Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Jun 25, 2007 20:43:03 GMT -5
Five years ago it began. What began? The dawning.
Now, one might at first believe that to be a mere title. Yet, it is nothing but a mere chapter. A volume of the history of the vast world. Now in this tale it is told of the beginning.
As most all tales begin, they usually start as ''Once upon a time'' or ''A long time ago'', but this tale is nothing like those.
"Thieves!!"
Dameus and Zeth were sprinting down a street, bags full of bread and butter in their hands. As they were fleeing, Dameus turned to Zeth and spoke in huffed pants that only he and Zeth could understand. "So, when are you going to be leaving?" Dameus asked. "As soon as we've stolen enough coin. Hurry!" Zeth leapt onto one of the sun-guards that protected one of the shops. Using it as a spring pad of sorts, he leapt off onto the roof of a barber shop. Dameus shrugged and jumped onto a box of apples, repeating the same process as Zeth and dashing across metal shingles. Some of the few mages that had followed them began levitating and tossing the apples towards them. Of course, the two were used to this and could easily run to the opposite end. Their chasers were so stupid these days. As the two leapt over rooftops, they occasionally saw an apple fly and land in front of them. Dameus reached out and caught one, beginning to eat through the nice skin and into the juicy part of the interior. Zeth laughed and knocked it out of his hand and Dameus laughed. They had an entire city to cross in about five minutes before the royal druids would end up on their trail. Guards ahead of them began to climb up onto the tops of the stores, hoping that the two thieves would unsuspectedly find one of them. No. The thieves merely threw apples at them. Minutes later, of course, they were getting closer and closer to the gate. It was closed off at this part of night for some reason. They were merely teenagers, so they didn't really care. And as five minutes had finally come, of course there were the royal druids. Tossing balls of flames towards them, both Zeth and Dameus had a tough time making it across rooftops now. They were more accurate than all the others, so these were deadly fireballs. Dameus was hit in his shoulder and bellowed angrily. It hurt! Zeth was scorched on his left ankle from all the heat that came so close to them. There was the gate. So close, and yet as fireballs were being hurled at them very, very, very far. Dameus and Zeth then noticed guards were staring to line along the top of the gate, barring their escape. Zeth and Dameus were at a dead end. They were now about three rooftops away from the wall. It was merely a few leaps away. "Gah! Should we try that new thing we were thinking about?" spoke Zeth through gritted teeth. "I don't know! We should have tried it before!! Gah!!" Zeth agreed under huffed breaths and they began counting off. "One!" said Dameus. Two rooftops away. "Two!" said Zeth, now one rooftop away. "Three!!" whispered both of the two in unison. With two great leap, they each ripped out their blades. Dameus with two daggers, Zeth with his katana and knife. Both pointed them straight at two guards who at first gallantly stood, but when both thieves were mere feet from them they each turned cold and were sent over the edge as both thieves kicked them and landed in their places. As both stared down, they noticed that the outside of the gate had been speared. Javelins were sticking straight out of the ground about a foot apart from eachother. Dameus and Zeth cursed wildly and turned to opposite sides. Guards were now charging at them, their shields out in front and their lances held ready as they ran. Both Zeth and Dameus's eyes turned to the sizes of coins and they each sideglanced eachother, both nodding slightly. As they turned back, the guards coming at them from both opposite sides got closer and closer. As soon as they were mere inches apart, Both Dameus and Zeth ducked as low as thieves should and kicked the guards in most uncomfortable spots. Both guards then screamed and as they crunched up into crouches, both Dameus and Zeth kicked them off to the side without the spears. That was too harsh a death, in their opinion. And of course, more guards were coming. Both thieves ran towards each and started fighting. Zeth was being assaulted by about two, Dameus by three. Archers were beginning to climb onto the rooftops aside from them with pre-nocked bows. Dameus crouched and rolled through one of the guards legs. Now on his other side, Dameus leapt up and kicked the guard face first into the stone. As another guard threw out his lance towards Dameus, he landed on top of it and tried to catch his balance. He was horrible at this and of course fell, but caught onto the man's lance. Using it as a what he called a 'swinger', Dameus 'swang' and was now spinning in the air. As he landed, he grabbed the lance and while it was being held by the guard tried throwing it with all his might towards the stone. It hit and was luckily stuck there. Dameus then stuck his foot on the blade part and pulled the handle up. Now, it was stuck. The guard cursed, taking his shield and using it to try and bash Dameus. Dameus leapt back...Straight into another guard. "Gah! Zeth!" spoke Dameus. Zeth, fighting the two guards quite nicely, turned his gaze to Dameus. "What do you expect me to do?! You're not the only one fighting!" and with that Zeth turned around and swang at a guard who had his shield tossed down into the spears below. Dameus scowled and yelled as he was suddenly pelted in his legs by a fireball. Of course. The royal druids were still there. Dameus was hopping on one foot, holding his other while cursing. One of the guards laughed and they both turned their spears towards Dameus, striking from different angles. Dameus's eyes widened and as they thrusted their lances towards him, he threw his arms on the top of the wall and hanged there as both guards suddenly struck eachother in the heart. Zeth saw this and laughed, stopping as he was hit in the shoulder by an arrow. Dameus threw himself back onto the wall and started pulling out his throwing daggers, throwing them at archers and royal druids. "Hurry Zeth! You want us to die here?" Zeth laughed and lightly punted Dameus with the pommel of his katana. Turning back to the three remaining guards on his side, Zeth charged at the one in front of him. Their blades met and Zeth tried hard to push the guards blade out of good striking position. But, of course, he was a thief. And as all are, he was quite weak. Thinking quickly as an archer pointed his bow straight towards him and released, Zeth jumped backwards and let the guard lune at him straight forward--right into the archers range. "See ya!" laughed Zeth, turning to Dameus and noticing he was doing quite well at taking down their faraway attackers. "Hurry! I don't have a million of these!" spoke Dameus through gritted teeth. Zeth nodded and looked at the last two guards, each charging at him. Zeth crouched and jumped above one who lunged but of course missed. Landing between the two, Zeth stood straight up and looked at both. Thinking quickly as each threw down their shields and held their spears straight out towards Zeth, charging, Zeth ran towards one and pulled strings on both of his boots. A noise of quick metal sliding broke loose and Zeth ran up one of the guards. Kicking on his torso, his chest, and his face, he was now straight in the air. Landing on the last one, Zeth pulled back his legs and kicked the man straight in the back of his neck. Red was shining clearly on both men and Zeth pitied their insolence...and their lives. "Finally! Now how are we going to escape? They have those pointy javelins down there. It's not like we can fly!" This made Zeth think. "Well, we can't fly, but we can try 'The Thing'..." Dameus turned his head towards him and his eyes twisted. "Do...'The Thing'?...Sure!" Both thieves nodded and turned towards the archers and royal druids...well...at least those that were left. Each closing their eyes, in about five seconds it was as if time had decreased by thousands. The few arrows that were flying towards them were as slow as bridges that were being raised. Dameus and Zeth then turned towards eachother and nodded, smirks on their faces. At their fastest pace, both ran the small distance of the wall and jumped. As if they were thrown by a catapolt, they each flew through the air. They crossed the javelins by yards and finally landed, each dashing to their small camping spot.
Zeth was poking a small fire with a charred stick he had found on the ground. Dameus was chewing on a piece of bread and watched the flames as they danced. Dameus spoke between mouthfulls of bread and dry milk "So, when you leave where do you plan to live?" he asked. Zeth set down the stick and his gaze fell to the ground for a second. "If I'm going to be an assassin, I guess it really doesn't matter... Most likely a cave or something. I came across one a few days ago as I was checking the perimeter." Dameus nodded and agreed that would be a good place. After a few days of hiding out, Zeth had gathered everything he would have needed, and with a friendly goodbye and a few moments of sadness for the two thieves parting, Zeth left Dameus.
Link was strolling across his homeland. The land of the Extraxi, a magnificent race completely bound to powerful warfare tactics and the extremely powerful technique of the Vapaad. It was a usual day, most of his father's men practicing under the Leige's whim. Soon they would be planning an attack on the shadows to help lessen their amounts. Among all of the clans and races, there were but two who were the greatest enemies of the shadowclan. The Extraxi and the NyghtWyng. Both hated enemies, and to the Extraxi great allies. Link decided he would take a bit of time to train on the Vapaad in peace. Wishing he would soon be allowed in the Extraxi army stronghold to train with the best, he felt he should train up that small part of him to be one with the best. He walked into the small dungeon he had specially designed under his room and picked up the rapier his father used. He told Link not to use it, but Link could never resist and so secretely trained with it. What a powerful sabre it was. Of all, it was the most brilliant. All men called it "Zodack's Thunder Blade". It was a great sabre that was blessed with the power of lightning. Powerful, accurate, and faster than anything. He would start on a dummy. Those were his favorite things to practice on. Not only were they greatly accurate to a human (especially when enchanted by Extraxi magii to in fact simulate one in practices) but they were literally indestructible. Beginning to stance the Vapaad, he stabbed straight into the dummy. Of course, it did not break from this, but if it were a real man... Link pulled out the sabre as the bag repaired instantly and started slashing at it. The sabre was perfect at this. Link could slash maybe three times every two seconds, a great attack that could take out one man in mere seconds. Every second Link's momentum grew and grew. Soon, he was a mere blur of color and lightning. Later, he was hardly trackable by the naked eye. He heard faint yelling from outside. The army was chanting their battlecries. With a final crack of thunder Link slashed straight through the dummy, landing yards away from it with his blade straight out to the side. The dummy did nothing until a few seconds later it snapped in half, falling and of course healing back. Hah! That always makes me laugh. he thought, sheathing his father's rapier into its scabbard and hiding it under his cape, making sure to strap it tight and pull his cape around the front of him so nobody could see it. Link walked out into his room and picked up a small gold and silver medallion Zodack his father had given him a long time ago. Link treasured it more than anything and always wore it when at special meetings. He raised it above his head and lightly dropped it, letting it hang on his neck. The gem as it always did when he wore it began to glow with a faint glimmer of amber light. He liked it when it did that. It gave him a sense of authority. Walking out of his room and into the front of his house, he turned to stare out at...
"No..."
Tsu Kari was flying on her beloved dragon MydNyght towards the Extraxi country, fleeing desperately towards the Extraxi to tell them that the shadowclan were coming. They had attacked the NyghtWyng already, killing them all off except for her. She could have sworn in the distance she heard a few loud noises, but as they were being attacked she had no time to look. After furiously defending her homeland, the Jerall Mountains, she escaped to deliver the Extraxi the news. She did not wish to leave the NyghtWyng faction behind, but was told by the two last remaining dragoons who she saw die as she rode to leave and tell the Extraxi. Behind harsh tears and tries not to leave, she mounted the furious MydNyght and flew off into the distance. Trying to set her mind to a different thought, she began thinking over her few memories of the Extraxi. She didn't know many of them except for a few. One, the one she remembered the most, was Zodack's son Link. They didn't get to talk much, but he was the only one frankly who she did talk to. She wasn't used to those outside of her faction, the Extraxi of course included. Hoping that the shadowclan hadn't reached them yet, though, she rode.
Kari unsuspectedly shed a tear as she rode towards the Extraxi base. Piles of rubble were left in it's wake. This place she hardly knew from the looks of it was gone. Landing the furious MydNyght onto the ground and jumping off of her, she dashed across the site, searching for survivors. She didn't see hardly any shadowclan left. Those that were she killed with her raging fury armed with her scythe. Searching through all of the rubble, she finally came across the last site she could think of to check. The regal hall. Dashing inside, she was caught and held by her neck, a blade pressing lightly against it. "Let me go!" she replied under harsh breathing, and as she looked at what was holding her she felt the grip lighten. Wrenching herself out of the holder's arm she turned towards the...
Link...He had survived. A few silent moments later, both of the crying remnants embraced eachother without a single word.
They were all that was left.
...
((to be continued AND Hudson and Kelcie if either of you disagree with this one thing I wrote feel free to change it around because go figure I had nothing to look off from, so go figure...well...I had to make it up in terms of memory. So...feel free!!))
Now, one might at first believe that to be a mere title. Yet, it is nothing but a mere chapter. A volume of the history of the vast world. Now in this tale it is told of the beginning.
As most all tales begin, they usually start as ''Once upon a time'' or ''A long time ago'', but this tale is nothing like those.
*****
"Thieves!!"
Dameus and Zeth were sprinting down a street, bags full of bread and butter in their hands. As they were fleeing, Dameus turned to Zeth and spoke in huffed pants that only he and Zeth could understand. "So, when are you going to be leaving?" Dameus asked. "As soon as we've stolen enough coin. Hurry!" Zeth leapt onto one of the sun-guards that protected one of the shops. Using it as a spring pad of sorts, he leapt off onto the roof of a barber shop. Dameus shrugged and jumped onto a box of apples, repeating the same process as Zeth and dashing across metal shingles. Some of the few mages that had followed them began levitating and tossing the apples towards them. Of course, the two were used to this and could easily run to the opposite end. Their chasers were so stupid these days. As the two leapt over rooftops, they occasionally saw an apple fly and land in front of them. Dameus reached out and caught one, beginning to eat through the nice skin and into the juicy part of the interior. Zeth laughed and knocked it out of his hand and Dameus laughed. They had an entire city to cross in about five minutes before the royal druids would end up on their trail. Guards ahead of them began to climb up onto the tops of the stores, hoping that the two thieves would unsuspectedly find one of them. No. The thieves merely threw apples at them. Minutes later, of course, they were getting closer and closer to the gate. It was closed off at this part of night for some reason. They were merely teenagers, so they didn't really care. And as five minutes had finally come, of course there were the royal druids. Tossing balls of flames towards them, both Zeth and Dameus had a tough time making it across rooftops now. They were more accurate than all the others, so these were deadly fireballs. Dameus was hit in his shoulder and bellowed angrily. It hurt! Zeth was scorched on his left ankle from all the heat that came so close to them. There was the gate. So close, and yet as fireballs were being hurled at them very, very, very far. Dameus and Zeth then noticed guards were staring to line along the top of the gate, barring their escape. Zeth and Dameus were at a dead end. They were now about three rooftops away from the wall. It was merely a few leaps away. "Gah! Should we try that new thing we were thinking about?" spoke Zeth through gritted teeth. "I don't know! We should have tried it before!! Gah!!" Zeth agreed under huffed breaths and they began counting off. "One!" said Dameus. Two rooftops away. "Two!" said Zeth, now one rooftop away. "Three!!" whispered both of the two in unison. With two great leap, they each ripped out their blades. Dameus with two daggers, Zeth with his katana and knife. Both pointed them straight at two guards who at first gallantly stood, but when both thieves were mere feet from them they each turned cold and were sent over the edge as both thieves kicked them and landed in their places. As both stared down, they noticed that the outside of the gate had been speared. Javelins were sticking straight out of the ground about a foot apart from eachother. Dameus and Zeth cursed wildly and turned to opposite sides. Guards were now charging at them, their shields out in front and their lances held ready as they ran. Both Zeth and Dameus's eyes turned to the sizes of coins and they each sideglanced eachother, both nodding slightly. As they turned back, the guards coming at them from both opposite sides got closer and closer. As soon as they were mere inches apart, Both Dameus and Zeth ducked as low as thieves should and kicked the guards in most uncomfortable spots. Both guards then screamed and as they crunched up into crouches, both Dameus and Zeth kicked them off to the side without the spears. That was too harsh a death, in their opinion. And of course, more guards were coming. Both thieves ran towards each and started fighting. Zeth was being assaulted by about two, Dameus by three. Archers were beginning to climb onto the rooftops aside from them with pre-nocked bows. Dameus crouched and rolled through one of the guards legs. Now on his other side, Dameus leapt up and kicked the guard face first into the stone. As another guard threw out his lance towards Dameus, he landed on top of it and tried to catch his balance. He was horrible at this and of course fell, but caught onto the man's lance. Using it as a what he called a 'swinger', Dameus 'swang' and was now spinning in the air. As he landed, he grabbed the lance and while it was being held by the guard tried throwing it with all his might towards the stone. It hit and was luckily stuck there. Dameus then stuck his foot on the blade part and pulled the handle up. Now, it was stuck. The guard cursed, taking his shield and using it to try and bash Dameus. Dameus leapt back...Straight into another guard. "Gah! Zeth!" spoke Dameus. Zeth, fighting the two guards quite nicely, turned his gaze to Dameus. "What do you expect me to do?! You're not the only one fighting!" and with that Zeth turned around and swang at a guard who had his shield tossed down into the spears below. Dameus scowled and yelled as he was suddenly pelted in his legs by a fireball. Of course. The royal druids were still there. Dameus was hopping on one foot, holding his other while cursing. One of the guards laughed and they both turned their spears towards Dameus, striking from different angles. Dameus's eyes widened and as they thrusted their lances towards him, he threw his arms on the top of the wall and hanged there as both guards suddenly struck eachother in the heart. Zeth saw this and laughed, stopping as he was hit in the shoulder by an arrow. Dameus threw himself back onto the wall and started pulling out his throwing daggers, throwing them at archers and royal druids. "Hurry Zeth! You want us to die here?" Zeth laughed and lightly punted Dameus with the pommel of his katana. Turning back to the three remaining guards on his side, Zeth charged at the one in front of him. Their blades met and Zeth tried hard to push the guards blade out of good striking position. But, of course, he was a thief. And as all are, he was quite weak. Thinking quickly as an archer pointed his bow straight towards him and released, Zeth jumped backwards and let the guard lune at him straight forward--right into the archers range. "See ya!" laughed Zeth, turning to Dameus and noticing he was doing quite well at taking down their faraway attackers. "Hurry! I don't have a million of these!" spoke Dameus through gritted teeth. Zeth nodded and looked at the last two guards, each charging at him. Zeth crouched and jumped above one who lunged but of course missed. Landing between the two, Zeth stood straight up and looked at both. Thinking quickly as each threw down their shields and held their spears straight out towards Zeth, charging, Zeth ran towards one and pulled strings on both of his boots. A noise of quick metal sliding broke loose and Zeth ran up one of the guards. Kicking on his torso, his chest, and his face, he was now straight in the air. Landing on the last one, Zeth pulled back his legs and kicked the man straight in the back of his neck. Red was shining clearly on both men and Zeth pitied their insolence...and their lives. "Finally! Now how are we going to escape? They have those pointy javelins down there. It's not like we can fly!" This made Zeth think. "Well, we can't fly, but we can try 'The Thing'..." Dameus turned his head towards him and his eyes twisted. "Do...'The Thing'?...Sure!" Both thieves nodded and turned towards the archers and royal druids...well...at least those that were left. Each closing their eyes, in about five seconds it was as if time had decreased by thousands. The few arrows that were flying towards them were as slow as bridges that were being raised. Dameus and Zeth then turned towards eachother and nodded, smirks on their faces. At their fastest pace, both ran the small distance of the wall and jumped. As if they were thrown by a catapolt, they each flew through the air. They crossed the javelins by yards and finally landed, each dashing to their small camping spot.
Zeth was poking a small fire with a charred stick he had found on the ground. Dameus was chewing on a piece of bread and watched the flames as they danced. Dameus spoke between mouthfulls of bread and dry milk "So, when you leave where do you plan to live?" he asked. Zeth set down the stick and his gaze fell to the ground for a second. "If I'm going to be an assassin, I guess it really doesn't matter... Most likely a cave or something. I came across one a few days ago as I was checking the perimeter." Dameus nodded and agreed that would be a good place. After a few days of hiding out, Zeth had gathered everything he would have needed, and with a friendly goodbye and a few moments of sadness for the two thieves parting, Zeth left Dameus.
*****
One hundred years ago~
One hundred years ago~
Link was strolling across his homeland. The land of the Extraxi, a magnificent race completely bound to powerful warfare tactics and the extremely powerful technique of the Vapaad. It was a usual day, most of his father's men practicing under the Leige's whim. Soon they would be planning an attack on the shadows to help lessen their amounts. Among all of the clans and races, there were but two who were the greatest enemies of the shadowclan. The Extraxi and the NyghtWyng. Both hated enemies, and to the Extraxi great allies. Link decided he would take a bit of time to train on the Vapaad in peace. Wishing he would soon be allowed in the Extraxi army stronghold to train with the best, he felt he should train up that small part of him to be one with the best. He walked into the small dungeon he had specially designed under his room and picked up the rapier his father used. He told Link not to use it, but Link could never resist and so secretely trained with it. What a powerful sabre it was. Of all, it was the most brilliant. All men called it "Zodack's Thunder Blade". It was a great sabre that was blessed with the power of lightning. Powerful, accurate, and faster than anything. He would start on a dummy. Those were his favorite things to practice on. Not only were they greatly accurate to a human (especially when enchanted by Extraxi magii to in fact simulate one in practices) but they were literally indestructible. Beginning to stance the Vapaad, he stabbed straight into the dummy. Of course, it did not break from this, but if it were a real man... Link pulled out the sabre as the bag repaired instantly and started slashing at it. The sabre was perfect at this. Link could slash maybe three times every two seconds, a great attack that could take out one man in mere seconds. Every second Link's momentum grew and grew. Soon, he was a mere blur of color and lightning. Later, he was hardly trackable by the naked eye. He heard faint yelling from outside. The army was chanting their battlecries. With a final crack of thunder Link slashed straight through the dummy, landing yards away from it with his blade straight out to the side. The dummy did nothing until a few seconds later it snapped in half, falling and of course healing back. Hah! That always makes me laugh. he thought, sheathing his father's rapier into its scabbard and hiding it under his cape, making sure to strap it tight and pull his cape around the front of him so nobody could see it. Link walked out into his room and picked up a small gold and silver medallion Zodack his father had given him a long time ago. Link treasured it more than anything and always wore it when at special meetings. He raised it above his head and lightly dropped it, letting it hang on his neck. The gem as it always did when he wore it began to glow with a faint glimmer of amber light. He liked it when it did that. It gave him a sense of authority. Walking out of his room and into the front of his house, he turned to stare out at...
"No..."
*****
Tsu Kari was flying on her beloved dragon MydNyght towards the Extraxi country, fleeing desperately towards the Extraxi to tell them that the shadowclan were coming. They had attacked the NyghtWyng already, killing them all off except for her. She could have sworn in the distance she heard a few loud noises, but as they were being attacked she had no time to look. After furiously defending her homeland, the Jerall Mountains, she escaped to deliver the Extraxi the news. She did not wish to leave the NyghtWyng faction behind, but was told by the two last remaining dragoons who she saw die as she rode to leave and tell the Extraxi. Behind harsh tears and tries not to leave, she mounted the furious MydNyght and flew off into the distance. Trying to set her mind to a different thought, she began thinking over her few memories of the Extraxi. She didn't know many of them except for a few. One, the one she remembered the most, was Zodack's son Link. They didn't get to talk much, but he was the only one frankly who she did talk to. She wasn't used to those outside of her faction, the Extraxi of course included. Hoping that the shadowclan hadn't reached them yet, though, she rode.
Kari unsuspectedly shed a tear as she rode towards the Extraxi base. Piles of rubble were left in it's wake. This place she hardly knew from the looks of it was gone. Landing the furious MydNyght onto the ground and jumping off of her, she dashed across the site, searching for survivors. She didn't see hardly any shadowclan left. Those that were she killed with her raging fury armed with her scythe. Searching through all of the rubble, she finally came across the last site she could think of to check. The regal hall. Dashing inside, she was caught and held by her neck, a blade pressing lightly against it. "Let me go!" she replied under harsh breathing, and as she looked at what was holding her she felt the grip lighten. Wrenching herself out of the holder's arm she turned towards the...
Link...He had survived. A few silent moments later, both of the crying remnants embraced eachother without a single word.
They were all that was left.
...
((to be continued AND Hudson and Kelcie if either of you disagree with this one thing I wrote feel free to change it around because go figure I had nothing to look off from, so go figure...well...I had to make it up in terms of memory. So...feel free!!))