Dragondude06
05-03-2005, 07:30 PM
I wrote this a while back, and have been making altercations to it since. Tell me what you think.
The Servant of Lervio
Spring, a season of love and flowers, yet a season that Isaac Garison thought he would never see again. It was only a week ago he was gasping for life on his deathbed, hoping for that next second of life to be there as he fought the terrible blackness disease, one that climes up the body covering it in burnt blackness, leaving a charred body behind.
Yet he survived. And he was grateful for that, some god must have smiled down on him, for the first time in his life. For Isaac had always lived a mediocre life at best, for the city of Ronwen anyway. He had a small apartment on the northern side of town and had a steady job as a bouncer for the local bar, The Drunken Dragon.
Life hadn’t changed much in many years for him, which for him was a major problem. Isaac had lived his young life loving the changing surroundings of being a merchant’s son. But when his parents where killed and all their wares where stolen, he had no choice but to settle down and live life as it came.
And it was coming very slowly, to slowly, he thought to himself as he walked away from the quiet bar he worked at one week after he fully recovered. Yet he was still in good spirits, for he was alive, and was more grateful for that now than ever.
“HEY, GET BACK HERE YA GREAT ARSE!” screamed a familiar, melodic voice from behind.
Isaac turned around to see Etene, a beautiful woman whom worked at the bar with him as a waitress. As she bounded up to him he remembered another reason for being glad he didn’t die with only the clerics of Etreen, the goddess of life and honorable death, standing around him. He deeply cared for Etene and desired to court her, but before he could get up the courage to ask her, she met Feron, the tall sorcerer of a mercenary band setting out the next week, and in that week stole her heart from his grasp. So he did the only thing possible, just sat back and prayed he was killed.
“Hey there, what do you want. Its dangerous to come running around this late” Said Isaac when she came close.
“I don’t care, I don’t have to worry when I’m around you” she said smiling. “So how have you been, its not been long since you have recovered, I would have tried to get a few days off of work.”
“Work is my life, what more do I have to do”
The statement was painfully true to Isaac. A pained look crossed his face, but Etene seemed not to notice
“Understandable, you need a hobby” she joked
“ Yea yea, what ever happened to that sorcerer fella you met a while back, you ever hear from him” he said to change the subject.
“No” she said shortly “I must be going, I hope you are feeling better. Goodnight”
“Night” he called after her.
When she was out of sight he turned and walked away feeling like a total jerk.
“Why did I bring her him into the conversation?” he said to himself, putting his head in his hands and continued to walk, contemplating his stupidity. He was sill contemplating when he nearly tripped over a small message boy. He looked up and noticed he was standing in a halo of a lit street lamp not far from his home. Before him stood a messenger boy, probably some waif picked off the street given some gold to deliver a message, not an uncommon practice.
“You Isaac?” said the small boy in a whisper. He was visibly shaken by something.
“Yes, what do you need young master?” Isaac said politely to the boy. He was always polite to them after seeing some high-ranking officials treat them poorly. Often using them as a form of free entertainment when they where sent into whatever bar the official happened to be in.
“This is for you.” Said the boy, handing over a long parcel. Then he ran out of the halo and disappeared into the night
“Strange” said Isaac after looking at the parcel for a while. It was long, about two feet, lumpy, and soft on the lumps. He continued up to his home. As he opened the door to number six of the Sleeping Griffin Apartment Complex he taped an enchanted orb that lit the fireplace and enchanted lights. The room filled with a soft white light as he sat down at his small table. He cleared the table off the dinner dishes from earlier that night and opened the parcel. The first thing he noticed was a gold pommel and a long scabbard of a rapier.
As he started to grab the scabbard, he noticed a black cloth belt around it. It was soft as down, but, as he found when he tugged on it, strong as steel. He went for the sword next, and pulled it out. The pommel made of a strong, gold like material carved with strange runes with a red diamond on the end. The sword itself was made of ivory.
He picked up the sword and started to swing it around. He was rather proficient with this kind of weapon and started to forget the weirdness of it all. He even strapped the scabbard to his waist before noticing one last thing in the parcel, a bag-like hood. Feeling it would complete the ‘look’ he put it on.
He was suddenly spinning, falling to the floor in a heap as he lost control of himself and all that was going on around him. His lights flashed on and off and pain he had only known from the disease he had recently recovered from coursed through his body. He lost his sight and counciousness soon after.
Isaac regained conciseness in a strange room. His hood and normal cloths where gone, he was in a black silk robe and was lying on a floor in a room of obsidian. The ceiling was shrouded in darkness and on the far wall there was a throne with the symbol of Lervio, the god of wrongful death and deception.
“Crap.” Isaac said. “This is definitely not good.”
“You would be right, Isaac Garrison.” Boomed a voice
Out of the darkness of the ceiling floated a dark form. It was wearing a dark robe similar to his own, only larger and more flowing. He carried a double scythe in his left hand. As he reached the floor he sat in the throne.
“Do you know who I am?” Said the figure, in now more of a soft wheezing voice.
“Well, probably some servant of Lervio.” Said Isaac, hiding his fear.
“Close, I am Lervio.” Said the figure “don’t you remember me?”
“I don’t believe you, if you where Lervio, I would remember you, and I don’t.”
“ Allow me to jog your memory” he said as he raised his withered hand into the air. A birdbath type structure formed in front of Isaac with water inside. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, an image formed inside the water.
It was himself, in the darkest point of his sickness. The clerics where leaving for the night, having used all of their spells for the day. As the room cleared and the last cleric dimmed lights Isaac saw himself, the inky blackness climbed his body, gripping it with pain every inch. Isaac shivered just looking back upon himself in that painful time.
Suddenly the room went black, the light concentrating around his bed. Out of the blackness came the figure sitting before him. His near blackened body seemed to relax as the pain seemed to flee his body. Suddenly Isaac began to remember what he did so well to repress.
“Isaac Garrison, you have been judged by the council of the damned as completely prepared to die, an unusual circumstance to be sure, hence the reason I, Lervio, have come to see you personally.” He began In his wheezing voice “Due to your unusual state the council has deemed you worthy of one more week of life, starting after you recover from this disease, and you will, and the opportunity to become one of my hand servants, do you accept.”
“Do I have a choice?” Asked Isaac.
“You could die, I would finish you myself and you would go to the afterlife, and from there it is up to your god of what they do to you.” Said Lervio shortly.
“Is there a catch” Isaac heard himself say as he mouthed it himself.
“You are required to stay a tenure of at least the life of an elf of your choice that is born on the day you are inducted into our order.”
“Yes” he saw himself say.
“Good” Lervio said. Then he walked into the darkness. The light filled the room again and Isaac screamed as the blackness pained him once again.
The pool vanished into the floor and he looked up. Although Lervio’s true face was ever hidden, he gave of an un-deniable energy of happiness.
“Do you enjoy this, seeing my pain like this?”
“Yes” said the god of death.
“Well, I don’t have a choice.”
“I guess you don’t”
“So what do I do”
“You work,” said Lervio slyly “you begin soon”
“What do I do?”
“You finish the kill.”
“What?”
“When someone dies one of my hand servants (or myself in situations such as yours) goes to the person and frees the soul from the body. That is your job, you will be very busy, the passage of time will become a blur to you. You may not even want to leave after a while.”
“We will see about that, but I don’t think-“ Isaac said.
“so” Lervio finished
“Yes, we shall see, just remember one thing, I am your master, and just because you are my hand servant doesn’t mean you can stop treating me like a god, which I am. I can destroy you with a thought, and if you break the rules, you will be eliminated, and sent to my prisons. And you do NOT wish to be there.” Lervio warned.
“You will work until this elf babe dies.” Said Lervio. As he said this, the pool reformed and the image of a sleeping elf child was there. “She is your worst nightmare, the jailer with the keys, you must remember with every kill that it brings you closer to her death”
“Yes… master” he mumbled “I will retire now If you don’t mind.”
He hated himself at that moment more than any other he remembered. Submitting to anyone was not his forte, which is why he loved his job. No. No longer his job, when he got back there it probably wont be standing. Damn elf child, taking away his life, of what little there was.
“There will be no rest, no reprieve.” Said Lervio suddenly. “You shall work now”
The energy in the room, which held a mirthful feel at once, changed to anger and sorrow as he spoke. The walls, which seemed to emanate a white light, began to glow red and black.
Lervio snapped his fingers, and suddenly Isaac seemed to fall, yet it was a controlled fall. He felt his own powers slowing his decent. It seemed to be a bottomless pit he was falling into, with walls of the same light that the room filled with just before. It was then that Isaac decided that he would not rest until he had gained his freedom.
“It seems,” he said to himself “That I have no choice.”
The world suddenly dropped out from under him. He was falling, falling into an infinite blackness, falling into a deep sleep.
Lervio watched his new servant fall to the depths. He laughed, a harsh grating sound, which seemed to emanate from the entire room as the small portal closed. It was one of his few pleasures in life, or whatever it was that he was cursed to go through now. When he was young, and longed for the mantel of immortality, he would have paid anything to be sitting on this throne.
Now, sitting here, countless years later, he realized again that he was wrong, there where some worse things than death. That one day, that child would die, and the servant may be free to walk the earth again, at a price yes, but he would be free, assuming he didn’t loose his mind first, thus being forced to stay a servant for as long as he didn’t remember that he could go free (a fact that he constantly “forgot” to mention was this, and something that happened very often). While he, himself would be chained do his throne, forever.
The Servant of Lervio
Spring, a season of love and flowers, yet a season that Isaac Garison thought he would never see again. It was only a week ago he was gasping for life on his deathbed, hoping for that next second of life to be there as he fought the terrible blackness disease, one that climes up the body covering it in burnt blackness, leaving a charred body behind.
Yet he survived. And he was grateful for that, some god must have smiled down on him, for the first time in his life. For Isaac had always lived a mediocre life at best, for the city of Ronwen anyway. He had a small apartment on the northern side of town and had a steady job as a bouncer for the local bar, The Drunken Dragon.
Life hadn’t changed much in many years for him, which for him was a major problem. Isaac had lived his young life loving the changing surroundings of being a merchant’s son. But when his parents where killed and all their wares where stolen, he had no choice but to settle down and live life as it came.
And it was coming very slowly, to slowly, he thought to himself as he walked away from the quiet bar he worked at one week after he fully recovered. Yet he was still in good spirits, for he was alive, and was more grateful for that now than ever.
“HEY, GET BACK HERE YA GREAT ARSE!” screamed a familiar, melodic voice from behind.
Isaac turned around to see Etene, a beautiful woman whom worked at the bar with him as a waitress. As she bounded up to him he remembered another reason for being glad he didn’t die with only the clerics of Etreen, the goddess of life and honorable death, standing around him. He deeply cared for Etene and desired to court her, but before he could get up the courage to ask her, she met Feron, the tall sorcerer of a mercenary band setting out the next week, and in that week stole her heart from his grasp. So he did the only thing possible, just sat back and prayed he was killed.
“Hey there, what do you want. Its dangerous to come running around this late” Said Isaac when she came close.
“I don’t care, I don’t have to worry when I’m around you” she said smiling. “So how have you been, its not been long since you have recovered, I would have tried to get a few days off of work.”
“Work is my life, what more do I have to do”
The statement was painfully true to Isaac. A pained look crossed his face, but Etene seemed not to notice
“Understandable, you need a hobby” she joked
“ Yea yea, what ever happened to that sorcerer fella you met a while back, you ever hear from him” he said to change the subject.
“No” she said shortly “I must be going, I hope you are feeling better. Goodnight”
“Night” he called after her.
When she was out of sight he turned and walked away feeling like a total jerk.
“Why did I bring her him into the conversation?” he said to himself, putting his head in his hands and continued to walk, contemplating his stupidity. He was sill contemplating when he nearly tripped over a small message boy. He looked up and noticed he was standing in a halo of a lit street lamp not far from his home. Before him stood a messenger boy, probably some waif picked off the street given some gold to deliver a message, not an uncommon practice.
“You Isaac?” said the small boy in a whisper. He was visibly shaken by something.
“Yes, what do you need young master?” Isaac said politely to the boy. He was always polite to them after seeing some high-ranking officials treat them poorly. Often using them as a form of free entertainment when they where sent into whatever bar the official happened to be in.
“This is for you.” Said the boy, handing over a long parcel. Then he ran out of the halo and disappeared into the night
“Strange” said Isaac after looking at the parcel for a while. It was long, about two feet, lumpy, and soft on the lumps. He continued up to his home. As he opened the door to number six of the Sleeping Griffin Apartment Complex he taped an enchanted orb that lit the fireplace and enchanted lights. The room filled with a soft white light as he sat down at his small table. He cleared the table off the dinner dishes from earlier that night and opened the parcel. The first thing he noticed was a gold pommel and a long scabbard of a rapier.
As he started to grab the scabbard, he noticed a black cloth belt around it. It was soft as down, but, as he found when he tugged on it, strong as steel. He went for the sword next, and pulled it out. The pommel made of a strong, gold like material carved with strange runes with a red diamond on the end. The sword itself was made of ivory.
He picked up the sword and started to swing it around. He was rather proficient with this kind of weapon and started to forget the weirdness of it all. He even strapped the scabbard to his waist before noticing one last thing in the parcel, a bag-like hood. Feeling it would complete the ‘look’ he put it on.
He was suddenly spinning, falling to the floor in a heap as he lost control of himself and all that was going on around him. His lights flashed on and off and pain he had only known from the disease he had recently recovered from coursed through his body. He lost his sight and counciousness soon after.
Isaac regained conciseness in a strange room. His hood and normal cloths where gone, he was in a black silk robe and was lying on a floor in a room of obsidian. The ceiling was shrouded in darkness and on the far wall there was a throne with the symbol of Lervio, the god of wrongful death and deception.
“Crap.” Isaac said. “This is definitely not good.”
“You would be right, Isaac Garrison.” Boomed a voice
Out of the darkness of the ceiling floated a dark form. It was wearing a dark robe similar to his own, only larger and more flowing. He carried a double scythe in his left hand. As he reached the floor he sat in the throne.
“Do you know who I am?” Said the figure, in now more of a soft wheezing voice.
“Well, probably some servant of Lervio.” Said Isaac, hiding his fear.
“Close, I am Lervio.” Said the figure “don’t you remember me?”
“I don’t believe you, if you where Lervio, I would remember you, and I don’t.”
“ Allow me to jog your memory” he said as he raised his withered hand into the air. A birdbath type structure formed in front of Isaac with water inside. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, an image formed inside the water.
It was himself, in the darkest point of his sickness. The clerics where leaving for the night, having used all of their spells for the day. As the room cleared and the last cleric dimmed lights Isaac saw himself, the inky blackness climbed his body, gripping it with pain every inch. Isaac shivered just looking back upon himself in that painful time.
Suddenly the room went black, the light concentrating around his bed. Out of the blackness came the figure sitting before him. His near blackened body seemed to relax as the pain seemed to flee his body. Suddenly Isaac began to remember what he did so well to repress.
“Isaac Garrison, you have been judged by the council of the damned as completely prepared to die, an unusual circumstance to be sure, hence the reason I, Lervio, have come to see you personally.” He began In his wheezing voice “Due to your unusual state the council has deemed you worthy of one more week of life, starting after you recover from this disease, and you will, and the opportunity to become one of my hand servants, do you accept.”
“Do I have a choice?” Asked Isaac.
“You could die, I would finish you myself and you would go to the afterlife, and from there it is up to your god of what they do to you.” Said Lervio shortly.
“Is there a catch” Isaac heard himself say as he mouthed it himself.
“You are required to stay a tenure of at least the life of an elf of your choice that is born on the day you are inducted into our order.”
“Yes” he saw himself say.
“Good” Lervio said. Then he walked into the darkness. The light filled the room again and Isaac screamed as the blackness pained him once again.
The pool vanished into the floor and he looked up. Although Lervio’s true face was ever hidden, he gave of an un-deniable energy of happiness.
“Do you enjoy this, seeing my pain like this?”
“Yes” said the god of death.
“Well, I don’t have a choice.”
“I guess you don’t”
“So what do I do”
“You work,” said Lervio slyly “you begin soon”
“What do I do?”
“You finish the kill.”
“What?”
“When someone dies one of my hand servants (or myself in situations such as yours) goes to the person and frees the soul from the body. That is your job, you will be very busy, the passage of time will become a blur to you. You may not even want to leave after a while.”
“We will see about that, but I don’t think-“ Isaac said.
“so” Lervio finished
“Yes, we shall see, just remember one thing, I am your master, and just because you are my hand servant doesn’t mean you can stop treating me like a god, which I am. I can destroy you with a thought, and if you break the rules, you will be eliminated, and sent to my prisons. And you do NOT wish to be there.” Lervio warned.
“You will work until this elf babe dies.” Said Lervio. As he said this, the pool reformed and the image of a sleeping elf child was there. “She is your worst nightmare, the jailer with the keys, you must remember with every kill that it brings you closer to her death”
“Yes… master” he mumbled “I will retire now If you don’t mind.”
He hated himself at that moment more than any other he remembered. Submitting to anyone was not his forte, which is why he loved his job. No. No longer his job, when he got back there it probably wont be standing. Damn elf child, taking away his life, of what little there was.
“There will be no rest, no reprieve.” Said Lervio suddenly. “You shall work now”
The energy in the room, which held a mirthful feel at once, changed to anger and sorrow as he spoke. The walls, which seemed to emanate a white light, began to glow red and black.
Lervio snapped his fingers, and suddenly Isaac seemed to fall, yet it was a controlled fall. He felt his own powers slowing his decent. It seemed to be a bottomless pit he was falling into, with walls of the same light that the room filled with just before. It was then that Isaac decided that he would not rest until he had gained his freedom.
“It seems,” he said to himself “That I have no choice.”
The world suddenly dropped out from under him. He was falling, falling into an infinite blackness, falling into a deep sleep.
Lervio watched his new servant fall to the depths. He laughed, a harsh grating sound, which seemed to emanate from the entire room as the small portal closed. It was one of his few pleasures in life, or whatever it was that he was cursed to go through now. When he was young, and longed for the mantel of immortality, he would have paid anything to be sitting on this throne.
Now, sitting here, countless years later, he realized again that he was wrong, there where some worse things than death. That one day, that child would die, and the servant may be free to walk the earth again, at a price yes, but he would be free, assuming he didn’t loose his mind first, thus being forced to stay a servant for as long as he didn’t remember that he could go free (a fact that he constantly “forgot” to mention was this, and something that happened very often). While he, himself would be chained do his throne, forever.