Story Telling nights in Seridia

[ssjgohan]

Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world. A scent of

great disaster created by an evil magician.

The scent wakes up the most evil side of men. If this scent would be brought into the world,

probably noone could stop what will happen, the destruction of the world!

The magician had not released it yet, as he was still testing the effects. The king of the

good world of Eternal Lands, Entropy, has caught word of the danger.

He called together all of the strongest and wisest knights in Seridia and Irilion, hoping

for a chance to fight and defeat their strong opponent.

After a few days King Entropy had assembled a great army,and he send out scouts to the castle, to search the area for information on the castle.

He had told them to return after 2 days, yet none of them returned and he and his army,

named the Great Forces, headed out to attack the foe.

As they arrived on the spot, they heard of some villagers that all of the scouts were found

and captured. And were now used for the testing of the magicians scent.

Entropy decided not to attack yet, but to build up their camp first and find secret

entrances to the castle and strategic points of interest.

The next day, the camp was built, everyone was ready for battle. Entropy assembled his

generals: DonPedro, Dragonsyoung, Nitager, Argian and Rogue.

They discussed the attack and soon they were ready to launch the attack on the castle. They

ordered the troops to move in. But they soon found out there was a little problem.

It seemed that the magician was almost done with his experiments, so they hurried up but

there was a trap. With every step monsters appeared.

With every step the warriors got further, the monsters changed shapes and grew stronger. The

battle was harsh and long, and by the late afternoon the Great Forces had won.

Or so they thought, as all the sudden they saw something strange happening in the village

behind them. It seemed some goblins snuck up behind and scattered the scent in there!

The villagers armed themselves to attack the Great Forces, while the goblins went to visit

even more villages.

Entropy was in trouble, he couldn't let his Forces kill his own people! He send out a squad

to kill the goblins and make sure no more people got infected.

Another squad had to storm the castle. While others had to fend off the villagers and best

by not killing them but just by beating them away.

After a long search the Goblin Squad was able to find and destroy the goblins. The squad

that fought the villagers were able to succesfully fend off every attack.

But what about the people inside the castle? They are having a hard time fighting summons..

And the castle is like a maze! How will they ever get to the magician?

Then a smart soldier, found a building plan of the castle, they were sure to find the

magician more easily now.

After 2 hours they at last found him, they wanted to attack, but again, he started summoning

monsters everywhere.

After an hour or 3 of battle they at last won and Donpedro who tagged along inside the

castle stormed the magician.

As he was to strike him, the magician vanished.. 'Teleport' mumbled DonPedro. But the danger

was gone. They destroyed the scent of the magician.

They burned the castle and returned home. And the Eternal Lands were saved.

For now.

[clephptahre]

Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world...

 

A young woman was hurrying home so she would reach the safety and warmth of her house before the coming storm would

break in it's full viciousness. It was a magical storm, unleashed through the power of the angered, disobeyed gods.

 

She pulled her fur cloak tighter around her, the wind was swiftly becoming colder and more harsh.

She might not make it home in time...

 

There she heard a noise behind her, a loud groaning she couldn't place.

 

Would she look or hurry on home? Kindhearted as she was she decided to see if there was anyone in need of help.

 

She walked in the direction of the sound. A shape was slowly becoming visible to her.

She couldn't quite make out what it was.

 

She slowly, carefully, walked closer saying "hello? anyone there?" a figure moved.

 

"You came to see about an old traveller young lady?" she heard a screeching voice say. She got scared.

 

"Uhm yes, I heard a noise and though noone should be stuck out here in this weather" she replied.

 

"Thank you young lady, but i am very well capable of taking care of myself, the noise you heard was the sound of this

here bear dying to my blade." She saw he was an old man, but very vital looking "But for being so kind as to

come look I will use my skills to teleport you to your home and safety instantly if you wish"

She gladly accepted and thus she came home before the storm hit it's full potential.

 

Many less fortunate wanderers lost their lives or their minds that unfortunate night...

 

The young woman would never know she was saved by the god of magic himself, for she was destined for greatness someday.

[Vanyel]

Story of nm88:

 

Wind howled through the night , carrying a scent that would change the world. Villagers gather round to hear our tales of daring fights and maddens who bring death. But never such as these tales were there ever one that told of bandit of souls. No one could this thief, but all knew that he was there. Ever did he keep a watch full eye upon the slow and meek. The bandit came in a flash of yellow drawing fear into one’s eyes. He would not take your sword and could not except your gold. He only stole your soul and left your pockets full. No one knows why, but they call him the Grue.

The End

[samuraj]

Wind howled through the night, carrying the scent that would change the world...

 

As bright stars high on sky, some unussual lights was roaming beneath them, on the land.

 

Althought he had a torch, a tired man was still in a dark, hurrying up to the lights in the distant...

 

He had nor sword nor axe, only that torch who was burning realy fast, casting shadows on the dark road.

 

The road seemed really long, althought he walked there many times before, while he was younger...stronger...

 

But there wasnt time to think about past, he had to get to the lights...

 

He was coming near to the lights, and the light was coming near to him. With no sounds, he threw away the torch. It wasnt of use to him anymore...

 

The bright lights covered him, and burning on his body. Red became yellow, and yellow became gold, and so on in circles...

 

The scent of power was near. Near to the old man...

 

He felt no pain. He felt nothing, and closed his eyes...

 

Tommorow, when the night became day, the guards of White Stone City founded a body. Dark, more like ash, remains of body.

 

Wind howled down the road, and ash flew in the air,.. higher and higher, to the stars,.. to the eternity.

[Dunian]

Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world...

 

'Twas the scent of death!

 

It came from a figure, walking in front of a column of warriors. It was shrouded in a cloak of darkness. All that could be seen was its eyes, twin globes of fire.

 

The Lord Xartan had returned! A mighty necromancer of old, he had returned to reek vengeance those who had slain him.

 

'Mighty Heros'. Ha! They had not been mighty enough to rise from the dead as he had! Only one of them still remained...

 

...The only man that Xartan feared! But he was one... and Xartan had many behind him.

 

The three columns of skeletons, armed with blades forged in the deeps of the earth, marched behind him. They knew not fear, and they knew not defeat. But they knew death.

 

Xartan pulled back his hood and laughed, his eyes casting a weird light throughout the night.

 

His instincts led him into a valley. A stone stood in the middle, upon it was a bone from a long dead dragon, radiating with a soft magic.

 

Then he saw him. A lone man dressed in white, standing down the path. His hair was snow white, but his grip upon his staff was still strong.

 

Xartan pulled his blade from under his cloak and let forth his challenge. "Hail, fool! What hope do you have?

 

"It is written on the stones of doom that you shall not see the light of the next day! Run!"

 

No sound was heard, other than the clanking of the skeletons' armor. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the old man spoke...

 

His voice was quiet as the wind, and as strong as a mountain. "Of my fate I know well, Xartan, but though I shall not see the morning break... neither shall you."

 

His staff crashed down upon the hard cold ground, opening a chasm that was deeper than the underworld. The army of skeletons screamed as they fell into the depths.

 

The old man and the necromancer followed. Each with his sword pushed through the other.

 

As the day broke, the crack closed. Many long years have passed, and now some doubt the truth of this legend.

 

The land where they fought has long since turned to desert, but sometimes, in the night, you can still smell the scent of death in that valley...

 

...The valley of Mortos.

 

The End.

 

 

Edit: Screenie: http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4259/ss23b7ze.jpg

Edited November 12, 2005 by Dunian

[Vanyel]

LighWolf story:

Wind howled though the night, carrying the scent that would change the world...

 

It was raining. The wind twirled the rain about the dark towers of the old castle, trying in vain to find a way inside. The rain pelted against a window that was where a small arrow slit once was. The men inside the large room barely paid heed to it. That is, all except one man.

 

The man was large, even sitting in a chair. He was large, not in the way of being chubby, but in simple size. If he were standing, he would tower about all those who sat at the table around him. His shoulders were broad, clearly showing the work that had been wrung out of them. His hands seemed to suddenly appear out of a long flowing dark cloak. From his waist down was obscured by the table, but by looking at his torso, even covered with the cloak, one could guess as to his over-all build.

 

He sighed as he looked at the window where the rain fought against the glass, then turned his attention to the men sitting around him, who were arguing about something else now.

 

“Please be quiet.†The man said in a small reasonable voice. Predictably, the debate went on.

 

He sighed then looked to his left where a dwarf sat. The dwarf stood up and roared “Silence!â€

 

The room fell silent, the rain echoing thought-out the room. The dwarf was motioned to sit down, and once he sat, the dark man again stood.

 

“Friends, let us not sit here and mindlessly debate. There is a kingdom to over-throw. We know that the barbarians of Serdia have sent their agents to us. This castle is secure, but we must hurry with our discussion. Junix, how are you going to get our troops inside the enemy’s castle?â€

 

A tall, wiry elf stood up, his pointed ears almost touching the wooden beam above.

 

“Sir, I have personally paid for one of the castles guards to open a trap door for us. For a measly sum of 3,000 gold coins, and the promise that he will live, he has provided us with the location, and the willingness to open the door. He will be ready tomorrow night.†the elf gave a cold, half smile. Then bowed to the dark man as he sat down.

 

The dark man started to speak, but was interrupted by a small gnome rushing to him. The gnome whispered in the mans ear. The man’s face grew dark, then furious. By the time the gnome was done, his face looked like the dark clouds outside.

 

He stood up slowly then said in a dark, cold voice. “To arms my friends. The enemies are upon us.â€

 

He drew the titanium long sword at his waist, and headed to the door. The other occupants of the room drew their collective weapons as well, and then followed their leader out.

 

The dark man was almost to the door, when it burst open, the door turning to splinters in front of his eyes. Though the shattered remains of the door stepped in two elves, a human and a huge dwarf. The elves had swords drawn and to the ready, the human a mighty titanium battle ax, and the dwarf with a huge war hammer.

 

One of the elves gestured to his comp ions, he himself striding to the dark man. Their swords met with a clash, sparks flying in all directions. Neither paid attention to their surroundings, only concentrated on their dread enemy. The battle waged on in the small room, the human was felled, then the elf. The dwarf took a mortal wound to his side, but in his last act of living, smashed the head of the one remaining opponent aside from the mysterious dark man. The dwarf then fell.

 

The elf and the dark man hadn’t paid attention to their surroundings until this point. The elf, seeing his companions dead around him, flew into a rage, striking the other mans sword with such force that both swords broke. The elf flew at the other man, using fists and feet to force him to the window. With one last mighty kick, the dark man flew out the window. But, before he was fully gone, he grabbed the foot of his attacker.

 

Both men fell out the window, falling down a dark chasm, never to be seen again. Some say that they are still fighting, others say that the elf won, and he walks the lands, bringing with him justice. Others say that the dark man won, and he is walking the lands, bringing death and decay with him.

All that is really sure is these are perilous times, a time when a sword is best at ones side, and a time when a stout lock is more valuable then gold.

[Vanyel]

Hephaistion's story:

Thank you great people of seridia..

i have to come tell yee of the exploits of two brave warriors of light.

Because of these people you sit and stand here with your ale and stories.

dear people.. listen to mys tory and think of all you take for granted.. let me begin.

the Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.

All elves could feel mother nature, for she was pissed.

The dwarves knew what was coming for the cave walls began to crumble.

The deer retreated into the woods as well did the rest of the wildlife for they sensed their creeping doom.

Despite the terror that filled the minds of all Seridians,

but two men would rise to combat this ancient evil that plagues this land.

A warrior of great valor, courage and dignity rose.. the Great Daldora.

and Wielding her crystal staff, a mighty mage too would fight, the All powerful Sacha Marquise.

The two friends set out to find the source of this morbid death.

Together they left Isla Prima, their home town..

for days they sailed, enduring storms and beast and foul creatures of which cannot be named.

The journey was already proving tough, but they pressed on until they reached the Great city of White Stone!

As soon as they reached the city they could see the effects of this dark creation from Hell.

The adventurers waded through the rotting bodies of the plagued that lay in the streets,

evaded the possessed demons that were once dear rabbits.

As they reached the back of the city they had spotted a scene of grotesque proportions.

A being, larger than the great temples blcoked their path.

Clenching their weapons they lunged forward at the beast.

As Daldora the Great attacked the Monster Sacha blasted it with her spells of the holy light.

The Beast disliked the holy powers from the heavens and retaliated with his claws of the black death.

the great daldora's armor could only ednure so much before the warrior became battered and bloodied.

Sacha saw her defeated friend, the pain and anger began to grow as her wrath strengthened her power and spells.

With her mighty power she sent her most powerful spell at the beast not even scratching it.

The beast leaned forward and devoured sacha in its mighty fangs.

Daldora, using his final strength saw what only the gods could have seen, the the Crystal Dragon's Eye.

Grabbing his sword, he launches it into the cyrstal, shattering that which created the monster.

The beast was surrounded by a light of which was darker than dark but blinded those around.

The beast began to shrink, the monster of the black death was but a mere white rabbit.

The skies opened from its dark canopy of death and those who ahd died were resurcted by the power of the Draon Eye crystal.

The great daldora returned to his land of Isla Prima and was rewarded by the people.

With cheers

and gold

and the beautiful women.

Sacha too got praise but for the sake of the continent of seridia, she sacrificed herself.

and the people of seridia roam free and safe from the monsters of the black pits of hell.

[BellX1]

damn, ive missed 2 story comps! at least i came joint first in first one though

[ssjgohan]

i came in second.. i guess thats not bad for a first-timer