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hamroun12
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Legend of Niflehiemers
Vlath quickly was growing tired of playing the dandy magister, his
dark mood was only darkened by the cold silence of his journey. Finally
he could stand no more. 'How the hell do you stand it up here' cried
Vlath, 'I’ve walked bare foot across the Ashland’s. Swam to
Vvardenfell. By Moonshadow I slept through the Dagon invasion! But dear
god man I can’t stand it up here'. 'Shut your trap' snapped Thurn, yet
the agitated dark elf continued. 'I could be living comfortably right
now, my own harem! With enough horses, children and women to last a
life time. A respected family I'm from, as a child they used to call me
prince of the Ainab, and here I am trudging through Niflehie-' He was
suddenly cut off by the giant fur fist smashing into his face. His cold
fury saved him. He restrained himself; I can’t let this filthy animal reveal my disguise.
He quickly fell to the floor. 'I swear by Ysmears beard, if you don’t
shut that mouth of yours I’ll rip off your-' 'Ok ok I get it, i'l shut
up' the two odd companions continued through the snow, barely a word
spoken after the sudden outburst. It was as dusk approached that the
dumner decided to break the silence, ‘shouldn’t we make camp now?’ ‘Not
yet’ the gruff barbarian growled. Colder than the mountain he
thought ‘but its getting dark!’ ‘I know’ Vlath could see that he was
getting more agitated, but the numbness in his limbs left little room
for delicacy. ‘Now I know you Nords have ice for blood but if I don’t
get a rest I'm leaving and as much as you’d like that, I know you need
me’
They come. The shrouded figures surrounded it, each
brimming with animal savagery. Around it, they gathered with childlike
anticipation of the coming slaughter. Disgust. He felt it in the air, he could smell it, taste it even breath it. Yet he could not feel it. Immortality has its price thought the thing, and the price is service,
he projected his thoughts to the foul lycanthropic creatures around
him, they were not of Hircines blessed, of the wolf, bear, and tiger.
The master called them once men- It pushed such thoughts from its head.
The master demands service, the scroll must be protected; it
repeated the dark mantra in its mind, it turned to continued to observe
its company, tall as ogres, with a thick coat of fur, he could see the
variation in tones seemed to single status. With the black and white
being the lesser of the pack. Leaving the giant husk of gold fur to be
the alpha male. He began to speak, then an idea accured to him. Yet all
that came out was a foul screech, filled of pain, terror and hate. So
much hate. Irritated now, he turned to the golden terror beside him. To the slaughter.
Thurn didn’t hear the screech, he felt it, it coursed through him,
shaking his very soul , all he could hear, all he could feel, all he
could see was pure Terror. Not basic fear like we know, no this was
something worse, this fear was crippling. He couldn’t move, he was
going to die. The fear was building. He couldn’t breath. He tore at his
face. ‘STOP’ he screamed he began to cry, his strength draining save me
please, he was surrounded by a swirl of dark purple light. ‘And that,
my big hairy friend is why I am here’ Vlath stated, that typical
mischievous elven smile painted across his face. ‘Thank you’ Thurn
splattered as oxygen rushed back into his lungs ‘I am in your debt’ he
said, his breathing returning to normal. As the usually invulnerable
Nord regained his composure, Vlath turned to view the skyline. All
traces of the timid whiner gone with the Nords aura of invincibility,
which confirms my fears. One of the lichrathopes has found us. We can
expect quite the reception from Niflehiem… let’s continue. But be on
your guard.
The more he thought about it, the more thurn thought he was lucky to be
alive after throwing that punch. He could see that every movement,
every action was calculated. Balanced, this was no mere mage. His every
move marked him as a warrior of unparalleled class and skill. He cursed
himself, this smelt dirty. He could feel it. How could he have been so
stupid!! What sort of a warrior takes a job from a man that got him
drunk!
Dont worry its a work in progress plz post your opinions I encourage
criticism even if its to say its crap and plz give me some ideas for
this and anything to come 
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This post has been edited 5 time(s), it was last edited by hamroun12: 01.07.2008 08:38.
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Siegfried
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Interesting, you're off to a good start.
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hamroun12
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would it be ok if this book is put in to have it in various volumes?
I'm thinking 5 vl's for people who cba reading mor thean 10pages...
like me 
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hamroun12
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Section Two Is Finished!!
As they Trugded through the mountain pass, Vlath found himself
recalling his search for the scroll of the evernights. He was a young
hunter when it first touched his life, an ash Lander through and
through. Then the Undead attacked and he was left with smouldering
ruins for a home. He and three of his tribe were the only survivors.
Survivors but not friends. As obvious heir apparent to their pathetic
tribe they plotted to kill him. Tired of seeing his kin slain he fled. fled, fled for the first and last time
it was by some miracle, roaming alone through the Ashland’s that he
came across a city, thinking himself walking into a supply store he
approached the counter, putting his had in his pocket he went to draw a
golden goblet he had found lying in the desert. How that goblet would
change his life… its first action was this, as he went to draw it
forth, 5 shrouded figures put blades to his neck, thinking himself
attacked he ducked, cutting his neck slightly, he drew his short sword,
winding the nearest asailent he went to dash for the door, far too late
for the man to his left, of average height, face and weight. Nothing
remarkable about this man right? Wrong. With inhuman speed he was
grabbed and pinned to the floor. ‘you would dare draw blade in the
house of Mephala’ demanded the Dumner in his ear ‘wha-‘ he began, but
was cut off short by the black robed figure strolling through the hall,
‘do you mean?’ Vlath was dumbstruck, how did she kno- ‘what your were
about to say?’ again he found himself speechless, ‘don’t kill him, he
thought this place was a store.
He was released by the man, he made to bolt, but was stopped by her
enchanting voice ‘wait Vlath’ he turned to look at the average man, he
was shocked to see complete and utter terror in his eyes. Only his
obvious iron clad self control kept the guy from throwing up he
thought. ‘Oh don’t look so terrified Seyd, I’m not here for you’ the
man immediately bowed low ‘yes lady’ the shrouded woman turned to look
at Vlath. ‘I do love fate don’t you Vlath? But you’ve got a bad case of
speechless now don’t you so ill talk. I want you to join my little
cadre of darkness dear, youv shown yourself to have quite a bit of
potential. And you will not say no. welcome to the Morang tong’.
It was not until much later that he learned the enchanting woman that
spoke to them was Mephala, but he had a feeling. Seyd served as his
guide and mentor during his training. Vlath was training was far beyond
that of any other minor assassin. But he was still young, so when he
approached his tutor on the matter he was scolded without mercy, ‘don’t
be such an idiot, an assassin in mind and body, asses the situation
have I taught you nothing?!’ for the first time in his short life he
had sized up his mentor as an assassin, not a student. He took in the
dark skin typical of the Dumner, the blood red iris, and the long point
of his elven ears, his slight lean to his left which indicated a
preferred use of the right hand. Yes he had learned well. That night
and for many nights after he had pained and mused over the reason as to
his training regime, then one night it occurred to him, Mephala didn’t
appear to everyone or anyone. he was singled out.
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The Legend Of Niflehiem