The War of Old Europe

LelandDogson · #11 23rd August 2006, 01:38 PM

Alastair drew his blade, and leapt through a small opening in the trees, and down to the path below. Javelins were cast by his hidden friends, and bolts, and arrows followed. Alastair struck a Knight off his horse, then landed a solid punch to his nose, with his mailed fist. He drew back his blade, and thrust it through the Knight's face.
A wince was all that the Knight received from Alastair, as token of pity, for his pain. Alastair leapt at another Knight, and slit his bare throat with his sword, then kicked his horse into action. The steed would be caught by his good friend, Heinrich, the Monk.
At that moment, the entire band of outlaws, save the supportive ones, such as Heinrich, charged the Baron's escort. Their arms were strong, their blades, and axes sharp. The Knights fought valiantly, but in vain. There was no stopping the group.
Alastair swung hard at a retainer, disposed of him, then turned about, in time to witness one of his own, John of Belgium, be cut down by a Knight. The Knight's shield showed a red dagger against a black field.
Alastair rushed the Knight, and lifted his blade to the man's throat. Just before he could kill him, the enemy Knight brought his shield up, then swung low at Alastair's feet. Alastair dodged, then prepared to cast a spell.
As he spoke the words, the Knight pulled a dagger from his belt, and swung it at Alastair's thigh. The spell was faster, though, and the Knight was dead, before his red dagger had a chance to touch Alastair.
Alastair looked about. The Baron, and all his escort were dead. His friends were standing alone in the bloody glade, smiling amongst themselves. "Well done." Alastair said. "Come, let us return the bodies to their master, the Lord Wellington of Baywater." With that, they gathered together with their friends, and new-found supplies, and, bearing the corpses on their strong backs, set off for Baywater.

LadyofRohan99 · #12 24th August 2006, 03:28 PM

(( Already got permission from Leland. I'll try to post my bio asap, but I'm a little short on time.))

Lightning danced on the near horizon, lighting up the ominous storm clouds that birthed it. The wind howled across plains, trees, and villages alike, tearing at them like some savage beast.
On a hill overlooking a little village, stood a young woman, alone and as fierce looking as the raging storm around her. The wind tugged at long, dark locks of hair, the lightning reflected in eyes as dark as coal. Behind her, some fifty feet away, stood the great Stonehenge, her home since her birth.
Her name was Xayna of Stonehenge, and she was alone, as she always was. She looked down upon the village with a strong, and strange, desire to see the people that dwelt therein. But she knew what they're response would be. Cold glares, nervous glances, outright rage, and shouting voices. She despised the people, even as she desired to see them and talk and be among them...to be one of them...but she never could be, because of the stupid chance of the origin of her birth..
She look down on the village with a fierce anger, cursing it under her breath, and turned away...

Peace Eternal · #13 24th August 2006, 04:01 PM

Far away from any storm or battle; past rivers and a giant forest; through many fields of waving young weat and pastures of grazing cows. Across a wide streatch of water, was the fief of Baywater.

Vern sat in the shade of a large tree at the edge of a feild of corn. Beside him to his left sat his water bucket, to his right sat his younger siblings. Already the days were growing hot and long, though it coudn't have been more then two weeks into the spring season. He and his brother and sisters, along with all the other peasant children who could walk, were to water the western fields. It was a long and tedious (sp?) job, creating a sore back and blistered hands and feet. Though after the first time, it got better. For during the winter, those who weren't ill, starving or working up at the Keep, there was more time to sit still and listen to old stories.

Vern often wondered with the stories that were told had been true. If there really was a place of standing stone built by people, or if there really were such creatures as Dragons. He had never seen any, and none (to his knowledge) had ever seen him. He also wondered what was beyond the Great Forest. What places the world had to offer. But his father had told him, more then once, that such things should not enter into a peasants head.
~+~

The sun had vanished long ago over the western horizon when Vern finished his work. His hands were blistered and bleeding as well as his feet and back. He had lost track of time while sitting undernieth the tree. The others had gone back to work, but he had stayed, lost in his thoughts. Not long after, Lord Gregory himself had come along and found him. He had never really liked this boy, who always looked like he knew more then him, though he couldn't because he had never had an education. And whether or not it was on purpose had never entered his mind. So when he caught him daydreaming, it was the perfect excuse to have him beat and then punished by having him finish the feilds alone. And that is what had happended.

When Vern reached home, he found a worried mother and an angery father. Because of what had happend, he now had to give another fourth of his food for the winter to Lord Gregory. And all, he said, because of a lazy son.

And so that night, Vern lay on his mat in the corner farthest from the coles reflecting on the day. He had somehow managed to bring two beatings, extra work, and only one meal instead of two down on his head. All because of his dreams. Perhaps, dreams aren't good. Maybe for people in stories they can be. But for real people, untouched by star dust or fairies, they can only bring pain and missery. He closed his eyes tight and went to sleep. And as he lay there, something light and silver drifted down through the only winder and rested in his hair.

LelandDogson · #14 24th August 2006, 06:17 PM

((Alright, I need a basis of where Baywater is. If someone could tell me, I'd be more than grateful.))

Alastair rode his buckskin stallion quietly through the streets of Baywater. Ten of his men, the most gifted in minds, and might, rode alongside him. Amongst them were Heinrich the Monk, Frederich of Helensburg, and Sebastian of Copenhagen.
The people of Baywater stared at the group, as they passed by. Some's eyes held fear, others' suspiscion(sp?), some even held malice. Alastair didn't care. His blade was at his side, ready to be drawn at any moment. He and his group were there for supplies. They had already piled the bodies of the Baron, and his Knights, whose castle, Alastair knew, had been nearby.
The group stopped abruptly at the small merchant's shop. Alastair signaled for the men to wait outside, as he, Heinrich, and Sebastian went in for supplies.
The shop was damp, and musty, with a the stench of rat, potent enough to make your nose twitch. Alastair passed a man carrying a large bag of flour out of the store, and walked calmly up to the man behind the counter, whose frown grew even deeper when he saw the three.
"I need flour, salt, and yeast." Alastair said, quickly. He didn't like the look on the man's face, and the glint in his beady eyes seemed to hold some dark knowledge.
"I'm fresh out of flour." The man said, quickly. Alastair's eyes narrowed.
"I just saw a man walk out of here with a whole bag of it." He said, accussingly. The man's mouth twitched nervously, and Alastair understood exactly what was going on.
"Let's go." He said quickly to the others. He rushed out the door, ignoring the merchant's calls of 'wait there's some right here!'. A trap! he thought, irritatedly, as he mounted up quickly.
The eleven men rode hard for the gates, dodging commoners, and nobles alike. Alastair was at the lead, with Heinrich, Sebastian, and Frederich right behind him. Suddenly, twenty-four Knights in solid armor, rode out from behind a building, and joined pursuit.
Heinrich pulled back his robe, and pulled out a large falcon. Alastair grinned at the man. Though neither liked the chances of the bird dying, it was better its life than theirs'.
"Fly, Ejiir!" Heinrich cried. The falcon flew nearly a thousand feet into the sky, then dove back down at their foes. The bird harrassed a few Knights into falling behind because of dented visors, or because they were knocked off their horses.
Then, the group reached the gate. There, stood forty retainers, armed with pikes. Blast! Alastair cursed, as he pulled his buckskin to a halt. The gates were closed. Heinrich saw there plight, and shouted, "Go! Fly!" Then, he launched a massive fireball, roasting the gate, and any retainer who stood in its path.
The group rode on once more, but Heinrich fell off his horse, drained of energy from his hasty use of magic. Alastiar realized this, and turned just in time to see a spear driven through his friend of eight years. The old man lay there, breathing hard, and dying, as tears poured like rain down Alastair's cheeks.
Then, Heinrich was dead. Alastair launched a fireball of his own, though much less potent than Heinrich's, at the Knights. He didn't have time to see its effect, for Sebastian was already slapping his horse into action.
You'll pay for this... Alastair thought, as he rode off.

Peace Eternal · #15 24th August 2006, 06:22 PM

((Ireland, but if that's to inconvient, it can be switched to the highlands of Scotland))

CJF · #16 28th August 2006, 12:49 AM

Allene jolted awake. She blinked a few times and sat up, her eyes still blurry from crying. She rubbed her eyes, and found her surroundings dark. Shed been out all day! Allene groanned and stood to her feet.
"He is going to be furious!" she whispered as she ran around the back of the manor to her bedroom window.

She grabbed onto the vines and climbed as fast as she could, while trying not to make too much noise. She reached her window, but found it locked. But I left it open! And Mina knows to keep it open for me! she thought, dreading the idea of going in through the front. She tried to open the window, but it was locked tight.

Allene sighed and climbed back down. She ran her hands through her hair and stood a moment. She knew if she went in the front, her father would see her from his office and she'd get a beating. But, she knew she coulnd't stay out all night, either. The sixteen year-old bit her bottom lip. What do I do now?

Maul · #17 28th August 2006, 08:51 AM

Zach looked up above him, even if he didn't see anything. Someone was climbing the vines, could it be a thief? No, well, maybe, but no.. If he did call it thief, he couldn't do much if the thief wasn't realy a thief but.... two thieves? No, the sound is being made by one singular person. Yes, let's call it that. He squinted his eyes, to make it seem as if he could see, but he banged his staff of the side of the house once. No answer. Oh well.

CJF · #18 29th August 2006, 12:56 AM

After a few more moments of thought, Allene turned to go towards the front entrance. It was a risk, but she needed to get inside. However, her trip was cut short when she ran into someone. She'd been walking fairly quickly so, after impact, she fell backwards. Great!

((It's Zach, by the way.))

ChildOfGod15 · #19 29th August 2006, 03:13 PM

((May I join pleeaaase?

))

Maul · #20 29th August 2006, 05:05 PM

Originally Posted by DARRIONS

After a few more moments of thought, Allene turned to go towards the front entrance. It was a risk, but she needed to get inside. However, her trip was cut short when she ran into someone. She'd been walking fairly quickly so, after impact, she fell backwards. Great!

((It's Zach, by the way.))

His staff flipped over his wrist with a flick of it, the butt of it being ground into the dirt to catch his fall. Gaining proper footing, he didn't do anything for a good ten seconds, registering sounds around him, and trying to find where the person he had bumped into, or rather he or she bumped into him, was. Blinking once towards Allene's direction, he offered a hand to haul her up.