Post by strider on Jul 13, 2007 8:57:12 GMT -6
Kaaru sat upright as Racthoh continued his evaluation of the war’s progression. The officers of the guild had gathered together in the dimly lit main tent of the encampment. They sat around a large wooden table with maps spread across it, their fearless leader at the head. Racthoh made motions across the maps to indicate the movement of enemy troops, and the officers listened intently to his words. Rather, most of the officers listened intently.
They had suffered severe casualties, and the war was spreading uncontrollably. It was ready to spill over into the continent of Elona. As usual, the strider let his mind wander as he gazed into the murky reflections of the ale in his mug and mused on his past.
Elona, huh?
*****
“How dare you!?” the princess exclaimed as she stormed across her room. She was stunningly beautiful, yet extremely hot-tempered. She grabbed hold of an intricate purple glass vase that sat empty on one of her dressers and prepared to toss it at the handsome young strider who stood in her room.
“Wait! Hold on!” he exclaimed. He then revealed the bouquet of multi-colored tulips he had been holding behind his back. “These are for you…”
“Oh…,” she stopped suddenly, her eyes wide-eyed in a pleasurable shock. Her demeanor changed almost instantly. Her anger seemed to melt away as she smiled cheerfully. She ran up to him, kissed him on the cheek, and took the bouquet. “They’re beautiful.”
Kaaru sighed, relieved to be in the clear. The princess hummed happily as she arranged the fresh tulips in the vase she had originally intended to use as a weapon. She walked over to her dresser and placed the vase on top. She continued to fix the arrangement of the flowers, radiating a soothing warmth with her lovely smile. The strider stood captivated by her beauty, an unmatched beauty that could still time itself. She hesitated for a moment, and her eyes shifted over to a lamp beside the newly filled vase. With one swift movement, she grabbed the lamp and hurled it at Kaaru.
Kaaru stepped aside as the lamp flew by him and crashed onto the wall behind. Broken glass, ceramics, and oil spilled everywhere.
“What…?” he said, puzzled.
“You’re not getting off that easily,” she said. Apparently, she was still very angry. Despite her anger, she still seemed so beautiful. Perhaps it was the cute wrinkle over her nose or the way she stormed around so passionately, but Kaaru could not get over her stunning looks.
“Wait,” he stated, “Honey, let’s be reasonable about this.”
“Reasonable!?” she yelled. “I’ll show you reasonable!”
She stomped over to the large closet by her bedside, her large teal skirt flowing softly with her motion. She wore a dress made of soft and silky material, and it complimented her figure very well. It was ornamented with large silver jewelry that hung from her waist. She opened her closet and pulled out a large magnificently designed scythe. The handles were adorned with beautiful and intricate designs, and the head connected to the large blade sparkled with the jewels affixed onto the weapon. The smoothly polished blade glinted with the reflection of light.
Despite the weapon’s size and weight, she wielded it effortlessly. She walked over to Kaaru and made a high horizontal swing aimed at his head. The nimble strider ducked and avoided the blow.
There was a loud thud. As he stood back up, he noticed that the blade of her scythe was stuck ¾ of the way into the wall beside him.
“Hey!” he exclaimed. “That was a real swing!”
“Of course that was a real swing! I’m trying to kill you!” She braced her knee against the wall as she struggled to pull her weapon out. “Now help me… ugnh… get this out… erff… so I can take another swing…”
“Now why would I go and do that?” he said as he placed his hand on the weapon, leaning his weight in to prevent her from pulling it out. He smiled a charming smile at her.
She narrowed her eyes at him in anger. A strange glow began to emit from her as a light mist swirled around her.
“Aw hell…” he sighed. Some Elonians had the mystical ability to take on the forms and abilities of the gods. Judging by the red glow in her eyes and the large spikes that emerged menacingly from her back, she was about to take on the avatar of Balthazar, the god of war. “This is bad…”
He had to act fast, or he would be in really big trouble. He lunged over to her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and spun around. The momentum of his spin pulled her away from the scythe lodged deep into the wall, and he dropped her gently onto her large bed. He braced both of her arms with his own, using the weight of his body to pin her down. He leaned in and kissed her passionately.
She struggled momentarily, and then melted away as she gave in to sweeping warmth of his kiss. He let go of her arms, and she wrapped them around him in an embrace.
“How could you forget my birthday…?” she whispered softly.
“I didn’t,” he replied, “but I was away on a mission.”
“Still...”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he said softly as she gently pulled him in for another kiss.
*****
“Strider?” Angel whispered as she nudged him with her elbow. The monk had noticed that his attention seemed to be elsewhere while the officers were discussing possible strategies. “Are you okay?”
“Hmmm?” he replied. “Yeah, I’m ok.”
Elona…
He smiled and took a big swig of ale.
My Hime… that girl will be the death of me…
They had suffered severe casualties, and the war was spreading uncontrollably. It was ready to spill over into the continent of Elona. As usual, the strider let his mind wander as he gazed into the murky reflections of the ale in his mug and mused on his past.
Elona, huh?
*****
“How dare you!?” the princess exclaimed as she stormed across her room. She was stunningly beautiful, yet extremely hot-tempered. She grabbed hold of an intricate purple glass vase that sat empty on one of her dressers and prepared to toss it at the handsome young strider who stood in her room.
“Wait! Hold on!” he exclaimed. He then revealed the bouquet of multi-colored tulips he had been holding behind his back. “These are for you…”
“Oh…,” she stopped suddenly, her eyes wide-eyed in a pleasurable shock. Her demeanor changed almost instantly. Her anger seemed to melt away as she smiled cheerfully. She ran up to him, kissed him on the cheek, and took the bouquet. “They’re beautiful.”
Kaaru sighed, relieved to be in the clear. The princess hummed happily as she arranged the fresh tulips in the vase she had originally intended to use as a weapon. She walked over to her dresser and placed the vase on top. She continued to fix the arrangement of the flowers, radiating a soothing warmth with her lovely smile. The strider stood captivated by her beauty, an unmatched beauty that could still time itself. She hesitated for a moment, and her eyes shifted over to a lamp beside the newly filled vase. With one swift movement, she grabbed the lamp and hurled it at Kaaru.
Kaaru stepped aside as the lamp flew by him and crashed onto the wall behind. Broken glass, ceramics, and oil spilled everywhere.
“What…?” he said, puzzled.
“You’re not getting off that easily,” she said. Apparently, she was still very angry. Despite her anger, she still seemed so beautiful. Perhaps it was the cute wrinkle over her nose or the way she stormed around so passionately, but Kaaru could not get over her stunning looks.
“Wait,” he stated, “Honey, let’s be reasonable about this.”
“Reasonable!?” she yelled. “I’ll show you reasonable!”
She stomped over to the large closet by her bedside, her large teal skirt flowing softly with her motion. She wore a dress made of soft and silky material, and it complimented her figure very well. It was ornamented with large silver jewelry that hung from her waist. She opened her closet and pulled out a large magnificently designed scythe. The handles were adorned with beautiful and intricate designs, and the head connected to the large blade sparkled with the jewels affixed onto the weapon. The smoothly polished blade glinted with the reflection of light.
Despite the weapon’s size and weight, she wielded it effortlessly. She walked over to Kaaru and made a high horizontal swing aimed at his head. The nimble strider ducked and avoided the blow.
There was a loud thud. As he stood back up, he noticed that the blade of her scythe was stuck ¾ of the way into the wall beside him.
“Hey!” he exclaimed. “That was a real swing!”
“Of course that was a real swing! I’m trying to kill you!” She braced her knee against the wall as she struggled to pull her weapon out. “Now help me… ugnh… get this out… erff… so I can take another swing…”
“Now why would I go and do that?” he said as he placed his hand on the weapon, leaning his weight in to prevent her from pulling it out. He smiled a charming smile at her.
She narrowed her eyes at him in anger. A strange glow began to emit from her as a light mist swirled around her.
“Aw hell…” he sighed. Some Elonians had the mystical ability to take on the forms and abilities of the gods. Judging by the red glow in her eyes and the large spikes that emerged menacingly from her back, she was about to take on the avatar of Balthazar, the god of war. “This is bad…”
He had to act fast, or he would be in really big trouble. He lunged over to her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and spun around. The momentum of his spin pulled her away from the scythe lodged deep into the wall, and he dropped her gently onto her large bed. He braced both of her arms with his own, using the weight of his body to pin her down. He leaned in and kissed her passionately.
She struggled momentarily, and then melted away as she gave in to sweeping warmth of his kiss. He let go of her arms, and she wrapped them around him in an embrace.
“How could you forget my birthday…?” she whispered softly.
“I didn’t,” he replied, “but I was away on a mission.”
“Still...”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he said softly as she gently pulled him in for another kiss.
*****
“Strider?” Angel whispered as she nudged him with her elbow. The monk had noticed that his attention seemed to be elsewhere while the officers were discussing possible strategies. “Are you okay?”
“Hmmm?” he replied. “Yeah, I’m ok.”
Elona…
He smiled and took a big swig of ale.
My Hime… that girl will be the death of me…