It’s late-October and with Halloween around the corner, through that narrow pass which is always riddled with bandits (along with various remains left behind by werewolves), it gives us the greatest pleasure to announce the TSC Halloween Flash Event…
Welcome one and all to….
Come and join your fellow ghoulish writers and scribblers of the damned with poems and limericks of the darker side of Sky’ream. You won’t find poems of pretty damsels and gallant heroes, but of ancient wraiths and vengeful spirits. In the depths of the sealed tombs walk the undead. Contained in their death-like state while evil spirits stir and grow restless, doomed for all times for their evil lives which they so gleefully led. (Or miserably led. Necromancers aren’t known for being happy).
The stars have aligned and seals have been broken. No more are farmers safe to tend their crops. Travelers fear the open road and guards are ever watchful.
A werewolf howls and the undead answer…
Come fourth with your poems of undead and nightmares, for the army of the undead is vast and unrelenting. Such is the curse of the never-sleepers.
For those of you who have gentle timid souls, hide and prey but do not dare to hope of salvation…
We’re standing behind you.
This unearthly Sky’ream damnation will run until Nov 1st before reinforcements from Solitude, Whiterun and Falkreath gather enough guards to bring such nightmares to an end… Use the tags for the Halloween event (H17) and the new tag (Sky'ream) to identify your ghoulish contribution. Or, simply add it to this thread and we will then compile a blog of pain and suffering. Painful Pen Names are always fun.
Join us, minion, if you dare…
Run if you won’t… for a chase is fair.
I’ll give you a chance…
See the crest of that hill?
If your feet are too slow,
It’s time for a kill….
It’s late-October and with Halloween around the corner, through that narrow pass which is always riddled with bandits (along with various remains left behind by werewolves), it gives us the greatest pleasure to announce the TSC Halloween Flash Event…
Welcome one and all to….
Come and join your fellow ghoulish writers and scribblers of the damned with poems and limericks of the darker side of Sky’ream. You won’t find poems of pretty damsels and gallant heroes, but of ancient wraiths and vengeful spirits. In the depths of the sealed tombs walk the undead. Contained in their death-like state while evil spirits stir and grow restless, doomed for all times for their evil lives which they so gleefully led. (Or miserably led. Necromancers aren’t known for being happy).
The stars have aligned and seals have been broken. No more are farmers safe to tend their crops. Travelers fear the open road and guards are ever watchful.
A werewolf howls and the undead answer…
Come fourth with your poems of undead and nightmares, for the army of the undead is vast and unrelenting. Such is the curse of the never-sleepers.
For those of you who have gentle timid souls, hide and prey but do not dare to hope of salvation…
We’re standing behind you.
This unearthly Sky’ream damnation will run until Nov 1st before reinforcements from Solitude, Whiterun and Falkreath gather enough guards to bring such nightmares to an end… Use the tags for the Halloween event (H17) and the new tag (Sky'ream) to identify your ghoulish contribution. Or, simply add it to this thread and we will then compile a blog of pain and suffering. Painful Pen Names are always fun.
Join us, minion, if you dare…
Run if you won’t… for a chase is fair.
I’ll give you a chance…
See the crest of that hill?
If your feet are too slow,
It’s time for a kill….
The light empty lair
So engulfed in despair
With songs of the dead
Yes, they chatter like lead
And those cold iron chains,
Wrapped around his great mane
Compare nothing to the amount of his ire
His mind envisioned both hate and fire
For in this light empty lair
So engulfed in despair
A beast lay with its bindings so furled,
With a hunger to swallow the world...
Side Note: This is something I put together fairly quick, not anything special.
With that said you can feel free to do what you wish with this piece. :P
The light empty lair
So engulfed in despair
With songs of the dead
Yes, they chatter like lead
And those cold iron chains,
Wrapped around his great mane
Compare nothing to the amount of his ire
His mind envisioned both hate and fire
For in this light empty lair
So engulfed in despair
A beast lay with its bindings so furled,
With a hunger to swallow the world...
Side Note: This is something I put together fairly quick, not anything special.
With that said you can feel free to do what you wish with this piece. :P
Yes! Let's get those poems prowling these pale paths! Flamesword's flamesword is lighting the way like the very fires of Oblivion.
I'll add something later.
Yes! Let's get those poems prowling these pale paths! Flamesword's flamesword is lighting the way like the very fires of Oblivion.
I'll add something later.
And now for something a little more in keeping with the H17 spirit... a Halloween 'what if':
Solitude sleeps, naïve and unknowing
The Wolf Queen stirs
The Wolf Queen stirs
Of restless ire, malignant and growing
The Wolf Queen stirs
The Wolf Queen stirs
And where is her hero to keep us protected?
The Wolf Queen awakens
The Wolf Queen awakens
From malaise eternal and horrors reflected?
The Wolf Queen awakens
The Wolf Queen awakens
So Solitude slumbers as terror emerges
The Wolf Queen arises
The Wolf Queen arises
But now she’ll dance only to death and its dirges
The Wolf Queen arises
The Wolf Queen arises
Her wilderness barren, the Karth runs with blood
The Wolf Queen arisen
The Wolf Queen arisen
Forever her flowers will rot at the bud
The Wolf Queen arisen
The Wolf Queen arisen
Forever—forever—The Wolf Queen arisen!
Happy Halloween everybody :D
And now for something a little more in keeping with the H17 spirit... a Halloween 'what if':
Solitude sleeps, naïve and unknowing
The Wolf Queen stirs
The Wolf Queen stirs
Of restless ire, malignant and growing
The Wolf Queen stirs
The Wolf Queen stirs
And where is her hero to keep us protected?
The Wolf Queen awakens
The Wolf Queen awakens
From malaise eternal and horrors reflected?
The Wolf Queen awakens
The Wolf Queen awakens
So Solitude slumbers as terror emerges
The Wolf Queen arises
The Wolf Queen arises
But now she’ll dance only to death and its dirges
The Wolf Queen arises
The Wolf Queen arises
Her wilderness barren, the Karth runs with blood
The Wolf Queen arisen
The Wolf Queen arisen
Forever her flowers will rot at the bud
The Wolf Queen arisen
The Wolf Queen arisen
Forever—forever—The Wolf Queen arisen!
Happy Halloween everybody :D
FlamezSword said:I whole-heartedly agree! ;DCheers Shinjin, one of the best times of the year :D
[blockquote][b][url=/profile/XxFlamezSwordxX]FlamezSword[/url] said:[/b]
Cheers Shinjin, one of the best times of the year :D
[/blockquote]I whole-heartedly agree! ;D
Shinjin's got it!
Solitude makes for a great place to be this time of year, especially for Styrr. Is it me or did he have an unhealthy fascination with the Wolf Queen? It's funny how we return the head of Potema to him but we're not sure what he does with it after we leave him in privacy. Just a random thought inspired by your poem, Shin.
I've got something written up but I need to edit it back a bit.
Shinjin's got it!
Solitude makes for a great place to be this time of year, especially for Styrr. Is it me or did he have an unhealthy fascination with the Wolf Queen? It's funny how we return the head of Potema to him but we're not sure what he does with it after we leave him in privacy. Just a random thought inspired by your poem, Shin.
I've got something written up but I need to edit it back a bit.
Paws said:D'oh! I always take folks at face level, which is why I will eternally despise some characters (Captain Valmir from Forelhost, I'm looking at you!)Is it me or did he have an unhealthy fascination with the Wolf Queen? It's funny how we return the head of Potema to him but we're not sure what he does with it after we leave him in privacy.
I still like to believe Styrr is doing the right thing, but there are some red flags: his proccupation with Solitude's darkness, violence, and madness; his occupation, which has him surrounded by the dead; his schedule--for somebody who isn't undead, he keeps some odd hours (up all night and sleeps after noon). A person wouldn't have to try terribly hard to write him up as either a subtle-but-ambitious necromancer, or a superfreak xD
[blockquote][b][url=/profile/Paws]Paws[/url] said:[/b]
Is it me or did he have an unhealthy fascination with the Wolf Queen? It's funny how we return the head of Potema to him but we're not sure what he does with it after we leave him in privacy.
[/blockquote]D'oh! I always take folks at face level, which is why I will eternally despise some characters (Captain Valmir from Forelhost, I'm looking at you!)
I still like to believe Styrr is doing the right thing, but there are some red flags: his proccupation with Solitude's darkness, violence, and madness; his occupation, which has him surrounded by the dead; his schedule--for somebody who isn't undead, he keeps some odd hours (up all night and sleeps after noon). A person wouldn't have to try terribly hard to write him up as either a subtle-but-ambitious necromancer, or a superfreak xD
ShinJin said:D'oh! I always take folks at face level, which is why I will eternally despise some characters (Captain Valmir from Forelhost, I'm looking at you!)
I still like to believe Styrr is doing the right thing, but there are some red flags: his proccupation with Solitude's darkness, violence, and madness; his occupation, which has him surrounded by the dead; his schedule--for somebody who isn't undead, he keeps some odd hours (up all night and sleeps after noon). A person wouldn't have to try terribly hard to write him up as either a subtle-but-ambitious necromancer, or a superfreak xD
I never clocked his hours of activity. Interesting stuff, more circumstantial evidence pointing to a possible darker side to Syrr. And now I'm singing Rick James, so thanks for that :D
Okay, here's something I done, inspired by the summoning scene from Purloined Shadows:
Clouds obscured the silver moon
Upon the woods descended gloom
Shadows lengthened, daylight's doom
Ravens sang their discordant tune.
In branches perched Her faithful crows
Black like the High Priestess' robes
Who looked on, calm, composed
The faithful arrive in double rows.
Midnight pools upon her pale face
Hair of pitch like the softest lace
Fell upon shoulders, slender, of grace
In that dim and hallowed sacred space.
The coven knelt upon the mossy ground
The ravens ceased their dismal sound
A hush descended, expectant, profound
To witness the coming of their Queen, unbound.
Upon the altar the priestess reclined
As though a marble statue there enshrined
Feminine beauty, elegant, refined
From black eyes her excitement shined.
The chanting changed to a lower tone
As if awed by the lady upon her throne
Of chiselled, weathered, enchanted stone
Power laying there alone.
Into the clearing walked the Priest
The gathered witches' song increased
Clan in bones, an antlered beast
Their mistress they both would soon release.
As darkness falls and consumes the light
The two would re-enact that endless fight
He was the dark, the velvet night
While she the pure and glowing white.
Time passed beneath the inky shroud
Of feathered darkness where witches bowed
Prostrate and humble, robed and cowed
Their voices chanting daedric whispers loud.
There was one scene left to enact
A final part of this contract
To open wide, ajar, or crack
He had that which she lacked.
To summon their Queen through the door
From Oblivion's sea to Tamriel's shore
A key was needed, a lock to explore
To do that which She could not ignore.
The chanting reached a crescendo then
Beneath the moons in that darkened glen
He turned the key, again and again
In a lock beyond all mortal ken.
The priestess' skin became as black as night
Rising and hovering to the witches delight
With raucous calls, crows took flight
To swarm and dive and on her alight.
From her hands a shadow emerged
An inky blackness once submerged
Now released, free and purged
With the crows it now converged.
Their Queen of darkened Night Eternal
Called from a darkened door infernal
Once locked, now external
The breathless beauty of Princess Nocturnal.
[blockquote][b][url=/profile/ShinJin]ShinJin[/url] said:[/b]
D'oh! I always take folks at face level, which is why I will eternally despise some characters (Captain Valmir from Forelhost, I'm looking at you!)
I still like to believe Styrr is doing the right thing, but there are some red flags: his proccupation with Solitude's darkness, violence, and madness; his occupation, which has him surrounded by the dead; his schedule--for somebody who isn't undead, he keeps some odd hours (up all night and sleeps after noon). A person wouldn't have to try terribly hard to write him up as either a subtle-but-ambitious necromancer, or a superfreak xD
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I never clocked his hours of activity. Interesting stuff, more circumstantial evidence pointing to a possible darker side to Syrr. And now I'm singing Rick James, so thanks for that :D
Okay, here's something I done, inspired by the summoning scene from Purloined Shadows:
Clouds obscured the silver moon
Upon the woods descended gloom
Shadows lengthened, daylight's doom
Ravens sang their discordant tune.
In branches perched Her faithful crows
Black like the High Priestess' robes
Who looked on, calm, composed
The faithful arrive in double rows.
Midnight pools upon her pale face
Hair of pitch like the softest lace
Fell upon shoulders, slender, of grace
In that dim and hallowed sacred space.
The coven knelt upon the mossy ground
The ravens ceased their dismal sound
A hush descended, expectant, profound
To witness the coming of their Queen, unbound.
Upon the altar the priestess reclined
As though a marble statue there enshrined
Feminine beauty, elegant, refined
From black eyes her excitement shined.
The chanting changed to a lower tone
As if awed by the lady upon her throne
Of chiselled, weathered, enchanted stone
Power laying there alone.
Into the clearing walked the Priest
The gathered witches' song increased
Clan in bones, an antlered beast
Their mistress they both would soon release.
As darkness falls and consumes the light
The two would re-enact that endless fight
He was the dark, the velvet night
While she the pure and glowing white.
Time passed beneath the inky shroud
Of feathered darkness where witches bowed
Prostrate and humble, robed and cowed
Their voices chanting daedric whispers loud.
There was one scene left to enact
A final part of this contract
To open wide, ajar, or crack
He had that which she lacked.
To summon their Queen through the door
From Oblivion's sea to Tamriel's shore
A key was needed, a lock to explore
To do that which She could not ignore.
The chanting reached a crescendo then
Beneath the moons in that darkened glen
He turned the key, again and again
In a lock beyond all mortal ken.
The priestess' skin became as black as night
Rising and hovering to the witches delight
With raucous calls, crows took flight
To swarm and dive and on her alight.
From her hands a shadow emerged
An inky blackness once submerged
Now released, free and purged
With the crows it now converged.
Their Queen of darkened Night Eternal
Called from a darkened door infernal
Once locked, now external
The breathless beauty of Princess Nocturnal.