Moonshade Stories

Moonshade Stories


RP StoriesPosted by (Deleted) 2011-07-05 19:09
Hey guys, I'm so sorry for having to write a blog post on here but I can't get ahold of you any other way. This is Nequisan, if you don't remember me I'm sure you just need to look back on some of the posts here to be reminded...
The reason why I am writing is because I'm afraid to say that I need the blog posts deleted or modified (I'm not bothered about which) because I now use the name 'Nequisan' as part of my business. That is why I have changed my username to this.
It isn't completely urgent but if you do happen to know how I can do it or it you could manage it yourself I would be very grateful.

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Nequisans Ritual of Transformation

RP StoriesPosted by Nequisan 2009-11-03 12:44
"Thankyou all for joining me on this momentous occasion. I trust you all know why we are here, and if you don't... please allow me to explain briefly."

"On my journeys through Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms, I have encountered many beings, good and evil. "

"Through this, and with help from Andra, I have discovered and concluded that in fact there is no real life and death."

"There is only power, wisdom and knowledge.
Today, I will show you that with with the right knowledge, you can gain maximum power and infinite wisdom."

Nequisan pulls out Andras journal and removes a folded piece of paper- her notes.

Nequisan looks around at her fellow guild mates, and smiles.


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Letter to Andissiel and Andra

RP StoriesPosted by Nequisan 2009-11-03 12:41
I hereby invite you to witness by ritual of transformation tomorrow at midday.
As you know, my soul has been given a new meaning, a new calling, and I will make it my duty to answer the call of this powerful, wise voice.
I ask only that you are present in this time, and that you will not fear me in my new form. I wish merely to grasp the power of life and death and use it to mine and my loved ones' advantage.

May life make you wiser and death make you stronger;

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Nequisan's Diary Entry

RP StoriesPosted by Nequisan 2009-10-27 02:26
Today a few friends and I visited a strange place named Straltholme. It would appear the place has been completely overtaken by creatures of the damned; ugly undead creatures with dreadful rotting flesh.
The place bored me at first; I have never had an interest in fighting in the past, but once we got 'the ball rolling', I found I was enjoying myself.
Then, one moment, my mind relapsed into a strange vision!
I found myself standing in a dark place, surrounded by shadows and smoke. It was cool, however, calming. It was in this place I saw an image of a strange man, with long, white hair- he was covered in heavy armor and I... was somehow attracted to him. I knew in my mind that it was some sort of 'Dead Knight' (or whatever they are named- disgusting things...). I decided to follow him, as he had started to move.
He took me to an altar, and showed me something that lay floating above a platform.
It was... amazing. It was death. floating there, bulbous, glittering, glorious. It was not fear, it was not weak... it was brave and powerful.
I had finally found what I was looking for- a powerful source- my, it seems Andra was right- life's rules CAN be bent to our will, and it WILL make us stronger. That is why she is so interested in...
But this, this is something different from immortality. This is... life AND death. Immortality AND mortality... the greatest strengths of both.
Once I had returned to reality, I felt a change within myself. I am still me... I suppose I feel I have become wiser, perhaps.. wealthier knowledge. For I know the secret now. He told me, that man...

I know what I have to do.

Life will make me wiser, and Death will make me stronger.

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Assassinating with oszy, 1

RP StoriesPosted by Oszy 2009-07-31 02:28

A picture of the scenery were I write my stories. And ofcourse the actual Story.

And excuse this blog thingy for ruining my layout on the stories. Damn spaces between every damn return... oh well, here goes. Enjoy!

Assassinating with Oszy, part one.

Oszy waited behind a large tree. On the other side of the small forest-road the Rogue Trainer had made himself practically invisible. The trainer was now gesturing feverishly for Oszy to do the same. Oszy merely shrugged. There was no point for him to hide; compared to him the tree was huge. Four times as wide as Oszy, maybe even more.

The sound of heavy footfalls made the Trainer seize his gesturing. Oszy and the trainer peered around their trees at the same time. A small grin formed on Oszy’s face as he saw his target approach, a bulky male Orc, clad in leather. The target was blissfully unaware of his fate, walking lazily along the road, grunting along to some horrible sailor tune, undoubtedly picked up in some bar in Ratchet.

Oszy ignored the new load of incoming gestures from the Trainer and drew one of his throwing knives. Gripping the tip of the blade he drew back his arm and, taking one final look at the Orc, he jumped on the road and let the knife fly. The knife flew towards the target. Closing the distance in the blink of an eye, the knife hit home, burying itself deeply in the groin of the Orc. The Orc let out a soft whimper as his knees buckled. Hunching over, the Orc cradled his ruined family jewels with both hands. Not that it would do him much good.

Oszy had not waited to see if the knife hit its target. He drew his swords and rushed forwards, closing the distance between him and the Orc in seven quick strides. Nearing the hunched Orc, Oszy leaned forward as he ran. Suddenly leaning back he kicked off with his left foot, outstretching his right leg as the kick connected his foot with the Orc’s jaw. The power of the back flip kick sent the Orc flying back, stumbling two steps before he fell down on his back. The body hit the dirt like a sack of dung.

Oszy landed nimbly on his feet two paces back, immediately taking a fighting ready stance, awaiting the Orc. Nothing came though. The Orc still laid where he had fallen; no movement, no threat. Casting a quick glance back to his trainer, who answered with a confused look in return. Oszy shook his head and slowly moved closer to the Orc, circling around his unmoving target. As the back of the Orc’s head came into view, Oszy saw the cause of the immobile Orc. From the back of the Orc’s head a jagged rock stuck out. The Orc had landed with his skull on the jagged rock, shattering the skull instantly. Blood and brain fluids were now slowly dripping out of the Orc’s head. Oszy sheathed his swords and turned towards his Trainer, who was slowly getting out of cover. Shrugging once Oszy addressed his Trainer, with a slight smirk.

“Kill-stealing rocks…. Go figure….”

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