Post by swordfish on Sept 17, 2006 0:43:39 GMT -5
OK, I moved my story, cause I ended up going into ADJL world. I don't know how I'm going to make that work, but it will.
I write in huge chunks. I can't help it, sorry. Some parts I lack detail, but I'm sure that you won't mind. I think you won't at least.
I'm done. Read your hearts out.
ALSO: I tend to lean to the more serious side. So there will be mild swearing that the site may or may not censor. If they aren't, my apologies to those who are offended. Also, there may be violence and gore. So...Heads up.
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The Wheat of Haven
Orca squinted into the sunset as she ran her fingers through the fine wheat of the endless field she had made her way into. She soaked in the sun as it began its descent behind the distant Castillo Mountains that divided Haven into its three different continents. She could see a slight glint of sun reflect off the meager amount of snow on the side of the mountains. Of course, the snow was much thinker and abundant on the opposite side, where the cold region of Haven was located. Orca had always wondered what it was like in the other regions of Haven. But, being seen was impossible to do, let alone hire someone to help her travel to the other sides of the world that it inhabitants called Haven. Orca was never seen by anyone in the world. She didn’t have much guile, and she never stressed hiding from anyone. What really was happening is that she was ignored. Always. The majority of Haven followed a single religion. In this religion, any anomalies were ignored. They simply didn’t exist. They were dark feeling and thoughts of other worlds trying to disrupt the perfection and tranquility of Haven. Orca was an anomaly.
Haven was the perfect world. It had no wars, no fighting, no drought, no famine, no blizzards, no “Act’s of God”, no minorities, no opposing forces, no one leader, no multiple religions, no bad thoughts, no bad crop, no bad season, no black sheep; anything that was considered a negative force to the residents of Haven either was non existent or was never present at all. Haven was made up of one race, Neneald. The race looked like they were a perfect match for Haven. The men mostly were around the height of 5’10” and they were all fit, but not overly muscular. The women were all about 5’7” and were all slender and lean. Compared to Orca, most of them had larger than average breasts and large hips. The race in general all have long, pointed ears and noses and slightly squinted eyes. Every Neneald seemed to radiate with wisdom and arrogance, but it didn’t matter. They were the only race that inhabited Haven. They feed off of wheat and vegetables and drank only water and wine. This is where Orca fell away from the general population. She wasn’t a Neneald.
Orca didn’t have the pointed ears and nose, instead her facial extremities were more rounded and shorter. She was also taller that most of the women; she measured at 5’9”, while her breast and hips weren’t nearly as large as any of the Neneald women. Since she wasn’t part of the race, she wasn’t ever looked at as a real thing; only as an illusion made by dark sprits that really were no threat to the Neneald. She couldn’t buy anything or ask for anything from the people, so she would just steal from the fruit trees if they were in season, and if they weren’t, she would just carefully take the scraps of Nenealds that had finished meals inside of their taverns and pubs and live off that. Water was easy enough to come by; all rivers and streams were pure water and nothing else. No disease or illness ever flowed through a Haven body of water.
To pass most of her time, she would steal books from Neneald libraries and bring them back where she had finished. She would often read fiction books, about places that were better that the place that she was rejected in. She would read about tramps that were spit on and cursed at and think that even that would be better than walking for hours in a single town and not have one person look her way.
One day she had came upon a book that spoke of a great Neneald sage that opened a door to another world. It said that when he stepped in to this world, the people there feared him because he was different and in that began to hate him. Certain people stood up for the sage and tried to defend him. Many of these people were different from the majority of the new world too. The sage looked to them for help to find away beck to Haven so that the fighting could end. The one that lead the group was named Gikadonu. Gikadonu was a gigantic lizard with wings called a Dragon, and was a born leader. Gikadonu pulled together more dragons, along with many other creatures that hid from the main race of the world. But instead of fighting back, Gikadonu thought it better if they blended in with the race that sought to destroy them. So the creatures fell into the world with the main race, and the dragons became the ones that protected them all from groups of the race that constantly tried to find and kill them, even after the bulk of the race lost interest. The dragon’s all gathered on an island unknown to the race of the world and brought the sage with them. The sage lived with them in happiness for many years, but at one point became home sick and longed for his real world. The dragons saw this within their friend and made a way home for the sage. They constructed Wyvern’s Fence of off one of the main land masses that the race and named the cove that it laid in Cape Indigo. Before the sage left, he made all the dragon’s armor and weapons with the near perfect smiting skills that he had learned in Haven. He gave it to them as thanks for all that they had done for him and to help them protect the creatures that had also helped him. The story ends as the Dragon’s sadly say goodbye to their friend as he steps through the portal known as Wyvern’s Gate.
Orca felt the cover of that very book as she held it in her lap; still watching the sun slowly creep down the horizon. She never returned that book. Orca decided she had had enough and picked herself up from the spot in the wheat field that she had laid down in. She gathered her scraps of food and her other small belonging that she had taken out of her bag and began to stuff them back inside. She slung the sack over her shoulder and put the strap near her neck. She began to trudge through the 4 foot tall wheat but turned around for one more look. The sun set perfectly. As the orange saucer proceeded to duck under the horizon, it emitted a brilliant lather of orange, red, pink and salmon. It was a perfect sunset. Also a typical summer evening in Haven. “I would give it all just to see a cloud or two now and then.” Orca let out a deep, depressing sigh and turned back to the way she was walking. Before she could even take a step, the wheat a good 30 feet from her left rustled with significant force.
Instinct was right for once, for if Orca had not drawn her rusted wakasahi from the scabbard on her back, the black figure may have killed her with the gnarled javelin that he had hurled at her before jumping into the air. She had known how to fight with the small sword for as long as she knew, and she skillfully twisted the blade around the javelin in midair and flung it harmlessly away from her. The black garb man ducked back into the wheat before she had time to retaliate. The javelin left a large gash down her arm, slightly hitting an artery. She clutched her arm and let out a small yelp as a large amount of blood began to saturate the dirt below her. Orca knew that she needed a bandage, but she didn’t really think of a man giving her a look today, let alone him lashing out and trying to kill her. Any other day, or world, she would have owned bandages.
She knew the man was moving around below the surface of the wheat. There was no way to tell where he was going to pop out again, so she did what she thought was best in her situation and sheathed her sword. Then, she took off running, back towards the small village that she had just passed through the day before. She could feel the wheat grains gather in the middle of her leather sandals as she kicked and combed her way through the grass. She heard the wheat part again behind her and looked back in terror as the man in the black garb leaped out of the grass again, throwing another javelin. Orca leaped to the side, the javelin missing any vital organ. Still, it found its way into her side and made an effort to stay there. Orca winced and fell onto her haunches, unsheathing her wakashai and snapping the wood 2 inches from her side. It would prove harder to remove later if she didn’t bleed to death, but she needed to be able to run away before she did anything else. She coughed while returning to her feet and blood trickled in to her mouth. This was a world where Orca couldn’t get the time of day, let alone medical attention. Considering that fact, it looked like her time had come.
She turned to face the man, her wakashai weakly held in her good arm. The man came up from the wheat and saw that Orca was ready to end it. He drew a small, wide piece of wood which turned into another one of the javelins that he had been throwing about. He was dressed in all black garbs and his face was covered with a black veil type mask. He resembled Orca’s mental image of a Ninja, something that she had thought only existed in the fiction books she read. The javelin wasn’t a weapon that the fictional characters carried, but it didn’t really matter to her as she felt the consistent flow of her blood trickle down her side and along her pant legs. She knew she had no time left, but she didn’t want to go down without a fight. She surged forward with all her strength and trusted the wakashai at the attacker, lunging at the last second and propelling herself forward as she caught the backside of a rock with her foot. She saw the man easily move out of the way and begin the final blow. Orca fell on her good side and closed her eyes, waiting for the man to finish it. But the spear never hit her.
After waiting for what seemed like hours, Orca finally opened her eyes to see the man stopped in mid swing, grunting slightly as he stood with the spear raised high in the air. He finally dropped to his knees, reaching towards his back and crying out in pain. Orca then saw a knife embedded in the shoulder of the man. It had been thrown, since no one could be seen in the mixture of moon and sun light. Orca, still on the ground, looked about as best as she could, trying to find the owner of the knife, while the man began to pull it out of his back, Orca looking over seeing that the knife was barbed and looked like it was meant to be thrown. The man pulled the knife all the way out, letting out a loud scream as he threw it on the ground. He then dug into his shirt and pulled out what looked like a metal sphere with a handle. The sphere itself looked somewhat like an apple. The man pulled out a little pin from the sphere and then threw it on the ground. He grunted and quickly darted off. Just as the man left, Orca heard another disturbance, but this time it was in the air. She turned her head to try and find the owner of the sound, but she was blinded by the remaining sunlight. Just as she was about to turn back towards the direction of the man, a voice cried out.
“d**n it! You bastards didn’t use up all your grenades in Kaslahar?” Orca looked back to the sun, but it soon was covered by a black form that swooped down and covered over Orca. She had determined that the present musk that the form had smelled of raspberries when a loud explosion came from the direction of the man that had attacked her. She yelped again and made a weak effort to break away from the forms grasp, but all the blood she lost made it difficult to move, and the forms arm was very strong. After the quake subsided, the form lifted away from Orca and it seemed to dance a little bit as it got up. Orca looked away, but then snapped her head back to what she had just seen. Before her eyes appeared what many had called a myth. She had heard tales of the great beast before her, but only of ones much larger that would prey upon livestock of small villages. But the real feelings she had for the being were not fear, but admiration. The very star of her favorite book was standing before her. “Gikadonu?” She questioned the being with awe. She had no idea if it was real or just a byproduct of her blood lose. The being looked at her with one eye, and a weak smile came from his maw as he shook metal shards from his back and dabbed the flames that had started on his shoulders and hair.
“Not quite.”
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For the Love of God, tell me if I did good with this at all! For both our sakes!
Chapter 2 just may possiblly get us set up for a semi-interseting story, so stay friggen tuned!
Or just post for more, cause I have 3 chapters done.
Dx
I'm pathetic.
Also, I know Jake hasn't been even thought about. If you want to boot me back over to Stories, I don't blame you. But, I'm just trying to get the story rolling, and I need to do things that don't involve Jake for the time being. I assure you that Jake and the crew will apper soon and will be a major part of the story. So, you know, FYI.
I write in huge chunks. I can't help it, sorry. Some parts I lack detail, but I'm sure that you won't mind. I think you won't at least.
I'm done. Read your hearts out.
ALSO: I tend to lean to the more serious side. So there will be mild swearing that the site may or may not censor. If they aren't, my apologies to those who are offended. Also, there may be violence and gore. So...Heads up.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Wheat of Haven
Orca squinted into the sunset as she ran her fingers through the fine wheat of the endless field she had made her way into. She soaked in the sun as it began its descent behind the distant Castillo Mountains that divided Haven into its three different continents. She could see a slight glint of sun reflect off the meager amount of snow on the side of the mountains. Of course, the snow was much thinker and abundant on the opposite side, where the cold region of Haven was located. Orca had always wondered what it was like in the other regions of Haven. But, being seen was impossible to do, let alone hire someone to help her travel to the other sides of the world that it inhabitants called Haven. Orca was never seen by anyone in the world. She didn’t have much guile, and she never stressed hiding from anyone. What really was happening is that she was ignored. Always. The majority of Haven followed a single religion. In this religion, any anomalies were ignored. They simply didn’t exist. They were dark feeling and thoughts of other worlds trying to disrupt the perfection and tranquility of Haven. Orca was an anomaly.
Haven was the perfect world. It had no wars, no fighting, no drought, no famine, no blizzards, no “Act’s of God”, no minorities, no opposing forces, no one leader, no multiple religions, no bad thoughts, no bad crop, no bad season, no black sheep; anything that was considered a negative force to the residents of Haven either was non existent or was never present at all. Haven was made up of one race, Neneald. The race looked like they were a perfect match for Haven. The men mostly were around the height of 5’10” and they were all fit, but not overly muscular. The women were all about 5’7” and were all slender and lean. Compared to Orca, most of them had larger than average breasts and large hips. The race in general all have long, pointed ears and noses and slightly squinted eyes. Every Neneald seemed to radiate with wisdom and arrogance, but it didn’t matter. They were the only race that inhabited Haven. They feed off of wheat and vegetables and drank only water and wine. This is where Orca fell away from the general population. She wasn’t a Neneald.
Orca didn’t have the pointed ears and nose, instead her facial extremities were more rounded and shorter. She was also taller that most of the women; she measured at 5’9”, while her breast and hips weren’t nearly as large as any of the Neneald women. Since she wasn’t part of the race, she wasn’t ever looked at as a real thing; only as an illusion made by dark sprits that really were no threat to the Neneald. She couldn’t buy anything or ask for anything from the people, so she would just steal from the fruit trees if they were in season, and if they weren’t, she would just carefully take the scraps of Nenealds that had finished meals inside of their taverns and pubs and live off that. Water was easy enough to come by; all rivers and streams were pure water and nothing else. No disease or illness ever flowed through a Haven body of water.
To pass most of her time, she would steal books from Neneald libraries and bring them back where she had finished. She would often read fiction books, about places that were better that the place that she was rejected in. She would read about tramps that were spit on and cursed at and think that even that would be better than walking for hours in a single town and not have one person look her way.
One day she had came upon a book that spoke of a great Neneald sage that opened a door to another world. It said that when he stepped in to this world, the people there feared him because he was different and in that began to hate him. Certain people stood up for the sage and tried to defend him. Many of these people were different from the majority of the new world too. The sage looked to them for help to find away beck to Haven so that the fighting could end. The one that lead the group was named Gikadonu. Gikadonu was a gigantic lizard with wings called a Dragon, and was a born leader. Gikadonu pulled together more dragons, along with many other creatures that hid from the main race of the world. But instead of fighting back, Gikadonu thought it better if they blended in with the race that sought to destroy them. So the creatures fell into the world with the main race, and the dragons became the ones that protected them all from groups of the race that constantly tried to find and kill them, even after the bulk of the race lost interest. The dragon’s all gathered on an island unknown to the race of the world and brought the sage with them. The sage lived with them in happiness for many years, but at one point became home sick and longed for his real world. The dragons saw this within their friend and made a way home for the sage. They constructed Wyvern’s Fence of off one of the main land masses that the race and named the cove that it laid in Cape Indigo. Before the sage left, he made all the dragon’s armor and weapons with the near perfect smiting skills that he had learned in Haven. He gave it to them as thanks for all that they had done for him and to help them protect the creatures that had also helped him. The story ends as the Dragon’s sadly say goodbye to their friend as he steps through the portal known as Wyvern’s Gate.
Orca felt the cover of that very book as she held it in her lap; still watching the sun slowly creep down the horizon. She never returned that book. Orca decided she had had enough and picked herself up from the spot in the wheat field that she had laid down in. She gathered her scraps of food and her other small belonging that she had taken out of her bag and began to stuff them back inside. She slung the sack over her shoulder and put the strap near her neck. She began to trudge through the 4 foot tall wheat but turned around for one more look. The sun set perfectly. As the orange saucer proceeded to duck under the horizon, it emitted a brilliant lather of orange, red, pink and salmon. It was a perfect sunset. Also a typical summer evening in Haven. “I would give it all just to see a cloud or two now and then.” Orca let out a deep, depressing sigh and turned back to the way she was walking. Before she could even take a step, the wheat a good 30 feet from her left rustled with significant force.
Instinct was right for once, for if Orca had not drawn her rusted wakasahi from the scabbard on her back, the black figure may have killed her with the gnarled javelin that he had hurled at her before jumping into the air. She had known how to fight with the small sword for as long as she knew, and she skillfully twisted the blade around the javelin in midair and flung it harmlessly away from her. The black garb man ducked back into the wheat before she had time to retaliate. The javelin left a large gash down her arm, slightly hitting an artery. She clutched her arm and let out a small yelp as a large amount of blood began to saturate the dirt below her. Orca knew that she needed a bandage, but she didn’t really think of a man giving her a look today, let alone him lashing out and trying to kill her. Any other day, or world, she would have owned bandages.
She knew the man was moving around below the surface of the wheat. There was no way to tell where he was going to pop out again, so she did what she thought was best in her situation and sheathed her sword. Then, she took off running, back towards the small village that she had just passed through the day before. She could feel the wheat grains gather in the middle of her leather sandals as she kicked and combed her way through the grass. She heard the wheat part again behind her and looked back in terror as the man in the black garb leaped out of the grass again, throwing another javelin. Orca leaped to the side, the javelin missing any vital organ. Still, it found its way into her side and made an effort to stay there. Orca winced and fell onto her haunches, unsheathing her wakashai and snapping the wood 2 inches from her side. It would prove harder to remove later if she didn’t bleed to death, but she needed to be able to run away before she did anything else. She coughed while returning to her feet and blood trickled in to her mouth. This was a world where Orca couldn’t get the time of day, let alone medical attention. Considering that fact, it looked like her time had come.
She turned to face the man, her wakashai weakly held in her good arm. The man came up from the wheat and saw that Orca was ready to end it. He drew a small, wide piece of wood which turned into another one of the javelins that he had been throwing about. He was dressed in all black garbs and his face was covered with a black veil type mask. He resembled Orca’s mental image of a Ninja, something that she had thought only existed in the fiction books she read. The javelin wasn’t a weapon that the fictional characters carried, but it didn’t really matter to her as she felt the consistent flow of her blood trickle down her side and along her pant legs. She knew she had no time left, but she didn’t want to go down without a fight. She surged forward with all her strength and trusted the wakashai at the attacker, lunging at the last second and propelling herself forward as she caught the backside of a rock with her foot. She saw the man easily move out of the way and begin the final blow. Orca fell on her good side and closed her eyes, waiting for the man to finish it. But the spear never hit her.
After waiting for what seemed like hours, Orca finally opened her eyes to see the man stopped in mid swing, grunting slightly as he stood with the spear raised high in the air. He finally dropped to his knees, reaching towards his back and crying out in pain. Orca then saw a knife embedded in the shoulder of the man. It had been thrown, since no one could be seen in the mixture of moon and sun light. Orca, still on the ground, looked about as best as she could, trying to find the owner of the knife, while the man began to pull it out of his back, Orca looking over seeing that the knife was barbed and looked like it was meant to be thrown. The man pulled the knife all the way out, letting out a loud scream as he threw it on the ground. He then dug into his shirt and pulled out what looked like a metal sphere with a handle. The sphere itself looked somewhat like an apple. The man pulled out a little pin from the sphere and then threw it on the ground. He grunted and quickly darted off. Just as the man left, Orca heard another disturbance, but this time it was in the air. She turned her head to try and find the owner of the sound, but she was blinded by the remaining sunlight. Just as she was about to turn back towards the direction of the man, a voice cried out.
“d**n it! You bastards didn’t use up all your grenades in Kaslahar?” Orca looked back to the sun, but it soon was covered by a black form that swooped down and covered over Orca. She had determined that the present musk that the form had smelled of raspberries when a loud explosion came from the direction of the man that had attacked her. She yelped again and made a weak effort to break away from the forms grasp, but all the blood she lost made it difficult to move, and the forms arm was very strong. After the quake subsided, the form lifted away from Orca and it seemed to dance a little bit as it got up. Orca looked away, but then snapped her head back to what she had just seen. Before her eyes appeared what many had called a myth. She had heard tales of the great beast before her, but only of ones much larger that would prey upon livestock of small villages. But the real feelings she had for the being were not fear, but admiration. The very star of her favorite book was standing before her. “Gikadonu?” She questioned the being with awe. She had no idea if it was real or just a byproduct of her blood lose. The being looked at her with one eye, and a weak smile came from his maw as he shook metal shards from his back and dabbed the flames that had started on his shoulders and hair.
“Not quite.”
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For the Love of God, tell me if I did good with this at all! For both our sakes!
Chapter 2 just may possiblly get us set up for a semi-interseting story, so stay friggen tuned!
Or just post for more, cause I have 3 chapters done.
Dx
I'm pathetic.
Also, I know Jake hasn't been even thought about. If you want to boot me back over to Stories, I don't blame you. But, I'm just trying to get the story rolling, and I need to do things that don't involve Jake for the time being. I assure you that Jake and the crew will apper soon and will be a major part of the story. So, you know, FYI.