Warrior Epic - A Warrior's Epic!

[Cliper]

Warriors of Providence!

Darkness is threatening mankind's last bastion of hope, and as warriors gather to fight the hordes of monsters laying siege to Providence, true heroes are born, their epic tales to be told and sung from now until the end of Light.

This is a time of war and a time of battle. But this is also a time for sharing stories – your stories.

Join in our first ever Warrior Epic writing contest on our Warrior Epic forums, and tell the tale of your warrior or your Hall, so that they may get the glory they deserve.

RULES

The entry should have anything between 300 to 500 words, not including the title. Anything smaller or bigger than that will not be judged. Since three different wordcounters will usually give five different results for the same text, we will use the JavascriptKit Wordcount for reference, which can be found here:
http://www.javascriptkit.com/script/...untwords.shtml

The submission deadline is Wednesday the 6th May. Any entry edited or written after that deadline will not be considered. Only one entry by user.
Entries will be judged by your community team, taking into account the following sections: Grammar and Spelling, Creativity, Warrior Epic References and of course Overall Quality

There’s something to win, too!

Best 4 entries will be rewarded with an exclusive forum medal inspired in Warrior Epic.

Never forget: A warrior may perish, but both his spirit and his tale live on.

You can post on this thread you own tales and stories.

Good luck!

[dinkytoy]

The Sounds of battle can be heard over the screams of dying soldiers, with blood pumping in his ears Dragon avenger steps forward as the first of the attackers rushes him and tries to cut his arm off with a very long wicked and barbed longsword, the flash of a orange glowing samuria sword flashes before the eyes of his fellow comrades as they see for the first time the full power of Dragon sword (the ornate handle has twin Dragons enveloped around each other with sparkling red rubies set in it and the blade has been crafted by the gods imbued with the power of the sun), as it slices upwards and splits the undead creature facing him.

The rest of the company of Dragon warriors steps up to bolster there commander as the line of enemy draw closer and closer they baleful cry's and moans growing louder with each heart beat. From out of nowhere a horn is sounded as a horse company of Paladins comes charging into the side of the undead army and with a reverberating crash of horses and metal as the 2 company's fight for there lives.

The Dragon's second in command approached the tall muscular figure of Avenger who was staring at his hands toying with the blade in is massive scaled hands his claws where like razors sharp and deadly even with a friendly pat they cut each other often, My brother Avenger we have made a new allie in this fight against the undead and we shall share some glory in the coming weeks our Hall is building nicely and we should have it complete with-in a few weeks, hopefully by the end of the week at a push, alas Draconian I am sorry brother we are not going to help these humans forever as you well know the fate of humanity is not a fate we share as for what transpires between us and any others that emerge out of the wastelands is not our concern either yet we must prevail in this matter and make the humans and other races live in harmony or at least try to anyway.

Hail Auch as Avenger closes towards the blazing camp fire I hail from the great mountins to the far east, My company has travelled many thousands of leagues to reach here the heart of the wastelands to fight this glorious battle between monsters and men and their allies I do hope we can fight side by side in the coming months and maybe years. I Dragon Avenger company commander would like you and your men to join us in the Dragon Hall once its complete we will house your horses and feed them and make sure to mentain all your gear all we ask in return is that you decide fore yourself and your company if the fights are going to be worth you staying round.

[TheKapten]

The Devil's Eyes

Somewhere deep inside a bloody and cruel world places a battle, a war, between royalty and fiends. Royalty as the defenders and with few chances of living are literally caged within the Main Castle of Selios.

Knights, Paladins, Sorcerers, Priests, Templars and much more were standing in every single gate and entrance of the castle waiting for a huge impact to hit them. No time was left, no exit to escape, no hope for survival, only the belief to their strength and faith. The King told the fighters to battle with their heart and soul and he will give his life for them no matter what.

After a while heavy breathing and screaming was heard from behind the doors. Fear was building inside their bodies hearing those sounds, knowing death is only minuts ahead of them. Noises that made their feet tremble and their minds to shock with terror. A great bang hit they main door and the fighters started to fear more and more. Suddenly the most frightening screech you have ever heard made their faith to shutter in to pieces believing death is curtain, what can possibly be behind those doors?

The greatest warriors and mage of the castle stand before the main gate with their swords and staffs with lust for battle in their eyes. They were called the Doom Bringers. No sign of fear was builded in them, only hate and lust for what they were going to face, they knew.

Footsteps starting to get closer and closer. It was time... With one hit blow an enormous Ogre Fiend smashed the door killing every fighter behind it. Thousands of fiends ran with excessive speed towards the royalty but the Doom Bringers were slashing them in to pieces making other fiends to fled in terror and giving the fighters hope for living and fighting for it. And then they found out what was that terrifying screech that had followed earlier... A gigantic Hell Fiend with claws that shuttered walls and teeth that could turn anything to pieces and the most evil eyes that can make you cry from terror... -oh those eyes-...

The King stepped forward and gave a great battle shout to give strength to the fighters, he ran towards the Hell Fiend and it the find did the same. The Hell Fiend blasted a huge Poison Liquid to the Doom Bringers making each one of them to die with the most torturing death leaving only their bones. He turned his look to the royalty and a grungy and screeching voice said: "You have witnessed the Devil before you; feel my presence in your soul!". Every single warrior and royalty except the King, fainted with terror in their eyes. What happened that night? No one knows, but the cold feel of the presence of the devil will always be in that castle...

[syc0pat]

Dark haired and pale skinned, the young man strode through the dark and silent halls, the soles of his fine leather boots slapping loudly on the stone floor. Ahead he saw a blue glow, barely reflecting around a corner onto bare dark stone. As he came to the corner he paused briefly to adjust his finely cut clothes. Standing up straight, he strode confidently around the corner, through the open doors he knew were there.

Before him floated the image of a man, old and bearded but powerfully built. He seemed to wear rich clothes the match of the young mans own and bobbed in the air, suffused with the faint blue light that had lit the way. He smiled at the younger man. “Hello Son.” The ghost said. “It’s been a while.”

“Father” The young man nodded. “In most cultures it’s considered rude to call someone away from a funeral.”

“Ha! Damon” His father laughed, “It’s only my funeral! Besides I never had a head for all that pomp, and I know you don’t either!”

Damon smiled. “True as that may be, I’d have taught you’d go straight to mothers side in the afterlife. It must be something important to have you come to the sanctuary instead.” Damon shrugged. “Unless you want me to raise you that is, I have that power now don’t I?” His father frowned at that.

“Indeed you do, but it’s not a trivial trick to perform, and your right. I would not delay my reunion with Ilara were it not important. Being dead gives one a certain perspective on things boy, and I have come to give you a warning.”

Damon stood up straight, troubled by his father’s serious demeanor. “Aye father, say your piece, I’ll not delay you with any more idle banter, though it is good to hear your voice.” The ghost nodded absently and abruptly swung his head up to meet Damon’s eye.

“Know this son, Providence is on the verge of a great change, and whether it be for good or ill is in the hands of the hall lords, including yourself. Darkness rises all around to finish destroying the civilization we strove so hard to hide and protect. But the greatest threat comes from within. Remember, it is the responsibility of the strong to protect the weak. Don’t fall into the traps of decadence, and beware of those who don’t care for their vassals. That way leads to destruction more surely than any other.” The shade looked around him, and Damon noticed the light from within was beginning to fade. “My time grows short. Remember my words, your mother and I will always be with you.” As he spoke, the spirit faded completely, until all that was left were his words hanging in the air.

Damon nodded to himself as the words faded away. “Thank you father. Goodbye.” He closed the heavy wooden door behind him as he left.

[Phryxus]

Her face contorted in agony, Rheya inched towards the stone pedestal at the centre of the crypt. A silver dagger stood on the plinth, flanked on each side by the lifeless bodies of its former protectors, and even in the faint torchlight the blade seemed to wink at her, to emit a dazzling shine. Once she caught sight of it the Assassin’s expression relaxed into a pained smile, for she could tell at a glance that this was the relic she had spent so many months trying to find. This was why she had come here. Its recovery would make certain that fame and fortune would finally come her way, but most importantly of all it could sway the balance of power in the coming war.

Overcome by a sudden rush of excitement, adrenaline began to numb the pain coursing through her body and spur the hero on, but even then each step Rheya took was laboured. Her right leg was broken, shattered by a mace’s heavy blow, and only by using her rifle as a crutch could she make any further progress. Panting with the exertion, and nearly dragging herself forwards on the final few steps, the Assassin drew within reach – close enough to touch the object of her desire. Snatching desperately at the glimmering blade, it lay tantalisingly out of reach at first, but by lunging towards the pedestal Rheya managed to clasp her fingers around its ornate hilt.

Having expended the last of her energy in the act the adventurer fell, exhausted but triumphant, with her back against the platform. Taking this opportunity to catch her breath, she brought the dagger in front of her and began to play the artefact through her hands, admiring its flawless beauty. The blade tickled the nerves in each finger as it brushed past, seeming to pulse with a hypnotic rhythm when it touched her skin. Relieved and fascinated in equal measure, Rheya began to let out a long sigh when suddenly her body began to convulse – wracked by a hacking cough. Leaning forward and wrapping her arms around her chest to ease the pain, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, whilst an intense burning sensation simultaneously tore along the muscles on her left side. Easing herself back into her previous position, the Assassin wiped the back of her hand across her lips and gingerly lowered her gaze towards the floor. Here she saw that a steady stream of blood was trickling from an open wound in her chest, and had begun to form a small pool in the cracks of the marble floor. Too weak to stand, Rheya clutched the knife tightly and laid her head against the pedestal. Her senses were clouding over, her breathing becoming more irregular. But in the mounting gloom a voice seemed to call to her.

“…Join with me…” it whispered “combine your strength with mine. For in Providence death is not the end…it is only the beginning“.

[acrylic]

Hello there!

Thanks for participating in this writing contest and also big thanks for the submitted writings. This event is now closed and we are going to evaluate the submissions over the course of the next few days.

Winners will be announced and awarded next week.

Good luck!

acrylic