Battlescene (Short-stoori englanniksi)

[Morrigan]

Jahas, enpäs ole ennen tätäkään aluetta käynyt vilkuilemassa (taino, en mie vilkuile kauhiasti nytkään, kunhan postailen tämän viestin). Mutta joskus on kiva saada palautetta omista kirjoitelmista, joten heitän itseäni kivellä ja postailen satunnaisen kirjoitelman joka tuli tuossa vähän aikaa sitten kirjoiteltua. Arviointi ja kaikenlainen kommentointi on hyväksyttyä ja toivottua, vaikkei se koostuisi muusta kuin "ihan kiva" tasoisista kommenteista. Mutta mutta, etiäpäin menevän mieli, joten tässä itse tarinaa. Tosiaan, englanniksi kirjoitettu, kun jotenkin sujuvampaa. Kirjoitusvirheistä voi valittaa ja pahoittelen niitä jo etukäteen.

Blades fell and rose in unison, as the pace of battle grew faster. Blood pumped through the warriors' veins like thunder, roaring in their ears with a voice of infernal hatred. Elves, singing their ancient songs of battle, advanced like a lance through the kurgan line, cutting a bloody path before them. At the head of the lance prince Tremarken, wielding his ancient broadsword like a man would wield a dagger, killed with grim determination, ready to spill foreign blood for his people. Marauder after marauder felt the deathly kiss of his blade and were cut down, for the followers of chaos were no match for elven steel.

Then, like a ship's prow coming out from the water, the elven spearhead cut through the line of marauders. Quickly the last enemy warriors were killed, and the lesser, spear-armed warriors assembled in line with the spearheading swordmasters. Silence descended upon the battlefield as the elves gazed across their chosen field of battle. Before them loomed a wall of blackened steel and writhing flesh. The hosts of Slaanesh had assembled before them, waiting for the worthy to break through the marauders.

A growing roar emerged from the foul warriors' line, and as one they charged towards the elves. Readying his blade Tremarken began to pick pace. The swordmasters, like tail of a deathly comet, followed behind him, and the citizen militia nervously took their position at the end of the line. In Tremarken's eyes the ground became a blur, a thing so unreal that he knew he could just spread his wings and fly. The only thing that prevented this was the enemy force before him, and he concentrated all his determination to break through that obstacle.

With a crash the battle lines met and merged instantly. The carefully planned elven formations were broken and twisted as the howling horde was unleashed upon them. Screams from elven throats echoed all around as the citizen soldiers were hacked to pieces in a delightful orgy of killing. Only the prince's bodyguard of swordmasters managed to hold their formation, and even advance through the serried ranks of chaos warriors. For every swordmaster that fell two enemy warriors were killed, but at the moment it just seemed not to be enough.

Tremarken, knowing that this battle would be his last, hacked down foe after foe. Beside him his bodyguard swung their blades in unison, all aware that they would meet their end upon this battlefield. The dwindling ranks of swordmasters knew that their long lifespans would be cut loose this day, and yet none took a backward step.

Beside Tremarken his standard bearer suffered a vicious blow and fell. Without hesitation prince of the elves picked the banner before it managed to fall and beheaded the vile warrior with a powerful wing of his blade. Carrying the ancient standard of his house and wielding a broadsword in one hand Tremarken appeared unstoppable. All around him elven soldiers were cut down, and all hope seemed lost.

Then, with a roar that shattered shields, a beast emerged from the clouds. Sprouting flames that seared the warriors of Slaanesh the dragon crashed down upon the chaos line. Tearing men apart with it's jagged teeth and fearsome claws the beast send a wave of uncertainty flowing through the ranks of enemy.

The still surviving elven warriors gave a great cheer when they noticed the slim figure atop the dragon raining death upon the chaos warriors. Arrow after arrow punched through dark steeled breastplates as the stranger unleashed those messengers of death after one another with a sickening speed.

With renewed vigor the elves began their final push. The fell warriors, besieged from two sides, began to buckle and bend. Slowly but unstoppably they began to retreat, faster and faster until they were running for their lives. The elves, smelling that victory could yet be grasped, raised their voices in a final song that drowned all other voices with it's almost physical might.

A sound like thunder echoed across the battlefield and suddenly it was the elves who were falling back. From behind the retreating enemy warriors a dark force was advancing, their blackened armors glimmering with unholy power. Wielding huge halberds they were cleaving through the swordmasters like some primal force. Elven speed seemed to matter nothing when these manifests of might were considered.

The elves had not been prepared for this. At first they tried to stop the tide, but as soil cannot resist a tide they began to break. Tremarken, seeing his brothers in arms falling side by side, started to cry.

From behind his veil of tears he spotted a warrior, taller than all the others and wielding a huge ax, heaving through the few remaining elves with speed that almost matched theirs. Screaming wordlessly Tremarken threw himself towards this foe, thinking nothing but the downfall of this butchering maniac. For a moment the flames burning behind the warrior's helmet grew brighter as if he had laughed, and he saluted his opponent briefly. Then the two warriors met.

The duel was brief and bloody. Tremarken, his fury drowning all thoughts of tactic and skill, hauled his sword with strength boosted by his wrath. The chaos warlord met his blows with ease, turning them aside almost faster than eye could follow. The glimmer behind his helmet grew dimmer as he realized that Tremarken was not a match for his diabolic might.

With a quick counterattack the chaos champion drove the elven prince off-balance, and, almost casually, chopped his head off with a return blow.

For a moment the elven warriors stood silent, shocked by this show of power. Then rage and desperation filled prince Tremarken's bodyguard's hearts and they flung themselves towards their enemies, screaming. Hacking at the chaos warriors with fury that could not be matched they managed to caught their foe off balance. Within moments the elves had advanced all the ground they had previously lost when the chosen had joined the fray.

The chaos warlord eyes glimmered with joy as he saw his foe's resolve return. A good fight was always preferable to a quick massacre of running down fleeing troops. He raised his ax to signal his warriors to advance.

He never managed to give the order. With a crash that shattered earth the dragon and his rider rammed the chaos general, burying his body beneath the beast's huge body. This time the elves did not cheer, all they could do was hold back tears for their fallen comrades. They had to wait for after the battle.

The chaos warriors hesitated when they saw their master's fall. Nothing could survive such an impact, and yet the unholy soldiers had began to revere their general something akin to a God. But when the elven dragon picked up the champion's dead body and ripped it's head of, the chaos warriors wailed in despair. Their resolve broken, their will sapped, they were no match for the remaining elves. Quickly they turned their tail and ran.

The day was won. But the cost had been high.

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[GobbladasSquig]

Saamarin lohikäärmeet.

[Morrigan]

Saamarin lohikäärmeet.

*Snif* riistävät kaaoksen sotalordeilta ansaitun voiton. =( Hetki tuli mietittyä, että laitanko tuon kaaoksen hirmuvaltiaan nousemaan tuon lohikäärmeen alta ja repimään pedon sydämen ulos rinnasta. Mutta meh, ei se ole kivaa jos kaikki ovat supersankareita. Heikot ja oikeasti haavoittuvat loordit ja herrat ovat paljon huvittavampia.

Onpas tuolla tekstissä muuten pirusti toistoa... Häiritsevää. Noh, pitää jossain vaiheessa korjata.

[Ilmari]

hmm... Minusta hieman liian mahtipontinen, muuten oli kiva lukea.

[Isompi Arska]

hmm... Minusta hieman liian mahtipontinen, muuten oli kiva lukea.

no sä et hei tunne tota olaa :P

Jotenki tästä tekstistä vaan paljastuu kirjottaja heti, mulla oli tälläne intuitio jo maanataina ;)
En kyllä ite jaksa semmosia tarinoita minnä üübernezz on vedetty ensimmäisen potenssin yli sekä löysin ainakin KOLME kirjotusvirhettä

[Morrigan]

hmm... Minusta hieman liian mahtipontinen, muuten oli kiva lukea.

no sä et hei tunne tota olaa :P

Jotenki tästä tekstistä vaan paljastuu kirjottaja heti, mulla oli tälläne intuitio jo maanataina ;)
En kyllä ite jaksa semmosia tarinoita minnä üübernezz on vedetty ensimmäisen potenssin yli sekä löysin ainakin KOLME kirjotusvirhettä

Heh, aina joku on valittamassa. ;) Nomjoo, lähinnä tämäkin tekstinpätkä tuli kirjoitettua Freedom Callin ja Amon Amarthin vaikutuksen alaisena, joten osa eeppisestä mahtipontisuudesta selittyy sillä (loput sitten sillä luonnollisella eepistelyllä).

Ja kirjoitusvirheitä löysin itsekin kun nyt lueskelin, mutta meh, en jaksa korjailla. Ehkä joskus. Tai sitten ei.

Mutta hyvä että oli ihan mukavaa luettavaa mahtipontisuudesta huolimati.

[blackmetalsiili]

Conan voittoon!

p.s. Härkönen itkee varmaan verta kun kirjoitat englanniksi...

[Isompi Arska]

Conan voittoon!

p.s. Härkönen itkee varmaan verta kun kirjoitat englanniksi...

ja antaa huonot pisteet geneerisyydestä :P

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