Almost as soon as Lanys noticed his new assailant, he also noticed the battle axe being swung his way. He dodged, but not entirely succesful, and with a dull thud the blade of the axe hit him on the right side of his forehead. A strange sensation took possession of him for a few seconds, the sensation of falling without being able to do anything about it, but in a surrealistic moment. He regained his bearrings as he hit the ground below and behind him, and caught a glance of the Dark Soldier who had just hit him. A grim smile was on his face, and he was bringing the axe about for another swing, a swing to finish the job. In some terror, Lanys realised his sword had slipped from his hand while falling. But almost as soon as this thought had struck him, his right hand came in contact with the dead hand of another Dark Soldier, who lay sprawled dead on the ground next to him, in his own blood. The hand still hung onto the sword it had been wielding when his owner had been still alive. Without further hesitation, Lanys took hold of the sword, and in one flowing motion brought it up, thrusting it forward with all strength he could muster in his half sitting position. The grim smile changed to one of pain and surprise as the sword struck deep inside the abdomen of the Dark Soldier, the swinging motion of the axe coming abruptly to an end. As the corpse fell to the ground, Lanys yanked the sword free, and managed to get on his feet shortly thereafter.
For the first time since the battle had begun, Lanys was able to look around and observe the situation. What he saw hurt him a lot; wherever he looked he only saw more and more Dark Soldiers, scavenging the corpses of the fallen. Whatever he saw of his friends and fellow soldiers was on those very corpses. He didn't see any others of his regiment left alive, and the lack of battle sounds indicated the fight was over. Hopelessness and despair grabbed him by the throat, as he realised the massacre that had taken his friends from him. It felt like a dagger was stuck in his throat, and ripped downwards, tearing him open. Fear almost made him feel sick as he realised this was the day he would die. Within minutes, he would be one of the many corpses on the ground. This was not supposed to have happened, they had outnumbered the enemy at least three to one. But as they were jumped, he had already seen the enemy was stronger in number than what they had been chasing. Somehow he had feared the enemy had received reinforcements, but had discarded the thought when the frenzied battle exploded. Now, he knew for sure this had been the case. Some Dark Soldiers noticed him, and came closer, almost relaxed. They knew he was defeated anyway. One last fight, that was all.
Suddenly, some of the soldiers stopped and turned, all facing the same direction. Some of them stepped away, to make way for someone else. His eye caught the newly approaching figure, as he came close. Dressed in a long, dark cloak, and in a darkred breastplate, but wearing a helm with a skeletal visor, Lanys went wide eyed, as he immediatly recognised the figure. Horror and fear struck him, almost completely paralysing him instantly. Had death been a horror to behold only moments ago, now it would have been a blessing. He knew about Dark Lords, having heard stories about them ever since he was young, but he had never met one. He knew they could keep a man hanging on to the final small thread of life for days, if not weeks, without letting them die. Death would have been swift and easy against the Dark Soldiers, but he knew now weeks of horror and torment lay in store for him. The realisation of that fact impacted him with such power, that he felt sick and utterly paralysed. Hell had been brought to this very site, and he could hardly focus his thoughts anymore.
"So, one of these wimpy fighters is left alive, eh?"
The voice was deep and somewhat unnatural. Every word hammered down despair into his body, and Lanys wondered if it was possible to die by pure fright.
"Well, seems like I will have some fun here after all!"
A heavy laughter escaped from under the helm, driving Lanys nearly insane. All of a sudden, in the middle of the turmoil caused by the fear and horror, he felt a clear point of focus. A signal of pain came from his right hand, which he had somehow been holding somewhat behind him. He felt the grip of the sword, and realised he had been holding it so thightly, he had squeezed all the blood from it. All the emotions suddenly merged into one, clearly focused thought. He would strike out, now, as hard as possible, and hopefully anger the Dark Lord or one of his Soldiers enough to get him killed outright. All his remaining strength and energy went into this one moment. As he closed his eyes, he started to swing the sword in the direction of the Dark Lord, with all the might he could bring up.
The sword reached its apogee, where the Dark Lord was supposed to be, but it continued without meeting any form of resistance. It caught Lanys off guard, and he had to make two steps to regain his balance. Surprised, he opened his eyes, and looked up, while he stopped the sword from swinging much further to the left. He realised he had failed and missed, and looked up to the Dark Lord. The laughter had stopped, and suddenly Lanys noticed the right arm of the Dark Lord had been cut off at the elbow. Almost as soon as he had seen that, the Dark Lord fell apart in to pieces, spilling guts and body fluids in a sickening display, a clean cut running from his left shoulder down to his right elbow. In utter surprise, Lanys looked at the sword he was holding. It was fiercely brimming white, with an intensity that was almost blinding. Across the blade were dark streaks of blood, hissing and boiling, spreading a foul odor. Lanys looked to the remains of the Dark Lord on the ground before him, and once again at the sword. Suddenly, a victorious feeling filled him, completely surpressing his fear and horror. He looked around, and saw the Dark Soldiers were all looking stunned at the remains of their leader. A smile came to his face, despite what he had gone through, and he knew he was going to avenge his fallen friends. He would extract righteous justice, and anger exploded into him. Without hesitating any further, he struck out to the Dark Soldier nearest to him. One strike cut him in half, and sent him to the ground with a scream. Before the others had a chance to react and realise what was happening he had made a jump forward, and struck out again. A second soldier went down. Dark Soldiers everywhere around him came into motion, gathering to strike him down, but the sword, still burning brightly in a furious white, cut through their weapons and armor as a knife through warm butter. When nearly a dozen had been slain without ever hitting him, he saw some started to run away. More and more followed their example, and without thinking, he started to run them down. Somewhat surprised, but unable to think long about it, laughter escaped from his mouth.
Not too far away, but far enough not to be noticed, a figure dressed in a dark mantle was standing in the shadows of a small tree, observing the carnage going on.
"Yes," he muttered softly, "play now, my child, play now. You will learn later, oh yes, later you will understand. But for now, play".
Soft wicked laughter came from under the hood. Suddenly brimstone and sulfurous clouds started to gather around him, and he started to fade away. Softly he started chanting in an ancient and long forgotten tongue.
"Ykerra do Wergea, Ykerra do Koatlys..."
Sword of Evil, Sword of Chaos ...
Written by Maurice, 2001.
Story time (I hope you like it)
Chrissy, relax, your work won't suffer. This short story is all there is. 
I have lots of these random ideas and thoughts, about characters and places. Usually they don't amount to much, remaining but closed, seperate pieces all by themselves. Sometimes a few connect, but not a real story. This one has been crystallising out (if you know what I mean) for a while now, so I decided to finally write it down.
On this one, there are a lot of open questions that even I can't answer. Who where Lanys and his group? Why were they chasing these Dark guys? What's the history of the sword? Who is the dark figure at the end?? But by itself, this leaves quite a lot for the reader to form his own ideas and thoughts, right??
Dunno if I will write down more of these 'shreds' of stories. Maybe I will.
I have lots of these random ideas and thoughts, about characters and places. Usually they don't amount to much, remaining but closed, seperate pieces all by themselves. Sometimes a few connect, but not a real story. This one has been crystallising out (if you know what I mean) for a while now, so I decided to finally write it down.
On this one, there are a lot of open questions that even I can't answer. Who where Lanys and his group? Why were they chasing these Dark guys? What's the history of the sword? Who is the dark figure at the end?? But by itself, this leaves quite a lot for the reader to form his own ideas and thoughts, right??
Dunno if I will write down more of these 'shreds' of stories. Maybe I will.
Actually that's how most of the scenes from my 'novel' came to life. Take about one good quote, think on it for a while and wake up in the middle of the night with a good subplot. And nowadays Chrissy runs around with notebooks in her bag.
(One of my friends was quite surprised when I was sitting at her desk in the middle of the night writing something down in a notebook when I was staying over, she thinks I'm crazy, I probabaly am, but then again, so is she.)
My mom complains about this kind of writing, she claims it's more a moviescript than a book. (she still hasn't read all of it so she isn't entitled to an opinion anyway)
(One of my friends was quite surprised when I was sitting at her desk in the middle of the night writing something down in a notebook when I was staying over, she thinks I'm crazy, I probabaly am, but then again, so is she.
)My mom complains about this kind of writing, she claims it's more a moviescript than a book. (she still hasn't read all of it so she isn't entitled to an opinion anyway
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The biggest topic starter was on the Diablo 2 forum which look just like this only not with such great people as this on (A$$kisser?) some one told a story about monkeys on sale. he bought 130 monkeys. the next day they were all dead now he knew why they were on sale. and the rest of the story went on about how he was trying to get rite of the bodies. very long it took up on page but was great fun.
but I think that Maurice owes us a 2.chapter it was just begining to get really interesting. Pleeease
but I think that Maurice owes us a 2.chapter it was just begining to get really interesting. Pleeease
This weeks health tips:
Don't eat sharp objects it can be the cause of 7 out of 10 bad stomages.
Don't eat sharp objects it can be the cause of 7 out of 10 bad stomages.
I agree Garcia, it's not nice not to finish a story with dark figures in it. (you don't want to be responsible for a little girl getting nightmares now would you Maurice? Maurice goes in to acute writersblock Too much pressure aaah...)
Oh, that feels good, I'm quite used to hearing pleas to please hurry up with your story, never been on the other side of them tough...
Maurice goes in to acute writersblock Too much pressure aaah...)Oh, that feels good, I'm quite used to hearing pleas to please hurry up with your story, never been on the other side of them tough...
Oh sure, a moderator posts a short story, and everyone reads it! I post one, lowely little Member Aegis, and what do I get? Craig, Weasel, and Magus! Come on ladies, help my writing out!
By the way, good start.
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"We should find more of these.... glues you keep taking about"
"There CLUES"
"Ya ya, whatever. Geez, one letter off, so crucify me!"
Religious ones should get this, if you don't and want to, just ask.
By the way, good start.
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"We should find more of these.... glues you keep taking about"
"There CLUES"
"Ya ya, whatever. Geez, one letter off, so crucify me!"
Religious ones should get this, if you don't and want to, just ask.
Mmm, well I'll bump this one back up (hey, if I don't promote myself, who will?? )
Aegis, I hope some will help you out as well. Come guys and gals, give Aegis a hand, ok??
Ok, as for this story, when it first came up, it was actually just past the date to send in stories for NeverWinterNights (they had a contest there, best 10 stories would somehow make it into the game). But like I said before, it really stands on its own. I have no idea of what happened before, or what's going to happen (aside from the twist of fate for the main character).
I have a few more of these 'fragments' like these, but of different characters. One is based on an SF computer game (X-Com, ever heard of it?), in which the character has a near-death experience. Two other fragments feature a character in medieval setting, who undergoes some uncontrolled change (much like the Slayer in BG2), and somehow turns the tide in a battle completely.
Back in my teenage years, I used to have lots of stories in my mind about 2 characters in an SF setting. It became pretty thorough in the end, with a well developed background and history, although the characters were 'twinked' (EQ players should know what this means). After a few years I realised their adventures were mainly about things that somehow had to do with how I was inside, myself. It has been years since their story was chronological by the way; right now, I usually have fragments of characters in various settings, mainly fantasy or science fiction.
Maybe I'll write down some more. (And yes, putting pressure on me WILL result in writersblock!!
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)Aegis, I hope some will help you out as well. Come guys and gals, give Aegis a hand, ok??
Ok, as for this story, when it first came up, it was actually just past the date to send in stories for NeverWinterNights (they had a contest there, best 10 stories would somehow make it into the game). But like I said before, it really stands on its own. I have no idea of what happened before, or what's going to happen (aside from the twist of fate for the main character).
I have a few more of these 'fragments' like these, but of different characters. One is based on an SF computer game (X-Com, ever heard of it?), in which the character has a near-death experience. Two other fragments feature a character in medieval setting, who undergoes some uncontrolled change (much like the Slayer in BG2), and somehow turns the tide in a battle completely.
Back in my teenage years, I used to have lots of stories in my mind about 2 characters in an SF setting. It became pretty thorough in the end, with a well developed background and history, although the characters were 'twinked' (EQ players should know what this means). After a few years I realised their adventures were mainly about things that somehow had to do with how I was inside, myself. It has been years since their story was chronological by the way; right now, I usually have fragments of characters in various settings, mainly fantasy or science fiction.
Maybe I'll write down some more. (And yes, putting pressure on me WILL result in writersblock!!
)