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June 28, 2010 The Dark Gift. A poem by Alastor Teryn That night I remember better then most, out of the corner and darkness he rose. The one who took me in the night so swift, the one who bestowed to me the Dark Gift. His teeth pierced my neck and I let out a yell, I knew I was taken by a creature from hell. Until almost dead he held me still, then his own blood I saw him spill. Onto my lips his blood did flow, as soon as it hit the night started to glow. I drank and I drank till he forced me aside, and watched as I lie there and shuttered and died. I died the death of a mortal that night, and forever forsake the call of the

June 29, 2010 Wasteland A poem by Alastor Teryn 2085 is the year the bombs fell, plunging this world into the dark depths of hell. The nuclear war was upon us at last, topping all other wars of times past. The world was killed in a fiery blast, as man tried to rebirth it, then from the ash. It was so different from our world so grand, we now have to suffer the nuclear wasteland. We created a world of death and decay, nothing on earth was ever the same. The beasts of the world mutated and changed, to ravenous creatures, all rotting and maimed. And raiders and slavers arrived once more, to control the hungry, week and the poo

March 27, 2010 Welcome My Brother A Poem By Alastor Teryn In the dark he will come, Lucian Lachance bearing welcome. Entrance to the brotherhood if you've a black heart, enter thusly by playing your part. The blade of woe he will present on to you, to pierce Ruffio's heart as instructed to. The Inn of Ill Omen is the place that you need, slice open Ruffio and watch him bleed. Next you will travel at Ruffios end , to the city of Cheydinhal in the Heartlands. At the Abandoned house in the east part of town, to find the Black Door simply go down. Whats the Color of night is the question your asked, answer sanguine and th

The Ancient Enemy By Alastor Teryn Chapter 1 Farewell It had been two weeks since the devastating attack on Luke Skywalker's Jedi academy, and still the temple on the remote moon of Yavin IV was a smoldering mess of rock and debris. Each day the young students would work to restore the ancient temple to its former glory and resume the difficult task of  becoming the next order of Jedi knights. Out on the landing field a young man was working hard in the humid Yavin morning to repair the only thing occupying the outdoor landing pad, a battered old supply ship the lighting rod. He had worked every day for the past week to get the shutt