Post by gorikl on May 3, 2007 16:30:25 GMT -5
It was a nice day, we were out in the fields watching the suns warming orange glow as it sets. Junni was zoning out and I could tell, something bad was going to happen.
Whenever Junni looked off into the horizon like that, I knew something terrible was going to happen, I was about to open my mouth but my elder sister beat me to it, "Are they drums?" She whispered in my ear, I began to pick up the reverberating sound of battle drums.
I stared at my sister as long as i dared and told her it was just the wind.
But our father got to his feet, and ordered us inside.
Junni embraced mother in a tight hug crying out what was happening trying to lure mother out of the kitchen and into the woods, but it was too late.
The door cracked open and a gang of fearsome looking Orcs charged their way in, the biggest took a disliking to me clearly, as he landed a bone crackling punch to my ribs.
Instantly I sank to the floor fading in and out of consciousness I could feel the blood oozing out of the back of my head, trickling onto my hands which were held out before me in a defensive posture.
Junni screaming at the top of her voice, I see a beast of an Orc bundle mother and Junni into my Bedroom.
In a vain attempt at resistance I held my arm out in Junni’s direction hoping for a miracle to happen.
The door slams in my face, the lights seem to go out . . .
I’m loosing my senses . . . I can’t see clearly, my outstretched hand is blurring.
I fall into a deep trance . . .
I awaken, lying against the old oak tree that lay solemnly in the garden, bound at my hands and feet with a thick rope around my chest and the tree.
Two Orcs standing over me, one wears a eye patch across his right eye, whilst the other is talking Jibberish.
Or so it seems to my ears.
They seem to be looking intently at something near my feet, it’s then I realise what’s happening.
They lodged some firewood around me; they’re chanting some kind of spell. I understand now, they’re mages planning to burn me alive!
My hands start to sizzle, is it happening so soon!? Will I ever see Junni and my family again?
My hands are crackling, blistering even!
The ropes that bind me evaporate; the mages are now focused on me changing their chant, I seem to be overwhelmed with a chilling feeling, sparks are let loose from my un-gloved hands.
As if on autopilot my hands lift themselves to face the Orcs, the hardness in their faces soon changes to fear.
I seem to focus on every detail of their body’s, a flicker emerges from my hands.
Soon a ball of lightning appears between them, I’m mumbling something to myself, grooming the electric.
I let loose, the ball changes shape to a spear and lodges itself into eye-patch’s chest quickly bounding off into the other Orcs torso, I quickly begin to grasp what’s happening,
I’m a Shaman!
Here is my "Attempt" at a RP story =)
Please leave comments, and advise on how i can improve this! =)
<3 you Junni!
Whenever Junni looked off into the horizon like that, I knew something terrible was going to happen, I was about to open my mouth but my elder sister beat me to it, "Are they drums?" She whispered in my ear, I began to pick up the reverberating sound of battle drums.
I stared at my sister as long as i dared and told her it was just the wind.
But our father got to his feet, and ordered us inside.
Junni embraced mother in a tight hug crying out what was happening trying to lure mother out of the kitchen and into the woods, but it was too late.
The door cracked open and a gang of fearsome looking Orcs charged their way in, the biggest took a disliking to me clearly, as he landed a bone crackling punch to my ribs.
Instantly I sank to the floor fading in and out of consciousness I could feel the blood oozing out of the back of my head, trickling onto my hands which were held out before me in a defensive posture.
Junni screaming at the top of her voice, I see a beast of an Orc bundle mother and Junni into my Bedroom.
In a vain attempt at resistance I held my arm out in Junni’s direction hoping for a miracle to happen.
The door slams in my face, the lights seem to go out . . .
I’m loosing my senses . . . I can’t see clearly, my outstretched hand is blurring.
I fall into a deep trance . . .
I awaken, lying against the old oak tree that lay solemnly in the garden, bound at my hands and feet with a thick rope around my chest and the tree.
Two Orcs standing over me, one wears a eye patch across his right eye, whilst the other is talking Jibberish.
Or so it seems to my ears.
They seem to be looking intently at something near my feet, it’s then I realise what’s happening.
They lodged some firewood around me; they’re chanting some kind of spell. I understand now, they’re mages planning to burn me alive!
My hands start to sizzle, is it happening so soon!? Will I ever see Junni and my family again?
My hands are crackling, blistering even!
The ropes that bind me evaporate; the mages are now focused on me changing their chant, I seem to be overwhelmed with a chilling feeling, sparks are let loose from my un-gloved hands.
As if on autopilot my hands lift themselves to face the Orcs, the hardness in their faces soon changes to fear.
I seem to focus on every detail of their body’s, a flicker emerges from my hands.
Soon a ball of lightning appears between them, I’m mumbling something to myself, grooming the electric.
I let loose, the ball changes shape to a spear and lodges itself into eye-patch’s chest quickly bounding off into the other Orcs torso, I quickly begin to grasp what’s happening,
I’m a Shaman!
Here is my "Attempt" at a RP story =)
Please leave comments, and advise on how i can improve this! =)
<3 you Junni!
