The Dark Lord Razgriz (ongoing)

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(We felt it necessary to give The Dark Lord Razgriz an entire thread of his own. Being more than the average VIP we're quite sure he deserves it.
The information here all relates to this enigma of a man. Because of his nature there is very little information about him and so we have scoured the whole of Archidet for these diary extracts and faded manuscripts. We hope that from this you will be able to understand the dread, the evil, the power that is... The Dark Lord Razgriz)


Item 1: Transcribed from parchment found in the library of the late Duke Stronghelm; author unknown. His son, Duke Stronghelm has agreed that this work, and the others found in the library of his late father, may be used for this work.

"The people of the village had not heeded the advise given and their foolishness was paid for with death. It is unknown how many have died as survivors are still being found in the woods. Young men are being questioned but their answers make little sense. It is thought that the shock of the attack has rendored them of their senses. To every question asked there is only the one answer, 'The Dark Lord Razgriz commanded that it be so'. The records have been checked three times now to no avail'; there is no listing of any Lord Razgriz in the lands governed by Duke Stronghelm or the elves."

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Item 2: Extracts from the diary of the late Lady Yvonne. The diary was stored in the library of the late Duke Stronghelm for further reference. It was never discovered whether Lady Yvonne's death was truly an accident.

"6th day of the Month of Sun,
I saw the shadow again today whilst out riding. It is most queer. Forever it hangs on the boundaries of my vision, just out of sight so i may not see its form, but there none-the-less. I have not yet informed my husband of this. There is not yet sufficient reason to alarm him so."
[The diary goes on to inform us of menial tasks performed during the day and news from friends.]

"12th day of the Month of Sun,
It has been almost a week since i last saw it, yet the shadow returned today. It seemed more foreboding and i am beginning to fear for myself. It remains it's usual self but it is the boldness of it that makes me fear it so.
I first noticed it whilst riding near the woods. This did not alarm me as this is where it usually haunts. Today though, it followed me all the way through the town. It has never done anything of this nature before. Perhaps i am losing my mind for no one else seemed to notice it."
The entry ends here for 12th day of the Month of Sun

"22nd day of the Month of Sun,
It is terrible, the blackness is terrible. I know not what i saw today but it fills my heart with dread. The blackness is still here, it haunts me always now and i despise it.
I saw children of the town. Young ladies, pretty young girls and barely walking toddlers. They were running. They were running towards the woods, towards the man. The Dark man. The Dark man with the cold dangerous eyes. They were the street children of the town and should know better than to trust him.
I tried to stop some of the children but i couldn't. They wouldn't listen to me. They wouldn't even look at me. It was aweful.
He led them all into the woods and i rode home as quickly as i could. The blackness sits with me in this room. It shadows the corner of my vision and it scares me badly. I must tell my husband before..."

[The writing ends here. This was the last entry in the diary. Later the same day Lady Yvonne was found dead beneath the balcony of her sisters room. It is thought that she fell accidentally. There were no witnesses and the two guards outside the room witnessed no one but her ladyship enter or leave the room. No witnesses saw her fall.]

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Item 3: Poem caught in circulation in King Shrenk's Land. Poet is anonymous.

Hands are red with your blame
Hearing you screaming my name
Whimpers someone I should've loved
Souls weeping above

I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls

Micro waves me insane
A Blaine cuts in your brain
To sounds like a fork on a plate
Blackboard scratched with hate

I've seen what you're doing to me
Destroying puppet strings
To our souls.

[[Poem is actually modified lyrics by Muse. Don't sue us.]]

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Item 4: Poem by The (not so) Elusive 'Truth Bearer' as he named himself. The 'Red Kite' was hung, drawn and quartered on charges of high treason and conspiracy against The Dark Lord Razgriz.

In the life of the wrong a love lingered on,
Love lingered on to frustration.
And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone?
Or am I just a figure in a memory?
Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died?
One who would not deny lovers?
And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith,
Then take a look at my face and know

That till your rapture falls to pieces
Until your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe,
Simple things like suffering
Life had gone this way
Life is gone this way

Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along
Another life evolved to gestation
And so we made our way with the mistake we made
But she was just a figure from my memories

So she walked in the baby's room
Knowing what she should do leave me in
Absolute horror
She put her hand on its lip she gave it
One last kiss
And sang some tune that went

Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe,
Simple things are suffering

And I would and I would, destroy your god
Yes I would if I could destroy your god
Because you're born again
Until you're worn again,

Until your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Find in me the room to breathe,
Sinful things like suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces
Till your rapture falls to pieces

But, if this must be, then burn with me
Anything
Just don't leave
So find in me the room to breathe
Sinful things like suffering
Till your rapture falls to pieces

She swore she heard the voice of Aeiseth
Telling her it was wrong to keep it
And one more thing, it looked like me
Back when it breathed
Rest in peace
Until the rapture comes to meet us

[[Poem is adapted lyrics from'Rapture' by Hurt. An epic song. Go youtube it.... now.]]

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Item 5: Another poem by the self proclaimed 'Truth Bearer'.

You know enough to know the way
Six billion people just one name
I found tomorrow in today
Apocalyptic and insane, my dreams will never change
You wanna be the one in control
You wanna be the one who's alive
You wanna be the one who's old
It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time

Stand out on the edge of the earth

Stand out on the edge of the earth
Dive into the center of fate
Walk on the edge of the sword
Look into the new future's face

I know you know enough to say
I know you know enough to play a game

You wanna be the one in control
You wanna be the one who's alive
You wanna be the one who's old
It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time

Stand out on the edge of the earth
Dive into the center of fate (faith?)
Walk on the edge of the sword
Look into the still future space

Stand out on the edge of the earth
Dive into the center of fate
Walk on the edge of the sword
Look into the new future's face

Stand out on the edge of the earth

Stand out on the edge of the earth
Stand out on the edge of the earth
Look into the new future's face
Stand out on the edge of the earth
Dive into the center of fate
Walk on the edge of the sword
Look into the new future's face

[[Poem adapted from the song 'Edge of the Earth' by 30 seconds to Mars.]]

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Item 6: Anonymous Poem circulated around the late Duke Stronghelm's lands.

Evil
blistering
unforgiving
pounding on your mind
feasting
ravenous on captured hearts
and weaked souls

Evil is a smile
with dark intentions
hiding hate
longing for revenge
on the innocent
the faithful

Evil will kill
it self to get to you
with out pity
or remorse
it strikes
without fear of the after life
or judgement

Evil
walks
talks
eats
works
lives
sleeps
hopes
dreams
Evil is he and Dark his soul.