Journey of the Soul

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From: jahecore@aol.com (Jah Ecore)
Date: 06 Jul 1998 14:53:26 EDT

The boat creaks painfully along the current of the slow moving dark river. The hooded cloaked skeletal oar's man keeps the bow forward smooth and unwavering to some unknown point of destination. The sky remains gloomy and inky in despair as eerie sounds of horror drift on the wind. What vegetation does grow is gnarled and twisted defining normal laws of nature. But they who control the Lower Planes of
existence like it this way...foreboding.

A dishelved hunched over humanoid figure cowers in the center of the boat. Drained of power and of any energy to do more then sit and await where his soul shall end up in an eternity of suffering. The boat had already passed the Nine Hells, Arcadia, and Tarterus...and was now approaching the Abyss on one side and the fringes of Pandemonium awaited in the distance. Where was he to serve his punishment he wondered? What daemon or devil claimed
his soul?

Slowly the boat creaked, the water lapped along in its wake, and the skeletal oar's man guided the tormented soul on to find it's new home of despair. And the figure in rags torn from his barely covered body shaken violently suddenly much humbled to be completely powerless. Another lost soul of time. A fate of a legendary warrior who took the dark path and the path opened out from beneath him to swallow him to the depths of only the truly
wicked.

Once a Warlord, Three Times a Baron, still a warrior with a dark spirit. Whatever happened to the simple lad who lived in his Garden of Redheads? Time told a tale that the past could never be changed and that the present could never mimic the past but only hoped the future would bring a brighter star for those who came after. The empty socket eyes of the once Dancing Welsh Highlander of DoS, Elijah Basia-Uhr/Llewys, known simply as the Warlord
Ecore stared out over the horizon of the lower planes and wondered at his fate. Wondered at his destiny. Could the existence of his soul...the will of his spirit truly have come to its end?