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Galinolen
Sereruq
Davop
Goaxenhy
Fasos
ICOGERS
AINITOA
 TEUVER
BOCLIX
MITRE



Teuver took a deep breath and uttered a prayer under his breath before turning around the tree. Nothing on the forest floor was moving, but he was sure he had heard a noise before. Davop was holding his crossbow and was checking as well, but Teuver felt almost alone in this absolute silence. One look though told him the path to the old castle was clear of patrols, at least for the moment
“Teuver,” Davop spoke in hushed tones, “Are you sure we have enough mitre left to escape once we free Fasos?” Teuver silently shook his head. They were going to have to wing this.
“We’re Boclix, we can get through this. That what our trainer always said: Once in trouble...”
“Shut up Teuver, and get with the program.” Davop said, and walked forward into the sunlight. he could see the castle looming over them in its old dusty walls.
“Let’s do this.” Teuver said, and fired off his rope from the crossbow in his hand.
Davop scowled behind Teuver’s back. Annoying little hot shot, that’s what Teuver was. One moment he was going to go off on a babbling spree about their old mentor, the next he was acting like he had actually been paying attention. Oh well, Davop pushed it out of his head. It didn’t matter; they had a mission to do, they couldn’t afford petty stupidity on his part. Following suit with Teuver, he too let his rope loose. Within moments they were both expertly scaling Ainitoa Castle’s walls, which would lead them to the heart of Sereruq City.
They got onto the walls, and crouched down, hoping they had not been spotted. Teuver looked around and thought that the guards must have been at lunch, just as Davop had said they would. He took in a deep breath.
“The dungeon is below the barracks, if they are eating then they are guarding it thoroughly.” Teuver muttered quietly.
“They would have a second door within the stronghold, but getting there would require a distraction, we have to get as close as possible and then one of us fire off a Mitre to the barracks and see if the other can get in.” Davop said.
“Sounds risky.” Teuver said.
“Life is risky boy, you’re faster so I’ll fire off the Mitre, you get yourself to the dungeon once the coast is clear. I’ll fire off a second once you have Fasos.” Davop Said, and loaded the explosive Mitre into his crossbow. Teuver took in a deep breath and hoped he was gonna make it out alive.
Davop kept an eye on the barracks, while watching Teuver silently make his way across to a small, seemingly unwatched, door that led into the strong hold. Teuver stopped in the shadows near the door. He was only five quick strides away. He gave the signal, and Davop shot the mitre at the barracks. A crack, like a clap of thunder sounded, smoke and flame erupted everywhere. Davop had lost sight of Teuver, but he was sure the kid had made it in. A bit showoffy he might be, but he made a dang good Boclix warrior. Davop let a grim smile cross his face, then returned his attention to the chaos that was ensuing below at the barracks. Getting out of here alive was going to be one heck of a ride.
The guards were scattered, and the ones who were not burning inside were outside trying to put out the fire. The explosion was much larger than Davop expected, he almost wondered if he had hit a powder barrel. He put that thought aside as he went and hid in a safe place where no one would be looking. He could barely see anything, but at the moment that was a good thing. He took a deap breath and thought this was going too easy; as soon as he thought that though the horn blew letting the already shocked castle know there were intruders, and all Davop could suddenly think about was if they had caught Teuver.
Teuver heard the horn go off, it didn’t help his already racing heart. A whole heck of a lot more would be lost than just his life and Davop’s if he failed. Not to mention Fasos’ life would be gone too, and that was the most important one. Fasos had been acting as High Galinolen, which was a type of highly revered counciler amongst the kings court. The High Galinolen’s council trumped that of every other council man’s. But most importantly, he was let into the king’s circle of Icogers. Amongst this small group, rested the true power of the kingdom, with the king in charge. Every bit of information was heard and shared there, weaknesses, strengths, anything and everything. Fasos had been aquiring information from this group for the past three fortnights, then he had been found out. Teuver only hoped that the alarm being set off didn’t cause Fasos’ captors to decide to kill him on the spot, if that happened, everything would be lost. Teuver shook his head to clear these thoughts away. He couldn’t think like that, not now not ever. He was a Boclix warrior, and he was going to get his job done. If Fasos needed rescue, Fasos was going to be rescued. With that last thought, Teuver turned a bend in the halls, and found himself with a problem. A fork in the passage. Perfectly identical in every way...Which one led to Fasos?
He took the left rout, and found himself heading down a flight of stairs. He got to the bottom,a dn saw two guards getting armed, he pulled out a knife and threw it at the guard ont eh right, and then pulled out his crossbow and shot the other squarely in the chest. He looked around, but none of the prisoners looked like Fasos, and he started to worry that he had chosen the wrong rout.  then one man stood up and looked him in the eye, and Teuver knew it was Fasos, he pulled the keys off the wall and opened the cell.
“Hurry, the citadel guards will be here any time to execute all the spies.” Fasos whispered hoarsely.
“We’ll get you out long before they can arrive.” Teuver said, and unshackled Fasos, who stood up and seemed to be wobbly on his legs. Teuver helped him out fo the sell and took the black cloaks off the guards to cover themselves.
“We should be able to go unnoticed at a distance.” Teuver said. “Arm yourself.”
Teuver kept up a steady pace, despite Fasos’ weakend state. They needed to get out,  fast. They passed through the forked passage and began winding their way back along the path Teuver had taken. Teuver paused for a moment at a bend in one of the halls. Right was the direction he had come from, but that was risky. Fasos was weakened, and Teuver was beginning to think that it wasn’t just from from a possible few days starving. The way Fasos was leaning on him, made Teuver think the weakness had more to do with a wound. He was just about to check to see if it was somewhat safe, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked back into Fasos’ deep set eyes, a question on his face. Fasos merely shook his head and inclined it in the other direction. It took Teuver less time than it took to blink to make his descion. He nodded in agreement to Fasos and headed in the other direction.
“Trust me on this,” Teuver merely nodded. His initial instincts were telling him no, considering the fact that this passage led deeper into into the castle. But hey, who had been here the longest? It sure wasn’t Teuver and he was going to trust Fasos. It was the wise and mature thing to do..and heck, the least likely to get them blasted for the time being.
Davop watched as the guards became so disorganized that they were fighting each other. he was pretty sure chaos had set in fully, and his work was done. He ran  for the building and leaped into he window. Teuver had taken too long, so now it was Davop’s turn to get Fasos out of trouble. He was running down the empty halls when he and Teuver literally collided into each other. the two sprawled over the floor, but regained themselves quickly.
“Where were you?” Davop asked.
“Fasos lead me this way instead of the way I went.” Teuver said.
“Well duh, this way is closer to the walls.” Davop said. “Come on.”
They all got out of the window, and Davop looked to see if the coast was clear, and then they all ran along the wall, and headed for their ropes. When he got there though he saw they had been severed. He and Teuver looked at each other.
“We got to get him to the gate.” Teuver said.
“No too risky.” Davop said.
That moment they looked at each other though stopped as Davop felt a thud in his chest, and a yell about the spy. He looked down and saw an arrow, and the next thing he knew he was falling, he was twirling through the air, and then everything went black.
Teuver had to bite his lip till he tasted blood to keep himself from screaming. With a sudden twist he turned Fasos around and began running pell mell across the wall. They needed another way down. The gate was too risky. He needed get Fasos out no matter what. That was the only thing that kept him from turning back to his foes and charging them with everything he had. Unfortunately any thought of even thinking about avenging Davop was quelled as he felt a sudden heavy weight jerk his arm. He stopped instantly and turned to see that Fasos had dropped, his arm tightly wrapped around his abdomen.
“Get up,” Teuver urged, his voice surprisingly steady.
“I...I can’t,” Fasos gasped, a spasm of pain passing through his body. Teuver looked at him in horror. what on earth did he mean he couldn’t go on? Everything would be lost if Fasos couldn’t deliver his information. Teuver reached down and grabbed Fasos by his under arms, ignoring the man’s sharp intake of breath. Adrenaline surging through him, Teuver swiftly placed Fasos on his back and made his way for the west wall. He knew a way out from there...
he ducked behind a couple small buildings and loaded his crossbow. at that point he shot the first guard int he chest,a nd got to the side door int he castle. He hated trying to squeeze through, but after a minute he was able to get the two of them through safely. He set a Mitre on the floor, and closed the door so that if anyone ran in, they would set it off. He knew he was in the home stretch, but his back was wearing out from carrying Fasos, so he tried to make it to a tree. The guards seemed to have lost his trail for the moment, but it wouldn’t take them long. Once he made it to the trees he slid down and collapsed behind one. He laid Fasos on the ground and opened his robe the side.
“Careful.” Fasos said.
There was a gaping wound there, and Teuver knew he had to bandage it fast.
“This comes from the guards, they thought they killed me.” Fasos said. “Maybe they did.”
“Don’t talk like that.” Teuvar said while pulling out a bit of cloth from his satchel. he wrapped it tightly around Fasos side; then he stood up to see where the guards were.
One look and he quickly ducked behind the tree again. His heart threatening to leave his body, Teuver prayed he hadn’t been seen. He took another peek, this time moving much more cautiously. He let out a silent sigh of relief. He decided to make a note to himself, high adrenaline rushes could cause slight hallucination. He looked down at Fasos, the man was extremely pale. Great, how was he supposed to get him to safety now? Fasos was staring at Teuver intently, which slightly unnerved him.
“What?” Teuver asked, crouching low his voice barely a whisper. Fasos reached with one hand and pulled something out from beneath his jerkin.
“I was afraid this might happen, so I made sure I had a back up,” he stated, handing Teuver a small cylindrical object.  Teuver looked at it, it reminded him of the secret message cylinders that only higher up Boclix warriors handled. He looked again at Fasos fumbling around with a ring on the middle finger of his right hand.
“Here, take these,” Fasos said, handing Teuver the ring to go along with the cylinder. “Keep them hidden on you...just in case.” Fasos instructed. Teuver gave him a look of defiance.
“We’re going to make it and that’s that, even if I have to carry you ever mitre blasted step of the way.” Teuver stated, unbridled determination setting his face. Lifting Fasos, slightly gentler than before, he made his way as swiftly and silently through the forest. He didn’t plan on being the only one to survive this mission. He would complete it. Nonetheless, he still took the cylinder and decoder ring, he wasn’t stupid, he planned on being prepared for anything, no matter how grim circumstances might begin to look.
He picked up Fasos again, and started to run for the bridge. there were guards now waiting there, so he decided to avoid the bridge, once he was across the bridge they would be fools to pursue him through the old forest, but he had to get there. he walked down to the river.
“DO you think you can swim?” Teuver asked. Fasos shook his head, and so Teuver grabbed him carefully.
“Hang on, I’ll get you across.” Teuver said, and dived into the water. eh did not expect the current to carry him so hard though, and he nearly lost control of Fasos, but he started making his way towards shore. They passed under the bridge just before reaching the shore, which made Teuver nervous and hoped no one saw him. They did however see him, but did not shoot immediately.
Teuver froze, the cold water swirling around his and Fasos’ bodies. The guards on the bridge were hesitant, fear flickered in their eyes. It took all of Teuver’s ability not to let a smile of triumph cross his lips yet. He wasn’t safe still standing there in the water. He needed to get to at least the edge of the trees. but before that, he needed to get out of the water. Teuver took a hesitant step back towards the old forest. Unlike anybody else who went through the old forest, Teuver knew what he was getting himself into. Davop would’ve called him insane for even thinking it, but Teuver knew the forest far better than anyone he had ever met, and he knew it far better than anyone would ever have thought he could know. Teuver took two more slow steps back, bringing him to only a yard from the edge of the woods and a whole foot out of the water. The guards hand jerked, but still he looked fearfully back and forth between Teuver and the forest. He was a young guard, no doubt willing to do anything to get in good with his commanding officers. Nevertheless, Teuver knew the look of someone who had been fed on tales of the old forest hand in  hand with his food, from infancy on up. Teuver decided to take another gamble. He backed up out of the water quickly, then dashed sideways, scuttling like a crap into the dark leafy foliage. Once behind the greenery he didn’t wait, and it was a good thing, arrows were already flying. Teuver moved swiftly and as steadily as he could with Fasos’ weight on his back. He knew where to head, and he planned on getting there. The arrows might be flying, but he knew the most he might have to worry about was a few soldiers daring enough to follow.

Villainy

Villainy is one of those subject that gets radical opinions. But from a Christian perspective, most people declare those who go against the laws of the bible as villains, which, while that makes us sinners, I’m not sure that’s what constitutes as villainy, though it’s a good start; so far I’ve yet to have seen a villain who was without sin…. That would be the weirdest and most difficult idea for a villain ever.

Ok back on my trail of thought: Villains spark some kind of emotion, a villain can not be really a villain without sparking an idea that what they are doing is wrong; or can they? Some of the greatest villains in real life were people who were originally thought to be heroes, look at Hitler, the man was pretty much worshiped in Germany.

So, what is a villain? That’s my problem that I’ve been dealing with lately, Sometimes those who are portrayed as heroes really are villains, and quit often it works the other way too, so I started anylizing villainy not at the black and white obvious, but the grey, who are the souls who lie in between the war of good and evil.

The Anti-hero, and the sympathetic villain. These are both loved in modern story telling as it is more dimensional than: “I’m evil, I wear Red, FEAR ME!!!!” Not that having a 2dimensional villain is always bad, it just isn’t as thought provoking as a three dimensional one. Same goes for heroes, if they all are just “Good good blabbity blabbity get the girl kill the bad dude….” See my point? People like deep stuff…

Problem is, anti-hero and sympathetic villain can be interchangeable. I will take Doc Ock for example. He’s a sympathetic villain who’s lost his wife, and balmes spiderman, so he goes out to…. Kidnap Mary Jane, and rebuild the machine so that mankind can have free energy….

Ok kidnapping bad, he robs a bank, bad….. this si getting really hard here people, in return he’s gonna give us unlimited energy, world peace, and oh right, those really cool arm things could help the disabled.

Oh wait the machine goes wrong, his calculations wer a little off HE WAS SO CLOSE!!!! Seriously, had spider-man came up to him and went: “Hey dude, I had an idea, the generators failed last time, so I was thinking, lets make the reaction smaller, and the field bigger….”

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Oops, yeah… villain gone, hero born.

Lets look at the flipside.

Wolverine tormented as a child, loses his family, tortured by his arch nemesis Sabertooth forever, and um loses his memory….

So in return he puts his dark side behind and goes around saving people in bad situation right?

No that’s the 80s incredible hulk.

This is wolverine, keep it straight.

Wolverine goes around killing people who tormented him, or maiming them, or threatening to kill them, then years later killing them. He’s gained loyal family, but um, ditched them in favor of random killing sprees and anger management issues.

(Ok he’s helped out people in bad situations too, and he’s even taken care of others, but without fail he’ll be on the road fighting some blood bath soon enough)

ARGH!!! It doesn’t make sense, Wolverine’s an anti hero, Doc Ock’s a sympathetic villain, but on the surface they should be opposites!

So….

Ugh.

Ok this is hard, no one knows where the grey line is, so here, I’ll define it FOR everyone.

Villains are those who do wrong, and continue to do wrong, it’s not that they can’t escape their one mistake, it’s that they choose to live in it, and continue it. They become the antagonist, and drive forward into further sin and chaos

Hero’s are those who rise above their possible darkness, and even if they start out bad, they WILL stand for what is right. They will not let themselves fail time and time again

My point behind this? Well honestly but I’ve had a villain for a while, and I’ve not known what to do with him.

The truth is: he’s my oldest villain, in every sense. He was derived from a villain I made when I was four, and the guy is 4,000 years old. He’s evil, and charming, and has light blue eyes, and long blond hair. He looks like an angel, but oh my goodness is he evil. He starts his story by killing his family, removing the protection from his kingdom, and starting his own kingdom. He has his people worship him, perform human sacrifices before him, he kills when he feels like it, but you never know when he’s gonna feel like it, he might kill 12 guards in one week during a time of peace, but when they are losing a war, he’ll be calm, almost kind to his guards.

Figured it out? He’s Devioun. And he was derived from a very early creation of mine. I consider him my most evil character besides possibly Sinner, but whereas Sinner is focused on one man, Devioun is concentrated on everyone. He’s studied witchcraft of all forms, but has never been satisfied, he’s a scientist, but uses his devices and creations to control others. He darks to the dark Spirits, and is even allies with a few, and he has the largest country under his thumb.

Sounds like I’ve got him down pat right? Wrong. Truth is, he’s always been stable in who he is, it’s his position in the hierarchy that is out of whack. In the early pre Devioun days he had a witch who was ugly and cast spells for him, and he was the science guy. Well I gave him her powers, and so he became a sole leader.

Then I brought in the Dark Spirits to the world, it gave a truly gritty and believable edge to his magic, but it also was a threat to him, someone who held his puppet strings. His greatest Ally: Skorpukeil, who in all honesty was supposed to be both a replacement for the witch, and the Devil himself. Bad move as Devioun’s threat goes right out the door when someone bigger and badder than him is in charge, so I made Skorpukeil weak, but that brought in the question: Who WAS in charge?

I created Sklurn, new Satan, and he was a lot better at it, but here’s the catch: Sklurn was again too good, taking away from Devioun, and hampering the story.

So what do I do? I’ve done every rebalancing I can think of, and still I am stuck nowhere.

I came up with another idea, Devioun was supposed to be the main bad guy, and he’s an ultimate evil, why is he not the devil of their universe? Sklurn is so OBVIOUS and cliché it’s not funny, and Skorpukeil is a laughable puppetmaster, so why not Devioun being the real leader. They all thought he was their puppet, but he had some trick up his sleeve, that made him the master of all evil?

Suddenly the doors open up. What if someone took the idea of man being the highest creation of all, both physical and spiritual, and suddenly twist it, He’s taken over everything, and he abuses all power. He controls the Dark Spirits, giving them but the illusion of power and freedom, but he’s more like a controlling master. Then with his people and animals he uses his dark arts to make them worship him, and give themselves for him./

It’s to me, perfect, really, what if Satan was a man, and used every element of his being to destroy all creation? Would he be worse, or Better than a Spiritual Satan?

That is why DEVIOUN will be the new master of all evil. Sklurn was bad to the bone, but he was not a good villain, Skorpukeil acts more like an angry secretary than plot master, and Devioun is a cunning methodical planner with a creative sense of destruction and horror. 

In the Snow

The chill would burn the skin

and so it would always hurt him

As he slowly got out his bed

He yawned, and put on a coat

He would walk out to his shed

That leaned against the old boat

He grabbed the ax, and recalled

A time when there was cheer

Back when he was so enthralled

with the people he knew here

The kids would come out and play

The stars were clear in the black sky

And he would watch and stay

before he would in the end wander by

each whack against the grain

he would forget each voice

for their voices brought pain

just like the Children's toys

He raised the logs to his shoulder

He would walk back through the bog

He would rest them against the boulder

And himself rest against the logs

Then in the silence he heard a sound

Something he had not heard in years

a singing voice that sung so loud

A sweet voice that almost brought tears

He stood up quickly, and looked

at the woman who sang that song

The woman's face looked quite spooked

so that her voice did not last long

“Who on earth are you?” she exclaimed

The man stood, and did not reply

“I am looking for the old man” She claimed

“The one who looks at the sky”

“I am the one” The man muttered

“Then come with me” she said.

He stepped forth; his heart fluttered

and she lead him past the shed

He stepped into the forest where

It happened so long ago

The sight gave him quite a scare

But she said “Breath slow”

He stopped suddenly in the cold

She looked at him curiously

He suddenly did not feel so bold

She then looked at him seriously

“Come forth, and see they are not dead”

She said with a tone of honesty

“We are all still here far beyond your shed”

She took his hand but he pulled free

“If this is a trick, or a prank” He started

“I assure it is not” She pulled him along

“Then take me there” So they departed

She skipped along, then broke into song

“for we have waited through cold

and then sat in the ashes of our joy

below the sky, so bright and bold

No belongings, not even a child's toy”

The man quickly pulled out an old train

the last toy he had seen in the snow

the item he kept close, despite the pain

so that someone in the world might know

She took the train, a tear came to her eye

“A little girl own this once” She said sadly

“Someone who knit well, for this was mine”

She handed it back, but he gave it gladly

They rounded the corner, and that sound

a sound he had known so long ago

the sound of little voices singing around

the tree that was decorated in snow

“They are alive!” He yelled is great joy,

He rushed forth almost skipping along

She stood there and just clutched her toy

As he pranced around and sang her song

That night he had a home, not far away

Though round the bend, he never knew

that past his night, was a shining day

and a sky not dark and grey but blue

And he sat there drinking his chocolate

As the carolers gathered all around

a child took his mug and drank the last bit

So he sang a sound and made great sound

The chill could burn the skin

but could no longer hurt him

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