Updated 6/24/01 - Written by Scythron
TriStone Saga
Chapter 1: The Seeds of Evil
PART I
Rainwater poured from the sky, soaking every dry weed and filling every cavity. The ocean battered the jagged rocks along the windswept coast. The gigantic rocks acted as sentinels protecting the shore from an onslaught. Kal peered through a window at the crashing waves from his brown stone cottage. The smell of an afternoon dew still lingered in the air. He walked over to his fireplace and added some more dry wood to the roaring flame from his pile he had chopped during the winter season. Water dripped from a small crack in the ceiling, hitting Kal in the head.
"Can you believe this rain?", he said, looking at the ceiling.
Kal sat down at the diner table and drank the last sip of his cold apple cider out of his favorite coplet.
"I love it, I've been waiting for it to rain for weeks now.", said his daughter Aquira.
She sat by the fireplace taking in the warmth of the flames.
"Ah...I guess you're right, it's been awhile since the last pour."
"Have you seen your brother?" said Kal
Aquira hesitated. "Yea, I think he went hunting in the north woods."
"He better...." A distorted shrieking noise filled the air, ending the serenity of the moment.
"What in the hell was that? Stay here Aquira! " said Kal.
He jumped out of his chair and ran out of the cottage almost knocking the door from its hinges. His eyes danced within his head looking at every perceivable place where the horrific sound could have come from. He scanned the forest tree line that sat upon the sloping hills but there didn't seem to be anything there. He checked the coast and stared down the city streets but still no sign of anything. He ran towards the Town Square taking the cobbled road pathway. He stopped when he had reached the square, panting like a wild dog.
"Darlan! Darlan! Did you hear that sound?"
Darlan was a tall and slim yet strong man, his armor shined and glistened. He sat upon his powerful steed. Darlan swung his horse over in Kal's direction, his countenance filled with concern.
"Yes, I sent out four of my best men in search of the problem, I fear what could of produced such a noise."
Villagers gathered within the square and spoke of what the noise could have been. The sun was beginning to set and an orange haze covered the sky. The wierd noise sounded again but now from a different direction. On top of the sloping hills surrounding the city, hordes of Horsemen stood with scythes and catch poles alike cutting through the air. The sound had been the war cry of the distorted beings. Thousands of Horsemen charged at the town below them. Searing flames gleaned in their eyes. Terror filled the faces of villagers who had heard the sound for the second time.
"Close the city gates!", cried Darlan, his voice terror-stricken.
Sixty or so men dashed towards the gates and tried to push them closed. They continued to try and force the enormous gates closed but the doors wouldn't budge. Everywhere villagers ran throughout the streets, confused and horrified. Closer the horsemen came to the town, their hooves creating a monotonous beat shaking the ground beneath. There had never been an instance like this before in this solitary little village, never did anyone think the gates would ever have to be used.
TriStone Saga
Chapter 1: The Seeds of Evil
PART I
Rainwater poured from the sky, soaking every dry weed and filling every cavity. The ocean battered the jagged rocks along the windswept coast. The gigantic rocks acted as sentinels protecting the shore from an onslaught. Kal peered through a window at the crashing waves from his brown stone cottage. The smell of an afternoon dew still lingered in the air. He walked over to his fireplace and added some more dry wood to the roaring flame from his pile he had chopped during the winter season. Water dripped from a small crack in the ceiling, hitting Kal in the head.
"Can you believe this rain?", he said, looking at the ceiling.
Kal sat down at the diner table and drank the last sip of his cold apple cider out of his favorite coplet.
"I love it, I've been waiting for it to rain for weeks now.", said his daughter Aquira.
She sat by the fireplace taking in the warmth of the flames.
"Ah...I guess you're right, it's been awhile since the last pour."
"Have you seen your brother?" said Kal
Aquira hesitated. "Yea, I think he went hunting in the north woods."
"He better...." A distorted shrieking noise filled the air, ending the serenity of the moment.
"What in the hell was that? Stay here Aquira! " said Kal.
He jumped out of his chair and ran out of the cottage almost knocking the door from its hinges. His eyes danced within his head looking at every perceivable place where the horrific sound could have come from. He scanned the forest tree line that sat upon the sloping hills but there didn't seem to be anything there. He checked the coast and stared down the city streets but still no sign of anything. He ran towards the Town Square taking the cobbled road pathway. He stopped when he had reached the square, panting like a wild dog.
"Darlan! Darlan! Did you hear that sound?"
Darlan was a tall and slim yet strong man, his armor shined and glistened. He sat upon his powerful steed. Darlan swung his horse over in Kal's direction, his countenance filled with concern.
"Yes, I sent out four of my best men in search of the problem, I fear what could of produced such a noise."
Villagers gathered within the square and spoke of what the noise could have been. The sun was beginning to set and an orange haze covered the sky. The wierd noise sounded again but now from a different direction. On top of the sloping hills surrounding the city, hordes of Horsemen stood with scythes and catch poles alike cutting through the air. The sound had been the war cry of the distorted beings. Thousands of Horsemen charged at the town below them. Searing flames gleaned in their eyes. Terror filled the faces of villagers who had heard the sound for the second time.
"Close the city gates!", cried Darlan, his voice terror-stricken.
Sixty or so men dashed towards the gates and tried to push them closed. They continued to try and force the enormous gates closed but the doors wouldn't budge. Everywhere villagers ran throughout the streets, confused and horrified. Closer the horsemen came to the town, their hooves creating a monotonous beat shaking the ground beneath. There had never been an instance like this before in this solitary little village, never did anyone think the gates would ever have to be used.