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 Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 12:49 pm
this is where I'm going to post the chapters of the story of Aranor for working-on. I'll have the final say, and the penultimate say belongs to those who were in the RP before, but you're welcome to give me suggestions and such anyway.
I'm going to post one page at a time, and while I'm posting a bulk of pages [which can be anywhere from one to twenty of them], I'll put something up in the subject line telling people not to post. when I'm done, I'll post that I'm done and fix it back to normal.
anyway, now the story begins...
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 12:53 pm
PAGE ONEAranor
By Xindaris, Ninkira, Moontan, and Ruca Light
Chapter I:Introduction TABAranor was in a bad state. Two years ago, the lower country, Ardania, had begun a massive civil war that ended in the killing of most of the royalty and the control shifting to a large group of human racists who would have nothing to do with demi-humans. TABThe upper half of the continent, the country of Rithara, had had nothing to do with all of this. Even so, they were affected for it, for after the yearlong war in Ardania, the new power there issued an ultimatum to Rithara: Give them all the demi-humans or they will invade… TABRithara could not comply. It was a country of more demis than humans; with several city-states each ruled by a different race. In fact, the only human city-state was the capital, near the north. TABAnd there had been a plan hatched there at that time, which was still in effect now. The king, Otagaz, had agreed to switch positions with his brother, the general, for the duration of the war. But it would be far more than either had anticipated. TABKing Otagaz was by far the better strategist, and his brother was more fluent in the demihuman languages, even though both of them had been required to learn all of them. He and his brother both possessed the usual Ritharan royal traits: pure white hair, and deep blue eyes. TABBut now that he had experienced it, he hated this plan. Otagaz was the sort of person who wouldn’t hurt a fly; he hated war, but he could handle it if need be. Or at least he thought so, but this war was almost too much to bear. TABThe Elvish forests had been burned and clear-cut in the south, and the already weakened Ritharan army was desperately trying to protect what was left of it. The Dwarven mountains had been mostly cleared out as well. Both elf and dwarf had been defeated because neither was willing to work with the other, and now the Ardanian army had taken most of both city-states. TABHe turned away from his reflections. He had an army to command, to prevent more death. He had to protect what was left of Rithara.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 12:56 pm
PAGE TWO
TABMeanwhile, a brown-furred, brown-eyed Neshobe was sitting down in a tavern that had once belonged to a friend of his, on the border of contrast between the Elvish forests and the Orcish desert. Like all Neshoba, he looked somewhat like a differently structured human, with a wolf’s tail and ears; and teeth, and senses. They also had retractable claws that were up to nine inches long (his were eight) on both hands and both feet. He wore only a pair of pants that had been ripped apart from the knees down, which was the color of his fur from having so much of it on them. His name was Xindaris.
TABHe’d been off hunting Ardanian soldiers. He didn’t actually kill many, but their morale was undoubtedly low after being attacked by a massive wolflike creature. And of course he didn’t eat them. He couldn’t stand such a thought of such an action.
TABThe tavern he was in had once belonged to a good friend of his, a human named Jyne Hamer, and his Elvish wife. But now, from the looks of it, they had taken everything important and left the tavern to rot in the coming wave of war that had already washed over most of the Elvish forests. And now it had been taken over by a group of dwarves.
TABThere were about twelve of them, and they were indulging themselves on one of the very few things the former owners hadn’t taken with them: the ale. They were trying to drown their troubles, and Xindaris could hardly handle the smell. But a rest was a rest. It was almost dusk, and then he heard it. His sharp ears picked up the sound of Impeths, almost twelve of them, outside the door.
Impeths were monsters, creatures created by the combination of at least two different animals; they had been ravaging Rithara since before even he had been born, and now were even more of a problem with most of those who would defend focused on stopping Ardania’s advance. Impeths were one of the weakest types of monsters, but so many would still be a lot of trouble to handle.
TAB"Dwarves, there are monsters at your doorstep. Will you defend yourselves?"
TABIt was not a question, but their answer was no. "We've lost our wi' teh figh', wolf-man," said the apparent leader. So Xindaris went out alone. There were 16 of them, more than he had guessed. No matter; only 5 fit around the door. Xindaris had already shifted to his more powerful form, known to humans as a werewolf, as he came out. This form was much larger, much closer to the origins of the Neshoba, but they could only change form either at night or a small amount of time during the day, but since it was near sunset that would be no trouble. He began defending himself against 5 sets of claws and teeth, as there was little else he could do. It didn't matter. The dwarves would soon realize they had to defend themselves, or become drunk enough to just attack anyway. He just needed to wait out the beasts. There was also hope, though little, that a traveler might notice the monsters along the road.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 12:59 pm
PAGE THREE
TABBefore long a smallish-- yet not as small as a dwarf-- slender figure, probably that of a young woman, ran into the street and immediately darted between the monsters. The figure was cloaked purely in gray and black rags, but weaved in and out of the group with the grace of a snowflake, and the speed near that of an elf. She wasn't very strong, though, and it didn't look like she had any good power weapons to speak of. The monsters she passed either tripped, got stabbed in the leg with something that looked like a small knife, kicked in the head, or slashed at in the face. Soon, their semi-ordered rank fell apart into confused Impeths, and prime for stronger attack.
TABXindaris hardly noticed. He had given himself off to his instincts and was now just recklessly bashing them aside or hitting them, and at some point he had left the safety of having a door behind him and was now fending off about ten of them all at once. He was still on the defensive, but managed to score a kill anyway, bashing through the head of one of them with a powerful hand/paw.
TABA monster that had lunged at Xindaris' blind spot suddenly got a drop kick from the little fighter, who defended the Neshobe's back. "Stop fighting so blindly, will ye? Use some strategy! Their knees are unprotected.." The fighter's voice definitely gave away that she was a young woman, but she didn't seem to care as she plunged a tiny dagger into one of the knees of the monsters.
TAB“So they are,” he half-growled through a muzzle, kicking directly at the knees of another, causing it to fall over half-dead, and it was killed the rest of the way from the other ones jumping all over it for food. That was three down and only thirteen to go… the odds were still stacked against them.
TABBut at least it was almost night, the sun was setting. He smelled that the girl was a bit more than half elf, and then he got a slight taste of one of the creature’s blood and immediately went into a mad bloodlust, even though it really tasted horrible. He smashed straight into one, and then picked it up and slammed it into another with his harder-than-steel claws.
TABHe heard something else, vaguely. The dwarves were drunk. The door to the tavern was chopped apart by the leader’s axe, and then all of them came out, weapons or broken bottles flailing at the monsters. They managed to kill two and injure another three before the drunkards were all piled up, one on top of another, mostly dead.
TABAfter that, there were only nine or so of the creatures to take care of, and it seemed that strength and agility worked fairly well together, as it were. The over-half-elf was able to slice the knees of a couple more before one grabbed her, then Xindaris immediately slammed something like a fist into its skull, crushing it inward to its brain, and caught her and put her easily back on the ground with the other arm. Then he was almost hit in the back of the head by one monster’s mad charge, but she tripped it and he jumped straight on top of it, digging in his claws and using the momentum to slice apart another two of them.
TAB“Four left,” he said, but both of them were tired by now. The four surrounded them, and he was far more tired than anticipated, having not slept in a few days. “Can’t you use magic?” he half-demanded, barely managing to dodge the attack of one of the creatures.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:01 pm
PAGE FOUR [INCOMPLETE]
TABElestari the near-elf rolled her eyes as she dodged a swipe from one of the standing monsters. Now he asks, she thought. But feeling inclined to finish what she had gotten herself into, the tiny elf flipped back a few times away from the group. She planted her feet, raised her hands, lowered them again and preformed a few complex motions that were too fast to follow properly. Just as quick, she held out her hand parallel to the ground, and arranged her fingers to point at the remaining monsters. Then, Elestari spoke for the first time in front of them all. Her voice was soft, but the great power in it was obvious. "Vanwa; ee ost ell edhel, an han tulinuva ell ost ell adan!" A flash of silent blinding light erupted from her fingertips, and sticks of lightning struck the monsters left, frying their flesh in a second.
TABPanting profusely, the Neshobe shifted to his more humanoid form, and then paused to say, "I must thank you for your timely help in destroying these monsters. I should warn you, however, that there is a storm coming later tonight, and no shelter besides this tavern close enough to get to by the time it gets here. I'm going to stay in the tavern tonight, and would advise you to do the same, unless you prefer getting wet."
TABNeshoba had a sense about how the weather would occur within a few hours nearby, so he probably knew what he was talking about. He put action to words and went inside, apparently too tired to care if he could trust her or not. He curled up behind the counter and was apparently asleep before she could say anything.
TABShe stayed quiet as she walked over to him and listened to his words, but didn't show any annoyance to his disregard for attention to her response like anyone else would. When he curled up, she raised her small hands and pulled back her hood, revealing long silvery hair and deep blue eyes. A little tear of blue was a cursed tattoo on her cheek; which marked her of the lost rain clan of the elves. She was petite, but more beautiful in the elegance of her face then cute in her size. But, after taking a good look around the tavern, Elestari returned to Xindaris' side, bowed even though he was curled up with his eyes closed, probably already asleep, and went back outside; deciding to sleep somewhere in the rain.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:03 pm
Fragment completed
Sorry everyone but ninkira, it's kinda too early in the story for your characters to be there yet. But don't worry, we'll get there and we can still use your imput for this. and Ninkira, the reason page four is incomplete is because I need a one to four paragraph description of Elestari in general: about the rain clan and about how exactly she is a 'near-elf'. Yeah, I changed the battle sequence entirely in some parts to make it flow better and be more intersting, but that shouldn't be too much of a problem, eh?
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 9:03 pm
If this is where you want to leave off when we start again, we can still have Sil's characters (and not re-do everything) by having Elestari have met her before Xin. That way, she'll have a reason to be more distrustful and bitter then usual, and sort of sad. Also, it wouldn't make her so melodramamtic, because she'd have a pretty damn good reason to be sad. :3
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 5:43 pm
I'm confused.. I'm working on this as an actual story, not a start-again for the RP, and I'm not entirely sure which 'she' you're talking about in that second sentence either...
what I wanted was a simple description of just what Elestari is in general and specific, much the way the first paragraph on page two describes Xindaris.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:30 pm
But you're still going to start another rp, right? D: (Oh, and the 'she' = Elestari)
Elestari, though short (5"7'- short for her), still retains the graceful, beautiful image of the elves. The fact that she has a bit of human blood in her is impossible to notice by looks, but maybe by smell. Somewhere in her family, an affair with a human might have been the cause (it's that small). Her pale aquamarine eyes sparkle like an age old glaicer, and her white (with hints of brown so that you know it's natural), shoulder-length straight hair glows in the sun. Her hair seemes to be plauged by some odd form of gravity though, because not a strand ever moves in the wind, and points to the ground always.
Um.. since you're making this into a story, do you want to know her history? I told it to SilntAngl because she would know a bit, but who knows, you might like it and want to use it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 5:25 pm
yeah, just like a slight general-ish description of who the Rain clan is, and probably tell me a bit more outside of the paragraph for future reference.
and, humm... well, let's see, I think I may start an RP in the far, FAR, past; about 20,000 years at least. A mere legend in this story. It's the easiest part of the whole 'Aranor outline' I have in my brain to turn into an RP because, well, "it's just vauge enough to work!" razz
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:03 pm
Eh, since my character is had lived since basically the start of time it would allow him to be used in the past eh? Of course he'd be more like the usual person then he is now in the present. He would be the 'avatar of wrath.' So to speak then rather then a guy wanting forgiveness.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 11:09 am
I've been working on the RP in the past in some random spare time; it's considered a 'prolouge' and takes place some 20,000 years before this story, when those 7 beings had just been created by the dragons to help wage their war... so yeah that character's gonna be pretty dang evil at that time...
[as far as I can tell, time and technology moves a LOT slower on Aranor, because many of the races are immortal to age or age VERY slowly...]
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