Not sure I'm going to continue this....any comments?
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A long time ago, He was an average human being. He
had the same limits, the same desires, and the same
fears as a multitude of other human beings. Even now
He was still a human being, in that there was nothing
scientifically inhuman about Him. He had run through
a full battery of tests just the other day, mostly for
curiousity's sake.
Still, He was not a normal human being. He had
long ago gone beyond the imagined boundaries of human
ability. He had achieved power. The few that knew of
Him had no knowledge of exactly how He had
accomplished His incredible control of chi and mana
both. In fact it was such a slow process that even He
was not certain of when the transitions from Potential
to Adept to Master and finally Power had been made.
Nor did He care.
It had been a long time since He cared about
anything beyond the one guiding passion of His
existence. War.
He had no name aside from what He was using at the
moment, He had forgotten any true name that he may
have been born with. He in fact was the manner in
which others referred to Him, though they had any of
another names that didn't care enough about to
remember. The only thing He cared about was battle
and war.
He was human in every physical manner. Though He
had at times changed his shape, He always returned to
the same original mold. Not because he preferred, not
any more, He returned to that shape only because He
always returned to that shape. Yes, there was nothing
to separate Him from the average man on the street,
except that He was in much better shape than most.
His mind and soul, however, were far from human.
He was further from human thought processes than even
most spirits. He cared about war and only war. He
understood humanity only so much that he could inspire
them to war. He had achieved his power without regard
for balance and as a result he was a demon in the
truest since of the world. Which brings us to the
current dilema.
He was bored.
This technological world was moving further and
further away from the glories he found in war.
Fortunately for Him they had also provided Him with
the perfect means to return to a time of war in its
pure state with out any interference from these
bizarre rules of civilization.
Fortunately for humanity at large he never got the
chance to move on his desires. Something had drown
him to this mountain. There would be battle here, and
soon, he could feel it. Battle enough to even satisfy
him for a time. He looked about and saw multiple
individuals that knew of Him and His purposes. They
were enough to provide an interesting battle, but not
enough for the foreshadowing of war to come that had
drawn him away from His plans. Still, the battle
would reveal itself in time.
He had fought gloriously, and He had been
victorious. It had been a battle like none He had had
since days long past. In His ecstacy of battle He
neglected the feel of the earth rumbling beneath Him
in protest of the battle. The mountain took Him and
all his enemies in one fell swoop. There were other
Powers than Him in the world, not as active and more
willing to play by the rules, more aware of a healthy
balance. Powers that may have been less human in
body, but remained human in soul. He had forgotten
that that fact. His plans threatened all, and so He
was dealt with and the other Powers returned to their
rests.
Now His spirit roamed the astral, seeking a ready
portal to return to His physical life. This bodiless
existence did not appease him, He needed a body to
fight in. A body to hold a weapon, hands to
manipulate chi and mana into deadly attacks seemingly
beyond human ability. He wanted to taste blood, and
so He rushed for the first open portal He could find.
And as He flashed through the shutting portal He
found himself facing another soul. Another warrior
soul. Now came a battle He did not understand. A
battle that the other soul, reborn many times,
understood far better. A warring for dominating
spirits, This time the battle was short, and He was
defeated. And yet this was still a war of sorts and
His instinct was enough to achieve some small victory.
The victor did not notice Him latch on until it was
too late and He had merged into the other spirit,
worming His way far into the depths of the soul until
He could gain power and knowledge enough of this new
form of battle to over through his unwilling jailor.
And so the daughter of Gareth Keegan and Chizu
Bannen-Keegan was born. Her eyes were bright and
cheerful and she seemed like any other child. And yet
her hair was like blood pooling in the darkness.
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"Caffeinated Kender? What's that, a berserk spell?" -
Tribble, Kender Warrior of the Celestial Kingdom
Signed
He of Too Many Names (Thrythlind/Thryth/Luke/Hyperbole/Pika/Pooka)
http://members.aol.com/thrythlind/snake.html
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