This horible story im writing
Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 12:09 am
The Celts
Prologue
So you know how it is in the world of the ancient Celts. Running from the evil gods, fighting with our enemies, and you get the point. Well, I’m here to tell you an abnormal story of the young boy warrior named Lugh.
It was at first a normal day for him, then he gets picked to go to the school for those that wish to be a warrior (melee fighters), a druid (healers that specialize with medicine and nature magic), mage (elemental spell casters), rangers (archers, specialize in ranged attacks), or rogues (up close fighters, similar to warriors, but with less brute force and more finesse). He decided to be a warrior, the person with the most damage, albeit the least amount of finesse. Enough about that though, time to get to the story.
* *
Hello mother, since it is time to decide what type of fighter I wish to be, I have chosen the warrior. If you wish to find me I shall be on one of the islands of Orkney jar. Once I know which island it shall be, I shall send word with one of the servants. I will likely be on the front lines of the war against Crom Cruach, fighting alongside Rhiannon, and Arawn.
Your son,
Lugh.
“Welcome to the class choosing! It is time since you are 18 to pick the class you wish to be! Each of your names shall be chosen at random from this box.” the announcer yelled.
The announcer slowly reaches into the box trying to build suspense amongst the crowd. At last he picks out the name.
“The first of you slimy little worms to be put through Hell is... Lugh of the Beserker clan!” the announcer trailed off muttering profanities against the Beserker clan.
“The next of you is Eochaïdh, also of the Beserker clan!” the announcer shouted grimly.
After all that, in the order we were picked in, we got to pick our classes. I of course chose warrior, Eochaïdh chose druid, the main class that was chosen, was warrior. All classes went to the island of ‘Sandey’ and the war was going on but around 1,000 kilometers to the south of Sandey in the city and surrounding area of ‘Strjónsey’. The war is with Crom Cruach, and our allies fighting against Crom are; Arawn and Rhiannon.
“Eochaïdh, do you even want to go to the war for the simple reason of healing? Although since you’re a Druid, you would be withheld from the front lines for that reason also. The reason being you’re 1 of 10 people who chose to be druid, so you’re too precious to be allowed to die. The army has plenty of Rangers, Rogues, Mages, and Warriors, but not nearly enough Druids to be able to heal everyone. And on top of that, we have to fight the Connacht on our Southwestern flanks, whereas Crom and his forces are attacking on the Northeastern flanks. So that is 5 Druids on each flank, not nearly enough...” my voice trailed off.
“Well, I want to go to help heal. Also, Rhiannon can help heal, and Arawn by himself is worth 30 Connacht and 10 of Crom’s soldiers. So we-” Eochaïdh was cut off by myself.
“Yes, but we don’t have 2 Arawn’s to help on both fronts.” I reply with a malice in my voice indicating the argument is over.
“Yes, but we have you. You are half the worth of Arawn. So you are worth 10 Connacht, and 5 of Crom’s forces. So I figure, you would fight the Connacht, and Rhiannon with 4 other Druids would heal you. Then Arawn would be fighting Crom’s forces, with me and 6 other Druids,” Eochaïdh said.
Chapter One
Day 1
“Do we really have to wake up this early!!?” one of the Rangers yelled.
“Wake up unless you don’t want to be fit enough come war time! Ya worthless maggots,’’ the camp director said.
Today is the first day of training. For the first 2 weeks all we do is condition. The last 18 weeks (20 weeks training camp), is fighting, technique and so forth. We wake up at 3.00 AM every day.
“Go to your stations! Warrior far right, druid right of warrior, rogue middle, ranger left of rogue, mage far left! It’s nigh impossible to miss seeing as there are big giant signs saying; WARRIOR, DRUID, ROGUE, RANGER, and MAGE. Ye have to be blind to miss ‘em!” the director yelled.
I yawn and run to the warrior side. Once everyone was there the warrior trainer, Adhemas, greeted us and told us about the warrior class.
“Welcome to the warrior class everyone. We are generally the strongest of the 5 different classes. We, much like the rogues, specialize in melee, but they have more finesse then us, and they’re much more cunning and sneaky. So if you wake up one night with a blade in your leg or gut, it was probably one of the rogues. I have posted what we shall learn on the billboard near the tent. Lunch is at approximately 3.45 PM
each day. You may think you’re in Hell for the next 20 weeks because of the intense training, you start tomorrow. Today is the one day out of 20 weeks to can relax,” Adhemas told us.
“ What the hell?!” one of the older warriors scream. “One freaking day?!”
the same girl warrior, Kat shouted sarcastically, “That’s nowhere near enough time to let me do my make up!”
“Oh whatever, shut up you idiot! We don’t give a crap about your stupid make-up! Just get a life will ye?” I shout venomously.
“You wanna fight?! Well co-” Kat was cut off by Adhemas.
“STOP FIGHTING! THE BOTH OF YOU!” Adhemas shouted short-tempered.
“Someone’s a little mad eh?” I said very sarcastically.
“Do a 10 mile run, NOW! It’s 5 times around the whole yard,” Adhemas said to both me and Kat.
After the run, we get shown to our rooms so we can take showers.
“Y’all smell! Go take a shower!” one of the annoying boys scream.
“You idiot,” Kat says right before punching him in the gut.
“Ugh..” younger warrior says.
* *
Day 2
“Wake up everyone! Daylights a-wasting!” Adhemas yells, even though its 3.00 AM.
“What daylight? All I see is darkness...” I yell back annoyed.
“Don’t care, EVERYONE OUT OF BED! NOW! TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE ARENA!” Adhemas shouted which got everyone stirred.
Oh my god. The 2nd day and we’re doing battlefield tactics already?! I hope to Rhiannon none of us die. If we have to go early I suppose it would make sense, but if not, we have what to do for 5 months? , I think to myself.
UPDATE:Once all of us get to the arena, the camper director tells us the rules of the arena, and our schedule for the day.
“Alrighty you little slime balls, time for the rules of the arena. Try not to kill anybody.. but, accidents to happen...,” He says looking pointedly at me, “Anyways... Rule 1: DO NOT EAT THE FOOD ON THE PLATES, IF YOU DO THEN... YER IN TROUBLE. Rule 2: USE ONLY THE WOODEN SWORDS, AXES, DAGGERS, SPEARS, TOTEMS, STAVES, WANDS AND SUCHLIKE. If you use metal ones you shall be banned with a criminal charge.. at minimum. More rules once i come up with them,” he yelled.
“Schedules now, Rangers, Temple, Ranged Combat, Swimming, Arena, and Battlefield tactics. Rogue; Daggers, Arena, Battlefield Tactics, Temple, and Swimming. Druid; Swimming, Nature Magic, Temple, Battlefield Tactics, and Arena. Warriors,
Hope ye liked it. Kat isn't ThunderKat, its meh sister. Had to get dinner why nothing in warrior and no mage
section yet
Prologue
So you know how it is in the world of the ancient Celts. Running from the evil gods, fighting with our enemies, and you get the point. Well, I’m here to tell you an abnormal story of the young boy warrior named Lugh.
It was at first a normal day for him, then he gets picked to go to the school for those that wish to be a warrior (melee fighters), a druid (healers that specialize with medicine and nature magic), mage (elemental spell casters), rangers (archers, specialize in ranged attacks), or rogues (up close fighters, similar to warriors, but with less brute force and more finesse). He decided to be a warrior, the person with the most damage, albeit the least amount of finesse. Enough about that though, time to get to the story.
* *
Hello mother, since it is time to decide what type of fighter I wish to be, I have chosen the warrior. If you wish to find me I shall be on one of the islands of Orkney jar. Once I know which island it shall be, I shall send word with one of the servants. I will likely be on the front lines of the war against Crom Cruach, fighting alongside Rhiannon, and Arawn.
Your son,
Lugh.
“Welcome to the class choosing! It is time since you are 18 to pick the class you wish to be! Each of your names shall be chosen at random from this box.” the announcer yelled.
The announcer slowly reaches into the box trying to build suspense amongst the crowd. At last he picks out the name.
“The first of you slimy little worms to be put through Hell is... Lugh of the Beserker clan!” the announcer trailed off muttering profanities against the Beserker clan.
“The next of you is Eochaïdh, also of the Beserker clan!” the announcer shouted grimly.
After all that, in the order we were picked in, we got to pick our classes. I of course chose warrior, Eochaïdh chose druid, the main class that was chosen, was warrior. All classes went to the island of ‘Sandey’ and the war was going on but around 1,000 kilometers to the south of Sandey in the city and surrounding area of ‘Strjónsey’. The war is with Crom Cruach, and our allies fighting against Crom are; Arawn and Rhiannon.
“Eochaïdh, do you even want to go to the war for the simple reason of healing? Although since you’re a Druid, you would be withheld from the front lines for that reason also. The reason being you’re 1 of 10 people who chose to be druid, so you’re too precious to be allowed to die. The army has plenty of Rangers, Rogues, Mages, and Warriors, but not nearly enough Druids to be able to heal everyone. And on top of that, we have to fight the Connacht on our Southwestern flanks, whereas Crom and his forces are attacking on the Northeastern flanks. So that is 5 Druids on each flank, not nearly enough...” my voice trailed off.
“Well, I want to go to help heal. Also, Rhiannon can help heal, and Arawn by himself is worth 30 Connacht and 10 of Crom’s soldiers. So we-” Eochaïdh was cut off by myself.
“Yes, but we don’t have 2 Arawn’s to help on both fronts.” I reply with a malice in my voice indicating the argument is over.
“Yes, but we have you. You are half the worth of Arawn. So you are worth 10 Connacht, and 5 of Crom’s forces. So I figure, you would fight the Connacht, and Rhiannon with 4 other Druids would heal you. Then Arawn would be fighting Crom’s forces, with me and 6 other Druids,” Eochaïdh said.
Chapter One
Day 1
“Do we really have to wake up this early!!?” one of the Rangers yelled.
“Wake up unless you don’t want to be fit enough come war time! Ya worthless maggots,’’ the camp director said.
Today is the first day of training. For the first 2 weeks all we do is condition. The last 18 weeks (20 weeks training camp), is fighting, technique and so forth. We wake up at 3.00 AM every day.
“Go to your stations! Warrior far right, druid right of warrior, rogue middle, ranger left of rogue, mage far left! It’s nigh impossible to miss seeing as there are big giant signs saying; WARRIOR, DRUID, ROGUE, RANGER, and MAGE. Ye have to be blind to miss ‘em!” the director yelled.
I yawn and run to the warrior side. Once everyone was there the warrior trainer, Adhemas, greeted us and told us about the warrior class.
“Welcome to the warrior class everyone. We are generally the strongest of the 5 different classes. We, much like the rogues, specialize in melee, but they have more finesse then us, and they’re much more cunning and sneaky. So if you wake up one night with a blade in your leg or gut, it was probably one of the rogues. I have posted what we shall learn on the billboard near the tent. Lunch is at approximately 3.45 PM
each day. You may think you’re in Hell for the next 20 weeks because of the intense training, you start tomorrow. Today is the one day out of 20 weeks to can relax,” Adhemas told us.
“ What the hell?!” one of the older warriors scream. “One freaking day?!”
the same girl warrior, Kat shouted sarcastically, “That’s nowhere near enough time to let me do my make up!”
“Oh whatever, shut up you idiot! We don’t give a crap about your stupid make-up! Just get a life will ye?” I shout venomously.
“You wanna fight?! Well co-” Kat was cut off by Adhemas.
“STOP FIGHTING! THE BOTH OF YOU!” Adhemas shouted short-tempered.
“Someone’s a little mad eh?” I said very sarcastically.
“Do a 10 mile run, NOW! It’s 5 times around the whole yard,” Adhemas said to both me and Kat.
After the run, we get shown to our rooms so we can take showers.
“Y’all smell! Go take a shower!” one of the annoying boys scream.
“You idiot,” Kat says right before punching him in the gut.
“Ugh..” younger warrior says.
* *
Day 2
“Wake up everyone! Daylights a-wasting!” Adhemas yells, even though its 3.00 AM.
“What daylight? All I see is darkness...” I yell back annoyed.
“Don’t care, EVERYONE OUT OF BED! NOW! TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE ARENA!” Adhemas shouted which got everyone stirred.
Oh my god. The 2nd day and we’re doing battlefield tactics already?! I hope to Rhiannon none of us die. If we have to go early I suppose it would make sense, but if not, we have what to do for 5 months? , I think to myself.
UPDATE:Once all of us get to the arena, the camper director tells us the rules of the arena, and our schedule for the day.
“Alrighty you little slime balls, time for the rules of the arena. Try not to kill anybody.. but, accidents to happen...,” He says looking pointedly at me, “Anyways... Rule 1: DO NOT EAT THE FOOD ON THE PLATES, IF YOU DO THEN... YER IN TROUBLE. Rule 2: USE ONLY THE WOODEN SWORDS, AXES, DAGGERS, SPEARS, TOTEMS, STAVES, WANDS AND SUCHLIKE. If you use metal ones you shall be banned with a criminal charge.. at minimum. More rules once i come up with them,” he yelled.
“Schedules now, Rangers, Temple, Ranged Combat, Swimming, Arena, and Battlefield tactics. Rogue; Daggers, Arena, Battlefield Tactics, Temple, and Swimming. Druid; Swimming, Nature Magic, Temple, Battlefield Tactics, and Arena. Warriors,
Hope ye liked it. Kat isn't ThunderKat, its meh sister. Had to get dinner why nothing in warrior and no mage
section yet
