Khyn
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Post by Khyn on Oct 7, 2009 19:32:00 GMT -5
This is not a role play thread. this is me posting stories mentioned in the other thread. If you want a story contact me in the other thread.
Cirrus Talks
The heat of the sun was stolen by the blowing autumn wind. I hunch under the blanket, but it doesn’t help. The wagon lurches and jumps because of the uneven ground, but supplies must be brought from the town nearby. I would have rather fought 10 swordsmen than go on another supply trip, but the Wise Son said it was my turn. Thankfully I am not alone. Cirrus is willing to talk while the fox is sleeping and curled next to him as he drives the horses. Ahead is the bridge over the river and the town is only a few leagues away. From my perch on top of the wagon, I see the tree that is lying across the road.
“Trouble ahead. Bandits have put a tree across the road before the bridge.” I take my spear in hand, but keep it out of sight. Cirrus adjusts the reins so that he can draw his swords if the need comes. The fox continues to sleep.
“Ye let me do the talkin’. I don’t want ta waste time fekkin’ killin’ if I don’ have to.” Cirrus slowed the pace of the horses as we neared the felled tree. As expected, two figures stepped into view. They were sloppily dressed in furs, but did not have the beards common among the northern raiders. The weapons they held looked like the ones used by soldiers of our realm. “Well it’s a fine day ta be robbin people, don’ ye think? If I was robbin folk, I’d want a day like today.”
“Shut up and pay the toll.” The soldier moved closer, and his companion moved to the side of the wagon. I smelled two more hiding high in the trees. This wasn’t a fight that could be one easily, but I readied myself to fight the soldier circling the wagon. The fox snorted in her sleep.
“Ye know I’ll not be payin’ any toll. What I will do is be on meh way, and I might not tell your boss the Dark Man that yer harassin folk. I’d bet he’s trying to keep his plans quiet right now, and you boys are fekkin it up.” I’m not sure how Cirrus was able to know the highwaymen were soldiers of the Dark Man, but it caught them off guard. The fox stretched and yawned just as the two bowmen in the tree burst into flame. “See there. Ye pissed off the kitsune. Now, you still wanna fight? Or should we be on our way?”
“Sorry, sir.” They moved the tree and let us pass without any further trouble. As we rode along the road to town, I thought about the highwaymen. Campfire stories were whispered of the Dark Man, and how this Shade wandered the land seeking to reclaim his heart. Some said he was the spirit of a defeated lich king, but others told of a man who sold his soul to wander the earth bringing destruction. The story did not matter until today when soldiers of our realm acknowledged they worked for the Dark Man.
“How do you know the Dark Man?” I asked.
“I don’t, but Bijin smelled the private parts on ‘em. So, I told them what would scare ‘em the most.” The fox made a sound like quiet laughter.
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Khyn
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Post by Khyn on Oct 9, 2009 13:25:27 GMT -5
Another story for ya...
The Hunt
The autumn leaves drift to the ground like dripping fire. Movement must be right, or the prey will hear me too soon. Acorns are scattered across the forest floor, attracting many animals that may become our food. Ahead I smell a Two Tooth, eating with abandon.
It notices us, but the time has come. I thrust my spear at its flank, but it charges. The blade enters behind the shoulder and passes through the other side. Still it moves at me, ignoring the wound and trapping my weapon with its body. The sometimes Urk leaps onto the back of the Two Tooth and cuts its throat, killing it. He cut off one ear and tied it to his belt.
“Ya stab it again. Never jes once,” Melinko commented as he began to gut the animal. Bushes rustle as washovaki stepped into the clearing. The smell crashed into me like a wave. The jug they pass around reeks like spoiled laughing water.
“Ya greenskin bastards are stealin our food. Seen what yer kind did in tha fightin’ last spring, an I say you ain’t welcome ta hunt here.” Tall One, the leader, spoke in slurred words and brandished a sword pitted with rust. They smelled of four bodies, but another lurked in the woods. He was downwind and rank of dead that lies in the sun for days. “Step ‘way from the food, and we might not kill ya.”
“I am grey, and my people value wisdom. He is not always green, and shares our thoughts. The Muth says ‘if we must fight, we fight to end all fighting, but not to kill is better way.’ Come, share our meal. That way you will not die. We surround you.” Tall One laughed at this wisdom, and swung his sword at me. I stabbed the fat washovaki next to him in the throat, and blocked the swing with the shaft of my spear. Malinko ducked under the spear and disemboweled Tall One. As I pulled the blade from Fat Beard, I saw Dead Smell had shoved his dagger into the base of another’s skull.
We all turned to face Brown Pants. He threw down his jug and fled into the woods. He would most likely repeat a tale of monsters killing his friends at the nearest town. They kill without reason, and talk words that have no meaning. Why do they call us savage?
“Shahav, Tyr. Your help was convenient. Will you come to camp with us?” I slung the animal across my shoulders. It was not as big as I would have liked, but there may be others in the forest.
“I will be there….Later.” He turned to Brown Pant’s trail and began to hunt himself.
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Post by Ashalind Silverscale on Oct 9, 2009 18:46:34 GMT -5
I approve of these messages
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Tyr
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Post by Tyr on Oct 10, 2009 15:52:22 GMT -5
i think it will be a VERY VERY very long time before i ever return to camp...
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Post by Khyn on Oct 13, 2009 21:37:48 GMT -5
Another story!
The Walking Dead
The sun loped lazily to the horizon as we came to the old temple. A simple graveyard spread to the west. It was getting dark, and time to make camp. Wisdom lay in camping outdoors, where we could not be taken by surprise in the dark. Jarek thought camping among tombstones was a violation of the spirits. We decided to sleep inside the human temple instead. The door was locked, but Jarek swung the hammer Iron Paw and broke the door in two.
“We could have crawled in a window.” When the quiet archer spoke, it startled me. Tashum scanned the large, open room before stalking down the corridors to the left and the right. “No dark spirits here. Why are we looking for this orb of light, anyway?”
“Muth-la has given mothers wisdom. Fox-muth said the orb was needed to protect the caravan, so we go.” Searching the room for a suitable place to sleep for the night, we came across an old piece of dried skin, covered in the magic of written words. Tashum was able to read the words that are, but are not spoken.
“It’s an apology. The head priest seems to have left the temple in a hurry, and he left the letter explaining why. It mentions problems with creatures of the night, but doesn’t describe them with much detail.”
I took the second watch, when the night is the darkest. Waking me for my turn, Tashum was frantic. “They’ve come. Grab your weapon, the dead are walking!” Gathering my spear and axe, I kicked Jarek to wake him. His mind was filled with sleep, but he grabbed his hammer and was ready for battle before me. Tashum disappeared into the rafters with his bow. “Use the door as a choke point. They outnumber us, but we can hold them. I hope.”
“I was having a good dream, too. Gorram people not stayin’ dead.” The large warrior erupted in a cry of battle and rushed the door. Iron Paw whirled in deadly arcs crushing the chest of many of the walking dead. I ran many through with my spear, but they army never seemed to end. Arrows flew around us, dropping a host of bodies. The stink of the dead washovaki made me want to vomit.
“Across the field! The man holding the orb is raising the bodies. If we kill him, maybe this will end.” Jarek’s hammer flew at the dark figure. Dark Man ignored the hammer as it passed though him. He laughed like spiders spinning webs across rotten fruit.
“Tell that fox MACHINE GUN!!! she can have the orb when she pays me what she owes me.” Tashum let loose a spirit arrow and it struck his open hand. Uttering a curse, Dark Man disappeared like smoke made of shadow. The walking dead fell where they stood.
“Next time Bijinn wants something, she better send Cirrus. I’m sick of this Oi! 'Ew! Pink Skin!.”Jarek mumbled before finding his bed roll and returning to sleep.
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Khyn
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Post by Khyn on Oct 13, 2009 21:39:57 GMT -5
Sorry for the double post, but I got two stories done
The Protector
The soft glow of the dying sunlight floods the camp with feelings of tranquility and celebration. Meat roasts over open fires, and small ones run about, playing games. Many have been cutting the forest to prepare for winter, and it feels good to set tools down and laugh with friends. Across the way, Bojac has traded his axe for his drinking horn and swinging fire. Tongues of flame spin like two drunken windmills as small ones gather to point in wonder at this beautiful magic. His grim nature cracks and he allows himself to smile at the cheers. Around the big fire, the council gathers to discuss matters less jovial. The Muth Ashalind addresses those present, some are old friends, and some are new to our Republic.
“I know not all of you agree with the move to peace with the people of the northern mountains. When raids come from the northern mountains, they affect us all. They stir up border disputes that cost us year after year. We cannot continue to bury our people over this foolishness.” She stands firm, knowing those who will oppose the treaty with the invaders. Many on the council want to march upon the mountains as a large army, but others know aggression in the mountains will further the problems we have with the kingdom to the north. A councilman with a large mustache who I’ve never seen stands to speak.
“Is this how the free people deal with problems? I will not grovel at the feet of those who have taken OUR land from us. There is no peace to be had. Will they honor parchment when they believe our towns to be ripe for picking? I will not condone this cowardice.” Mutterings of agreement spread from one councilman to another. They say they will not be cowards, but they smell strongly of fear.
“Your concerns are noted, but the vote will decide how we proceed. That is our way.” I stand just outside the firelight, ready to help if the matters turn ugly. The council man turns on the Muth, his mustache shaking with rage. When she speaks she is defiant and will not back down. “Are you concerned for the safety of the free people? Perhaps you are worried that your men will no longer be pillaging dressed in fur, while claiming it to be the mountain men.”
Mustache’s reaction shocked us all. He did not deny the charges, but instead spat in the muth’s face. “I can take care of my men. Something I wouldn’t expect a woman to understand.” A tiny comet flew through the air and struck Mustache in the face. Bojac came rushing after his swinging fire, but before the tall urk could retrieve his lost fireball, Ashalind grabbed Mustache by the back of his hair. She held a knife to his throat.
“With my life, or with my death, I protect the free people. If the enemy comes from without, or if they are from within; I will defend my Family. Never show your face here again.” I then took him to the healers at her request. Mustache was cast from the council that night by vote, and I have never seen Bojac lose his fire since then.
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Post by Orrin None-son on Oct 14, 2009 16:06:41 GMT -5
Keep them coming. I am loving it.
If you like, we can get together soon, and get these worked onto the RAvenwood page somehow.
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Tyr
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Post by Tyr on Oct 14, 2009 16:44:20 GMT -5
I'm a walkin dead T.T
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Post by Eldrin the Black on Oct 14, 2009 17:46:32 GMT -5
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Post by Tyr on Oct 14, 2009 20:56:33 GMT -5
but still somehow better then you
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Post by Ilyia Wyst Shadowsbane on Oct 14, 2009 23:51:13 GMT -5
but still somehow better then you BAHAHAHAHA!!!! In what way?
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Khyn
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Post by Khyn on Jan 6, 2010 23:31:10 GMT -5
Sorry this has taken so long to post. I am wanting to post more stories leading up to Battle of the Broken Wheel. PM me if you want in on the story.
Fight at the Halfway Inn
Content conversation floats through the common room like fragrant pipe smoke. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been to Halfway Inn. The Clan purchased the Inn when it was held together by termites and mold, and now it stands a cozy, if humble, stopping point along the main road.
“ ‘Bout time you got here. I’ve set up a room in the back for the meeting, and a server will bring the food in a little bit,” Dangar greeted us as we made our way through the common room. Our Clan brother had taken care of the Inn better than could be expected. Not everyone in the small town accepted the idea of a business owned and operated by “greyskins”.
“Shashav. Road is long today,” Orrin replied as we weaved through the tables, chairs and occasional patron. The multi-purpose room was lit by a single candle and the shutters closed to the setting sun. The flame flickered as the door shut, shifting the shadows of the room. A lean figure came into the light as if he were a spirit summoned from the nearby forest.
“Greetings. I am needed elsewhere, so my time here will be brief. The Man of Shadows has been working among the Lords as you suspected. He plays upon their needs to gather support for his cause, and the separatists are therefore a wide group within the Republic. Some join for personal glory, others for greed. Some fight because they wish to bathe in the chaos and harvest the fear of the common citizen. These are not to be feared, but another segment fights from a sense of justice. They want the land to be reborn as a better land. They are not monsters, they are good men who believe that what they do is right. I do not envy the war that paces your doorstep.” The elf’s harsh words were spoken like a rustle of leaves. When he had spoken his observations, he laid a packet on the table. “A shipment of arms passes north of here next month. Please pass this on to my family. They are gifts from home.”
The door opened as a young woman entered the room carrying a tray with two bowls of stew and a loaf of dark bread. As the tray was placed on the table, the elf disappeared like a breeze through the trees. The food reminds me of my younger days, although I can’t say why. “This is not washovaki cook. It is not over spiced.” My question was answered before I could ask it.
A cacophony of breaking plates and mugs brings us to the main room where a soldier was holding another server in the air by her throat. “I don’t care what you think you are. I know you. You are a whore: you are MY whore. I can’t believe you’d choose these Piss Eyes.”
“Take Your Filthy Hand Off The Muth.” Orrin crossed the room, side stepping, sliding past, and bounding over chairs and tables. He stood facing the soldiers while Dangar moved into place behind them. I moved to intercept the route to the door. “If you leave now, I will kill you before I turn your skin into uncomfortable boots.” The soldier let go of the Muth and tried to shove the Urk, but seemed to miss as Orrin ducked under the hands and smashed the nose of the soldier with his forehead. His comrades rose with violent intent. Orrin ducked around the collapsing soldier, grabbed a fistful of hair of the next warrior, and tossed him though a window. Dangar broke a keg of water across the head and shoulders of another. A lazy hook allows me the opportunity to grab the soldier and take him to the ground.
In the bedlam that followed, it became difficult to separate friend from foe. Some locals fought the Separatist soldiers, some fought us because of racial hate, and still others fought because they were defending themselves. At one point I saw a dwarf with a mug in one hand and a table leg in the other. He moved about the room randomly smashing the knees of anyone not paying attention. Eventually, we were able to restore order to the Inn, but not before the soldiers slipped away.
“This mess will take most of the weekend to clean. Was it really worth it? What do we gain from planning this violence? It doesn't make sense, Khyn.” Dangar sighed in frustration, as he wiped stew from a broken table.
“They will not raid near this town. Instead, they will focus on us as we move farther south. Also, I dropped one of Bijin’s seeing stones into the pocket of a Separatist soldier. We will be able to track their movements more clearly than before.” I replied as I pressed a cloth to a cut over the eye of a local farmer.
“You think like washavoki. I do not know if you help the Clan more than you make us like the lying dog’s teeth. I trusted the priest, so maybe you will make a good Urkzimuthi.” Orrin spoke up as he cradled the limp form of the unconscious server. Heavy footsteps crossed the room and stopped a few feet away.
“I never cared for the place before. I like the way you grey boys party.” Bishop the dwarf grinned as he walked out the front door still carrying the table leg.
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Post by Khyn on Feb 23, 2010 1:08:54 GMT -5
This one is kinda long. Hope ya'll like it.
Attack on Ft. Galden Pt.1 The bonfire rose into a pillar of angry flame, painting all around it in red and shadow. Figures gathered around the fire in wild revere. They danced between fury and darkness, embracing the glory of Chaos. A war council gathered on one side, led by a tall figure that was as white as a frozen corpse. The Shadow Man stepped into the faint light, and approached the Pizbur.
“Greetings, Forsaken One. Many thanks to you for agreeing to this meeting. As you know, the fort of Galden is under siege from my troops. The garrison is unable to protect the nearby towns, but I cannot capitalize on this advantage.”
“Why do you think I would commit my troops? You need the supplies in those towns, take them yourself. We are not a delivery service.”
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“How did we get stuck in this backwoods shat hole?” Melinko called out as he shoved another undead off the garrison walls.
“Towns near here. We get people out. Not go as planned,” Bojac replied. With a roar, he brought his large axe around his body and cut an enemy in half before kicking another off the wall. His attention elsewhere, three more rushed to attack. Bojac held back the advance using his axe held horizontally in a wide grip. “Look like Zombies. Fight like wolves,” observed Bojac as Melinko slipped past the line.
“This Shadow is really starting to piss me off.” Melinko replied as he decapitated the line. “Thankfully, we aren’t far from the Land of Sunless Days. Khyn should be able to bring reinforcements soon.”
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The smith swung his hammer in quick arcs as he advanced. The goblins darted in and out of his range, but couldn’t get close enough to hit him without losing their own life. Behind him, the village burned as looters ran through the streets with savage glee. A lone figure approached the fight with a bored expression on his face. “You worthless bootlicking snagas can’t take a single smith by yourself? Smith, your town has fallen. Lay down your hammers and stand aside.”
“This is the forge of my fathers. This is the home that will be given to my children so that I can become a grandfather. I can’t defend the town, but I will defend what’s mine.” A goblin, thinking the smith was distracted, rushed him from behind. Without taking his eyes from the swordsman, the smith whirled the hammer across the goblin’s jaw. The goblin collapsed in a limp heap as his jaw was shattered. Kurai grinned, showing his elongated canines. Moving in a blur of speed, Kurai engaged the smith. The hammers fell time and again, but only glanced off the vampire’s shield. Kurai’s movements circled the smith, blade flashing in a hypnotic pattern that would scratch the skin of the smith. Bleeding from several cuts, the smith bumped into the wall behind him. Surprised by the unexpected barrier, the smith was caught off guard for one critical moment. Kurai seized the opportunity to run the smith through, and pinned him to the wall like a butterfly on display.
“Don’t worry, the wound isn’t lethal if you stay still.” Kurai whispered in the smith’s ear. “You will die, but after my men have taken what we need. Your home will be torn apart, the forge destroyed, and you will be left here wondering when I decide is a good time to kill you. You see, fear is a delicious marinade.” Laughing, he ordered the house destroyed.
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Khyn saw smoke in the distance. It was too early in the day for a bonfire. A breeze drifted along the road bringing the smell of burning wood. The smell wasn’t right, and it dawned on Khyn what smell was out of place. Barely noticeable at this distance, even to an Urk’s sensitive nose, was the smell of burning flesh. Increasing his speed, Khyn raced against time to reach the town before all was lost.
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Post by Khyn on Feb 23, 2010 1:10:38 GMT -5
Attack on Ft. Galden Pt.2
Oddayin crept along the shadows of this simple chapel. An altar shared by the faiths of the village stood at the far end. The limp form of a child lay across the altar as a figure in armor wept a prayer of lament.
“You are looking for answers. The gods have not failed you, they lost interest. You can find meaning in the loss. Dry your eyes and join us. Our leader was once Forsaken like yourself.” Oddayin spoke softly as he shambled down the aisle. The holy warrior turned, pain branded on his face.
“I left home so many times. There was always one more mission, and every time I left to strike down evil, my son was left without a parent. I wanted a world that was a better world for him. I wasn’t hear when he needed me most.” Regret filled the voice of the former father. As Oddayin stepped into the light, the knight saw the blood fall from Oddayin’s mouth in slow, congealed drops. “What abomination are you, come to tempt me from my path of Light? I will smite your twisted evil!”
Oddayin sidestepped the clumsy lunge and caught the knight’s wrist before striking the elbow with his forearm. The bones snapped in a wet squelch as Oddayin grabbed the jaw of the knight. “You could have faced your decisions. You could have turned from your regret and embraced your new fate. Instead, you chose your regret.”
The screams could be heard even outside the chapel as Oddayin ate the paladin alive. Regret made each bite more savory than the last. Mouthfuls of raw flesh increasing the hunger he tried to sate.
* * * Khyn ran through the blackened wreckage, looking for signs of life. Dismembered remains of a Knight of the White Hawks were tossed about in front of the chapel. The blacksmith, drained of blood lay outside of his forge. In the town square, bodies lay about as if sleeping from a great revelry, but blood also was splashed across walls. The stench of death hung in the air like a cloud ripe with rain. A cold voice spoke from the shadows behind him.
“The supplies are gone. The raid happened because all the troops in the area are at the fort. Do not underestimate the Shadow, Grayling.” Skeith stepped into the light as he addressed the Urk. “I know that you need our help. My fighters are moving to Galden as we speak, but know that the cost of our involvement will be steep.”
“I’m not askin because I need help. I’m askin because we need a miracle, and you are as close as we’re gonna get.” Khyn’s yellow eyes stared at the Pizbur and remembered stories of the Forsaken one. Taleweaver told of great strength in battle and death that would come to warriors like the frozen winds from the north. “I know you got no want to be big damn heroes, but we can expand the lands promised you.”
“If the Seperatist Army wins, then what good is a promise made by you? My boundries will expand, but it will be by my hand, not hasty promises. Now take me to Fort Galden.”
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Post by Khyn on Feb 23, 2010 1:13:46 GMT -5
Attack on Ft. Galden Pt.3
Kurai led the supply wagons back to camp. Directing the Snagas as they unloaded, he did notice the figure until the Shadow Man was standing next to him.
“You are not delivering the supplies to my men.” The Shade commented. Kurai continued to direct the efforts of the band as he replied.
“Your army will have the glory of the raid. If you disagree with how we handle the supplies, then try to take them. Otherwise, leave. We have work to do.”
* * * Melinko severed the head of a shamble and kicked the body off the wall in one fluid, tired movement. Bojac grunted next to the goblin. Looking up, Melinko saw the shamble army scatter to the east. In the middle of the chaos was Khyn and the warriors from the Land of Sunless Days. The Forsaken was leading the charge, throwing opponents through the air like a child playing with toys.
The routed army scattered like fog during sunrise. Bojac called down from the walls “Bout damn time you got around to fighting.” Kyhn smiled at the banter, but wondered how long he had before Skeith found that the Clan was hiding the Orb. If the Clan was seen as too weak to control the Orb of Lost Souls, the Forsaken One would have no qualms about destroying the unworthy.
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