This is a storrie that me and my friends are still working on, hope you enjoy heart
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In the land of LORE there are seven songs of power each song having there own abilities and powers. The seven songs are: The song of Honor, The song of Brotherhood, The song of Justice, The song of Wisdom, The song of Love, The song of Hope, and The song of Dreams. These songs are said to have the power to change the face of LORE if any one person obtains all of them.
Norris is walking through town wondering where to start. He has been on a journey for several months now with no results. He’s a bard, but this wasn’t always the case. He used to be an assassin, but his order was destroyed by the Knights of Swordhaven, but he survived as he was away on a mission at the time. He never liked being an assassin, but it didn’t change the fact that he was good at it. Some of his past is reflected in him now, unlike most bards he carried hidden weapons. A dagger in each boot, a sword hidden in his instrument, A bow on his back, and some poison darts in his belt. He has a patch over his left eye where he was shot with an arrow a few years back in a battle in the Neverglades. He has brown hair and green eyes, and a short beard that covers his chin. His journey has taken him too many places, but he has yet to find what he is looking for “The Seven Songs of Power”. These songs are said to have the power to save or destroy the world. Now he is in Battleon looking for clues to begin his journey anew.
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Aiaros walked along the seaside cliff, his black cloak giving him the appearance of a Wraith. All he needed was a dark and stormy night, and he'd have his typical horror story. But it wasn't a story he was searching for, it was a song.
As he walked, he began to shed his robe, in order to take on a more friendly appearance. After so many years, he knew exactly how to sway a guardian to his side. After all, he had studied the subject for years. All for this one moment, where he would finally meet a guardian of one of the great songs. He had gathered all the information he needed, and soon... his quest would be complete.
Smiling pleasantly, he walked along the dusty path, on his way to Battleon
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Art was standing at the edge of the cliff looking at a rip in time...
'Humans... So stupid they can't even figure out space." he waved his arm and it dissapeared. Then a man in a black robe appeared behind him. "I know you're there. A simple transportation spell. Hmph, I expected more."
"Art Lyte... You have been chosen..."said the man in a mysterious voice.
"For what?"
"You have been chosen to be the guardian of the Wisdom song." he paused for a few moments.
"What are songs?" but the man grabbed his shoulder and he appeared on top of a bulding in Falconreach. He then handed him a scroll.
"Protect it, for people will seek to kill you.... But, if you are caught defeated, you shall give up the song...." then the man faded.
"What a little town of meat heads. I bet none of these fools can even comprehend my first word that comes out of my mouth." He then took his black schimitar off his back. "I hate meat heads..... Just like my foolish classmates...." he clenched the scroll and jumped down from the tower. "This town makes me sick, in a way. But it does remind me of home...." the wind brushed his face. "I hate home..." He put back his sword. He walked to a cliff side. " Legs don't give you power after all... It's your brain that does all the work..."
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Bullseye was sitting in the inn as a normal man, or elf, would. But he was not normal, he was a great ranger, one of the best. And now, he was looking for the seven songs of power. He was expecting someone... another "seeker" named Norris. He had sent him word for he knew he was coming. He wished to go onto this strange quest, or at lleast, stange to most. Many of the elves thought the songs were a thing of myth... he did not. Then, someone came in, was it him? He went up to ask his name. "What is your name sir?" "It is Frederik. Why do you ask?" I'm looking for someone, it should not be a bother to you." He sat back down.
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Art fell asleep inthe comfort of the moon light not long after that.
He soon opened his eyes to a familiar man in a black robe. "Art... You must hide that song and make a map... For 2 seekers and others are now looking for it...."
"You are a very annoying human." the man looked annoyed. "I tend to have that effect on your tiny brain."
"Just hide the song if you do not want to wind up dead..... I would hide the map as well."
"Look, I never aggreed to any of this crap so just leave." the man look infuriated now.
"TAKE THE SONG AND THE MAP YOU WILL MAKE AND WAIT FOR THE SEEKERS TO FIND YOU! IS THAT SO DARN HARD?!" Art sighed.
"Just tell me two things and I will agree to this non sense. You also have to agree not to call me Arty. EVER."
"Agreed. But what do you want to know?"
"What are songs for one thing and why was I chosen to be the Guardian of Wisdom?"
"Songs have their own special ability and shape and form. Of course the wisdom song's best choice was to be inserted into your person. But, there are seven other guardians that have not been chosen yet. If one person captrues all seven of them, they have the ability to bend matter, time, space and everything else in between. So choose wisely when you tell the ware abouts of the map you will make. And you were chosen because you are really the smartest human in Lore."
"Now you're being ridiculous. And I'd prefer to not be reffered to as a human. Humans just make me sick." the man shook his head no. "So a map you say.... I'll have to get on it straight away...." then the man smiled and faded away.
Weeks passed and Art was still creating to as he reffered to as "The Ultimate Brain Tester" the man in the black robe showed up once in a while to get preporations set for the journey to his song. The map he created was full of traps and grusome monsters at every turn. But if an unlucky adventurer takes a false step, he could wind up poisoned, skinned, beaten or even dead.
Art had also set up a camp type place next to a tree which was next to a cliff. So far it said;
"The song you seek is very close to a human. Yet not a human and is millions of years ahead of you..... If you want the song of Wisdom that you may seek, you must first fight the human who is near the map in mortal combat to gain the song that you may seek....."
The rest is cut off.... But that's the secret that Art will hide in a most obvious place, taped to the tree he's standing next to, way up high..... The secret reads,
"But when I say millions of years.... I mean my brain power that is....."
"It's almost finished mysterious man..."
"I've been meaning to tell you this.... I'm Zix."
"Very well." then Art set up the final thing. Which was a secret.... "Let those so called seekers try and find the song now."
"Then I must go if you are done. I hope to meet you again in the future, Art." then Zix faded away.Art was smiling a tremendous smile as if he were plotting an evil plan.
"Humans have such tiny brains...."
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Norris started walking through Battleon. He was looking for someone who had sent him a massage a few weeks earlier pertaining to the songs of power.
Its only statements were:
“I have the info on the objects you are *seeking*. Meet me in Battleon on Friday the 13th. Ask for a man named ‘Bullseye’. “
He knew this message was about the songs. The word *seeking* was a clue. The warriors who search for the “Songs of Power” are known as “Seekers.” As a seeker Norris knew that this was a clue.
Norris was now in Battleon searching for this man. He had gotten word that a man going by the name Bullseye was in Yulgar Inn. As he arrived at the Inn, he sees a man in the corner. He walks over to the man who has noticed him enter and ask him “are you the man known as Bullseye?”…
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"Alone..."
"How long have I been in this place... watching over the map of which I am..." The rasping voice spoke to the wilderness and the snakes nearby, hissing at their prey, "The Song of Love... such a perfect choice for one such as me," The voice continued to the wilderness...
"My map is twofold... 'Between two mountains and north of a small lake you will find the lady whom shall guide you to the Musical Love' then," she paused and returned to the blackness of the cave she lives in and removed her dress... holding a lighted torch near her she looked at the map marked out on her chest... Then she replaced her dress after putting the torch back then snuffing it out...
She slithered towards the entrance with a myriad of different species of snakes slithering around her going in and out of the various holes in the countryside...
"Never will a Hunter take the map to the parchment on which the Song of Love sits..."
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A man entered the inn, and he looked straight at Bullseye. He walked over to him and said, "Are you the one known as Bullseye?" "I am. You must be Norris, the seeker I sent word to. I sent that note as a way to find you... obvously." He looked at Norris and thought "A bard? Not exactly what I expected but nonetheless, I need his help and he mine." He said, "If you are Norris than I think we should rest here for now, and later start on our quest."
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Days past and Art grew more bored.
He was just waiting for the day that the most unlucky human would try to capture his song which was impossible in his opinion. The song is and will be in a hidden pocket inside of his shirt at all times. He eventually needed food for his brain so he strolled on to Falconreach.
Everyone who saw him knew himas the "killer of his parents" and tried to keep as much space as possible.
"Ha!" yelled a voice"If it isn't little Arty." Art instantly turned around to find one of his former classmates behind him, Butch. "Still as tiny as ever!"
"For one thing, it's not Arty, it's Art, Lyte or Lord Lyte to a low life scum like you. The second thing is that your brain is not in comparrison to mine so you can't calculate that I am a normal height for a boy and you're just a weeping giant." Butch looked confused. Then Art said something that he could understand,"What a meat head." then Butch finally figured out that he was insulting him.
"You little!" then the resonator in his inner shirt pocket vibrated and time stopped instantly.
"Hm... I knew this thing would come in handy." he then strolled over to a bakery and took some bread from the counter. Then to the butcher to get some meat.
As soon as Art reached the cliff, time started moving again. He then took out the resonator. "I don't think that it was your doing... I'm afraid your power is far greater than a mear time stopping spell. Hm..." said Art to the song. Then Art remembered when Zix grabbed his shoulder and a rush of energy went through his body. Art shut his eyes and did hand gestures and time stopped."Exactly as I thought." then he released the spell."this is getting quite boring..." he said."This may not be a good idea, but I don't feel like spending the night in the winter outdoors." he then tucked his song back into his pocket in is white pollo shirt."The odds of a seeker in an inn is about 30 to 1. I'll take that chance." Art started walking. He finally reached the entrance to the inn at nightfall. Then Zix appeared infront of him. "Zix?"
"Two people who seek the songs are here...."
"Oh good. Finally, some fun around here." he then instantly appeared behind Zix. "Now if you'll excuse me...."
"SILENCE! You are not to enter Art Lyte!"
"Right, a mere human is going to stop the guardian of wisdom." the man sighed. "Fine, I'll make arrangements for you to stay in the attic. As far away as possible. Plus, whose going to suspect a teenager to be a song keeper?" I clenched my schimitar on my back. "Just try not to release any of your presence to them or they could sense the power of the song...."
"Very well, Zix. I'm sure to remember that." and for the first time since his parents died he said ."Thank you." the man smiled and Art immediatly appeared in the attic.
"Hm. I suppose this could work..."
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Bullseye saw something strange going on outside. A man in a black robe, presumably a mage, talking to a man in a polo shirt. "Hmm, strange," he thought. But he sensed something, magic, for elves could sense magic like flies to garbage, except less... gross. "The mage eminates strange power," he thought. But he, and Norris, would soon find that it was not the mage...
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Art dozed off around midnight... And instantly woke up to a strange feeling. His eyes widened. he gulped.
"So, someones finally notice me..." then he smiled. "Hm. I'll deal with the strange human the can feel my presence tomorrow.... Still... How did he ever figure out I was here?" he clenched his sword next to his bed."Finally some fun around here..." he then fell asleep soon after that.
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After Bullseye confirmed his identity, Norris and Bullseye decided to stay at the Inn for awhile before setting off on their journey. Not long afterward Norris was in his room looking outside his window when he noticed something…strange.
He was looking around and he saw a young boy in a attic, the strange part was he was not there just a second ago. He just appeared out of nowhere, and it seemed he was annoyed by something. The boy looked like he realized something all of a sudden (Norris was good at reading expressions) , but then the boy shrugged it off and went to sleep.
Norris stared at the attic for awhile before deciding to lay down and prepare for a new day. As he went to sleep he though he herd a song playing on the winds, but it was so feint he wasn’t sure. His thoughts once again fell on the boy and Norris started to think he’s not a normal boy. Norris decided not to think about it too much until morning and nodded off to sleep…
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Art had a strange dream, there was a large elf and a brown haired human standing at the cliff where part of the map was. He opened his eyes.
"I hope that none of that is real..." he looked around the attic for a clock. It read 5:00 am."I fell that I can trust these two..." he then wrote a note addressing it to any seekers who seek a song. it said,
"If you wish to find the next song on your quests, meet me on the cliff on Flaconreach at 7:00 sharp. If you're one minute late, you don't get another chance...." he put down his pen and he put it on the front inn desk.
"I suppose I must get to Flaconreach before day break... It's almost impossible..." he then froze time and got as far as he could and then he had to release it or he could wind up dead or seriously injured.
He made it to the cliff right before day break. He then disasembled his camp and stood inn the tree waiting for the seekers to find him.....
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Aiaros hid in a patch of trees, staring at the small cave. It was sunrise, and he would soon put his plan into action. Whether it would work on the guardian, he didn't know. But what he did know, is that he had a good chance at talking a way out of any situation.
Removing the cork of a bottle with a dark essence within, he waved his hand in front of him. Slowly, a black crystalline sword materialized, and if you looked closely enough, you could see the rip in space it created. Removing the contents of another bottle, he surrounded himself with liquid lightning. The metallic substance danced around his limbs, spewing sparks at the tips of his fingers. there were no sparks on his right hand though, for he needed that hand to carry his sword. Letting the shining liquid replenish inside the bottle for several minutes, he withdrew the rest to cover his torso. His whole body seemed to be shining with energy now. He was and angel with a demon sword, and no snake would manage to beat him.
Walking from his treebound sanctuary, he walked onward towards the cave in the hillside, observing as snakes slithered in and out of various nests in the countryside. For the fun of it, he slashed at one, and a green vein of venom now ran up the edge of his blade. In case I meet something with more life energy than these reptiles. he thought. The snakes were avoiding him, both because of the creepy aura cast by his sword, and due to the lightning surrounding him. Soon he was at the cave.
Seeing no one nearby, he gripped his blade tightly and dove into the lair of the guardian.
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