K. This is a semi-good copy. Please give honest opinions, point out spelling errors, grammar errors, or words that would just sound better. This is chapter one. I am writing a prologue atm, cuz I do my stuff backwards. Kinda. Gimme an opinion. Chapter one-Deserter Sparks flew. A sharp metallic clang ran through the deserted area of town. Swords flying, slashing, thrusting. One opponent looking to gain an edge. It didnt take long until their blades locked, then seperated, Anar lunged towards the soldier, his long billowing cloak sweeping around him. Where it opens from the movement a thin skintight metallic covering is revealed. If one had enough time to notice they would see that the armor appeared to contort to his every move, in perfect sync with his body. The middle-aged soldier across from him dressed in the usual wear for Ilstavian guards. A simple leather covering in the arms and legs with a small metal plate to cover the chest area, however that is all the real armor a guard carries, allowing him mobility and comfort, but a lot of vulnerable areas. This soldier sidestepped Anars lunge and brought his own short sword up towards Anar's chest. Anar swiftly twirled to his left, catching the soldier unawares, with a quick flick of the wrist Anar's blade met the soldiers throat. Barely drawing blood as a small drip rolled down the heavily breathing guard's neck. "Where is it?" Hissed Anar. "I don't know what you are talking about!" grunted the soldier. "What the hell are you talking bout? Why are you leaving?" "Hmph, they don't tell you much of anything eh?" With a look of disgust apparent on Anar's face he lowered his sword down to his side."Where would she put it, and why? Does she not trust me? Doesn..." However, Anar couldn't finish his thought. The soldier suddenly lunged at Anar. In a desperate attempt to disarm Anar the soldier reached fir Anars sword. Succeeding only to produce a very deep cut his hand. With sudden squirt of blood that gushed onto Anar, bloodying his cloak Anar reacted. One quick uppercut to the soldiers neck and the soldier dropped to the bare dirt road, blood soon pooling onto the ground from his mortal wound. Anar looked hauntingly down upon his victim. "So falls another father, another husband, another son. He falls to the ridiculous idea of loyalty to ones country. The fool." Anar spat a small amount of saliva and blood onto the ground beside the guard in disgust. Making no attempt to cover the body he took off down the deserted street of Lower Ilastravia heading towards the Grand Altar. "No your Highness, we have not heard any news regarding the turncoat" A seemingly calm older man rose steadily from a kneeling position to talk to his Queen. "I understand. Keep looking. I want him back alive. Also... Gornund....would you please stop calling him that?" "Yes, your Highness, my sincerest apologies. Ma'am, if I may be so bold as to ask, do you have any orders as of yet? We can't let the tur....we cannot allow Anar too much freedom." Gorunds face immediately flushed when he realized his mistake. "Orders...oh yes. Tell the soldiers that they are not to engage him in combat under no means. Also, about the sword...." "The sword has already been moved. I shall notify all the soldiers of your request immediately." With that Gorund, the attendant to the Queen, scurried out of the long throne room, past ten guards posted by the doorway, and out into the corridor. With a deep sigh the Queen rose from her throne. A royal blue cape unfurled behind her. With her soft gilded and bejeweled armor she seemed to reflect the sunlight coming in from the nearby windows etched exquisitely of stained glass carefully detailing all the main points of Ilstravia's history. She un-did a strap at her waist allowing the thin silver sword at her side to fall to the hard stone floor. Pulling on a string by her neck allowed the cape to float down to the marble floor landing in a crumpled heap. "Oh my dear son, where have you gone?" Walking towards a nearby marble pillar she leaned upon it. Hugging it ferociously. Begging it for support. Within mere seconds her body was wracked with violent shakes and tears dripped onto the smooth cold floor below her.
Hm... Blacksmith's progress.....,. I got it! Currently, Cygnus is forging the blade and staff for the pair. The Gods' Hammer strikes against the metal with such force and power, that it awakens the evil prematurely.... He can only hope they make it to him in time..... Or something like that
I may have to add crinus to it cause you'll need the properties of something from Edam and the staff has to be able to morph to a bow for Lynet I suggest u hold off on weapons because u need THE ITEMS *mysterious* Lol I'd like u to start on the armour Lightweight but strong and both magic conductors no metal for Lynet I'll have to make a detour in crinus's passage to the coral wells and the aura whatserface
There it stood. Tall and majestic. But closer inspection would prove something entirely different. Where it's hooves were planted on the bare earth flames sprouted out from them like weeds. The mane was a wall of flame, twisting and contorting to every shape but never dying. Strange symbols. Symbols that seemed sinister, demonic even, were etched all over it's body in intricate patterns. How's that?
YOU ARE MY SALVATION! I can finally write the chapter now!!! Thank you, Del! I makes wallart
OOPS I can't tell u who that bow is for cheese but I do know that TWO are being made and that one is for a person other than Lynet (it's not for me either)
I messed up on that post about the bow being for lynet sorry it's actually really honestly two bows being made.