Slaying the Titans| OOC

NightyKnight · by NightyKnight on Fri Aug 22, 2008 1:33 am

I supose I get the honor for the first fantasy rp tongue

..."late that morning, as wwe reached the top of another slope, Krea slowed her pace. She halted, casting me a worried glance. Without a word, she raised her arm, pointing to the next ridge. A great gouge split the crest, looking as if the jaws of a mythic beast had clamped down at it ages ago, ripping away the very rocks. Even as I stared at the gouge, it seemed to stare back.

"I took the lead. Krea stayed at my heels, so close that I could hear her anxious breathing behind me. As we dropped down into the next scorched valley, I found myself scanning the rubble for something green, something living. But no springs bubbled here, no moss filled the cracks. The rocks lay as bare as my own hopes.

"Slowly, we climbed toward the great gorge. When at last we reached its very edge, Krea grabbed the sleeve of my tunic. For several seconds, she probed me with her gaze. Then, her voice a whisper, she spoke her first words of the day. 'The eye, you musn't look into the eye!'. I clasped the hilt of my seord. 'I'll do my best'.

"Setting my jaw, I handed her my staff. Then I marched into the gouge.

"As I stepped between the dark cliffs that rose sharply to either side, I felt as if I were striding into the open mouth of a monster. Pinnacles, as jagged as a dragon's teeth, jutted from the rims of the cliffs. As I moved deeper into the gorge, the air quivered ominously, as if shaken by footsteps that I could neither see nor hear. Yet I found nothing else. But for the jagged, black rocks, the place seemed utterly empty. No Daeshruth. No sign of anything living-nor dead.

" Thinking I might have missed something, I started to turn, when all of a sudden the wind lashed me again. The air before me darkened, then quivered. This time, however, it parted like an invisible curtain. Out of the air itself stepped a huge, muscled warrior, standing at least three times my size."

"Daeshruth! Towering above me, he seemed almost as broad as the cliffs themselves. His deep, wrathful growl echoed within the great gouge, as his heavy boots slammed down on the rocks. Slowly, he lifted his gleaming sword. I caught sight of the horns above his ears, and the dark brow over his one enormous eye, the eye, which mearest glance meant death. I quickly turned my sight away. 'I must look at something else. Not his head! The sword. I'll try the sword.' Barely had I focused on his broad, gleaming blade than it clashed against my own. My arm reeled from the powerful impact. Again he growled, then swung his weapon with even more force. I leaped to the side just as his blade crashed against the rocks where I had stood only a split second before. Sparks flew into the air, singeing my tunic. As the giant raised his arm to strike again, I thrust at him. But he spun away in time. Pivoting with uncanny speed, he charged straight at me, his sword slashing the air.

"Caught by suprise, I backed away. Suddenly my heel struck a rock, I hopped backward, trying desperately to keep my balance, but tumbled over in a heap. Daeshruth released a vengeful snalr as he marched towards me, it was all I could do to avoid looking into his face, his eye.

-Slaying a Giant, Chapter 30, Part 2. Written by Xaldor the Great, Deceased.
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Ok, story. The huge half giant, half demon Daeshruth continues to stalk the lands of Ashlon, leaving trails of destruction where he wanders. He remains undefeated by any brave adventurer to confront him, including the high archmage, Xaldor the Great. His sister, Krea, managed to survive the fight, and fled the gorge, returning to her forest home.

Many years have passed, and Daeshruth has grown in power. He has made friends. Big friends. Half-Giants, Frost Giants, Flame Giants, Demonic Giants (Look like the Atlantian Titan in Age of Mythology, if you've played it), Cyclops, and many more races of giants, or any race stronger and large than the average human, that is. Daeshruth named this new gathering: The Titans. They continue to attack the many lesser races of Ashlon. In a desperate attempt to save their races existence, the races of Ashlon created their own alliance, called the Black Talon, as that was the name of the sword a legendary hero used to slay the master of The Chaos. Black Talon consisted of every lesser race of Ashlon, excluding the Giants. The Black Talon fought back, but were helplessly defeated battle after battle. In a final attempt to slay Daeshruth and his followers, they called upon the great warriors and wizards of their time: YOU!
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