And a body covered with scars.
She soon came around, though she made no sounds -
She just stared silently at the stars.
"What have I done? What have I become?
I threw away all that I had!
I have to move on - Tractus is gone,
I have to move on - Tractus is gone,
Consigned to the realm of the bad."
Alas, this was true! The Tractus you knew
Had become such a terrible felon:
Full of loathing and pain, she succumbed to disdain
And became somewhat of a villain.
The heroes at school had never seemed cool,
And most of them seemed rather dense.
Though her intellect flourished it was still undernourished
And her school life was usually tense.
She drifted away more and more with each day
And left all of her classmates behind.
She went to help others but those she called brothers
Were rather frequently of unsound mind.
The criminal scum soon became her best chum,
Filling her head with strange notions.
She saw men with bad mullets fill cowards with bullets,
And others make curious potions.
She was inglorious and rather notorious
For the calamitous chaos she spread.
The name Tractus was feared and sometimes revered
For its power to invoke so much dread.
Once heroes found out there was trouble about,
They devised a crime-stopping plan,
But Tractus, she knew, and as her fears grew,
A new phase of her breakout began.
She hid away for a while and tried to reconcile
Who she had been and who she'd become.
Deep down, all along, she knew she'd gone wrong
Though her outward visage appeared numb.
The last time she was seen was at a grave scene
Where ash piles littered the ground:
It was beyond belief, but the officers sighed with relief;
Tractus's belongings were found.
She did die that day in a strange sort of way;
Her soul dead, her flesh still alive.
"I can start anew if I really want to.
I can be good if I strive.
"I'll go to work, get a job, keep out of the mob,
Change myself - Fulmineus is my name!"
So she walked back to Sanston as this new person
To play a surprisingly similar game.
Beautiful work there :) it really puts Fulminous in a new light for me and its a shame that you couldn't be there for more sessions.
ReplyDeleteYeah. I didn't role-play her particularly well though. The last two lines of this poem are a friendly nod to that.
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