Lands of Darkness

[Centauri18]

You need to edit some of these posts to fix some of the punctuation, but maybe that's just me.

[Easthaven I]

What do you mean? How many posts were that bad? I couldn't find any serious punctuation errors, could you point one out for me?

[unscratchedfoot]

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Hey East you had to go and challenge someone to find a puking smiley and our Scratch came through in his inimitable style.

When can we expect to see some more ?

[Centauri18]

Okay, then it is just me. Sorry.
And Scratch, shut the hell up.

[Easthaven I]

lol. Its like reading a second story just reading your guys' posts.


I was busy this weekend, will get something up within monday or tuesday.

[vovan]

We'll be waiting for the next shipment of goods then. This is some good stuff. Gotta love that map.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Its Wednesday Mr Shaven like wheres the goods ?

[Easthaven I]

Lol. My bad. I've been busy and sick lately and just looking at the bright screen for long periods of time gave me the urge to shove my fist through it.

We'll see...I'm not going to say when because it seems everytime I do I never fulfill it but when I don't tell you when the next shipment comes, it comes rollin in quick. Be patient, young maximus, it will come soon...

I'm happy to know you're waiting for it, though. A good motivator, knowing others are waiting.

Shaven...lol...that one's new.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Young Maximus eh, thats sewn it up for you now, youll always get my votes from now on you flatterer you.

Im off to tell me missus that you said I am young he he shell probably either laugh or fall down dead.

Thanks at any rate from a rather young 30 something Roman General from Stoke_On_Trent in the UK, you know the place itrs where they make all the toilets.

[Easthaven I]

Wait a minute, I'm not the only slacker. What's taking The Fight for Freedom so long? Its not even on the first page anymore.

tsk tsk tsk...

[vovan]

You are telling me that 30-something is not young? Young enough, IMHO, Chrisius.

As for you, my Shaven friend, stop changing the topic and get writing.

Very nice so far.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Yes East Baby youre right of course but due to circumstances at the moment I have not got time to write. As soon as things change Ill get back to writing I promise.

Thanks vovan

Yes sorry about the shaven thing I cant stop thinking about that Pus*y fluffy in SKILORDS story.

[Easthaven I]

Lands of Darkness

Vengeance begins in the West
March 1st 1467AD

By noon, the four hundred and ten Immortals and the fifteen Captain Generals were mounted upon their horses and readying themselves for their first steps towards war. For two months they’ve been training and drilling, remembering and regaining their past skills and talents.

Philip and Pavil were also trained and drilled, both becoming quite the warriors. For how could they not, being trained by the most talented and fearsome warriors…ever.

Fornalin crept upon a mound in front of the gathering, mounted upon his white stallion and cloaked in black, he spoke to his men.

“Immortals, we are to embark on the first step upon the most difficult of journeys. This is but the first time of many that we shall face insurmountable odds, for each group has no more than a hundred men. And each one shall face a force of possibly twice your number. And after, the four groups will gather and we will strike an even more dangerous army, the garrison of Fort Trilo. So I pray you, if you wish to die a glorious death upon the battlefield, I say wait…for we can not afford casualties.” He chuckled as he looked at the puzzled faces, “What I’m trying to say is…don’t die.”

A few hearty laughs erupted among the crowd

“So. Go with the guidance of our warrior ancestors. May you be swift with the sword and as cunning as a fox.” He took a final look upon the stationary crowd of warriors, “Ride Immortals! Ride and pay vengeance to the thieves of Persia!”

With the order, the crowd of horsemen cheered and began moving. Four different groups emerged from the mass, each riding in its own direction. One group in particular, led by a shadow upon a white stallion.

The thundering of hooves echoed, the four hundred and twenty-seven dispersed.


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March 5th 1467AD, a small village near Fort Medes.

“HAHA. Hehe. The rebel cried like a piglet!” Laughed Bera, a Russian officer. He gulped down his ale, not caring that most slivered down his chin and onto his chest. Twelve other Russian soldiers accompanied him in the bar, sitting at the four tables placed together.

“Yes! Hehe, and the wife threw that tomatoe at you in protest. That was very funny, indeed!” Laughed one of his subordinates. Bera’s smile quickly faded in objection.

“It wasn’t funny at all, you fool. She didn’t think it was funny either once I slit her throat.” He said as he took a chomp out of a loaf of bread. The others stopped laughing…a few chuckles were the exception.

These Russians were stationed in the area for over four years. The few resistors they encountered were but cranky peasants who were quickly killed for sport. So it wasn’t all that surprising that they didn’t notice the fifteen armed men scattered about the room, doing their business, some seated at the bar…others at the tables. Each of them entering the bar at different intervals. None of them were ever seen in these parts, but nobody objected or asked questions, for fear of Russian repercussions.

Neither did they notice when twelve of them casually walked up to and behind twelve of the seated Russians.

Nearly in unison each one pulled out a dagger and with a swift movement of the arm and wrist, they slit the throat of each drunkard. Blood splattered upon the table, gurgling sounds were heard of several of the victims.

Bera was struck with horror as he witnessed his comrades die within moments. His mouth gaped open, eyes as if lidless.

The man sitting silently at the bar came from behind and grabbed the Russian by the hair, and with his free hand he grabbed the loaf of bread and stuffed it in Bera’s gaping mouth.

Bera looked helplessly into the eyes of the man whose face beheld a vengeful look.

“I am sure the Persian woman would be laughing now.” As these final words reached Bera’s ear, Belisarius stuck his dagger below Bera’s belly button, and brought it up as if slicing an apple. Bera spasmed in horrid pain, but the other dark figures held him pinned to his chair. As the dagger forcefully carved through his body, blood gushed out along with organs and insides, flopping with the most uncomfortable sounds upon the floor. He moaned in agony, struggling from the grasp of his killers until finally life abandoned him. As Belisarius brought his dagger to the center of Bera’s chest he pulled it out. His whole arm soaked in blood, the dagger coated in it.

Young Belisarius turned and beheld the frightened Persians, staring in horror.

“Do not be afraid.” He said as he wiped his dagger on the dead man’s shoulder, “For the rule of the Russians has ended…and the glorious return of your kingdom and King has begun.”…


to be continued...

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OOC: Here's a little somethin somethin to satisfy your thirst...especially for blood!

Anykind of feedback appreciated. More to come.

[Centauri18]

Damn! A little graphic, don't you think?