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Reposting of "The Shadow"
This time it is spell cheaked and stuff...
The sections are not big enough to really be chapters, so i'm just calling them sections.
Formerly each one of these would have been it's own post.
EDIT: the reason I am reposting this is because on the other posts I lost the edit buttons...
I also made some fine changes.
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-section1 - The Ambush
The day was as peaceful as it could be, Rakliti was walking peacefully next to a cliff in the Barrens, pondering what he would do with the seven hundred gold that he looted off that orc he had come across earlier... Speaking of, he wouldn't want to walk into town with his sword covered in orc blood.
Raklitti bent down to wipe the blade off in the grass, but as he was bent down, he thought he heard a rock fall... he looked at the boulders at the base of the cliff to his right, and turned around to look behind him.
And he felt an arrow go into his side.
Ignoring the searing pain, he got up and was ready for the attacker to show their face.
An attacker came at him from his left, and he just hardly managed to block his swing - but the attacker had had his sword knocked out of his hands, and Raklitti took the chance to remove the attackers head with one cleaving blow.
Right in front of him was an archer, and he charged at it, this time the arrow simply bounced off his armor.
The archer ran, and Raklitti chased him. As Raklitti was running through the boulder fields, out of nowhere a blade cut right through his armor and into his fleash, tearing as it did so. He was grabbed from behind, and he felt the cold of steel on his neck.
A voice said "Just come with us, or we will have to kill you"
They blindfolded him and gagged him, they tied his feet and hands together, and dragged him across the ground by his feet. He had heard at least six different voices.
A while later, after seemingly being dragged into a cave, someone pulled out his gag, and poured a large amount of a foul liquid into his mouth, And Raklitti passed out seconds later.
Unknown to him, the people that did this were rebels.
The rebels tied Raklitti up and left him out in the searing sun to die. They took everything but his pants, and even those they considered.
The rebels took his gold, his custom made (solid thorium) plate armor, his gilded dark iron chain mail underneath, his swords, his axe, his crossbow, and even ?his shirt?
Some time later Raklitti woke up on a soft bed. He looked around, he was in some sort of building. There was an oak door across the room from him, and a wooden staircase winding up the round room. There were also a large selection of weapons, armors, bows and magical objects on the walls. It was very painful to sit up, so he decided to lay back down - wherever he was, it was friendly apparently.
A while later he was awoken by a man. This man clearly was about ten years older than Raklitti. The man said "what an interesting way to spend your twenty fourth birthday, isn't it?
Before you even ask, I watched them dragging you out into the middle of the field down there from up here in my tower, and once they were gone I brought you up here."
Raklitti, determined to get a better look at him, stood up to get a good look at the man, despite that it hurt everything in his body that could hurt, and then some, to do so. He immediately recognized him, this was varathi, leader of the forsaken knights...
Raklitti, his eyes watering from the pain of standing, mumbled" Your varathi, I can't be seen with you... if I was caught with a forsaken knight I would be about as welcome in any human city as an orc."
Varathi simply replied by saying "would you rather I'd have left you to die? Obviously not - "
He was cut short by the hiss of an orb hanging on the wall, as it turned from the emerald green it had been to glowing to a brightly glowing blood red with a loud hissing noise.
-section2 - The barrier
The hissing noise was like nails driving into Raklitti's head... He fell onto his knees, Varathi cast something on it to stop the hissing, but it still glowed..
With unpredicted strength, he picked up Raklitti and carried him up the stairs, to half way up the tower and set him down on the landing..
Seven or eight guards came bursting through the door suddenly, one of them was tall enough to be mistaken for a small giant, Varathi simply, pointing at 6 of them, said "Go close the gate, ok?" The guards climbed down the stairs and went through the door, which was a shortcut to the gate. He also told the other two guards to show Raklitti the way to the royal guest chambers.
Raklitti went through the door, across a short bridge, through a short tunnel, to the right through another door, up a fairly steep road on the outside of a keep built into the mountains, and finally through an open steel gate (which he figured was the second). A short while after being escorted through an underground city (full of humans, he noticed) and into a palace, half underground, half not underground, and was taken to a room with a highly comfortable looking bed in it...
After Raklitti sat down on the bed, the tall guard spoke, saying "You should probably stay here while we handle this.", and before Raklitti could ask what was going on, both of the guards were gone.
It's a good thing he didn't know what was going on.
The fortress had a series of magical crystals set in it, and the crystals indicated if any enemies knew where they were: they glowed green if none knew, yellow if a neutral force knew, orange if a non-dangerous enemy knew, and blood red if a dangerous enemy knew. This simple detection system had turned out to be far more reliable than any scout.
A few days afterwards Raklitti was back at relatively full health, and was browsing through the massive library in the city.
He found a particularly interesting section in an ancient book titled The Formation of the Forsaken Knights
...two and a half thousand years had passed in a sturdy peace after the burning legion had been beaten back for the final time, and the peace, witch had been so full that an ogre could walk into the dwarven capitol of Iornforge. The orcs, who had so long had been livening in their canyon-city, for some unknown reason, fled the city. There had already been raining peace, and the orges were welcome in the alliance cities, witch made the peace even stronger.
And then, for an unknown reason, the peace vanished in just a few years. Another great war broke out, of witch little records remain. What is known is that the orcs were nearly wiped out, but not fully...
Several years passed, and peace had returned, humans and dwarves controlled the entire southern half of the east lands, and isolated arias in the northern region. There was a short war with the undead in witch little land changed hands.
In the eastern lands peace came once again, but -
At this point there were several pages missing from the musty book.
- ...after the wars the kingdoms of man split into many, many small kingdoms, and the forsaken knights remained in their mountain fortress, waiting to reunite the kingdoms of man.
A few hours later, Varathi came, stating that Raklitti had to be ready to help fight at any moment, and then he left quickly.
Raklitti, seeking answers, asked a guard where he could find him. The guard pointed him to the upper palace. He followed the road underground for some time, torches lighting the way. Finally, after a sharp right turn the road emerged into sunlight, with massive walls rising on either side, and forward a steep path leading to a large pair of massive open steel doors. The path continued upwards, off his left side he could see over the stone rail the massive wastes of the barrens, and the sea to the east beyond, a high wall on the right side the whole way up. He continued upwards and through another gate into the main city. Apparently the underground city was only for the guards and the guard's families - and this upper city, was, well everything else. It was fairly obvious where the main road was, but it wound up and through the city, through gate numbers 5 and 6, and to an open, round courtyard. The crescent-moon shaped keep around 3 sides and open air with a great view of the city and the barrens with the sea beyond out the east.
Raklitti entered the palace, where one of the guards right by the entrance was that tall guard he had seen before. He continued straight through the main hall into the throne room (which had an outrageous amount of gold plaiting and silver trim on everything), and a guard pointed him to a door on his right. This led him to a less decorated hallway, with only one door at the end. He entered, and found that varathi was sitting in a chair waiting for him. Varathi simply explained that he had seen Raklitti coming in his scrying pool, pointing to his right. There was a large stone basin set into the floor, with a cloudy green clear fluid in it, and Raklitti swore he could have seen flashes of images in it. Behind Varathi was a large stone table with a scale model of the fortress built on it.
He said, smiling, "Interesting you should notice that model. Oh, before you ask, it is used to plan defenses."
Raklitti asked, "why do you bother? this city seems impenetrable! I haven't noticed a single weakness as of yet."
That was met with a quick response."Yet, if we do not try to defend it, the enemy will simply walk right in. The south wall can be attacked, it would not be easy but it could be done with a large enough force, and as you know most of the kingdoms are scattered and fighting with themselves, this fortress is the only thing stopping an orc invasion from the north.
They have become bloodthirsty again and want revenge for nearly having been wiped out. We can't let there vile plans continue -
This fortress looks like an untouched mountain to the untrained eye, a magical barrier renders it invisible unless you already know it is here. So the orcs know this fortress exists, but they do not know where it is to find it - or they didn't. Now that is our problem."
Raklitti asked, wondering many things, "Who attacked me, and what was the foul fluid that they poured into my mouth?"
Varathi stopped smiling.
"Those were men-orcs, some time ago the races crossed, and that mix of races has lived for ages in the most foul places of Azeroth. The poison they poured down your throat is the Drought of Death, it should have killed you in seconds, why, and how you lived I have not even a hint of an idea.
"And before you can ask, the orcs have discovered a foul magic that exposes our city to everything. It is no longer hidden."
Raklitti began to state, "and THAT, is -"
"-very bad." varathi finished for him. "I get the feeling that the Shadow is attempting to force itself back into this world.
-section3 - Orge Raid
Two days after this meeting Raklitti, who had been aimlessly wandering around the city, was summoned to Varathi's chambers...
"Raklitti, I am going to give you a special mission to do," Varathi was saying, "I want you to take a small group of our best solders and raid the nearest orc - man village. We are short on weapons, and could use any we might get. I want you to bring anything of value back here. And heck, they might just have the stuff you lost. I know this may seem foolish, starting a conflict right after they have found our base, but our defenses should be able to hold practically forever should they launch an attack."
Half an hour later, and down by the first gate, Raklitti and 19 elate guards were ready. The portcullis was raised and the gate opened, and they began to walk down the road along the cliffs.
For two hours they walked, and the sun was beginning to set. They came to the ridge with the enemy village under it, and began to sneak down the slope.
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In the orc-man village, the raiding party had just returned with several boars killed, and lots of gold and arms looted. All they wanted was a break.
The chieftain, huragh, was just sitting down to eat a raw boar's leg when someone bursted in, saying the village was under attack.
With a grunt he grabbed his axe and walked outside. What he found surprised him. Nearly all of his 72 fighters were dead, and he had only 8 of his archers left whole, and there were just 6 of the humans laying on the ground (and not moving)
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Raklitti noticed the chieftain walk out of his tent, axe raised. With a look of shock and anger on his face, he charged straight at them. The guard straight to his right took an arrow in the neck, just as the archer who had shot it had his head liberated from his body, splattering blood on the white skin tent behind him.
The chieftain, who had just finished dismembering 2 guards in a rather discussing way, set his eyes on Raklitti.
At that moment, Raklitti realized that orc-man had been the one who poured the death potion down his throat.
A while later, after dispatching of all the orcs and loading up the loot into containers, Raklitti and the guards began to head back. By this time it was fully dark, but they made it back without anything happening.
Back in the palace they were going through the loot, and, as expected, ALL of Raklitti's stuff was found in there.
And now that the orcs knew that they were ready for them, this is where things would become interesting.
Last edited by Mysticknight; 13-09-2006 at 11:51 PM..
Reason: forgot to mention....
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