Post by just2slick4u on Jan 28, 2006 21:30:07 GMT -6
This story will center more around the players and the relationships I gain with them, the names mentioned are just a few, I will have unaligned characters in there somewhere (Reap, Kain, Dye, Ran, Bolt etc...) Then I will simulate the conversion of Mahn's server to Mett's server(Sandlight was a Daine on Mahn's server, and is a Hassite on Mett's server, so in the story I will have Sandlight enlist with the Hassites once he tours the ice caverns and explores Junuli, same for other chars...)
-=In the castle of Dainan, King Gregory addresses a mid-aged knight, Warrick.=-
King Greg: Well Warrick, you are one of our finest knights, and the kingdoms are trying to come together since this giant outbreak of the chaotics going on in these "hunting grounds," so I am hosting a kind of tournament event, consisting of all the fighting professions.
Warrick: Well your highness, what would you have of me?
King Greg: Well Warrick, you are used to knighthood, and your deeds and valor impress most of the knights on the force, but you are not what you used to be Warrick.
Warrick: Sir, i am not as young as these new guns, but I assure you that I won't shame the Daine armor i wear in any tournament.
King Greg: Well Warrick, there are to be six represenatives from each kingdom, Antione and Sandlight have already enlisted, thats two excellent knights i already have, why not sit this one out Warrick?
A now somewhat angry Warrick: Sir....I won't be outdone by these pups, what will my wife and kids think of me?
King Greg: Alright Warrick, I guess I owe you a fight, after all you have done for Dainan.
Warrick (now pleased and smiling): Thank you Sir.
Warrick makes his way outside the hallway, then picks up his Guisarme from one of the Knight Barons who holds weapons for you before entering the hallway. Warrick then hangs the guisarme across his shoulders. As Warrick walks out to the main court he notices the younger knights, Sandlight and Antione, sparring each other, both in prime form. Antione waves to Warrick and smiles, Sandlight then strikes Antione in the chest and they continue training.
Antione: OWWWW! Cheap shot!
Sandlight: Hush, I think the King just told him we will be replacing him soon...
Antione: Well, he WAS in the service with my DAD..
Sandlight: Just fight...you are losing...
Warrick, not hearing anything they said to each other, decided to head straight home since he doesn't have to guard Death Mountain due to his involvement in the tournament. As he walks in, his young looks up to him and calmly says "Home early, huh?"
Warrick, after 18 years, still hasn't named his son, and just calls him "bastard" for the most part, sometimes "flyboy" since he loves watching the dragoons train at the castle.
Warrick: Yeah Flyboy, your pops is going to enter that tournament, about time too, now the world will know what my name is...by the way, where is your mother?
Unnamed bastard: She is upstairs sleeping...
Warrick then sets the guisarme down on the table much to his son's delight and begins makes his way upstairs. The woman lays there in the bed, sleeping.
The young man then takes the heavy guisarme and runs outside and practices his jumping like the dragoons he sees at the castle.
Warrick: Anna, I come home to no food on the table?
Anna then rolls over in bed then says to him: I come home to have my son ask why he is called bastard everyday?
Warrick: He is my son too, and I will name him, just haven't gotten around to it yet...anyhow, the King called me to enter that tournament that I have been dying to get into.
Anna: Warrick, please, the best from Hassen, Lirea, and worse yet, Anara will be there, what makes you think you can keep up?
Warrick: Well Anna, we will see, wont we?
They notice their son jump higher and higher outside.
Warrick: That kid is going to end up being a dragoon...I should of trained him...
Anna: You never do anything for him, why would he want to be like you?-She smiles-
Warrick then begins to take off his armor and mail ignoring Anna's remark while Anna makes room for him in the bed.
-=Meanwhile at the Anaran Castle, a veteran Dragoon who loves to fight and is renowned for his unbelievable stamina despite his age is summoned before the King and Court of Anara, his name is Slick, from the northside of the Dal'r Desert known as Teng-An=-
Slick runs inside the court like the wildman he is and takes a knee before the King.
King of Anara: Well, Slick, stand up man.
Slick stands up to his feet and smiles then takes off his helm and salutes the King.
King of Anara: Well Slick, I know what you know, and I know what you want, and I have thought it over.....the answer is yes.
Slick then puts his helm back on and jumps up to the Court ceiling in joy.
King of Anara: Just, try not to lose it out there.
Slick then lands on the ground and thanks the King and Court for the opportunity.
Slick: Woo-Sah!!!! Tourney-Time!!!
Slick makes his way out of the court and starts to run home. As he leaves the Anaran Courtyard, he notices Albel, a knight who stands guard at the post and also a good friend of his who trains Slick's son, Hezron in the arts of Battle Tech. He stops in his tracks and tells them the good news. Albel raises his Bastard Sword and Hezron pumps his fist. Slick then bursts inside his house to see his wife Riona making lunch. She turns around and greets him.
Riona: You seem, more happy than usual...
Slick then looks down at his crotch then turns around and smiles to her and begins to speak: Um, besides that, I am going to be in that big Tournament!!!!!!!
Riona: O Slick, you act as if you were 20 again, why don't you ever settle down?
Slick: Well, I will settle when my body settles, other than that, there is no end to Slick!
Riona simply sighs then places lunch out on the table.
(A loud series on banging sounds off throughout the house)
Slick: Only 12 hits? Slikk, you're getting old...My Dragoon Fury will rape you, now get inside and don't break my door.
(A blackbelt with features resembling that of Slick's enters the house, his name is Slikk, and he is Slick's twin brother)
Slikk: Yeah whatever, get outside so we can train for this tournament...
(Slick shoves the sand worm meat his wife cooked down his throat and digests it then runs outside with his brother, Slikk and they begin to spar)
(The Day of the tournament at Dainan, in the castle before the King)
King Greg: So it is, that the melee division of the tournament, Sandlight, Antione, Warrick, Mer, Cerpintaxt, and "War" Kyou.
(The Day of the tournament at Lirea, in the castle before the King)
King of Lirea: Well, these are the final cuts as far as melee goes, Zather, "Overkill," Kilik, Nagi, Rapta, and "Thieving Shadows,"
(The Day of the tournament at Anara, in the castle before thier King)
King of Anara: You know whats up...Albel, Hezron, Slikk, Areon, Slick, and Ezmarii.
(The Day of the tournament at Hassen, in the castle before thier King)
King of Hassen: And our members of the Elite Hassite Fighting Force will be Ehergiz, Milon,
-=In the castle of Dainan, King Gregory addresses a mid-aged knight, Warrick.=-
King Greg: Well Warrick, you are one of our finest knights, and the kingdoms are trying to come together since this giant outbreak of the chaotics going on in these "hunting grounds," so I am hosting a kind of tournament event, consisting of all the fighting professions.
Warrick: Well your highness, what would you have of me?
King Greg: Well Warrick, you are used to knighthood, and your deeds and valor impress most of the knights on the force, but you are not what you used to be Warrick.
Warrick: Sir, i am not as young as these new guns, but I assure you that I won't shame the Daine armor i wear in any tournament.
King Greg: Well Warrick, there are to be six represenatives from each kingdom, Antione and Sandlight have already enlisted, thats two excellent knights i already have, why not sit this one out Warrick?
A now somewhat angry Warrick: Sir....I won't be outdone by these pups, what will my wife and kids think of me?
King Greg: Alright Warrick, I guess I owe you a fight, after all you have done for Dainan.
Warrick (now pleased and smiling): Thank you Sir.
Warrick makes his way outside the hallway, then picks up his Guisarme from one of the Knight Barons who holds weapons for you before entering the hallway. Warrick then hangs the guisarme across his shoulders. As Warrick walks out to the main court he notices the younger knights, Sandlight and Antione, sparring each other, both in prime form. Antione waves to Warrick and smiles, Sandlight then strikes Antione in the chest and they continue training.
Antione: OWWWW! Cheap shot!
Sandlight: Hush, I think the King just told him we will be replacing him soon...
Antione: Well, he WAS in the service with my DAD..
Sandlight: Just fight...you are losing...
Warrick, not hearing anything they said to each other, decided to head straight home since he doesn't have to guard Death Mountain due to his involvement in the tournament. As he walks in, his young looks up to him and calmly says "Home early, huh?"
Warrick, after 18 years, still hasn't named his son, and just calls him "bastard" for the most part, sometimes "flyboy" since he loves watching the dragoons train at the castle.
Warrick: Yeah Flyboy, your pops is going to enter that tournament, about time too, now the world will know what my name is...by the way, where is your mother?
Unnamed bastard: She is upstairs sleeping...
Warrick then sets the guisarme down on the table much to his son's delight and begins makes his way upstairs. The woman lays there in the bed, sleeping.
The young man then takes the heavy guisarme and runs outside and practices his jumping like the dragoons he sees at the castle.
Warrick: Anna, I come home to no food on the table?
Anna then rolls over in bed then says to him: I come home to have my son ask why he is called bastard everyday?
Warrick: He is my son too, and I will name him, just haven't gotten around to it yet...anyhow, the King called me to enter that tournament that I have been dying to get into.
Anna: Warrick, please, the best from Hassen, Lirea, and worse yet, Anara will be there, what makes you think you can keep up?
Warrick: Well Anna, we will see, wont we?
They notice their son jump higher and higher outside.
Warrick: That kid is going to end up being a dragoon...I should of trained him...
Anna: You never do anything for him, why would he want to be like you?-She smiles-
Warrick then begins to take off his armor and mail ignoring Anna's remark while Anna makes room for him in the bed.
-=Meanwhile at the Anaran Castle, a veteran Dragoon who loves to fight and is renowned for his unbelievable stamina despite his age is summoned before the King and Court of Anara, his name is Slick, from the northside of the Dal'r Desert known as Teng-An=-
Slick runs inside the court like the wildman he is and takes a knee before the King.
King of Anara: Well, Slick, stand up man.
Slick stands up to his feet and smiles then takes off his helm and salutes the King.
King of Anara: Well Slick, I know what you know, and I know what you want, and I have thought it over.....the answer is yes.
Slick then puts his helm back on and jumps up to the Court ceiling in joy.
King of Anara: Just, try not to lose it out there.
Slick then lands on the ground and thanks the King and Court for the opportunity.
Slick: Woo-Sah!!!! Tourney-Time!!!
Slick makes his way out of the court and starts to run home. As he leaves the Anaran Courtyard, he notices Albel, a knight who stands guard at the post and also a good friend of his who trains Slick's son, Hezron in the arts of Battle Tech. He stops in his tracks and tells them the good news. Albel raises his Bastard Sword and Hezron pumps his fist. Slick then bursts inside his house to see his wife Riona making lunch. She turns around and greets him.
Riona: You seem, more happy than usual...
Slick then looks down at his crotch then turns around and smiles to her and begins to speak: Um, besides that, I am going to be in that big Tournament!!!!!!!
Riona: O Slick, you act as if you were 20 again, why don't you ever settle down?
Slick: Well, I will settle when my body settles, other than that, there is no end to Slick!
Riona simply sighs then places lunch out on the table.
(A loud series on banging sounds off throughout the house)
Slick: Only 12 hits? Slikk, you're getting old...My Dragoon Fury will rape you, now get inside and don't break my door.
(A blackbelt with features resembling that of Slick's enters the house, his name is Slikk, and he is Slick's twin brother)
Slikk: Yeah whatever, get outside so we can train for this tournament...
(Slick shoves the sand worm meat his wife cooked down his throat and digests it then runs outside with his brother, Slikk and they begin to spar)
(The Day of the tournament at Dainan, in the castle before the King)
King Greg: So it is, that the melee division of the tournament, Sandlight, Antione, Warrick, Mer, Cerpintaxt, and "War" Kyou.
(The Day of the tournament at Lirea, in the castle before the King)
King of Lirea: Well, these are the final cuts as far as melee goes, Zather, "Overkill," Kilik, Nagi, Rapta, and "Thieving Shadows,"
(The Day of the tournament at Anara, in the castle before thier King)
King of Anara: You know whats up...Albel, Hezron, Slikk, Areon, Slick, and Ezmarii.
(The Day of the tournament at Hassen, in the castle before thier King)
King of Hassen: And our members of the Elite Hassite Fighting Force will be Ehergiz, Milon,