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Undead_Warrior
Known Hero
I hear voices in my head.
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posted December 26, 2007 02:04 AM |
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Imagine that you are a creature or a hero of the faction you like and write a story
Imagine that you are a hero of your favorite faction(not necesary one from the game) or a creature and tell us a story from your life(unlife). It could be a battle, some impressions, a description of a normaly day at the barracs, anything you like.
It was the year 986YSD. 164 years after the War of the Broken Staff. 164 years of hiding, of trying to appear weak to our enemies, the mages from the silver cities. But today this thing ends, today the livings will find out that Necromancers are stronger than ever and redy to destroy their enemies, to vanquish them and to rise them all as our servants, zombies, skeletons and ghosts.
I was marching in the middle of my army, surrounded by arhiliches and lich masters, slowly moving trough the barren desert that surround the first city of Academy. The Liches were continuous launching powerfull spells and from the barren sands the skeletons were rising and joining our army. They are those who died in many battles and they rise now to to fight ones again. But now they will fight together on our side. Vast armies of skeletons, zombie, and ghosts surround us, the dragons fly above our heads and in the heart of the army, the elite of the undead warriors, vampires, liches, Wraiths and me, the leader.
It was night when we arrived at the castle. The guards fell under our archers arrows before they even understood what was happening. Half of their army was slaughtered in her sleep and by magic their souls were transformed into ghosts and their bodies into zombies. Without mentioning the graveyards that were emptied in the same time. The remaining resistance made of panicked civilians and desoriented warriors was easily destroyed by our forces. The vampires jumped into combat in the places where the fight was ferocious without fearing enemy retaliation, the wraiths and dragons were ripping apart the most powerful enemy units with a evil pleasure. I and the casters joined our forces and released togheter a terrifing Howl of terror combined with the Curse of netherworld that shattered the resistance into pieces. At the end of our surprise atack we remained there a few days to carefuly raise all the deads and transforming our army into a monstrous force. Since I exist I do not belive that an army like this ever walked the Earth before.
So, livings, whatever you do, wherever you are, even if you want it or not you will fight on our side.
That would be all. I hope you liked it and you will excuse my english.
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Daystar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Back from the Dead
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posted December 26, 2007 03:43 AM |
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He was a mighty Hero, I was a Druidess. He led an army, if I was lucky I could lead Prayers next solstice. So many things seperated us. Class. Rank. Power. And, oh yes.
An Army of Demons.
I held my staff with reverence,
and I prayed for deliverence,
from the demons that were coming for me.
I was gathering power into my staff. I could feel my brothers and sisters around me, magic flowing through the air, in the river, across the sky and in the rock. It gathered in my staff and vibrated, the jewel at the center shining with the power wrapped inside it.
My hero sent me here,
and I must battle my fear,
And fight for the Kersyl Trees,
By the power that my magic frees,
We were in the front lines, ordered to bring down the enemies at any cost. That any cost would probobally be our own lives.
and here it goes
I watched as the armies charged. Hell Hounds, Imps, Balors, with their wings forged from midnight, Succubi, the incarnation of sinful lust, and a thousand other beings burning with the fires of Chaos. And the smell...there is no parallel on the earth. It was the smell of pain and hatred, oozing from their sheer malevolence.
I'm just an Elf
and I'm facing a Nightmare,
I'm just an Elf
I know that its not fair,
Nobody cares, 'cause I'm alone in this war that's raging all around me,
We barely flung a few bits of raw magic before they were upon us. I found myself fighting a Steed of the Demons, like some terrible, twisted Nightmare of a Unicorn. Fire flared from its nose and eyes, and where its hooves fell the beautiful grass withered and died.
I think my Tutor is dead,
there's her body without a head
and a Pit lord wearing a wicked grin.
I managed to escape, there was no way I could survive in combat with that monstrosity. I fell over a body. I had not seen it, with my eyes full of smoke and my nose full of malice. I gasped in horror as I recognized the tunic and charms, and the scar she would brag to the class about that she got from single combat with a Vampire.
I think that this time, I've run out of time,
Everyone's got somewhere to go, and they're gonna leave me here on my own,
All at once it was too much. My tutor, my home, my hero, my world. It was all coming down in flames.
and here it goes
I'm just an Elf
and I'm facing a Nightmare,
I'm just an Elf
I know that its not fair,
Nobody cares, 'cause I'm alone in this war that's raging all around me,
Then out of the smoke I saw two firey eyes. The Beast I had been fighting was coming back for me, walking towards me with the calculated, easy stride of a hunter who knows its prey cannot escape.
Gods what is wrong with me,
How could I save anybody?
When my power isn't enough to save me?
I was a fool to think I could make a difference. A fool to cloud my mind with thoughts of my hero. A fool to think I could make a difference.
Now my doom is coming, riding on cloven feet,
I prepare to fade into forever,
The red, shiny skin and horns that stuck out in the oddest places was here for me once again. It was hell incarnate. All I could do was pray to Sylanna. I prayed that my Hero would live. I prayed that my parents would not greive too long. I prayed that she would forgive me for failing my people.
I'm just an Elf
I'm just an Elf
I'm just an Elf
I'm just an Elf
I'm just an Elf
As the monster raised its hooves I realized something. I had no reason to sit here like a rabbit, waiting for the wolf to strike. I had power, I had strength. I would not survive, but by the Goddess, I would give the Nightmare something to dream of in terror. I raised my staff and blasted all the power I could at it. And it slowed down just enough.
I'm just an Elf
and I'm facing a Nightmare,
I'm just an Elf
I know that its not fair,
But somebody cares, I feel their arms around me
With a jolt I felt my robe being pulled by unknown hands. The Nightmare and I shared a moment of confusion before I was pulled onto the back of another steed, this one shining with moonlight. The Elf I loved has his arms wrapped around me, and as we rode onwards, I felt my lungs clear as sunlight peirced my torrment, and a new Dawn broke on my soul.
I made it through the fight,
Now things are alright,
'Cause my hero is here tonight.
Very interesting style. I encourage you to explore more of this kind of writing in an RP or perhaps some solo work.
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Undead_Warrior
Known Hero
I hear voices in my head.
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posted December 26, 2007 10:20 AM |
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I loved your story Daystar, the way you describe your emotion during the combat, fear, anger, is very intense and realistic. I thought my story was awsome, but yours is better.
I might even start to like you Sylanna childrens.
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sith_of_ziost
Promising
Supreme Hero
Scouting the Multiverse
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posted December 28, 2007 06:20 AM |
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Tomorrow I will post a story. [rhetoric]Guess what race.[/rhetoric]
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted December 28, 2007 10:50 AM |
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((Ok since I was told it could be a town of my own making...going with a werewolf town I once made))
The leaves fell by the wind of her passing. Before they hit the ground she was already long gone. A wolf pelt she had 'liberated' from some ranger who had dared hunt a white wolf adorned her back. Something was animalistic about her, a dark rage boiling below the surface. As she approached her destination she could hear the screams of terror and the mumbling of the casters vainly trying to cast a spell.
She passed the front lines of battle, she knew her task. Her brothers and sisters had everything well in hand. No mere undead legion had a chance against the elite of the Keritha. With their slow reaction time the fight would be over before it began. No her job was to scout ahead for the real challenge. A shadowy creature who has been manipulating everything to their own end. She is to find it, and end it's exsistance.
The enemy didn't even see her as she passed right through their ranks. She could reach out and touch them she was so close, and she might as well have been leagues away for all the attention they paid her. Even the vampires, much quicker and more intellingent then most of the undead would only see a blur. If they happened to look right where she was at the exact right instance.
She caught the scent of ... something. Not undead, but not natural either. Ahead a shadowy figure lurks watching the slaughter unfazed. It didn't care who won or lost this fight, it was weaking all the towns. As fast as she was the creature noticed her, and attacked with a shadowy claw. It hit her, and knocked her a few yards back on the ground.
The creature closed, sure of it's victory. Just as it leaned over her to finish her off, she changed. Where a woman who had looked human once was, a half-woman half-wolf lay. She turned with a feral grin on her face. The power coursed through her veins. Red glowing eyes gave the creature pause. No more then the sharp claws and teeth, however. Strength, speed, all of her senses were sharpened. Leaping effortlessly to her feet she bound at the creature.
Sinking her teeth into it's neck, she could taste it's foulness. Whatever power or energy that kept this thing 'alive', if alive was the right word, slowly exited its form. With a primal howl she relished the kill. Bloodlust almost claimed her, but she faught it back. Now was not the time to loose herself. There were more of these things loose. It is doubtful next time they will underestimate her kind. There was much blood to be spilled, and very little time to spill it in.
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emilsn
Legendary Hero
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posted December 28, 2007 10:51 AM |
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Daystar: How you used that poem like style and an ordinary story telling was great. and the story got better and better, the language was also great, so many feelings through out it all. 
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Don't walk behind me; I may not
lead. Don't walk in front of me;
I may not follow. Just walk
beside me and be my friend.
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Daystar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Back from the Dead
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posted December 28, 2007 07:44 PM |
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@Mytical: That was awesome! It reminded me of the style my favorite book series, which I won't get any more of for at least 5 years since the author is taking a break and I finished the books already. You rock.
@Emilsn: The poem is a modification of "I'm Just a Kid" (Linky)
Here's another installment:
I live a life of Shadow,
Fearing the sun on my face,
Vampirism. A gift and a curse. Mostly the latter. I've been asigned to the personal guard of General Valarious, a mighty, if young, Lord of the Dead.
It doesn't seem so sad though,
It seems that its my place,
I resign myself to the duty. It's my job, I suppose, and it could be worse. I'm able to comand a small group of skeletons. But training the Undead Archers is difficult to say the least.
Yet I'm bathed in light,
Something just isn't right
The only joy for me now is General Valarious himself. I see him, every once in a while, through the windows of his palace, or occasionally checking troops on the upper walls of the Rampart.
I'm under your spell,
But how could it be,
anyone would notice me?
I feel so drawn to him. Its odd. I never thought vampires could feel like this. I try to supress the feelings, as we are taught. I am a lowly Vampire, I doubt he even knows I exist.
Its magic I can tell,
How you set me free,
Brought me back so easily
With persistance, and a search through a library of records, I realize we do have a bond. It was he who used magic to call me from death to serve in the great and glorious army of Heresh. My heart is in my throat. Before I have time to process this information, I hear a horn that signifies battle.
Mine is a world enchanted,
Spirits and Blood in the air,
As I rush through the Portcullis and onto the battlefield I see we are facing a scouting army. I hurl a bolt of blue fire into the sky to alert my troops to the fact that they are needed, and watch as Spirits and Specters squeeze themselves out of the walls and the earth, grinning those wicked grins as they lust for slaughter.
And I take for granted,
I'd be the only one there
My troops, the useless things, have not seen my signal. I sigh, and draw my sword. With a shriek I leap into the fray, glorying in sound and the smell. For a moment I gain respite, and clean my sword. The taste of the Gremlin's blood sends shivers down my spine.
You're there on your throne,
Greater than any I've known
After the battle I am admonishing the fools I have under my command. Midway through my diatribe a Lich comes to me. I recognize him. He is an old and withered thing by the name of Ziost. His orders are to report on the battle to General Valarious. My Heart leaps at the chance to see him in person, and I agree, feeling slightly light headed.
He sits there, on his throne, looking proud if harassed. Several Spectres are with him, contemplating a map. His hand makes motions like walking feet across a bridge to a point in the mountains. I am struck again by how young he is. his black hair falls over those clear blue eyes and I want nothing more than to caress his face, his hands...I hand him my write up of the battle and hury away. He barely spares a glance for me a I hand it to him. But as I turn to leave I fancy, for a second, that he looked at me again.
I'm under your spell,
Nothing I can do,
My soul is ever bound to you,
For two weeks I wait, training my troops harder than before. When the annoncement comes to move a contingent of troops to Sicklemoon, a city across the river, I chose to use a meditative state to march the skeletons by direct direction. I had little faith in their ability to follow orders on their own. Making a mental note to complain to whoever had animated them, I sleep.
You worked your charm so well
Finally I knew,
Everything I dreamed was true.
With my eyes closed and my head on the pillow I feel the sensation of floating. Realizaing this must be what it would be like to be a ghost, I direct myself into the skull of one of my Skeletons. I move his hand, and beckon the others to come. The group joins the long train of the Dead, marching towards Sicklemoon through the sands. After two days we arive, and with relief I hand my troops off to some other unlucky fool, a thin Mummy with no idea how much trouble he would have with the warriors.
The moon's light outside,
Chills the room inside
I move from my trance and hear sounds of music. A loud Organ and thirteen violins make merry for those with emotions. It is a dance for the officers. I stand against a wall, just inside the glow of the witchlight, its pale green aura throwing tall shadows against the walls. And then I feel a touch on my arm. It slides down to take my hand, pulling it into the center of the Ballroom.
I'm under your spell,
Surging like the sea,
Lost to you so helplessly,
With a jolt I realize General Valarious himself is dancing with me. I relax, feeling happier than I thought a Vampire could feel. His beautiful blue eyes look like sea water in the verdant witchlight.
I hear the music swell,
Yours eternally,
Blessings of Necromancy,
He pulls me close for a slow waltz. I take in the heady scent of him, and thank Mother Asha as she looks down at us through one of the tall, arched windows. She is round and beautiful, a glistening platter of light soft as a kitten's fur. The stars twinkle like tiny souls seen from far, far away.
You make me complete
You make me complete
You make me complete
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GenieLord
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Legendary Hero
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posted December 29, 2007 02:00 PM |
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ME
I was walking alone between the trees. Leaves were hovering around me and the wind was whistling loudly. I felt I'm being swallowed by the endless green forest, lonely and injured. I knew that I was being watched by the Treants. I could recognize them. None of them reach out a branch for help.
I wasn't walking very fast, although I knew I should be. Nobody in the village knew about the horrors I had seen. I knew that my brothers, my relatives, all of them would be surprised. I wasn't sure if anyone would even survive, but what could I do?
I only thought about what happened two hours ago. I was actually walking in the forest, not far from here, but right now it seems like a completely different place. Then, I wasn't alone. I was with Tia, my friend, who was a pixie. We both were happy, talking laughing and even signing. I managed to kill a large bear, which is a nice achievement for a young hunter. We were thinking about the expressions of the elves in the village when we get back with that bear we were carrying.
Tia was amazing. She was kind, honest and beatiful. She wasn't as thin as the other pixies, and she didn't have the pixies' hair, but her wide heart made everyone around her to see her as the most beatiful pixie in the world.
After some walking towards the village, Tia and I got to an unfamiliar forest clearing. We both agreed it is starge, since we have passed on that place so many times, and that clearing was never there. I suggested to take a brake from the walking, that was quite tiring, since we were carrying the dead bear. We sat on a rock, and talked. After a several minutes, we understood that something is not okay here.
The clearing we were sitting in didn't seem to be natural; fallen trees were around it, and it seems like they were uprooted, the plants in the clearing were all dead, there was a bit ash on the ground and
"Blood!" said Tia horrified, pointing towards some dark red stains on the ground. "Something terrible happened here" I said, shocked. "Maybe a battle, or an execution?" suggested Tia.
I noticed some bloody traces on the ground, leading to somewhere in the forest. "Let's follow them" I said. "I'm not sure it would be smart..." said Tia. I pressured her until she agreed.
We were following the traces, forgeting the large bear, that stayed in the clearing. They lead us to places in the forest we didn't know. Places without Treants, places where you cannot hear the sound of the singing birds, places where the familiar forest feels so... Dark. Tia wanted to go back, and said that if we continue we won't be able to find the way back to the village, but I incouraged her to keep going.
Then, the traces led us to a different direction. It seemed like the direction of our village. I started walking faster and faster, and Tia was hovering very quickly.
Suddenly we heard voices. Before we could react, armies of undead troops surrounded us. We tried to escape, but in a moment Tia fell down, dead. I managed to escape, but I was injured...
They were going towards the village.
I wasn't walking very fast, although I knew I should be. Nobody in the village knew about the horrors I had seen. I knew that my brothers, my relatives, all of them would be surprised. I wasn't sure if anyone would even survive, but what could I do?
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Adrius
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Undefeatable Hero
Stand and fight!
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posted December 30, 2007 02:01 PM |
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Wow, you're all good at this. I especially liked your Vampire story Daystar, the feelings you describe in your text reminds me of Anne Rice's vampire stories. I havent got any story of my own yet, perhaps when i have more time
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Daystar
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Legendary Hero
Back from the Dead
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posted December 30, 2007 05:45 PM |
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What are the Anne Rice books about, I've heard but never read.
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Adrius
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Undefeatable Hero
Stand and fight!
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posted December 31, 2007 01:30 PM |
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The first book I read and what I believe is the first book in the series is "interview with the vampire". The story begins with two men sitting in a hotel room, one is a vampire named Louis and the other is a man sent to interview him. Louis tells his story, all the way back to his birth, the day the vampire Lestat turned him into a vampire and all the adventures they had together. There are other books in the series as well, like "Queen of the Damned".
As far as I know, there have been two movies based on the books: "Interview with the vampire" and Queen of the Damned", the movies are quite good actually, although the books are better as always
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Daystar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Back from the Dead
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posted January 01, 2008 07:34 AM |
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Oh yeah, one of my classmates did a book report over Queen of the Damned. It sounded good.
And (imho) there has only been one movie made yet that has been better than the book, and that's the most recent "Chronicles of Narnia: Lion, Witch and Wardrobe" movie. I can't wait to see if the next one tops it.
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted January 01, 2008 04:44 PM |
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Goblin agitator
Why should we listen to that git on the bison. how come he is the boss of everyone and we have to do as he says. if i had my way, i would be a much stronger leader than him. shouting about how we shouldn't give in, as if we weren't brave enough! if i was leader, i would do something about the common goblin. stop the shamans sacrificing us for one thing. and those orcs need to stop giving us to the cyclops for food and to throw. one of my twenty brothers was thrown by a cyclops last week, got smashed into a wall and died instantly. of course, i laughed then, when it was a funny sight, but now it could be me next! i say stop this pointless waste of goblin life. if anyone should be thrown, it should be the orcs, as they are bigger and do more damage to the walls.
OH FATHER SKY, HERE COMES THE CHIEFTAIN!!!
it wasn't me sir, it was that guy over there, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, your greatness! come one lads, bring out the traitor. how dare you try and speak ill of our orc masters, you coward. it wasn't me, boss, you can kill him if you want, he isn't one of us loyal goblins!
thank Mother earth, he has taken my fool of a ninth brother to the shamans. And thats another thing, why do they think they have the right to just kill off our kind whenever we step out of line. its disgraceful.....
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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Adrius
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Undefeatable Hero
Stand and fight!
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posted January 05, 2008 12:59 PM |
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Part 1
”Father!” the boy screamed as his father was cut down by the Dark elf sent to assassinate him. The Dark elf wiped the blood of his face and sheathed his curved sword, then turned and faced the boy whose father he’d just killed.
“You’ve seen nothing, understand me boy?” The boy didn’t react; his eyes were still fixed to the body of his father. Strangely he didn’t feel such feelings as grief or despair, rather hatred. The boy plunged himself toward the assassin who quickly turned around, kicking the boy to the ground.
“Fool! I have no time for this.” The Dark elf said. “You’re lucky I don’t kill children, otherwise you would be dead already.”
“You killed my father; I swear I’ll kill you.” The Dark elf began to laugh, but stopped suddenly when he looked into the boy’s eyes, glowing with anger.
“What’s your name boy?” He said, but the boy remained silent. The Dark elf glanced at the boy’s arm, where part of his elven life had already been tattooed.
“So Fandrils’ your name, I’ll remember it.” The Dark elf said and disappeared into the shadows. The boy never forgot his face, and swore revenge.
20 years later, Fandril walked toward their king’s hut. It wasn’t all too fancy, as the king didn’t believe himself to be worth more than you’re average elf. His several bodyguards however, reminded the people of his authority. The two guards at the door quickly moved aside, Fandril was easily recognised by his many tattoos. They spoke of great battle and honour, but also of pain and loss.
“My king.” Fandril said and bowed to the floor before him. The king made a small gesture with his hand, telling him to stand up. They exchanged the usual gestures of respect and then seated themselves at a small table in the corner of the hut.
“So tell me Fandril, did your mission turn out successful?
“Yes my king, all were eliminated. Not one Dark elf scum remains in the area.”
“Did the dwarves cooperate?”
“Hardly, they were as always, very protective of their tunnels. They’ve seen so many Dark elves that they seem to have problems seeing differences between our people nowadays.”
The king and Fandril laughed for a moment.
“And, did you find your… personal target?” The king asked cautiously.
“No, he’s a slippery one, but I’ll find him someday. Someday I’ll have my revenge.
“Your father was an honourable man; he wouldn’t want to see you this way.”
“In what way? My king, I’m strong and famous, leader of an elite elven unit. My father would have been proud of me.” Fandril said.
“I’m not questioning your honour; I’m questioning your motives. These thoughts of vengeance should have been buried years ago. This hunt can only lead to pain, and who knows if your father’s murderer is still alive, it was 20 years ago! He might be dead and buried and you’re still hunting him!”
“I know he isn’t!!” Fandril shouted and slammed the table. The guards outside quickly responded and was inside the hut in seconds.
“Calm yourself Fandril! The king said and ordered the guards outside again. Fandril’s face blushed as he realised what he had done. He quickly fell to the floor again and bowed before his king.
“I… I’m sorry my king…!”
“You see Fandril? This is what I’m talking about! Your anger has nearly consumed you, it is all you know and all you seem to care about. Tell me, when you’ve killed that man, what will you do next? Will you finally settle down, start a family and enjoy your life? Or will you continue this useless quest of yours only choosing another target for your hatred, like me?”
“I’m sorry my king, I don’t know.” Fandril said with his face still against the floor. “All I know is that as long as that man still breaths, as long as that man still corrupts the ground of Ashan my father’s soul will never be calmed!”
“And how do you know this? You’re no druid, you have no connections to the spiritual world.” The king replied, feeling slightly worried of Fandril’s condition. Was Fandril going mad?
“He talks to me in my dreams; he speaks of revenge, of our family’s honour. He says that as long as that man lives he’s in eternal suffering…”
“If this is true, if your father truly suffers in the way you describe, we will help you. For now though, I have no need of you. You may leave.” Fandril slowly walked backwards to the hut’s door, careful not to anger his king again. How could he have been so stupid?! This could mean the end of his career, the end of everything! Fandril angrily walked down the branches of the Sylvan tree, ignoring the beauty of the festival of manhood which had begun, the ritual which all Sylvan boys must pass. The ritual included making your own bow using a piece of the Sylvan tree which they all lived. This was the only time when using the ancient tree was allowed, all men kept their bow through the rest of their life, and losing the bow meant great disgrace. The other part of the ritual included killing an animal with the bow. The Sylvan kingdom was very careful with this tradition, as killing such a vast amount of animals could easily wipe out their whole existence. Because of this, the hunting itself was only a lesser part, which doesn’t had to be fulfilled at the time of the festival. Someday, thought Fandril, he might have his own child participating in the ritual. Fandril continued down along the branch until he reached the ground where his unicorn, Ithril, waited at him. Fandril made a low whistle, calling her to his side.
“I’m sorry Ithril, it looks like we’ll be stuck here for quite some time.” He said to the unicorn. “I’ll call you when I need your help again, farewell.” The unicorn nodded as if it understood Fandril perfectly and then took of into the woods. Fandril, lacking assignments, figured he might as well go hunt some dinner.
That's was the first part of my story, hope you liked it
Very nicely written. QP applied.
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Azagal
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Smooth Snake
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posted January 05, 2008 06:08 PM |
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Heehe Bixie you story was awesome Dude I can picture it soooo perfectly .
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"All I can see is what's in front of me. And all I can do is keep moving forward" - The Heir Wielder of Names, Seeker of Thrones, King of Swords, Breaker of Infinities, Wheel Smashing Lord
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Daystar
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Legendary Hero
Back from the Dead
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posted January 06, 2008 05:35 AM |
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@Adrius: Very nice story! Grammer/Paragraph structure could use work, but the writing is good! I like the character you created.
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Mytical
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Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted January 06, 2008 06:51 AM |
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All the stories are great, but I laughed till I cried with Bixie's story. That was awesome.
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Adrius
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Stand and fight!
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posted January 06, 2008 12:10 PM |
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I knew there was something wrong with my grammars... Can't find any real problems though.
Part 2
Some hours later, Fandril had successfully tracked a pack of deer that had stopped to drink at a small stream. He raised his bow and drew an arrow from his quiver.
“Sylanna, I thank you for this prey.” He whispered to himself. Moments later the deer fell into the water, shot directly in the heart. The problem was, Fandril had not fired yet. The rest of the pack fled in fear leaving their dead comrade behind. Fandril remained in the bushes, choosing to investigate. A man jumped down from a tree not far from Fandril, he had a black hood and two curved blades attached to his back. In his hand he held a small crossbow. After him came another person wearing similar clothes and weapons. Typical Dark elf appearance Fandril thought to himself, he wondered why they were here. The two men walked toward the stream and lifted their prey out of the water. One of them drew a blade and opened the animal. Fandril knew he couldn’t attack them, he would have to report to the king’s council first and wait for their response, but once he’d done that the Dark elves would surely be gone. No, attack was the only option, to protect the woods of Sylanna was law. He released the string and the arrow flew towards its target, surprisingly, the Dark elf parried the arrow with his blade. These weren’t your average Dark elf warriors, these were elite. Before Fandril had drawn another arrow the Dark elves fired their crossbows. He quickly dodged them and took cover behind one of the trees. He could hear two additional shots being fired and piercing deep into the tree, only inches away from his head. Dark elf crossbows were very powerful and could carry several bolts, a most deadly weapon in the right hands. And these bolts were most likely poisoned too, a hit would surely mean certain death, he had to be careful. He drew another arrow and began speaking enchanting rituals, magically imbuing the arrow. The two Dark elves were moving, approaching him slowly. Suddenly he jumped out from behind the tree, dodging their bolts by inches. Fandril released his arrow which exploded near them, sending them to the ground. Fandril rushed towards them, drew his blade and stabbed one of the Dark elves in the chest, he died immediately. The other one was quickly back on his feet, drawing his blades. The looks of the blades made painful memories come back to Fandril, he felt the fury building up inside him. He dodged Fandril’s first blow but was knocked back by the second one. The Dark elf showed no hesitation and rushed toward Fandril who parried his strike and smashed the Dark elf’s left sword out of his hand. Without both of his swords the Dark elf chose a new battle stance, one more similar to Fandril’s. This time Fandril attacked, unleashing a blow toward the Dark elf’s head. He dodged it and made a quick spin, preparing a final strike toward Fandril’s back. Fandril jumped right into the air, doing a backflip and landing behind him. It took a few moments for the Dark elf to realise where Fandril had went, but when he did Fandril had already released his arrow. It went straight into his chest, piercing his heart and killing him instantly.
“This story might be a good tattoo.” Fandril thought to himself. He gathered the remains of the Dark elves and dug a pit for them. While burying the bodies of the Dark elves he discovered a note which had been placed in the first Dark elf’s jacket. It marked the meeting place of several Dark elf cultists, along with a letter of introduction. If he was not mistaken, this clan was the same as those who murdered his father, the Bloodthorn clan. It was a small but dedicated clan, working secretly for their own good, not caring much about other Dark elves. The Circle of Druids would surely want this information. On the other hand, Fandril had already disobeyed their rules by engaging the two Dark elves earlier. The laws made by the Circle of Druids were restraining him, they didn’t believe fully in his abilities, but this time he’ll show them, he’ll show them what he can do.
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Daystar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Back from the Dead
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posted January 07, 2008 02:04 AM |
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Mmmm, I'm enjoying this story!
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Adrius
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Stand and fight!
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posted January 07, 2008 02:23 PM |
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Thanks to you all!
Part 3
According to the note, the meeting place was located in the outer reaches of the Sylvan realm, out of reach for the Sylvan guard who were fully occupied with the festival. It was a long way and Fandril was very lucky to have his unicorn Ithril with him. She was fast, even among the unicorns. She had been “given”, or rather entrusted to him several years ago. Unicorns weren’t owned by anyone, except maybe by the gods. Ithril stayed with him of her own personal will, not because she was told to do so. About halfway to the meeting, the road ceased to exist and was replaced by thick woods. Fandril had to ask the elder trees, the Treants, for guidance several times during his journey since it was very easy to get lost in the woods. After about three days journey, Fandril was very close to the meeting place. Not wanting to risk Ithril’s life, he told her to wait. It was still a long way to go but they might have placed scouts in his path. This was a perfect time for a meeting, since almost everyone was at the festival. The only thing that bothered him was the question of why they had chosen this as a meeting place. It would have been much safer having it in Ygg-Chall or some other places. Whatever they’re reasons was he would surely find out. He opened his backpack and grabbed some Dark elf clothing he had taken from the body of his previous encounter. They fitted perfectly. He couldn’t use a crossbow, but he knew that some Dark elves used bows, his blade however, was a different matter. He had to leave it behind since it carried to much Sylvan looks, he felt insecure with the lightweight Dark elf blade but figured that it was better than nothing.
“I guess this is it.” He said and started walking through the woods. The smell of blood was still noticeable but he was unsure of whether it was his stabbing or the countless victims’ blood he smelled. He noticed that the woods seem to get darker as he ventured, and the trees had for some reason stopped talking to him. The smell was horrible, and brought back memories of his missions to Heresh, the Necromancers land. Although Necromancers were terrible, he hated Dark elves even more. A sudden noise brought Fandril back from his thoughts.
“Who’s there?” Fandril asked. The sound increased and a Dark elf emerged from the woods, sitting atop one of the foul Saurian mounts that the Dark elves used.
“Sorry, I thought you were an intruder.” The Dark elf apologized. “Most of our followers use the safer road over there.” He pointed towards a small opening among the trees which seem to lead down a different path. Fandril nodded as a small thankful gesture and walked toward the opening. The creature sniffed at him and made a loud scream as if it knew who he was.
“Shut up!” The Dark elf shouted and slammed his lance into the side of the creature. “Sorry for that, he’s been acting weird recently.” Fandril silently thanked Sylanna and continued down the path. After a while the path continued down a tunnel. There were only small torches, probably adjusted to the great dark vision of the Dark elves. He had some problems navigating and tripped over more than a few times. Some Dark elves joined him as he walked down the tunnel, they were all silent. At the end of the tunnel a great cave appeared. Strange crystals acting as lanterns were scattered across the walls, and in the middle: a ziggurat with a great altar. There were hundreds of cultists here, all silent…as if waiting for something. They all stood in different circles around the altar. The more important people, the women and the more powerful men, all stood at the circle closest to the ziggurat. The circles seemed to represent some sort of rankings, as Fandril didn’t know what rank he had; he thought it might be best to stand at the outer ring. The silence continued.
After about ten minutes Fandril had a strong urge to just begin slaughtering people, his thoughts of revenge were nearly controlling his mind. What the Sylvan king had said earlier however, echoed through his mind. Your anger has nearly consumed you, it is all you know and all you seem to care about. His hands were trembling, eager to draw the blade, stabbing someone, anyone. Then something happened. Lightning shot out from the altar, bursting inside the cave. After the lightning came a great light, blinding Fandril’s sensitive elven eyes.
Once his sight had returned, he saw something horrible, as if out of a nightmare. A great beast stood at the altar, its horns as long as Fandril’s arms, its skin red as blood. These weren’t Malassa’s worshippers, these were demon cultists. The beast opened its mouth, speaking with a deep and horrible voice.
“My children, at long last we stand united. As one, and by my masters wish this world shall burn! Every man, woman and child who stands in his way will feel his terrible wrath!”
The crowd screamed in joy, although it sounded like screams of agony.
“But first, my sacrifices…?” The demon said, hungrily licking his upper lip.
“Of course master, we have many sacrifices on this most sacred day.” A Dark elf priestess said and pointed toward a Minotaur. The Minotaur responded and dragged the chains attached to his arms. In the chains were two dwarves and an elven woman. They screamed and tried to resist but their strength was nothing compared to the Minotaur’s. One of the dwarves was forced unto the altar, screaming in the presence of the demon. The demon let out a frightening roar and then lowered his fangs into the dwarf’s neck, biting of parts of his spine.
“Oh, dead already? Such a pity, how lucky I am to have two more.”
Fandril couldn’t control himself anymore; nobody should be treated like this. His anger suddenly had a purpose, killing that thing, kill it! He aimed against the demon, released his arrow and a smile spread across his lips as the arrow went deep into the demons left eye. The demon screamed, tossing the remains of the dwarf in the air.
“My eye, my beautiful eye! Somebody must pay…” The demon didn’t have time to say anything more as the arrows kept filling his horrible face. Fandril walked towards the altar while firing arrow after arrow towards the evil monster. The dark elves all seemed drugged, suddenly awaken from their state of deep ecstasy; they didn’t do anything to stop him. The Minotaur rushed toward him, dragging the victims behind it. An imbued arrow finished the creature, freezing it in its place. The Demon screamed at his servants to help him, desperately holding his arms up to protect its face. Fandril’s arrows were running low but he still felt an incredible desire to kill the creature. He took his blade and ran towards the creature. The demon laughed, reopened its dark portal and disappeared into the void.
“Damn! Where did he go?!” Fandril said but suddenly remembered the prisoners. They were still trapped in the chains attached to the Minotaur. The blade didn’t do any damage to the chain; it was made from pure shadowsteel.
“Get us loose, quickly!” The elven woman screamed. “The Dark elves are awakening!”
“I know I know! The chain is too strong I…” Suddenly he got an idea. The freezed Minotaur’s arms were easily shattered from its body using the blade. Luckily enough, shadowsteel was a hard metal but didn’t weigh too much. The prisoners could easily run with the chains in their arms.
They ran through the cave, only guided by the daylight that shined at the exit. Once they reached the exit they continued through the woods, running as fast as their legs could.
“Where do you think you’re going boy?” the voice echoed through his ears. It was him. He stopped immediately, looking for the source of the voice. The elven woman stopped, looking at Fandril.
“What are you doing? We can’t stop now!
“Continue on without me, there’s something I need to do.”
“But…”
“Don’t complain, run!” The dwarf said and dragged the woman with him.
“Now it’s just you and me.” Fandril said and unsheathed his blade.
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