Chapter One
The blueish orc screamed in rage as it gripped it's rusted short sword. It took a step closer, planning to draw in it's target in, and by calling others, enclosing it in a pit of death. But Amril was smarter then that. A single dagger hung loosely from his belt, and he grabbed it. The orc could only look and wonder what the young warrior was about to do.
In a flash of speed and strength, the dagger flew swiftly through the air, the tip catching the orc's skull. The orc screamed in pain, choking on it's on blood. The body crumbled to the floor, and Amril didn't bother taking his dagger out.
A fellow orcish warrior saw the slaughter of it's comrade, and he rushed to take vengance. The spear was easily dodged by Amril, who parryed it as the orc tryed to pierce him. Amril's boot connected with the orc's jaw, snapping it to a side.
Amril's silver blade thrusted forth, cutting through blue orc flesh. Blood poored from the wound, and the orc could not scream, for it's jaw was broken. Amril smriked at it, and saw the look of fear in it's eyes. The blade came around, but the orc was fast enough to duck.
Amril wouldn't take it. He thrust his blade into the orc's stomach, blood spilling and spewing from the cut. Blood started to appear from the orc's mouth, and it coughed up more blood. The blade went deeper, and a river a crimson flowed down it's torso.
Amril took his blade out, and left the orc to die. He could hear it's coughs and spatters as it slowly withered away, not leaving anything behind except for a bloody corpse.
No more orcs dared to come at him, in fear of a brutal death like their fellow orcs. Amril walked out timidly, fearing bigger foes would come to him. He passed through the 'Gate', other wise the opening between orc territory, and Greater Faydark.
There was a single hill, known as 'Orc Hill', where young adventurers tested there wits against the orcs. Countless orcs had died there, yet again, countless young folk had died there as well. Bodies layed scattered, fear burrowed deep in each eye.
Amril ignored the dead staring at him, and treaded down the dirt path. The wooden lift soon came into sight, providing him an way up to the tree city of Kelethin.
His boots made small clattering sounds as he walked up the ramp, and stepped on the platform lift. He pressed a tall, stick-like button, and a loud rumbling came from behind him. Slowly the lift went up, rumbling slightly.
It leveled with the giant platform with merchants and bridges that connected to different platforms. There were 2 other bridges connected to this platform, and Amril took the one on the right. He walked till he got to another plat form, and walked up a slanted ramp.
He came to a small house, and opened the door. Nobody was home...nobody had been home for 5 years. 30 minutes ago, he was at the place where is parents died...Crushbone. He had been seeking revenge ever since, to find Emporer Crush.
On a happier note, he lived happily with one friend, Lia. She had supported him when his parents died in the orc raid, and she had came by earlier, leaving him a loaf of bread and a jar of water. He silently thanked her, and sat down to begin his meal.
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Antonica, the biggest continet in all of Norrath. The human city of Freeport lay on the bay of the Ocean of Tears, giving a gateway to the rest of Antonica. Here lies on of the most lied about places in all of Norrath...the Aquaduct.
Rumors of ghostly activity take place there, but no one had come out alive to tell. A young party of adventurers, consisting of a young bard, Jjissae, a warrior, Neoth, and a cleric, Liuwin. They all treaded slowly down into the depths of the Aquaduct, always glancing around to make sure nothing was following them.
The leader, Jjissae, signled for the warrior, older and more expierenced, to go ahead and scout out. He dissappeared around the corner, making no slight sound. He never came back. A lone arrow came out of no where, piercing into the cleric's chest. He coughed up blood, not able to cast a healing spell, and slowly died. Jjissae ran, ran like nothing could stop him. He hastily got out of the well, and rolled on the ground, out of breath.
A merchant helped him up, and stared at where he had just came from. Jjissae thanked the merchant, and headed for the docks. He had to get out of here...and go back home, back to Kelethin.
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An attractive young girl walked in the door of Amril's house, her brown hair covering most of her face. Amril glanced up at her, and raised a hand, a signled 'Hi'.
"Well, you're finally back, Amril," Lia said, sitting in a lonesome chair.
"Hey, I have got to get my share of Orcslaying, and try to make a name for myself, like my father," Amril said softly.
"Orcslaying...how I hate it," Lia said bitterly.
"You're like my grandfather, then," Amril said, finishing the bread.
"Where is the old man anyway?" Lia asked.
"I don't know, probably working on some crazy spell," Amril said, taking a sip of water.
"Probably," Lia commented, and stood up.
Amril did as well. He walked out the door, and Lia followed. They both walked down the ramp, and into their favorite tavern. They both took a seat, and ordered mead.
They overheard drunkards talking about the orcish uproar in Antonica, and how they feared it would happen here too. Amril ignored there comments though, it wouldn't happen, not while he was still here.
The blueish orc screamed in rage as it gripped it's rusted short sword. It took a step closer, planning to draw in it's target in, and by calling others, enclosing it in a pit of death. But Amril was smarter then that. A single dagger hung loosely from his belt, and he grabbed it. The orc could only look and wonder what the young warrior was about to do.
In a flash of speed and strength, the dagger flew swiftly through the air, the tip catching the orc's skull. The orc screamed in pain, choking on it's on blood. The body crumbled to the floor, and Amril didn't bother taking his dagger out.
A fellow orcish warrior saw the slaughter of it's comrade, and he rushed to take vengance. The spear was easily dodged by Amril, who parryed it as the orc tryed to pierce him. Amril's boot connected with the orc's jaw, snapping it to a side.
Amril's silver blade thrusted forth, cutting through blue orc flesh. Blood poored from the wound, and the orc could not scream, for it's jaw was broken. Amril smriked at it, and saw the look of fear in it's eyes. The blade came around, but the orc was fast enough to duck.
Amril wouldn't take it. He thrust his blade into the orc's stomach, blood spilling and spewing from the cut. Blood started to appear from the orc's mouth, and it coughed up more blood. The blade went deeper, and a river a crimson flowed down it's torso.
Amril took his blade out, and left the orc to die. He could hear it's coughs and spatters as it slowly withered away, not leaving anything behind except for a bloody corpse.
No more orcs dared to come at him, in fear of a brutal death like their fellow orcs. Amril walked out timidly, fearing bigger foes would come to him. He passed through the 'Gate', other wise the opening between orc territory, and Greater Faydark.
There was a single hill, known as 'Orc Hill', where young adventurers tested there wits against the orcs. Countless orcs had died there, yet again, countless young folk had died there as well. Bodies layed scattered, fear burrowed deep in each eye.
Amril ignored the dead staring at him, and treaded down the dirt path. The wooden lift soon came into sight, providing him an way up to the tree city of Kelethin.
His boots made small clattering sounds as he walked up the ramp, and stepped on the platform lift. He pressed a tall, stick-like button, and a loud rumbling came from behind him. Slowly the lift went up, rumbling slightly.
It leveled with the giant platform with merchants and bridges that connected to different platforms. There were 2 other bridges connected to this platform, and Amril took the one on the right. He walked till he got to another plat form, and walked up a slanted ramp.
He came to a small house, and opened the door. Nobody was home...nobody had been home for 5 years. 30 minutes ago, he was at the place where is parents died...Crushbone. He had been seeking revenge ever since, to find Emporer Crush.
On a happier note, he lived happily with one friend, Lia. She had supported him when his parents died in the orc raid, and she had came by earlier, leaving him a loaf of bread and a jar of water. He silently thanked her, and sat down to begin his meal.
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Antonica, the biggest continet in all of Norrath. The human city of Freeport lay on the bay of the Ocean of Tears, giving a gateway to the rest of Antonica. Here lies on of the most lied about places in all of Norrath...the Aquaduct.
Rumors of ghostly activity take place there, but no one had come out alive to tell. A young party of adventurers, consisting of a young bard, Jjissae, a warrior, Neoth, and a cleric, Liuwin. They all treaded slowly down into the depths of the Aquaduct, always glancing around to make sure nothing was following them.
The leader, Jjissae, signled for the warrior, older and more expierenced, to go ahead and scout out. He dissappeared around the corner, making no slight sound. He never came back. A lone arrow came out of no where, piercing into the cleric's chest. He coughed up blood, not able to cast a healing spell, and slowly died. Jjissae ran, ran like nothing could stop him. He hastily got out of the well, and rolled on the ground, out of breath.
A merchant helped him up, and stared at where he had just came from. Jjissae thanked the merchant, and headed for the docks. He had to get out of here...and go back home, back to Kelethin.
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An attractive young girl walked in the door of Amril's house, her brown hair covering most of her face. Amril glanced up at her, and raised a hand, a signled 'Hi'.
"Well, you're finally back, Amril," Lia said, sitting in a lonesome chair.
"Hey, I have got to get my share of Orcslaying, and try to make a name for myself, like my father," Amril said softly.
"Orcslaying...how I hate it," Lia said bitterly.
"You're like my grandfather, then," Amril said, finishing the bread.
"Where is the old man anyway?" Lia asked.
"I don't know, probably working on some crazy spell," Amril said, taking a sip of water.
"Probably," Lia commented, and stood up.
Amril did as well. He walked out the door, and Lia followed. They both walked down the ramp, and into their favorite tavern. They both took a seat, and ordered mead.
They overheard drunkards talking about the orcish uproar in Antonica, and how they feared it would happen here too. Amril ignored there comments though, it wouldn't happen, not while he was still here.