Snobby Elves,
City if trees,
Armies of old,
Burning of River’s Hearth,
Many gone,
Vengeful spirits,
Haunted lands,
Only by Silver Alfdaggers,
Can't let go of the past.
Monday, December 2, 2019
Ode to the battle of River’s Hearth
Bardr’s Anger,
Snobby Elves,
City if trees,
Armies of old,
Burning of River’s Hearth,
Many gone,
Vengeful spirits,
Haunted lands,
Only by Silver Alfdaggers,
Can't let go of the past.
Snobby Elves,
City if trees,
Armies of old,
Burning of River’s Hearth,
Many gone,
Vengeful spirits,
Haunted lands,
Only by Silver Alfdaggers,
Can't let go of the past.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
The Horse riding Hascarl
The Horse Riding Hascarl
By: Dark Raven 510
Richard’s Horse moved along the Dirt Road, with every step being making a large muddy sound from the mud from the rain. Richard was tired of this long road, and wish there was some village or ale house, so he could at least put some food in his belly as he continued to towards his plan stop. He didn’t care if he was in the Azlexi Land of Pretora, and that it would be full of Azlexi, at least the meat and ail would be of very fine quality.
And low and behold, he soon saw the light’s of a small village, and a large fire coming from the middle of it.
“Ask and ye shall receive.” He said, now with more cheer. Indeed it was good timing for the man. It was the Hallow Eve, a Azlexi holiday in on the last evening of October, in which they claimed the barrier between the Realms of the Living and the dead where weakest, and spirits would come across, an do many a tricks or spooks on people, and communicate with those of their clan. And the celebrations where fantastic. At every town and village large fires, made from the trunks of trees, where places in the center of the settlement. And around it there was music, and dancing, and food and drink that where determined to be the best of the harvest.
To this, Richard was thankful. Such food and Ale was served that would be better then any other. And despite the, being Azlexi, he enjoyed the company of the townsfolk and of nearby hunters. And he heard stories, of ghosts and demons, and vengeful spirits. And one of these was taken very seriously in the village, as Richard soon learned.
“So Traveler,” one of the villagers started, “You planning to head out by morning?”
“No,” Richard responded, Taking another gulp of the refreshing Ale. “I’m heading out in a few minutes.”
The Villager laughed, “Your crazy to go out tonight. The Horse Riding Hascarl will get you for sure.l
Richard roled his eyes. He didn’t believe in spooks and spirits, and doubt anything would get him. But he was entreaged. “What is this, Horse Riding Hascarl?”
“The most feared thing in this area.” A woodsmen said, joining the conversation. “A restless spirit that comes out on the Hollow Eve. As legend goes, he was a soldier serving a Varnland king. While camping out in the woods, just a few miles to the east of here, they were attacked by a pack of orcs, lead by the Half-Troll Maalik the dreaded. During the fighting, he fled on the hirse of his King, leaving him to die. And so with final breath, the King called upon the Gods to curse the deserting man, who broke his oath and fled his post. And so they did. They struck the Man with bolts of fire, and layed on him a great curse. And to this it is said,
On the Eve of wind and Shadow,
When the divided is small and hallow,
Ye shall return to these lands,
And fulfill your King’s commands,
By killing those that cross your path,
Till the sun does rise, you’ll unleash your wrath.”
“Ha!” Richard laughed, “Nothing but child’s tales and stories to tell the easily scared! There are no ghosts, nor will there every be any!”
“You shouldn’t speak light of such tails,” The villager said, “Such things are more then myths.”
“Yes,” The Woodsman agreed, “I live out in those woods, but till dawn shall come, I’m staying here.”
“Well, I shan’t let such legends keep me here. And when I return, if i need come again to this town, I shall show you that your superstitions are of no true things.
And indeed he did set of from the village. And through the woods he went, past leafless trees and dead bushes, and with the crunch of leaves that covered his path. Richard only thought of getting to his own two, in the Kingdom of Verson. He did think any of spirits or Horse riders, and when he did he shoved of such ideas.
But the wind howled, and the forest was filled with noise. Rustling of leaves, branch’s scrapping against one another, and Animals in the distance in speech with on another. And a feeling a great cold crept onto Richard, and he soon had feelings of being watched, as if a pair of eyes where starring at him, watching his movement. And he began to look around him, searching for onlookers. And at that time, he began to hear what sounded like hooves, moving along the hills.
And that’s when he saw it. Upon a nearby hill, there was a horseman. His body was tall, and all covered by chain mail. In his hand was a Large ax, and from his eyes and that his nightmarish stead, glowed flames, flames like those of the underworld, and of Unimaginable suffering. And from him came a laugh, a laugh more chilling then the coldest wind, which echoed across the woods endlessly.
Richard didn’t need a second look, nor did his horse need an order or motion to move. If they had waited a second the Rider, who had sped down the hill with great speed, would have sliced Richard’s head off. They moved faster and faster, as fast as the horse could go, only barely out of the swings of the ax. Richard could feel the hot breath of the Black horse, and the endless laughter of the Rider. He dared himself to look, and he regretted it. The Eyes of the rider where more then a blazing inferno. They where blood shot, yet showing signs of maniacal, sadistic joy.
The Rider chased them, on and on, through the forest. Anything that the Hascarl’s ax went through, whether Tree or Bush or Rock, sliced like butter. On and on they went, Richard shacking like a mad man. The only thing that kept him trying to stay on was trying to avoid the Rider. Then suddenly, as they came towards a field, the Rider fell back. At first Richard thought the Rider was giving up, but as he looked around, his faced turned inhumanly pale, as he saw the Hascarl’s ax, flaming with the heat of twenty dragons, flying towards him.
And the Rider Laughed, with a voice as loud as thunder, echoing for miles.
And low and behold, he soon saw the light’s of a small village, and a large fire coming from the middle of it.
“Ask and ye shall receive.” He said, now with more cheer. Indeed it was good timing for the man. It was the Hallow Eve, a Azlexi holiday in on the last evening of October, in which they claimed the barrier between the Realms of the Living and the dead where weakest, and spirits would come across, an do many a tricks or spooks on people, and communicate with those of their clan. And the celebrations where fantastic. At every town and village large fires, made from the trunks of trees, where places in the center of the settlement. And around it there was music, and dancing, and food and drink that where determined to be the best of the harvest.
To this, Richard was thankful. Such food and Ale was served that would be better then any other. And despite the, being Azlexi, he enjoyed the company of the townsfolk and of nearby hunters. And he heard stories, of ghosts and demons, and vengeful spirits. And one of these was taken very seriously in the village, as Richard soon learned.
“So Traveler,” one of the villagers started, “You planning to head out by morning?”
“No,” Richard responded, Taking another gulp of the refreshing Ale. “I’m heading out in a few minutes.”
The Villager laughed, “Your crazy to go out tonight. The Horse Riding Hascarl will get you for sure.l
Richard roled his eyes. He didn’t believe in spooks and spirits, and doubt anything would get him. But he was entreaged. “What is this, Horse Riding Hascarl?”
“The most feared thing in this area.” A woodsmen said, joining the conversation. “A restless spirit that comes out on the Hollow Eve. As legend goes, he was a soldier serving a Varnland king. While camping out in the woods, just a few miles to the east of here, they were attacked by a pack of orcs, lead by the Half-Troll Maalik the dreaded. During the fighting, he fled on the hirse of his King, leaving him to die. And so with final breath, the King called upon the Gods to curse the deserting man, who broke his oath and fled his post. And so they did. They struck the Man with bolts of fire, and layed on him a great curse. And to this it is said,
On the Eve of wind and Shadow,
When the divided is small and hallow,
Ye shall return to these lands,
And fulfill your King’s commands,
By killing those that cross your path,
Till the sun does rise, you’ll unleash your wrath.”
“Ha!” Richard laughed, “Nothing but child’s tales and stories to tell the easily scared! There are no ghosts, nor will there every be any!”
“You shouldn’t speak light of such tails,” The villager said, “Such things are more then myths.”
“Yes,” The Woodsman agreed, “I live out in those woods, but till dawn shall come, I’m staying here.”
“Well, I shan’t let such legends keep me here. And when I return, if i need come again to this town, I shall show you that your superstitions are of no true things.
And indeed he did set of from the village. And through the woods he went, past leafless trees and dead bushes, and with the crunch of leaves that covered his path. Richard only thought of getting to his own two, in the Kingdom of Verson. He did think any of spirits or Horse riders, and when he did he shoved of such ideas.
But the wind howled, and the forest was filled with noise. Rustling of leaves, branch’s scrapping against one another, and Animals in the distance in speech with on another. And a feeling a great cold crept onto Richard, and he soon had feelings of being watched, as if a pair of eyes where starring at him, watching his movement. And he began to look around him, searching for onlookers. And at that time, he began to hear what sounded like hooves, moving along the hills.
And that’s when he saw it. Upon a nearby hill, there was a horseman. His body was tall, and all covered by chain mail. In his hand was a Large ax, and from his eyes and that his nightmarish stead, glowed flames, flames like those of the underworld, and of Unimaginable suffering. And from him came a laugh, a laugh more chilling then the coldest wind, which echoed across the woods endlessly.
Richard didn’t need a second look, nor did his horse need an order or motion to move. If they had waited a second the Rider, who had sped down the hill with great speed, would have sliced Richard’s head off. They moved faster and faster, as fast as the horse could go, only barely out of the swings of the ax. Richard could feel the hot breath of the Black horse, and the endless laughter of the Rider. He dared himself to look, and he regretted it. The Eyes of the rider where more then a blazing inferno. They where blood shot, yet showing signs of maniacal, sadistic joy.
The Rider chased them, on and on, through the forest. Anything that the Hascarl’s ax went through, whether Tree or Bush or Rock, sliced like butter. On and on they went, Richard shacking like a mad man. The only thing that kept him trying to stay on was trying to avoid the Rider. Then suddenly, as they came towards a field, the Rider fell back. At first Richard thought the Rider was giving up, but as he looked around, his faced turned inhumanly pale, as he saw the Hascarl’s ax, flaming with the heat of twenty dragons, flying towards him.
And the Rider Laughed, with a voice as loud as thunder, echoing for miles.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
The Stories Of Awlndreion: Part 6
The time had come. Awlndreion, and those that had come to aid him, were going to attack the fortress of Eynalken, defeat Almisier, and save Aefled. Almisier was not alone in his fortress, having gathered many neraby tribes of men and orcs to his aid, and even terrible men like that of Roland Coldheart, and the Orc Cheftess Melgora, Orcish for ruthless. And for a long time the forces of Awlndreion and Almisier fought, eaching holding victories and defeats. Bows twanged, shields splintered. Swords shattered as they fell weak. Mages caste spells, while Direwolves bit at each other. At one point, a melting man was upon Awlndreion, and would have devoured him if the King of Carolin, Fenrir Omenbairer, defeated it with a flaming arrow. When Almisier learned how close he had come to killing Awlndreion, he cursed Fenrir, stationg that one of his decents would overthrough his dynasty.
Yet as the weaks and months wore on, the lines of Eynalken grew weary, and finally grew so weak that Awlndreion’s force were able to siege the fortress. Soon the Great Giant Cheftain, Agmo, who’s name in Jagniri ment Fist, broke through the front gate, and went upon the castle’s inner rooms and chambers. Awlndreion came upon Almisier, killing the Melgora. His final defence, a skin changer named Erik, but who killed himself over attempting his skill, trying to change into the mighty Cralgelgora.
When Awlndreion came over Almisier, Almisier stated, “Do not kill me, my father is Winexer, who is the god of judges, and will make sure you are sent to Helrard.” Awlndreion then said, “If so then let him come forth, and judge what should be done of you. And indeed, the god did, and he Appeared before thetwo, and those near them, in a terrifying form. And whie Almisier was his son, he did not stop that from the carrying out of justice. He ordered the Almisier would serve as a servant of Awlndreion and Aefled, and had his left hand removed. At the same time he gave his son more sense, and Almisier realized how terrible he was, forgiving Awlndreion and Aefled, willingly taking his punishment.This was seen as fair, as even family ties, can not stand in the way of justice.
But still there was effects, Fenrir and Agmo had both died, and Alw had lost his leg. And even though Aefled was now free, will captive she had gave birth to a son, that of her and Almisier. Yet Awlndreion warmed to the infant, and allowed him to remain alive, as there was no need to kill a child over the actions of their parents.
And so the alliance departed, and Awlndreion and Aefled both became officially married, with Almisier serving them, and Alw staying near to them, and ready to overcome anymore adventures that where bestowed on them.
Yet as the weaks and months wore on, the lines of Eynalken grew weary, and finally grew so weak that Awlndreion’s force were able to siege the fortress. Soon the Great Giant Cheftain, Agmo, who’s name in Jagniri ment Fist, broke through the front gate, and went upon the castle’s inner rooms and chambers. Awlndreion came upon Almisier, killing the Melgora. His final defence, a skin changer named Erik, but who killed himself over attempting his skill, trying to change into the mighty Cralgelgora.
When Awlndreion came over Almisier, Almisier stated, “Do not kill me, my father is Winexer, who is the god of judges, and will make sure you are sent to Helrard.” Awlndreion then said, “If so then let him come forth, and judge what should be done of you. And indeed, the god did, and he Appeared before thetwo, and those near them, in a terrifying form. And whie Almisier was his son, he did not stop that from the carrying out of justice. He ordered the Almisier would serve as a servant of Awlndreion and Aefled, and had his left hand removed. At the same time he gave his son more sense, and Almisier realized how terrible he was, forgiving Awlndreion and Aefled, willingly taking his punishment.This was seen as fair, as even family ties, can not stand in the way of justice.
But still there was effects, Fenrir and Agmo had both died, and Alw had lost his leg. And even though Aefled was now free, will captive she had gave birth to a son, that of her and Almisier. Yet Awlndreion warmed to the infant, and allowed him to remain alive, as there was no need to kill a child over the actions of their parents.
And so the alliance departed, and Awlndreion and Aefled both became officially married, with Almisier serving them, and Alw staying near to them, and ready to overcome anymore adventures that where bestowed on them.
Saturday, October 5, 2019
The Stories of Awldreion: Part 5
The marriage between Aelfled and Awldreion was going well. Many had come from all walks of life, from Great Kings to poor farmers, having heard of Leofwine’s great feats, and came pay respects to the great hero, and to bring gifts of silver, furs, and other wonders. Yet there was one guest, who’s reasons of coming were not of good intentions. This was of the Dark Mage Almisier, who name means Stone-Heart, for he was cruel, and malicious. He had come, desquised as a poor beggar, and went up to Awldreion and Aelfled. He said, “Great hero, oh how i am below seeing you in flesh. Though it not of tradition, and of great disrespect, i ask that of one of your many things, i may take one, for i am poor, and and though i may feast today at your table, i must find way substane myself for many a more years.”
Awldreion showed kindness. “Indeed, chose anything of mine to take for yourself.” Then, with a great flash of purple light, Almisier revealed himself before Awldreion and his guests. “Then great hero!” He said with great delight, “I shall take from you your new wife! Aelfled!” This was out of order or costum, as Aelfled, being that of a sentient being, could not be made a gift, nor was Awldreion‘s to give, and non gift ahould be given, as Almisier used tricker and lies to ask for a present. Yet before any could protest, Almisier sucked Aelfled into a a amulet of a purple gem, and in a flash of light, was no longer present, having fled now to his fortress of Eynaklen, or Cold Dungeon, to have his own way over her.
Such even grew anger in Awldreion He swore on Weivilin, and on Adtrix, that he would do anything to try and free Aelfled. And his friend, Alw, his father, Kenelm, and a many a guest of his wedding, made the same vow, and agreed to lead their forces against Eynalken, and of those that served Almiesier.
Awldreion showed kindness. “Indeed, chose anything of mine to take for yourself.” Then, with a great flash of purple light, Almisier revealed himself before Awldreion and his guests. “Then great hero!” He said with great delight, “I shall take from you your new wife! Aelfled!” This was out of order or costum, as Aelfled, being that of a sentient being, could not be made a gift, nor was Awldreion‘s to give, and non gift ahould be given, as Almisier used tricker and lies to ask for a present. Yet before any could protest, Almisier sucked Aelfled into a a amulet of a purple gem, and in a flash of light, was no longer present, having fled now to his fortress of Eynaklen, or Cold Dungeon, to have his own way over her.
Such even grew anger in Awldreion He swore on Weivilin, and on Adtrix, that he would do anything to try and free Aelfled. And his friend, Alw, his father, Kenelm, and a many a guest of his wedding, made the same vow, and agreed to lead their forces against Eynalken, and of those that served Almiesier.
Saturday, September 14, 2019
The Stories of Awlndreion: Part 4
It was time for Awlndreion’s greatest quest yet. To complete the ritual he would need dragon bone. And the nearest known dragon was Agler Tral, who’s name in Dragonese ment ban of mortals. Agler Tral had slain many warriors, and destroyed hundreds of mountain clans and villages. His fire was so hot it melted metal, and his scales were so thick than even the the great weapons made in the forges of the Flaming mountains could not make great way into his body. Yet despite this, Awlndreion along with his new friend Alw, rushed to where the dragon was said to stay.
For many days they scouted the land, and made a plan to ambush and kill the beast. Yet Agler Tral had great hearing, and for long he heard the sound of griffin feathers in the wind. He caught them of guard in there sleep. In one bight he swallowed Awlndreion in one gulp, and brought Alw and his griffin into his lair interntain him and to eat later. Yet Awlndreion was still alive, and while going down the dragon’s neck he dug a knife into the beast, and made a slow desent into the dragon until he heard a great thump from the wall. He the took out another dagger made from a griffins and started hacking into where the heart was. Agler Tral shreik as the dagger plugged into him, and he tried to claw into his body at where he was being hurt, but his own thick scales defied him. After much hacking, Agler Tral was dead, and Awlndreion exited the dragon, with several bones he also hacked out.
Awlndreion and Awl then went back to the old woman, and after much searching for the squirrel, who hand ran far of since then, they fed it the paste. The squirrel changed into a young maiden of untold beauty. So beautiful that Awlndreion feel in love with here at first sight. Soon, he had convinced her, who’s name Aelfled, and her mother to let them get married. Yet still there were troubles, as the dark mage that turned Aelfled into squirrle caught wind of the marriage, and he made ready, for though he was not invited, he would come, and would cause a great disturbance.
For many days they scouted the land, and made a plan to ambush and kill the beast. Yet Agler Tral had great hearing, and for long he heard the sound of griffin feathers in the wind. He caught them of guard in there sleep. In one bight he swallowed Awlndreion in one gulp, and brought Alw and his griffin into his lair interntain him and to eat later. Yet Awlndreion was still alive, and while going down the dragon’s neck he dug a knife into the beast, and made a slow desent into the dragon until he heard a great thump from the wall. He the took out another dagger made from a griffins and started hacking into where the heart was. Agler Tral shreik as the dagger plugged into him, and he tried to claw into his body at where he was being hurt, but his own thick scales defied him. After much hacking, Agler Tral was dead, and Awlndreion exited the dragon, with several bones he also hacked out.
Awlndreion and Awl then went back to the old woman, and after much searching for the squirrel, who hand ran far of since then, they fed it the paste. The squirrel changed into a young maiden of untold beauty. So beautiful that Awlndreion feel in love with here at first sight. Soon, he had convinced her, who’s name Aelfled, and her mother to let them get married. Yet still there were troubles, as the dark mage that turned Aelfled into squirrle caught wind of the marriage, and he made ready, for though he was not invited, he would come, and would cause a great disturbance.
Saturday, August 24, 2019
The Stories of Awlndreion: Part 3
While on a trip to the nearby village, Awlndreion stumble across an old woman, who has crying by the roadside. When Leofwine asked her what was wrong, she told him that a Great Dark Mage, the son of the Dark Magic God Winexer no less, has taken her daughter, and turned her into a squirrel. She told him that in order to turn her back, she had to feed her a brew made from fish eyes, the bark of a Aperwood tree, and dragon bone.
Awlndreion pitied the old woman, and offered to help her save here daughter. First, Awlndreion went to a nearby stream, and caught several fish. Then, he went in search of a Aperwood tree. He traveled far until eventual, at the edge of Jagnirland, he found the tree. Yet before he could remove the bark, a blinding light shown before him. Once he regained his vision before him was the goddess Nereya, the beautiful goddess of summer and light. She would not allow Awlndreion to cut into the tree sacred to her. However, Awlndreion determined to help the old woman and her daughter, would not give up. He asked if he could do anything to change her mind. She asked him to go, and kill the half troll Maalik, and his pack of hunting orcs, who had resently killed a elven mage she favored.
Awlndreion took on the task, and headed for the Darc mountains. With the help a a griffin rider named Alw, found the Half-Troll’s lair. Nowing he was incapable of defeating Maalik head on, he deviced a clever plan. First, he had Alw ride his griffin, Windslasher, over the Half-trolls cave. When Maalik came out to stop the ruckus, Awlndreion pushed a large boulder downon his head, killing him. Awndreion then used his bow to kill the remaining orcs, while Windslasher grabbed others and dropped them of a nearby cliff.
After cutting and gathering the heads of Maalik and his lieutenants head’s, he went back and showed them to Nereya. Impressed by his determinatio, she allowed him to take some of the bark. After that, Awlndreion prepared to go and get the next peace, the dragon bone. And it would not be easy, as the dragon he would face was Agler Tral,the Bane of Mortals.
Awlndreion pitied the old woman, and offered to help her save here daughter. First, Awlndreion went to a nearby stream, and caught several fish. Then, he went in search of a Aperwood tree. He traveled far until eventual, at the edge of Jagnirland, he found the tree. Yet before he could remove the bark, a blinding light shown before him. Once he regained his vision before him was the goddess Nereya, the beautiful goddess of summer and light. She would not allow Awlndreion to cut into the tree sacred to her. However, Awlndreion determined to help the old woman and her daughter, would not give up. He asked if he could do anything to change her mind. She asked him to go, and kill the half troll Maalik, and his pack of hunting orcs, who had resently killed a elven mage she favored.
Awlndreion took on the task, and headed for the Darc mountains. With the help a a griffin rider named Alw, found the Half-Troll’s lair. Nowing he was incapable of defeating Maalik head on, he deviced a clever plan. First, he had Alw ride his griffin, Windslasher, over the Half-trolls cave. When Maalik came out to stop the ruckus, Awlndreion pushed a large boulder downon his head, killing him. Awndreion then used his bow to kill the remaining orcs, while Windslasher grabbed others and dropped them of a nearby cliff.
After cutting and gathering the heads of Maalik and his lieutenants head’s, he went back and showed them to Nereya. Impressed by his determinatio, she allowed him to take some of the bark. After that, Awlndreion prepared to go and get the next peace, the dragon bone. And it would not be easy, as the dragon he would face was Agler Tral,the Bane of Mortals.
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Of Dwarves and Men
There is a tale,
From old Romsdal,
About an event in the night.
When forces collided,
Realms no longer divided,
Under a full Moon’s light.
One were men,
So proud and tall,
Who hunted the hilly lands.
The others were dwarves,
So tough and fierce,
Who made great tools by hand.
The two groups met,
And over time they spent,
Learning of each others ways.
As men learned how to smelt,
And dwarves learned to skin pelt,
Over the coming days.
And as time did pass,
The bound would grow fast,
And their links arose.
The two groups became friends,
Blood brothers to the end,
To face any and all foes.
From old Romsdal,
About an event in the night.
When forces collided,
Realms no longer divided,
Under a full Moon’s light.
One were men,
So proud and tall,
Who hunted the hilly lands.
The others were dwarves,
So tough and fierce,
Who made great tools by hand.
The two groups met,
And over time they spent,
Learning of each others ways.
As men learned how to smelt,
And dwarves learned to skin pelt,
Over the coming days.
And as time did pass,
The bound would grow fast,
And their links arose.
The two groups became friends,
Blood brothers to the end,
To face any and all foes.
Saturday, June 29, 2019
The Dead King's Horn
The Dead King's Horn
The rising sun will hear a horn,
Ringing out like a sour thorn,
It shall call out to the dying king,
And to the bells for them to sing,
A single blade will carry the deed,
Of such corruption is by greed,
The brother is thow that curse the land,
As death thrusts out his skinless hand,
A widow shall remove here silver ring,
To honor the fall of her beloveded king.
The King's Ring
The King’s Ring
In days of old,
When men were bold,
And kings ruled the land.
There was a king,
With a silver ring,
Up on his right hand.
The ring was carved with runes,
Of old merry tunes,
With joy and delight.
But one day,
The King would say,
And yell out in spite.
“The Ring is gone!
A crime of wrong!
Among me are thieves!
I’ll search every house!
Till they are announced!
And hang them from the trees!”
He searched all day,
Till the only way,
Was strange sorcery.
And with this trick,
He found quick,
The men were hanged from a tree.
Roland Coldheart
Roland Coldheart
The men went of to Haderlode,
Their wolves in the lead,
Off to catch the thief and crook Roland Cold.
They searched all day and night until their feet were cold,
Staying in a tavern to rest and gather speed,
Roland would be around that town so the stories told.
At dusk they found Roland’s Stronghold,
And his mighty stead,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold.
They found in his lair stacks of silver and gold,
More than they’d ever need,
The men went off to Haderlode,
In the market the horse they went and sold,
And bought food for their mouths to feed,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold
They set out to find that marauder, all brave and bold,
For every year of their search they added a single bead.
The men went of to Haderlode,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold.
And this is why you don't mess with potions
And this is why you don’t mess with potions
It was early morning in the village. As the sun rose about the forest a young man came out of one of the houses. He was caring large sachel, and was heading towards the gate. Peeping from behing a nearby wagon, a boy watched as the man walked. Once he felt he was far enough away he ran over to the man’s house and creeked open the door.
“Lier?”
The young boy turned to see the man looking at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh,” Lier responded, “I wanted to get some of those treats you keep uncle Madex.”
His unlce sighed, “Only get some of those treats, don’t touch anything.” He turned and started walking. “And tell your sister i can tell she is hiding in that hey stack.”
A girl popped out from a nearby pile of hay. “Well at least i tried, unlike Lier.”
Their unlce chuckled as he walked out into the forest.
Lier quickly went in to his uncle’s house. Inside was a large black cauldron, and several shelves full of books and herbs and spices. Lier looked and the cauldron was full of water. A large smile came up on his face. He went towards a shelf, picked a herb from a jar, and places it in the cauldron.
“What are you doing?”
Lier turned around to see his younger sister, Marie, lookingat her through the doorway.
“Uncle Madex said not to touch anything.”
“I know,” Lier responsed “but wouldn’t it be cool if we surprised everyone by making a potion?”
Marie pondered for a moment. “Okay,” she finally said, “but if we get in trouble, it’s your fault.”
Lier smiled, and started to grab and put more stuff into the cauldron. Marie found a large wooden spoon and started to stire the concoction. Soon the cauldron was filled with a bubbly mixtures with all shades of green. Lier and Marie looked into the strange potion.
“Drink it.” Marie said.
“What!?” Lier walked back.
“It’s your potion, so you should drink it.”
“Are you crazy! You drink it!”
“Are you saying your to scared to drink your own potion?”
“No, it’s just...uh”
Marie started making funny faces “your a coward, your a coward!”
“I am not!” Lier picked up a ladle and put it intothe cauldron, then he took it out and started to drink it. He only got half way before spitting it up.
“Ugh, it tastes like boar’s blood.”
All of a sudden Lier felt quiesy, he started throwing up all over the floor.
“Ew!” Marie jumped back.
“What is going on here?” Both of them turned to see Madex in the doorway.
“It was Lier’s idea! He made the potion!”
Madex walked up to Lier, he took a small white flower out of his sachel, and put it in Lier’s mouth. It tasted like fresh bread, and Lier’s quessyness went away. He looked up at his uncle.
“Are you made at me?”
Madex looked Lier in the eyes, then he started to laugh.
“Lier, how could i be mad at you when you bested me?”
Lier was started. “What”
“You are twice as young as me when i made my first potion, and mine couldn’t be cured with a fels flower. You have the making of a fine Druid.”
Lier looked up at his uncle, and smiled. “Well then, i can i help you out?”
Madex smiled, “Any time nephew, any time.”
“Lier?”
The young boy turned to see the man looking at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Uh,” Lier responded, “I wanted to get some of those treats you keep uncle Madex.”
His unlce sighed, “Only get some of those treats, don’t touch anything.” He turned and started walking. “And tell your sister i can tell she is hiding in that hey stack.”
A girl popped out from a nearby pile of hay. “Well at least i tried, unlike Lier.”
Their unlce chuckled as he walked out into the forest.
Lier quickly went in to his uncle’s house. Inside was a large black cauldron, and several shelves full of books and herbs and spices. Lier looked and the cauldron was full of water. A large smile came up on his face. He went towards a shelf, picked a herb from a jar, and places it in the cauldron.
“What are you doing?”
Lier turned around to see his younger sister, Marie, lookingat her through the doorway.
“Uncle Madex said not to touch anything.”
“I know,” Lier responsed “but wouldn’t it be cool if we surprised everyone by making a potion?”
Marie pondered for a moment. “Okay,” she finally said, “but if we get in trouble, it’s your fault.”
Lier smiled, and started to grab and put more stuff into the cauldron. Marie found a large wooden spoon and started to stire the concoction. Soon the cauldron was filled with a bubbly mixtures with all shades of green. Lier and Marie looked into the strange potion.
“Drink it.” Marie said.
“What!?” Lier walked back.
“It’s your potion, so you should drink it.”
“Are you crazy! You drink it!”
“Are you saying your to scared to drink your own potion?”
“No, it’s just...uh”
Marie started making funny faces “your a coward, your a coward!”
“I am not!” Lier picked up a ladle and put it intothe cauldron, then he took it out and started to drink it. He only got half way before spitting it up.
“Ugh, it tastes like boar’s blood.”
All of a sudden Lier felt quiesy, he started throwing up all over the floor.
“Ew!” Marie jumped back.
“What is going on here?” Both of them turned to see Madex in the doorway.
“It was Lier’s idea! He made the potion!”
Madex walked up to Lier, he took a small white flower out of his sachel, and put it in Lier’s mouth. It tasted like fresh bread, and Lier’s quessyness went away. He looked up at his uncle.
“Are you made at me?”
Madex looked Lier in the eyes, then he started to laugh.
“Lier, how could i be mad at you when you bested me?”
Lier was started. “What”
“You are twice as young as me when i made my first potion, and mine couldn’t be cured with a fels flower. You have the making of a fine Druid.”
Lier looked up at his uncle, and smiled. “Well then, i can i help you out?”
Madex smiled, “Any time nephew, any time.”
Raid
Raid
By: Dark Raven 510
Alawich kept his eyes closed. He could hear the screams of the older Monks outside the barrel he hid in. He could also hear the loud voices of the ones attacking them. Azlexi, raiders from the northern, pagan, murders. Their cruelty knew no bounds, and thirst for blood was endless. Alawich did not understand why they hated them, or why they went and raided their churches.
Suddenly the lid of the barrel came off and someone grabbed the back of his tunic. Alawich soon found himself face to face with a tall, bearded man, with large muscular arms and a big leather tunic with a large fur coat. In his left hand was a large axe, it’s head covered in northern runes, as well a fresh blood.
Alawich started to kick is legs. “Let me go!” The young boy tried to get free of the mans grip to no avail. The man laughed. “Or what lad?” The Azlexi held his axe to Alawich’s face. “You’ll pray to your god? “Thunor!” Alawich and the large man turned to see anothe Azlexi. He wore similar clothing and build to the other Azlexi, with only being a little bit shorter, as well as not having a large beard. Over his right arm was where 4 black feathers, probably from a raven. “You know my code, I won’t let you cut that boy, though we raid his home.” He placed his hand over the hilt to his sheathed blade. The other Azlexi, Thunor, gave a low growl, before shoving Alawich to a nearby wall. “Yes, Ɉanijar Edred.” Thunor said before running of to help in the raid elsewhere. Edred watched him run off, then turned and looked at Alawich. For a moment the two started at each other, then Edred walked away, of towards the shore, and the three Azlexi long ships that waited there. Alawich watch him go, and made a prayer that he did not have to experience such a event ever again.
Suddenly the lid of the barrel came off and someone grabbed the back of his tunic. Alawich soon found himself face to face with a tall, bearded man, with large muscular arms and a big leather tunic with a large fur coat. In his left hand was a large axe, it’s head covered in northern runes, as well a fresh blood.
Alawich started to kick is legs. “Let me go!” The young boy tried to get free of the mans grip to no avail. The man laughed. “Or what lad?” The Azlexi held his axe to Alawich’s face. “You’ll pray to your god? “Thunor!” Alawich and the large man turned to see anothe Azlexi. He wore similar clothing and build to the other Azlexi, with only being a little bit shorter, as well as not having a large beard. Over his right arm was where 4 black feathers, probably from a raven. “You know my code, I won’t let you cut that boy, though we raid his home.” He placed his hand over the hilt to his sheathed blade. The other Azlexi, Thunor, gave a low growl, before shoving Alawich to a nearby wall. “Yes, Ɉanijar Edred.” Thunor said before running of to help in the raid elsewhere. Edred watched him run off, then turned and looked at Alawich. For a moment the two started at each other, then Edred walked away, of towards the shore, and the three Azlexi long ships that waited there. Alawich watch him go, and made a prayer that he did not have to experience such a event ever again.
Thursday, June 27, 2019
The stories of Awlndreion: Part 2
One autumn Awlndreion was hunting. For hours he searched for a boar, or stag to kill, but found non. Just as he was about to go home, he spotted a large rabbit. He got closer, but the rabbit noticed him and ran, faster then any animal war beast. Yet Awlndreion would not let in escape. He shot an arrow from his bow, and struck the rabbit in his leg. When he got close, he picked up the rabbit by it ears and held a knife to it throat. But before he could skit its neck the bunny turned into a blinding light. When Awlndreion opened his eyes he was no longer holding a rabbit by its ears, but the golden hair of a young man, who's knee had an arrow in it. It was the God Hederinal, who's form was that of a large, white rabbit with speed that swarfed all others.. Although angered that Awlndreion had shot him, he was impressed by his skill and determination, and gave him two gifts. First, he gave him great speed, so to catch anything he wished, and second he gave him great hearing, to find anything that made a single noice. With these gifts, Awlndreion found and caught three stags, and over the next days he provided much food, and he, hsi father, and many a nearby woodsmen and villages had much food for the winter.
Sunday, June 16, 2019
The stories of Awlndreion: Part 1
It all began with the Heldora, Daughter of Adtrix and Solea, and goddess of the moon and the nights hunt, fell in love with the mortal hunter, Kenelm. She came to him, disguised as a wandering maiden. Soon after was born Awlndreion or Great Moon, Kenelmson. But Heldora could not stay with Kenelm and Awndreion, for gods can not stay with mortals, and Awlndreion would not know his true parentage. Yet every night, she would run alongside Nasorgnar, the stag that embodied the moon, watching her son grow over the years. Over time it came apparent the Awlndreion was a natural hunter, and could find animals even in the darkest nights.
One day, while out hunting, Awlndreion found a great valley. In the middle was a a spring of shiny water, from which a large tree with grey bark and bright, blue leaves. From the stories of his father, he new this to be an offspring of Ystimir, the tree of realms. Yet as he got closer , three beings with blue skin and white hair formed from the spring, all twice as tall as Awndreion and wielding large broadswords. They pinned down Awlndreion but before they could kill him, Adtrix, the raven and messenger god, told them to halt. Adtrix told Awndreion that while he could not touch the tree, which was named Frimor, he could take any of the fallen branches to make anything he wanted. First, he took a long branch, and turned it into a longbow. He's then took a thicker branch, and carved an image of Wievlin.
Then Heldora appeared, and revealed to Awlndreion it true parentage. And from this he told him that he would be a great hero, who would preform many feets of valor, amd would be sang about for generations. And with this knowledge, Awlndreion set of, and ready for whatever lay ahead.
One day, while out hunting, Awlndreion found a great valley. In the middle was a a spring of shiny water, from which a large tree with grey bark and bright, blue leaves. From the stories of his father, he new this to be an offspring of Ystimir, the tree of realms. Yet as he got closer , three beings with blue skin and white hair formed from the spring, all twice as tall as Awndreion and wielding large broadswords. They pinned down Awlndreion but before they could kill him, Adtrix, the raven and messenger god, told them to halt. Adtrix told Awndreion that while he could not touch the tree, which was named Frimor, he could take any of the fallen branches to make anything he wanted. First, he took a long branch, and turned it into a longbow. He's then took a thicker branch, and carved an image of Wievlin.
Then Heldora appeared, and revealed to Awlndreion it true parentage. And from this he told him that he would be a great hero, who would preform many feets of valor, amd would be sang about for generations. And with this knowledge, Awlndreion set of, and ready for whatever lay ahead.
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