Post by galedarisius on May 18, 2006 17:04:35 GMT -5
(To Start things off I'll post a story based on my Character)
“Stories…that’s all they ever are, just stories…then you live them, and they become nightmares.”
The sun rose over the visage of a young man prime in his youth and stalwart in his heart. Hair of gold it laid tied behind his head, small strands of hair hung over dark-blue eyes hinting at a slight glow (exposing his excitement.) of silver within them. His mail armor was brownish with lines of gray, nothing a few gold couldn’t buy at the Auction Houses (Exactly how they were purchased.) What stood out was the weapon he carried, a massive two-handed sword two-sizes to big for this young man its guard was enough for his hand to rest under. It rested in a typical sheath for swords its size; one thing was a silver chain that wrapped around it making a clacking noise as he walked toward the gates to Warsong Gluth. The dew on the grass was fresh enough to wet his backpack as he set it down watching the others line up in formation. A smirk on his face as one of the sentinels approached; always found himself in awe at the beauty of the Night Elf people. (The women more then the men.)
“A tad young for the field of battle, aren’t you boy?”
His smirk became a grin, eyes flaring no longer able to wait.
“Heard it a hundred times lady! I know what to do.”
The woman looked down at him with a mocking smirk. She was dressed in the typical sentinel uniform, her hair a snow-white color cut short (for combat he assumed).
“Young paladin, war is not like what you have faced, no bandits or wild animals out here…harsh battle, brutality…what is your name boy?”
Her eyes seemed to dim, as if the subject was something unspoken among the soldiers.
“Galed Arisius son of Hector Arisius the Crimson Lord.”
The sentinel’s lips curled into a smile that made Galed turn red in the cheeks.
“My, my quite the reputation…Galed.”
She smiled and he returned a weak one, trying to move away from her but she seemed to step in front of him each time. A finger gently ran down the hilt of his sword looking up his pointed ears twitched as he watched her examine his weapon.
“A little big for you? I pray to Elune you know how to use it.”
“I d-do Miss.”
The sentinel bows her head, stepping back as a mighty horn echoes through the camp outside Warsong.
“It is time little one, I’ll try to keep an eye out for you.”
She winked and Galed shook his head, this was no time for childish games.
…. BAM! He fell down from an attempt to block the on coming Axe, quickly parrying the attack and swinging across into the Orc’s chest leaving him dead before Galed’s feet. “Little time for prayers.” He thought moving onward toward the Warsong Lumber Mill. His pace stopped by a vigorous roar. As if the bestial noise grabbed his head turning it to the left, there was that sentinel, she was locked in arms with a Troll. Heavy armor and hair of fire, wielding two axes that looked jagged and fierce. Galed ran forward he had to help her; she was alone and from her eyes losing this fight. Stepping into a swing from one of the Troll’s axes he dove onto the ground. Turning on his back to face the horrible truth that awaited his eyes…she was falling downward and trailing from her stomach a line of blood as if it was her soul being sucked from her very body. His eyes were wide, as he watched something that seemed so beautiful become a horrific imprint on his young mind. Leaping to his feet he whirled his sword around to the Troll, but was dismissed and countered by the axes and a swift kick to the chest. Stumbling back he dashed forward again, bringing the blade down and crossing up toward the Warrior’s chest. His enemy leaped up and back into a flip racing toward Galed to crush him with his shoulder, sending the paladin to the ground. He lay on his back throwing his sword forward at the Troll who easily tossed it aside, only to meet a flash of Holy Light blinding his eyes. Swinging the axes with insanity the warrior didn’t take kindly to the trick, but he would have no time to recover for another blast of Light smashed into his chest, not strong enough to crack the mail it indented the armor crushing it against his body, blood flowed from his mouth and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as he crashed down onto the ground. Galed wasted no time, leaping up he sat on top of the Troll. Bringing his fist up high he began to pray as the confused warrior tried to focus…
"O Holy Light, the Light of my father and his father. Divine fortitude of my spiritual essence…Take hold of this hallow shell, guide my blade to the hearts of thine enemies!"
And with that Galed struck true smashing his right fist into the temple of the Troll, but not with just the gauntlet the righteous light guided his hand a celestial feeling overwhelmed him and his eyes shined with heavenly light. He let out a bestial roar, something primal, something he wasn’t accustom to, he felt within him the blood rushing to his head, and no longer could he place the cause of retribution and judgment with the cause of death and killing. The force sent him back and the warrior’s head smashed into the ground as the young paladin landed on the grass….
Now within his mind, he put the events into place. And came to one truth that would forever shape him. Victory for the Alliance, nay! Survival is the meaning of battle. Not King or Country…but your own life is why you win wars. He felt his body again, wiggling his fingers and toes.
“All there…”
He said aloud, the thought of an orc walking up to his sleeping body and removing a few trophies sent a chill down his spine. Rising from his spot he scanned the area, taking up his sword resting the naked blade back within the sheath…
Galed Arisius walked down the dirt road within the setting sun…. off in the distance he could swear he heard the voice of his father speaking through the clouds an angelic sound that rose his heart from its cold shell…
"Raise your blades for this dawn the Light calls us, draw your courage up. Fight for the people! For the Light! For the brother and sister that stands besides you! Take heart sisters and brothers in blood and Light! We march this day! This day is for the Light! Onwards to the Red Dawn that awaits us!"
“Stories…that’s all they ever are, just stories…then you live them, and they become nightmares.”
The sun rose over the visage of a young man prime in his youth and stalwart in his heart. Hair of gold it laid tied behind his head, small strands of hair hung over dark-blue eyes hinting at a slight glow (exposing his excitement.) of silver within them. His mail armor was brownish with lines of gray, nothing a few gold couldn’t buy at the Auction Houses (Exactly how they were purchased.) What stood out was the weapon he carried, a massive two-handed sword two-sizes to big for this young man its guard was enough for his hand to rest under. It rested in a typical sheath for swords its size; one thing was a silver chain that wrapped around it making a clacking noise as he walked toward the gates to Warsong Gluth. The dew on the grass was fresh enough to wet his backpack as he set it down watching the others line up in formation. A smirk on his face as one of the sentinels approached; always found himself in awe at the beauty of the Night Elf people. (The women more then the men.)
“A tad young for the field of battle, aren’t you boy?”
His smirk became a grin, eyes flaring no longer able to wait.
“Heard it a hundred times lady! I know what to do.”
The woman looked down at him with a mocking smirk. She was dressed in the typical sentinel uniform, her hair a snow-white color cut short (for combat he assumed).
“Young paladin, war is not like what you have faced, no bandits or wild animals out here…harsh battle, brutality…what is your name boy?”
Her eyes seemed to dim, as if the subject was something unspoken among the soldiers.
“Galed Arisius son of Hector Arisius the Crimson Lord.”
The sentinel’s lips curled into a smile that made Galed turn red in the cheeks.
“My, my quite the reputation…Galed.”
She smiled and he returned a weak one, trying to move away from her but she seemed to step in front of him each time. A finger gently ran down the hilt of his sword looking up his pointed ears twitched as he watched her examine his weapon.
“A little big for you? I pray to Elune you know how to use it.”
“I d-do Miss.”
The sentinel bows her head, stepping back as a mighty horn echoes through the camp outside Warsong.
“It is time little one, I’ll try to keep an eye out for you.”
She winked and Galed shook his head, this was no time for childish games.
…. BAM! He fell down from an attempt to block the on coming Axe, quickly parrying the attack and swinging across into the Orc’s chest leaving him dead before Galed’s feet. “Little time for prayers.” He thought moving onward toward the Warsong Lumber Mill. His pace stopped by a vigorous roar. As if the bestial noise grabbed his head turning it to the left, there was that sentinel, she was locked in arms with a Troll. Heavy armor and hair of fire, wielding two axes that looked jagged and fierce. Galed ran forward he had to help her; she was alone and from her eyes losing this fight. Stepping into a swing from one of the Troll’s axes he dove onto the ground. Turning on his back to face the horrible truth that awaited his eyes…she was falling downward and trailing from her stomach a line of blood as if it was her soul being sucked from her very body. His eyes were wide, as he watched something that seemed so beautiful become a horrific imprint on his young mind. Leaping to his feet he whirled his sword around to the Troll, but was dismissed and countered by the axes and a swift kick to the chest. Stumbling back he dashed forward again, bringing the blade down and crossing up toward the Warrior’s chest. His enemy leaped up and back into a flip racing toward Galed to crush him with his shoulder, sending the paladin to the ground. He lay on his back throwing his sword forward at the Troll who easily tossed it aside, only to meet a flash of Holy Light blinding his eyes. Swinging the axes with insanity the warrior didn’t take kindly to the trick, but he would have no time to recover for another blast of Light smashed into his chest, not strong enough to crack the mail it indented the armor crushing it against his body, blood flowed from his mouth and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as he crashed down onto the ground. Galed wasted no time, leaping up he sat on top of the Troll. Bringing his fist up high he began to pray as the confused warrior tried to focus…
"O Holy Light, the Light of my father and his father. Divine fortitude of my spiritual essence…Take hold of this hallow shell, guide my blade to the hearts of thine enemies!"
And with that Galed struck true smashing his right fist into the temple of the Troll, but not with just the gauntlet the righteous light guided his hand a celestial feeling overwhelmed him and his eyes shined with heavenly light. He let out a bestial roar, something primal, something he wasn’t accustom to, he felt within him the blood rushing to his head, and no longer could he place the cause of retribution and judgment with the cause of death and killing. The force sent him back and the warrior’s head smashed into the ground as the young paladin landed on the grass….
Now within his mind, he put the events into place. And came to one truth that would forever shape him. Victory for the Alliance, nay! Survival is the meaning of battle. Not King or Country…but your own life is why you win wars. He felt his body again, wiggling his fingers and toes.
“All there…”
He said aloud, the thought of an orc walking up to his sleeping body and removing a few trophies sent a chill down his spine. Rising from his spot he scanned the area, taking up his sword resting the naked blade back within the sheath…
Galed Arisius walked down the dirt road within the setting sun…. off in the distance he could swear he heard the voice of his father speaking through the clouds an angelic sound that rose his heart from its cold shell…
"Raise your blades for this dawn the Light calls us, draw your courage up. Fight for the people! For the Light! For the brother and sister that stands besides you! Take heart sisters and brothers in blood and Light! We march this day! This day is for the Light! Onwards to the Red Dawn that awaits us!"