Terevanincu
02-19-2003, 08:05 PM
Ok i decided to write down the first 2 chapters of my story and i wanted your opinion before posting it on the DnL forum . Please take ito account that it is my first story and that i am french ... Be honest too !!!
Tale of a lonesome Adventurer
Chapter 1
He had already penetrated in Athel Loren once before nevertheless he could still feel this impression of novelty as if he had
never seen such scenery. He was amazed at how a forest could seem so lively and yet so deeply asleep. His grey elvish eyes could see far, eventhough it was already dark, yet he felt his sight was diminished. There was something mystical about these woods and he didnt feel at ease but he couldn't go back;he could still hear the tetanizing roar of the orc horde that had been pursuing him for two days now. He knew that his kin lived in these woods and hoped that he could find refuge in the forest. But there he was, alone, or at least he thought he was.
He didn't know if the savage orcs had followed him into the woods or else they had chosen to turn back, for Athel Loren had a reputation and was sinonym of no return for all unpure hearts.
Astaldaer was brave but he knew that what lived in this forest, treemen, dryads, faeries ... was beyond his skills as an archer. Furthermore, he had no grief against the living creatures of this realm. His legs were weakening and since the beginning he knew that his presence hadn't remained unnoticed. He decided to break the silence that was ruling in his surroundings and in elvish he spoke these words: < I am Astaldaer and seek counsel of your king>. Eventhough he got no answer he sensed that he had been heard. He advanced deeper in the woods until he finally reached a clearing. He could see the stars shining in the sky and a feeling of reassurement grew in him.
What he didn't know was that the clearing which seemed to him as a good place to rest his eyes for the night was in fact a holy ground in which had been sown the seed of the Ancients. Such desecration could not remain unpunished.
Chapter 2
Suddenly the forest woke up. The leaves in the wind, which was now blowing in Athel Loren, made a whistling sound and were swirling around the holy clearing entraping Astaldaer who could no longer run away. He could feel the earth quaking under his feet and he could now see dark figures behind the whirlwind of leaves. The creatures entered the clearing, revealing themselves. They were dryads, young trees of human height with a life but no heart. Their anger was driving them blindly towards Astaldaer who was now outnumbered twenty to one. But the dryads didn't charge unlike what the elf expected. They stood there, intimidating him , steady as ice. The whistling
sound ended only to be replaced by a trampling noise. The circle of dryads made space for whatever creature was coming.
Astaldaer was paralysed by fear and the view of his arriving enemy only intensified that feeling. It was three times taller than him and ten times stronger. It was what made this forest so intimidating for strangers; some of the gigantic trees composing the forest could move and were called treemen. A treeman was now face to face with Astaldaer, a fierce look on what could be compared to a face, its fists closed, ready to crush the elf in one strike. The archer was defenseless, how could arrows penetrate suh a scale and even his dagger would no no harm to such toughness. The treeman took a big swing at the elf trying to crush his foe, but Astaldaer, using the small courage he had left managed to leap away. The treeman after a strong roar expressing his anger and aggressivity was ready for his next attack. The plants on the ground took part in the fight and after his leap, Astaldaer was now pinned down by what seemed to be all the roots of the living woods. He was doomed and closed his eyes. When he thought it was the end, he perceived a chant bhind the roar of the huge tree and recognized the tongue of his kin. This gave him the strenght for one last effort and managing to cut free his left hand with hsi dagger he succeeded in dodging the second attack of his opponent . The treeman which had less sharp hearing than the elf heard the singing after his second
attempt to annihilate his foe and the song he heard , he knew very well and stopped fighting. He backed out.
Only the mesmerizing chant of the elves could now be heard and the swirl of leaves was no more .
Note: Athel Loren, treemen and dryads are part of the fantasy world of Warhammer
Tale of a lonesome Adventurer
Chapter 1
He had already penetrated in Athel Loren once before nevertheless he could still feel this impression of novelty as if he had
never seen such scenery. He was amazed at how a forest could seem so lively and yet so deeply asleep. His grey elvish eyes could see far, eventhough it was already dark, yet he felt his sight was diminished. There was something mystical about these woods and he didnt feel at ease but he couldn't go back;he could still hear the tetanizing roar of the orc horde that had been pursuing him for two days now. He knew that his kin lived in these woods and hoped that he could find refuge in the forest. But there he was, alone, or at least he thought he was.
He didn't know if the savage orcs had followed him into the woods or else they had chosen to turn back, for Athel Loren had a reputation and was sinonym of no return for all unpure hearts.
Astaldaer was brave but he knew that what lived in this forest, treemen, dryads, faeries ... was beyond his skills as an archer. Furthermore, he had no grief against the living creatures of this realm. His legs were weakening and since the beginning he knew that his presence hadn't remained unnoticed. He decided to break the silence that was ruling in his surroundings and in elvish he spoke these words: < I am Astaldaer and seek counsel of your king>. Eventhough he got no answer he sensed that he had been heard. He advanced deeper in the woods until he finally reached a clearing. He could see the stars shining in the sky and a feeling of reassurement grew in him.
What he didn't know was that the clearing which seemed to him as a good place to rest his eyes for the night was in fact a holy ground in which had been sown the seed of the Ancients. Such desecration could not remain unpunished.
Chapter 2
Suddenly the forest woke up. The leaves in the wind, which was now blowing in Athel Loren, made a whistling sound and were swirling around the holy clearing entraping Astaldaer who could no longer run away. He could feel the earth quaking under his feet and he could now see dark figures behind the whirlwind of leaves. The creatures entered the clearing, revealing themselves. They were dryads, young trees of human height with a life but no heart. Their anger was driving them blindly towards Astaldaer who was now outnumbered twenty to one. But the dryads didn't charge unlike what the elf expected. They stood there, intimidating him , steady as ice. The whistling
sound ended only to be replaced by a trampling noise. The circle of dryads made space for whatever creature was coming.
Astaldaer was paralysed by fear and the view of his arriving enemy only intensified that feeling. It was three times taller than him and ten times stronger. It was what made this forest so intimidating for strangers; some of the gigantic trees composing the forest could move and were called treemen. A treeman was now face to face with Astaldaer, a fierce look on what could be compared to a face, its fists closed, ready to crush the elf in one strike. The archer was defenseless, how could arrows penetrate suh a scale and even his dagger would no no harm to such toughness. The treeman took a big swing at the elf trying to crush his foe, but Astaldaer, using the small courage he had left managed to leap away. The treeman after a strong roar expressing his anger and aggressivity was ready for his next attack. The plants on the ground took part in the fight and after his leap, Astaldaer was now pinned down by what seemed to be all the roots of the living woods. He was doomed and closed his eyes. When he thought it was the end, he perceived a chant bhind the roar of the huge tree and recognized the tongue of his kin. This gave him the strenght for one last effort and managing to cut free his left hand with hsi dagger he succeeded in dodging the second attack of his opponent . The treeman which had less sharp hearing than the elf heard the singing after his second
attempt to annihilate his foe and the song he heard , he knew very well and stopped fighting. He backed out.
Only the mesmerizing chant of the elves could now be heard and the swirl of leaves was no more .
Note: Athel Loren, treemen and dryads are part of the fantasy world of Warhammer