Post by deviance on Jan 16, 2006 22:26:52 GMT -5
Jawen desperately gripped the hilt of his great sword with relentless intensity while he peered anxiously into the dark for the source of the next attack, Sweat ran down his face from his exertions. The slightest flicker of movement on his left caught his attention, and he swung his sowrd just in time to deflect the axe aimed toward his side. "What is the most fearsome weapon?" came a voice from where the axe appeared. Considering the shock, which had shaken his body during his parry, Jawen as tempted to respond. "Your axe" This was a easy question, however, weapon could change the face of the known world "Majesty" he replyed.
A breeze to his right announced the next assult, and he ducked as the spiked head of a mroning star whistled over his head. Another voice demanded "Who is the most magestic of trolls?" Jawen thought feverishly. Surely that would be the matron. But what if the prophet lived on forever as the godess taught? Wouldnt she still be the most majestic of trolls? "The prophet" Jawen announced, a little uncertanily.
A knife flew out of hte dark, and Jawen did not manage to twist fully out of the way. He felt the burning in his leg where the knife had cut him "What conquered her?" came the question Jawen had to bite his tounge to keep from shouting out "nothing". No one could be mightier then the prophet. As a oblate Jawen had sworn to do everything in his power to ensure the prophets ascendancy. Now, in his test to become acolyte, they could not be asking him to denounce his earlier oaths.
So nothing had to be the answer. But the prophet did disapear, vanishing in a gate while bringing peace. Did the humans conquer him? Abosolutely not. Indeed, it was that final mission which eventually lead the humans to cease their hostilities. If anything, it was the gate tha conqurered him- in other words nothing. "The void" Jawen yelled out.
Suddenly he felt the floor beneath him give way, and he plummeted into the blackness, stopping suddenly as he hit a blanket of chain links. Something tore his sword from his hands, and then the chains wrapped around him. Before he could move he was compleatly wrapped in steel. Hands grabbed him and lifted him up. Booted feet slapped against stone as his captors rushed him along. Without warning, light burst forth around him, and his bearers pulled him back and then flung him forward. Jawen sailed though the air and landed with a splace. He managed to cry out before water closed over him. He held his breath but soon felt his lungs about to burst. With a silent prayer to the goddess he prepared to die, only to feel himself fly out of the water once more.
Hands held him just above the water, bound, helpess and gasping for breath. Lights shone in his eyes and Jawen could barely make out the robed figures who lined the banks of what appeared to be a underground lake. One who stood directly across from him, raised his arms making the sign of the sword. "Oblate Jawen, it is time to begin your initation as a Acolyte of the east wind."
A breeze to his right announced the next assult, and he ducked as the spiked head of a mroning star whistled over his head. Another voice demanded "Who is the most magestic of trolls?" Jawen thought feverishly. Surely that would be the matron. But what if the prophet lived on forever as the godess taught? Wouldnt she still be the most majestic of trolls? "The prophet" Jawen announced, a little uncertanily.
A knife flew out of hte dark, and Jawen did not manage to twist fully out of the way. He felt the burning in his leg where the knife had cut him "What conquered her?" came the question Jawen had to bite his tounge to keep from shouting out "nothing". No one could be mightier then the prophet. As a oblate Jawen had sworn to do everything in his power to ensure the prophets ascendancy. Now, in his test to become acolyte, they could not be asking him to denounce his earlier oaths.
So nothing had to be the answer. But the prophet did disapear, vanishing in a gate while bringing peace. Did the humans conquer him? Abosolutely not. Indeed, it was that final mission which eventually lead the humans to cease their hostilities. If anything, it was the gate tha conqurered him- in other words nothing. "The void" Jawen yelled out.
Suddenly he felt the floor beneath him give way, and he plummeted into the blackness, stopping suddenly as he hit a blanket of chain links. Something tore his sword from his hands, and then the chains wrapped around him. Before he could move he was compleatly wrapped in steel. Hands grabbed him and lifted him up. Booted feet slapped against stone as his captors rushed him along. Without warning, light burst forth around him, and his bearers pulled him back and then flung him forward. Jawen sailed though the air and landed with a splace. He managed to cry out before water closed over him. He held his breath but soon felt his lungs about to burst. With a silent prayer to the goddess he prepared to die, only to feel himself fly out of the water once more.
Hands held him just above the water, bound, helpess and gasping for breath. Lights shone in his eyes and Jawen could barely make out the robed figures who lined the banks of what appeared to be a underground lake. One who stood directly across from him, raised his arms making the sign of the sword. "Oblate Jawen, it is time to begin your initation as a Acolyte of the east wind."
