Post by Duskwalker on Feb 7, 2008 22:42:01 GMT -5
Since my campaign setting seems to constantly either die, or not get attention. I have decided to write a story using the setting instead of trying to make another campaign. I will post the First chapter that I have completed and if you have a constructive critique for me just send me a message about it with the subject "Critique" any feed back would be appreciated, just as long as it is constructive... and Now without further delay the first chapter of my story.
Wyrdfell, a world of legend, power and corruption; for thelongest time the four kingdoms of the world all located on only continent in this world live in peace and harmony for many years never tipping the balance of what they had. Always helping one another in time of need, but in this new world of might and magic, the three kingdoms of the world of wyrdfell are at war; The mighty Taurics and the majestic Elves against the newly formed human kingdom that had conquered the ancient Dwarves, who were the only voice of reason between the other races. Without that voice of reason there seems to be no end to the conflict; there is the smallest hope, but on the outskirts of the Elven Kingdom, there is a village where a single human family that wished to avoid the war and live in peace; was accepted by the villagers as people who had no where else to turn. In this family there was a young boy, who lived a care free life... Far before the fall of the Dwarven Kingdom and the balance destroyed...
The begining - A child of Destiny
In this village surrounded by woods, that appeared to be in constant bloom through out all of the seasons. The villagers seemed to be happy and moving along their day to day lives, everyone of them being Elves except for a single human family living on the outskirts of the village seemed to be getting themselves situated in their new home. The family were known to be good skinners and trackers, so the village decided as a whole that there skills would be needed do to a short supply of people able to help support the village since the recent conflicts began to flare up even more. There was three to this family a mother and father, along with a young boy.
Alexander was a simple child, in a Elven village standing out like his parents he has brown hair, grey eyes average build for a human child; with his parents Seth and Natasha; Seth having Brown hair and grey eyes a muscular build for his frame, while Natasha has Blonde hair and brown eyes and have a slender, but toned figure for her frame... The village of Elves accepted his family as refugees, but his parents refused to accept charity and earned their keep as hunters and tackers or helping out with the local guard when they are needed. Alexander was like any normal child, well human child at least. Alexander played with other kids, and helped his parents whenever he thought that they needed the extra hand. He would run around the town, going into taverns running errands for his parents; normal kid things. When Alexander was six his mother gave birth to his younger sister, named Narasha, who had blonde hair and grey eyes. After Narasha was born Alexander helped raise her and to watch over her whenever his parents were not at home; when she was old enough to walk around on her own, Alexander was given the task of protecting her, whenever their parents are not around or if they need to go get some thigns done with the local guard... Many years passed in this simple village with only the Elven Royal Guard coming through town for supplies, their armor was elegant and beautiful, it was almost as if it was a second skin and it was the subtle differences that made it obvious that it was armor.
After that things seemed to get a little bit worse; when Alexander was 10, he was going into the tavern to do some errands when heard the news of the wild game being attacked by something rather large and left some really weird markings around the surroundings; like the trees and the ground were begining to decay and crumble, the elves were pretty spooked by the whole ordeal; one of them even said that they have never seen anything like it before and that the main capital would have to be informed about the incident. Some of the elves thought that it was a bear or something un-natural and that someone must be messing with forces that the gods will surely smite for tampering with the delicate balance of the world to make something like that. Alexander was quickly pushed out the door with the parcel that he was sent to pick up with the tavern keeper saying as he moved Alexander out the door.
"You shouldn't listen to them lad, they have already had to much ale..."
Alexander continued with his duties for the day, which involved delivering the parcel to the blacksmith. When he arrived the Blacksmith was at work, using the bellows in the furnace for his latest batch of weapons, tools, and supports for the recent construction and repair of some buildings. The blacksmith wore black tinted goggles that protected his eyes from the blast of heat with every pump of the bellows. Every time Alexander was sent to the blacksmith he was told to stay in a certain area for his own protection and he did for the most part, waiting as patiently as a 10 year old could, after a while the blacksmith noticed that Alexander was there and when he got to a point that he could take a break he lifted the goggles up and began to walk over to Alexander. The blacksmith was a six foot nine inches of muscle, sweat, and elbow grease and easily towering over the small Alexander; he had no hair on his head, do to the fact that of the constant contact with hot metal and fire.
"What is it that you have brought me there?" the Blacksmith bellowed with a loud voice that seemed to echo no matter where he went.
"I have a delivery for you from the capital, I was real careful with it."
"I can see that lad, not lets see what is inside."
The blacksmith and Alexander walked over to a clear table neaby, with the blacksmith beginning to open it already realizing what it is, lifts it out of the container for Alexander to see. It was a beautiful hilt for a sword, it was elegant at the first glance, but the longer you continued to look at it you could begin to feel something odd about it, like it wanted to slash at you. It had a piece of string hanging off of the guard there was a note that read \Order #31853\ the blacksmith dropped it from his hands and it fell back into the box when he read it out loud, he had a startled look on his face.
"Whats wrong sir? is everything ok with the order" Alexander said with a concerned tone, that he may not have picked up the right order.
"Alexander, please leave and don't tell anyone about this..." the blacksmith had a serious tone in his voice that made Alexander a little scared
Alexander left without a fuss still wondering what was the matter with the blacksmith. At this time it was getting dark and he hurried back home, ate his dinner, helped clean up afterwords and then went to sleep. He soundly for the most part, but after everyone else went to sleep something woke him up.
"What is that sound? Singing? who could be singing at this hour?" Alexander said while rubbing his eyes
The sound was hauntingly beautiful, it was as if it was luring him somewhere. He jumped down from his window and began to head into the woods under the light of the Full Moon. The woods were darker in this light, but it calmed Alexander to the point that he wasn't afraid, but he continued to follow the beautiful sound until he reach a rather large pond with a cave next to it, a few rocks reaching across parts of the lake and a strange lightly glowing flowers going around the pond that he had never seen before. The sound was loudest here, he saw a woman laying on a large stone reaching over the pond; she moved her hand gently through the water as she sang. She looked up at Alexander and smiled at him, giving him an uncomfortable feeling about her. She pushed herself up off the rock that she was laying on revealing that she was barely wearing anything, and that Alexander couldn't look away even if he wanted to. She didn't really seem to notice him after that; she began walking towards the opening of the cave and she seemed to be talking to someone.
"My lord why am I cursed to remain here? Didn't I do as you commanded?" there was a long pause before she continued "But how was I suppose to know that your father would get in the way? He is far more powerful then I am my Lord, what am I suppose to do?" a brief moment later she begins to speak again "What?! use the boy? Mmmh hehe, what a beautiful idea my lord... Thank you this insight, I will do as you command..." she says this with a little sinister laughter at the end
She begins drawing something in the ground causing a decaying smell to fill the air. after that she sliced open her left hand with her right letting the blood spill into whatever it was that she drew and began to chant something that Alexander couldn't understand. After a few more moments he felt that he was in danger and at that moment the caves entrance was engulfed with a giant gate, that had skulls all over it with a very large wolves skull in the middle. The eyes flashed red as something leaped from it; it looked like a wolf, but it was more humanoid then wolf, it looked like the shadows was rolling off of its dark body in a flame motion, but when it stepped into the moonlight it gave a mighty howl as it charged Alexander, who was frozen with fear was bitten deep in the shoulder tearing a piece of his shoulder out the creature leaped back to the woman who laughed maniacally as black armor began to appear around her body and disappeared after the armor completely appeared leaving the creature to finish off Alexander. He was still conscious some how, he didn't know how, but he was; he was laying there on the ground bleeding the creature approached slowly as the decaying smell became stronger the creature entered the moonlight completely looking straight at Alexander with those red glowing eyes. It began to slowly open its jaw and moved to where it would engulf Alexanders head, it moved slowly and the only thing that Alexander could see was darkness, until the moonlight suddenly filled his vision once again with a man holding the creature by the throat holding it about three feet off the ground. The man wore grey armor, it covered his body from his shoulder to toe leaving his head un-armored. The gauntlets fingers were shaped like claws that dug deep into the creatures neck making it bleed slightly and it appeared to be cough as if trying to say something...
*cough*"Blood Father!"
Alexander had heard that before, but he couldn't believe it, that was the title of the Vampire God of Death, Skrall. Skrall was about seven foot eight inches with long black hair and a pale face, his armor hid the rest of his body. Alexander couldn't believe that a god that punishes creatures that would cheat death would actually save someone like himself. Skrall just stared at the creature continueing to crush its throat, until there was a loud crack and the body went limp, and Skrall through the body into the pond and began to get really dark like blood dark. Skrall looked over at Alexander while sighing, he picked Alexander up not speaking a word and lowered him into the pond, beginning to panic and thrash around in the water, but Skrall just motioned him to calm down and Alexander began to sink into the dark pond for a few minutes, but Skrall grabbed his shoulder and pulled him out. Alexander began coughing, but after a few moments Skrall motioned Alexander to drink from the pond. Which he did so without hesitation as to not anger the god that had saved him; once he did drink from it he felt really tired in which in one blink of an eye he was back in his bed with the shoulder wound all healed and Skrall no where to be found. After that night Alexander wasn't really scared of anything as much as he used to, the little things ment nothing to him and the major things didn't really affect him as much. Years passed and nothing eventful happened since that day, Alexander just layed under the old oak at the other side of the village, just relaxing and not having a care in the world, until the moment in his young life where it will change forever, many years later.
Wyrdfell: Legend of the Four Moons
By: Chris Wilt
Wyrdfell, a world of legend, power and corruption; for thelongest time the four kingdoms of the world all located on only continent in this world live in peace and harmony for many years never tipping the balance of what they had. Always helping one another in time of need, but in this new world of might and magic, the three kingdoms of the world of wyrdfell are at war; The mighty Taurics and the majestic Elves against the newly formed human kingdom that had conquered the ancient Dwarves, who were the only voice of reason between the other races. Without that voice of reason there seems to be no end to the conflict; there is the smallest hope, but on the outskirts of the Elven Kingdom, there is a village where a single human family that wished to avoid the war and live in peace; was accepted by the villagers as people who had no where else to turn. In this family there was a young boy, who lived a care free life... Far before the fall of the Dwarven Kingdom and the balance destroyed...
The begining - A child of Destiny
In this village surrounded by woods, that appeared to be in constant bloom through out all of the seasons. The villagers seemed to be happy and moving along their day to day lives, everyone of them being Elves except for a single human family living on the outskirts of the village seemed to be getting themselves situated in their new home. The family were known to be good skinners and trackers, so the village decided as a whole that there skills would be needed do to a short supply of people able to help support the village since the recent conflicts began to flare up even more. There was three to this family a mother and father, along with a young boy.
Alexander was a simple child, in a Elven village standing out like his parents he has brown hair, grey eyes average build for a human child; with his parents Seth and Natasha; Seth having Brown hair and grey eyes a muscular build for his frame, while Natasha has Blonde hair and brown eyes and have a slender, but toned figure for her frame... The village of Elves accepted his family as refugees, but his parents refused to accept charity and earned their keep as hunters and tackers or helping out with the local guard when they are needed. Alexander was like any normal child, well human child at least. Alexander played with other kids, and helped his parents whenever he thought that they needed the extra hand. He would run around the town, going into taverns running errands for his parents; normal kid things. When Alexander was six his mother gave birth to his younger sister, named Narasha, who had blonde hair and grey eyes. After Narasha was born Alexander helped raise her and to watch over her whenever his parents were not at home; when she was old enough to walk around on her own, Alexander was given the task of protecting her, whenever their parents are not around or if they need to go get some thigns done with the local guard... Many years passed in this simple village with only the Elven Royal Guard coming through town for supplies, their armor was elegant and beautiful, it was almost as if it was a second skin and it was the subtle differences that made it obvious that it was armor.
After that things seemed to get a little bit worse; when Alexander was 10, he was going into the tavern to do some errands when heard the news of the wild game being attacked by something rather large and left some really weird markings around the surroundings; like the trees and the ground were begining to decay and crumble, the elves were pretty spooked by the whole ordeal; one of them even said that they have never seen anything like it before and that the main capital would have to be informed about the incident. Some of the elves thought that it was a bear or something un-natural and that someone must be messing with forces that the gods will surely smite for tampering with the delicate balance of the world to make something like that. Alexander was quickly pushed out the door with the parcel that he was sent to pick up with the tavern keeper saying as he moved Alexander out the door.
"You shouldn't listen to them lad, they have already had to much ale..."
Alexander continued with his duties for the day, which involved delivering the parcel to the blacksmith. When he arrived the Blacksmith was at work, using the bellows in the furnace for his latest batch of weapons, tools, and supports for the recent construction and repair of some buildings. The blacksmith wore black tinted goggles that protected his eyes from the blast of heat with every pump of the bellows. Every time Alexander was sent to the blacksmith he was told to stay in a certain area for his own protection and he did for the most part, waiting as patiently as a 10 year old could, after a while the blacksmith noticed that Alexander was there and when he got to a point that he could take a break he lifted the goggles up and began to walk over to Alexander. The blacksmith was a six foot nine inches of muscle, sweat, and elbow grease and easily towering over the small Alexander; he had no hair on his head, do to the fact that of the constant contact with hot metal and fire.
"What is it that you have brought me there?" the Blacksmith bellowed with a loud voice that seemed to echo no matter where he went.
"I have a delivery for you from the capital, I was real careful with it."
"I can see that lad, not lets see what is inside."
The blacksmith and Alexander walked over to a clear table neaby, with the blacksmith beginning to open it already realizing what it is, lifts it out of the container for Alexander to see. It was a beautiful hilt for a sword, it was elegant at the first glance, but the longer you continued to look at it you could begin to feel something odd about it, like it wanted to slash at you. It had a piece of string hanging off of the guard there was a note that read \Order #31853\ the blacksmith dropped it from his hands and it fell back into the box when he read it out loud, he had a startled look on his face.
"Whats wrong sir? is everything ok with the order" Alexander said with a concerned tone, that he may not have picked up the right order.
"Alexander, please leave and don't tell anyone about this..." the blacksmith had a serious tone in his voice that made Alexander a little scared
Alexander left without a fuss still wondering what was the matter with the blacksmith. At this time it was getting dark and he hurried back home, ate his dinner, helped clean up afterwords and then went to sleep. He soundly for the most part, but after everyone else went to sleep something woke him up.
"What is that sound? Singing? who could be singing at this hour?" Alexander said while rubbing his eyes
The sound was hauntingly beautiful, it was as if it was luring him somewhere. He jumped down from his window and began to head into the woods under the light of the Full Moon. The woods were darker in this light, but it calmed Alexander to the point that he wasn't afraid, but he continued to follow the beautiful sound until he reach a rather large pond with a cave next to it, a few rocks reaching across parts of the lake and a strange lightly glowing flowers going around the pond that he had never seen before. The sound was loudest here, he saw a woman laying on a large stone reaching over the pond; she moved her hand gently through the water as she sang. She looked up at Alexander and smiled at him, giving him an uncomfortable feeling about her. She pushed herself up off the rock that she was laying on revealing that she was barely wearing anything, and that Alexander couldn't look away even if he wanted to. She didn't really seem to notice him after that; she began walking towards the opening of the cave and she seemed to be talking to someone.
"My lord why am I cursed to remain here? Didn't I do as you commanded?" there was a long pause before she continued "But how was I suppose to know that your father would get in the way? He is far more powerful then I am my Lord, what am I suppose to do?" a brief moment later she begins to speak again "What?! use the boy? Mmmh hehe, what a beautiful idea my lord... Thank you this insight, I will do as you command..." she says this with a little sinister laughter at the end
She begins drawing something in the ground causing a decaying smell to fill the air. after that she sliced open her left hand with her right letting the blood spill into whatever it was that she drew and began to chant something that Alexander couldn't understand. After a few more moments he felt that he was in danger and at that moment the caves entrance was engulfed with a giant gate, that had skulls all over it with a very large wolves skull in the middle. The eyes flashed red as something leaped from it; it looked like a wolf, but it was more humanoid then wolf, it looked like the shadows was rolling off of its dark body in a flame motion, but when it stepped into the moonlight it gave a mighty howl as it charged Alexander, who was frozen with fear was bitten deep in the shoulder tearing a piece of his shoulder out the creature leaped back to the woman who laughed maniacally as black armor began to appear around her body and disappeared after the armor completely appeared leaving the creature to finish off Alexander. He was still conscious some how, he didn't know how, but he was; he was laying there on the ground bleeding the creature approached slowly as the decaying smell became stronger the creature entered the moonlight completely looking straight at Alexander with those red glowing eyes. It began to slowly open its jaw and moved to where it would engulf Alexanders head, it moved slowly and the only thing that Alexander could see was darkness, until the moonlight suddenly filled his vision once again with a man holding the creature by the throat holding it about three feet off the ground. The man wore grey armor, it covered his body from his shoulder to toe leaving his head un-armored. The gauntlets fingers were shaped like claws that dug deep into the creatures neck making it bleed slightly and it appeared to be cough as if trying to say something...
*cough*"Blood Father!"
Alexander had heard that before, but he couldn't believe it, that was the title of the Vampire God of Death, Skrall. Skrall was about seven foot eight inches with long black hair and a pale face, his armor hid the rest of his body. Alexander couldn't believe that a god that punishes creatures that would cheat death would actually save someone like himself. Skrall just stared at the creature continueing to crush its throat, until there was a loud crack and the body went limp, and Skrall through the body into the pond and began to get really dark like blood dark. Skrall looked over at Alexander while sighing, he picked Alexander up not speaking a word and lowered him into the pond, beginning to panic and thrash around in the water, but Skrall just motioned him to calm down and Alexander began to sink into the dark pond for a few minutes, but Skrall grabbed his shoulder and pulled him out. Alexander began coughing, but after a few moments Skrall motioned Alexander to drink from the pond. Which he did so without hesitation as to not anger the god that had saved him; once he did drink from it he felt really tired in which in one blink of an eye he was back in his bed with the shoulder wound all healed and Skrall no where to be found. After that night Alexander wasn't really scared of anything as much as he used to, the little things ment nothing to him and the major things didn't really affect him as much. Years passed and nothing eventful happened since that day, Alexander just layed under the old oak at the other side of the village, just relaxing and not having a care in the world, until the moment in his young life where it will change forever, many years later.