Drown my Sorrows

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

((This is just a short story on a plot ive been meaning to do with my character for a long time. As I can’t act it out as I want to, I decided to write a short story instead on it, some of it will have non-minecraft stuff, I.E: Weapons such as a halberd etc just to add atmosphere to the short story. Note: Im unsure of which forum section this should go under so I chose RP since it is entirely RP related. WARNING: Has some use of foul language, read at your own risk))

He studied the parchment, a crudely drawn map had been brought to him with various obvious landmarks and a red X in the North Eastern portion of the map next to what looks like the old ruined watchtower. He asked for Sir John Hales to gather some of the Nords, Sir Arthur and Jimmy Lockheart, the Adventurer. Samuel Bealcrest stepped into the hall with his Nords closely behind, Sir Arthur and Jimmy lagging behind, wiping off the snow from their shoulders they all took seats around the long table, muttering to each other. The Nords were quickly silenced when Samuel spoke ‘Cataris, what news have you?’. Cataris dug his fingers into his pockets refusing the urge to scratch his scar ‘Our good ol’ friend here, Jimmy has told me of a Bandit camp to the North East, fairly close to some friends of mine, I would not like to see my friends hurt, I propose we strike this camp and take out the bandits.’ That sent a buzzing throughout the Nords and was quickly silenced, by Samuel, ‘Cataris, I can offer some men and supplies, just choose your men and I will have them packed and ready for the fight ahead’, ‘Aye, Thanks Samuel, damn scum deserve to die’. Cataris leaned towards Sir John ‘Grab Svog, Igor, Sir Arthur, Jimmy Lockheart and Jessica, Have them prepare also prepare yourself’. Few knew of Jessica and even fewer knew of her battle prowess, she would do well to stay beside Sir Arthur. The thought of their marriage had nagged him for years, he hadn’t invited anyone to their wedding, leaving it a secluded wedding as they both had wanted, though their friends had wanted to be there for the occasion. When he looked back up, everyone was gone, he turned to his left and noticed John still at his side, ever watchful, a loyal knight. I must have fallen asleep he mused to himself, stretching his arms. He finally stood up out of the chair, John took a quick glance at him ‘Can I be of any help?’, ‘No, go to sleep John’ Cataris replied. John retreated out of the room, obviously sleepy, almost tripping over someone’s left behind cloak. Stretching once more once John had left the room, he himself started to walk out of the Hall, picking up the cloak and taking it with him. The snow outside was falling deep and soon enough was trudging through knee height snow. Finally making it to his cabin with a sigh, he headed downstairs into the basement, walking over to the far back wall where a chest sat amongst many. Producing a key from his pocket he slowly opened the chest to reveal a fiddle. He slowly took out the fiddle and plucked at the strings a little. He brought a chair over as he did every night and sat down. He slowly played a sad song to himself, singing ‘Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we climbed hills or trees. Learned of love and –‘ He cut off the song, he couldn’t continue. He replaced the fiddle in the chest, locking it once more and slowly made the ascent up the stairs. Opening his bedroom door he saw Jessica asleep in bed, he quietly walked over and climbed into bed, drifting off into a deep sleep. That night he saw the same man as always, hanging from the tree, his face blue, staring at him as he approached, the rope still clung to his neck, he saw the crude drawing of his own face on the oak tree, the man whispered to him in a hoarse voice ‘Please, please, nice man’.

He awoke, drenched in sweat, He sat upright and sat on the edge of the bed, the morning sun shone through the window. Jessica stirred under the bed sheets ‘Good morning handsome’. He smiled at that, though little was handsome about him least of all his scar. He moved his hand over the scar, feeling the bumps in his skin from where it had melted. He stood up, nude to the world, he moved over to his chest to retrieve some fresh clothes, picking out a white under shirt with a leather jerkin, he grabbed a pair of brown trousers and pulled them on. Quickly lacing up his boots and adorning his sword and scabbard, he went outside to meet with John. John was with some of the other Nords, training with sword and axe. ‘Hello!, the men ready?’, ‘Aye sir, just waiting on you and Jessica’ he replied. He turned around to see Jessica strolling out of their cabin in a leather vest and brown breeches, scabbard and a dirk at her side. Svog and Igor lined up, while the others just sat about in their armour though Jimmy only wore the same green cloak as always and the simple green tunic and breeches. He showed them the map he had received from a friend of his, pointing out the landmarks and explaining them of what’s to come, the Nords looked hungry for battle, the Knights took it as the usual job, Jimmy didn’t show any expression.

The gate creaked open, the men marched out into the snowy hills of the North. Samuel looked out from the gatehouse tower as the other Nords watched from the gate. Cataris turned back to his men and quickly caught up. Days when by as they marched, soon enough they found a small river that had not yet frozen over, The Nords quickly caught some fish and cooked them up over the fire as the night grew cold and dark, terrors lurking behind every tree, ever fearful of the light. Cataris turned behind him to see several red glowing eyes in the tree tops and moans from beyond the light, of which would be the Undead minions. They chatted over the fire, never paying head to the screeches and moans in the night from those that are not living nor dead. The men went off to sleep as much as they could before dawn rises. Cataris saw only Jimmy awake, close to the fire. He crawled back into his small tent and fell asleep next to Jessica.

He awoke with a strange feeling, a tingling under his skin. It was quiet, there was no noise. ‘Crack!’ a twig snapped under a foot, He climbed out from his tent to see what is happening, it was midnight, everyone else was asleep. He could hear the crunching of snow under mail and iron boots. He quickly leaned over, retrieving his diamond sword from its scabbard, he slowly got up and walked over to the others, before he could nudge them awake, a familiar face walked into the light, blood smeared on the unsheathed sword. ‘Hello Cataris! What a surprise your out here’, ‘Hello Gaius, What is it you’re doing out here?’, ‘I was looking for you, heard you were after some Bandits, might as well offer some swords to your aid’. More men appeared from out of the darkness wearing iron and mail armour, with the symbol of the Teutonic Order engraved in their breastplates. ‘Well the swords are welcome here, I noticed you took care of those minions’. The soldiers set down their small tents at Gaius’ orders.

The sun rose in the horizon, Jimmy kicked him awake. He slowly woke up and groaned as he crawled out of the tent. Jessica was already up and cooking a fish for breakfast. He sat by the fire, wrapping his cloak around him and pulling up the hood. By dawn they marched off with more troops than before, the men were ready for battle.

Cataris and Gaius had the men stay behind, they got on their stomachs and crawled through the snow until they were atop a small hill overlooking several huts and a large mess hall. They lay their flat on their stomachs most of the day, counting the men that walk throughout the camp. Once the sun started the set, Cataris and Gaius stole away down the hill towards their men. Gaius told the men ‘There are around fifteen men down there maybe more, some I recognise as wanted thieves or cutthroats. Their punishment will be death, and we will show them deaths door’. The men nodded their heads in approval, the Nords held their axes in their hands ready for battle, Sir Arthur Dayne or otherwise known as “The Smiling Knight” grinned, hand atop the pommel of his sword. Sir John Hales held out his ancestral sword “Red Rain” forged by his Grandfather. Jessica stood by Jimmy, smiling at Cataris.

The night grew darker, the men in the camp were drunk inside the mess hall, laughing and talking aloud in the night. The light of the fire burned bright lighting up the camp. Shadows moved throughout the camp, the snow grew blood red in places where once a sentry stood. Cataris ran side by side with Sir John, glancing over to the other huts he saw Sir Arthur Dayne and Jimmy Lockheart running around the huts, cutting the throats of sentries. Jessica caught up to them, pushing them aside as a sentry almost saw them. Cataris turned to John but he already had his bow out and shot the sentry down. The lifeless form fell from the tower to land in the snow with a small ‘poof’ as the snow exploded into the air from the impact. Gaius had his men set up behind the mess hall, ready to climb through the windows as Cataris’ men would storm the front door. Sir Arthur, Jessica and Jimmy waited out front of the mess hall, waiting for Cataris and Sir John. Svog and Igor came rushing up to Cataris , Svog removed his axe and threw it towards Cataris, time slowed down as the axe came rushing towards his face, he wanted more time! His life was too short and he did not like the taste of betrayal a second time, though it missed! A loud cracking noise appeared right behind Cataris, Thinking it was John he turned to see, but it was a scruffy looking sentry with an axe in his chest, a dirk in his hand. Svog watched Cataris with a large grin on his face. Meeting up with the others at the mess hall door, they listened in to the conversation. The door then burst open as a drunk man stumbled out, everyone stood frozen. The man walked over to a hut and pissed in the snow. Jimmy quickly plucked a knife from under his cloak and threw it towards the man, hitting him in the neck. Blood came rushing out painting the snow, a light gurgling sound protruded from the man as he drowned in his own blood. Cataris motioned to Sir Arthur and John, they both quickly and quietly moved towards the door again, pulling out their swords, Igor and Svog nodded ready, Jimmy didn’t make any sign of movement or acknowledgement, Jessica only smiled at Cataris. John and Arthur kicked the door as loud as possible, stunning the drunken men into confusion. They fumbled at their scabbards by their benches though the men were already on them. Blood smeared the walls, coating the wooden walls in a fine blood red. The screams and shouts of the drunken men rung throughout the night, Cataris turned to an opponent, He saw a man with sword in hand, a Teutonic soldier dead at his feet, blood streaming out of the soldiers neck. Cataris charged the man, lifting his sword in an upwards movement hoping to cut him groin to chest, The man deflected the blow, pushing the blade to the side, scratching the man’s leather jerkin as it missed the full blow. ‘Oi! Ya **** head!’ he grunted, Cataris punched the man in the face, an explosion of blood flew out as the mailed fist had broken his nose. The bandit spat out more blood, swining his sword around in an arc, Cataris quickly deflected the blow swinging the sword out of the bandits hand, rearing his sword in the air, Cataris brought his sword back up ready, though the man tackled him to the ground before he could strike him. The man’s face bare inches for his own, blood drooled onto Cataris’ face as they grappled each other, trying to gain control. Blood spewed out of the man’s throat as a diamond sword came gleaming through, looking up he saw Sir John with Red Rain in hand. Cataris regained his footing, the fighting was mostly done, the last few bandits were in a corner fending off the armoured warriors. Suddenly his head jerked hard to the left, his knees gave way, the shouting sounded distant, someone called his name, the world grew darker, he fell into the darkness.

He woke up, the rain was pouring down, there were people standing all around, something warm fell into his eyes. He turned his head to see Jessica lying in a pool of blood, Jimmy next to her, Sir Arthur clutching her hand. He tried to get up, his legs gave way, he was too weak. He started to crawl over there, John lifted him up and carried him over. He lifted her head, she looked at him and said ‘Hold me darling just a little while’. He held her close, he gave her their last kiss. He found the love he knew he had missed, but now she’s gone even though he holds her tight. He lost his Love, his Life, that night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLmnyRozFKk

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

Re-added it

[Sagwort 833]

This is a great story. Wounderful story line and it kept me intrested the whole time.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

This is a great story. Wounderful story line and it kept me intrested the whole time.

Thanks, it means alot

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

This is a great story!

[shields12347 133]

This is a great story Cataris. Keep up the great RP

[Toren Neminis 21]

[[A good short story, I think. Of course, the characters could have been developed a bit more, especially the love between Cataris and Jessica, which is only really hinted at. But then again, you're not writing a book :P

Wish you could have broke up some of the longer paragraphs into more manageable pieces, it's hard on the eyes. I write a little as well and had gotten into the habit of writing really long paragraphs but I forced myself to remedy that a few years back. Just find natural breaks in the "scene".

Also I would have liked to see more description of the land and surroundings and such. That's al I have to say for now, feel free to disregard the advice/feedback I gave :)]]

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

@GreenPeas

((Thank you for the advice :D ))

[Rakornokorgod 29]

Well. That was depressing. Really good rp though

[KarmaDelta 969]

(( Brought a tear to my eye. Should be a movie ;_; ))

[MuffineyGoodness 19]

That was a great short story, very interesting the whole way through. Cant believe you killed her off D;.

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.