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Dan · Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:10 pm Post subject: To Choose a Battle

Dan approached the Hostel, his eyes shifting for left to right in search of the woman who he had come to meet. Many things seemed to have had happened within the memory lapse of Dan's mind, but one thing was for sure that during his absence, something happened that that set out a ripple through the world he once knew before now.

Jode Bonewits.

Walking up the streets, and past Castle Blackguard, his mind become only more urgent as he turned his head to catch any glimpse at all of the woman who had taken care of him after his ressurection. "Where is she?", he wondered to himself, "Where has she gone?" he muttered under his breath. The questions the bore strong emotion in his mind needed to be answered, and the only clue that he had was that somewhere in the vincinity, and soon, she would show herself to him. Doireann, so it seemed, was the single woman whom kept so very many secrets from Dan at the time of his rebirth. For some reason or another, she knew more about him that he knew about himself, and seeing as danger was soon approaching Dan knew that it was time to know about his past so that he may prepare for his future.

A swift gust blew along the grass and through Dan's loose garments as he slowly walked up along the Hostel. Only silence was in the air, but with silence held privacy, and that was something that Dan knew might help him. Only he should know of the sins he himself committed, for if anyone else were to know...

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...suddenly a sound came from behind, and as he turned to face it he saw the form of a woman, at first only the outline shimmering within the energies, and then the appearance fading into view as the magics finished their work. It was Doireann, the woman whom he had sought out, and knowing now that she was there gave him a sense of security about himself.

Finally, answers may be told.

As he approached Doireann, his hand's grips tightened around themselves.

At last, his story may be told...
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AKA: Gryss ab'Arawn
AKA: Jode Bonewits

Doireann · Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:45 am Post subject:

Doireann heard her name called, and she turned her head, looking over. There stood Dan, looking earnestly at her.

"Doireann, can we talk? Can you tell me what I forgot," Dan asked, looking at her. She looked at him, and nodded. Well, as long as he doesn't ask how he died, I should be fine, she thought as she followed him into the hostel.

She looked at him, and asked what he remembered. He gave a non commital response, seeming more interested in the scar that ran from his wrist to his eye.

"Do you know a .. thing named Jode?"

Dan looked down and nodded.

"Oh, well, he possessed your body." She began to rant over her hatred of Jode, then looked up at him.

"Well, I don't know what happened when you left here. But, I do know that after you left, the next time I saw you, you were with the Order, fighting with them against Sanctus." She noticed he looked confused.

"A war, Order?" he asked, and she realized he remembered so little.

"Yes, you were in Sanctus, and we were fighting against the Order of the Ebon Skulls. Something happened, I am not sure what, but next time we saw you, you were fighting against us, with them. A while later, something err... happened and we were both in the order together as slaves. I was in a room and you came in. Well, Jode really. You had the scars and such at that time. I called Jode Dan, though, he looked slightly different than you."

Dan interupted, becoming intent on finding out how he looked different. Doireann stared at him, baffled, and just shrugged.

Dan looked at her and brought out a warfork, the one she recognized as the one painted with Steel's blood.

"What about this," he asked, twirling the fork. "I feel such chaotic power from it."

"Oh, that!" she said, looking at him. "You killed someone causing a ruckus between the Cabal and the Order. A err..." She paused, thinking. "Silver, no, Iron, err... no. Steel? Think Steel." She shrugged, dismissing it. He nodded, and put the warfork away. "If you wish to know more about what happened, seek out Ceinwyn."

"Ceinwyn? That names seems familiar..."

"Yes, she was your boss, I guess you could say. Ask her. She will probably tell you most of what happened. Good luck!"

She smiled, and then got up. Saying her goodbye's, she breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't asked the one thing she couldn't answer.

Dan · Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 11:10 am Post subject: Story half told

Dan watched as Doireann made her rather peculiar exit out of the Hostel. From what it seemed to him, there were things that had happened in his memory lapse that seemed would be never brought out onto the surface, onto the table for discussion. Yes, she knew Dan's history, but she also had secrets of her own that she not only kept from Dan, she kept from a good few others.

Considering this, while he watched Doireann take her leave out the window, he looked back down at the table and joined his hands together, his fingers interlaced. "Ceinwyn?", he asked himself, wondering what her true connection was to the whole tale, but after taking it into thought he knew it would be hopeless to search for her due to the fact that he had no leads.

"If the Riders want Jode Bonewits back in their midst..." then said Dan to himself, and left that phrase open for his own thought. It was strange to know that he himself was Jode Bonewits, the man whom he had heard so much about even though he had been around for so little. Yet, where was he in these tales of misery? Was this philisophical villain more important than the host was himself? More and more questions began to flutter within Dan's mind, and as they did he slowly moves his right palm to his eyes, gazing within the scar that seemed so faded now, but yet was too well designed to be just an average battle scar.

"This arm..." he said to himself, then held it out in front of him and rubbed his left hand alongside it. It did not hurt, it did not pain him in any manner, and yet there was something missing inside. Something missing that may very well explain how he had turned into such a damned bastard in the first place...

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..."hollow" he then said to himself, and as he spoke the word a sharp pain breached the back of his mind, shredding his sight and piercing through his vision, so that all he could see was the final horrid moments of his time on Sosaria. A dark shrine, darkness all around...two men in robed standing aside from him, one of them clutching his right hand, speaking words that were not of the human race! Darkness swarming his arm, its energies burning within the skin, around his arm as something snuck through the pain and into his brain. Twisting and struggling all that he could, he could not deny the new Oblivion power that was infused into his body. As it consumed him, the very last moments he could think of was the utmost lost of will, and the heavy burden of despair which burdened him down to the ground.

Waking up from the trance, Dan shot a startled glance on his own right arm again, the very same one that had screamed such agony into his mind, and yet there it was with no pain at all, just an empty feeling. "Hollow".

It was time that he finally embraced the path for himself to find the Truth, for he knew that if something like that were to use him like such a tool, then he would never really be able to live unless he knew for sure that he could fight back against the energies, that he at least had to try to make his stand against the darkness that was within his arm if he could ever live without fear or regret.

And so, his choice had been made, and with that he stood up from his chair and repatched his bare right arm. Beginning for the door, he knew his armor would hold him through, and his left hand he patted the buckle for the strange warfork that he somehow felt very attached to.

"I'm coming for you, Riders, and I'm coming for Jode too..."
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AKA: Gryss ab'Arawn
AKA: Jode Bonewits