SuperNINJ4
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- Posted: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 17:36:40 +0000
OK, notes from the author... Hmmm. Well, this is a completely original, to my knowledge, story that I've always wanted to write. It's not what you think it will be, I can assure you. Please read this first section, and leave some feedback on it. Thanks so much.
Oh and all I have is a working title right now.
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Somewhere deep in the Dreaded Forest a small fire dimly glowed. Hidden in the night, a meeting was underway with four attendants particpating. The first, and the largest of the four was a beastly man, close to 7 feet tall, and nearly 4 feet from shoulder to shoulder. He had dark spotted hair, shoulder length, with a connecting beard equally long. His once silver colored armor was well beyond tarnished and was currently a dull tan. Scarred hands, as well as a scarred face clearly announced his fair share of battle. A military nature sat about him, if not by his looks, then by his posture. He was intimidating. The second man was a sorcerer by trade, wielding a large staff that had a green jewel affixed at the head. He wore purple robes that swept the ground behind him, erasing his presence, as though he was never there to begin with. Bushy grey eyebrows complemented his silver mane of hair that flowed the length of his spine. His sight had long retreated into the recesses of darkness, however, the sorcerer seemed to percieve the world around him with ease. He sat calmly on a fallen tree. The third gentleman, cloaked in a black cape and hood, reclined on a surrounding rock. He was a young man, mid 20s at his oldest, that had no visible faults or indications of ever being mistreated. The last attendant was a woman, equally as young as the young man, clad in amber colored armor. She had midlength hair of radiant orange that seemed to glow similar to the fire. She stood like the large man, but produced a proud presence rather than an intimidating one.
"Tobit, when aar we going through wit tha plaan?" The large man took a step forward, extending his hands as he talked. "We've been waitin' fer so long now. Gaa! I've been waitin, wha, five years? Six years! It's about time tha tha b*****d get wha they deserve, eh?" His low toned voice was forceful. It seemed to wake the dark young man on the rock from his unkown sleep.
The sorcerer pointed his staff at the nearly extinguished fire and it roared to extravigant life. "Be steady, Armuss. The time is now." The old sorcerer glared upwards toward the stars. "Believe me Armuss, I have long awaited this as well. The stars are almost alligned... Soon, very soon, we will do what is needed." Tobit's raspy voice trembled to a halt.
"Hmmm..." The young hooded man sat up and swiveled aroung to face the others as well as the blaze. "Why is it everytime we need a great feat of magic it requires the stars. The stars aren't nearly as important as earthly objects." He pulled his hood back revealing golden hair. He peered sideways at the young woman, "and I must say, they aren't nearly as beautiful as earthly objects either." He smiled, directly glaring at the woman.
"You're not my husband yet Lou!" The woman loked the other way in disgust.
"Oh," he raised a fist in the air, "but in a week I'll be king, and you'll be my queen. Hmmm, I can't wait to make love to you," he put a hand to direct his voice so that only she would hear, "legally, I mean."
The woman's mouth dropped open, "Well, I! I!"
Armuss flicked a rock at Lou who promptly fell from his day dreaming. "Lad! If you don't settle your a** down I'm a gonna settle it down for ye! Now back to tha plaan!"
Lou stood at attention, and mockingly saluted, "Yes sir!"
"Lad! If you weren't tha future king I'd, I'd..."
"Lou, Armuss, please, take your seats." Tobit was standing now. The others promptly sat down. "I will now explain the nature of the deeds that must occur." He bent down and took soil from the ground. He threw the soil in the fire and the flames immediatly died down, soon after forming a picture in the flame. "Lou, you are the son of King Unrow, King of Gretik." Slowly a picture of a valiant looking man appeared in the fire." Jillian, you are daughter of King Bain, King of Lomen." In the same manner as before, another proud man was featured." Armuss you are the former Captain of the Royal Guard of King Unrow. What you all have in common is Elves." The men dissapeared from the flame and were replaced by a scene with hundreds of long eared creatures, resembeling humans, appearing in a large valley. "Elves, the vial creatures that invaded our world expecting to live amongst humans without quarell. Who wish to consume our resources and create kingdoms of their own. Gretik and Lomen have agreed to aid the Elves, giving them land and work. We represent those who are opposed to this treachary. Since the Elves appeared over 10 years ago I have been searching for a way to expell them from the land. I believe I have found a way." The flame returned to normal as Tobit's voice died away leaving only a steady weez.
"Well?" Lou said stubbornly, "Come out with it! What did you find?"
Tobit sat back on his tree, "Forgive me *weez* I'm not as young as I used to be, and these years of searching have tired me so. I daresay I may not live through to the end of this. Elves are not immortal, but they are strong, and can be killed many times before they permanently die. Every 500 years the Elvan government appoints three elves as Keepers of the Soul. The three elves are immortal and cease aging while employed as Keepers. The Elvan populations needs the Keepers to maintain their false immortality. Without the Keepers they only have one life, and are just as strong as we humans. *weez* Through the many years of searching I have found the solution. The one spell that will end this horrible mess before it gets too big to handle. I have discovered a spell that, with given preparation, will make the Keepers vanish from the Earth. The stars align for one night only, and not again for 1000 years. We must do it on that night."
"When will tha night be?" Armuss spoke up.
"Two nights from now. Much has to be done. Armuss, you must talk to your former soldiers, you still have connections in the Royal Guard don't you?"
"Me? Yeah! Jim and Tim will do anything for meh."
"Good," Tobit rubbed his hands together, clutching his staff. "Set up an assasination for King Unrow. Jillian dear?"
"Yes," Jillian emerged from her long period of listening.
"Jillian you will unfortunatly have to murder your father." Tobit retreived a small leather bag and beckoned for Jillian to take it. She did. "Mix this in his ale. He will die in his sleep. With both kings gone you two will inherit the kingdoms." He now glared at Lou and Jillian, "Lou, as new King of Gretik, you will request a conference with the Elvan Government, and also request the Keepers be brought along. Tell them it's about the assasination of your father. These Elves are too concerened about keeping the peace, and they think they can't be harmed; they'll agree. Hold the conference in the Royal Garden at night; there, I can hide and cast the spell unnoticed. I am doubtful that I will live after casting such a powerful and complex spell. After the Keepers are gone, immediatley after they disappear, kill any Elves that remain. Lou, the next day, announce that your father's murder was carried out by the Elvan Government, declare war on the Elves. At the same time, you and Jillian are to wed, uniting Gretik and Lomen against the Elves."
"Oh I do love it when plans come together like this, don't you?" Lou glanced over to Jillian, smiling.
"Oh! I! I! Hmph!" Jillian crossed her arms and looked the oppisite way yet again.
Lou shrugged, "Whatever dear. Armuss, I must say, if this all goes according to plan, you will undoubtidly find your way back to Captain of my Royal Guard."
Armuss sneered, "Oh! Tha would be great! Thank you yer highness." He punctuated each word with sarcasm.
Tobit coughed, "Ahem! Let us adjourn for the night, we all have work to do. In two nights the Elves will fall."
"Yeah! Tha bastards aar gonna get whats commin to 'em!" Armuss shouted.
Each of the members, save Tobit, stood and walked to the outer rim of the firelight. Then, each mounting horses that were previously concealed, rode off in their respective directions. Tobit sat on his tree motionless. After a few moments he spoke, "Are you there, my Lord?"
An evil voice replied, "How goes the night?"
"Good, my Lord. Things are going just as it has been foretold."
"Hmm... Everything?" The dark voice queryied.
"Yes, my Lord, the Elves will be destroyed in no time."
"What of the others? Do they..."
"Suspect? No, my Lord. They believe they are helping by destroying the Elves. They have no idea that the Elves came to save this world."
"Hahaha... Good." And the voice was gone.
Oh and all I have is a working title right now.
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Somewhere deep in the Dreaded Forest a small fire dimly glowed. Hidden in the night, a meeting was underway with four attendants particpating. The first, and the largest of the four was a beastly man, close to 7 feet tall, and nearly 4 feet from shoulder to shoulder. He had dark spotted hair, shoulder length, with a connecting beard equally long. His once silver colored armor was well beyond tarnished and was currently a dull tan. Scarred hands, as well as a scarred face clearly announced his fair share of battle. A military nature sat about him, if not by his looks, then by his posture. He was intimidating. The second man was a sorcerer by trade, wielding a large staff that had a green jewel affixed at the head. He wore purple robes that swept the ground behind him, erasing his presence, as though he was never there to begin with. Bushy grey eyebrows complemented his silver mane of hair that flowed the length of his spine. His sight had long retreated into the recesses of darkness, however, the sorcerer seemed to percieve the world around him with ease. He sat calmly on a fallen tree. The third gentleman, cloaked in a black cape and hood, reclined on a surrounding rock. He was a young man, mid 20s at his oldest, that had no visible faults or indications of ever being mistreated. The last attendant was a woman, equally as young as the young man, clad in amber colored armor. She had midlength hair of radiant orange that seemed to glow similar to the fire. She stood like the large man, but produced a proud presence rather than an intimidating one.
"Tobit, when aar we going through wit tha plaan?" The large man took a step forward, extending his hands as he talked. "We've been waitin' fer so long now. Gaa! I've been waitin, wha, five years? Six years! It's about time tha tha b*****d get wha they deserve, eh?" His low toned voice was forceful. It seemed to wake the dark young man on the rock from his unkown sleep.
The sorcerer pointed his staff at the nearly extinguished fire and it roared to extravigant life. "Be steady, Armuss. The time is now." The old sorcerer glared upwards toward the stars. "Believe me Armuss, I have long awaited this as well. The stars are almost alligned... Soon, very soon, we will do what is needed." Tobit's raspy voice trembled to a halt.
"Hmmm..." The young hooded man sat up and swiveled aroung to face the others as well as the blaze. "Why is it everytime we need a great feat of magic it requires the stars. The stars aren't nearly as important as earthly objects." He pulled his hood back revealing golden hair. He peered sideways at the young woman, "and I must say, they aren't nearly as beautiful as earthly objects either." He smiled, directly glaring at the woman.
"You're not my husband yet Lou!" The woman loked the other way in disgust.
"Oh," he raised a fist in the air, "but in a week I'll be king, and you'll be my queen. Hmmm, I can't wait to make love to you," he put a hand to direct his voice so that only she would hear, "legally, I mean."
The woman's mouth dropped open, "Well, I! I!"
Armuss flicked a rock at Lou who promptly fell from his day dreaming. "Lad! If you don't settle your a** down I'm a gonna settle it down for ye! Now back to tha plaan!"
Lou stood at attention, and mockingly saluted, "Yes sir!"
"Lad! If you weren't tha future king I'd, I'd..."
"Lou, Armuss, please, take your seats." Tobit was standing now. The others promptly sat down. "I will now explain the nature of the deeds that must occur." He bent down and took soil from the ground. He threw the soil in the fire and the flames immediatly died down, soon after forming a picture in the flame. "Lou, you are the son of King Unrow, King of Gretik." Slowly a picture of a valiant looking man appeared in the fire." Jillian, you are daughter of King Bain, King of Lomen." In the same manner as before, another proud man was featured." Armuss you are the former Captain of the Royal Guard of King Unrow. What you all have in common is Elves." The men dissapeared from the flame and were replaced by a scene with hundreds of long eared creatures, resembeling humans, appearing in a large valley. "Elves, the vial creatures that invaded our world expecting to live amongst humans without quarell. Who wish to consume our resources and create kingdoms of their own. Gretik and Lomen have agreed to aid the Elves, giving them land and work. We represent those who are opposed to this treachary. Since the Elves appeared over 10 years ago I have been searching for a way to expell them from the land. I believe I have found a way." The flame returned to normal as Tobit's voice died away leaving only a steady weez.
"Well?" Lou said stubbornly, "Come out with it! What did you find?"
Tobit sat back on his tree, "Forgive me *weez* I'm not as young as I used to be, and these years of searching have tired me so. I daresay I may not live through to the end of this. Elves are not immortal, but they are strong, and can be killed many times before they permanently die. Every 500 years the Elvan government appoints three elves as Keepers of the Soul. The three elves are immortal and cease aging while employed as Keepers. The Elvan populations needs the Keepers to maintain their false immortality. Without the Keepers they only have one life, and are just as strong as we humans. *weez* Through the many years of searching I have found the solution. The one spell that will end this horrible mess before it gets too big to handle. I have discovered a spell that, with given preparation, will make the Keepers vanish from the Earth. The stars align for one night only, and not again for 1000 years. We must do it on that night."
"When will tha night be?" Armuss spoke up.
"Two nights from now. Much has to be done. Armuss, you must talk to your former soldiers, you still have connections in the Royal Guard don't you?"
"Me? Yeah! Jim and Tim will do anything for meh."
"Good," Tobit rubbed his hands together, clutching his staff. "Set up an assasination for King Unrow. Jillian dear?"
"Yes," Jillian emerged from her long period of listening.
"Jillian you will unfortunatly have to murder your father." Tobit retreived a small leather bag and beckoned for Jillian to take it. She did. "Mix this in his ale. He will die in his sleep. With both kings gone you two will inherit the kingdoms." He now glared at Lou and Jillian, "Lou, as new King of Gretik, you will request a conference with the Elvan Government, and also request the Keepers be brought along. Tell them it's about the assasination of your father. These Elves are too concerened about keeping the peace, and they think they can't be harmed; they'll agree. Hold the conference in the Royal Garden at night; there, I can hide and cast the spell unnoticed. I am doubtful that I will live after casting such a powerful and complex spell. After the Keepers are gone, immediatley after they disappear, kill any Elves that remain. Lou, the next day, announce that your father's murder was carried out by the Elvan Government, declare war on the Elves. At the same time, you and Jillian are to wed, uniting Gretik and Lomen against the Elves."
"Oh I do love it when plans come together like this, don't you?" Lou glanced over to Jillian, smiling.
"Oh! I! I! Hmph!" Jillian crossed her arms and looked the oppisite way yet again.
Lou shrugged, "Whatever dear. Armuss, I must say, if this all goes according to plan, you will undoubtidly find your way back to Captain of my Royal Guard."
Armuss sneered, "Oh! Tha would be great! Thank you yer highness." He punctuated each word with sarcasm.
Tobit coughed, "Ahem! Let us adjourn for the night, we all have work to do. In two nights the Elves will fall."
"Yeah! Tha bastards aar gonna get whats commin to 'em!" Armuss shouted.
Each of the members, save Tobit, stood and walked to the outer rim of the firelight. Then, each mounting horses that were previously concealed, rode off in their respective directions. Tobit sat on his tree motionless. After a few moments he spoke, "Are you there, my Lord?"
An evil voice replied, "How goes the night?"
"Good, my Lord. Things are going just as it has been foretold."
"Hmm... Everything?" The dark voice queryied.
"Yes, my Lord, the Elves will be destroyed in no time."
"What of the others? Do they..."
"Suspect? No, my Lord. They believe they are helping by destroying the Elves. They have no idea that the Elves came to save this world."
"Hahaha... Good." And the voice was gone.
