ive been writing for my skools language magazine (not my idea) its slightly more subtle but it 'aint half bad' id gladly compare ideas with you Aevis if u like. Just tell me and ill post what ive done so far.
story I am working on
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THE WARRIOR.
The sun rolled across the early morning sky. The patchiness of the morning sky gave the horizon a hazy finish with the sun piecing to the ground at odd moments brightening the area.
The area was a standard low-land valley with a coarse dirt track running from the small farming village at the tip of the valley to the un-pure fortress to wards the western sea. On the steeper side of the valley a lone figure crouched behind a small coarse bush. The figure in context was a warrior bound to the kings standard and had be sent here for a soon to be gruesome task. The warrior had been tracking a group of tarren escorts and a courier, he’d followed them from a small fort two valleys over to their present position the item the courier was carrying was his objective and he had to intercepted it before the information on the scroll reached the fortress at the end of the valley. He had performed these sorts of tasks before but none of them had been guarded this fiercely. He estimated, from a distance, that there where nine escorts and the courier. He swept along the valley to a patch of trees close to the road to get a better look at the vile creatures.
He positioned himself is a small ditch about fifty yards from the track and waited. Soon enough he heard the heavy footed march of the tarren squad the nine escorts were in a tight box formation around the courier and the Kings warrior caught a good glimpse at the one that came closest to him. The escorts were not of high order of tarren and stood around five foot tall with dark leathery skin and were hunched. Tarren were not unlike men in the biological structure and were stockaly built with large knotted muscles in the arms and bulging biceps but although their physical appearance was intimidating they were low enough order to be considered weak fighters. The alliance soldier also noticed how weak their amour looked. All of them were wearing shoddy leather amour with no shoes. Most of them were armed with short swords but 2 had a spear on their back.
The warrior now moved to attack; he was a skilled fighter and always worked with the same group of weapons. He was armed with five silver throwing daggers that he kept in notches on his belt, also on his belt were two larger daggers with inverted hand guards. The purpose of these were for stabbing and slashing either silently or in close quarters. In a sheath on his back he had a long curved, single edge sword know as a katana that he used for heavy hacking of multiple enemies. His final weapon was short bow he cherished very much and he had for most for his army career. He was highly skilled with all of his armaments but now he would put his skills to the test.
The soldier stepped out behind the group un be known to them and silently crept up behind the escort at the back right of the group. When he came within one pace of the tarren he drew one of his daggers, stood up and all in one movement grabbed the beast round the neck and plunged the dagger into its back he let go and the recipient of the blow dropped to the floor. The other fighters looked round in amazement, the ones closest to him drew their swords and started towards their enemy. The warrior stepped back. The two tarren were now staggered, the first one raised his blade. The warrior drew his other dagger. The sword came down at him but he blocked and held the sword between one of the dagger guard’s and the main blade. He thrust the other dagger into the stomach of creature and putrid black blood was expelled from the victim’s mouth. He repeated the process with the other attacker with the same avail. The enemy were now more cautious when attacking two others now drew the swords and moved to opposite sides of the warrior flanking him. The soldier re-sheathed his daggers and drew two short throwing daggers. He held them at their tip and paused. Simultaneously the two tarren advanced on him. With a flick of his wrist he sent the two blades flying towards the beasts. Both daggers met their mark and inflicted gashes across the side of their victim’s head lodging at the back of the skull both of them dropped to the floor, dead.
The two tarren with spears drew their weapons and prepared to try and stab their foe. The warrior unsheathed his sword and held it vertically with two hands two inches from his face, he paused, the enemy on his right stepped forward to jab the warrior, he quickly turned 360? and with a clean upward swipe sliced the end of the spear of with ease, he proceeded to leap high and kick the stunned beast in the neck. The creature fell back and died with a collapsed throat. The warrior spun just in time to parry the stab of the other opponent with his foot connecting with the shaft just behind the tip, the beast was knocked side ways and in the same movement the warrior decapitated the creature before it had time to recover. Two tarren and the courier remained. The two soldiers moved in front of the courier to defend him and his delivery, the courier paused and pulled a small black pipe from his belt he blew into it. A high-pitched screaming noise filled the valley. The warrior now knew reinforcements would be on the way and he had to act fast. The final two were quickly slaughtered with several sweeps of a sword. All that remained was the courier. The warrior looked around, but saw no one. Then of in the distance he could just make out a dark speck running along the track. The warrior plunged his sword into the dry rough dirt and drew his bow and an arrow. He notched one of the arrows drew back the string, took aim and let fly. The arrow whistled through the air and struck the fleeing courier with a satisfying thud. The figure in the distance fell forever-silent silent.
The warrior took a moment to regain control of his mind. He then took from his belt a long brown horn similar to that of an ox’s horn. He blew into it low. A low droning sound echoed off the hills of the valley. The intentions of this were to summon the warrior’s steed and sure enough down the side of one of the hills a jet-black beast could be seen rocketing towards its master.
All warriors choose a steed to fit their race personality. This warrior’s steed was a warg. A warg was an animal not found in the area of county it was in now the only place warg's could be found was in the near deserted Plaguelands of the north. The beast was not unlike a wolf although it was about twice the size. It still had the same build and the same strength but wargs had the ability to sprint for miles and miles without tiring the slightest.
Presently the warg arrived at his master and was greeted by the warrior’s warm dark hand. After pausing for a few moments the warrior mounted his steed and grabbed the single simple rein found on the wargs back. The warrior directed the warg with ease and experience. The pair made a tight loop around the bodies and rode though the center of them. As they passed the corpses with the dagger wounds the warrior lent down towards the ground and with two successive swipes he plucked his daggers from the skulls of his victims. The warrior gave a slight nudge and the warg sped along the road towards the dead courier. When they arrived the rider dismounted and plucked the scroll from the hands of the dead tarren. He paused. He could hear something in the distance but he dismissed it as nothing.
please submit ideasand feedback.i could use some names as i feel ive copied over text to much.(please excuse poor spelling and grammar i prof read this once)
The sun rolled across the early morning sky. The patchiness of the morning sky gave the horizon a hazy finish with the sun piecing to the ground at odd moments brightening the area.
The area was a standard low-land valley with a coarse dirt track running from the small farming village at the tip of the valley to the un-pure fortress to wards the western sea. On the steeper side of the valley a lone figure crouched behind a small coarse bush. The figure in context was a warrior bound to the kings standard and had be sent here for a soon to be gruesome task. The warrior had been tracking a group of tarren escorts and a courier, he’d followed them from a small fort two valleys over to their present position the item the courier was carrying was his objective and he had to intercepted it before the information on the scroll reached the fortress at the end of the valley. He had performed these sorts of tasks before but none of them had been guarded this fiercely. He estimated, from a distance, that there where nine escorts and the courier. He swept along the valley to a patch of trees close to the road to get a better look at the vile creatures.
He positioned himself is a small ditch about fifty yards from the track and waited. Soon enough he heard the heavy footed march of the tarren squad the nine escorts were in a tight box formation around the courier and the Kings warrior caught a good glimpse at the one that came closest to him. The escorts were not of high order of tarren and stood around five foot tall with dark leathery skin and were hunched. Tarren were not unlike men in the biological structure and were stockaly built with large knotted muscles in the arms and bulging biceps but although their physical appearance was intimidating they were low enough order to be considered weak fighters. The alliance soldier also noticed how weak their amour looked. All of them were wearing shoddy leather amour with no shoes. Most of them were armed with short swords but 2 had a spear on their back.
The warrior now moved to attack; he was a skilled fighter and always worked with the same group of weapons. He was armed with five silver throwing daggers that he kept in notches on his belt, also on his belt were two larger daggers with inverted hand guards. The purpose of these were for stabbing and slashing either silently or in close quarters. In a sheath on his back he had a long curved, single edge sword know as a katana that he used for heavy hacking of multiple enemies. His final weapon was short bow he cherished very much and he had for most for his army career. He was highly skilled with all of his armaments but now he would put his skills to the test.
The soldier stepped out behind the group un be known to them and silently crept up behind the escort at the back right of the group. When he came within one pace of the tarren he drew one of his daggers, stood up and all in one movement grabbed the beast round the neck and plunged the dagger into its back he let go and the recipient of the blow dropped to the floor. The other fighters looked round in amazement, the ones closest to him drew their swords and started towards their enemy. The warrior stepped back. The two tarren were now staggered, the first one raised his blade. The warrior drew his other dagger. The sword came down at him but he blocked and held the sword between one of the dagger guard’s and the main blade. He thrust the other dagger into the stomach of creature and putrid black blood was expelled from the victim’s mouth. He repeated the process with the other attacker with the same avail. The enemy were now more cautious when attacking two others now drew the swords and moved to opposite sides of the warrior flanking him. The soldier re-sheathed his daggers and drew two short throwing daggers. He held them at their tip and paused. Simultaneously the two tarren advanced on him. With a flick of his wrist he sent the two blades flying towards the beasts. Both daggers met their mark and inflicted gashes across the side of their victim’s head lodging at the back of the skull both of them dropped to the floor, dead.
The two tarren with spears drew their weapons and prepared to try and stab their foe. The warrior unsheathed his sword and held it vertically with two hands two inches from his face, he paused, the enemy on his right stepped forward to jab the warrior, he quickly turned 360? and with a clean upward swipe sliced the end of the spear of with ease, he proceeded to leap high and kick the stunned beast in the neck. The creature fell back and died with a collapsed throat. The warrior spun just in time to parry the stab of the other opponent with his foot connecting with the shaft just behind the tip, the beast was knocked side ways and in the same movement the warrior decapitated the creature before it had time to recover. Two tarren and the courier remained. The two soldiers moved in front of the courier to defend him and his delivery, the courier paused and pulled a small black pipe from his belt he blew into it. A high-pitched screaming noise filled the valley. The warrior now knew reinforcements would be on the way and he had to act fast. The final two were quickly slaughtered with several sweeps of a sword. All that remained was the courier. The warrior looked around, but saw no one. Then of in the distance he could just make out a dark speck running along the track. The warrior plunged his sword into the dry rough dirt and drew his bow and an arrow. He notched one of the arrows drew back the string, took aim and let fly. The arrow whistled through the air and struck the fleeing courier with a satisfying thud. The figure in the distance fell forever-silent silent.
The warrior took a moment to regain control of his mind. He then took from his belt a long brown horn similar to that of an ox’s horn. He blew into it low. A low droning sound echoed off the hills of the valley. The intentions of this were to summon the warrior’s steed and sure enough down the side of one of the hills a jet-black beast could be seen rocketing towards its master.
All warriors choose a steed to fit their race personality. This warrior’s steed was a warg. A warg was an animal not found in the area of county it was in now the only place warg's could be found was in the near deserted Plaguelands of the north. The beast was not unlike a wolf although it was about twice the size. It still had the same build and the same strength but wargs had the ability to sprint for miles and miles without tiring the slightest.
Presently the warg arrived at his master and was greeted by the warrior’s warm dark hand. After pausing for a few moments the warrior mounted his steed and grabbed the single simple rein found on the wargs back. The warrior directed the warg with ease and experience. The pair made a tight loop around the bodies and rode though the center of them. As they passed the corpses with the dagger wounds the warrior lent down towards the ground and with two successive swipes he plucked his daggers from the skulls of his victims. The warrior gave a slight nudge and the warg sped along the road towards the dead courier. When they arrived the rider dismounted and plucked the scroll from the hands of the dead tarren. He paused. He could hear something in the distance but he dismissed it as nothing.
please submit ideasand feedback.i could use some names as i feel ive copied over text to much.(please excuse poor spelling and grammar i prof read this once)
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"So, what are you in for",? Mave asked dully.
"Are you def?, I was wandering thru the palace and the kings jewels just happened to fall into my lap, oh by the way, my name is Felix", Felix said
Mave an d Felix both shared a cell for many days. Mave still would not speak after hearing about the boys arrest. He occaisionally glanced out of the window and saw how the land was being slowly destroyed, the sky was dark, the crops were dying, even the small rebellion created to overthrow xander had been wiped out long ago....
"Are you def?, I was wandering thru the palace and the kings jewels just happened to fall into my lap, oh by the way, my name is Felix", Felix said
Mave an d Felix both shared a cell for many days. Mave still would not speak after hearing about the boys arrest. He occaisionally glanced out of the window and saw how the land was being slowly destroyed, the sky was dark, the crops were dying, even the small rebellion created to overthrow xander had been wiped out long ago....