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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 16:40:49 GMT -5
This is my story, Journey of an Elf. Its been mediocre-succesful on the Gamespot/faqs board, so I deceided to try my luck here.
I have to change the first part from 1st to 3rd person, cause thats what I did on the other boards. Should be up in about 5m inutes, and I really look forward to some feedback.
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Post by DEATH97 on Sept 27, 2006 16:42:21 GMT -5
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 16:56:35 GMT -5
I hope that if you guys like, I'll rally up some Karma. Its currently 11 pages. Each post will contain a page, hopefully. Also, if the rponouns don't agree with the verbs, it was a hasty translation from 1st person, so I apologize. Its not to violent until the last page, but I swear it picks up.
A ghost of a smile crossed Vin’s lips as he pulled his sword from its sheath. The rasp of metal and metal was a lullaby to his ears, a sound most comforting. Slowly sidestepping, he examined his opponent. The old elf looked back at the younger with similar intensity. Concentrating, the agile youth assessed what he knew about the graceful man- He was old, that was obvious from his appearance. What his appearance didn’t give away was his strength, his complete mastery of the blade. Vin knew that to best Kanest, the camp’s BladeMaster, he would have to fight his very best.
Keeping his gaze on the man, Vin began to recall his arrival at the Camp he currently resided at. It had been 7 long years ago that he first arrived there. Young, but not useless, he had wanted nothing more in the world that to become a master of the blade. He remembered how the warriors there had taken him in, training him as one of their own. How quickly he rose through their ranks, becoming a fearsome opponent- strong as a Nord, agile as a Kajit, Graceful as the elf he was. He though of, how just last week, Vin was given the opportunity he had trained for, for the last 7 years of his life.
He was given the opportunity to duel the BladeMaster, and complete his studies as carrier of the Blade. He begin to recall his elat- Lost in his thoughts, Vin didn’t realize that the old elf had begun to attack. It was through sheer reaction that he raised his gleaming silver blade up in time to block his onslaught.
Ripped from his thoughts, Vin concentrated on the situation at hand- How to effectively disarm, and defeat the BladeMaster. Parrying another one of Kanest’s attacks, Vin started his offence. Twirling his blade around, the elf whipped its point towards the elder’s midriff. Moving faster that he would’ve thought possible, the old elf blocked Vin’s attack, spinning the points of their blades over theirs heads, and jabbed at Vin’s neck. Ducking, he twisted clockwise, the flat of his blade touching the dirt floor. Using the torque he had built up, Vin spin upright, smashing Kanest’s blade away.
The fearsome battle continued in this manner for many minutes. It continued onward, minutes melting away to hours. As the duel progressed, Vin felt a change in the momentum. The old elf was a master of the blade, true, but he was younger. Vin’s endurance was seemingly higher, as he could feel Kanest wearing down.
Suddenly, at a moment of opportunity, he swung his blade ferociously at Kanest’s hilt. His Golden blade, gleaming in the twilight, flew out of his hand. With precision and incredible speed, Vin grabbed his blade out of the air. Raising the twin blades through Kanest’s still outstretched arms, he smash each of the elf’s wrists with the side of either blade. Vin heard a crack, knowing the bones had split.
Victory in the air, Vin leaped over the elf, flipping and rotating in mid-air. Landing behind him, Vin hit him in the back of the knees with the flats of the blades. The old man sighed, falling to his knees. Vin placed the point of each blade on his neck; Vin’s right blade of his left side, his left blade on Kanest’s right. Vin was victorious.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 16:59:33 GMT -5
Relaxing his muscles, Vin let the blades drop to the ground. The crowd that had been watching the match roared fiercely. With a sigh of relief, he circled around to the front of his Master, helping him up by grabbing his forearms. Kanest stood silently, observing his arms.
“Heal them,” he said quietly, to the young elf.
“Yes, sire.” Concentrating on the wounds, soft blue light began to emit from Vin’s palms. The light encircled the elf’s hands, and his Master’s forearms. It became blinding in its intensity. It glowed fiercely for a few seconds, before beginning to loose its intensity. Upon disappearing completely, the old elf’s wrists were completely healed.
Nodding towards Vin appreciatively, he motioned towards a nearby tent, brilliantly crimson in the twilight. Picking up his golden blade, the old elf walked towards the tent through the once again hushed crowd. As soon as he was behind the flap, however, another cheer burst out of the crowd. Vin grinned to himself. He knew that everyone in the camp had been watching, and that his celebration of Completion that evening would be rather rowdy.
Making his way thorough the crowd, The many warriors began to call to him. “Good fight, good fight!” shouted a nearby Nord. “An excellent duel,” stated the Dark elf next to him. “Wondrous!” Shouted a Bosmer to his left.
Vin continued to push through the crowd, heading towards the tent the Blade Master had motioned to. He wondered why he had to speak to the elf in private. He thought he would be returning to his lodgings to wash before his Ceremony. Apparently, not. Apprehension clawed at his stomach as he pushed back the flap.
Letting the cloth fall behind him, the tent took on an eerie shade of dark red. The Master elf stood in the middle of the room, back facing Vin. Without turning around, he motioned with his right hand towards a straight-edged wooden chair against the edge of the tent. Walking towards the chair, Vin couldn’t help but notice how long the elf’s fingers were. He almost had the appearance of a spell caster. But Vin had no knowledge of any magical powers within Kanest. Taking his seat, he waited for Kanest to turn around.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:00:35 GMT -5
Kanest turned around. Slowly, mournfully. His movements portrayed great emotions inside of him. Vin had never seen his Master upset, or emotional at all, for that matter. He wondered what it was that was causing a lapse in his tutor’s usual aura of self control and poise. As the elf began to speak, Vin couldn’t help but notice an edge to his voice; emotion he was again not used to. Was it fear? Anger? Sadness? He knew naught.
“My Brightest Student,” began Kanest. “Things are not as they seem. Our camp, idealistic in its setting, does not reflect our empire’s mood. An iron vice or evil has tightened its grip around lands. Our sky may be blue, but above the fields of the Nibenay, above the Seas of Anvil, the sky is deep red, tribute to blood being spilt. The barrier between our world and Oblivion has been pierced. Demons swarm our lands, destroying all that is upon us. Yet not all hope is lost. What remains of our empire has gathered into an Army. The Empire’s Resistance, they call themselves. They seek to slaughter the demons and return our land to safety.”
Kanest stared into the distance, eye’s glazing over. He remained gazing at the tent’s crimson sides for many a moment, before returning his gaze to Vin. “As the Camp’s newest graduate, I submitted your name to officers I know among the Soldiers. I expect them to be impressed with what they have heard so far, and even more so in knowing that you have bested me. If you agree, it is my wish that you aide you land and join our resistance.”
Stopping abruptly, Kanest’s took on a much more jovial demeanor. “Although these are serious matters we discuss, tonight is not a night for worry and anguish. You bested my fairly and completely, in a way that most could not.” Unconsciously, Kanest started rubbing his wrists, healed so shortly ago by Vin. “As of now, the sun balances itself delicately on the horizon. When it sinks below the ground, and the torchlight begins to dance across our grounds, you celebrations will begin. Until then, I suggest you wash up. You don't want to be unkempt for your ceremony, do you? Or, perhaps, take a walk. I know I have given you much to think about. Go now.”
Waving his hand carelessly, Kanest dismissed Vin. Vin slowly strode out of the tent and into the rapidly eroding twilight. He had much to think about.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:01:10 GMT -5
“The Empire’s Resistance, they call themselves. They seek to slaughter the demons and return our land to safety…” Kanest’s words echoed through Vin’s head as he strode towards the Bathing Hut. The idea of joining up in the Empire’s Resistance, warding off evil the world over, was quite a prospect. The thought stuck out in Vin’s head, begging to be mulled over. He considered it as he entered the wash hut. Fantasizing about being a defender of good, he barely registered the room he had entered. For a solitary Fighter’s Camp, it really was quite a nice addition. Several stone basins were buried half-in-half-out of the ground, with a warm pool of frothy water in a gigantic wooden barrel to be used to fill each individual tub. Vin never had known what was in the water that gave it its slippery texture and frothy appearance; he just knew that it got the day’s grime off of him. Filling his tub, Vin began to create a fanciful scenario in his head.
He was leader of a regiment of Soldiers. All the people of Tamriel knew his name. People shouted greeting, bowing to him as they passed. Traveling merchants stopped to chat with him, offering him their wares for little more than nothing. The Imperial Legion Foresters calling out to him, giving him their blessings.
Vin kept this thought in his head whilst scrubbing himself clean. It was nice, to be known throughout the empire. Or, at least it would be; he assumed. Exiting the tub, he dried and wrapped himself up with a bearskin hanging on the wall. He strode back to his tent, mind now on the ceremony to come. The sun was all but gone now; the time for his honors to soon come. Warrior though he was, Vin was rather devoted to his personal appearance. It was an honor, this ceremony, and he wanted to look impeccable for it. Changing in his private tent, Vin adorned his cleanest pair of linens, fine and silky black, and a stiff white shirt. Checking his reflection in his Glass Cuirass, a habit he had developed in his youth, Vin showed off a slight smile. Tugging on a dark blue vest, the groomed Elf strode out of the tent and into the twilight. Walking with confidence in his stride, he angled towards the ring of torches that had been erected since he had entered his tent. Inside of the figure, he knew, the entire camp sat waiting for him.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:01:37 GMT -5
Vin’s slanted black pupils contracted as he entered the ring of light. It was not the first time that he had attended a Ceremony of Graduation, but it was his first time being honored. He looked upon the familiar scene. At the head of it all was a semi-circle makeshift stage with a podium, and three chairs. Two of the chairs were unremarkable, wooden with straight backs and even edges. But the third one, placed between the two lower wooden chairs, was quite a sight. It was, for lack of better term, a magnificent throne. Its seat was what first struck Vin’s eyes. It was covered by blood red velvet, under which he could tell was extremely fine wool from very exceptional sheep. The body of the chair was what hit him next. Entirely gold, it sparked in the flickering light cast by the torches. The stage ended with a razor straight edge that marked the beginning of the sea of stools. A score of rows, each contained 12 dark wooden stools 2 feet off the ground, concealed the hardy dirt ground below. About 90 of the 100 seats had been filled by the various warrior and attendants of the camps. A few of them looked up and nodded to acknowledge Vin’s presence, but most were absorbed in conversation with the men to their left and right.
As Vin strode towards the stage (it was his place to sit in one of the three stairs on the stage), more and more of the men looked up and noticed him. Most gazed at him with happiness in their eyes. However, he took note of some who looked at him with jealousy, and some with outright dislike. Bemused, he noticed a man he did not recognize sitting quietly in the farthest row from the stage. He gazed at him with an expression of interest, lined with a slight apathy. He seemed oddly calm, and unnervingly out of place. Brushing the thought out of his mind, Vin trotted up the beaten wooden stairs and onto the stage. His fine leather boots sounded a rhythm that brought silence to the camp in front of him. Sitting in the hard wooden chair to the right of the throne, he couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the golden chair. On its side were intricate carvings depicting great battles and legends. Vin looked at the chair in wonder as the carvings depicted a young boy being born. It showed him growing, living a normal life. The next carving showed him as a teen, having lost all his family and possessing nothing more that a bow. It carvings continued, telling the story of how the young orphan grew to be one of the grandest ranchers of all time, stealing from those who could afford it and giving to those who needed it most desperately.
Vin was drawn from his thoughts by the sound of two sets of footprints in the ground. Looking up, Vin saw Kanest walking towards the stage, followed closely by a tall, dark imperial. Kanest was dressed in a set of brilliant ebony armor. A golden cloak, beautiful and frightening at the same time, flowed from his shoulders. The cape itself was rather impressive; it seemed to double the amount of light in the enclosure. Vin knew the man trailing behind Kanest, though not personally. He was the second in command at the camp. His name was James, but he was referred to as “Sire,” for the most part. He was a skilled negotiator, and fighter, but he lacked even a morsel of personality. It was a shame, as he very well could have been liked by the members of the camp. He was quite an asset regardless.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:04:01 GMT -5
2 pages at once, OMFG. If it gets better as it progresses, it probably cause i was more into it towards the later installmetns.
The two men strode onto the stage, each taking their seat. As Vin expected, Kanest sat on the regal throne, cape matching the chairs hue perfectly, while James sat on the less regal of the two. As they sat down, what little conversation that had started up in the crowd was squashed immediately. Vin unconsciously noted that the stranger was sitting more erect on his stool now, seemingly paying close attention. Shuffling his feet, Second-in-Command James rose from his chair, and briskly walked to the Podium. Clearing his throat, he began to speak.
“Friends and associates,” he began. “Welcome, to the Ceremony of Graduation.”
“Tonight, we gather to honor Vin. He has been among our ranks for many years now; seven to be exact. Throughout this time, I have known him to do nothing other than train endlessly and advance readily through our ranks. Those of you who have had the fortune, or, I might say, misfortune of dueling him…” This brought a chuckle from the ranks seated afore him. Vin smiled to himself as the rough guffaw of a Nord stuck out against the rest of the sounds. He knew it was the laugh of Almorse, a fearsome warrior who trained most of the camp in blunt and heavy weapons. Vin recalled with a warm feeling how he had bested the mammoth of a man in nearly 20 seconds flat. It had been one of his finest fights.
James raised his right hand, silencing the chuckles that had broken the dominating silences. “Continuing,” he said, “Vin has always been an excellent student, demonstrating his talent for many of you at one time or another.” He stopped, looking confused. Clearing his throat, he began to talk again. “As many of you know, there comes a time in a Fighter’s life when he cannot be taught anymore by those who reside at this installment. At this time, he graduates, moving on to the real world…”
Vin rolled his eyes. This part of the Speech was quite mundane; it was said at every single Ceremony of Graduating the camp had ever had. Vin had heard James recite his piece so many times, he could probably be the one up there talking and make naught but one mistake. His concentration began to slip. It was quite possibly his last night at the place that had always been his home; his energy was too boundless to be contained by wooden chairs and boring speeches.
The Lieutenant Chief of the camp continued on, as Vin’s gazed drifted off over the Fighter’s before him. His eyes passed over most, never lingering for more than a moment at any face. They were all familiar to him- the Argonians, the Kajits, the Nords; all of them. Still watching the gathering, Vin’s eyes once again landed on the stranger in the back row. He truly was rather intriguing.
Vin examined the man’s outfit and equipment. He was garbed in the stereotypical garb of one who was a marksman, or one who wished to remain undetected. His face was rather angular, obviously that of an elf. His high, prominent cheekbones and slanting jaw line created a beautiful face. His brow, now furrowed in thought, tapered to a perfect point. His essential graceful features were marred by two outstanding features, a long scar running down the left side of hi face, and his dark, unnatural eyes. The scar extended from his left temple to the side of his cheek, ending even with his lips, curving around the outside of his cheekbone.
It was a slanting haunting gash that spoke of untold violence and horrors. His eyes told the same story. Deeper black than Vin had ever witnessed, they seemed to suck the life out of the air around him. They were, emotional, but not mournful. They seemed to have seen more misery and misfortune than anyone should. They reflected the soul of one who has had so many atrocities committed against him that he has allowed himself to be corrupted by the dark forces around him that caused him his pain.
Vin shifted his attention to the man's body. He was covered in dark leather. For one who seemed to have seen so many battles, so much violence, he garb was remarkably well kempt. His dark armor, almost as black as his eyes, flowed perfectly with his body shape. Its darkness seemed to sparkle in the light, uneasily making Vin believe that it was infused with magicka. Around his waist was a loose golden belt, adding one of the few sources of color to his person. It curved from his left hip to his right, raising and falling with his breaths. It was lined with Emeralds, Sapphires, and Diamonds, depicting a Daedric god towering over his realm. It was incredible how vivid a picture could be created by so few gems. Again, Vin had to assume they held some form of Magicka. Now observing his hands, Vin couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer amount of wealth that covered his black gloved hands. Through quick tally, Vin counted around 10 rings wrapping around his fingers. Judging from the rest of his appearance, Vin could only assume they were also items infused with magick.
Eyes snapping forward, the Stranger’s cold empty eye met those of Vin. His gaze was like an icy needle being driven down Vin’s back. He had to look away. Holding his gaze was torment.
On edge, Vin tried to split his concentration between the Speech and the Stranger. Focusing in on James’s words, h could hear the speech coming to an end.
“And so,” preached James. “Empires may fall, Kings may die, but the Spirit of a Fighter shall forever live on!!” A roar from the crowd met his closing statement. He bowed sharply and curtly, walked back to his seat.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:05:42 GMT -5
Vin licked his lips with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the next part of his Ceremony. Traditionally, after the repetitious speech by whoever was the second-in-command at the camp, the leader would give a short speech, followed by the presentation of a sword for the graduate. As James took his place, Kanest surveyed the crowd with an expectant look on his face. They group immediately quieted. Standing slowly, the old elf reached behind his chair, pulling out a deep scarlet bag drawn closed by a golden rope. The tassels on the tie shimmered in the torchlight. Judging by the way Kanest lifted and carried the bag to the wooden podium, it was heavy. Knowing that Kanest had an unnatural amount of strength, even for his age, Vin knew it was very heavy.
‘What could be in there?’ wondered Vin. As the Weapons Master placed the bag on the ground, Vin examined its shape. It was about 5 feet long, and at its widest points, went out about 3 inches on either side. It formed the rough shape of a triangle. The elf bent down at his waist, unfastened the bag, and pulled out a small, stone object. It looked like the base to some object, made to support an object upright. Then, holding the mouth of the bag open wide, Kanest pulled out a large stone bulk. Both the objects were brilliant, fiery white, contrasting sharply with the darkness of the sky behind him.
With a jolt, Vin identified the mass in Kanest’s hands to be the likeness of a sword. The weapon, yes it was defiantly a sword, was carved at out of pure white quartz. Confused, Vin wondered why he was being given a stone sword.
‘They can’t expect me to use that,’ thought Vin to himself. ‘It would be too clumsy and blunt a weapon for my usage.’ Wondering how this block of stone could become a passable weapon, Vin viewed Kanest intently. He swung the sword around with his wrist, testing out its balance. This movement continued for a few moments, with Kanest’s movements increasing with complexity. Abruptly, he halted. Dropping the tip to the floor, he began to speak in a powerful voice, drawing the crowd in at his whim.
“You are gathered here tonight, to celebrate the graduation of one of our own- Our youngest and one of our best. Please, give your respects to Vin.” A cheer washed over the crowd, traveling like a wave from one end to another. The elf raised a frail hand, and continued his speech. “As you all know, from either having or going to a Ceremony before now, it is custom to present a Graduate with a weapon whose abilities correspond with the sign of their birth.” Kanest paused, clearing his throat “Usually it is a sword, a bow in some cases, and rarely, twin daggers. Tonight is no different. Vin will be honored with a blade cold as ice and as pure the moon.”
“Most often, I assign the task to a member of our camp to research the birth sign of a graduate-to-be. Tonight, however, I took this task onto myself. And I’m very glad I did. For you see, Vin’s birth was under a sign that is rare to the point of being rumored to occur only once a millennia, and given to those who were to wield great power. Vin was born under the most powerful signs of the Power of Light- The Holy Paladin.”
Gasps were heard throughout the crowd, one leaving even Vin’s lips. The Holy Paladin! To be born under such a sign was incredible. Vin knew from researching lore that just as his Master had said, those born under it had great power. He also knew that the only time it occurred on the “Eve of Akatosh.” He knew that it was the night that Akatosh was rumored to have Created the Light on, though it changed every year. And even then, the sign only graced the heavens when the moon was purest white, pulsing back the darkness and shining magnificently under those who watched it. To be born under such a sign was a great deal. He mind reeled with thoughts.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:06:21 GMT -5
The sharp rap of stone on wood drew Vin from his thoughts of prophesy, power, and heavenly endowment. His eyes slowly rose from the floor to see Kanest banging the heavy weapon against the stage. For one small moment, Vin was worried that it would break. He remembered it was made of pure stone, and put his frivolous worries to rest. Kanest’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked angered by the amount of talking that had broken out across the warriors.
“Silence!” he decreed in his powerful voice. Incredible as the news was, Kanest’s order was immediately met with a stern silence. His face reset itself into a more human tone. “Thank you,” he continued. He twirled the sword around with his left wrist, admiring its balance. “You may have noticed that this is not the usual kind of sword that is given to a graduate. As I have made clear, Vin is no ordinary person. Nor shall he be given his weapon in an ordinary manner. It shall be as spectacular a presentation, as magnificent a blade, as the circumstances of his birth.”
Swinging the blade around in an arc, Kanest held the blade with his hands above his head, firmly dangling it in front of his torso. He intoned in a powerful voice, “Avon Podia, Herin.” He pushed the sword down with a sharp thrust. Vin sharply sucked in his breath as it dented the stone base. He knew magicka was in the air. Still holding onto the weapon, Kanest continued to chant. “Avon Festul, Enpriz!” He let go of the blade dramatically, pulling his arms out until they were widely spread apart. Kanest’s brow was now sweating heftily, and the entire crowd held its breath in anticipation for what was to come. “AVON VIBAN, ANDEMENTA!” Kanest shouted in a voice that rocked the entire encampment. A might blue light surged out of Kanest’s hands engulfing the entire spectacle, the entire stage, the entire camp.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:08:03 GMT -5
Vin’s first thoughts contained pure amazement. He watched, enthralled, as Kanest worked his magicka on the stone pieces.
‘He can perform magick? I never knew…’ As the camp was engulfed with blue light seemingly emerging from Kanest himself Vin was far past astonishment. ‘Powerful Magick too!’ Anxious to see what would be there after the light faded, Vin barely registered that earlier that evening he had entertained the idea that Kanest could in fact have been a Magick user. The light began to fade, and Vin gasped at what he saw.
Leaning heavily on the stone blade was Kanest, his entire body shaking. Although it wasn’t stone anymore. It was still white, but as for its state of matter, Vin was at a loss. It almost looked like some sort of Eletricka infused clay. The base began to flow upward over the Sword, forming a smooth, blemish-free sheath. As Kanest stood up and released the Blade, it floated upwards until its tip was a yard above his head. With a flash of blue light, a Spark jumped from Kanest’s hands up to the tip of the sword. Swaying like a dancer, Kanest the conducted the Spark on an elaborate journey across the sheath of the sword. What ever material it passed over solidified into a solid white substance, covered in intricate, colorful drawings. The spark continued upward, looping back down along the blade between the sheath and the weapon itself.
With the magical light out of view for a moment, Vin was able to gather his thoughts. Kanest had obviously used extremely powerful magicka to convert the weapon, carved of pure quartz, into a blade of brilliant white metal. The blue spark, Vin surmised, could only be magick decorating and empowering the blade. Just as he confirmed this thought, the spark slipped back out and circled around the cross guard, hilt, and base. It slowly shone its way into the hollow at the handles tip of the sword. Twinkling once again, it slipped itself into the spot and solidified into a beautiful Sapphire.
The blade descended slowly back towards the ground. Grabbing the hilt of the blade slowly, Kanest turned and beckoned for Vin to rise.
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Post by DEATH97 on Sept 27, 2006 17:10:19 GMT -5
Haven't read it all yet, but its great so far!
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:10:21 GMT -5
Vin walked to Kanest, lowering himself onto one knee. Bowing his head, Vin twisted the finger on his left hand into a symbol that conveyed respect to all mages. Nodding, Kanest motioned for the young elf to hold still. Flipping the blade about, he caught it by the hilt. He rapped the kneeling elf on the side of either arm, and let the blade slide down his own hand. Now, holding it by the blade, he offered the intricate hilt to Vin.
Rising, Vin grabbed the intricate hilt and twirled it around in one smooth motion. As looked at his right hip, and was surprised to see the sword’s sheath already buckled to his side. ‘Magicka…’ mused Vin. ‘What an incredible thing it is’. He tucked the blade in its sheath and smartly turned to face Kanest once again.
Kanest looked proudly over the crowd. ‘Please, rise and cheer Vin’s graduation. It is quite an event.’ Those who weren’t too stunned from the revelation of Vin’s birth sign, and from Kanest’s display of potent magicka, roared their approval. Shortly, the entire crowd was caught up in the cheer.
The elderly elf listened to the noise for a moment, and then issued silence. Having Vin do the same, he took his seat. Clearing his throat and dusting off his greaves, James stood and once again took the podium. Vin knew it was for the customary speech to close the ceremony.
His attention was once again drawn to the Stranger in the back row. His prior feeling of curiosity was replaced with unease. For some reason, he was now troubled by the man. Almost as if prompted by his thoughts, the Stranger leaned down under his seat. His pulled out a long velvet bag, not unsimilar to the one Kanest had just utilitized.
Calmly untying the white bind, Vin watched, paralyzed as the man pulled out a fearful bow. The color of ebony, and flecked with blood-red adornments, the bow screamed of death. Reaching over his shoulder, the elf pulled a deadly arrow out of a concealed quiver on his back. Shaft as black as the blade, head made of the same red material, the arrow’s persona of fear was completed by its fletching. It wasn’t feathers. It was bone. The fingers of a human hand.
Retaining his air of self assuredness, the man strung the bow, and nocked the arrow. Vin knew with out a doubt that he planned to kill someone on the stage. Judging by his intent gaze, Kanest was his target.
Without hesitant, Vin began to shout. Rising, pointing, and warning all at once, Vin intoned “Kanest! An assassin!” The old elf quickly snapped his gaze towards the attacker. The Stranger was obviously irritated by Vin’s interruption. Swinging up his arm, the man let loose an arrow. Trailing behind it, present and wailing ever so slightly, Vin though he saw a tortured spirit. Taking no time to consider exactly how fatal the arrow could be, Vin threw himself across the stage. He was not fast enough.
As soon as Vin had shouted, James had begun to act. Locating the Stranger, he waited until he let loose his arrow, and dove. With inhuman speed, The Lieutenant arced in front of Kanest, successfully accomplishing two things. To start, he knocked Vin to the ground, saving the young elf from the fate he himself now had to bear. Even more importantly, he stopped the passage of the arrow, letting it bury itself in his own chest. It was at that moment that all hell broke loose.
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 17:13:19 GMT -5
Well, thats a good 2 weeks of writing for you lot in one day. Revere me! Just kidding. Coming from Death, I hope that you mean it. I love your story, you style of writing is quite captivating. I didn't update as much as I should've on Gamespot, mauily cause no one commented. If I get anything no this board, even slight encouragement, I'll be sure to continue. Oh, and from this point on, its a slgith CYOA. Not enoigh to be in CYOA's though. I'm having choices like take the east route or the west route. Eaither way, Vin's gettin where he needs to be, it just dictates whether he fights a bandit and gets a good new shield, or is found by a bear and chased for three miles.
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Post by DEATH97 on Sept 27, 2006 17:15:49 GMT -5
is this taking place in the world of the ElderScrolls?
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