Ravenok Kinnes
11-23-06, 07:33 PM
Greeting, fellow peoples! I am Ravenok Kinnes, and I am here to say that besides being a role player, I am also an aspiring writer. Here is an unfinished piece of my work from a "book" that I am writing. COMMENT, pretty please!
It was night. Stars shone ever brightly within the unreachable night sky, glittering gently and twinkling relentlessly. Only glimmers of the bright stars were able to be seen from underneath the great black oak trees that overpopulate the forest. Filled with horror unspeakable by any Moon Elf. The entire forest is eerie, a silence that would make a child die from fright in an instant. Leaves rustle against the wind blown ground, adorned by hills and rivers. The trees have grown unusually large in this dark forest, reaching heights over 100 feet high, the branch lowest to the ground being with a range from 30 to 60 feet up the tree. All throughout the days and nights, creatures are seen jumping around up within the branches above. Rumor has it that these creatures never come down onto the ground, never. Others say that if they do come down, and someone sees them, they don't even live to tell the tale.
=Tonight was different from other nights within this gigantic forest of Ghisduun, for normally people never even dare to come a couple steps within the forest. But tonight, on what seemed to be the longest and darkest of all nights, an expedition takes place deep in it's center. A convoy of Moon Elves, travelling through the forest unwillingly, for they were ran into the forest by a gigantic thunder storm raging. Strangely, within this dark forest the storm cannot even be heard, the hard and pouring rain hasn't even seemed to get a drop on the forest floor. They wouldn't have survived the night, had they chosen to go around the forest... But now they seem to regret this decision...
The group of Moon Elves was big at the beginning, actually consisting of about 50 men. Throughout this long and quiet night though, the Moon Elf men had been dragged off into the horrifying darkness that surrounds their torches. Now though, after only about 5 hours of being within the forest, only 10 soldiers remain alive. After being forced to ditch the caravan they had been guiding through the forest, but not after taking some necessary and light supplies for the rest of the trip. Yes, only soldiers remain. At first, there were about 30 soldiers guarding 20 merchants who owned a large caravan. All the merchants were killed, along with most of the soldiers. Only these last ten have survived, though that is probably going to change.
=Standing among these 10 soldiers, was the Moon Elf Beowulf. A Moon Elf SpellBlade. He was offered a lot of gold for helping guard this caravan, and he foolishly accepted the offer. After seeing the "talent" within these other soldiers helping guard, he almost got sick at how cocky they were at the beginning. After all of this, Beowulf was actually the only one who has barely gotten hurt after these 5 hours. Though he was impressed with the other soldiers and their survival rate, these 9 soldiers that stood by his side were actually skilled. A couple of them were even skilled Mages. The group was led by someone other than Beowulf, though. The group of 10 soldiers was currently led by a robust Moon Elf, maybe one of the most robust Elves Beowulf had ever seen. Wulfenbraz was his name, an elf who rather than choosing the traditional Moon Elf fighting styles, consisting of light, fast and agile techniques, he chooses to wield a 7 foot long Zanbatou.
Beowulf, on the other hand, was the total opposite.
=Beowulf was a slim moon elf, and was only 6 feet tall even. His body was only slightly muscular, but what he lacked in physical strength he made up for in various other feats...
Beowulf's head was his most distinguishing feature. His entire facial area was concealed under a mask, though. Reasons are unknown to all but himself. What would he be hiding? The mask was smooth, looked to be made of some type of crystal. The mask is black in color, with white symbols engraved around the edges. The meanings of them have been forgotten even by Beowulf. The mask looks old, tarnished from years of being worn, cuts and scrapes adorn it's surface. The two places where the eyes would be, are two small slits cut into the crystal. Two light green eyes peer out from underneath, void of pupils. Similar slits are cut out for the two nostrils and the mouth. The nose piece, where the nose fits into the mold, is long and narrow, suggesting that Beowulf's nose is similar. The mask is open at the back of the head, allowing long silver hair to stream down freely upon his mid-back. Invisible due to the hair, the mask is strapped to Beowulf's face by leather.
=Beowulf's middle portion of his body was very slim. The muscles within his arms, chest and back were very small. His whole mid section was entirely covered by a black leather suit. The chest portion of the suit was studded around the edges, even the studs were black, giving him a dark figure. Along with studs, the frontal portion was covered with pockets, all bulging with unknown items. The arms were black as well, and rather than studs, the arms of the leather suit were double-layered. On his right arm, strapped all around his upper arm, were several throwing knives, simple in handle and blade. On both hands Beowulf was wearing durable black leather gloves. Much like the symbols on his mask, a white symbol was etched into the leather of each of the glove's palms. Last, strapped to his right side, at the waist, was a white stick. A plain white stick only about a foot long. It's use is unknown to others besides himself. A weapon perhaps? It is securely strapped to his waits by a single leather strap, buckled by iron.
Along with the top part of the leather suit, Beowulf wore similar black leather leggings as well, underneath invisible brown cloth pants. The leather was much similar to the rest of the suit, black with the same tint. The leather legs of the suit seemed new, though, the leather still shined a little bit. The knees of the leather legs were studded. Similar to the knives strapped around his right upper arm, were another set of knives strapped around his left thigh. On his feet Beowulf wore simply made black leather boots, reaching almost up to his knees. Though the only part visible were the lower parts of the boots, the rest tucked under the leather legs he wore.
=Beowulf currently stood on the outside of the group. The group, ordered by Wulfenbraz, toiok the formation of a strong circle, with the Mages and any wounded soldiers on the inside, surrounded by the strongest and most healthy soldiers on the outside. On the inside the wounded soldiers were provided with food and magical healing as they went through the forest. Beowulf, being a good leader himself, was very impressed by Wulfenbraz' sense of leadership and charisma. The other men were very willing to follow him, and actually due to his actions, the group has actually been surviving quite well from the attacks and ambushes that confronted them on their journey. Beowulf, over these hours that they spent within the forest, had built up quite a relationship with Wulfenbraz, when not attacked they talked and conversed about various things. Beowulf stood on Wulfenbraz' left side as the walked through the forest.
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"Okay..." Wulfenbraz spoke, "Only a couple of hours more. We will be out of this forsaken forest soon."
=The other 9 men smiled. They were all exhausted and beat up, no one knew how much more they could personally take. They were moving at a fairly fast pace, and even though some of the soldiers requested to stop, Wulfenbraz told them that they had to keep going. Yes, he did feel bad, not allowing the men to rest, but the sooner they get out the less danger they will be in and the faster they can rest for hours on end. They were almost there...
Beowulf looked over to the right, at Wulfenbraz. His short figure made him have to look nearly straight up at the unusually tall Moon Elf, Wulfenbraz, standing at 8 feet.
="We haven't been ambushed in over an hour..." He said, "I am starting to worry..."
Wulfenbraz looked back over at Beowulf in response, a light smile appeared on his face, "Don't worry, my friend. This is good, no?"
="Well, normally, yes this would be very good. But..." Beowulf hesitated for a moment, taking a quick look of the perimeter, "This is too unusual, before we were being attacked every 20 minutes."
Speak of the devil. Immediately upon finishing his last sentence, many shadowy figures appeared running around the ten men, circling them and staying far enough to where only there shadows were barely visible. Beowulf had to squint to barely see one of them. He looked over to Wulfenbraz,
="We've got company." He said. And Wulfenbraz also looked around, apparantly seeing them. He whispered to his right hand man the message of an attack, and in return he turned and told the person to his side. Soon the whole party knew of the assailants' prescence. At once the group stopped, keeping their heads on 'swivels' as they looked around. The Mages prepared some simple offensive spells, most probably Fireball. Beowulf himself silently rubbed his palms together and quietly chanted a spell. A displacement spell. Upon the end of the casting Beowulf's image was projected in the same spot as he was, when in reality he was about 5 feet to the left side.
It finally started. The first assailant came from the right side. They were lightly armored dark elves, wielding black bladed long swords. Though heavily armored, they were extremely agile. The mages were ready though, after casting enhanced Infravision spells and were able to see the elve's body heat. One of the mages immediately turned to the rushing dark elf, and launched his spell. A fireball, searing with flaming energy. A 1 feet diameter fireball shot from the palm of the mage's hand, screaming with energy as it flew at the drow, who was still about 10 yards away.
=The ever agile dark elf was ready though. He jumped into the air, quite high. About 10 feet into the air. The fireball flew and collided with the ground right below the drow, exploding on impact. The drow did a slow front flip as it came closer and closer to the group. He reared his long sword, held with both hands, behind his back. He prepared for a 90 degree vertical slash, combined with the velocity of the jump, would probably cut an ogre in half. But one of the other mages was also ready, and cast his own spell. A magic missile spell. After pointed to the drow, 2 large balls of blue energy shot out from his finger, shooting for both sides of the drow attacker. Unable to dodge the spell, the drow elf dropped the sword in mid air and curled up into a ball tightly, flipping very fast and violent. Both of the magic missiles made impact, exploding on the target and creating some smoke in the process. To the mage's surprise, out of the smoke came the flipping dark elf, still alive apparantly. It landed loudly in front of the outermost soldier on that side of the circle, and reared for a punch to the startled soldiers face.
Right before the dark elf punched, the last mage finished his own spell, a light spell. A spell that lit up the surrounding area as if it were daytime, and also got rid of any drow buffer spells. When the light shown, the drow dissapeared. It was a fake! The drow had cast a displacement spell upon itself! When the drow image vanished, the real drow image appeared to the left side of the same soldier, sword still in hand, aimed for a thrust. Beofre the soldier could react, the drow thrust it's sword deep into the soldiers chest area, a scream of pain erupted from his lips. The drow pulled the sword out, and the soldier fell, dead. One of the mages had finished another spell though, a magical arrow, made from blue pure energy. He shot the arrow at high speeds , impaling the dark elf in the face before it could react.
=Good, another survived attack, the men thought. After looking around the men realized that that drow was the only attacker this time. They didn't mourn over the soldier's death, they had no time to. At least everyone else lived. No! Immediately after the drow fell to the ground, the body began to glow a bright white, a self-destruct spell! This spell makes it so that if the caster dies, they would explode possibly killing the person who killed them. In this case, it did. It exploded, the body exploded in a bright white light, engulfing the entire group. Each man died, except for Beowulf and Wulfenbraz, who had anticipated the suicide and jumped away, not enough to avoid any damage but enough to avoid death. They knew that drow are better than that. Before in the ambushes one drow was able to kill at least 4 men alone, this one had only killed one, and let itself die from the spell. The others though, unfortunately, hadn't anticipated the attack, and all died within the blast.
Both men stumbled to the ground, after landing about 20 feet away from the blast, blown back by it's force and unable to stop themselves from falling. But as soon as they fell, both men jumped up quickly, looking for survivors desperately.
="Oh no!" Beowulf said... They were alone, Wulfenbraz and Beowulf were alone in this forest, surrounded by darkness. Both men gathered back near a large tree trunk.
"We mustn't stop here, we must keep moving!" Wulfenbraz muttered to Beowulf, quietly. "We can't mourn for these men, we have to get out of here!"
=Beowulf nodded in agreement. He looked back to the blast site, they were well away from it now, away from any certain danger. They watched in amazement as 4 more drown dropped from the trees where the blast was, searching the dead bodies. They conversed with eachother quietly. Amazingly the four dark elves were totally unaware that Wulfenbraz and Beowulf were still alive and only ten feet away from them. The two men quietly snuck around the the other side of the tree, where they were hidden from view of the drow. They waited calmly, keeping their breathing paces slow, waited until the drow left or a miracle of someone coming to kill them for them. In their current states, after the blast, they were partially deaf currently and exhuasted from the trip. Finally a rest, though it probably won't be for long...
It was night. Stars shone ever brightly within the unreachable night sky, glittering gently and twinkling relentlessly. Only glimmers of the bright stars were able to be seen from underneath the great black oak trees that overpopulate the forest. Filled with horror unspeakable by any Moon Elf. The entire forest is eerie, a silence that would make a child die from fright in an instant. Leaves rustle against the wind blown ground, adorned by hills and rivers. The trees have grown unusually large in this dark forest, reaching heights over 100 feet high, the branch lowest to the ground being with a range from 30 to 60 feet up the tree. All throughout the days and nights, creatures are seen jumping around up within the branches above. Rumor has it that these creatures never come down onto the ground, never. Others say that if they do come down, and someone sees them, they don't even live to tell the tale.
=Tonight was different from other nights within this gigantic forest of Ghisduun, for normally people never even dare to come a couple steps within the forest. But tonight, on what seemed to be the longest and darkest of all nights, an expedition takes place deep in it's center. A convoy of Moon Elves, travelling through the forest unwillingly, for they were ran into the forest by a gigantic thunder storm raging. Strangely, within this dark forest the storm cannot even be heard, the hard and pouring rain hasn't even seemed to get a drop on the forest floor. They wouldn't have survived the night, had they chosen to go around the forest... But now they seem to regret this decision...
The group of Moon Elves was big at the beginning, actually consisting of about 50 men. Throughout this long and quiet night though, the Moon Elf men had been dragged off into the horrifying darkness that surrounds their torches. Now though, after only about 5 hours of being within the forest, only 10 soldiers remain alive. After being forced to ditch the caravan they had been guiding through the forest, but not after taking some necessary and light supplies for the rest of the trip. Yes, only soldiers remain. At first, there were about 30 soldiers guarding 20 merchants who owned a large caravan. All the merchants were killed, along with most of the soldiers. Only these last ten have survived, though that is probably going to change.
=Standing among these 10 soldiers, was the Moon Elf Beowulf. A Moon Elf SpellBlade. He was offered a lot of gold for helping guard this caravan, and he foolishly accepted the offer. After seeing the "talent" within these other soldiers helping guard, he almost got sick at how cocky they were at the beginning. After all of this, Beowulf was actually the only one who has barely gotten hurt after these 5 hours. Though he was impressed with the other soldiers and their survival rate, these 9 soldiers that stood by his side were actually skilled. A couple of them were even skilled Mages. The group was led by someone other than Beowulf, though. The group of 10 soldiers was currently led by a robust Moon Elf, maybe one of the most robust Elves Beowulf had ever seen. Wulfenbraz was his name, an elf who rather than choosing the traditional Moon Elf fighting styles, consisting of light, fast and agile techniques, he chooses to wield a 7 foot long Zanbatou.
Beowulf, on the other hand, was the total opposite.
=Beowulf was a slim moon elf, and was only 6 feet tall even. His body was only slightly muscular, but what he lacked in physical strength he made up for in various other feats...
Beowulf's head was his most distinguishing feature. His entire facial area was concealed under a mask, though. Reasons are unknown to all but himself. What would he be hiding? The mask was smooth, looked to be made of some type of crystal. The mask is black in color, with white symbols engraved around the edges. The meanings of them have been forgotten even by Beowulf. The mask looks old, tarnished from years of being worn, cuts and scrapes adorn it's surface. The two places where the eyes would be, are two small slits cut into the crystal. Two light green eyes peer out from underneath, void of pupils. Similar slits are cut out for the two nostrils and the mouth. The nose piece, where the nose fits into the mold, is long and narrow, suggesting that Beowulf's nose is similar. The mask is open at the back of the head, allowing long silver hair to stream down freely upon his mid-back. Invisible due to the hair, the mask is strapped to Beowulf's face by leather.
=Beowulf's middle portion of his body was very slim. The muscles within his arms, chest and back were very small. His whole mid section was entirely covered by a black leather suit. The chest portion of the suit was studded around the edges, even the studs were black, giving him a dark figure. Along with studs, the frontal portion was covered with pockets, all bulging with unknown items. The arms were black as well, and rather than studs, the arms of the leather suit were double-layered. On his right arm, strapped all around his upper arm, were several throwing knives, simple in handle and blade. On both hands Beowulf was wearing durable black leather gloves. Much like the symbols on his mask, a white symbol was etched into the leather of each of the glove's palms. Last, strapped to his right side, at the waist, was a white stick. A plain white stick only about a foot long. It's use is unknown to others besides himself. A weapon perhaps? It is securely strapped to his waits by a single leather strap, buckled by iron.
Along with the top part of the leather suit, Beowulf wore similar black leather leggings as well, underneath invisible brown cloth pants. The leather was much similar to the rest of the suit, black with the same tint. The leather legs of the suit seemed new, though, the leather still shined a little bit. The knees of the leather legs were studded. Similar to the knives strapped around his right upper arm, were another set of knives strapped around his left thigh. On his feet Beowulf wore simply made black leather boots, reaching almost up to his knees. Though the only part visible were the lower parts of the boots, the rest tucked under the leather legs he wore.
=Beowulf currently stood on the outside of the group. The group, ordered by Wulfenbraz, toiok the formation of a strong circle, with the Mages and any wounded soldiers on the inside, surrounded by the strongest and most healthy soldiers on the outside. On the inside the wounded soldiers were provided with food and magical healing as they went through the forest. Beowulf, being a good leader himself, was very impressed by Wulfenbraz' sense of leadership and charisma. The other men were very willing to follow him, and actually due to his actions, the group has actually been surviving quite well from the attacks and ambushes that confronted them on their journey. Beowulf, over these hours that they spent within the forest, had built up quite a relationship with Wulfenbraz, when not attacked they talked and conversed about various things. Beowulf stood on Wulfenbraz' left side as the walked through the forest.
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"Okay..." Wulfenbraz spoke, "Only a couple of hours more. We will be out of this forsaken forest soon."
=The other 9 men smiled. They were all exhausted and beat up, no one knew how much more they could personally take. They were moving at a fairly fast pace, and even though some of the soldiers requested to stop, Wulfenbraz told them that they had to keep going. Yes, he did feel bad, not allowing the men to rest, but the sooner they get out the less danger they will be in and the faster they can rest for hours on end. They were almost there...
Beowulf looked over to the right, at Wulfenbraz. His short figure made him have to look nearly straight up at the unusually tall Moon Elf, Wulfenbraz, standing at 8 feet.
="We haven't been ambushed in over an hour..." He said, "I am starting to worry..."
Wulfenbraz looked back over at Beowulf in response, a light smile appeared on his face, "Don't worry, my friend. This is good, no?"
="Well, normally, yes this would be very good. But..." Beowulf hesitated for a moment, taking a quick look of the perimeter, "This is too unusual, before we were being attacked every 20 minutes."
Speak of the devil. Immediately upon finishing his last sentence, many shadowy figures appeared running around the ten men, circling them and staying far enough to where only there shadows were barely visible. Beowulf had to squint to barely see one of them. He looked over to Wulfenbraz,
="We've got company." He said. And Wulfenbraz also looked around, apparantly seeing them. He whispered to his right hand man the message of an attack, and in return he turned and told the person to his side. Soon the whole party knew of the assailants' prescence. At once the group stopped, keeping their heads on 'swivels' as they looked around. The Mages prepared some simple offensive spells, most probably Fireball. Beowulf himself silently rubbed his palms together and quietly chanted a spell. A displacement spell. Upon the end of the casting Beowulf's image was projected in the same spot as he was, when in reality he was about 5 feet to the left side.
It finally started. The first assailant came from the right side. They were lightly armored dark elves, wielding black bladed long swords. Though heavily armored, they were extremely agile. The mages were ready though, after casting enhanced Infravision spells and were able to see the elve's body heat. One of the mages immediately turned to the rushing dark elf, and launched his spell. A fireball, searing with flaming energy. A 1 feet diameter fireball shot from the palm of the mage's hand, screaming with energy as it flew at the drow, who was still about 10 yards away.
=The ever agile dark elf was ready though. He jumped into the air, quite high. About 10 feet into the air. The fireball flew and collided with the ground right below the drow, exploding on impact. The drow did a slow front flip as it came closer and closer to the group. He reared his long sword, held with both hands, behind his back. He prepared for a 90 degree vertical slash, combined with the velocity of the jump, would probably cut an ogre in half. But one of the other mages was also ready, and cast his own spell. A magic missile spell. After pointed to the drow, 2 large balls of blue energy shot out from his finger, shooting for both sides of the drow attacker. Unable to dodge the spell, the drow elf dropped the sword in mid air and curled up into a ball tightly, flipping very fast and violent. Both of the magic missiles made impact, exploding on the target and creating some smoke in the process. To the mage's surprise, out of the smoke came the flipping dark elf, still alive apparantly. It landed loudly in front of the outermost soldier on that side of the circle, and reared for a punch to the startled soldiers face.
Right before the dark elf punched, the last mage finished his own spell, a light spell. A spell that lit up the surrounding area as if it were daytime, and also got rid of any drow buffer spells. When the light shown, the drow dissapeared. It was a fake! The drow had cast a displacement spell upon itself! When the drow image vanished, the real drow image appeared to the left side of the same soldier, sword still in hand, aimed for a thrust. Beofre the soldier could react, the drow thrust it's sword deep into the soldiers chest area, a scream of pain erupted from his lips. The drow pulled the sword out, and the soldier fell, dead. One of the mages had finished another spell though, a magical arrow, made from blue pure energy. He shot the arrow at high speeds , impaling the dark elf in the face before it could react.
=Good, another survived attack, the men thought. After looking around the men realized that that drow was the only attacker this time. They didn't mourn over the soldier's death, they had no time to. At least everyone else lived. No! Immediately after the drow fell to the ground, the body began to glow a bright white, a self-destruct spell! This spell makes it so that if the caster dies, they would explode possibly killing the person who killed them. In this case, it did. It exploded, the body exploded in a bright white light, engulfing the entire group. Each man died, except for Beowulf and Wulfenbraz, who had anticipated the suicide and jumped away, not enough to avoid any damage but enough to avoid death. They knew that drow are better than that. Before in the ambushes one drow was able to kill at least 4 men alone, this one had only killed one, and let itself die from the spell. The others though, unfortunately, hadn't anticipated the attack, and all died within the blast.
Both men stumbled to the ground, after landing about 20 feet away from the blast, blown back by it's force and unable to stop themselves from falling. But as soon as they fell, both men jumped up quickly, looking for survivors desperately.
="Oh no!" Beowulf said... They were alone, Wulfenbraz and Beowulf were alone in this forest, surrounded by darkness. Both men gathered back near a large tree trunk.
"We mustn't stop here, we must keep moving!" Wulfenbraz muttered to Beowulf, quietly. "We can't mourn for these men, we have to get out of here!"
=Beowulf nodded in agreement. He looked back to the blast site, they were well away from it now, away from any certain danger. They watched in amazement as 4 more drown dropped from the trees where the blast was, searching the dead bodies. They conversed with eachother quietly. Amazingly the four dark elves were totally unaware that Wulfenbraz and Beowulf were still alive and only ten feet away from them. The two men quietly snuck around the the other side of the tree, where they were hidden from view of the drow. They waited calmly, keeping their breathing paces slow, waited until the drow left or a miracle of someone coming to kill them for them. In their current states, after the blast, they were partially deaf currently and exhuasted from the trip. Finally a rest, though it probably won't be for long...