Raa! Hie again! Well, its taken a bit to write and get ready for the sight,
but I think.. finally.. it is. Long sigh. Got some action for ya in this
hap as well as some new characters, hope you enjoy! Reviews? Please? :P
Chapter 2: Skirmish at Helena
A dark shadow fell over the large, ugly brick prison building of Helena. However, the figure inside took no note of this as he was deeply engaged in a conversation with two of his best guards, who looked quite terrified at the moment. "Please, master Fruegel, we told you only what we know!" one guard said, his entire body trembling. Fruegel, an enormous giant of a man, with long spikes protruding from gauntlets he wore on massive hands, and a 500-pound bulk to boot snarled. "So you say they simply were too much for you?" "You are guards of helena prison for crying out loud!" "Simple knights of basil!" "The scum can hardly fight on a good day, yet you let them get away?" "Master Fruegel, these were different." "They had a leader who fought with great skill, he bore a lance and wore shining green armor." Fruegel scratched his pig-like snout. Indeed, the knights of basil were stronger than he had let on he knew to his men. His master had told him so. But was this really possible? Helena was one of the greatest and best fortified prison compounds in all of Endiness. How could simple knights of basil simply break free? His musings were cut short by a comment from one of his guards. "I do not think you are giving us much credit my lord, you act as if we haven't even fought back. One knight was captured. "Oh?" Fruegel said hopefully, and motioned for the guard to continue. "Yes, we have him down in the dungeons of the eastern section of this building. "And, what have you found out about him?" asked fruegel, growing a little impatient. "Only that he is a knight of basil," said the guard sarcastically. This was a huge mistake. "Do you not think I already knew that?!" Fruegel bellowed, and standing up with great agility for a giganto of his stature, used one hand to grasp the guards arm, while winding back with the other hand with the deadly, spiked glove on it. "Please!" "Nooooo, I am only telling you what I..." But the guard was cut off as Frugal swung, the gauntlet swishing through the air to connect with the guard's head, sending a shower of blood into the air. The man fell to the ground, screaming. "I do not take sarcasm!" "Especially from insignificant little wardens such as yourself." Fruegel bent down and picked him up. He swung the bloodied guard leisurely around as he spoke. "You have violated my rules of this prison one too many times my faithful warden." he said icily, and with that, raised the man into the air and hurled him across the large room. The other guard gasped as his fellows head hit first, cracking instantly at the force of the impact against the stone wall. The body fell to the ground like a rag doll, dripping blood onto the dirty concreet floor. "Perhaps you, my friend, can continue your guards story, as he is", Fruegel grinned cruelly, "no longer with us?" "Yes, sir." the guard said, trembling even more than he had before Fruegel had tossed his counterpart at the wall. "The knights broke out only just last night. "They overpowered three of our own Knights of Sandora before two of them were killed, one was running with his comrades and I put an arrow into his foot, my lord. The guard stopped, as if waiting for praise, but when none came, he hurriedly continued. He fell and I was able to use a spark-net to pull him back towards me, and the net, as you know, stuns anyone caught in it instantly. His fellows escaped. Fruegel stood there, thinking. Knights of basil... escaping... hmm... but what if... no it couldn't be. "Is that all?" he asked. "Yes, my lord." the warden said, bowing deeply. "Very well," he said. "You may go." With another low bow, the man turned and left, walking quickly from Fruegels chamber.
The lone knight listened closely to what a warden and another man, this one much larger were saying. Killed, yes, that had been sir Otak, one of his friends. The young knight silently adjusted his armor and watched. The giant suddenly stood and, with a cry of rage threw one of the men against a wall. The young knight snickered to himself. This "Fruegel", or whoever he was, apparently did not favor insults. At last, the other guard turned, and exited the great chamber. "Ah, now, to avenge Otak!" the knight thought, and putting his lance at a battle position, he gave a loud cry and charged the much larger Fruegel. "What in the..." Fruegel had been sitting for a few seconds, watching the guards retreating back, pondering calling him back and beating him up for no reason as well, (Helena had plenty wardens to spare), when a large knight came charging from the shadows at a far side of the room. The knight cleared much of the space between them in a graceful summersault, and came in low on Fruegel's right. Fruegel quickly vaulted himself up and over the high back of his chair, and using his immense strength, leapt at least 10 feet backwards to gain ground on the quickly approaching knight. The knight came on, lance in hand. This time Fruegel was ready for him. He met the lance with his left gauntlet, which had a special gem set into it. The strongest force could not shatter that gauntlet. The knight, surprised, recovered quickly. He did a sort of twirling flip backwards, came around, and aimed another deadly stab at Fruegel's midsection. The giant simply waited til the last moment, and then leapt over and behind the knight. The knight's momentum carried him forward, down to the stone floor he tumbled. Instinctively he rolled, and came up a few feet from Fruegel, whose foot had just come down right where he'd been. "Ground attack!" The knight used his chi to summon forces to carry him across the floor at supernatural speeds, and using this, he came straight for Fruegel, lance at the ready. The giant stumbled back, avoiding the lance by no more than a few inches. The giant stomped again, and this time the knight wasn't so lucky. The boot of Fruegel's massive foot came down on the knight's arm, and there was a crack! The knight cried out in surprise and pain, but nevertheless, was back on his feet. "Reinforcements at my chamber!" roared Fruegel, as he charged, attempting to pulverize the young knight with his bulk. The knight quickly leapt back, ducked around and came up behind Fruegel. He made three quick strokes with his lance, each connecting with the back of Fruegel's unprotected neck, and the giant howled in pain as they connected. By that time three wardens as well as two Sandoran knights were on their way down the corridor that lead to Fruegel's chamber. The knight saw them coming. "We will meet again, and I will avenge my friends." he said, and with that, turned and ran down the opposite route. He passed by countless corners and stairways on his way, and considering the layout of the building, or what his limited sources could tell him, he needed to find a green portal line. "There he is!" "Stop right there!" Great, those guards were chasing after him. His arm was slowing him down, and he needed to rest, having ran at least ten minutes now with his arm the way it was. However, he did not have time for pain or thinking, what he needed in fact, was time. Using his good arm, he stopped, powered up a limited blast of wind with his chi, and sent it speeding down the corridor toward the rapidly approaching guards. "What the?" one of the knights yelled. The young knight ran again, hoping his burst of wind had stalled them for a while. Ah, and there it was, a green line of portals, and there, he thought, was the stairway. However, the knight wasn't doing so well, his arm was bleeding from where the exposed bone was rubbing against his flesh, and the mind exertion was beginning to take it's hold on the loan warrior. "Gotta run," he breathed, "gotta keep aaaa!" An arrow had come hurtling down the corridor and pierced him in the side. He fell, blood pouring from the open wound, as this had been a bladed area and had done serious damage. "Got him!" the guard yelled in triumph. The young knight, lavitz of basil, lifted his eyes toward the stone ceiling, and prayed for a quick death...
Master Roshi sat in the midst of several village elders, his reptilian armor still glowing with the aftermath of the powerful spell he'd used. I stood to one side, looking on. "This gem, whatever it is, would not be found on just any marauding orc." stated the old man, eyes flashing from behind thick eyebrows. "Ah, but how do you know it could not be a cursed orcish pendant, those are known to be the chief traits of orc jewelry." "If it is indeed as you speak, Master Sanco," Roshi said, smiling slightly, "it would be caked with blood and dirt by now, this gem, as you see, is quite clean and well taken care of. "Also, it would not survive a revealing spell, which I am about to put on it." I leaned forward from my stone bench to get a look at the old man. He lifted his staff over the pendant and cried in a loud, strong voice, "Revelations, be unmasked!" The jewel crackled with blue white lightning, but did not shatter. "As you can see, it is still unmarred, and not to say I am the best spell caster of Seles, but this is no orcish pendant." Roshi smiled his kind, hard smile and turned to us. This, according to the spell, is one of the famed dragoon spirits of old."
The guard came for Lavitz, ready to run him through with the sandoran axe he boar. "These are the consequences of disobeying the law, now die!" The blade was inches from the knight's throat, when suddenly; the entire ceiling was no more. It simply was there one second, and then, seized to be. Dark energy tore the brick into nothing. It ate, devoured, and infected brick and morder til they were nothing. The astonished guard looked up, and what he saw made him cry out in terror and awe. A winged knight, complete with ornate helm, sword and shield, three times the size of a human. The wings stretched gracefully out at least 6 meters, and an aura of darkness enveloped the being. It hovered there for a moment, then, drew a dark rapier from a sheath on its back and scuerd the guard with one swift move. The dark sword cut through flesh and bone, leaving a cold frost in its wake, killing, eating life away. "Who?" the knight gasped, and then feinted. The dark knight picked up the wounded man, and flew off, towards the great and powerful city of basil...
Well? What do you think? Sors, thanks for the review. I'm sorry about quotes and stuff, those aren't really my strong point, but I'm trying! What I'm doing right now is working on getting the characters in their places, if you get what I mean. But I will go back and edit. Hope you enjoyed the fight scenes hehe. Seeya next time
Chapter 2: Skirmish at Helena
A dark shadow fell over the large, ugly brick prison building of Helena. However, the figure inside took no note of this as he was deeply engaged in a conversation with two of his best guards, who looked quite terrified at the moment. "Please, master Fruegel, we told you only what we know!" one guard said, his entire body trembling. Fruegel, an enormous giant of a man, with long spikes protruding from gauntlets he wore on massive hands, and a 500-pound bulk to boot snarled. "So you say they simply were too much for you?" "You are guards of helena prison for crying out loud!" "Simple knights of basil!" "The scum can hardly fight on a good day, yet you let them get away?" "Master Fruegel, these were different." "They had a leader who fought with great skill, he bore a lance and wore shining green armor." Fruegel scratched his pig-like snout. Indeed, the knights of basil were stronger than he had let on he knew to his men. His master had told him so. But was this really possible? Helena was one of the greatest and best fortified prison compounds in all of Endiness. How could simple knights of basil simply break free? His musings were cut short by a comment from one of his guards. "I do not think you are giving us much credit my lord, you act as if we haven't even fought back. One knight was captured. "Oh?" Fruegel said hopefully, and motioned for the guard to continue. "Yes, we have him down in the dungeons of the eastern section of this building. "And, what have you found out about him?" asked fruegel, growing a little impatient. "Only that he is a knight of basil," said the guard sarcastically. This was a huge mistake. "Do you not think I already knew that?!" Fruegel bellowed, and standing up with great agility for a giganto of his stature, used one hand to grasp the guards arm, while winding back with the other hand with the deadly, spiked glove on it. "Please!" "Nooooo, I am only telling you what I..." But the guard was cut off as Frugal swung, the gauntlet swishing through the air to connect with the guard's head, sending a shower of blood into the air. The man fell to the ground, screaming. "I do not take sarcasm!" "Especially from insignificant little wardens such as yourself." Fruegel bent down and picked him up. He swung the bloodied guard leisurely around as he spoke. "You have violated my rules of this prison one too many times my faithful warden." he said icily, and with that, raised the man into the air and hurled him across the large room. The other guard gasped as his fellows head hit first, cracking instantly at the force of the impact against the stone wall. The body fell to the ground like a rag doll, dripping blood onto the dirty concreet floor. "Perhaps you, my friend, can continue your guards story, as he is", Fruegel grinned cruelly, "no longer with us?" "Yes, sir." the guard said, trembling even more than he had before Fruegel had tossed his counterpart at the wall. "The knights broke out only just last night. "They overpowered three of our own Knights of Sandora before two of them were killed, one was running with his comrades and I put an arrow into his foot, my lord. The guard stopped, as if waiting for praise, but when none came, he hurriedly continued. He fell and I was able to use a spark-net to pull him back towards me, and the net, as you know, stuns anyone caught in it instantly. His fellows escaped. Fruegel stood there, thinking. Knights of basil... escaping... hmm... but what if... no it couldn't be. "Is that all?" he asked. "Yes, my lord." the warden said, bowing deeply. "Very well," he said. "You may go." With another low bow, the man turned and left, walking quickly from Fruegels chamber.
The lone knight listened closely to what a warden and another man, this one much larger were saying. Killed, yes, that had been sir Otak, one of his friends. The young knight silently adjusted his armor and watched. The giant suddenly stood and, with a cry of rage threw one of the men against a wall. The young knight snickered to himself. This "Fruegel", or whoever he was, apparently did not favor insults. At last, the other guard turned, and exited the great chamber. "Ah, now, to avenge Otak!" the knight thought, and putting his lance at a battle position, he gave a loud cry and charged the much larger Fruegel. "What in the..." Fruegel had been sitting for a few seconds, watching the guards retreating back, pondering calling him back and beating him up for no reason as well, (Helena had plenty wardens to spare), when a large knight came charging from the shadows at a far side of the room. The knight cleared much of the space between them in a graceful summersault, and came in low on Fruegel's right. Fruegel quickly vaulted himself up and over the high back of his chair, and using his immense strength, leapt at least 10 feet backwards to gain ground on the quickly approaching knight. The knight came on, lance in hand. This time Fruegel was ready for him. He met the lance with his left gauntlet, which had a special gem set into it. The strongest force could not shatter that gauntlet. The knight, surprised, recovered quickly. He did a sort of twirling flip backwards, came around, and aimed another deadly stab at Fruegel's midsection. The giant simply waited til the last moment, and then leapt over and behind the knight. The knight's momentum carried him forward, down to the stone floor he tumbled. Instinctively he rolled, and came up a few feet from Fruegel, whose foot had just come down right where he'd been. "Ground attack!" The knight used his chi to summon forces to carry him across the floor at supernatural speeds, and using this, he came straight for Fruegel, lance at the ready. The giant stumbled back, avoiding the lance by no more than a few inches. The giant stomped again, and this time the knight wasn't so lucky. The boot of Fruegel's massive foot came down on the knight's arm, and there was a crack! The knight cried out in surprise and pain, but nevertheless, was back on his feet. "Reinforcements at my chamber!" roared Fruegel, as he charged, attempting to pulverize the young knight with his bulk. The knight quickly leapt back, ducked around and came up behind Fruegel. He made three quick strokes with his lance, each connecting with the back of Fruegel's unprotected neck, and the giant howled in pain as they connected. By that time three wardens as well as two Sandoran knights were on their way down the corridor that lead to Fruegel's chamber. The knight saw them coming. "We will meet again, and I will avenge my friends." he said, and with that, turned and ran down the opposite route. He passed by countless corners and stairways on his way, and considering the layout of the building, or what his limited sources could tell him, he needed to find a green portal line. "There he is!" "Stop right there!" Great, those guards were chasing after him. His arm was slowing him down, and he needed to rest, having ran at least ten minutes now with his arm the way it was. However, he did not have time for pain or thinking, what he needed in fact, was time. Using his good arm, he stopped, powered up a limited blast of wind with his chi, and sent it speeding down the corridor toward the rapidly approaching guards. "What the?" one of the knights yelled. The young knight ran again, hoping his burst of wind had stalled them for a while. Ah, and there it was, a green line of portals, and there, he thought, was the stairway. However, the knight wasn't doing so well, his arm was bleeding from where the exposed bone was rubbing against his flesh, and the mind exertion was beginning to take it's hold on the loan warrior. "Gotta run," he breathed, "gotta keep aaaa!" An arrow had come hurtling down the corridor and pierced him in the side. He fell, blood pouring from the open wound, as this had been a bladed area and had done serious damage. "Got him!" the guard yelled in triumph. The young knight, lavitz of basil, lifted his eyes toward the stone ceiling, and prayed for a quick death...
Master Roshi sat in the midst of several village elders, his reptilian armor still glowing with the aftermath of the powerful spell he'd used. I stood to one side, looking on. "This gem, whatever it is, would not be found on just any marauding orc." stated the old man, eyes flashing from behind thick eyebrows. "Ah, but how do you know it could not be a cursed orcish pendant, those are known to be the chief traits of orc jewelry." "If it is indeed as you speak, Master Sanco," Roshi said, smiling slightly, "it would be caked with blood and dirt by now, this gem, as you see, is quite clean and well taken care of. "Also, it would not survive a revealing spell, which I am about to put on it." I leaned forward from my stone bench to get a look at the old man. He lifted his staff over the pendant and cried in a loud, strong voice, "Revelations, be unmasked!" The jewel crackled with blue white lightning, but did not shatter. "As you can see, it is still unmarred, and not to say I am the best spell caster of Seles, but this is no orcish pendant." Roshi smiled his kind, hard smile and turned to us. This, according to the spell, is one of the famed dragoon spirits of old."
The guard came for Lavitz, ready to run him through with the sandoran axe he boar. "These are the consequences of disobeying the law, now die!" The blade was inches from the knight's throat, when suddenly; the entire ceiling was no more. It simply was there one second, and then, seized to be. Dark energy tore the brick into nothing. It ate, devoured, and infected brick and morder til they were nothing. The astonished guard looked up, and what he saw made him cry out in terror and awe. A winged knight, complete with ornate helm, sword and shield, three times the size of a human. The wings stretched gracefully out at least 6 meters, and an aura of darkness enveloped the being. It hovered there for a moment, then, drew a dark rapier from a sheath on its back and scuerd the guard with one swift move. The dark sword cut through flesh and bone, leaving a cold frost in its wake, killing, eating life away. "Who?" the knight gasped, and then feinted. The dark knight picked up the wounded man, and flew off, towards the great and powerful city of basil...
Well? What do you think? Sors, thanks for the review. I'm sorry about quotes and stuff, those aren't really my strong point, but I'm trying! What I'm doing right now is working on getting the characters in their places, if you get what I mean. But I will go back and edit. Hope you enjoyed the fight scenes hehe. Seeya next time