Gawyn's Horus stories

[veluchami]

Originally Posted by Malik2

Out of the swamp without incident and into the desert proper, Ignis is an empty land, not particularly vast, but infinitely unexciting, bland, like a bowl of oatmeal without the raisons, the brown sugar, and also without the milk and water and lacking the actual bowl: a pile-of-horrible-gruel of a place. Past the tumbledown sandstone pillars and onto the beach, then up the incline and toward the black basalt walls of Shaanarid castle.

I beg to differ. Yes, we were banished to the barren lands of Ignis, to rot and to die, by the treacherous wood-elves. But we survived; not only did we survive, we made the dangerous desert land our home. And we thrived in our home.

Some wise old man said, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Don't let your hatred of us shade your eyes from the beauty of our lands. There is beauty in the flawless curving sandy landscape of our deserts, with elegant ripples sculpted into them by the warm desert breeze. There is beauty in the lone venomous snake which slithers its way across our lands. What can be more elegant than the mighty desert eagle which swoops down on the unsuspecting snake, grabbing it with its ferocious claws, retreats back into the heavens it came from.

There is music in the rustle made by the cool night breeze embracing the fine sand glittering in the moonlight. What is more beautiful than the silhouette of our resilient women, walking on the pebble strewn pathway to fetch water from the oasis miles away. Nothing is more sensual than their shy smile barely visible through their veils with which they shade themselves from the fierce sand storms. What is more beautiful than our innocent children playing with their fathers' broken swords staging mock battles, unaware they would one day have to kill and die for real?

Is there a happier moment than when our warriors sit around the crackling camp fire, flames reflecting from their eyes, re-telling the legends of our great victories in battle and recalling tender moments with their sweethearts whose rights and honor they are fighting to defend. Their love keeping them going, fighting against out numbering odds with inferior weapons.

Yes, the desert is harsh. To equate it with ugliness is just you exposing your own wantonness. Just surviving in our lands is akin to war. War is child's play to us. The moment you cross into our lands, your fate is sealed. You would have signed your own death warrant.

The desert is beautiful, don't make us stain it with your blood !

[Gawyn_Trakkand]

Alsius still pwns you all in looks :P WE HAZ SNOW

nice descriptive writing in there veluchami ^^, but no matter how many different ways you try to word it you still all live in a giant sandpit

nah i'm kidding

as for the next horus story i havent started it yet but i've known how it's going to end for a long time, expect laughs and ALOT of deaths.

[Silent_Shadow]

I think all of the realms are awesome lol


Oo death, destruction, terror, and humor?! Great combination

[veluchami]

Originally Posted by Gawyn_Trakkand

Alsius still pwns you all in looks :P WE HAZ SNOW

nice descriptive writing in there veluchami ^^, but no matter how many different ways you try to word it you still all live in a giant sandpit

nah i'm kidding

as for the next horus story i havent started it yet but i've known how it's going to end for a long time, expect laughs and ALOT of deaths.

Looking forward to your next story. Btw, Sorry if I intruded into your thread. I just tried to do what I call 'Collaborative story telling' Sort of an enemy side to Malik's story. I think it would add a new dimension and more fun to stories that people write
for eg: If someone writes about a fight with 'an ignean army' people from Ignis side could write their own version of the battle. But it should not contradict the original story, just give more insight into the original teller's story line and thus enriching it. I just did a pilot to see how people react to it This to and fro could be really fun, if more people take part in it Would be kinda like role-playing on the forums

[Klutu]

Expect moar! Tutu in his awesome dress!

just don't let me die stupidly

or by beetle swarm >.>

[Gawyn_Trakkand]

Originally Posted by Klutu

Expect moar! Tutu in his awesome dress!

just don't let me die stupidly

or by beetle swarm >.>

lolz or death from the pitiful dmg that beetle does thats like being killed with kick or baelestra.

Originally Posted by veluchami

Looking forward to your next story. Btw, Sorry if I intruded into your thread. I just tried to do what I call 'Collaborative story telling' Sort of an enemy side to Malik's story. I think it would add a new dimension and more fun to stories that people write
for eg: If someone writes about a fight with 'an ignean army' people from Ignis side could write their own version of the battle. But it should not contradict the original story, just give more insight into the original teller's story line and thus enriching it. I just did a pilot to see how people react to it This to and fro could be really fun, if more people take part in it Would be kinda like role-playing on the forums

Yeah i have RP'd on role-playing forums before and yeah it would be awesome but perhaps a new thread and storyline (i've killed most of Horus in mine) RP threads tend to take up huge posts and the stories here would just get lost in them :P If one is made i'll join most definatly ^^

[Malik2]

Part 3

Shanaarid’s awesome black walls rose threateningly above the clustered syrtians. Already they were bleeding people. Somewhere between the swamp and the beach a hunter tracked some poor hapless bastard and peeled away at least seven who will most likely kill the stranded grinder, then wander aimlessly through the desert until they are killed by an ignis war party. The story was always the same.

Sparks flew as the axes, hammers and swords of warriors along with powerful staff fire dented first then shredded the gray metal doors of the castle. Soon the battered enterance gave way and like a green wave the syrtians rushed into the stone courtyard. The soulless guardians were quickly dispatched, while the castle’s fiery captain was first encircled, then engulfed in a storm of angry elven weaponry. A moment later the castle was theirs.

“Let’s go! Go! Go!” yelled Ulixes.

“Samal!” answered Dingbat, urging the elves back out of the door and onto the long drawbridge.

“Wait, where are you guys going?” yelled Smerda Mudic. “We can hold here.”

“Next fort,” answered Dingbat, “Let’s go!”

Someone shouted, “You have to know when to hold em.”

Dingbat answered, “Know when to fold ‘em.”

“Know when to walk away, and know when to run,” Ulixes continued, “Now let’s run!”

All the TWC was back across the bridge. One stray iggy running to his castle’s defense had already been dispatched. Clutter, his robes slightly bedraggled from all the running leaned over to Rob the Knight, “What is all that hold ‘em fold ‘em stuff about?”

Rob Shrugged, I have no idea.” They both looked over to Jaud.

“Sorry, I only speak English and French.”

Taken Shan had raised the alarm all over ignis. A good number had decided to stay in the castle. The main force of Syrtis raced back down the peninsula. At the obelisks a few more advance ignis were laid low.

Sounding a little exasperated, “Keep moving past their save. Don’t stop to fight!” ordered Dingbat.

At the pillar already a knot of furious ignis warriors, mages and archers had gathered. Many familiar faces turned as they sensed the elves’ approach. Efrendi, Wes the Devious, Artec Jr., Plunder and others.

The leading edge of the syrtis group went down, the air filled with green smoke and hideous laughing skulls. Followed closely by a flight of arrows and golden staff bolts. Jaud and Salvia waded into the gap slamming their shields into opponents faces. Followed closely by the black axe of Mandefix ripe with gore. The barbarian moved almost mechanically, sifting for an overhead chop, twist, swing to the side where it met tissue with a sickening thud, then reverse, spin and separate an enemy’s arm from his body, Mandefix whirling dervish of death, locked into a grim ballet or steel, feet moving, turning, bracing, releasing…until Vincent Valentine’s first arrow tripped him, the unstable barbarian taken by momentum was momentarily defenseless, leaving Efrendi enough time to impale the barbarian on his wicked sword, while Plunder finished him, his magic allowing the warlock to savor the sweet marrow of the warrior’s soul.

Jaud kicked free of Artec Jr. and rushed past the save. Up the southern slope, Dingbat, Anpu and Xia put out a covering fire while syrtians made a mad dash in every direction. Nocking deadly darts to long bows, they did their best, to clear a path for slower mages.

In the end Salvia and Malmsteen were last seen on the ground, bloody and helpless. The three turned and also ran into the desert. Behind their backs they heard Efrendi’s typhoon finish their friends.

[King_Of_Angmar]

Great stories boss Very detailed, I like.

[adraly]

Nicee!! i like it!!

[Malik2]

Part 4

The thin whisper of scurrying rats met their ears as the sun sank in a blaze of blood reds, mottled oranges, and confused browns. The cold desert wind made Xia shiver as the small group huddled around a sputtering fire while the orc captain stalked near his tent, throwing angry glances towards his own fire pit.

“What a god forsaken place” said Anpu kicking dust and watching it slide sideways away from the group and between the hide tents. Little bands of Syrtis were running all over the desert, they began to trickle into the camp by ones and twos.

Turrican pulled the trailing edge of his turban across his mouth and nose, walked over to Ulixes, “Change.”

“Yes, change.” Answered the hunter, “Change comes. Change or die.”

“Why?”

“We can ignore change, stagnate, drag along half alive, or we can plan for tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I like it.” the conjurer said. “Maybe these new people like change. Maybe they will change things in a bad way.”

“There is always risk.” Ulixes cupped a palm of sand, “Sand. You heat it, it become glass, but still sand somehow.” Then looking into the gathering night, “The world always changes; the sun comes up it goes down, I get older, get grey hair, get fat, get thin. Even this changes,” he said opening his palm and letting the wind take the sand from his hand in a light brown stream, “It will never be here again, but,” The hunter said clasping Turrican’s shoulder, “This won’t change, friendship, camaraderie, honor, on that you can be sure.”

Dingbat yelled, sounding a little exasperated, “Are you two going to get a room or get to Samal!”

Dingbat, Turrican, and Ulixes vaulted over the quartered body of an orc warrior that strayed a little too close to Shrikant’s Sartico sword and chased after the shrinking image of the Inquisition party.

Rand Althor grey armor clad and Jaud were already on the door at Samal. Soon joined by Rob the Knight, Tienwarr, Yadi, and a collection of mages and archers. The twins, Pallaama Hunter and Otava sprinted around the back side tracking and diligently keeping watch for stray ignis. Xia and Anpu finished off the tower guards as Shrikant leapt at the door as more and more of the elf party joined the fray at the empty fort’s gates.

By the time the door had splintered, word came that Shanaarid had been taken and the elven numbers had again surged past twenty. Only a moment more and the empty fortress was in Syrtian hands.

Once more the shouts of “Go! Go! Go!” urged the Syrtians out of the gates and again into the open desert. And like a machine they were out the door leaving only a trail of dust, blown to the west, never to rest in the same place again.