Huonekasvi
24-12-04, 12:14 PM
Well, i just felt an urge to write a story. I welcome all advices. Continued should someone want to hear more.
The Ghoul flew several feet away from the hammer that had just hit it's skull. It barely had realized what had hit it.
Then again, did it ever have a conciousness? The ghoul next to the first one took a slash at me with it's nasty looking claws,
but it's flimsy attack hit straight onto my shoulderpad, which made it equivalent if it had missed. It's pathetic attack was to be it's last,
as i swiftly tightened my grip of my hammer and swinged. The swing hit the ghoul into it's right shoulder, and it fell down. The ghoul growled in pain on the ground, and i decided to end it's suffering and give it's soul peace.
Two reconnassaince ghouls, no doubt. But I, Theodas Wintermoon, sacred Paladin of Lordaeron, was not to be smitten down by a few advocates of the Scourge!
I ran to the direction the ghouls had come from, looked of the ridge and saw what i had feared. A Cult encampent. No doubt of it, now that the scouts lay dead at my feet, the Cult in this region would know that it had hostiles in the area.
I, too, had been on a reconnassaince when i had bumped it to the ghouls. Now i had to inform my men that we were dealing with undead forces.
I walked back towards the camp, moonlight shone on my face. A full moon. As i stopped to look more closely to the stars, i couldn't help to think about
what would happen tomorrow. I would have to lead my thinned ranks of footmen and a few knights, without any healing powers or other magicks besides mine, towards the battle against the Cult. The Cult, however,
could have anything. Abominations, those monsterous creatures sewn together from patches of flesh, or Meat wagons, the horrendous siege machines that used our footmens corpses as ammunition. Or Both.
I shook the thoughts from my mind and continued towards the camp. The camp was already asleep, i guess the men needed sleep after the long march. However, i had to meditate.
The inevitable battle would require all of my strength. As i sat down next to the campfire, i noticed a shady character appear from the forest. Judging from the mohawk and throwing axes, it was a troll.
(I Couldn't have written this much without the inspiring music made by Dragonforce)
So please, thoughts, ideas, critic, anything! :y-thumbsu
The Ghoul flew several feet away from the hammer that had just hit it's skull. It barely had realized what had hit it.
Then again, did it ever have a conciousness? The ghoul next to the first one took a slash at me with it's nasty looking claws,
but it's flimsy attack hit straight onto my shoulderpad, which made it equivalent if it had missed. It's pathetic attack was to be it's last,
as i swiftly tightened my grip of my hammer and swinged. The swing hit the ghoul into it's right shoulder, and it fell down. The ghoul growled in pain on the ground, and i decided to end it's suffering and give it's soul peace.
Two reconnassaince ghouls, no doubt. But I, Theodas Wintermoon, sacred Paladin of Lordaeron, was not to be smitten down by a few advocates of the Scourge!
I ran to the direction the ghouls had come from, looked of the ridge and saw what i had feared. A Cult encampent. No doubt of it, now that the scouts lay dead at my feet, the Cult in this region would know that it had hostiles in the area.
I, too, had been on a reconnassaince when i had bumped it to the ghouls. Now i had to inform my men that we were dealing with undead forces.
I walked back towards the camp, moonlight shone on my face. A full moon. As i stopped to look more closely to the stars, i couldn't help to think about
what would happen tomorrow. I would have to lead my thinned ranks of footmen and a few knights, without any healing powers or other magicks besides mine, towards the battle against the Cult. The Cult, however,
could have anything. Abominations, those monsterous creatures sewn together from patches of flesh, or Meat wagons, the horrendous siege machines that used our footmens corpses as ammunition. Or Both.
I shook the thoughts from my mind and continued towards the camp. The camp was already asleep, i guess the men needed sleep after the long march. However, i had to meditate.
The inevitable battle would require all of my strength. As i sat down next to the campfire, i noticed a shady character appear from the forest. Judging from the mohawk and throwing axes, it was a troll.
(I Couldn't have written this much without the inspiring music made by Dragonforce)
So please, thoughts, ideas, critic, anything! :y-thumbsu