It came to my mind Ziris has no doctors :(
I like to pass time creating characters on this website and I tought I could share cause I don't exchange a lot on enjin. Enjoy
We just need to kidnap varith slaves and bring back the old tradition of taking them to Amauriea as stage one hell then to Riverhold as stage 2 hell where it just gets progressively worse and worse till all the varithian E D G E has been removed
and you are then left with smol helpless slave with strong spine and hands as hard as steel... good for picking through stones and fishing
Hey everyone, I won't be on for 5 days because I'm going to have christmas with my entire family.
I wish you all a merry christmas and a happy new year !
Chapter 4: Dawn:
The silence, this is the first thing I noticed. The war were I was, the chaotic atmosphere, the sounds of steel hitting shields, blades and flesh, all this disappeared for a dead silence.
I was looking at the sky; snow was falling on the world, covering the blood which congealed under the dead bodies of my companions. Everything around me was dead, allies and enemies were lying here, slowly getting covered by snow.
I stood up and walked to my house. The entire city was free from any lives, even rats and ravens weren’t here. The houses were intact and I supposed the Walachians took nothing from them, they were only here to pass through the North and head to the capitals, looking for better treasures perhaps.
I entered my house and sat on my bed thinking about my dear Anna. My only happiness was to imagine her away from this barbarians and safe.
I looked at me in a mirror; I nearly fell with what I saw. My skin was as pale as snow, my eyes red as blood with a taint of orange making it look demonic. I thought I was mad or something but it was there in front of me, something had change. Then I took of my clothes, my body was more muscular than before but it wasn’t the best part, right were my wound was suppose to be there was a big raven tattoo with his wings spread.
What I thought was a dream became a hard reality, something happened to me and I’m not sure it is good.
“What to do now ?” I asked to the mirror, looking at what I became while I couldn’t put a name on this. Was it a curse or a bless ? Dark magic or a god’s gift ? I was lost in deep thoughts for hours trying to find a way to know what happened to me. I remembered my uncle was talking about the First Ones still existing and living under the world and behind it. This First Ones were perhaps my ticket to find what I became ? They are legends but when I look at what happened to me… I guess legends are to be considering as truth now. I took a bag putting some food and materials in it, took new clothes to travel with a long coat, my sword and I left my home and cities to head for beyond the North were it is say the men never went.
I started a long travel to the dark heaven.
To be honest I started this story in my mother tongue during my studies hours XD
So I allready imagined the major part
It's just hard to put it into english sometimes ^^'
I hope you'll enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it
It’s really good ^.^ Makes me think that I should uhh... probably continue mine? xD
Me being me, I easily lose the courage to pursue my stories and they’re usually left aside, never to be read again. Rare few are those fortunate enough not to end up in the garbage, actually. But I agree with you, writing in French is completely different. I’m not quite sure which I’m more comfortable with, but I think I’m “okay” with both in terms of writing.
The new char I'm playing is a necromancer and I'm asking myself what does it provide for rp ?
(cause even to resurect a bird I have to ask Remi for what I heard ^^' )
Chapter 3: Blood on the snow:
The horns blew up; the Walachians were trying to break through the doors of the city. The bowmen killed or injured a lot of them, making the evacuation efficient. When the Walachians broke through the doors and came with ladders on the walls, the citizens were already gone as the soldiers evacuating them. My dear Anna was safe with them; it was the only thing I thought about at this right moment. Then it was apocalypse, the barbarians were a lot, using brutal attacks against the guards and slashing the recruits one by one. I killed something like ten of them and I already was exhausted, my arms and legs felt heavy to me and my movements were slower. Bit by bit my energy leaved me and each attack I blocked was like a rock falling on my shield. My friends and partners were for the major part lying on the ground, a large wound across the body and blood tainting their clothes, armors and blade.
The snow was tainted with red; the cold air was making me freezing even with the adrenaline of battle. I slashed a massive barbarian on the shoulder but my hit was so full of despair that my sword stayed into the flesh, I was disarmed, and at the moment my enemy was going to end my days I fell a cold blade entering my back….
I took a look on my chest; the blade had touched my heart. Blood was tainting my clothes, coming out from the wound but also from my mouth. My own breathe was fool of this liquid, sticky and warm making each breath a torture. I fell on my knees, then on my side. The Walachians were living the wall, but the man… this hooded man took my own dagger and went away. I was too weak to say anything… I felt the life leaving me; it was like I was slowly floating across the sky. The snow was around me but I fell no cold but also no warm, I was insensible.
A sort of glowing hole opened itself in the sky, it was a warm light, it was where I was supposed to go and perhaps rest in peace, away from this world of war and conflicts. But fate is cruel, and I heard a voice as warm as a mother’s one calling from behind:
“Daeron, my sweet Daeron, come and see your mother.”
I didn’t hesitate; this voice was so kind, so warm for my soul. It was a woman but not a normal woman, she looked like a divinity. Her skin was as white as the snow, her hair, eyes and lips as dark as the shadows. Her body was perfection, covered by a long cloak with a hood. This cloak looks like it was made of dark feather with a bit of purple reflects. She continued to call me like I was her own child. The feeling of having a mother was so good, I slowly came to her and she stretches her hand to me:
“Take it Daeron, quick, we don’t have time”
I didn’t really care at the moment but the world around her was… different, darker than normal. I grabbed her hand and she smiled:
“You are mine now.”
A second after I fell like the entire world around was silent, and then I felt like I was cold, cold as ice or… death.
I felt all the pain of this world, one by one and it focused on my chest’s wound, where the stab took my life. When this pain finally stopped I thought I was becoming mad, but slowly the warm feeling of this woman entered me like sunshine and I slowly opened the eyes.
Chapter 2: My world:
I know this is going to sound strange but I don’t remember my name, or in fact my old one. But for now I’m sure you want to know more about me (or in fact that’s what I think) well I’m born in 645 and dead in 662 when I was seventeen. I’m born in the Fortress named Brandh but I never knew my parents, my family in law was a group of merchants selling our specialty, weapons and armor pieces.
Around Brandh there are a lot of mines where we Nohrdians found the most resistant metal of our time, the Brandhium. This metal could easily break iron and even steel, but this metal is rare and so extremely expensive making it our first commercial share and also our first cause of conflicts.
When I was sixteen my mother gave me a dagger made from Brandhian, I kept it a long time and trained to be able to use it in a fight. The first time I trained officially with Brandh’s guards I was able to use my sword as well as the guards themselves making me proud of myself and the other a bit jealous. There was only one person who had defeated me in a duel and this person is the one I was searching for a long time… Her name is Anna; she grew up in a hunter’s village near the mountains. Nohrdians’s hunters are well known for their abilities in fight and in survival. It is say that the young hunter has to survive one month in the Great-North, where the beasts are rare and the climate freezing as Death herself.
Anna and I became very good friends during the few weeks after we met. Time but also the context where we met brings us to love each other. She said: “I love you” during a cold night on the walls and for the first time I felt like I really had a family. The next day I was on the West ‘wall and Anna was helping the people to evacuate. It was the dawn and in front of us were the thousands of Walachians rushing on the walls of Brandh. This was the last Dawn I saw as a human.
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