Post by Kadaj Mortis on Mar 18, 2007 0:58:08 GMT -5
Okay I finally made the prologue of my story... here it is.
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Wind swept over the grassy hilltops, distorting the beautiful picture of a magnificent sunset uncovered by clouds. The wind tossed dirt into slight traces of inhuman tracks laid neither by a human or an animal. This cursed blade of wind crept toward the city of Dynest, in the human-ruled land of Turate, the heart of Kelvera.
This eerie wind crept in between the locked gates of the city and danced with the guards, lulling them into a deep, enchanted sleep. It played along the streets, and loosed an apple from a woman’s basket of purchased food for her family. The apple swayed with the wind up the street, casting the views of many vendors upon it.
The wind swept it’s way up straight to the castle, Castle Garim. It twirled into the courtyard and split to avoid the large statue of a dragon crouched over the form of a knight with heavily damaged armor. The apple swayed to the right. A sword slashed through the wind as it formed together, a contented hum coming from the Paladin who struck the curl of wind.
What remained of the wind swiftly climbed the wall of the front of the castle and came in through the window, blowing papers off the desk of a young boy. The boy quickly rushed to put down the pencil he had been twirling in his fingers (he had finished his assignment long ago) and picked up the papers, stacking them into a pile. Once he finished this, he heard the doorknob being tinkered with.
The young prince quickly leaned to his side, closing the open window in which the draft had entered. The door slowly opened, and the Paladin from the courtyard walked in. His armor shone gold in the sun, and there was a placid grin on his face. Long, gray hair hung down in front of his left eye, partially covering it. The boy quickly rose.
“Sige!” He shouted in joy, running and jumping to embrace his favorite mentor, not to mention the nicest Paladin among the whole army of his father’s kingdom.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Prince Gilad, you are to address those older than you in the formal manner. As such, you are supposed to address me as ‘Squire’ Sige.” But then he couldn’t help but laugh as the young prince, Gilad, glared up at him. “Okay, okay… but just this once.”
Gilad grinned, as his mentor always said this, and there always came another time. Every time. Squire Sige walked over to the desk where the young prince had been sitting and collected up the papers. He flipped through them.
“Good, as always, young prince.” Squire Sige complemented. “So you’re keeping your knowledge at it’s highest. But have your skills as a swordsman been lost overnight?” Gilad knew that this was Sige’s way of challenging him to a practice fencing match. The young prince nodded and they left the room, and the castle, walking around the left edge of the dragon statue.
The two, Prince Gilad and Squire Sige, made their way toward the sword-training area. Two knights greeted them along their way, and once they got there, Squire Sige began to draw out and examine the swords. Soon, he chose one in specific, handing the hilt to Gilad.
The two stepped into a room with padded flooring. They readied themselves and crossed their blades between them. They pushed their blades so they slid away from each other, then proceeded to trade strikes with their swords.
Gilad and Squire Sige practiced for hours on end, until Gilad and even the Squire were worn out from practicing. They exited the building and took a seat on a bench. Gilad, sweaty, wiped his face clean of sweat and pushed his light brown hair out of his emerald green eyes.
“Listen now, Prince,” Squire Sige said, “as I have another tale to tell.”
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So how was it? Okay I finished chapter 1 last night, so I'll put it up here now.
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"One day, long ago, the land wasn’t ruled by normal Men like it is today. It was ruled by special Men- Men who could see into the future; Men who had visions of what was, is, and will be. These people were called Seers, and there wasn’t ever a ruler before the reign of our race, of normal Men, who wasn’t a Seer.” Squire Sige began his tale. “None of these Seers were ever cruel people, like your father, King Belest.”
“Yes, I agree,” Galad said at the comment about his father. He never liked his father much- always treating him like a dog. “I can’t wait until I am King in two years; my first order of business will be to exile my father from Dynest.” Squire Sige grinned at his pupil’s enthusiasm, then hushed him to continue his tale.
“Now, some of the greatest of these Seer Lords (as they are called) were people like Syneth the Invincible. It is said that he predicted a war against strange enemies (which turned out to be orcs from the north) and stopped a full-scale invasion by gathering an army of millions to the northern border for the year before the war actually happened.”
“That’s amazing,” Gilad commented, “though impossible.” Even after this, he clapped and continued listening- continued enjoying. He always liked Sige’s stories, as they were usually interesting.
“Then there was Lyrenel the Historian. She (as this was a period where some women came to power) had a vision that told of a long forgotten chapter of history. This began a very long, grueling search for ancient history scrolls. Lyrenel ended up being right and was commended for it, given further honor even beyond what the King would get today.”
“Ah, yes, before I continue, I must mention one person. Dranal the Seer was the greatest Seer in all history or tales I have ever heard. He did many things – he conquered Turate for the humans, settled the borders of the lands of the elves, orcs, and others, he stopped the orcs’ tenth full scale invasion of Turate, among many other great accomplishments.”
“One Seer, Morshe the Bloodkeeper, was a very wicked Seer. He was considered a vampire, as he randomly selected people from random villages and cities, and called them to his private chambers. It is said that no guest that had ever gone into his chambers had ever come back out, and that after he died his room was inspected, and there was a pool carved into the floor full of blood.”
“Disgusting,” Gilad complained.
“They also say that all of Morshe’s visions involved either massive amounts of blood, or his men being massacred.” He stopped for a moment and inspected Gilad’s face. The prince was disturbed, so Squire Sige decided he would move on from this wicked man to some of the great Seers again.
Hours passed as Squire Sige continued naming off the great Seers. Finally he got to one last name.
“Ah, Elemmire Aranis. She was the only elf to rule the Kingdom, and she ruled very early, even in the ‘Seer Days’ (as they are called). Her biggest vision predicted that of the downfall of the brilliance of the elven race, which occurred, at a close estimate, a week after the end of her reign.”
Gilad wondered about this. He had seen many elven servants around the castle, and now wondered why such a ‘brilliant’ race was suppressed so far. Squire Sige stood up and watched as the sun was hidden halfway behind the hills south of the city, marking the border of the Riverlands many miles away. He turned to his young pupil.
“Well, I think it is time I brought you to your home, Prince Gilad.” He bowed and the two were off.
Soon they were at the castle, and all but a thin line of the sun was now hidden behind the hills. Squire Sige waved as Gilad entered the castle, but then his face turned to a serious scowl as he walked away, glancing at a high window where the King was talking to a knight. He rushed to his home.
Gilad entered and waited in the main Hall. Soon his father came down and greeted him with the casual scowl and insult, then beckoned him in for supper. Gilad took his usual seat by King Belest, his father. Half way through the meal, he looked at his father with a questioning look.
“Why are the elves our servants?” He asked. An elven maid who was washing the now empty area of the tables peered up in surprise. The King slammed down his mug, apparently upset.
“What are you talking about? It doesn’t matter how, it just is. By the name of your great grandfather, boy, you sound like one of those people from the Riverlands.” He took another large gulp from his mug. “No more of that talk. Leave this hall, now.” Gilad got up and walked along the long table to the other side of the room. The King pointed at the maid. “You, escort the boy to his quarters.” The elf nodded and ran off. Once the two exited the room, closing the door behind them, the King quickly got up and left through a different doorway.
“Do you think it’s right that we elves are suppressed to this kind of status?” The maid asked, leaning over toward Gilad, once they had exited the dining hall and were walking toward a large flight of stairs.
“Well, no,” Gilad said. “Why should the elves be suppressed? They- I mean, your race- should have as many rights as us humans.” The elf grinned.
“Then this land does have a bright future, after all…” she mumbled. But when Gilad questioned her, she denied she had said anything. Soon they were at the Prince’s room. The elf left him, and he locked his door. He opened the window and looked out. The moon seemed to glow brighter tonight. It seemed… magical. Gilad ignored this and just stared out for a few minutes.
Soon he closed the window and turned. He quickly changed into his night clothes, blew out the candle keeping the room lit, and jumped onto his bed, face down, and fell asleep, not knowing what was about to happen.
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Okay it might be a lot of reading but please read it and give your opinion. I'll probably have chapter 2 done tonight.
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Wind swept over the grassy hilltops, distorting the beautiful picture of a magnificent sunset uncovered by clouds. The wind tossed dirt into slight traces of inhuman tracks laid neither by a human or an animal. This cursed blade of wind crept toward the city of Dynest, in the human-ruled land of Turate, the heart of Kelvera.
This eerie wind crept in between the locked gates of the city and danced with the guards, lulling them into a deep, enchanted sleep. It played along the streets, and loosed an apple from a woman’s basket of purchased food for her family. The apple swayed with the wind up the street, casting the views of many vendors upon it.
The wind swept it’s way up straight to the castle, Castle Garim. It twirled into the courtyard and split to avoid the large statue of a dragon crouched over the form of a knight with heavily damaged armor. The apple swayed to the right. A sword slashed through the wind as it formed together, a contented hum coming from the Paladin who struck the curl of wind.
What remained of the wind swiftly climbed the wall of the front of the castle and came in through the window, blowing papers off the desk of a young boy. The boy quickly rushed to put down the pencil he had been twirling in his fingers (he had finished his assignment long ago) and picked up the papers, stacking them into a pile. Once he finished this, he heard the doorknob being tinkered with.
The young prince quickly leaned to his side, closing the open window in which the draft had entered. The door slowly opened, and the Paladin from the courtyard walked in. His armor shone gold in the sun, and there was a placid grin on his face. Long, gray hair hung down in front of his left eye, partially covering it. The boy quickly rose.
“Sige!” He shouted in joy, running and jumping to embrace his favorite mentor, not to mention the nicest Paladin among the whole army of his father’s kingdom.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Prince Gilad, you are to address those older than you in the formal manner. As such, you are supposed to address me as ‘Squire’ Sige.” But then he couldn’t help but laugh as the young prince, Gilad, glared up at him. “Okay, okay… but just this once.”
Gilad grinned, as his mentor always said this, and there always came another time. Every time. Squire Sige walked over to the desk where the young prince had been sitting and collected up the papers. He flipped through them.
“Good, as always, young prince.” Squire Sige complemented. “So you’re keeping your knowledge at it’s highest. But have your skills as a swordsman been lost overnight?” Gilad knew that this was Sige’s way of challenging him to a practice fencing match. The young prince nodded and they left the room, and the castle, walking around the left edge of the dragon statue.
The two, Prince Gilad and Squire Sige, made their way toward the sword-training area. Two knights greeted them along their way, and once they got there, Squire Sige began to draw out and examine the swords. Soon, he chose one in specific, handing the hilt to Gilad.
The two stepped into a room with padded flooring. They readied themselves and crossed their blades between them. They pushed their blades so they slid away from each other, then proceeded to trade strikes with their swords.
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Gilad and Squire Sige practiced for hours on end, until Gilad and even the Squire were worn out from practicing. They exited the building and took a seat on a bench. Gilad, sweaty, wiped his face clean of sweat and pushed his light brown hair out of his emerald green eyes.
“Listen now, Prince,” Squire Sige said, “as I have another tale to tell.”
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So how was it? Okay I finished chapter 1 last night, so I'll put it up here now.
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Chapter 1: Legend of the Seers
"One day, long ago, the land wasn’t ruled by normal Men like it is today. It was ruled by special Men- Men who could see into the future; Men who had visions of what was, is, and will be. These people were called Seers, and there wasn’t ever a ruler before the reign of our race, of normal Men, who wasn’t a Seer.” Squire Sige began his tale. “None of these Seers were ever cruel people, like your father, King Belest.”
“Yes, I agree,” Galad said at the comment about his father. He never liked his father much- always treating him like a dog. “I can’t wait until I am King in two years; my first order of business will be to exile my father from Dynest.” Squire Sige grinned at his pupil’s enthusiasm, then hushed him to continue his tale.
“Now, some of the greatest of these Seer Lords (as they are called) were people like Syneth the Invincible. It is said that he predicted a war against strange enemies (which turned out to be orcs from the north) and stopped a full-scale invasion by gathering an army of millions to the northern border for the year before the war actually happened.”
“That’s amazing,” Gilad commented, “though impossible.” Even after this, he clapped and continued listening- continued enjoying. He always liked Sige’s stories, as they were usually interesting.
“Then there was Lyrenel the Historian. She (as this was a period where some women came to power) had a vision that told of a long forgotten chapter of history. This began a very long, grueling search for ancient history scrolls. Lyrenel ended up being right and was commended for it, given further honor even beyond what the King would get today.”
“Ah, yes, before I continue, I must mention one person. Dranal the Seer was the greatest Seer in all history or tales I have ever heard. He did many things – he conquered Turate for the humans, settled the borders of the lands of the elves, orcs, and others, he stopped the orcs’ tenth full scale invasion of Turate, among many other great accomplishments.”
“One Seer, Morshe the Bloodkeeper, was a very wicked Seer. He was considered a vampire, as he randomly selected people from random villages and cities, and called them to his private chambers. It is said that no guest that had ever gone into his chambers had ever come back out, and that after he died his room was inspected, and there was a pool carved into the floor full of blood.”
“Disgusting,” Gilad complained.
“They also say that all of Morshe’s visions involved either massive amounts of blood, or his men being massacred.” He stopped for a moment and inspected Gilad’s face. The prince was disturbed, so Squire Sige decided he would move on from this wicked man to some of the great Seers again.
.::;O;::.
Hours passed as Squire Sige continued naming off the great Seers. Finally he got to one last name.
“Ah, Elemmire Aranis. She was the only elf to rule the Kingdom, and she ruled very early, even in the ‘Seer Days’ (as they are called). Her biggest vision predicted that of the downfall of the brilliance of the elven race, which occurred, at a close estimate, a week after the end of her reign.”
Gilad wondered about this. He had seen many elven servants around the castle, and now wondered why such a ‘brilliant’ race was suppressed so far. Squire Sige stood up and watched as the sun was hidden halfway behind the hills south of the city, marking the border of the Riverlands many miles away. He turned to his young pupil.
“Well, I think it is time I brought you to your home, Prince Gilad.” He bowed and the two were off.
Soon they were at the castle, and all but a thin line of the sun was now hidden behind the hills. Squire Sige waved as Gilad entered the castle, but then his face turned to a serious scowl as he walked away, glancing at a high window where the King was talking to a knight. He rushed to his home.
Gilad entered and waited in the main Hall. Soon his father came down and greeted him with the casual scowl and insult, then beckoned him in for supper. Gilad took his usual seat by King Belest, his father. Half way through the meal, he looked at his father with a questioning look.
“Why are the elves our servants?” He asked. An elven maid who was washing the now empty area of the tables peered up in surprise. The King slammed down his mug, apparently upset.
“What are you talking about? It doesn’t matter how, it just is. By the name of your great grandfather, boy, you sound like one of those people from the Riverlands.” He took another large gulp from his mug. “No more of that talk. Leave this hall, now.” Gilad got up and walked along the long table to the other side of the room. The King pointed at the maid. “You, escort the boy to his quarters.” The elf nodded and ran off. Once the two exited the room, closing the door behind them, the King quickly got up and left through a different doorway.
“Do you think it’s right that we elves are suppressed to this kind of status?” The maid asked, leaning over toward Gilad, once they had exited the dining hall and were walking toward a large flight of stairs.
“Well, no,” Gilad said. “Why should the elves be suppressed? They- I mean, your race- should have as many rights as us humans.” The elf grinned.
“Then this land does have a bright future, after all…” she mumbled. But when Gilad questioned her, she denied she had said anything. Soon they were at the Prince’s room. The elf left him, and he locked his door. He opened the window and looked out. The moon seemed to glow brighter tonight. It seemed… magical. Gilad ignored this and just stared out for a few minutes.
Soon he closed the window and turned. He quickly changed into his night clothes, blew out the candle keeping the room lit, and jumped onto his bed, face down, and fell asleep, not knowing what was about to happen.
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Okay it might be a lot of reading but please read it and give your opinion. I'll probably have chapter 2 done tonight.