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| | Author | Topic: CAM'S STORY OF DOOM?!?! (Read 12 times) |
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« Result #3 on Jan 17, 2009, 11:42pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
When his older sister moved out, Timothy Wares (age 5 and three-quarters, thank you very much) was very put out.
"Why's Samantha gone away? We need her more than some stuffy ol' Lord." insisted Tim, scuffing the toe of his shoe on the floor as his mother stood with her back to him.
"Because." said his mother, with a sigh and a rinse of one last dish before turning to him. "He quite likes her, and she quite likes him, and they both want kids, so they've gone off to do what people do when they both want children and quite like each other." came the absent, slightly irritated reply as she began to turn back to the washing. Why she had wanted to have kids, now that was the real question. Little snot-nosed brats- oh, though they're so cute when they sniffle - with no sense of direction - but when they run off and come gallivanting back all confused and ready for your hand, so precious - who can't seem to pick their own things up - though when the little dolls are left in just the same place every time-- Ah. There we go. That was why.
Tim watched his mother with a blank stare before reaching out and snagging her dress. There we go, now tug just a bit- hard enough to slip the apron down so she has to stop, but don't pull it off or she'll be cross - and a cock of the head... perfect. Tim's mother sighed. "What is it now, dear?" "What do people do when they both want children and they quite like each other?" he said instantly, blinking.
His mother turned back to the dishes. "They get married, darling. Is your room clean?"
There was a long pause, in which the sound of more dishes being scrubbed was like nails on a chalkboard to Tim's mother as she waited for his reply. "I didn't realize it was that simple." he said, suddenly, scratching his head a bit. He had assumed the process would involve seeds, like with carrots or beans. His thoughts moved between gardening and childbirth as his mother became confused.
Her mind, you see, was wondering what in the world her son could be talking about. "You didn't realize what was that simple, my love?" she said, glancing back at him. Tim snapped his mind from images of baby heads popping from the ground and back to the conversation. "Oh." he said brightly, scuffing the other shoe. It wouldn't do to be unevenly dirtied. "I didn't realize that they give you a baby when you get married. How do they grow them, Mum?" "Go clean your room, Tim."
Tim cocked his head the other direction, stepping back. Well that had been rather rude. "I cleaned it last night, Mum. How do you grow- Ah!" he said, starting as his mother whipped around and kneeled down to his level. Her eyes narrowed in the manner of a tiger looking at a small, rather upstarting rabbit. "Go clean your room, Timothy, or I will bring your father in here and show you how they grow babies." she said quietly, meeting his increasingly less defiant gaze with a look that could kill- or worse.
Instantly, Tim found himself pounding up the stairs. He still didn't know how babies were grown- but if it involved both his parents, he was pretty sure he didn't want to see.
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| | Author | Topic: Fighting for something not Worth Dying For (Read 125 times) |
Crow-sama
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« Result #4 on Aug 10, 2008, 8:23pm » | |
Tecal ground her teeth, stepping over the men of her company with light feet. It wasn't so much anger that these particular men had been killed. More that someone had killed people on her side in general. It was the competitive side of her.
She rushed at the nearest man, her shortsword slipping over his armor and sticking in right above his heart. She stopped then, her sword breaking as she attempted to pull it out. Just her luck. She held the man in front of her as the fire swept by, then dropped his body, glancing around.
She caught sight of a sword much like hers in the hand of the dead body of the man from earlier. Tecal gave something like a mental shrug as she grabbed it. No more untoward comments from him.
There was twenty or less on both sides now. Still almost even. Let's change that, shall we? she thought, clenching her fist and letting her mouth form words. She finished a short chant, throwing her fist open through a large sweeping motion with her arm, and the sand beneath her feet became a wave, bowling over two men facing away from her.
She lunged forward, stabbing one clean in the back and pulling away as the other came toward her, vision obviously difficult for him. But he was a good enough fighter to push his sword through the leather near her side, causing a small wound there and a larger one on the inside of her arm as he pulled the sword away. Tecal growled a bit, then threw her arms up again, this time to push the sword into the man's throat.
As he fell in front of her, she looked up. The other side's 'Alor was heading for Mark'alor. She grinned slightly. She already knew who the winner would be. She felt bad for her disloyalty, but what could she do? She was raised only for herself and her opponent. Not for her ally.
She turned, lunging into the battle again.
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| | Author | Topic: Fighting for something not Worth Dying For (Read 125 times) |
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« Result #5 on Aug 9, 2008, 12:39pm » | |
His party slammed into the other, Zwaard'alor making the first kill. Only nine men were with him. His fist streaked out and the vambraces moved to block a blow, and he disarmed his man's spear, turning it around to thrust it into his chest with a roar.
He took a sword blow to the head, glancing off his helmet, and he whipped out a sword of his own; as long as his forearm. Vision blurry, he shoved the sharp point into the attacker's neck, and his shield came out, as wide as his chest and as thick as his thumb, to block a spear. Brutal hand-to-hand combat ensued, and then he growled, "Fall back!"
His company broke combat and fell back, melting in between a line of lightly-armored men, ten strong. They all weaved fire with their hands...and shot it out when Zwaard'alor cleared them, the last man to do so. The enemy company was decimated, except for one or two men. They quickly fell to their knees and begged for life-but Zwaard killed them himself.
He viewed the rest of the enemy...who had killed the rest of his men. He quickly glanced at his...only fourteen others. Five men had died. They had all twenty.
A double play, then. One company decimated at the cost of another.
A scar rippled along his bicep as he smirked. "Charge!" He roared. He headed straight for their 'alor, and he'd win.
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The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.
"I spent some time waiting on God - and, trust me, there's no big ending to this story - except that one day I just stood up and said, "I still believe." ~Toby Mac |
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| | Author | Topic: Fighting for something not Worth Dying For (Read 125 times) |
Crow-sama
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« Result #6 on Aug 8, 2008, 11:18pm » | |
Grey eyes gazed unblinkingly toward the exit, as usual. Light armor barely felt tight over her tied down chest, as usual. Some idiot was making a lewd comment, as usual.
Tecal let her elbow fly back, catching the man in his shoulder. She turned around, sticking her face in his. "Shut up unless you want to crawl out into the battle." she growled in a weary manner. A small chuckle ran through the men assembled, as this had been the reaction everyone except the offender, a newer man, had expected. Tecal felt a rough hand grab the red ponytail tied with bandages on the nape of her neck.
"Don't kill anyone before the battle, Tecal." said Mark'alor, laughing a bit. You would laugh, asshole. she thought, stepping back and turning around as the hand released her hair.
Mark'alor was taller than her, and bulkier, but Tecal seemed to be looking down on him even as her head raised to meet his gaze. "It's just a threat." she said, her voice even. Mark'alor laughed again, though it didn't reach his eyes. "No need to be so haughty. I know." he said, patting her on the shoulder.
Tecal stiffened at the contact, but Mark'alor took it in stride and moved back to the front of the group. She closed her eyes, then, letting the sights and sounds fade away. She stared at the black of her eyelids, letting it pull her it, pull out frustration and leave only calm. Calm, and the bloodlust that eminated like an aura from the men around her and entered her, becoming her own. She opened her eyes again, gazing down at her feet.
Lightly tanned feet, callused and awkward on the new sandals. Her earliest memory was the same, if not for the changes in the size of the feet. She reached up, pushing stray pieces of curly strawberry-blond hair behind her ears and taking a deep breath as the voice of the announcer resonated in her ears.
Mark'alor might be the leader, but that didn't mean he was the best. It didn't mean Tecal was the best, either, but you never knew. All she knew right now was that this was her place, and this was her time. If only one person survived, she would make sure it was her.
The group started forward, and Tecal moved with them, letting these thoughts wash over her. And then, everything went white.
A hand raised from the sand. Inconsequential. An arrow flew past her. Inconsequential. Then, suddenly, a man rushed at her. Inconse- wait.
She reacted too slowly, not yet used to the battle, and despite her block the man's sword went cut her arm. He brought it back in front of him, his mouth moving to form the words of a spell.
Tecal's mouth spread in something between a grin and a grimace, and she thrust a short sword into his stomach. She felt the blood trickle to her fingers, and a couple more teeth showed. Then she controlled herself. He would die anyway. Save the real fight for someone who cared.
Tecal kicked the man off of her sword, her legs pushing her toward the next opponent. She was ready now, and she'd be damned if anyone got to her arms again.
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| | Author | Topic: Fighting for something not Worth Dying For (Read 125 times) |
Astuto
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« Result #7 on Aug 8, 2008, 8:52pm » | |
The dull crowd's roar was like a clamp; it sealed the Gladiator's fate no matter how he tried to escape. Grim and silent, the Gladiatorial Slave Prize Fighters waited in the hallway, which was twenty feet. The door was small, though, and they kept a slight order to their placement, seeking to march up the steps when the announcement was called.
Most were angry. Some were afraid. All twenty of them, however, knew one thing: Fight or die. Some had seen people who tried to resist. Who refused to fight.
They were crucified as according to the Fertian Empire's mandate.
They all wore light armor, studded leather with the bronze overlapping plated on their chests and shins. Their knees were unprotected, and their thighs were guarded by the same material. They wore girdles and a helmet, and bronze vambraces. Each was outfitted with his choice of weapon-a sword, axe, mace, flail, anything.
Zwaard'alor, however, was their commander. At the ate of thirty seven, he had been a gladiator since capture at sixteen. He barely remembered his past life-only his Mother and Father's face, killed in a slave raid. His memory was filled with different masters, different people to train with, and different places to fight at. He'd forgotten his original name, but was given Zwaard as a young man.
Now, they called him Zwaard'alor-he was told the 'alor meant "Boss" or "Chief" or "Leader." He wasn't concerned with titles. He wished only to die. But he never let a swordstroke fall on purpose.
He was tall and muscular, being seven feet tall and three hundred fifty pounds. He was big, but not slow by any means. Constant training and exercise guaranteed that. He wore heavy steel armor, made to both protect and allow mobility and flexibility.
His armor was the same make as the others, just of tougher and heavier material, with a thicker mass. He also wore a shield and sword, the shield broad and the sword of medium length.
Skilled in magic, he was in the front with the rest of the magic-users. They'd provide shields while he fired his own magic to batter the enemy's shields, which would meet them running in the center from both sides. Or one, as Zwaard's teammates were coming towards them. most groups tended to go straight into another-although Zwaard'alor had seen then all converge in the Blood Pit.
The announcer, voice booming for Magic, spoke. "Welcome, people, welcome-to the Fertian Imperial Arena! Today's fight..." he listed off the two names of the 'alors. The other was well-known, but Zwaard was the better of the two. He incorporated strategy and tactics into his fighting.
The crowd settled into a chant in his name, slow and bloodthirsty. It demanded bloodshed and a good time seeing it. Zwaard wasn't there to deny them the entertainment.
One of his men spoke, "Aliit ori'shya tal'din, Zwaard'alor." A grin crossed Zwaard's features as he interpreted it mentally. The Fertian language, but he came from a different place and still spoke his original language. It meant, "Family is more than blood."
He replied, "Burc'ya vaal burk'yc burc'ya veman." A friend during danger is a true friend A grunt and a half-smile from his men.
He didn't expect half of them to live.
"And now, for your pleasure and entertainment," the crowd's dull chant was increased to a loud roar; bloodlust ran high and they knew it was about to happen.
At the signal from the announcer, Zwaard'alor charged out in sandals, climbing the steps with barely-controlled bloodlust. The gat slammed open above, falling to the blood-stained sand. He ran about twenty feet and barked a command; they company halted. their teammates were five hudnred feet away, running heaviyl.
Purple-tinted, transparent shield surrounded his company, and, weapons put up, he weaves fire with quick, jerking motions. The team off to the left roared as they ran straight towards him, and he launched an intense wave of fire in their direction. "Break ranks!" He roared, and it scattered, and they all scrambled to the left, hurrying to get to the left of the group Zwaard'alor had fired at and flank them while they were distracted. Powerful spells were flung back and forth from and to all companies; bolts of lightning, fire, frozen water to skewer men, and someone had taken control f the sand with his hand and a giant hand crushed enemies. He pointed and one of his men took him out with an arrow.
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The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.
"I spent some time waiting on God - and, trust me, there's no big ending to this story - except that one day I just stood up and said, "I still believe." ~Toby Mac |
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