Fantasy Writing -an Excerpt Options

[SasukeNaru]

Enjoy :P from my xanga - dont mind the bracketed info and the weird vocab its from my game




The Human capital of Dolaroth was very busy reconstructing the outer walls and the business district to restablish broken trade ports and to keep gold flowing through the war torn city. The kaelgado were oddly missing. Their powers, bound by no god or no conscience, were casted back into the darkness in which they spawned from. The dark gods that gifted the Kaelgado with such powers were also casted back. Aurius and a few of the other gods cursed the black gods into a new realm called the Saeo Realm [this is b4 grael] and would soon become a place in which all evil shall suffer. The set SaeoHunters , or the Saeo Guards, to protect the realm from any evil escaping and people such as the kaelgado from tapping into its incredible dark energy.

The long peace that was once part of Eptsem was slowly returning.

Renovated Mage Guild- Angel's Wish ((tuesday - see website under Eptsemian Time for info on this heading ((this will be used alot)) Lura's Month of Lycanthropa

"The Mage Guild is not a place for a rogue priest!" exclaimed the deep voice of the High Mage Ademond.

There was a priest with strange symbols adorned on his robes at the door of the Great Mage Guild.

The Tower of Mages as the guildhouse was called indeed was a tower and survived almost the entire war 3 supports knocked down and a crumbling roof. Every mage was at work moving broken pieces, mending broken wood, attaching new pieces and other work. Ademond himself was trying to repair the broken tower.

"We have come from the land of Elves.....Aurius has brought great news..." The speaking priest fell to the ground in exhaustion.

Quickly, Ademond moved his hand over the priest and a life giving light passed over him. "Thank you great master," the priest said more strongly. "Aurius has declared a new Eptsemian Gildera (check under the gods- aurius)"

"Impossible! We are in ruins priest! How can we have a gildera where we have no prospering!?"

"You defy Aurius' words?!"

"I am not defying divine words but just do not understand them."

"Aurius means to give us a gift of life again and to reward the 3 kingdoms for surviving the Kaelgado Uprising. The usual gildera is for good work and offerings to Aurius.. This time, it is just for living and holding together the Eptsemian World. "

"Such knowledge from a traveling priest?"

"A traveling priest...? Is that all im seem to be?"

"Your dragon robes seem a bit expensive.. hmm so maybe... A bishop?"

"Wrong."

The priest took down his white hood.

"Gelod?!?"

"Indeed Ademond... Indeed..."

Ademond quickly fell to his knees and kneeled begging for a pardon to his words.

"They were hasty... Don't mind this tattered old fool..."

"Ademond stop.... Just being the Grand Priest of the Aurius' Elven Coven doesn't grant me the privelege of beating upon the greatest mage to ever walk the halls of this Dolarothian Mage Guild.

Ademond grinned hoping that such compliments werent the "Calm before the storm."

Dolarothian Fountains- Center of the City - Later that day

A boy was practicing his swordsmanship on a wooden mannequin near his mother's shop in the Dolaroth City Square. It was a warm day. After the slow moving morning, Fenil was eager to do his daily sword training. His master Snow White Arrow, a powerful ranger who wielded but only one falchion and defeated an entire orc party , watched attentively at his young pupil spurring little remarks after each attack.

"You're doing well Fenil! Now i want you to try something... "

"Anything master."

"Are you sure your 15 year old body is prepared?"

"Dont be funny master.. You really cant.."

"Ah as you wish.. But anyway.. I want you to position your blade and try to split that mannequin in half right down the middle. I dont care for perfect symmetrical halves.. In reality perfection wastest time..."

"Yes yes.. you've told me that every second of my life... But im not sure i have the strength or skill to do it.."

"Just try.."

Fenil wasn't about to make a mistake and make a fool out of himself infront of his master. Centering the blade and centering the energy within himself, Fenil closed his eyes and leapt forward with his sword drawn back behind him. At the last second, he lifted the blade behind him and sliced the blade downward. The wooden mannequin shuddered and fell to the floor in a horrible uneven cut on the side of the head.

"Well Fenil.. if it were reality, you managed to slice a part of that person's skull apart and could of hit the brain..."

"I told you I would fail!"

"Try try and try again.... Lets move on to bow training... No use letting you split another part of the skull.."

"Stop your nonsense master.. I get teased by everyone already.."

"Why ruin the fun?"

"....."

Fenil took out the longbow from the equiptment bag that Snow had brought with him. It was beautifully made with a good strong wooden frame. It was also very easy to draw and-

"That one's mine."

"... and mine?"

"You use the short bow."

"Curse you master.. I wanted the better bow.."

"Ah fine.. This is actually not my real bow... I'll give it to you if you can beat me at this challenge."

"You'll be sorry for giving me that bow."

"We'll see Fenil... Your mom is standing right there ... Lets add pressure to your task eh?"

Fenil lifted an arrow from on his back and sighed. “And the challenge?” he asked.

Snow closed his eyes and conjured 5 targets. The targets were all mages by appearance. “The challenge is to defeat the mages with just your bow. I shall also be trying to inhibit you by shooting arrows of slow and frost to cause you to slow down. Obviously, this could be a dangerous challenge. Are you sure it is what you can do?”

“I am not sure master.”

“You can do it!” a voice said.

Ghalera was proud of her son’s innate skills for battle. At but age 8, he eliminated 3 adult warriors in a competition alone with no healing. “He will be a great knight some day. If only he could get gain more confidence..” Ghalera said to herself.

Snow leapt back onto the end of the fountain rims and drew his bow with a glowing arrow poised to hit. He knew that Fenil would probably lose as those mages were not just images, but entities that could affect the material realm and cast high power spells. Fenil was to hone his battle instinct rather than win the bow. It was just an incentive.

“Ready…?” Snow said as he prepared the entities for movement.

Fenil nodded and let loose a barrage of arrows toward the “mages.” Snow noticed a color change in his aura. As part empathy, he could feel Fenil’s adrenaline surge through his veins. “I’ll make this fun..” Snow declared to himself.

Many of the townsfolk stopped to watch as Snow White Arrow was rarely seen in the open with his prestigious students. This was truly something to watch. Who they thought was little Fenil had become a strong young man with a heart of fire that few could end. Fenil had leapt back past his master now behind the statue staring at the oncoming mages with orbs of fire rotating around them. The mages were categorized by the color of the magic or color of the aura expelled when casting the magic as Fenil remembered in his lessons. Apparently all of them looked like Acolytes of the Sacred Flame, but such Pyromancy could not be that immediate with entities in the ethereal plane. Snow loved to play tricks during challenges or battles and Fenil was not surprised this was one of them. Drawing 2 arrows on one full draw, he tried to shoot two mages at once. One arrow hit and the mage was pushed back and gripped the arrow deeply plunged in the right side of his chest. The mage spoke in a jumble of sounds and the far left and right side mages shifted forward and began casting a complex spell with many hand gestures and many incantations. Fenil dashed toward the right side of the square and into the protection of a few buildings and fruit stands. This battle was completely safe as the town square itself was an open field with buildings being built around. Snow had the ability to make the area around the battle immune to all damage. That ranger was almost an immortal. Perhaps an ascension would happen.

Fenil peeked behind the set of boxes and prepared 3 arrows for his next shot. The mages already knew that Fenil was preparing another attack and had three orbs of flame aimed at Fenil’s hiding place. Fenil noticed that Snow had his eyes closed the entire time. These were definitely no ordinary mages as he expected. Taking this perfect advantage, Fenil took down the three arrows and aimed a single arrow straight at Snow’s throat as to make a killing blow. It would never work but it could be enough to disrupt the mages for at least a few moments.

Snow felt the surprise tactical feelings that Fenil emitted. He could not read the plan from Fenil’s mind, but it was definitely some surprise attack. After not watching since the beginning of the battle, he did not know where his student had moved. If he opened his eyes to shoot his slowing arrow, he would weaken his mages allowing Fenil to pick them off easily. The strange thing about the entities were that they took orders from their masters instead of being fully controlled and allowing the caster to see through their eyes as most images or ethereal entities did. Snow felt the strain of his hold on the 5 mages.

An arrow flew swiftly and Snow darted his eyes to the left where he heard the whistle of the oncoming attack. Knocking it away with one finger, Snow anticipated a second arrow, but felt only disappointment from Fenil and no feeling of a second try.

Fenil closed his eyes and laughed. “That never works..”

The crates splintered in a mass of sound and wood. One of the mages had unsheathed a giant longsword and cleaved the crates apart. Fenil back flipped back into the wall behind him and noticed he was pinned to his location. If he moved, either of the mages would launch their flame orbs. Snow had resumed his concentrated composure with his eyes firmly closed. Fenil had alarmed Snow in the fact that he had averted the mages for so long. It had been at least 20 minutes and the mages haven’t even scratched the boy. “I’m going soft…” Snow muttered.

The High Mage Ademond and Grand Priest Gelod were present at this battle. They were old friends of Snow and were battle partners during the Kaelgado Insurrection, but that was 5 years ago. Snow had already adopted a new student. Ironically, Ademond’s son was also in Snow’s tutelage until he died protecting the King and Queen. Dolaroth was still remarkably intact but much of the poorer areas of the city had been burnt to the ground. Kaelgado people were truly a powerful race with such vile intentions.

Gelod was happy to see Dolaroth slowly rebuilding its calm, almost perfect life among the city folk. Aurius was right to declare a Gildera and to help all the suffering to end. Everyone would be blessed with some gift, whether it was material or powers. Aurius knew what to do.

Fenil stood frozen and one mage, began its first lobbing of fireballs and Fenil ducked down and rolled right and fired 2 arrows at the closest mages to him. They lifted their hands and the arrows incinerated. Pulling his hand back for another arrow, Fenil noticed he had been making numerous shots and the same amount of arrows was in his quiver. He checked the quiver and noticed it was stocked full.

The mages stood quietly and watched him check the quiver.

It was time to strike.

One of the forward mages lunged forward with a small dagger. Fenil, caught of guard, took the full blow and was knocked back into the wall. There was no blood but he the extreme pain of the wound within. Snow was still fully concentrating and apparently the challenge was not over.

A whistle woke Fenil from the haze of his pain.

Leaping up, Fenil averted the three oncoming arrows from his master’s bow. “Quick reflexes Fenil! Good work! Let us continue, but without those petty mages. By lasting this long, this bow is already granted to you. Now we shall fight alone and the first to draw blood wins,” Snow declared.

Fenil noticed his “wound” was gone and Snow had already moved to an attacking distance. Fenil still had only his bow and felt that the victor was already declared.

[ppl_love_me]

a rather long excert, but it sounds interesting. I am writing a fanticy novel currently. I'll post an excerpt sum day, but not till I find a name for it.