Chronictank
FH is my second home
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Wanted to improve my english as my vocabulary has really gone downhill due to lack of use (and daoc ), so thought i'd try a bit of story writing.
My first effort so go easy
The pain is still there, the remnance of my enemies, the very life blood of their souls coursing through my veins. But still… the pain, a pulsing pressure upon my very being its relentless hunger, thirsting for more… always more. Drowning me within myself, suffocating the life out of me and replacing it with this hunger for..
I cannot feed it for it will be the end of me, what have I unlocked, I will not, I cannot, I shall not… the pain…
..maybe this last time, its only one more, then I will stop, she will be the last.
She swiftly weaved through the forest of Iarnwood, silently treading on the harder pieces of earth just as she was trained for within the dense undergrowth which expanded as far as what little of the horizon she could see in front of her. Perspiration causing her deep blue armour to cling to her body, a familiar feeling giving her comfort in what she knows, but even so the chill of death this forest covets for. Tightly tied at her waist her weapons of war glisten red in the crimson light of the setting sun. The sky blood red as if the chosen avenue of ancient battles, streaming over the sky around the leaves above her, filtering through the canopy above in rays of life, cleansing the foul stench of Midgard’s dead lands. Less than a moment to take in the unique beauty of the expanse before her, but the urgency of her task pushing her on, bounding over a fallen trunk she noticed the familiar carvings warning travellers of entering. Just as the gothi described the carving stretched across a band of trees as far as she could see in either direction, she was getting close. The sun was getting low giving way to the blue haze of the night sky, she cursed under her breath in her native tongue, time was slipping faster than she liked. This would be the last opportunity to rest, she had been on the trail since 2 dawns ago with little sleep and the signs of weariness were beginning to show. The familiar stiffness in her muscles as she urged them forward prompted her she needed to rest. She slowed and sunk into the shadows, a old habit from the frontier. She gained comfort in the familiarity of the cool darkness which enveloped her as she removed her pouch from her belt and took a bite out of the little bread she had left. The warm sustenance of the enchanted beverage revitalised her tired body as the spell weaved its way throughout her, aches slowly fading away. A small sip of wine, not too much, she needed her senses about her, Iarnwood was the last place to get complacent and tomorrow she would need to be alert. But for now she drifted off into a light sleep, her fingers instinctively moved over the hilt of her sword, caressing the intricate dragon moulded in the cold mithril blade, drifting off into the embrace of sleep.
bah work, will type some more when i get a chance
(anyone know how to get indents on posts?)
My first effort so go easy
The pain is still there, the remnance of my enemies, the very life blood of their souls coursing through my veins. But still… the pain, a pulsing pressure upon my very being its relentless hunger, thirsting for more… always more. Drowning me within myself, suffocating the life out of me and replacing it with this hunger for..
I cannot feed it for it will be the end of me, what have I unlocked, I will not, I cannot, I shall not… the pain…
..maybe this last time, its only one more, then I will stop, she will be the last.
She swiftly weaved through the forest of Iarnwood, silently treading on the harder pieces of earth just as she was trained for within the dense undergrowth which expanded as far as what little of the horizon she could see in front of her. Perspiration causing her deep blue armour to cling to her body, a familiar feeling giving her comfort in what she knows, but even so the chill of death this forest covets for. Tightly tied at her waist her weapons of war glisten red in the crimson light of the setting sun. The sky blood red as if the chosen avenue of ancient battles, streaming over the sky around the leaves above her, filtering through the canopy above in rays of life, cleansing the foul stench of Midgard’s dead lands. Less than a moment to take in the unique beauty of the expanse before her, but the urgency of her task pushing her on, bounding over a fallen trunk she noticed the familiar carvings warning travellers of entering. Just as the gothi described the carving stretched across a band of trees as far as she could see in either direction, she was getting close. The sun was getting low giving way to the blue haze of the night sky, she cursed under her breath in her native tongue, time was slipping faster than she liked. This would be the last opportunity to rest, she had been on the trail since 2 dawns ago with little sleep and the signs of weariness were beginning to show. The familiar stiffness in her muscles as she urged them forward prompted her she needed to rest. She slowed and sunk into the shadows, a old habit from the frontier. She gained comfort in the familiarity of the cool darkness which enveloped her as she removed her pouch from her belt and took a bite out of the little bread she had left. The warm sustenance of the enchanted beverage revitalised her tired body as the spell weaved its way throughout her, aches slowly fading away. A small sip of wine, not too much, she needed her senses about her, Iarnwood was the last place to get complacent and tomorrow she would need to be alert. But for now she drifted off into a light sleep, her fingers instinctively moved over the hilt of her sword, caressing the intricate dragon moulded in the cold mithril blade, drifting off into the embrace of sleep.
bah work, will type some more when i get a chance
(anyone know how to get indents on posts?)