Post by Drayconis on Jun 30, 2007 4:53:06 GMT -5
rologue:
The man grinned, and gripped the handle of his weapon tighter. He crouched down into a fighting stance as the guards drew closer, with a slight flick of his head he flipped his crimson hair out of his vision. He laughed as the first guard approached cautiously, suddenly springing forward, stabbing one end of his massive pike straight through the unlucky man. Watching their comrade fall dead to the ground sprang the others into motion, the crimson haired man laughed again, his eyes red with the blood fury. He swung the double headed pike around in a sweeping motion, taking two of the guards at the knees. Two more rushed forward, blocking his initial strikes with their shields getting in close, where they hoped his weapon would be ineffective. He laughed, throwing his weapon forward at a pair of guards that had hung back, taking one through the chest pining him to the ground. He then grabbed the blade of one of the guards swords, grabbing and twisting it, throwing it into one of the ones that had charged him. He spun around grabbing the sword less guard by the neck bringing his ace in close and smiling wickedly before breaking the guards neck. He turned on the last guard quivering beside his friend, pinned in the earth. He shook, then tried to grab the offending pike and pull it from the ground. As he gripped the handle his hands started to burn, a burning feeling that spread through his body, he screamed in pain as his eardrums ruptured, blood spilling fro his ears, then his nose and eyes. Then the convulsions set in, foam frothing at his mouth as he fell to the ground violently shaking, blood and foam spraying everywhere. With one last painful scream and the convulsions ended in harmony with his life. The red haired man laughed, pulling his weapon from the ground. He paused and looked around him, the guards had been the final defense before he reached the town hall, bodies lay strewn in the midnight streets around him, women and children, husbands and sons who'd been running to the town hall seeking shelter, he bared his teeth in a feral grin as he turned, the sounds of crying children coming from the building before him...
**
Many miles away, about two weeks later...
Dray sighed reading a newspaper headline, 'Massacre At AirenVale Over 65 Dead.' He sighed in frustration, "Dammit! I bet it was him... slippery bastard keeps avoiding us. We have to stop him!"
His girlfriend, and traveling companion Vivian looked at Dray, "I know, but chances are he IS searching for the same things we are. We'll cross paths with him again don't worry."
The green haired warrior sighed, "I know I know, it's just. We have to stop him before the death count rises much higher!"
"I know, but I'd also like to find a way to better seal off the effects of that sword of yours." She said, gesturing at the massive green blade strapped to his back. "And find the other 3. We've already seen what one can do in the wrong hands. You lucked out, you have a far more pure heart then your brother, and you have me to help you control it."
Dray nodded at that, "Yeah, without you around who knows, I might have ended up like him. But still, me and Hail stumbled across these 2 by chance, finding the other 3 will be near impossible at best."
Vivian sighed and drew him in close, "Look, you have the great sword, he has the Pike, whats left is the Axe, short sword and the daggers, is there any chance they'd be in the same place?"
"no, the scrolls he and i found said the 5 had been separated. Ours were together because someone had found one already but died while getting to the second."
"Oh well, anyways what brings us to Kestrel this time of year anyways?"
Dray smiled at that, "Local legend tells of a villain a few hundred years ago, used a great flaming Axe, its rumored to be the Vordikai, but as usual there is a problem."
"Always. What is it today?"
"Well, a team of wizards managed to beat this, flaming necromancer.. odd choice of specializations I k now, but flaming Zombies? Not a bad villainous idea you know. Uh, where was I?"
"Complications."
"Right, anyways these wizards sealed away the Axe the source of his power in a dormant volcano, well it stayed dormant, and its somewhere in the mountain range."
"Somewhere. In a mountain range."
"Right, old volcano so that narrows the field to oh, say, 2 dozen mountains?"
"TWO DOZEN? Are you insane?" She sighed and rested her hands on her hips.
"Well it IS a damn good hiding spot, I was hoping to ask a local to help guide, but since the mountains are supposedly cursed, no one in the village wishes to help." He sighed, and leaned against a wall. "still its the best lead we've had yet. So.. We uh, are outta cash again."
"WHAT?!?"
"Yeah I needed the last of it to buy this scroll.. So your gonna hafta..."
"Yes sell my Clerical services, dammit why cant you Bards have any servicable skills?"
"I sing, I dance, I fight, I can do interpreitve dances."
"You cant sing worth a damn, sure you fight more like a warrior then a bard but noone wants a thug, and everyone interprates your dances as you should never dance again. bah, Its better then whoring myself out I suppose. Begone while I go look for work to do, go make yourself useful and please don't burn anything down this time!" Vivian says with huff, turning and leaving the young, green haired Bard where he stood.
"meh, I can tell a damn good story you know." He said m,aking sure she was out of ear shot, he loved her dearly but she had a mean right hook when pissed. He shrugged and wished he could tell tales to school children, but schools frowned on carrying oversized weaponry around. He sighed to himself, determined to find some sort of honest work, or a guide, either one would do.
****
Somewhere on the demi-planes of reality....
A dark shadowy being turned toward his brightly lit compainion. "SO it begins, vioently at that."
The being of light turned, "And violently it shall end as well. For now lets see where this journey shall take them, all of them..."
_________
Read and Review please! This is a vaguely D&D-ish work of fiction by moi as I take time off of SF writing.
The man grinned, and gripped the handle of his weapon tighter. He crouched down into a fighting stance as the guards drew closer, with a slight flick of his head he flipped his crimson hair out of his vision. He laughed as the first guard approached cautiously, suddenly springing forward, stabbing one end of his massive pike straight through the unlucky man. Watching their comrade fall dead to the ground sprang the others into motion, the crimson haired man laughed again, his eyes red with the blood fury. He swung the double headed pike around in a sweeping motion, taking two of the guards at the knees. Two more rushed forward, blocking his initial strikes with their shields getting in close, where they hoped his weapon would be ineffective. He laughed, throwing his weapon forward at a pair of guards that had hung back, taking one through the chest pining him to the ground. He then grabbed the blade of one of the guards swords, grabbing and twisting it, throwing it into one of the ones that had charged him. He spun around grabbing the sword less guard by the neck bringing his ace in close and smiling wickedly before breaking the guards neck. He turned on the last guard quivering beside his friend, pinned in the earth. He shook, then tried to grab the offending pike and pull it from the ground. As he gripped the handle his hands started to burn, a burning feeling that spread through his body, he screamed in pain as his eardrums ruptured, blood spilling fro his ears, then his nose and eyes. Then the convulsions set in, foam frothing at his mouth as he fell to the ground violently shaking, blood and foam spraying everywhere. With one last painful scream and the convulsions ended in harmony with his life. The red haired man laughed, pulling his weapon from the ground. He paused and looked around him, the guards had been the final defense before he reached the town hall, bodies lay strewn in the midnight streets around him, women and children, husbands and sons who'd been running to the town hall seeking shelter, he bared his teeth in a feral grin as he turned, the sounds of crying children coming from the building before him...
**
Many miles away, about two weeks later...
Dray sighed reading a newspaper headline, 'Massacre At AirenVale Over 65 Dead.' He sighed in frustration, "Dammit! I bet it was him... slippery bastard keeps avoiding us. We have to stop him!"
His girlfriend, and traveling companion Vivian looked at Dray, "I know, but chances are he IS searching for the same things we are. We'll cross paths with him again don't worry."
The green haired warrior sighed, "I know I know, it's just. We have to stop him before the death count rises much higher!"
"I know, but I'd also like to find a way to better seal off the effects of that sword of yours." She said, gesturing at the massive green blade strapped to his back. "And find the other 3. We've already seen what one can do in the wrong hands. You lucked out, you have a far more pure heart then your brother, and you have me to help you control it."
Dray nodded at that, "Yeah, without you around who knows, I might have ended up like him. But still, me and Hail stumbled across these 2 by chance, finding the other 3 will be near impossible at best."
Vivian sighed and drew him in close, "Look, you have the great sword, he has the Pike, whats left is the Axe, short sword and the daggers, is there any chance they'd be in the same place?"
"no, the scrolls he and i found said the 5 had been separated. Ours were together because someone had found one already but died while getting to the second."
"Oh well, anyways what brings us to Kestrel this time of year anyways?"
Dray smiled at that, "Local legend tells of a villain a few hundred years ago, used a great flaming Axe, its rumored to be the Vordikai, but as usual there is a problem."
"Always. What is it today?"
"Well, a team of wizards managed to beat this, flaming necromancer.. odd choice of specializations I k now, but flaming Zombies? Not a bad villainous idea you know. Uh, where was I?"
"Complications."
"Right, anyways these wizards sealed away the Axe the source of his power in a dormant volcano, well it stayed dormant, and its somewhere in the mountain range."
"Somewhere. In a mountain range."
"Right, old volcano so that narrows the field to oh, say, 2 dozen mountains?"
"TWO DOZEN? Are you insane?" She sighed and rested her hands on her hips.
"Well it IS a damn good hiding spot, I was hoping to ask a local to help guide, but since the mountains are supposedly cursed, no one in the village wishes to help." He sighed, and leaned against a wall. "still its the best lead we've had yet. So.. We uh, are outta cash again."
"WHAT?!?"
"Yeah I needed the last of it to buy this scroll.. So your gonna hafta..."
"Yes sell my Clerical services, dammit why cant you Bards have any servicable skills?"
"I sing, I dance, I fight, I can do interpreitve dances."
"You cant sing worth a damn, sure you fight more like a warrior then a bard but noone wants a thug, and everyone interprates your dances as you should never dance again. bah, Its better then whoring myself out I suppose. Begone while I go look for work to do, go make yourself useful and please don't burn anything down this time!" Vivian says with huff, turning and leaving the young, green haired Bard where he stood.
"meh, I can tell a damn good story you know." He said m,aking sure she was out of ear shot, he loved her dearly but she had a mean right hook when pissed. He shrugged and wished he could tell tales to school children, but schools frowned on carrying oversized weaponry around. He sighed to himself, determined to find some sort of honest work, or a guide, either one would do.
****
Somewhere on the demi-planes of reality....
A dark shadowy being turned toward his brightly lit compainion. "SO it begins, vioently at that."
The being of light turned, "And violently it shall end as well. For now lets see where this journey shall take them, all of them..."
_________
Read and Review please! This is a vaguely D&D-ish work of fiction by moi as I take time off of SF writing.
