Jasoneagle
27-07-2008, 21:17
This was a Short story I wrote in high school for a project (actually got an A on it) That I have decided to post here and maybe make into a complete story. Mind you this is only the first part as I have been rewriting it as I go and will have more up when it gets done, Please don't comment here I will make a thread for that as seems to be the trend, also this story was based off of the AD&D game (2nd edition) so don't shoot me.
And as Always remember any and all comments are welcome in their place, now for the Story...
“True, I did kill him, But not without cause.”
These were the first few words written in a book long forgotten. The book was made of some kind of hide and written in Blood. On the cover was a shape that struck the reader to his core. A Crest of a different world, a family that has long been Killed by his hands, the offspring of that family. So why would this symbol be on a book as old as the planet Rhygar? But what really hit the reader was the Initials G.E. written in the Elven Language and made of Black Gold. The book was not Written in Common or Elvish, but in an Ancient form of Draconic, that had a weird style to it. The Reader stands at Four foot eight inches and is fully clad in Armor from head to toe. He carries a staff about one foot taller than him, at the head of the staff is a Eagle made of Black Gold.
“Who are you?” Came a deep Voice. “And what are you doing on my Land?”
At the sound of the voice the armor clad individual turned on his heel and leveled his sword toward the sound of the Voice shouting “This is my Land!”
“That is where you are wrong stranger. This land belongs to me and me Tribe.”
“I see you do not know who Rules this land. So if you know what is good for you, you will leave, Half-Ogre.”
“I am Rat, Ruler of the Wilderness you see for 300 Miles in any direction so a human should not be telling me who rules this land. I was given this Land by the King of Egyptir to Rule as Governor.”
“I am Gray Eagle, Ruler of Egyptir. And I gave no such position to a Half-Ogre.”
“how dare you call Rat Liar! But if you say you are ruler of Egyptir call the Guardians of the Crown, The Hynde.”
“I do not have to prove myself to you.” With that said Gray Eagle throws a White Powder at Rat causing him to fall asleep. “Now back to my reading.”
“… First let me tell you about myself. Not much is known about me some people call me the Gray Eagle because my history is Gray. But to the reader of this book I will tell my story…”That’s strange That is why I am called Gray Eagle, “… I am 1,200 Years old and am fighting the Urge to go to the Land of Safe Haven. I have learned a lot about how every Good must have Evil of equal Power. I have put in more than my fare share of Evil in the World. I started by killing my family and clan, that is why you don’t see any Eagle Clansman in your time, and if there is than well I must have found love before I met my in the Planes of Hell, for I refuse to go to Paradise. So at the end of this Tome I will plunge myself into the Outer plane and Challenge the god RA to a Duel to the death. Witch I know I will not Survive…” There must be more to this than their appears, for someone that old to challenge the King of the Gods? In his own Realm.
“Now for you, what was your name? Rat?” Gray Eagle pondered this fro a while, Until a an idea came to him, A Dream Message, to tell this Half-blood who his Ruler is.
The shun was blazing hot as it is the Climax of Midday in the Dessert, no animals could be seen for miles around. Off in the distance their where the sounds of a Battle, Rat darted off toward those sounds with a howl, How could his clan start the war without him? Their Chief their Priest.
“RAT” someone’s voice called his name, or so he thought, the sun must be getting to him he is hearing voices. “Rat, go to the battle and see me take the Throne.” Rat was forced onward toward the Battle. When he reached the Climax of the Dunes and could see the battle, he saw a marvelous site, Rankish, Ruler of Egyptir fighting the man from the cave, the man never once lifted his Staff but commanded it with his mind. The battle seemed like it went on for Days until one of the men, Rankish, was giving his sword to the other, a sword that marked the Ruler of the Lands, It was Sickly green and encrusted with Untold numbers of gems and metals. The golden clad man accepted the Sword, while Rankish spoke the words of incantation ending with the word “Rot” At that moment everything went dark for Rat, and when his vision came back he was in the cave again.
“what in the Nine Hells was that, If you defeated Rankish show me the sword and speak the Command word and we will see what happens.”
“Unless you want to die than I will not cast Mummy Rot on you but here is the sword.” Drawing the sword off his back Gray Eagle showed it to Rat, the sword almost seemed like the designs and stones on it moved on their own in random directions. “If I give the Sword the Rot command it would kill you and I will not kill the Leader of my Ogre Army before the war.”
“Fine, I believe you but what are you doing here, My Lord? We are 600 Miles from your Capital City.”
“He was summoned as you were.” This time it was a voice neither of them heard before. Just as the voice was talking a shape began to form in the flame of Rat’s torch. “I have sent for you both. I have something that the two of you need to do, but there is another person here. A user of the Mists, and he is preventing my from appearing to you in my full body…”
“My coin pouch!” Shouted Gray Eagle “you will now see Rot at work, Rat. Whoever you are, show yourself or I will find you myself.”
“you will do nothing to her, Jason” Now the voice was from the head of the Staff “come out of hiding and dispel you magic Wizard.”
To be Continued.
And as Always remember any and all comments are welcome in their place, now for the Story...
“True, I did kill him, But not without cause.”
These were the first few words written in a book long forgotten. The book was made of some kind of hide and written in Blood. On the cover was a shape that struck the reader to his core. A Crest of a different world, a family that has long been Killed by his hands, the offspring of that family. So why would this symbol be on a book as old as the planet Rhygar? But what really hit the reader was the Initials G.E. written in the Elven Language and made of Black Gold. The book was not Written in Common or Elvish, but in an Ancient form of Draconic, that had a weird style to it. The Reader stands at Four foot eight inches and is fully clad in Armor from head to toe. He carries a staff about one foot taller than him, at the head of the staff is a Eagle made of Black Gold.
“Who are you?” Came a deep Voice. “And what are you doing on my Land?”
At the sound of the voice the armor clad individual turned on his heel and leveled his sword toward the sound of the Voice shouting “This is my Land!”
“That is where you are wrong stranger. This land belongs to me and me Tribe.”
“I see you do not know who Rules this land. So if you know what is good for you, you will leave, Half-Ogre.”
“I am Rat, Ruler of the Wilderness you see for 300 Miles in any direction so a human should not be telling me who rules this land. I was given this Land by the King of Egyptir to Rule as Governor.”
“I am Gray Eagle, Ruler of Egyptir. And I gave no such position to a Half-Ogre.”
“how dare you call Rat Liar! But if you say you are ruler of Egyptir call the Guardians of the Crown, The Hynde.”
“I do not have to prove myself to you.” With that said Gray Eagle throws a White Powder at Rat causing him to fall asleep. “Now back to my reading.”
“… First let me tell you about myself. Not much is known about me some people call me the Gray Eagle because my history is Gray. But to the reader of this book I will tell my story…”That’s strange That is why I am called Gray Eagle, “… I am 1,200 Years old and am fighting the Urge to go to the Land of Safe Haven. I have learned a lot about how every Good must have Evil of equal Power. I have put in more than my fare share of Evil in the World. I started by killing my family and clan, that is why you don’t see any Eagle Clansman in your time, and if there is than well I must have found love before I met my in the Planes of Hell, for I refuse to go to Paradise. So at the end of this Tome I will plunge myself into the Outer plane and Challenge the god RA to a Duel to the death. Witch I know I will not Survive…” There must be more to this than their appears, for someone that old to challenge the King of the Gods? In his own Realm.
“Now for you, what was your name? Rat?” Gray Eagle pondered this fro a while, Until a an idea came to him, A Dream Message, to tell this Half-blood who his Ruler is.
The shun was blazing hot as it is the Climax of Midday in the Dessert, no animals could be seen for miles around. Off in the distance their where the sounds of a Battle, Rat darted off toward those sounds with a howl, How could his clan start the war without him? Their Chief their Priest.
“RAT” someone’s voice called his name, or so he thought, the sun must be getting to him he is hearing voices. “Rat, go to the battle and see me take the Throne.” Rat was forced onward toward the Battle. When he reached the Climax of the Dunes and could see the battle, he saw a marvelous site, Rankish, Ruler of Egyptir fighting the man from the cave, the man never once lifted his Staff but commanded it with his mind. The battle seemed like it went on for Days until one of the men, Rankish, was giving his sword to the other, a sword that marked the Ruler of the Lands, It was Sickly green and encrusted with Untold numbers of gems and metals. The golden clad man accepted the Sword, while Rankish spoke the words of incantation ending with the word “Rot” At that moment everything went dark for Rat, and when his vision came back he was in the cave again.
“what in the Nine Hells was that, If you defeated Rankish show me the sword and speak the Command word and we will see what happens.”
“Unless you want to die than I will not cast Mummy Rot on you but here is the sword.” Drawing the sword off his back Gray Eagle showed it to Rat, the sword almost seemed like the designs and stones on it moved on their own in random directions. “If I give the Sword the Rot command it would kill you and I will not kill the Leader of my Ogre Army before the war.”
“Fine, I believe you but what are you doing here, My Lord? We are 600 Miles from your Capital City.”
“He was summoned as you were.” This time it was a voice neither of them heard before. Just as the voice was talking a shape began to form in the flame of Rat’s torch. “I have sent for you both. I have something that the two of you need to do, but there is another person here. A user of the Mists, and he is preventing my from appearing to you in my full body…”
“My coin pouch!” Shouted Gray Eagle “you will now see Rot at work, Rat. Whoever you are, show yourself or I will find you myself.”
“you will do nothing to her, Jason” Now the voice was from the head of the Staff “come out of hiding and dispel you magic Wizard.”
To be Continued.