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Post by Zorel on Dec 4, 2006 19:25:12 GMT -5
XD, when I have time, I'll finish up chapter four. I have most of chapter four.
CHPT 4 PREVIEW:
"Welcome kids, to Zorel's School, of Swords and Sorcery!" bellowed Zorel.
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Post by Loki on Dec 4, 2006 19:44:59 GMT -5
AWESMOMENESS!!!! Wait, if you are almost finished, then MULTITASK RIGHT NOW!!!! SUSPENSE IS TOO MUCH!!!! YOUR WRITING IS TOO TOTALLY AWESOME!!!
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Post by Zorel on Dec 4, 2006 19:52:20 GMT -5
XD, lets just say you find your power this chapter. MORE SUSPENSE
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Post by Loki on Dec 4, 2006 20:09:39 GMT -5
NO MORE SUSPENSE!!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!! *KILLS ZOREL* WAIT, THIS MEANS THERE WILL BE NO STORY AT ALL!!!! LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DOES CPR ON ZOREL, REVIVING HIM!* ;D
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Post by Loki on Dec 4, 2006 20:17:40 GMT -5
I think he meant my power Ktsed, so
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Post by Ktsed Vereq on Dec 4, 2006 20:20:33 GMT -5
I know. Read my story while you're waiting. (i g2g, we can finish that duel tomorrow)
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Post by Loki on Dec 4, 2006 20:34:44 GMT -5
I read chapter 2 and chapter 3, just not 4. I will do so now.
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Post by Zorel on Dec 6, 2006 15:45:10 GMT -5
Chapter Four Zorel laughed heartily as he watched the huge group of children running up to the Ălerd Town gate. He felt so wonderful knowing that he would be housing a school for so many kids for such a long time while they learned many great things. Among the group of kids were Makar, Sorik, Ktsed, Loki, and Adain. They came with Loki’s parents. “Oh I cannot wait!” cried Adain. “I’m so excited!” The other kids agreed happy, and they waited for the rest of the kids to show up for Zorel’s speech. The kids all brought their swords, so they decided to spar a bit while they waited. “Time to get a little payback for last time, Loki” Sorik chuckled. Loki gasped. “Not a chance, my friend,” and they started a clsh between swords. Makar laughed and did some messing around with Ktsed and Adain, but Loki and Sorik’s battle was fierce and intense. Sorik sidestepped a blow form Loki, and caught him off guard while knocking him over with his elbow. Loki slid along the ground and dodged Sorik’s sword attack, and came back with a leap onto Sorik’s back. Sorik flipped through the air, knocking Loki onto the ground on his head, and he moaned. Sorik twisted his blade a bit, loosening his wrist, then hit Loki’s back hard with the blunt edge of his blade. He merrily jumped over Loki, playing around and hitting him just to mess with him. Adain, being Loki’s brother, got aggravated of Loki’s beating and joined the fight, trying to hit Sorik. Sorik wheeled under Adain’s legs and brought his sword up to his buttocks, leaving him in much pain. “Ha ha, what a bocsh!” A small child of only half Sorik’s height stumbled near Sorik. “Hey mista, whass a bocsh?” Sorik blushed, “Oh, uh, I really shan’t tell you that little one.” Sorik said laughing vigorously. The little boy frowned. “Mista, momma told me it’s a bad word.” Sorik blushed even redder. “Why, yes it is…in fact, it’s so bad, that you shouldn’t know what it means; so run off, little one!” The little child laughed and ran off to his friends. Makar hit Sorik’s shoulder. “Slipped out of that one, didn’t ya?” The group of friends laughed aloud, as soon as Zorel began his speech. “Welcome, children. I would like to thank you all for coming. As you know, a brand new school known as Zorel’s School of Swords and Sorcery has recently been built, and shall open today! All of you children should be ready. You didn’t need to bring any materials, but if you did, that’s great! Okay, everyone, follow me!” The large group of children all followed behind Zorel, cheering and playing around. Sorik ended his spar with Loki, for Loki keeled over, feeling his devastatingly pained back. Adain was angered with Sorik for beating up on Loki so bad, and Makar and Ktsed talked of how wonderful the school would be. “Oh, it’s going to be amazing! We’ll be able to fight well, and use magic, and…oh I don’t even know!” Makar exclaimed. Ktsed agreed, “Yes, and I really cannot wait to learn the arts of Alchemy!” Makar was confused, “I thought you were interested in swordsmanship and learning the arts of magic. I never knew you were interested in alchemy,” Makar thought a moment, “Oh well, I’ll take alchemy too then! Hopefully we are in the same class!” “There’s only one alchemy course, Makar” Makar chuckled. “Oh yes, of course. I must have forgotten about that.” The walk seemed to continue many leagues, yet it was only two miles. The slow pace of the small children dragged on the walk, and Adain began to grow restless. “This is pathetic! Could we hurry up already? I’m so excited that I cannot take it any longer!” Sorik agreed, “Yes, it does seem to be taking a long time, doesn’t it? Oh well, just a more exciting experience I suppose!” It began to grow dark, for the group left near dusk. Zorel turned around merrily. “Oh yes, I suppose we shall stop for the night, then! How’s about a nice fire?” The children cheered in unison. “Okay, ready? ‘Nuxas!” An arrow of fire shot from Zorel’s hands, and hit a pile of wood. The children cheered, seeming very interested. “Okay, I’ll make more fires, just be patient. Then we can all talk and drink together!” A mother spoke up, “Sir! We did not bring any drink! How can we drink without anything to drink?” Zorel chuckled, “You underestimate the power of magic! First, I materialize an empty bottle---“ Zorel was stopped in the middle of a spell casting, for Sorik had already materialized three empty bottles full of wine. “Finished,” said Sorik, confused on how he had just done this amazing feat. “Great job, young one!” said Zorel, “I guess I’ll finish the fires…then we can drink!” The job of making fires was simple for Zorel, and the kids were amazed at Sorik’s feat. The fires and wine were drunk merrily and happily by the people of age, while the smaller children were busy drinking some juice. As the night dragged on, children and adults began falling asleep in cots or beds of leaves and grass. They snoozed, while Sorik and Makar stayed awake. “Makar, I really can’t sleep. Too much anxiety, ya’ know?” Makar nodded, “Yes, and I cannot sleep either Sorik. What shall we do to pass the time?” “Well, we could always head off the road and go explore the woods.” Sorik suggested. “Yes, let’s do that,” laughed Makar. Makar and Sorik leaped up and headed toward the woods. They packed their swords in case the worst would occur, and they entered the dark woods. They walked around, examining small insects and plants. They even dug a hole and found a neat stone, which they pocketed. As they grew tired and headed back to camp, they saw something stir in the woods. “What could that be?” asked Makar. Sorik frowned, “I haven’t an idea. C’mon, let’s check it out.” Sorik and Makar listened for noise, and heard sticks being cracked and leaves being rustled. They quietly walked toward the source of the noise, being careful not to be seen. They knelt down behind a bush and observed the commotion. They saw three men conversing. They were belted with long, heavy-looking blades, and bows strung along their backs. Their leather quivers were strapped on their left hip, and were filled high to the rim in pointed, wooden arrows. Their faces were grim and dark, and were serious and determined. Their eyes focused on something held in the smallest man’s hand, and they were dark green, a color of evil. The men stared at the object, and one finally spoke, “Klasor, let us use this to create a shadow of the boy. It will easily be enough to make a shadow of him. “Yes, a shadow would be made indeed Kratos, yet there are many powerful magicians and scores of children. If we waked them, they would surely overcome us.” “Oh no, Klasor, we would easily match them. As long as we used magic.” The smallest man, who was holding the item, spoke for the first time, “Kratos, Klasor, we strike tonight.” The two other men nodded, “Yes, Karlan.” Sorik gasped. Karlan? How was that possible? Karlan was back at home working in his workshop. Also, why would Karlan want to summon a shade, and who were these other men? Sorik, scared and feeling betrayed, stumbled while trying to reach the campsite. The three men noticed, and stood up. “Karlan! It is Sorik, and his friend Makar!” Karlan and the two other men sheathed their swords. “Yes, it is. Sorik, come here.” Sorik shook his head hard, “No, you’ve betrayed me. I’m the one you want to summon the shadow; I am the one you want to hurt! How could you possibly want to hurt me? I trusted you Karlan!” Karlan laughed menacingly, “I’ve been training you all this time, and you haven’t an idea why. Soon, when you become stronger, the entire plan is complete! Yet first, I must summon a shade!” Karlan lunged forward, and tackled Sorik, knocking him to the ground. Makar sheathed his sword, but the two other men quickly strung their bows and hit Makar’s chest. Makar doubled over in pain, and stood back up. He had to help Sorik. Makar dashed to the two men, and quickly spun by them, and hit their spines with his blade. The men, in pain, stood back, and gritted their teeth. They spun around, and hit Makar’s shins, knocking him down. “Don’t kill him,” said Karlan, “just knock him out.” The two men together hit Makar over the head vigorously, and Makar saw no more. Sorik protected his face with his blade, and kicked Karlan’s ribs. Karlan fell down, clutching his ribs, and Sorik broke free of Karlan’s grasp. He sprawled to his feet and dashed toward camp, screaming loudly. The two men strung their arrows, and whispered, “Ŝurla” The arrows flew threw the air, covered in ice, and they hit Sorik’s back. Sorik’s eyes flashed open, and he collapsed. He felt his insides being torn apart, and his back ripped open. He gasped aloud, and he felt something climbing through the gaping hole in his back. His eyes twisted, and out climbed a large ball of shadow. The shadow twisted around until it was a human-shape, and claws and large holes formed eyes. The thing, was a shadow. Sorik layed down, and closed his eyes, praying he couldn’t have to continue feeling this pain. His back started stitching itself together, and it twisted and cracked. He yanked grass from the ground and shoved in his mouth to subdue the pain. Finally, it was over. Sorik quickly leaped to the ground and sprinted toward the camp. He yelled of his situation and Zorel ran to his side, blade in hand. “Sorik, quickly, get over there, I’ll take care of these guys.” Sorik obeyed, and Zorel lunged toward Karlan. “I thought I killed you!” yelled Sorik. Karlan chuckled, “No, you could never kill me.” Zorel clashed blades with Karlan, and leaped over him. “Ņurall!” A bolt of lightning shot from the sky and hit Karlan. Zorel quickly dragged his body into the forest. Makar awoke from his knock-out, and noticed the two men above him. Makar knew he must do something, so he quickly tried combining words to say a spell. His attempts were futile, and his anger boiled. “Grrr, RAZUASHIEL!” Makar’s hand lit fire, and he touched the two men. The two men cried aloud, “Gah, run Kratos!” The two men ran dashed off, trying to cool down while Makar was stunned at what he had just done. Zorel shifted his feet toward Makar. “So, you have a magical ability, I presume?” Makar’s mouth was wide-open. “I-I do? How, and what is it?” The two walked back to camp together, and slept the night away, with Makar thinking of his power. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Zorel awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. He woke the company, and started their walk towards the school. Makar told Sorik and everyone of his power, and they were amazed. “Wow, Makar. Maybe we’ll learn more about it at the school!” Adain announced. The large group reached the school in a matter of hours, and they all gaped at the large structure. Zorel materialized a box, and stood atop of it. “Welcome, to Zorel’s School, of Swords and Sorcery,” Zorel bellowed.
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Post by Zorel on Dec 6, 2006 16:00:46 GMT -5
NOTE: you may think Sorik gets all the action, but wait until a later chapter, Loki Ktsed Adfain and Makar. You guys get PLENTY of action later
NOTE 2: next chapter may be awhile unless my mom doesnt need the compy tonight, so yeah.
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Post by Zorel on Dec 6, 2006 16:02:59 GMT -5
Yeah, yet Sorik still gets a lot of action too, mainly because the plot revolves aorund him. Thwe final "battle" involves only Adain though, which you will understand later.
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Post by Zorel on Dec 6, 2006 16:47:47 GMT -5
Chapter Five The large group of children quickly piled into the school, and rushed into the Speech Hall where Zorel was to talk. The Speech Hall was large and lined with rows of seats. There was velvet lined along the walls, tapered up with golden thumbtacks. The seats were covered in fine silk, crafted with the finest precision. Sorik, Adain, Makar, Ktsed, and Loki all sat next to each other, listening to Zorel’s speech. “I would like to thank you all for coming. Now, let’s start this year off right! All children ages four to seven, go to the second floor dormitories. Ages eight to ten, go to the third floor dormitories. Ages eleven to fourteen, you may head to the fourth floor, and ages fifteen to seventeen may go to the fifth floor.” As Sorik and Adian were fourteen, and Makar, Loki, and Ktsed were thirteen, all the kids were in the same floor. “Guys, we’re all on the same floor!” shouted Makar. Sorik and Adain were relieved, for they were older than their friends. They grabbed their swords, and quills with ink, and headed up to the fourth floor. They found the dormitories they were assigned, and waited for the rest of the children their age to arrive. “Isn’t it kinda odd that four year olds are learning magic and weapons?” asked Ktsed. “Oh no, it’s sort of a day-care for them. All they learn is about basic creatures like unicorns. Goodness I hate unicorns.” Sorik replied. “Yeah, the first age group that actually learns weaponry and magic is the ages eight to ten categories. They still only learn basic magic, like a simple make food appear spell.” Adain mentioned. After all of the children had piled in, a boy of about nineteen marched through the children. “Alright, I’m one of the Dormitory Keepers. I stay in your dormitory and keep order. My name is Raziel, but call me Raz.” The children nodded, “Hello, Raz” “Okay, now when you want to into the dormitory, you have to say a spell to open this tightly locked door. All you must say is, ‘Kuula’, and the door will unlock and open. Every three months the spell is changed, but we will notify you” “We? Who’s ‘we’?” asked a short boy. “We meaning the rest of the Dormitory Keepers, the Dormitory Keepers for the rest of the age groups.” The short boy nodded. “Alright, well, let’s go ahead and enter so you can pick your rooms. There is six to a room, and only six. No less, no more, so make sure you guys pack up nicely, and make new friends. Okay, ‘Kuula’” The door clicked, and Raz opened it, allowing the kids to pile inside the nicely heated room. The room was painted green along the walls, with occasionally a shield resting on a plaque. “Oh yes, our age groups symbol is a green leopard. Remember that in the future.” Raz quickly announced. Sorik led the group along the walls and up a staircase. “Let’s all get the same room. Alright guys?” The group agreed, and they picked a large room at the farthest end of the hallway. Sorik, Ktsed, Loki, Adain, and Makar piled into the room, and dropped their swords and writing materials. “I guess we’ll have to have another room-mate with us,” Sorik said while noticing the only empty bed. Eventually, a knock was heard at the door, and the short boy walked in. The same boy who asked about the ‘we’ in Raz’s statement. “Um, hello. I have no friends really to stay with, so may I stay with you?” Sorik smiled, “of course. You guys don’t mind, right?” Makar shook his head. “Nope” Ktsed, Loki, and Adain all said the same, and the short boy placed the only thing he brought with him-a diamond necklace. “My name is Vendon, how about yours?” “I’m Sorik,” Sorik began, “and this is Ktsed, Adain, Loki, and Makar” Vendon smiled, and lie down on his bed. He jumped on it for a moment, and then studied the group. He finally walked out of the room, after removing his shoes. “Weird kid,” said Ktsed. From below the staircase was a loud voice, “Alright kids, come down here! Time to choose your classes!” It was Raz’s voice. After all the children were near Raz, he pulled out a large scroll and set it on a desk. On it were listed fifteen different classes. The classes were sword study, fire magic, water and ice Magic, thunder magic, earth magic, light magic, bow study, lance and spear study, axe study, mythical creature study, alchemy class, basic spell class, divination, defense class, and even races study. Below the classes were long lines filled with numbers for students to sign their names. Sorik quickly signed bow study, light magic, sword study, mythical creature study, alchemy, and defense. Makar signed the same, but without bow study. Instead of bow study he signed axe, while Loki signed every class. Adain signed on every class also, while Ktsed did divination. It was a mess of students and names, and the numbers of signatures were uncountable. After the riot, every student rushed back into their rooms, discussing the classes they picked. “Ugh, I can’t even remember everything I signed,” muttered Makar. “Adain and I signed everything!” Loki smiled. Ktsed frowned, “I forgot to sign Alchemy!” Makar gasped, “Uh-oh, maybe there’s still time!” Makar and Ktsed rushed out of the room, and leaped down the stairs, but Raz was nowhere to be found. “C’mon, let’s go outside and check around. Maybe they haven’t submitted the scrolls yet.” said Ktsed hopefully. Makar and Ktsed rushed outside the dormitories, and quickly rushed through the school, searching every corridor and hallway. They went to the bottom level and dashed outside, but Raz wasn’t there. “Sorry Ktsed, but I don’t-“ Makar was cut off, for he could not find Ktsed. “Ktsed, where did you go?” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Ktsed stood alone in a dark hallway. There was a sign saying ‘Do Not Enter’, but some force just beckoned him in. There was a large painting in front of him. He thought back, years ago. Ktsed was sleeping, when his parents were killed. He was in Clammorr, a far-away country. His parents were brutally murdered by a group known as the Seven Sentries. Ktsed was forced to leave Clammorr, and to come to Scryon, where he met Sorik and the group. Ktsed stared at the painting, and on the painting was the leader of the Seven Sentries.
SHORTEST CHAPTER YET, I THINK
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