Story of Venswrath Chapt. 1CHAPTER ONEStory of Venswrath Chapt. 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He awoke to a small room with nothing more than a cot, a sink with a mirror, a chamber pot, and a coat rack. This is what greeted Wrensthav every morning for the past 15 years. The lunar droids passed by, and a slip of paper fell into the chamber. On the paper was stamped with seal of the Lunar Asylum Guards. To his surprise, the captain of the guards was holding a tournament again. The first prize once again a one-way ticket back to Earth. Well I guess it's the usual, for who wouldn't want to leave this desolate world for a while, he thought quietly to himself. The guards have nothing to lose. About once every five years, Lunar Akeast would hold a "competition" to give the prisoners and himself a little entertainment. And, it would so have it that Wrensthav was one of the competitors.
Wrensthav was an imposing ma
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The next morning, Jojo looked terrible. But it wasnt from sleep; it was from the fact that he might be in trouble when he got home. Jojo kept thinking Will they punish me for this? Will they never let me come back? Whats going to happen? Why me!? Jojos mind was flooded with thoughts and he didnt pay attention when Rudy came up.
Hey Jojo! You wanna play? Um is something wrong? Jojo made a dazed noise and shrugged. Horton helped, Jojos not feeling too good right now. Maybe later, okay Rudy. The young kangaroo nodded a sympathetic look on his face. Well, feel better Jojo! Jojo only nodded.
Jojo was getting scared the more he thought about what his dad would do to him. But thats when he heard a familiar voice, JOJO! Jojo looked up, wide-eyed. Horton spoke first, Mayor! Youre
Story of Venswrath chapt 2CHAPTER TWOStory of Venswrath chapt 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
After Akeast ended his sentence, he lifted into the air and began a new onslaught of attacks on Wrensthav. Back and forth across the field, both gave and parried blows. The prisoners rooted for Wrensthav while the Guard hollered in favor of their beloved Captain. Soon, they where even jumping off the walls and ceiling. "I'd like to ask you why I am here?" spoke Wrensthav some five minutes into the battle. "Well I won't tell you that answer unless you beat me." Akeast replied. "Fine then," grunted Wrensthav as he hit the far wall after a blow from Lunar Akeast's twin blades. "Why my ranking then?"
"That I also am unable to answer at the moment."
"And, let me guess, you are under strict orders from your superior to not give me an explanation on why I have that coat rack."
"Not really, I just have orders to keep that item in you possession even I have no idea of its signif
Nostalgia 1.1: Wrens Vs. GriffA blinding light greeted Wrensthav and the nameless angel as they finally finished traveling through the portal void. Taking a quick scan of the area, Wrensthav gathered that he was, once more, in a place where souls of the departed gathered to live out the lives that where stolen from them. He looked down at his now frozen hand and tugged at it for a bit before it snapped off at the wrist.Nostalgia 1.1: Wrens Vs. Griff6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Here we are!" the nameless angel said with great enthusiasm. She spread her arms wide and then noticed that she was still holding Wrensthav's frozen and gloved hand. She looked at the dark glove in her grasp and gasped, dropping it on the ground. A puddle of mud started to grow around the object. Wrensthav collected his glove and touched the ground filling the leather accessory.
"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you." Wrensthav mumbled as he b
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After that insightful history lesson, Namarsis asked Thoris for one last request. "Oh, Thoris could you please leave your necklace behind? I would like to stay with my companions for a while longer." Thoris nodded, still too dumbfound to accomplish anything more complex. "Ah." Namarsis sighed as he was placed on the coat rack. After Thoris left the tent, Namarsis looked toward Venswrath. "I already know that you can see through your others' eyes. Can I converse with him for a while?"
"Of course, Master." replied Venswrath, and once again, Wrensthav appeared. It seemed that he wasn't too thrilled with his body being taken over. "One, thank you; Namarsis was it, and two, w
Story of Venswrath chapt. 6CHAPTER SIXStory of Venswrath chapt. 67 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A low mumble of high-pitched squeals was gathering outside of Wrensthavs tent.
Remember what they say about waking him? One asked. Must be one of the psychics. Wrensthav thought in mist of his morning fog. At Least there one half sensible one among them.
Yes we also heard that he placed a wager that anyone who could scratch him would win one of his blades, and though there have been numerous attempts none have worked.
Have you heard the one that says he has never injured the female massagers that come to wake him?
That is true, but I wouldnt push him, he has limits.
From what we heard last night it cant be a long list of things he cant do.
You are sure he is still asleep at this time right?
Doubt a raging dragon could wake him. The lot laughed at the jest.
Ok time to get u
Nostalgia 1.2: Wrens vs. Griff Wrensthav glanced between Chrome and Griff for the better part of a moment while he tried to absorb just what was about to happen. After thinking for a bit, he performed a quick series of hand motions then removed the sheathed sword Abur from his Arsenal. The large weapon tumbled and twirled through the air the ebony stone scabbard glittering in the shaded light.Nostalgia 1.2: Wrens vs. Griff6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I dont know how entertaining I am, He spoke address he awestruck crowd. The sheathed weapon gave a resounding thump, as it embedded itself into the sawdust covered ground.
Maybe I can interest you all in a bit of magic? He said in a mysterious tone that captured the attention of even Griff and Chrome. Wrensthav placed the flat of his left palm on the hilt of the grounded weapon a
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Wrensthav and Thoris where starting to walk out of the practice grounds when Wrensthav brought up this conversation.
"So, I think that we can finally move forward on this quest of yours." Wrensthav mentioned.
"What would that be?"
Wrensthav pointed to the sword in Thoris' hand. "Noticed before how long the cross guard for that thing is? There are holes in the thing as well."
"Hasn't it always been like this? As far as I remember it has always taken this form." Thoris responded.
"For the most part, that is true, for it is in its sleeping form; its true form is much more imposing."