Post by Grafh on Jun 10, 2007 6:48:45 GMT -6
The smell of salt water was strong, the sound of waves and people working filled the docks. "He doesn’t trust my skills, why does he have me waste my time at the docks". Dahnel’s mind was wondering again, his first duty as an elite guardsman and he was already getting bored. He now stood firm at the entrance to the customs office in his new silver mail armour, dressed in the exact same uniform as his father, sword horizontal across his lower back (as was common to the backhanded style of swordsmanship of the Orrian guard). "Someone of my skill should be hunting real criminals, or even guarding the palace itself". He was drifting into deep thought again. "hmm well I’ll prove myself , they will all see..". Slowly looking down at the stone path he noticed something odd, The pebbles and dust on the floor was vibrating, moving even, if ever so slightly. Quickly he unfolded his arms and knelt down to inspect further. What followed was a huge crashing sound like thunder and a rumbling that nearly knocked him down, but he quickly used his arms to counterbalance himself before standing fully again. “A quake ?” he thought to himself, but before he had time to confirm he heard the shouts of the town folk. “THE CHARR …THE CHARR ARE HERE …GUARDS, GUARDS !!..”. Quickly leaving his post Dahnel took of up the path towards the town centre, where anarchy had ensued. At the circular fountain that marked the centre of the city, Temporary defences had been erected and a mass of imperial officers where attempting to keep the main gates to residential district sealed to prevent civilian casualties. “Dahnel Taijuir Reporting for duty sir !” he reported. “ah Taijuir there you are !” replied the captain. “listen, Taijuir …Orr cannot be saved through the strength of its army on this day ..but the vizier claims to have a powerful incantation that could destroy the invaders ..”. The captain sounded 
with his last statement. “But if that fails then all is lost, Dahnel …this is not your fight, I have other orders for you ..”. Dahnel looked disappointed “But sir ..I can be of much use when it comes to combat with..” he was cut short by the captain “No! you are to gather as many people as you can and get the hell out of here !”. Dahnel froze for a second in thought “but but…”. “JUST GO DAHNEL !” …he turned around to head back the way he came but stopped after a few paces. “Sir, what of my father !” he shouted over the town square. “Your father would die for Orr …you must live !”
Racthoh walked down the steps of the palace, sword now sheathed, before coming to a pause. “Your son …?” he thought to himself. He had killed countless fathers in battle before, but this time something was out of place, almost an emptiness that is usually filled with the thrill of victory. Shaking the feeling from his head he set of back towards the southern gate where a young strider had secured the Scars Meadows patrol caravan. “What of the Orrions ?” the young strider asked. “They are fools!” Racthoh replied, the fight with Garrahl still fresh in his mind.
Dahnel awoke to the bright light of the morning sun beaming down onto the deck. He peered around to see a handful of Orrions laying down on the deck, exhausted from the previous days events and still mourning their fallen family and friends at the hands of the Charr. He sat up and noticed just one man standing, the man steering the boat, the captain of the trade ship that was delivering goods to Orr from Amnoon, this was his ship. “How long before we arrive at Amnoon?” Dahnel inquired. The captain sighed with grief “About a day …at most, I’m not used to carrying this many passengers”.
with his last statement. “But if that fails then all is lost, Dahnel …this is not your fight, I have other orders for you ..”. Dahnel looked disappointed “But sir ..I can be of much use when it comes to combat with..” he was cut short by the captain “No! you are to gather as many people as you can and get the hell out of here !”. Dahnel froze for a second in thought “but but…”. “JUST GO DAHNEL !” …he turned around to head back the way he came but stopped after a few paces. “Sir, what of my father !” he shouted over the town square. “Your father would die for Orr …you must live !”Racthoh walked down the steps of the palace, sword now sheathed, before coming to a pause. “Your son …?” he thought to himself. He had killed countless fathers in battle before, but this time something was out of place, almost an emptiness that is usually filled with the thrill of victory. Shaking the feeling from his head he set of back towards the southern gate where a young strider had secured the Scars Meadows patrol caravan. “What of the Orrions ?” the young strider asked. “They are fools!” Racthoh replied, the fight with Garrahl still fresh in his mind.
Dahnel awoke to the bright light of the morning sun beaming down onto the deck. He peered around to see a handful of Orrions laying down on the deck, exhausted from the previous days events and still mourning their fallen family and friends at the hands of the Charr. He sat up and noticed just one man standing, the man steering the boat, the captain of the trade ship that was delivering goods to Orr from Amnoon, this was his ship. “How long before we arrive at Amnoon?” Dahnel inquired. The captain sighed with grief “About a day …at most, I’m not used to carrying this many passengers”.
