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The order of the Wooden Berserkers; Just a little story I'm working on.
Topic Started: Mar 25 2011, 07:57 AM (189 Views)
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This is my first time I even wrote a story seriously so be gentle. ;) I was trying to make a plausible story how the elves would feel after Toegoff left into the mirror.


The order of the Wooden Berserkers

A story ended beyond a portal. An Eluvian that led to the beyond.
The mage, the elf and a proud hound slowly left the darkness and were allowed to witness the end of a tale that Ferelden would sing for so many centuries.

But what of his homeland? He did great things to his people and loved them by heart. He stood for them in a battle that he was sure to lose, every second he took his breath. He made choices that some could never understand but him. His people, his love. But slowly the love was placed in the form of a person.
And so the elves faded away in his heart until one day, everything but one… was gone.

A march of an army was to be seen beyond the forest, not darkspawn but men. Zathrian made a final mistake, and so the peace was answered by the sound of forge and metal.
Toegoff left them. Betrayed them. So were the tales the elves told.

Light steps were able to be heard in the forest. The steps of a hunt. His legs moved swift and nimble and his arms were reaching out for the prey. A wolf howled in despair. The chase was over. A light cut was able to be seen from it’s body with only a little cut in the heart. Kamal looked over, disappointed because what he witnessed was not him. Even though a cheering voice slowly began to get louder he saw that the little dagger mother made him was not enough.
“Good work ones again Kamal!” A smal girl looked up to him. It was his sister Amalia.
Her clear green eyes made a smile possible on Kamal’s face. She looked at the wolf, amazed, but disgusted at the same time. The sun was almost fading out, a sign that night would soon fall upon the forest.
The forest almost looked magical in this time of the year. It was Fall, the leaves fell of the trees cloaking the woods with red and yellow colours.
“It’s time we’d go home, little sister.” His voice was cheerful.
In the eyes of the sister there stood a big, strong hero she could look up to. His long brown hair was played by the wind, and his leather armour had a little shine on it. Even for killing a single beast she looked up with pride.

Nightfall. It was time to gather. The steps of heavy boots echoed through the trees. It was a long walk from the nearest village.
 
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What I thought of when i saw your title
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iPwnies
Mar 25 2011, 10:32 AM
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Nice :D
 
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iPwnies
Mar 25 2011, 10:32 AM
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HARD CORE!!!

But I thought Zatherian's was bound to go to the next humans.
 
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