The Journal of Fate - Third party accounts of the legends of Fate with regular first party appearences by Fate

The Village Son - Merovil Pytre

The Warrior - Marc

(first person)

Shifting Sands - Yunar

Reign of Blood - Dareon / Damien

Treason & Terror - Athorien, Nahshir, Bhrash

Sylvan Dreams - Anifera

King in Waiting - Amar,

"Fate, they say, is a quirky thing you see. And pestering it is not something a wise man would do. A woman, though, would ram it with her horns well before you could blink, but then, why shouldnt they.", a tad bit of the whisky spilled down the aged benedictors beard as he let out a chortling laugh. The fire seemed to have a humour of its own and added mirth and mystery to his otherwise innocent comment.

The right audience, the right setting and the precise moment can set wheeels in motion you see and that is exactly what happened there on that otherwise most unremarkable of nights. I must describe the setting to you with a tad bit mroe detail if the story of this legend is tohave any effect on you. Or, if luck has it and your actually not a fool as they always are, you understand the simple truth behind the smoke that simply hides a mirror. Or anything else for that matter. For smokes and shadows will play with your mind and soul much the same way as a fiddler with his strings and the fire with the benedictors smile.

But I digress, as I am want to do, they say my very existence is just a distraction from my reality which to tel lyou th truth, if they are to be believed, is truly a ruse to cover my simple objective. Annihilation.

Now back to the old fool and his wise tail to a foolish tale. Please bear with my puns, I do so enjoy and wouldnt you spare an old man his eccentricities.

As the fools laughter echoed through the night a sound was drowned out in the near distance. Someone did not like this story because someone had almost died at the end of it and giving away clues to your weakness is not something this someone was very fond of. So this someone that we speak of, for I shall not call this entity a man or woman, moved closer to the small audience that listened to the benedictor.

Around the fire sat four souls and our someone realised only three of them were mortal. If there was something this someone enjoyed mroe than anything else it was a story, even fatal ones as this one promised to be. And so we sit down by our hearth and listen to this old old story told by a fireside by a fool, heard by three others, some of them fools, and observed from a distance by a third party they would never know existed. Maybe he did, maybe he didnt. Its all just a throw of the dice really.

"Aye, so the legend of old man Fate." More whisky was poured, duly watered to last the telling of the legend. "Fate, as I said, was a quirky old man. He did what he wanted. He roamed where he felt. He was a self made man. He took his decisions. But that is not the same as having control over them. Fate had more than one life you see but these others were jsut possibilities, so the lgend goes man and dont stare at me like that. I didnt make the story," he withdrew a little and leaned into the shadows of the fire. "I jsut tell it."

"Fate you see, has many a lives but only one conscience. Only one memory. And choosing which to live and when to live it was a task he never could manage. And so he sought an answer to his problems. And what does one of them do when they find themselves stuck in a rut like a mere human. They talk to one of them others," and he winked a little smile as if he was acting like he knew more. He did.

"Fate went to meet one of his family. And, you never want to run into your family at an indelicate moment, but sometimes you just do. Cant help things yo usee. Its jsut plain simple fate really and even fate couldnt be above it. He was fate himself. And so he went into that dark lair ..."

This had gone on long enough. There was too much truth out in the night. And fate survived on playing smokes and mirrors. Whats the point if you know your fate. He becomes obsolete. The old man would need to shut up. Forever.

Someone reached into the pocket that had appeared in the left side of its cloak. Two dice. Simple. The thing rolled them.

The benedictor died. The body finally sucummed to al lthe years of the slow poison it seems. Thankfully it was a clean death.

Lucky. Someone walked away having lived another day.

Some one-liners a friend had penned down from my chats with him from YEARS AGO ... way older than these blogs ... they remind me of a much funnier time in my life ...

Some people are just born weird ......... and some others just make themselves weird .... like me ...!!!

Bein singles great ... but bein commited to someone who really cares about you .. is even better(this one courtesy Val Gal)!

Some are born stupid .... others involuntarily try their best to surpass them...!!

Life can be fucked up ,,, and I (we) can make it even worse....!!!

Sometimes confessing it all to a stranger aint that bad an idea ... !

Try too hard and you just might be termed an idiot...love too truly and they start laughing in your face ... !

there are those who want to lead ....
there are those who can lead..
and then
there are those who should lead...

dont love too much ..... unless you get a bit of that love in return ,,,!!!!!

Deep down inside ,,,,,,,,,, Ever Girl's Just a Girl!

People dont understand me ,,, because i dont show myself inthe ways they are used to...they become unknowingly blind...when its all there in front of them....and then they say i act weird....im an open book,,,you jsut dont know which pages to turn,,,,,!!

Darknes is not just the abscence of light..its the presence of profound
black..!!!

we all like to love...but sometimes....some of us are too scared..some are too hurt...and some are just blind!

There's one love in your life...and if that dies away....dont be scared....you might be lucky enough to get a second chance...dont fuck that up....please...!!! (i still dont know if this is true,,,) [ever since writign this for the first time ... i learnt it was true but that theres no replacign THE ONE or the FIRST ONE and i guess youll never know either till you die]

theres more to life than love....its the most importatnt thing..but not the only thing

Dogs and cats..dont get along...coz they were told theyre not supposed to!

......everything can be messed up because of presumptions..!!

Smoke..drink...do everything you wanna..as long as all the side-effects are limited to ONLY YOU...!

Love messes you up....worse than a paper of calculus...!!!

Dv, Thank you.
For being there when i needed someone to care. For having faith in my abilities and letting me believe i really wasnt a washed out old fool. :D
For being the shoulder I could lean on and the friend who would reassure me that everything will be all right. That I was good and shouldn't doubt myself so much.
We shared a journey and those memories are ours.
Thank you for holding my hand when I felt so lost. Thank you for caring enough to ask. And thank you mroe than anything else for reminding me of all the wonders of my past.
When I thought i was wandering the lanes o life not knowing where to go you came into my life and showed me the treasure of memories I have. I realised once again the need to simply have fun.
I have a new life, a new belief and after all these years once again a passion in my heart. And for all of this I thank you.
The moments I spent with you will be cherished forever and your beauty will always be a memory that keeps me smiling. 'Pretty' indeed if you recall.
I'm happy that i leave this place having earned another good friend and hope that someday our paths will cross again.
love,
Ankit :)

Willoan,
The Lone Ranger,
Mr. Schmidt,
Arul Vanorien,
Thyr Lonver,
The Scribe,
Marc.

I've certainly given myself some weird names over the years .....

Why Arul Vanorien?

Why The Scribe?

Why Lonver's Journal? (No i did not intend to play on the world Lover)

Why is it the Book of Raen? (and no Rain here either)

Because masks are the faces we want the world to see. Truth isnt everything.

Lies are sometimes the best paths to an objective.

Mystery add's spice to your life, no matter what the mystery is about.

Here the mystery is not my identity but rather why this feeble attempt to cover it and stick with ti after all these years. Oh well these questions are for a later day, gotta finish the fucking memorial right now!!!

Damn it but she looked gorgeous that day!!!

Saw a picture of hers while I was browsing through some olc pics and i swear my heart skipepd a beat for a second. No not because of love. Not because it hurts. I was jsut surprised to see it there. I no longer feel sad for the way things didnt work out, in a way its a relief but yes i do feel sad for loosing out on someone i really used to have a lot of fun with.

I may have lost some respect for her, I know i was at fault too and circumstances (like that little PMSing imp would scare her or even me every now and then, the national selections or freshers, the pic i saw was one of her in a car outside my hostel and later one from this years freshers) ... I pray you havea good life and like those few friends that i know ive lost forever ... she will be missed.