If you have no idea what the characters are like " Vulmane " or "Night Hunters" Then don't ask. i'm going to be making a seperate topic for that
PART 1
“Look out! Elves! “
“Get the Children out of here“ A middle aged Vulmane was standing in the middle of the camp. It was in the middle of the Orc And Goblin War. “ Get the Children out of here! NOW!” a group of vulmanes went and grabed the children of the camp. A Young Teenage boy named Arkanar was among them. “Father! wait! Let me fight beside you!”
“No! It’s too dangerous! you must flee with your friends! “ The Vulmane Said
“ Aaron! we don’t have much time! they’re advancing now!” Aaron sighed and drew a blade “ Keep this with in the family. You’re all that’s left. Now go. Protect your friends. I’m sure you will fight….and If I don’t come back Arkanar… then best be with you.” Arkanar looked at his father, Tears forming… Then he turned around and ran. as fast as he could with the blade in hand. Aaron turned around and drew his 2 blades. it was a death wish. but a honorable Sacrifice for the vulmane tribe….
8 years later…
“ ngh…..what a rough sleep…” Arkanar had grown. the family sword hung on the wall inside of his hut.
By This time a female voice is being heard outside “Arkanar! Arkanar! Get your tail out here! it’s almost Breakfast time! “ Arkanar grumbled “ I’m coming Valienra! “ Arkanar walked out. it was a beautiful day in Draknarg. But a uneasy air was about. “ Arkanar! you look as lazy as ever! “ Valienra Gave a teasing grin. “ Yes, I may be lazy but you’re a slacker” Arkanar returned in a joking manner. Valienra laughed “Come on! The Head Nighthunter has something to say. I think it’s about the bloodhowlers” Arkanar Smiled “ Alright.”
“ My Fellow Vulmane! Today is the day that we begin our push to defeat the traitors that call themselves the Bloodhowlers. They Claim that if we don’t join, Then they will give us Hell! Well guess what my friends! WE SHALL GIVE THEM WORSE! “ A huge amount of war cries and cheers were heard. “ I am pleased to give honor to our last great hero. The Grandfather of the Ghostclaws, Aaron Windrider. and to his son! Arkanar!” Arkanar smiled softly as even more cheers were heard “ Arkanar, Can you please come up here. “ Arkanar stood up “ Before I do so, I must give a few words to say. Aaron is not dead. remember that, He is somewhere out there trying to find the key to end all this. The key to make us a grand race like the rest of Thestra.” Arkanar began walking up. “ Which is why I have vowed to find him once I begin my journey to help him with his mission” Arkanar reached the top where the Head Nighthunter was, The Nighthunter Smiled “ well spoken my friend.. and because of your quest I give you something that you might remember… we found this suit of chainmail armor and a powerful looking spear… but we have no idea of it’s creation. “ The Head Nighthunter took out a Chest that was medium size. Arkanar opened it and took out the spear. Unknown Memories filled Arkanar…Memories... of Norrath…
Part 2
Silently smiling, the ghostclaws levitated the chest to make it easy for me to put it home. I grabed one of the handles of the chest and pulled it out. As the Head Nighthunter made more comments I left to figure out these memories... What was this place that i saw? I could never answer. but memories are nothing important right now.
" Arkanar!!! Wait for me!!!! " Valienra Was running to my side " Arkanar you weird thing! i know that you know what that is so tell me! " She gave me one of those Rouge-like glances. I sighed " Well your information is wrong. i have no clue where this came from... just let me Try the armor and such. " I steped in my hut while she waited impatiently. Quickly i got the Chainish plate armor on. It was thick but Loaded with magic. I was almost overwhelmed just wearing this thing!
As i steped out Valienra jaw hit the floor. " My...Arkanar it matchs you perfectly! i've never seen armor like that!! " The armor was imbued with dragon symbols and gems that i never seen before. The spear glowed as i held it in my hand...like it knew i was it owner...it's...keeper....
But just as all silence goes, it is always broken... The eastern gate's alarm bell was ringing. Quickly Valienra and I ran to the gate....to find a large troop of Bloodhowlers out side. Quickly, the Nighthunters, Ghostclaw, and Swiftfangs gathered to end this threat quickly. "Quick Quick! Defensive Attack! Defensive attack" But like a fool...something compelled me to charge at them. and that's what I did, With my spear in hand I charged and Gave them a fight for their lives. With each stab and swing the Spear flashed and ended the lives of my Victims.. the Vulmane of Draknarg just watched. Not a spell nor arrow was fired. Not a single thing flew from the hand. or the bow. nothing... all they did was watch as i slaughtered these fools like they were worms.
Finally the last one was dead... and i wasn't even out of breath...it was like i've fought before... it was like...i could slaughter a whole army and live to tell the tale....it was...rather enjoyable...
More soon to come! i'd like your comments PLZ!!!