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Hello there reader, what you're about to read is the origins of my character, AJackal, before he became a knight.
So enough talking and more reading:
Rise of a Knight
Chapter One:
Screams fill the air with the clash of steel against steel in the background. Fire and smoke clog the once clean, healthy air. This is the destruction Arfuea, a small fishing village on the outskirts of the mighty empire. This is the result of a bandit attack by rogue warriors. It is night but the fires burn like the sun of the dusk, and like the sun the village will be pillaged, razed, and then burned to the ground. Nearly all inhabitants of this village shall die, most begging for mercy, but some will die standing on their feet fighting a loss cause, far fewer will escape. One of those who escaped was Isaac; also know as “Jackal” by the villagers for his unorthodox ways of doing things.
At the beginning of the battle, he stepped out of his hut with hunting broadsword in one hand and an iron knife in the other. Jackal was the first who charged in. The first man he fought was a recruit. The man slashed at him with an iron axe, but Jackal easily side stepped out of the range of the slow axe man. He then shoulder rammed, with his sword arm, into the recruit stunning him then he plunge his knife through his enemy’s leather chest plate, straight into his heart. A second enemy came running at him full speed with his spear in a stabbing like stance. Jackal, easily seeing this, shoved the still breathing recruit into the spearman, which he dodged with the utter most unbalance way. Now Jackal was an ex-empire soldier in training; he got kicked out for being drunk during duty seven times in a row, so he grabbed the now dead recruit’s iron axe and with a perfect technique, throws it, and hits the spearmen right between the eyes and the spearman falls back, dead. As Isaac watches the body fall a swordsman charges with his blade in the air ready to behead Jackal. Isaac suddenly sees the swordsman and readies himself in his over-hand poster. As the unskilled swordsman slashes down-ward with the full force of his strength behind it, which would break any mortal man’s block, but Jackal instead parried the strike to his left and returned the attack with a slitting of the swordsman’s throat. As soon as the body fell to the ground, he looked around and saw the men being beaten back quickly.
Isaac, knowing that they couldn’t hold this area commanded the men to the riverside, and orders the women, elderly, and children to run across the river. Some followed the order some didn’t; those who didn’t more than likely died. At the river side the men formed ranks, with men armed with close up weapons in front, those with spears in the middle, and those with ranged weapons in the back. Isaac, who was a superb tactician, leader, and swordsman of his class, was in the front with the men. When the enemy approached, Isaac took down two spearmen, five recruits, and one swordsman before seven arrows pierced his chest, and fell into the river, which should’ve been his death but wasn’t…. | | Sorry for the double post but I forgot to mention that any comments about, suggestions, and imporvementswell be appreciated. | Chapter 2 is here!
Chapter 2: The Old Friend
First Entry of Journal
May 19, 45 G.W.
I thought I was dead. The river rapidly pulled me down the stream. The seven arrows in my chest were not any help. I tried to stay conscience, but the darkness and cold slowly prevailed over my injured body. Everything was going blurry. I could barely see anything. Right then death was going to consume me but I didn’t give in. I looked around, squinting as hard as I can, and after several seconds of searching I notice a dead tree in the river. As I neared, I barely used the last reserve of my strength I pressed myself over into the branch. As I hit the tree, I gave into the darkness.
Next thing I remembered was voices talking in the background; all I could figure out was that they were wondering about how I was extremely lucky and that it was a miracle that I survived my wounds. The next thing I did was to try and get up, but the pain from the seven shots to the chest apparently was still there since I felt a sharp, rapid, piercing pain to my chest, which forced me to scream and force me back on my back.
The people who were talking about me hurried to my side and told me to slowly get up if I needed to. During that I was just now opening my eyes. I was in a log cabin with rudimentary beds laid in two rows on each side the cabin. I look to my left and right seeing men in the beds, obviously sick. I was in a medical room. Then I look at the two people who talking to me; one a was tall lanky blonde man while the one who just talked to me was a straight haired red head of average size; I instantly noticed she was from the upper north from her pale skin. She was grinning at me I suddenly noticed.
“Hello there warrior, looks like you’re alright,” she said to me still grinning.
“Well he has to be since he has been sleeping for seven days straight,” he said to her the then looked at me and told me about paying for the medical treatment. Suddenly a commanding feminine voice told blonde that I didn’t need to pay, that I had been through enough.
When I saw the woman standing at the doorway, I instantly knew it was Cassandra. She was an old friend of mine, we used to live in the same village but life took its course and we just went our separate ways. She had brown hair, light fiery which matched her short temper she had with everybody except me, and she was attractive in an elegant way, with near regal look to here. She was once mistaken for a princess once when knight came passing through our town. It was hilarious as the knight argued with her that she a princess when she was really not. She always liked living outdoors, no cramped up in a castle, which was reason she didn’t agree to leave with him. It was one of those really rare funny moments in my childhood since I was peasant, which equaled a very hard life.
“Hello there Isaac, long times no see,” she stated while she sat down by my side. She turned to the two people and nodded her head to move them over to an area far from us. They both turned and walked to the area without any questions.
“Guess they felt your wraith before,” I commented while putting on a grin.
“If you weren’t injured I would kick your butt,” she said to me after she turned back to me, she sounded playful. “So what have you have been up to?” she inquired as she pulled a potion.
“You’ve heard about the destruction of Arfuea,” I asked in a solemn, dark tone.
She instantly understood what I meant and she sat down on my bed and hugged me. She still knew how I was always under self-pressure.
“You did all you could, there were said about one hundred men attacking the village, and you lead them well saving about the fourth of the village, and taking about half the attacking force down with your men. Many commanders would be impressed,” she replied trying to cheer me up.
“I could’ve done more. I could’ve had a force go around the area and...” I started to be pessimistic but Ca | Here is the revealation of Isaac, The Jackal's survival.
Chapter 3: The Rare Breed
May 25, 45 G.W.
Now I know why I’m alive when I should be dead: I am dead. Well my body at least. They saved my memories and soul at least. I learned of this when I went to the local river to bath and looked into the water and saw something, I looked like a young wizard with my small nose, green jade eyes, and gray hair when the body was in its early twenties. I instantly ran back to the village in my clothes (I didn’t undressed yet thankfully) and went to Cassandra’s hut (she told where she lived one night when she visited me). I accidentally came in when she was practicing a fire spell, which exploded in her face. Thankfully it was me were talking about so I didn’t become her target practice. However, I helped her clean her face of the soot.
“I should’ve expected you to run to me when you found out that your body was destroyed, but it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other and I forgot you never ending need for guidance from me,” she said to me as she dried off her face.
When she turned to look at me, I just simply raised an eyebrow and she replied with “well except military matters” and I just nodded.
“Well if you need answers go to the person who did this, go to the old lady by the northern riverside, she is one who did this and one thing, be polite,” she answered me and she said the polite part she pointed her finger at me, for she knew my blunt, straight forwardness.
I just returned with a smile and left her house and started my way to the northern part of town’s riverside. As I walked down there I started wondering if I could still fight as good with a blade as with my old body and well I still be able to become part of the Black Hawk Guild, local swordsmen group who I admire for their amazing swordsmanship. As I neared the northern part of the river side town, I notice the only real person who lived here besides the old lady was nobody, which was strange from the bustling life of southern part of town.
The old lady’s house was a large cabin that could fit several people in, big enough for a family. The color was red oak wood and its chimney was brown from the sun dried mud bricks. As I stepped up to the red oak door an old yet musical voice yelled at me through the door.
“Come in young one, come in,” she said from I could’ve heard.
After being shocked from the sudden notice of me, I opened the door and stepped in the room. The room was covered with all sorts of magical items, apparatuses, boiling pots, ingredients, and dusty old scrolls, and books. In the middle of the was a old female elf, who looked really like a middle-aged women with her blues and with her ponytail blonde hair, sitting crossed legged style on a Eastern rug with her reading a titanic sized book which looked like it weighed as much as three great hammers. She gestured with hand to sit down while still reading her book. I did as I was told sitting in front of her waiting for her to talk to me, even though I wanted to talk to her right then and there but Cassandra always seems to make me follow her orders. I waited for what seemed like forever before she finally put the book down then started studying me. It was strange looking at the elf that closes to her. I was close to getting up and leaving when she finally said something to me.
“You like you’re new body, because it looks like your use to this body,’ she asked me as she stared as me but more in a friendly way.
I was stupefied by the question because I haven’t really thought of being used to this body. However, when asked me that question I realized I was really use to this body felt very fitting like a glove that just fits just right. It started fell more comfortable than my old body, it was like my soul and the body where intertwined with each other, unbreakable bond between the two pieces of man. I just simply nodded yes to her.
“Ah yes,” she says to | | very good story cant wait till chapter 4 | Thank and what the cra pthe story was cut off.
Posting the entire thing in new post. | Chapter 2: The Old Friend Part 1
First Entry of Journal
May 19, 45 G.W.
I thought I was dead. The river rapidly pulled me down the stream. The seven arrows in my chest were not any help. I tried to stay conscience, but the darkness and cold slowly prevailed over my injured body. Everything was going blurry. I could barely see anything. Right then death was going to consume me but I didn’t give in. I looked around, squinting as hard as I can, and after several seconds of searching I notice a dead tree in the river. As I neared, I barely used the last reserve of my strength I pressed myself over into the branch. As I hit the tree, I gave into the darkness.
Next thing I remembered was voices talking in the background; all I could figure out was that they were wondering about how I was extremely lucky and that it was a miracle that I survived my wounds. The next thing I did was to try and get up, but the pain from the seven shots to the chest apparently was still there since I felt a sharp, rapid, piercing pain to my chest, which forced me to scream and force me back on my back.
The people who were talking about me hurried to my side and told me to slowly get up if I needed to. During that I was just now opening my eyes. I was in a log cabin with rudimentary beds laid in two rows on each side the cabin. I look to my left and right seeing men in the beds, obviously sick. I was in a medical room. Then I look at the two people who talking to me; one a was tall lanky blonde man while the one who just talked to me was a straight haired red head of average size; I instantly noticed she was from the upper north from her pale skin. She was grinning at me I suddenly noticed.
“Hello there warrior, looks like you’re alright,” she said to me still grinning.
“Well he has to be since he has been sleeping for seven days straight,” he said to her the then looked at me and told me about paying for the medical treatment. Suddenly a commanding feminine voice told blonde that I didn’t need to pay, that I had been through enough.
When I saw the woman standing at the doorway, I instantly knew it was Cassandra. She was an old friend of mine, we used to live in the same village but life took its course and we just went our separate ways. She had brown hair, light fiery which matched her short temper she had with everybody except me, and she was attractive in an elegant way, with near regal look to here. She was once mistaken for a princess once when knight came passing through our town. It was hilarious as the knight argued with her that she a princess when she was really not. She always liked living outdoors, no cramped up in a castle, which was reason she didn’t agree to leave with him. It was one of those really rare funny moments in my childhood since I was peasant, which equaled a very hard life. | Chapter 2: The Old Friend Part 2
“Hello there Isaac, long times no see,” she stated while she sat down by my side. She turned to the two people and nodded her head to move them over to an area far from us. They both turned and walked to the area without any questions.
“Guess they felt your wraith before,” I commented while putting on a grin.
“If you weren’t injured I would kick your butt,” she said to me after she turned back to me, she sounded playful. “So what have you have been up to?” she inquired as she pulled a potion.
“You’ve heard about the destruction of Arfuea,” I asked in a solemn, dark tone.
She instantly understood what I meant and she sat down on my bed and hugged me. She still knew how I was always under self-pressure.
“You did all you could, there were said about one hundred men attacking the village, and you lead them well saving about the fourth of the village, and taking about half the attacking force down with your men. Many commanders would be impressed,” she replied trying to cheer me up.
“I could’ve done more. I could’ve had a force go around the area and...” I started to be pessimistic but Cassandra quickly slapped me upside the head.
“Look Isaac you did the best you could do of your ability and you I know that, please just stopping being hard on yourself, you know what happened last time,” she yelled at me, now crying and she quickly left me with a blank book and the potion, a health potion. | Chapter 3: The Rare Bree(last half of it
“Ah yes,” she says to either me or herself or both of us, I couldn’t tell by her expression. “Do you remember how to use a sword?” she asked me next.
I started to think how to use a sword, then slowly at first then more quickly; I remember under-hands, over-hands, backhands, flourishes, outnumbered combat, and so on of what I learned during my time at military school. I replied with a proud yes.
“Excellent,” she said this time rubbing her chin. She suddenly unfolded her legs and pushed herself up. I quickly did the same thing.
“Isaac the reason I gave you this body, it nobody knows this body since before you came is just contained the body of an orphaned boy who of starvation, sad really but not only that there has been talk binding a soul and memories to a different race that of the previous body, this was a body of a wizard as you know, and you were a opportunity that I couldn’t pass up. A great warrior’s memories, training, and soul into a body of a possibly prodigy of magic, best of two worlds all in one closely knitted being, impressive do you not think?” she said. I thought about it while standing there, a great sword and magic user, the kind usually myths are made of how they could charge into battle leading men into the fury of combat and coming back victorious. I suddenly realized the full potential of what I could do, I could become a Lord, not ordinary knight but a Lord, men and women who were held among the highest in the Empire, just behind the council and Emperor herself. The elderly elf must’ve notice this since the next thing she told me was physical and magic training started tomorrow but I needed to do one more thing before I left.
She went to the cabinet and opened the door. In it was one jade green elixir held in a mithril container. She pulled it out and poured some of it into a glass. She than said to me “This is the last thing you need to do before your soul and this new body becomes one in the same. Drink this and you’ll become the rare breed of those who are skilled in might and magic.” She held out the cup and I gently grabbed hold of it with both hands and placed it on my mouth and drank the potion which was the last thing I did before I became the Rare Breed. | | i know y it cut the story off its a limited amount of space i forgot how much | Yeah also all comments, critizing, and bickery of the story go here:
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And please give me suggestions on how to improve like my improper sentences. I said please! | Chapter 4: One Year
May 25 46 G.W.
It has been nearly a year since I last wrote in this journal. During that time many things have happened and I’ve in numerous ways, physically, mentally, and spiritually. Where do I start to review all of these changes? I think I should start with my training since that really been a fulcrum of my changes.
Over the past year my knowledge of magic and spells has grown by a thousand fold. At first I could barely pull a cup of water to me before getting a migraine, but quickly I could do that and many other things of neutral magic, ShereGam in the native tongue of my soul since I was a native the Fallen Pillars of Mordia, from the northeast. That also dictated my magic type by giving a racial strengthening of dark magic, easier to cast, and learn even better and stronger dark spells. In my unique situation my training focused more on using my magic and blade with each other sometimes using both my blade and magic in one attack.
Physically my swordsmanship has been never been better with the help of my elven teacher, Aria. I quickly learn stretching techniques, and add an arsenal of moves of elven origin, like the twirling eight which is where you twirl the blade in a way that the blade follows a sideways eight fashion and it is very useful for against arrows and thrusting attacks. Another move was a combination of magic and melee; in it I cast the ShereGam spell Uthr Stryke, which basically means Multi-strike. Then you attack as usual but after you attack the spell repeats the attack one to five more times depending on skill level of the spell. I got to four, which was impressive for a beginner of the magic arts in Aria’s opinion. Better than Cassandra, which really pissed her off and she for once attacked me which was new, and painful.
. | | She has been strangely very unfriendly to me and everyone else, it is as if she was our worst enemy wasn’t killing us because of a truce or something. I really need to talk to her about it, also talking about life this last year was very revealing of past life since my teacher and I had to mental tell each other’s past to master my telekinesis powers and my trust to her (which then and still now I still really don’t trust her, I’m like that so). Well anyways she learned everything about me, EVERYTHING! And I couldn’t lie about any of it, my discharge from training, past affairs (a lot of those), and my very uneasy topic of me and Cassandra which was just not right. To top it all off she commented that I did more stupid stuff then her and she was pushing five hundred and I had only lived for thirty years. By the gods, if I knew that would happen I wouldn’t have agree to this even though I would more than likely do it because of Cassandra, or just flat-out curiosity. Even with that I have now learned all I can from Aria and received my plate leather armor and a steel blade from the local blacksmith. It is time for me start my own journey |
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