The Lich Lord of Chaos

A large castle sits in a mountain towers poke through the top and the castle is carved into the high tops. Dead trees half torn out of the ground litter the area and the undead patrol the grounds. The rattle of skeleton warriors with various equipment on shamble across the dead ground. Faint wisps of dying grass pop through the stoney black ground. Banshees fly across the sky shrieking as the go their long almost transparent cloaks dangle down below them and their hoods cover their terrifying faces.

The Lich Lord Robert a being of dedicated to chaos looks down from what he has created. His magic allows him to take many forms, but the one he favors most is one with a large black robe covering all of his body with a red colour and an amulet with a red gemstone resting on his chest. Skulls and bones are sewn into various part of his chest and sides accent the black robe. His head is a black skull with sightless eyes that could cause shivers down any being. On top of his head rested a patch of red hair that stuck up in a mohawk. His staff contained a tooth gifted to him by Sians, the dragon of chaos, and he clutched the black staff tightly in his right hand.

Robert gazes over his lands thousands and undead creatures move about all waiting for a command from the Lich Lord. It was not time to move his armies to attack no it was time to talk to Sians. Robert turns around and floats inside down the stairs and into his lower chambers where he keeps his element eye. Robert reaches out and beings the code that will allow him to communicate with the dragon. Opening up a stream into chaos and sending a buffer of magic is no easy task. However the Lich Lord had being doing this for a long time and has created a simple spell-class that will allow him to tap into chaos. With the bean on chaos he can place the bean at the beginning of the Time loop and wait for it to grow to the point in which he wants to talk to Sians.

Time is a strange thing there is the time that allows us to manage between the days and how long it takes to get somewhere. Then there is Time which is an entity in reality which can be manipulated. The bean has grown to the Time and Robert beings to send out magic as it follows the path set out by the bean. A voice booms in his head.

“Ahh lich lord, holder of my tooth, created and shaper of the dead. Creature of chaos, being of death and destruction. Do you seek again to take your fill of chaos and drive deeper into your own madness?” Then without another word the Robert is flooded with magic. He beings to fill his

gemstones and his staff. He absorbs the chaos directly into his being, but there is no way to stop the dragon once he has started. He must simply take the pain of being in this state. The lich lord falls to the ground and still the dragon pours his chaos into the creature.

Finally the dragon finds the bean and destroys it. As this is an item of order the dragon will always destroy the bean. Sometimes it takes longer sometimes it is sooner. With the connection destroyed he picks himself up again and floats away from the element eye. Robert moves into his library and beings the spells that will record what he can of the chaos. His magic replenished and his gemstones filled with mana is well suited for his next raid against the wizards and the Wizard Druid Andrew.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping Creates the Wizard Droids.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping worked in his tower on his newest creation. Well it was sorta his creation, as some of it was the work of a wizard who had died and had given him the droids. Long slender beings draped in a faded grey robe with a tall pointed hat and faceless head. Craig Sygamondis a normal looking human, not dressing as most wizards do. Instead he decides to be in a long black jacket and slim pants with high fitting boots.

Beakers bubbles hovering in place over wizard fire as he mixes different elements and chemicals to get the perfect solution that will carry his magic into these droids. A droid is a upright creature with two legs and two arms and no face. Almost human but without magic it will never move. Craig had been working on a way to make the creatures last longer their current time and he has been modeling biped circulatory systems to do it.

At the heart of the creature is element made out of pure gold which is enchanted to rejuvenate the solution that carries the magic through the droids. The droids also carry a gem in their minds that keep them connected to all other droids on the field. The droids can then teleport near each other to close the gap. Well this what the grand wizard has planned out. It is time to test out his newest creation.

Craig looks at the droid and with a nod of his head pours his magic into the heart of the droid, and it being to pump the solution that has filled the veins of the droid. The droid twists its head around as if gazing around the room is which it was born. Craig speaks to the creature “000 what is your name.”

“I am 000 sir.”

“What is your task”

“To preserve my life”

“Whose magic is controlling you?”

000 replies “You magic Sir, and I own my life to you”

000 Beings to test out its magical abilities it turns its palm upwards and summons a small flame and tosses it back and forth between his hand. It moves the flame around its body and then creates a shield of flames. 000 then stops all movement and stands at attention.

Amused with the spark of life in 000 he wonders what the next one will be like. He nods at 001 and gives it the element of ice. 001 stands up and summons ice all over its body then creates a circle of spikes all around its position. 001 then stops all movement and stands at attention. Craig then gives the command for 000 to teleport, and in a poof of smoke 000 has changed position in no time at all.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping is very impressed with his new creations and he has many droids left to test on and perfect the different elements. That can wait he thinks to himself now its time to go enjoy myself in the halls of wizardry. He leaves 000 and 001 standing at attention in his corridors the beakers still bubbling away.

The Bunny King

The Bunny King’s long brown ears trails down to his waist and long dreadlocks that drapes down to his shoulders. With a bow staff out infront of him he begins his daily quest to look for some food. Finding some sweet grass off to the side and some branches and leaves he took them to build them into a small offering to the fairies. He blesses it and the offering turns to smoke and in its place was a meal of carrots and lettuce and a rose to top it off. A smile beams on to his face showing off his human like teeth. Ahh a fantastic meal thank you fairies.

He begins his walk through the forests; its curves and passages. The forest seems to stretch on forever in this land between the great islands. A sound caught by his ears a low grumbling and shuffling across the litter of the ground. A little ball of light racing down the forest looking for him flies close. The little fairy creature races over and stops in front of him. Blinking and buzzing off a series of commands with a little squeal at the end. He knew what this meant a creature from the Lich Lord had come to defile his forest seeking to kill magical creatures and bring the power back to the Lich Lord.

The Bunny King raced off through the forest. Jumping so high and scaling a tree with a matter of well placed leaps. The Bunny King soaring from tree to tree leaping through the leaves and spiraling through the branches. He takes the bow staff off of his bank and brings it out to fall downwards causing him to stop as it hits the branch and then and then slamming the top half of the bow staff to rocket him to the ground. His target right in front of him; a Shambling Horror. He rockets himself forward and goes low with his staff. The Bunny King holds on tight to the bow staff and hits the legs of the Horror. The creature wails its frustration as it struggles to get up. The Bunny King stops himself, and walks on top of the creature. With one powerful motion he drive his staff into the back of the creatures head. It stops all movement and sound and became still. The Bunny King jumps off and the creature began to decay, as the only thing keeping it alive was the magic hidden in its skull.

The Bunny King took out a small rag and wipes the black blood off of his brown staff. Little balls of light began to fly in and bounce around. Blinking on and off again. The began the sing a little hymn “Bounce bounce bounce bouncing the bunny we move as fast as we can yet we can't keep up with The Bunny King man.” The forest is alight with lights of all colours: blue, yellow, green, pink, purple. A tiny bass sound comes from the ground as the earth fairies play and the kicks and claps buzz around his powerful legs, while the delicate notes of a piano play up high. The Bunny King begins to dance jumping around with his ears flopping about as he loses himself.

Alas poor hope of a wonderful morn. The shinning sensation of the sun peaking through the desperate words of a mad man. Made from himself and the dreams of others. Made from what he seeks in other people, the truth, love, compassion, hope, kindness. Grown strong as a tree thosands of years old. Growing strong and true. The compassion of two. Love that has been seen for years but changes from person to person

Boom! passion of passion that wonder lust for the future. So many possibility and yet that is what we all seek the truth of ourselves and what we want others to see. What we want to show ourselves in this reality of only one. This dream that only one exists and that is why i only do what i do for myself i would not want to harm myself and i only want to help myself. So many times asked "do you wish harm on others!" there is no other is there only me and how i view myself in different ways beyond my comprehension.

What happens when I assume to much of myself when i ask for more then I am willing to give? Well i being to fear what has happened and what will be for my future. I begin to question and i wait for the patience on what happens. Something must be observed first that is the may concern with me. The unknowing if something has been observed Since when it has been observed then only it can be effected.

Unless this rainbow process is true that i can effect without been seen or sensed in a typical. This kind of process that goes down to the core of humanity and changes the will of life. Once fragile made strong by myself and that i wish others to view this too but its to beautiful for anything to be really practicable people need to be able to talk about it.

September nonsense.

You see when life comes to us and it gives us a treasure we must look forward and to the past to find where to put this treasure. Just let the treasure go let it fly into a sphere of colour, magic, and prayer. There are many different spheres: mind and body, time and space, nothing and everything, chaos and order, light and dark, male and female plus that one last level.

Its so much more then that its about knowing its about exploring its about understanding what is around you and what you wish to create. The internal mind allows us to create or destroy anything we wish laws are nothing and can be broken with force of will. To create a peaceful internal world one must be willing to destroy the image of the outer world. Believe in the kindness of others, and in yourself.

Be free of negativity do not let the words of others bother you in your goals for knowledge and understanding let the darkness flow all around you. You are not darkness or light you are beyond that but you can use it to advance yourself through times of troubles. Bleed the darkest blood and find in yourself what is the truth for your origin your lives and experiences.

Here is comes that one little line that pours itself into me: we are always moving closer. So sad it is that this is coming to an end I am almost to my goal. Fly upwards rocket into the future look to the past but never stop going forward. Will we ever get to the goal? Would we want to? Some people have reached the goal, and they stay behind to help others.

This life is a roller coaster unless you live for balance. Don't crash there is nothing more then balance between high and low. The average between high and low to lessen your intensity one must grasp the internal world better. With the strength and love of  caring mother or father.

Time doesn't the work the way that you want the world to play. Time is not linear nor is it a circular it is something that humans made up in the external world. It is how we measure a passage of change or a distance. One can see time in the seasons that change and claim that time is ahead. We map the changes in the stars or the planets and derive time. These are all things that our eyes sees but our eyes trick us the light that we see that shows movement is pointed outwards not inwards. The inwards section of our mind is ours it is what connects all humans and perhaps all other living beings. I can see into the eyes of a creature and see life thus life must exist. Eyes can see life, ears hear life, a nose can smell life. The mind is life, and the heart is the base of all emotion. Balance can be found by seeing the world around you and seeing the world inside of you.

When the coming lover find her way into your heart than all the troubles will ceases and love will hold you.

When things seem never to work and never to happen but you just keep going on. Life has a lot of lessons and now all of them are meant for you not all of them need to be done to find balance in life. The kind of balance that shows how the people see and what you find in yourself. It is a state that one can be in, but it can be made easy by understanding love from both external sources and internal sources. Love lets you know your alive!

Just believe in the kindness of other and your negativity will flow out of you. If  people scorn you do not fall to negativity accept what they do fight it if you don't like it and move on.

Stand ye calm and resolute,

Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war.

And if then the tyrants dare,
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim and hew,
What they like, that let them do.

With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away

Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.

Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many — they are few"

-The Mask of Anarchy Percy Bysshe Shelley

Beware the the way of Lion

to slay and to kill the children of old

teeth strong and made from promise

promise of a better world

Nay look to the organic system

the one grown in faith of pure and true

with love now falling when ever due

connection between tyrant and lion

those who rise often forget those who dont

believe. Do not go up or down no find balance!

Love Balance and Kindness there is only three

that you have to choose to be. What is of Balance

is what is on either side of it. This grand rainbow 

we grow where colour jumps in with no logic

where word is placed only where it is seen for one

person. This seed to be planted, and has grown

tested with chaos and fear yet we get no lions

no tyrants and destroyers. We get makers.

Ian Tacular

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

I met a man who met a traveler from an antique land

he said the grandest of all things this man did see. 

This man who met the man said the greatest of fears

has been relieved. That what he saw was fear but what was

seen was chaos. The man who met the man who met

Ozymandias as only he is known found balance between

the fear and chaos of his shattered country. Between fear and chaos

a statue stood one made of nothing.

The whole rainbow looks like

In the rainbow there is love in the middle which balances itself on the love that is found on either end. Your ability to love yourself and to love your extremes is what leads to true love. You see love makes and breaks; it is always absorbing and always learning. We are one being and our heart pumps blood to our brain and to our toes. Love is everything when anything is nothing. Anything being a state where love could be nothing, everything, love, hate, passion, lust, fear any entity in the universe. If anything is contained to be nothing love is love hate is hate, and anything is nothing it doesn't change.... Love is everything when everything is correct. 

"Ego is but the Lens we experience the World through. Some are clean but most are colored and clouded."
TDK

The rainbow can be seen such as this we walk to the future and what we want yet all paths lead to the same place Awen: The end of all rivers, the sea, the final place, our starting place, it is our home.

The seed of I

The very definition of  I mean I cannot not know all of the non-sense
For what matters perspective when its only shit to trot. Haha yes; I agree good sir while we have fallen to the bottom at least we now walk. Walk away from the shit, the falling, the hoping, the hate and the fear. No cowards can walk.


~:D What does it matter if we fall to hell or walk to heaven. This living point somewhere between the way. Oh the catwalk of a show we call Life. Characters are born into their roles, and die to leave offstage. Up and down back and forth why not just live in the Now!

Based Awen Sketch

Bliss to feel and heart to search, as we perch on Based branch. Little fae jump and dance on the Based branch of the might Oak of life. This chance that we call random little more then the optimal time for things. The lore we keep and make this is our chore, be it false or true lore is lore and that is why we always keep it.


The Based branch of the mighty cosmic Oak.
To be on this branch is to be free Sketch.
Return to Awen laced with your extreme.
Creators are we the Based and the Sketch

We make our god with our ideals and faith
faith in how we more and the holding mask
Without you it would be a hardcore fake
this door we would have to shut join our core.

The rainbow be the spectrum of white light
Seven colours was the promise of God
Based is the seven and we all explore.

All is good, right, and true perspectively.
Pursue holy mooo! love, wisdom, and truth.

The sketch of the exlporer the way to find the extreme of one or the shared burden of many. The kind of man who comes and goes with the kind of love that is unknown to me. Well i was hurting someone so i was sketch yet unkind i suppose maybe im more sketch then i was before so now they accept me. Well then isn;t that in the middle i suppose so. Awen is always moving, and i must explore to find it. Now that i have found it i just have to move with them. Yet it seems to be that we have have multiple Awens its like a camp with a kind of person in it. Yes i am this kind of person, but only online? I'm not in training but this is how my Awen works?

UmmBuns?

No games the druid fox of candy chains
Spinning arms of bead rainbow metal slink.
These names that you collect spirtual incept
This feed of energy and hardcore sound.

The prism that makes the evolution
This white fox spirit I've seen calling forth
This shakes me to the core of Happiness
This light of the riot and hardcore stride

We play no games when dragons soar anew
Seek the help of a cuddle bunny-fox
More you can add to this culture we share
This sweet rain-honey of pure magic true

I name you druid of fox Neon King
This dragon thing I make of old-new

Psynquiry of thee
To seek what we need to hear
I wonder your sake