Dusksinger stories 8.
Sept 19, 2003 7:58:29 GMT -5
Post by Elatan on Sept 19, 2003 7:58:29 GMT -5
Dusksinger meets Akairis
( This one too long for one thread ( 10,000 is max here )
Greetings dear peoples, Let me tell you how I met Akairis.
I was sitting in the shade of a great oak just outside Haggerfell watching the last rays of the sun playing in the leaves when I noticed a small shade creeping in on me.
I smiled for myself. Whoever this was it wasn’t a very wise person since he thought he could sneak in on me like that. I heard him and saw him very clearly as he obviously did not realize he had the low Sun behind him.
Hmm, I desided to play along and pretended I had not seen him but secretly I followed every movement he made and prepared myself.
When the shadow was close enough it jumped at me but in the same second it made its move I rolled left, grabbed my axes, turned as it fell to the ground and I hammered my knee into its stomach and let both axes seek the head of the shadow.
In the last splitsecond, just before the hard steel would clove the head I turned them outside and the axes ate dirt instead.
This was not a beast or some enemy. It was a girl. It was a young Kobold girl. She crumpled, gasping for air. She was just a kid, a kid with red hair, dressed in green and blue and she looked at me with scared green/bluish eyes.
I was afraid I had hurt her badly but I was also angry and I probably yelled a bit too hard at her.
WHAT the HELL are you thinking about girl, I could have killed you, you FOOL. Sneak up on me like that.
I am sorry she studdered out I did not knew you would be so angry, I did not meant to frighten you. I just wanted to train my skills.
You did not frighten me you young fool, I have been watching you lurking around the last 5 minutes.
You have ? You should not be able to see me. I do not believe you, I am a great Shadowblade and a fantastic stealther.
I leaned back and loosened my grip on her. Pff girl, where have you been all your life ? Dont you know a thing ? You are a Kobolt, a young one and I am way to old to get trapped like that. Anyone just a little warhardened could look right through your stealth. You better be glad it was not an Albion or Hibernian you tried that little trick on or you would most likely have been dead now. Despite your pretty looks. Well maybe they would just take you away to their land as a nice little souvenir.
Albions ? Hibernians ? Have you met such creatures ? I mean I would really like to meet some of those. I would sneak up upon them and - Switzz, slit - Cut their throats.
Ohh so you would like that little girl. Hmm dont be so hasty, your wish may come true before you know it. Lets just hope you survive to tell. But now tell me who you are, where are you from and what brings you here to Dusksingers place of rest. I am Dusksinger, Berserker and storyteller, born in Vasudheim by the sea a very long time ago.
The Kobold-girl sat up and brushed the dirt from her clothe. My name is Akairis and I come from Aegirshamn. Well I think I come from there. As you probably know us Kobolds do not always know where we come to life. But I woke up near the sea on shores of Aegirshamn. I have lately been thinking I maybe was born in the sea because I remember waves and voices of the sea.”
And you are Dusksinger the Storyteller ? I have heard your name mentioned from my long walks to this place. Have you been in many battles ? have you killed many albions or hibernians ? Are you a great warrior and commander ? Where can I met the Midgardian Army ? May I travel with you there ? how come you look as you do ? Do you have some food ? can I borrow one of you axes ? May I..
Hey hey stop all those questions young lady. No I am not a great battlecommander even I have slayin some enemies. The Midgardian army departs mostly from Svasud Faste and you may NOT follow me there, you are still too young. You my also neither borrow any of my axes. But I do have some food to spare if that can close your mouth for awhile.
So now you are quit. As said I can tell you a tale or two. About the fall of great Tarasberg, of our divine forefathers, maybe of of some of the brave heroes that once lived in our land or maybe a story about one of our great leaders. Perhaps you just want a piece of poetry or a song ?
I want to hear them all, stories and songs but how come you are dressed like a mighty warrior if you just are a storyteller ? wearing that glowing armor. You think I can have a such one day ? and why do you wear those black gloves while the rest is blue and bright orange ?
You got so many questions young maid but well; the blue is for the evening and the dark shade benieth the trees while the glowing orange is for the last rays of the Sun playing through the leaves in the evening and hence my name. The black gloves I am wearing is to honor my lost and found brother Soromaar who also wear these kind of gloves. I am not just a storyteller but also a warrior in the Midgardian army and thus why I wear armor but in time of peace I do what I like which often is to sit here and sing for those who fancy listening.
This is how I came to know Akairis. During the weeks and months she often came back to hear a story or tell of her latest adventures. Many hours have I spend with her in the late evenings outside Haggerfell and I came to like her, her endless questions, her eager to learn and her always happy mood.
One thing I also learned about Akairis was she had a daring mind. She wished she was older and I would show her where the army of Midgard left to battle. She loved the stories of Ardamel leading Midgard to the capture of our relics and how Guten, Urme, Kod, Kalba ( just to mention a few ) and all the other famous warriors did marvelous dids in the frontiers. Excpesially she always became extreemely interested when I told about Mirak and my brother Soromaar who were of the same order as her. If I had known what it would lead her to do I would never had told her all that.
But despite her youth Akairis were pretty good with a sword and she hit hard with it. She could some tricks unknown to me. Where and how she had learned them I do not know but obviously she had a talent but she surely were no master, atleast not yet but maybe in time she could be.
For many month Akairis and I had our encounters there under the oak but after nearly a year had passed by she did not come around anymore. First I did not think much about it, she had at times been away for a couple weeks going her own way and then she came back and told me what she had been up to. Quite often with scrathces, dirty and hungry but also with a fantastic history I never knew if it was the real truth or brushed up with her fantasy. But they were never boring.
But this time she had been away for four whole weeks and I began to be a little concerned and was wondering where and what she was doing. So I began to ask around if any had seen her or heard anything but no one could tell me where she had gone. Untill five days later when I accidently but luckily ran into an old friend, Korgano. He is a big, old and fat troll but one of the kind ones, not one of these crumpy ones who chases people away with their looks and speech and smell and hard hands.
Continue in Dusksinger stories 8.1
( This one too long for one thread ( 10,000 is max here )
Greetings dear peoples, Let me tell you how I met Akairis.
I was sitting in the shade of a great oak just outside Haggerfell watching the last rays of the sun playing in the leaves when I noticed a small shade creeping in on me.
I smiled for myself. Whoever this was it wasn’t a very wise person since he thought he could sneak in on me like that. I heard him and saw him very clearly as he obviously did not realize he had the low Sun behind him.
Hmm, I desided to play along and pretended I had not seen him but secretly I followed every movement he made and prepared myself.
When the shadow was close enough it jumped at me but in the same second it made its move I rolled left, grabbed my axes, turned as it fell to the ground and I hammered my knee into its stomach and let both axes seek the head of the shadow.
In the last splitsecond, just before the hard steel would clove the head I turned them outside and the axes ate dirt instead.
This was not a beast or some enemy. It was a girl. It was a young Kobold girl. She crumpled, gasping for air. She was just a kid, a kid with red hair, dressed in green and blue and she looked at me with scared green/bluish eyes.
I was afraid I had hurt her badly but I was also angry and I probably yelled a bit too hard at her.
WHAT the HELL are you thinking about girl, I could have killed you, you FOOL. Sneak up on me like that.
I am sorry she studdered out I did not knew you would be so angry, I did not meant to frighten you. I just wanted to train my skills.
You did not frighten me you young fool, I have been watching you lurking around the last 5 minutes.
You have ? You should not be able to see me. I do not believe you, I am a great Shadowblade and a fantastic stealther.
I leaned back and loosened my grip on her. Pff girl, where have you been all your life ? Dont you know a thing ? You are a Kobolt, a young one and I am way to old to get trapped like that. Anyone just a little warhardened could look right through your stealth. You better be glad it was not an Albion or Hibernian you tried that little trick on or you would most likely have been dead now. Despite your pretty looks. Well maybe they would just take you away to their land as a nice little souvenir.
Albions ? Hibernians ? Have you met such creatures ? I mean I would really like to meet some of those. I would sneak up upon them and - Switzz, slit - Cut their throats.
Ohh so you would like that little girl. Hmm dont be so hasty, your wish may come true before you know it. Lets just hope you survive to tell. But now tell me who you are, where are you from and what brings you here to Dusksingers place of rest. I am Dusksinger, Berserker and storyteller, born in Vasudheim by the sea a very long time ago.
The Kobold-girl sat up and brushed the dirt from her clothe. My name is Akairis and I come from Aegirshamn. Well I think I come from there. As you probably know us Kobolds do not always know where we come to life. But I woke up near the sea on shores of Aegirshamn. I have lately been thinking I maybe was born in the sea because I remember waves and voices of the sea.”
And you are Dusksinger the Storyteller ? I have heard your name mentioned from my long walks to this place. Have you been in many battles ? have you killed many albions or hibernians ? Are you a great warrior and commander ? Where can I met the Midgardian Army ? May I travel with you there ? how come you look as you do ? Do you have some food ? can I borrow one of you axes ? May I..
Hey hey stop all those questions young lady. No I am not a great battlecommander even I have slayin some enemies. The Midgardian army departs mostly from Svasud Faste and you may NOT follow me there, you are still too young. You my also neither borrow any of my axes. But I do have some food to spare if that can close your mouth for awhile.
So now you are quit. As said I can tell you a tale or two. About the fall of great Tarasberg, of our divine forefathers, maybe of of some of the brave heroes that once lived in our land or maybe a story about one of our great leaders. Perhaps you just want a piece of poetry or a song ?
I want to hear them all, stories and songs but how come you are dressed like a mighty warrior if you just are a storyteller ? wearing that glowing armor. You think I can have a such one day ? and why do you wear those black gloves while the rest is blue and bright orange ?
You got so many questions young maid but well; the blue is for the evening and the dark shade benieth the trees while the glowing orange is for the last rays of the Sun playing through the leaves in the evening and hence my name. The black gloves I am wearing is to honor my lost and found brother Soromaar who also wear these kind of gloves. I am not just a storyteller but also a warrior in the Midgardian army and thus why I wear armor but in time of peace I do what I like which often is to sit here and sing for those who fancy listening.
This is how I came to know Akairis. During the weeks and months she often came back to hear a story or tell of her latest adventures. Many hours have I spend with her in the late evenings outside Haggerfell and I came to like her, her endless questions, her eager to learn and her always happy mood.
One thing I also learned about Akairis was she had a daring mind. She wished she was older and I would show her where the army of Midgard left to battle. She loved the stories of Ardamel leading Midgard to the capture of our relics and how Guten, Urme, Kod, Kalba ( just to mention a few ) and all the other famous warriors did marvelous dids in the frontiers. Excpesially she always became extreemely interested when I told about Mirak and my brother Soromaar who were of the same order as her. If I had known what it would lead her to do I would never had told her all that.
But despite her youth Akairis were pretty good with a sword and she hit hard with it. She could some tricks unknown to me. Where and how she had learned them I do not know but obviously she had a talent but she surely were no master, atleast not yet but maybe in time she could be.
For many month Akairis and I had our encounters there under the oak but after nearly a year had passed by she did not come around anymore. First I did not think much about it, she had at times been away for a couple weeks going her own way and then she came back and told me what she had been up to. Quite often with scrathces, dirty and hungry but also with a fantastic history I never knew if it was the real truth or brushed up with her fantasy. But they were never boring.
But this time she had been away for four whole weeks and I began to be a little concerned and was wondering where and what she was doing. So I began to ask around if any had seen her or heard anything but no one could tell me where she had gone. Untill five days later when I accidently but luckily ran into an old friend, Korgano. He is a big, old and fat troll but one of the kind ones, not one of these crumpy ones who chases people away with their looks and speech and smell and hard hands.
Continue in Dusksinger stories 8.1