This is going to be quite the story, but will be presented in installments. Positive commentaries speed up the creative genius you know...

 

 

 

Scale of 1 to 10 pl0x.

 

 

 

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The origins of the Barrows brothersÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

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Let me tell you a tale that spans the generations, that flies through the Golden eras and stumbles across murky waters. A story that Time itself forgot to record, but that Fate dictatedÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

Long ago, in a land long forgotten, lived two brave souls, the witch Heritha and the fierce barbarian chieftain Hengor. When a wave of plague swept the land, killing humans by the hundreds, noble Hengor was struck down by disease. He fell into a wave of darkness, the sickness spreading into his very soul. He would have died, had not Heritha created a spell to extract the evil from the barbarianÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s body. She lathered the manÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s chest and limbs with a cold poultice, the herbal remedy weakening the disease. Then the woman reached into her rucksack and pulled out a pair of inscribed stones. She smacked them together roughly. Suddenly, her hands lit up with a bright yellow glow and she reached into HengorÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s body, burning away all traces of the disease with her healing hands.

 

 

 

The barbarian chieftain opened his eyes, the only man said to have survived the wave of illness and saw his saviour. An angel bathed by the soft morning light. The proud barbarian was humbled by the womanÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s beauty. Instead of a polite thank you, sat up briskly and grabbed the woman. Pressing his lips softly against hers, hengor was delighted to see that she was not pushing him back. Tenderly, he laid her on the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

By the summer equinox, Heritha gave birth to three boys, and another two a year later. Sadly, the woman died in the painful birthing of her children and her lover was left in charge of his sons. The children were beautiful; healthy, strong of bone and of muscle and with an intelligent sparkle in their eyes. The eldest, Arhim, had been born with the gift of intelligence, his brains surpassing those of any other child his age. The next, Dharok, was the strongest of the group. The strong silent type, he rarely talked or blabbered with no point. Guthan was the outdoorsman, knowing which plants were poisonous and which could be safely eaten. Verac was the quick one, always speeding off to some clearing to hunt or to pee in a bush. Finally, Torag was the aggressive one. No one knew such brutality hid in those muscles until he almost killed a young boy that had insulted his deceased motherÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s memory. Such force proved very useful in the wilds of the untamed lands.

 

 

 

One day, as the five brothers were out foraging for food, they hacked their way into a clearing surrounded by densely packed trees. Suddenly, instincts flared to life as a deep, raspy breathing came from the west. Dharok picked up a hefty rock and pulled his arm back, ready for a throw while his brothers arranged a defensive formation with their staves. A smallish boy, about Veracs tender age of thirteen, stumbled into the clearing, crusting wounds apparent on his slender body. He walked a few steps towards them, and then collapsed into a broken heap next to them. The five young men rushed to his side, pulling linen bandages from their haversacks. The young manÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s wounds were heavy with infection, ringed with a greenish crust, but the worst was surely his throat. A thin red line cut neatly across the neck, circling the veins then sharply cutting back. Blood as thin as water oozed from the wound, but the flow was somewhat stemmed by a pad of cloth stuffed on it. Arhim whispered:

 

 

 

-We need to get him to the village elder. He wonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t live long without proper healing.

 

 

 

Dharok hitched the lad on his strong back, already broader than most of the mensÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ in his village. Emerging from the forest, the boys were quickly encircled by village folk thinking they had brought back fresh meat.

 

 

 

-Watcha got there, boy?, asked a big man.

 

 

 

Dharok gently lowered his baggage on the floor, careful not too disturb the wounded boy too greatly. A general intake of breath echoed across the crowd, and an old man pushed through:

 

 

 

-Move it, move it!, he peered at the boy.

 

 

 

- Hmm, this young man will live, but not without time and some permanent damage. I doubt heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll ever speak again.

 

 

 

The old man beckoned Dharok to carry the boy to his hut and to leave him on the bed. The old man pulled a small glass vial from a cabinet and poured a greenish liquid over the young manÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s wounds. The air filled with a putrid smell as the liquid burned away the scabs and the infection. The wounded boy grumbled in his coma against the obvious pain and twitched a bit. Dharok left the old healer to his crafty doings and exited through the oaken door.

 

 

 

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The next week, as the boys were setting down for their morning meal with their father, someone knocked on the door. Hengor rose and opened the door to reveal the old healer with a bashful young man in tow. A wicked scar traced across his neck and his gait was somewhat hampered by the scars on his ribs. The old man spoke in his crackly voice:

 

 

 

- This is Karil, the boy you rescued. None of the other huts can house him and I thought since you already house 5 boys, you could maybe house another.

 

 

 

Proud Hengor strode over to Karil and poked his finger into the boys muscles.

 

 

 

-Hmm, poor boyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s gonna need more meat on his bones!

 

 

 

The chieftain walked over to the table where his sons had tucked in to their meal and ripped off a leg from yesterdays catch.

 

 

 

-You like meat, boy?

 

 

 

Karil nodded eagerly, his hand flying at lightning to snatch the leg of venison and bite a huge chunk from the steaming meat.

 

 

 

-The ladÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a mute, said the healer. His vocal cords were shorn from his throat by the injury, and mute heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll stay for the rest of lifeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

His explanation was drowned by a scream from the adjacent room. The two adults rushed to see what all the commotion was about. It seems Ahrim had found his motherÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s rucksack on the mantlepiece and had wasted no time in examining its contents. He had removed some of his mothers more potent spellcaster stones, the stone of fire. His eyes tightly shut in concentration, the elderboy had summoned a tiny pinpoint of light from the stone. The [puncture] of fire rose through the air, seeking the nearest exit. Sensing the danger, Verac threw open the window shutters, carefully avoiding the rapidly growing orange dot. The shiny pinpoint escaped into the still-dark morning air, disappearing into the star-strewn sky. Suddenly, Ahrim snapped his eyes open and pointed at the tiny dot among the others. A tremendous explosion lit up the sky, making it day for a few moments, a blazing inferno to rival the sun. A whisp of wind waved the smoke in the aftermath away, but it did nothing to wave away the stupefied looks of the simple villagers who had never heard of magic, let alone seen it!

 

 

 

Hengor stood and looked over at his son, who was waving the small stone eccsasticly, with a proud look. Ahrim may not have inherited his strength, but he did inherit the formidable magic power of his mother!

 

 

 

Ahrim lit the fire every day from now on with small controlled bursts of flame. He was the crown jewel of the tribe, the only barbarian mage. One day, the five boys and their newly appointed borther Karil, went out hunting. Karil was an amazing shot with rocks and javelins. They were walking across the most popular pass, the one that crossed near a favoured animal watering hole. Guthan swept aside a bush to reveal a young doe and her baby fawn licking the clay near the water. Dharok hefted his rock and hurled it with great force. It smashed the side of the fawnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s head, caving in the skull while Karil slung his javelin, the bronze tip piercing the doeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s ribcage to hit the heart. The doe still not crumble like her progeny, but thrashed violently, her lifeblood pouring out the side until Dharok flew in and neatlt snapped her neck. Heaving the 500 pound doe on his back like it was nothing more than a shawl, Dharok plopped the dead doe on Guthan and trodged on home.

 

 

 

-The meat will taste sweeter to us knowing that we provided it! Said Dharok, licking his lips.

 

 

 

Guthan answered:

 

 

 

- Well probably have a great feast tonight and the women will smoke the rest of the meat. It will be a night to remember!

 

 

 

Torag grumbled, his thighs stung by poison ivy and scratched by thorns.

 

 

 

- Bah, itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s only a small kill. I couldÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve got one on my own!

 

 

 

Verac came along and smacked him playfully behind the head.

 

 

 

-Remember brother! Last one there is last one served!

 

 

 

Dharok quickened his pace and drooling, he replied:

 

 

 

- I can smell the fire from here. The women mustÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve already built the firepit!

 

 

 

Ahrim stopped cold and sniffed the air.

 

 

 

-ThatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s not normal fire. ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢sÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæitÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢sÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

Suddenly, he sped off in direction of the sense and the 5 remaining brothers heard a cry soon after. Dharok rushed in, soon followed by his brothers and Karil, simply to find Ahrim on his knees before a scene of devastation. The entire village had been destroyed, building razed to the ground, some simply burned down. The women and children were crying in front of the body of a father or husband. Some of the men had gruesome wounds; some were simply dead with their body intact.

 

 

 

Dharok dropped the carcasses and ran towards a man bleeding profusely from a jagged cut than ran the length of his face while Ahrim ran towards the small gathering in the village square. Ahrim shoved his way through the dense wall of villagers to see the old healer crouched over something. Ahrim flicked on a plume of flame from his spellstone and illuminated the area. The light revealed the body of the man who had sired the mage and his brothers, eyes glazed over in the realm of death. A precise hole, pierced in the breastbone directly above the heart, was oozing darkened blood. The old healer closed the mans eyes and drew a small star on his forehead with HengorÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s blood. Ahrim heard a distant voice bellow for help, but he walked as if in deep water. His father had been killed, and he did not know why. It wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t simply the news of his kinÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s death; it was the fact that he could not swear vengeance on his killer!

 

 

 

The young mage reached his brother and helped him lay the wounded man down. Pulling a thick wad of cloth from his pouch, he sponged some of the blood splattered on the villagers face. He shushed the man and withdrew a few stones from his bulging puch. He touched the stone to the mans forehead and concentrated. Withdrawing thoughts and emotions from the mans past, he viewed the events that had passed here:

 

 

 

He saw the commotion as a small group of white-robed men entered the village and demanded to see the chief. He saw his homes door creak open as Hengor stepped out, accompanied by the village elder. The two men went deep into conversation with the white-robed men, and he heard some words. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅGodÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

souds gd so far hurry up wiv nxt part

 

 

 

9/10

Part 2 up!

Its great! Cant wait to read the next part! =D>

wow, cant wait for the second part =D> =D> =D>

Part 3 up!

Part 3 was fantastic! Can't wait to hear more, awesome story man!!

 

 

 

~~Byers

r u plannin any more?

 

 

 

 

 

if so hurry up plz

Part 5 up!

This story is awesome. Very descriptive and precise, I love it.

 

 

 

~~Byers =D>

more please

Last part up!

 

 

 

Its longer than my other parts.

:shock: Probably one of the best stories I have read on this site. I enjoyed it to the fullest, something new, unseen on these boards, created by you, hass thrilled me. I can't wait to hear mroe stories from you. your style is awesome, and your descriptions are perfect. Well done sir! =D>

 

 

 

~~Byers

Put me down for everything Byers said.

 

 

 

:)

 

 

 

That was great; readable, realistic and immensely real. Great description as well; I can see all this happening!

 

 

 

=D> =D> =D> =D>

realistic and immensely real.

 

:lol: :lol:

 

 

 

When can we expect to hear more stories from you?? Prehaps write of some more RS quest related stuff, origins and whatnot. You do it well!

 

 

 

~~Byers

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I wrote another story a while ago about a war my old clan went through. Rtae if if you want.

That many views and no more reviews? For shame...

wonderful =D> :D