| Into the dark; The Vaas series. | |
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| Vaascrit | 18th June 2007 - 07:29 PM Post #1 |
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Skryre rat. Born and bred.
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Okay, this is my first time writing and therefore be gentle. I plan on starting a series told from the point of view of an Empire Wizard, Vaas Kearney of the Bright College, and various allies. This ones a bit long but.. oh well. First installment, Into the Dark... ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~ It all started with the Prophecy... Beneath the night sky, The birds do sing. A magical Glaive, A sanctified ring. Blessed by Sigmar by warrior true. Shining gold armour, Gemstone blue. The warrior is born, to peasant stead. Cult of Warrior King, the boy is lead. Learnt to fight, learnt to kill, learned to smite Show them, the heathen's the true Gods might. Into the darkness, the good man shall stride. Head full of wonder, Mind full of pride. He shall smite the vermin, free the lands, That had fallen into their hands. Though, he shall appear triumphant. A violant disease shall run rampant. Into his city, the good man will tread. That the disease will begin to spread. The fall of his kingdom, brought down on him The vermin shall rise from up from the dim. Revenge for the attack first made foolish. Descendant of that great king, they will vanquish. Two generations later, the story meets its end. This story, is the beginning of the end. And the beginning of the end begins in a small town on the outskirts of Altdorf in the local chapel of Sigmar. Inside its most snctified halls is a man, dressed in ornate red robes and flashy golden trinkets listens to a priest give his speeches. This days teachings being of Sigmars great victory against the Orcs of an area known now as The Seraphims Grave. This man, dressed in his most opulant gear, is Vaas Kearney, wizard of the Bright college. Some might ask what he was doing in their chapel. He simply answers, "Praying." Before continuing what he is doing. This was true, to some respects, but there were deeper reasons for this. He had actually returned to see his family. He had not seen them for a good 16 years now whilst he had been studing at the college. The preachings ended and he left, not before depositing a large amount of golden peices into the collection box and strode back into the street. This would be his last day in his village before he left back to Altdorf. He was a little sad, but didn't mind too much as he could come back at a later date. He passed a local fruit stall and stared at its spoils for a moment, breifly picking up an apple and looking at it scornfully. The keeper, known as Old Wiley, smiled wryly at him. "Tha' thar.." He trilled in an odd accent, "is one of dis 'ere towns best produce. Sweet like de summar dew tha' is." This was, of course, was a complete lie. First of all, it was bruised and battered, secondly it was a cooking apple, and so unsuitable for eating as it would be sour. Vaas sniffed it before nodding and tossing a few coins this way. As he walked away, the seller sniggered lightly as he waited for the cry of disgust. Unfortunatly as he looked onwards as the fancy man strode into the crowd, a narrow flame shot out from his hands and the crowds leapt out of his way in fear. The apple made a pleasing crackling sound and Vaas strode onward through the newly made pathway which seemed to open up as he walked along even without the show of pyromancy. Annoyed Wiley laid back in his chair, which proceeded to break, and sniffed the air as it filled with the smell of cooking apples. Eating the last remains of the well cooked fruit, Vaas passed a sign on a tavern door. He stopped, dopping the core for the dogs to eat and read what it said. Along the top was written: "RECRUITS WANTED." Further on it described a man who was wanting a group for his raiding party on an attack of a newly discovered herd of beasts seting up camp in a nearby forest. Intrigued he follwed the streets to the address detailed on the notice. Knocking sharply on the door, a small Dwarf opened answered. "'Ello? 'oo is it?" He said in another strong accent. "Vaas. Vaas Keaney, I'm here for the raiding party. Am I too late?" He replied in a rather more up-market voice, words elequantly flowing from his mouth. The dwarf looked him up and... well just up. "Yeer a Wiizahrd, ain't yee? We needed one o' those. Come in. Wipe yeer feet," Vaas nodded and stepped into the threshold, wiping his feet diligently. Inside, there was a collection of other men. Two were playing cards whilst the other was warming his feet by the fire. Also joining the group was an elf, strangly enough. He stood tall against the back wall, looking out the grimy window. The dwarf walked past him and slammed the key against the table. "Reet, yee lot! We 'ave our final member. 'Ees a wizahrd. No points fer guessing." The other occupants nodding or grunted in his direction. Only the elf actually spoke, "Pleased to meet you. I am Ethilasador of Tor Yvesse. What is your name?" "Vaas Kearney. Its a pleasure to meet you too!" He turned to the room, mainly those within it, "And, they are?" Smiling the elf turned, putting a thin, yet strangely strong arm round him. With his other arm, he points to each otf the men, starting with the man at the fire. "Thats Bill McCournley. He runs the local bar., " moving to the cards players he made a waving action. "They are Minty and Paul. They're brothers from a nearby town from here. And that.." He says unhappily at the dwarf, "is Skalf Stronghammer. He is the 'leader' of this party. Also the one whom found out the Chaos group." Ethilasador shook his head, "Come, sit down and we will tell you our plans..." I will post later with updates.. my fingers have cramped up. |
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I need the strength of spirit old, give me courage and feelings bold. Like the earth I shall be strong, give me the power to undo wrong
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| Vaascrit | 19th June 2007 - 06:40 AM Post #2 |
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Skryre rat. Born and bred.
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Okay, heres the update. Vaas was directed to an old, worm-eaten seat and asked to sit down. Either side of him sat down the one whom the elf called Minty and the other side was the elf himself. Skalf walked out of the room for a moment in which time Vaas smiled politely and unrequiting face untill he returned. When he did so, he carried a largish, well for the dwarf, map and a collection of old peices of wood. Spreading he map down on the table, having to stand on a chair to get a good vantage point, he began arranging the lumps of wood on it. The map clearly marked the village, it its grounds were five of the peices, supposedlt representing the group. Another town, further up held another four peices and the largest peice, which looked to Vaas like a tray from the local bar, was over the wood. The dwarf then began to move the five peices of themselves towards the forest along the road. "Reet. Our journey begins when we 'itch a ride on one of 'em carrage trains going towards Little Hammel in the north, where we will meet up with a couple o' pals o' mine." At this Ethilasador sighed and laid back, obviously not pleased by the arrival of more dwarves. Unperturbed, Skalf continued, "When we 'ave met up, we will then go inta the forest via a small and disused route. I happened to know where their camp is, so we'll follow tha' route intill we are withing hearing range of the forest." The group nodded and Vaas just merely looked confused, what he really wanted to know is 'what am I getting out of this'? Continuing, Skalf began to dictate the battle plan. "To begin with, the elf and the wizahrd will shoot the largest of the beast things, taking out the biggest threats. When the group comes near. we will jump out and surprise them. When this is over, its a simple matter of catching that camp and moving on untill all the chaos is wiped from the forest." with this, he sat back proudly and cast a waving wand over the map, indicating he would like a responce. Most clapped tentativly, but Vaas stood up. "Do you know how many beast-kin there are in that wood Skalf?" The dwarf shook his head, "Nae. No' exact. Some three score Id imagine." "You hope more like! Ive seen beast herds grow into hundreds before considered a herd. You expect some... ten men," At this point both Skalf and Ethilasador interupted,"4 men, five dwarves and an elf." He corrected, " to take on this horde! You're mad." Skalf pulled himself up to his full height. "Mabe I am lad. But, you've got no choice now. We're leaving in the morning." Vaas laughed and made his way to the door. "I'm leaving, unlike you, I want to live!" As he put his hand to the knob and twisted it, the dor did not move. He tried agian before realising what had happened and made to grab the key on the table. Unfortunatly, Skalf had already pocketed it. "Why dont you get some sleep, 'lad. EArly start tommorrow to catch the train." |
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I need the strength of spirit old, give me courage and feelings bold. Like the earth I shall be strong, give me the power to undo wrong
~ Jessie Symes | |
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| Morkskittar | 19th June 2007 - 03:05 PM Post #3 |
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The Tunnel's Resident Rodent Ecologist
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Nice poem. ![]() That's a mean Dwarf. I like it, although there are some typos scattered throughout it. Keep writing! ![]() Pillz |
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| Vaascrit | 20th June 2007 - 06:16 AM Post #4 |
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Yeah, I'm good at hiding those typos in! Sorry, there wont be an update now but later today thwere will be.. I'm so tired at the moment.
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I need the strength of spirit old, give me courage and feelings bold. Like the earth I shall be strong, give me the power to undo wrong
~ Jessie Symes | |
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| Vaascrit | 20th June 2007 - 04:25 PM Post #5 |
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Skryre rat. Born and bred.
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And so, it came to this: Altdorfs most promising young fire wizard stuck in a small wooden house in a dingy little street, tied up and not being let out. Some might ask why he didnt try and escape and the answer is, He did. However the problems were these: He was heavily outnumbered, the door was locked and the dwarf held someform of trinket which drew in the magics around him, meaning Vaas couldn't get off a spell bigger than a simple pipe-lighter. He knew better than to sit there complaining, but nonetheless did so anyway. "Let me go!" "No." "I mean it, let me go this instant." "No." "Go on.. I'll give you money." "No." It went on like this all night until Ethilasador put him to sleep using an elven herb. Morning came and Vaas woke to find himself in somewhere dark. He appeared to be in a cart which was trundling its steady way along a rocky road. He could hear the faint chirping of birds nearby and voices further up in the cabin. The wizard also noticed the clothes he was wearing were not the clothes he started in. He was wearing a leather jerkin and cotton trousers, on his feet were some stout boots and he had rubber gloves on. He took a few moments to frown at his attire fruitfully before attempting anything else. With a complicated series of movements, he managed to stand up and promptly fall over again, smashing his head against a birdcage and causing a bit of a panic to its occupant. This of course attracted attention to the driver who came into the back and bashed him round the head with a wooden shape of somesort. The room went black once again. When he awoke again, he didn't dare move, partly out of fear of being heard and clobbered again, and partly because everytime he did move, it caused him great pain. He sat there for a few more moments before a thought struck him, what if the dwarf was elsewhere? He tried to cast a simple fire spell onto his bindings and escape, unfortunatly the dwarf did indeed appear to be near and all that happened was a faint puff of smoke emitted from the tips of his fingers with a pathetic 'Phzzttpff' noise. All of a sudden, there was a loud cry and the cart halted, knocking the bird cage, sitting on the shelf above him, to fall on his head. The bird inside squaked loudly and wouldn't shut up. This was the least of his worries however as there seemed to a fight going on around him. Bandits, thought Vaas, how convient. He grew more agitated when he realised that there was a brief silence before a muffled noise, not human though as it was too high. Crawling his way to the window, he saw before him the driver's body dead and then the rest of his group lying down, tied up upon the grass. They didn't seemed too badly hurt and concious. Then, a shape moved from behind the other side of the coach and took out a club, the figure was hunched and appeared to have a tail. As Vaas looked closer, the figure appeared to be a rat, but horrifically large on walked on its hind legs. The creature went round each captive and clubbed them charply round the back of his head. Vaas watched on for a few minutes before realising it was silent. The bird hasd stopped making noise. Slowly, he turned round to find another rat, more of the regular sort now, but still freakishly large chewing on what seemed, now, to be a Cathayan dream catcher. The rat looked up, squeeked and fled. For a moment, Vaas seemed relieved before realising what might be happening and tried to hide, unfortunatly there was no-where to hide and when the rat-man entered he simply clubbed the already tied figure and once again, the wizard found himself slipping into darkness again.... |
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I need the strength of spirit old, give me courage and feelings bold. Like the earth I shall be strong, give me the power to undo wrong
~ Jessie Symes | |
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| Vaascrit | 21st June 2007 - 07:26 PM Post #6 |
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Skryre rat. Born and bred.
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Throb, throb, throb. Vaas' head pounded heavily as he regained conciousness. He opened his eyes and it made no difference, he was sitting in the pitch dark. He was vaguely aware of a slight dampness around him and the presence of others. Either side of him, there was heavy breathing and the chinkling of chains. The wizard leaned over to whisper to the one on his left when he lept back in fear. At that moment, a spark of green flashed down what was now established as a tunnel and illuminated a horrific sight. Infront of him, mere inches away, was a scar-ridden and dirt patched snout of a rat, like he had seen take over the caravan. This leap backwards, collided him with another figure who he assumed was another rat-man. The figure squeeked in a terrified way and lashed out, narrowly missing Vaas' ear. After a few more hopeless lashes, the slave calmed down and left Vaas lying in the dirt, very scared. Aww, shoot, thought the man, where in the name of Sigmar am I? By now, his eyes had begin to adjust and he could make out the outlines of various things. The whole cavern was full of slaves all sitting there dejected, their hands chained together and feet clamped. He shuddered slightly and continues to look around the room. He saw various instruments of torture on the walls and cages containing rats with horrible injuries and mutations. This truely is the pits of Morr, thought Vaas. Then, his eyes picked out the group of mis-shaped bodies of other men. Then one body of a dwarf and one of the elf. The Rading Party! Who cares if they were a crazed bunch of idiots, they are the nearest friendly face around. He crawled his way through the muck, which he was sure wasn't just dirt, he made his way to the feet of the elf. Sittting up he whispers quietly, "Psst Ethi-" He could not finish his sentence as his small whisper had started a huge amount of scared chittering amongst the other occupants. The scratching increased to a louder noise like a saw and the chinkling of the chains rattled all the way down the corridor. Soon after, the tunnel leading to here began to light up and a large rat made his way to the slaves. He shouted something incoherent and whipped the slaves untill they fell back into silence. Well, silence isnt really the right words, the rats had been hit still cried in pain and writhed on the earth. When the larger slave master had left Vaas tried again, this time getting right to Ethilasadors ear. Except, he realized that the elf was still unconcious. A small trickle of blood had run down his head and dried giving him a more macabre look. Sighing again, Vaas made his way back to his space, but as he turned he got a kick in the leg. Snapping round, he saw Skalf smiling at him. The dwarf beckoned him over and whispered hoarsly to him. "The amulet was left on the coach..." He said before slipping down again. Vaas panicked and felt his neck. His heart was still beating, he still breathed, just back unconcious. Vaas was still bonded with rope as the raiding party had tied him. With careful deliberations, he angled his thumb to the knot and cast a simlpe pipe-lighter spell. The light caused was enough to start the slaves crying again, which made Vaas panic. He jumped and tripped his way over untill he reached the tunnel entrance and waited for the pack master to come and sort the slaves did. And when he did... well, the smell of burning fur doesnt smell nice.... |
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I need the strength of spirit old, give me courage and feelings bold. Like the earth I shall be strong, give me the power to undo wrong
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| Gaijin323 | 21st June 2007 - 09:15 PM Post #7 |
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very nice. you have a nack for writing accents. you should write a short story for the skavenblight gazette i saw a thread about posting articles for them. |
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| Vaascrit | 22nd June 2007 - 06:22 PM Post #8 |
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Skryre rat. Born and bred.
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Thank you! Greatly appreciated. As for the Gazette... I dont think I could fit it in... Update! A shorter one this time... Vaas leant over to search the body for anytihng useful and for some reason felt extremely guilty for killing it. He was also aware of the hundreds of glinting eyes in the darkness watching him in a sort of awed silence. He smiled at them, then stopped suddenly just incase they would take this as a threat like the dogs in Altdorf. Embarrassed he returned to scavanging things off the body. The only thing salvagable after the burnings was the sword which still was very warm. Of course being a Pyromancer, this mattered not. Slowly, as to not bump into the slaves, he made his way to the others of his party and managed to set them free via a series of hacks with a sword and a helping hand in the form of a super heated finger tip. Paul had to carry Ethilasador, who was still dead to the world and Minty hauled Skalf along. Together, they began to make their way to the exit when the series of scratching and screaming from the mass of slaves began again. "Let-Let us free!" "Stop!" "They catch-find you!" Vaas even momentarily stopped to remark of how the spoke common but was then pushed on by Bill as they made their escape... Or so they thought, they found upon exiting that cavern, found themselves in a series of poorly lit tunnels. The vermin scuttled across the floor in fear of the larger creatures as they ran randomly along one of the tunnels. For ages they ran, unable to see for most of it and totally no clue of where they were headed. Soon, they grew tired of finding their way out of the tunnel when they saw a light ahead. Making their way towards in a hopefull manner, their thoughts shattered as they entered a large hall, almost like an auditorium. Luckily for them it was empty bar the usual scuttling and chittering of smaller rats. At the centre was a large arena whose sides were splattered with blood and florr scattered with bones. The group had no idea what went on here, and did not wish to know. They moved on, not wanting to stay in the room lest they be forced to fight some unspeakable horror in the arena and exited through another tunnel. Or so they thought was a tunnel. They once again found themselves in a large enclosed space, this time lighted better via large ominous green lights which seemed to glow with an unseen power. Incense burners surrounded the area and swung from the roof. Vaas was vaguley aware of a large shape in the centre of the room. It made slight chinkling noises and moved slightly, as if breathing. As they approached they found it was. It was a horrific sight. At first all it seemed was a mass of muscled but it was the size of a troll, but had the features of a rat, the head, the tail, the claws. It whined pitifully alone, hands bound to the ground by rusted chains. Across its body was a series of scars and what looked like needlework. Vaas managed to feel a new level of hate of these rat people and urged the group to flee onwards, away from the creature, away from the cries... |
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I need the strength of spirit old, give me courage and feelings bold. Like the earth I shall be strong, give me the power to undo wrong
~ Jessie Symes | |
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I like it, although there are some typos scattered throughout it. Keep writing! 

