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[Karr Lord of Chaos]

i wrote this for sez a while back when we first started dating. i didnt change as much as i have for other songs i parodied but i think i still did well.

"Just Want You To Know"

Looking at your logs from when we first met
You gave me hope that I will never forget
And nothing I could do would prepare for the kiss that night

Thinking about you, always on my mind
Our chats where a blast 'cause we talked all night
I’d always love, talking to you, you’re everything to me

I just want you to know that I've always loved you so
Some days I make it through and then there's nights that I miss you
I will always believe that you'll never ever leave
But still I have to say “I love you” every day.
Just want you to know

All are wishes come true We will push ahead
And I just cant wait to cuddle you in bed
To hold you tight every day, that day’s to~day

I just want you to know that I've always loved you so
Some days I make it through and then there's nights that I miss you
I will always believe that you'll never ever leave
But still I have to say “I love you” every day.
Just want you to know

That since I love you, I’ll always love you
No I can't fake it, there's no one else but you

I just want you to know
that I've always loved you so
Some days I make it through and then there's nights that I miss you
I will always believe that you'll never ever leave
But still I have to say “I love you” every day.
Just want you to know

That I've always loved you so
Some days I make it through and then there's nights that I miss you
I will always believe that you'll never ever leave
But still I have to say “I love you” every day.
Just want you to know

[Karr Lord of Chaos]

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i wrote this for my return to Tibia a year ago, though ive since quit for good this time.

The shores of Asguuard

Lightening crackled through the black sky as the Princess Mary rode the waves like a wild stallion. The ship was prized as the greatest vessel in the king’s navy but even she was barely remaining aloft the turbulent waves. Thorian Steelback hollered from the main deck at his water soaked and freezing crew below: “Trim dat sail ya land lubbers, else it be yar dat go o’er da rail!”

In all of Thorian’s years of sea faring, he had never seen a worse storm. His thick greybeard was clumped together by ice chunks, his face deep red from frost, and the sweat from his brow frozen stiff on his high collar. No storm had been this bad, and he still had his doubts as to the sanity of the mission he had been given, no one in their right mind was out on the waves, no one except an overly loyal sailor.

His worn face turned to the dwarf beside him on the main deck, the dwarf who had asked the king for this foolish foray into the paining sea. The dwarf was taller then most, his eyes sparkled with hidden knowledge, his face and beard where weather worn like his; red checked, and greybeard covered in ice. This dwarf had an air of power around him, something that told the captain that this mission was important to the bearded knight. The dwarf had rarely averted his sight from the island strait ahead, the island known to a few as the place of resting, the island of Asguuard.

The captain returned his gaze to the sea and air around him, hating the wind as it whipped snow around like tiny clubs, thrashing and burning every bit of exposed skin that halted its violent flight. Like the black angry skies above, the sea was pitch-black, sucking the very light from the air above it. Though the sea was well known to him, this was foreign, completely uncharted. This was unprecedented weather, a storm like nothing he had ever heard or seen.

His sailors where a hard lot, facing many wars and navel skirmishes, but they where noticeably nervous; nervous of the deeply cold air, nervous of the merciless sea that raged uncontrollably below them, nervous of what black water’s of hell they sailed deep into.

Stern faced against his own fear he continued to sail the tiny vessel through the sea of nightmares, a sea that wanted nothing but revenge for its fallen and betrayed souls. Thorian was not going to let the sea claim him and his ship, he would not become the pray of spiritual hatred.

The iron resolved dwarf stared on through the madness, unchanged by the world around him.


The Princess Mary was tossed around like a cork bobbing helplessly in the brine. It was a miracle they had even reached this island, and would take yet another for them to escape. Captain Stealback handed the dwarf a lantern and a flask of oil. The lantern illuminated the brown-wool hooded dwarf, painting a ritualistic visage on the worn wind beaten face.

“We dar’n’t stay ‘ere ‘r we won’t make ‘er back. Be swift m’ Lord.”

The dwarf was down the gangway plank before its worn wood even struck the grey weathered long dock. His red lantern swung unheeded in the wild wind as its flame fought for every burning breath to remain alight. This island was more true to its name then ever before, a land of nothing but the whispers of fallen warriors and forgotten heroes, a land which would forever remain dead to the world.

The demonic surf reached for him on the dock, its watery hammer pummeling the wooden planks with fierce determination for vengeance as the dwarf made his way to the snowy land on the far side. The wind would not be silenced even among the pillars of the dead. Nothing could sooth the angry hate that bellowed on the wind. Its icy bite carved bone with frozen malice, destroyed all thoughts of comfort.

His brown high top leather boots crushed the dark hued snow and solid ice underneath, creating the only trail in or out of the land of death. Graves flanked him on either side, spreading in every direction. Each grave he passed was withered away by the hellish wind and snow, though he needed no aids to tell him who lay under each grey carved stone. He was a historian, and many of those sacred markers held stories unvoiced, savage tales that only he knew. The brown-wool dwarf had known those people who now called this nightmare home, knew them before the Gods had ended their fight.

Row upon row of deep sunken stone covered in crystalline brilliance as the little light that remained was drawn in and muted to a dull sparkle. The light was not the only victim of the hell whispering wind, claiming dominance over the hooded robe the dwarf wore, rippling its fabric to mimic the waves that crashed defiantly upon the rocks that lined the island’s shores. Against dismal odds, the flickering lantern burned on, huddling at the source of its only comfort as if seeking warmth of its own.


Black obsidian stood before him, greater then any monument to death in the fields of shadowed hues, and dieing lights. This was the object of his search, the reason for his mission. He traced a bluing hand on the smooth icy stone letters that where nearly obscured by the burning snow that continued to fall like pelting stone.

The monuments common script read “Smoke Dragonwake, Smoked, Evizerate – First of the three knights, and powergamer of the Northern Lands. Betrayed by the Gods.”

The dwarf knew this grave best out of all the thousands of stones that stood on the island of Asguuard, knew the man who had once been the greatest swordsman the world had ever known. A man who fought the same way he died, for his own style and for those lucky to be his closest friends.

Now the grave was guarded by the souls of other fallen warriors, no less brilliant in their time, and the single unsheathed sword that was propped against the black stone like a dark totem. The weapon had stood there for some time, a familiar article to the dwarf that stood before it. Time and weather had whisked the snow around the stone and sword, creating cavitations deep along the edges; creating deeper drifts elsewhere too.

For the first time since he began the voyage his mouth opened, creating a new cave for the cold wind to explore with icy fingers, searching for new places to exact its malice.

“Smoke,” he spoke, his wispy voice trailing over the high-pitched whistling wind. “I know the Gods will destroy this island of memory and peace, the resting place of the fallen. They want all names of the departed to be washed away from our memories, their monuments returned to the depths of the sea where they first sprung.”

His proclamation was met with frozen fire, the wind rising to a howl in pain and anguish at the Gods and for their failing legacies.

“I know it has been a long time since I was last here, longer then I wish. The world has not been kind in your absence, and I find myself lost and indecisive. So many have gone before me, and I’ve already traveled to and from the Grey Havens. Yet even after all I have witnessed, I am ready to rebuild, to call again the armies of change and the words of reason.”

The old dwarf looked into the dull white distance and the flailing snow began to shape itself into memory.

In front of his mind’s sight a young dwarf stood all white in the snow, standing before a mighty council, and a tower of weathered grey. A familiar paladin spoke, purple tunic and dark hair blending into the crowd of well armed men around him, “For your work you have been conferred the position of Full Mercenary.” The snow swirled and turned into another scene, a tableau of his defiance against the invasion of Carlin by the Rising Phoenix. The swirling snow quickly changed into a different body, that of a young paladin holding high a hammer of tremendous power, the relic of dwarven freedom from Blog. Again the raging skies destroyed the vision before him, spinning another scene from his memory.

This time a Thais villa filled with wealth and power grew into formation, its carved tables holding articles strait out of legend and wonder. The snow changed and the picture turned into a moving battle of three knights against the warlock race, a constant battle of survival and desire for victory. Again the swirling menace changed the scene, displaying a guild hall built with living tree and bush, its roof covered in velvet grass and lush flowers. An old elf stood behind a table hewn of hard ash, three rocks of immense magical providence cast on its surface. The scene changed into a shop filled with friendly feet and kind neighbors, constant visitors admiring the well kept displays inside. The swirling grew into another tableau, that of a guild lead by a mighty man who commanded respect and guided his charges.

The snow turned into shapelessness once again, leaving him empty, nothing but the mocking bitter cold. He turned back to the stone monument and laid a numb hand on its frozen relief.

“I have need of this,” he said to the chilling winds, a mater-of-fact statement. He gingerly grabbed the frozen sword and pulled it free of its icy prison. The familiar sword took to his hand like a long missed lover, powerfully inviting him to feel its weight and balance. He took one last look at the grave of one of his greatest friends and turned his back on it forever. The future was unclear, but he knew with bitter conviction that the Gods where destroying this place and its memory. It is said history repeats only when the lessons that gave it birth are forgotten again. Doomed to repeat, there would be no lasting lessons for the new generation that came.

Snow was piling up faster since he first had walked deep into the island, his trail obscured by the light sucking crystals. His lantern had slowed to a dull flicker, barely even emitting light. The dwarf pulled the oil flask out of his pack and poured its contents into the lantern, giving it new life. The tiny flame grew to a dazzling light, invigorated by new fuel, new hope, yet soon returned to its flickering resolve as the wind broke its conviction.


Howling wind ripped through the island in desperation as it sought retribution from the Gods neglect and insult. The wild snow laden wind found the dwarf as he made his way back to the ice covered deck. The ship that had sailed him to this island, the only ship that could make the near impossible trek, was still bobbing violently at the end of the dock, lanterns on deck swinging savagely in the brusque air.

The captain was glad to see him and quickly lowered the plank, giving orders to sail immediately to the nervous crew. Their eyes met as the old dwarf reached the weathered planking, and exchanged a knowing glance.

“It is done,” the dwarf intoned, shocking the captain.


Thorian was surprised at the Lords words, the only words he had spoken to the captain during the entire trip. He quickly muffled the surprise and began the final preparations to leave this horrid place, he knew without a doubt that the sea voyage ahead would be the most challenging mission he had ever faced. With frosty features he turned to his task, forcing his strange thoughts to the back of his mind.

The island was never visited again, its memory obscured by the savage weather that froze it, and its standing memory in a shroud of time.

[Karr Lord of Chaos]

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this is a tryst i had, whats dangerous is she was engaged to another man. i wrote this piece after we halted our dangerous behavior.

The forbidden fruit

forbidden; a fruit hanging innocently in the garden,
tempting; its unknown beautify playing at the mind,
alluring; is its curiosity to try it, to know it,
sly; are those who pluck it when none are looking.

time had passed and days had gone, giving way to new realities, to new possibilities. in the garden of eden stood a tree, a special tree whose fruit was forbidden by all to eat. but yet, by knowing its illicit nature, only made the allure all the more tempting. though he had promised to himself and to others that he would not pluck the fruit, he found himself consumed by the possibilities it could unlock, an almost lust filled desire for the knowledge it contained.

he was a moral man, a man with integrity and worth, who valued his rules and guidelines with an almost fanatical worship. but yet the fruit danced on the outside his mind, always there in the background, teasing to be tried out and explored. perhaps it was because he was mortal that one day he decided he wanted to have that which he could not have - the forbidden fruit.

he inched closer to that tree, feigning innocence and indifference. slowly he crossed the barriers he had set for himself, the limitations he did not wish to cross. it was almost too easy to break trust with himself, and worst, it gave him a sense of giddish glee, the kind you only get when you are doing something you shouldnt and getting away with it.

almost too soon he was up the tree, hanging from a limb, an almost lustful glare painted across his face. his hand grasped the trees fruit, feeling its texture, feeling its emotion, feeling its beating will. a thought struck him, paralyzing him to mute silence, a frozen tableau.

guilt, fear, and reality pierced through him, crashing through the core of his mind, reviling that the path he was taking was damning and damaging to himself and to others. he had given his word, both to himself and to others and yet here he was breaking it for the simple pleasure to know what it would be like to taste this unknown fruit, to have a taste of what might have been in another time or place.

but he wanted the fruit anyway, he wanted everything for himself, greedily succumbing to the desires that raged through his body. his will was fighting a loosing battle, wanting what it did not have, craving the passion that radiated from the fruit. almost impossibly, it was the fruit who halted the mans actions.

the fruit whispered in his mind "i am the fruit, and i know you desire me, just as much as i desire you. but we both have our morals and responsibilities, bound by our own rules and promises. both of us where given sincere trust, and both of us do not wish to break it, though our bodies and senses tell us differently; though our minds scream at the possibilities. we both wish to break free from the world, to explore paths that we have been unable to walk, but we both know that once we cross through that portal, the way back is sealed forever. we both know that this cannot be, or rather it can be but not in this time or place."

a pause settled over the garden, as if the garden itself had stopped everything it was doing to analyze the crucible unfolding in the branches of the forbidden tree. the silence was broken an audible release of breath.

"so," the man spoke, trailing off in thought before the words came to him. "so let us keep what we have and never breach the trust we have gained. let us use our connection to fulfill that which we do not have - for a moment - but never break the binds that firmly tie us to our own realities. in another time, in another instant, in another path, this could be reality, but not yet; not now."

a smile split his face as he let go of the fruit, new words of wisdom forming on his tongue. "everyone is tempted to touch the forbidden fruit, everyone will push themselves to the apex of breaking their will when doing so, but greater are those who can stop themselves and walk away then those who taste that forbidden fruit. the fruit is not there to consume your mind, but there to expand it and teach it the values it holds dear."

the man learned a valuable lesson that day, he learned that though he was free, he still must bind himself with limitations, to surround and define himself with his beliefs and morals, and yet expand himself to understand that which he does not know, through faith of being.


last night i was the man who climbed the forbidden tree, i was the man who grasped the fruit i should not of been seeking, and yet i was the man who was able to walk away without anymore then a brief touch of that which i could not have. in the end, i am the man who was able to grow from it, and not the man who was consumed and destroyed by it, and for that i am grateful for the chance i was allured to take.

[Karr Lord of Chaos]

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Another poem for sez.

Victory Conquest

A spark sprang from the darkness, illuminating the path ahead;
Its quick burst of life revitalizing, sending thoughts racing to my head;
An image, a voice, a thought; all melding into one sentence said;
All paths leading into one; thoughts of you while I lay in bed.

My ships have docked, their sailing done forever;
The mission they completed was to find my lover;
And thought this route was both crazy and clever;
I know that now I wont need to sail again; no; never.

Long hours I spent to find the one I need, the one to complete me totally;
Many years did I search to find the one who would keep me soberly;
But now that the search is done, the mission over, no losing technicality;
Every piece is lined up, in perfect sync, all the ducks in a row – orderly.

Three words echo in my mind; “I love you;”
Two days of bliss I’ve had; yesterday and today;
One demand I have to make; to see you;
No regrets, only desire; to be close to you.

Thanks I whisper into the wind, fate has decided to pay back my over payments;
I sweat when I think of the times ahead, the our day looms closer, young love hence;
But I know that no mater where we are, everything will stay together and make sense;
Along as I am with you, cuddled closely to your warm soft skin, I will have no laments.

Here; now; forever; always; by your side,
A heart beat away, a thought beyond the veil,
I will be waiting for your strong embrace,
Illuminated by the spark we both share.

Burn away everything and only love will remain;
It’s teasing jests, daring you to even think to refrain.


another poem

Darkness' Decree

When the world was young, the grass was green;
No stain upon the world was seen.
No blood was spilled upon the stones,
No cries of death; or woe; or moans.

No hammers wrought beneath the earth;
No war cries, or heinous mirth.
No blades where drawn, no steel was clashed;
No bows where strung, no arrows flashed.

And yet a world so fair and pure;
Was influenced by darken’ lure.
And as the darkness spread its hands;
Greed, hate, and jealousy consumed the lands.

Blood was spilled upon the walls;
And war cries echoed down the halls.
Greed was life, and death it’s cost;
Hatred reigned, and love was lost.

Not elf, nor dwarf, nor human life;
Was spared the cost of evil’s fief.
And as the world burned slowly still;
A gleam of hope was born of will.

Tough the dire need of strength was there;
No mere mortal could quell the darkened air.
And from the heavens did descend;
A hero of legends, to mark the end.

And still to this day the battles rage;
Upon the land where darkness reigned.
But now the light keeps dark at bay;
And life at last, is here to stay.

But the world is old and grey;
And the end may come one day.
But for now the world will be;
A place of life and death’s decree…

[Perversion]

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Looking at your logs from when we first met

At first, I thought, yeah, Sez has really got a sexy pair of logs.


Then I realized that you were talking about logs of IM conversations.

[Karr Lord of Chaos]

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she does have a pair of sexy logs, i mean legs. i got 11 files of msn chats from her, more then even my best friend that ive known for 13 years.

[Czechs Mex]

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I read the first line and thought you were talking about poop.

[Misty]

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Wow. Brilliant! I fell in love with the first poem. It's like a romantic serenade.

Almost got caught up in it for a moment, but alas, you already have someone....

....>.<;

Seriously, great work. Post more!

[Czechs Mex]

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Oh no, Karr's poetry almost made Misty fall in love with him! How will Karr respond to this saucy turn of events?

[Misty]

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Easy! Soap opera.

Sezjeuric will probably slap me silly.

[Czechs Mex]

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Nah, Sezjeuric's not overprotective and catty like that. She's not, is she? I guess I'm not sure what you're trying to say.

[IRC]

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I doubt she'd even notice. What with her love affair with the vacume box.

[simple man]

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Wow. Brilliant! I fell in love with the first poem. It's like a romantic serenade.

Almost got caught up in it for a moment, but alas, you already have someone....

[Karr Lord of Chaos]

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Wow. Brilliant! I fell in love with the first poem. It's like a romantic serenade.

Almost got caught up in it for a moment, but alas, you already have someone....

....>.<;

Seriously, great work. Post more!

<secretly dates misty on the side>

<shaggy song plays in the background>

sez isnt over protective at all, nor am i the jealous type. it really works out well. come to think of it, she never comes to the imaginari forum anyway.

[Misty]

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Your stories and poems have a lot of emotion and energy. And the one about the forbidden fruit wrenched my gut, but that's not a bad thing at all. I like reading things that get me involved. Your writing is very eloquent--you should have shown us this stuff earlier! Otherwise, how would we have known what a great writer you are.