Here’s the second part of the adventures of the Luster Knight Guild (I had never really like the name of our Guild, but majority always rules…) Oh and some (all?) of my italics are gone… and I’m just too lazy to place them back in for the blog post
Part Two: Gods Spare Us
Ezekiel sat in the Guild’s Library reading quietly when he heard noise and looked up to see the two assassins and Rose standing in the doorway bloodied. “So who won?” Ezekiel asked.
“We will not speak of that!” Both Ehud and Rose said at the same time.
“Oh… well I guess we can’t decide the winner of the pot…” Ezekiel said softly.
“A pot?” Rose asked.
“Over who would win, all of us in the guild made bets… More were betting on you then the assassins, heck even Zenmai betted for you.”
Ehud turned and looked at the female assassin, “When did you?” he asked.
“Oh when she knocked you into the guild lord.” Zenmai answered.
“When you get started on the quest come and find me.” Ehud said. With that he disappeared into the guild hall. Beron entered into the quiet room shortly after he had left and looked over at Rose. “Did you secure me any bodies dear?”
“We only succeeded in bloodying ourselves and ruining some clothing Lord Beron.”
“Too bad… I guess I’ll have to go hunting…” Beron went to leave, when he stopped and turned around to face Ezekiel again. “Might I have a word Ezekiel?”
Ezekiel nodded and placed his book down, carefully marking his spot first. He stood up and adjusted his coat a little before heading out the door following the Baron. Rose looked over at Zenmai and then sighed. “Great nothing to do now…” She muttered and then disappeared down the opposite way of the hallway. Zenmai looked around and found herself alone… “What’s an assassin to do with no one around?” She said with a slight pout. Ezekiel followed Beron to the necromancer’s room. As he entered the dark and dank place, his nostrils were filled with the smells of rotting corpses, and of other things of death. Beron walked over to a small table where a wine bottle stood almost unaware of the stench. “What is it you wanted Beron?” Ezekiel asked.
“You have met Rose.” Beron Von Killalot answered. “Now have you made a decision.”
“I’ve only just met her, and it wasn’t under the best of circumstances… I don’t know if I appreciate her attacking two assassins I’m paying good money for.”
“She seemed to have held her own though, you must admit that.” Beron retorted. He popped open the bottle and poured a dark red liquid into two glasses, one for him and the other for Ezekiel. He handed one to the Mesmer and took a sip from the other. “I’m not as active as I used to be Ezekiel.” Beron continued. “And I’ve been tempted to go other routes then battles… Tyria doesn’t need another minion master now does it?”
“Then what will you do?” Ezekiel asked. “Become a Necromancer Teacher?”
“That is one thought yes.”
Ezekiel looked at the liquid in his cup and sniffed it, it didn’t smell too funny, but then again his sense of smell was a bit… off. He took a small sip, and decided that it was some red wine, and wouldn’t harm him. “If she proves herself in the upcoming mission… then yes she will become an officer.” Ezekiel finally answered.
“And if not?” Beron asked.
“If not… she will only be a member, not an officer.” Beron nodded, and seemed a little pleased, but then again Ezekiel could never get his emotions quite right.
“I’ve got work to do then.” The Baron said. “Here have the rest of the drink, enjoy the rest of the day… it’ll be dusk all too soon.” Ezekiel smiled and took the bottle that Beron offered out to him. Then with that Ezekiel left Beron to his work… whatever that may truly be. Once outside he checked the label upon the bottle of wine. Blood of Virgin… He suddenly felt sick, and the aftertaste that was in his mouth tasted all too metallically.
Ehud leaned onto the bridge’s railing. He had walked down the right path until he had seen this bridge that overlooked a waterfall and the stream that flowed from it. He sensed a presence beside him and knew at once who it was. “What is it Zenmai?” he asked her.
“You’re doing it again.” She answered him. She walked over and leaned on the wooden railing beside him. “It’s peaceful here, and it looks like a good place to be and yet… once again you’re pulling yourself into your isolated corners… When there’s a team to be made, you won’t play.”
“That cuts.” Ehud answered. “It’s not like you’re prefect either.”
“I never said I was… we’re assassins Ehud… we kill of course we’re not perfect. We weren’t trained to be like the noble Paragons or to be healers of wounds like the monks… we aren’t even entertainers like the Mesmers.”
“Like I would want to be a Mesmer.” Ehud picked up a small rock from the bridge and threw it into the water below as he thought. “Zenmai… I-I just…” Ehud sighed. “I’ll help Zeke with his quest…” Zenmai jumped up and made a sound of excitement. “This’ll be fun.”
Rose looked down at Rebekah and raised an eyebrow… “Why are you not helping this guild fight and win needed battles!” She demanded of the Paragon. Rebekah marked something off on the sheet of paper before and then looked up at Rose. “I’m not cooped up inside this musky building all day.” she answered. “And I do more then keep the archive in order… the meals you eat are prepared by me, and I do go to Elona at least once a week if not more to help with the Sunspears.”
“But don’t you help with the Guild’s battles?”
“We don’t do too hot in Guild Battles, teamwork isn’t our strong suit… and Ezekiel says I just complicate things….”
“What do you complicate?” Rose asked the smaller woman. A young man walked into the room and sat down a stack of books in front of Rebekah. “I just acquired copies of several Canthan lore books, when you have time can you enter them in?” Garett asked.
“Of course, nice to see we can actually update the library with books from other cultures.” Rebekah went to move a few of the books and they came tumbling down. Her effort however caused her to slip and she landed on the floor hard. “As I said… I complicate things.”
“Please tell me you’re not usually that clumsy…” Rose asked.
“She drops her spear a lot-” Garett stopped abruptly and backed away from Rebekah. He rubbed his leg softly. “I suddenly get the feeling that I know why this guild is so small.” Rose sighed softly. “Hopefully our actual quest proves we’re better…”
The following day Ezekiel called together the small group that he wanted to take with him on the quest that he had yet to really tell any one of. He stood quietly at the window over looking the quiet surroundings of the isle. He wondered how well the new warriors were really going to do. He turned around and saw Rebekah enter the room quietly, tripping slightly on the rug that laid in the entrance. “Ezekiel… when are you going to explain the quest to everyone?” Ezekiel turned and looked at Rebekah, why did Paragons wear so little? “Ezekiel…” Rebekah ordered softly. Ezekiel gaze went back up to her face and he became slightly more attentive. “You wonder why we don’t have more females in the guild… I wonder how we have the ones who are here…”
Ezekiel nodded softly, “Get them in here okay?” he said. “The sooner we start then I suppose it would be the better.” Rebekah nodded and called them into the room. Ehud walked over to corner and leaned quietly, while Zenmai stood close by. Rose walked right up to Ezekiel, more then ready to hear what exactly was to be said. Beron came in with Rebekah behind him, shutting the door. Ezekiel took a deep breath and turned to face them. As Ezekiel was about to speak a monk rushed into the room, slightly out of breath. “Sometimes I really hate Tyria…” She said softly… “But I think I may have found a clue for where we should start…”
Melody Sorrow trailed off. She was the only Monk within the whole Guild, but out of all the monks that Ezekiel had known she was one of the best. She was easily worth ten monks together… but she had a certain problem. Melody looked over at Rebekah and noticed a small sore spot right above Rebekah’s knee. Rebekah looked down at him and then back at Melody and gulped slightly, Melody was a Healing Sociopath… This wouldn’t end well. “YOU’RE HURT!” Melody shouted and rushed over to Rebekah… Ehud looked up at the strange monk, he was about to ask what she was about to do when the area was filled with a sudden bright light. “Blessed Light!” Melody shouted. When the bright light had dissipated Rebekah’s knee was cleared of any injury. “All healed!” Melody said with a smile.
“So… Where do we start?” Ezekiel asked softly, fearing his guess might be right.
“The Temple of the Ages…”
“To the Underworld?” Beron said suddenly. “Why would Nero have gone there…”
“He was a Necromancer…” Rebekah noted. “He was the most level headed of the original members…. There has to be a reason…”
Ezekiel looked over at the two assassins and Rose and took a deep breath, this would be a harder quest then he thought. “None of you were present when Nero took his leave of the guild, leaving it in my care. Nero Caden was man without peers, I firmly believe that, he truly was a hero, but something was slowly eating him away… He promised to return in due time, but that over a year or so ago, and I wondered if he was still alive, but now I fear that he has become something worst.”
“So you want us to go into disaster and enter Grenth’s domain!” Ehud snapped. “Nothing like being in the domain of one so dark.”
“Touchy aren’t we?” Rose asked. “Don’t you like Grenth, as an assassin you’ve got ties to him.”
“I have no ties to any of the gods.” Ehud closed his eyes and became quite quiet. Everyone looked at him for a second, no ties to the gods? Ezekiel coughed a little and began. “We’ll have to go exploring there none the less… We’ll place ourselves into two groups, Rose and Beron will accompany me, while Rebekah will head up the other group with Ehud and Zenmai.”
“Is splitting up into two separate groups wise?” Rebekah asked. “We only have one monk amongst us?”
“It’ll be fine, You’ll take that role in your group and mine we’ll have Melody… We aren’t trying to combat the various monsters of the deep… only find out more about Nero’s whereabouts.”
“Then its settled, we head to the Temple of the Ages.” Beron Von Killalot said solemnly. “I’ve been wanting to go there for quite some time now, now I can finally see spirits up closely…. Another step in finishing my research….”
The Temple of the Ages…
Ehud looked at the vast many statues that litter the temple around him and sighed softly. He hated this long display of gods whom he thought were long dead. Zenmai looked over at Ehud and said to him softly. “Ehud…”
“Fine… I’ll act all spiritual for the guild.” Ezekiel walked past them paying the two assassins little heed he bent down before the statue of his patron goddess, Lyssa and prayed softly to it. Rose bent down beside him an prayed softly. She stood up and walked up to another one of the gods and prayed another prayer softly before moving onto another.
“One who hates the gods, while the other who loves them all.” Melody noted before moving onto her patron goddess of Dwayna. Beron Von Killalot walked over to the statue of Grenth and smiled softly. “Oh my dark lord.” He said in a deep voice. “I offer until you finger.” He placed it before the statue. “I found it from the corpse of a princess. Take my humble gift…” Ehud looked over at the decayed finger and raised an eyebrow. “Where did you get a Princess’s finger?”
“Her Grave.” Beron answered
“Yeah I found her grave, dug it up and severed her finger… and brought it here. Is it really so hard to understand!?”
Ehud backed away from the baron and decided to go find a souvenir shop and disappeared from the group. Rose finished praying to the last god and took a deep breath. Now to gather to go to the underworld. Ezekiel looked at one of the Temple’s Priestesses and walked over to her. “Hey there Priestess…” He said softly. “I could show you a-” The Priestess hefted out a large hammer and looked at him, her eyes darken. “Don’t even think about it Mesmer.”
“Are you judging me before you know of me? I’m sure the gods wouldn’t approve…”
“He won’t care…” Ezekiel gulped slightly a Balthazar Priestess… He then saw one of the Grenth’s Priestess and decided to go try her.
Rose walked over to Beron and asked him softly: “Are we going to go down soon?”
“Uneasy my dear?” Beron asked the young dervish.
“A little, I worry about showing favoritism to a god, and I’m clearing showing one to Grenth…”
“But what a god to show approval of!” Ezekiel walked up them nursing a red mark on his face slightly. “Grenth Girl’s hit hard.” He muttered. “Where are the others?”
“Melody was chasing after some Necromancer who used blood magic.” Rose answered. “I think she likes curing a bit… much.”
“That male Sin…” Beron stated. “Will cause us the wrath of the gods!”
“Leave him be…” Zenmai said joining the group. “He has his reasons… it would seem the gods had no love for him.”
Ezekiel looked over at Ehud who was busy with a merchant. “All right time to pay our platinum…”
“Ezekiel how much have you spent recently…?” Beron asked.
“We’ll be broke soon… I just know it…”
– Le Bel Inconnu
This is an old fanfiction that I had worked on when my friends and I used to all play Guild Wars together, I had gotten four well fiveish parts written before college took over. I decided to post this, to see if any of my friends remember it. ^.^ Plus I had enjoyed writing it…
Part One: Getting a Team Together…
Ezekiel looked across the grassy fields that stood before the place known as Shing Jea Monastery. He had traveled from Tyria just to reach this small place. Having to actually had taken two boats to reach here, but he was more then certain that it had been a good decision to visit the lands of Cantha. More specifically to come to the small Rural island of Shing Jea. He loosened his cape a little around his neck and started to walk closer to the Monastery. “A Tyrian Mesmer I see…” A hallow voice spoke softly from behind Ezekiel. Ezekiel turned around quickly, his weapon out… but there was no one behind him. He heard some laughter, and sighed softly. He extended his staff back hard and caught the man hard in the gut. “That kind of hurt.” The hallow voice said softly.
Ezekiel looked over at the masked man, and pondered for a second trying to figure out his profession. “It’s interesting to see that Cantha has its own professions… I’m Ezekiel of Chebar, a Mesmer and you are?”
“Ehud…” he coughed as he tried to get his breath back. “I’m an assassin, guess I should have known better then to mess with a Mesmer from Tyria.”
“If we were truly to battle one another I’m not sure I would have done so well… its almost like you step softer then the shadows.”
“I try… so what is a Tyrian doing on Shing Jea Island?”
“What a Mesmer does” Ezekiel said with a smile as he waved his right arm slightly, extended his fisted palm out with sparks appearing. “Entertain!”
“Cute… really…” Ehud answered sarcastically.
“I do try…” Ezekiel answered. “Now since you’re one of the first Canthans I’ve been able to talk to… could you lead me to Master Togo?”
“I could… but I rather not.”
“And why is that?”
“He’s over on the mainland and I have business here on this island.” Ezekiel sighed and looked over at the assassin. “You’re rather useless.”
“So I’m told.” with that Ehud disappeared as mysteriously as he had appeared. Ezekiel shook his head and pondered for a second on what to do. What a wasted trip he thought silently as he tried to think on what it was he should do next.
He pulled a small sigil out of his pocket and raised his hand over his head and uttered a quiet word and was suddenly gone.
The Luster Knights Guild, their home upon one of the many guild isle that Cantha allowed for trade of Celestial Sigil. Though the Luster Knights are a small guild they still had within their ranks some of the most famous heroes across Tyria. It was here that Ezekiel of Chebar appeared before its front gates, which were usually open. The island’s many structures had been crafted by Cathan monks long ago leaving the Guild Hall to have a Canthan monastery feel about it. In fact as he looked at it, he was soon reminded of Shing Jea Monastery. Beron Von Killalot walked up to Ezekiel and looked at him, who stared back into his cold dead eyes. Most Necromancers were creepy, but the Baron had yet to be topped. There were times that Ezekiel wondered if he took pleasure in it
“What is it Baron?” Ezekiel asked.
Beron responded: “I have a new member to be added to the guild.” Ezekiel nodded and continued to walk toward the main building of the hall. “How is he?” Ezekiel asked as they walked toward the building.
“She is quite fine if I do say so myself.” the Baron answered. “She is an Elonian, and a grand Dervish.”
Ezekiel stopped in his tracks and turned around and looked at the Necromancer. “You’ve been to Elona lately?” he asked. They had reached the bridge by this point and Ezekiel looked over at Beron awaiting his answer. “I am a baron… I find myself having to travel all the time, did you think I just made up the title?”
“Knowing you…” Ezekiel paused as if in thought, but then quickly answered. “Yes… yes I would had expected that from you.” With that they continued the walk up to the main building.
As they began to ascend the steps up to the door where Ezekiel was heading, he asked: “What is her name?”
“Rose… Rose of Nightfall.” Beron answered as they walked.
“Can’t wait to meet her then.” Ezekiel answered. They reached a silent man standing a few feet from the door, he was dressed in full armor and his face was emotionless. The Guild Lord. Ezekiel bowed to him slightly and then entered into the door behind, with the Baron close behind him. “Why are you telling me this anyways Beron.” Ezekiel asked as he navigated through the hallways. “You usually don’t inform me of new recruits.”
“I want her to be an officer in this Guild.” The Baron answered with his grave voice. “In fact I more then insist on it.” Ezekiel once more stopped in his tracks and looked at the Baron. “You’re insisting on it?”
“You and I both know who was Guild Leader originally.” The Baron’s cold eyes drilled into Ezekiel
“Yeah Nero was before you, he left, and my present leadership has to do with him and me, not you and I.” Ezekiel returned a fierce look unto the Baron. “I will meet her and then decide Beron.” With that Ezekiel took a step to the right and entered into the Guild’s Archives.
The Archives of the Guild were kept in order by two people Garett Elendos and Rebekah of Paddan; An Elementist and a Paragon respectively. Garett was from the continent of Tyria and had been with the Guild since the beginning. He used to be more active, but once the Guild Hall was bought he had turned toward working on the History of the Guild and other scholarly projects. Rebekah was quite the opposite from him. Instead of pale skin lacking evidence of sun, she was a beautiful tanned Elonian; Instead of geeky quarks she was instead quite graceful. About the only thing they had in common was their love for lore and tales. Rebekah worked well with Garett, if only for the present time. She looked up at Ezekiel as he entered into the room. “In need of something?” She asked.
“Yes… what do we have on Cantha? I’m finding out I know almost nothing of Cantha.” Ezekiel answered.
“I’m going to say not much, but I’ll see what Garett can dig up Ezekiel.”
Ehud of Benjamin stood upon the docks of Seitung Harbor overlooking the ocean. He felt a presence close to him and cocked his head to look over and saw Zenmai, the mo zing; the masterless assassin. “Silent and Deadly.” She said softly.
“What do you want Zenmai?”
“Some crazy Mesmer hired me out, asked if there were any other good heroes, I said I had one in mind and here we are together…”
“I dealt with an odd one a little while ago… Sure I’ll help, I’ve just finished my last mark anyhow…”
Zenmai smiled and jumped up, she waved for the Mesmer to come over. Ehud remained facing toward the sea. “The job will be quick.” Zenmai said softly. “Besides I think he’s slightly funny.”
“So Assassin Babe when are we going…” Ranged Ezekiel’s voice in Ehud’s ears. He turned around quickly and looked at the Mesmer standing beside Zenmai. “You did say slightly funny right?” Ehud asked.
“Slightly funny?” Ezekiel responded indignantly. “I’m one of the best Mesmers in all of Tyria!”
“The world or the continent… better yet just your own mind.”
“I resent that remark… Zenmai thinks I’m funny right babe?”
“Of course I do!” Zenmai answered. “I mean with those silly clothes and that mask! How can you not laugh.” Ehud smiled beneath his mask and gave a soft chuckle. “She’s got you there Mesmer.”
“One: my name is Ezekiel, two: if we are to work together then we need to do so well.” Ezekiel sighed, hopefully this wouldn’t be too hard. “I’ll explain everything at the guild hall.” He lifted the sigil up and Ehud looked at it with one eyebrow raised. “Oh joy he’s going to dazzle us with some “Mesmer” magic…”
“No Ehud.” Said Zenmai. “It’s a sigil… I’ve never seen one in action though…”
“I’ve always wondered how so small an object is able to transport people… its physically impossible.”
“So is half of the things on Tyria… can we go now?” Ezekiel answered. With that the group disappeared once more and to the Guild Hall they went.
They appeared before the Guild Hall and her open gates. “These gates are always opened to all.” Ezekiel said as they appeared. He moved forward without really looking and suddenly hit bars, and heard the two assassins laugh. “They looked closed at the moment to me.” Ehud said.
“I told you he’s funny.” Zenmai said with a giggle.
“In a pitiful sort of way.” Ehud looked up to see Beron Von Killalot walking passed the gate dragging a body behind him. “That’s really creepy…”
“No not really.” Ezekiel answered. “Hey Beron can you open the gate…” He nodded quietly muttering something about needing more bodies… many more bodies…
Ehud looked over at Zenmai who looked back… What had they gotten into. The baron turned still dragging the body by the leg and flicked open the switch which started the gate to open. “Rose is up the stairway to the right.” With that Beron continued on his way to make a zombie or something else creepy and necromancer akin. They passed by Beron, the assassins still a little creeped out by what they had just witnessed, and also that Ezekiel had just walked on by as if nothing had happened. They ascended the first stairs where the Guild Lord stood silently. “Tell me he is at least a little uneasy about that Necromancer’s behavior.” Ehud asked.
“Na nothing bothers him… except guild battles… we don’t do so good in them, the henchmen aren’t the best of warriors.”
They ascended the stairs to the right and reached the small floor that overlooks the right path and one of the many waterfalls. Ezekiel turned and looked at the young woman in bright red, Rose of Nightfall. “Well hey there good-looking, its always nice to have another babe to woo into lovin’ me.” Ezekiel said to her. Rose looked over at the Mesmer and then at the two assassins wondering if he was serious. “Like I would ever love a man who adores Peter Pan a bit too much.” She answered.
“Who wouldn’t.” Ezekiel answered. “Besides greens the new black.”
“I’ll just pretend you don’t exist… assassin woman is there any quest this guild is working on?”
“Her name is Zenmai.” Ehud spoke up.
“Was I asking that?”
“Does it look like I care?” Ehud answered. “Don’t make me gut you.”
“Like an assassin could tank.” Ehud’s dagger came out suddenly, while Rose stood still almost waiting for the ensuing battle. They stood there looking at each other intensely, when the Baron walked by and shouted over to Rose: “If possible make the kill clean dear.” he then disappeared into the hall, once more muttering the need of bodies. Then suddenly Rose launched forward, her scythe appearing almost out of no where. Ehud dodged to the side quickly, and swung his daggers to attack. Rose blocked the two blades with the single blade upon her scythe. “Longer reach.” she noted to him. “Besides as I said… Assassins are nothing compared to Dervishes.”
“I resent that remark!” Zenmai answered furiously, her daggers out and posed for attack.
Beron came out of the main structure and called once more out to Rose. “I’ve yet to get a female body, hers would be all right.” Zenmai looked over at Ehud who returned the gaze and then they looked at Ezekiel and Rose. “What is he doing?” they both asked.
“Necromancy… forming new skills… needs test subjects.” Rose answered. “I’m more then willing to help him.” She swung her scythe once more. Ezekiel bent down easily dodging while the two assassins found that they both had to block with their daggers. “She does have longer reach.” Ehud commented. He then disappeared; he shadowed stepped.
He appeared close to her face, and swiped his hand close to her eyes, a fine powder flew out from his hand and into her eyes. Rose backed away and uttered a curse as she tried to wipe the powder away. Ehud then returned close beside Zenmai and launched forward to attack. He launched himself into the series of combos that the assassins are well known for. Rose blocked what she could, but then took a deep cut from one of his daggers and stumbled back, her eyesight just coming back to her. Suddenly Rose’s body was covered by a light aura that blocked her presence. Ehud backed off, stopping right in front of Zenmai. Rose began to laugh, but it sounded plural at first. “Silly assassin you forget that Dervishes are more then mere humans, we are the avatars of the Gods!” The voice was no longer Rose’s but lighter, a voice that would had seemed at home upon a nymph. She was now in the form of Melandru.
“Well…” Ehud paused for a brief second trying to think of a remark to say. He merely ended up cursing and readied for the coming attack. Melandru-Rose appeared in front of Ehud, picked him up effortlessly and threw him to her left. Ehud flew over and hit the Guild Lord and slid to the ground looking up at him, he remained silent, almost as if nothing had happened. “Can’t you help!?”
“Select a service from my list-”
“I think I might kill you after I kill the goddess up there!” Ehud launched himself up and went to rush forward changing into his shadow form. Shadow Arts at their peak.
Ezekiel was descending the stairs as Ehud was racing up them. “When you two are done, I’m in the Guild Archives, remember if you spill any blood you clean it up.” He shouted.
– Le Bel Inconnu
Here’s the second part of that whole one I did with Sieghart and Lorelei earlier Its not as confusing I think, but who knows I could be quite wrong… But anywho here you go. O_O Oh the formatting screwed up a bit so I totally have no italicized words that i kind of liked to do in my short story thingys…
Across the Chasm
They finally came to a stop a little ways away from a small river. The sounds of birds chirping as well as the flowing water eased Sieghart’s mind softly. Lorelei turned around and looked at Sieghart. Despite it being as emotionless as her voice, Sieghart could tell that in some way she was displeased. “You must keep up.” said the young woman. “I won’t hesitate to leave you behind if you hinder me.”
“Then why bother to even wake me?” Sieghart asked.
“You were in the process of it already when I passed you by.”
That had been an answer quiet and pointed. “I noted that you were a physical soldier type and felt that you might be of some use.”
“Oh…” Sieghart shifted his sheathed sword slightly. “Well I guess we had better get going.” With that they continued on in silence. Sieghart wasn’t sure about finding their creator, finding Freyr… But Lorelei seemed so sure of this task and so sure that she was going in the right direction. He was certain of her feelings on some level, despite her letting none show. Was he assuming too much? He dare not ask her anything and so they continued on in silence
They traveled along the river, which soon began to grow bigger. Soon the river had carved far down into the land and had become a canyon. No river could be seen anymore, but they continued heading toward where Lorelei had mentioned quickly. They soon came upon a rickety bridge stood. But like everything else that happen in these few hours the task was not to go unhindered. As they near the bridge they began to hear orders shouted in the distances. The enemy had arrived yet again, but in what direction? Lorelei looked toward the bridge and said softly. “We must cross this bridge, but the way they are coming will block us.”
“How do you know that?” Sieghart was quite amaze. “I can’t even begin to tell.”
“It’s due to the abilities that Creator Freyr had given me.” Sieghart pulled his sword out yet again and then faced the bridge. It happened to be right as a small squad of men beginning to come into view. “Those two are Freyr’s abominations, kill them!” The Commander ordered. Or at least Sieghart assumed it was the commander, due to his more elegant armor then the others.
“Sir?” asked a subordinate. “They’re freshly adults, they’re only kids!”
“These kids are not of Illatar, kill them.” The Commander’s words were firm. “The Federation ruled that Freyr and his creations are to be ended.”
“What’s this federation?” Sieghart asked Lorelei.
“It’s an organization that hopes to keep this land and others together… It’s much like Rune’s High Kingdom, but Rune opposes the federation, as does the Creator.”
“The High Kingdom…” Sieghart had little time to ponder of it though for the enemy was readying their attack. Whatever it was that fueled him, Sieghart just didn’t understand it. When the feeling of battle hit him, to put it simply he changed. Senses became more receptive, reflexes quicker, speed, and even strength all of it better. The sword which he held was no longer awkward and heavy. Instead in his hands it felt like an extension of himself that flowed easy and lightly.
As he rushed forward his speed was too slow, despite everything blurring around him. As he came near his various foes, his sword would meet some part of them. Only if they were lucky did the sword taste another of its kind. It was in these instances that suddenly the battle slowed up. But only for a second as swords would cross quickly and his foe would have fallen. Within seconds of Sieghart’s attack, two men lay dead, one permanently crippled, and another one handed. Sieghart eyes scanned the others that were left of the squad.
But Lorelei had begun here own attack, and for the first time a smile appeared on her face. A strange smile, but a smile nonetheless. From the center of cupped a ball of energy appeared. But it had soon evolved into a beam that hit the next set of would be attackers. A dozen were engulf in its intense power. When the beam had disappeared there were no men, not even bodies. Only ash remained as it floated into the air peacefully. She truly was a wizard, one without peers.
Her fingertips glowed bright blue. Everyone, even Sieghart paused and looked at her. This was inhuman; no one had that kind of power without a staff. Silence filled the air, save for her sparking fingertips. Of the men that were left of the squad they looked at the two and trembled. “What has he created?” The Commander asked dumbfounded. “Fight and die…” Sieghart said. “Run and live.” Even as the words left his moth he questioned what he was saying. Was he really this cruel, and ruthless? Lorelei was emotionless and thus cold, he did not want that.
“Remember they are our enemies.” Lorelei suddenly said.
“Men!” barked the Commander. “We must hold firm, there’s only two of them!” Sieghart and Lorelei had gotten up to halfway on the bridge so far. But what remained of the squad started to close in again. But more went wrong as they heard voices coming from another direction. As they turned around slowly they found that another squad of soldiers had appeared. “Sieghart my powers are limited…” Lorelei said softly. “I cannot defeat them all.”
“Nor can I…” Sieghart answered. “We’re far too few…”
“Push forward, I’ll deal with the ones in the back.” With that Lorelei closed her eyes and began to concentrate. No one and the two fronts moved for a few tense seconds. Sieghart took a deep breath and as he let it out someone shouted. “Attack!” and with that it happened all at once.
Sieghart attacked and killed the first few that attempted him. While Lorelei raised her right arm and brought down quickly. Sharp magical power came down and attacked the assailants on the other side. But the spell never hit them. Sieghart cocked his heat to see some sort of translucent barrier covering their foes. They too had some sort of wizard on their side. The opposing sides saw an opportunity and took it. They began to surge forward to finish this in one strike.
Things were beginning to look grim again… “Sieghart…” Lorelei said quietly. “Hold me…”
“What!?” he answered.
“I’m going to use up my energy by knocking this bridge out. In the confusion you should be able to scramble to the other side. Just remember you have superior speed and reflexes.” Lorelei explained.
“So you need me to transport you?”
With her last reserves Lorelei hands lifted up. She quickly shot two balls of energy. They swept passed the enemy bringing up dust and splinted pieces of wood. The enemy brought their arms up to block their faces, but the balls had passed. They crisscrossed at one point and did a loop in the air. Two poles on each side held up the bridge, they were hit on the one. Pieces of wood shattered into air, it would have been just as good as if there had never been any.
At the moment of impact Sieghart had grabbed a hold of Lorelei and had begun to run toward their wanted destination. The bridge wobbled and then creaked… But it gave way quickly. The various enemy soldiers began to slide off the bridge, and to their doom. Some tired to hold on, but they too failed. Sieghart had cleared most of the bridge in only a few seconds. But it was not enough. With a deep breath he leaped into the air. By sheer luck he grabbed a hold of the edge of the cliff, his fingers white with pressure.
The enemy found themselves dazed for a few seconds. So many men had just lost their lives. These two kids had just crippled two squads, just two kids. Sieghart struggled to keep hold with his hand. With his other arm he clutched Lorelei tightly. “Archers fire!” some officer shouted. “They must not escape here alive!” Of all the men to stay behind… it had been the archers. A volley filled the air, but there was little Sieghart could do. Arrows plunged into his back, but he spared Lorelei.
He gasped with pain but held firm. “Sieghart!” Lorelei shouted. Was that concern?
“I’m… I’m fine…” He struggled. “Run fast…” Then with his last ounce of strength he threw Lorelei over the edge. However, he lost his grip and fell. Lorelei rushed into the forest before the enemy gaze found her. They instead focused on Sieghart.
Lorelei stood silently behind a tree. She held her breath, lest she make a noise. “The girl went into the woods…” the officer said. “Send word for a new squad to fetch her. I’ll report to the General that the male has been killed.” At the sound of feet moving away, Lorelei took a needed breath of air. She walked over to the edge after she had made sure the men were away.
She peered over the edge of the cliff in hopes of seeing Sieghart. But the chasm was too far down for here to see anything. But her orders were to reach the masters, no matter the cost. If emotions were tempted to appear, there was no sign. She turned around to see a young woman petting the beak of a great hawk. Sieghart was on its back.
I was talking with my Hebrew Professor earlier today and suggested that I should really put some more of the things that I write up. So why not? I wrote this sometime in High School senior year and I’ve kind of proof read it and added a few details Um I dunno leave a comment if you want. It takes place in my world of Elssia and in the Rune, but other then that I’ve been unable to place it. Have fun with my little red headed elf, Arktil Elendos
The Tower upon the Hill:
The tower stood high up and upon the hill, once it had been used as a guard tower. Another time as a treasury, then a home, but then it had been abandon, and so it stayed for had been for many years. There were many reasons why it stayed so empty. It had happened partly due to the economy of the time declining. Then there was the dragon to deal with. It had come from nowhere and began a terrible terrorizing of the people who had lived near that tower upon the hill. So now it was empty, and the dragon who had been there was now long gone, but still it was said that many treasures existed, for few dare to tackle such a place.
But then she came around to the tower, and there she came to with intentions of both wealth and fame, she wanted to make a name for herself. Her named was Arktil, though many just called her Ark, and she was only one within her family in the ranger guild. (Let alone the only one who dare do work). Ark stood at the foot looking up, at that High Tower, eyes aglow. She was of average height for her sex; her build though hidden was athletic but not overly muscular. Above all were her striking green eyes and her flaming red hair. She wore a cloak of white which covered her down to her knees, and hid all that was under it, she had several daggers on the outside of it, and she had one on each foot lace sandals.
The elf merely smiled softly, readying herself for inner tower. With hope to spring forth that she would earn some sort of fame, even just a nickname would do. One of the few things she wanted was fame and honor. She needed something to prove that she was more than a mere woman. For those men who she interacted with looked at her in her the eyes but not at her figure. Perhaps that was why she wore a cloak so large. She took a deep breath and her elfven ears perked up as the wind blew past them. “Monsters…” She muttered to herself. Then she took a deep breath and pulled her katana out of the sheath, hidden beneath the overly large cloak.
So Ark went into the tower. It was dark, dusty, and filled with cobwebs, and as light peered though the various windows and cracks that had occurred through the years of vacancy. It became hard to see in some spots, but she didn’t care, she could still see just enough and her eyes were quickly adjusting. She had heard of various treasures in this place, and had even found, though much research where the treasury had once been. And in there lay the most important items. Of course it had to be on the top floor, adventures involving treasure where never easy no matter what; it seemed to be some divine rule of some sort. “If at top you go to the bottom; if at the bottom you go to the top.”
Ark took a deep breath and looked around, and soon saw the stairway. The one good thing however about towers of this sort is that each floor had at the most three rooms, while most had only one. So for a tower like this though it was seven stories high, she would be able to get past most of the floors relatively easy. So she started up the first steps of stairs. She passed several floors quickly and was soon upon the fourth floor, where the living quarters seemed to have started. But sadly she noticed that the stairway had to be elsewhere. This floor seemed to only be a servant quarters so she figured should be able to find the stairs easily.
Ark went into the first room, and saw only a kitchen area; she closed the door and went to the next room, and found beds, so that meant it had to be the last room. She swept her eyes around the room once more, and went to close the door when an arrow whizzed past her head and hit the door. Another one came her way and she ducked down, something was in that room and it didn’t seem to appreciate people in the tower. But what it was she was unsure, if only she had been able to see what it was. It was times like these she wished she had bought herself a shield, but of course each time she had wanted to do just that she had failed making enough or had ended up spending it on something else of greater importance.
Slamming the door before her shut, Ark dodged another volley. She pulled three of the throwing knives off her cloak. She opened the door slowly and swept her eyes around the room until she spied the archer. It was of course, out all things an orc. They were another rule of adventuring and treasuring hunting. “An empty cave finds empty soul.” Ark took a deep breath, and tapped the daggers on the door, getting the orc’s attention fully. It looked at her with its sharps eyes and readied an arrow, “I do believe that will not work for you.” she said softly. Maybe even musically if you believe elfves speak in such voices. Then she waited until it shot the arrow, ducked down just in time (in truth luck saved her, she couldn’t had timed it that good if she had tried) and she threw her daggers.
One landed in the orcs leg, the other it throat, and the last in its skull. The elf looked at it, making sure that it had died and then she continued into the room, which led to the next stairway. She smiled, and checked out her gear, pulling out of her cloak a set of daggers to replace the ones she had just thrown and didn’t want to retrieve. Ark then looked up the stairs and headed on up. Within no time she was on the fifth floor and there she reached the sixth floor without hassle. Here once again the stairway had moved across the building. Sweeping her eyes around, she noticed that this floor had two rooms. One had to be chosen so at random she took the right room. That ended up being the bathroom, which had long gone out of use, though the smell remained.
Arktil quickly got out of that room and went into the next one, which happened to have the stairway, and appeared to be a lounge of sorts. As she looked around she also noticed that it happened to be filled with various tables. Some were flipped over, others broken down, a leg missing here or the top splintered awkwardly. But Ark couldn’t decide if it was due to the fact of old inhabitants who had been quick departure. Or perhaps if it was due to some sort having a fight here. Perhaps like some orcs? She pondered this for a moment, but couldn’t come to a conclusion.
Ark took a deep breath as she walked cautiously around the room. She noticed that this room had had many windows compared to the other parts of the tower, so that if any place was to be the start of an attack it would had most likely have been here. Ark leaned against the wall a cool breeze came in from the open window. She swept another gaze across the room, and took off her cloak. Underneath her cloak was fine set white armor. It was made up of a breastplate of silver-white and also a fauld that, matched the color. She wore a light almost white tan t-shirt and tight shorts that stopped at the top of her knees, her attire was complete her pair of gloves. Other than that she had no other armor, in fact she wore more than the average ranger. She took a deep breath letting the air cool her warm body.
Another bad thing about towers were that that they were great for wizards and other old persons who easily got cold or warms, because a tower was either cold or warm. “Warm for the cold ones but cold for the warm ones.” it had been cold and now was warm. Ark shrugged her shoulders and went to go on ahead when she heard the sound of something clawing at the wall behind her; she turned quickly around to see the wall shaking. This can’t be good she thought as she readied her katana again. Within seconds the wall cracked and creaked. Seconds later it blew apart, pieces flying here and there. She put her arms in front of her face to protect her eyes above all else. The wall stop sputtering pieces as quick as it had started, but the dust from it still remained.
Peering in the dust and darkness was hard, but she couldn’t see much. So with haste she decided to retreat up to a higher floor so that she could still fulfill the mission. Not only that, but to have an easier time in a less cloudy floor. Ark ran up the next floor, not waiting for anything, and she reached it quicker than she had all the other floors, and was suddenly plunged into darkness. Where had it come from? She stopped in her tracks at once and looked around her elfven eyes helping, but not a whole lot. She took a deep breath and felt that this was also a whole lot warmer; this floor had just gotten really stranger.
“What are doing in here green eyed child?” A voice from the darkness asked suddenly. It was a dark, snakelike voice, yet even still it had a hint of kindness in it.
“I-I have c-come to get the t-treasure.” Ark stammered. She was ashamed of her fear.
“I can smell the fear in you… tell me what treasure is it you seek? A crown, a sword, a ring it must surely one of these things. Or perhaps some of the ancient text, a long lost poem, or perhaps to just kill me!” And with that a line of fire ignited straight from the dragon’s mouth. Ark felt her knees knock a little. She fell to her knees afraid, yet stubborn, wanting so badly to gain something from this quest.
“I just want something to prove I was here, not to kill any dragons, lest a kind dragon.” She said.
“You are lying, yes you wish to prove something, but what is it child?” Ark backed up into the wall, she thought quickly, should she tell the truth or just evade the questions until she got what she wanted and left. What was it she wanted to prove? She thought of why she was here in the first place which was to earn a little fame and gain something of worth. “I am here to prove that I am a heroine… I want to have my name written down in the old, old legends…”
“That is perhaps a worthy quest, but then again why is it you need fame so much my child? What is it that you are afraid of, that you are insecure about?”
“Nothing, I just want to be remembered, and not forgotten…”
“You will never be forgotten, in time man will forget you, but your family surely they will remember someone such as you, and what about Illatar? Does he not know all?”
“But that is not what I want… I want to have legends and poem written about me, not just a well lived life! I don’t want to live and die and not leave any effect upon the world!”
“My child…” The Dragon said shifting a little. “You will not be forgotten, but you have to believe that you can make an impact, as can anyone who believes. Though it may sound a bit childish, it is the truth. And I do see a future in your life, something is grand is soon to happen to you.”
“How can you know dragon?”
“I cannot answer and will not, merely believe in yourself, and never give in, though the world may crash about you to and fro. Follow the path you are upon and do not ere off it.” With that the Dragon’s voice became quiet, but it blew another stream of fire lighting a touch, revealing a fine and elegant sword. Ark looked at it, and then toward where the voice of the Dragon had been, but she saw nothing. With a slight sigh of relief, but also still perplexed…
Holding the sword close she descended down the tower.
I found this random short story that I had written in the summer at some point and decided that I hadn’t really placed anything on the blog for a week why not this? It was influenced by a game called Langrisser and the opening sequence might seem almost like it. I’m pretty sure it might be a little confusing, but Hey that’ll just be half of the fun. I just hope it won’t be too much so. But well anyways, here it is.
Awakened to Question
“Sieghart…?” Her voice echoed throughout the room.
“Mmmm…” He muttered in response. “Let me sleep…!”
“Wake up!” The voice became more intense, an order had been issued. Slowly he opened up one eye, then the other. Before him stood a young woman, she seemed slightly charming. Her hair was bright (though oddly) purple in color. Strange yellow eyes which gave a shine of their own blinked back at him. “So you’ve finally managed to open those green eyes of yours…”
“Who are you?” He asked. She blinked at him several times, her (and his) rhythmic breaths making the only noise. Then it seemed with a annoyed reluctance(though her voice was toneless) she answered him. “I am project number Lambda 052… But… Lorelei will do.” She paused for a moment letting it sink into his head. “Your project number is Sigma 066… But… Sieghart sounded… Better.”
“Sigma 066… Sieghart…” He repeated it several times in his head, trying to make sure that he would remember it. And then “Lambda 052… Lorelei…” He liked these names, they seemed familiar to him, but why?
“Why do you keep your sword’s tip at my neck?” She asked tonelessly. Sieghart looked down at his hands suddenly and saw them grasping the hilt of his sword tightly. “Wh… What… This sword…” Sieghart broke his glance away from the sword and looked up at her. “My body acted of its own will!”
“Do you intend to kill me?” Her words shocked him a little. He looked into her yellow eyes. “Either do so immediately, or move the sword away from my neck.”
Slowly he pulled his sword away and found himself frowning slightly. “Are you my enemy?” He asked the girl.
“No…” The answer was once more toneless from Lorelei.
“Then what are you?” Once more she was quiet for several seconds, her gaze fixed on him. She blinked several times, did blinking help her to think? “We…” she paused once more, was she unsure of her answer? “We’re siblings…”
“Siblings!?” Somehow that didn’t seem right to Sieghart, but then again nothing seemed right here.
“In a fashion…” She backed away from him slightly. “We’re from the same… Cellblock… created roughly at the same time.”
“Cellblock!? Created!?” What was that supposed to mean!?
“You’re lacking information… valuable information… Was it not hard coded?”
“Lorelei?” There was another span of silence in the room, as the young man stood confused, and the young woman entered into her thoughts yet again.
“Something’s off we must remember to tell our creator Freyr…” At last she answered. “We need to seek him anyhow.”
“Freyr?” Sieghart ran the name over several times in his head. “I’m uncertain…”
“As I have asserted all ready.” Lorelei backed away further an this time Sieghart could see much of where they were. He took a step out of his… pod, and looked around. The room if one could call it that, for it seemed to consume the whole building, was nothing but metal. But though he knew not why, Sieghart knew that this was not the way things so be. It was to the truest extend a room of metal and brightness.
As he looked around he saw other pods much like the one he had stepped out of. But they were all broken in some sort, doors were gone, some were blacken metal. Pieces of all sorts were missing from many others. How had his survived, and if he had, then Lorelei’s must had too right…? In the northern corner of the room, the wall looked as if it had been blown away from some enormous force. The edges of the tattered hole were the darken metal and sunlight came in unfiltered. Pieces of scrape metals appeared by it.
Sieghart turned his gaze back to Lorelei. He was so uncertain… uncertain of what was going on and what this place was. But then a rather shiny piece of metal caught his eyes and he shifted his gaze toward that. It acted as a rather good mirror. His eyes were indeed a green, a brilliant green. His hair was a just as brilliant a bright scarlet red, medium length and messy. One thing was for sure, he wouldn’t be lost in a crowd. But for that matter, nor would Lorelei. “We all have been made to look… special…” Lorelei explained. “Each of us have been created with certain intentions and looks.”
“Intentions…?” Sieghart’s gaze finally reached her face once more. “The Creator…” Lorelei continued (Its no longer ours, but the)? “Is trying to create the perfect soldier, you and I are the results.” She pointed toward his sword, which had yet to be sheathed. “You were created for physical battle, your strength is better then most. So is your instincts, reflexes, endurance, and so on.” Lorelei then lifted up her left hand and her finger tips began to glow. On all ten little blue balls appear. They were bright and had enough energy to radiate heat on to Sieghart’s face.
“I was created for magical needs. My mind is expansive, I have more room to remember, I use my brain more, and I need no staff to cast my spells. Nor do I have to say the words aloud. But… I am weaker, my whole vessel is weaker.”
“So were we created for war…?” Sieghart dare to venture.
“For battles yes… But ultimately we are to serve the Creator whole heartily.”
“To serve creator and… master… Freyr.” Once more Sieghart repeated the name several times mentally.
“We should go… Something happened here… Something unpleasant…”
Lorelei started to walk toward one of the few exits in the room, though this one let sunlight in. For reasons unknown to Sieghart, he felt she knew where exactly to go. She paused and turned back to look at Sieghart, who happened to appear to be standing around aimlessly. “Are you coming?” she asked him. Sieghart looked up at her and she beckoned him. “Are you coming or not?” she had asked him once more. “We all need to reach the Creator.” He nodded softly and rushed up to here. “Where are we going from here?” he asked.
Sieghart nodded once more and they began to walk quietly toward the exit. As they moved closer they began to voices, that were far from hushed. The owners to them were hidden behind several of the pods which been broken and scattered. Lorelei moved in closer and without a word Sieghart moved in close beside her. The owners to the voices hadn’t heard them, so the conversation went along pleasantly. “… They’ve all been disabled, and destroyed.” Once voice reported. “Now all that’s left for this place is to completely destroy it.”
“We should hurry!” Another said. “I would prefer to get back home.”
“Have our wizard torch this place.” A voice of command said. “With the damaged you’ve all ready caused, finishing the job shouldn’t be too hard.”
Lorelei looked toward the exit and then back at Sieghart. He nodded and they began to move toward the exit. Just as they were about to reach the door a soldier stepped in front of the door. They came to a sudden stop and looked at the man who stood before them. Sieghart’s sword came out quickly and Lorelei ducked half behind him and she closed her eyes and her fingers began to glow. “Who are you two?” asked the man.
“You have no right to ask, he who trespasses on Creator Freyr’s Land!”
“Ah!” said he. “So you’re his creations then…” The soldier’s sword came out and in a quick instant his sword came crashing toward them. But it never touched them, for Sieghart’s sword had met his effortlessly. “Wh… What the!?” the man gasp. Sieghart looked up at the man, his eyes aglow.
“Leave here!” Sieghart ordered. “Or else face damnation!” He had changed, even if it was just slightly.
It was Sieghart, not the soldier who was in control. There was a vibe that seem to extend out of the very blade that Sieghart held that testified to the fact. Still the common grunt; the soldier refused to accept it and their blades slid apart. Then the two backed away slightly and then the two rushed forward once again. The blow was quick, and it was clean. Sieghart dodged the man’s attack and cut horizontally, his movement but a blur. The head slid off, followed by the body falling to the floor with a thud.
Sieghart looked at the body of the man, the man whom he had fell so easily. “We must hurry!” Lorelei ordered. Sieghart snapped to attention and quickly followed her out of the room. The two escaped the metal room and entered into the wilderness. Lorelei kept walking, silent as ever. Still no answers had been given to Sieghart, but how he wanted them…