This page conserves the character fiction forum of the Agora forums. The posts have been left unformatted to make it easier for users to copy them here and paste them into the new forums.
|Oren Itano||oren||12/10/08 18:25||View|
|The backstory of Vulpes.||Vulpes||12/11/08 01:46||View|
|Erica Kessel||Erica Kessel||12/11/08 07:52||View|
|Missy's Story.. a Do-over and another Chapter||Missy||12/11/08 22:38||View|
|Kwekwe's Backstory||Kwekwe Karu||12/12/08 01:02||View|
|Eternal Sunset||Missy||12/13/08 12:19||View|
|Kit Ristow||12/14/08 00:01||View|
|Missy's Story Continued..Part 3||Missy||12/16/08 08:43||View|
|Missy's Story Part 4: Innocence Shattered||Missy||12/16/08 18:34||View|
|Missy's Story Part 5: Innocence Annihilated||Missy||12/18/08 17:16||View|
|Small Dangers||Vox||12/18/08 21:36||View|
|Saint of The Abyss: Part 1||Luciferiel||12/19/08 05:21||View|
|Zero....-1||Justa Zero||12/19/08 17:38||View|
|Zero....1||Justa Zero||12/19/08 18:26||View|
|Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding Dream||Asil Karu||12/20/08 02:39||View|
|Omega To Alpha||erinnic||12/23/08 16:49||View|
|Her Bloody Tears [-Past Event-]||Methias||12/23/08 18:09||View|
|Lost Kitsune - A Shattered Mind||Kiera||12/25/08 18:51||View|
|Usr's story Part IV||UsrBinPerl||12/27/08 20:34||View|
|The Essex||Heir Maelstrom||12/29/08 04:23||View|
|Kwekwe's shame||Kwekwe Karu||12/30/08 18:11||View|
|Joint Round Robin Fic Anyone...?||erinnic||12/30/08 19:07||View|
|God Was On Her Lips As She Died||erinnic||01/02/09 23:31||View|
|Love and Betrayal - A New Beginning||kessjuliesse||01/03/09 13:46||View|
|The Diary of Cody Woodhen||codywoodhen||01/05/09 21:35||View|
|Missy's Story Part 6: Innocence Abducted||Missy||01/07/09 06:23||View|
|Cursed Blade||Yannis_Martynov||01/08/09 21:27||View|
|Story Thread: Community Round Robin Fic||erinnic||01/09/09 23:25||View|
|The demon within||Canly Fargis||01/11/09 16:14||View|
|Ziau- CoLA's Very Own Casanova||Ziau||01/13/09 02:09||View|
|Twisted Attentions||erinnic||01/21/09 20:34||View|
|Inspiration- music and roleplay||Ziau||01/26/09 08:01||View|
|Compilation! Where were you when it all happened?||Ziau||01/28/09 09:12||View|
|The Clock Struck Midnight||Malice Ashdene||01/28/09 22:31||View|
|With Precision- a poem by Kelly Welch A.k.A Ziau Jua.||Ziau||01/29/09 04:36||View|
|Alisa's dicovery of a new world (character sheet + story)||Alisa Draconia||01/30/09 19:17||View|
|The Shadow Stepper- Ziau the Enshadowed.||Ziau||02/01/09 07:26||View|
|Krista Lemon arrives to the streets of Lost Angels||Krista||02/03/09 00:09||View|
|Back Story Upto the Excile of Rune.||RuneCrimson||02/03/09 21:59||View|
|War with the Brood, war with the Coven, and the Pack.||Ziau||02/07/09 04:11||View|
|-- Halcyon's Backstory --||Halcyon Nacht||02/08/09 00:22||View|
|Planer/Exonar family (aka, Erinyse, Khalan, Viridian, Cummere, Selena)||Cummere Mayo||02/08/09 03:53||View|
|Kit's Backstory||Kit Ristow||02/10/09 18:40||View|
|Eyes in the Dark||Keyla||02/11/09 09:47||View|
|Surfacing Part I||Llyr||02/13/09 22:21||View|
|Surfacing Part II||Llyr||02/13/09 22:35||View|
|Tama-Chan: A Cat's Story (Tamara's background)||Tamara||02/17/09 07:35||View|
|Project: A map of Post Apocalypse North America||Tamara||02/17/09 19:21||View|
|Dreamtime Revelations||Winter||02/19/09 18:08||View|
|Reaver-the echo of the Blackwind||AntiZero||02/23/09 00:43||View|
|On the Origin of Species||Tamara||02/25/09 22:38||View|
|Confession||Kit Ristow||02/26/09 01:39||View|
|Personnel File: Pointe, Zsuzsanna C. (Inactive, Deceased)||Su Pointe||02/26/09 03:32||View|
|Malice, in a Different Kind of Wonderland||Malice Ashdene||02/27/09 18:07||View|
|The Dark of Inspiration||Kit Ristow||03/01/09 21:42||View|
|Jheric: Crucified||Kayle Ashdene||03/03/09 10:53||View|
|It's my life||arsene_Braveheart||03/05/09 18:18||View|
|The Tradgedy of the Hybrid||Digital Enigma||03/29/09 07:09||View|
|The Sin of Wrath||molly switchblade||04/02/09 21:28||View|
|Golden Boy||Ephran Ehrler||04/15/09 06:12||View|
|Story About A Girl||Aesendria||04/24/09 15:34||View|
|Climaxe by Smith and Wesson||Sloan||04/28/09 06:19||View|
|My new project ATTENTION Russian Characters!||Ziau||05/01/09 06:42||View|
|**NSFW** A Typical Tuesday Night for Missy||Missy||05/06/09 20:48||View|
|Post your profile links!||Cortero Landar||05/07/09 10:25||View|
|Making Logan Suffer||Aesendria||05/12/09 07:09||View|
|Jeanne Varun||Jeanne Varun||05/14/09 08:24||View|
|The Vanguard's True Purpose||Logan||05/16/09 01:03||View|
|Cortero's Infernal Armor||Cortero Landar||05/16/09 06:52||View|
|Bookstore Surprise||Aesendria||05/16/09 23:16||View|
|Post your profile links if you have in-story info in them!||Cortero Landar||05/18/09 10:33||View|
|Cyber Evolution Bios, Anur Seda, Cyber Reaper, and Commander of CE||Theassassin||06/08/09 11:28||View|
|Was any of it real?||Youko_Giha||06/12/09 15:28||View|
|A shift in priorities||Logan||06/17/09 04:21||View|
|Going home||Ludvig||06/17/09 19:10||View|
|'Ren in Japan||oren||06/18/09 23:11||View|
|Thelma across the board||ThelemaJuliesse||06/26/09 15:09||View|
|Pre-fiction: How Kayteear got here.||Kayteear||07/15/09 16:43||View|
|Story Time||Charissa||07/17/09 19:03||View|
|Pack Airship RP.||Tai||07/27/09 02:49||View|
|My Character||Lilith13||08/05/09 22:34||View|
|The Haunter in the Dark||Shadow||08/14/09 21:50||View|
|The Flying Heads||Kwekwe Karu||08/16/09 16:52||View|
|Why selling coffins is impossible in CoLA||Ziau||08/23/09 04:14||View|
|Paint it red!||Ziau||08/23/09 07:51||View|
|Young Cowards.||Ziau||08/23/09 08:28||View|
|Great video for RPers and people passionate about writing.||Ziau||09/05/09 08:55||View|
|Dux - 264 BC||Dux||09/10/09 18:41||View|
|The Thing at South Gate Sanitarium||Shadow||09/15/09 22:09||View|
|♪♫ Do you wanna RP my avatar ♪♫||Kayteear||09/17/09 14:45||View|
|Jessica's Mother||Jessica Susser||09/21/09 04:19||View|
|Ziau Challenged me to. NSFW||ChasityDawes||09/21/09 07:17||View|
|The Divine Machine.................||Theassassin||09/21/09 22:29||View|
|I Bleed my Blood for Myself.||Ziau||09/22/09 22:28||View|
|Cronicle of a death||Kayteear||09/24/09 01:34||View|
|"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself"||DavidJoshua Artful||09/26/09 17:07||View|
|Old Versus New||Digital Enigma||09/27/09 20:28||View|
|The Shadowed Order, The Eternal Order, Ordo Machina||Theassassin||10/06/09 06:55||View|
|Elamyrath's History||Elamyrath||10/10/09 00:52||View|
|The here, the now, the dead. The Minus.||TheMinus Ziskey||10/10/09 12:41||View|
|Before bed ritual.||Amy Guisse||10/17/09 04:13||View|
|IS this High School again?||Theassassin||10/24/09 12:49||View|
|Sidhe vs Drow||Orlok Lectar||10/29/09 04:08||View|
|Daddy blues||arsene_Braveheart||11/17/09 19:01||View|
|Chronicles of SIE||agentlyseria||11/22/09 12:27||View|
|The Lady In Black(A Drokan Exile Twisted Love Story)||AntiZero||11/29/09 06:36||View|
|The growing Darkness.||Leirain Koray||12/01/09 11:04||View|
|The lycan||Kayteear||12/01/09 16:00||View|
|City of Lost Jackman: The Untold Hollywood Blockbuster||AntiZero||12/02/09 07:11||View|
|Coming home for christmas ..||Kes||12/10/09 22:17||View|
|Bunneh Vs. Lich, DBZ style||Karsha Yutani||12/14/09 11:59||View|
|A Farewell||Roland||12/16/09 20:50||View|
|Of Death and Rebirth||Digital Enigma||12/21/09 20:14||View|
|The Story of Reoco||Reoko Farspire||02/06/10 20:47||View|
|Homecoming......... The Story of Orpheus Darkfold||OrpheusDarkfold||03/11/10 02:27||View|
|The Story of Orpheus Part 2||OrpheusDarkfold||03/13/10 23:15||View|
|Who owns who?||Kayteear||03/22/10 22:03||View|
|Missing the Ocean||ricercar||03/23/10 22:27||View|
|Letter to the editor: Manners in LA||Tink||03/25/10 16:58||View|
|Chasity Backstory||ChasityDawes||06/14/10 19:43||View|
|Something Black and Violent...||DavidJoshua Artful||06/19/10 22:23||View|
|Doctor Visit||erinnic||07/12/10 04:26||View|
|Gabby Perdide||vacantghost||07/19/10 04:42||View|
|Llyr||[i](I've posted this before on the old forums, but I hope I'll be forgiven for putting it up again. Llyr is about to re-enter CoLA, and this is part of the backstory for it. For those who dont' know (and those few who will care) Llyr fought Michael back in the summer, and, with the help of a little backstabbing treachery from Gabriel, Michael killed him. Surfacing tells what happens next.)[/i]|
Like a swimmer emerging from deep water, he wakes.
Roughness against his belly and face, warmth in shifting patterns across his back. There is soil against his lips, bitter and rich. He rolls to one side, muscles and nerves rousing one by one. His eyes open.
A Forest. Ancient trees sift the light of an autumn sun with bough and leaf and his naked body is painted with their shifting shadows. There is little undergrowth between them; root and rock, long dead leaves crumbling into soil. The air shimmers with insects, birdsong, the sough and creak of branches in the wind. He does not know this place, or how he came to be here.
He does not know who he is.
Even his body is strange to him, enormously tall and powerfully built, though alone he has no way of knowing this, no reason to notice, no reason to question the unblemished newness of his pale skin.
His mouth is dry as cotton, hunger clenches like a fist in his belly. He rises unsteadily to his feet, automatically seeks a downward slope in the forest floor and follows it, steps growing more certain as he goes. Somewhere there will be water.
There is. A long oblong pool, nearly a small lake, fed by streams, nestled between towering beech and oak. He drops to his belly beside it and scoops blissful handfuls of water to his mouth. It’s clear, almost painfully cold, and he sucks it down with something like ecstasy.
A conscious thought, his first since awakening: the light has shifted. Dark will come soon, and with it cold. Though he is hungry he should tend to the matter of warmth first.
A stretch of time to find the right kind of stone along the water’s edge, and more to chip a piece to something like a working edge. Then a search for deadwood, soft for the base, hard and dry for the rod. He cuts a hank of his own hair, twists it to cord with absent skill and fashions a firebow. Shred moss and birch to loose fibre, spin the rod with the firebow into a divot in the softer base wood, in a tiny hill of the fine kindling. Crouching, work the rod back and forth in steady, deliberate strokes, sweat springing up and cooling on his back until smoke curls from the friction, and then spark and at long last flame.
The sun’s angle has flattened, and the wood is perceptibly darkening. He returns to the pool and finds an overhang of rock shadowing the water. Drop to belly, dangle arms elbow deep in icy water, and wait still as stone, hope and hunger mixed.
It comes in mere moments. Somewhere deep within him he wonders at the grace of it. Long silvery dappled trout brushes fingers, lingers as he tickles its sides, slips his hands beneath and, in a flash of hand and spray, scoops it to the bank beside him.
A blow. Hunger too insistent to allow time for cooking. And then tearing mouthful after mouthful of flesh away with strong white teeth. He wipes greasy fingers on his naked thighs, and huddles by the fire. He is an animal, full and warm. There are stars above the lake in unfamiliar patterns, scoured to brilliance by wind. There is the crackling of the fire, the soughing of the trees. And then, once more, there is sleep.
The sky is a wheel spinning out the days and nights. By day he fishes, hunts, laboriously builds a small lean-to for shelter from rain and the snows of winter which surely will not be long in coming. He dives into the great pool with unconscious grace, arms outstretched like the wings of a bird, or an angel.
But by night he dreams.
The sweat and lurch and roar of battle, tearing through hot-eyed beasts with sword, pulling them apart with his own hands. The searing pain of wounds alien now to his unmarked flesh, two most of all: a golden sword and one of flame, driven through his body.
An endless parade of faces strange to him, another man’s memories. Certain faces remain with him when he awakens, and he ponders their meaning: an ugly, scarred giant bearing a monstrous hammer, a small dark-haired, laughing girl who grows out of laughter and into sorrow, a lean hard man with a gun on each hip and a story to tell, a gold-armoured angel, beautiful and proud and cruel. There are others, and they matter somehow, but it eludes him; a flash of colour at the periphery of vision that vanishes before he can turn to see.
And then one night, just as autumn gives way to winter at last, the final leaf dropping to earth in the company of the first flake of snow, he dreams something more.
Clad in kilt and tartan he stands on a grassy hill gazing down to the field below. Small still shapes dot the ground and hundreds of dark figures mill about them. Like ravens. Like wolves. Something he had clutched in his left hand drops to the ground: a crudely carved wooden horse. He pulls the greatsword from his back in a black glitter, wings the colour of ash clapping thunder as he hurtles down the hill. He is roaring words he cannot understand in a voice ragged with fury and pain, striking down, driving through the dark figures with their crooked backs and jagged hands, ripping them apart over the bodies of the prey they had been consuming. The small still shapes he is now close enough to see.
Oh god, the children of Emain Macha. Every one.
He is torn from sleep by his own scream, by sobs that rack his frame without mercy. He weeps like a man bereft, for their pain and his own failure to save them. He weeps until his whole body aches, and then, utterly spent, he weeps as a small child himself, lost and alone.
And now he knows.
My name is Llyr