The rise

[The Man In Black]

I'm starting to write a fan fiction (I get bored easily). So, here's a little teaser. I really wish I could tab...

(I'd also like to note that I use WordPad, so I don't have any sort of spell checker. I apologize for errors =\)



A thin mist rolls down the mountains surrounding the sleeping town of Edana. They float through the city, past a house where a man can be heard chuckling to himself, and through the ancient temple of Urdual. Lightning shot down through the hole in the ceiling and a form could be seen through the smoking spot on the floor. His eyes glowed red with fire as he looked down at his body, inspecting every nuance. He wore brown, tattered clothes that had truly seen better days. He had long black hair and a small patch of hair in the center of his chin. His shoes resembled boots, but with the mud caked on and leather hanging, they could hardly be called shoes.

He held a rusting sword in his hand, but not in the traditional way. Somewhere in the back corners of his mind he knew a more appropriate way to hold a it, despite having been in this human form for only a few seconds. Rather than the hilt touching his index finger and thumb, he held it with the hilt against his pinky. This new man, of sorts, walked to the head priest.

"Greetings new adventu--," said the priest, though he stopped suddenly. "You are no mere mortal, are you? Who are you?!"

"I am a force not to be reckoned with," said the being as he grasped the priest by the neck. "Now, Urdual will feel the force of what is about to happen!" He kicked the priest against the wall and his sword flew to slash the priest's neck. "Let it be known that Lord Gh'znesh has returned for his revenge!"

 

[Kokris666]

Wow seriously just wow.... i mean Lord Gh'znesh?

 

[evilsquirrel]

kokris, your future...i can see it...you're getting stabbed :O

 

[The Man In Black]

These positive reactions are heart warming.

 

[Gurluas]

im making one aswell...you can see it in art

 

[Kokris666]

Ah im just pulling your leg lol It was good. But too Short

 

[bluezerosix7]

glad to know ive started something in msc fanfiction again ^_^

im writing some, but im putting it all by Lanethan first - so as to keep true to the history of the realm.

 

[evilsquirrel]

good idea bluezero - should probably do that, although for MiB's story Lord Gh'znesh could have been somewhat like the ice lord, the name forgotten by time and only now carried back by his disciples...

and of course, apostrophies make everything evil

 

[bluezerosix7]

well i was going to write a story about how this guy wayy back was "the first orc slayer" and how he killed Graznux-Oc, who was given the great axe forged by Garonhroth in life, and later fought off the orcs into retreat from their original capital of deralia, and heralding himself the lord of the land.

initial problems after speaking with Lanethan:
-garon has been undead for like 300 years and fought orcs in life.
-Deralia is 600 yrs old
-magic doesnt allow ppl to be really old in ms, so Sembelbin (who raises the hero) is only like 60 to 70.
-Deralia is 600yrs old, always human

good thing i flew it by Thothie/Lanethan first =) assuming lanethan approves my episode 1, ima post. im gonna see if we cant get a fanfiction post. check it out in chatter.

 

[The Valorous]

Not a bad start, you guys. You guys ought to keep writing and post these... hell, maybe even request a fanfiction/roleplaying section for the forums.

Here's something I thought/am thinking of right now... a short 15-20 minute writeup I'm going to type right here right now:

"The summer sun was hovering above the land, scorching the dry and barren earth with its dominating and shining presence. The sky was empty with no sign of relief in sight. The wind occasionally picked up, blasting heat from the sun into the trees and the fields, but otherwise, the place was stagnant. Carrion birds hover above, giving its victims a slight comfort of shade before their inevitable doom.

But it was all a typical day in Edana. Livestock were seen wandering about in their caged pens, being tended by their shepherd masters. The farmers tilled the hard encrusted earth; the crops being engulfed by weeds. The townsfolk carried on their daily, meaningless routines, disgruntled and frustrated, knowing that the gods had abandoned them for this season, but always hoping for better.

And then a man came to town. The townsfolk were startled and surprised at this stranger, as everyone in town knew each other. He seemed to be a strange fellow not from this land. He had darker skin and was covered head to toe in robes. These robes did not look like the priestly robes that the seclusionist members of Urdual wore. They looked more like robes a local beggar would wear, covered in dried mud, tattered and torn from long use.

He did not look the part of a beggar, however. He seemed to carry no weapons, nor any items of consequence or trade, which drew some questions about his purpose for being in the agriculture and trade town of Edana. And though the commoners gave this man a questioning look, the man ignored them, limping, in a mysterious manner, towards the town entrance.

Captain Eldrin had seen the man come into town, and he knew that it was his duty to find this man's motives and purpose. He came up to the man, stopping him in his tracks. The man lifted his hood-covered head and grinned. This caught Eldrin by surprise, but he had dealt with more mysterious men, and he was not about to back away from this man.

'Who are you and what is your purpose?' Eldrin asked, being abrupt and straightforward. The man began limping towards him, nay, around him. This man seemed to not want to be bothered by the old Captain. This annoyed Eldrin, so he stated again, 'Halt! Who are you and what is your purpose?' The man stopped once again, but this time he opened his mouth.

'I am Syrus Altair. I have come to see the mayor.' And with those words, he limped past the dumbstruck Eldrin, and headed to the mayor's villa."

 

[bluezerosix7]

ooo maybe a write-up on the details of the mayor's dealings with the orcs? or maybe Altair is some other guy? oo *squeal* lol

 

[The Valorous]

Rofl. See why we need a Fanfic/Roleplaying section?

Oh, and Man In Black, Sorry for jacking your thread. Please continue to write.

 

[The Man In Black]

Ok then.

It's short because it's a teaser. The kind of thing you would find on the back of a book that gives a little look into what the book is about and the style of the author.

Valorous: It looks good, you should make a thread for it ;-)

 

[The Man In Black]

And the story continues. Again, I don't have a spell checker, so I apologize for any mistakes. I also added a description of Gz'nesh (which I keep typing as "Gz'neth" for some reason) into the first part and fixed a spelling mistake that I figured SOMEONE would have mentioned ("How are you?!" -> "Who are you?!")

Anyway, kind of a rush job near the end because it's 6am. I also had some trouble because, like most things that I write, I began to hate it a few sentences into this newest part. I'm a bit more satisfied now, but it's going to be hard to write with an evil-ish character without having bloodbath's every single chapter.





Nothing save the dripping could be heard throughout the Urdualan temple. Gz'nesh sat with his legs dangling into one of the many pits of the temple. He rubbed a bit of now bloodied cloth on his blade, forcing blood to stream off onto the floor. He threw the cloth back onto the priest from whose robe it had been slashed.

Gz'nesh stood and walked out of the temple. He walked down the black and white steps and idly kicked a large rat aside. He walked along the path, past a cabin where a man chuckling to himself could be heard. Edrin stood by the entrance and watched as this new arrival walked in the gate. Gz'nesh's foot grazed the edge of the fountain in the main square. This was Edrin's hot button. He ran forward, brandishing his halberd, pointing it at this newcomer.

"Hey! Stay out of there!" yelled Edrin, the new village idiot. However, Edrin was lucky, for now at least. Gz'nesh decided that perhaps a slaughter was counter productive towards his end goal. He merely shot Edrin a nasty glance and proceeded towards the market square.

A piercing wind blew through the seemingly barren town. The only hint as to why this once full town was empty were the blood spots on the wall in the shape of claw marks. Gz'nesh crouched and examined the marks. The gashes in the stone were over an inch deep. No creature that should be near this area would be able to make such a mark. Gz'nesh was hard pressed to think of any monsters at all that could make such a mark, but that was no matter.

There was noone in the market booth to stop him from forcing the door open. Inside of the square, at least thirty citizens huddled around a fountain. The stronger ones among them were on the outside with weapons while the weaker were in the middle. They stood ready to fight as he walked towards the weapon stall and slid across the counter, perusing the weapons. He tossed aside his rusted sword and grabbed a large axe, which he slung across his back. He then grabbed a belt which he put on and thrust five small axes in. Lastly, he took a large sword off from under the counter and stepped over it again.

Until now, the citizens were all too scared to speak. This new man with a blood soaked shirt was walking in their general direction with enough weapons to equip a small militia. A speaker was elected, which involved a random person being shoved by several other citizens. This newly "elected" speaker had an oak bow in his hands and a quiver full of iron arrows slung across his back. He slotted an arrow and pointed it at the stranger's eyes.

"Wh-who are you and why have you come?" asked the man, his voice cracking slightly. His hand shook and sweated. The arrow pulled itself away the unsteady hand and flew at top speed. Gz'nesh gave a sly smile before cutting the arrow in half length-wise. A slaughter may be counter productive, but then again, it is entertaining. He lunged at the the bowman and cut the bow in half before swinging again for the man. Immediately, he was surrounded by angry, horrified citizens holding a wide array of weapons.

The calm before the storm. It's the kind of moment where seconds seem like minutes. It's a time to plan or a time to reflect.

* ~ * ~ *

Gz'nesh hadn't always had this mortal form. He had once been a demi-god; a disciple of Torkalath, as it were. Although, that was never enough. He wanted to be more than just a disciple; he wished to be the god of Chaos. He wanted that position in all of it's power. Torkalath was too weak, too afraid of using his power to cause true chaos, so Gz'nesh took it upon himself to release the most devestating force on Daragoth that had been seen in some time.

Hidden in the confines of the dark, haunted forest was a force that no god dared to let anything near. They destroyed methods to get to him and each placed a seal on his door to keep him contained. This force had stayed dormant for so long that the gods had laid to rest any worry about him, which is why it was so easy for Gz'nesh to break the seals and release him. As soon as the seals had been broken, the gods realized what had happened and what was about to happen. However, it was too late. Undamael was free and his reign of terror had begun. He laid waste to the land in many forms of the word.

Although they were unable to touch Undamael, Gz'nesh had no such power. His punishment was beyond gruelling and is impossible to put into words. For three years he was tortured in the most brutal ways, before he finally was able to escape. While the gods tried to form armies with their followers without actually affecting the world, he broke from his hellish prison.

The release of Undamael was but a mild itch compared to what he had in store. Something more had to be done. Rather than the world and gods above being in chaos over the events, they had rallied together against a common enemy. Where this plan failed, though, others would succeed.
And so, Gz'nesh came down to the world to wreak havoc himself, in preperation for what was to come...

* ~ * ~ *

There was a large crack as the large sword was thrust into the cobbles. Gz'nesh drew the five axes from his belt, holding two in his left hand and three in the right. Another minute passed before a small man with a large, iron maul charged forth. Gz'nesh's twirled in a full circle, letting fly the axes. The man with the maul was among those who were caught. The rest of the group closed in tighter and began attacking, though they were all inexperienced. Gz'nesh pulled his sword from the ground and swung wildly around. Blood began pouring into the cracks between the stones as more and more citizens were cut down. A dagger caught him in the thigh and he immediately grabbed the wielder by the throat and used him as a shield to block a swordman's thrust. He thrust his own sword and ran the attacker through.

There were few hostile citizens left, but still about ten cowards who were now huddling in the corner. He pulled the axe off of his back and finished of the attackers before turning his gaze on those who refused to fight. He slung the axe across his back once more and turned to leave. The remaining citizens let out sighs of relief, but Gz'nesh was not done. He took a spell book that was lying on the ground*** and flipped through some of the pages, chuckling at a few of them. His lips moved wordlessly and he slammed it shot.

"Selenthiom barams niutok-a!" he shouted as he formed a ball of fire in his hands. He released several shots into the crowd, but only one was needed. There was nothing left of them, not even a scream echoing off the mountains.

Gz'nesh attached the spellbook to his belt and left the market. The sun was beginning to set now, so he found the inn to settle for the night. He drew symbols in blood around his room before he was satisfied that he would be hidden to any higher power. He retired to his bed and thought about what must be done tomorrow. So much to do, but so much time.


***(That's right, bitches, he's a looter!)