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Tags: #H17  #Sky'ream  #Flash Event TSC 
  • October 28, 2017

    It’s late-October and with Halloween around the corner, through that narrow pass which is always riddled with bandits (along with various remains left behind by werewolves), it gives us the greatest pleasure to announce the TSC Halloween Flash Event…

    Welcome one and all to….

    Come and join your fellow ghoulish writers and scribblers of the damned with poems and limericks of the darker side of Sky’ream. You won’t find poems of pretty damsels and gallant heroes, but of ancient wraiths and vengeful spirits. In the depths of the sealed tombs walk the undead. Contained in their death-like state while evil spirits stir and grow restless, doomed for all times for their evil lives which they so gleefully led. (Or miserably led. Necromancers aren’t known for being happy).

    The stars have aligned and seals have been broken. No more are farmers safe to tend their crops. Travelers fear the open road and guards are ever watchful.

    A werewolf howls and the undead answer…

    Come fourth with your poems of undead and nightmares, for the army of the undead is vast and unrelenting. Such is the curse of the never-sleepers.

    For those of you who have gentle timid souls, hide and prey but do not dare to hope of salvation…

    We’re standing behind you.

    This unearthly Sky’ream damnation will run until Nov 1st before reinforcements from Solitude, Whiterun and Falkreath gather enough guards to bring such nightmares to an end… Use the tags for the Halloween event (H17) and the new tag (Sky'ream) to identify your ghoulish contribution. Or, simply add it to this thread and we will then compile a blog of pain and suffering. Painful Pen Names are always fun.

     

    Join us, minion, if you dare…

    Run if you won’t… for a chase is fair.

     

    I’ll give you a chance…

    See the crest of that hill?

     

    If your feet are too slow,

    It’s time for a kill….

  • October 28, 2017

    The light empty lair

    So engulfed in despair

    With songs of the dead

    Yes, they chatter like lead

     

    And those cold iron chains, 

    Wrapped around his great mane

    Compare nothing to the amount of his ire

    His mind envisioned both hate and fire

     

    For in this light empty lair

    So engulfed in despair

    A beast lay with its bindings so furled,

    With a hunger to swallow the world...

     

    Side Note: This is something I put together fairly quick, not anything special.

    With that said you can feel free to do what you wish with this piece. :P

  • Member
    October 29, 2017

    Yes! Let's get those poems prowling these pale paths! Flamesword's flamesword is lighting the way like the very fires of Oblivion.

    I'll add something later.

  • Member
    October 30, 2017

    Draugr march onto stage

    While werewolves and vampires rage

    No need to be bitter

    Sky'ream is on Twitter

    You'll find it atop TV's page ;D

  • Member
    October 30, 2017

    And now for something a little more in keeping with the H17 spirit... a Halloween 'what if':

     

    Solitude sleeps, naïve and unknowing

    The Wolf Queen stirs

    The Wolf Queen stirs

     

    Of restless ire, malignant and growing

    The Wolf Queen stirs

    The Wolf Queen stirs

     

    And where is her hero to keep us protected?

    The Wolf Queen awakens

    The Wolf Queen awakens

     

    From malaise eternal and horrors reflected?

    The Wolf Queen awakens

    The Wolf Queen awakens

     

    So Solitude slumbers as terror emerges

    The Wolf Queen arises

    The Wolf Queen arises

     

    But now she’ll dance only to death and its dirges

    The Wolf Queen arises

    The Wolf Queen arises

     

    Her wilderness barren, the Karth runs with blood

    The Wolf Queen arisen

    The Wolf Queen arisen

     

    Forever her flowers will rot at the bud

    The Wolf Queen arisen

    The Wolf Queen arisen

     

    Forever—forever—The Wolf Queen arisen!

     

    Happy Halloween everybody :D

  • October 30, 2017

    Cheers Shinjin, one of the best times of the year :D

    Also nice poem!

  • Member
    October 30, 2017

    FlamezSword said:

    Cheers Shinjin, one of the best times of the year :D

    I whole-heartedly agree! ;D

  • Member
    October 31, 2017

    Shinjin's got it!

    Solitude makes for a great place to be this time of year, especially for Styrr. Is it me or did he have an unhealthy fascination with the Wolf Queen? It's funny how we return the head of Potema to him but we're not sure what he does with it after we leave him in privacy. Just a random thought inspired by your poem, Shin.

    I've got something written up but I need to edit it back a bit.

  • Member
    October 31, 2017

    Paws said:

    Is it me or did he have an unhealthy fascination with the Wolf Queen? It's funny how we return the head of Potema to him but we're not sure what he does with it after we leave him in privacy.

    D'oh! I always take folks at face level, which is why I will eternally despise some characters (Captain Valmir from Forelhost, I'm looking at you!)

    I still like to believe Styrr is doing the right thing, but there are some red flags: his proccupation with Solitude's darkness, violence, and madness; his occupation, which has him surrounded by the dead; his schedule--for somebody who isn't undead, he keeps some odd hours (up all night and sleeps after noon). A person wouldn't have to try terribly hard to write him up as either a subtle-but-ambitious necromancer, or a superfreak xD

  • Member
    November 1, 2017

    ShinJin said:

    D'oh! I always take folks at face level, which is why I will eternally despise some characters (Captain Valmir from Forelhost, I'm looking at you!)

    I still like to believe Styrr is doing the right thing, but there are some red flags: his proccupation with Solitude's darkness, violence, and madness; his occupation, which has him surrounded by the dead; his schedule--for somebody who isn't undead, he keeps some odd hours (up all night and sleeps after noon). A person wouldn't have to try terribly hard to write him up as either a subtle-but-ambitious necromancer, or a superfreak xD

    I never clocked his hours of activity. Interesting stuff, more circumstantial evidence pointing to a possible darker side to Syrr. And now I'm singing Rick James, so thanks for that :D

    Okay, here's something I done, inspired by the summoning scene from Purloined Shadows:

     

    Clouds obscured the silver moon

    Upon the woods descended gloom

    Shadows lengthened, daylight's doom

    Ravens sang their discordant tune.

     

    In branches perched Her faithful crows

    Black like the High Priestess' robes

    Who looked on, calm, composed 

    The faithful arrive in double rows. 

     

    Midnight pools upon her pale face

    Hair of pitch like the softest lace

    Fell upon shoulders, slender, of grace

    In that dim and hallowed sacred space.

     

    The coven knelt upon the mossy ground

    The ravens ceased their dismal sound

    A hush descended, expectant, profound

    To witness the coming of their Queen, unbound.

     

    Upon the altar the priestess reclined

    As though a marble statue there enshrined

    Feminine beauty, elegant, refined

    From black eyes her excitement shined. 

     

    The chanting changed to a lower tone

    As if awed by the lady upon her throne

    Of chiselled, weathered, enchanted stone

    Power laying there alone. 

     

    Into the clearing walked the Priest

    The gathered witches' song increased 

    Clan in bones, an antlered beast

    Their mistress they both would soon release. 

     

    As darkness falls and consumes the light

    The two would re-enact that endless fight

    He was the dark, the velvet night

    While she the pure and glowing white.
     

     

    Time passed beneath the inky shroud

    Of feathered darkness where witches bowed

    Prostrate and humble, robed and cowed

    Their voices chanting daedric whispers loud. 

     

    There was one scene left to enact

    A final part of this contract

    To open wide, ajar, or crack

    He had that which she lacked.

     

    To summon their Queen through the door

    From Oblivion's sea to Tamriel's shore

    A key was needed, a lock to explore

    To do that which She could not ignore.

     

    The chanting reached a crescendo then

    Beneath the moons in that darkened glen

    He turned the key, again and again

    In a lock beyond all mortal ken.

     

    The priestess' skin became as black as night

    Rising and hovering to the witches delight

    With raucous calls, crows took flight

    To swarm and dive and on her alight. 

     

    From her hands a shadow emerged

    An inky blackness once submerged

    Now released, free and purged

    With the crows it now converged.

     

    Their Queen of darkened Night Eternal

    Called from a darkened door infernal

    Once locked, now external

    The breathless beauty of Princess Nocturnal.