Post by varalf on Aug 4, 2005 10:08:03 GMT -5
EDIT: I forgot to put this:
WARNING THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SOME VIOLENCE
This is a story I'm writing, the second to have Varalf in it (the first has been delayed) I'm posting the little of it that's here so I actually continue writing it, if I don't contribute at least a paragraph or more a day, I would like 1000 goo to be removed for each day
This is what I have so far... not much, but let's make it happen!
Working Title: Coming of Ages
Prologue:
Drolsch entered the smoke filled room and eased his frown slightly; he had been waiting for this moment for many years. Finally he stood in the grand hall of the former leader of the Galdrefec clan, after a lengthy challenge in which Drolsch lost three fingers and the former leader Vecc had lost his life. The one storey stone room had been built by Dwarven explorers thousands of years ago as a small outpost, it was now in the control of one of the many Orcish clans that now litter the southern regions. The chimney of the room had been clogged to keep with Orcish standard of smoky abodes.
With him was his new advisor who stood at the entrance of the room carrying the remains of the former leader Vecc. Drolsch walked towards the bloodstained and battered table that stood in the middle of the hall. “Bring him to me!” Drolsch shouted in an icy and derisive tone.
His advisor Fregrecc walked over to the table and slammed the lifeless body of Vecc onto the table. “Yes, repulsive one.”
“Bring the others.” Drolsch commanded as Fregrecc went to find the deposed leader’s advisors. As Fregrecc left the room Drolsch continued with his master plan. The plan that begun with deposing the now former leader. Vecc had hated the first part of the plan - even more so than Orcs hate all things. Now that Vecc’s mistake had been fully realized, the worst of the Orcish rituals were however still to come. Drolsch removed a ritual dagger from its scabbard and awaited Veccs former advisors.
Fregrecc entered the hall with the gagged former advisors, “May you all return to Seren Vale where you can be truly accepted by your faery kin.” Drolsch's angry and arrogant scowl made clear just how hateful he was toward the misplaced resistance of these chosen few. He then proceeded to lift the ritual knife above the lifeless body of Vecc. With one quick slash Vecc’s ribcage burst out of the former leader’s body. Drolsch removed Vecc’s heart and cut a large chunk; Drolsch let out a cruel laugh as his sharp, black teeth pierced the heart of the former leader. Drolsch then grabbed the remains of Vecc’s heart and continued to laugh as blood splattered on his face furthering his bloodlust.
Drolsch grabbed a rib and ripped the bone from Vecc’s chest throwing a bit of the meat to Fregrecc. Drolsch then took extravasating body of Vecc and lunged his fist into the black Orcish lungs splattering more blood onto the table. Vecc’s former advisors writhed in rage at the ghastly display as they awaited their imminent deaths at Drolsch’s hands. “You dared defy me?!” Drolsch bellowed in rage at Vecc’s former advisors, he then threw the remains of Vecc to Fregrecc who handed it to a guard at the door.
Drolsch pushed the chair back from the ancient wooden table and stood up knocking down the chair in the process. He then walked past the five former advisors and went to the front of the Hall. “Get Vecc’s sword!” He ordered to the guard at the door who had just put the deposed leader’s body in the square where the fight had taken place. The guard ran to do his new leaders bidding, picking up an immaculate Dwarven sword as it stood piercing the ground. The guard ran back, then, kneeling on the ground, he handed the sword to his leader.
Drolsch took the sword in hand and turned back into the hall: the sword glinted in the small lines of light that were let into the hall through the windows. The former advisors turned towards Drolsch and spat inaudible insults through their gags. Then with one swift movement, Drolsch lifted the sword and swung, severing the head of the closest advisor. The head rolled up to a pile of bones and litter beside the table, “Who’s next?” Spat Drolsch as he kicked the lifeless body of the former advisor.
The four remaining advisors stood defiantly and waited for their imminent release, Drolsch looked at them with contempt “What were Veccs plans!?” Drolsch shouted at them.
The advisors remained defiant, indicating that they couldn’t reply while gagged, Drolsch knew that only the weakest would submit to torture, a common practice however was to keep the weak close so that the leaders could not be deposed by their advisors, Vecc however had certain delusions about immortality and therefore did not practice this. Fregrecc moved to the advisor closest to Drolsch to remove the blood stained and grimy gag, as he loosened the gag the advisor lashed out attempting to masticate Fregreccs hands, Fregrecc in turn lashed out with his hand bringing the un-gagged advisor to his knees. “May you soon find yourself in Larethian’s halls, to join your kin in harmony.” Spat the advisor.
“Where were you when Vecc was most in need?” Drolsch laughed, “Dare I say we have a coward in our midst, where did they find you? Running to find sanctuary in Seren Vale?” Drolsch moved swiftly hitting the advisor in the head with the hilt of his Dwarven sword as it shimmered in the little light there was in the Hall. Drolsch grabbed the advisors dwindling hair and lifted up the advisors head next to his own. “What were Vecc’s plans!?” Drolsch snarled.
“May you unite with the elves in peace!” The advisor replied, Drolsch put both hands on the advisors head and with one swift movement snapped his neck, leaving the Orc on in spasms on the floor.
“Get rid of him!” Drolsch bellowed as one of the guards ran to fulfill his new masters commands. Clearly enraged, Drolsch took his sword, ran up to the closest prisoner and hacked the advisor in half, causing more blood to further stain the hall, Drolsch moved through the pool of blood causing his feet to stick slightly to the ground. “I am done with you.” He said calmly, “The clan would appreciate having some living food today!” Drolsch shouted triumphantly, “Now,” he bellowed, “get the others and we can plan the next course of action.” Fregrecc hurried out of the room to get the rest of Drolsch’s advisors.
Drolsch sat back down at the table and used the ritual knife to pick at the pieces of meat remaining at the table, picking them up and eating them. Fregrecc entered with the rest of Drolsch’s advisors. “I have a plan.” Said Drolsch as the advisors sat down.
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Further North, above the so called Alfheim Forest in the Outcast Mines, home to the Misguided Ones, the Dark Elves expelled from Alfheim after a long and bitter civil war, an enigmatic leader is rallying forces for an incursion… (Misguided Ones Plot line, still undecided, will come back to it later)
Chapter One:
Varalf…
WARNING THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SOME VIOLENCE
This is a story I'm writing, the second to have Varalf in it (the first has been delayed) I'm posting the little of it that's here so I actually continue writing it, if I don't contribute at least a paragraph or more a day, I would like 1000 goo to be removed for each day
This is what I have so far... not much, but let's make it happen!
Working Title: Coming of Ages
Prologue:
Drolsch entered the smoke filled room and eased his frown slightly; he had been waiting for this moment for many years. Finally he stood in the grand hall of the former leader of the Galdrefec clan, after a lengthy challenge in which Drolsch lost three fingers and the former leader Vecc had lost his life. The one storey stone room had been built by Dwarven explorers thousands of years ago as a small outpost, it was now in the control of one of the many Orcish clans that now litter the southern regions. The chimney of the room had been clogged to keep with Orcish standard of smoky abodes.
With him was his new advisor who stood at the entrance of the room carrying the remains of the former leader Vecc. Drolsch walked towards the bloodstained and battered table that stood in the middle of the hall. “Bring him to me!” Drolsch shouted in an icy and derisive tone.
His advisor Fregrecc walked over to the table and slammed the lifeless body of Vecc onto the table. “Yes, repulsive one.”
“Bring the others.” Drolsch commanded as Fregrecc went to find the deposed leader’s advisors. As Fregrecc left the room Drolsch continued with his master plan. The plan that begun with deposing the now former leader. Vecc had hated the first part of the plan - even more so than Orcs hate all things. Now that Vecc’s mistake had been fully realized, the worst of the Orcish rituals were however still to come. Drolsch removed a ritual dagger from its scabbard and awaited Veccs former advisors.
Fregrecc entered the hall with the gagged former advisors, “May you all return to Seren Vale where you can be truly accepted by your faery kin.” Drolsch's angry and arrogant scowl made clear just how hateful he was toward the misplaced resistance of these chosen few. He then proceeded to lift the ritual knife above the lifeless body of Vecc. With one quick slash Vecc’s ribcage burst out of the former leader’s body. Drolsch removed Vecc’s heart and cut a large chunk; Drolsch let out a cruel laugh as his sharp, black teeth pierced the heart of the former leader. Drolsch then grabbed the remains of Vecc’s heart and continued to laugh as blood splattered on his face furthering his bloodlust.
Drolsch grabbed a rib and ripped the bone from Vecc’s chest throwing a bit of the meat to Fregrecc. Drolsch then took extravasating body of Vecc and lunged his fist into the black Orcish lungs splattering more blood onto the table. Vecc’s former advisors writhed in rage at the ghastly display as they awaited their imminent deaths at Drolsch’s hands. “You dared defy me?!” Drolsch bellowed in rage at Vecc’s former advisors, he then threw the remains of Vecc to Fregrecc who handed it to a guard at the door.
Drolsch pushed the chair back from the ancient wooden table and stood up knocking down the chair in the process. He then walked past the five former advisors and went to the front of the Hall. “Get Vecc’s sword!” He ordered to the guard at the door who had just put the deposed leader’s body in the square where the fight had taken place. The guard ran to do his new leaders bidding, picking up an immaculate Dwarven sword as it stood piercing the ground. The guard ran back, then, kneeling on the ground, he handed the sword to his leader.
Drolsch took the sword in hand and turned back into the hall: the sword glinted in the small lines of light that were let into the hall through the windows. The former advisors turned towards Drolsch and spat inaudible insults through their gags. Then with one swift movement, Drolsch lifted the sword and swung, severing the head of the closest advisor. The head rolled up to a pile of bones and litter beside the table, “Who’s next?” Spat Drolsch as he kicked the lifeless body of the former advisor.
The four remaining advisors stood defiantly and waited for their imminent release, Drolsch looked at them with contempt “What were Veccs plans!?” Drolsch shouted at them.
The advisors remained defiant, indicating that they couldn’t reply while gagged, Drolsch knew that only the weakest would submit to torture, a common practice however was to keep the weak close so that the leaders could not be deposed by their advisors, Vecc however had certain delusions about immortality and therefore did not practice this. Fregrecc moved to the advisor closest to Drolsch to remove the blood stained and grimy gag, as he loosened the gag the advisor lashed out attempting to masticate Fregreccs hands, Fregrecc in turn lashed out with his hand bringing the un-gagged advisor to his knees. “May you soon find yourself in Larethian’s halls, to join your kin in harmony.” Spat the advisor.
“Where were you when Vecc was most in need?” Drolsch laughed, “Dare I say we have a coward in our midst, where did they find you? Running to find sanctuary in Seren Vale?” Drolsch moved swiftly hitting the advisor in the head with the hilt of his Dwarven sword as it shimmered in the little light there was in the Hall. Drolsch grabbed the advisors dwindling hair and lifted up the advisors head next to his own. “What were Vecc’s plans!?” Drolsch snarled.
“May you unite with the elves in peace!” The advisor replied, Drolsch put both hands on the advisors head and with one swift movement snapped his neck, leaving the Orc on in spasms on the floor.
“Get rid of him!” Drolsch bellowed as one of the guards ran to fulfill his new masters commands. Clearly enraged, Drolsch took his sword, ran up to the closest prisoner and hacked the advisor in half, causing more blood to further stain the hall, Drolsch moved through the pool of blood causing his feet to stick slightly to the ground. “I am done with you.” He said calmly, “The clan would appreciate having some living food today!” Drolsch shouted triumphantly, “Now,” he bellowed, “get the others and we can plan the next course of action.” Fregrecc hurried out of the room to get the rest of Drolsch’s advisors.
Drolsch sat back down at the table and used the ritual knife to pick at the pieces of meat remaining at the table, picking them up and eating them. Fregrecc entered with the rest of Drolsch’s advisors. “I have a plan.” Said Drolsch as the advisors sat down.
************
Further North, above the so called Alfheim Forest in the Outcast Mines, home to the Misguided Ones, the Dark Elves expelled from Alfheim after a long and bitter civil war, an enigmatic leader is rallying forces for an incursion… (Misguided Ones Plot line, still undecided, will come back to it later)
Chapter One:
Varalf…
