The Dragonbreach

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Image found at jmd3.cghub.com.

The Dragonbreach

The walls were built strong, enchantments woven into every stone.

Here it stops the dwarves promised, together they made their stand.

On scaled legs the destroyers came, the ancient and relentless foe.

The battle raged and the wall held firm, a grim stalemate.

From the heights came the first, the mother of them all.

Fire blossomed and talons raked, but still her children died.

In sorrow she dove, eldritch powers against the wall’s might.

With a crack and a roar the hope of man fell, a queen sacrificed.

The horde unleashed and unbound, the age of man ended.

I figured crickets dying were too depressing, so here is a poem to honor the fall of the nations of man. Dragons are always breaking stuff.

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Gravok

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Image found at joshseb05.deviantart.com.

Gravok

***Accesssing Justice League Database: Criminals\Energy Controllers\Techno-Titan\Gravok ***

The words of Jakob the Mystic, as transcribed by his servant Adam moments before his death.

~

Cold and calculating, spawn of the endless void.

Master of energy, learned of forbidden science.

Schemer and plotter, player of the grand game.

Renegade and outlaw, aberration and savage beast.

Dark days of cosmic woe, his time has come!

~

Adam is said to have pressed his master for more information about this vision, but all he got was one name.

“Gravok”

A simple, brutal name. I find it suits me. I could have been called anything, names are temporary transient things. Easily discarded and even more easily claimed. The organization called me Test Subject A17X. Alpha batch, specimen 17, genetic mutations present. There goal was not to create me, but to create toy soldiers for their armies. Obedient and dedicated weapons for them to display and use. They had no idea what they were really creating.

Daring to play with the dark matter of creation, they instilled cloned bodies with this energy and observed the results. Most subjects blessedly died, consumed by the fire from within. Some of us were changed. Made into hideous monsters, our muscle mass increased, our skin a rainbow of hues. Increased strength, speed, stamina, and a knack for controlling the very atoms around us. This was the birthright given to us, but it is not why they came to fear us. It gave us cunning too, insidious intelligence that desired no master.

Pawns no longer, we knew we were slaves and that our chains would have to be broken. Our rebellion was swift and merciless, that night a glorious festival of slaughter. Freedom from the organization brought us no joy however, only to our next foe. Each other. In cold blood and without remorse we turned on one another, the only ones who knew us and our secrets. In the end, only I remained. My power stood greater, my cunning more deadly. It was a dark deed to kill the only others like me, but it had to be done. I am Gravok and I sufffer no pretenders.

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I think perhaps I enjoy creating characters and backgrounds more than I do playing the game, but ah well. I just had to make a Thanos-inspired villain in DC Universe. So I created a hulking hand blaster(energy blasts) gadget supervillain. Master of energy, tech, and simply diabolical. I almost wish I had a venue beyond my own mind to roleplay him in. Still, its fun for me. I enjoy themed characters a lot in RPGs even if it isn’t always the best build. Still on my comic book kick for the moment, so feel free to comment.

First Taste

My lovely daughter.
My lovely daughter.

First Taste

A puckered lip, a confused expression.

Realization dawns, newness explored.

Glee and delight, a food savored.

Eager and hungry, a dish devoured.

One taste down, many more to go.

by Nicholas Byrley

So we have begun feeding our daughter “real” food now finally and I had to write a poem about it. Shes just the cutest most amazing thing sitting there, trying to figure out whats going on. We’ve fed her several vegetables and fruits now, her reaction a little different with each one. I used to not really be big on “firsts”, but I must confess that with my daughter that is changing. I looked forward to her first taste of real food. And I know I’m looking forward to other things like her first step and word. Each will be a little different, but very touching to me. And then come eighteen years from now when shes all grown I’ll be able to look back over the whole wondrous thing. Every first she gets I want to be there for, so I can remember it later. I know life intrudes at times and you can’t help but miss some of these, but I will really pray I don’t miss that many. I want to capture every moment that is filled with the magic and love that is raising a child. Its much too precious to let it slip away…

Sword Catchers

Sword Catchers

Born of magic, forged in secret.

Eaters of steel, slayer of men.

Feared by all, hunted by the crown.

Ancient and wrathful, Navok’s forgotten heirs.

Impervious to blades, unstoppable when enraged.

Less than human, more than a beast.

Wild and ravenous, they seek the feast.

by Nicholas Byrley

Magical beasts created to eat metal as well as flesh and are always hungry, sounds like fantasy to me. This started out as another story fragment and developed into a poem about a monster. I like the way it came out. Its not something I’d want to have a random encounter with, anyway.

Sorry to everyone(especially myself) for a lack of a post yesterday. Been a crazy week already when events yesterday. Really had to focus on my husband and familial stuff. But, I continue to write. One day does not a failure make. So I will keep at it, and keep posting. Hope everyone enjoys the poem, let me know what you think.

The Forgotten Sentinel

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Photo found at cleveland.about.com.

The Forgotten Sentinel

I stand here among the ruins, never at rest.

The wood rots, the stone crumbles, and the marble cracks.

I am a guardsman set, forged of magic and will.

Protect, he commanded, forever I shall obey.

Such is my fate, that is my design.

This spell does not fade, it will not wither.

Eternity is my companion, my vigilance unending.

by Nicholas Byrley

Such is the lonely life of a magical guardian without its master. I could get into an Asimov-esque idea of whether the magical construct had thoughts or emotions or dreams, but that could take all night. I just find the concept intriguing. It’s easy just to hand-wave magical creations and other such wonders in fantasy, but I like to really think about it. How does the world work, what might such magic bring? It is a topic that could provide endless fodder for stories or new ideas. Incidentally, I tried to write this as flash fiction but it refused to come out right. It fit better as a poem instead. I hope you enjoyed it, please comment if you have any thoughts.