recurvesqe
03-31-2009, 04:56 PM
Once upon a time, long before the land we know today, there were 9 people chosen to be bestowed the secrets of Isya. They were taught by the 4 of the greatest masters; Hawkon, the archer....Violante, the mage...Talon, the warrior, and Ivy, the cleric. These 9 people were bestowed upon the skills of every one of the masters, in hopes that they would pass these secrets on through generations. After these 4 passed into the heavens, the 9 people, henceforth known as the "Sages of Isya", lived in harmony and peace for almost 10 years. The Sages were selected at a young and tender age of 10 years, so this harmony lasted until 19 years of age. New monsters began to spread across Isya, and the Sages needed to be there to protect travelers against these new threats. But the problem was, they were spread thin already, with little chance to spread out even further. Combined, they were strong, but far apart, there was little resistance between them, just like a cloth. Then, just one of the Sages died, and Isya fell into chaos. People ran through the streets, yelling rumors that the Sages were slowly dying. The 8 remaining Sages held a meeting, and they decided to go their own way. Why? Nobody is quite sure, but everyone thinks it has to do with Krayven, one of the most aggressive Sages. He was cast out of the group, and was not heard from for some years........until the seige, which is where we find ourselves today.
Krayven slowly stepped through the slick, bloody bodies littering the ground outside of Elderine, a smug smile on his face. He heard a small yelp and he turned around to see a guard slowly crawling away from him, missing part of his leg. Krayven whipped back his long black cloak, took a knife from his belt and threw it toward the guard. The poor soul was dead before the knife finished sinking in. He slipped it out of the guards head and back into his belt. He looked up and wiped some of his white and red streaked hair out of his face before pulling up his bandana over his mouth and nose. Being a mercenary pays well, thats for sure...especially if you do the job right He formed his lips into a tight smile before carrying back to where he was to regroup with the rest of his battallion. He made quite an imposing figure, swathed in blood-stained robes and stalking through the outskirts of Elderine like he owned the place. Some of the younger soldiers stayed away from him, and for a good reason. He had nearly beaten one of the soldiers under his command to death for treason. He whipped the soldier 30 times and sent him swimming into the castle moat of Lord Rezky...Apparently the crocodiles ALMOST fed well. At least it teaches them not to mess with my power, he thought as he entered the large Lord Rezky’s encampment in the woods bordering Elderine. Two guards saluted him as he walked through the makeshift camp wall. He strode straight through the camp to the Lord’s tent. His two personal bodyguard’s stepped in front of the entrance to the tent pavilion, but one stern look from him was enough to have them cowering in their armor. He called out the Lord’s name, then entered to find another commander asking questions about the new battle plans. “Ah!! Krayven, welcome my friend. Commander Wylie here,” he gestured toward the man beside him, “wishes to know our next move in the siege of Elderine. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Their defence is breaking,” Krayven replied in his low, monotone voice as he circled the pavilion, staring at some objects that may be worth some value. “They cannot keep this up for much longer, that is obvious at the least,” he continued, running his hands over an elaborately encarved chair. “Are you completely sure? I mean they seemed to hold their own fairly well out there,” Wylie was glaring at the back of his head so intently, like he owned what was happening here. Like they were just his pawns, and he the chess-master. He began to slide a hidden knife out of his right sleeve, but then stopped. Not all things can be dealt with the hard way, his conscience told him. Dammit...I thought I got rid of that thing...I guess I should just show him up, he thought. While his mind was battling within itself, not using the knife won, so...Krayven swiftly turned right towards the commander, and said, “I didn’t see you in the battle today commander. I don’t see you wearing blood-stained clothes either. In fact, they look like they were freshly washed.” His tongue felt like liquid blade, finding gaps in his opponents defense and using them for leverage. “Well...erm....,”Comm. Wylie started to fidget with his fingers. Krayven slowly slid forward. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Commander” He put extra emphasis on the last word. “No, sir, I wasn’t in the last battle. I came with the caravan of reinforcements. We arrived only 2 hours ago.” By then, Krayven was right before him. Comm. Wylie was staring right into his chest. Krayven judged him with some regarded interest before continuing, “If you had only arrived 2 hours ago, how could you possibly know the situation of this battle? We have been out there for over 3 days, working so hard to stand our ground, and you Waltz in here like you own the place? I’m very dissappointed. I’m sure Lord Rezky would have picked a better person to lead his forces.” He looked at his Lord with his most sincere look of displeasure, then turned from Wylie like he was never there and began his report to his employer.
Wylie left the tent grudgingly, vowing to get his revenge somehow. He had never been shown up before and
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Wylie left the tent grudgingly, vowing to get his revenge somehow. He had never been shown up before and he was determined to show Krayven he was not a person that was easily picked on. He slunk off, in search of some warriors that didn't like him or the 'war effort'...
Krayven stood in front of his superior, waiting for a reply to the news from the battlefield. Lord Rezky leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment, then leaned forward and smashed his hand on the table. "That draws the last straw. We attack tomorrow at dawn!" He yelled with enthusiasm. Krayven nodded his head and replied, "Very good choice sir. I will leave you to rest now." He turned around and left the tent, as quiet as a cat. He threw up his hood and thought If everything works out tomorrow, I won't be calling him sir much longer,[I] he thought as he walked out into the night
The next morning, Krayven walked out of his tent to see that Lord Rezky was giving a speech to his troops, to attempt to improve their morale. [I]I know that these soldier pawns don't like me much, but if my plan works out, they will answer to me. Rezky needs to learn that you shouldn't trust mercenaries too much, he thought as he joined the crowd to listen to the soon-to-be-dead Lord's speech. "...we will be victorious today! Today, we will leave Elderine as WEALTHY MEN! We will leave no house unpillaged, no stall unwrecked, nobody shall stand in our way!!" he shouted with enthusiasm and great, big arm gestures. ****y fellow, isn't he, Krayven thought as he pushed his way to the front of the crowd. That is the moment that the Lord noticed him. "Ah! Commander Krayven, would you like to give a few words of encouragement to the troops?" He questioned. "I certainly would," Krayven said, and a wolfish smile came over his face as he stepped up on the small stage and loosened his sword sheathe. The lord went to move aside, but Krayven bid him to stay, as he will be quite interested in the proceedings. Shrugging, the lord stepped up beside Krayven. He began his speech by saying, "Mercenaries....are not people to be taken for granted. They may work for pay, but if they don't get their way...." He made a slicing motion in the air with his sword. "Down goes the employer. I feel that...you, my lord" he put heavy emphasis on that one word, "have taken me for granted. How do you feel about that, troops? Do you want me to go berserk? Have a little fun with your corpses? Or kill this lying swine beside me." He swung around and held the swordpoint at Lord Rezky's neck. "Wh...wh...what are you doing?!?!?!" The lord stuttered as he tried to back away, but his two personal bodyguards grabbed him from behind. "So...what is your descision?"
"Lier falls! Lier falls!" the troops chorused for almost 30 seconds before dying down. "The lier falls it is," Krayven said with venom in his voice, and he swung around and neatly severed the greedy lords head. At that moment, Commander Wylie stepped onto the platform. "Murderer!! Thieving murderer!" he shouted, then said to the troops, "do you really want a cold-blooded murderer leading you to your doom!!!" He brandished a crossbow. "I think not!" He took aim at Krayven, only to find his crossbow out of darts. The soldiers on the outskirts of the group all raised their crossbows at the rest of the crowd. "Commander Krayven, I will now be taking control of our troops." Krayven looked out at the crowd before turning back and started to slowly clap. "Bravo, bravo, Commander Wylie. I didn't think you had it in you. But, alas, your short reign of terror has to end before it even started." Krayven pulled a fully loaded mini-crossbow from underneath his cloak, aimed and fired 3 bolts into each leg. "Being sundered by a simple crossbow? A great commander would keep on going for morale." Commander Wylie started to tremble. Another shot into each thigh. "You know why its fun to be a mercenary? NO RULES" he said as he brought his face within an inch of Wylie. He stood up and said "Cleanse the ranks!" All of the soldiers in the inside of the group took our crossbows and fired as one, killing Wylie's backstabbing soldiers. "As for you, im not sure if I should let you bleed out, or just kill you right now. You're almost as bad as that backstabbing swine over there." He pointed to the headless body. Eventually Krayven decided to let Wylie to bleed out near death. About 10 minutes later, he approached the almost lifeless corpse of Wylie Strand, and shot him point-blank in the face until you couldn't recognize who the corpse belonged too. "Hows THAT for morale!!" he shouted to his new commandment of troops.
RakItUp
05-25-2009, 03:23 PM
Wow guys sorry bout that LONG lapse of writing (its me recurve) im on my friends computer and account, mine crashed and it still hasn't been fixed....
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anyways im hoping to get it fixed again soon and get back to writing...
I miss Fiesta too *sob* Well anyways thanks to everyone that's read it so far and I WANT FEEDBACK PEOPLE (even though I haven't written a lot ;)) It'll help me to check out what i should write next, make the story even better :D
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RakItUp
06-02-2009, 06:00 PM
Krayven invited some of the ring-leaders of his plan into the commanders tent. There was already a map laid out of Elderine laid out on the table. "What to do, what to do...." Krayven murmured as his new General's assembled. After examining the map for 5 minutes, whilst occasionally glancing up to see the uncomfortable fidgiting and squirming, he finally came to a conclusion. "Here!" He said, and the presence of his voice automatically made everyone jump. He planted a knife in a section of the west wall which had almost been obliterated by the attacking forces of mercenaries. "General Kom'rk, is it not?" He waved casually to one of the soldiers standing in line. General Kom'rk snapped to attention and said, "Yes, Sir!" Krayven looked at him for a few seconds and said, "You have great enthusiasm, general. I would like you and the Red Contingent in the first strike against this area." He brandished his arm at the picture of the west wall. "Don't fail me," he growled as an afterthought. "As for the rest of you," He gestured to the entire room, "Organize all of your contingents in a wedge formation." He scratched a picture in the table and let them examine it before continuing. "You will each lead strikes, one after another, on the same section of the wall Red Contingent will be attacking. This way, there will be a fresh wave of troops to replenish the old, and they will not have time to swap out the wounded or the dead. We keep coming until we break through the wall, or we die trying! Any questions?" Another soldier stepped out of the line, saluted and said, "Sir, what will be the order of the contingents, sir!"
"Good question, Lieutenant. The order will be Red, Black, Blue, Orange and then White. Go and gather your troops, we strike in one hour! Dismissed!"
"Sir, yes sir!" All of the soldiers in the expansive tent shouted in unison, and filed out the door quickly. He beckoned over a servant and said, "Dispose of the former Lord's body, and tell his family.....he was killed by a suicidal archer." The servant bowed quickly without question and walked briskly away.
'No wonder everything got done around here fast.....great servants' He almost smiled at the thought. "I must be getting emotional...." he murmured as he stepped out of the tent into the crisp air, "That's the closest i've come to smiling in 2 years." He wrapped his cloak around himself and went to look for some refreshments.
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Krayven donned his black armor underneath a robe as night as black as he prepared for the oncoming invasion. Shink Shink a slight noise came from his knife scabbard as he slid them into the small scabbards hidden on the inside of his cloak. He took his collapsable crossbow and bolts, which he made sure not to touch the tip of. He had 2 servants dip the tips into poison 10 minutes before. He slid his customized Elven Rapier into its wicked thin scabbard, and slung a shield across his back. He pulled up his cowl and walked out into a darkening afternoon, ready to meet whatever fate awaits him. 'Death is normal and is expected....better meet it head on' he thought as he walked into the crisp dusk towards sounds of rallying troopers.
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"We are almost through!! Keep fighting, my men!" The General of White Squadron screeched as her troops slowly broke through the thinly stretched defenses of the Elderine Western wall. Krayven dismounted Lyca, and he rushed forward with the rest of his squadrons behind him. He stopped for a moment and looked around, letting the sounds of the dying soldiers and foreign warcries mingle with his bloodlust. These are the people that betrayed me...now they will know better! With this thought, he hacked himself a path into the fray going on just inside the Elderine walls. Slash, twirl, backhand, uppercut, His sword was less like a weapon of mass destruction and more of an extension of himself. Its so graceful, yet so deadly, the thought ran through his head multiple times as he cut down suicidal mad-men approaching him. He heard an awfully loud warcry, and it sounded familiar....He didn't have much time to ponder, as his feet were swept out from under him without mercy. He landed, cracking the back of his helm on the hard concrete and looked up. Standing over him was a face so familiar it made him fill up with rage. "Perseus!" He exclaimed as he quickly stood up and set himself in an agressive position. "What gives you the right to be here, my old....acquaintance." (sorry if i mis-spelled that) Perseus glared at him before yelling, "You are the one who should be answering MY questions, traitor!" With that he swung his staff in a downward arc toward Krayven's head. Krayven rolled and brought his elbow up into Perseus's gut, then smashing him in the face with his armored gauntlet. "Why did YOU betray me??! You and all the other Sages! My quest was great, it would have brought us ALL SO MUCH! You don't deserve to live!!" Krayven wiped some blood from his mouth before stabbing his sword right through his old friends chest. He moved himself so close that the sword was all the way through the body to the hilt, close enough that Krayven could whisper into Perseus's ear, "You could have joined me...you could have," Krayven cut himself off and jinked his blade sideways, causing Perseus to grunt in pain. "You could have left the others behind...look at what happens when you listen to the BLONDE." He broke Perseus's knees and flung him to the ground like a rag doll. "You said you believed in me...you said you ALL believed in ME!" He leant over Perseus and smacked him across the face. "I shouldnt've listened!!" He roared with anger and beheaded the former Sage, before standing up to see that his soldiers had watching the entire thing. Krayven flicked the blood off his blade before saying, "Don't you guys have something to pillage?" The soldiers yowled in chorus and went off in seperate directions in the nearest houses. Krayven sheathed his sword before leaning down and putting Perseus's staff back in the dead man's hands. "Even though i hated you, brother, I could never betray our religion." He closed the dead man's eyes and said a statement in the language of the elves, releasing the spirit from the body and letting it float to heaven. "Rest in peace." Krayven stood up and walked away, bitterly fighting back his raging emotions.
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Krayven looked back over his shoulder to make sure that his caravan was still following the trail. After about 3 days of pillaging Elderine he left it to the King to fix, the city smoldering in ruins and (now) on the face of an economical breakdown. He passed under an apple tree, and he quickly grabbed 2 apples....one for Lyca, one for himself. He bit into it and stared in the distance. The caravan was approaching the section of the woods that his cult controlled. Truthfully, he couldn't wait to be home....be with old friends, celebrate the conquest and succesful pillaging, getting drunk once too often.....thinking all of these things just made him more longing. When he had first come to the Ancient Elven Woods, he had started to build a treetop city. This was quite a feat for a 18 year old. Slowly, as word spread of his arrival, bandits, outlaws, escapees and refugees all found their way to him, helping to build this magnificent city. It was completely encased in the upper reaches of the thickest trunked trees in the Woods, and only reachable if you can get past the guards. One of his mathemiticians estimated they were about 50 feet in the air. The view was absoloutly magnificent.......
"Sir?"
Krayven pulled out of his trance, immediatly snapping to attention. "What is it, Commander." He gave the man behind him a withering glare. "I was just wondering, sir..." Commander Havencraft glanced down, "How much longer will it be until we reach the city?"
"Only a few hours, Commander. Now, I suggest you get back to guarding your caravan before my men pillage it." Krayven winked at him and rode ahead. Soon enough they should stumble across one of the scouts that he sets around the perimeter of the forest that he controls....not even the most terrible monsters dare venture into his territory. After travelling for about half an hour, Lyca began to whinny. Krayven automatically drew his sword and unbuckled his shield, scanning the forest ahead of him. "Hail!" Came a voice from the woods. Krayven's head snapped to his left and he saw an archer clamber out of a camoflauged shelter. Krayven sheathed his sword and laughed, returning the greeting. The scout was young, maybe a year younger than him. She was quite attractive, with white-blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. "And what is your name, my Lady?" He dismounted and looked attempted to look square at her eyes, but it was harder considering she was quite a few inches shorter than him. "My name is Amber, my Lord. Private class." (Krayven decided to use Isyan Army Ranks in his cult; it let him organize his troops better.) She bowed in his direction. Krayven waved his hand. "Dismiss the formalities, Private. We are out in the woods, ranks do not apply here." She smiled at him and replied, "Yes, sir!" with a crisp salute. "Now, Amber.....May i ask you to run ahead of us and warn Nile that we are approaching home? He will know what to do."
Krayven asked her, staring over her head at the woods that led to his home. "Right away, sir!" She snapped another quick salute in his direction, then she dashed off through the woods. His eyes followed her appreciatively until she dissappeared, then he shouted to the entire train of carraiges behind him, "Break for lunch!"
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Krayven tapped his spoon against a diamond goblet that he had stolen a few years ago. The Great Hall, jampacked with people, quickly fell silent. Nile, Krayven's second-in-command, stood up and shouted, "Welcome one, Welcome all to the Welcoming Home celebration of our General, for a succesful pillaging, and, of course, staying alive!!" Nile gestured to Krayven broadly. Krayven let out a thin-lipped smile as the crowd burst into applause. "Do you have something to say, my Lord?" Nile whispered to him. "Later. For now, let us eat, my friends!" Krayven shouted in response, and the crowd burst into raucous applause again as waiters surged forth from the kitchen, carrying enormous platters of food, mead and wine. He took a swig of the vintage wine, appreciating the peachy flavor to it. About half an hour through he went down and joined his foot soldiers in some friendly competition, and he was beaten twice by a Lieutenant from White Division. Afterwards, he clapped the man on the back and shook hands with him. "Great competition mate!" The Lt said, and he rushed back into the crowd to get some more mead before it all dissappeared. Krayven let out another grin after the vanishing man, then he took his place at the high table to have something to eat. All of a sudden, there was a banging outside, and everyone sat and became silent immediatly, all of them glaring at the door. It was thrown open and 4 guards marched in, dragging 2 wretched looking people inside, a man and a woman. The woman's eyes were rimmed red with tears, while the man attempted to wrench himself out of the grip of his captors. He got a sword hilt in the back as a reply. Krayven stood up and slowly walked towards the pair. "Well, well...what do we have here?" He questioned one of the guards holding the man. The guard, a tall, gruff looking fellow with plenty of scars replied, "We found them passing through, with a carraige full of goods...." The man grinned crookedly at him, showing 2 gold teeth. He walked up to the man. "This is true, I take it?" He bent down and stared the man in the eye. The ungrateful peasant spat in his face. Krayven stood up and wiped his face. He looked around and he saw a waiter passing by with an empty salad bowl. Krayven grabbed one of the large spoons out of the bowl, weighed it out in his hand, then turned around and jabbed it into the mans gut. He grabbed his hair and pulled back his head. He leaned in close and said through gritted teeth, "I am also a master of torture. It is a very useful skill when you are in command of an army." He stared at the mans eyes, now tearing up from the blow to his gut. Krayven thought for a moment then said, "Wait...I recognize you!! You're the one that tried to sneak through last time without paying up either!" The man glared angrily at him. Krayven looked up dispassionatly at his guards, then he walked over to the woman. "Let her go," he commanded.
"Who do you work for?" He asked her as he walked up and sat back on his throne. "Th...th...the Blacksmith in Uruga..." she managed to stutter out. Krayven though for a moment, then said, "Tell your blacksmith that if he wants to cross through my territory...he must pay the fine all travellers must. Go ahead, you may leave now." He gestured toward a guard. "Please escort her out of the woods, and you may get a bonus on your pay." The guard bowed and took her arm, escorting her out of the woods. "And as for you....I will let Colonel Beckendorf," He gestured to the tall, scarred man holding one of his hands, "Decide what to do with you. Dismissed!" He waved his hand. As soon as they had left his hand he yelled, "Let the festivities continue!!"
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