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My new scenario (just in time for National HeroScape Day!) includes a fan-fiction short story!
Here's a link to Flight of the Orcs, but, since this the Fan Fiction section of the forums, here's the short story part:
Marro guards greeted Utgar’s flag bearer with icy glares as he walked past their strange hive. Deathwalkers on the right side of the path practiced targeting the Orcs as they passed. Their high-pitched servos whirred and their electronics bleeped incessantly when they ‘locked on’. As the Orcs approached the Esenwein clan’s tents, they instinctively altered their path to give the vampires the widest berth possible.
“I hunger, my love. Won’t you let me have one of the blue-skins?” Sonya Esenwein said as she pulled open the tent flap and licked her lips. The Heavy Gruts gripped their spears tighter and growled.
Cyprien came to stand next to his eternal companion, “Their blood is foul, my dear. You’d make yourself sick!” He laughed and the wolves at his feet gave a terrifying howl.
Ornak and his honor guard picked up their pace until they reached Grut Hall, their large, communal tent. The Orcs inside stood and barked in greeting, but their leader was too enraged to acknowledge them. He crossed to the map table and threw Utgar’s banner onto a pile of muddy boots in the corner. The barking stopped.
“They give us no respect. I carry the general’s banner, he chose me, and it means nothing to our ‘allies’,” Ornak growled. The Orcs gathered around the table and muttered agreement. “I stand behind Raelin, holding Utgar’s colors all day and she never lets me speak. Orcs fight and Orcs die for them. We don’t multiply in water, come back from the dead, or ‘go in for repairs’ – whatever that means.”
The Blades and Arrows barked and growled, stirred to great wroth by Ornak’s words. “We should kills them!” “And eats them!” “No, we should make them lick our boots for a change!” The Heavies pounded the butts of their polearms against the rock floor.
Ornak raised a hand for silence and his loyal troops obeyed, “No, we let them fight their own battles.” The Orcs looked at each other, puzzled. Ornak turned to his herald and said, “Send a pteranodon to Grimnak with this message: Prepare the rest of our people for a long journey. I’ll send word when it’s safe to set out.”
Theracus landed outside the cave, unsure of himself but sure of his quest. He trotted through the rivulets streaming out of the Wellspring cavern. Even this far from the source he could feel the energies of that great power surge through his hooves.
Revna’s guardians were strange and fearsome. They bowed slightly to Theracus as he tucked in his wings and slowed to a walk. He thought, ‘It may be hard to make friends with these creatures, especially the undead, but already they show me more respect than some of Ullar’s followers.’
Since Kyntela Gwyn disappeared, Theracus had felt lost and alone. None of the other Elves on Valhalla spoke the Gryphillin tongue, but he understood all their forms of Elvish and the tongues of Men and Kyrie. Without the Elven Princess to speak for him, Ullar’s forces began to treat Theracus as any other mount or beast of burden. True, they cared for these lower creatures far better than most, but he was not a dumb animal. Ullar knew this and treated Theracus well, but now the general is lost to the madness of the poisoned wellspring.
Ahead in the dimly lit cave he could finally see Revna, and with her a horrifying visage of death, the Kyrie Misaerx. Theracus trembled and bent his front legs in a bow.
“No, sweet Theracus, none bow to me. For I am the mother of freedom in these lands,” Revna rasped in Gryphillin, “I expect no allegiance for your freedom. You may live as you wish in my realm and, in time, I hope to return you to your own.”
“Thank you, Revna,” Theracus said softly, his voice unused for many months, “If I am not in your debt already, I hope to be so.”
“Yes, I will help you find Princess Kyntela. I think Ullar had forgotten the search even before he lost his mind. How long ago did he send Brandis Skyhunter to find her?”
“We haven’t had a word from him for some time. It is feared he may have fallen,” Theracus dipped his head with the burden of regret. He should have gone with the brave Elf, even if they were from different worlds.
“That saddens me, but before we can begin that search anew, I wish to owe you a debt.”
Theracus raised his head and stared at the Valkyrie.
“There are others that seek freedom from the endless conflict. Like you, they are misused, unappreciated. Will you help deliver them to this realm?”
Theracus hesitated for a moment, could he trust this mysterious general? But he knew he would pay any price to save Kyntela. It was also a more important mission than Ullar had ever given him, “Yes, Revna.”
“Good! Good,” Revna stood and carried a box to Theracus, “I give you these treasures freely. May they aid you in your mission and in your quest to find the princess. My lieutenant, Misaerx, will follow your lead, but you must fly now. I fear the Orcs are in grave danger.”
The Warriors of Ashra slipped through the woods like a whisper. The trees of Anund were dying from the Marro poison in the water, but still had enough life to conceal the Elves and make them feel somewhat at home. At a signal from Arkmer, they moved forward again. The hunt continued and these stalwarts Elf women would see it to the end.
Arkmer stood on a high branch of a great elm, looking ahead for signs of the enemy, “You have done more than I could ask of any of my own kin. Your quest has been long and perilous, my friend. Will you not return to Ullar’s hearth to rest while we continue the search?”
Brandis Skyhunter pulled back his hood and looked up at the wizard, “All Elves are kin in this strange land. I would see this through to the end.”
Arkmer leapt to another tree as Brandis started to run along the path below, “It was my charge to protect Kyntela. I failed. You have done more for her than I could, and you brought us timely news. Theracus went missing just before you returned and now the Orcs who may know where the princess is being held are rumored to have abandoned Utgar’s camp.”
Brandis said, “They head for Revna and her siren’s song of ‘freedom’. We must capture them before they enter her realm or we risk war with the renegade!”
“I have made some new friends while you were questing. They’ll be of great help when we catch up to Ornak.”
Ornak’s band reaches an impasse just as the Elves and their Wyvern friends find their prey. Meanwhile, Theracus and Misaerx reach the far side of the barrier…
Most of my stuff (see link below) contains at least a bit of fan fiction, but this is my longest piece to date. Please let me know what you think!
Here's a link to Flight of the Orcs, but, since this the Fan Fiction section of the forums, here's the short story part:
Spoiler Alert!
Flight of the Orcs
Ornak slogged into the war camp with his honor guard of Heavy Gruts. Another long day of ‘peace talks’ had ended and they seemed further from any treaty now than when they had arrived. The gray, drizzling skies echoed Ornak’s mood.Marro guards greeted Utgar’s flag bearer with icy glares as he walked past their strange hive. Deathwalkers on the right side of the path practiced targeting the Orcs as they passed. Their high-pitched servos whirred and their electronics bleeped incessantly when they ‘locked on’. As the Orcs approached the Esenwein clan’s tents, they instinctively altered their path to give the vampires the widest berth possible.
“I hunger, my love. Won’t you let me have one of the blue-skins?” Sonya Esenwein said as she pulled open the tent flap and licked her lips. The Heavy Gruts gripped their spears tighter and growled.
Cyprien came to stand next to his eternal companion, “Their blood is foul, my dear. You’d make yourself sick!” He laughed and the wolves at his feet gave a terrifying howl.
Ornak and his honor guard picked up their pace until they reached Grut Hall, their large, communal tent. The Orcs inside stood and barked in greeting, but their leader was too enraged to acknowledge them. He crossed to the map table and threw Utgar’s banner onto a pile of muddy boots in the corner. The barking stopped.
“They give us no respect. I carry the general’s banner, he chose me, and it means nothing to our ‘allies’,” Ornak growled. The Orcs gathered around the table and muttered agreement. “I stand behind Raelin, holding Utgar’s colors all day and she never lets me speak. Orcs fight and Orcs die for them. We don’t multiply in water, come back from the dead, or ‘go in for repairs’ – whatever that means.”
The Blades and Arrows barked and growled, stirred to great wroth by Ornak’s words. “We should kills them!” “And eats them!” “No, we should make them lick our boots for a change!” The Heavies pounded the butts of their polearms against the rock floor.
Ornak raised a hand for silence and his loyal troops obeyed, “No, we let them fight their own battles.” The Orcs looked at each other, puzzled. Ornak turned to his herald and said, “Send a pteranodon to Grimnak with this message: Prepare the rest of our people for a long journey. I’ll send word when it’s safe to set out.”
Theracus landed outside the cave, unsure of himself but sure of his quest. He trotted through the rivulets streaming out of the Wellspring cavern. Even this far from the source he could feel the energies of that great power surge through his hooves.
Revna’s guardians were strange and fearsome. They bowed slightly to Theracus as he tucked in his wings and slowed to a walk. He thought, ‘It may be hard to make friends with these creatures, especially the undead, but already they show me more respect than some of Ullar’s followers.’
Since Kyntela Gwyn disappeared, Theracus had felt lost and alone. None of the other Elves on Valhalla spoke the Gryphillin tongue, but he understood all their forms of Elvish and the tongues of Men and Kyrie. Without the Elven Princess to speak for him, Ullar’s forces began to treat Theracus as any other mount or beast of burden. True, they cared for these lower creatures far better than most, but he was not a dumb animal. Ullar knew this and treated Theracus well, but now the general is lost to the madness of the poisoned wellspring.
Ahead in the dimly lit cave he could finally see Revna, and with her a horrifying visage of death, the Kyrie Misaerx. Theracus trembled and bent his front legs in a bow.
“No, sweet Theracus, none bow to me. For I am the mother of freedom in these lands,” Revna rasped in Gryphillin, “I expect no allegiance for your freedom. You may live as you wish in my realm and, in time, I hope to return you to your own.”
“Thank you, Revna,” Theracus said softly, his voice unused for many months, “If I am not in your debt already, I hope to be so.”
“Yes, I will help you find Princess Kyntela. I think Ullar had forgotten the search even before he lost his mind. How long ago did he send Brandis Skyhunter to find her?”
“We haven’t had a word from him for some time. It is feared he may have fallen,” Theracus dipped his head with the burden of regret. He should have gone with the brave Elf, even if they were from different worlds.
“That saddens me, but before we can begin that search anew, I wish to owe you a debt.”
Theracus raised his head and stared at the Valkyrie.
“There are others that seek freedom from the endless conflict. Like you, they are misused, unappreciated. Will you help deliver them to this realm?”
Theracus hesitated for a moment, could he trust this mysterious general? But he knew he would pay any price to save Kyntela. It was also a more important mission than Ullar had ever given him, “Yes, Revna.”
“Good! Good,” Revna stood and carried a box to Theracus, “I give you these treasures freely. May they aid you in your mission and in your quest to find the princess. My lieutenant, Misaerx, will follow your lead, but you must fly now. I fear the Orcs are in grave danger.”
The Warriors of Ashra slipped through the woods like a whisper. The trees of Anund were dying from the Marro poison in the water, but still had enough life to conceal the Elves and make them feel somewhat at home. At a signal from Arkmer, they moved forward again. The hunt continued and these stalwarts Elf women would see it to the end.
Arkmer stood on a high branch of a great elm, looking ahead for signs of the enemy, “You have done more than I could ask of any of my own kin. Your quest has been long and perilous, my friend. Will you not return to Ullar’s hearth to rest while we continue the search?”
Brandis Skyhunter pulled back his hood and looked up at the wizard, “All Elves are kin in this strange land. I would see this through to the end.”
Arkmer leapt to another tree as Brandis started to run along the path below, “It was my charge to protect Kyntela. I failed. You have done more for her than I could, and you brought us timely news. Theracus went missing just before you returned and now the Orcs who may know where the princess is being held are rumored to have abandoned Utgar’s camp.”
Brandis said, “They head for Revna and her siren’s song of ‘freedom’. We must capture them before they enter her realm or we risk war with the renegade!”
“I have made some new friends while you were questing. They’ll be of great help when we catch up to Ornak.”
Ornak’s band reaches an impasse just as the Elves and their Wyvern friends find their prey. Meanwhile, Theracus and Misaerx reach the far side of the barrier…
Most of my stuff (see link below) contains at least a bit of fan fiction, but this is my longest piece to date. Please let me know what you think!
