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| Combined Story: "The Knight's Cause" |
| 10.10.04 (10:48 pm) [edit] |
Alright...look at [url=http://avoidasyouwill.tblog.c...]AvoidAsYouWill's Blog[/url] for the beginning and second edition to the story. We'll compile it at the end of each week...and stuff.
The well-awarded man walked into the castle courtyard, a cigarette lit in his mouth, his sword's sheath rattling louder than his metal awards. Men all around stand up and salute, chanting loudly.
"Eres! Eres! Eres!" chant the men loudly, stirring up even more to the cheering.
"SHUT UP!!!" The man punched a column hard, causing the walls to shake. All the men grew quiet, the well-awarded man's cigarette landing on the floor, "We lost...one hundred thousand men...and....you cheer for me.......for the next three days...I don't want to hear a breath from any of you..." The men exchanged shock looks, obviously not knowing of the recent loss. The well-awarded man walked from the cold courtyard into the even colder, stone hallway. The well-awarded man climbed a center staircase towards the throne room. The well-awarded man opened the throne room door and walked in, a group of three men sitting at a table in the center of the room.
"Menis Eres! I'm glad you have arrived! I hope your speech went well with the-"
"Corpses?!" The well-awarded man slammed the table, startling the three men, "You knew...you told them...you rat bastards sold yourself to the Knights...I can tell by those smirck looks on your face...you abandoned your own king...you abandoned your-"
"Dogs, is all your troops are. Bad dogs at that." One of the men said, smircking, standing up and approaching Eres.
"Dogs...you say..." Eres twitched, his hand reaching towards his sword hilt, "Well now...I guess that all of this is just because...you did not put me to sleep any earlier!!!" Eres quickly drew his blade, walking out of the room moments later, wiping blood from his blade and walking down the stairs. He walked through the doors and back into the courtyard.
"Well...we're leaving tomorrow...so get your things together...we've been betrayed...let this anger burn inside of you. Show me your wrath in our next battle...GO!" Eres spoke, the others running into the castle, beginning to gather their things, "Holy Knight Mark Ress...I will not rest again until your blood is covering my shimmering sword...you and the Damned Church will pay...and pay dearly, you will......"
Alright, AvoidAsYouWill, the book is all yours, my kind sir!
Later,
Rast
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| Untitled - A Novel Idea I think I might Just Go With |
| 10.04.04 (9:44 pm) [edit] |
Here I go...an interesting novel idea I really want to try out...I've been meaning to write this type for a while...
"So pretty much, what your thinking and telling us. . ."
"Is that it's time we played our proper roles and became puppeteers once more. . ."
"Absolutely sinister."
"Hey, what can I say? We may be nothing more than the silhouettes on the wall, but deadly silhouettes nonetheless."
"Wow, you sure are prepared."
"Naturally. That better not have been sarcasm."
"Oh, of course not."
Death reeked across the once green plain, blood seeped into the ground. A hundred thousand dead men lie on the ground, flies and maggots already swarming, the stentch of the rotting corpses sickened the air. Sword's metal lay broken and bloodied, in flesh and in the bloody muck. Arrows and their shafts and expellers, emerged in eyes, shot into the ground, and rotting along with its guest. Shields shattered, bow strings snapped, limbs missing heads missing their vessels. Souls floated about the field, full of wrath and grief, a few good men left injured behind looked in awe at the levitating lights. Through the lush green of the plain was heard the gentle thump and brustling of an unexpected guest. The rattling and soft clings of metal badges and medals, the shine of nicely polished shoes. A sword sheath wavers from side to side, a left hand's palm calmly placed on the end of the hilt. The souls swarmed the walking intruder on this dead plain, and the man's smooth, but once bloodied hands, swatted the orbs away.
"The Knights swept through this field like the plague. . . .practically our whole army, destroyed in one fell swoop. It's a real shame. My plan to seige the main city has been eliminated. God help us now. We have. . ." The well awarded man looked at another, who was busy tallying up the dead on a piece of parchment.
"Three hundred untouched, two thousand injured. The others. . . . .all dead." The man spoke rather grimly, and bowed his head.
"Well, for ten years this war has been a three-sided stalemate. But now. . .it looks like we're not going to be able to put up much of a fight. We allowed the Knights to favor the Church, that was our undoing." the well-awarded man kneeled and looked at a dead soldier, stripped of his equipment and of his pride, "You never even saw them coming. Neither did I. . ."
"Sir, I don't think God much likes us anymore. The tallied man kept working as he spoke, the well-awarded man laughing slightly and began to leave the plain.
"He didn't like us to begin with. We are 'heretics.' I guess it was God's will to brand us with a non-believer's fate. Our path is not supposed to exist. God is against us, but only because the priest's will it. Who's to call God a partisan? I don't, but one must go along with the ideals of the enemy to participate in such war. Let then have God's favor, we'll have our own. Then, we prevail, we'll be boisterous, for they had God and we had only our own. Even this loss will not be enough to stop the righteous, which is we. A loss of a hundred thousand is nothing for the Lord of our Land, the true king, even if God is our enemy. Do not worry about God being against us, for even He cannot hold back the Menis," The well-awarded man cleared his throat as he walked through the lush greenery of the plan, "When you're finished with these, you're dismissed. . ."
Tell me what you think of this intro...I might actually really go with this, but the basic background is the same as my previous post, just with some elements missing. You'll see. This will be stylistically like [i]Brave New World [/i]and [i]Ender's Game[/i], in a sense.
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