Though dawn has come, darkness still reigns...

[deadeyedan42]

Nice one agian! Wiating for the other stories now...

[LordVenoc]

Here is mine

The Tagawa Samurai Archers

The attack had been planned for days. Einar controlled the main area of Bleakewood and he wished to expand his territory. He picked the right team for the job. Six Tagawa Samurai and twelve Tagawa Samurai Archers were lined up on a ridge directly south of Bleakewood. Hatamoto Taro was commanding the assault. The ridge was directly above a knight encampment. There were a total of thirty knights and one hero. The odds were in the Tagawa's favor.

The mission was to kill every single knight in the base. The main target was Sir Denrick. The Archers knew their part in the mission. A very simple part. Protect. Protect the samurai and more importantly the
commander. Nothing was to make it to the samurai alive, and if it did it could not by any means reach the commander. The entire mission rided on the samurai's ability to counterstrike and the time of the attack.
They would attack in the dark of dawn.

"Get into your positions!" Hatamoto shouted to the men. A kyrie landed next to Hatamoto he said, "Commander, the sun will be visible over the next ridge in about thirty seconds." Hatamoto nodded and shouted this to all of the men in his batallion. "The attack will commence in thirty...twenty-nine..." He continued to count down until."Three...two...one...ATTACK!"

The samurai rushed down the hill the archers and Hatamoto came half way down the hill and began to rain arrows down upon the unsuspecting knights. Arrows ripped through the tents of the knights. They barely put up a fight. Within minutes the attack was over. The samurai ventured into the woods nearby to take down any hiding knights. As Hatamoto looked around he noticed a slight problem.
"THERE ARE ONLY TEN BODIES HERE!"
The samurai from the woods rushed out to the camp. No knights had been found. Then they heard rustling in the trees. A huge force of knights, three times the size of the number of the samurai batallion emerged from the woods. Somehow they had learned of the attack and prepare. Sir Denrick was infront of the knights and Sir Gilbert was directly in the middle. The true battle ensued. Razor sharp arrows pierced the knights armour. Samurai swords sliced off knight heads and counterstrikes sent limbs and blood everywhere.

After the battle had progressed for what seemed like hours, there were ten knights, Sir Denrick, and Sir Gilbert standing for Jandar and Hatamoto Taro and eleven archers standing for Einar. One though still was crossing each archers mind. Protect. Protect the flag at all costs.The knights and Denrick charged. The knights swung there swords at the archers as Gilbert and Hatamoto dueled to the side. Each archer blocked the swing with his bow and counterstruck. Dealing an incredible blow to the skulls of the knights.

Now all ten knights were dead. Sir Denrick was gone. Sir Gilbert had vanished. Hatamoto walked up and spoke. "We have succeeded, Einar shall be pleased." None of the archers cared in the least bit if he was pleased. They succeeded in their one mission protect the leader at all costs and they knew that they would do it again without fail...

[deadeyedan42]

nice one! can't wiat for the Ki-mo-shi story though..

[johnny139]

Good job! You're definitely going to be an accepted member of our Fiction Writing community.

[deathsaurx]

Originally Posted by deadeyedan42

nice one! can't wiat for the Ki-mo-shi story though..

I'm taking care of that one, deadeye. I'll post the prelude (as this might be a series) in a half hour or so.

[Chimpy]

Man you guys make Einar sound so cold. I always considered Einar to be the tactical one who won people over to his side. Not the merciless killer his units seem to be. Oh well, what is done is done. I guess you guys will just have to wait for my story.

[johnny139]

Originally Posted by Chimpy

Man you guys make Einar sound so cold. I always considered Einar to be the tactical one who won people over to his side. Not the merciless killer his units seem to be. Oh well, what is done is done. I guess you guys will just have to wait for my story.

Really? I always envisioned him as a cross between Napoleon, Caesar, and Genghis Khan.

[Chimpy]

I look at him as a mix between a Roman Emperor and a Saracen feild commander. (You could mix a bit of Nelson in there two.) I do not see him as a warmonger. Rather he is a rather ambitious, charismatic, discliplined general. His units follow those ideals.

[johnny139]

Originally Posted by Chimpy

I look at him as a mix between a Roman Emperor and a Saracen feild commander. (You could mix a bit of Nelson in there two.) I do not see him as a warmonger. Rather he is a rather ambitious, charismatic, discliplined general. His units follow those ideals.

Jandar is the hero, Utgar is the villain. Ullar is the hippie, Vydar is the genius. To put them in MtG terms...

Jandar - White
Utgar - Black
Ullar - Green
Vydar - Blue

That leaves Einar with red, the powerful, focused, war-mongering color. That's how I see him anyways.

[Chimpy]

I would have put Utgar as red. Black would be divided among Vydar and Utgar.

[johnny139]

Originally Posted by Chimpy

I would have put Utgar as red. Black would be divided among Vydar and Utgar.

Why do you think Vydar is pure evil?

[deathsaurx]

Okay, here is the beggining of, what could be, a long fan-fic, now that the first part of Arik's Memories has been completed. I give to you...

THE RULE OF KEE-MO-SHI

Night had fallen when Kee-Mo-Shi began to limp back to Utgar’s fortress on spidery legs. Her wounds were deep; not physically but mentally-the warriors of Jandar had given a heavy blow to her powers. The battle was an utter failure for the decimated armies of Utgar but a great victory for Kee-Mo-Shi…

Taelord, High Warrior of Utgar, was in her complete control. Perhaps she could……No; other matters would not bother her until she reached the castle. She had large influence over all the Marr, perhaps higher than Ne-Gok-Sa, now it was time to gather her forces and strike.

“HALT! STATE YOUR PURPOSE!” were the first words Kee-Mo-Shi heard when she reached the derelict gate of Castle Utgar. A weathered guard unit was stationed at the entrance, ready to tear the first creature they saw into pieces.

“I SAID STATE YOUR PURPOSE!” snarled a grotesque Minion of Utgar, an inch of grime draping his back like a cape. Kee-Mo-Shi smiled. If this was the best Utgar could maintain in purpose of defense, then taking over Valhalla would be effortless. Quick as a flash, the warwitch fumbled for a pouch at her side and reached inside it. With a devilish grin on her face she pulled out a glowing emerald green talisman from the sack. The minions knew it must be dangerous, they knew it could be fatal, but they could not avert their gaze from the enticing object. It was irresistible.

“I would prefer not to disclose that information,” chattered Kee-Mo-Shi in a choppy version of Kyrie tongue. With a bony hand, he slung the talisman around the neck of a Minion. Instantly, as if by magic, the Minion’s tense form relaxed. If anyone besides those who hardly knew the warrior, one would say the creature was in great status. But the others would notice there was something wrong with his eyes…When you look into someone’s eyes, you can see their emotion and their unique mind…The kyrie had none of that. His eyes were blacker than plains on a solar eclipse; showing absolutely no free will of his own. The powers of Kee-Mo-Shi had easily worked their fingers around the mind of the ignorant kyrie; an easy mindshackle.

The Minion let out a delighted shriek of insanity before turning to his comrades. Before they had known what was going one, the manipulated kyrie hacked off the head of one of his ex-allies. Blood spilt onto the darkened plains, giving them a red hue once more. As more pain was dealt to the Minions (mental for the poor warrior who was assassinating his allies and physical for the kyrie trying with all his might to not be slaughtered), Kee-Mo-Shi experienced greater joy. She briskly walked in between the quarrelling guards and stuck it with a fine blow from her staff. The door immediately cracked from its rusted hinges and fell to the ground. “I am inside, easier than I had expected. The age of the valkyrie has come to an end…” the Marro thought as she walked through the archway.

“Hey you! Get away from there!” yelled the wounded survivor of the conflict while he soared toward the warwitch and firmly grasped her shoulder. The kyrie began to raise his equipped masculine arm above the head of the she-demon. It was a desperate attempt to drop the war witch but he had forgotten one thing…

“YOU DARE TOUCH ME, FILTH!?” Kee-Mo-Shi’s screech resounded through out the barren landscape. As if overcome with supernatural strength, Kee-Mo-Shi tore the axe from the Minion’s hand and seized the Kyrie’s face using her gnarled hands.

“You…” From the spot her hands contacted his skin, a green tint began to spread across his face though his veins.

“Do not….” The green tint began to rapidly travel into all the veins, arteries, and capillaries in his poor body. His heart was still pumping fluids but the liquid was overall not the blood that normally runs within a kyrie. A deadly toxin had infiltrated his body via the dreaded touch of Kee-Mo-Shi.

“Deserve to…” The toxin had now traveled out of the small veins and arteries in his body and began to infect every square inch of living matter within his body. Soon, the Kyrie’s entire body was given a green color.

“Touch me..” The Minion madly began to gasp for air, but it was all for naught. The toxin had absorbed all the blood in his body, pumping nothing but toxin into his vital organs. His pale green body rippled with devastating spasms until its activity was eliminated. Taking one last look at her fiendish work, Kee-Mo-Shi shoved the corpse aside and began to limp closer and closer to the castle.

"Valhalla, meet your new ruler..."

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