The preparation at the town of Kuchalkive had seen a vast improvement over the week that had passed. The men of the town were finally looking like soldiers, defenders of the town they called home. They were now furbished with armors, hand knitted by their loved ones. Some weren't even fit to be called armors, with each piece glued together with melted candle wax. Bala didn't seemed to mind at all. given the time to prepare the men, any covering was better than no covering at all.
The day dawned with dark clouds surrounding the sky. vH felt something was amiss in that particular morning. Everything seems to be calm. There was neither a sense of urgency, nor were there any trouble to begin with. The mood was especially somber.
As vH continued to inspect and monitor the progress, light water droplets falling from the sky started to shower the town. vH stared at the hill north of Kuchalkive. Kai, Yu, Bala noticed the King's action and followed suit. They could hear a little melody being played from over the hills. They knew what was coming. vH pulled his sword from its sheath and brandished it menacingly.
"Get to position, double it!" he shouted out.
They whom were once peasants, quickly got to their stratergised formation on their feet with a sword and shield on each hand. All the other knights were ready to support vH's call. Bala was first on the scene, his sword drawn as well.
From a somber town to a chaotic one, the song of the siren was pretty obvious by then. There up the hill, shades of a creature could be seen running, no, tumbling down. The population of Kulchalkive who were ready at arm was close to five hundred. Those creatures could be seen coming in thousands. Kai took aim at a distance north-east of the town, and released a shot from his bow with an outstretched arm.
"Arrows at will!" commanded Kai, as the arrow left the bow.
All present could hear the shriek that came after the shot seemingly disappear from sight. Apparently, Kai had took down a shelatore, a banshee-like creature from the land of Xuvarya. It was known that the shelatores are able to create a melody-like charm, which can bring illusions of anything from total despair to ever calmness.
To be continued. .
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Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
With Weapons and Shields, for Honour
Countless months have passed, but the Dark Bomoh is still nowhere to be found.
He have gone to exile, to a land faraway where beasts and creatures of the night roam freely, even in the day. No man have ever return from the land without having to lose their minds.
There was no exceptions. Countless Sorcerers and Wizards have gone to the land of no return in hopes of acquiring magics and skill that no ordinary man could possess. What they possess though after, was insanity.
Back in a little town of Kuchalkive, defensive measures were taken to prevent an attack by the Dark Bomoh. The town of Kuchalkive stood at the edge of the fine kingdom of Egnaro. For you see, in order for the Dark Bomoh to penetrate through, it has to get pass Kuchalkive. Kuchalkive served as the 1st line of offence, and defence against the Evil forces.
I was there personally, to make sure the swords are sharp, and the shields are tough. I as the King of Egnaro, have to make sure that the line that we have set upon are ready to face any situation, be it flying pigs or farting cows. There was no room for error. WE HAVE TO BE READY.
As the ever shining sun shone right above us one day, Bala was having a rough time having to train the peasants in armed combat. For many, it has been the 1st time they have wield, or even see a sword and shield. Bala understood, that its up to him if these peasants ever want to see and live another daylight without have to fear the Dark One and his army.
Very few were selected by J2 to master the techniques of the Bow and Arrow. For in order to be one with the Bow, one must have a surging amount of mana, ready to explode and burst at will. One must be special. J2 specialises in seeing things no other man can see. He is able to sense and feel the power others possess. He sees the energy, like how others see the crushing waves of the ocean. The training of the Archery is done by his twin brother. With such accuracy and technique, one wonders if he was in fact, the reincarnation of the mythical legend Legolas. J4 laughed, everytime people hinted.
The swords and shields, and the bow and arrow, were made by the imperial blacksmith himself. Every sword, and every shield, and every bow, and every arrow were carefully made and labelled with the royal symbol. It was a sign of honour, a sign of victory and a sign of everything that the Jingaroes believed in and were fighting for.
This land they are standing upon, where they feed and breed, are worth more than their live. they were more than glad to serve it.
As the day turn to night, noisy routines turns to a quite night.
In a middle of Kuchalkive, Yu, Kai, Bala sat around burning logs and leaves, reporting on the day's happening to the King.
"The mens are becoming soldiers, and the womens are becoming mens!" expressed Bala. It has been a long day for him.
Many long days. . . Many more ahead. . .
He have gone to exile, to a land faraway where beasts and creatures of the night roam freely, even in the day. No man have ever return from the land without having to lose their minds.
There was no exceptions. Countless Sorcerers and Wizards have gone to the land of no return in hopes of acquiring magics and skill that no ordinary man could possess. What they possess though after, was insanity.
Back in a little town of Kuchalkive, defensive measures were taken to prevent an attack by the Dark Bomoh. The town of Kuchalkive stood at the edge of the fine kingdom of Egnaro. For you see, in order for the Dark Bomoh to penetrate through, it has to get pass Kuchalkive. Kuchalkive served as the 1st line of offence, and defence against the Evil forces.
I was there personally, to make sure the swords are sharp, and the shields are tough. I as the King of Egnaro, have to make sure that the line that we have set upon are ready to face any situation, be it flying pigs or farting cows. There was no room for error. WE HAVE TO BE READY.
As the ever shining sun shone right above us one day, Bala was having a rough time having to train the peasants in armed combat. For many, it has been the 1st time they have wield, or even see a sword and shield. Bala understood, that its up to him if these peasants ever want to see and live another daylight without have to fear the Dark One and his army.
Very few were selected by J2 to master the techniques of the Bow and Arrow. For in order to be one with the Bow, one must have a surging amount of mana, ready to explode and burst at will. One must be special. J2 specialises in seeing things no other man can see. He is able to sense and feel the power others possess. He sees the energy, like how others see the crushing waves of the ocean. The training of the Archery is done by his twin brother. With such accuracy and technique, one wonders if he was in fact, the reincarnation of the mythical legend Legolas. J4 laughed, everytime people hinted.
The swords and shields, and the bow and arrow, were made by the imperial blacksmith himself. Every sword, and every shield, and every bow, and every arrow were carefully made and labelled with the royal symbol. It was a sign of honour, a sign of victory and a sign of everything that the Jingaroes believed in and were fighting for.
This land they are standing upon, where they feed and breed, are worth more than their live. they were more than glad to serve it.
As the day turn to night, noisy routines turns to a quite night.
In a middle of Kuchalkive, Yu, Kai, Bala sat around burning logs and leaves, reporting on the day's happening to the King.
"The mens are becoming soldiers, and the womens are becoming mens!" expressed Bala. It has been a long day for him.
Many long days. . . Many more ahead. . .
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