Post by lordskyterror on Mar 22, 2006 21:30:14 GMT -6
Part 1/6
Loss and Discovery.
When the Chaotic’s began to make their move unto Darlow, the four kingdoms formed an alliance against them. Realizing large groups of soldiers would get them killed. Small groups of eight were sent out the fight the beasts. This proved to be effective in finding out the secrets of the Hunting Grounds. There was one Investigator however, who was ripped from Darlow’s history. The one who received his very power from a chaotic, Lord Sky Terror, his power was the control of the wind. This power proved to be useful in battle, but he could not help gaining this power, or curse as he once revered it as. It all began when he was a small child living in Hassen…
”Lazarum! Where are you?” this young mother shouted out, she couldn’t be older than 30. This woman, was indeed Lord Sky Terror’s mother. In his childhood, Lazarum, that is Lord Sky Terror. Was a cocky and outright child, a personality that did not suit a Hassite. It all changed on that day, when he explored too far outside of Hassen. His small footsteps would echo all about this cave he had stumbled upon. It would seem he was not alone, the sounds of tearing wind would surround this young one. His mother now becoming terrified at the thought of him, entering the Ice Caves by himself or at all period. She had been following his footprints in the snow, being a calm day this made it easy for her to follow him. The shadow of her figure now overlapping his own, she would see that her son was not being attacked by chaotics but yet, dignified. The chaotics were Air Elementals, Hundreds of them surrounding Lazarum, in a matter of seconds they would converge into one large one and then slowly approach the child. The look in his eyes was one of immense fear, his heart was racing, the short sword he kept with him was on the ground beside him not having the courage to pick it up and fight for his life. At this point his mother would, unsheathe her own weapon. You see, his mother was a Fighter for the Hassite Army. Until she became pregnant with Lazarum, that is. She would swing at the monster but it would go right through it.
”Lazarum, what are you doing, child!? Go! Run now!” she shouted to him, but yet he had not the faith nor the courage to move. As the Elemental would move closer to him, his mother would keep swinging relentlessly at it. Now close enough, the Elemental forced itself upon the child and entered his body. All the wind in Polar South would stop blowing right at that moment. Lazarum would stand up with shaky legs and look at his mother and then groan with a sound that was of misery. “Mother…I do---“ being cut off by the wind blowing in the cave to become furious and indignant with a fury never seen before. This would be so in the entire Polar South.
After returning home after the windstorm, Lazarum’s younger brother… Micho would be waiting for his mother’s return.
With a concerned tone the child did speak, for his mother and brother of course. “Mother! Lazarum! Are you unharmed? That wind—“
The mother would interrupt him in a reassuring tone, “Don’t worry Micho, we are fine.”
Micho is Lazarum’s twin, being slightly younger than Lazarum by 5 hours. Soon after that windstorm, sunset would come and night’s blanket would wrap itself upon the Castle Kingdom of Hassen. As Lazarum would head to his bed, his mother would stop him by grabbing his shoulder gently, in a stern tone… one she had never taken before with him she would say, “Never again, will you go into those Ice Caves. Next time you wont be so lucky, Lazarum. I know you want to become an investigator like your father and I but it has to wait until you are old enough and strong enough. Understand?”
Dignifying her word with a firm nod, he would get into his bed and let his body relax and very slowly drift off into sleep. After her conversation with her child, the mother would retire to her own quarters and rest her aching body.
2 Years later. On Lazarum’s 10th birthday, a windstorm of the same destructive power would occur. But this time, it would come out of Lazarum’s body. After it was all over..Lazarum had control over the wind. Whether it be a gust of wind, or concentrating Air Pressure to a point it can cut a wound open in a person. He was feared because of his power over the wind, some thought it was magic. But it wasn’t, it was a natural ability. Thinking back to that incident, Lazarum would realize those chaotic’s gave him their power over the Element.
At the age of 15 Lazarum would enter the Hassite army, followed by his brother. Lazarum was trained to bea Knight, and his brother a Fighter. Indeed, they showed great potential in battle. Especially Lazarum, who seemed to catch on much too quickly. Time would pass, many battles were fought and the port of Hassen was in control of the Anarans. But the battle that would make that difference these two brothers were not involved in. But, that was of little fuss to them, as they continued to rise in the ranks of the army. And as this would happen, Lazarum’s misblessing would too.
At the age of 20, he rose to the rank of general. And his brother, Micho making it to the rank of Captain. Being respected and feared by the kingdom, made everyone weary of him. Even though, he was indeed the friendly type of man. The king and queen knew that his power was growing, and he was starting to become too powerful for them to control him. So, the king sent out the two brothers on a fake scouting mission into the Ice Caves, On reports that a massive number of chaotics were gathering near the entrance. But, as they would make their way there, the intention of the king was revealed. Each of the men surrounded the two brother’s…they had been betrayed. A Knight emerged from the soldiers shouting to them, “By decree of the king, Lazarum and Micho Histos are to be terminated by charges of espionage!”
Lazarum’s jaw would only gape open, this was a shock to him. He had been loyal to Hassen the very day he joined the army! Lowering his head, he’d say in a most arrogant of tones, “So, you’re going to kill us, huh? We will NOT go down without a fight..” Micho could only stand there in shock, he could not believe this. His body was frozen, he was so surprised at what was happening! Only coming out of this to his brother’s voice, “Take the Knights and Fighters.. I’ll handle the mages and Dragoons..” he was intent on slaying them, but he made a promise to himself. ‘I will only attack those threaten to attack me or blatantly attack me.’ And thus, this battle would begin.
Micho hefted his axe into his arms and swung madly at anything that even looked threatening to him. But, his rampant swinging was to be parried by a Knight. Leaving him open for an attack to his chest, but being the quick thinker that he was, he would drop his axe and then his body to the ground to avoid and swipes from the soldiers. And finally, grabbing his axe and hooking soldiers by the legs with it, sometimes severing them. More would be coming, he would come to his feet and he charged the rest. At this point, he was infuriated, And had reached the War Cry status. Swinging his Axe vertically at anyone who came close, either received a severe head injury or their skull was bashed into quite literal bits, his swing was strong enough to pierce the fine armory of the Hassite army.
Lazarum had most of the problems, sense he was the most feared, he had to most to worry about. Narrowing his eyes to the sky, he could see the Dragoons coming down to dive bomb him. Unsheathing his sword he would swing the blunt side and a wide burst of wind would whoosh into the Dragoons, throwing them off and knocking them to the ground like a small child would pluck the wings of a fly. They were too low to the ground to adjust and each one hit the ground with a ‘splat’. The mages were more to worry about. And they had already begun casting spells. But some were hesitant, and he would not strike them down. Being stricken with Bolts of lightning, singed by fire, and near frozen by spells of ice, he rushed forward. Cutting some of them down, execution style, and even being so merciless to leave them to suffer, but the White Mages were fixing that problem. But, Lazarum would whoosh his arm around to blunt them with the backside of his sword, knocking them over, that along with a few teeth. Not striking them with the lethal force he did the others, since they meant no harm to him. Micho would be finished with his quarrel, he would sit in the snow gaping at what he had done, his breathing had become heightened his heart was racing, his body still wanting to further ensue his primal instinct of brutality, this man shed tears for the people he killed.
It would be an hour or two before Lazarum would be finished with his bit, blood would be coming from his bottom lip and from other places on his body. His eyes set forward to one last Whitemage, one who seemed away from the fray, he would begin to stagger to her, she would hide her face and begin to scamper off, Lazarum would call after her, “Wait! Please…I have no intention of hurting you, unless you would like to hurt me too!” the Whitemage would stop, and turn to him, but she would not move, she was fearful of the Knight, who held the soldiers blood on his armor. Lazarum once again began to stagger to her, sheathing his sword to his waist showing that he was willing to be submissive. Now, she would just yell, “…What do you want?!”
In response to her, still moving forth to her, “Merely to ask you, if you help my brother and I, we have been wounded. And it would be most convenient if you could patch up our wounds.. Miss..” tilting his head, asking her name by implying the question.
“Mara. Yes.. I will assist you and your brother, but he seems to not need me. You, on the other hand!”
It would not be until that morning until the two brother’s would rise. Opening their bright red eyes only to a sight of assorted shades of gray. Micho would shake Mara, so they could be on their way back to Hassen to get some answers concerning why they were attacked. Once packing up camp, these three would make their way to the Castle Kingdom. As they would close on it Lazarum almost abruptly asked Mara, “Why did you not assist anyone in that fray? Or even lift a finger?”
Mara remained silent, hiding her face from him. She would not answer his question.
Now, entering the doors the castle, he would shout out, “Your Majesty! I am reporting back from your order for a party of investigators to eliminate the number of chaotics gathering at the entrance of the Ice Caverns!” Lazarum acted as if he were making a casual report, he would approach the king slowly, being followed closely on each side by Micho and Mara. Once coming close enough, he could tell the king was surprised to see him, “What reason is there to have for your shocked expression, your majesty? Surprised that I would prevail over sending a group of the kingdom’s investigator’s after me?! Why have you done this?” Lazarum’s face held quite a bit of anger in it, one could even feel a slight breeze exuding from his body. The King, now clearing his throat, spoke with a clear and distinct tone as any king would, “You are becoming too strong, and now, you have committed a mass murder of several Hassite soldier. So, I have no choice… but to banish you from this kingdom along with the other two who now accompany you! Along with that, a new title will be given to you. Since your horrid power did this to my men, you will be known as Lord Sky Terror! And anyone traveling with you will be known as a ‘Sky Terror’! Now, be gone from my kingdom! Or feel death from my guards!”
Micho shook his head and tried to reason with the king, “But, we were only defending ourselves! We ha—“ Lazarum would place his hand over his brother’s mouth, “There is no point in saying anymore. We are banished.” Now, turning back to the king, Lazarum took in a breath, “Your majesty, may we have time, to say goodbye to our families?”
The king nodded, “I want you gone from this kingdom before sunset! I will send guards to escort you to your family’s homes. Be gone from my chamber!” Lazarum gave the kind a cold look, one the king will soon not forget.
Soon after, sunset would come, and the guard would enter the house of the two brother’s mother, “Sunset has come, Lord Sky Terror.” Lazarum began to shed tears and give his mother a firm and long embrace. Micho would also, following after him following it with, “Mother.. I will miss you.” Their mother would also be shedding tears for her two children, “I, too will. But, this is not goodbye. Once you reach Anara, please, send me some sort of indication you have arrived safely.”
Lazarum nodded firmly to his mother, “Of course, mother.” Upon saying that, the two would be escorted out of their home, and to the entrance of Hassen, soon after them would come Mara, and then they would be shoved out from the kingdom, and there it was, they were banished. The three would look at each other with a sorrowed look, Mara now, bawling, Micho would put his arm around her and begin to make way to the port.
Loss and Discovery.
When the Chaotic’s began to make their move unto Darlow, the four kingdoms formed an alliance against them. Realizing large groups of soldiers would get them killed. Small groups of eight were sent out the fight the beasts. This proved to be effective in finding out the secrets of the Hunting Grounds. There was one Investigator however, who was ripped from Darlow’s history. The one who received his very power from a chaotic, Lord Sky Terror, his power was the control of the wind. This power proved to be useful in battle, but he could not help gaining this power, or curse as he once revered it as. It all began when he was a small child living in Hassen…
”Lazarum! Where are you?” this young mother shouted out, she couldn’t be older than 30. This woman, was indeed Lord Sky Terror’s mother. In his childhood, Lazarum, that is Lord Sky Terror. Was a cocky and outright child, a personality that did not suit a Hassite. It all changed on that day, when he explored too far outside of Hassen. His small footsteps would echo all about this cave he had stumbled upon. It would seem he was not alone, the sounds of tearing wind would surround this young one. His mother now becoming terrified at the thought of him, entering the Ice Caves by himself or at all period. She had been following his footprints in the snow, being a calm day this made it easy for her to follow him. The shadow of her figure now overlapping his own, she would see that her son was not being attacked by chaotics but yet, dignified. The chaotics were Air Elementals, Hundreds of them surrounding Lazarum, in a matter of seconds they would converge into one large one and then slowly approach the child. The look in his eyes was one of immense fear, his heart was racing, the short sword he kept with him was on the ground beside him not having the courage to pick it up and fight for his life. At this point his mother would, unsheathe her own weapon. You see, his mother was a Fighter for the Hassite Army. Until she became pregnant with Lazarum, that is. She would swing at the monster but it would go right through it.
”Lazarum, what are you doing, child!? Go! Run now!” she shouted to him, but yet he had not the faith nor the courage to move. As the Elemental would move closer to him, his mother would keep swinging relentlessly at it. Now close enough, the Elemental forced itself upon the child and entered his body. All the wind in Polar South would stop blowing right at that moment. Lazarum would stand up with shaky legs and look at his mother and then groan with a sound that was of misery. “Mother…I do---“ being cut off by the wind blowing in the cave to become furious and indignant with a fury never seen before. This would be so in the entire Polar South.
After returning home after the windstorm, Lazarum’s younger brother… Micho would be waiting for his mother’s return.
With a concerned tone the child did speak, for his mother and brother of course. “Mother! Lazarum! Are you unharmed? That wind—“
The mother would interrupt him in a reassuring tone, “Don’t worry Micho, we are fine.”
Micho is Lazarum’s twin, being slightly younger than Lazarum by 5 hours. Soon after that windstorm, sunset would come and night’s blanket would wrap itself upon the Castle Kingdom of Hassen. As Lazarum would head to his bed, his mother would stop him by grabbing his shoulder gently, in a stern tone… one she had never taken before with him she would say, “Never again, will you go into those Ice Caves. Next time you wont be so lucky, Lazarum. I know you want to become an investigator like your father and I but it has to wait until you are old enough and strong enough. Understand?”
Dignifying her word with a firm nod, he would get into his bed and let his body relax and very slowly drift off into sleep. After her conversation with her child, the mother would retire to her own quarters and rest her aching body.
2 Years later. On Lazarum’s 10th birthday, a windstorm of the same destructive power would occur. But this time, it would come out of Lazarum’s body. After it was all over..Lazarum had control over the wind. Whether it be a gust of wind, or concentrating Air Pressure to a point it can cut a wound open in a person. He was feared because of his power over the wind, some thought it was magic. But it wasn’t, it was a natural ability. Thinking back to that incident, Lazarum would realize those chaotic’s gave him their power over the Element.
At the age of 15 Lazarum would enter the Hassite army, followed by his brother. Lazarum was trained to bea Knight, and his brother a Fighter. Indeed, they showed great potential in battle. Especially Lazarum, who seemed to catch on much too quickly. Time would pass, many battles were fought and the port of Hassen was in control of the Anarans. But the battle that would make that difference these two brothers were not involved in. But, that was of little fuss to them, as they continued to rise in the ranks of the army. And as this would happen, Lazarum’s misblessing would too.
At the age of 20, he rose to the rank of general. And his brother, Micho making it to the rank of Captain. Being respected and feared by the kingdom, made everyone weary of him. Even though, he was indeed the friendly type of man. The king and queen knew that his power was growing, and he was starting to become too powerful for them to control him. So, the king sent out the two brothers on a fake scouting mission into the Ice Caves, On reports that a massive number of chaotics were gathering near the entrance. But, as they would make their way there, the intention of the king was revealed. Each of the men surrounded the two brother’s…they had been betrayed. A Knight emerged from the soldiers shouting to them, “By decree of the king, Lazarum and Micho Histos are to be terminated by charges of espionage!”
Lazarum’s jaw would only gape open, this was a shock to him. He had been loyal to Hassen the very day he joined the army! Lowering his head, he’d say in a most arrogant of tones, “So, you’re going to kill us, huh? We will NOT go down without a fight..” Micho could only stand there in shock, he could not believe this. His body was frozen, he was so surprised at what was happening! Only coming out of this to his brother’s voice, “Take the Knights and Fighters.. I’ll handle the mages and Dragoons..” he was intent on slaying them, but he made a promise to himself. ‘I will only attack those threaten to attack me or blatantly attack me.’ And thus, this battle would begin.
Micho hefted his axe into his arms and swung madly at anything that even looked threatening to him. But, his rampant swinging was to be parried by a Knight. Leaving him open for an attack to his chest, but being the quick thinker that he was, he would drop his axe and then his body to the ground to avoid and swipes from the soldiers. And finally, grabbing his axe and hooking soldiers by the legs with it, sometimes severing them. More would be coming, he would come to his feet and he charged the rest. At this point, he was infuriated, And had reached the War Cry status. Swinging his Axe vertically at anyone who came close, either received a severe head injury or their skull was bashed into quite literal bits, his swing was strong enough to pierce the fine armory of the Hassite army.
Lazarum had most of the problems, sense he was the most feared, he had to most to worry about. Narrowing his eyes to the sky, he could see the Dragoons coming down to dive bomb him. Unsheathing his sword he would swing the blunt side and a wide burst of wind would whoosh into the Dragoons, throwing them off and knocking them to the ground like a small child would pluck the wings of a fly. They were too low to the ground to adjust and each one hit the ground with a ‘splat’. The mages were more to worry about. And they had already begun casting spells. But some were hesitant, and he would not strike them down. Being stricken with Bolts of lightning, singed by fire, and near frozen by spells of ice, he rushed forward. Cutting some of them down, execution style, and even being so merciless to leave them to suffer, but the White Mages were fixing that problem. But, Lazarum would whoosh his arm around to blunt them with the backside of his sword, knocking them over, that along with a few teeth. Not striking them with the lethal force he did the others, since they meant no harm to him. Micho would be finished with his quarrel, he would sit in the snow gaping at what he had done, his breathing had become heightened his heart was racing, his body still wanting to further ensue his primal instinct of brutality, this man shed tears for the people he killed.
It would be an hour or two before Lazarum would be finished with his bit, blood would be coming from his bottom lip and from other places on his body. His eyes set forward to one last Whitemage, one who seemed away from the fray, he would begin to stagger to her, she would hide her face and begin to scamper off, Lazarum would call after her, “Wait! Please…I have no intention of hurting you, unless you would like to hurt me too!” the Whitemage would stop, and turn to him, but she would not move, she was fearful of the Knight, who held the soldiers blood on his armor. Lazarum once again began to stagger to her, sheathing his sword to his waist showing that he was willing to be submissive. Now, she would just yell, “…What do you want?!”
In response to her, still moving forth to her, “Merely to ask you, if you help my brother and I, we have been wounded. And it would be most convenient if you could patch up our wounds.. Miss..” tilting his head, asking her name by implying the question.
“Mara. Yes.. I will assist you and your brother, but he seems to not need me. You, on the other hand!”
It would not be until that morning until the two brother’s would rise. Opening their bright red eyes only to a sight of assorted shades of gray. Micho would shake Mara, so they could be on their way back to Hassen to get some answers concerning why they were attacked. Once packing up camp, these three would make their way to the Castle Kingdom. As they would close on it Lazarum almost abruptly asked Mara, “Why did you not assist anyone in that fray? Or even lift a finger?”
Mara remained silent, hiding her face from him. She would not answer his question.
Now, entering the doors the castle, he would shout out, “Your Majesty! I am reporting back from your order for a party of investigators to eliminate the number of chaotics gathering at the entrance of the Ice Caverns!” Lazarum acted as if he were making a casual report, he would approach the king slowly, being followed closely on each side by Micho and Mara. Once coming close enough, he could tell the king was surprised to see him, “What reason is there to have for your shocked expression, your majesty? Surprised that I would prevail over sending a group of the kingdom’s investigator’s after me?! Why have you done this?” Lazarum’s face held quite a bit of anger in it, one could even feel a slight breeze exuding from his body. The King, now clearing his throat, spoke with a clear and distinct tone as any king would, “You are becoming too strong, and now, you have committed a mass murder of several Hassite soldier. So, I have no choice… but to banish you from this kingdom along with the other two who now accompany you! Along with that, a new title will be given to you. Since your horrid power did this to my men, you will be known as Lord Sky Terror! And anyone traveling with you will be known as a ‘Sky Terror’! Now, be gone from my kingdom! Or feel death from my guards!”
Micho shook his head and tried to reason with the king, “But, we were only defending ourselves! We ha—“ Lazarum would place his hand over his brother’s mouth, “There is no point in saying anymore. We are banished.” Now, turning back to the king, Lazarum took in a breath, “Your majesty, may we have time, to say goodbye to our families?”
The king nodded, “I want you gone from this kingdom before sunset! I will send guards to escort you to your family’s homes. Be gone from my chamber!” Lazarum gave the kind a cold look, one the king will soon not forget.
Soon after, sunset would come, and the guard would enter the house of the two brother’s mother, “Sunset has come, Lord Sky Terror.” Lazarum began to shed tears and give his mother a firm and long embrace. Micho would also, following after him following it with, “Mother.. I will miss you.” Their mother would also be shedding tears for her two children, “I, too will. But, this is not goodbye. Once you reach Anara, please, send me some sort of indication you have arrived safely.”
Lazarum nodded firmly to his mother, “Of course, mother.” Upon saying that, the two would be escorted out of their home, and to the entrance of Hassen, soon after them would come Mara, and then they would be shoved out from the kingdom, and there it was, they were banished. The three would look at each other with a sorrowed look, Mara now, bawling, Micho would put his arm around her and begin to make way to the port.