EDGE2004
12-27-2004, 12:09 PM
Hi guys just a short story ive been wanting to type.
Ispar once the home of Olthoi Masters family and home to a proud race the Humans. On a stormy night, lightning blazing in the sky and rain faling like hale, a family of poor Gharu'ndim people walking alone on a rocky road wearing nothing but rags and on them, a few copper coins to keep the family fed till their next stop at the next town.
A few hours into the trip the father Mahammad hears something in the dark web filled forest, a band of highway men ambush the family and killed everyone and showed no mercy. The next day a group of humble monks walking along the same road saw somehting on the road, in cautiousness the monks arm themselves with staffs and go to investigate, with despair in their eyes they come across the corpses of the Gharu'ndim family. As they pray for the fallen, the head monk picks up the fallen mother and lays the body deep down into the grave. As he laid the body into grave he heard a small cry, he called his men to the grave and they all heard the same cry, the head monk jumped into the grave to investigate this sound, uncovering the piece of rag over the dead womans hand a small new born baby was found alone, cold, and crying for comfort from his fallen mother. The head monk with joy had found a survivor and with agreement from the other monks they took the baby with them to raise as one of their own.
2 days into the journey something was calling to the monks, this thing or sound calling had a soft whispering voice of an old man wanting help and soundding like a voice in the wind this voice was saying "i need you, your race needs you". The monks go to investigate this sound and where it led them was to a swirling purple portal, somehting the monks havent seen before they lean towards the portal to touch it, one of the monks hands it mysteriously transformed into a purple cloud as he steps into the portal his feet is lifted off the ground and is pulled in. All the other monks decide to follow and with the baby in hand they decide to put him with them. On the other side they saw a world form which they have never seen before a world of untold power. They had landed on to a new world, the world of Auberean. On this journey through the portal the land they saw was nothing they had ever seen they were on the island of Marae Lassel the home of the Aun Tumeroks, seeing a large village on top of a green steep hill in the distance they decide to venture forth and investigate. Upon getting closer they spot a humanoid creature at a gate this creature was an Aun Tumerok, the tumerok saw these beings and fled to get his weapon, in haste he ran upto the group of monks to stop them from getting close, but he stopped, he held out his hand and in a strange language he asked to see the child, the monks understand what he was saying but didnt know how. The head monk held the baby in front of the Aun Tumerok. The Aun uncovered the babies face and sensing great power within this child he took the monks and the child to Timaru the Aun Tumerok hometown. The Aun took the baby to the Aun chieftan and also sensing great power with in the baby the chieftan offered a home within the village to the monks and the baby.
13 years on the chieftan of the Aun adopted the child as his son and taught him the ways of the Aun as well as the primary power of any mage War Magic. while this young child was training to use war magic, the Isparians also new to this world were fighting for freedom against their slave masters the Olthoi, for years this war was waging for humans to gain their freedom but the Olthoi always prevailed due to large numers of warriors. at the age of 19 the child grew up to be a strong willed Battle Mage for the Aun and to be inducted in to the Aun clan as a man Olthoi master had to take a test, the test to kill an Olthoi Royal Guardian and bring proof of the olthois death. Upon searching the Plateau for the royal guardians one was spotted in the distance and with a burst of power and words of "Qualar Quasith" Olthoi Master let out a burst of magic from his hands but the guardian evaded and dodging his attacks Olthoi Master finally took down the guardian cut the head and took it back to the village of Timaru.
Handing te head to his father and in the language of the aun he uttered words of the ancient aun and inducted Olthoi into the clan and was named "Olthoi Master". Till this day Olthoi Master still roams the land, protecting the Isparians and his beloved adopted poeople the Aun, wearing his Gold/Blue Amuli Armor designed and made by the chieftans personal black smith he protects dereth and kills all that is evil that disturbs the peace.
there ya have it not a good story but its my first attempt at writing fiction lol not a good story i know.
Ispar once the home of Olthoi Masters family and home to a proud race the Humans. On a stormy night, lightning blazing in the sky and rain faling like hale, a family of poor Gharu'ndim people walking alone on a rocky road wearing nothing but rags and on them, a few copper coins to keep the family fed till their next stop at the next town.
A few hours into the trip the father Mahammad hears something in the dark web filled forest, a band of highway men ambush the family and killed everyone and showed no mercy. The next day a group of humble monks walking along the same road saw somehting on the road, in cautiousness the monks arm themselves with staffs and go to investigate, with despair in their eyes they come across the corpses of the Gharu'ndim family. As they pray for the fallen, the head monk picks up the fallen mother and lays the body deep down into the grave. As he laid the body into grave he heard a small cry, he called his men to the grave and they all heard the same cry, the head monk jumped into the grave to investigate this sound, uncovering the piece of rag over the dead womans hand a small new born baby was found alone, cold, and crying for comfort from his fallen mother. The head monk with joy had found a survivor and with agreement from the other monks they took the baby with them to raise as one of their own.
2 days into the journey something was calling to the monks, this thing or sound calling had a soft whispering voice of an old man wanting help and soundding like a voice in the wind this voice was saying "i need you, your race needs you". The monks go to investigate this sound and where it led them was to a swirling purple portal, somehting the monks havent seen before they lean towards the portal to touch it, one of the monks hands it mysteriously transformed into a purple cloud as he steps into the portal his feet is lifted off the ground and is pulled in. All the other monks decide to follow and with the baby in hand they decide to put him with them. On the other side they saw a world form which they have never seen before a world of untold power. They had landed on to a new world, the world of Auberean. On this journey through the portal the land they saw was nothing they had ever seen they were on the island of Marae Lassel the home of the Aun Tumeroks, seeing a large village on top of a green steep hill in the distance they decide to venture forth and investigate. Upon getting closer they spot a humanoid creature at a gate this creature was an Aun Tumerok, the tumerok saw these beings and fled to get his weapon, in haste he ran upto the group of monks to stop them from getting close, but he stopped, he held out his hand and in a strange language he asked to see the child, the monks understand what he was saying but didnt know how. The head monk held the baby in front of the Aun Tumerok. The Aun uncovered the babies face and sensing great power within this child he took the monks and the child to Timaru the Aun Tumerok hometown. The Aun took the baby to the Aun chieftan and also sensing great power with in the baby the chieftan offered a home within the village to the monks and the baby.
13 years on the chieftan of the Aun adopted the child as his son and taught him the ways of the Aun as well as the primary power of any mage War Magic. while this young child was training to use war magic, the Isparians also new to this world were fighting for freedom against their slave masters the Olthoi, for years this war was waging for humans to gain their freedom but the Olthoi always prevailed due to large numers of warriors. at the age of 19 the child grew up to be a strong willed Battle Mage for the Aun and to be inducted in to the Aun clan as a man Olthoi master had to take a test, the test to kill an Olthoi Royal Guardian and bring proof of the olthois death. Upon searching the Plateau for the royal guardians one was spotted in the distance and with a burst of power and words of "Qualar Quasith" Olthoi Master let out a burst of magic from his hands but the guardian evaded and dodging his attacks Olthoi Master finally took down the guardian cut the head and took it back to the village of Timaru.
Handing te head to his father and in the language of the aun he uttered words of the ancient aun and inducted Olthoi into the clan and was named "Olthoi Master". Till this day Olthoi Master still roams the land, protecting the Isparians and his beloved adopted poeople the Aun, wearing his Gold/Blue Amuli Armor designed and made by the chieftans personal black smith he protects dereth and kills all that is evil that disturbs the peace.
there ya have it not a good story but its my first attempt at writing fiction lol not a good story i know.