An Tiarna Dubh
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Jun 22, 2018 19:54:40 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 19:54:40 GMT -8
Looking at Morrígu indignantly the Old man responded first to her initial question
-An Tiarna-
"Well I believe that is kindda obvious. And really, how much more dead can he get?"
Then index finger waving at Maureen he spoke
-An Tiarna-
"And she just did what I asked of her."
Turning to Maureen said scoldingly
-An Tiarna-
"Listening to strangers is something that you should not do."
Then ironically tossed off an order
"Run to your mother."
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Jun 22, 2018 20:01:48 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 20:01:48 GMT -8
Boland being blown into the stone age did not seem to effect Maureen but she winced at Morrígu's censure, yet held her ground. She did not miss the skewed logic in what fell from the Old man's lips but the girl jumped at his word and ran to Morrígu. The woman took the child in her arms and spoke tender yet stern
-Morrígu-
"I am sure that was great fun but could we try not to blow Boland to pieces a second time?"
Not awaiting an answer she set the girl down on her feet and said
"Now you run over there and see how horribly deformed he is now?"
The little girl ran off. Arriving at Boland she picked up a stick and poked at his smoking body. Boland, of course, could not get anymore dead than he was already. Coughing Boland rose. So much for that cute belief among the living that the dead feel no more pain he thought
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Jun 23, 2018 16:39:54 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 23, 2018 16:39:54 GMT -8
Suddenly the Heavens unfolded & for but a fleeting moment they could see the state of the Land of the Living. It was heartbreaking. The longing for all now gone and to never be again, but such is death. An Tiarna looked down seeing Maureen.. She truly filled the small portion of his Black heart with sorrow, a child so young struck down that easy in life. It was a terrible pity. So he spoke
“Let me tell you of Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna, Warriors of the Iron Fists in Common. The IF as many called us.”
The Old man began at the very start, with the story of meeting a young man and took him as his apprentice, one that he placed the name Gaiscioch Dearg on. Then he spoke at length of Vereor, another fledgling warrior who fell under his wing. And he told of how with these two he formed the IF, as a part of the CDDC and ventured out on an unwitting Universe. He laid down the tale of how these three painted a ridiculous path of destruction, mayhem, havoc and outright stupidity across the Universe. And how they must have asked themselves “What did we do to deserve playing a bit part in this in this madness?” He told of battles, acts of vengeance, making dear friends and bitter enemies. The Old man took a drink, or ten during this time to kill a horse and must have chain smoked three packs of cigarettes as he went on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and you guessed it, on some more. He told of his sad departure from the CDDC, a drunken hazy time with Lord Nihilus. Then he told of how his dear friend Lord Mortus offered him Manaan to park himself and his faction on. He gave play by play description, not leaving a drop of the story out of his meeting Pyros and much of their exploits. The tale went on as he reiterated the meeting on Lord Maximus, Das Bunndy and others. The friendship he formed withAzrael, Randall Flagg, whom he may have drove over the edge into a nervous breakdown with his a anally retentive obsession with detail, and Lord Reign, who was a brother from yet another mother. He then told of the faithful day over Taris when he came upon a ship about to be blasted into the stone age and the consequent annihilation of the Vong. Here the story took a turn, as he explained that one of those who he rescued that day was his brother, Lord Iniquitous. He went on telling that Iniquitous was in fact Dace Concordia, as it was later determined, which made him his wife’s brother. There he more than stumbled a stretch trying to make sense of it all, which was foretelling of the end of this tragic comedy, yet on he rolled. And rolled and rolled and rolled. Stopping for cigarette number 1003, .6399999, if counted to an exact number, butting it out he asked
“Heard enough yet?”
That merely being a rhetorical question on he then went. Then came the story of Piteos and himself. And once again begged pardon for his horrific spelling, telling of how he was too busy with learning the ways of the Dark Side, which of course coupled with swordsmanship invariably led to violence. And there he stopped cold, forgetting where he was for a moment but collecting himself spoke sternly of how his Path explains why he missed school, a fact that was abundantly transparent without his informing any as to such but it allotted him more room to ramble. And ramble he did! He spoke at length of the great folly of empire building, which in his case began innocently enough when Az kindly gave him the KDY, which he thought at first was an intergalactic fried chicken store. He skirted over much of the blood, the wrath and the hey hey hey. Instead he told the fateful story of his bizarre marriage to Sinistra, and how, all things collectively led to the Abyss. Then he concluded falling into singing an improvised version of a song by the band CCR, from another reality, that summed things up ‘things got bad, then things got worse, I guess you know the tune, Oh! Lord Stuck in Lodi again.’
And as An Tiarna went on the Otherworld trembled and the Dead collected in deep thought pondering if they could kill the dead, or maybe find a way to hurl him back among the living and let them deal with him…..
OoC Heart filled apologies for any names missed in that go but it is one long agonising story
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Jun 23, 2018 20:31:46 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 23, 2018 20:31:46 GMT -8
Boland coughed and ash scattered from his mouth. He walked into the middle of An Tiarna’s rant. The IF he had heard much of and by the end wished to hear more from a, if not the first hand witness to their wild exploits. Morrígu also listened keenly. Much of this was uneven and it certainly begged a more in-depth treatment but she felt that the man was consciously editing the story for the child’s expense. That said, she wondered what exactly the point of his tale was. Perhaps it was just an old man reminiscing. Maureen was captivated. She casually read Morrígu’s thought that much was edited from the story for her expense but she did not understand that, as the old ugly man hadn’t asked for any credits to hear him speak. Maybe he was one of those panhandlers Daddy swore a blue streak about and Mommy, because ‘but for the grace of the Force go I', gave all of her loose change to. Then it struck home that she would experience none of this. No friends… no story that she would one day tell a little girl – nothing. She was dead. Her tiny heart, now unbeating, nevertheless was shattered into a thousand pieces
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Jun 23, 2018 20:33:11 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 23, 2018 20:33:11 GMT -8
He sensed the girl’s sudden trauma. At that moment An Tiarna spoke commandingly -An Tiarna- “This child will not want of anything. She will enjoy her time here in Tír na nÓg ~ the Land of the Young.” Fist pounding the air accenting his words -An Tiarna- “School. She will be taught Reading, Writing & Arithmetic.” His pronunciation of the final word sounded like ‘art-attack' but with the former Boland and Morrígu caught the gist -An Tiarna- “When things come to that time, Morrígu can tell of the birds and the bees & all that freshness business we so painfully avoid.” Casting that aside with a giant right hand as if the subject itself was a killer bee -An Tiarna- “Boland… I’m sure that you can do something semi-productive to aid in the girl’s intellectual growth.” Rethinking that fast "Guns.... We already carelessly have her toying with hardware.... target range." Gaze hitting the ground "A pistol is a touch dangerous but if you get a rifle on your shoulder she can get betwixt your arms learn to aim well and pull the trigger with help." Transparent to any that he'd run a child through that course before his hard eyes softened falling on Maureen -An Tiarna- “And you are going to just be a kid and have fun.” Hands waving in the air he slipped a throwing knife from his side placing it in Maureen’s tiny hand -An Tiarna- “Be a doll & plant this in Boland.” He sat back with a sigh and lit a cigarette
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Jun 23, 2018 20:36:39 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 23, 2018 20:36:39 GMT -8
Taking the knife the Old man offered Maureen turned hurling it at Boland Boland, who up til that point, perhaps the wrong word, concurred with the Old man, tried to stand and avoid the projectile but her throw was true and struck him in the thigh. Letting out a howl Boland tore it from his thigh, considered hurling it back but the Old man’s brutal glare erased that from his head Morrígu heard every word. She understood how this knuckle-dragging subhuman could run a faction. And she agreed with his short sermon on parenting, and as consequence said nothing. She forgave his handing the knife to Maureen and even giggled as it hit Boland. But she fast thought: That idiocy is going to stop The Raven wondered what in his long, long, long life without life accompanying those about to die then escorting them to the Afterlife he had done to deserve this and in that moment wished to incinerate them all
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Jun 24, 2018 11:56:14 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 24, 2018 11:56:14 GMT -8
So this was it.... It had… it had been. He struggled. How long had it been? It had been a long run, exact numbers escaping the Old man, immortal now or not. A long, long winding road. The memories fashioned on that rocky path were many. And indeed he fell into those memories. Wind rising up off the sea of Manaan and crashing down cruelly onto the beach had hardened the already stoic expression on his face and as consequence revealed no emotions, save red hot fury in eyes. Behind the mask of passionate rage in those bottomless pits lay another sea, a sea of regrets held deep inside but never shown. Now here he sat a creature of chaos in this place of eternal tranquillity. Silently the two collided violently like two SSDs in the night. And from this destruction came Peace Eternal like a phoenix rising from flames
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Jun 27, 2018 22:51:21 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 27, 2018 22:51:21 GMT -8
The Old man abruptly blurted out -An Tiarna- “Chaos. Who would want to get greased and end up in that mess?” Scratching head arms opening wide -An Tiarna- “Manad…. Depending on how it rolls from the tongue, sounds like a cheap wine or something that you apply to small wounds.” Face distorted begs -An Tiarna- “The Living Force…. Am I the only one who finds the bitter irony in that name for a place to house the dead?” -An Tiarna- Voice now beyond bewildered -An Tiarna- “Harmony…. C’mon. I mean really, what exactly is harmonious about Dying?” Looking at the beauty around him -An Tiarna- “Gotta admit tis a nice spread here….”
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Jun 27, 2018 23:07:37 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 27, 2018 23:07:37 GMT -8
Morrígu bit her lip and ducked her head holding back the laughter as the Old man rant rolled by her ears. Boland, after trying desperately to process some type of wisdom out of it all, shook his head and lit a cigarette. Maureen started at An Tiarna fascinated The Raven listened
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Jun 28, 2018 1:54:16 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 1:54:16 GMT -8
The Old man spoke, clearly addressing Maureen -An Tiarna- “We should go forth Maureen and haunt the Land of the Living; a whole universe lies in wait!” Gesturing to Morrígu and Boland -An Tiarna- “These two gits have yet to even begin to grasp the concept of moving from one realm of existence to another ….” Giant right hand waving past the two -An Tiarna- “And once they get that straight they’ll still be all balled up hesitation created by logic.” Leaning forward with a smile -An Tiarna- “Whereas with I myself logic has never played a part in any of my decisions and even then I have an utter disregard for consequences….” Smiling at the girl -An Tiarna- “And you in your innocence will find traveling between dimensions quite effortless.” Giant right index finger shaking scolding -An Tiarna- “Just don’t be getting all caught up in what is and what can never be. Understand?”
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Jun 28, 2018 2:13:14 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 2:13:14 GMT -8
Maureen listened hanging onto every word that escaped the Old man's mouth. His suggestion made her tiny heart race and as he finished she asked Morrígu pleadingly -Maureen- "Can I!?!" Boland, head cocked to the right listened closely as An Tiarna spoke. Well that was a bit belittling he thought. Then... then the girl automatically asks Morrígu if she can go haunt the living with Big ugly. Morrígu turned to Boland with eyes raised softening the blow to some degree. At Boland's shoulder shrug Morrígu rolling her eyes and responded -Morrígu- "Only if you're good." Maureen sunk at the request of her to achieve the impossible. The Raven was keenly interested in this talk of travel. The Raven could move between dimensions without a second thought; where he was restricted was his company
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Jun 28, 2018 2:26:26 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 2:26:26 GMT -8
The Old man sat smoking a blunt, which in the Netherworld was completely legal, and listened. At Morrígu's request he bellowed -An Tiarna- "Don't be ridiculous; she'll be fine." Standing he offered a hand to Maureen
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Jun 28, 2018 3:44:44 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 3:44:44 GMT -8
Maureen holding back the urge to stick a tongue out at Morrígu, took the Old man's hand. And then it was if she were lifted up into a flurry of sound and color. All things that had been this were now that and vice versa. Morrígu, Boland, or anything around them mattered and into the mystic she was carried
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Jun 28, 2018 21:43:37 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 21:43:37 GMT -8
Two entities dropped effortlessly onto the rich fertile soils of Harmony. It was Maureen, but a child, who led the mighty AnTiarna by the hand down to the heavenly earth that now lie beneath their feet. The Raven left her shoulder and returned to his roost upon the shoulder of Morrígu, who sat with Boland awaiting the tale that would be wove of the trail the three had broken in the The Land of the Living and what news, if any the three carried with them
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Jun 28, 2018 21:51:49 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 28, 2018 21:51:49 GMT -8
The Old man welcomed for once not to lead but be led. Settling down he lit a cigarette, which seemed to never run short here in the Great Hereafter, a term which he did not fully comprehend but that a mere pointless philosophical query that led nowhere - fast. He looked at the girl, then to Morrígu and Boland. Nothing stranger than Life, so many say..... He now begged to differ. Death was far more odd
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Jun 29, 2018 19:39:39 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 19:39:39 GMT -8
Morrígu teased and toyed with Boland, as he himself basked in her favor. Young Love blossomed in the most unusual and harsh conditions. It was perhaps the greatest beauty and most sorrowful aspect of the unstoppable emotion
Maureen chased a butterfly giggling, thankfully caught up the excitement of the moment. The innocence was so pure it could not be observed by any and not simultaneously fill the heart with joy and stir up the most abject of sorrow
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Jun 29, 2018 19:42:04 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 19:42:04 GMT -8
An Tiarna’s life had been a tale of great fame and cruel folly that was nothing short of legendary. So now as he looked upon the three a sudden tenderness and pity struck him. The man, whom he knew at a mere glance had as much dignity, courage and power than many a man who’d fought at his side, or fallen by his hand. And then this Morrígu, a woman of great promise cut down in her prime with so much yet to be fulfilled. It shook the Old man to the core. Then he looked to this child, Maureen. But a child touched by the Hand of Fate, her who wielded a power so magnificent it was deafening. The end of life was fated by powers far beyond him, that he knew and accepted but… but in some judgements of the Gods he could find no rhyme or reason at all
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Jun 29, 2018 19:50:09 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 19:50:09 GMT -8
The Raven, sat on the shoulder of Morrígu, totally oblivious of the action around him. He watched the Old man and knew his inner thoughts. Here too the Mighty Bird of Death himself was puzzled. Escorting souls from the Land of the Living to the Afterlife was a daunting task, and unfortunately somewhere between here and there, captured in that noble endeavour, the glory of life itself was too often too easily lost. The Raven was unusually rendered speechless, for lack of a compelling response that would satisfy himself. He found the this most disturbing
The wee girl chased playfully after the butterfly, which led her gently along until it rested upon the Old man’s head. Maureen stopped looking up at the thing of beauty settled peacefully on the horrific manifestation of all things ugly. She smiled
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Jun 29, 2018 21:21:52 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 21:21:52 GMT -8
The old man, face flat looked back at the child with his bottomless eyes. In one smooth motion he drew a revolver with right hand from left side. Then his mighty arm extended full out and a calloused finger pulled down upon the trigger
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Jun 29, 2018 21:38:31 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 21:38:31 GMT -8
Maureen did not flinch at the Old man’s movements and stood her ground
The bullet tore through the Raven, blowing it clear off the shoulder of Morrígu
Started the woman turned with the blow staring jaw dropped at the Old man. No words exited her mouth. Boland too turned a second then back at the woman. His own jaw dropped as the flying feathers and smoke cleared. There sat The Raven, far from peacefully, where it was before
The Raven scarcely needed think and Lightening, more fierce and exactingly true than any mere Mortal could imagine was hurled at the Old man
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