Post by Mahn on Mar 21, 2010 13:07:00 GMT -6
The Legends
Chapter One
"I am your instructor and you have all been brought here to Death Hall because you are the best", the broad, bearded man said. "I am Lt. Vorez and you all will learn the secret arts to using all forms of weapons in battle from all the sharpest swords to the sturdiest hammers. Let's have you all introduce yourselves."
This was 35 years ago to the day, in the powerful empire of Anara. The Anarans believed in physical discipline to the mental capabilities of all of their warriors and there is no exception to the present...
"Mahn! Is there a Mahn here!?", boomed Lt. Vorez as he scours the room. A broad shoulder, young man, not past the age of 25, gently puts down his cloth and silver double-bladed axe; and stands up slowly. He has blue eyes and short brown hair. He was of average height but you could tell he had great physical strength. He had a worn-out plate harness over his chest, with some plate leggings which had several scrapes and dents in them, and these tough steel boots. He had several scars over his chest and arms; You could tell he has seen his fair share of fights.
"I am Mahn and I am the son of the Great Warlord Zahn. You be sure to remember my name for you all will praise it one day."
Lt. Vorez's jaw dropped as he and the rest of the men watched the young man sit back down. He then reached for his cloth and started polishing his huge axe.
"Well, I think this is enough for today. We will begin training tomorrow so be sure to get plenty of rest", said Lt. Vorez. He watched all the men, ranging from their late 20's to their 30's, pile out of the room while Mahn continued to polish his axe. Lt. Vorez walked slowly over to where Mahn was sitting.
"I knew your father. He was a great man. He killed many chaotics in his day and died with honor."
"I am not my father, Vorez," Mahn said as he grabbed his cloth and axe with ease, and slowly walked out of the room with his huge axe leaning on his shoulder...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle; An intelligent and talented young man was studying his parchment. He was of average-build, in his early 20's, but quick with his hands. He had a small knife dangling from his waist. He wore a golden robe with a grey cloak and a black hat. His cloak had a mystical, black aura eminating from it. You could tell he was skillful in the dark arts of Magick. A young boy, not older then 15, then suddenly barged into the room.
"What is it now, Billy?" inquired the man not looking up from his paper.
"Sir Kija! Sir Kija! I have heard you are heading to the Radiant Tower to train more in the dark arts! I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you!" exclaimed the boy while rushing to the small table.
"Billy, calm yourself. This is something I must do on my own. I must become a master in all forms of Magick if I am to become a great and powerful Mage", Kija said calmly, never looking up from his parchment. He then closed his eyes, rolled up the paper, and put it in his inside robe pocket. He then gets up from his chair and pushes it back under the table. He walks slowly over to the doorway and turns back towards Billy.
"Don't worry. I have studied and trained hard. They will fear my powerful Lighting blast", and with grin on his face, he walked out of the room with his cloak blowing behind him...
Chapter One
"I am your instructor and you have all been brought here to Death Hall because you are the best", the broad, bearded man said. "I am Lt. Vorez and you all will learn the secret arts to using all forms of weapons in battle from all the sharpest swords to the sturdiest hammers. Let's have you all introduce yourselves."
This was 35 years ago to the day, in the powerful empire of Anara. The Anarans believed in physical discipline to the mental capabilities of all of their warriors and there is no exception to the present...
"Mahn! Is there a Mahn here!?", boomed Lt. Vorez as he scours the room. A broad shoulder, young man, not past the age of 25, gently puts down his cloth and silver double-bladed axe; and stands up slowly. He has blue eyes and short brown hair. He was of average height but you could tell he had great physical strength. He had a worn-out plate harness over his chest, with some plate leggings which had several scrapes and dents in them, and these tough steel boots. He had several scars over his chest and arms; You could tell he has seen his fair share of fights.
"I am Mahn and I am the son of the Great Warlord Zahn. You be sure to remember my name for you all will praise it one day."
Lt. Vorez's jaw dropped as he and the rest of the men watched the young man sit back down. He then reached for his cloth and started polishing his huge axe.
"Well, I think this is enough for today. We will begin training tomorrow so be sure to get plenty of rest", said Lt. Vorez. He watched all the men, ranging from their late 20's to their 30's, pile out of the room while Mahn continued to polish his axe. Lt. Vorez walked slowly over to where Mahn was sitting.
"I knew your father. He was a great man. He killed many chaotics in his day and died with honor."
"I am not my father, Vorez," Mahn said as he grabbed his cloth and axe with ease, and slowly walked out of the room with his huge axe leaning on his shoulder...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle; An intelligent and talented young man was studying his parchment. He was of average-build, in his early 20's, but quick with his hands. He had a small knife dangling from his waist. He wore a golden robe with a grey cloak and a black hat. His cloak had a mystical, black aura eminating from it. You could tell he was skillful in the dark arts of Magick. A young boy, not older then 15, then suddenly barged into the room.
"What is it now, Billy?" inquired the man not looking up from his paper.
"Sir Kija! Sir Kija! I have heard you are heading to the Radiant Tower to train more in the dark arts! I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you!" exclaimed the boy while rushing to the small table.
"Billy, calm yourself. This is something I must do on my own. I must become a master in all forms of Magick if I am to become a great and powerful Mage", Kija said calmly, never looking up from his parchment. He then closed his eyes, rolled up the paper, and put it in his inside robe pocket. He then gets up from his chair and pushes it back under the table. He walks slowly over to the doorway and turns back towards Billy.
"Don't worry. I have studied and trained hard. They will fear my powerful Lighting blast", and with grin on his face, he walked out of the room with his cloak blowing behind him...