The War of Kunark
Disclaimer: I got this idea from a game I play called everquest. Shassadee is a name of my character everything else is made up except for the names like Iksars and Vah Shirs that's all everquest. I made this story up for my language arts class and they asked me if I would place it online. I agreed so now it is up, I hope you enjoy it and plz review after. ( - Xamara
Blood covered my claws and my body is aching for help. Just as I thought today was over and I made my way to the camps, I scream out a piercing roar and drop to my knees. The feeling to lightning going through my body weakens me badly, I turn around as fast as I can to see how it is. A druid gives me a warlike smile and screams out something that then made my body feel as if it was on fire. I quickly got a hold to myself and turned to feel the sword the druid carried make its way to my ribs cutting me deep. I called out to my pet that then came rushing over and attacked the druid. I limped to the druid who was trying to attack my pet but with no luck. I striked the druid with my claws as he screamed and his dark blood got all over him. I didn't see him move, I only saw the blood gushing through him, I called off my pet as I covered my gash with a old cloth and we made our way back to the camps. As we walked I realized how bad the war is becoming, basically every other step made was either a body of an Iksar, a druid, or a wizard. Luckily, none of my family or friends have been killed, we've only been wounded. The area was brutal. When you thought you were stepping on mud you were actually stepping on more blood than actual mud.
I entered my camp, not speaking to anyone just going into my area where I began cleaning myself. The wound on my chest area was bleeding so badly that in that area you could no longer see my white fur with my black stripes. I reached into my bag and pulled out a vial that held in it a potion a cleric gave to me for any deep wounds I receive. I poured out a little bit of the potion onto the wound. I loudly hissed as smoked began slowly healing the wound, I wrapped a large piece of clothed around my ribcage and pinned it together.
I then heard footsteps enter my camp, I quickly turned around and grabbed my weapon for defense. I quickly dropped the weapon and bowed down.
"Shassasdee, where have you been?" The large male Vah Shir asked his tone was serious and let out a small growl. He wore very strong shining armor and a gold jeweled crown, which represented his marking as the King.
I got up from my knee, and looked at him. "King Raja, I am sorry not to make it on time, the attack continued as I was attacked on the field." King Raja looked at me noting my condition and the bloody rags that were on the table.
"Where were you wounded?" he asked me looking at my body to find the mark.
I moved my arm from ribcage to show a covered area that was still burning from the potion. I saw him pick up the vial and examining it.
"Well, I'm glad you are putting this potion to good use." The King said to me.
I nodded in agreement not sure what to say or what to expect next. It stood quiet until I decided to ask him the one question that was bothering my mind.
"King Raja, if I may ask, what do the wizards and druids want with the land of the Iksar's?" My voice was low, I wasn't sure if it was a good question to ask or not.
The King's face saddened, "The reason they want the land is because they are selfish beings, these lands hold runes which strength wizards and druid in their spell making and casting." I felt myself shoot up with anger, "Just for that they are willing to sacrifice their own people and all the Iksar's on Kunark?"
"Just for that," King Raja repeated sadly, his piercing yellow eyes showing saddening emotion, which he rarely showed. "I need your help Shassadee, the only reason we left Luclin to get in the war was to help stop it." The King told me.
"Milord, I would do anything to stop this havoc." I said to him meaning ever word.
"I will need you to go both parties of the war and find out what kind of peace treaty they are willing to make to end this war." He told me in a secure manner.
I was cleaning my arm while he was explaining what I needed to do, I raised my head as he looked at me.
"Where should I go first?" I ask him politely.
"You should first go to the camps of the wizards and the druids and speak to the starter of the war, Ashyra."
Ashyra, what an odd name I thought to myself but he's a druid so there isn't much that isn't odd about them. I got up and began packing everything.
"I'll leave now to get a head start is there anything I must know beforehand Master?" I asked, I wanted to be prepared for everything.
He brushed his paw over his large dark blonde mane, "Yes there is, I want to warn you about Ashyra, be careful around him he is known to be too friendly at times and lure you into a friendship were he will then back stab you."
I nodded to him and bowed to him, "I will return as soon as possible my King."
The King nodded, "Be safe Shassadee."
"I will Sire," I gathered my bag and left with my pet.
Even though it was very dark out I was able to see everything out there. It was a long road to the wizard-druid camps. The bottom of my feet hurt badly as it felt as if the boots were wearing off. I made it up to the rocky mountain where the camps were set up. I decided to stop and take a little rest before moving on. I looked over to my side to view the complete city, the city is destroyed I said to myself. The sounds of the cries that took over the dark city broke my heart, I couldn't bear to see the devastation I did not rest and just continued on.
I entered a village where the smell of the area was horrible. I immediately casted a spell to take away the smell of the area. I became even more disgusted walking my way through as there were poor Iksar children either dead or being enslaved in the town. While walking a pasted a small area where I saw a young group of Iksars hiding in there. I looked around to make sure no one was following me and then entered the small space. I wasn't going to let them get caught. I heard a little voice begin to cry with fear.
"Please, don't hurt us, you killed our parents and we have no place to go." I heard a little voice say to me.
"No, no," I whispered, "I am not a wizard nor a druid I'm a Vah Shir from Luclin I want to help you."
I took out my bag of bottles from my backpack.
"Here," I told them, "take this and anytime you are in danger throw a little bit of this at them this will take away all their power for a small amount of time so you can get away."
I handed the vial to the oldest of the group who seemed only a teenager.
"I know I can't take you with me and I can't help much but you have to go now as fast as you can and find help." I urged them.
They all nodded to me but then the oldest came up to me.
"Thank you for this we will use it wisely, but my little sister is hungry and sick she will not survive if we travel." He then took his sad eyes and laid them on me. "Please take her and care for her."
My heart broke in half, this poor child she looks so sick. A normal Iksars scaly skin is dark gray but hers, they are a poor ashy light gray as if she is slowly dying. I want to take her but I have to go and make a peace treaty with Ashyra. Hell with it, I told myself she needs the care and I will take her and try and hide her for the time being.
"Give her to me, I will take her and give her care I promise."
A little young Iksar girl came up to me crying with the baby in her arms, "Thanks you, please when she gets older tell her about us."
I smiled lightly at the young child, "I will, I promise."
We all then heard the sounds of quick movement through the camp as the sound of moving robes and staffs became closer. I told them to quickly leave and they did.
I quickly pulled out a little bit of food and fed it to her, the baby was starving. I then gave her a light potion and I placed a spell on her to rest and sleep so her body can stay strong enough until I found a cleric to heal her.
I set a spell on my bad to make it big and comfortable for the baby to rest on. I then heard the sounds of people coming closer realizing the wizards had found me. I felt my soar body stiffen as a crystal staff went against my back.
"What are you doing here, you do not have any business being here." One wizard told me.
I let a small growl escape my voice to let my pet know that they had arrived. My pet then stood near the bag where the baby was resting peaceful guarding it.
I turned around to face the wizards and picked up the backpack, "I am here to see Ashyra."
A wizard just nodded and plainly said, "Follow me."
I had my pet stay in the back of me so he can guard both the bag and me. We made our way through the camps to a large tent that had druid guards outside of it.
The wizard turned around to face me, "He is in there, go in."
Disclaimer: I got this idea from a game I play called everquest. Shassadee is a name of my character everything else is made up except for the names like Iksars and Vah Shirs that's all everquest. I made this story up for my language arts class and they asked me if I would place it online. I agreed so now it is up, I hope you enjoy it and plz review after. ( - Xamara
Blood covered my claws and my body is aching for help. Just as I thought today was over and I made my way to the camps, I scream out a piercing roar and drop to my knees. The feeling to lightning going through my body weakens me badly, I turn around as fast as I can to see how it is. A druid gives me a warlike smile and screams out something that then made my body feel as if it was on fire. I quickly got a hold to myself and turned to feel the sword the druid carried make its way to my ribs cutting me deep. I called out to my pet that then came rushing over and attacked the druid. I limped to the druid who was trying to attack my pet but with no luck. I striked the druid with my claws as he screamed and his dark blood got all over him. I didn't see him move, I only saw the blood gushing through him, I called off my pet as I covered my gash with a old cloth and we made our way back to the camps. As we walked I realized how bad the war is becoming, basically every other step made was either a body of an Iksar, a druid, or a wizard. Luckily, none of my family or friends have been killed, we've only been wounded. The area was brutal. When you thought you were stepping on mud you were actually stepping on more blood than actual mud.
I entered my camp, not speaking to anyone just going into my area where I began cleaning myself. The wound on my chest area was bleeding so badly that in that area you could no longer see my white fur with my black stripes. I reached into my bag and pulled out a vial that held in it a potion a cleric gave to me for any deep wounds I receive. I poured out a little bit of the potion onto the wound. I loudly hissed as smoked began slowly healing the wound, I wrapped a large piece of clothed around my ribcage and pinned it together.
I then heard footsteps enter my camp, I quickly turned around and grabbed my weapon for defense. I quickly dropped the weapon and bowed down.
"Shassasdee, where have you been?" The large male Vah Shir asked his tone was serious and let out a small growl. He wore very strong shining armor and a gold jeweled crown, which represented his marking as the King.
I got up from my knee, and looked at him. "King Raja, I am sorry not to make it on time, the attack continued as I was attacked on the field." King Raja looked at me noting my condition and the bloody rags that were on the table.
"Where were you wounded?" he asked me looking at my body to find the mark.
I moved my arm from ribcage to show a covered area that was still burning from the potion. I saw him pick up the vial and examining it.
"Well, I'm glad you are putting this potion to good use." The King said to me.
I nodded in agreement not sure what to say or what to expect next. It stood quiet until I decided to ask him the one question that was bothering my mind.
"King Raja, if I may ask, what do the wizards and druids want with the land of the Iksar's?" My voice was low, I wasn't sure if it was a good question to ask or not.
The King's face saddened, "The reason they want the land is because they are selfish beings, these lands hold runes which strength wizards and druid in their spell making and casting." I felt myself shoot up with anger, "Just for that they are willing to sacrifice their own people and all the Iksar's on Kunark?"
"Just for that," King Raja repeated sadly, his piercing yellow eyes showing saddening emotion, which he rarely showed. "I need your help Shassadee, the only reason we left Luclin to get in the war was to help stop it." The King told me.
"Milord, I would do anything to stop this havoc." I said to him meaning ever word.
"I will need you to go both parties of the war and find out what kind of peace treaty they are willing to make to end this war." He told me in a secure manner.
I was cleaning my arm while he was explaining what I needed to do, I raised my head as he looked at me.
"Where should I go first?" I ask him politely.
"You should first go to the camps of the wizards and the druids and speak to the starter of the war, Ashyra."
Ashyra, what an odd name I thought to myself but he's a druid so there isn't much that isn't odd about them. I got up and began packing everything.
"I'll leave now to get a head start is there anything I must know beforehand Master?" I asked, I wanted to be prepared for everything.
He brushed his paw over his large dark blonde mane, "Yes there is, I want to warn you about Ashyra, be careful around him he is known to be too friendly at times and lure you into a friendship were he will then back stab you."
I nodded to him and bowed to him, "I will return as soon as possible my King."
The King nodded, "Be safe Shassadee."
"I will Sire," I gathered my bag and left with my pet.
Even though it was very dark out I was able to see everything out there. It was a long road to the wizard-druid camps. The bottom of my feet hurt badly as it felt as if the boots were wearing off. I made it up to the rocky mountain where the camps were set up. I decided to stop and take a little rest before moving on. I looked over to my side to view the complete city, the city is destroyed I said to myself. The sounds of the cries that took over the dark city broke my heart, I couldn't bear to see the devastation I did not rest and just continued on.
I entered a village where the smell of the area was horrible. I immediately casted a spell to take away the smell of the area. I became even more disgusted walking my way through as there were poor Iksar children either dead or being enslaved in the town. While walking a pasted a small area where I saw a young group of Iksars hiding in there. I looked around to make sure no one was following me and then entered the small space. I wasn't going to let them get caught. I heard a little voice begin to cry with fear.
"Please, don't hurt us, you killed our parents and we have no place to go." I heard a little voice say to me.
"No, no," I whispered, "I am not a wizard nor a druid I'm a Vah Shir from Luclin I want to help you."
I took out my bag of bottles from my backpack.
"Here," I told them, "take this and anytime you are in danger throw a little bit of this at them this will take away all their power for a small amount of time so you can get away."
I handed the vial to the oldest of the group who seemed only a teenager.
"I know I can't take you with me and I can't help much but you have to go now as fast as you can and find help." I urged them.
They all nodded to me but then the oldest came up to me.
"Thank you for this we will use it wisely, but my little sister is hungry and sick she will not survive if we travel." He then took his sad eyes and laid them on me. "Please take her and care for her."
My heart broke in half, this poor child she looks so sick. A normal Iksars scaly skin is dark gray but hers, they are a poor ashy light gray as if she is slowly dying. I want to take her but I have to go and make a peace treaty with Ashyra. Hell with it, I told myself she needs the care and I will take her and try and hide her for the time being.
"Give her to me, I will take her and give her care I promise."
A little young Iksar girl came up to me crying with the baby in her arms, "Thanks you, please when she gets older tell her about us."
I smiled lightly at the young child, "I will, I promise."
We all then heard the sounds of quick movement through the camp as the sound of moving robes and staffs became closer. I told them to quickly leave and they did.
I quickly pulled out a little bit of food and fed it to her, the baby was starving. I then gave her a light potion and I placed a spell on her to rest and sleep so her body can stay strong enough until I found a cleric to heal her.
I set a spell on my bad to make it big and comfortable for the baby to rest on. I then heard the sounds of people coming closer realizing the wizards had found me. I felt my soar body stiffen as a crystal staff went against my back.
"What are you doing here, you do not have any business being here." One wizard told me.
I let a small growl escape my voice to let my pet know that they had arrived. My pet then stood near the bag where the baby was resting peaceful guarding it.
I turned around to face the wizards and picked up the backpack, "I am here to see Ashyra."
A wizard just nodded and plainly said, "Follow me."
I had my pet stay in the back of me so he can guard both the bag and me. We made our way through the camps to a large tent that had druid guards outside of it.
The wizard turned around to face me, "He is in there, go in."