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Old 07-18-2010, 07:32 AM
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Chapter Three, The Sacrifice of Few

Part Two

Days have passed since the departure of the elven legions, and tranquility returned to the mountainous region of Taltos. But tranquility may not be the proper word to describe the mood of the alpine elves. Anxiety plagues those who stayed behind, unsure of the fate of their warriors and their own. The peace and tranquility being merely a facade to hide their insecurity and fear for darker times that may yet come. The older elves however do not worry too much. They have seen and survived battles between orc, men and even their own kin. They know that being worried of things beyond their control will only breed despair. So mundane life continues for the alpine elves as they await news of victory in days to come.

Findor stopped as he looked at the tracks in the mud. The rain made the soil soft, and made it easier for animals to leave footprints in the earth. He mentally compared the track with the one in his mind, and sighed. "The wrong one, again!" he said to himself as frustration grew on his face. He'd rather start kicking a tree by now or throw tantrums into thin air, but knew it would scare of the prey he so desperately seeked. Illas'tal'fiah had humiliated him days before, humiliated him severely as word spread amongst the other hunters of his 'near kill shot' that missed horrendously. "Damn Saelnír, that old fart!" he cursed in his thoughts. No doubt it was Saelnír that started the rumors of Findor's 'pinpoint accuracy' amongst the other hunters. Youths of his age would smirk every time he passed them. Even the girl he liked couldn't contain the grin on her face, to his dismay. He had to correct his error, and he already knew the perfect way to do it. For days he has stalked Illas'tal'fiah, in the blazing sun and the pouring rain. He studied her in full detail this time before going for the kill. Her movements, her resting places, what she eats, where she drinks, everything. But three days ago, something terrible happened. Findor lost sight of his prey. He would have to pick up the trail fast, or else return once more in failure. "Going back now is no option" he told himself, and went in pursuit of his prey. For three days non-stop he searched for Illas'tal'fiah, but nothing so far. All the tracks he had found were not hers. "Why are there so many deer in Taltos? I mean, it's bad enough I can't find her tracks, but why do all the tracks have to look almost identical??" he complained to himself. "What happened to all the boars and wolves and fluffy bunnies?” Three days of non-stop tracking have taken their toll on Findor's weary mind. Black rings formed under his eyelids, who kept twitching with every waking moment. His legs almost unable to carry the weight of his body, and his arms barely able to keep his bow steady. He needed some rest before continuing the hunt. He knew that even if he caught up with Illas'tal'fiah, his body was in no condition to kill or hurt the beast. He prepared a fire and unpacked his bundle, and began resting his body for the hunt to follow.

It was late and Findor was asleep. The fire had died out in the following hours, and it had turned pitch dark in the forests of Taltos. Findor was fast asleep, or it looked that way. In fact, he was still awake, unable to close his eyes and dream of better times. Deep down, the boy still feared the legions might fail, and that war would devastate this region and its inhabitants. He had never seen a gelmee before, only heard of them in stories. They were told that gelmee were savage and fierce, and that they could come and feast on little children's hearts if they were to misbehave. Back then he believed those stories, but as he grew older he began to fear the stories less and less, casting them aside as 'fairytales to scare children'. But now, as the gelmee hordes amass, he hopes that the stories were far from accurate from the real deal. It's then that from the bushes behind him start to move. Findor moves to get his bow and firlos, when out of nowhere, Illas'tal'fiah jumps out over Findor's head and runs towards the shadow. Findor arms himself and pursues her for several hours, until finally she stops at the end of a cliff. There she stands vigilant and unmoving, almost as if she doesn't sense Findor in the bushes several yards away. "This is a chance of a lifetime" he thinks to himself as he readies his bow and firlos and aims for her chest. He is about to fire his firlos, as Illas'tal'fiah turns around, nodding her head up and down, as if signaling Findor to come closer. Minutes have passed when finally Findor reluctantly lowers his bow and approaches Illas'tal'fiah.

When next to Illas'tal'fiah, he sees a grim, macabre sight when overlooking the valley. The valley is littered with gelmee and elven corpses. Blood stains the ground red as smoke rises from nearby fires amidst the massacre. Findor rushes to the valley below in the hopes of finding survivors. On arrival he can smell the scent of death and decay shrouding the valley. Findor continues his search, trying to avoid the pools of blood and flesh scattered across the battlefield. Then he hears soft moaning several yards from his position. Findor rushes towards the sound, not caring for his own safety, in the hopes of saving his kinsman and finding out what had happened. When reaching his kinsman, Findor gasps at the sight in front of him. The elf was barely alive, with a missing arm and several cuts and stab wounds in his chest. The remainder of his left arm was in a serious stage of decay, a foul odor emitting from it. The elf was barely conscious, fading in and out because of the excruciating pain. He was beyond saving. Findor came closer, hoping to get answers. "What happened here?? Where are the rest of the legions??" but no response. Findor took out his dagger and aimed for the dying elf's heart, saying: “Un da a'bentita erdro". With that said, he thrusts the dagger in the elf's heart, faintly hearing the elf's last words: "Kinios". Findor turns away, on the verge of vomiting. Findor had taken many lives in the past, but never that of a kinsman. Even out of the noblest of gestures, killing another elf still weighs heavy on Findor's heart. Findor must hurry back to Gelmeerim to notify the others. The elven legions have fallen. The Gelmee horde is still at large, destroying all that crosses its path.

Note: Well, guess it's going to be a three parter. Wanted to finish this sidestory with this, but after 3 hours of writing i've decided to write the conclusion later today.
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Old 07-18-2010, 07:40 AM
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Awesome story so far, and I don't mean to be picky or anything but.."Findor had taken many lives, but never that of a human being."..wouldn't it make more sense if changed into "his kinsman" or "elf" or something akin to that, since they aren't human? Just being nitpicky, otherwise awesome story:P
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Old 07-18-2010, 07:45 AM
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consider it altered.
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Old 07-18-2010, 02:12 PM
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Chapter Three, The Sacrifice of Few

Part Three

Findor ran like the wind, faster than he had ever run before. He had to return to Gelmeerim, to warn the city of its impending doom. He ran homeward not caring of his own safety. He took shortcuts that would be considered reckless and foolhardy, like jumping over chasms and navigating over unstable soil. Not to consider the fact that he had no clue how far the gelmee horde was, or if they bothered patrolling the area for stray elves to kill. But he knows that slowing down was not an option. It didn't matter if he got hurt or if he got spotted, because if he were to fail, and Gelmeerim falls, the entire region of Taltos and its inhabitants would fall into the hands of these monsters. "I got to hurry" Findor repeated in his mind. "Please don't let me be too late".

The Battle of Taltos Pass

Alagosnír marched with his legions to meet the opposing force. Alagosnír rode on ahead to survey the area and his army. The location was perfect. The Taltos Pass was a valley of nearly 2 miles in width with steep mountain ranges of both sides, like a bottleneck, making any flanking attempt on his forces futile. The gelmee would have to funnel their forces straight into his infantry, while his cavalry would ride around the battlefield and cut of any escape route for them to use. The ranger battalions would then rain volleys of arrows down onto the beleaguered gelmee forces and route, while later on cut down by his cavalry. It was a basic elven strategy, one that hasn't failed the elves yet. The legions entrusted to him were veteran soldiers, trained since they reached youth-hood and armed with the finest weapons and armor made available to them. The emphasis of the elven army was strictly on melee units, with contingents of cavalry and archers to support the bulk of the army. The elven army consisted of 20000 soldiers, divided over 9 legions. 6 legions consisted of infantry; 6000 sentries, 4000 bladestorms and 2000 grand masters. 2 legions consisted of cavalry; 2000 heavy cavalry and 2000 mounted rangers. The last legion consisted of 4000 rangers, who would be key in this attrition based strategy. While the soldiers prepared for combat,
Alagosnír called his captains to his side for a final war meeting. "Soon we will face countless waves of gelmee and ollgruba, and we will stand strong. How much longer before preparations are done?" Alagosnír asked. "Negethár needs more time to position his cavalry, and Carachir is still distributing firlos amongst his rangers" captain Maethoron replied. "And tell me, captain" Alagosnír continued: "How do you estimate our chances of victory?” Captain Maethoron replied: "The Gelmee are beast, with no knowledge of strategy. They pose no threat to our forces". Alagosnír smirked when hearing his captain's reply. "Let us hope they are as stupid as they seem. We'll find out soon enough". Moments later, drums start to beat as they can hear cries of battle on the horizon. "Get the men into formation! Signal Negethár as soon as they enter the bottleneck! They've come..."

The gelmee horde seemed endless. Their numbers were in the tens of thousands, perhaps even more. Their horde consisted of orcs, goblins, ogres, fierce wargs and war machines. The orcs were large, almost twice the size of an elf it nearly seemed, carrying to battle spiked shields, jagged swords and spears and axes. Their grunts and cries deafening even from a distance to instill fear in the elven ranks. The goblins were smaller of size, but more numerous than the orcs. Their shrill voices making sounds that would destroy an eardrum up close. The wargs were mighty, ferocious beasts capable of tearing its prey in two. Their howls pierced through the sounds as if a warning to all. 'Abandon all hope, ye who stands in our way. But by far the worse threat were the ogres. They towered above all other beasts in the massive horde, carrying clubs the size of a tree, capable of smashing even the strongest to bits. All kinds of horrendous beasts composed their horde. They marched on, while the drums were beating and battle horns were blowing. Their united warcry instilling fear in the elven legions.

"Drell-drell!... Harragen!... Gellem!... Farrebbon!... Gellemakk!... Heggen!... Skarrav!... Terredd!... Terredd!!"

This war chant continued on, with drums beating and horns blowing, until finally it stopped, along with the horde. Minutes passed as both forces remained vigilant, waiting for the order that would the battle of a lifetime. Finally the order was given. "Harragen!". Suddenly orcs, goblins and other beast started to charge, shouting as they closed in for the kill. Alagosnír stood at the front of the line, surrounded by his grand master bodyguards, saying: "Asthmos, prepare for glory! Let no ollfah survive! A'Khallee!!" The soldiers took up formation and waited for the oncoming onslaught. They came not a second to soon. The horde crashed into the elven ranks, trying to overwhelm the defenders and open a gap in their line. Alagosnír predicted this however, as the defenders did not seem to move even an inch from their position, cutting down the gelmee and ollgruba in front of them. Arrows raining down upon the incoming gelmee slayers. They fell in droves, with arrows piercing their shields and skulls. But they had archers of their own. Their marauders and prowlers ignited their arrows, and sent volleys at a time into the elven army. Though the casualties were far less than the gelmees, it was casualties the elves could not afford. The gelmee war machines started to rain down fiery boulders upon the elves, killing several in an instant, and igniting the elves adjacent to them. Alagosnír wanted to wait before using his trump card, but the need was far too urgent to ignore. He signaled Negethár to begin his charge. Negethár and 4000 cavalrymen came out of nowhere, catching the gelmee off guard. Their objective was to destroy the siege engines, and their archers along with them. They charged at the marauder ranks, which were firing volleys of arrows in the hopes of stopping the oncoming cavalrymen, but with no avail. The gelmee warg riders began to intercept the elven cavalry, but they were shot down mercilessly by mounted rangers because of the lack of armor. The heavy cavalry made short work of the marauders and siege engines, and started to focus on the remainder of warg riders. In the meantime, ogres began to pound a hole in the defensive line of the elves. Grand masters and bladestorms began to attack the unrelenting ogres, but their attempts seemed futile, as the damage has already been done. Waves of gelmee and ollgruba began to punch through the dent in the elven lines, pushing back the sentry battalions. Sentry battalions are strong as an unified force, but separate, fighting several foes at once, and they fall as easily as any other soldier. The battle is turning into a bloodbath, as elves are now fighting up close for their very survival. Alagosnír fought alongside his men, raising morale of surrounding soldiers, to inspire them to fight even harder. The elven legions were severely pressed, perhaps even moments from breaking into a route. It was then that Alagosnír close the trap. He signaled Negethár and his cavalry, and they knew what had to be done. They turned towards the enemy rear, and charged in with fervor. The gelmee horde was boxed in between the elven infantry in the front, and the elven cavalry in the rear. Ollgruba started to turn and flee in full panic, in the attempts to escape their fate. Alagosnír and his could almost smell victory. But Alagosnír could not have foreseen what would happen next.

A ball of fire came raining down out of nowhere, directly upon the ranger battalions. Alagosnír watched in horror as hundreds of his kinsmen lit up in flames, screaming in agony and crying out for water. A mighty, deafening roar silenced all sounds of battle. He could not have known that the gelmee had such a beast at their disposal. "Sissenli!!!" an elf cries out, as he flees in horror, deserting his comrades to the gelmee onslaught. The dragon kept shooting fire down on the elven soldiers, as the gelmee charged on with renewed fervor. "Take it down!!" shouts Alagosnír, but it is already too late. Battalions of elves are in full retreat, only to be hunted down by the remaining warg riders. The mounted rangers are getting pummeled by the ogres, brutally with no remorse. The last ranger battalions fall prey to the dragon's fiery breath as Carachir attempts to kill it from afar, but with no success. Ollgrubba huddle down upon the ranger captain as his cries of pain weaken the resolve of his men to fight. Alagosnír watches in horror as the mighty elven legions get annihilated. Suddenly he feels a sting in his back. He looks down to discover a spear lodged in his body. His face is filled with horror as he slowly starts to drown in his own blood, for the spear pierced his right lung. His vision starts to get blurry, as his life comes to an end. The gelmee warlord watches as Alagosnír draws his final breaths. He raises his axe, and lands the killing blow. Alagosnír's head is now serves as a trophy on top of the gelmee battle standard as a warning to the elves.

"Your legions have fallen, your people all but annihilated. Your lands will burn and your kind will be erased from this world. Now comes the age of the orc!"



Note: Ok, guess there will be a part 4...
When I began typing this, I didn't think it would be this long. But I'll probably have more tomorrow(or when I have time).
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Old 12-04-2010, 03:29 PM
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you are books writer ?
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Old 12-04-2010, 03:30 PM
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cous its not bed
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Old 12-04-2010, 03:51 PM
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This is great! It almost makes me wish i could go back to my days of writing this way...hmmm memories!
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Old 12-04-2010, 04:02 PM
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Wow nice work, keep it coming man! If i had the effort to id write something like this but meh haha.
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Old 12-04-2010, 10:45 PM
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Excellent job! it kept my attention the whole time I was reading it.
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Old 12-05-2010, 04:44 AM
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this was an intresting read. I enjoyed ^-^

waiting for part 4 <3~
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