Ok, Im just setting up the thread, if someone else wants to be the GM then go ahead. Heres how the game will work. You submit a story, then everyone votes. DO NOT VOTE RANDOMLY If you dont want to read all the stories, then dont vote. Simple as that. Props to Marcus Phenix for the idea
Current stories-
-Noob Genocider-
"The Dark Brotherhood Traitor"
His name was Mathieu Bellamont. Age 15. Just returning from another fishing trip for food along the Gold Coast was his usual routine around noon, just intime to get back home, gut the fish, and cook it for dinner.
It was just his mother and him. His father was quite a gambler, and owed quite a big dept. "One night", as his mother told him a new years ago, "someone came in the middle of night for him. I never saw him again." Mathieu could remember his mothers word well, and they would never drain from his mind. But what he didn't know, was that on this very night, something even worse would happen that would make him keep an oath that would be the very death of Mathieu himself.
After his father left, his mother still owed the same dept. The mother didnt work, the father did. And now with no father, the mother had no choice but to sneak away in the middle of the night before the man that took Mathieu's father did the same to his mother. Mathieu understood this, as he would NEVER forgive himself if his mother had the same fate as his father...
"Mom, I'm home with dinner!", yelled Mathieu into his small apartment.
Mathieu's mother had no idea why an owner of a hotel, a complete stranger, would let Mathieu and his mother stay there for free. Mathieu always kept saying that his mothers looks can do wonders. She a quiet woman, 5 ft. tall with long black hair. A regular Breton woman.
"Mom, are you there?" He searched for his mother, but she wasn't there. He went into his mothers room, and there, he found her. Laying there decapitated on the bed, as if she were sleeping was his mother. It was a horrible sight that would scar Mathieu forever, until the day he died. His mother's face was horrifying, the eyes bulging out and her mouth wide open. Mathieu cried on sight. He knelt near his mother and found a note, almost illegable from all the blood on it. He read the note.
Dear Mr. Thasias..as he started reading, but stopped and realized that that was the name of the owner of the hotel who let his mother stay there for free. At first he thought Thasias killed his mother, because maybe he proposed to her and she said no, but he kept on reading. The deed you have requested is finished, she is dead. But there was no boy here. I will search for him right away.
Signed, Lucien Lachance. He remembered that name.. Lucien Lachance. Then he realized he read that name in a book. He was a member of the Dark Brotherhood. His Tears stopped, but remembered he was being hunted too as of what the note said. He slammed his fist hard onto the bed, and the head of his dead mother roled under the bed.
He knew he had to avenge his mother, get back at Thasias and the Dark Brotherhood. Back at Lucien Lachance. Back at the Night Mother, the unholy matron, the ghostly leader of the Dark Brotherhood herself, and all that caused him suffering.
CHAPTER 1: THE INN KEEPER
As Mathieu hid in the dark corners near where one begger was sleeping, he couldn't stop crying. Thinking of his mothers quaint face...then the horrid bleeding face. He quickly erased it from his memory as he needed a plan to get back Thasias.
"Hey boy. You okay?", asked an Imperial Guard spotting him while doing his regular routine through the Talos Plaza District. Mathieu answered with a "Hmmph". He could think of nothing else to say. All he could think was a way of killing that murdering bastard Thasias. That was the only thing in his mind besides Lucien and the Night Mother. "Boy, I asked you a question. Are you sick? Look, I'll find your mother for you..."
And with that, Mathieu dashed away. He went running for Luthers Boarding House. He knew Baurus, who always hung around with him, would be there. His father, Tariem was a waiter there, so he knew Baurus would be there.
Baurus was a young Redguard of not yet 13. Baurus wanted to be like his mother, Lydia, whom his father always said was a brave warrior, but kept to himself that she ran away and became a fearsome knight, after being consumed by a powerful blade called Umbra. Baurus' father tracked Lydia to a small Ayleid ruin south of the Imperial City. Lydia was fully consumed by Umbra, and considered herself to be Umbra as well. While Baurus' father was almost killed by Lydia, he always told Baurus that the reason he lost his arm was because of a run in with a daedra while delivering goods from Leyawiin back to the Imperial City.
He went inside the bar, looking eagerly for Baurus. "Oh hello Mathieu", Tariem said as he was cleaning new wine bottles just delivered from Morrowind."How are you today"?
"Fine, just looking for Baurus, did you happen to see him?"
"Oh Im sorry, he went to The Feed Bag in the market district to pick up some corn. Anything I can help you with though?" "No, thats fine. Bye"
It was almost sunset and Mathieu was getting tired. But he had an idea. Ill kill that bastard in his sleep.. he said to himself. And with that he dashed to Hack and Smash in the Market District.
That Orc is always drunk off Mead. Ill easily swipe an axe off him without him noticing. Ill kill Thasias with that.
And as he entered Hack and Smash, the orc was sobre. Damn! Mathieu whispered to himself.
"Welcome!" the Orc said to Mathieu. "Sorry little guy, but you can't buy an axe yet, its dangerous for you!"
"Oh, you mean this axe?" Mathieu picked up a heavy iron axe and pretended to drop it on his foot. "ARGHH!"
Mathieu fooled the Orc. "Are you ok!? Geez kid, you shouldn't play around with stuff like that! It's dangerous!"
Then, Mathieu picked up the axe he dropped and held it firmly in his hand. "Thanks kid", the Orc said as he was about to take the axe from Mathieu. But, Mathieu suddenly shoved the axe straight into the Orc's forehead! The Orc fell right away towards the floor. "No one will suspect a child to kill him.." Mathieu said. Then he grabbed a clean small steel axe that he could easily fit in his pouch he always carried.
He snuck out of the shop and headed for his apartment. It was near midnight as he entered the apartment quietly. The door to his room was shut, so no one has noticed his mothers corspe laying there.
"Damn!" He said quietly. He needed a key to enter Thasias room. He hacked his axe at the doorknob but it just dented it. He saw a small key-like figure on the ground and tried to use it to open the door. It opened the door, but it wasnt a key. He noticed it was a lockpick, and used one for the first time, correctly.
Mathieu snuck in, shut the door behind him and quietly lifted his axe high up in front of the snoring innkeeper, and whispered, "This is for my mother.."as a tear dropped down his cheek, and he delivered the final blow....
-Rhasiirthearcher-
Crack! Rhasiir heard the whip as it lashed out at his back. "Work harder you lizard scum!" Shouted one of the plantation slave drivers.
Rhasiir was a slave on a moon sugar plantation in the heart of Elsweyr. The plantation was in the middle of the desert, next to a small oasis. Some slaves walked between the oasis and the farm, transporting water to the canes of moonsugar. There were sentries in shaded huts and towers watching the slaves, and occasionaly shooting them for fun. If you stood at the edge of the plantation, all you would ever see was sand. Every now and then one of the slaves carrying water dropped down, too tired to continue walking, and over-exausted from the heat of the sun. Those slaves were never heard from again.
Rhasiir headed the slaves that collected the moonsugar. He cut down the canes with a dull machete, each slash backed with his hatred towards his tormentors. A slave to his right fell. He kept working, oblivious to this fact. At the end of the day, he would hand the slave drivers his machete, and go to eat and sleep in the slave quarters. Thats all he cared about.
At the end of the day, Rhasiir traded in his machete for some soup and bread. He waited to eat, even though he was already very hungry. He always ate with his friend, it gave them both something more to live for. Rhasiir waited for a long time, before eating by himself, and leaving the bowl at the door. What happened to Shirav? Rhasiir wondered.
"Hey, Moss-Dweller, what happened to Shirav, did the drivers change his barracks?"
"Shirav died, Rhasiir. I cant believe you didn't notice! He was right next to you when it happened."
Rhasiir was filled with misery. His only friend died. He watched his parents die, and now his friend died right next to him, and he had no idea. The next few days of work were grueling. He thought about what he should do. He no longer had any reason to live.
Crack! A whip struck Rhasiir in the back.
"Get up and work." Said one of the slave drivers.
Crack! "I said work!"
The man was about to strike again when Rhasiir turned around and lunged at him. Rhasiir hacked at the man until he was nothing more then a bloody pulp. Everyone watched. He got up, and charged at another slave driver.
By now everyone realized what just happened, and where now struggling to protect Rhasiir, or kill him. The sentries ran out of the posts, bows strung. Arrows flew into the crowd, but Rhasiir sensed them. He dodged the arrows, making them impale other slaves, or slave drivers. One of the arrows struck the man Rhasiir was attacking in the throat. The man fell down, obviously dead. Rhasiir turned around and charged one of the sentries now. He stabbed the man in the chest, killing him almost instantly. Rhasiir picked up the bow, and with natural skill took out 3-4 more drivers and sentries. He then ran into the moonsugar, its hieght guarding him from their view. He jumped out on the other side, bow drawn. He turned and saw a sentry about to shoot. Rhasiir quickly fired, and re-strung his bow. He kept running, to the north, using the sun as his compass.
Chapter 1
Rhasiir ran for his life. He did not realize what he had done until it was too late. Instinct had taken control of him, and guided him to safety. It had been 3 days since he escaped, and no sign of the slave drivers were present. He was on the outskirts of a large town, by the name of Rimmen. He arived half a day ago, and stayed near the small watering hole. When he arrived, his clothes were ravaged from the elements, and he was nearly dead of thirst. He collapsed before he reached the water, but a farmer who had been watching his cattle drink saw him, and helped Rhasiir to get a drink. Rhasiir sputtered the water out for a second, then, realizing what it was, and where he was, dove into the small pond. He stayed under for 15 minutes, swimming and drinking the wonderful Elixir of Life(Another name for water). Now the time had long since passed since he surfaced, and he was thinking of what he should do. First, he would need a disguise. And a way to hide his slave brand, which was clearly visible on his forearm. He decided to steal some robes from town, with sleeves long enough to cover the brand, but light enough so he wouldn't experience heat exaustion again. Once again acting on instinct, he got up, and scaled the town wall using some footholds that had been worn in. He snuck throughout the shadows, bobbing and weaving, keeping an eye out for anyone who might question him. He snuck around the back of a house, and looked around. He saw what he needed above him, some white robes hanging out to dry. He scaled the wall of the house quickly then gabbed the robes. He jumped down, and started to head back o his hideout at the watering hole when he felt his stomach rumble. He hadn't eaten anything in 3 days, he remembered, and searched for somethign to eat. He was lucky, for a few houses down, he found a small butchery. Using one of his overgrown claws, he picked the lock, and snuck inside. What he saw took his breath away: Piles of meat lying out, each labeled, and placed in a pattern around a smoldering fireplace in the middle of the room. There was chicken and fish, and steak and somethign he couldn't identify. He grabbed some of each, and then grabbed a stick with some flame left in it. He left, and went back to the watering hole, taking the same route as on his way in. When he got back, he grabbed some twigs and sticks that had fallen off the trees surrounding the pond. Using the sitck, he lit a small fire, and with a sturdy, thin stick he roasted the meat. He took it off when it looked done, and tore it apart, chunk by chunk. When Rhasiir was done, he layed back on the white linen robes, contented. When he awoke, he changed clothes, fashioned a small bag from the rags he used to wear, and put the remainder of the meat in there. He then set off north, to the mythical land he had heard of in the stories shared among the slaves, called Cyrodiil.
-Xerostheslayer-
The Legendary Duo
Author: Xeros_the_Slayer
Chapter 1: Dark Night for Volera
Razull, a child who lives in the village of Volera, miles away from Kokoto, lives the life of a farmer’s son.He is a slightly tall boy, muscular from years of working in feilds, and has semi-long dark brown hair. He mostly tills the land all day, goes home to eat, then sleeps till the next sunrise, only to repeat the daily ritual all over again. He goes to the miniscule school that the village has, and only goes to hear the stories of the Hunters. He love the tales of adventure, excitement and virtue. The slaying of a great beast or a deed that brings fame and fortune to the one who boldly achieved it. Those stories, hardly arrive as only weak Hunters who slay the minor creatures; bullfango, velociprey, etc. come to the village.
One other thing kept Razull from being completely bored as well, Rica, the daughter of a great and famous hunter, known only as “The Blade” in his region. She is shy, has long dark hair, and is very graceful. They were always together and both dreamed of being a great hunting team, Razull, with a blade of flames nothing can stop, and Rica with a sword so cold nothing can thaw it. The two had been having swords made for them, in secret, by passing hunters, on a lucky break, Rica had received a Frost Edge from a hunter who said he had no need of it anymore, when they last heard of him, he was too injured to continue hunting ever again… Razull on the other hand was making his great blade of flames from a sword he had stumbled across while out in the woods, looking for a tree for fire-wood. When he returned, the town blacksmith told him it was a Dragon Agito. Thrilled, Razull hid it along with the Frost Edge.
Life for Razull drudged on until one day. . .
Razull and Rica were discussing what armors they were going to make while they were sent to get grain from a mill about 5 minutes outside of town.The night rolled in and all that lit the sky was the stars. Suddenly, they had heard screams coming from the village. Smoke and embers were floating up from the small village. They quickly ran only to find it completely destroyed, no hunters were in the town at the time, so no one could defend it from the Azure Rathalos that decided to ravage the town for a meal. Finding only embers, blue scales, and blood everywhere the two decided to head for Kokoto for help. The journey wasn't very long, but it was dark, and the sounds of the nightly predators were catching up with the two. Fearing the worst, they ran for the light they saw, it was Kokoto village.
Once in Kokoto they asked the Town Elder for shelter, he had kindly taken them in and asked what had happened in Volera. He is short, almost four feet tall, had long ears, very little hair and walked with the aid of a cane. Razull said “We are not sure, we were outside of the village when we herd the screams, when we got there, all we could find were embers and blood” Rica, digging into her pockets, “ I had found this in the street,” she handed the Elder an azure scale. The elder examined it and told them it was the scale of a fearsome Wyvern known as the Azure Rathalos. “ Azure Rathalos? I thought those were a myth” Rica said. The Elder replies “ It seems the legends are true, an Azure Rathalos is what had destroyed your village, all I can offer is housing for you two…. unless”, “Unless what?” Razull replied impatiently. “Unless I train you two in hunting, then you can get your revenge”. Rica and Razull looked at each other, then the Elder and nodded “ We will train, and hard.” Razull said. “Good, because it will be tough, and afterwards you will become fine young hunters, but lets not look into the future. I may not look it but I was a great hunter, one of the best, in fact. With luck and much practice each of you will be at least as good as I once was.” They had thanked him for his hospitality, and weant toward the house he had indicated, it was somewhat small and at the edgeof the town, Razull had noticed a large shrine behind it, but didn't check it out, he was too tired.
Chapter 2: Training
Razull(age 16)
Rica(age 14)
Razull and Rica were offered a house in the village to stay in until one was built for them. The village Elder had asked them what weapons they would like to use in hunting, Rica, who already had a weapon, had chosen her Frost Edge. Razull said he had the Dragon Agito, though he would like to upgrade it to a great flaming blade. "So, you would like to freeze an opponent..." the Elder said, looking to Rica,” and then melt them with burning flames. Hmmm, this could make for an interesting hunting style, very well, we will begin once a friend of mine arrives". " I thought you said you were going to train us!?" Razull yelled. The old man grabbed a stick a smacked Razull in the head " Are you daft? Look at me, I haven’t been able to wield a sword since before you were born. Now then, go to the guest house, there will be dinner and beds for the both of you, I expect my friend to arrive soon, so you don’t have to be so impatient".
The next morning...
It was a bright morning, with the sun up high. A slight breeze...
"zzzz....zzzzzzz..."
"Raz.....wa..u." "zzzzzzzzz......."
"Razull.....Wake...Up" "Rica?"
"SHE SAID WAKE UP MORON!!!"
...and all was quiet in the small town.
Razull fell off of the bed right onto the stone floor. "What the hell was that?" "It was me stupid, time to get up, you get to start training today!" Razull looks up to see a monster of a man, at least three times his size.He had short hair and a beard, large and muscular, he could probably take out Razull with one finger. "Who the hell are you!!" Razull scrambles to his feet and looks the man in the eyes, scared witless, but won’t show it. “I’m Segdoh” he bellowed, “ The Elder has sent me to train you two wimps to become hunters. Well, I’m here to teach you weapon technique, he’ll teach you the ins-and-outs of actual hunting, you better listen to him to, he’s the best I’ve seen in my life”. Razull, anxious about finally learning bout hunting, “ Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” “Uhhhh Razull” Rica whispered, “what?” “You’re still in your pj’s, remember?.” “Uhhhhhh” Razull looks down and sees that he’s only in some underwear. Embarrassed, he runs straight out of the room, into a closet, and comes back out in a few moments in full leather armor and weapon at hand. “Is that that the best stuff you got? Oh well, we’ll hafta make the best of it.”
Razull(age 18)
Rica(age 16)
So the two began to train, day and night under the eyes of Segdoh and the Village Elder, always improving. Two years of grueling training have past. " In order to defeat a legend, you must become greater than a legend" Segdoh, who trained Razull and Rica in sword skills said. " But first, you must start from square one. Veolciprey, a pack creature that might get you off-guard if you underestimate them"
Razull has become a very strong young man, wielding the largest of great swords with ease. He has a slight beard growing, and has put his hair into a small pony-tail so it doesnt get in the way when using blades. He is taller and more muscular now, with two years of training under his belt.
Rica became a great tactical thinker in hunting, training under the Elder, she can make traps and read where any type of monster has been easily. Her skills with her Frost Edge have improved as well, she easily dodges most oncoming attacks and counters with a well-placed strike of her own. She has matured alot, however is still shay, she is still graceful and complimented for her beauty by the other women in town.
Their very first hunt against a trio of velociprey is about to commence, Razull will charge their front while Rica will take them from the cliff. “COME AND GET IT YOU BLUE BASTARDS!!!” Razull swings his sword in a high arc and cut one of the blue raptors in two, the bone screeching against his blade as it crashes down. He cleans off the blood in another stroke, “alright who’s next?”. Meanwhile Rica, sneaking up behind a velociprey on the upper cliff, cuts it down , the icy blade freezing the creature before the actual swing shatters the monster’s ribcage. “One to go, Razull!!” “ I got it” and with that cleaves the growling monster’s head from its neck. Razull stabs his blade into the ground and wipes the blood and sweat off of his face. “Well then, this wasn’t so hard, lets collect what we need to make some armor then head for home, this leather is gettin’ old and worn”. “ Alright, I’ll get this one, then head I’ll meet you back at camp after some mining”. “OK”.
Razull and Rica head home after a successful hunt, pleased with their victory. Once they arrive at the village, Segdoh and the Elder congratulate them on a job well done. “ This is only the beginning, think you can handle it?” the Elder asked them both, “No sweat, this was easy” Razull said, pleased with himself. “Well don’t get used to it, the road up ahead is treacherous, you can’t be overconfident with such peril” The Elder advised. " I know, I guess I'll call it a day now" said Razull, tired from the days work. "Good, cuz after you kill the minions, the king is soon to come". " What does that mean?" Rica asked. "You'll find out..." Segdoh said "get some rest, you'll need it".
Chapter 3: The Red Bird
A couple of months have past since the battle against Razull and Rica's first velociprey, the two have also dealt with the leader of the Velociprey with relative ease. Clad in the beasts scales and iron, Razull is becoming very confident in his skills. Rica, however, is slowing down in her hunting. She isn't feeling well but doesn't tell anyone.
"Whats wrong Rica? Are you ok?" " Yeah, I'm fine Razull". They are returning to town after answering a request to stop some rampaging bullfango, Razull has some bruises and although Rica isnt harmed in the least, she still seems to be pretty hurt. After returing to Kokoto, they head straight for bed, tired from the days work. In the middle of the night Rica wakes up, shaking from an unknown cause, Razull offers to share his bed with her and she falls fast asleep. He wonders what is wrong and thinks it was only a nightmare.
Two weeks pass and nothing changes... untill.
"Razull, Rica we have an urgent quest for you!!"
Segdoh, who was out of breath from running from the guild hall, tells them of a small and quick wyvern that has been troubling the villages near the jungles of Telore. "It's know as the Yian Kut-ku, its orange-pink in color and hates loud noises." "Well, we do have those sonic bombs from the screamers in the velocidrome but I'm not sure those will be enough, its still a wyvern" Rica replied "Yeah, the weakest wyvern ever tho'" Razull said in his confidence, "Razull, you should still be cautious dealing with any wyvern, listen to Rica, she has learned tactis well" the elder advises, "okay, well then lets get ready" and with that, the pair head home to change and prepare.
By nightfall the two were in the dense jungles of Telore, surrounded by trees. The moon shines in bright patches on the jungle floor, all is quiet. The hunters' armor is shining in the light, jimgling as they step, a heavy fog lines the floor. "Its hard to see anything in the fog thats always in here" Rica was nervouse, she still wasnt feeling well and she was getting worse. "If we have any trouble seeing, then so will the wyvern" " But the Kut-ku has sensative hearing". In the distance the pair hear a shriek of victory coming from the monster they have come to slay. Quickly and quietly, they head for the screams, finding the small wyvern eating a fallen Aptonoth. The Yian Kut-Ku stands at twelve to fifteen feet tall, with a wing-span of twenty feet and a long, thin tail. It has a large beaked head, spanning ears, and an orange-pink hide with blue webbing on its wings.
Razull, being the main assault, ran straight for it, but before Rica could help the creature realized what was happenning and whipped around hitting Razull with his tail, sending him rolling into some bushes. Rica, who saw the whole thing, rushed to his aide, only to be seen by the beast and it lunged for her. Before its jaw reacher Rica, Razull sprung back into action and blocked the attack, the Kut-Ku's jaw biting down on his blade. "Rica! go for an attack!". Rica had jumped under the wyvern and stabbed it in the chest. The Kut-ku wailed in pain and reared up to avoid another strike. Now enraged, the beast charged Rica, shooting flames left and right as it ran. Rica was braced for the hit, sheild raised when she fainted from exhaustion and sickness, "Rica!! dam-it all" Raz rolled into the attack and slashed sideways, shattering the wyvern's shin making it head off couse into a rock wall. Razull ran back into the camp with Rica over his shoulder. In the area behind him the monster wasn't up.. yet.
"Damn, wake up Rica! We still hafta' kill that Rathalos, don't die now!" he set her in the bed, and upon hearing the angered monster in jungle, realized that he'd have to kill it before he could try to get Rica to safety. Grabbing his sword with an in-human strength he walked off with it in one hand. The blade felt light as a feather compared to the weight he'd carry if he failed in this. An aura of pure rage was in the air around him as he walked slowly to the monster.
As soon as he saw the Kut-ku he charged and stuck it at the head, the blade screeched to a halt mid way in its beak, this had obviously weakend the monster and it pulled back as he pulled out the blade. In one final attack the Kut-ku charged again and Raz struck back in an up ward swing, severing head from body on the wyvern. Carving the wyvern for materials was quick, he grabbed the ears of the head started walking with it.
Returning to camp, victorious, Razull dragged the beast's head back as a trophy, and as proof of his victory. Loading up their aptonoth Razull took Rica to a doctor where they had stayed for another four weeks for her to heal. After waiting patiently, the docter came in from the other room, Razull stood up and spoke, "What was wrong with her?" "She had a very high fever, why did you two decide to fight when she was like this?" She replies, " She didnt say anything," He begins to think why she hadn't said anything, "I wonder why anyone would do that?" the docter asks what Razull has been thinking. "I think she doesnt want anyone to think shes weak.. or atleast doesn't want me to think that." The night passed on and the morning came, Rica woke up, wondering what had happened after she passed out. Razull told her and she started to cry, thanking him for saving her.
After a few more weeks they returned to Kokoto, heroes, in a sense, for passing the first checkpoint along the path of the great hunters before them.
chapter 4: A little R&R
With the Slaying of the Yian Kut-Ku, Razull and Rica thought some rest would be good, especially after the incident with Rica's sickness. Razull had made sure to make sure she was alright the whole time they were on their way back, having them rest at any possible town. Rica was supprised about how much he had changed after that battle, the once overconfident hunter now was quiet and stern, except when he was with her. He would toss the serious act to comfort her, seeing him the way he was against the Kut-ku would probably startle her, so he hid the anger. When it concerned Rica, he had made sure that nothing would hurt her again. The burns and broken bones they had suffered in fighting the Kut-Ku would be nothing compared to what was o come, and that doesnt make him fear for himself, not in the least, he wants her to be safe, even at the cost of his own life. He had talked to the elder about the power build up when that happened, the elder had no idea at the time.
The two decided a week of rest would be good for them, Razull had several broken ribs from the tail-whip, as well as burns from when he stuck his blade in the kut-ku's beak. Rica was nearly crushed when she slid under the beast and was weary from the battle, along with the fever, shes lucky to be alive.
(Ages)
Razull: 19
Rica: 16
Razull's birthday is going on while being healed, the Village Elder gives him a piece of armor from the Kut-Ku, and with the money made from the Kut-Ku's head, they were able to build a new house and bring some recognition to the small village for such a great trophy, new citizens came, some hunters. One of them, and interesting man by the name of Leo, is a gunner who asks if he could join them. He is a tall and thin man in barely in his twenties and has short blonde messy hair. They agree to let him join them and so the duo became a trio.
A few days after Leo had moved in, Razull and Rica were getting ready to set out on a gathering trip. Rica saw Leo and asked him to join. "Hey Leo" Rica called, "What is it?" he answers, " We're gonna' go over to the forest to get some honey and berries to make food and healing meds, wanna' come to get stuff for ammo?" asks Rica. " Sure lemme' grab my gun, you'll never know when you could get attacked out there". It was at high noon when they had set off for the forest, but they have no idea what they are getting themselves into.
chapter 5
After a few days hike, the now trio of hunters were setting up camp in an excluded area of the forest. It is a small encampment, with only a fairly small hole in the wall to get out and trees block it from being seen from above. Leo set up a seperate tent while Rica and Razull set up a larger one set for two. It was quiet for a while, but the Leo spoke up "Scince I'm done, I'll scout the area for any signs of wyverns or a pack of velociprey." Razull responds " Good idea, when we're finished here we'll join up with you, if there's any danger, signal us with a horn" he reachs into his backpack and after finding one, tosses it to Leo. Leo leaves after loading up his gun and packing some ammo.
After a half an hour of unloading, Razull and Rica were done. "Okay, lets grab some rations and whetstones, I'll use my Golem Blade, pick what weapon you want to use" Razull said "I'll stick with the Frost Edge". Just as they were about to set out, they heard the horn. "Crap, lets hurry. Sounds like Leo's in trouble." Raz was already running out of the encampment. After they had got to Leo they saw the problem. A wyvern they have never seen before, a small black Kut-ku like creature with a spined tail, odd ears, and a mane that was so white it burned and shifted on its own accord. The area of the forest they were in was a small cliff, some trees on one side, and a small flowing stream. The wyvern was drinking some water at the stream, un-aware of the hunters that were watching it. Before they could figure out what it was Leo, who was up on a small cliff, shot a large loud round. It pierced the monster's shell and exploded, spraying jagged shards of armor and flesh. The monster hardly noticed the damage, turned around and ran straight for the hunters. Razull and Rica barely dodged the charge when Leo launched another volley, this time of a round that separrated and exploded, breaking even more armor plating. The wyvern had tripped when one of the bombs exploded on its leg. Leo started yelling, "He should have enough of his armor blown off so that you could hurt him with your swords!!" "Thanks Leo" the two replied simultaniously.
With the unknown monster down and in pain, Razull went after its tail, severing it in one great swing of his sword. The monster got back to its feet and seeing its own blood, it entered a new stage of fury. It began blasting fire left and right, Rica dodged the attacks but Razull had to block the attack. Blocking the blast had dislocated his shoulder, Razull stuck his sword in the ground and jumped up the cliff. Leaving the others deal with the monster. Pre-occupied with blasting the blade-wielders of the group the creature had forgotten about Leo, who has been waiting for the others to get out of the way to fire another round, "Stand back Rica!" he yelled. Rica responded by running behind a nearby tree. "Here it goes,", firing a large round that sent him sliding back, the large shell lodged it-self in the wyvern's beak, upon its explosion, the beak cracked open on one side and shards of the sharp beak and shrapnell of the shell tore out the beast's ears. Stunned by the blast, it was wavering, almost knoecked out. "Okay, leave the final blow to me!" yelled Rica, charging at the stunned monster. With a few slashes, she cut open its throat and stabbed its stomach. The monster tried to scream in pain but all that could be heard was a gurgle and some blood flooded out of its open wounds. It stumbled and faltered off of its feet, crashing down on Rica, "Rica! Hurry Leo we gotta' save her." Razull was already trying to lift the monster's head, failing with hid hurt arm. Dropping his gun, Leo went to help. With their combined strength, they were able to lift the monster's head off of Rica after a couple of tries. "Thanks, I don't know how much longer I could have lasted", Rica tried to get up but couldn't. "We'll help, after we get back to camp me and Leo could go back for our stuff".
After getting back to camp for healing, Leo and Razull set off to get their equipment back. While carving the monster, Leo started talking to Razull "So, what do you think this thing is?" Razull replies "I have no idea, it looks like a very odd Kut-Ku" "Yeah, I guess we'll find out after we get back to town and ask Segdoh and the Chief". "So, do you like Rica?" Leo asked "Well, she's more like a sister to me than anything else, after our village was destroyed she was the only other survivor". "That must have been hard, being the only survivors, what town was it that you ived in?" Razull did'nt reply, "I see, I'm sorry if I sadi anything wrong" Razull relpied "It's not that, it's just I don't want to remember that anymore". "Well I think Rica still remembers it, alot, thats why she never leaves you." After some more silence they finished what they were doing and went back to camp.
When they returned, it was night and a fire and food was ready, Rica was out of her armor and in regular clothes. "I thought scince you saved me from being crushed by that wyvern that I'd cook dinner for you." "Thanks, but you didnt have to do this, especially because of your injuries" Razull replied "He's right Rica, you should have been sleeping for now." Leo agreed. They ate their meals, talking about what had happened, wondering what beast they had slain.
After afew more days of collecting items in the forest, they stopped at a town to rest on the way back to Kokoto. In a bar in this city, Leo had learned that the monster they fought was a Yian Garuga, a terrible and powerful wyvern filled with rage. A mysterious and powerful hunter had congratulated them "Slaying such a beast is a great task, you should be proud of your abilities as a hunter and a team". He was an older hunter, probably almost doen with hunting altogether, he had a lagre scar on his face. His hair was white and he had a grey beard. The hunter offered to help them back home and after they returned to Kokoto he introduced himself as Raen. He left the town and went they checked their houses they found many new weapons, including a Rathalos Fire Sword for Razull and Rica's sword had been up-graded. He also left a Barbaroi blade for Razull and some other swords for Rica. "This is incredible, he must have been quite the hunter to have all of these" Razull marveled at his new swords. Leo returned from his house with a strange bow-gun. "The note on it says its called Island of the Gods, this is a well made weapon, it doesnt even need the cross-bow frame that most ranged weapons do, why did he give us these?". The gun looked like a western musket, which in this world was a new concept in ranged weaponry.
With their treasures from the unknown hunter stored away, they wished they had known Raen and where he was going to thank him for their new things.
chapter 6
With their new equipment, including much more powerful weapons. The group is planning to set off to help a town with a Gypceros. A Gypceros is another bird-like wyvern with a rubery hide that deflects most blades. It spits poison to weaken predator and prey alike. It also has the ability to cast a great flash of light so that it can either run away or attack. The cheif had warned them of its poison, so Rica was out in the fields, gathering medicinal herbs to make antidotes. Razull, clad in full Garuga mail, felt invincible. " With this armor and my new weapon, I think i can take out the wyvern on my own" he bragged,Leo replies, "Saying sumthin' like that can get you killed you know". " Well, we'll wait a day or so before we head off to Kaloraa," Razull said "Alright, that will give me more time to ready some ammo packs".
After some days, the group head off to Kaloraa, the village on the end of a large marsh. After almost a week of traveling, they finally reached the village. There, they had dicovered that another hunter was hired, a Katana-weilder known mostly as Blade-dancer in the land. A mostly quiet man, he dresses in Shinobi Sun armor but no helm and has a custom blade adapted from the Eagler Cleaver+, he calls it The Silent Cleaver. He is slighlty taller than Razull with long black hair. "Well then, they brought somone to slow me down?" he says as he walks up to the group, his voice was quiet. "What are you talking about? We were hired to stop the Gypceros" Razull said, he looked into his eyes and saw that they were black with white pupils, odd but that seemed to be nothing natural. "Apparently its strong if they wanted the four of us to kill it, oh well, just get some rest, we head out tomorrow".
The next day they arrived in the swamp. A dark and dreary plcae with no sunlight, just an empty grey wasteland. It has few trees and the only open field is often hit with lightning. Once they started to set camp they realized Blade-Dancer was already gone. "Who does he think he is? I doubt he can take it out on his own" Razull was angered by his arrogance. "I'm not sure but, I have a feelin' that he can do it," answers Leo," there is something odd about him, I just don't know what though." After a few minutes they first heard a loud cry, and then another that was cut-off a minute later. "What the hell was that? Damn, we better just go, no idea what could have happened to that guy".
As they ran off they saw blood and large cuts on the trees they passed. Chunks of the purple flesh of a Gypceros were everywhere. Rica spoke up "I don't think anything good went on around here. As they entered a new pass they saw Blade-Dancer sitting on a stump, wiping off his sword. " What took you guys so long? I've already finished the job, now to wait for the real hunt". "What do you mean you got the job done?" Leo and Razull ask. "Look behind that big rock over there, I warn you though, it's not pretty". Razull wispers to the others,"I'll check it out, you two wait here". Razull turned the corner and he will never forget that image ever again. The Gypceros, or what was left of it, was torn into ribbons, its wings in tatters and mostly cut-off, it was decapitated and its head cut in four pieces. All along the body it had cuts and gashes. Blade-Dancer came around the corner as well. "I told you it isn't pretty," Razull, sick from the sight, "This is the worst thing I've ever seen, except next to.." He was silent for a moment, the two of them came back around, Razull, looking sick. "Well, what was over there?" Leo asked. "Something that used to be a Gypceros" Razull answered. Rica started to ask "Wait.. Blade.." "call me Myojin" ".. okay then, Myojin what did you mean by 'wait for the real hunt'?" "I mean what is up in the sky as we speak." He pointed up toward the sky.
The group looked up and saw a green wyvern flying in the air, it spotted the body of the Gypceros. It was a Rathian, the Queen of wyverns. It has a more reptilian look than the wyverns me thus far, with spike-like hairs on its back and wings. Its tail is lined with three large spikes on the sides, and many small ones in the tip, like a mace. "Well, the Queen of the Swamp is about to land, you guys wanna' stay in and fight?" asked Myojin. They all nodded. Rica thought for a moment, then spoke up, "I have an idea, I'll set up a pitfall trap. Leo, you get over there on this side of the trap with me. Razull, you and Myojin go and hit it with your swords then come back once it sees you. While it tries to charge you, dive behind the boulder and when it falls in, Leo hit it with your Cluster shots. Once its free, we go all out on it"...
Chapter 6(part 2)
The swamp was stilll showing no sun, but that didn't mean it wasn't dark, all of the swamp was quiet as the Rathian was landing. Its terrible presence could be felt. With the plan agreed upon, Rica went straight to setting the pitfall trap, Razull helping her. Leo, who has set himself for a perfect shot, was hiding in some bushes. Myojin was keeping watch from behind the boulder, making sure the Rathian had not noticed them yet. With the trap set, all they had to do was wait for Rica to get into place. "Everybody ready?" she asked. "Were good" Razull confirmed. "All set" Leo steadied his gun. "Lets go" Myojin said, and he and Razull went off, swords ready for a hit. Behind the boulder, Razull saw the Rathian, he struck it in the back with its sword while Myojin went for the tail. They both hit and the green wyvern roared in anger. The two hunters took off and saw that it was charging them; they had barely escaped its clutches when they dove out of the way. The trap gave way under the Rathian's weight and it was caught. Before Rica even signalled to shoot, a loud explosion was heard as the bombs blew off scales and claws. The Rathian had stopped writhing for a moment and gave out a roar that sounded like a scream of pain. "Our turn now" Razull said, he slashed at it, Razull struck the chest, leaving a large gash in its flesh. Myojin, on the other hand, merely drew his sword and told Razull to step back. He stared at the monster and it froze in terror, "This is all about will-power, your attacks had weakened its will to fight so now I scared it". He got into a ready stance and taking a step fore ward and swung the mighty blade. Out of nowwhere the wyvern’s wings tore to shreds. "Now then, time to finish this", he lunged at the wyvern and stabbed it in the shoulder, a large amount of blood flowed from its body, turning the bright polished blade crimson.
Myojin pulled out the sword, took a slash to clean it off, turning around as he did, and walked fore ward a little bit. "Finish the job, you three, I'll be going now". He walked into the mist of the swamp and disappeared. "That was weird, I saw his eyes and froze for a minute" Razull said. "I'll finish the fight" Rica said and with that, stabbed the once great Rathian in the jaw, and pulled out the frozen blade, the Rathian gave one last cry, and dropped dead.
It was quiet as they carved the body, after they got back to camp they went to sleep and returned to the village. Once they were payed for their services, they went back to the inn to have dinner before leaving. When they returned to Kokoto, they asked the chief about what Myojin was able to do, he called the ability the Eyes of Asura. "It is the power of the gods themselves, given to only a few to help the world if there were ever too many wyverns". Razull replies, "Even if its from the gods, it isn’t something I ever want to see again". They had agreed upon that and started to go about their normal lives again.
Chapter 7
(Ages)
Razull: 20
Rica: 18
Leo: 23
A few years after the incident with Myojin and the Rathian, the group has become quite experienced in hunting. Razull, now as stern and quiet as ever, wielded the new and heavier blades with ease. He still has a rugged trimmed beard and is now more muscular. On a recent mission, he's easilly and skillfully cleaved a large Kut-ku in two, and is currently mastering katanas. Leo, now a masterful gunner, has begun training others to use bow-guns. He looks almost the same as he was several years ago, but has bulked up a little, so that he can fire stronger shots and not slide back n re-coil. Finally Rica began to gather information on any Azure Rathalos by traveling from town to town. She has changed relatively little phisically, but she is no longer so shy and quiet.
The group had moved to a large city that is run by a big merchant group. Rica had started working for them to get information now. Razull has also done bodyguarding for them whenever Rica was traveling with the merchants. Leo has been doing arena work, showing off his sharp-shooting skills to make money, and to impress some lady fans.
After returning from their travels one time, the group ran into a gang of thugs one night. They snuck up from behind them and grabbed Rica, "Hand over your money or she gets it." Before Razull and Leo could respond, Rica threw the thug over her shoulder and drew her weapon (a Master's Dagger), the thugs, scared, ran off, or at least they would if Myojin wasn't behind them. With one look at them the thugs froze. Myojin stepped to one side of the thugs and asked the group, "Are these guys causing you any trouble?" Razull answered "Nah, they were just leaving," Myojin smiled a little, "Ah, I see, well then," he past the men and they unfroze, running away even faster than ever. Myojin starts to talk, though not in the same way as usual "Razull, just the person I wanted to see, I hear you've been practicing katana skills," "What of it?".Myojin explains "Well, though we are not usually so open with invitation, the Oniwaban want you to join our ranks". "Who are they?" Razull asks. Myojin, speaking in a lower tone "I'll explain, once we get to your house, this is not something we should be talking about in public," Razull, interested in the offer "fine, lets go".
The group gets back to Razull's room in the hunters' hotel, it is somewhat large and fairly well decorated.The moonlight shines brightly in the room, illuminating the trophies Razull has collected over the years.
Myojin begins to explain the deal, "Well now, the Oniwaban are actually interested in all of you, we watch out for those who we think are exceptionally skilled in certain areas of hunting and we believe that all of you are ready to join, if you do we will supply you with our armor, and upper level weapon and quests." After some considering, the group agrees, on the request that if any news of an Azure Rathalos would come by that they could investigate it. Myojin said that he would go ask the leaders of the Oniwaban if their request could be accepted. The group decides to stay in town for a while to wait for the news.
Chapter 8
A few days after the meeting with Myojin, the group had started to work in the arena in various ways so they could still make money while waiting for the Oniwaban's descision. In the blood-soaked sand floor and stone walls of the arena, the group is fighting a pair of Blue Kut-ku. Razull, in his dark armor, had an arena name of Soki, demon of the darkness, for his unbeleivable strength. Now weilding an Eager Cleaver, a powerful lightning katana made of blue ores, he stood while one of the beasts charged and attacked while dodging to the side. Cleaving off one of its wings. The monster's howls of pain were drowned with the applause of the audience. Meanwhile, Leo fireed a shell into the other, the bullet had shot straight through the monster's leg. Rica, who had waited for the opportunity, stabbed down on its eye, finishing off the Kut-ku. More applause as now the entire crowd was now roaring above the sounds of battle. "Soki" was ready to end the match and ran under the remaining Kut-ku, sword held up, and sliced open its chest and stomach. The monster tried to fire a fire-ball, but only coughed blood as fell to the ground. Wiping off the blood from their armor, they raised their weapons in the air, signifying victory.
Exiting the arena they heard a silent, single applause from behind them. It was Myojin accompanied by two other ninjas. "We have good news," announced Myojin, " the Oniwaban have accepted you and your condition". One of the other Oniwaban spoke up, " Our final descision was brought by this last fight, you could have ended that so soon". Leo, who is become extremely overconfident, " Yeah, Yeah. But we get paid more for puttin' on a show. And who are you two anyway?". The other Oniwaban spoke, " We are the two sent to judge your performance," Razull replied, " Well then, what now?" Myojin started to walk toward the exit, "Follow us, we're goin to the clan's headquarters."
The group, now joined by some representatives from the Oniwaban hunters' clan, was heading to the Oniwaban's lair, hidden in a small weapons shop on the city's outskirts. Once in, they were given the choice of white or black Shinobi suits. After choosing, they headed off to meet the leaders of the clan. They could not see the leaders and the only light in the room was on them. One of the leaders spoke, "You have decided to join us then?" The group nodded. "Well then, we have a test for you," Razull asked, "What is that?" "You must battle a Basarios, and defeat it". After some discusion, Razull, Rica, and Leo decided that they will fight one. Another leader spoke, " Fine, you will be taken to the volcano that we know one lives in by the representatives that brought you here; Myojin, Fei, Minos, you will not help them on this mission, but watch. When you come back, we expect you to report to us immediately". " The three warriors kneeled down, "Yes, master". The disembodied voice spoke, "Very well then, now you will have four days to prepare for this quest, rest up. You will meet Myojin and the others at the city's southern exit, farewell." The group discusses what to do on the way out, noticing all of the hunters in the clan.
After four days of preperation, they set out for the distant volcanic belt. If they succeed, they will be one step closer to avenging their familes and friends. If they fail, it is certain death in the fiery pits of the great volcano.
Chapter 9
The group is off to the volcanic belt on a quest to gain their rights as Oniwaban, the smell of ash and brimstone filled the air. The heat was immeasurable near the lava and the hunters continued none the less. Once to the designated point, they looked around and saw no wyvern, thinking it had left, they pass by but notice a weird rock formation. The representatives vanished and as they looked around, they wondered what was going on.
The ground bagan to shake as the rock formation shifted and writhed. Suddenly, it jumped out of the ground, the Basarios, standing a good twenty-five feet tall. The rock formation was its back's armored plating. The wyvern seemed to be made of rock, it has a flat, skull like face plate somewhat resembling the shape of a star with flat, blunt edges. It roared and began to charge, the group could only manage to dodge because they were too supprised to counter the massive beast. Razull was the first on the attack, but his blade could not pierce its armored carapace. Rica had also tried but failed as well in her assault. The monster stuck its head up and expelled a posonous gas from the cracks in its hide. The two hunters were thrown back by the pressure of which the gass came out and rolled away from it. Leo, seeing that the beast was still, noticed it coul not breath its own poison. He shot another cluster round aimed at the top of its back, a waterfal of explosions erupted down the wyvern's body, putting large holes in it's armor. Razull ran to Leo, "can you break its chest open with those?" Leo answered, " I think so!" loading a piercing round into the gun. He fired again, but missed as the Basarios turned to face him. It reared up and lobbed a ball of lava at him, he dodged and fired another round while it was still standing high up. The round struck the chest plate with a loud 'thud' and then blew up, fracturing the armor. The monster shook off the damage, but in doing so, shook off its chest plate as well. Razull and Rica took the opportunity to stab the monster in the chest, Rica pulled out her blade and rolled out of the way. Razull twisted his blade and cut to one side, cuting open the monster all the way to its shoulder, disabling its right wing. Dragging one of its wings, the Basarios turned and reared on one leg, ramming into Razull with its side. He was sent flying away but his blade remained in the beast. Rica began to exclaim, "Leo! Can you get his blade while I make sure he's ok?" "Sure, just leave the gunner to retreive a sword," He dropped the gun by Razull and ran for the wyvern. It was still trying to steady itself when he pulled out the katana, apparently the wepon was holding the wounds closed an pulling it out opened them all of the way. The Basarios fell, nearly getting Leo, but he was lucky enough to roll out of the way.
The Oniwaban reappeared and congratulated the hunters on their voctory, handing them the Shinobi suits they had picked out. Returning back to town, they waited and healed before seeing the leaders of the clan again. Upon returning to the clan lair, they were again congratulated on their victory and entitled the ranks of Oniwaban hunters. The Clan Leaders had also given them a special prize, information on many Rathalos in the lands. "We are not sure about any Azure Rathalos, but one of these is definitely one of them. We are not sure which, but you can have all of these for your hunt. Because your quarry is so strong, we have something special for you as well." Unveiling a new set of Uniforms, red and blue, which had a stronger material and a chain under-coat. "These suits, Shinobi Sea and Sky, are much better than the regular one and will be very helpful for you." With receiving their new equipment, they had begun planning "The Rathalos Campaign".
Chapter 10
The first request for a rathalos was decided, they'd head to Kokoto to kill a Ratahlos that is rumored to be eceptionally strong. Upon their return they were greeted by the Village Chief. "I can't believe my eyes, it's you,"
Razull answered, "yeah, we're here to slay the Ratahalos." The Chief invited them in his house to stay over for the night while they prepared for the up-coming hunt. He explained to them that Segdoh had moved into another village and married, he was planning on having children soon as well. As the night went on, the only ones left awake were the Chief and Razull. "So, you plan to slay the Rathalos that destroyed your village?" "Yes, he will pay for what he had done to Rica and me." "You will need a better sword than that," the Elder left the room and came back with a blade wrapped in very old cloth. Razull unwrapped the blade and couldn't believe his eyes. "This," he points to the sword, "is the Dragon Slayer, a blade used by legendary hunters to slay the true dragons of old." The blade gleamed of crimson and emerald scales of the Rathalos, Rathian. It also had a black base of an unknown creature. Razull went outside to test the blade on a large tree. When he lifted the sword, it was a light as a feather. When he struck the tree, the great blade cut through it as if it were butter to a hot knife. "I hope it serves you well," the Elder said, Razull sheathed the blade.
The hunters set off early in the morining eagerly so that Razull and Rica may avenge their families. They had set up their camp a little outside of the wyvern's nest, Hoping to catch it sleeping. "We'll set up beds and a fire, then head for it, so that we can get him while he's sleeping," said Rica. Razull had re-wrapped the blade for safe keeping and continued to use the Eager Cleaver.
They had enetered the cave silently, the cave was lined with bones, blood, burn marks, and slashes from claws and various weapons. In the center of it all lie the Crimson King, Rathalos. Razull cursed under his breath, knowing that their revenge wasn't going to come true just yet. They were about to leave when Leo spoke up, "I don't think we should let this one live, I have a bad feeling about this one."I agree, we should just kill this one so it does not attack Kokoto."
Razull led the attack, un-sheathing his Dragon Slayer. He struck its back, shattering shells that would normally deflect any attack. Rica severed the tail while Razull was pulling out his blade. The King of Wyverns got onto its feet and roared with fury. It began to spew flames all over the cavern. One of the blasts was aimed at Leo, who tried to dodge but his leg was hit. Leo screamed in pain as he pulled the melting metal armor off of his leg. Rica cooled it with the side of he blade, but he could no longer go on in the fight, he was seriously injured by the burns. "Rica! Get him out of here, I can handle this!" Rica had helped Leo get out of the cavern and back to camp. Razull found himself the way he was back when he fought the Yian Kut-ku, the already light blade was lighter. Black electricity formed around it, the spirits of the dragons and wyverns it has slain fuelingh is rage. "You will harm no one ever again foul beast!!" He pointed the blade toward the Rathalos, it charged at him full speed, flames still in its mouth as it ran. Razull stood still as it charged him, as it was drawing nearer he swung the blade in a high powerful arch. The Rathalos stopped an inch infront of him, it attempted to roar one last time in its life as it split down the middle to the shoulder point. The black electricity had covered its body and then returned to the blade. The black electricity had dissapated and Razull returned to normal.
Going back to the camp, Leo and Rica had asked what had happened. Razull replied by saying he won. Razull whistled sharply, a pair of Felynes with a cart came, and put him onto the cart. They returned to Kokoto, victorious but not as they had wished. Leo was too injured to continue with them, so he stayed in the village to heal. Myojin had found them and offerd his help. Razull and Rica had refused, saying that they alone had to defeat the Azure King of the Skies.
They departed the town upon hearing of news on an Azure Rathalos in a swamp.
Chapter 11
After months of slaying countless Rathalos, Razull and Rica were ready to give up their hunt. Weary from battle and with many wounds, they decide to stop for now. They had traveled back to Kokoto as heroes for slaying so many Rathalos, congratulated by all. Leo was better now, but had left on his own to gain fame in fortune in the Guild. He had joined a special ops. unit of the guild specializing in marksmanship. While letting their wounds heal, they heard from the Cheif that another village was destroyed by an Azure Rathalos, some survivors had come to Kokoto for refuge. They told Razull and Rica of the attack, and that they had no doubt that it was an Azure Rathalos. Rica had asked if they had known where it came from, somone said that he had seen it come from Great Dragon's Peak, a nesting ground for hundreds Rath wyverns. SHe gave the news to Razull, he looked worried about the location of the battle, and how many wyverns they might have to slay. "We'll need more than just the two of us," he said, Rica replies, "We could ask the guild to let Leo's unit to help, and the Oniwaban for Myojin's group." Razull thought about it, this would make about ten hunters, making atleast ten wyverns per hunter. After much thought, he answers, "Well, lets send the message out, we attack the mountain in two weeks."
The message was spread, higher guild members came,Leo was the leader of ten of them, Oniwaban joined with a good fifteen members, Myojin leading them. After three days there were twenty-seven hunters, all ready to storm the great lair of the Wyvern King of Fate. Preperation began, Gunners preparing massive amounts of ammunition, Blade-Masters sharpening their blades, and tactical thinkers planning the assault.
The dawn of the morning for the travel to the mountain began, it was dark, cold, and a foreboding fog rolled in. Razull stood at the top of a hill with Rica, Leo, and Myojin, facing their army of hunters for what may be the last time. "All of you, I thank you for what you are doing for us, this is what will probably be the largest scale hunt known to the world. There will be hundreds of Rathalos and Rathian at the Great Peak and we plan to slay them all. Now then, lets go to stop the suffering they had spread, TO GREAT DRAGON'S PEAK!" With that they had begun a great moment in the history of the Hunters.
Two days had past scince they had begun their hike. They had reached the mountain. A great spire of rock jutting out of the earth, beyond the clouds. At its peak, wyverns flew in large circles, some spotted the hunters. "Here come the first. Gunners, fire at will!" The wyverns drew near, behind the great shields of the lancers the gunners readied their ammunition, waiting for the beasts to draw closer, closer. With a loud explosion, rounds of all types were sent flying to the monsters. Most of the ones that swooped down were taken by the following explosions of the shells, those that didn't, met their end at a lances point. "Okay, they are gone for now, don't carve any yet, wait until after the battle," Said Rica "The stuff will just weigh you down."
After some climbing, the group reached a cave in the side of the mountain filled with sleeping Rathians on their nests. Oniwaban mambers silently slayed tham in the darkness, so that other wyvenrs didn't hear anything. after cleaning the blood away, the small army set up camp and after some debate, set up wooden walls with spikes in them to ward off wyverns, there were guards which switched ever now and then as well.
That night, the hunters rejoiced at the amount of slain creatures. But tomarrow, the real battle begins.
Chapter 12
The morining after the initial battle over the mountain base was easier than anyone expected. However this leads the hunters to assume that the stronger wyverns live higher up the mountain. In the old nesting cave, a dark fire sculpted cavern teaming with bones, claw scathes, and burn marks, the army of hunters readies for the next asenscion. Razull, was ready for anything, volunteering to be morning guard, he stood outside, watching the unchanging landscape. The sun glistened the on the charred mountain, brining a peacful calm in an area about to be a war-zone. Rica came out after finding out where he was. "Why a
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Topic: Oblivion story competition
RhasiirTheArcher
Feb 07, 07 at 02:51PM
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zhaoyun770
Feb 07, 07 at 06:49PM
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