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Old 11-27-2013, 05:56 AM
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Surely we've established enough basic information about most things in the world of Solcu to start writing short stories and whatnot.

I can't be the only one who've thought of this, right?




I'll start off with a little something I've written on the last few days. I've thought I'd weave together a little series about leprechauns, with several small stories intertwining.

Here's the first part of it. It may not seem like there's thought behind it, but it's going somewhere.


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Pt. I, An uneasy night

The skies were filled with heavy clouds. The stars and moons all hidden away, and the night dark. The wind howled through the trees of the wetland jungles.
In the dark a high-pitched scream startled the wildlife. Within the thick undergrowth a young druid ran for her life. Her ornamented garments were badly torn, and her arms and legs scratched and bloody. Not far behind her three wild tribals of the deep jungles were closing in their kill.
A bright flash ripped through the skies, followed by a thundering explosion and heavy rainfall. The young druid, in an attempt to leap across a river, fell into the water and was carried away by the strong currents. Her pursuers bitterly gave up their hunt as they saw their dinner disappear down the flooding rapids, and made their way back into the deep jungles.
Violently pulled beneath the surface, the druid desperately tried to escape the grip of the current. Calling upon the undergrowth on the river bottom to aid her, the young druid managed to drag herself to the muddy banks. In a last effort of willpower and strength she climbed a tree and passed out on a thick branch. Beneath her the river rapids raged on.

In a bay somewhere along the jungle's southern shores, obscured by thick vegetation, a pirate ship was docked. The crew were all asleep, safe inside their quarters from the raging storm. The ship was badly damaged from the rough weather.
The only one awake was the captain. He paced back and forth in his cabin, contemplating the next move on his current campaign of piracy. Maps and notes were scattered all over the floor, pointing out places of interest deemed suitable for pillaging. The ship wasn't designed for leprechaun sailors, so the tables and chairs weren't put to use much.
The captain kneeled at one of the tattered maps. "If we were to sail east," he thought to himself "we could eventually take the rivers up into the wetland territories, pillage and steal whatever we come across, and have the storages full of loot by the end of the month." He smiled briefly. The captain knew that scenario would be the most positive outcome.
He also knew that they could easily run aground or get lost along the narrow rivers of the wetlands. They could get caught by pirate trackers, or perhaps worse by the cannibal tribes.
The ship rocked heavily in the wind. The captain was pacing back and forth in his cabin once again. "For now," he thought "we'll stay docked in this bay, hidden away, and gather food and supplies in the jungles. Maybe even raid some villages." He started piling up the scattered maps and parchments. "When the ship is repaired and our pantries are full, we'll set sail east."

The skies began to clear up just as the sun rose over the jungle canopy. A young leprechaun, out on a traditional walkabout, stepped out of his small tent. He stretched and yawned in the sunlight. After having eaten a quick breakfast he packed up his tent, readied a pipe, and climbed onto the shell of his turtle.
The young traveler whistled cheerfully as his turtle surfed safely down one of the many rivers of the jungles. He had been on traveling foot for almost eight months, and had grown quite accustomed to the adventurous life.
As he rode down the river he kept an eye on the jungles surrounding him. He wasn't exactly sure where he was, and didn't know which tribes controlled these parts.
Something in a tree caught his attention. What looked like a piece of cloth on a branch, perhaps a banner or sign of territorial boundaries of some sort. The young traveler steered his turtle towards the river bank.
The tree was quite high, and the young traveler thought it would be perfect to climb and get a look of the surroundings. He also thought he'd take a look at the banner and see if it belonged to any tribe he knew of.
The traveler leaped off his turtle, tied it to the tree, and began climbing.

As the traveler climbed higher and got closer to the thick branch, where he thought he'd seen a flag, he realized it was no such thing. On the branch he saw a young leprechaun in torn druid's garments passed out.
The traveler climbed on to the branch and approached the unconscious druidess. Judging by her appearance, the young traveler figured she'd had quite a rough night. He kneeled down beside the druidess.
"Hey." he said and gently shook her. "Wake up, would you?"
The druidess opened her eyes and immediately pushed away from the traveler. "Stay away from me!" she screamed.
The traveler took a step back. "No, hey, wait! I won't hurt you or anything." he said. The druidess stared him in his eyes. "I promise." He smiled. "My name is Davhin, I'm from Vahrs, and that down there is Ari." He pointed at his turtle. "I thought we could offer you a ride to where ever you're going." The druidess remained silent. "I promise I won't hurt you. I was just passing by, and thought I saw something in the tree here. It turned out to be you, and you seem to be in sort of a bad shape. I want to help out. And I kind of need you to say something." Davhin looked at the druidess.
"Okay." she said.
"Great." Davhin answered. "Okay what?"
The druidess got on her feet. "You could offer me a ride."
Davhin smiled once more. "Well, okay then. Come on over here and I'll help you get down."
"Thank you, Davhin." the druidess said. "And my name is Idra, by the way."

On the isle of Kohr, in a small fishing village, two pirate trackers are sitting by the shore enjoying the pleasant day. One looks old and seasoned, and the other young and inexperienced. The older one is drinking a large brew.
"So what you have to keep in mind is using different names, kid." the older one said. "Because nowadays, any tribal lass from nowhere-isle travels about, and word spreads quicker than you know it." he drank from his brew. "If you don't go about with different names, you'll end up like me; stuck with three families to provide for, all in different parts of the damned world."
The young tracker laughed. "I agree, you really are a sorry old bastard."
A courier approached the pirate trackers. "I have a letter for you two." He handed it over to the older one. "Thank you."
"Is that from the Triumvirate?" the younger one asked. "What does it say?"
"It's another target. Let me see." he mumbled back. "What is believed to be a human ship operated by leprechauns has been seen along the shores of Durad. The ship was last seen four days ago raiding a few villages in the westpoint territores, before sailing south." The older pirate tracker folded the letter and looked at his partner. "What do you think, kid?"
"I think it sounds like our vacation is over." he answered and smiled. "I'll ready the turtles."

The sun shone brightly over the bay on the coast, where the pirate crew had just woken up. They were loudly enjoying their breakfast when the captain's first mate stormed into their quarters.
"Quit your jabberin' and listen up." he barked. "The captain want you all on deck in five minutes. Two of you, Tomrayn and Bannir, come with me." The first mate pointed at the pirates. "Me and the captain need some help in the storages. Let's go."
The captain stood in the weapons storage, counting the crew's blades and crossbows. There was enough weaponry to outfit a smaller legion of soldiers.
"Captain Jerryd, sir." The first mate and the two pirates stepped in to the room.
"Good, good." said captain Jerryd. "Each of you grab a crate and bring it up on deck." he said to the two shipmates. "Siros, you help me with this one." Captain Jerryd grabbed a side of a large crate and Siros the other. "On three, mate." Jerryd said. "One, two, three."
Five minutes later the ship's crew were all gathered on deck, waiting for their captain to speak up.
"We are in a shitty situation, men, and I'm sorry for interrupting your merry breakfast." Jerryd began. "The ship's hull is badly damaged, and our food storages are running empty. Last night in the storm I steered us into the safety of this bay, where we are hidden away by the trees and bushes." The captain looked to his first mate. "I have decided, and I'm sure Siros agrees, that we hold up here until we've repaired the ship and restocked on food and supplies." First mate Siros nodded. Captain Jerryd looked to his crew again. "So I want half of you men to grab weapons from those crates and go out on a hunt for food, and the other half to grab tools and begin the reparations. We have no time to waste."
Siros turned to captain Jerryd as the crew got to work. "You and I should look at some maps on the surroundings. There might be villages worth plundering here." he said.
Pt. II
Pt. III
Pt. IV
Pt. V

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Old 11-27-2013, 11:42 AM
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As you wish, so just for you, the first glance at the aberrations known as Those from Below.

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Kaarad grant only three gifts, death, poison and water, and it isn't as generous with water than with the other two.

It was a common saying among the Kaaradi, as Friedrich Grunderbogėn had learnt in the recent days. The young, rich, arrogant and, some said, extravagant Wind Elf from Gelbenburg*, capital of the Flachenland Duchy and most populated city of the Ashtari was still certain that it was a gross exageration, especially since those Kaaradi talked in a strange Urshari dialect. Friedrich had gathered wealth since six years, in order to launch this expedition in the mighty Kaarad, having passed this time studying the arts of firearms, sword and learning everything he could about the most ancient stories from the secretive Urshari, travelling in all the Windlands, going as far as the colonial city of Westereichen to wander in the oldest colony of Urshari among his people. And all told him to stay away from the so called Land of Terror, still hiding even in their dark habitations behind their veils and masks.

Now, he understood why the Urshari hide their faces, and respected them for doing so. By Zethus, those Kaaradi were ugly ! Their grey skin, their ears, a mockery of the gracious elven ears, their huge, spear-like nose and, worst than anything their jaws, with their eight canines ! They were even uglier than the Goblins or Orcs in his eyes. And primitives, to boot ! Those stupid creatures didn't even mastered the steel ! The steel ! Even humans mastered it aeons ago, and their brains were less than half as able as elven ones, as the täjaran had demonstrated since millennium.

What a disappointment, after all the drunken whispers about the place reputed to be "the deadliest in the world", deadlier than even the Grimwater Raiders holding, if he had to thrust very old mercenaries who had travelled with merchants around the whole world. Even the place was a disappointment : it was silent, cold, wet, and so dark that Friedrich couldn't even see at more than ten meters with torches... and the ugly mongrels inhabiting the Kaarad had forbidden light of any kind since the first day... and two days in the dark, it was already too much for him !

Suddenly, he heard a faint noise, somewhere in the distance, and his elven companions smiled for it was probably a callling from a sentinel near them; however, the grey-skinned aberrations froze, and they began to draw their lances, bow and arrows, as if some danger was coming. For all his disgust of the creatures, Friedrich had to admit that they were probably incredible warriors, for even the masters in the Windlands wouldn't have been able to get to draw their weapons so easily and quickly, neither they would have been able to make already on-their-guard stance appear as relaxed ones with such a natural ease. Yet, it wasn't really to the comfort of the elves, who understood soon enough that danger was coming. Friedrich draw his sword and pistols, and his acolytes did the same. They hadn't come this far, evading the Täjaran ships and patrols to enter the Kaarad to die because of some ridicu...

Friedrich never had the time to end his thought, for an atrocious and extremely shrill scream pierced through his mind, and the even more abominable thing which screamed appear mere second latter. Friedrich Grunderbogėn, in all the years who followed until his death, centuries later revealed that it was then, in this very moment that a part of his sanity simply vanished, for no sane creature could endure what he saw and remain sane. The Thing had a body, looking close to one of the most beautiful elven woman that he had ever saw, that what he thought in the first seconds, but then this body literally opened in half, revealing an awful nest of red, stinky, tentacles seeking to crush, main, devour anything but themselves. And they had eyes of all colours, and maws which were screaming. And its limbs ! It had arms longer than an Aldash was tall, made only of sharp bones and deadly claws, while it's legs were fused in a disgusting serpent-like tail, except that it was made of bare flesh, ligaments and bones twisted.. and it had faces, who were weeping, smiling, laughing, screaming.

Thankfully, Friedrich was so absorbed by the abomination before him that he never truly saw the others who were coming behind it. he merely heard Vakar Turkil, the chief of the Kaaradi patrol escorting him and his fellows growling at the Thing, with his voice as deep as a thunderstorm.

*bug about this one Yaska, it is sometimes Erntenburg and other times Gelbenburg.

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Old 11-27-2013, 11:55 AM
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Ah, my mistake. Erntenburg is the first version of the city. I changed it to Gelbenburg a while ago but it seems the text about the duchy itself still calls it Erntenburg.
Gelbenburg is also known as "the yellow city" because of the extensive usage of yellow mud bricks that's common in the northern regions of Flachenland and which one of the early Eickmann dukes declared to be the preferred material for the city. Later dukes have honoured this so they prefer to use yellowish stones and bricks for buildings.
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No reactions about The One from Below ?

Disappointed...
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I'm waiting for the next part!
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It will be tomorrow. Maybe.
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I've added a story page to the wiki. You guys can start posting stories in the wiki. I'll also start writing the rules that were partly decided.

I will read your stories later, I'm kinda very tired.
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Here, I might as well release the second part as well, as I just finished up on it. Lend a thought or two if you find it any good, or bad.

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Pt. II, Making friends

A week later, inside the maze of rivers, the young leprechauns Davhin and Idra were gliding over the waves upon Ari the turtle's shell. Rays of sunlight were slicing through the jungle canopy.
"So how old is Ari?" Idra asked.
"She hatched just shortly after I was born. I have had her ever since." Davhin said and stroked Ari's shell. "She's thirteen years old, same as me."
"You've known her your entire life? That's lovely." Idra said. "I can tell you share a special bond. It's not unusual between leprechauns and their animal companions to be connected on a spiritual level."
"And what of you then, Idra?" Davhin asked. "We've traveled together for a week, but you never talk about yourself."
Idra sighed slowly. "What of me then?"
"I take it you're a druidess. Are you doing research for the Teoth Denon? Is that why you're heading south?"
"I'm not with the Teoth Denon anymore." Idra answered. "But you could say I'm going south for research."
"You 're still not saying much, you know." Davhin said. "What are you researching?" he asked.
"I appreciate your kindness, Davhin." Idra said and paused. She looked at the dust passing through the rays of sunlight and sighed again. "I am looking for someone, someone I care for, and I would like it if you wouldn't ask more questions about it."
"Okay, alright, I won't ask about that anymore." Davhin said. "What about your family then? You must have a family somewhere."
Idra smiled. "I have a family, yeah." she said. "Most of them are home, going about with their lives, I suppose."
"And where is home?" Davhin asked.
"Home is a little place called Chonin, just south of Chonkaan. A little village, just at the foot of the mountains." Idra answered. "Maybe I can show it to you one day."
Davhin smiled. "Yeah, maybe you can."
"And you were from Vahrs, weren't you? What's it like living under the rule of the trade prince?" Idra asked.
"I suppose it's as good as anywhere. The trade prince's mercenaries keep Vahrs safe. Our tribes are free to live as we have for centuries, and with the colonization of the north a lot of traders have started passing through the town, bringing in wealth to the tribesmen." Davhin answered. "But then again, I don't know what it's like to live under the banner of a nation." Davhin looked at Idra. "Especially not an isolationist nation like Karchayne, which is why I find it especially odd that you're around these parts of the peninsula."
Idra looked away. "I told you I didn't want to talk about that." she said. "And we should get ashore over there." Idra pointed into the jungle. "It looks like a village in there."

"What's the word, kid? Had the merchants heard anything?" the old pirate tracker asked quietly as they met up in the village centre.
"Nothing of our interest. There were highwaymen in the west, and cannibal tribes in the north, but no marauding privateers anywhere." the younger one answered. "I told you, Bos, we'd learn nothing from these people."
"Don't get clever with me. Somebody must've heard something." the older one named Bos said. "How about you go ask those two on the turtle over there, and I'll go down to the fishermen. Snoop around a little, kid, try and get some useful information."
Bos turned and headed down to the stream, where a few fishermen were hanging about. The old pirate tracker casually strutted forth and began talking.
"Any good catches here, boys? No? Great. Whatever. Me and my associate Tinnar are pirate trackers, and we're following some leads on a stolen tallfolk ship." Bos said and smiled at the fishermen. "Young Tinnar is off doing some investigating on his own up in the village, so I thought I'd make my way to the gentlemen who are the most likely to know anything of the word on the waves." He held out his hands and grinned. "So, what's the word? Do you know about this ship I'm looking for?"
The fishermen all shrugged and looked stupidly at each other. It was clear they didn't know anything.
"No?" Bos looked disappointed. "Nothing at all? Well, good luck with the fishing."
Bos marched back to his partner. "Tinnar, you're probably right. We'll get nothing from here. Ready the turtles, let's keep going."
"Yeah, I got nothing either. Just travelers passing through, who knew nothing about any pirate ship." Tinnar answered. "Where're we heading next?"
Bos stroked his beard. "We'll take the rivers south, and ask the tribes along the way if they've heard anything." He threw his pack onto his turtle and climbed onto the shell. "One way or another, we'll track down these pirates."

The captain and his first mate stood in the captain's cabin, discussing their current situation. Loud thuds and bangs ensured them their crew were busy repairing the hull of the ship.
"The men grow restless, Jerryd. They're asking for places to plunder and pillage." said first mate Siros. "And the scouts have reported sightings of villages, not too far inland. We can strike at the dead of night, and be back at the ship before sunrise."
The captain stepped up on a small stool by the window and gazed out into the jungle outside. "It's a risk we're taking if we do." he said. "Somebody could follow us back and see the ship. And if word has gotten out about our raids along the western shores, we'll surely be targeted by Karchayne or Dharlic officials."
"What do we live for, if not risks, captain?" Siros grinned. "What's there to gain if we don't?"
Jerryd looked at Siros. "For all we know, mate, there could be people trying to track us down already. You know how they are." He jumped down from the stool and walked over to a map on the floor. "But tell the men they will get their pillaging." he said and started drawing lines on the map. "We will have to be subtle about it. Small groups of five, maybe six men on each village."
Siros walked over to the captain. "Absolutely. I'll tell the men to make sure they're not followed back." he kneeled down and pointed looked at the map. "See these villages here. If we took them tonight, and these others in a few days time, we might come across as no more than rivaling tribes, raising no alarms."
Captain Jerryd circled two villages on the map. "Assemble two parties of capable men, mate. Have those two, Tomrayn and Bannir, leading the raids. Tell them they can leave shortly after sundown."
"Aye, captain." Siros said and left the cabin.
The captain got back up on the stool and stared out of the window. For the first time in months, only for a few minutes, he allowed his thoughts wander to his family back home. He thought about his sisters and his mother.

The day began to turn dark. In the deep jungles, on the edges of the wetlands, leaders of several cannibal tribes were holding a meeting.
They stood around a large bonfire, dressed in bones and torn leather, and with painted grim faces. Their flag carriers banged on large drums and gongs. The leaders spoke intensely amongst each other. Occasionally one of them raised their voice and gestured savagely. They passed pipes between themselves, smoked, spat and wheezed.
From a safe distance, hidden in a tree, a scout from the nearby village of Chalen observed the obscene meeting. As it came to an end, and the cannibal tribesmen went off in separate ways, the scout leapt off the tree onto her jungle grouse and hurried back to report what she'd seen to her village's elder.

And I liked your piece, Korath. Well written. What more are we to expect from the aberrations from Below?

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And I liked your piece, Korath. Well written. What more are we to expect from the aberrations from Below?
A lot of nasty horrors. A very lot of all. And I love your story man ! A good counterpoint to my more grim story.
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A lot of nasty horrors. A very lot of all. And I love your story man ! A good counterpoint to my more grim story.
My story won't be all happiness and slowly sailing down the rivers.

I have plans for the cannibal tribes and pirates that'll hopefully make things less cheerful. Although it probably won't touch much on true evils. Only the shit leprechauns do to each other. And I've been thinking about ways to implement other races too in the mix at some point. I have a sort of idea where I'm going with it all, but if I know myself, which I think I do, the idea will be altered along the way.

I've started writing on the third and fourth parts as well. And maybe I'll have the third up in a few hours, if I don't pass out before finishing it. I haven't slept in some 30 hours or so. But that's also interestingly enough the time I feel almost the most creative.
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It will be tomorrow. Maybe.
I like what I am seeing so far. Friedrich sounds somewhat how I imagine the new breed of nobles after the Little Wars. Spoiled children of nobler men and women, living off the actions of their forebears.
The wind elves are traditionally a meritocratic society. To be of the nobility you have to show yourself to be a noble person, one who stands above everyone else.
A shining example for the common elf to follow. The modern times has corrupted that ideal so that nobles' children keep their nobility without having to prove themselves.
It is the most widespread in Lichtenland, much due to it's status as the main duchy, seat of the Archduke.
The influx of wealth and luxury thanks to the flurishing trade along the southern coasts of Durad and Yaleka hasn't helped aleviating this corruption.
also, one thing you can add to your story is how he might view these Terrors.
To the eyes of a wind elf, seeing one of these would draw forth memories of childhood horror stories. Stories of the followers of Shalangesh, the Ever Changing.
Rot, cancerous growths and fungal infestations. He bestows all his/her gifts to those who whispers his/her name in reverence, caressing and molding them with his tentacled limbs.
Shalangesh isn't all to dissimilar to Those from Below as he/she too came from below in ancient times.
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Here's the third and last part for tonight. Now I have to try and get some sleep.

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Pt. III, An easy night

"Hey, Davhin!" Idra shouted. "Come on over here." She stood on a cliff, overlooking the widespread jungles of the south. Above and in the far distance she could see the dark clear skies, the stars and moons, and the ocean, and in it the reflections of the heavenly bodies.
Davhin came running. "What is it?" he asked. But he didn't need an answer. As soon as he saw the stunning view he understood why she'd called for him. He climbed onto the cliff next to Idra.
She raised her arm and pointed towards the coast. "That's where we're heading, Davhin. To the ocean."
Davhin turned and looked at Idra. "Is that where the pirates are? Where your brother is?" he asked.
"How did y-" she began.
"I guessed." he interrupted. "When that pirate tracker asked us back in that village you seemed nervous, as if you were hiding something." he explained. Idra sat down. "And you've been mumbling about your brother in your sleep." he added. Idra laughed. Then they were quiet for a few seconds.
"Aren't you the clever one..." Davhin sat down beside her. She stared off beyond the stars. They sat in silence for minutes before Idra finally spoke again. "My older brother ran away from home a few years ago. I hadn't heard a word from him, until a few months ago, when I was undergoing studies at the Teoth Denon." she said. "I heard from one of my peers about a privateer sharing my last name and home village, who had joined with the Murain ta Arach, the pirates of the southern seas, and captained his own ship somewhere along Durad's coast."
"And you couldn't just stay there, right?" Davhin said.
"I had to go look for him." Idra said desperately. "He's my brother."
Davhin put an arm around Idra. "We'll find him." he said. "I told you I would give you a ride to where ever you were going, don't forget that."
"I'll owe you one after this all this." Idra said and quickly got on her feet. "Let's head back to camp and try to get some sleep."

The moons brightened the night. The lone watchman standing guard at his village's storage hut stood dumbstruck and mesmerized by the sky's beauty. The hope of seeing a shooting star kept him staring up yonder.
In the vegetation behind him four cloaked pirates, led by shipmate Bannir, silently sneaked up. Bannir knocked the watchman unconscious and dragged him aside. The pirates raided the storage hut within minutes, and left as silently as they'd approached.
A few miles in a different direction shipmate Tomrayn and his party were closing up on their target village. On the way they had ran into group of hunters they had to take care of, and several minutes off schedule.
The pirates were all in position. Tomrayn scouted the village with a spyglass. It seemed relatively well guarded. Two watchmen at the storage hut, and two others on patrol.
Shipmate Tomrayn kneeled at his men. "Alright, listen up." he said. "The hut is guarded by two men. They could be easily taken care of if it weren't for the other two patrolling the surroundings. So we will have to do this right. No bloody messing around." He looked at each of his men. "I want two of you to sneak up on each a patrol and take him out. I will take the other two of you and circle round back. We will approach and take out the watchmen outside of the storage hut, and then the booty will be ours for the taking."
The pirates nodded in agreement and divided up. Ten minutes later they were making their way back to their ship through the dense jungle, with supplies and riches in their bags.

"Captain Jerryd, sir." Siros said as he entered the cabin. "The first team has returned successful from their raid, with bags full of useful supplies. Shipmate Bannir, I believe it was."
"Good, mate... Good." Jerryd answered. "And Tomrayn?"
"We're expecting him within the hour or so." Siros answered. He walked over to the captain. "Good call, going on these stealthy raids. They seem to prove profitable, and the crew gets to satisfy their thieving tendencies."
"It's a temporary solution, aye." the captain said and nodded. "But as soon as we're ready to reel in the anchor we'll set sail from this bay, and seek bigger riches elsewhere."

It was just before sunrise when the scout came storming in to Chalen's longhouse. The village elder was still sound asleep, but some of his advisors were awake.
"I must speak with the elder immediately." said the scout. "I have urgent reports regarding the tribes of the deep jungle."
"Of course." said one of the advisors and hurried away. Within a few minutes he returned, followed by the elder.
"Elder Echayn." the scout said and bowed. "I bring news from the north."
"Out with it, girl." elder Echayn demanded.
"I overheard a meeting among several tribal leaders from the deep jungle. They are plotting something big." the scout said. "For a few weeks me and a group of other scouts have followed some of the leaders around, tracking their activities. They seem to be recruiting, and if we aren't prepared, this can get out of hand."
The elder looked troubled. "Thank you. You have been most helpful." he paced back and forth. "I would like for you and your friends to keep tailing these leaders. If things were to escalate I want to know about it immediately."
"Rightfully so, elder. I will be on my way." the scout said and left the longhouse.
Elder Echayn turned to his advisors.
"Elder, I suggest we begin bolstering the village's defenses and set up a security perimeter."
"Yes, of course. Give the orders right away, advisor." The advisor walked out to carry out the orders.
"And I will make sure to go through the armories and do an inventory check." another said.
"Yes, that too. Also make sure that scout and her associates are well equipped. And order the mystics to arrange for traps beyond the walls." Elder Echayn stroked his beard and sighed. The first sunrays of the day shone through the longhouse's windows. "I'm getting too old for these sorts of things."

"Idra, wake up." Davhin shook her gently. "Hey, Idra, let's be on our way."
Idra yawned. "Could I at least get some breakfast?"
Davhin went over to a tree and took a fruit. "Here, eat this." he said and tossed it to Idra. "That's all we got, which is why we have to get moving. If we reach a river we could catch a proper breakfast."
Davhin packed his tent into his bags and strapped them onto Ari. The great turtle gently blinked at her owner and lazed in the sun. "You too, Ari, wake up."
A couple of minutes later they'd packed everything up and were on their way.
"Judging by the view from the cliff up there, we could probably reach the coast before the end of the week." said Davhin. "But once we're there, where do you suppose we start looking? The ocean is large, you know."
"We'll have to see when we get there, I guess." Idra answered.
They slowly made their way through the thick jungle vegetation for an hour or so before reaching a river.
"I'm starving. Here's to hoping there's some fish in this river." Davhin said and lit his pipe. "Do your thing, Idra."
The young leprechaun approached the river and raised her staff. She muttered a few words in a low voice, and suddenly fish began flying from the water. Idra commanded the undergrowth of the river the render the fish unconscious and toss them ashore. "Ain't no fishing like a druid's fishing." she said and laughed.

Further down the very same river, pirate trackers Bos and Tinnar slowly surfed the waves atop their own turtles, with the wind gently breezing through their hairs. Bos was napping and snoring loudly, while Tinnar sat and fired fruit seeds from his slingshot at him.
"Hey, cut that out!" Bos shouted as he was hit on the nose by a seed and abruptly woken up.
"Stay sharp, Bos. That could've been a wild cannibal, coming to eat your face off." Tinnar said and laughed.
"I'll eat your face off if you won't stop firing those seeds at me. Now let me sleep. I need to be rested for the next village we pass by." Bos muttered angrily.
"Do you figure they'll know any more there than the last village?" Tinnar asked.
"I don't know, kid, maybe." Bos answered. "It's closer to the coast, so I guess our chances are better. Now let me rest." Bos leaned back and pulled his jacket over his eyes. "And keep an eye out for cannibals."

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Korath I think your title has a typo.

"Below lie the Terror‎"

I'm not sure, but I think this is grammatically wrong. I think what you meant is:

"Below lies Terror"

But like I said I'm not sure. Can anybody else confirm it?
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Partie 2 out of 4 or 5 (I don't know yet).

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Partie 2 A dedicated warrior :

Vakar Turil had no time to care for the surface dwellers at the moment. A large group of Those from Below, roughly twelve of them, this close to the surface, was a very bad omen. It had been tens of full Laek'tal Cycles that the aberrations hadn't lurked this close to the Lands of the Bright Sun above them, in a time well before his birth; therefore, as the Eternal Vigil commanded, they had to be killed, to prevent bloodshed in the Overworld. Thankfully, Vakar and his troops were well trained and while they were only ten, the three first Things were dead, poisoned arrow piercing their leather-like skin and granting them death in mere seconds.

Yet, it wasn't enough to stop the others, and some of his warriors had to charge them. A risky task, but the most enthusiast of their Gathering, Kolaruk Jurgal moved to strike the fourth abomination with his spear; the creatures looked like a dwarf who would have grown ten times his size, at first glance, but Vakar perfectly saw that the thing was a female and that it's huge beard was composed of worm-like ligaments which moved as if they had their own conscious, linked to a body without bones. Kolaruk trusted his spear, piercing the hide of the beast moment before the creatures caught him with its hands and beard and, in it's agony tore apart the proud Kaaradi, sending his guts, intestine and other organs in all directions, without even letting him the time to scream.

"Koraal dan-il ur tal!"

The curse escaped Vakar's lips before he new it. He was the Tel-Aräm of his Gathering, Sogarėn-Tur, and it was his duty to kill and fight and die, but this fight, without his slaves to fight alongside him made him uneasy; a part of him was angry at the Kaaral orders, brought by a royal Irska, one of the giant bat species haunting Kaarad, and had prevented them to take their slaves until they reached their Gathering with the surface dwellers. It was an absolute order, for those "Wind Elves" would be able to help the Kaaradi in their Vigil.

Still, for now, they were all but useless, using their strange amalgamations of "wood", a strange word for a strange material, and metal which made noise and light, and nothing more, and then charged as blind fools into the fray. He would now have to avoid scratching one of those imbeciles with his skudra anointed with the deadliest poisons of his Gathering. An easy task, in fact, but still unnerving one in such a fight, even for a Kaaradi who had seen 27 full Cycles of Laek'tal since his birth, but an hindrance nonetheless in such a fight.

***

The fight had lasted roughly ten minutes, and only Kolaruk and Juni Lirodu, one of the four women in his troops, had died. It was an incredible success, in Vakar's eyes, for it was rare when ten Kaaradi faced was happened to be thirteen of Those from Below and that even one came back to tell the tale; even if he had to admit that the elves had helped, if only in diverting the attention of the enemy. The Tel-Aräm was sure that the Monster-Gods wished to see them survive and possibly the elves too; but even with this knowledge, Vakar would pray them once they would all have reached Sogären-Tur. He watched at his comrades, ans as always, especially looked Nuliku Olak, his second in command, a woman who was so curvy that even the surface dwellers had managed to tell that she was a woman without anyone explaining it to them, contrary to the other three, a fact that made Nuliku angry, since she used to think that only slaves made this much fat. Vakar couldn't more disagree with her : she was wonderful.

It was only when she blushed, her almost black skin becoming even darker that he understood that he had thought out loud. The look in her eyes made him understand that she hadn't really like it, believing that it was a mockery. So, the dedicated warrior pushed further : "Once we will get back to our Gathering, I will marry you, Nuliku".

The look on her face was so funny that neither him nor the other Kaaradi could do anything but chuckle, even if they now all knew he was serious. The elves looked at them as if they were insane.

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I didn't sleep much tonight either.

Instead I've written all the way to a 6th part on my story. I just need to correct all errors I made while writing it half asleep.
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Guys remember to put categories.

In this case it would be

[[Category: Stories]] and I guess [[Category: <name> stories]]
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Finished the fourth part too. Might as well post it so you can read it if you like.

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Wild Wild Wetlands
Pt. IV, A grim outlook

A few days later, near the temple of Karr in the northernmost wetland territories, screams were heard throughout the jungle. Thick black smoke emerged through the jungle canopy and blew away across sunlit the skies.
In blind panic leprechaun villagers fled for their lives as hundreds of cannibal invaders razed and burned their homes. With poisoned blades and blood magics they caught the area's tribes with surprise. They didn't stand a chance. Within hours the villages surrounding the temple were burned to cinders, and the villagers were either killed or taken prisoners and lumped together like kettle.
A horrible scene would enact before those who were left alive. They were forced to witness the mangled bodies their brothers and sisters flayed, cooked and eaten. One of the village elders had been taken prisoner. He protested loudly when his tribesmen's corpses were mutilated. The elder was taken aside from the imprisoned leprechauns and eaten alive. And then the other prisoners were told the same fate would befall on them.

"You can't eat that. It's alive, Davhin, that's gross."
"It's a fish. What does it matter?"
Davhin and Idra were sitting on Ari's shell, floating down a river, enjoying their freshly caught lunch.
"You could at least kill it before gorging in on it." Idra said spitefully and looked away.
"It's going to die anyway. Also, I've heard fish don't have feelings." Davhin took a bite out of the squirming fish. It flapped around violently.
"Oh, come on, just have it killed already." Idra protested.
"Alright, alright." Davhin said and slapped the fish against Ari's shell. "See? Now it's dead." They enjoyed the rest of their lunch in silence.
An hour later something caught Idra's attention.
"Have Ari slow down, would you?" she said. "There's someone on the river up ahead."
Davhin pulled up a small spyglass from one his bag and scouted ahead.
"It looks like the pirate trackers from that village we passed through." he said.
"Let's stay out of sight, Davhin. I have an idea." Idra said and smiled slyly.
The two young leprechauns started tailing the pirate trackers downstream. It wasn't too difficult, given how loudly they were conversing about totally unintersting subjects.
Davhin and Idra learned that Bos' real name was Aberhan Boslir, that he had surfed the waves of Yaleka in his youth, was a father of fourteen children, and enjoyed drinking heavily. Tinnar, on the other hand, had never been comfortable atop a turtle's back before meeting Bos and starting out as a pirate tracker. He also used to make a living fletching little figurines that he tried to sell, but never made the fortune he dreamed of. The metaphorical waterfall of uninteresting information seemed endless to the two young leprechaun stalkers.

In Chalen's longhouse, together with his advisors, elder Echayn sits and anxiously awaits the arrival of his scout. He was told she would arrive around lunch. That was nearly two hours ago.
Finally the doors to the longhouse opens, and in comes the scout.
"Elder Echayn." she bowed respectfully. "I bring you news."
"Yes, my girl. Let's hear it." the elder said.
"The last time me or my associates saw any suspicious activities in the deep jungles was two nights ago." she began. "I heard from one of the other scouts that they had begun to amass a large raiding party, so I went to investigate. The tribes of the deep were indeed gathering strength for an assault, and before sunrise there were more than two hundred of them." she continued. "The last I saw or heard they marched north."
"And this was two nights ago, correct?" one of the elder's advisors asked.
"Yes, sir, you are correct." the scout answered. "And the tribesmen of the deep knows how to travel fast on foot, even through the densest of jungles, so only the gods know how far they've gotten."
"Thank you, scout. Your information is invaluable." elder Echayn said. "What is your name, girl?"
"I am Aleir Sarhir, of the Cerhaig tribe." she answered.
"Thank you very much, Aleir Sarhir. Report back to me as soon as you hear anything new."
Aleir the scout bowed before elder Echayn and left the longhouse.
"Are you worried, elder?" one of the advisors asked.
The elder looked deep into the eyes of his advisor. "Yes, advisor." he answered. "Yes I am. But I have faith in our capabilities to fend off an attack as well." The elder smiled subtly. He walked over to his desk and glanced over some maps. "Spread the word to the surrounding villages. The cannibal tribes are on the warpath."

The crew of captain Jerryd had nearly completed the repairs on their ship, along with a few minor upgrades. The pantries and supply storages were nearly filled to the brim. Most of the pirates were lying passed out on the beach in the afternoon sun, with steins once filled with rum in their lifeless hands.
"Should I wake the men, captain?" first mate Siros asked as he and captain Jerryd walked ashore.
Jerryd laughed. "No, mate, let them sleep. We'll have them finish up the repairs in the morrow. They've deserved a day off, working like dogs in the sun for nearly three weeks." Jerryd grabbed two uncorked bottles from one of his passed out deckhands. "Cheers, mate." He tossed Siros one of them and sat himself down in the shadows of a tree. "And when we're all done here, in two or three days, we can set sail east. I've looked at old captain Thansir's maps, and his routes through the labyrinth rivers of the wetlands are perfect for our means." The captain drank a mouthful of brew from his bottle.
"But wouldn't you think they've taken precautions along that route?" Siros said and sipped on his brew. "After all, captain Thansir notoriously scourged those waters for nearly a decade."
"That was more than twenty years ago, mate. There haven't been any pirate ships that far inland in almost as long." Jerryd said. "I know it's optimism talking, but we'll take them with their loincloths down." Jerryd took another large gulp from his bottle.
Siros laughed. "There's nothing wrong with optimism. That is what drives us men of fortune."
"Right you are, Siros. It is." Jerryd said with a grin and emptied his bottle. "And I can't stop thinking of all the riches we can loot in the wetlands. Those are ancient leprechaun lands, with ancient treasures. A week or two up the rivers of those jungles could earn us and the crew a fortune, I tell you."
Siros smiled. He drank up his brew and went over to a nearby crate and picked up two new bottles, then returned next to his captain.
"You know what, Jerryd?" Siros said. "As soon as I met you on Arach isle, I knew you were a captain worth working for."
"What are you talking about, mate? I was nothing but a shipmate back then." Jerryd retorted.
"Aye, but even then." Siros tossed his captain a bottle of brew. "I've seen a lot of captains come and go, Jerryd. I've served under many, good and bad. I could tell you were cut out for it."
"Cheers, mate." the captain said, corked up his brew and smiled. "But I wouldn't do this well without your advice."
The two pirates sat under the lone tree on the beach, drinking their brews and resting peacefully in the shade.
"So old Thansir's route it is, aye captain?" Siros asked.
"I'd suppose it is, Siros." captain Jerryd answered and raised his bottle. "The route of the scourge."
Some additional information about my story; it's set in the year 1906 according to the leprechaun calendar (that started with the forming of the kingdom of Gortuath). And here is a map over the areas it plays out in so far. It only shows larger rivers, although the wetland territories are supposed to be a maze of rivers.

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New part of the short story :

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Partie 3 : A Place to Heal and Grow :

The renewed silence of Kaarad shook Friedrich Grunderbogėn maybe just as much as the shrills of the abominations which had attacked them. He watched at the Kaaradi acting as if nothing worth mentioning twice had happened, and then his acolytes, who were all obviously terrified and seemed ready to flee at any given moment. Friedrich knew that he had to divert their minds, reassert that he was in charge of the expedition. he then walked to the gathered greyskins, seeking to get informations.

"In the name of Raman ! Why didn't you, grey-skinned mongrels didn't told that you were leading us to the clutches of Shalangesh !"

The scream surprised Friedrich, who darted to look at Hanz, apparently the more stupid and brutish of the thugs he had chosen to protect and accompany him to the Kaarad. Apparently, because he always thought that Hanz was a lot more wise than the others; but Friedrich was now proven wrong : the others twelve had proven to be wiser by remaining silent. Indeed, his scream had apparently made the Kaaradi upset and the only female in the group -Friedrich still refused to believe that their was another one in it- looked at Hanz as if she was ready to eat him alive. However, a gesture of Vakar send her tending to the two dead for their squad.

Then, the one who said to be Tel-Aräm, whatever that word meant, moved past Friedrich to gaze at Hanz, coming so close that he almost touched the Ashatari, forcing the taller elf to move back, obviously afraid. Before he could talk again, Vakar spoke :" I do not know any... Shalangesh", the name presenting difficulties to the Kaaradi, "and this God you yours would be powerless here. The Gods of the surface are without any kind of power in the Land of Terror". Their was certitude in this voice.

Still, Friedrich was uncertain that the Kaaradi understood really what they had faced and thus talked to him "The... aberrations that you and your brave warriors have killed, they have to be slaves of Shalangesh, one of the Trinity of Shadow, who rule above such... monstrosities from his kingdom below the earth." Friedrich take a quick breath but even before he could talk, Vakar began to talk again "Those from Below do not serve any Shalangesh", he said, with his voice deeper than usual and an obvious anger on his face, where the strange icy blue scars carved on it seemed to move of their own in the weak light of Kaarad, "they serve only the Gods who are no Gods, those who have no names. We are at war with them since 13,427 Cycles of the Laek'tal, more than 11,000 years the surface. Do not even imply that we could not know what we stand against in the Eternal Vigil, Elf."

Before Friedrich could answer to this, a strange noise caught his attention. it was as if somebody was using a butcher knife on a carcass. he looked to were the two dead Kaaradi were and shouted "What are you doing", with a shrill voice, and he had reason to have such a voice know, for the female Kaaradi was slicing through the flesh of her former comrades and gave the parts to the others. She didn't even care to look at him, and it was Vakar who explained her behaviour "She get back the meat. No true Kaaradi would let any of his kind rot in the earth or elsewhere. We will eat them and their souls will ascend to the Monster-Gods Realms, where they'll prepare themselves for the Final Battle against Tjose from Below and their masters".

Friedrich was now speechless, and even Hanz now looked as if he would faint at any time. The Ashtari understood that he had to make a move, so he asked when they would reach the Gathering of Sogarėn-Tur the first and, despite his self-loathing about it, last destination in the Kaarad. When Vakar told him that it would take three more days, Friedrich knew that it meant more death.

***

It looked like a small rift in the dark stone of Kaarad. Nothing to distinguish it from any other one that they had seen in the last three days, if day meant anything there, so far below the earth that even the memory of the sun was like a vague dream, yet, Friedrich hoped that Vakar was right. No, he was sure that the Kaaradi was right, he just wished that he could still believe that the grey-skinned warriors were his inferiors, when they were at least his equals.

Those three days in the Kaaradi had been worst than any other in his life. Firstly, he had to support the maniacal laugh of Katerine, his Blademistress, who seemed to have lost all semblance of sanity, muttering to herself for hours before laughing without reasons. Then he lost Hanz and Zimmer to what the Kaaradi called the Death Swarm, a swarm of thousands of little insect-like creatures which devoured the two poor elves in mere minutes, Amatera tended to their souls, as Friedrich was sure, since they ceased to scream after less than three minutes. And finally, they were here, before the Gathering.

The Wind Elves followed the Kaaradi, hoping to discover a place to rest and die. Friedrich understood that he had talked out loud when Vakar answered "You will rest here, but not die. Sogarėn-Tur will be your place to heal and grow, Friedrich Grunderbogėn". The smile on the Kaaradi face seemed almost friendly; that's how Friedrich knew that he was now insane.

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Besides a few minor errors in the spelling and stuff, your story is really well written, Korath. I like it.


Here, have a fifth part of my story as well.

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pt V, The perfect storm

It was a tempestuous evening. The rain poured down relentlessly, and the skies occasionally lit up as bright as day, followed by deep thunder. In a small village near the coast the pirate trackers Bos and Tinnar were taking refuge.
Bos was sitting at the village brewery, trading stories with old fishermen and traders, while Tinnar was out trying to find leads on their target pirate ship. The other day they had heard a rumor about nearby villages losing supplies and dried food in the middle of the night, and immediately followed up on the lead.
"Excuse me, sir, could I bother you with a few questions." Tinnar asked a local merchant who was unpacking his stall.
The merchant eyeballed Tinnar and shrugged. "I suppose." he answered slowly.
"Me and my associate Boslir are pirate trackers, and we're following up on a lead regarding a ship whose crew has supposedly sailed along this coast sometime not too long ago." Tinnar said. "We've heard about villages being raided for supplies and food during nighttime, and I was wondering if a merchant such as yourself wouldn't have happened to have heard anything about said pirate crew or vessel?" Tinnar smiled at the merchant.
"Yeah, I heard about them raids." the merchant said. "Friend of mine that delivers dried fruits to the little village of Gyrich had seen some shifty looking fellas carrying filled up bags and trunks, running away through the jungle around sunrise. Said they bolted off like lightning towards the overgrown bay."
"The overgrown bay?" Tinnar asked and pulled out a parchment and charcoal. "Do you think you could draw me a map perchance?"
The merchant crossed his arms. "Perchance I could. Perchance I couldn't..." he said. "My map-drawing is a bit rusty, and I might need some motivation to get started, if you know what I'm saying."
Tinnar sighed. "Bloody tradesmen. Always with the bartering." He pulled out a small sack of coins. "These are wind elven coins. Enough of it to buy yourself a smaller estate and lands." He tossed the sack to the merchant. "Now would you kindly draw me a map to this bay your friend had mentioned."

"Davhin, the trackers are on the move."
"What?"
"They must've gotten news on my brothers whereabouts."
"At this hour? It's nearly nighttime."
"Pack your bags and ready Ari. We need to keep up with them."
The two leprechauns hastily packed all their things and rode off after the pirate trackers.
"They must be mad if they've taken the river. Not even a fully grown turtle could surf these rapids safely." Davhin said as they passed the village gates and got closer to the water.
"They didn't take the river. Look there." Idra pointed at a dim light fading in the jungle. "That must be them."
"Come on Ari, go after them." Davhin spurred his turtle.
It didn't take long before they caught up with the trackers. They were moving slowly through the harsh winds, rains and the thick undergrowth. Their turtles seemed to be somewhat past their prime, and the young Ari had no problem keeping up with them at a safe distance.
A sudden lightning strike startled one of the pirate tracker's turtles. Davhin and Idra saw the faint silhouettes of a leprechaun being thrown off his mount, and disappearing into the river rapids. Through the dark they heard a scream of dispair, drowned in the thunder and rain. They couldn't make out the words. They saw the remaining tracker calming his partner's turtle down, then after kneeling in the mud for a few minutes he rose and mounted his turtle's shell. The tracker and the two turtles started slowly roving through the thick jungle vegetation once again. Davhin and Idra followed him in silence.

In the midst of the raging storm, the crew of captain Jerryd's ship were working tirelessly to complete the last reparations. The captain's first mate oversaw the repairs from the ship's wheel, shouting orders to the men. The winds gradually grew heavier, and the ship starting rocking more violently with each waving crashing by.
"Watch out, men! High waves crashing in on the starboard side!" Siros shouted. "Brace yourselves!"
The wave swept over the deck, almost dragging with it a dozen crew members.
"On your feet! We can outlast this storm!" they heard from the back of the ship. "Keep working, men! Watch your steps!"
The boom on the secondary mast swung wildly in the wind. "Someone try and secure that boom before it knocks someone overboard!"
Wave after wave came crashing over the persistent pirates as they repaired the ship's hull. Slowly the crew grew weary.
"Hold fast! Wave on the starboard side!" Siros' shouts weren't loud enough to challenge the storm. A massive wave crashed down upon the deck. This time a group shipmates were caught surprised and got swept off the ship.
"Men overboard! Get the ropes!" Siros yelled. "Men overboard! Port side!"
Captain Jerryd came rushing out of his cabin with his arms full of ropes. "Where at, Siros?" he shouted loudly.
"Port side, captain! They may still be afloat!"
Jerryd leapt up on the port side rail, attached the ropes and scouted the seas for the lost sailors. Not far from the ship he spotted one of them, and threw him a rope. "Grab your end, mate! I'll pull you in." he shouted and pulled in the shipmate.
"Captain, hold fast! Waves crashing in starboard side!" Jerryd could hear Siros yell. "It looks like a big one!"
A gigantic wave flooded over the deck of the ship, almost tipping it aside. The captain could hear a loud crackling noise and several crew members shouting loudly. Still holding a firm grip on the rail he looked behind him. Captain Jerryd saw his ship's secondary mast breaking like a twig and crashing down upon himself and his crew members. He could hear his first mate calling out in the storm. "Get away from there! Now!" The captain grabbed the shipmate he'd pulled out of the water and hastily ran towards the rear of the ship. Behind him he heard the mast collapse down over the deck and plunge into the sea.
"All deckhands and shipmates, go below!" captain Jerryd commanded. "Seek shelter from the storm!"
The ship kept rocking violently, but most of the crew were safe down below deck. The captain and his first mate took shelter in the captain's cabin.
"Shit!" captain Jerryd shouted and threw a bottle at the wall. "Fucking shit!"
Siros stood in silence. Jerryd went about the cabin, aggressively rendering valuable dwarven glass goblets and pottery from far-away continents to smithereens. "We were supposed to fucking sail at sunrise!" he yelled. "Now we have to stay anchored here even goddamned longer, and we've lost a dozen good men!"
Siros took a step forth. "Captain, if I may?" Jerryd nodded. "The crew came a long way finishing the repairs tonight before the storm got too bad. If the broken mast didn't cause too much damage to the rest of the ship, we could have her away and sailing in a day. If only this bloody storm would settle down."
The captain calmed down a little. He still paced around in the cabin angrily, but without destroying valuables.
Outside of the cabin the storm raved on, completely unconcerned of the pirate captain's rage.
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Old 12-01-2013, 01:13 PM
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Awesome story Aneurysm ! Sadly, I hadn't time to write more about mine, but it's coming soon(ish).
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Thanks a bunch. Here's the sixth part as well, which feels like a good place to take a break for a while. I haven't written much more, and should get ahead a few chapters until I post any more.

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Wild Wild Wetlands
pt VI, Parting ways

Elder Echayn had gathered all his advisors and high tribesmen of Chalen at dawn. The storm that had passed over the jungles during the night was fading away on the horizon. The elder stood still inside his longhouse, surrounded by his loyal tribesmen. In his trembling hands he held a letter with a broken seal.
"Men and women, representatives of all citizens of Chalen and its surrounding tribes," Echayn began. "I have just recently received dire news from the northern wetlands." He paused for a moment and looked at his tribesmen. "The villages and homes surrounding our precious temple of Karr have been attack unprovoked by the wild tribes of the deep jungle territories, just three days ago."
The men and women in the longhouse gasped and began mumbling amongst each other.
"And it's with a heavy heart I must inform you no more than eight of our fellow tribesmen made it out alive. They're being escorted to safety as we speak."
"We must do something about this!" one of the high tribesmen said. "Take up arms against these invaders." His peers agreed with him. "Aye, we keep our lands safe."
"Indeed, we must. And we have." elder Echayn ensured his tribesmen. "Me and my advisors have already taken action and readied the village for a possible attack. We have sent word about the impending danger to the surrounding villages and tribes as well." The elder folded his hands and looked to the high tribesmen. "I need for you to inform your tribes to seek refuge within the walls of Chalen. We will set up temporary huts which they can occupy. If the wild tribes' army sets course for these parts, we must be ready and able to keep everyone safe."
The meeting continued for a few hours. They discussed and planned out defensive strategies, as well as trying to make sure the village was ready to take in hundreds of refugees.

Just like the last couple of weeks, the crew of captain Jerryd's ship were working on repairing the damaged hull and mast. The mood was low, as they were all beaten and weary after the rough night.
The captain was walking across the deck alongside Siros and a few crew members.
"Who else was caught under the mast when it fell, Bannir?" Jerryd asked.
"Raghir, Tomrayn, Wilred and Teirh, captain." he answered. "And then there's the ones who were swept overboard as well." Bannir said. "We found one lying ashore at the small delta there." he pointed over yonder. "I don't know his face, captain, but he's being kept in the sick bay. He was still breathing, but seemed pretty beaten up."
"Alright, at least that's some good news for the day." captain Jerryd answered. "Thank you, Bannir. You and the others can go help the rest finally finish up the damned repairs."
"Aye, captain." Bannir answered and went off.
The captain stepped on to a crate and gazed over the rail, through the trees and bushes, towards the open ocean. "Soon." he said to himself. "Fucking soon." He stood there looking for a few minutes before turning to Siros. "Hey, mate. Go down into the storages and fetch a crate of rum would you?" the captain said. "I was thinking you and I were going ashore to enjoy a last drink in this terrible bay."
First mate Siros laughed and steered his steps below deck. "That sounds like a plan, if I ever heard one."
"Oh, and bring that madcap alchemist's tobacco as well, mate. We're getting blistered."

When Tinnar woke up he didn't understand where he was, or what had happened to him. He was lying on a mattress in a murky room, with only a small candle on the wall providing light. A noticeable rocking told him he was on a ship.
The door to the room slammed open and two fearful looking leprechauns stepped into the room, a male and a female. "See, I told you this one would wake up eventually. How are you feeling there?" The male leprechaun waved his hand in his face. "Hey, can you talk, mate?" the female asked.
"Yeah." he coughed. "Yeah, I can talk."
"Good on you, lad." the male said. He reached out a mug to Tinnar. "Have a drink of this and you'll be feeling better in no time. Pirate's honor." the leprechaun smiled at him.
Tinnar drank from the cup. Whatever it was inside, it tasted absolutely awful and left a burning feel in the mouth and throat.
"What's your name, lad? I don't recognize your face." the male pirate asked.
"Tinnar," he said and coughed. "Elis Tinnar."
"I don't think I remember your name either, Elis Tinnar. What were you doing passed out on the beach over there?"
The pirate tracker had to chose his next words carefully. "I-I was..." he stuttered. "I don't remember... I-I was swept downstream. My turtle... startled by the storm." Tinnar explained.
The pirates look at each other, and back at Tinnar. "Well lucky we picked you up then, aren't you? Welcome aboard, Elis Tinnar." The pirate shook Tinnar's hand. "My name is Bannir and this gorgeous gal here is Vivin. We'll be taking off shortly, so if you want off the ship you're sadly going to have to wait until we go ashore next time. Presumably somewhere in the wetland territories."
"You should rest, mate." Vivin said. "We'll be back to check up on you in a few hours, when you should be feeling better."
The pirates left the room and closed the door. Pirate tracker Elis Tinnar just realized he was aboard the target ship he and his partner had been chasing the last few weeks. He quickly sprung to his feet and ripped off a brightly colored piece of cloth from the mattress. With a small piece of charcoal he scribbled a message for his partner, if he were to ever find this place, and crammed the piece of cloth through a small crack in the hull.

With a muddy, crudely-drawn map in one hand, and the reins of two turtles in the other, Aberhan Boslir fought his way through the thick vegetation of the jungle. He had lost his friend and partner, but he wasn't going to let the pirates slip away so easily.
The jungle's undergrowth grew more dense the further Bos went on, but the smell of salt and sea water spurred the old pirate tracker on. He heard distant shouts and yells. He was close. He knew it. He tied up his turtles and went on alone.
"Not another step, you oaf." Bos didn't even slow down. "Hey, you old drunkard. Stop or I'll kill you."
It was Idra threatening the old pirate tracker. Bos stopped and turned to the young druidess. "What are you going to do, child?" He stared her right in the eyes.
Idra raised her magic staff. "I'll have you set aflame before you even reach the shore." She stared right back at him, and didn't even blink, although she was trembling with rage. "Don't think for a second that I won't do it, tracker."
"Easy now." Bos said with stern voice. "I don't want nobody to get hurt today." He paused for a moment. "I've already lost a man, and there is no need for more lives to be taken."
Idra stood her ground staring down Bos.
"Where's your boyfriend, girl?" he asked suddenly. "Aye, I remember you two. A few days back in that village. You told my friend you knew nothing about any pirates." Bos chuckled.
"We didn't really lie. It was you who led us here, after all." Idra said briefly.
"So where is he?" Bos asked again.
"Nearby." she answered. "So don't try anything."
The staring contest continued for a few more minutes, until they were interrupted by the sound of a bell and several loud voices shouting commands. Idra bolted away past Bos towards the beaches. Bos tried to keep up.
"Marchos!" Idra shouted as she ran through the jungle. "No, Marchos! Wait!"
She reached the shore just in time to see the ship leave through the bushes and trees at the bay's mouth. She fell to her knees, crying and screaming for her brother to return.
Bos and Davhin came running out of the jungle at the same time. Davhin ran over to Idra and started comforting her, while the old pirate tracker shouted in rage, drew his blade and sunk it into the base of a tree. He pulled a flask of brew from his coat and sat down by the tree, looking at the two young leprechauns at the shoreline. "Fucking kids." he muttered to himself.
"Calm down, Idra." Davhin said and pat her back. "We can catch up with him somehow."

A bright piece of cloth with what looked like a water damaged message on it floated ashore next to the young leprechauns. Davhin picked it up and read it. "We'll find your brother again. Trust me." he said and got up.
Davhin walked over to Bos. "A message for you, tracker Boslir." he said and threw the piece of cloth at him. "It's a little hard to make sense of what it says, but it seems your comrade is safe and sound aboard the pirate's ship."
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Old 12-11-2013, 06:50 AM
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Partie 4 : A never-ending Vigil

It had been two weeks since Vakar Turil and his squad had brought back the Ashtari to their Gathering of Sogarėn-Tur, the closest to the Overworld, at roughly four days from the surface, for the Kaaradi and their slaves, and the Tel-Aräm was forced to admit that the strange, palish, elves had already began to get better after their travel in the Land of Terror. Somehow, they seemed made of something stronger that he had thought before; he was certain that even his ancestors, who had followed Kor ra ATh to the Kaarad wouldn't have stand this well to the terrors below the earth.

Obviously, it was not the case of all the elves; the one called Blademistress Katerine seemed to had lost her grip to sanity; even the Priests of Sta'geshal hadn't managed to repair the damages done to her mind by Those from Below; she was always whispering to herself in her tongue, only interrupting to laugh or cry. Vakar wasn't an expert, but he was almost certain that the female had been tainted by the Gods from Below and would thus need to be killed; it meant that the other elves had to learn more about the Kaaradi that they had already learnt.

The Tel-Aräm groaned, for except the insane Katerine, the others elves never seemed to stop before asking questions, about everything, from the food, to the faith and even the sexuality of their host. Those two last weeks had been harder than any fight he ever underwent, made even worse since Nuliku Olak, the poison on his blades, which meant the one which whom he wished to make a family, as he had to explain to the Ashtari, insisted to marry him as soon as possible, arguing that men were always ready to use the Ukrin, the Eternal Vigil, as an excuse to fuck with a girl and then get themselves killed as brainless Ralkish in a fight.

Vakar touched his scarification from his Choice, the Brand of Koraal, the Queen of Fury, and Head Goddess of the Monster-Gods, praying her to give him the strength to survive long enough to convince the elves to get back to the surface and marry Nuliku. She was a Chosen of Kalan'fuelak, and he had heard stories about what said Branded did when the one they wished to live with made them wait for too long. He would have hated being tied to his bed and only used for sex during as much weeks as he would have made her wait in days...

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All the Wind Elves were gathered in the Hall of Memory, the place were the Ancestrals, those Kaaradi who had lived at least one hundred Cycles of the Laek'tal, gathered to tell stories and legends to the younger generations of their people, thus insuring that they would always remember who and what they were. The Hall was vast enough to allow the whole population of Kaaradi and slaves to gather, but tonight, there was only the elves, two Deathsingers, their melodious voices singing in ashan, to the bliss of all, and the Council of the Gathring, composed of the Tel-Aräm, the head of each Slave Bloodline and the more important of the Kaaradi from Sogarėn-Tur. All were gathered to listen to Urok Oluji, the elder of the Gathering, with more than 127 Cycles of the Laek'tal, who had chosen to explain to Friedrich Grunderbogėn and his followers the Ukrin.

Urok was one of the greatest spokesperson that Vakar had ever heard; even the Kaaral couldn't compare with him, in his opinion, but the old Kaaradi seemed tired and even lost when he appeared in the Hall, as if he had forgotten that he should talk in this day. However, this moment of weakness quickly ended and the elder moved to his place. His missing right arm and twisted left leg forced him to walk slowly, but even then, he gave an impression of wisdom and peace. He cleared his throat and began to spoke, his voice frail in comparison to those of the younger Kaaradi and still deeper than any from the elves or humans.

"Our welcomed guests, the Wind Elves, wish to learn about us, the Kaaradi", the old man begun, "but how could we explain what we are ? What is our core ? What are we ?"

Urok posed an instant to look at the faces before him and smiles when he noted the expressions of the elves, their thrist for knowledge obvious to all who looked at them.

"I won't talk to you about the legacy of the Ath, nor the History of the Kaaradi. No, I'll tell you what make us apart from any other species, even our poor, lost, brothers and sisters the Urshari : the Ukrin. Some of you asked me if this world translated into "Blood Oath", or "Eternal Vigil". The answer is both and none."

The Ashtari began to shift, obviously perplexed, but a glare from their leader insured that they would remain silent. Urok Oluji smiled, the numerous scars on his face almost hiding the Brand of Sta'geshal that he wore, carved in his flesh, since so long.

"Ukrin mean more than any oath; it is a duty much heavier than any vigil. Ukrin created the Urkind'daram; Ukrin made us Kaaradi, not the other way around. Ukrin is the pact forged with the Monster-Gods, Ukrin is the never ending war with Those from Below and their masters. The Ukrin is rewarded in blood, your own and the blood of your enemy. As long as a Kaaradi breath, the Urkin is upon him; none can end it without dying or turning his back to his brethren, as the Urshari did. Know the Ukrin and you know the Kaaradi"

The elves seemed baffled; the idea that some could undergo a never-ending vigil, a duty which couldn't know any end seemed alien to them. Vakar felt a little pity for the poor creatures, who lacked such common devotion.
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