Heroes of Might and Magic Community
visiting hero! Register | Today's Posts | Games | Search! | FAQ/Rules | AvatarList | MemberList | Profile


Age of Heroes Headlines:  
5 Oct 2016: Heroes VII development comes to an end.. - read more
6 Aug 2016: Troubled Heroes VII Expansion Release - read more
26 Apr 2016: Heroes VII XPack - Trial by Fire - Coming out in June! - read more
17 Apr 2016: Global Alternative Creatures MOD for H7 after 1.8 Patch! - read more
7 Mar 2016: Romero launches a Piano Sonata Album Kickstarter! - read more
19 Feb 2016: Heroes 5.5 RC6, Heroes VII patch 1.7 are out! - read more
13 Jan 2016: Horn of the Abyss 1.4 Available for Download! - read more
17 Dec 2015: Heroes 5.5 update, 1.6 out for H7 - read more
23 Nov 2015: H7 1.4 & 1.5 patches Released - read more
31 Oct 2015: First H7 patches are out, End of DoC development - read more
5 Oct 2016: Heroes VII development comes to an end.. - read more
[X] Remove Ads
LOGIN:     Username:     Password:         [ Register ]
HOMM1: info forum | HOMM2: info forum | HOMM3: info mods forum | HOMM4: info CTG forum | HOMM5: info mods forum | MMH6: wiki forum | MMH7: wiki forum
Heroes Community > Bards Glade Pyre (RPG) > Thread: The Saga Continues...More Legends in the Making(roleplay)
Thread: The Saga Continues...More Legends in the Making(roleplay) This thread is 11 pages long: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 · «PREV / NEXT»
wizardboy
wizardboy


Known Hero
Look ma!..a glowing ball...
posted February 16, 2002 08:18 AM

in.....weissschwanburg.....

as Katrina walks in thru the city gate the guards immediately let her pass without questions....and that is pretty strange in the time of struglles between powers such as now....

as she turned to a corner a dark figure that had been following her for the past few days towered behind her..."hand it to me" the dark figure said...

"and what are u gonna do if i don't" she questioned "u gonna kill me uncle " as she turned around and hugged the swordmaster "it's been ages since i last saw you"

"Yes it has"remembering Katrina as a child, the last time since he saw her...and now she a growned woman " and let me congradulate on a work well done"

"i know, i could've killed u when i left Schwarzmeer if i didn't recognise the way u walk...lucky i didn't forgot about that..."she mocked her uncle and gave him a wink and a grin

"hm..looks like my ages are slowing my wits....and speaking of forgetting..u better hand me the sack and go back to the castle and take a bath before seeing your father, he's anxious to see u, u know...we sort of lost contact with u for a while"

"i know...i think i have lots to explain but that will come after the hot bath" she grinned again...

in the tower of the magi

"um....u r not goin to leave me here are u Wiz?" Gordan felt a bit sad not being the centre of attention

the old man looke at him for the first time since he entered..."in case u don't know boy" the oldman mocked "the great hall only allows people who study in the arcane arts. No mortal had ever intruded upon the place and never will be." he finished as he think that will end any foolishnees of ever thinking of coming with them.

"well...u plan to take him along" Gordan nod his head towards the boy

the oldman paused...caught by his own words...but this made him wondered...is this boy a mortal indeed...and that caused him another thing to worry about...this is no good...there's too much to worry about in one day...
oh, what is he gonna do the old man thought to himself...he did bring the boy along...

"i DO have an idea" Wiz interrupted

"and" they both asked

"the great hall is only for those who can at least use the simplest of the arcane spells right??"

"Yeah and?"they both asked again

wiz did not answer but only grin like a boy....



____________
Where do u go when you have gone too far?

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Lith-Maethor
Lith-Maethor


Honorable
Legendary Hero
paid in Coin and Cleavage
posted February 16, 2002 09:37 AM

[at the gates of Portmore]

...the orc-like gate guard, seems a bit disturbed by the presence of the non-human members of the company... he looks at Breg in a strange way...

- what's with the kitty cat? I don't like his face...

- I don't like yours either... and since when do we have to pay to enter the city?

- since 10 minutes ago, catface... now pay.. you don't want to make my friends angry... besides, it is king Conn's orders...

...as Guhan finishes his words, four humans join him, they are even bigger and almost as ugly as he is, they are armed with swords and mames, they all seem way too eager to collect the money...

- so, what do we do Lith, these guys are looking for trouble...

- aye, but we cannae attract too much attention lads...

- maybe I can help...

...Romana waves her hand and the guards stop moving... Gea giggles and they enter Portmore, Vaho looks at her...

- how did you?

- I just slowed them down a bit... they will be ok in an hour or two...
____________
You are suffering from delusions of adequacy.

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Conn
Conn


Responsible
Famous Hero
God slayer
posted February 16, 2002 11:15 PM
Edited By: Conn on 16 Feb 2002

“Let this be the beginning of a lasting friendship between us.” said Conn.

He was on his horse, ready to leave the hobbit village. After the band of orcs had been defeated, a treaty had been signed between Conn’s kingdom and the halflings.

“I wish I could stay longer here, for it is a beautiful village and it’s inhabitants friendly. But pressing matters require my attention back in the capital. Maybe I will come back and visit when the times won’t be so hard. Good by!”

With that, he turned his horse around and was gone like a gust of wind.  When he arrived at the former warlock’s camp, he found no traces of the battle, for Dargoth and Lygrin had burned all the slain. The only memory of the battle was a pungent odor in the air.

“Dargoth! Lygrin! What is this smell? Have all the worms in the world come here and leave their dung? “ Conn shouted as he was getting off his horse.

“My king, we are happy to see you return,” said the two. “The stench is from the body of the warlock. We burned him separately from the rest, because we didn’t want to desecrate the bodies of all the rest. I’m afraid it will linger for a long while” continued Dargoth, with a smile on his face. The slaying of the warlock had lifted his spirit quite high.

“Enough fun for now, said Conn in a low voice, gather everybody and let’s go home. The threats haven’t stopped. There are orcs at our borders, and I still have to deal with the matter of the traitor. When I find that witless son of a sow, I will rip his guts from the inside out,”

he continued in low voice, which warned all that he was in a sour mood. Dargoth and Lygrin knew that he was dangerous when he was in a good mood, and also knew better than to say anything else. They quietly went to the troops and gathered them in record-breaking time. The small remnants of the army left in 3 hours. After an uneventful trip back home, they reached the royal palace. Conn was greeted by the councilors, with news of the development of old situations and reporting to him the new situations that had arisen. Among this news was that of a small band that had entered in his kingdom by putting a spell on the guards and not paying the taxes. He had more work to do…

in the meantime

The local ECF agent was a small, bald, man. He was deep in the accounting books when a servant entered.

“Master, there is someone here who wants to see you. He is a big man, with a predatory look. He didn’t say what business he has…”

“Tell him to come back later, Ramrod, I’m busy.” he said with a blank voice.

“Too late, I am already here”, suddenly a voice said. “I wish to speak with man in charge here” said the man. He was indeed a big man, his eyes a dull gray, towering over both of them.

“My name is Ubo, I wish to hire as a caravan guard”

“How did you find this place? We don’t conduct business here. This are my private rooms”, said the ECF man, a worry starting to appear in his eyes.

Ubo grinned; “Leave it to a thief to find a thief…and I am one of the best thieves around….”

____________
Whatever does not kill us, only makes us stronger

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Oldtimer
Oldtimer


Honorable
Supreme Hero
Please leave a message after..
posted February 18, 2002 05:16 AM

...at a southern work farm...

Nunzio sweated in the sun.  He had been working for days, doing the backbreaking farm labor that is usually left for peasants and serfs.  He was having problems making any connections to the other members of the work farm.  Most of them were allied to one Elvin faction or another, and it was not in their best interest to be seen talking to the big half-orc.   Even the rumors of his high rank in the ECF were not enough to help him, most were too afraid of the humans or Elvin rangers that Nunzio kept having conflicts with.

“Stop loafing!” a broad chested peasant yelled as he hit Nunzio across the back with a long staff.  As Nunzio was about to retaliate, he saw the crossbowmen hidden in the brush.  Not wanting to give them an excuse to make an example of him he got back on the plow and told the centaur pulling it to start again.  His centaur partner was a broken man, once a proud member of the herd, he was reduced to the level of a horse.  Centaurs can’t abide being treated like horses, but pain and humiliation are harsh teachers, and turned this warrior into a beast of burden.

“Hey chief!  Do you need a hand?” asked a small goblin that Nunzio had never seen before.

“Uh…Yea, I guess.” Nunzio replied, “Who are you and where are you from?”

“I was caught in a little raiding party.  How was I supposed to know that peasants are armed to the teeth?  Sure surprised ol’ one eye.  Imagine, a Cyclopes’ raiding team destroyed by some underfed farmers.  I just wish he survived so that I could laugh at him.  I’m called Barb.  I have a little trident that I used to use quite well.”

“Well, Barb, why did you come over here?”

“I didn’t like the looks I was getting from all of these stiff necked elves, and you had the only friendly face around.  And you’re pretty big, I think that could be a help to me.  You see I’m going to bust out of here and I might need your help.”

“So you want to hire me eh?  Well I let you hang around but I have other employers at the moment.  Do well by me and I’ll put in a good word for you.”


…in the Elvin wood…

“This is the third ranger camp that we have attacked and still no sign of Nunzio.  I’m afraid that they have killed him or taken him beyond our reach.”  Thorn told the Elvin girl.

“Yes but killing elves is fun, can we attack a few more?” replied Luandrian.

“Girl why do you hate your people so?”

“They have taken everything from me.  All of my friends and all of my family have been destroyed by the arrogance of the elves.  I hate them all, and swear to destroy them.”

“You keep your vendettas private while you work for the ECF, do you understand?  Okay, I have permission to train you as a shadow agent.  You’ve learned a lot while on this expedition but now your training will be more formal.  Don’t worry, I have many spies looking for that ugly Orc.  You probably won’t believe me, but I miss him even more than you do.”

…at the Tower of the Magi…

“He’s your friend.  If you think he can learn magic, you teach him.  I have some important things to look into.”  The old man returned to his tapestry and Wizardboy wondered why he was paying such close attention to a nymph pond.

____________
<PLEASE DO NOT WAKE THE OLD MAN!>

"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
wizardboy
wizardboy


Known Hero
Look ma!..a glowing ball...
posted February 18, 2002 01:15 PM

Wiz took Gordan to the far side of the chamber start teach hims some cantrips...when he was about to teach him the second cantrips a stragne nausea felt upon him.....and a brief vision he...no his is not good....not good at all he thought to himself...

'oldman we must go now' he said as he is standing up "we dont' have that much time..."

the little boy was looking out of the windows...as if he coul somethingin the far distance...he only turned around and looked anxiously at the old man...
____________
Where do u go when you have gone too far?

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
SirDunco
SirDunco


Responsible
Supreme Hero
posted February 18, 2002 06:48 PM

After days on the sea...

The part lands on the shores of the dwarve lands They are foggy and treacherous and hidding danger.

"Are u sure were in the right place?"Montrion asks Vilenith.

"Yes,but this is different from what i saw...Well let us cease no longer, get our things and go find Lith-Maethor."

They start to unpack when 20 or 30 shadows jump out of the bushes. The shadows attack the party tie them up and take them away. The weapons are left by the boats as is the scroll of Brouth(A rare posssesion of Vilentihs) and a dog which belongs to Sir Dunco(Actualy Ronant but he gave him to Dunco). The dogs name is Ramulus he follows the shadows into the forests. There he sees a camp site filled with drows. He ducks down and follows the drows to the cell where they put Sir Dunco and the rest of the group...  
____________

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Slava14
Slava14


Promising
Famous Hero
I am 16 now....
posted February 18, 2002 07:01 PM

...in the Ugly Forest...

... the wraith was trying to get out of the forest for a few days now, but with no success. It was good that she didn't need any kind of food, because there was none.

  On the fourth day of useless moving, propably around, a piece of sun was finally seen somewhere between the woods. As the ghost was finding it's way towards the light, it noticed some movements that were sometimes hiding the sun. But it was no  big deal for the wraith.

  It was afternoon when the Forest finally ended. In front untill the horizon there was nothing but a rough, dirty lands, at least it seemed so...
____________
I'm always happy to help.. unless I'm helping myself.

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Oldtimer
Oldtimer


Honorable
Supreme Hero
Please leave a message after..
posted February 19, 2002 12:22 AM

...in the southern workfarm...

“Come on Chief!  Hurry up or all these elves will get the good gruel!” shouted Barb.

“Is there such a thing as good gruel?” Nunzio replied.

“Are you kidding?  This stuff is great!  Could use some more mealworms, but whose complaining.”

“Have you been looking around?”

“Yea, these humans have things pretty secure.  But if we had a distraction I could sneak past some guards.  It depends on the magic guards.”

“I hear they disdain magic, but have powerful clerics whose power is much like that of the mages.” Replied Nunzio, “But it will be hard to get others to help.”

“Get them to help? Ha! Trick them into helping, start a riot, I say.  Some of these Elves are just itching to get at each other’s throats.”

“Yea, I see what you mean.  Let me think about it.”

…in the Tower of the Magi…

The old man opened a portal, “If he can’t come, leave him.  Lets go.”

…in back of the Friendly Arms Inn…

Luandrian worked hard to impress her dwarven teacher.  Nunzio had been training her over the last year, but this powerful dwarf was teaching her things in a systematic way that she seemed to take to easily.  She began to like her harsh teacher and began to wonder when the elves would take him from her.

____________
<PLEASE DO NOT WAKE THE OLD MAN!>

"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Lith-Maethor
Lith-Maethor


Honorable
Legendary Hero
paid in Coin and Cleavage
posted February 19, 2002 12:29 PM

[Portmore - harbor area]

...ECF agents are all over the place, ships are filled with merchandise from the whole world, it seems that even in times of war, the ECF is stil making money. The company aproaches one of the smaller ships, Breg takes care of the guard without making a noise and they board the ship called "Undine", Cirion takes his place as captain and the rest get ready for the journey....

- if they see the guard we are going to have problems with ECF...

- we already have problems with these leeches, our mission is more important than they can even comprehent

- Cirion, were are we going now, brother?

- north, Lith... north ...and may luck be with us...

...as "Undine" sails to the horizon, two ECF guards see their dead comrade, within half an hour, an ECF ship sails after "Undine", unaware of that, the company are relaxing on the deck...

- so, Romana, we see that you have a few aces up your sleeve, care to share your story with us, if e are to make that journey, we should be able to trust each other...
____________
You are suffering from delusions of adequacy.

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Romana
Romana


Responsible
Supreme Hero
Thx :D
posted February 19, 2002 12:54 PM

Romana is looking a bit suspicious ...She never trusted anyone before except for Gea..But decides to tell her story anyway..It has been too long since she found new friends.

-I was working in an Arena ..Curing the fighters and I sometimes had to influence fights with my slow-ability.
I was forced to do so ...by an evil man named Duath..
But a few days ago I found a way out and have been fleeing ever since. Until I found your group and Vaho..

She smiles at Vaho..They have really become friends.

-I'm on a quest to find my beloved but I'm in no hurry so I'll join your group in the mean time..I lost him before Duath captured me..

She drifts away in her thoughts thinking of her happy days with her beloved and a tear shines in her eye...

-HEY...What about me!!!!

Gea is looking really sad that Romana hasn't mentioned her yet

-Oh ..I'm sorry sweety..I rescued Gea from one of Duath's henchmen and we've been best friends ever since..
I really don't know what I would do without you honey!!

Gea comes closer to her and gives her a hug and a kiss

-I love you too..hihihihihihih


____________
The darkest skies show the brightest stars

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Slava14
Slava14


Promising
Famous Hero
I am 16 now....
posted February 19, 2002 08:12 PM

...In the rough lands...

... as the ghost was moving through the rough lands, the thoughts of a completely abandoned land didn't leave her head.

  Not expecting anything the ghost was moving towards the village of the hobgoblins. But they weren't aware to her neither, thus were as loud as always.

"You creep!!! Give me back my money or I'll cut your damned throat!!!" a loud shout spreaded, getting towards the ears of the wraith.

  The ghost stated moving towards where the voice came from. after 10 minutes she came close to a crater, not a wide one, but big enough to give a cover to the village.

   The village was describing it's inhabitans perfectly - the houses had no order, they were old, as if they will fall in a couple of seconds, the were dirty, and, if to look closer, blood stains were all aver the walls - both inside and outside.

   At the moment of the arrival of the wraith the two hbgoblins she haerd already fought, and the one who demanded money won.

  The ghost decided to sneak close to the most good looking building - that is the house of the leader. As she got closer she heard loud voices from inside:

"I saw it! The whole pack with that traitor were killed by a man and a hobbit!" said a frightened weak voice

"No way! Even though I despise them, they are some of my best fighters. You're a liar! Tell me the truth I want to know it!" a powerful voice almost shouted when saying that

"I'm tellin' the truth! The man had this Giant sword!"

"No! You are a liar... you 'll die for that"

A shout was heard, and then came silence...
____________
I'm always happy to help.. unless I'm helping myself.

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
ACC
ACC


Adventuring Hero
Enemy of the Efreet
posted February 20, 2002 05:24 AM

ACC awoke in a world he did not know, or want to know.

"Where am I?", ACC wonders as he struggles to get up

He looked around. It seemed as if he was in a palace, once inhabited, but long since deserted. Though still in working order, he was alone in the giant building.

Venturing out into the open, ACC soon realized that he was in an elemental conflux. It was a huge spawling kingdom, perhaps once inhabited by some great leader, but now only the wind rustled through.

Exiting the kingdom, ACC realized what was happening.  

The war with the efreet was over. Efreeti had begun to dominate the area all around the ruins of Loxlia and the areas surrounding the conflux and had wiped out all remaining of his kind, he was the last genie left.

How had this all happened? ACC needed some answers, and knew the most likely place they could be found.

Off to the Tower of the Magi...
 

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
RMS
RMS


Responsible
Legendary Hero
-ing yummy foods
posted February 21, 2002 01:01 AM
Edited By: RMS on 3 Mar 2002

"Today marks the 50 year aniverssary of the fall of Queen Fijonia. The first great war has been lost on our side. Tales are still sung about the great six of the Nature's Call band, but only by those who seek their own deaths. As you know, only four of the original six remain living today.

The world is in chaos, young one. Nature has called you to her bidding. You are the chosen one. You will lead the second, a successful band of warriors to end all battles. It is your destiny. You may choose to seek out the heroes of old, but I warn you that if they have not been imprisoned or tortured to death yet by one of the perverse ruling factions in the modern world, it will be no simply task toseek them out. However, you have an extra ace up your sleeve. You come forward in the name of the good of all those who live on this planet, seeking a better life.

In modern times, there are new heroes. However, this new generation consists of youngfolk, and despite the abilities of a select few, even in the daily struggle of life and death, they are highly inexperienced. I suggest you seek out those that you know you can trust. Believe in yourself, and when you find them, you will know. Do take this piece of advice though, before you take yor leave. Those that appear closest to you may be more dangerous than your strongest rivals, as a rabbit wanders mistakenly into a dragon's cave.

Come, it is time. This is not idle time for talk. When the time is right, you shall learn more. Destiniy is in your hands."

"Yes, sensei."


With that, a beautiful figure pulls up his hood and turns towards the door. In just a glance, not even the deepest rooted beauty can conceal the hardships ethched into the scars on his face, and sweat of his brows.

Once the door is behind him, an old wizened figure gets up from the shadows of his chair, and walks over to a gigantic mirror protruding from the wall.
____________
This space for rent.

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Conn
Conn


Responsible
Famous Hero
God slayer
posted February 21, 2002 11:00 PM

Conn sat on the throne, listening to the reports of his advisers. His expedition had been successful. It resulted in the signing of a peace treaty with the hobbits, and the destruction of the warlock and the danger he posed. Still, he his face was dark, for the reports from the borders were not good. The fights between the freeliches and the Necromancer Guild were raging ever more violent, catching the villages at the border in between. The regiments sent to protect them couldn’t keep up with the destruction left in the wake of the undead. Conn decided to send three more regiments of soldiers, even though he knew he was only adding to the numbers of the undead. He had no other choice, at least not yet…At the southern borders orcs were operating, raiding the villages and the people around. Most of his troops were mobilized for the northern front, and there were little troops left to send in the sound. And as if this wasn’t enough, a report had been received from the southern forts, regarding a small band of strange creatures entering the town of Levat on the shore by way of magic…


“Ramrod! Get in here, you ugly frog!” the ECF agent shouted.

“Yes, master. What will you want me to do?” he was a sorry little creature. His mother had been an elf, who was unfortunate to get caught by a band of orcs. She had been lucky enough to die giving birth to him…

”I have assigned the newcomer to the 5th caravan. Have one of our most trusted men on that caravan also, I want to know everything he does. Report to me only, do you understand?” said the agent. “ He will be a useful asset to have in this unlucky times”…

____________
Whatever does not kill us, only makes us stronger

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
SirDunco
SirDunco


Responsible
Supreme Hero
posted February 22, 2002 12:34 AM

Meanwhile in the drow forest

Ramulus now sitting by the prison window is confused. He sees his master and friends but can't get in. He scratches his head but then he hears a voice.

"Ramulus!"

The dog twiches and looks at the window. There he sees Ronant and Sir Dunco looking at him. He put's up his ears and listens

"Aringot en thiranith!" Ronant Comands
"I didn't know that u speak the old-language." SirDunco says
"Well he does as i do, bu now just let me finish." Ronant replies

Ramulus seems now as if he was in a trance and listens to Ronant.

"Ariangot yer thirinthus wuh quirin. Juslin ir fronh uo grenith. Ret eres hol yer kilnt u rind!"

The dog shakes his head as to show he understands. He runs into the guard house and he sees the guards there. Using a cunning trick he manaeges to get ahold of their keys. He then, before theguards realize it start running to the prison door. He hands the keys to Ronant who opens the door. But too late! The guars have allready caught up to them! They start firing arrows at the group which is running out the other door. 1 of the arrows hit Ronant in the leg and the other Sir Dunco in the back. They run with all their reamaining strenght to the forest and out of the camp...  
____________

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Oldtimer
Oldtimer


Honorable
Supreme Hero
Please leave a message after..
posted February 22, 2002 07:21 AM

...in the drow forrest...

The hooded archer comes upons a grizzly scene in the drow village.  Two dark elves have been skinned alive, crying and begging for death, the pair are being ravaged by the town dogs.  Using his ocular ruby, the wildelf can tell that they only have minutes of life left.  With a pity that he thought he had lost, he slit their throats.

"What was their crime?" he asked a youth who had witnessed the scene.

"They let an important captive escape." replied the youth.

"Oh? And who does a drow take captive instead of kill?"

"Some elf knight.  I guess the nobles want him for some reason.  It goes to show, never leave your enemies alive."

"Which way did they escape?"

"Off into the wood, but these are powerful folk, it would be hard for our trackers to match their woodcraft.  I fear that this town will be ill used by the nobles.  I only hope that the execution of those incompetants will appease them."

"So the betrayer is free.  He will not match my woodcraft, that I promise."  The archer hands the youth a gem wrapped in a green leaf, "Here.  Leave this place, go deep in the wildwood.  When you are caught, and you will be, give this leaf to your captive and say, 'An orcslayer says he is chasing a betrayer, but he will come home someday.'  Then tell them all that you know.  They will give you more money and help you move your family, and you will have a place with us."

Greenleaf looked into the heart of this young drow and knew that he would be a loyal companion.  Maybe this hidious ruby had some benefits after all.  Beware SirBetrayer, you are hunted still.
____________
<PLEASE DO NOT WAKE THE OLD MAN!>

"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Oldtimer
Oldtimer


Honorable
Supreme Hero
Please leave a message after..
posted February 24, 2002 01:37 AM

...in the Southern Swamps...

Jack awoke with a scream.

He cannot feel his hand.  He looks down, and where his hand should have been he sees his family sword.  Some how it had been fused to his wrist.  Jack struggles to remember what exactly happened.  He remembered leading his regiment against the swamps witch’s beasts.  He remembers having his priest call down the powers of heaven as he and his crusaders fought and destroyed the vile beasts of the witch.  His brothers’ cries as the poison coursed through their veins.  The horses dying in the gaze of those hideous cows. Archers exchanging shots with the frogmen, but most of all he remembers a great victory.  The last thing he remembers is the witch’s final curse as he plunged his sword into her heart.  “As you destroy my way of life, you shall always remember that you live by the sword and when your sword breaks so shall your life end.”

“Sir Jack,” came the voice of brother Josh, “I have healed your wounds, but there is a strong magic aura surrounding your sword.  I could try to remove the sword but we will not be able to save the hand.”

“Don’t.  The witch gave me her death curse.  I shall only live as long as my sword is whole.  She probably thought that you would remove the sword and unwittingly cause my death.”

“Yes, I can feel it now.  It is very subtle.  It is far beyond my meager arts.  We will have to wait until we reach the Cathedral and have the Holy Father look at it.”

“Give me a report.  How long have I been out?  How are my men?  What’s the status with the flanking army?”

“Sorry Sir, but you’ve been out for a week.  I took over command and we have destroyed the last of the beasts.  It seem that the witches did join together, as you said that they would but we were able to completely destroy their army here.  The witch that you killed seems to have been the leader of the coven, when she died she drained the magic out of her sisters and we were able to kill all 12 of the remaining witches.  Some of their servants tried to counter attack but we caught them and routed them completely.  You have achieved total victory.”  Brother Josh smiled, “I took the liberty to read your orders and have the work gangs draining this swamp as we speak.  In a couple months this will be prime farmland for the work gangs to plant.  There are no more witches in the south and I would be surprised to ever see their like again.”

“Good, you did the right thing.  Send a messenger to the capitol; get an occupation and work force here.  I don’t want men doing the job as long as we have captive elves and orcs around, some centaurs would be good too.  I hate to ruin a good horse.”

Jack looked over the butcher’s bill and knew that he had been lucky not to lose more men.  He reached up to scratch his head and barely stopped before he realized the sword was attached to his arm.  He looked down at the family blade.   ”When your sword breaks so shall your life end.”  The ancient gladius is a magic sword that has been in his family for over 1000 years.  It is forever sharp and cannot be chipped, Jack wonders what sort of curse the witch has given him, for he will wait a long time for this sword to break.  Thank heavens that his sword is a gladius instead of the broadsword that most of the crusaders seem to favor.  At least he can still get around.

____________
<PLEASE DO NOT WAKE THE OLD MAN!>

"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
SirDunco
SirDunco


Responsible
Supreme Hero
posted February 24, 2002 06:47 AM

In the woods...

after running the group stops. Sir Dunco falls down as does Ronant.

"Agh!!Stupid drow arrows!!"Ronant yells

"We must go on! They must have sent someone after us.
Hopefully it's one of them and not an outsider." Vilenith says.

"Whoever they are they will catch us if we stay here. That's for sure." Montrion says.

"What do we do with them?" He then asks and points at Sir Dunco and Ronant.

"They must come with us. That's the only chance they have to survive." Vilenith answers."Can you walk?" He asks Dunco and Ronant

"Somewhat." Ronant answers "How about u Dunco?" He asks

"You go on." Sir Dunco says after a pause "I deserve to die for what i have done and atleast this way i will die fighting the enemy. At least i'll fight for the queen..." He says and then stares at the ground.

"You idiot!!! Pick ur self up!" Vilenith says " Haven'tu listened to Oldtimer? Even he sayd it was hardly your fault. Listen if ur going to think like this u might as well as jump into a lake. Now let's g we must get back to the boats to find our equpment."

Vilenith then comes to Ronant. He takes the arrow out of his leg.

"Auuuuuuu!!" Ronant yells

"Don't worry, u can stand a little pain."

He then picks takes a cuple of leafs puts them on the wound takes a little of old cloth and wraps them there.

"There now get up!" He tells him."Now for you Dunco." He says turning to him

"No need." Sir Dunco says holding the blodied arrow in his hand."Just put something on the wound and we can go."

Vileniht does the same thing he did to Ronant to Dunco and the group goes of, Ramulus in the lead going to the boats.

____________

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
wizardboy
wizardboy


Known Hero
Look ma!..a glowing ball...
posted February 24, 2002 07:28 AM

the coming...

on a plateau somewhere

a vortex opened and beings of pure air stepped through. Troops of air kept pouring from the vortex and after two hours an massive army of beings of air stood atop the plateau.

Their leader stood near the edge of the plateau which overlooks a couple of twons that belongs to the now scattered human forces. The airy figure is followed by a couple other beings of air who seem to have a status around the other air elementals.

"we will establish our base here" said their leader "and find me the ONE or their dencendent and bring him to me immediately"

"Your wish is my command, My Queen" replied one of the generals.

The queen of Air stood looking over the scattered human towns and she began scheming on how to take these towns with the minimal of loss. Pathetic was the first impression that the humnas gave the goddess...the great race of this world had finally come to an end. The child of air will rule once again in this world.

in weissschwanburg

Katrina finally arrived to her room in the castle that had been her home for only eight years. she spend the last couple of hours paying visits to local taverns to catch up on the latest news of what's goin on in this part of the land.

maids came to her room filling hot water to the bathtub and putting scented herbs and flowers to her bath making her filling soothed already. When she was about to put her foot to the water a strong shock came from the ring knocking her head first towards the bathtub. she struggled for a moment and finally sat there on the bath calmed down. the past feew days had being really weird. On her way coming to the castle she noticed a couple of ragbags following her...and when their tried to lunge at her with knives they were knocked back to the walls as if they struck the very heart of a hurricane and the other day when she was pushed by someone from the top of the a tower she landed without bruises. usually she doesn't gave her treasures away but she will make an exception on this one. Now where was this boy again??
____________
Where do u go when you have gone too far?

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Daemoniumm
Daemoniumm


Hired Hero
Lord of Destruction and Terror
posted February 25, 2002 08:06 PM
Edited By: Daemoniumm on 25 Feb 2002

...Meanwhile, somewhere in Hell...

...A demon watches them through a dark sphere. He is surrounded by lesser demons and evil priests.

"Interesting."

He chuckles while keeps watching.
____________
"Your soul is the chest of your entire life... and I am the keeper of the key." -Daemoniumm

 Send Instant Message | Send E-Mail | View Profile | Quote Reply | Link
Jump To: « Prev Thread . . . Next Thread » This thread is 11 pages long: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 · «PREV / NEXT»
Post New Poll    Post New Topic    Post New Reply

Page compiled in 0.0651 seconds