The Blade and the Bow

[DevilKiller]

The Blade and the Bow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt from the Book of the Wise:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When thee light fails

 

 

 

and thy darkness rise,

 

 

 

come two men

 

 

 

in evil disguise.

 

 

 

One shall fight,

 

 

 

one shall shoot,

 

 

 

together they will

 

 

 

trod a long route.

 

 

 

When darkness meets light

 

 

 

and good and evil meet,

 

 

 

created is Twilight,

 

 

 

and so is deceit.

 

 

 

And now I shall -

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book 1

 

 

 

Prolougue: The Battle of Nothing

 

 

 

Chapter 1: After the War

 

 

 

Chapter 2: The Unbreakable Alliance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prolougue: The Battle for Nothing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the forest of Norgoth, battle raged. Elf and Man united together to resist the power and fury of the enemy. The Wild Men lept from tree to tree, howling widly as they prodded their enemies. They responded by hurling stones and darts, and slashing the air with their cruel iron. Fire greedily consumed the trees and burned animals that should have lived a long and peaceful life. The blade BÃÆÃâÃâéstlÃÆÃâÃâä, which was wielded by Nurfaill, cut man and tree recklessly. Alston's bow sang as it fired arrows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Both sides were battling for something common. In the forest itself was a treasure beyond the value of the weight of a thousand gold bars. Dirty and wet, the Wand of Nature resided somewhere in Norgoth. Is was known by few, and was used by fewer. Those who used it commanded nature to their bidding, to make it Heaven, or Hell. It was the power of the mystic, one that few could find, and fewer could use without being consumed by greed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the side of Free People, the Light, they wanted the wand to restore the ancient garden of Surpoc, which held a secret to destroying evil. The Wild Men of the Dark, uncivilised as they were, heard of it's ancient powers, and wanted the wand to destroy the Norgoth and create another forest in its place, a forest which Hell would breed. War tore all reasoning apart, and they fought constantly for it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Near the forest edge, the elven captain had sustained a serious injury. As the Men fought to prevent any more weapon or arrow come closer to him, the elves swiftly bore him out of the fray. He was rushed to the monks, waiting near in disguise to heal him. The monks concluded immediatly that they could not help him, and requested him to make a final wish quickly. As he was lain down in bed, he spoke his will.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We fought - war for - nothing. I - believe that - wand - is already - taken - by - someone else - we - need - him. Seek - the - man and - elf. They - have no - idea of what they have. They - hold - not only - the Wand - but a blade BÃÆÃâÃâéstlÃÆÃâÃâä - and other - has - big - yew bow -" The elven captain stiffened, and all life was extinguished from him, as quickly as Death would strike a peasant dead with plague.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As quickly as the elven captain gave his last order, was it commanded. A messenger sent by the monks rushed into battle and cried, "Retreat! This battle is finished! There is nothing to seek here anymore! Flee!" Some of the men were glad to respond to such call, and hurried back, though a few were caught in the vicious storm of stones and dart. The elves, however, remained behind. They felt no pity for the Wild Men, as ages before, they claimed that they had killed a elven warrior wandering the forest. The Wild Men say that he was vicious and they had no choice but to counter. Neither explanation worked well for the other, and so their anger for each other was not lessened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Time of Demise, the Age of Doom, the Arrival of Hell, neither of these three can compare to the wars fought over for the Wand. Today, it was the Age of Destruction and Death.

[DevilKiller]

Chapter 1: After the War.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Alston trudged wearily through the halls of the Healing Spire, he saw many soldiers injured. One man had a cut right across his knee, another had a large lump rising out of his head, and particularly fat man had a gash across his stomach.

 

 

 

After a few moments of examining the disgusting wounds, Alston continued to trudge, and found himself at Tron's bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Heyo Tron. How you doing? How many did you kill?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tron: Let's see...(holds up fingers)I killed one orc, no I mean man - (lowers a finger) and some fat one with an iron collar, dunno where he got it from - (lowers another finger) and I also - oh heck, all my other fingers have been cut off!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was true, indeed. Where men usually have middle finger, a fourth finger and a pinky, was a bleeding mess, and an empty space.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tron: AAAAHHH!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Shut up moron! You're not in THAT much pain! You wouldn't be in this bed then!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tron: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: No, really, shut up!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tron: (leans up close to Alston) Fine, but I get a bowl of soup for doing so.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Nope. See you later.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tron: Hey, come back!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With a flick of his hair, Alston charged out of the Healing Spire to escape the stupidity of Tron.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tron: (In the distance) Get me soup! Lot'sa meat, and no peas!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston stopped running when he passed through the doors of the Healing Spire. As he was a bit hungry himself, Alston headed off to the army kitchens, where he could get himself a nice bowl of soup, though not for Tron. As he continued his journey, he bumped into a tall, hooded man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Hey, er, sorry for bumping into you, I didn't mean to -

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: Ah...I have found you... please follow me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slightly mystified, Alston shook his head a bit and followed the mysterious person.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: I just wish to make sure, what is your name?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Um, er...Alston.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: It is you then. Good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Why?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At this, the man sighed a bit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: We will talk later. We need a private place to talk first.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hooded man and Alston continued on for a while. At the town square, the man took a sharp turn and entered into one of the alleyways. As they continued along the smelly, damp alley, the man muttered words under his breath that Alston couldn't make out. Alston couldn't help inquiring about this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Um...Sir, why are you muttering words under your breath?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: I am simply removing each invisible barrier so that we can pass. There is one right in front of me, why don't you try gonig through it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without asking questions, Alston stepped foward, in front of the hooded man. As he continued he was surprised. There was some sort of invisble wall, like a solid air. He tried to push his hand foward, but the barrier pushed back at him as if it were a gust of wind. Yet, Alston couldn't feel any wind or heat changes. Behind him, the man smiled, thoguh he would have never known it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: You see? You cannot pass without the magic knowledge. We will continue on our journey now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hooded man resumed his muttering, and Alston fell foward as the barrier dissappeared. Swearing quietly and picking himself up, he wiped the dirt of himself and followed the hooded man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It went like for some time. At last, they came to a dead end. Alston couldn't see any kind of door and secret level/switch. The hooded man changed his tone, and cried like an imbecile old fart, with some strange language yet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: Inauis herios, opunasio invisbla passgetay! ( Iaus is here, open the passegeway!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing happened. Then Alston noticed something. The air in front of him seemed to swirl around, though he didn't know how he could see it. The leaves started twirling around like a bunch of amature dancers, and the rats squeaked as the ducked into their holes for cover. Then suddenly, without any warning, a hold appeared in the air. It was like looknig through a window, and the cleanest window ever. A man with a bald head stuck out of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bald man: You're clear, no one behind you. It's safe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hole shrank into nothing, the wind stopped, and the leaves fell dead. The hooded man turned around to face Alston.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hooded Man: My name is Guross. I am one of the few remaining mages left of the anchient clan of Phorotassiano, called Phos for short. I was sent by the leader to warn you of a danger one cannot speak of. Yes, you are in grave danger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Go on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guross: You were in the battle against wild men, in search for a magical wand, as I remember. The leader -

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Why don't you just tell me his name?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guross: (highly insulted) He prefers...a certain amount of anonomity. Surely, you of all people should understand that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: ???

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guross: I, erm..said nothing. Anyways, the leader discovered in the middle of battle, that the Wand was not there. It had already been taken, but not by the wild men. There are new creatures of shadow in this world now. Not even the might of Asgonorth, the White Dragon, could even delay them a single second. They control nature like a slave, but a slave that is capable of destroying them. We need the wand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alston: Wat does this have to do with me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guross: Reliable messengers tell us this much, but now come to perhaps myth. A dying elf captain prophesised this. Seek the blade and the bow, he said. So far, I have found no other person with a relation to the other fighting type, except you. You have to find the wand. Find the wand and destroy the evil, the world will remember you as a saviour who protected the earth from an unspeakable evil. Ignore this, and the world will remember you as the man, who was suppose to save them, who stepped aside to let their lives be destroyed.

[dragoncmd]

a mediocre story. I like the poem at the beginning but your rhyme scheme could use some work. I have a hard time reading stories with this style of dialouge though.