Tässäpä tarina armeijani kenraalista. Ykkösosa ei vielä kovin hirveitä paljasta, mutta... No, kertokaa mitä pidätte. Ja pätkissä kirjoitettu kun laiska olen.
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Part 1 - Innocent Heart
Full moon was shining over sleeping forest, as young maiden hustled along the narrow path with smile sparkling on her deep blue eyes. Soon she would be home with the herbs she was sent to fetch from hermit who lived in nearby forest hut. It was last night before the great summer festival would take place in Middenheim, great city of Empire. It was only half day travelling away from the village of Sternburg, her and her family's home village. Lot of thoughts ran through her head... Maybe this time she would meet someone special, maybe this time there would be something that she'd remember rest of her life. Last year there were strange lizard-like things in cages who somehow seemed intelligent. They had fascinated her then, altough it was a bit sad in the same time. What if they also had families and such somewhere? But, that was then, and now was now. Home was near already, small cottage in the edge of the village, and she started to run. Her long golden locks of hair waving behind her she sprinted to the door and opened it with happy greeting.
"I'm back! Dad, here's the..." Sentence was cut as her father roared, rising from his bench.
"Emilia! What took you sho long, you stupid bitch?!" With wave of terror, Emilia noticed mother beaten to bloody pulp by drunken man who was her father. Before girl could even react, man had his strong hand around her throat, preventing her from breathing, not to mention screaming for help. Next thing she knew that she was lying on the floor, cheek bleeding from the powerful hit of the fist. This was by no means first time, and she had already learnt that if she'd just lie down quietly, not making any move at all, he would soon find other targets for his violence. This time Emilia didn't even pass out because of pain, but had to struggle not to whine. Every hit sent a painful wave through her delicate body. Eventually drunken man wandered away, and she didn't even want to know where.
Next morning Emilia woke from the floor, every part of her body aching. She was beatiful young woman already, in her early 16, but somehow every boy from his village seemed to avoid her. Same thing was with boys in other villages or cities. She blamed her father, whose mere presence seemed to drive everyone away, as her father, Jaroslav from Kislev, was huge man, grown to be strong due to blacksmithing career. He seemed to be still sleeping when Emilia silently rose to her feet and sneaked out, to the forest. There she finally let the tears come, crying for long time. Long enough to get startled as realized that this was the day when they were supposed to go to the great summer festival. Father would beat her again if she'd be late... So, with a slight panic Emilia jumped to her feet and ran home again. Jaroslav was still sleeping, but mother... she should have at least moved a bit! Carefully, fear tightening its grip on her throat with every step she closed her mother, and finally kneeled beside her.
"Mom...?" Careful nudge on her shoulder. Cold shoulder. She didn't believe it at first, but after second touch it hitted her. Mother was dead. Father had killed her. But no time to mourn now, father had woken and walked behind her.
"This is your fault, stupid girl. You came so late, you let this happen." Dangerous tone in his voice, still reeking of old booze he added. "Your fault. You'd better keep quiet about this."
As they travelled together to the summer festival, she kept quiet. Thoughts just didn't let go... "He killed mom... What if he does the same to me?" Jaroslav talked for her too, telling stories of Kislev deeds against northern enemy, the Chaos. But she barely even heard him. She didn't want to go the festival anymore, they had left in such hurry that mom was still on the floor, in the puddle of her own blood. Even when they had reached the festival and wandered around, she didn't pay any attention to anything. Not even those lizards she had seen last year. Finally Jaroslav ordered that they'd find a inn where to stay over night, as roads were dangerous after dark. In the inn Emilia finally snapped out of her thoughts when Jaroslav raised his voice.
"You are not even paying attention to me, or what is that? I asked you if you are enjoying the festival?"
"I... yes, of course...!" She tried to say, but could only whisper.
"You lie... I can see now that you just wanted here to spend my hard-earned gold..." He lifted a bottle to his lips and took a long sip.
"Oh no," she though... "...not again... please, Sigmar, spare me from this..." But Sigmar must have been elsewhere at the time, as he did not answer to her prayer. First hit landed again after serious insulting, and she fell on the bed, lying still again.
"It's your fault that Ada is not alive anymore... YOUR fault!" Second hit... Emilia only felt sadness of his accusations, she didn't have anything to do with mother's death... But suddenly she snapped back to full awareness. Jaroslav ripped her dress open, and then her underclothing too. She didn't know what was going on until he started to open his pants.
"Father, no! Please, donmmmfff!" She couldn't finish before he slapped his big hand over her mouth.
"Your fault, stupid bitch... Shut up now..."
Emilia felt new kind of pain as her father raped her. Even after he had stopped all she could do was to lie naked on the bed, staring at the wall. Night came with nightmares even when she was awake. Next days were only a confused blur on her memory. She only recalled her father shouting at her, and intense feeling of sickness, as if her stomach were turned around. Nothing was same anymore. She didn't even have courage to speak aloud, acting as if she was a slave for her father. During next weeks, he abused her many, many times more. Every time memories and feelings pushing ever deeper. One morning she noticed that her stomach had grown. It was weird, because she had eaten so little in last few months. In the following months it became apparent that she was expecting her own sibling, and when the time finally came, she became a mother of her own little brother. He was named Hamild, then. After that it was peaceful period when little one grew and Jaroslav let them both be. He only provided food for Emilia. During that period, she dared to let her feelings come back a bit, starting to enjoy her motherhood despite the fact that Hamild was also her brother.
But then, after two years, Jaroslav came home drunken again, hitting her straight to the face as greeting. Something snapped in her mind, and she ran out, to the woods even that she knew that night would fall soon, and forests around Sternburg were home to somewhat large population of beastmen, strange beast and human hybrids who served the dark gods of the north. Nevertheless, she followed the path for a while, younger brother's scared yelling fading soon as she continued, off from the path, to the deeper wood... Deeper, deeper, deeper... She didn't even know where she was running to, she just had to get away. Her tears sparkled in the pale moonlight, she just couldn't make them stop. At some point, she was sure she heard sounds of cloven hooves following him, but she didn't see anything. That gave even more endurance to run away, far away... Until her legs couldn't go on anymore and she fell.
Tarina eräästä tytöstä. (Enklantia)
Tarina eräästä tytöstä. (Enklantia)
Don't feel betrayed by life; only thing it ever promised is death.
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High king Godric
- Viestit: 422
- Liittynyt: Su 25.05.2003 11:25
- Paikkakunta: Espoo
Kakkososa.
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Haunted Past
It was silent in the wooden home. Fire in the fireplace had long since died out, and strong stentch of old alcohol filled the air. Jaroslav moaned for his aching head and rose from the floor where he had passed out. House was empty now, as Hamild was in the care of neighbour. Jaroslav had visited next village for new hammer for his smithy, and had decided that it was a good time to spend some of the hard-earned gold and got drunk. Some faint memory about paid woman lingered in his mind, but he dismissed it. He was not that kind of man, no. Soon, it would be time to go and get Hamild back. What a fine boy he had turned to be, everything he had ever wished. It was a pity that Emilia wasn't born boy, but he had loved her nevertheless. It was inexcusable that she had ran away from him then, after all he had done for the girl. Gave home, clothes, food, love... And then she just runs away. It saddened and enraged him in the same time. But no matter now. Nine years had gone past since she left, and after first two he didn't even think she was alive anymore. Past was past and that should be forgotten...
But some things remain, no matter how deep they are buried...
"Jaroslav, lead your men to the left flank of the enemy."
"Yes, sir! Forward, march!" Jaroslav snapped his spear in place better for marching. This was great battle indeed, and it was time for the sons of Kislev to show what they were made of. They have sweeped southwards from the north under the name of Engra Deathsword, and now they were in the gates of Praag. Every single man was determined to stop their advance in this place. They knew the enemy. They knew the forces of the Dark Gods of north, but they were not undefeatable, they had already done it many times while protecting villages from random raids. The sky had darkened already for the night, and strange, chilly wind had began to blow but still the defenders arrayed for the battle. According to the orders, Jaroslav led his unit, twenty strong men, to the left flank of the battle line. With them, several units of soldiers followed. It became to the worst part of fighting - waiting. From the distance, they could hear marching of their enemy drawing closer. Then the deafening boom of cannons spitting their lethal load forward, some hitting home and rewarding the crew with screams of death.
"Left flank, forward!" Order has been given, and soldiers carried them out without hesitation. Jaroslav felt his heartbeat growing faster, as the anticipation built up and heat of battle started to warm him up. His unit was the first one to get contatct with enemy, and immediately they charged the barbarians of the north, who took their assault and answered with equal passion. Initial clash resulted in many barbarian corpses, and none of friends. This was going to be just as routine as before. But veterans didn't lax out, but continued to press on until the barbarian block broke and turned tail to flee. As Jaroslav's men were just began, they easily caught poor men and hacked them down. This, however, gave opportunity to attack for the monstrosity right from the nightmares. It was hard to tell how this taller-than-man -thing moved, but still it did so, and directly for the unit of Jaroslav's. Sheer terror assailed with the scything claws of the beast, but despite losing two right out, these men held to hit it back.
"Don't let its looks spook you! Kill it, it already bleeds!", Jaroslav yelled to his men, who did their best, but found it hard to injure this creature severely. They did, however, manage to stay away from it's claws, so it didn't get to draw any more blood of the Imperial might. Just as the things with the beast started to look good, something hitted the nearby friendly unit of spearmen. Five mounted knights with dark, impossibly heavy-looking armour. Jaroslav didn't have time or chance to follow how they fared, but it soon became clear that those knights slayed almost every man in the unit, and ran down the rest. Then they turned their mighty horses towards Jaroslav and his men.
"Right side, ready yourself!" Altough they had already seen those knights, and readied themselves for them, still it turned to bloodbath. Only five knights. But still they killed seven with their first assault, crashing through and shrugging off the spears as if they were only sticks. Each blow from their weapons sent a spray of blood to the air, every single sweep killing a man. Suddenly the battle turned to chaos for the Jaroslav. His men dropping their weapons and starting to run, only to be killed with a strike to the back. The beast ripped Jaroslav's abdomen open, leaving him bleeding to the ground. There was nothing he could do anymore. Nothing. Only to let the darkness come...
Later Jaroslav snapped back to consciousness with the intense agony. Bleeding had stopped, but he was very, very weak. To make things worse, he was lying in the blood-soaked grass in the middle of chopped corpses of friends. It was his luck that he woke during the night, so he could slip away to heal. But night also revealed greater horror to him. Praag was burning. Forces of Dark Gods have broke through and were sacking the city as he watched...
Jaroslav took support from his home's wooden wall, and it helped him to regain control. He was all white, sweating and clutching his abdomen with other hand. Almost instictively eyes scanned for the bottle of alcohol, which was then took to the lips. Bitter liquid helped him to relax, and easied the hangover as well. A bit more he took and headed out to get Hamild back home, still shaking a bit. Hamild would some day be great warrior. He had already made fine sword for him, and started to train the boy. It was hard days for him, to make food, work in smithy and train him in the same time now that Emilia was gone and Ada killed. He never caught her murderer, but he would. He had the feeling about it. Someone who hated him so much to break in while he slept and beat her wife to death. That would not go unpunished. But now, it was another day... And another sip from the bottle... Soon he would give Hamild a lesson on swordsplay again. He had already learned to be silent and disciplined. That was good. One more sip before knocking on his neighbours door...
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Haunted Past
It was silent in the wooden home. Fire in the fireplace had long since died out, and strong stentch of old alcohol filled the air. Jaroslav moaned for his aching head and rose from the floor where he had passed out. House was empty now, as Hamild was in the care of neighbour. Jaroslav had visited next village for new hammer for his smithy, and had decided that it was a good time to spend some of the hard-earned gold and got drunk. Some faint memory about paid woman lingered in his mind, but he dismissed it. He was not that kind of man, no. Soon, it would be time to go and get Hamild back. What a fine boy he had turned to be, everything he had ever wished. It was a pity that Emilia wasn't born boy, but he had loved her nevertheless. It was inexcusable that she had ran away from him then, after all he had done for the girl. Gave home, clothes, food, love... And then she just runs away. It saddened and enraged him in the same time. But no matter now. Nine years had gone past since she left, and after first two he didn't even think she was alive anymore. Past was past and that should be forgotten...
But some things remain, no matter how deep they are buried...
"Jaroslav, lead your men to the left flank of the enemy."
"Yes, sir! Forward, march!" Jaroslav snapped his spear in place better for marching. This was great battle indeed, and it was time for the sons of Kislev to show what they were made of. They have sweeped southwards from the north under the name of Engra Deathsword, and now they were in the gates of Praag. Every single man was determined to stop their advance in this place. They knew the enemy. They knew the forces of the Dark Gods of north, but they were not undefeatable, they had already done it many times while protecting villages from random raids. The sky had darkened already for the night, and strange, chilly wind had began to blow but still the defenders arrayed for the battle. According to the orders, Jaroslav led his unit, twenty strong men, to the left flank of the battle line. With them, several units of soldiers followed. It became to the worst part of fighting - waiting. From the distance, they could hear marching of their enemy drawing closer. Then the deafening boom of cannons spitting their lethal load forward, some hitting home and rewarding the crew with screams of death.
"Left flank, forward!" Order has been given, and soldiers carried them out without hesitation. Jaroslav felt his heartbeat growing faster, as the anticipation built up and heat of battle started to warm him up. His unit was the first one to get contatct with enemy, and immediately they charged the barbarians of the north, who took their assault and answered with equal passion. Initial clash resulted in many barbarian corpses, and none of friends. This was going to be just as routine as before. But veterans didn't lax out, but continued to press on until the barbarian block broke and turned tail to flee. As Jaroslav's men were just began, they easily caught poor men and hacked them down. This, however, gave opportunity to attack for the monstrosity right from the nightmares. It was hard to tell how this taller-than-man -thing moved, but still it did so, and directly for the unit of Jaroslav's. Sheer terror assailed with the scything claws of the beast, but despite losing two right out, these men held to hit it back.
"Don't let its looks spook you! Kill it, it already bleeds!", Jaroslav yelled to his men, who did their best, but found it hard to injure this creature severely. They did, however, manage to stay away from it's claws, so it didn't get to draw any more blood of the Imperial might. Just as the things with the beast started to look good, something hitted the nearby friendly unit of spearmen. Five mounted knights with dark, impossibly heavy-looking armour. Jaroslav didn't have time or chance to follow how they fared, but it soon became clear that those knights slayed almost every man in the unit, and ran down the rest. Then they turned their mighty horses towards Jaroslav and his men.
"Right side, ready yourself!" Altough they had already seen those knights, and readied themselves for them, still it turned to bloodbath. Only five knights. But still they killed seven with their first assault, crashing through and shrugging off the spears as if they were only sticks. Each blow from their weapons sent a spray of blood to the air, every single sweep killing a man. Suddenly the battle turned to chaos for the Jaroslav. His men dropping their weapons and starting to run, only to be killed with a strike to the back. The beast ripped Jaroslav's abdomen open, leaving him bleeding to the ground. There was nothing he could do anymore. Nothing. Only to let the darkness come...
Later Jaroslav snapped back to consciousness with the intense agony. Bleeding had stopped, but he was very, very weak. To make things worse, he was lying in the blood-soaked grass in the middle of chopped corpses of friends. It was his luck that he woke during the night, so he could slip away to heal. But night also revealed greater horror to him. Praag was burning. Forces of Dark Gods have broke through and were sacking the city as he watched...
Jaroslav took support from his home's wooden wall, and it helped him to regain control. He was all white, sweating and clutching his abdomen with other hand. Almost instictively eyes scanned for the bottle of alcohol, which was then took to the lips. Bitter liquid helped him to relax, and easied the hangover as well. A bit more he took and headed out to get Hamild back home, still shaking a bit. Hamild would some day be great warrior. He had already made fine sword for him, and started to train the boy. It was hard days for him, to make food, work in smithy and train him in the same time now that Emilia was gone and Ada killed. He never caught her murderer, but he would. He had the feeling about it. Someone who hated him so much to break in while he slept and beat her wife to death. That would not go unpunished. But now, it was another day... And another sip from the bottle... Soon he would give Hamild a lesson on swordsplay again. He had already learned to be silent and disciplined. That was good. One more sip before knocking on his neighbours door...
Don't feel betrayed by life; only thing it ever promised is death.
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High king Godric
- Viestit: 422
- Liittynyt: Su 25.05.2003 11:25
- Paikkakunta: Espoo
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Walloittaja
- Viestit: 354
- Liittynyt: Ma 28.04.2003 18:00
- Paikkakunta: Helsinki
- Viesti:
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Walloittaja
- Viestit: 354
- Liittynyt: Ma 28.04.2003 18:00
- Paikkakunta: Helsinki
- Viesti:
Njuu, en olekkaan sitten ihan täysin hulluksi tullut.. (kai) mutta hyviä ovat joka tapauksessa. Kuhan kerkiät/jaksat niin kirjoitappa lisää.Univarjo kirjoitti:Walloittaja, pitää paikkansa. Myös sinne Dransikin rp-laudalle olen nämä laittanut.
Mä voisin ihan hyvin pelata noita Harpyjoita vaikka niillä ei ois yhtään attackia! (c) Nazreg
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Zymeth Salkir Dkhan
- Viestit: 1750
- Liittynyt: Pe 05.07.2002 00:12
- Paikkakunta: Turku