FB: Nimeämättömän kirjan Chapter 1 alku. Yhä englanniksi.
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Eli tämä on kirjani ensimmäisen chapterin alku. Jatkoa siis tälle http://forums.sotavasara.net/viewtopic.php?t=22130
Eli ensimmäisen chapterin alku on tässä. Ja samalla suurin osa siitä mitä olen kirjoittanut. Eli kommentoikaa sisältöä ihan vapaasti ja mitä odotatte tulevalta, jos nyt jotain odotatte?
Nyt itse asiaan.
______________Chapter 1: Start of the journey________________
The wind was blowing harder and harder on each step closer to Black Fire Pass, you could even feel the sand from Khemri desert in the mountain air. At the same time a strange man covered in blood, staggered his way on Black Mountains making his way to Black Fire Pass. This man was carrying two swords on his belt, one long one probably a katana and above it was shorter one wakizashi. He was wearing full plate armour and black cape that lasted from head to toes. His knuckles were covered in blood, he had swallowed right eye and he looked outworn. This beaten man was Mildred Braincraft. He had just had a tight battle against the Vault guards, as he escaped from slavery. And now he has dwelled through mountains, to see the Blighted Towers. And from there he had no idea where to go. But now, he had finally arrived at Black Fire Pass. It really was like port to chaos. As the wind whirled between the mountains, and you could almost hear it whisper: “Come to chaos, come to me.” Mildred looked to each side of pass, and said in low tune: “Only the bravest humans could walk through this pass, but even the weakest demon will make its way through this pass in his lifetime without a single piece of fear in his mind.”
Suddenly, there was a crackling noise behind him. As Mildred looked over his shoulder, he could see something, he wasn’t sure what it was. But he knew for sure that if he didn’t kill it fast, he would be in great trouble. As the orc scout turned his back, being ready to run he heard a strange noise. As he looked back, he saw nothing. Not a single living creature. Only thing that got even close was an old scorched rock that had fallen from mountains, many miles above. Then without any warning he felt massive pain as his arm ripped of from it body, by the sharp blade of katana.
It felt like dipping open wound to sandbox, a burning pain inside his green skin, under the thick blood and flesh. Then before he could notice his body was lying on ground, without making a single move, dead as a rock. The green blood covered Mildred’s katana, as he wiped the blade with piece of his cape. He turned his head towards open end, and started to walk into direction the wind blew from.
As night passed, day turned to another Mildred had almost achieved the Blighted Towers. In horizon you could see them wavering around with the wind. As he put one feet ahead another, the dust and sand landed softly on the air, under his rusty steel boots. This was why he had travelled here, to see these great towers. Ancient miracles, built to be worshipped by ancient creatures. They hold great magic, and Mildred thought that if he had good luck he might find someone wise enough to tell him about this world. As he reached the great towers, he took out his water bottle and washed his face from swat that sun and travelling had brought to surface of his face. He looked up to three great towers, and was amused by the size of those. He walked to big wooden door, that had big crack on it. He raised his fist and knocked on door, no answer in few minutes. He tried the others too, but same result. So he decided to have a look. As the doors were locked, he had to use force to get in. The door let big “CRAAK” as Mildred’s boot flew through the door. It seemed to be rotten, and it was straight luck that his knock hadn’t broken the door. From inside the tower didn’t look any better than it did from outside. Walls covered from old paintings that probably should have been paintings of great gods. As it still was warm, Mildred decided to have a nap after days of travelling. He took his cape and placed it on the floor covered in dust, and placed his sack of golden coins as pillow. He fell asleep.
As morning sun rise, Mildred woke up as light blighted from the holes between the tiles in tower wall. Now he had to move on, if he wanted to visit all the towers in one day. Mildred stood up as his cape drifted on the floor. He moved his gaze to tower stairway, it looked massive and impressive. He moved his right leg, and stepped to stairway as his words:” This is no stairway to heaven.” were heard everywhere in the tower. He firmly stepped to first floor, and watched around him. There were some rusted steel plates and swords hanging on wall, right under the ceiling. As Mildred walked through the passage, he spotted a shadow; not his own and not from any furniture it was someone! As he started to run towards the shadow, shadow lurked away. At the stairway Mildred saw the man heavily fall. Mildred ran to help, as he got there he realized that the shadow was shadow of an old man. “Hello, my name is Mildred Braincraft. May I help you sir?” said Mildred. And before he could blink an eye, the man was standing and saying: “No thank you, but you might want to come with me to my place up there. You look tired, and maybe you need some lunch eh?” “Yes, definitely. Thanks, so you live here?” Mildred answered. As they walked the stairs the old man said in friendly voice: “Yes I do, I have been here since I left my people. But now come I tell you everything when we get up.”
As they got up, Mildred understood that the old man had lived royal kind of life. There were big beds ready for anyone to sleep in it. And on the other side of room there was old box having its golden corners shining, Mildred had a small moment to think what there was until he was disturbed by the voice of the old man:” Aah, I see you noticed that box. I got from old friend of mine. My friend, who is now sleeping eternal dream. It is only full of firearms and cannonballs and such, and some old knightly equipment. Now days I have no use for it.”
For that Mildred found it surprisingly interesting. “I dare to ask, but. May I have one of those pistols? I have seen them in battle, and I’d like to have one of my own.”
“So, you want to have one of those pistols. Why not, but promise me. That you stay here for some time and let me train you use it. Cause otherwise you could lose your leg in heat of battle.” Said the old man. By the way, my name is Steward Nuln.”
“I would be grateful mister Nuln. NULN?! Are you from THE Nuln family??”
“So you have heard about my family. Yes I am from the family that founded the gunpowder and created the firearms. Yes, and that’s why I’d like to teach you. As my people didn’t want to listen the “‘old man”. So come along, go to bed. We start right at the morning.”
As the morning sun rose, Mildred was looking out of the tower window. As wind softly curled in his face, he looked down from window. He saw nicely prepared training area, some kind of plates put to represent targets. And tables that probably had guns on them, ready just for him. Mildred’s thinking was intercepted by Stewards hauling voice: “Time to start training youngster, get your fat ass over here!” “I’m coming down right now!” Shouted Mildred back to Steward, though he had already vanished outside.
Mildred took his cape from the chair and started to run down the stairs. The stairs were old and they felt extremely dangerous, like they were ready to fall at each step you take. In truth those stairs would probably last even if a giant were jumping on them. As Mildred finally got down, he walked outside and had a big breath. This was big step for him, he was about to learn one of the most difficult way of fighting. And he would learn to make his enemies suffer great pain, and the worst thing was. He couldn’t wait to do that.
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“Hurry up and come here! We can’t wait all the year you know!” Said Stewards as Mildred marched to training field. “Now look, this is the weapon you are going use in near future. It is battle pistol mark II. It can pierce three full plate armours in row, and it would blow your head to one hundred and one pieces. Any questions this far?” Said Steward as he hold great looking firearm at his hands. The pistol was about a 10 inches wide, and it had golden decorations on its both sides. In fact it was really similar to those that old pirates used at Tilea. Yeah, as his old man. Great man of honour, who died in the claws on bestigors that ambushed his and his companions’ caravan. As his greedy “friends” had nothing else to think than the box of golden coins.
Mildred’s dreaming was intercepted by Stewards teaching voice: “Now see, to reload a weapon like this one. Just put the gunpowder and the bullet to barrel. Just like this. And after you have done that just pull the hammer back. And now only thing you have to do is, to have a good look to crosshair and pull the trigger.” Steward’s words vanished into air as loudly BOOM came out of the gun, as the bullet flew through the air and finally it hit the full plate armour put to stand on the centre of the field. The bullet crushed the helmet and flew some metres before it struck on the ground. As for the helmet, it had a massive hole right between the eyes, or where the eyes would have been. It looked like someone had put sword through it and twisted the blade in it.
As Mildred was looking the helmet fascinated. Steward said in gently tune: “Now you have a try.”
Mildred took the pistol from Steward and the bullet and the gunpowder from the table next to him.
He reloaded the pistol as he saw Steward do, and pulled the hammer back. Now he had a good look on the crosshair. He aimed right into chest, holding two hands on the pistol and keeping one eye closed. As he had gathered his will and strength he pulled the trigger. Mildred could never had thought that the pistol would kick that much. Although Mildred was a big and strong man, he felled backwards. How could he imagine that a weapon that old man uses with one hand, could have that much power? Mildred got his feet and looked to the armour. He saw that its left hand was ripped of from the shoulder. As Mildred looked the armour with great concentration Steward grinned and said sarcastically: “Nice shot, although I don’t think that’s what you meant to do.”
Eli ensimmäisen chapterin alku on tässä. Ja samalla suurin osa siitä mitä olen kirjoittanut. Eli kommentoikaa sisältöä ihan vapaasti ja mitä odotatte tulevalta, jos nyt jotain odotatte?
Nyt itse asiaan.
______________Chapter 1: Start of the journey________________
The wind was blowing harder and harder on each step closer to Black Fire Pass, you could even feel the sand from Khemri desert in the mountain air. At the same time a strange man covered in blood, staggered his way on Black Mountains making his way to Black Fire Pass. This man was carrying two swords on his belt, one long one probably a katana and above it was shorter one wakizashi. He was wearing full plate armour and black cape that lasted from head to toes. His knuckles were covered in blood, he had swallowed right eye and he looked outworn. This beaten man was Mildred Braincraft. He had just had a tight battle against the Vault guards, as he escaped from slavery. And now he has dwelled through mountains, to see the Blighted Towers. And from there he had no idea where to go. But now, he had finally arrived at Black Fire Pass. It really was like port to chaos. As the wind whirled between the mountains, and you could almost hear it whisper: “Come to chaos, come to me.” Mildred looked to each side of pass, and said in low tune: “Only the bravest humans could walk through this pass, but even the weakest demon will make its way through this pass in his lifetime without a single piece of fear in his mind.”
Suddenly, there was a crackling noise behind him. As Mildred looked over his shoulder, he could see something, he wasn’t sure what it was. But he knew for sure that if he didn’t kill it fast, he would be in great trouble. As the orc scout turned his back, being ready to run he heard a strange noise. As he looked back, he saw nothing. Not a single living creature. Only thing that got even close was an old scorched rock that had fallen from mountains, many miles above. Then without any warning he felt massive pain as his arm ripped of from it body, by the sharp blade of katana.
It felt like dipping open wound to sandbox, a burning pain inside his green skin, under the thick blood and flesh. Then before he could notice his body was lying on ground, without making a single move, dead as a rock. The green blood covered Mildred’s katana, as he wiped the blade with piece of his cape. He turned his head towards open end, and started to walk into direction the wind blew from.
As night passed, day turned to another Mildred had almost achieved the Blighted Towers. In horizon you could see them wavering around with the wind. As he put one feet ahead another, the dust and sand landed softly on the air, under his rusty steel boots. This was why he had travelled here, to see these great towers. Ancient miracles, built to be worshipped by ancient creatures. They hold great magic, and Mildred thought that if he had good luck he might find someone wise enough to tell him about this world. As he reached the great towers, he took out his water bottle and washed his face from swat that sun and travelling had brought to surface of his face. He looked up to three great towers, and was amused by the size of those. He walked to big wooden door, that had big crack on it. He raised his fist and knocked on door, no answer in few minutes. He tried the others too, but same result. So he decided to have a look. As the doors were locked, he had to use force to get in. The door let big “CRAAK” as Mildred’s boot flew through the door. It seemed to be rotten, and it was straight luck that his knock hadn’t broken the door. From inside the tower didn’t look any better than it did from outside. Walls covered from old paintings that probably should have been paintings of great gods. As it still was warm, Mildred decided to have a nap after days of travelling. He took his cape and placed it on the floor covered in dust, and placed his sack of golden coins as pillow. He fell asleep.
As morning sun rise, Mildred woke up as light blighted from the holes between the tiles in tower wall. Now he had to move on, if he wanted to visit all the towers in one day. Mildred stood up as his cape drifted on the floor. He moved his gaze to tower stairway, it looked massive and impressive. He moved his right leg, and stepped to stairway as his words:” This is no stairway to heaven.” were heard everywhere in the tower. He firmly stepped to first floor, and watched around him. There were some rusted steel plates and swords hanging on wall, right under the ceiling. As Mildred walked through the passage, he spotted a shadow; not his own and not from any furniture it was someone! As he started to run towards the shadow, shadow lurked away. At the stairway Mildred saw the man heavily fall. Mildred ran to help, as he got there he realized that the shadow was shadow of an old man. “Hello, my name is Mildred Braincraft. May I help you sir?” said Mildred. And before he could blink an eye, the man was standing and saying: “No thank you, but you might want to come with me to my place up there. You look tired, and maybe you need some lunch eh?” “Yes, definitely. Thanks, so you live here?” Mildred answered. As they walked the stairs the old man said in friendly voice: “Yes I do, I have been here since I left my people. But now come I tell you everything when we get up.”
As they got up, Mildred understood that the old man had lived royal kind of life. There were big beds ready for anyone to sleep in it. And on the other side of room there was old box having its golden corners shining, Mildred had a small moment to think what there was until he was disturbed by the voice of the old man:” Aah, I see you noticed that box. I got from old friend of mine. My friend, who is now sleeping eternal dream. It is only full of firearms and cannonballs and such, and some old knightly equipment. Now days I have no use for it.”
For that Mildred found it surprisingly interesting. “I dare to ask, but. May I have one of those pistols? I have seen them in battle, and I’d like to have one of my own.”
“So, you want to have one of those pistols. Why not, but promise me. That you stay here for some time and let me train you use it. Cause otherwise you could lose your leg in heat of battle.” Said the old man. By the way, my name is Steward Nuln.”
“I would be grateful mister Nuln. NULN?! Are you from THE Nuln family??”
“So you have heard about my family. Yes I am from the family that founded the gunpowder and created the firearms. Yes, and that’s why I’d like to teach you. As my people didn’t want to listen the “‘old man”. So come along, go to bed. We start right at the morning.”
As the morning sun rose, Mildred was looking out of the tower window. As wind softly curled in his face, he looked down from window. He saw nicely prepared training area, some kind of plates put to represent targets. And tables that probably had guns on them, ready just for him. Mildred’s thinking was intercepted by Stewards hauling voice: “Time to start training youngster, get your fat ass over here!” “I’m coming down right now!” Shouted Mildred back to Steward, though he had already vanished outside.
Mildred took his cape from the chair and started to run down the stairs. The stairs were old and they felt extremely dangerous, like they were ready to fall at each step you take. In truth those stairs would probably last even if a giant were jumping on them. As Mildred finally got down, he walked outside and had a big breath. This was big step for him, he was about to learn one of the most difficult way of fighting. And he would learn to make his enemies suffer great pain, and the worst thing was. He couldn’t wait to do that.
----------------------------------Lisättyä alla------------------------------------
“Hurry up and come here! We can’t wait all the year you know!” Said Stewards as Mildred marched to training field. “Now look, this is the weapon you are going use in near future. It is battle pistol mark II. It can pierce three full plate armours in row, and it would blow your head to one hundred and one pieces. Any questions this far?” Said Steward as he hold great looking firearm at his hands. The pistol was about a 10 inches wide, and it had golden decorations on its both sides. In fact it was really similar to those that old pirates used at Tilea. Yeah, as his old man. Great man of honour, who died in the claws on bestigors that ambushed his and his companions’ caravan. As his greedy “friends” had nothing else to think than the box of golden coins.
Mildred’s dreaming was intercepted by Stewards teaching voice: “Now see, to reload a weapon like this one. Just put the gunpowder and the bullet to barrel. Just like this. And after you have done that just pull the hammer back. And now only thing you have to do is, to have a good look to crosshair and pull the trigger.” Steward’s words vanished into air as loudly BOOM came out of the gun, as the bullet flew through the air and finally it hit the full plate armour put to stand on the centre of the field. The bullet crushed the helmet and flew some metres before it struck on the ground. As for the helmet, it had a massive hole right between the eyes, or where the eyes would have been. It looked like someone had put sword through it and twisted the blade in it.
As Mildred was looking the helmet fascinated. Steward said in gently tune: “Now you have a try.”
Mildred took the pistol from Steward and the bullet and the gunpowder from the table next to him.
He reloaded the pistol as he saw Steward do, and pulled the hammer back. Now he had a good look on the crosshair. He aimed right into chest, holding two hands on the pistol and keeping one eye closed. As he had gathered his will and strength he pulled the trigger. Mildred could never had thought that the pistol would kick that much. Although Mildred was a big and strong man, he felled backwards. How could he imagine that a weapon that old man uses with one hand, could have that much power? Mildred got his feet and looked to the armour. He saw that its left hand was ripped of from the shoulder. As Mildred looked the armour with great concentration Steward grinned and said sarcastically: “Nice shot, although I don’t think that’s what you meant to do.”
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