I recently read through Bluebell's TW story for the second time, and felt such a bout of creative inspiration (I studied accounting, so that doesn't come around often
) that I decided to put it into a story of my own.
Most of the characters in this story are of players that I came across through my years of playing here. I'm trying to keep it as lore-friendly as possible as well. They don't necessarily play here anymore, and some of their characters seem to be deleted.
I'd like to ask everyone to excuse my grammer, vocabulary and whatever simple spelling mistakes I've made. I'm a little rusty!
[hide="Chapter 1"]False Securities
His mother’s forceful whispers were enough to wake him. He had fallen asleep again. The constant travel had really taken its toll on him. For what seemed like forever, all he could remember was how he’d been on the run with what was left of his family. This little abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of Moonbrook had looked inconspicuous enough that everyone in his party believed they could hold up here for a couple of days, to regain the strength to keep moving.
“Valoric!” His mother’s whispers became louder, albeit more hurried.
“I’m awake mother.” Valoric replied, still sounding groggy from his sleep.
“Seb just saw two cloaked figures making their way past the farmhouse. There’s a good chance we’d need to move tonight.” She said nervously.
He sat up, against the wall. He noticed the candles they had lit just before he fell asleep had no flame. His mother had taken to keeping watch at the north window. He could just about make out her silhouette in the dim moonlight. On the other side of the room, sat another silhouette. Seb was a large man. He was tall, with strong, broad shoulders. He was also extremely loyal to Valoric’s family. Ever since Valoric’s father died, Seb had taken it on himself to help guide Valoric in everything that he had done. It was irritating, but he knew Seb’s intentions were good. After all, he knew that Seb had trained alongside his father in the academy, and that Seb could teach him about the Order of the Paladin. Valoric’s requests for training had yielded unfavourable results however, and Seb had made it clear that the Order was disbanded and all knowledge and training in the path of the Righteous was banned. It’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Valoric’s father was a high ranking paladin of the Order. Ever since the young Prince of the land had, without warning, disbanded the Order and called for the assassination of all paladins, senior and trainee, had Valoric, and his mother been on the run.
“They’re coming back,” Seb’s hoarse voice was clear in the cool night air, “Through the window, now!”
Valoric jumped up quickly, grabbed his hide skin pack, and began moving quietly, but with haste to his mother. He could see that she was holding her tears back, clearly frightened, but trying to remain strong for him. He waited for her to get through the window before he began climbing through the small hole on the North side of the farmhouse. As his upper body emerged into the moonlight, he felt a slight but abrupt push on his backside. He curled his body, to attempt to cushion himself from the fall, but still had the wind knocked from him. He turned over, to catch his breath. Seb was staring wide-eyed at him,
For the first time ever, Valoric had heard a hint of fear in Seb’s voice, which caused him to begin to panic. At that moment, they heard what sounded like a key turning in a lock.
Seb’s eyes grew wider – it was then that Valoric realised what that noise was. “They’re picking it.” he thought. He became frantic, jumping up in one swift movement and, along with his mother, began tugging at his broad shouldered companion as hard, but as quietly, as they could.
“Quickly, quickly,” Valoric’s mother urged.
The tugging became pulling. It was at this point they began making more noise. So much so, that he began hearing what he thought were whispers amongst the commotion that they, themselves were causing.
It was at this moment that the door flew open and the two cloaked figures charged towards Seb’s flailing legs. Over Seb’s large shoulder, Valoric saw the sharp blink of some kind of blade in the moonlight. He placed his arms under Seb’s and pulled with all his strength. The old frame gave way, and Seb flew out of the window, and fell straight on to him. Seb stood up right away to help him to his feet. His next few breaths brought a cool, stinging sensation to his lungs, but that was soon forgotten as one of the cloaked figures leapt through the hole in the wall where the window was, with his twisted blade drawn. The assassin lunged at Valoric’s chest, but before the blade reached him, Seb parried the attacker’s outstretched arm away, disarming the man in one fluent motion. The second figure emerged from the farmhouse and unsheathed his blade, but was too late to save his partner from one of Seb’s well placed fist’s. The first assassin fell to the ground and was all but motionless.
The second assassin sprung at Seb, but Seb was expecting it and landed another well placed fist to the man’s temple. He was knocked out cold and fell awkwardly against the old clay and mud wall of the farmhouse.
“Seb… Are you alright?” Valoric asked, knowing however that neither of the assassins were of any match for him.
“We need to move, there’ll be more of them soon,” Seb replied, sounding calm and collected.
“To the Eastern Bridge, we need to stay off the road.” Calm and collected, but knowing what needed to be done.
“But that would lead us into Duskwood… there have been reports of the plague there…” Valoric’s mother responded, her voice quivering.
“I know the innkeep in Raven Hill. He’ll be able to help us. But we need to get there before dawn, they’ll be searching the bri...” out of the corner of his eye Seb saw the first assassin reaching for his blade, “Merylith! Look out!”
It was too late. The attacker rose to his feet and lunged, with his blade, at Valoric’s mother. The twisted dagger pierced his mother’s lower abdomen, just above her waistline. Before he could thrust again, Valoric pulled his mother away, while Seb grabbed hold of the man by his hide chestpiece and threw him to the wall. The man fell to the ground, letting go of the dagger, and Seb was there again to lift the assassin by his neck, using the wall to keep him in place.
“You’ll all see that whore’s fate!” The man muttered, with Seb’s grip tightening.
It was at that moment that Valoric lost all control. He left his mother’s side, grabbed the twisted dagger and forced the blade through the light hide armour covering the man’s chest. Seb pushed him away, and he stumbled to the ground.
Realising what he had done, he froze. But his mother. The assassin stabbed his mother. He crawled with haste to where his mother was lying. He tried to comfort her. To tell her that everything was going to be alright. But no words came out. He could see the pain in his mother’s eyes.
“We need to get her help.” Seb said, letting the assassin’s lifeless body fall to the ground.
“Where Seb? Where?” Valoric responded, with tears streaming down his face.
“Raven Hill is the only inn within twenty kilometres that won’t be streaming with these cowards.” Seb replied, while lifting Valoric’s mother up, “But we need to move fast. The sun is beginning to rise.”
Valoric looked to the East, wiping his eyes of his tears. But not because of the sunrise. Not because he knew that’s where they were headed. But because it was his mother’s only hope. His mother was all he had left in the world. He couldn’t lose her now. And not because of his own cowardice.
With that thought, a silent determination grew within him.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Chapter 1 ~ End
I'll try to continue the story for as long as I can, like Bluebell's! So let me know what you guys think!
(Any suggestions to structuring the chapters, would be welcome!)