Chronictank
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All the facts and characters are exadurated or are fictional for dramatisation, the epic is not a actualy mythic quest and is entirely fictional.
Now that thats over happy reading
“You shall never defeat me”, boomed a terrifying voice almost resulting in the stout warrior tightening his grasp on the shaft of his axe as the sound echoed throughout the fiery mountains, penetrating into the soul of even the most proud of warriors.
The berserker forged on as the terrain became more difficult to navigate, but the end of his journey was near as he scaled the last hill. A small head peered over the edge to reveal an amazing yet terrifying structure towering above the rest of the landscape, dwarfing all its surroundings. A castle of dark stone molded with the same ferocity that the war plagued past of the lands it occupied. The wondrous red clouds of muspelheim were little comfort to the strangers in the land as they were all to aware of the dark forces that dwelled in such a landscape.
A moat of molten rock surrounded the structure with a single bridge guarded by 2 giant red beings that stood with a chilling stillness as if statues. One wielded a giant bow which glowed with an eerie dullness, crafted out of the woods of muspelhem whose magical abilities let them withstand the fires of muspelheim, giving the holder resistances to extreme heat. The second wielded a giant sword of a dark metal beaten by the craftsmen of the foreign land with the same deadly accuracy the wielder controlled. Both wore little more than a set of cloth amour, tattered, stained and scarred with the marks of battle.
The young berserker, Chronic, was well aware many more would be inside, so leaned back behind the hill out of sight from the giant structure. He took a small vile out of his pouch it contained a green elixir and was sealed by a cork, hesitantly pulled out the cork to release a pungent, rank smell of decay as a green colored gas effervesced from the vile. He squinted his eyes and swallowed the concoction, the liquid slowly trickled down his throat as if enjoying the torture its victim had to endure, the vile taste attacking the tongue as if a plague had taken hold of it. As soon as the discomfort subsided his muscles beamed as the rejuvenating effects started flowing through his body.
Chronic sheathed his great battle axe, and drew out his cleaver from its hold on his left side, then prepared to charge over the hill with a small steel throwing axe in the other hand. He was about to disembark over the hill when he heard a horn sound.
There stood the great hunter Takhasis Dragonslayer holding the horn of Horath, the sacred war cry of the Rogues in one hand waving and a magical bow from the depths of Tuscarian Glacier in the other, immediately the giants roared with anger and began to charge the hunter who simply began letting arrows fly at the giants legs. All of a sudden as if the landscape was possessed figures started appearing all over the uneven landscape revealing themselves to be hunters. Arrows littered the blood red skies with deadly accuracy, within seconds the fire giant’s flesh was being torn by the projectiles hurled at them, as the giant figures cried out in pain, eventually subsiding into silence, then all was still and the hunters once again disappeared.
The berserker sat still in awe of the spectacle he had just seen, but this didn’t last long as his attention was turned to a noise behind himself, there stood 3 figures, with dark red eyes and chilling grins. Skeletons stood weapons wielded as the berserker turned around replacing his throwing axe with a second cleaver, the skeletons wore un-dyed chain armor with bronze trim and a strange insignia on the shoulder plates. It was a skull of silver with a bronze plate beneath shaped to look like flame. One wore a helm forged of a strange metal with a piece tracing down the skull forming a nose piece. They laughed at the lone warrior as he stepped back into his stance readying for the charge; “Why don’t you make this easy on us, you cannot defeat us”, the helmed skeleton spoke in a hoarse deep voice, “He should fight back, then I will keep his eyes as a souvenir”, squealed a second followed by a shrieking laugh similar to only that of a hyena. The helmed skeleton proudly stepped forward and held out his chest “I am Captain Dargrath, you are trespassing on our territory, by order of the king you are sentenced to death”, with that the 2 skeletons gave a high pitched warcry almost deafening the berserker as they charged from either side of the Captain lunging with their sharp spears, Chronic parried the attacks, resulting in the spears passing close to his waist, the young berserker then swung his cleaver in a uppercut style slicing deep into one of the skeletons chest and exiting through its skull. The skeletons corpse shattered into 2 pieces falling on the floor as if a tower of cards blown over by the wind.
The second looked on in dismay at his fallen comrade, Chronic seizing the opportunity and began his lunge to use a scissor style on the skeletons head when he was abruptly stopped as the captain slammed into his left side with his large shield. The shield had a image of a skull in front of a flame similar to the emblem but the eyes of the skull were 2 red emeralds which glistened as if full of energy. The slam resulted in Chronic stumbling onto a nearby rock losing his grasp on one of his cleavers which landed at the Captains feet.
The Captain smiled with a cruel satisfaction as his companion moved in, at this Chronic hurled his remaining cleaver at the spear wielding warrior which pierced straight through the foes ribcage with a great cracking sound. This enraged the captain who braced himself and pointed the shield towards the berserker who was on his feet with his mighty 2 handed axe in his grasp. Suddenly the 2 emeralds on the Captains shield began to glow and with a great roar came a beam of heat cutting through the air towards Chronic. With duelist’s reflexes he instantly threw himself to a side as the captain charged, the beam blew a crater in the ground where Chronic was stood. The captain then swung his sword at the Berserker who still lay on the ground narrowly missing Chronic who rolled over to avoid the blade, holding the great axe in one hand Chronic swung with all his strength cutting Dagraths legs through the knee caps. The Captain screamed in pain as he fell to the ground unable to get up again, “Your only true destiny is death”, the captain cackled, “you will never leave muspelheim alive!”, at this Chronic lifted his axe above his head and with a downward strike slammed his axe down on the captains head shattering his skull in half.
All of a sudden the shield in the Dagrath’s hand began to glow and before Chronic could react exploded sending Chronic hurtling down the hill towards the fire giant bridge below, the limp lifeless body tumbled down the hill hitting rocks and boulders as it fell, hitting the rock bottom, he lay motionless, Could the captains word be true?
To be continued….
Now that thats over happy reading
“You shall never defeat me”, boomed a terrifying voice almost resulting in the stout warrior tightening his grasp on the shaft of his axe as the sound echoed throughout the fiery mountains, penetrating into the soul of even the most proud of warriors.
The berserker forged on as the terrain became more difficult to navigate, but the end of his journey was near as he scaled the last hill. A small head peered over the edge to reveal an amazing yet terrifying structure towering above the rest of the landscape, dwarfing all its surroundings. A castle of dark stone molded with the same ferocity that the war plagued past of the lands it occupied. The wondrous red clouds of muspelheim were little comfort to the strangers in the land as they were all to aware of the dark forces that dwelled in such a landscape.
A moat of molten rock surrounded the structure with a single bridge guarded by 2 giant red beings that stood with a chilling stillness as if statues. One wielded a giant bow which glowed with an eerie dullness, crafted out of the woods of muspelhem whose magical abilities let them withstand the fires of muspelheim, giving the holder resistances to extreme heat. The second wielded a giant sword of a dark metal beaten by the craftsmen of the foreign land with the same deadly accuracy the wielder controlled. Both wore little more than a set of cloth amour, tattered, stained and scarred with the marks of battle.
The young berserker, Chronic, was well aware many more would be inside, so leaned back behind the hill out of sight from the giant structure. He took a small vile out of his pouch it contained a green elixir and was sealed by a cork, hesitantly pulled out the cork to release a pungent, rank smell of decay as a green colored gas effervesced from the vile. He squinted his eyes and swallowed the concoction, the liquid slowly trickled down his throat as if enjoying the torture its victim had to endure, the vile taste attacking the tongue as if a plague had taken hold of it. As soon as the discomfort subsided his muscles beamed as the rejuvenating effects started flowing through his body.
Chronic sheathed his great battle axe, and drew out his cleaver from its hold on his left side, then prepared to charge over the hill with a small steel throwing axe in the other hand. He was about to disembark over the hill when he heard a horn sound.
There stood the great hunter Takhasis Dragonslayer holding the horn of Horath, the sacred war cry of the Rogues in one hand waving and a magical bow from the depths of Tuscarian Glacier in the other, immediately the giants roared with anger and began to charge the hunter who simply began letting arrows fly at the giants legs. All of a sudden as if the landscape was possessed figures started appearing all over the uneven landscape revealing themselves to be hunters. Arrows littered the blood red skies with deadly accuracy, within seconds the fire giant’s flesh was being torn by the projectiles hurled at them, as the giant figures cried out in pain, eventually subsiding into silence, then all was still and the hunters once again disappeared.
The berserker sat still in awe of the spectacle he had just seen, but this didn’t last long as his attention was turned to a noise behind himself, there stood 3 figures, with dark red eyes and chilling grins. Skeletons stood weapons wielded as the berserker turned around replacing his throwing axe with a second cleaver, the skeletons wore un-dyed chain armor with bronze trim and a strange insignia on the shoulder plates. It was a skull of silver with a bronze plate beneath shaped to look like flame. One wore a helm forged of a strange metal with a piece tracing down the skull forming a nose piece. They laughed at the lone warrior as he stepped back into his stance readying for the charge; “Why don’t you make this easy on us, you cannot defeat us”, the helmed skeleton spoke in a hoarse deep voice, “He should fight back, then I will keep his eyes as a souvenir”, squealed a second followed by a shrieking laugh similar to only that of a hyena. The helmed skeleton proudly stepped forward and held out his chest “I am Captain Dargrath, you are trespassing on our territory, by order of the king you are sentenced to death”, with that the 2 skeletons gave a high pitched warcry almost deafening the berserker as they charged from either side of the Captain lunging with their sharp spears, Chronic parried the attacks, resulting in the spears passing close to his waist, the young berserker then swung his cleaver in a uppercut style slicing deep into one of the skeletons chest and exiting through its skull. The skeletons corpse shattered into 2 pieces falling on the floor as if a tower of cards blown over by the wind.
The second looked on in dismay at his fallen comrade, Chronic seizing the opportunity and began his lunge to use a scissor style on the skeletons head when he was abruptly stopped as the captain slammed into his left side with his large shield. The shield had a image of a skull in front of a flame similar to the emblem but the eyes of the skull were 2 red emeralds which glistened as if full of energy. The slam resulted in Chronic stumbling onto a nearby rock losing his grasp on one of his cleavers which landed at the Captains feet.
The Captain smiled with a cruel satisfaction as his companion moved in, at this Chronic hurled his remaining cleaver at the spear wielding warrior which pierced straight through the foes ribcage with a great cracking sound. This enraged the captain who braced himself and pointed the shield towards the berserker who was on his feet with his mighty 2 handed axe in his grasp. Suddenly the 2 emeralds on the Captains shield began to glow and with a great roar came a beam of heat cutting through the air towards Chronic. With duelist’s reflexes he instantly threw himself to a side as the captain charged, the beam blew a crater in the ground where Chronic was stood. The captain then swung his sword at the Berserker who still lay on the ground narrowly missing Chronic who rolled over to avoid the blade, holding the great axe in one hand Chronic swung with all his strength cutting Dagraths legs through the knee caps. The Captain screamed in pain as he fell to the ground unable to get up again, “Your only true destiny is death”, the captain cackled, “you will never leave muspelheim alive!”, at this Chronic lifted his axe above his head and with a downward strike slammed his axe down on the captains head shattering his skull in half.
All of a sudden the shield in the Dagrath’s hand began to glow and before Chronic could react exploded sending Chronic hurtling down the hill towards the fire giant bridge below, the limp lifeless body tumbled down the hill hitting rocks and boulders as it fell, hitting the rock bottom, he lay motionless, Could the captains word be true?
To be continued….
