itself in such a request. For the Vault of Primal Darkness was the reputed home of the Dark Man, who devoured all who came to his door for his treasures. But he had promised and with a heavy heart, he took staff and cloak in hand and walked out the door. Resigned to his eventual fate, when he bumped into the following. The Sorceress, Ivonne Constanze who noting his despondent looks remarked. "Friend of my lover, what ails you so?" In reply, Zerin remarked sadly. "I go to die, for I have promised to go to the Vault of Primal Darkness, and retrieve the Elixir of Life." Ivonne contemplated this briefly before shaking her head. "You will not surely die, not if I can help it." And removing a ring from her hand, she passed it over to him as she spoke. "Twist it once, and aid will come for you. More, I cannot do." Taking the ring, Zerin nodded in thanks and as he walked on his way, he soon came upon another. Tito, lounging lazily in a doorway though seeing Zerin so sad he called out. "Why so glum my friend?" Repeating what he had said previously, Zerin would share his story and it would prompt the following as reaching into his pocket, Tito produced a pocket-watch which he gave to Zerin. "Throw this down upon the ground in time of need, and aid will come. More, I cannot do." Zerin thanked him, and once more was on his way upon the road, far outside the city when he ran into the following. A man, hooded and masked who seeing his face remarked. "What is the matter my friend? You look as though you face the gallows." Upon hearing Zerin's story however, he nodded sagely and removed his own cloak and passed it over to him. "In time of need, raise the hood and aid will come. More, I cannot do." Taking heart, Zerin said goodbye and would soon find himself at the mouth of the Vault of Primal Darkness. Bleached bone and remnants of teeth everywhere as he steeled himself and strode inside. It was pitch black, and Zerin could not see a thing and so twisting the ring Ivonne had given, a sudden flare of light would emit from his hand. Living fire, lighting his way and thus guided he avoided the worst of the pitfalls and traps. Eventually, the light faded and the sounds of snoring ahead came to his ears. The Dark Man fast asleep, and the Elixir of Life just out of Zerin's reach. And so he grabbed the pocket-watch from Zerin and flung it to the ground, the shattering sound awakening the Dark Man and the pocket-watch transforming into a spider as it scuttled off and drew the Wrath of the Dark Man, who followed it. His way clear now, Zerin moved quickly to grab the Elixir of Life, when a howl of rage behind him caused him to jump. The Dark Man had returned and seeing the back of Zerin, snarled. "Thief! Fool! To rob ME in my Vault of Darkness is to court death itself!" But Zerin would remember his final gift and flinging his hood over, he would vanish...Teleporting back to where he started, the wondrous cloak having aided him. Within, he presented the Elixir to his false friend, who was greatly surprised to see Zerin yet alive though Zerin merely smiled and spoke. "All is forgive my friend, and to prove it I make a gift to you of my magical cloak as well as the Elixir." His greed overtaking him, the Eldest Apprentice nodded and took both, throwing upon the cloak at once though when he stepped out the door, the Dark Man was waiting. And seeing the Eldest wearing the cloak of the thief in his vault and bearing the Elixir as well, he swallowed him in one gulp. The End
The Tale of the Tiger-Eye
The Narrator 2:50am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, in jungles hot and humid there lived a tribe whose lives were relatively peaceful and ordered. What was, simply was. What was not, was obviously not. It had always been so, and it would continue to be so in the years that passed, generation after generation. That summer however, the tribes chief took ill and there was no medicine that could cure him in their village. To that end, a quest was declared and three of the villages strongest warriors rose up to declare their worthiness. "I am the strongest" bragged one. "So I should go." His neighbor shook his head as he bragged of his prowess. "I am the swiftest! So I should go!" The third snorted and shook his head at the folly of his fellow warriors. "I am the wisest. Therefore, I should go!" And they fell to arguing, and might have fought then and there when a voice declared above them all. "I will go!" It was the youngest warrior of the tribe, a boy named Morghet. Unproven in battle, having speared nothing more then fish he would be laughed at to scorn. Unproven warriors had no place in such talks and paying him no mind, they decided then that each one would go one at a time. The strongest would go first, coming soon to a cliff high and steep. Using his strength, he climbed upwards and made it halfway before becoming exhausted and falling. And so the first warrior was killed. Time passed and the swiftest would make his way. He would find himself at the cliffs and surmising it was easier to find another way, his fleetness would allow him to do so. Eventually, he would come to a canyon where every whisper was magnified a hundred fold. The moment he took his first step within, the sound would trigger a stampede and he would be crushed under their numbers. And so the second failed to accomplish his task. The wisest, learning from those who went before would be sure to pack carefully. Following the trail blazed by the second, he came to the canyon. And using rope which he had packed, he created a bridge to bypass the stampedes. Though at the end of his journey, at the temple of which the cure was being held he would meet its guardian....A massive Dire Tiger who growled and asked "What is the thing all men hold dear, yet risk every day?" He could not answer and thus was torn to pieces. And so the third failed in his task. Back in the village, the chief continued to waste away. And Morghet repeated his words that he would go and washing their hands of him, his village allowed him to do so. And so Morghet traveled, coming to the cliffs. He pondered how best to cross it. Time was running out, the trail from before would not be as effective now when he noticed a tiger stalking its prey. It lurked, crouched in the underbrush as it stalked closer and closer...And in one leap, came out of hiding and with a mighty blow of its claws, killed the pig it was hunting. And Morghet knew then what he must do. Spending his time crafting climbing claws, he made his way up the cliff. The extra support aiding him as he made his way over them and with time to spare, to the canyon. The rope ladder by then had wasted away, but Morghet was undaunted as he stalked through the canyon as though he was a tiger himself. Again, following the example of what he had seen. And so the canyon was surpassed. Finally, his feet took him to the temple itself where facing the dread guardian, the question was repeated to him and Morghet contemplated carefully...Before again, remembering what he had seen and looking in the eyes of the tiger, spoke without fear. "His Life." Such of course was correct and Morghet would be free to gain what he had come for. Returning in triumph to the rest of the tribe and once the Chief was healed, he asked him. "How was it you succeeded where the others failed?" Morghet would simply reply in turn. "Before, you sent men. When you sent me, you sent a tiger." And from that day on, he was known as Morghet Tiger-Eye. Warrior of the tribe. The End
The tale of Bluebeard's Curse
The Narrator 3:21am, July 11, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, there was a father who had three daughters, each one lovely and fair. The youngest was named Viola and she was a studious girl who loved her father dearly. One day, a traveler came to their door. A noble named Lord Giles De Rais and the family received him with as much hospitality as they could, which pleased him mightily as he spoke. "For such kindness as you have shown me, I am willing to marry any one of your daughters that you deem. To take them away from this provincial life for I am quite wealthy." The father was torn. To refuse was to insult the noble, but Lord Giles De Rais had a black reputation and to say no might incite his wrath. But nor was it something he could easily do, letting his daughters in the hands of such a blackguard when Viola spoke timidly as she lowered her eyes. "If it pleases Lord De Rais, I am willing to go with you and become your bride." Her father and sisters were devastated but it was too late. And so the next day, she went with them to Lord De Rais castle. Within, he spoke to her and remarked. "Everything in this castle, you may visit. Save for the room of the West Tower, which is forever barred to your sight." With this restriction in place, she would explore when her husband-to-be was gone. The servants were kind to her, but everyone of them was under a pall of fear of their master. And so her mind was continually upon the West Tower and one day, knowing Giles De Rais had left on business, she headed there. Turning the key in the lock where she saw the following. A charnal house, a room of slaughter. The strewn bodies of maidens and more surrounding a foul altar where a chalice of bone awaited. She had seen enough, and would turn to run. Her skirts trailing a little blood in her haste as she quickly locked the door again. Her bang caught in her panic as she simply leaped off and away down the stairs. That night at dinner, Lord Giles eyed Viola strangely before he asked. "Why do you look so pale my love?" Viola shuddered inwardly as she spoke. "I am merely cold from the open windows my husband-to-be." He nodded and they continued to eat before he spoke again. "What happened to the hair that once dangled from your brow my love?" Now Viola was feeling more scared as she barely suppressed a shudder outwardly. "There was an accident today in my chambers, though I am quite alright my husband-to-be." The silence stretched on horribly now. Not even the clink of their silverware echoing before Lord Giles spoke meaningfully. "Why is it my love, that your skirt edges are stained with blood?" Fear gripped Viola's face and in her expression, Lord Giles read everything as he leaped up and roared. "For going where you should not, I curse you! I curse you with blood and in blood shall your life depend and in blood shall you die! Skulking forever in darkness, alone and accursed!" And in fear, Viola fled. Never to return. As for Lord Giles De Rais, it is said he still lives in his castle. Untouched, feared by all. But as to what happens to him? That's another story. The End
The Lion and the Thief
The Narrator 3:52am, July 12, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, there was a knight devoted to Harmony. And wandering the world, the knight did right many wrongs wherever he found them. One day, journeying for such a quest as might require his skills, he came upon a band of four killers. Heathens from across the seas, from lands of sand and sun. Sighting the knight of Harmony, they said "lo friend! Come and meet our master, for he delights in guests and all that come through his lands are thrice-welcomed." And seeing little choice in the matter, he did. Following them through the land and as he did so, he noted the condition of those who lived there. For everywhere he saw, there was corruption and fear. The people trembled at the path of the four and were afeared even when they had long gone, and the Knight of Harmony pondered these things in his heart. At the home of the Master of these lands, the Knight of Harmony was even more greatly troubled. For unlike with the common folk, the home of the Master was rich approaching decadent. Gold and silver in abundance lined the halls and rooms and opulent was everything that he owned. And confronting the Master of the land in his own chambers, the knight swore aloud. "By my shield and my oaths, I cannot allow you to continue as you are doing. Repent of your ways, or by the God I serve you shall taste my blade." Enraged at how this knight had condemned him in his own home, the Master ordered his minions to slay him where he stood though one among them was hesitant as to obey. But fight they did nevertheless, and the Knight of Harmony was felled by dishonorable means and might have died, were it not for divine intervention. A bright light flashed and the hand of Harmony took him away to safety. The hesitating one, awed by what had happened and struck most by the bravery of the knight set off to find him. Separating from his fellows and once he discovered the knight, he prostrated himself in sorrow and declared his intentions to repent of his sins and aid the brave knight. Sensing the sincerity of his words, the Knight of Harmony would agree and promised his aid to assist the other, a thief who saw the light. Together, they stormed the castle and did slay the Master, freeing the people from their tyrannical ruler before now as friends, Knight and Thief did leave for other parts. But that's another story. The End.
The Tinkerer's Son
The Narrator 10:47pm, July 12, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Once upon a time, there was a tinkerer named Tito who lived in the city of Somnium. From his hands, clocks and many devices that others would marvel at came and all seemed bright with him. But he was lonely, and longed often for a son or daughter to fill his hours and one day, working on a spider from delicate metal, he spoke aloud his desire. "Oh would that I could have a son, even one such as this spider I am making. Then shall I be wholly satisfied with my lot." And as he spoke, the spider suddenly twitched on its own, regarding him with adoration as he cried out, "Father!" And Tito was overjoyed. What did it matter what his son looked like? He was his, fully and truly and in joy he did dote upon him. Soon, it became a common sight for the city to see Tito and his spider-son about their business and while some laughed, Tito paid them no mind for he was happy. But one day, as he was working in the back of his shop, there came in men who seeing his son, thought how much money such a thing would bring them and they stole him quickly, leaving. Tito was not worried at first when he discovered his son missing, for his son possessed an adventurous spirit and often would return late, with tales to fill his ears of what he discovered. But when a whole day passed, and his son had yet to return, Tito grew worried. And he began to question people, whoever came into his shop if they had seen his son. So worried grew he, that he took it upon himself to visit the home of his friend, the prince Severus who greeting the tinkerer warmly, listened to his story before giving his opinion. "As your son is a dutiful sort and not the kind to worry you, I fear something terrible must have happened. I will send out my men, far and wide to seek out news of your son and whoever must have took him." Tito thanked his friend, but knew that he could not simply stay where he was and so he went to pack up and travel himself, looking for his son. Everywhere he went, there was naught to give him hope and one day, he sadly began to turn around back for home when he came upon a traveling circus, that depicted "The Amazing Dancing Spider" and feeling his search had come to an end, Tito paid for his way in and quickly went to see. Sure enough, it was his son. A chain around his neck and dancing to the tune of a pipe though upon seeing his father, he leaped instantly for him and in his joy, broke it as father and son were reunited. However, all was not over yet as the Mistress of the Circus appeared and spoke. "Why are you embracing what is my property?" "Property?! This is my own son, lost to me and found again!" An argument then was had. The Ring Mistress having bought Tito off a couple of passing travelers and feeling he was her property. Some in the audience was on the side of Tito. Others, for the Ring Mistress. Many thought it a joke, till the matter grew so hot as to come before a judge. The Judge listened carefully, and finally shook his head for it was a most unusual case and so it was put before a higher authority. And before the Court of the Prince of Somnium the matter was brought out and the Prince himself nodded and spoke. "As the son has a mind of his own, let him choose who he wishes." Of course, the Spider chose his father and with great joy, they were reunited. Never to be separated again. As for the men who started this whole mess, the Princes Men found them engaged in worse crimes and upon the command of the Prince, they were put to death.
The Trickster Knight
The Narrator 2:14am, August 07, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	While undoubtedly, much of Ala ad-Dinn's life was tragic, on the whole there were long periods of unquestionable happiness as well. Whether at the Lioness side, or some prank he would pull upon the other knights of the Round Table, he fast earned a reputation for his sly manner and wit. Popular with the common folk, but hardly knight material as everyone expected them. Some, such as Gorge the Red Cross Knight actually felt he was unworthy of seating with them, as he had no true deeds to his name save to ride on what they felt was the Knight of Harmony's due or the magical gifts of others, such as the Djinn Aaliyah. But as he enjoyed her favor, the naysayers were forced to merely grumbling. At least, till their opportunity came. In a distant townstead, a plague of Giants stalked the earth. Hungry, voracious and utterly contemptible of any who came to challenge them. Sons of Titans they called themselves, bragging in their superiority and daring anyone who had the courage to face them head on. Seeing their opportunity, Gorge and his fellows loudly proclaimed Ala ad-Dinn's virtues and as one, put forth the idea that he should face them, in single combat as was due a knights code. Perhaps to everyones great surprise, Ala ad-Dinn merely smiled and said he would be pleased to do so. Though his manner of arming himself was likewise strange to behold. Using only his trusted tools and weapons he had relied on during the Grimm Wars, he took with him some cheese and then made a visit to the dove cote before bidding everyone a cheerful goodbye. For the last time, many thought. Either he would slay the giants befitting a knight, or he would die and the Round Tables sanctity would no longer be so mocked by such a fellow. It was a win-win situation, though it was impossible to determine Ala ad-Dinn's thoughts. As always, he was cheerful and even skipped now and then as he headed to the town. Once there, he made his secret preparations with the mayor, who baffled nevertheless agreed to do as he bid. Which only left the moment of truth....Meeting the giants themselves. And so, brought to a clearing and left alone, Ala ad-Dinn waited till sunset, when a figure came from the dark. A massive, hulking creature. Grotesque and slavering, seeing one lone human to gobble up as the giant charged forward....Though it paused when instead of the usual fleeing, the human stood up and raised his hand as he spoke sternly. "STOP! I am Ala ad-Dinn. Knight of the Round Table, and if you take another step closer, I shall kill you in one blow!" There was an awkward pause as the giant considered this deviation of plans. Not to mention that all knew of the Round Tables return, and a figure such as this was not to joke about as he put forth in a confused manner. "You'd have to kill me first. And I am so much stronger then you." This did not have the effect he wished as Ala ad-Dinn burst out laughing aloud as though he had heard the funniest joke. "You?! Why, you are an infant compared to me! Take up that stone giant, and let us have a test of strength." The giant would do so, looking more confused by the minute as Ala ad-Dinn took out the cheese from his pouch. "Can you crush your stone and squeeze water out of it, good giant?" The giant would flex his hand and a few minutes later, reduce the rock to nothing but powder. But no water, to his vexation. "Of course I can't!" Ala ad-Dinn affected a nonchalant shrug as he crushed the cheese, letting buttermilk drop through his fingers. "Ah, see my friend there is where we differ. But come, this is merely childs play! Why not another, to prove it more? Pick up another rock." The giant at this point, was already awed by the first display, and would do so automatically as Ala ad-Dinn gestured to the horizon. "Throw it, as far as you can with all your strength." The giant did so, the rock sailing far away, for a few miles before crashing down. Ala ad-Dinn smiled once more as he looked at the giant. "Do you believe someone like me can outmatch such a throw?" The giant, wondering what was going on shook his head. Ala ad-Dinn would smirk, grabbing the dove in his bag and threw it up....The dove flapping away in the dark, looking for all the world to the giants eyesight like a rock that went up, up and away....And didn't come down. Now the giant was horrified. It was one thing to hear of such prowess. It was quite another, to see it so blatantly and he racked his mind for a way to survive from this terrifying human. "Look here." He said finally. "I have two brothers who are stronger then I. I would love for you to meet them both, to show them your great strength. In exchange for your time and sparing my life for now, I shall pay you seven sacks of gold." Ala ad-Dinn considered this, making a show of it as he contemplated....The trick he planned worked, but without prior preparation, he was not sure if he could enter the giants den and keep up the charade. But...The alternative was letting the other giants go rampant and he suddenly smiled slyly. "Certainly good giant. I could not refuse such a hospitable request." As to what happened when he got there? Well, we can save that part of the story for another time.
The Tricksters tasks.
The Narrator 2:23am, August 07, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	Now, where were we? Ah, right.....The giants home. For three days, they journeyed together. Until coming to a fortress, built within a mountain side. And within, Ala ad-Dinn could see for himself the predatations of his hosts. Plunder, accumulated from countless raids without count littered the place as did those of clothing too small for the giants. I'm afraid they belonged to victims, and recognizing that fact, Ala ad-Dinn vowed then to make this trick not only get rid of these giants, but also enrich those bespoiled by them. And so he met the brothers. Now that he had other giants to compare, it was clear that the one he met was the weakest and smallest, compared to these. At first, they had thought that their brother had brought lunch before he took them aside and whispered of the nature of the man he brought with him. They might have been inclined to dismiss it offhand, were it not for his fear and attitude. The second brother however would scoff as he shook his head and spoke to his brothers. "This human has no doubt made a fool of you, and I shall prove as much when I take him out to work tomorrow. You shall see!" And so the next day came, and in the morning Ala ad-Dinn followed the second brother out. First to gather water, which the giant did quickly though when it was Ala ad-Dinn's turn, he knew he could not even lift the giant bucket empty alone. Full? Impossible, but thinking quickly he feigned boredom and taking out a spoon from his pocket, began to scrape at the dirt to the confusion of the giant. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like? Buckets is too slow, so I am digging so as to bring the entire river with me. It saves time." The entire river?! The giant was flabbergasted and the words of his brother returned a hundredfold as he cleared his throat. "Look here. Why I don't I do it for you, and it shall be just as good." Ala ad-Dinn scoffed. "Certainly not! What sort of guest would I be, to let my host do all the work!" In the end, the giant had to bribe him with seven more sacks of gold and seven sacks of silver to boot in order for Ala ad-Dinn to relent and put away his spoon, much to the relief of the giant. Next, they gathered wood. And in the space of a few minutes, the giant took down trees and had chopped them up quickly. Al on the other hand when it was his turn, took out rope and quietly began to climb the trees and lash them, one after the other. The giant was afraid to ask, but he did so anyway. "What are you doing now?" The look of mingled pity and scorn was awe inspiring to behold as Al spoke. "Is it not obvious? I am lashing all the trees together so when I pull up one, I can take the entire forest with me." Now that was horrifying in turn to contemplate as the giant shook his head furiously and spoke. "Do not do this, I shall do your work and in turn, shall pay you seven more sacks of gold and silver, and seven sacks of jewels." "You are a good fellow, and so I shall agree." Said Ala ad-Dinn blithely as he dropped to the ground and together they returned home. Once home, the giant lost no time in approaching his brothers and informing them of what had happened, which only added to their fear though gathering courage, the eldest would snarl. "Bah! He is but making fools of you both. Tonight, I shall test his prowess myself!" As to what happened then? Well, that is a tale for another time.
The Lion and the Tiger(By Opalord)
The Narrator 2:32am, August 07, 2013 [Edit] [Delete]	This story features the same knight of your own, the famous knight of Harmony, lion of the round table. While the Grimm wars were her most famous exploit, they were not her only one. Almost ten years after the end of that story, Elris Sauvgarde took a leave from her post of leadership for a time, entrusting it to her companion Scarlette as she set out to do as she did in the years before, to roam the lands as a knight Errant and do what she could from the field rather than from the table. One day on these travels, she happened across a man travelling the other way that she was. He was huge, seven feet tall and bedecked in mysterious clothing and jewelry that harkened to the deep jungles of his birth. the man blocked her path, his mighty spear raised as he asked a question. "You have the look of a warrior. Are you a seeker of conversation?" Sauvgarde, perplexed by the question, shook her head. "Nay, warrior, I am not one for words and talking, but one of action." The man grinned a toothy, fanged grin at the response, and it alone was enough to put the Knight of Harmony on edge as she slowly reached for her mighty blade. A prudent course of action, as not a moment later the massive spear glinted in the sun like a lightning bolt as the man swung it at Sauvgarde. She brought up her guard, and it was only with the gifts of harmony's luck that she was able to deflect it. Baffled as to the reason, she was nonetheless quick to defend herself, lunging forward with a precise swing. She smiled inwardly as the man moved to block, for she knew that no mortal weapon's haft would be stopped by the blade of kings, and Excalibur impacted the spear.... and stopped. If Sauvgarde was not surprised before, she most certainly was now, and the fight began in earnest. It was not a duel, with rules and sanctions and honor on boths sides. It was survival, a regal lion set upon by a feral tiger deep in the wilderness, both having no intentions of dying that day. Sauvgarde had the gifts of harmony to aide her, but the man before her had speed and strength that could be considered nothing but inhuman, blows that pushed her feet down through the dirt and wicked strikes that only years of experience and a good bit of luck let her deflect. But then, suddenly, whether by luck, skill, or mere happenstance, an opening was made. Sauvgarde sidestepped a mighty overhand chop, using the opening to smash her shields into the man and send them both tumbling to the dirt. And when the dust settled... Elris stood at her feet at the head of the man, his back against the ground and a sword against his throat. They froze for a moment as their brains processed the end of violence, the return to thought from pure reflex. Finally, Sauvgarde asked her own question. "...Why?" The tiger man stared at her, no fear in his eyes. "Because I intended to be the mightiest of warriors. It seems that I will not reach that goal." Their eyes kept contact, neither flinching. Until finally, Sauvgarde pulled her blade from his throat and started back towards her horse. "You wish to be the best, but you are missing the most important part to any warrior, foolish creature." Snarling, the tiger man sprung to his feet, fingers curling around his spear as he growled. "What then? What would I not have that any warrior would wish" The knight of Harmony swung herself atop her steed and turned to his angry, questioning glance, a small smile on her face as she thought about how lucky she was to have always had it herself, from the moment she'd taken up the mantle. "Someone to fight for." She road off, leaving a confused, troubled Tiger man in her wake. As to his story, well, some say that he never did find that someone, and to this day wanders the lands, a predator of the forests and jungles who seeks for that which a knight told him would push him to the top, so many years ago"
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