{"id":1751,"date":"2024-03-13T12:16:48","date_gmt":"2024-03-13T12:16:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/realmsofdespair.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=1751"},"modified":"2024-03-13T12:17:46","modified_gmt":"2024-03-13T12:17:46","slug":"cry-of-despair-7-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/realmsofdespair.com\/index.php\/cry-of-despair-7-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Cry of Despair #13"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading has-white-color has-text-color\">Naeblis: this neverending cycle of rebirth; Amoria: eternal prisoner<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"cryofdespair\">\n      ______                         ___      |      ____\n     |      |.----..--.--.  .-----..'  _|    -O-    (____)         | \n     |   ---||   _||  |  |  |  _  ||   _|     |     \/____\\        -O-\n     |______||__|  |___  |  |_____||__|             |___.---.---.  |\n _____             |_____|           __             |__(  __|__  )_\n|     \\ .-----..-----..-----..---.-.|__|.----.      |\/ \\\/\\_\/\"\\._)\/ \\\n|  --  ||  -__||__ --||  _  ||  _  ||  ||   _|      (  (__{(@)}\\_)  )\n|_____\/ |_____||_____||   __||___._||__||__|        |\\_\/ (\/(_)\\_))_\/\n======================|__|=================== ______|_(  (__)_)_\/ )\n         June 26, 1999  No. 13  Vol. 1       \/_________\\_\/  | \\_\/\nEditor : Mystaric                           |\/   \/' |\\  \/'--'--'\nPrinter: Bede                                   |  (| \\\/ |       |\nSTAFF  : Allison Anaisse Apollonia Brakko       |   `\\   |      -o-\n     Conran Cyniq Dacoit Deevlit Elbanon    |    `\\  `\\  |    ___|\n     Keroppi Kuah Louellin Mea Naeblis     -O-     `\\  `\\|  \/' ..')\n     Ranstlin Romanu Thabo Tunclon Vestia   |     __|`\\  `\\: ,' \/'\n=============================================   \/' _ \/''`\\  '__'  |  \n              Table of Contents                ( .'.\/'   |  |    -O-\n                                                `-' |    |  |     |\n          Feature      Poems\/Stories                |    |\/'\n          Quests       Funny Bones              |   |    |\n          Guild News   Reunion                 -O-  |    |      |\n          Announcements                         |    \\  \/      -O-\n                                                      \\\/        |\n  ______ ______ ______   ______ ______ ______ ______ _______ ______ ______\n\n  ______ ______ ______   ______ ______ ______ ______ _______ ______ ______\n |   (__   () |   _)  \\ |   ---|  \\___|    . |_    _|     | |   () |  \\___|\n |______)______;______\/ |____| |______;____|_| |__| |_______;___|\\_\\______;\n -------------------- The Cry of Despair Feature Story --------------------\n\n\nSlowly awareness returned, the inky blackness receding, memories of times past\ncrashing home leaving senses numb. He had done this before , oh how he knew \nthe truth of that, done this countless times and now it was thrust upon him\nto repeat what he knew would come. Seth dropped to one knee, his gauntleted \nfingers clutching weakly at the sword that blazed at his hip. How he hated\nthis wait, the minutes limping along with a cruel innocence, for he knew\nthat in time those who had come before would come once again. He knew\nthe power that raced in his veins, knew that in times past he had been a \nmighty god, but he also knew that it did not matter. He would die, as he had\ntime without end, and for all his strength their was nothing that he could\ndo to alter the fate that had been placed on his shoulders. He chuckled\nto himself grimly, he would die well, his memory tugging at his brain, \ntheir were times that he had prevailed. He knew this to be so. But all in\nvanity, doomed to fall only a short time after, the fallen warriors \nreturning in some spirit form, flesh as he, but revived unlike himself.\nReturned to kill, and kill they did. From a distance a shout floated\nthrough the corridors of his palace and he stood reluctantly. \"Quicker,\nthis time,\" he thought to himself, their was not much time. Frantically \nhis mind raced. Was their no end to this torment? Surely whatever powers\nhad placed him in this never-ending cycle of rebirth had provided some\nmanner of escape, he knew that their was always balance, always an \nexit to the entrance. The shouts grew louder ,closer, the sound of ringing\nsteel echoing in the distance. Seth sat on his throne and placed his sword\nsoftly onto his knees. He knew that this place must be outside of his world,\nbrought here? Seth stood, their was not enough time, it was too soon.\nThey were here. Time slowed as the door splintered open, gouts of flame \nengulfing Seth before he could move, the flames whining as they swallowed\nair. Without thought, Seth banished the flames and drew his sword, the room\nfilling with armoured and robed men. Seth stood calmly in the center of the \nroom and smiled.\n\nThe men charged forward, attacking from all angles of the room, \ntheir screams of anger and fright hammering at the senses. Seth spun \nstretched his hand, flames enveloping a young cleric near the back of the\nroom. Her screams were rapture. Sword met sword and Lifesbane hissed, the\ninferior steel of the burly Dwarf to his right splintering at the contact,\nand Seth drove forward, his fist punching into his armoured chest, the \nshocked eyes of the dwarf widening in death. Behind him a dagger stabbed\ninto his thigh and Seth spun low, his massive sword splintering bone and \nflesh, the screaming of the young thief singing in his ears, blood and \nbone splattering the wall behind him. Seth drew in his will and sucked \nthe warmth out of the air before him, the noble Elf warrior shrieking as \nhis skin cracked as it froze, his hands frozen halfway to his face as they\nsplintered and broke. A hot wetness splattered up into Seth's eyes, his\nbreath catching as he stared down at the point of an arrow, half it's \nlength protruding from the center of his chest. He reached down and broke \nthe shaft, his face contorting in pain as he looked up and spotted the \narcher, well away from the battle, calmly shooting arrows into the fray.\n\nTwo of his own men lay to the side, arrows sticking from them, but the \narcher never blinked, arrows streaming into the fray. Seth parried an\noverhead chop of an axe, ducked under the sweep of a sword and ran for\nthe archer. The archer's eyes widened as he reached for an arrow, his\nsurprise evident and quickly turning into panic. Fumbling the arrow he\ndropped his bow and turned to run. Seth grabbed him by the neck and picked\nhim off his feet slowly. Lifesbane drove up and true, impaling the archer\non its point. Seth turned and calmly looked at the remainder of his \nattackers. Their were too many, too many to take the place of those that\nfell. Already his chest heaved with the exertion and he knew that it was\nfinished. He understood. He understood that these men were no warriors.\nThey were meant to tire him for those that commanded this rabble. They\nwalked through the broken door, faces calm, a faint smile playing on\ntheir knowing lips. Seth drew Lifesbane and stepped forward, death would\nfeast on this day. \n\nThe battle was a whirlwind, the pain of the final blow jolting\nhis limbs. The cheers of the men filled his ears, his vision blurred \nwith the blood that dripped into his eyes. 'I must remember,' he screamed\nto himself, the hands of the victors pulling him up and down, his \narmour being removed roughly. There was an answer here, though it danced\naway from his reason, there was an exit to this madness and he would find\nit. Though it take an eternity, his fingers spasming as pain racked his\nchest. He would find it. \nSlowly awareness returned..\n \nWritten by Naeblis\n\n  ____                  _   \n \/ __ \\                | |     \n| |  | |_   _  ___  ___| |_ ___ \n| |  | | | | |\/ _ \\\/ __| __\/ __|\n| |__| | |_| |  __\/\\__ \\ |_\\__ \\ \n \\___\\_\\\\__,_|\\___||___\/\\__|___\/  \n           Quest Central\n \nQuest Results\nHidden Contest \nContest was to find as many brandish-able items as possible.\nThe Winner with 57 brandish-able items was Orpheus\n \nCreate-a-Word Quest\nBelow are the entries for the Create a Word Quest.  A winner will be\nAnnounced next week. \n\nFuddism (noun)\n \n1. Language that originally came from english but certain letters\n   convert to the letter \"w\" for a cute type of language.\n2. Talking like Elmer Fudd\n\nExamples or Exwamples\nOh really? =  Oh weally?\nI love Sylvester Stalone in Rambo = I wove Sylwester Stawone in Wambo\nmaybe, I don't know = waybe, I don't woaw.\nReinso \n\n\nMy word is a unique combination of Dragonslayer and Redneck (like me)\nYou see, we here in the south tend to use many slangs.\nWords such as y'all, reckon, and yonder are somewhat native tongue\nWe also have many unique terms of disdain such as dag'gummit, dagnappit\ndadburnit, et al.\nSo, in the name of dragonslayers across the southern United States\nI would like to submit:\n                           DRAG'UMIT!\n\n                      Eein Awl Seincerity, Yer suthern belle,\n                                  -Amoria Whitewind\n\nPoot \nDefinition: (N) The white stuff that forms on the side of your lips\n                when you are very thirsty or when you just wake up.\n            (V) to poot; To turn into the white stuff that forms on\n                the side of your lips when you are very thirsty or when\n                you just wake up.\n            (Adj) pooty; Being or acting like the white stuff that forms\n                  on the side of your lips when you are very thirsty or\n                  when you just wake up.\nExamples:\n---------\n(N): Wipe the poot off of your face so I can kiss you already!\n(V): Oh...my...god...run!  He's pooting!\n(Adj): I can't eat dinner mom, you made it too pooty this time.\n \nAnyways, that's my word and definitions.  Hope ya like it, its part\nof my vocabulary now :)\nTangarth Harthlen\n\nArguticulitis - A severe condition found in some people who argue too\noften. Usually causing sore throat, tense muscles, headaches and \non occasion causing the person to become disoriented and have swelling of\nthe head. \n \nPolitis - A disease aquired by someone who is polite too often.. Causing\nsevere strain in mouth muscles used to smile, knee ache from kneeling,\nheadaches from smiling and nodding.\nAsbras\n\n\nzib [noun]\n1. someone who smells so bad, you gag just to see them online\n2.  putrid shrimp left in a fridge for 2.54 years\nzib [verb]\n1. pass some gas without a sound, but people KNOW you passed it\n2.  have a train of thought completely about bad smells\nBeccalyzie, Lady of the Night\n\n\nKorithism    Pronuciation: ???\nThis word may be used as a noun or verb due to its extensive definition.\nDefinition:\n1) to act as a \"Korith\"\n2) to wear strange things like a fig leaf in public\n3) to create strange ideas that sometimes work\n4) to act in a strange inventive manner\nTyran\n\n\nSuper-cuddaliscialistical\nDefinition : you \nSuper-Snuggalistialistic\nDefinition : you \noh, and not you-oriented:\nShwaden :\nDefinition : a sexual act involving a towel\nShiden :\nDefinition : the lair of a abuzel\nAbuzel : \nDefinition : a small type of monkey\nShabanjivanelokish :\nDefinition : a un-translated Russian word which translates into :\nA monkey that is turned on by being tickled by the bottle cap of a cheap\nbottle of brandy.\nCrevan\n \nCanestelit\nMeaning: An item that a thief has just taken. (can-steal-it)\nor an item that can be stolen ..\nAsbras\n\n.__     .  .     \/ .__.     .           \/  __ .         \n[ __. .*| _| __ \/  |  |._. _| _ ._. __ \/  \/  `| _.._  __\n[_.\/(_|||(_]_) \/   |__|[  (_](\/,[  _) \/   \\__.|(_][ )_) \n \nGoP News\nBest of luck to new GoP questors and a big welcome to Asmodius, new member!!!\n \nGoT News\nThe Guild of Thieves sincerely apologizes for not placing this\nlast week.  But would like to announce that Kuah has been \nelected our new second.  Congratulations Kuah, and thank you\nfor all the hard work you have already put in the Guild.\nThanks bunches,\nElisabet\n \nGoM News\nA voice from the darkness says 'My Gods!.. We have a weiner!'\nWell, not yet. But the Guild of Mages has started voting on who shall take\nthe new spot of Guild Second.  The results should be in the next issue.\nWatch for them.\n \nThe Guild would like to say farewell to Tamalain, who has left us, and\nthe mud for a greater purpose of his own.\nIn the same breath, the Guild of Mages welcomes Valacar and Thessin as the \nnewest vimci..initiates, and extends its welcome to those awaiting induction:\nTazoul and Octavia\n \nSagashi and Wendel stepped in as two temporary Guild of Clerics mages in the\nGoC and GoA vs. GoD and GoW Pkill on June 23rd.  Despite losing, they both\necho the same reply of having fun, although regretting that they weren't very\nprepared for it.\n-Kayah\n\n                            ________________________________\n                           \/     , _                       \/\\\n       .      .'          |     \/|\/ \\ _   _          ,    |_\/\n        :`...' `.,'  '    |      |__\/\/ \\_|\/ \/|\/|\/|  \/ \\_  |\n    `.  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It is the master of my\nexistence - invading every thought, dream, hope, prayer and intention. I am\nenslaved by my heart, which is no longer mine but rests in surrender in the \ntender hands of you who so effortlessly swept it away. Now I am an eternal\nprisoner of my heart's loyalty to you- this prince who has found the path to my\ndedication. My lips have been moistened by your tender kisses and yet doused\nwith tears that I have cried for only you. Though my flesh has glistened with\nsweat from our passion's strength, it is by this same power that I have been\nbrought to my knees, trembling in weakness. My heart can make music far beyond \nany that, before you, caressed my ears, but only when the purity of my love\nwith my heart's voice. And yet it is this very purity that leads me to a place \nof awe within myself where I can only stand speechless. The unmatched power of \nmy devotion can send my spirit soaring higher than it's ever flown or it can\nrender me lifeless -- seeking to find visions of things that I alone - without\nthe eyes of love - cannot see.  In the midst of my world's madness, there is\nmy love, giving me a glimpse of peaceful tranquility and I am sent whirling\naround wildly in a spiral of serene, yet chaotic, paradise. The burn of our\npassion's flames has given life to what had never lived and yet this fire that\nholds the power to kill my very spirit. The weightless breaths of \"I love you\"\nwhen you whisper to me, fan those flames, keeping my heart and soul and spirit\nwarm, even when you are not here. The truth of our love brings a glow of light\nto the deepest, darkest parts of me - profound places that were once concealed\nby the impenetrable shadows of loneliness and solitude. Spaces inside me - once\nuntouched by emotion - now overflow with tender teardrops that my heart has wep\nfor the anguishing sweetness of our love's full, bittersweet embrace.\n \n                               --- Amoria Whitewind\n\n  ______ ____ _ ______ ______ ______  ___\n |    __|    | |      |      |   | | |   |__ ______ ______ ______ _______\n |___|  |______;____|_;____|_;___  | |    . |    ) |      |  \\___|(_   (_`\n--- funny - bones --------- |______| |______;______;____|_;______|__)____)\n\n\nKuahs Friends:\nToday I sit here on the edge of a fountain in the training grounds\nof the Academy. I am here to meet a special friend this day. In fact\nit is a member of the realms we all have met. Most of you know him\nsimply as a slimy slug. But those of us who care, those of us who\ntake the time to stop and pet the dread wolves, we know him by his\ntrue name, Sal T. Hurtz. \n \nSal arrived and sat, well more like oozed, next to me and let out\na sigh. I could see the pain of time and battle on his face. I know\nhe likes nothing more than scrounging up a meal or teaching new would\nbe heroes a lesson, but he took the time out today so we all could\nlearn just a little more about him, and our Realms. And isn't knowing\nhalf the battle already?\n\nKuah: How many have you fought Sal?\nSal: Other than some uppity dragon hatchling whom many of these knights \n     in training and want-to-be merlins take scales from, I'd say I\n     have seen more than any other being in the realms. There is no\n     number I could put on it. I remember kicking your behind along\n     with my good frineds the naga cousins many moons ago. But it is \n     not the number I care about, its getting these whipper-snappers\n     off on the right foot.. well foot or claw whatever the case may be.\n \nA few moments passed as I took in his words. I watched his trail dry\nand sparkle in the sun. The sounds of training and the patter of\nlittle feet echoed as the battleground teemed with life. Such bliss.\nOnly to be inturpted by some young warrior yelling at a cleric 'That\nwas my dread wolf you looser!'.. ahh youth.\n \nKuah: Your favorite story?\nSal: Oh There have been so many. Take that loud mouthed little warrior\n     over there, the one with the big pumpkin head. Head so big gnome\n     scientiest have discovered it helps with the orbit of the moons\n     and the timing of the tides. He is my story, teaching him how to\n     fight, giving him that needed experience. But I also think back\n     to the clerics who cast spells on me, helpful defensive spells\n     and warm spells of healing... only to start kicking my tail the\n     moment they run out of mana. But I would not trade it for all\n     the damp sewege under Darkhaven. It is what I do, I teach.\n \nWe sat silent watching a vampire trying to feed on a bone naga. The\nvampire was the victor. And he soon moved along. When the naga was\npretty sure no one was looking he stood up and dusted himself off,\ngave a wink to Sal, and walked in the opposite direction.\n \nKuah: What was that all about?\nSal: I will let you and the Realms in on a little secret. You know the\n     Avatar of Thoric who spe...\nTorkorin's backstab DISEMBOWELS a slimey slug!\nA slimy slug is DEAD!!\nA slimy slug catches its guts in its hands as it pours through its fatal\n  wound!\nTorkorin gets 100 gold coins from the corpse of the slimy slug.\nTorkorin sacrifices the corpse of the slimy slug to Thoric.\n \nKuah: WHY! What did you do that for?!\n \nTorkorin chats 'Level!'\nTorkorin floats west.\n \nKuah: Sigh.. well I'll see you next time as I let you get to know even\n      more of my friends in the Realms... sigh...\n \nKuah\n\n\nFunny Titles\n \nYosho is just plain spankable. (Order of Baali)\nBele wants to become a slacker but is too damn lazy.\nIseult would like fries with that, please. (Order of Ascendere)\nJari, killing in the name of Britney Spear's implants.. \nKreel the Lamb Chopper. \nNaro the bodyguard, aieeeyaaa....I always love youuuuuu.\nMegareus The Half-hearted Halfling Halfwit.::(..CMP..):.\nOdessyus Harthlen looks up his own skirt (Sgt: #2, OoT).\nTalona is a healing slave..... save her.\nIkeusavan: quitters never win, but we get laid more often. (Order of Dragonslay\nUpocmakil the statname wannabe (Order of Baali)\nGrenclimix has been getting better, and still sux. \nPreia is right. Wait a minute..that's not right IT|IOQC (Order of Ringbearers)\nKraklin is Flushels, the toilet cleaning clown! \nJannalynn the blindned accidentally killed something. (Nosferatu)\nMercid says 'Who says I'm lazy, I just don't feel like it...\nDerkmet is lazy for your own good.\nGereandile: I'm not your normal everyday fool... (Order of Baali)\nEeris WhiteBlood is going to stop procrastinating, soon. \nZaemond is wrong...cuz he's a guy  ON DUTY \nGeorg can resist anything but temptation.\nMagusi threatens you with poo on a stick. 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