Razial1/2
Chapter 5- Rewriting History
As Vorador made his exit, I followed. However, at the same time, I hid among the shrubs and the trees in order to keep from being noticed. Sort of like what he was doing to me earlier, except I was apparently better at it. Either that, or he didn't care I was lerking behind him. As I followed Vorador, I noticed he didn't seem to be going anywhere specific. I could've sworn we were walking around in circles at one point in time. Then again, I realized it might have been a brilliant strategy. After all, Vorador didn't become a historical icon in Nosgoth history for being stupid. After what felt like hours, Vorador finally stopped in the middle of nowhere, and reached into his sleeve. He withdrew a scroll, unrolled it, and began reading it. Is it some sort of ritual, I asked myself. Perhaps an ancient scripture he uses to curse his victoms. "Let's see here." He said. "I'm here, and Kain's fortress is over there. Uh. And moss grows. Er. On the east side of. Rocks? No wait, that's not it! Let's see, Kain's fortress is over. Uh. What's this thing over here, a donut?" It would appear I had just discovered something vampire and human folklore alike had neglected to mention. VORADOR COULDN'T READ A MAP! Of course, I was confident it was a minor issue. After all, a lot of historical icons couldn't read maps. Just look at Columbis. "No no NO!" He shouted. "Kain's fortress is overin the southeast. NO! That's the pillars. ERG! If I ever see Kain, I have got to tell him not to let Rahab draw the map!" "I can see following you around for about five hours was a waste of time." I commented, caring less if he found out I was right behind him. "Wow, I'm surprised you stuck around after the last two." He replied, not even bothering to turn around. "Let me guess. You knew I was following you the whole time." He turned around, saw who I was, and freaked out. "What do you want?" He shouted. "I thought you'd lead me to Kain, but apparently, you have no sense of direction what so ever." "Well, if You had to read this god awful map, you'd agree." He forced the map into my cloven hands. I looked at it, and saw that the map was actually quite well drawn. Everything seemed to make perfect sense: every single detail was just fine. "How can you not read this?" I demanded. "It's so simple, even Zefonne could read it!" "I CAN'T READ MAPS, OKAY?!" He shouted. "Perhaps you can tell me how to get to Kain's fortress. You can read that god awful thing, right?" I looked at the map closely. Apparently, Rahab had marked Kain's fortress with an X, and marked the pillars with a donut shape. Then there were a bunch of zigzags going every which way, and a couple of items that stood for things like the sarafan stronghold, and a few other things I had no idea existed. "Well," I told him, "According to the map, you just got to head a couple feet forward, and turn left. Then you're going to be at a big tree. Just turn right there, and keep going forward, you'll be there." "Thanks." He said, going the opposite direction I told him to go. "Wait! You're going the wrong.! Never mind." Apparently, it was worse than not being able to read maps. The legendary Vorador had absolutely no since of direction! Oh well, it was better he DIDN't follow me. If he was considering an alliance with Kain, that would make two targets I would have to take care of. I guess you could say I outsmarted him, but at the same time, there wasn't that much smart to begin with. So I just took his map, and continued my quest.
I wouldn't have long before I met up with that maniacal Kain. Unfortunately, I didn't make it to his fortress when I met him. Apparently, he was on his way back from lord only knew what he was doing, and happened to spot me. "Well well," he said. "Looks like I have a little stalker." "I don't know what you and Vorador are trying to do, but I can guarantee you it isn't going to work." I said. "Oh yeah, that. I apparently borrowed his favorite pen, and he died before I could return it. Of course, that's not why I came back here dear boy. You'll see that in due time. Even as we speak, time is starting to change. You're interactions with these people are effecting the future." "What on Earth are you ranting about now?" "You see, Razial, Vorador had his own destiney. Originally, he used that map to try and find my fortress, and ended up stumbling into the sarafan stronghold six weeks from now. Thus causing the infamous sarafan massacre." "So you're saying Vorador became an icon by accident?" "Yes, my boy. And now you've changed history completely. Perhaps the massacre will still happen, perhaps it'll happen at a later or earlier date. Then again, it may never happen at all. You've just changed history, and the one who many a vampire idolized for his killing spree is nothing more than a worthless wanderer." I was speechless. Moebius had told me that Vorador was a monster, and killed anything that had the sent of humanity on it's bones. Now Kain told me the truth: that the entire incident was nothing but a fluke! And now that I stepped in and interfered, the legend would be nothing. "How does it feel to destroy a legend?" Kain asked. "Vampires looked up to Vorador, and saw him as the greatest vampire to ever live aside from Janosaldren and myself. Now that you've interfered, Vorador's nothing but a total idiot who can't tell the difference between left and right. You've stripped him of his dignity, and the only one whose not aware of it is he. Not because he's an idiot, but because he simply can't comprehend the knowledge I share with you." I could finally take no more, and attempted to attack him! A fist fight broke out, and even though I left a couple of cuts on his arms and chest, the fight ended in a draw. "Go ahead and kill me." Kain said with a laugh. "You won't be accomplishing anything. You've already altered the past, and there's nothing you can do about it. Who knows? Keep this up, you might end up doing my dirty work for me. Or give me more dirty work to do. At the rate you're going, I haven't a clue what the future looks like." I tried to attack yet again, but just like last time, he faded out of existence. At first, I was irritated. I had destroyed a legend, and there was no way I could change it. However, a couple of ideas came to mind. One of them was a simple idea. If I could find Vorador, and maybe act like I lost the map. Or at least try to lead him to the stronghold and convince him it was Kain's fortress, the Sarafan massacre would still occur! Unfortunately, I had lost track of where Vorador went. It wouldn't surprise me if he were standing by the pillars wondering where the heck he was. Therefore, my other idea would have to work. Unfortunately I didn't look forward to this idea in the least. For I'd have to return to the Sarafan stronghold in order for it to work. And that would mean having to meet with Moebius yet again.
Chapter 5- Rewriting History
As Vorador made his exit, I followed. However, at the same time, I hid among the shrubs and the trees in order to keep from being noticed. Sort of like what he was doing to me earlier, except I was apparently better at it. Either that, or he didn't care I was lerking behind him. As I followed Vorador, I noticed he didn't seem to be going anywhere specific. I could've sworn we were walking around in circles at one point in time. Then again, I realized it might have been a brilliant strategy. After all, Vorador didn't become a historical icon in Nosgoth history for being stupid. After what felt like hours, Vorador finally stopped in the middle of nowhere, and reached into his sleeve. He withdrew a scroll, unrolled it, and began reading it. Is it some sort of ritual, I asked myself. Perhaps an ancient scripture he uses to curse his victoms. "Let's see here." He said. "I'm here, and Kain's fortress is over there. Uh. And moss grows. Er. On the east side of. Rocks? No wait, that's not it! Let's see, Kain's fortress is over. Uh. What's this thing over here, a donut?" It would appear I had just discovered something vampire and human folklore alike had neglected to mention. VORADOR COULDN'T READ A MAP! Of course, I was confident it was a minor issue. After all, a lot of historical icons couldn't read maps. Just look at Columbis. "No no NO!" He shouted. "Kain's fortress is overin the southeast. NO! That's the pillars. ERG! If I ever see Kain, I have got to tell him not to let Rahab draw the map!" "I can see following you around for about five hours was a waste of time." I commented, caring less if he found out I was right behind him. "Wow, I'm surprised you stuck around after the last two." He replied, not even bothering to turn around. "Let me guess. You knew I was following you the whole time." He turned around, saw who I was, and freaked out. "What do you want?" He shouted. "I thought you'd lead me to Kain, but apparently, you have no sense of direction what so ever." "Well, if You had to read this god awful map, you'd agree." He forced the map into my cloven hands. I looked at it, and saw that the map was actually quite well drawn. Everything seemed to make perfect sense: every single detail was just fine. "How can you not read this?" I demanded. "It's so simple, even Zefonne could read it!" "I CAN'T READ MAPS, OKAY?!" He shouted. "Perhaps you can tell me how to get to Kain's fortress. You can read that god awful thing, right?" I looked at the map closely. Apparently, Rahab had marked Kain's fortress with an X, and marked the pillars with a donut shape. Then there were a bunch of zigzags going every which way, and a couple of items that stood for things like the sarafan stronghold, and a few other things I had no idea existed. "Well," I told him, "According to the map, you just got to head a couple feet forward, and turn left. Then you're going to be at a big tree. Just turn right there, and keep going forward, you'll be there." "Thanks." He said, going the opposite direction I told him to go. "Wait! You're going the wrong.! Never mind." Apparently, it was worse than not being able to read maps. The legendary Vorador had absolutely no since of direction! Oh well, it was better he DIDN't follow me. If he was considering an alliance with Kain, that would make two targets I would have to take care of. I guess you could say I outsmarted him, but at the same time, there wasn't that much smart to begin with. So I just took his map, and continued my quest.
I wouldn't have long before I met up with that maniacal Kain. Unfortunately, I didn't make it to his fortress when I met him. Apparently, he was on his way back from lord only knew what he was doing, and happened to spot me. "Well well," he said. "Looks like I have a little stalker." "I don't know what you and Vorador are trying to do, but I can guarantee you it isn't going to work." I said. "Oh yeah, that. I apparently borrowed his favorite pen, and he died before I could return it. Of course, that's not why I came back here dear boy. You'll see that in due time. Even as we speak, time is starting to change. You're interactions with these people are effecting the future." "What on Earth are you ranting about now?" "You see, Razial, Vorador had his own destiney. Originally, he used that map to try and find my fortress, and ended up stumbling into the sarafan stronghold six weeks from now. Thus causing the infamous sarafan massacre." "So you're saying Vorador became an icon by accident?" "Yes, my boy. And now you've changed history completely. Perhaps the massacre will still happen, perhaps it'll happen at a later or earlier date. Then again, it may never happen at all. You've just changed history, and the one who many a vampire idolized for his killing spree is nothing more than a worthless wanderer." I was speechless. Moebius had told me that Vorador was a monster, and killed anything that had the sent of humanity on it's bones. Now Kain told me the truth: that the entire incident was nothing but a fluke! And now that I stepped in and interfered, the legend would be nothing. "How does it feel to destroy a legend?" Kain asked. "Vampires looked up to Vorador, and saw him as the greatest vampire to ever live aside from Janosaldren and myself. Now that you've interfered, Vorador's nothing but a total idiot who can't tell the difference between left and right. You've stripped him of his dignity, and the only one whose not aware of it is he. Not because he's an idiot, but because he simply can't comprehend the knowledge I share with you." I could finally take no more, and attempted to attack him! A fist fight broke out, and even though I left a couple of cuts on his arms and chest, the fight ended in a draw. "Go ahead and kill me." Kain said with a laugh. "You won't be accomplishing anything. You've already altered the past, and there's nothing you can do about it. Who knows? Keep this up, you might end up doing my dirty work for me. Or give me more dirty work to do. At the rate you're going, I haven't a clue what the future looks like." I tried to attack yet again, but just like last time, he faded out of existence. At first, I was irritated. I had destroyed a legend, and there was no way I could change it. However, a couple of ideas came to mind. One of them was a simple idea. If I could find Vorador, and maybe act like I lost the map. Or at least try to lead him to the stronghold and convince him it was Kain's fortress, the Sarafan massacre would still occur! Unfortunately, I had lost track of where Vorador went. It wouldn't surprise me if he were standing by the pillars wondering where the heck he was. Therefore, my other idea would have to work. Unfortunately I didn't look forward to this idea in the least. For I'd have to return to the Sarafan stronghold in order for it to work. And that would mean having to meet with Moebius yet again.