bamthedoc
King Endymion
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Long long ago, in a small town called Ghalaad, a small young boy named Acuji'i sits at home and watches the smoke rise from the east.
"They're coming!!" he thinks to himself
with a dash past the small wooden table, he charges out of the house, small metal sword in hand. He speeds around the small town yelling warnings, and soon the towns men are lined in the street, arms adorned with spears, shields, axes and swords. The oncoming army blasts through the towns gates, and the brave yet foolish men surge forward. They know they cannot win a battle against the warlord’s army, but they must try! They must!! Swords clash, as the blood pours. Gashes splotch the tattered bodies lying on the cold, damp ground. Acuji'i runs forward, though only a boy of 16, he has the courage of a lion. His arm is raised, his sword glistens. Down it comes with a heavy slice, and the sound of metal on metal echoes through the small town. The sword is snapped, half on the ground. With an evil chuckle, the large brutes ax is raised into the air. Down it comes; the end is near for Acuji'i. The air sizzles as an arrow tears through the chain mail on the brutes neck. Blood pours. Arrows soars. There are screams everywhere and bodies litter the ground. The helped addition of archers push back the evil army to the gates, but then, as darkness sweeps over the town, a man adorned in bone jewelry blasts through the gate straight into the battle. It’s a Kendor Warlord! 5, no 6 men are slain the instant he enters the battle, all of whom close friends of Acuji'i. Arrows break in contact with his mystical armor, and no one can get close enough to even swing; their heads ending up on the ground. Acuji’i darts behind a barrel, and pops out just as the War Mongler rides past, leaving a trail of heads on the ground. He is going for the Elder!! No! Acuji’i thinks. NO!! He jumps out and onto the black horse. His sword is raised, and with a slice, the armor is gone. A hail of arrows impale the evil battle veteran, and with a moan he leans over, dead. Acuji’i picks up his helmet off the head, places it firmly on his, and puts on his armor. It’s a little big, but it will have to do. Onward! They surge into battle, and after only 30 more minutes of fighting, the invaders are defeated. The few that remain surrender and Acuji’i is the hero of the day.
This was 10 years ago. Acuji’i sits on his horse, his army behind him, wearing the same armor he had that day.
~Akule
A man watching in the distance from a tree wonders if he should approach. Suddenly, a scout comes up and...
Scout: What are you doing? Who are you?
???: I am watching the battle looming in the distance. Who I am is of no concern.
Scout: My lord will determine that!
The scout draws his sword, obvious that he had not been in many battle situations. The man looks at him wondering, curiously, what to do. He decides it may be best to see this "lord." He jumps down, signaling for the scout to lead him to Acuji'i. The Scout observes this strange man, and wonders why such a strong looking warrior was even on the battlefield. His hair was as red as the flames of battle, and eyes as deep blue as the mightiest sea. He was certainly tall, and very well built. His black armor had a golden dragon’s crest, the same crest his shield held. The scout wondered if that was his house or kingdom crest. He also noted that this warrior carried a spellbook. Could such a man be a spellcaster as well? The scout continued to note, but not without the warrior’s attention. The scout then saw the man's sword. It was an awe inspiring long sword. On its hilt was the golden shape of a dragon. What was it about this warrior and dragons? He had three marks thus far. The scout then noted the strange scar on his wrist. It was quite large and looked more like blue and white scales than anything else. The scout could tell that it was a battle scare, though nothing more could be discerned.
Scout: Do you know m'lord?
???: Yes. I have heard he is a strong man, and a gracious ruler.
Scout: You have heard correct! You compliment m'lord. From what kingdom do you hail?
???: I am a free knight. I am under no kingdom's constraint.
Scout: What? How are you sponsored? Where did you get that equipment?
???: I have killed many opponents. All my equipment is made from the finest dragon scales, wings, teeth, horns, and anything else that can be scavenged from their dead carcass.
The scout looked at the warrior befuddled, but finally came to his lord. He quickly stated what had to be said to Acuji'i. Acuji'i takes note of the warrior, and pays special attention to the spellbook.
Acuji'i: Are you a spellcaster or a warrior?
???: I am both.
Acuji'i: It is rare I find one skilled in both arts. So, what is your name?
???: You may call me Ryu.
Acuji'i: Ryu! Not the infamous Ryu of Devastation?!
Ryu: I have been given that title, though I loathe it. I am Ryu Amerese, and I have a quarrel with the kingdom you are fighting.
Acuji'i: I will have to ask about where you got that title. For now, they advance!
Ryu looks in the oncoming army's direction and creates a massive meteor shower over their heads, killing many instantly and sending others flying.
~bamthedoc ~DragonAgnstEvil
And as the gabble of talking commenced, the first shot was fire... landing squarely on Ryu, in the shoulder. Quickly and snugly he ripped it from a bloodless wound, (which baffled our king), and drew his sword. With a yell of hunger, and a swing out for blood, they marched, the Human Army pushing their lines forward! Blood and screams of torment can be heard across the field. Bodies dropped... and swords clashed. The continents super powers fought with a fire so fierce, that it seemed it would never end. It was then that Ryu spotted a horrid, wretched face. One he would never forget. One that was so deeply etched into his brain, the pain from him still lingered: Darz, his evil brother, long thought dead. He was sitting on a high steed, lance in hand, face smiling. Acuji’i saw this, and noticed an archer lined up on a rock. Seeing its aim, he ran over to Ryu, and threw him out of the way, just as the arrow was shot. It plunged into the neck of our brave warrior. Blood poured. His mind raced, life flashing before his eyes like a strobe light of memories... and then, another arrow. And another. Another. Looking hopelessly in dismay, Ryu grabbed his sword, and charged onward at his ally’s assassin. A deafening battle cry was heard, and a smooth sword swung, the blade slicing through the flesh of the archer as if it were never there.
The head rolled on the floor, blood splattered Ryu.
On-looking, a younger man sat upon the neighboring castle of Acuji’i. He was a tall man, muscles large. He worked all his life for the day his brother would give up the throne, though he never thought it would be in this way. Saving a stranger he did not know. Tears filled his eyes, and some dribbled down his cheeks. His brother was dead, at the hands of an evil man. The archer may have let the arrow fly, but he worked for Darz, that evil power hungry bastard. Quickly, Akule jumped from his perch, out the window, and slide down the roof landing in a pile of hay. He dashed out to his brother, now just a blood soaked corpse. Akule, overcome with pain and anguish, fell to his knees, the tattered corpse in his hands.
Weeping, he lifted the sword his brother once used high into the air. He spotted a nearby man, working for Darz, and slashed out at him. One down. He stabbed at another, and another. A small spark of his brother was visible as he took out more and more of them. He fought long and hard, and soon his men were victories, their enemies retreating. He picked up his brothers corpse, and carried it to the castle.
~Akule
Following the new warrior, Ryu looked on in anguish as his long hated foe retreated. Darz was saved by the same blood that ran through him. A predisposition to sorcery, and an avid fighting spirit. Never, he thought, did he see such a horrid face, or one he detested more. Darz's past was deeply etched in his heart. The dark path of the black dragon. He decided to follow the worst of their shared family heritage. Dragons, half-dragons, dragonoids, it didn't matter. They all had chosen whether to kill or aid. Ryu's head ran with his history. Dragons were his eldest ancestors. Half-dragons were still worlds behind, and he--he was a dragonoid. Proud and strong, he chose the path of the white dragon, and he still hadn't ascended to the noble heritage he so sought, that of the holy dragon. He wished he had been able to protect Acuji'i, but he knew fate had dealt against that long ago. Darz had this day, even with the victory of the new king's army; Darz had taken the life of a great hero. Ryu wanted so badly to comfort the man he had no name for, but he had no words that could make sense of this day. Ryu noted how much the man looked like Acuji'i. Maybe a brother? He had no way of knowing; he didn't have enough information. He looked on, but knew he would have to explain who that warrior was on the battlefield. His brother! Hair the same color of the black dragon he would become when provoked, and eyes colored the red of the most demonic pits. None could win against him in his ultimate form, none but another of his ilk. This Ryu knew all too well.
~bamthedoc ~DragonAgnstEvil
"They're coming!!" he thinks to himself
with a dash past the small wooden table, he charges out of the house, small metal sword in hand. He speeds around the small town yelling warnings, and soon the towns men are lined in the street, arms adorned with spears, shields, axes and swords. The oncoming army blasts through the towns gates, and the brave yet foolish men surge forward. They know they cannot win a battle against the warlord’s army, but they must try! They must!! Swords clash, as the blood pours. Gashes splotch the tattered bodies lying on the cold, damp ground. Acuji'i runs forward, though only a boy of 16, he has the courage of a lion. His arm is raised, his sword glistens. Down it comes with a heavy slice, and the sound of metal on metal echoes through the small town. The sword is snapped, half on the ground. With an evil chuckle, the large brutes ax is raised into the air. Down it comes; the end is near for Acuji'i. The air sizzles as an arrow tears through the chain mail on the brutes neck. Blood pours. Arrows soars. There are screams everywhere and bodies litter the ground. The helped addition of archers push back the evil army to the gates, but then, as darkness sweeps over the town, a man adorned in bone jewelry blasts through the gate straight into the battle. It’s a Kendor Warlord! 5, no 6 men are slain the instant he enters the battle, all of whom close friends of Acuji'i. Arrows break in contact with his mystical armor, and no one can get close enough to even swing; their heads ending up on the ground. Acuji’i darts behind a barrel, and pops out just as the War Mongler rides past, leaving a trail of heads on the ground. He is going for the Elder!! No! Acuji’i thinks. NO!! He jumps out and onto the black horse. His sword is raised, and with a slice, the armor is gone. A hail of arrows impale the evil battle veteran, and with a moan he leans over, dead. Acuji’i picks up his helmet off the head, places it firmly on his, and puts on his armor. It’s a little big, but it will have to do. Onward! They surge into battle, and after only 30 more minutes of fighting, the invaders are defeated. The few that remain surrender and Acuji’i is the hero of the day.
This was 10 years ago. Acuji’i sits on his horse, his army behind him, wearing the same armor he had that day.
~Akule
A man watching in the distance from a tree wonders if he should approach. Suddenly, a scout comes up and...
Scout: What are you doing? Who are you?
???: I am watching the battle looming in the distance. Who I am is of no concern.
Scout: My lord will determine that!
The scout draws his sword, obvious that he had not been in many battle situations. The man looks at him wondering, curiously, what to do. He decides it may be best to see this "lord." He jumps down, signaling for the scout to lead him to Acuji'i. The Scout observes this strange man, and wonders why such a strong looking warrior was even on the battlefield. His hair was as red as the flames of battle, and eyes as deep blue as the mightiest sea. He was certainly tall, and very well built. His black armor had a golden dragon’s crest, the same crest his shield held. The scout wondered if that was his house or kingdom crest. He also noted that this warrior carried a spellbook. Could such a man be a spellcaster as well? The scout continued to note, but not without the warrior’s attention. The scout then saw the man's sword. It was an awe inspiring long sword. On its hilt was the golden shape of a dragon. What was it about this warrior and dragons? He had three marks thus far. The scout then noted the strange scar on his wrist. It was quite large and looked more like blue and white scales than anything else. The scout could tell that it was a battle scare, though nothing more could be discerned.
Scout: Do you know m'lord?
???: Yes. I have heard he is a strong man, and a gracious ruler.
Scout: You have heard correct! You compliment m'lord. From what kingdom do you hail?
???: I am a free knight. I am under no kingdom's constraint.
Scout: What? How are you sponsored? Where did you get that equipment?
???: I have killed many opponents. All my equipment is made from the finest dragon scales, wings, teeth, horns, and anything else that can be scavenged from their dead carcass.
The scout looked at the warrior befuddled, but finally came to his lord. He quickly stated what had to be said to Acuji'i. Acuji'i takes note of the warrior, and pays special attention to the spellbook.
Acuji'i: Are you a spellcaster or a warrior?
???: I am both.
Acuji'i: It is rare I find one skilled in both arts. So, what is your name?
???: You may call me Ryu.
Acuji'i: Ryu! Not the infamous Ryu of Devastation?!
Ryu: I have been given that title, though I loathe it. I am Ryu Amerese, and I have a quarrel with the kingdom you are fighting.
Acuji'i: I will have to ask about where you got that title. For now, they advance!
Ryu looks in the oncoming army's direction and creates a massive meteor shower over their heads, killing many instantly and sending others flying.
~bamthedoc ~DragonAgnstEvil
And as the gabble of talking commenced, the first shot was fire... landing squarely on Ryu, in the shoulder. Quickly and snugly he ripped it from a bloodless wound, (which baffled our king), and drew his sword. With a yell of hunger, and a swing out for blood, they marched, the Human Army pushing their lines forward! Blood and screams of torment can be heard across the field. Bodies dropped... and swords clashed. The continents super powers fought with a fire so fierce, that it seemed it would never end. It was then that Ryu spotted a horrid, wretched face. One he would never forget. One that was so deeply etched into his brain, the pain from him still lingered: Darz, his evil brother, long thought dead. He was sitting on a high steed, lance in hand, face smiling. Acuji’i saw this, and noticed an archer lined up on a rock. Seeing its aim, he ran over to Ryu, and threw him out of the way, just as the arrow was shot. It plunged into the neck of our brave warrior. Blood poured. His mind raced, life flashing before his eyes like a strobe light of memories... and then, another arrow. And another. Another. Looking hopelessly in dismay, Ryu grabbed his sword, and charged onward at his ally’s assassin. A deafening battle cry was heard, and a smooth sword swung, the blade slicing through the flesh of the archer as if it were never there.
The head rolled on the floor, blood splattered Ryu.
On-looking, a younger man sat upon the neighboring castle of Acuji’i. He was a tall man, muscles large. He worked all his life for the day his brother would give up the throne, though he never thought it would be in this way. Saving a stranger he did not know. Tears filled his eyes, and some dribbled down his cheeks. His brother was dead, at the hands of an evil man. The archer may have let the arrow fly, but he worked for Darz, that evil power hungry bastard. Quickly, Akule jumped from his perch, out the window, and slide down the roof landing in a pile of hay. He dashed out to his brother, now just a blood soaked corpse. Akule, overcome with pain and anguish, fell to his knees, the tattered corpse in his hands.
Weeping, he lifted the sword his brother once used high into the air. He spotted a nearby man, working for Darz, and slashed out at him. One down. He stabbed at another, and another. A small spark of his brother was visible as he took out more and more of them. He fought long and hard, and soon his men were victories, their enemies retreating. He picked up his brothers corpse, and carried it to the castle.
~Akule
Following the new warrior, Ryu looked on in anguish as his long hated foe retreated. Darz was saved by the same blood that ran through him. A predisposition to sorcery, and an avid fighting spirit. Never, he thought, did he see such a horrid face, or one he detested more. Darz's past was deeply etched in his heart. The dark path of the black dragon. He decided to follow the worst of their shared family heritage. Dragons, half-dragons, dragonoids, it didn't matter. They all had chosen whether to kill or aid. Ryu's head ran with his history. Dragons were his eldest ancestors. Half-dragons were still worlds behind, and he--he was a dragonoid. Proud and strong, he chose the path of the white dragon, and he still hadn't ascended to the noble heritage he so sought, that of the holy dragon. He wished he had been able to protect Acuji'i, but he knew fate had dealt against that long ago. Darz had this day, even with the victory of the new king's army; Darz had taken the life of a great hero. Ryu wanted so badly to comfort the man he had no name for, but he had no words that could make sense of this day. Ryu noted how much the man looked like Acuji'i. Maybe a brother? He had no way of knowing; he didn't have enough information. He looked on, but knew he would have to explain who that warrior was on the battlefield. His brother! Hair the same color of the black dragon he would become when provoked, and eyes colored the red of the most demonic pits. None could win against him in his ultimate form, none but another of his ilk. This Ryu knew all too well.
~bamthedoc ~DragonAgnstEvil
