Dread Champion

[raven_gaurd0]

Twenty years ago the world was tranquil. No peasant who would ever grow into something brilliant was ever noticed, particularly not Krimm. The world was green for the young child; the mind was pure and the field was blooming. He was a gap toothed child with little care beyond his own acre of property that he and his mom lived on. Sandy, curly hear adorned his head and his face was jovial and freckled. Brilliant blue shining eyes filled his head and gave him the most innocent and pure look any child could pull off. His body was thin and a burlap tunic always adorned his frame, except when he washed the dirt off his skin.

 

 

 

Nobody would have guessed where he was going. As he matured into his teens, nobody questioned him when he said that he would be out the night. They never asked where, and they never asked why. He was such a good boy, whom had never done anything wrong...there was no reason.

 

 

 

It was where it all ended.

 

 

 

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Twenty years later, Krimm walked through the same fields. The sun was hot, and his armor weighed heavily on his limbs. An army marched behind him, all clad in armor and bearing his own personal standard. 'They will not like me back here.' Krimm thought grimly. 'Sad.'

 

 

 

He raise an ebony-clad hand and the army immediately stopped marching. Yelling with a sharp 'hut!' as they came to a stand-still, the demon soldiers were well trained. Their ugly faced leered under their helmets, and their tongues licked their lips in anticipation of blood. He looked behind his back, and drew out his sword. There was no pity or remorse as he heard the archers knock back arrows into their cruel bows. Giving the demons a moment to prepare, Krimm took a moment to admire the sun and the green fields he played in when he was a boy. Even his mother's house was still there.

 

 

 

Under his helmet there was no twitch of emotion as he unleashed a volley and a demonic horde upon his home-village. "Do not kill any women, bring them to me!" Krimm yelled over the whistling of arrows and the flurry of demon feet. "If I find a single woman's body I'll have twenty of your heads!"

 

 

 

Standing in place as the battle between the poorly armed peasants and the demons, Krimm actually picked out people who knew as they died upon the spear and the sword. Yet it was not more than twenty minutes when the battle ended, and the road through the village was stained with blood. The demon soldiers laughed as they brought the women to Krimm. There couldn't have been more than twenty of them, yet they all kicked and fought against the demons that held them. Krimm cocked his head. Why would they fight? Even if they did escape, hundreds if not thousands of demons would instantly fall upon them and feast on their entrails.

 

 

 

"Which one of you mothered the child Krimm?" He asked cruelly, not a hint of emotion in his voice. Luckily, he was hidden behind six inches of demon-forged black armor, and the [bleep]es of animal horn, ivory and gold that adorned his dread armor made him unrecognizable. His helmet, too, covered all but his eyes and they were but black sockets behind the small slits. A dark green cape fluttered about his back as the wind blew against his figure. None of the women spoke. "Fine." Krimm said. "I will examine all of you up close, and kill you one by one until I find her." He said this curtly as he drew his finely heat-tempered ranseur. One of the women yelped and immediately fell down before his feet. "I am, I am!" She said incoherently as she bowed her head down. Her hair was white and her face had grown wrinkled as the years ravaged her.

 

 

 

"Sir, what've the other prisoners?" A greasy demon captain said, his voice deep and guttural. Krimm turned to him without a single creak in his armor. "You know what to do, you worthless piece of filth." He said coldly. Smiling, the demon captain nodded. "I understand sir...I understand perfectly." With that, he raised a hand and snapped a finger. Immediately, nineteen swords were held to nineteen necks. With another snap, nineteen blades were bathed in blood. The remaining women held her hand to her mouth. "What will become of me?" She said, whimpering.

 

 

 

Krimm began to walk away. "Oh, I have something special for you."

[Xewleer]

Whats a ranseur? I know its a type of weapon that kills people when you shove it into them, but beyond that...

 

 

 

Great story, what happened to that other sci-fi one, was that a one-shot?

[raven_gaurd0]

Ranseur is like a halberd-spear thing....good for stabbing, hacking, and slashing. At any rate, the sci-fi one I totally forgot about. Lately, I've been posting essay's regarding...larger things. Like Nihilism in Accordance to the Quantum Physics Theory :lol:

 

 

 

Maybe I'll go back soon, because I liked it.