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Re: History from the time of the Daimon Arcane
« Topic Start: March 24, 2011, 01:25:52 PM »
Part V

The drums at the head of the line of marchers began their slow and steady single beat. Gathled held his sword above his head , a group of shield bearers bent low holding a flat shield for him to climb up on. Gathled climbed the shield , the great crowd of soldiers began to whoop and call, clanging their weapons on their shields and making ghostly howls. The sky was dark over Haffemet with sweeping epic clouds roiling and boiling across the sky flecked with red from the distance west towards Reeds and Watto and grey and black all the way to far Tindle. The great plain of Haffemet with rays of sunbeams , sun bursts on water and river ways far below moved swiftly off into the darkness of the east lands.
The drums increased their tempo. Gathled merely stood on the shield , his sword raised. The sky far away cracked with lightening and an electric stream ripped across the sky. With that he pointed his sword east , the calls of the soldiers died down and all was silent, a thunder roll, like a massive iron ball spun on the great table of the clouds , slowly it made its way towards the collected troop and when the sound was mixed with the sound of the single drums , all shuddered under the heavens. The thunder died and from it came the slow low ghostly howl of the company of soldiers, slam, swords on shields, slam... swords resounded on metal , the howling of the soldiers began to wind upwards as if being drawn into the very sky and with the high wailing the drums began to increase their tempo to that of a running heart , THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!!!
Gathleds sword was suddenly lit by a lightening strike and with that he let slip from his throat a piercing cry that was the sound of a million dying dogs , the sound of burning stone... and his line of soldiers erupted , and with him being pulled on the wave , his soldiers began to run , like an avalanche ... FORWARD FORWARD!!!
beating drums and hearts in unison , with the sound of ghosts and steel on steel , with blood and fire , ARCANE HAS SPOKEN !!! ARCANE HAS SPOKEN!!! ARCANE HAS SPOKEN AND NOW AND FOREVER WE SHALL HEAR HIS VOICE RESOUNDING !!! WITH HIS SWORD HE SHALL CLEAVE THIS LAND ASUNDER AND WITH HIS VOICE BURN THE FLESH OF LIES FROM THE MEAT OF MANKIND! WE ARE THE VANGUARD OF A NEW AGE .... WE ARE THE VANGUARD OF HEAVEN! WE ARE THE CHOSEN ONES OF ARCANE! FORWARD FORWARD!!!
Gathleds legions did spill down upon the land that did roll down from the rivers and hills of Reeds and they ran as fast they could , for they were imbued with holy fire and godlike energy , and nothing did break their stride , nor could hold them fast... DEATH TO PLERGOTH!!! They chanted , for even though Tindle was far , they would not faulter , no, by the time they would break on the far shore of grass that is Tindle , they would have smashed it as like a hurricane does a sandy shore....

There was no joy in this... Gathled brought his sword down on the limb of the captive peasant , the limb severed knocking through the bone and skin, blood flowed and the man wrenched away, a look of shock on his face as his eyes stared into Gathleds own black ringed orbs. Then Gathled watched the peasant writhe on the ground their eyes never swaying from eachother. Gathled saw in the Plergothians eyes , a fuming hatred, but there was also a resignation that floated a few inches ghost like pale , like a distended mask hovering above his face...
The village in Jaekind had been slaughtered , it was a small village , 7 or 8 dishevelled and miserable dog like people , decapitated and hanging their limbs all hacked off and swaying or screaming while crawling on the ground gnawing at the dirt with their teeth... It was quick work. It was not pleasant...
When night did come , and silent mist covered the land , the tree's darkened and Gathled's men huddled close around ,their swords drawn, they were not forest people at all... The Tindlemen within the ranks made signs of goodluck and would not stray far , they smelled something coming, they knew that whatever had happened here had not gone unnoticed... they cursed the gnarled roots and hanging jungle thick vines of the Plergothian forest lands... This spirit infested reserve of ancient tree's and unknowably long memory...
Gathled gathered his men and with one final look at the smoke , he now realized it was to late, darkness would aid the Plergothians, they would come like flys...
"Quickly! we have delayed ... We must make haste from this dark and evil place"
A panic filled the line of men and some made fast leading the pack of men through tangled forest and trails, their swords hacked at nettle and vines , and soon Gathled had found himself lost with a small group of his men, he heard calls and then himself gave the command, he yelled it out for silence, there were crickets calling, someone was still wailing off in the leaves and haze... He called again, but far off and echoed a voice or two was still calling out...
"Where be thee!" The voice called out
"Where?!?!" The voice was choked with fear, it came like the sound of a dog barking.
Gathled made for his men to halt, crackling of twings, the sound of one far off hacking through a tangle of brambles, cracking of branches... Silent... be very Silent...
"Whe...." the voice called out again.
Silence , they stood in a muddy bramble, a residual echo of the mans voice was eaten by the dense foiliage.
Gathled could barely see, but for the few feet in his face was black and twisted , his heart was pounding , he could hear all his mens hearts pounding in the stillness, their breath bated and trying to contain their exploding lungs...Gathleds eyes twitched , his head was going to explode, it was so hot and humid here, his eyes tried desparetly to focus, to see anything a mere few feet in front of his face.
A man was looking at Gathled through the bushes, Gathled saw the face slowly unwind itself from the surrounding darkness and there it floated , but by then it was too late, the arrows began to slice the air and cut through the small party.
"Charge, attack and slice! DO not stop until we are far from this bloody hell" a cry slipped from Gathled's lips and his men covered in arrows spilled forward into the tree's and bushes , many dead before they even reached their enemies...Gathled himself was covered in arrows but none by the luck of Arcane had pierced anywhere that could stop him, for he hacked into the Plergothian scouts and there he did deal much death , but in the end there were too many attackers and Gathled's men made quick and harried flight , lost within the darkness of the Plergothian forests...


A great puff of smoke and the crack of lightening in the sky towards the mountains around Reeds and a rumble from the earth could be heard from miles around.
And with such grand entrance Balgathled formerly Gathled of Tindle servant of the Lord Arcane did once again step upon the lush and green grasses of the land he had for so long been gone from.
Tormented and weighted by long sojourn , Balgathled had now arisen anew and for reasons unknown allowed to return from lands now shrouded in fog and blackness,his mind now fading blankness from whence he did come, like a dream upon awakening. Before him in array was stars that stretched eternally outwards , and below a great plain of green verdant valley that stretched down towards the city of Reeds. Home for so long.
Balgathled pulled his great bear cloak around the silks and clothes he wore, and bound his silken turban fast against his head, his boots with curled toes , each part of his clothing decorated with jewels and precious stones hidden from view now, and then as with purpose made his way on foot across the land.
Upon arrival at the gates of Reeds word did spread of a man with a single eye tattooed upon his forhead and speaking in song .
I have returned oh Lord Arcane from nothingness I have returned from where we all man of earth once walked I have drank the blood of far oceans. I have seen the falling of planets and great seas of fire. The curl of a comets tail in the very heavens as it tears into the face of a moon on silent lands of aqua-blue air... I have heard your call... I have not forgotten...
And his song was long and droning and many people were scared by it's sound , and worried by the look of this mad looking man that waited at the gates.
"Are these gates still held by the followers of Arcane ? Or have they been taken shall I return to whence I came or wander out into wastes? Where oh where are the peoples of legend?" And his voice rang out and all could hear it , and Balgathled did await a reply...
« Last Edit: March 24, 2011, 01:52:17 PM by Glaumring »
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