OK, well I have finally started one of the many ideas for a story I have had going around in my head. Please send some feedback to me about it, it is just the beginning but well pretty please?
Here goes.. (It hasnīt any title yet..=
Persons : Garann barbar sworddancer
: Elusine, Amazon warrior princess
: Grouksha, Northern orc tribe.
: Haran, capital city of the land..
1. All good things must come to an end.
The sun caressed the forrest in a sweet and playful light making the autumn colored leaves to a magnificent show of colors and beauty. Garann to yellow to red.. Ah yes read Garann thought for himself, a color you definately could get fed up with.. The only thing that disturbed the beauty was the red blood almost black in the color that lay around the four orcs in the little glade.
- I hardly saw you move, Elusine the Amazone princess said.
- I ehh, damn, he always was lost when she held his gaze, so fragile so beatiful. and yet so strong.
He had seen her, he was surprsed at first, not knowing that Amazones used magic or had magic users at all the third orc had been hit by something that almost teared it apart.. Magic, bah, a good sword is what you need he thought for himself.
- Well, you truly are a great sworddancer as the elder of your village said, Elusoine said.
- Thank you, was all he could muster to say, the heating in his face was not from the sun, that much he could tell.. We better move on, there could be more of them.
- Youīre right, she said, starting to pack her things.
Garann, leaned over one of the orcs, checking their gear, he noticed the grinning skull on their shields making them from the Mountain tribe Grouksha. Hmm, they must have followed us hear, they usually donīt get this far into the woods considering the elves around this forrest. This isnīt a good sign.
Yeah, like if that would be the first sign that was bad, and Garann felt that it would probably be far from the last sign either.. All this escorting mission had been bad news he thought.
It had been five days ago since he had been called by his elders to a meeting, only a week before he had returned after imprisonedment at a warring clans gladiator arena, he had won his freedom but had been weak from all the battles and wounds and the trip back to his village. He had not quite regained his strength yet. Though it had been sufficiant to handle thoose three orcs without as much as breaking a sweet, his grandfather and the elves that had trained him into a sworddancer had taught him well he grinned at the mamories.
The elders had said to him that the spirits of their ancestors had required of them to protect a certain female from the Amazones. The amazones and the clan of the wolf had lived in mutural respect and peace for a long time. The clan of the wolf had always treated women like their equals cause of the hardship in the mountains everyone had to put thei best effort up to survive. Thus making them closer to the amazones then the rest of the Barbaric tribes in the mountains. This respect had been very good and many Amazone and Barbarians had wed making them both strong and prosperous. It wasnīt that hard to understand that the Amazones had come to the Wolf clan since the wolf clan had the best and hardest fighter in these lands. Since they never actually interfered in any politics and greater clan wars they had been battling against great odds but always prevailed.
The mission had been to escort an Amazone princess to the city of Haran and see that she meet with the order of the Holy flame. This was of utter importance, the whole land seemed to be at stake, battleling an old evil that was about to rise. That seemed like rubbish to Garann, at first he had thought the spirits mad, then the elders. But when the Amaones came with the princess he had no objections to the missoin...
The first day had been alot traveling and everybody being quiet about the mission, which he still didnīt know that much about, he had given his word to the spirits to see Princess safe to Haran and to these religious order, at that he intended to do. That very night they had been ambushed by Ogres, alot of them and only Garann and Elusine had managed to get out alive, fiftenn ogres down and three of Garannīs men. That night Garann had reevaluated the mission, something really was afoot here. The dark tribes seldom manifested that large forces and very seldom worked together unless there was something big going on. Since they only respected waht they feared, someone stronger or mightier something strong had come and made them work together. Three days of sneaking and fighting down the mountains had also made Garann impressed of Elusine. A very good shot with her bow and very strong with her magic, he didnīt know but in some childish way he hoped he had impressed her with his fighting techniques.
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Ok so far so good, I hope..
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