Post by Cazador on Oct 21, 2017 12:43:14 GMT -6
Well I can say that it has been quite awhile since anyone has been on here. I truly miss Dead on Arrival. No other board I have found has come close to the creative freedom that allowed us to all create such unique stories. I wanted to thank all of you for the good times we all crafted together. While I doubt anyone will see this story, I still wanted to post it as a farewell to the good days that happened on here. While I couldn’t remember all the details of what has happened here, I still hope that this small story will be to everyone’s satisfactory. If people have read it then maybe I will post more but for now enjoy the sad ending of a grand story.
Genesis 1000 AH
Prologue
The land was green and heavily overrun with vegetation. The trunk of the trees were red and thick. Some were bare while others were covered thickly with moss or vines. Some trunks with both. If one were to look up they could hardly even see the sun as the large branches were covered with dark green leaves. Walking through a forest with such trees would be no relaxing task either. There were many random shrubs scattered everywhere and many of the trees' roots were just protruding through the ground. If one were not careful they could easily trip and twist an ankle. A slow or crippled target would make for an excellent target for the predators that roamed the forest.
Not many people traversed this forest though. Save, except for one. Deep within the forest stood a tower. Mostly made of stone, save for the wooden cover at the top, its height reached above the tress. It allowed the one who lived there to look out beyond the forest and almost see the ruins of the old Victorian city or at least what was left of it.
What was once a grand home of the Hollowton Royal Castle had been transformed into a shell of it’s former glory. The nearby forest had more than ample time to reclaim what was once apart of it. Overgrowth had taken over the city along with the wild animals. If one were to come across such a city, they would realize right away that none had lived there for nearly a millennia.
The only thing that looked relatively new was the tower. If someone were to go inside that tower they would realize it wasn’t a military outpost, but a home and laboratory. The entry level appeared to be the living quarters. Straight ahead of the entrance was a brown cushioned chair. In front of the chair was a fire place. The pipe to it ran throughout the tower to provide warmth to it. The vents along the pipes remained filtered to keep smoke from filling the room while still providing warmth.
Next to the chair was a small wooden table with red finish. On top of it was an unlit candle along with a tobacco pipe. The floor all around the living area was covered in rugs. They appeared to be made of multiple wild life from throughout the area. Some still had taxidermy heads attached to the fur. To the left of the entrance was a queen sized bed. The blankets had appeared to be made of the same material as the rugs minus the heads of course. The pillows however did not look comfortable as they were heavily flattened from years of use.
Next to the bed was a nightstand of excellent craftsmanship except for a few scratches and dents. It had to of been prewar and somehow survived the years. The golden handles on it shined just as well as they did so long ago. On top of it was another candle. This one looked as though it had been almost used up and would have to be replaced soon. To the right of the entrance was what could be considered the kitchen. There was a counter to cut up food and several dried up blood splatters from what had to of been a butchering of some sort of meat.
Next to the counter were a set of stairs that circled the inside of the tower. Going down would lead into the basement. There wasn’t much out of the ordinary in there except for that everything was either boxed up or bagged. Based off the smell it had to of been food. The box that stood out from them all was the metal one. Without any electricity, this one was somehow remaining cold. Most likely it contained perishable foods, but what was keeping it cold.
The only explanation could be from the one who lived there. A mage and the only living being in the area at the moment. Upstairs from the living quarters he could be heard working. The second level of the tower was the laboratory. The place was a mess. Vials of potions scattered everywhere, old technologies taken apart on a table opposite of the stairs, and several spell books spread across an alchemy and enchanting table. Nothing seemed organized but this was how he had come to work.
The lone figure stood over his spellbooks. His hands held up his leaning body as he looked over the book. He wore black boots that had faded into almost a dark grey color. His brown trousers appeared to be good condition which had suggested that he had made them perhaps a few months ago. His long sleeved shirt was of a darker brown color than his trousers and left part of his chest exposed. Over his shirt was a black vest that also served as bandoliers for his potions and scrolls. His hands were covered in black leather fingerless gloves which served to help him maintain a better grip on certain items while also affording the feeling of touch for his fingertips.
His face wasn’t that of a human. He was of the Altmer race, better known as the high elves. He was tall, definitely seven feet. His skin was tinted green a little bit and he appeared thin. Not too skinny but he was definitely in athletic shape. Not surprising considering he had to of been roughing it out in the wild. His once black hair and beard had begun to show signs of of greying. He had been cutting it himself for the last several hundred years and had gotten pretty good at it. His beard was trimmed back neatly and he kept his hair tied back into a ponytail. His most noteworthy trait had to of been his pure white eyes. How he could see without any pupils was a mystery but then again he was a mage and an old one at that.
The current look on his face gave the impression of annoyance. After leaning over his spell book he raised his head towards a square machine on the other table. Slowly he lifted his arms up and pointed the palms of his hands toward the machine. For a moment nothing happened. The mage just stared out as if he was lost in thought. His breathing started to slow down and he narrowed his eyes. Sparks began to come out from his hands before becoming a beam of electricity. It poured out from his hands and into the square box.
The box itself was made of metal and had many carvings of several old runes in it. The inside of it had a crystal core which was most likely the power source and had several wires running into it from at least 10 circuitry boards. As electrical power fed into the box it began to glow brighter starting from blue to pure white. The brighter the box became, the more one could hear a low pitched hum coming from it. This went for several minutes until he slowly began to pull back on his power. The lightning finally came to halt and the square box’s light came back to a warm glowing blue.
The mage stared intensely at it as if he were a gambling man waiting to see what the next cards on the table would be. A drop of sweat started to run down his forehead. He was nervous. His jaw was locked tight as he waited for something to happen or not happen. Then it did do something. The glow from the square faded out back to darkness. The mage’s look went from nervous to downright disappointment and then to a look of anger. He grumbled to himself before heading downstairs.
He needed some air to think. As he went out the entrance, the mage slammed the door behind him and walked off a little bit. The door slamming sent a shutter through out the tower and as the mage stormed off, the square box from upstairs began to glow once again. This time the light from it was accompanied by a hologram of himself. The hologram appeared to be transparent and stood perfectly on the ground. With in moments of activating, the hologram spoke.
“My name is Valandil Seregon. If you are watching this then it means I am dead and millions of years have gone by for sentient species to evolve once again. I am leaving this as the last recorded document of the world. The current date is 1000 years after Harbinger. At this time, I am the last living being on this planet or perhaps anywhere in existence…”
Genesis 1000 AH
Prologue
The land was green and heavily overrun with vegetation. The trunk of the trees were red and thick. Some were bare while others were covered thickly with moss or vines. Some trunks with both. If one were to look up they could hardly even see the sun as the large branches were covered with dark green leaves. Walking through a forest with such trees would be no relaxing task either. There were many random shrubs scattered everywhere and many of the trees' roots were just protruding through the ground. If one were not careful they could easily trip and twist an ankle. A slow or crippled target would make for an excellent target for the predators that roamed the forest.
Not many people traversed this forest though. Save, except for one. Deep within the forest stood a tower. Mostly made of stone, save for the wooden cover at the top, its height reached above the tress. It allowed the one who lived there to look out beyond the forest and almost see the ruins of the old Victorian city or at least what was left of it.
What was once a grand home of the Hollowton Royal Castle had been transformed into a shell of it’s former glory. The nearby forest had more than ample time to reclaim what was once apart of it. Overgrowth had taken over the city along with the wild animals. If one were to come across such a city, they would realize right away that none had lived there for nearly a millennia.
The only thing that looked relatively new was the tower. If someone were to go inside that tower they would realize it wasn’t a military outpost, but a home and laboratory. The entry level appeared to be the living quarters. Straight ahead of the entrance was a brown cushioned chair. In front of the chair was a fire place. The pipe to it ran throughout the tower to provide warmth to it. The vents along the pipes remained filtered to keep smoke from filling the room while still providing warmth.
Next to the chair was a small wooden table with red finish. On top of it was an unlit candle along with a tobacco pipe. The floor all around the living area was covered in rugs. They appeared to be made of multiple wild life from throughout the area. Some still had taxidermy heads attached to the fur. To the left of the entrance was a queen sized bed. The blankets had appeared to be made of the same material as the rugs minus the heads of course. The pillows however did not look comfortable as they were heavily flattened from years of use.
Next to the bed was a nightstand of excellent craftsmanship except for a few scratches and dents. It had to of been prewar and somehow survived the years. The golden handles on it shined just as well as they did so long ago. On top of it was another candle. This one looked as though it had been almost used up and would have to be replaced soon. To the right of the entrance was what could be considered the kitchen. There was a counter to cut up food and several dried up blood splatters from what had to of been a butchering of some sort of meat.
Next to the counter were a set of stairs that circled the inside of the tower. Going down would lead into the basement. There wasn’t much out of the ordinary in there except for that everything was either boxed up or bagged. Based off the smell it had to of been food. The box that stood out from them all was the metal one. Without any electricity, this one was somehow remaining cold. Most likely it contained perishable foods, but what was keeping it cold.
The only explanation could be from the one who lived there. A mage and the only living being in the area at the moment. Upstairs from the living quarters he could be heard working. The second level of the tower was the laboratory. The place was a mess. Vials of potions scattered everywhere, old technologies taken apart on a table opposite of the stairs, and several spell books spread across an alchemy and enchanting table. Nothing seemed organized but this was how he had come to work.
The lone figure stood over his spellbooks. His hands held up his leaning body as he looked over the book. He wore black boots that had faded into almost a dark grey color. His brown trousers appeared to be good condition which had suggested that he had made them perhaps a few months ago. His long sleeved shirt was of a darker brown color than his trousers and left part of his chest exposed. Over his shirt was a black vest that also served as bandoliers for his potions and scrolls. His hands were covered in black leather fingerless gloves which served to help him maintain a better grip on certain items while also affording the feeling of touch for his fingertips.
His face wasn’t that of a human. He was of the Altmer race, better known as the high elves. He was tall, definitely seven feet. His skin was tinted green a little bit and he appeared thin. Not too skinny but he was definitely in athletic shape. Not surprising considering he had to of been roughing it out in the wild. His once black hair and beard had begun to show signs of of greying. He had been cutting it himself for the last several hundred years and had gotten pretty good at it. His beard was trimmed back neatly and he kept his hair tied back into a ponytail. His most noteworthy trait had to of been his pure white eyes. How he could see without any pupils was a mystery but then again he was a mage and an old one at that.
The current look on his face gave the impression of annoyance. After leaning over his spell book he raised his head towards a square machine on the other table. Slowly he lifted his arms up and pointed the palms of his hands toward the machine. For a moment nothing happened. The mage just stared out as if he was lost in thought. His breathing started to slow down and he narrowed his eyes. Sparks began to come out from his hands before becoming a beam of electricity. It poured out from his hands and into the square box.
The box itself was made of metal and had many carvings of several old runes in it. The inside of it had a crystal core which was most likely the power source and had several wires running into it from at least 10 circuitry boards. As electrical power fed into the box it began to glow brighter starting from blue to pure white. The brighter the box became, the more one could hear a low pitched hum coming from it. This went for several minutes until he slowly began to pull back on his power. The lightning finally came to halt and the square box’s light came back to a warm glowing blue.
The mage stared intensely at it as if he were a gambling man waiting to see what the next cards on the table would be. A drop of sweat started to run down his forehead. He was nervous. His jaw was locked tight as he waited for something to happen or not happen. Then it did do something. The glow from the square faded out back to darkness. The mage’s look went from nervous to downright disappointment and then to a look of anger. He grumbled to himself before heading downstairs.
He needed some air to think. As he went out the entrance, the mage slammed the door behind him and walked off a little bit. The door slamming sent a shutter through out the tower and as the mage stormed off, the square box from upstairs began to glow once again. This time the light from it was accompanied by a hologram of himself. The hologram appeared to be transparent and stood perfectly on the ground. With in moments of activating, the hologram spoke.
“My name is Valandil Seregon. If you are watching this then it means I am dead and millions of years have gone by for sentient species to evolve once again. I am leaving this as the last recorded document of the world. The current date is 1000 years after Harbinger. At this time, I am the last living being on this planet or perhaps anywhere in existence…”
