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| Author | The shadow Rogue. |
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I am going to write a story.
I will use names of real people and I am still adding people into the story so drop me a private mail if you want to be in it. :)
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Please don't comment, I will open a discussion thread if this story turns out well. :)
The young elf thundered through the alley-way, his bare feet slapping against the paving. He rounded a corner into the town square and searched for a place to hide. He looked left and right and absorbed everything in the town square.
A young couple sat in the centre of the square holding hands gazing into a fountain.
An old merchant was standing next to his stall. Displaying amazing vases and pots on top of a very expensive table clothe.
A woman in a shawl stood in the corner of the square, studying the man.
The elf thought quickly. He couldn't hide in the fountain or behind the young couple and the woman wouldn't provide any cover when his pursuers finally caught up with him. That only left the merchant. The elf ran to the merchant's stall and was just about to crouch so he could crawl under the table when a spear strike to the back sent him flying over the table, shattering the vases and pots. The momentum of the spear sent the elf into the fountain where a dark spot in the water started to spread. The merchant tore off in the opposite direction clutching his remaining vases. The couple screamed and ran down an alleyway.
Then the elf's pursuers emerged from the alley-way.
At first they seemed to be giants, at least double maybe triple the size of a man. Then the twilight exposed them as Lizard Trackers, the backbone of the queen's control force. The queen and her control force were rigorous in the control of the citizens of her cave city; rak'ash. The Queen's sanity was often questioned but in whispers and those that voiced them loudly where quickly silenced.
The elves rode their lizards over to the elves body. The woman in shawls watched curiously.
The leader dismounted from his lizard, he was a brute who would probably come better off in a fight with a minotaur. The leader grabbed the offender by the back of his neck and pulled a dagger from his boot and bellowed to the street, "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO THOSE THAT OPPOSE THE QUEEN" people looked out their windows and as soon as they saw what was about to happen looked away.
The dagger strike was swift and fast and the elves head fell into the fountain with a quiet splash. The water turned a violent crimson as the blood spread. The leader remounted his lizard and rode off back down the alley-way.
The woman in shawls stood in shock for a few minutes. She then shook herself and walked home, the whole event replaying in her head. She never knew this sort of thing happened... She had to do something to change it. That night the woman in shawls went to sleep wondering what the future held... | Somewhere in the blooming glade:
An elf sat on a mossy log eating an apple, he watched as a bird flew above the canopy of trees, darting too and fro. He was so pre-occupied with the bird that he did not see the rustling of leaves behind him, he called to the bird in the elven language and it landed on his hand...as he stroked the bird gently a figure burst through the bush behind him. The bird took flight and the elf drew his sword. It was at the intruders neck before the elf had even drew a breath.
The intruder swore loudly "Honestly anmol, if I was going to sneak up on you, I wouldn't make that much noise" he said, happy to see his companion
anmol lowered his sword "I thought you were a Minotaur, I nearly cut off your head!"
"but you didn't" said the elf
"Gell you need to be more careful!" growled anmol "I've seen rocs flying overhead and the sparrows told me that they have sided with the barbarians!"
"don't worry so much, barbarians are all talk" joked Gell
"I wouldn't call a barbarians bluff" said anmol
"be quiet" said Gell seriosly "I hear something"
"this is no time for jokes gell" said anmol, slightly scared
"I'm dead serious"
"No...actually your just dead" Said a deep voice from across the clearing. | The voice exposed itself as a muscular man with about a foot taller than Gell or Anmol. The man strode purposefully over the mossy clearing and stood in front of Gell and Anmol.
"Listen, our Barbarian clans are coming, you have no chance of survival, we begin our attack in a months time"" the barbarian cleared his throat "Our attack begins in three days time but, I am merciful and you seem far too young to be casualty of war, I will let you live, go return to your tree castles, you will die there anyway!"
Gell drew his bow, but Anmol didn't. "You'll never reach our cities anyway, you have no knowledge of our lands!"
Gell's reflexes are extremely quick, which is the reason he was chosen with Anmol to scout in front of the elven defences. But even he didn't see the Barbarian move, one moment the Barbarian was standing in front of the pair, the next Gell was on the ground, bleeding badly.
"Are you going to make the same mistake as your friend?"
"N, no"
"Then scram!" The last word echoing through-out the forest.
Anmol ran, he had to warn the other elves, the attack was in a month! Anmol thought of the deaths that would occur...he thought of Gell
Anmol worried for Gell but knew he could do nothing.
Back in the clearing:
The barbarian scooped up the unconscious elf and slung him over his shoulder and walked back to the barbarian army. | The city of Rak'ash:
The woman woke and got ready for another day at work. Her job was a mingler...an undercover agent who "mingled" with the citizens of Rak'ash and then if she found something which was not as it should be, she reported it to the Queen. Often those that are reported were not heard of again...But the pay was good so she did not complain.
It had been this woman which had reported the young elf which had been so brutally struck down in the square, his only crime was being part of a teen protest-march against the Queen. "Is that really worth death?" the woman said to herself.
"No, it is not" she muttered "And I must do something about it"
The woman sharpened her blades, they were given to her when she started the job in case an hardcore anarchist discovered her job, they're the same as normal rogue blades except that they are far longer. They were made by a smith in town and he had cast many spells on it. Including the ability to paralyse enemies. Written down the side of the blades was the word Ethia-raka. Which meant Venomous Stinger. The woman decided she would take the name of her blades...Ethia and all would know her final act. | Blooming glade:
Anmol ran through the forest faster than he had ever ran before, his feet barely touched the ground, trees whooshed past as he glided through the shrubs. Tree branches caught at his sleeves and scratched his arms but he continued running...but Anmol wasn't the fastest thing in the forest...
High above Anmol's head gargoyles swooped down from the canopy and striked knocking Anmol to the ground. Anmol waited for the gargoyles to attack, but they didn't. Instead a shoe struck him in the side of the mouth, hard. Anmol yelped in pain and rolled over, keeping his hands where they could be seen. "I surrender" Anmol said.
"oh but unlike that barbarian I don't let my enemies walk free" Said an oily voice.
As Anmol looked into the eyes of the man above him he knew it to be true.
"You see" continued the man "The barbarian let you go so it would be a greater challenge to destroy the elf stronghold, those barbarians do love a good fight you see" The man paused for a while "I on the other hand...don't...fights mean wasted resources and isn't that what we are fighting for?"
"your smarter than any barbarian I've seen" Anmol spat "Who are you?"
"I am Soathon, general to the almighty raja, the next ruler of the blooming glade and the greatest wizard of all time!"
As Anmol lay their he saw a venomous millipede crawling on the forest floor.
He spoke to it quietly. "go little one, show them the force of nature"
The millipede crawled over to the wizard's boot and crawled inside.
"Now, elf you will experience what will befall your castles!"
Then the wizard stopped talking and clutched his stomach in evident pain.
Anmol took his chance and drew his sword.
Slicing down then up decapitating both the wizard's arms and then with a twirl...his head.
Anmol wiped the blood off his sword and continued his journey, nothing, not even the shock at his first kill should be allowed to stop him from delivering his now even more important message. | their there
young to be casualty of war, too young to be a casualty of war | Blooming Glade, Elf stronghold:
Anmol ran day and night and managed to arrive at the elven stronghold before nightfall. He gave the password and passed through into the kingdom. He kept running until he arrived at Queen Sry's throne. Anmol bowed quickly and then hurriedly explained the situation to the Queen. There was a long pause as the Queen thought...
"this is grave news indeed, the wizards have sided with the barbarians and are planning to invade the blooming glade, we cannot turn to anyone for help...unless...he's probably busy...but maybe" said the Queen, talking more to herself than Anmol. The Queen called for refreshments for Anmol and a new messenger. The new messenger's name was Qio and he had very good knowledge of the path between the blooming glade and the great capital.
Sry wrote her plea for help on a piece of parchment. "Take this to the warriors guild clan camp and give it to Kotrin, wear this ring it will prove that you are friend to foe." The Queen removed a ring from her finger and gave it to Qio. If he says his men will want some form of payment tell them that any loot is theres if they choose to help us.
Qio set off on his journey
2 days later:
Qio could see the warriors guild camp from where he stood but he did not enter yet...an armed stranger entering a camp at night might cause alarm. He decided he would go to the Warriors Guild Tavern and see if he could hear the local news.
As Qio was about to enter the tavern, a muscular man grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. evidently a bit more than tipsy, the man slurred his words "give ush that dere letter, elfy" Qio was not frightened by the man, but when the man grabbed Qio by the chest and landed a explosive right hook to his face, Qio drew his sword. "You thinks you can beatsh me, elfy?" Qio dealt a kick to the mans gut and sent him flying into the gutter. The kick wouldn't leave any lasting damage but it had obviously dissuaded the man from causing trouble. Qio went inside and threw a few coins onto the bar and asked for the cheapest room in the tavern. The landlord pointed to a door on the second story of the tavern, outside which two men where pushing each other playfully.
Qio entered the room and locked the door. He would deliver the message tomorrow at first dawn. Finally some good luck for the Elves, he thought. | wear this ring it will prove that you are friend to foe
friend not foe | Qio woke refreshed and energized. He hopped out of bed and got dressed into his day clothes. Qio dropped a few coins on the pillow on his bed to pay for the room. As Qio walked out of his room he noticed the bar was slightly emptier than last night. But some of the hard-core drinkers remained, including the man which had attempted to steal his letter. The man had evidently been drinking through the night as he was very drunk.
"Hey, ladsh theresh that elfy what not be giving ush 'is letter" the man slurred.
"why don't we just take it?" asked one of the drunks pals.
"thats a good idea bill"
The group of drunks moved in on Qio cornering him. Qio didn't want to draw his sword on drunks so he raised his fists.
"hahaha, the elfy thinksh he can fight ush"
Qio paused before kicking the man in the upper chest, sending him over a table and spilling another groups drinks.
There was a brief pause as the everyone in the bar looked around at the man on the floor. Then someone screamed "barfight!!!" and everything turned into chaos. Fists and shattered bottles flew everywhere, the bartender ducked behind his counter, swearing. Qio still had a problem of his own...the drunk's companion. The man looked angry for a while then smiled wickedly and drew a knife. Qio stepped back in shock. Then the drunk paused, his smile still etched on his face. He then keeled over and hit the ground...hard. A man had hit from behind with a chair, Qio looked at the man, he couldn't smell alcohol on him. The man reached forwards and grabbed Qio, "come, I will take you to Kotrin" as the mystery man dragged him through the pandemonium he explained "my names erebus, I saw your ring...you need to talk to Kotrin don't you?"
"yes" Qio said.
"follow me"
as they reached the street erebus broke into a run, so Qio ran too and they arrived at an elegant tent in the middle of the camp.
"Kotrin is in there, I will go tell him your here"
Erebus emerged from the tent and said "he will see you now"
Qio entered, bowed to the legendary mercenary captain, showed him his ring and handed him the scroll.
There was a pause as Kotrin read the scroll..."I see...you may tell your Queen this, We Will Come and We Will Fight"
Yes, these two days had been very good for elven luck, Qio thought, as he thanked all the Elven gods, known and unknown. | Barbarian Camp:
The camp was a loud bustle of activity, goblins hurried backwards and forwards and slaves attempted to calm angry wolves. Generals strolled amongst the chaos and noise, lashing out at slaves if they did anything wrong. A few large tents dotted the camp. This is where the generals and commanders slept. It was also where they tortured enemies... Gell was woken by a loud thud and a pain filled squeal. He groggily opened his eyes and looked towards the sound of the noise, it had came from outside. "You don't need to see my papers, you filthy maggot!"
Unfortunately Gell recognised the voice, it was the man that had taken him back to the barbarian camp. Why, oh why had I drawn my bow? Gell thought to himself.
The tent flap was pushed aside and Gell glanced at the barbarian, he also saw who had made the mistake of asking the barbarian for his papers. A goblin was sprawled on the ground clutching his leg which was bent at an odd angle. Gell sat up a little straighter when the barbarian entered. The barbarian pulled a chair from the corner of the tent and sat on it. "I should kill you now, you know...no other person has ever drawn a weapon on me and lived, but we need some information that is within that" he paused and picked up a sword from the floor* and very slowly pointed the tip at Gell's head and said very "head of yours"
The barbarian very slowly pushed harder into Gell's forehead with the sword until a thin line of blood came out. "you elves bleed easy, we will have a horrible time mopping up the spilt blood of your Queen"
The barbarian dropped the sword and crossed to the torture table which was laden with instruments of horrible design. The barbarian called for a messenger and told him to fetch a wizard. When the wizard arrived he heated one of the instruments (a pincer shaped object) until it was white hot on the tips. The barbarian clamped the ends on Gells wrist not letting go even when Gell swore he'd tell him everything.
Gell's mind screamed in agony, it spoke to itself "I'll do anything to escape this...anything!"
"anything?" a voice replied
"anything" gell confirmed
Back in the tent a burning ring appeared in the ground and a shadowy figure appeared behind the barbarian | he paused and picked up a sword from the floor*
it's common for weapons to be lying on the ground in a barbarian camp. Untidy people they are. | Warriors' Guild Camp:
It took five days for Kotrin to assemble all of Warriors' Guild, but before he left he knew that even the combined might of the Warriors' Guild and the Blooming Glade Elves would not be enough to sway the hand of battle in their favour. Kotrin knew that they would need more allies to win the oncoming battle...but where could they turn? The Dark Elves were untrustworthy, The Wizards had sided with the Barbarians, Demon's thirst for blood meant they where fickle allies at best. Kotrin thought...thirst for blood..."Thats it!" he realised. Vampires!
Kotrin called for his most trusted soldier, Romiah. "Romiah, I need you to go to the vampire castle. There you will find a female necromancer named takesister. Beg for her help in the battle, offer her anything!"
"yes sire" Romiah replied.
Romiah found his horse and packed food and weapons for the trip and set off.
16 days later, perimeter of Vampire Castle:
Romiah entered the castle, calming his nerves at the thought of entering such a hellish place. But he steeled himself and walked in. As he crossed the threshold of the building when whispering voices told him to follow them. The voices had a power over him. He followed them against his will and soon he arrived in front of Takesister. Romiah knew it was her because she had been described by his other warriors' guild friends. He trembled before her and then blurted his message out. Takesister thought and then nodded. "my only condition is that my vampires get to drink any blood of barbarian blood they spill"
Romiah nodded.
"Now leave messanger...my zombie guard is getting hungry"
Romiah suddenly noticed that a collection of zombies had surrounded him.
He quickly turned and ran, dodging their outstretched arms.
But before he reached the castle doors, five very strong pairs of arms seized him and pulled him back.
"We heard we have to help you in your battle"
Romiah stared into the dead eyes of five ravenous vampires.
"We have a policy here, any living that enters our kingdom...is rightfully ours to take" The vampires smiled licking needle sharp teeth.
"But seeing as we are allies...we will make allowances...we won't kill you...fully"
The vampires all smiled as they moved in on Romiah
His screams pierced the cold walls of the castle, but none who heard it cared | Vampire Castle, 3 hours after the Vampires attacked:
Romiah awoke on the chilly stone floor, there was a huge pain in his neck and he groaned as he got to his feet. There was a small puddle of blood on the floor and for some reason Romiah didn't recoil at the sight, but instead it gave him a feeling of great joy and euphoria. Thinking back, Romiah remembered his mission, to persuade Takesister and her vampires to aid them in the battle and return to Kotrin. Romiah stood up and wandered outside to find his horse. It was exactly where he left it, tied to a dying tree. Romiah was about to mount his horse when he felt a great thirst. Romiah suddenly was not in control of his actions and before he knew it, his horse was dead and he was sucking the blood from it's neck. When he was finished he rose to his feet. The fact that he had killed his horse and no longer had a ride to the blooming glade didn't bother him. For some reason he felt that he had energy to burn.
Romiah dropped his sword, (oddly he thought that he would fare better using his hands in a fight) and set off on his journey, after a long period of time he realised that he had been walking for at least 30 miles and still felt as energized as when he had set off. So Romiah decided to experiment by running.
10 days later, blooming glade:
Romiah stepped into the new warriors guild camp. Moving swiftly towards Kotrin's tent. A young pale woman strolled past him and he had an urge to attack her, but he managed to control it...just. Romiah entered Kotrin's tent, the guards knew him and didn't try to stop him. Kotrin was examining a map of the perimeter of the blooming glade defences. He didn't hear Romiah approaching from behind.
"Kotrin, I have returned"
Kotrin jumped startled
"Hello Romiah, your earlier than I expected" Kotrin said
"I took a short-cut" Romiah explained
"A short-cut that cuts six days of a journey?, you have made quite a discovery my friend" Kotrin exclaimed
As Kotrin looked into Romiah's eyes he thought...Kotrin seemed paler...and his eyes seemed more distant. Then something else struck Kotrin's eyes.
"My friend you wouldn't have had time to eat on your journey"
Romiah gazed at the floor. "I have not been entirely honest...I think...I have turned into a vampire"
"Does your allegiance still lie with me and warriors guild?" Kotrin queried
"Yes"
"Can you control your vampiric urges towards humans and elves?"Kotrin asked
"I think so"
"Does the matter of being a vampire disturb you"
"The way I see it, is if I only eat animals it's just the same as when I was a human without the vegetables"
"Then the way I see it, your being a vampire causes no problems and you still hold a place in the guild. Just hide your condition from others, they might misunderstand vampires"
"Yes sir" Romiah replied, full of gratitude
Romiah turned to leave, but Kotrin called him back.
"we still forgot to discuss the reason you went to that castle in the first place. Did Takesister promise her vampires help?"
"yes, her condition was that the vampires get to feast on any barbarian or Wizard blood they spill, they keep"
"That is fair enough, you may rest now. I'm sure your tired after your journey"
"actually sir I was running non-stop and I still feel like I could keep on running for another ten days"
"very well, but it would appear good to rest...it might occur to people that it is odd that someone had ridden for ten days and doesn't feel tired" | 10 Days Since Romiah arrived at the new camp:
Kotrin, Sry and Takesister sat around the battle-map. Takesister and her Vampires had arrived in the morning and had joined in straight away in the defending of the blooming glade. According to Anmol the Barbarians were going to attack in three days time but for some reason even after a months time, they hadn't.
Kotrin, Sry and Takesister discussed the reasons for the lateness of their attack.
"Not meaning to insult you your highness, but is it possible that Anmol was wrong?" Kotrin asked
"Possible, but highly unlikely" Sry answered
"could the barbarian be wrong?" Takesister Queried
"I doubt it, by barbarian standards muscle signals authority and power and according to Anmol, this was about as muscular as they get"
"Could they be waiting for something...like information about our defences?" Sry thought out loud.
"Yes, but the only way they could find out that information was if they had planted a spy or..."
The thought crossed all three great leaders at the same time.
"They kidnapped Gell" The trio said unanimously
a grave silence fell
"how long can he hold up?" Takesister asked
"I don't know, but he doesn't know any of our defensive plans...which the barbarians will figure out soon and then...they will attack" Sry replied
Barbarian Camp, Torture Tent:
The Barbarian jumped when he heard the roar of the flames behind him. He picked up the sword he had used on Gell and turned on the attacker. As the Barbarian raised his sword, the man (who Gell now recognised as a demon) made a swift slash with his axe, striking the barbarian in the side of his muscular stomach, the demon followed up with a kick to the midriff and then raised his hand and blasted the man with a column of fire, blasting him through the tent and setting him and the tent on fire. As the Barbarian screamed Gell rose, picking two dual sided axes of the ground...
"Truce?" Gell asked of the demon
"Truce. I'll need all the help I can get...they don't look very happy do they?" The demon replied, commenting on the hordes of Goblins, Wolves and Magi surronding them.
"No...not at all" Gell replied...giddy with the fact that they faced a force of more than thirty wizards and barbarians...with more coming.
"lets leave them something to remember us by...shall we?" The demon said confidently
Gell was just about to reply when a wolf leapt from the croud and soared towards Gell. Gell raised his axe and sliced at the beast's belly, crippling it as it fell.
Then all hell broke loose, as the goblins and wolves rushed forwards and the magi cast spells at the duo, the pair ducked and dived. As a goblin ran towards Gell the demon grabbed it by it's throat. For a few seconds the goblin was screaming and kicking then...the life suddenly left it's eyes and the demon grew stronger right in front of Gell's eyes. Great slabs of muscle grew on his arms and the fire in his eyes blazed into an inferno! A wave of fear swept over the pair's enemies and they turned and fled...some stood their ground but the two took care of them quickly and rapidly.
"That was fun...wasn't it?" The demon said, as if he had just had the joy of- | - winning a particularly difficult board game.
"Fun, we nearly died!"
"Yes, but we didn't did we?"
"Luckily, what did you do to that goblin?"
"I'll explain later, judging by your clothes you hale from the blooming glade?"
"Yes..."
"Then grab my arm"
Gell did as he was told and for a second nothing happened then suddenly pain shot through his body. It felt like he was on fire, every inch of his body was in pain. Then just as suddenly as it started it stopped.
"What the hell was that!?" Gell screamed
"Inferno travel, I've heard it's particularily painful for mortals. Sorry, I forgot"
Then Gell noticed his enviroment was different, they were now out on the border of the blooming glade.
"Right, where were we?" The Demon continued "Ah, yes. Soul stealing, I sucked the soul out of the goblin and gained his strength...oh yes and it also has the nifty trick of instilling fear in enemies."
The Demon started walking into the blooming glade, but Gell was quicker. He swiftly brought his axes to the demon's neck.
"I want you to answer my questions before we enter my home. Who are you? Are you sympathetic to the elven cause? How did you know I was being tortured? Why did you help me?"
"I am Geia, I don't know what elven cause you speak of, I knew you were being tortured because you screamed out for help in your mind. The call was so strong that us Demons heard it underground. I decided to check it out and those barbarian souls looked very tasty"
Geia laughed cheerfully
"So...will you let me enter your fortress?"
"Give me your axe"
"what?"
"Give me your axe, I saw what you did to that goblin, I don't want that happening in the middle of the castle!"
"I don't need my axe to do that"
"I don't care, if you do soul suck or whatever inside the fortress I want it to be as easy as possible to stop you"
"Fine"
Geia handed Gell his axe, Gell placed the axe in his sword sheath, surprisngly
it fitted and even more surprising was the fact the axe was warm, like a mini fire was burning inside.
"So we enter now?" Geia asked
"Yes"
Half an hour later:
Gell and Geia reached the fortress and where just about to enter when the sound of bow being drawn made them turn around. Out of the trees came ten tall blonde elves.
"Don't move a muscle, our accuracy is keener than you think. Stay still, Denan go tie their hands together"
A small elf who looked only fifteen ran forward and tied geia and gell's hands together, this was uncomfortable for Gell as Geia radiated heat like a fire.
fifteen minutes later:
Queen Sry was practicing her sword moves against a wooden dummy, you could barely see the swords move, only deep cuts appear in the dummy. The Queen then decided she had practiced enough, she moved to sit back down and think about the problems of the barbarian attack. But before she sat down, the tent flap was pushed back and eleven elves and a demon entered.
"Your majesty, these intruders have been found in the perimeter of the defences"
Queen Sry thought then said "did it really require ten elves to transport two intruders, one of which is actually under your command eyf-lot?"
The leader looked shocked then turned the prisoners round. "Gell?"
"Yes? If it isn't to much to ask...can you untie me?"
Eyf-lot looked shocked
"May I Queen?" Eyf-lot asked Sry
"Gell, is your companion dangerous?"
"He was the one who helped me escape and"
"I assure you I mean you no harm your majesty" Geia interrupted
"release them eyf-lot and return to guarding the front entrance"
Eyf-lot did as he was told
"Sit down" The Queen said, waving at two chairs.
The Queen clicked her fingers and a monkey appeared. She spoke | (I don't know what happened in the previous chapter, it didn't end there, this is what was missing)
to the monkey. "Go fetch Takesister and Kotrin"
The monkey did as it was told, stopping only to pick a cashew nut of the forest floor, and be patted on the head by Gell before leaving the tent.
When Kotrin and Takesister arrived they took a seat in the tent.
Gell started to summarise what had happened since he had been taken captive.
There was a long pause as the great leaders thought.
"If the barbarians don't have anyone to interrogate for information than they will probably attack soon." Kotrin muttered
"How much time do you think we have?" Takesister asked
"A day, maybe two" Sry said quietly
"We should prepare our defences" Gell said nervous in the presence of the three great leaders "We can't just sit here!"
"The deaths will be huge" Kotrin murmered
"And they will be bigger if we don't take action!" Gell's voice getting louder.
"He's right" Takesister agreed
"Easy for you to say, your men are already dead!" Kotrin argued
"What about you Kotrin? Your men are warriors, most of mine are civilians!"
"Well thats your fault for not training them!" Kotrin retaliated
The arguing continued until Geia decided to step in.
"All of you, be quiet!" Geia roared "you are being confused by a spell...there is a traitor amongst us"
"It's probably you!" Kotrin said, drawing his sword and raising it to Geia's neck.
"Look!" Geia ran out of the tent and the others followed, all around them people were arguing and in the middle of the chaos stood erebus
(Once again I must stop mid-sentance, sorry) | of the chaos stood erebes, muttering incantations. But as the tent flap opened his concentration broke and those furthest away started to regain normal thinking. Kotrin was shocked at this betrayal, he raised his sword and charged at erebes, erebus resumed his muttering and drew his sword and for a few seconds Kotrin's charge slowed. Then Kotrin attacked again and again, each strike making both combatants bodies shake. Kotrin parried a blow from Erebes and thrusted at head level, Erebes ducked but the sword knocked of his hat. Revealing pointed ears...Kotrin stumbled back
"Your an elf?" Kotrin said, shocked
"Bah, I am no elf! I have embraced the power of darkness, not the weakness of nature. I serve the Queen of Rak'ash, I am a dark elf!"
"Then you are no member of the guild!"
"That is of no matter, I have found a far better group, worthy of my power"
The pair resumed their dueling, fiercely. Slowly Kotrin gained the upper hand and with a quick slash and a kick to the chest. Erebus fell to the ground. Just as Kotrin was just about to deliver the final blow when Erebus raised his palm, muttered some words and then...Kotrin was flying across the grassy clearing and landed hard on the forest floor. Erebes scrambled to his feet and sprinted away into the forest, just as he was nearly out of sight he yelled "Be warned, I will return with the full might of the legion!"
No one chased Erebes, it seemed his spell had afterlasting effects as most were still arguing.
As Kotrin rose to his feet he swore loudly. "New plan, we attack them...first light tomorrow"
Sry and Takesister had rushed over to aid Kotrin and where takin aback by this idea
"Thats not wise" Takesister said
"I don't care whether you approve or not!" Kotrin said angrily "Sry whats your opinion?"
"I think it's best that we all go along with the same plan" Sry said
"So..." Takesister said
"I'm going to prepare my men" Kotrin said, standing up and leaving
"Your being to hasty" Sry yelled after him
"Like you said my men are warriors, they've learnt there army formations!"
"Kotrin!" Takesister yelled after him
But it was too late, for kotrin had set into a run towards the Warriors Guild camp. | "What now?" Sry asked Takesister
"I don't know...but I do know that we have no chance of defending the blooming glade without the Warriors Guild"
"So we go along with his plan?'
"I guess so..."
and so the leaders went about finding their troops and preparing for battle.
Queen Sry's troops would provide the cover fire with the elf alliance, lead by Eyf-lot would try to infiltrate deep behind the enemy defences. Takesister and her vampires would attack from the right, away from the elves and the warriors guild. In case their bloodlust drove them so crazy they cannot distinguish friend from foe. The warriors guild would make up the majority of the army. Taking the bulk of the enemies attack.
Edge of blooming glade, looking at barbarian camp:
Kotrin fiddled with the hilt of his sword, of to his right sry was twirling an arrow between her fingers. Somewhere on the other side of the barbarian camp Takesister and her vampires stared into the darkness. Kotrin was thinking, then noticed romiah was still with him...
"Romiah?" Kotrin asked
"Yes, kotrin?" |
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