Legends of Fire

T

TERRY16389

Senior Member
Joined
Jul 8, 2005
Posts
522
Bells
1,050
This is a story of intruige, death, happiness, revenge, and above all, an everlasting friendship. Without any further adue, I, Terry16389, give you:

firethingy.gif


<big><big><big>Prolouge:</big></big></big><big><big>
He ducked low, narrowly avoiding his master's whirring blades. He immediatley came back up, searching for a weakness in Kether's defenses. Kether thrust out with one of his blades, only to be slapped away by Tanis' curved dagger. Tanis came in low with his rapier, his dagger holding the swirling swords at bay. His master suspected the feint, though and blocked with a flourish, knocking both of Tanis' blades out wide. He knew better than to bring them back in, though, so he rolled left, dodging the thrusting swords. Kether launched into a flurry of thrust, feints, and slashes. Tanis dropped down low thrusting out, hoping to catch his master off balance. His master immediatley dropped into a double thrust low, only to catch his mistake late. Tanis had reversed direction suddenly, pulling away from his master to strike at his face. Kether laughed as Tanis rested his blades against his master's neck.
"You're losing your touch, Kether." Tanis stated flatly, returning the dagger and rapier to the weapons rack. The rack held every weapon imaginable, from scimitars to dwarven urgoshes. Tanis and Kether practiced daily with most of the weapons, so both were skilled no matter what the situation.
"Well," Kether said with a chuckle, "I think you're just getting better."
Tanis shook his head and stretched. They had accomplished little this day, the day of the G'naer Beroutha. G'naer Beroutha, literally translated, means Life of the Forest. The day was holy in the city of elves, where even humans stood out. Very few humans got to come to the city during this day, and if they did, they had a very good reason.
Tanis looked out towards the palace. The Palace of Gunathia. It was beautiful, even in the late day sun. It's many spires stood tall and majestic, beckoning the wealthy and noble. Tanis had only been there once, under the orders of his master. His master had said, "I feel it is time for you to meet the queen, even though you are young." Tanis had always hoped to go there again, but he had never had the luck.
Tanis looked back to his master, his weapons, his life. Tanis had grown up there in the large room that his master called
 
<big><big><big>Chapter 1:</big>
Tanis stared at the vast plains rolled out before him. They seemed to go on forever, but Tanis knew they weren't actually very big, compared to some of the other areas in Himatra. He sighed and began walking, keeping himself occupied by either talking to his hawk or thinking about his plan of action. He would need a horse, that was sure, but the nearest village was about a hundred miles away. A good 3 day walk if the weather held.
He wished his master were there, but since Kether had given his life for Tanis', he wasn't.
* * * * *
Tanis stopped for the night in a small valley created by three or four large hills. He noticed the tracks of a large hoard of orcs on the ground, but decided not to pay any heed to them. He quickly built a fire and set out to get something to eat. He had lived in the ruins of Gunathia for a long time, but had forgotten to bring food.
He came across the orc tracks again about a half a mile from the camp. This time his swords were in his hands in an instant. Later when he reflected on it, he realized that movement had saved his life.
He heard the orcs coming before they had even gotten there. He immediatley jumped towards them, his keen eyes seeing as well as they would in daylight. He thrust out, catching an orc in the stomach, using his other blade to deflect various attacks from the others. He swung his bloodied blade out away from the dead orc in a wide arc. It caught another one of the orcs in the chest, blood spurting everywhere. He launched into a quick maneuver, disabling an orc while slaying yet another. He caught a wide swing of a crude club with his right-handed sword, bringing the other one to bear. The orc knew it was doomed.
Tanis launched into a flurry on one of the remaining orcs, disabling it before it even had time to react to the sudden onslaught. The other orcs watched in amazement as the orc was gutted clean like a fish. With that, the others ran off screaming in their harsh language.
He crouched and whispered to one ofthe alive but severely wounded orcs, "Now you know who you hunt." With that, the orc slipped into oblivion.
* * * * *
Tanis returned laden with meat, which would sustain him until he came to the village he saught. He stood cautiously on the crest of one of the hills, watching the intruder with a glare. The human searched his backpack, around the fire, and with great curiousity studied his unblinking hawk. Tanis raised his arm and the hawk gave a great caw and fluttered over to Tanis' arm. The human stood upright to look straight at Tanis. Tanis walked down the hill towards the fire, not blinking his almond shaped eyes.
The man stuttered for a moment then managed to croak, "H-Hello!" Tanis was not amused, and continued to stare at the man. "Y-You know Common, of course?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes." Tanis replied bluntly, never taking his eyes of the strange looter.
"I-I was j-just looking for something to eat. Gotta live off of something, right?" the human said, sitting down near the fire. "I seen the fire and thought it might be some orcs or goblins. I didn't expect you." he said, shaking his head.
"You may have some of my meat, if you wish." Tanis said, grabbing a slab of the meat and tossing it to the man.
The looter was startled and caught it awkwardly. "Thank you!" he said, rising, his blonde hair falling down to shoulder length. Tanis nodded and removed his hood, his silvery mane falling down to the middle of his back.
The man's eyes widened tenfold with suprise. "An elf! I thought they were killed! All of them!"
Tanis stared hard at him, then shook his head and smiled, "No, they did not all die. I am the last one of my race."
"I'm sorry to hear that...?"
"Tanis. I'm sorry I did not introduce myself earlier. I did not know what to expect from you." Tanis replied with a chuckle.
"Well, Tanis. I'd best be off." he said with a smile.
Tanis nodded. "Of course. A man's got to make his way in the world some how, right?"
"Yeah. G'bye Tanis, last elf." and with that, he was gone.
Tanis nodded and started preparing his dinner.
* * * * *
After a filling meal of venison, Tanis entertained himself by watching the stars, naming the constellations he knew. His hawk has long since fallen asleep, cooing softly. He smiled, recognizing his master's favorite constellation.
"Hrrrngith the Wise." Tanis said, his smile wiped away by memories of his long time friend and mentor. He rolled over and slowly drifted into the semi-concious "sleep" of the elves.
 
TERRY16389 said:
Lone_Wolf said:
This is like a fantasy story right?
Good chapter.Your as good as Kolvo


;)
Click to expand...
Yes. It is a fantasy.

Thanks.
Click to expand...
Lone_Wolf said WHAT? <:( Oh well. I finally got competition! Battle of the stories. -gets out quill and ink bottle and a scrap of paper- Its on!


:)
 
<big><big><big>Chapter 3:</big>
He watched the elf closely, smiling, somewhat surprised at the generosity he had shown. The mirror's image wavered though, as the image was about to fade. There was nothing more to see this day. No, not since the elf had fallen asleep. He waved his hand at the mirror, but the image persisted. Frustrated, he waved his hand before the scrying mirror again. It refused to clear.
"Begone, fowl image!" he cried, waving his hand before it again.
"No." an evil voice said calmly behind him.
* * * * *
Tanis' peaceful sleep was disturbed by a strange vision that came to him. A man knelt before a large mirror, the image on it obscured. The man appeared to be begging for something.
"No, slave! Silence!" an large, deep voice boomed.
"B-But--"
"No! Begone!" the voice interrupted. Several large pit lords stepped out from the shadows, holding huge greataxes.
"P-Please!"
"No!" the voice seemed to fill his entire mind and body, making him shiver. The pit lords bgan to advance.
* * * * *
Tanis awoke several hours later, with the dawn, still troubled by the vision he had. The voice still rang in his hears, familiar yet strange. He shook his head to help him wake up, and went about, checking to make sure all his equipment was still there. The meat he would have to leave, but the rest he could take. He sighed, and headed off to the south again, hoping to cover as much ground as possible.
Later, he stopped to have a small lunch, and rest for a moment. He stood as he watched a small caravan pass by him, several of the men waving to him and calling greetings. He didn't even look up.
As he set out again, he noticed a vulture flying above him. He waved it away as a coincidence, and headed on his way. Half an hour later, he seen why the vuture was following him. The caravan he had seen had been completley decimated, by what he couldn't tell. He sifted through the wreckage, trying to find something of use. Nothing. Evidently this was a raid from some vile wandering tribe of orcs of goblins. If only he had arrived sooner, he might have been able to save these men!
He stood and headed onward, trying to not let the vision of the ruined caravan haount him. That night he caught sight of the town he saught, it was still a good days walk away, but he could wait. He wasn't in any real hurry anyway. He set down his bags by a tree and heading off to find something to eat.
* * * * *
He watched all this through the mirror, sighing as Tanis found the ruined caravan. This was getting to be too much, and soon he would snap. He had to hold his will in line though, even though the pit lords had tortured him greatly the night before. He watched as Tanis slew a deer and said a short prayer to the goddess of the forest, Mehlona.
He also watched as Tanis came upon the clan of goblins the Lord of Shadows had set upon the caravan. Tanis decended on them like fresh honey wine. Tanis slew them all efficiently and cleanly, every one of the goblins slaughtered like the men of the caravan. He waved at the image to go away, and this time it faded.
 
Ermmm..... why did it take you 4 months to release the next chapter?


;)
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Similar threads

Croconaw
What did y’all get for the holidays this year?
2 3
Replies
47
Views
1K
Bluelady
Bluelady
Cetoddle769
My island dream address
Replies
1
Views
137
Dianarca
Dianarca
VernalLapin
Class Pets
2
Replies
24
Views
646
Tude
Tude
Asarena
Genealogy/Your Family Tree
2
Replies
20
Views
671
hakutaku
hakutaku
Cetoddle769
What villager has grown on you?
Replies
9
Views
202
Corrie
Corrie
Back
Top