A Memory...

Dargathi Kithkanan · **Joined:** Sun Apr 21, 2002 4:06 pm **Posts:** 129

I was trolling through my old text files looking for something today, when I came across this. It's old, but it stirred some meories... --------------------------------------------------------------------- "stop!" The wolf ran, faster than a wolf should, his feet skipping over the water, suspended in the air he ran.. "STOP!" more urgent this time came the cry. The wolf knew the voice, it was a voice from his past. "WOLFSTOP NOW!" Th wolf knew that name, he stoppped in his tracks, and turned around. Before him stood the small ghost like form of a wood elven woman. long dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. "Remember?" The form folded, rippled and changed, now before him stood the powerfull form of a barbarian maiden, her powerfull features strikingly beautifull. "Remember?" The wolf looked inquisitively at the figure in front of him. "Enough of this nonsence, time for you to see what will be if you carry on like this." The Wolf's vision shifted, a battle scene layed out before him. A stout Dwarf, and a brave Iksar were stood either side of a Halfling, and the Barbarian. the fighters facing outwards in a misformed circle. In the center of the circle of friends stood the two healers. Each of them had numerous cuts and bruisies, the Iksar's left arm was hanging limp by his side, the Dwarf favoured his left leg. a massive gash in the right was causing even him some distress. Exhaustion was apparent on the faces of all four, they had obviously been fighting for some time. The attack came, the circle of friends began to move slowly, each blow from a diferent opponant, Without the weapons it would have been a dance. Blow after blow was deflected by one of the two fighters, neither had the energy to strike back. Long spent the two healers had resorted to striking with their weapons, through the gaps to either side of the warriors. occasionally one of their enemies fell, faceless shapeless forms but more often than not one would manage to get a solid strike at one of the four. simply to many against to few. "Why dont they call for help" thought the wolf, then he saw the horn, laying on the ground, shattered into two. As the fight continued he heard a hoarse scream as The Dwarf finaly fell to the onslaught. Next to fall was the Brave halfling, His head severed cleanly from his body. It was but scant moments before the Barbarian fell to a spear from behind. The Iksar was the last to stand, his head thrown back he screamed his war cry before charging into the seething mass of flesh. The wolf's vision returned to the maiden before hom, now a gracefull high elf, dressed in a rich red robe. "Now see the diference had you been there." Shifting vision again saw the wolf standing on two legs. This time there were 5 in the circle, the onslaught came from the east, Sarnaks and Renegade iksar, hundreds against just 5. The wolf lifted a horn to his lips, and blew. A deep rich note played from the horns inner bowels, filling the air with pure sound. Then the attack came, blades whirring in a dance of death the 3 fighters fought in a triangle, keeping the halers safe to do there work, again the wolf blew on the horn, this time the single clear note wa accompanied by a single cry. "TWILIIIIGHTS!!" It seamed like hours the 5 companions defended against the onslaught, the ground surrounding the small hillok they occupied, littered with corpses. The Elf's blades flashed in the sunlight, whips cracked to his right, and the solid form of the Dwarf laughing even as he severed the head from another of the sarnak. Faster and faster they moved round the top of the small hill, every now and again they would hear the barbarian, or the dwarf begin to chant. the pain would disipate from them almost instantly. But those moments were coming further and further apart. Suddenly, the air crackled with firey energy as a rain fell uppon the front ranks of the enemy. Wolf turned to see a pair of wizards fingers twitching as they rained death upon there enemy. The very earth beneath their feed began to rumble and crack, a shape rose from the ground, floating lumps of earth began to assault the sarnak horde. blow after blow crushing the life from the enemy as the Magi summoned there own army. The 3 fighters continued to whirl in an ever widening circle, 3 becoming 4 then 5 as others joined them. still more joined the group, seemingly popping from nowhere, each proudly wearing the badge of the Twilights Circle. The Wolf barked orders left and right, each one followed without question, clerics healed, the weariness of the fight washed away in a wave of extasy. Then three steped back from the circle, They could almpost have been triplets, so close were they in apperance. Three rangers, skills unmatched with the bow, the circle of warriors continued to spin about them, enchanters, wizards, magi, even necromancvers of the circle had joined the frey, now they numberd 40, it was time to strike back. The Wolf, one of the three, turned to the east, and pointed at the large figure if a D'Izok warlord. hos armour dripping in the blood of a thousand sacrifices. Unlimbering his bow, he glanced at the other two rangers, as they did the same, nocking the first arrow the three loosed as one, shafts arcing high across the battlefield, markers that fell just short of their target. Again they loosed a shaft, this time dead on target, the three arrows burried themselves in the warlords shield. Then the rangers began to chant slowly, methodicaly, there eyes glowed with an inner fire that spread across there bows, covering the arrows with a blue green fire. The Wolf began to chant louder and louder, as the three began to rain arrows down on the warlord, shaft after shaft burried themselves into the shield, each weakening it just a little more, each striking with such force that the warlord was forced back a step. Meanwhile the cicle of warriors had formed into a rough line, no more were the sarnak atacking from all sides, they had been reduced to barely enough to keep the 40 at bay. Slowly the wariors pushed forwards, beheading sarnak after sarnak, untill only one was left. now they surrounded him, and still arrow after arrow poured into the warlords armoured form, with no time to defend himself against both fronts he raised his arms to the air, a shrill warcry sounded as the wolf loosed his final arrow. Time stopped as that precious shaft flew through the air, casters of all forms unleashed the last of their magic against the warlord as the knights and wariors charged in for the kill, in one fluid motion the Twilights released hell. The warlord fell. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I am the wolf said he, I am the hunter who will slay for you, I am the defender who will save you, I am the friend who will comfort you. I am the wolf said he, and I will always be the wolf. The wolf is in me, the wolf is with me. I am the wolf said he. I am the bear said she, I am the strength that will sustain you. Be the wolf. --------------------------------------------------------------------- The most striking thing about this, is that I learned a short while ago that my RL surname, means wolf.... <div align="center"> <img src="http://durelen.users.btopenworld.com/images/dksig.jpg" width="633" height="191">Images by<a href="http://www.eqpixelarmy.com/"> t-king</a> and <a href="http://www.eqpixelarmy.com/">eq pixel army</a></div>

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