A Shift In The Wind...

[Minea 124]

Starke McHaryn clicked his tongue softly to the large hot blooded Destrier standing before him, the beast continued to throw its head nervously, as if smelling something on the wind. Looking around him the other eight horses stabled seemed to be doing the same thing, nervously pawing the ground and whinnying in anticipation.

 

Glancing across to his right Starke McHaryn raised his eyebrows in question to the warrior standing there, his cousin Rowan McHaryn.

 

"The beasts are uneasy, perhaps a storm approaches?". Rowan McHaryn a veteran of many battles furrowed his brow in confusion, it seemed that Rowan wasn't so confident of the horses reaction, Rowan raised his voice and replied, looking to the exit of the stables.

 

"Nay coz, I fear something else stirs in the night, I recommend we investigate". Without another word Rowan swung into the saddle of his own destrier, sword blade naked in the moon light. Following suit Starke did the same, the horses less nervous now that they had the comforting touch of their owners.

 

Trotting into the moonlight the duo inspected the surrounding land, the Wilds docks were as usual still, nothing seemed amiss. Turning to his side Rowan stopped, his voice broke the silence.

 

"Perhaps we are just frightened milk maid-". Suddenly half way through his sentence a loud and explosive sound filled the air, that of  a giant ripping. Both men heavily armoured whirled their steeds in time to witness score upon score of black skeleton beings, wielding heavy broad swords of hard edged metal, the legion was pouring out of some rift, the rift itself opening up on the docks.

 

Without a word Rowan clapped spurs to his destriers side and charged the group, his sword blade arcing down again and again, everywhere it landed the fiends would split in two grunting before falling to the ground as a heap of bones. Starke furrowed his brow in thought, thinking for a split second before galloping after his cousin.

 

Both men fought with a vengeance, but their bravery and skill was out done by sheer numbers, Rowan was the first to fall slaying three of the fiends in quick succession before being overwelmed and dragged from his horse. Fearing that all was lost Starke fought even harder but eventually the same happend, his armour rent, sword knicked in several places, Starke saw the press bearing down on him, just when Starke thought his life was done, arcing flames blasted through the horde. Lancing skeletons left and right, in his fatigue Starke noticed the wielder of magic, an unfamiliar mage of great power through bolts of fire one after the other into the press.

 

The fiends seemed to retreat, disappear. Only a handful were left when the rest of the Wolvengard joined the fray, their battle cries coinciding with their sword strokes, completely wiping the last of the skeleton like fiends.

 

Rising to his feet Starke used his sword as a crude walking stick. His mail rent, breathing heavily he looked around at his brethren in arms.

 "It has only just begun".

 

OOC:

Ok so not the best story, but I wanted to write it because of how happy this made me and my guild. We rarely get to do events as of our timezones. And brilliant stuff like this makes us proud of our admins. They're listening to our suggestions! Tythus and Cappy  did this mini event, and although it was short, we all thought it was absolutely EPIC. Really thanks guys for that event, my lads thoroughly enjoyed it! I salute you, making the server epic one impromptu event at a time! Although you didn't have to, it made a massive difference to us!

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((You should write this story down In Character, and bring a copy to Vaerhaven's book shop. Always looking for new authors.))

[Moot 1719]

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