Larian Studios Forums General Chat RPG Chat XXXX "The Spreadlegged Harlot" XXX

"I will tell you what happened!, maybe you find it...
...amusing?" Jerl says, never moving his lips.

"After I bit you this long time ago, you fell under my spell, you were supposed to be my companion in darkness. And you threw that cross away, the holy damned cross of Shoy Rhiná. I had to touch it. I really had to. It would have been the greatest turn of events since the gods left Rivellon. The divine magic of the cross would have made me even more powerful than I was before.

But the gods intervened. The cross was their work and they decided to curse my undead beeing. But as you were given the cross by the gods, you got the power to be near it´s presence. look at it, here it is. Go, take it Piroteus. I can´t touch it anymore."

Piro walks over to the cross and kneels before it, it's Holy light almost blinding as as she picks it up. As she holds it,she is overwhemled by memories. They flood over her mind like a wave of emotion and she becomes dizzy. Jerl closes his eyes...the light too much for his undead body to endur. Piro fights to stay awake and lifts the cross over her head and back around her neck where it belongs. It stops glowing and feels ice cold against her skin.

"I remember you now."
She walks over to him as he opens his eyes and looks at her.
"I knew you would, Piroteus now that you remember...what shall you do to me?"

"... to claim u back, jerl, .... my servant."

piro's face changed all of a sudden. more terrifying than that of the vampire before her, the sudden darkness enfolds both with only their faces lit dimly.

"mistress...., why? after what i have done, u've ...."
"hush", whispers piro, whose face suddenly softens as if she's in love.
"the guardian of my family should know better ..."

piro's green cape suddenly swirls around & she faces the wall opposite jerl, "it seems my goal has yet to be reached & again i need u."

"no, not again. anything but ... " jerl's dark voice turns to whine.

Jerl thinks back too the time before ... and remembers ...
"Piro" he mumbles, " you know I have been in this state for too long, and it gets more difficult everyday to curb my needs, the blood of rats and other animals" he states, pointing at the various cages in the room, "sustain me but they also weaken me, and I must go thru Hell, every midnight to stop myself from flying out to replenish myself with human blood, as you know" he continues, "being an Elf, gives me some willpower, but divinities I emplore you do not make me take a human life, the night (day)mares are bad enough to contain".

"Please, Piro find me a way to die in peace, before it will be to late!!"

Piro walks up to him and places her hand against his check. "You know I can not end your life forever. You are too usefull to me." She lifts her hair away from her neck. "Drink from me, you always did. I trust you won't kill me, the cross will not allow it." She smiles softly as she looks into his eyes. "Drink, Jerl!"

" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will not drink from you anymore!
it is too much" and with a glimpse of his former self Jerl walks towards the window.

Piro understands what he means to do, somewhere in her mind, in her heart, she hasn't got the courage to stop him, in desparation she takes of the cross once more and tries to loop it over Jerl's head.

As if all of Jerl's frustrations brake out at once, he roars " WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! " and try as he might to remove the cross, it fuses to his body and his thin skeletal form begins to glow.

After afew minutes, Jerl falls to the floor, limp but 'breathing' normally, Piro looks at him closely and she can see the warmth beginning to show, and it is obvious that putting the cross over Jerl's head has removed the dispicaple disease.

Jerl how ever is not well, it is noticable that he needs treatment from a healer, Piro wonders how she is going to explain all this to the badly needed cleric.

In all the confusion and shock she had forgotten she could heal. She wasn't the best...but she hoped it would be enough until she could get him to a real Cleric. Piro lays her hand upon Jerl's chest and closes her eyes. She begins to whisper in a long forgotten language and her hands begin to glow a pale blue.

her words translated ...

alive...dead...reborn...undead...eternal...vampire
.....guardian...house...nosferat...unlock...first chain.....

jerl growling, "if there's anything more pathetic that being an undead, it's being human!"

piro smiled then faded to a cold expression, "the curse of living on the undead never cease to amaze, yet decay ignores & eats away. we must go now."

Well eventually Piro managed to heal Jerl enough so that he could walk, together they walked towards the staircase, Piro supporting Jerl so that it would make it easier for him.

Slowly they got down the stairs, ... Piro noticed the silence coming from the tap room, she asked Jerl if he could stand by himself for a moment while she had a look around, leaving Jerl hanging on the bannister, Piro moved cautiously into the 'very' silent room.

With utter astonishment, she viewed the skeletons sitting and standing in the room, Igor a skeleton himself was still polishing glasses, even though every now and then he had to re-attach a digit that fell off during his vigorous shining.

Walking back to Jerl Piro tried to figure out how to explain this phenomena to Jerl.

With deep thought was enough, before she could speak a single word Jerl spoke first. Looking into her eyes with a sadness he could only say, "I know". Pausing for a moment and then repeating these very words, "I know".

It was time for them to leave and nothing more to be said.

Together they walked slowly and came upon the doorway. The hold they had on each other was firm and then they took that final step. Piro felt the need to look once more, only to know that this was truly over. Glancing back a smile comes across her face. There, still standing in the inn is Igor with a skeleton smirk waving goodbye. She notices that one of his fingers is missing and soflty laughs to herself. It was time for all to leave this place and within a blink of an eye, Igor turns to dust vanishing away.

Till this day people are said to have dreams of an Old Inn and The Spreadlegged Harlot swinging in the wind.

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Hey MeaCulpa, sorry for ending your story if you wished it to carry on.

I am not able to write on my own and when I look at a blank page, that's all I see. But when someone as creative as yourself puts a stage before me, I am able to create. If anyone looks at my writing style it doesn't go any farther than what has been said already. I have no magic, just thoughts of others to open my eyes.

Ok, I have been drinking and it feels like I am trying to be creative again. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Seriously, I just follow in the steps of others and I like your imagination. Everyone has a style if people actually look or maybe it is just what I see. As for yourself I see a very cheerful way of writing, especially the way you started this story. Also in the way you gave the cat such a friendly personality in the other story.

It's the same as I see in other peoples writing styles, some go for more intense situations and create battles. While others are able to write a conversation, holding a story within a story. These are things I am not able to do but can follow given the chance.

But as far as The Spreadlegged Harlot goes, the title alone is something I could never create. In my eyes, it's so damn original it is a story within itself.

It was your writing style that made me create the ending and the last things you said. It's kinda like Roberta Williams King's Quest games and everyting doesn't have to be about doom. You can still find humor and fun within a serious story.

I really hope you like the ending. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Staples you did a great job here writing and I´m happy to have you here. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" />

If you feel creative again continue wrighting on the other story. You will be welcome. BTW.: this goes for all members, everyone is welcome.

It is a very goog ending..I like it. Sorry I havn't been posting here or in the other story lately. My little brother in laws and spending the week with us so I'm rather busy. I hope you don't miss me too much.

Of course we miss you!

You're the pale blue elf in the other story still trying to wake up. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />

Seriously, I know what you are saying and shouldn't even be here now myself. I would like to say I should be playing the game more but I really should be out doing holiday shopping. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Everyone is busy now and I really should take sometime off from the forum and finish up for the holidays.

Thanks bernhard, everyones writing was great and inspired me to join in. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/idea.gif" alt="" />



Nah, I think I will just go out and drink some more. "Happy Holidays" <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/party.gif" alt="" />