I began to run after her, still wondering if I have been a fool to trust her. Turning my head around I saw what was following us, one of the things created by the Breakers, a Fel Reaver.
A short whistle brought me my mount. Saddling it, I started after her at full speed. She were still running afoot. Grabbing her arm I pulled her in the saddle of my ram and pressed on forward.
“Thanks for waking me up back there.”
“No problem. We should make it a little more to the east. There is a camp there where we could get some rest, and let your mount roam free.”
“Good, we do be goin’ there. By the way, they do be callin’ me Nuir.”
“And me Sygn. Where do ya be headin’?”
“To the outpost there, but I did not know how far that was.”
Reaching the outpost, pieces of a Fel Reaver laid scattered around the camp.
“Don’t look so surprised. It looks like they managed to down one of these things. Anyhow let me introduce you to the commander of this outpost.”
Showing posts with label The Broken Lands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Broken Lands. Show all posts
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
A sleeping dwarf
Sygn had never in her life seen something more reckless and foolish than the sight she had right before her eyes in that moment. A dwarf, swaddled in a striped blanket and by all means and ends soundly asleep, having a nearby rock as his only shelter.
Who could have been so careless to fall asleep in such a place, in a land where the slightest moment off guard could mean death - and an ugly sort of it? Well, his snores were probably enough to scare half the Legion away, she chuckled to herself. Nonetheless, she could not leave him there. Maybe he was in trouble, lost in this savage land, where even flying rocks might bash your head in without warning. Not that she had ever seen a lost dwarf before. But one could never know...
"Heya! Wake up!"
The stout paladin accompanied her shout with some dedicated prodding with the handle of her hefty axe.
The sleeping dwarf groaned, then stretched and blinked hazily towards the light and the sound of her voice.
"What do ya want, woman?" he asked, obviously irritated. "Can't a man get some decent sleep in 'tis place?"
As if to answer his words, the ground shook violently a couple of times. He jumped to his feet, half stumbling on the blanket, trying to maintain his equilibrium.
"Whadda?"
The ground trembled again, as if under the weight of some enormous, purposeful steps. Sygn whirled around to look over her shoulder, then clasped a fist on her black braid as she turned back to him.
"Me thinks we're goin' to find out how swift ya can be, dwarf", she said, half mockingly; then suddenly her voice became urgent and maybe a little scared. "Now run!"
Who could have been so careless to fall asleep in such a place, in a land where the slightest moment off guard could mean death - and an ugly sort of it? Well, his snores were probably enough to scare half the Legion away, she chuckled to herself. Nonetheless, she could not leave him there. Maybe he was in trouble, lost in this savage land, where even flying rocks might bash your head in without warning. Not that she had ever seen a lost dwarf before. But one could never know...
"Heya! Wake up!"
The stout paladin accompanied her shout with some dedicated prodding with the handle of her hefty axe.
The sleeping dwarf groaned, then stretched and blinked hazily towards the light and the sound of her voice.
"What do ya want, woman?" he asked, obviously irritated. "Can't a man get some decent sleep in 'tis place?"
As if to answer his words, the ground shook violently a couple of times. He jumped to his feet, half stumbling on the blanket, trying to maintain his equilibrium.
"Whadda?"
The ground trembled again, as if under the weight of some enormous, purposeful steps. Sygn whirled around to look over her shoulder, then clasped a fist on her black braid as she turned back to him.
"Me thinks we're goin' to find out how swift ya can be, dwarf", she said, half mockingly; then suddenly her voice became urgent and maybe a little scared. "Now run!"
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
The Broken Lands
Our battles brought me to the place where everything happened, The Broken Lands. Until now we waged our war at home, but now we are taking the war to them.
The broken lands, the place where it all happened, well most of it… old tales say that this is where the third war has started from, our allies say that this is the place that they call home, but now this is the place where we fight, fight against our enemies, fight against the bigger menace.
Any tale that I have heard does not come to depict the state of this place, a barren wasteland, floating in mid air, where a wrong step might kill you. I wonder how this place still stays together, but this is a question that only our allies might be able to answer.
This is my third day here and our settlement is under siege, a constant war against the Breakers. I can only wish that the enemies don’t have an easier time. But siege or no siege, other things must be cared for and arranged. The Breakers roam the land and some ‘cleaning’ is in order.
The captain of the outpost sent a couple of his men somewhere to the east of the settlement to survey the area, but he has not received word from them in days, so now he’s asking for volunteers to search for them but no one wants to get out from the relative safety of the settlement.
I volunteered; it would give me something to do while I can explore the lands and bash some Breaker heads in if I have the chance, and lend a hand to the defense.
Starting out, one thing struck me… rocks floating in the air. I knew that this land is broken but nothing prepared me for this. It looks like besides the Breakers, I have to keep an eye out for flying rocks that might bash my head… a man has to do what a man has to do.
From the speed of my mount I could see traces left by the men from the outpost, but nothing that indicated if they were alive or dead, and light was fading soon, making my search even harder.
I decided to pull off from the road to find a place where I could make camp for the night, but this barren waste land had nothing to offer, except a place under the stars.
The broken lands, the place where it all happened, well most of it… old tales say that this is where the third war has started from, our allies say that this is the place that they call home, but now this is the place where we fight, fight against our enemies, fight against the bigger menace.
Any tale that I have heard does not come to depict the state of this place, a barren wasteland, floating in mid air, where a wrong step might kill you. I wonder how this place still stays together, but this is a question that only our allies might be able to answer.
***
This is my third day here and our settlement is under siege, a constant war against the Breakers. I can only wish that the enemies don’t have an easier time. But siege or no siege, other things must be cared for and arranged. The Breakers roam the land and some ‘cleaning’ is in order.
The captain of the outpost sent a couple of his men somewhere to the east of the settlement to survey the area, but he has not received word from them in days, so now he’s asking for volunteers to search for them but no one wants to get out from the relative safety of the settlement.
I volunteered; it would give me something to do while I can explore the lands and bash some Breaker heads in if I have the chance, and lend a hand to the defense.
Starting out, one thing struck me… rocks floating in the air. I knew that this land is broken but nothing prepared me for this. It looks like besides the Breakers, I have to keep an eye out for flying rocks that might bash my head… a man has to do what a man has to do.
From the speed of my mount I could see traces left by the men from the outpost, but nothing that indicated if they were alive or dead, and light was fading soon, making my search even harder.
I decided to pull off from the road to find a place where I could make camp for the night, but this barren waste land had nothing to offer, except a place under the stars.
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Nuir
I am Nuir, of the Stone Watch clan and this is my story
I’ve been born in the Old World, in a place called Kharanos, right outside the walls of our greatest city, a quiet place but, we are at war, we have been at war forever, even since before I was born, ever since before my parents were born. Now it is hard to remember a time where there was peace in the word.
We have fought many battles during our history, among ourselves, with our allies, with our enemies, with everybody, but we have still managed to survive. The last one was gruesome and led to the destruction of one of our allied cities, Gnomeregan. Now the city is uninhabitable, but still there are treasures that need to be recovered from there and put to good use. We still go in the fallen city to recover items for our brethren the Gnomes. It is hard but is well worth it.
But this is not the war I am fighting in… the war for recovering the lost Gnomeregan… there is a bigger menace to our kind, the ones that wish to vanquish all life and hope… the ones that broke the World.
I’ve been born in the Old World, in a place called Kharanos, right outside the walls of our greatest city, a quiet place but, we are at war, we have been at war forever, even since before I was born, ever since before my parents were born. Now it is hard to remember a time where there was peace in the word.
We have fought many battles during our history, among ourselves, with our allies, with our enemies, with everybody, but we have still managed to survive. The last one was gruesome and led to the destruction of one of our allied cities, Gnomeregan. Now the city is uninhabitable, but still there are treasures that need to be recovered from there and put to good use. We still go in the fallen city to recover items for our brethren the Gnomes. It is hard but is well worth it.
But this is not the war I am fighting in… the war for recovering the lost Gnomeregan… there is a bigger menace to our kind, the ones that wish to vanquish all life and hope… the ones that broke the World.
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