Post by gilthas on Apr 20, 2010 15:29:19 GMT -6
Octavius stood over the foul orc severing it's... Oh wait I've already done the epic story of meeting the DragonKin. But none of these great warriors of Lore started out so great. I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. So which should I start with... Well let's go with the one who started it all...OCTAVIUS!!!
Octavius of all people, started out as a farmhand since he was able to walk and talk. He had no family, but instead an ungrateful family of poor farmers who tried at every chance to get rid of him. Eventually, when he was about five, he got the idea they didn't want him, and he left home, to look for a better place. He only got to the end of the road before someone noticed him, whisking him to the side of the road.
"You know, it's quite dangerous for a little boy to be walking on his own" A deep, strong voice chuckled.
Octavius looked up at the slightly stubbled chin of a well armored knight.
"What's wrong son, cat got your tongue?" He asked.
"...I'm hungry" Octavius blurted sheepishly.
"Well, where's your parents, eh? Surely they must be around somewhere." The man replied.
Octavius didn't reply, but instead looked at his feet.
"What's wrong?" The man asked.
"I...I don't have any parents..." Octavius mumbled.
"Oh... Right, well I guess it's up to me to feed you then, eh?" The man said, feeling awkward, "So what's your name, little guy?"
The man raised Octavius onto his shoulders.
"My name's Octavius... sir" Octavius squealed as the man tickled his foot.
"Octavius, eh? I haven't heard that name in a long time. Last man I knew with that name was one heck of a good man." The man was clearly reminiscing about earlier days, "He was wise, strong, and had a wicked skill with any bladed weapon he could get his hands on. But he was struck down by Sepulchure, protecting me and the King."
He looked up at Octavius, seeing he wasn't paying much attention.
"But look at me, babbling the day away. I haven't even told you my name! I'm Calemvir, and it's nice to meet you." Calemvir and Octavius arrived at the market.
"Now you pick out what you want and I'll try my best to get it."
Octavius spent the next few minutes looking at different meats and other foods until he saw a raw peice of Dragon meat sticking out of a bunch of pork.
"That one!" He exclaimed, frightening Calemvir with the suddenness.
"Hmm...", Calemvir inspected the meat, "Sir, you are not permitted to sell Dragon meat, and neither is anyone else here, so I am, on the King's law, confiscating this good. If you feel otherwise, talk to the King himself."
Calemvir picked up the meat, holding it under his arm until they were out of view of the raging stall holder. He then handed the meat to Octavius.
"Now be careful eating that," He began, "Some parts can be poisonous, though if you are lucky, you can sometimes get the special parts of the dragon which are said to be embued with magic and Draconic strength, intellect, wisdom, and cunning."
Octavius looked at Calemvir blankly.
"Oh... sorry, sometimes I forget exactly who I'm talking to." He groans, embarassed slightly. "Now let me take you back to the Barracks. I can show you my routine, and we might even get your very own one."
Octavius brightened up at the last bit.
"You, like that? When you're older, I might teach you some swordplay..."
5 Years Later
Octavius woke with a start as Calemvir swung the door open.
"Up ya get, sleepy head!" He yelled cheeringly.
"Mmmf... I'm still tired..." Octavius groaned.
"That's no talk for a future knight! Up! Now! Or do you want me to get the bucket of water again?"
"Fine, fine, I'm up. So what's for breakfast then? I'm starving!"
"Why don't you go down to the kitchen and find out yerself, eh?" Calemvir shouted as Octavius dashed down the hall.
Octavius stared at the wide buffet of food set out for the 'in-training' knights, walking towards the first clear space at the table. As he sat down, he ripped a leg off a nearby chicken, piled a plate with eggs, then another with bacon and some sausages. Ripping in to his meal, he took in the details of the hall that had been part of his new home since he was just a little boy. The walls curved into an ark near the roof. The floor was tiled with a beautiful crimson colour, not much different than the outer lining of a dragon breath. Pillars ran up the wall, intricate design carved from pure gold running up them. The walls themselves were mozaic pictures telling the story of the battle of Swordhaven and how Chaos Lord Drakath came to be. The doors leadin to the courtyard and back to the living quarters were made of thick, strong pine wood with bars across it and doorknobs made of chromed steel.
After gawping for what seemed like days, Octavius, stomach growling like an angry Gorrilaphant, set to work on picking out his food. Sitting down to half the buffet on his plate, he started munching on a piece of chicken. As he started, Luthen, possibly the largest, in width and height, strode over, trying to look mighty but only giving everyone a look at his 'mighty' flab.
"Runt, give me that food! If you don't, I swear I'll beat the living hell out of you!" He snarled at Octavius.
"If you want some, get in the line like everyone else" He replied calmly.
"I don't wait for my food, orphan." When Luthan spoke, it sounded as if he already had food in his mouth.
"You woul do well to not underestimate me, Luthan." Octavius warned.
"How about this, runt, you and me, in the courtyard, swords, first blood wins?" Luthan growled.
"You're seriously dueling me over food?!" Octavius said, unbelieving, "Wow! You are more foolish than you look."
"That's it, right now!" Luthan roared, grabbing Octavius's shirt and dragging him to the courtyard.
After getting their own swords, Luthan and Octavius stood in a makeshift circle of onlookers, desperate to see the outcome of this certain swordfight...
Luthan's sword came down in a vicious, poweful blow as Octavius dodged to the right. Octavius countered with a low slice, but Luthan was quicker than his appearance let on, he blocked, then punched Octavius in the ribs. The crowd roared at the dirty play until Luthan aimed his sword at them. Using his adavntage, Octavius raked his sword across Luthan's back, leaving a gash the whole diagonal length of his back. Luthan turned in rage, about to attack Octavius again, before several apprentices held him back, yelling at him about the "first blood rule". While walking away, Luthan turned head, yelling over his shoulder.
"THIS ISN'T OVER RUNT!"
Added a bit more. Really late when I did this so it may seem bad or short but I'll add more later.
Octavius of all people, started out as a farmhand since he was able to walk and talk. He had no family, but instead an ungrateful family of poor farmers who tried at every chance to get rid of him. Eventually, when he was about five, he got the idea they didn't want him, and he left home, to look for a better place. He only got to the end of the road before someone noticed him, whisking him to the side of the road.
"You know, it's quite dangerous for a little boy to be walking on his own" A deep, strong voice chuckled.
Octavius looked up at the slightly stubbled chin of a well armored knight.
"What's wrong son, cat got your tongue?" He asked.
"...I'm hungry" Octavius blurted sheepishly.
"Well, where's your parents, eh? Surely they must be around somewhere." The man replied.
Octavius didn't reply, but instead looked at his feet.
"What's wrong?" The man asked.
"I...I don't have any parents..." Octavius mumbled.
"Oh... Right, well I guess it's up to me to feed you then, eh?" The man said, feeling awkward, "So what's your name, little guy?"
The man raised Octavius onto his shoulders.
"My name's Octavius... sir" Octavius squealed as the man tickled his foot.
"Octavius, eh? I haven't heard that name in a long time. Last man I knew with that name was one heck of a good man." The man was clearly reminiscing about earlier days, "He was wise, strong, and had a wicked skill with any bladed weapon he could get his hands on. But he was struck down by Sepulchure, protecting me and the King."
He looked up at Octavius, seeing he wasn't paying much attention.
"But look at me, babbling the day away. I haven't even told you my name! I'm Calemvir, and it's nice to meet you." Calemvir and Octavius arrived at the market.
"Now you pick out what you want and I'll try my best to get it."
Octavius spent the next few minutes looking at different meats and other foods until he saw a raw peice of Dragon meat sticking out of a bunch of pork.
"That one!" He exclaimed, frightening Calemvir with the suddenness.
"Hmm...", Calemvir inspected the meat, "Sir, you are not permitted to sell Dragon meat, and neither is anyone else here, so I am, on the King's law, confiscating this good. If you feel otherwise, talk to the King himself."
Calemvir picked up the meat, holding it under his arm until they were out of view of the raging stall holder. He then handed the meat to Octavius.
"Now be careful eating that," He began, "Some parts can be poisonous, though if you are lucky, you can sometimes get the special parts of the dragon which are said to be embued with magic and Draconic strength, intellect, wisdom, and cunning."
Octavius looked at Calemvir blankly.
"Oh... sorry, sometimes I forget exactly who I'm talking to." He groans, embarassed slightly. "Now let me take you back to the Barracks. I can show you my routine, and we might even get your very own one."
Octavius brightened up at the last bit.
"You, like that? When you're older, I might teach you some swordplay..."
5 Years Later
Octavius woke with a start as Calemvir swung the door open.
"Up ya get, sleepy head!" He yelled cheeringly.
"Mmmf... I'm still tired..." Octavius groaned.
"That's no talk for a future knight! Up! Now! Or do you want me to get the bucket of water again?"
"Fine, fine, I'm up. So what's for breakfast then? I'm starving!"
"Why don't you go down to the kitchen and find out yerself, eh?" Calemvir shouted as Octavius dashed down the hall.
Octavius stared at the wide buffet of food set out for the 'in-training' knights, walking towards the first clear space at the table. As he sat down, he ripped a leg off a nearby chicken, piled a plate with eggs, then another with bacon and some sausages. Ripping in to his meal, he took in the details of the hall that had been part of his new home since he was just a little boy. The walls curved into an ark near the roof. The floor was tiled with a beautiful crimson colour, not much different than the outer lining of a dragon breath. Pillars ran up the wall, intricate design carved from pure gold running up them. The walls themselves were mozaic pictures telling the story of the battle of Swordhaven and how Chaos Lord Drakath came to be. The doors leadin to the courtyard and back to the living quarters were made of thick, strong pine wood with bars across it and doorknobs made of chromed steel.
After gawping for what seemed like days, Octavius, stomach growling like an angry Gorrilaphant, set to work on picking out his food. Sitting down to half the buffet on his plate, he started munching on a piece of chicken. As he started, Luthen, possibly the largest, in width and height, strode over, trying to look mighty but only giving everyone a look at his 'mighty' flab.
"Runt, give me that food! If you don't, I swear I'll beat the living hell out of you!" He snarled at Octavius.
"If you want some, get in the line like everyone else" He replied calmly.
"I don't wait for my food, orphan." When Luthan spoke, it sounded as if he already had food in his mouth.
"You woul do well to not underestimate me, Luthan." Octavius warned.
"How about this, runt, you and me, in the courtyard, swords, first blood wins?" Luthan growled.
"You're seriously dueling me over food?!" Octavius said, unbelieving, "Wow! You are more foolish than you look."
"That's it, right now!" Luthan roared, grabbing Octavius's shirt and dragging him to the courtyard.
After getting their own swords, Luthan and Octavius stood in a makeshift circle of onlookers, desperate to see the outcome of this certain swordfight...
Luthan's sword came down in a vicious, poweful blow as Octavius dodged to the right. Octavius countered with a low slice, but Luthan was quicker than his appearance let on, he blocked, then punched Octavius in the ribs. The crowd roared at the dirty play until Luthan aimed his sword at them. Using his adavntage, Octavius raked his sword across Luthan's back, leaving a gash the whole diagonal length of his back. Luthan turned in rage, about to attack Octavius again, before several apprentices held him back, yelling at him about the "first blood rule". While walking away, Luthan turned head, yelling over his shoulder.
"THIS ISN'T OVER RUNT!"
Added a bit more. Really late when I did this so it may seem bad or short but I'll add more later.
