Any writers out there?

[kingevil]

Originally posted by Psychotic

Originally posted by Arbiter
Remember that infamous "How did you spend you summer?" texts we had to write when we came back to school after summer holidays?

Tell me about it!

I write, but I haven't written anything in a while. I'll read trough your text a bit later Maleficus.

yeah , curse those text X(. Nice story , malificus .

[Maleficus8953]

I do this in honor of a good friend, and a fellow writer:

The Emptiness of Fate

An arrow cracked a man?s skull next to me, showering blood all over my caked face. His bloody visage fell limp as his livid grimace drooled blood, and his body lifelessly collapsed to its own weight. I sensed a presence from behind me. Unshaken, I brewed hate and primitive rage as I turned, sword in hand, ready for the kill. Lusting after such weakness I saw in my enemy, I mercilessly hacked through his hesitant torso, rolled to my side, instinctively dodging a two-handed blow. I laughed inside my head, as I sprung up from the ground and plunged the bloodied blade into his breast plate, causing shards of armor to splinter into his soft chest. He yelped weakly as I turned and brutally split his head in two. His body awkwardly collapsed, and I pursued the next enemy from behind. My mind started to whir, I no longer recognized feeling, colors, shapes, no meaning. All I saw was blurred images of frenzied soldiers, fighting like demons, resorting to nails, and teeth if necessary. Things blurred more, and the next moment I see murky brown. The maniacal ritual slowed. A sensation at my foot, a flinch at my knee, a jerk of the neck. Two swords splitting the air. Adrenalin impelling me at a haunting level, I regained vision, and dove forth, vying for the attacker?s legs. A deep laugh, and thin air.
Lying vulnerable, the enemy quickly responded.
Sick of writhing on the ground like some tied up lizard, I quickly popped up behind my pursuer?s knee. Not thinking for one second I plunged my saber into the back of his calf, twist and pull.
The man deafened the feverish battlefield with such disgusting gurgles of agony. I stood and came down hard on his exposed breastplate, ending the inspirational duel-wielding warrior.
My soldiers appeared from the calculated possession, to rally to my side. They were after all my guardians. They would take me to the archers to signal the volleys.
?My horse!?
Efemis, the one closest to me, for an instant looked as if he had wronged me.
He shook his head,, ?Im sorry sir,?
I laughed to myself, ?Its fine, really. Just get me another one.?
?Sir?, he bowed fervently, and for the next few moments I waited there, breathing in the destitution of the slain and nauseating images of the battle. My guardians still stood alert, as if machinery, or well trained watch dogs.
?My Lord!?A soldier about twenty paces away lead a small speckled horse to me.
Lifting myself aboard, I galloped to the archers at the bank.
The bitter frost nagged at my ears and at my wits, tugging at my body as if to drag me from my duty. As if the very air was against me, but, I will not think that way. No, I am the victor of this battle. I will not reveal any sign of weakness, nothing but cold steel and flesh, soaked in what seemingly was the only common thing between me and my enemy, blood.
The substitute horse galloped as if burdened by a man three times my size- clearly owned by no more then an archer or a siege worker. The dim blue light was not so contrasting to the even less lively archers. I understood completely that they were tired, but surely no more tired then I. Piss and vinegar, They moved so slowly! My blood boiled, and I felt the raspy commander that knew no rest come back to me.
I angrily kicked the horse and came along side the homogeneous mass.
?Men! We have a whole war to fight! You of all people should fecking know that we have to win! Do you all want to die!? Im telling you all that this battle is now contingent on you!!?
I pointed at to a shaking lower class men and knew the eyes into which that coward stared into, eyes of cold steel. ?All of you!? I looked across at the helmeted, more poised archers, to the intermediates, who bore the common expression fear, but not witless.
I then ordered the captains of each regiment to mount and ride with me to a nearby hill, which I knew was were we would take our stand. We heard nothing, the snowy ground seemed to pacify
all sounds, so that our drive was met with peace, making for a grueling struggle to keep aware.
The twelve of us came up to the hill, and for a second I forgot to breath. There before us stood the enemy, who had not even been fought. No. What I had fought before was the skirmishers, the mere peasantry in the battle, the ones you send in expecting to die.
Dry mouthed and nauseated, I unconventionally kicked my horse and led the similarly affected captains away from the scene.
Reeling in shock, I kicked the dwarfed pony towards where the archers lie in wait.
The captains galloped around the archer regiments to the room between the archers.
Not waiting for a second to tell the archers, I galloped on past them.
?Retreat!!?
The captains followed in and led the short-legged archers who now corrupted the serene white with footprints and screams.
I turned to view the enemy just creeping over the hill, their forms slowly rising over the white bank.
Adrenalin raced through my mind and ligaments, I compelled the smallish horse as if it were a third limb to carry me and the men away from the approaching army.
A loud horn that seemed to pierce the muffled serenity of the snow sounded, and my spiked heels bit into the horse?s sides even harder.
?Run men!! Run!!!?
I turned to face the white hill again, trails of black could be seen sprouting off of the unified mass, riding at a inhuman pace.
An archer fell to the ground clutching his side. A glimpse of shock pulsated through my body, as I wondered if that shot had been intended for me.
Far away, a glimmer of a polished weapon reflected as it raised as if to reload amidst the black cloak of the leading rider
?Hurry men!!!!?
I galloped ahead and the archer-captains tightly trailed me.
Find cover. Something, anything. My mind assessed every physical possibility as I spanned the terrain. Nothing. A thick blanket of monotony covered everything. The safe-haven was unreachable, and the riders would catch up with us if we tried.
Then out of a hazy thicket of rushed thoughts came a painful spearhead, which I forcefully pushed aside. No..not today. This day I fight.
I turned around in anguish and tortured reluctance. I drew my sword, gripping it tightly and pulling it out, breaking the seem of frost. All of me hated my present circumstances, but my comrades hated it more.
I dismounted and ordered the furrowed captains to do the same.
I looked at them, and with an assuring countenance, began my charge toward the archers who had their sabers pulled out, fighting in a rigid and painfully non-effective manner. They were dropping like flies, screaming into the unsympathetic snow.
The riders were quite feirce, black as the night, swinging with no audible grunts, or from the stress of the blade hitting armor. No, this was their job. They seemed to work in a defensive weave of sorts, for they blocked each others blows, and killed each other?s current foe.
Throwing off the fascination, I brought my sword up high, and ran towards the wraith?s with all that I had left. The captains followed.
A wraith with a sword ready to plunge into one of my comrades was swiftly elected.
I ducked low and cleaved the horses legs from underneath it. I heard no sound. No horse whinnying, no surprised rider. The two pieces of the horse slid off each other, and the bulk of the horse toppled to the ground.
All of the riders suddenly froze in their tracks, some midblow.
(Writers Block!!!)

[raggidman]

How dare you have writer's block, I was enjoying that. :yes: X(

[Maleficus8953]

im glad you were enjoying it!
Ill continue the story and post the rest some other time.
yea, i dont know what should happen after the riders freeze, any suggestions?