Training
Uileloscadh Mór, the final battle between men and the demons of the Burning Hells, has come. Diablo, Lord of Terror, walks the earth in search of his brothers, Baal and Mephisto. The time has come for the Druids of Scosglen to emerge from the forests and unleash their fury.
I am Athéal-Tastaga, one of four Druid warriors preparing to set out for Kurast, a trading post on the Argentek river. The journey will be perilous and may claim my life. To try and prevent this from happining, I do some last minute training with my older brother Feenek-Tastaga, who was also chosen for the quest.
"Alright, you have proved quite adept at summoning, you do not posses the power to summon more fearsome creatures yet, but it will come in time" my brother reassured me.
"Now, let us test your skill with a spear" I proceeded to pick up my spear leaning against a birch that was standing about 5 feet from the moss covered stone circle that was used as a training ring.
I returned to my side of the of the stone and stood facing my brother who had already fallen into a fighting stance. I fell into my own stance and focused on my brother alone, the coo of a sparrow, or the rustling of a badger digging his home were lost.
"Ready?" He asked. I nodded and we slowly moved towards the center of the ring, and both started to move sideways in unison. I was the first to make a move, I made a quick jab at his left thigh which he easily deflected with the butt of his spear then quickly brought the head down and made a small gash on my right arm. A small grin appeared on his face as we continued to circle each other.
I made another attempt to hit him on the chest but he just deflected with the head of his spear then dropped down and swung the butt around and lifted both feet from under me. I realized what was going on in mid air and was able to continue turning over so I made a not so light landing on my feet. At this he gave a small chuckle and we began to circle once again.
This time, he was the one to make the move, but I was ready, I made his shot go over my left shoulder and I knocked him in the ribs with the butt of my spear. He did not grin nor laugh at this, he quickly drew back to attack again. He made stab me and I blocked, but this time my spear flew from my hands, I had misjudged how much force was behind the blow. He brought his spear back and made for my right shoulder, I ducked back and grabbed onto the shaft of the spear and twisted it from his hands as I spun around and put it to his throat.
We both stood for a moment breathing heavily until he broke the silence by saying "Good job little brother, your skill has improved to a level that is as great as warriors much older than you".But then he added with a smile "You just need to work on which end of the spear is too your enemy's throat". I then noticed that I was holding the butt of the spear to his throat "I don't think you will be cutting much with that". At this I gave a small laugh, lowered the spear and handed it back to him.
I walked over to where my spear had landed and we both returned to the home we shared; a small, stone walled hut, covered in vines. We both laid down in our beds made of stone and covered with the pelts bears who the spirits of nature had bestowed upon us. My brother fell asleep quickly, and his snoring filled the hut.
I laid awake for hours, thinking of how I may never walk through these woods again, never again wake to the sound of a bear forging for food. I thought of my brother alone in our hut, sitting on my bed, starring blankly at the floor. These thoughts troubled me deeply and I put them out of my mind as I drifted to sleep.
Well thats it for now, Its one of hopefully many chapters. Please submit reviews and don't hold back, I want this to be as good as it can be. Thanks for your time :P
Uileloscadh Mór, the final battle between men and the demons of the Burning Hells, has come. Diablo, Lord of Terror, walks the earth in search of his brothers, Baal and Mephisto. The time has come for the Druids of Scosglen to emerge from the forests and unleash their fury.
I am Athéal-Tastaga, one of four Druid warriors preparing to set out for Kurast, a trading post on the Argentek river. The journey will be perilous and may claim my life. To try and prevent this from happining, I do some last minute training with my older brother Feenek-Tastaga, who was also chosen for the quest.
"Alright, you have proved quite adept at summoning, you do not posses the power to summon more fearsome creatures yet, but it will come in time" my brother reassured me.
"Now, let us test your skill with a spear" I proceeded to pick up my spear leaning against a birch that was standing about 5 feet from the moss covered stone circle that was used as a training ring.
I returned to my side of the of the stone and stood facing my brother who had already fallen into a fighting stance. I fell into my own stance and focused on my brother alone, the coo of a sparrow, or the rustling of a badger digging his home were lost.
"Ready?" He asked. I nodded and we slowly moved towards the center of the ring, and both started to move sideways in unison. I was the first to make a move, I made a quick jab at his left thigh which he easily deflected with the butt of his spear then quickly brought the head down and made a small gash on my right arm. A small grin appeared on his face as we continued to circle each other.
I made another attempt to hit him on the chest but he just deflected with the head of his spear then dropped down and swung the butt around and lifted both feet from under me. I realized what was going on in mid air and was able to continue turning over so I made a not so light landing on my feet. At this he gave a small chuckle and we began to circle once again.
This time, he was the one to make the move, but I was ready, I made his shot go over my left shoulder and I knocked him in the ribs with the butt of my spear. He did not grin nor laugh at this, he quickly drew back to attack again. He made stab me and I blocked, but this time my spear flew from my hands, I had misjudged how much force was behind the blow. He brought his spear back and made for my right shoulder, I ducked back and grabbed onto the shaft of the spear and twisted it from his hands as I spun around and put it to his throat.
We both stood for a moment breathing heavily until he broke the silence by saying "Good job little brother, your skill has improved to a level that is as great as warriors much older than you".But then he added with a smile "You just need to work on which end of the spear is too your enemy's throat". I then noticed that I was holding the butt of the spear to his throat "I don't think you will be cutting much with that". At this I gave a small laugh, lowered the spear and handed it back to him.
I walked over to where my spear had landed and we both returned to the home we shared; a small, stone walled hut, covered in vines. We both laid down in our beds made of stone and covered with the pelts bears who the spirits of nature had bestowed upon us. My brother fell asleep quickly, and his snoring filled the hut.
I laid awake for hours, thinking of how I may never walk through these woods again, never again wake to the sound of a bear forging for food. I thought of my brother alone in our hut, sitting on my bed, starring blankly at the floor. These thoughts troubled me deeply and I put them out of my mind as I drifted to sleep.
Well thats it for now, Its one of hopefully many chapters. Please submit reviews and don't hold back, I want this to be as good as it can be. Thanks for your time :P