Short stories

[Lesthar]

This is my first attemt at writing a fan fic, so take it easy on me :wink:

It's a short story about two characters, more of a snap shot taken from a larger story, im working on the rest of it now, so any comments or criticism as long as they're constructive I'd appreciate it.

It's about a Paladin named Lesthar, a young man, and still in training, and his best friend / mentor, a Preist named Father Millius.

I'm probably gonna write some background to them next, so that might help flesh them out a bit.

Hope you like it anyway.

Demons and Desolation (part 1)

“Demons,” muttered Lesthar, “Wonderful.”
“Oh come now,” said Father Millius with a grin, “surely you should be thanking me for a chance to do the Lights work.”
Lesthar looked sideways at his escort on this mission. Easily thirty five years his senior, Father Millius was fast approaching fifty five, but with the energy and humour the old man carried you’d think he was half that.
Lesthar grinned back, “C’mon then, let’s get them.”

They had come to the aptly named Desolace after a couple of strange reports had arrived in Stormwind. Both from the Captain of the Guard at Nijel’s Point, one described how a patrol to the Southern region had gone missing only to be discovered later, completely crushed near the entranced to the point. The other regarding sets of unrecognisable tracks that had prompted the extended patrol. Though dismissed by the nobles and the upper echelons of the church (“Too busy playing politics,” as Father Millius would say), the good father had realised what it may mean and had selected Lesthar to help.

Lesthar’s mind snapped to as he ran towards the nearest demon. As he un-holstered his double handed axe he heard Father Millius shout a word of prayer and Lesthar instantly felt a strength running through him. He smiled to himself, anyone who thought priests stayed in a church and were useless had never seen the Father in action he’d rather have the old man at his back than any five soldiers. Now within range of the monster Lesthar realised just how much of an aberration the creature really was. It stayed low to the ground and on all fours, it seemed almost like a dog but for the horns, easily a metre and a half in length and sprouting from the beast’s mouth they were the most off putting feature to Lesthar’s mind.
“A Hellhound,” he thought sardonically even as he buried the axe in the things back. Sensing heat to one side Lesthar spun on the spot, ripping the blade free and following through with the swing, decapitating a small imp like creature who had started creating a fire ball around its bony hand.
“Remember your studies!” shouted Father Millius as Lesthar was forced to duck as another Hellhound leaped towards him. Crouching and turning to follow the monster, he grimaced in displeasure; he never had been the best at the Holy stuff. Standing and striding towards the hound Lesthar touched a waxy seal around his neck and whispered a short prayer, all the while squashing the fear of what might happen if he couldn’t get this to work. Suddenly the axe glowed with light and he felt a surge of relief even as he hacked through the demons form, he’d got it to work!
“Well done my son! Well done indeed!”
Lesthar turned to see Father Millius putting his wand away in his robes, a huge smile playing across his face. The rest of the enemy was either rapidly dissolving at their feet, or had turned tail and fled.
“I knew I was right to bring you on this journey!” he continued walking over to Lesthar’s side.
“Maybe,” answered Lesthar, “But we’re not finished yet. None of those things could’ve done the damage described in the reports, there’s got to be something else around.”
Father Millius looked at him appraisingly,
“True, quite true.” Then he smiled “So what do you think we should do now?”

[arcamedes]

hmmm. Though it was short, it has promise to be a good story. No major grammatical errors as I can see just scanning over it. I look forward to seeing what you can add to this.

[Lesthar]

Part 2
Lesthar looked thoughtful for a second.
“We keep heading South, I think these were a sentry posted after the patrol that came this way.”
“I agree,” said Father Millius nodding, “Be alert though, some of the beasts escaped, it would be safe to assume we’re now expected.”
Lesthar nodded and then, sheathing his axe turned to follow Father Millius.
The pair travelled in silence for a time, and although he found it unusual it gave him the time to study the landscape.
The road they travelled on, if it could be called that, was surrounded by a seemingly limitless plain of rock ash. Mounds comprising of both could be seen dotted about and giant reptiles wandered the landscape scavenging from corpses or hunting the smaller scorpion creatures that seemed to patrol the mounds for some reason.
As he watched one of the reptiles, a massive creature, easily four metres in length and powerfully built; charged a scorpion, crushing its carapace with its jaws and found a meal.
Passing a crossroads Lesthar noticed a hut on the horizon, Father Millius spoke before he could question however.
“We’re heading for that hut Les, we’ll gather more information there, then decide what to do from there.”
“Who’s there?” Quizzed Lesthar, “The hut looks almost, Orcish?”
Father Millius smiled, but shook his head, “No, not quite, they’re Goblins; Cork Gizelton there owes me a favour.”
“Are they trust worthy?”
At this the Father gave a short sharp laugh, “Ha! Yes, but not in the way you mean. They can be trusted to always act in their own best interests, be it financially or personally, and with demons running loose around here I’d guess their prophets are being eaten into.”
As they further approached the hut Lesthar saw that a small figure had emerged. Standing at about half his height, the goblin had slightly odd length limbs, the legs being slightly short, the arms over long, hanging almost to its knees. With the deep forest green skin, from its feet to the overly large, pointed ears placed on the very top of its head, Lesthar felt an immediate and ingrained prejudice against this creature. It was too much like an Orc for his liking.
“Brother Antony!” came the goblin’s high pitched squeak, “So good to see you! And welcome young master Paladin!”
“Cork my dear goblin; I could say the same about you!” Father Millius replied with a warm and jovial voice, “I do hope you’ve been well.”
“Oh can’t complain,” said Cork, “The Kodo ivory my partners and I have been transporting from the South has been quite lucrative. Actually, as you’re here, I don’t suppose I could persuade you to perform a small task for me?” He added hopefully.
“Sorry Cork,” Father Millius said, “but Lesthar and I are already on a mission here. We’re investigating a couple of odd reports that have reached Stormwind and we’ve already had to deal with a demon pack to get this far.”
“Demons?!” squeaked Cork, suddenly terrified, “And to think I’ve been worried about the Centaur!”
“So you don’t know anything?” Lesthar interjected suddenly, getting irritated by how long this was taking.
Cork turned to him, still looking worried, “No, I don’t, but my cousin might, he runs the depot to the South. Tell you what, my convoys have been getting hit by one of the centaur clans and I could do with some help defending it. You help me get it to my cousin and I’ll make sure he tells you everything he knows about this.”
“Deal.” Replied Father Millius, “but it’ll have to leave soon, we need to deal with this fast.”
“Not a problem,” Cork said smiling, “the next shipment will be ready to go in two hours.”