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I thought I'd give writing a shot any post a short story. This story is designed really just to be a teaster and based on reaction to it I may or may not write more. Please leave feedback.
Jish shuddered, as he often did, and this shudder told him two things. Firstly, that there were two demons somewhere to his left, and that night was beginning to fall. He supressed another shiver, and began to speak soft, evil words. Gradually, as he continued speaking, a circle began to glow around his feet. He began to speak quicker, and he shot glances over his left shoulder, seeing if the demons had noticed the light. If they did see it, they would come crashing through the forest and more than likely devour his skin while he yet lived.
Jish's stopped speaking very suddenly, as if he had been punched in the chest. The light around him was now gone, in its place stood four small creatures, each one of them a ball of horns, flame and growls. Jish snapped his fingers smartly and each one of the creatues jumped to attention. He snapped his fingers again and they ran off to his left, skittering through the trees, and hopping over bushes. Jish strained his ears. For a moment all he could hear were insects chirpping, the small creatures running towards thier prey, and the ominous sound of the approaching night. As if on que, an enourmous bang and flash of fire came from Jish's left, scorching the trees and nearly knocking Jish over. He grinned and snapped his fingers once more silently commanding his creatures to return.
After nearly three minutes, Jish was growing impatient. None of his creatures had returned. There would be Hell to pay. Litterally. Sighing to himself, Jish once again began the summoning incantations and as before he stopped speaking abrubtly, but this time it was due to the blade being pressed against his throat. A voice behind him growled "Don't move human, and I may let you keep your head." Jish had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Honestly, assasins today, so cliche.
I liked this beginning. It really grabbed my interest. I want to kow who & what Jish is (I'm assuming some type of Warlock), what happened to his imps, etc. Keep up the good work.
Sorry for the delay in replies, but ive got about 30 min here so il write a bit more :D.
Jish could feel the assasin's heavy breathing against the side of his face. The assasin was scared, and Jish could smell it, but unfortunantly if he so much as twitched, his head would go rolling across the ground. Just as Jish was wondering what he could possibly do, the solution presented itself.
"I'm going to take this knife off your throat, but dont try anything. I have another blade a hairs width from the small of your back. A finger's width down the blade there is a bead of poison that will cause paralasys in about four seconds." Sure enough, the frightened assasin slowly took his dagger away from Jish's throat. Jish seized his opportunity.
The warlock threw his arms out and let out a cry that echoedback to him from the trees. The assasin dropped his daggers and threw his hands to his ears, trying to block out the terrifying howl. Jish breifly closed his eyes and began to focus everything he had into this next summon. A brief shadow quickly passed over his face and four, tall, black, towering figures stepped out of the darkness. Each one gripped the assasin, one on each arm, one around the neck, and one wrapped its massive hand around the top of his head.
"Now you're going to tell me why you are here." The assasin felt a chill pass through him as Jish spoke. His words were as smooth as silk and yet as deadly and cold as steel. They were more a hiss than acutal words.
Jish looked over at his captive and a small smile met his lips. He quickly supressed the grin and forced himself to remain stone faced. "Not going to talk? Oh, well see about that." He snapped his fingers and the shadowy figures tightened their grip. "Your going to tell me what happened to my imps, or my slaves will rip you limb from limb. Don't be afraid though, I won't let you die. Not yet." The assasin grimaced as the figures began to pull on his arms. The assasin doubted their strength at first, until one of his shoulders was pulled out of its socket.
"Stop! Please stop!" He started to whimper.
"Are you going to tell me what I want to know?"
The assasin pulled himself together and looked Jish right in the eyes. Even as he did so the warlock still saw defiance in those eyes. Extraordinary.
"We set a trap." He stopped suddenly and Jish's eyes flashed. "I knew you would be coming, so I lured the demons there and placed a goblin device under the soil. That was the blast that destroyed your imps."
"You acted alone?"
"Yes."
Jish snapped his finger and the figure on the assasin's right side ripped his arm clean off. The assasin cried out in pain. Jish looked at the wound and made a small gesture. A dark covering sprang from the flesh around the wound and wrapped it self over it, staunching the flow of blood. "W-why? I told you what you asked."
"No, you lied to me. We set a trap? Who is this we? Tell me!"
The assasin spat on the ground at Jish's feet and muttered a curse. His eyes began to glow with a bright, orange light. The light spread from the assasin's eyes to his head, and soon his entire body was glowing with the light. Jish cried out in anger and the four figures disapeared. The assasin's body litteraly exploded and a huge cloud of flame shot outward turning all the trees within two hundred yards, instantly to ash. At the nearby town, the blast woke its citizens from their slumber. One old man looked over towards the forest, then nodded his head and said a quick prayer for anyone in that blast. Nothing could have survived.
Not bad at all. I hope to see more. My only complaint is that your posts are kind of short (which isn't a major problem, really). I look forward to seeing how things develop.
thanks for all the feedback :D and sorry for the few errors and the shortness of the posts. unfortunantly i dont have any time to do any writing tonight but tommorow il probably go for an hour or so, if i can find the time.
Tinkor looked up at the night sky and let out a deep, satisfied, sigh. Another day's work well done. He stopped gazing at the stars, and began his trek towards his home again. The night was completly silent, even the goblin's footfalls were muffled by the white sand he walked on. As anyone who lived in the region could testify, night in Tanaris was peaceful. Usually.
As Tinkor came up to his home he abrubtly stopped walking. He took out of his pocket something vaugely resembeling a gold coin, and threw it towards the house. It made a small, quiet explosion of smoke and the ground beneath it began to tremble with a quiet rumble. The outline of a square could be seen in the sand where the coin was tossed. It began to shake more and more violently and then something even more unusual happened. A metal square, supported by four small metal columns. The square rose until it was just tall enough for Tinkor to stand inside. As soon as he had done so, the square began to sink back into the ground taking the goblin with it.
Though outside, the night was calm, serene and almost beatiful, the inside of Tinkor's house was just the opposite, and it broke his heart. His lifes work lay smashed into fragments before him. Bits of machines and artifacts lay scattered around the single room of his house. Tables were upturned, chairs broken into peices and scorch marks on the walls. All the gold Tinkor had ever spent was now wasted, but that was nothing compared to the time wasted. He had spent close to five decades making these machines, and now they were gone.
The goblin walked forward slowly and gingerly touched a peice of some bronze metal sticking out of one of the walls. As soon as he touched it, he drew his hand back sharply, as if he had been burned. He examined his fingers, then he examined the shard of metal more closely and he did something very unexpected. He began to laugh. Not the manical, insane laugh one might expect from a man who has lost everything he had, but a laugh full of mirth and relief. "Come out and show yourself M-". His last word was cut off by a huge hand, with long fingers and skin darker than the night outside, wrapping around his throat. From a shadowed corner, a man stepped into view. His robes were incredibly burned and his face and hands appeared slightly sunburned but other then that he appeared almost normal. But when he spoke, it made Tinkor wish he hadn't.
"Do not speak that name, goblin. Infact, do not speak at all. It will be I who does the talking for a change. Did you make this?" The shadowy man threw the remains of what have may been some sort of bomb infront of the goblin. Tinkor ran his eyes over it slowly and nodded once.
"Who did you sell it to. Speak." The man snapped his fingers.
"No one. It was stolen." The goblins voice sounded reasonably calm and the man apparently judged him to be telling the truth. He snapped his fingers again and the figure that had Tinkor by the neck released him and stood back.
"By whom?"
"How am I supposed to know? Honestly, call yourself a mage."
"Watch your tone with me goblin, or my friend behind you may get a bit...peckish."
"Really do we need all this goblin, mage formality? I mean we do know each others names."
"You knew my name, but names change with time, Tinkor. I'm now called Jish."
"Right..." The two stood and regarded each other for a moment in a somewhat awkward silence. "I'd be tickled pink if you could return my workshop to me." The goblin smiled at himself and wondered how much of his attitude the mage would take.
"Of course, how silly of me." Jish clapped his hands together and the air around the two filled with a dense haze, so that neither could see more than an inch infront of them. When the haze cleared Tinkor's workshop reappeared, as he remembered it, whole and undamaged.
"So what's with the bomb?"
"Some one cause it to explode when I was standing no more than a yard away."
"That explains the smell of bacon I suppose. How did you survive?"
"I used an old mage trick. One of my friends over there," he nodded towards the black figure that recently had held the goblins throat, "sacraficed itself to save me."
"What a pal."
"Quite. But enough talk. I need something from you. You're going to make me something...special."
"I've got what you need, buddy."
Jish walked over to a table and brushed aside some unfinished bombs, similar to the one that had nearly killed him. He drew a paper somewhere out of his robe and placed it on the table. He put his index finger in the middle of the page and from it spread lines, red as blood. When the lines had finished moving, Jish took the paper and handed it to the goblin.
"What is it?" Tinkor asked.
"A mana focuser of sorts."
"Shouldn't be too tough, I've built them before."
"Not like this."
Tinkor examined the plans more closely and as he did his eyes grew wide. "This is impossible" he breathed.
"Not impossible, but pretty close." Jish muttered.
"Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost you for me to even attempt this?!"
"I think the real question is do you know what I will do to you if you don't."
Tinkor sucked at his teeth and thought for a moment. Jish conjured a small flame around his hand and let it breifly scorch the table, to emphasize his point. For the second time tonight, Tinkor sighed deeply.
"Fine, I'll build your machine, to save my own life, but I do so with one request. When it's finished, destroy it, before it destroys you. I don't this world can stand to lose another gaurdian."
Many hours later, in the nearby inn, Jish rolled over and sighed in his sleep. He was dreaming about his past, remembering it unwillingly and being forced to relive his past exploits. In particular the unfortunate passing of his mother, and the hatching of his grand scheme, which hours before he had set into motion.
The house was dark and what few shadows there were, were tall and ominous. Despite it being late in the night Jish's younger self did not sleep. He couldn't possibly sleep over the noise coming from the basement. He had rarely slept more than a few hours each night for the past six years, and now he had decided it was time to do something about it.
Jish slammed open the door of his room, the bang ringing through the house. The noise in the basement breifly paused, then the snarling and yelling resumed. Jish crossed the hall and went into what used to be his parents room. The bed empty, as it had been for many years. Jish's father had left when it had happened, and his mother was sick. Very sick. Jish walked into the back corner of the room and took off the wall a silver sword.
Jish walked down the stairs and opened the door to the basement. The yelling and snarling was almost unbearably loud now. Jish walked down the stairs slowly, dragging the heavy sword with each step. When he reached the bottom he looked around. Two torches sat lit on the wall nearest to him, and they cast light about the room. The basement was completly empty except for one thing. That thing was chained by the wrists to the far wall, and it was currently yelling at the top of its lungs. The thing in question was Jish's mother. Or at least it used to be.
"Let me out you sorry little bastard!" she yelled. Jish made no reply. She lowered her voice almost to a whisper. "These chains, they burn my arms, please let me go! I'm your mother! LET ME OUT!" She began to pull against the chains again and again, so hard that her wrists began to bleed.
Years ago, Jish's mother was a beautiful woman. She had long brown hair, and a smile that could light a match at fifty paces. Her eyes were dark brown and deep, like pools of chocolate. Now she had little to no hair left, and her skin had taken a green tinge. The bones of her left forarm now stuck out of the skin and she had no flesh over her ribs, the white bones almost seemed to glow in the torch light. Her clothing was torn and tattered and covered in blood.
Jish took a step towards his mother and raised the sword he had brought.
"You can't kill me, I'm your mother! Please don't kill me Jish, I love you." She said all of this very sympathetically and then suddenly began to scream.
"Let me out! Release me and I'll make your death quick!"
Jish took out of his pocket a small glass vial and poured the clear liquid from it all over the blade. His mother began to laugh.
"Holy water? What are you going to do with that? Mop the floor?"
Jish raised the sword above his head to strike and suddenly his mother went silent. She went completly limp and spoke to Jish with her head down, so he couldn't see her face.
"Jish? Where am I? Why am I chained up?" She sounded frightened.
"Mom?" Jish managed to sob.
"Yes its me, sweety. Let me down and we can be a family again." Jish lowered his sword and took a step towards his chained mother. She suddenly sprang to life and lunged at him, trying to swipe at his throat. Jish jerked back and brought the sword up, stabbing it through where his mothers heart would have been. As the sword plunged intot he flesh, steam and smoke rose and a smell like cooking meat. Jish's mother cried out in pain and Jish yanked the sword out of her.
She looked around as though seeing the world for the first time. When her eyes ran over Jish she smiled the first genuine smile she had in years. "Thank you," she whispered. Her body began to turn black, like charcoal, around the edges and flakes of skin began to fall off. "Thank you," she said once more and then she crumbled into dust.
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