Foresaken By War
01-15-07, 10:07 AM
This is open- We can go in many directions, this can be a battle, a quest, or something of the sort. I have a small idea of what I'm going to do for each, I need some character interaction first and then we can descide.
War in all pretenses of the word is defined as being an aggressive business conflict, hostility between people, suffering by people, and armed fighting as a profession, science, or art. Aralian walked through this desolate plain thinking of his past, if you could see his face from underneath his hood you would see his depression pressing on him. His past had only been of war and practicing war, and now he had nothing. He did not have a friend or family on the outside, and worst of all he had no idea where to look for either.
As the scenery past more from darkness to day light, he continued to walk. He could see that the area he had began his journey through was not the most scenic. The day was just beginning and it was dark and hazy. Sheet after sheet of grey ominous clouds lurked around the sky, looking down on the world with such hatred. The grass, if you could call it that, was a dead brown coloration often times there would be a few spots of black with a couple of rusted objects and a skull. Obviously it was a mark where somebody had died.
This brought an unknown curiosity to Aralian, which made him pay a little more attention to his surroundings. He turned to view the scenery behind him, there was nothing special. Ahead of him was flat with a few dead trees and some dead and dying shrubberies, and a couple of boulders that stuck out of the ground in different heights and shapes. He turned again, this time looking to his right flank. In the distance he could see some nefarious looking mountains, they appeared even darker to him than this place. They mountains were a good distance away, and the area ahead of him was laced with dead trees and what appeared to be a couple of hills.
His eyes peeled around again, as his body turned to check out his left flank. There was nothing of importance, a dried up creek bed in some rolling hills, with again some decaying trees and boulders scattered throughout the decaying grass. This area reeked of pure death. Ahead of him, almost exactly the same, except in a small patch of dead blackberry bushes sat a small sign. It was tattered and beaten from whatever had killed everything else. More importantly though, it showed direction and gave this place a name. The sign was in Elvish, Welcome to the L'Renor Harlilen. He removed his hood to get a close look at the rest. Corone- 100miles, High Elf Castle- 33 Miles, Kachuk-40miles.
He turned to face the direction he was walking again. Looking ahead of him in the distance he could barely make out the top of the high elf kingdom. It was the castle of the same elves that kicked him out of his only way of life. If he turned to his right he could make out the land of the dwarves, the same bastards who decided to destroy his only friend and cause him to get kicked out of the army. Hatred was building inside of him, and it was best he sat down for a while. He nestled down on the hard ground right new to the giant decaying tree on his left hand flank. He was sitting at such an angle where he could see both of the haunting directions. Many emotions were hitting Aralian right now, he just hoped that no one came along to get the bad end of this deal.
War in all pretenses of the word is defined as being an aggressive business conflict, hostility between people, suffering by people, and armed fighting as a profession, science, or art. Aralian walked through this desolate plain thinking of his past, if you could see his face from underneath his hood you would see his depression pressing on him. His past had only been of war and practicing war, and now he had nothing. He did not have a friend or family on the outside, and worst of all he had no idea where to look for either.
As the scenery past more from darkness to day light, he continued to walk. He could see that the area he had began his journey through was not the most scenic. The day was just beginning and it was dark and hazy. Sheet after sheet of grey ominous clouds lurked around the sky, looking down on the world with such hatred. The grass, if you could call it that, was a dead brown coloration often times there would be a few spots of black with a couple of rusted objects and a skull. Obviously it was a mark where somebody had died.
This brought an unknown curiosity to Aralian, which made him pay a little more attention to his surroundings. He turned to view the scenery behind him, there was nothing special. Ahead of him was flat with a few dead trees and some dead and dying shrubberies, and a couple of boulders that stuck out of the ground in different heights and shapes. He turned again, this time looking to his right flank. In the distance he could see some nefarious looking mountains, they appeared even darker to him than this place. They mountains were a good distance away, and the area ahead of him was laced with dead trees and what appeared to be a couple of hills.
His eyes peeled around again, as his body turned to check out his left flank. There was nothing of importance, a dried up creek bed in some rolling hills, with again some decaying trees and boulders scattered throughout the decaying grass. This area reeked of pure death. Ahead of him, almost exactly the same, except in a small patch of dead blackberry bushes sat a small sign. It was tattered and beaten from whatever had killed everything else. More importantly though, it showed direction and gave this place a name. The sign was in Elvish, Welcome to the L'Renor Harlilen. He removed his hood to get a close look at the rest. Corone- 100miles, High Elf Castle- 33 Miles, Kachuk-40miles.
He turned to face the direction he was walking again. Looking ahead of him in the distance he could barely make out the top of the high elf kingdom. It was the castle of the same elves that kicked him out of his only way of life. If he turned to his right he could make out the land of the dwarves, the same bastards who decided to destroy his only friend and cause him to get kicked out of the army. Hatred was building inside of him, and it was best he sat down for a while. He nestled down on the hard ground right new to the giant decaying tree on his left hand flank. He was sitting at such an angle where he could see both of the haunting directions. Many emotions were hitting Aralian right now, he just hoped that no one came along to get the bad end of this deal.