 Styr the Stonewall - part three |
Liquid Cheese
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 Styr the Stonewall - part three |
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The bandit's blood sprayed from his chest, tainting the peaceful snow
that was settling around them. Styr knew this was a battle he could not
win, but for him, this fight he had sought was merely one last attempt
on the Crimson Wolves' jugular vain.
Another foolhardy bandit lunged forward towards Styr, meeting only the
force of the veterans warhammer. Younger bandits hoping to prove
themselves wielding nothing more than false confidence and rusty
longswords soon found themselves dead, face down in the bitter ice.
An experienced member of the Crimson Wolves stepped forward to the
fatigued Styr, eager to have a fair fight. Even the most heartless of
bandits soon tire of slaughtering peasants and this older bandit was no
exception. His fur breastplate was decorated with the skulls of many
bold adventurers who had previously underestimated his skill.
Styr stood motionless. The wind whispered through the fur trees
creating a false sense of peacefulness. If he was to make even the
slightest of nicks in the Crimson Wolves thick skin then he had to
remain focused, but the wind was not his ally and only served to break
his concentration as its icy chill wandered into his wounds.
The bandit lifted his axe above his head and began to move forward. The
snow crumbling under the weight of the brute that made his way towards
Styr. The crunching sped up as the bandit broke into a run, his large
arms strangling the shaft of the axe preparing for an almighty swing.
Styr lifted his warhammer in a similar fashion and broke into a run, to
meet the titan that raced towards him. The air screamed as the
warhammer and battleaxe hurled towards each other. The harsh clashing
of metal rolled down the mountain as iron met nordic steel, the head of
Styr's warhammer being ripped off in the blow.
Styr continued his swing, the bandits axe not having halted him at all,
the momentum spun him round completely. Still clutching the shattered
hammer in his hand, he drove it through the skull of the warrior and
out the other side, Styrs fist plunged deep into the head of the
bandit, the sweet sound of broken bones striking a mighty blow upon the
bandits' moral.
Panic swept amoungst the bandits, their arrogance dissipating into the
Frostfall air, half a dozen terrified bandits attacked at once,
desperate to be rid of the nord. Styr ripped the head of the felled
warriors corpse, and smashed it clean into another bandits face in
vain, as a flurry of steel came down upon his skin. The arrival of
fresh wounds only reminded him of the pain that the Crimson Wolves had
delivered to him, sending him into a furious rage. His eyes burned
brightly almost melting the snow that drifted peacefully. Styr's
bloodsoaked fists snatched the body of a cocky Bosmer bandit, his rage
making him oblivious to the storm of weaponry that fell upon him,
whilst the tiny bosmer screamed as a few petty misplaced bandit blows
rid him of his life. The corpse made a good weapon for Styr who began
to beat the other warriors into oblivion with the frail carcuss,
however it was only a matter of time until the body was nothing more
that blood in snow.
The vicious nord swayed in the wind as the blood loss began to take its
toll. Only one bandit appeared to remain standing. Despite Styr's
condition the bandit was beyond the point of terror, the only thing
keeping him from running was the knowledge that he would be found days
later when the nord warrior had recovered and then the battle would be
far less in his favour. The bandit charged, shield held forward and
sword held high, Styr made every attempt to remain concious, but even
so the mighty warrior could not stay upright. The avatar fell and as he
did the whole of Skyrim shook.
Styr's blood loss blurred the corpes together, the knowledge that his
own corpse would join them wouldn't have bothered him, if he knew there
was no more of the Crimson Wolves left standing, but as the last one
charged, the rage in Styr's heart burnt on. He reached out to grab
anything with enough strength to crush a man. Despite Styr's distain
towards the gods, they - or someone - was smiling down upon him.
His frostbitten hands met the grip of the fine nordic silver battle
axe, his eyes squinted to see the bandit who was moments away from Styr
but it was too late. The Crimson wolf plunged his sword into the nord,
the blade easily slipping through his worn skin and deep into his
chest. Blood ran through the coarse grooves of his mouth, as every last
ounce of life drained away. The young bandit looked down with relief.
He had felled the man no one else could, he was the sole remain Crimson
Wolf. A smug smile swept across his face, a smile that made Styr burn
inside.
And the fire inside Styr was one that no amount of steel could
extinguish. Every spark, glow and flame that swirled inside him came
together, and a created on last inferno. He spat. He spat every drop of
blood that had filled every last crevice in his mouth, the spray
covered the face of the bandit blinding him long enough for Styr to
deliver one final blow.
His grip tightened around the handle of the axe, the bandit raised his
sheild to meet to blow, but the axe split the thin sheet metal easily
and drove deep into the skull of the last remain burden upon Styr's
life.
The snowflakes fell for days after, and somewhere deep in the heart of
SKyrim, a could-be-legend was lost. Buried in the the snow and buried
in the depths of history.
I was bored so decided to write this, it is pretty late (past midnight
here) and there are probably hundreds of mistakes that I will correct
later. I started on part three because I wanted to do a good battle.
I'll fill in all the blanks in the other two parts another day. Hope
you enjoyed it. This post has been edited 1 time(s), it was last edited by Liquid Cheese: 11.02.2007 01:13.
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11.02.2007 01:11 |
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Alasdair
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Cool! 
I can't wait to read parts 1 and 2 now.
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11.02.2007 04:24 |
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cruxvader
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you a fan of baroque lit, liquid?
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13.02.2007 11:31 |
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Liquid Cheese
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I was planning on writing some more today but I accidentally fell
asleep whilst watching TV when I got back from school, and I'm now far
too drowsy.
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Originally posted by cruxvader
you a fan of baroque lit, liquid? |
Hmm not sure I've read any. Why?
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13.02.2007 21:02 |
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cruxvader
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Baroque lit has some compelling themes, and a lot are present in that
work. If you've read any English classics, being English and all, some
would be baroque. |
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