Post by rbavatar on Oct 26, 2018 16:35:58 GMT
"Peasants, you are all peasants!" shouted a stout man on horseback of his war steed. Urging to keep moral amongst his soldiers as they retreated. In the not so distant horizon a towering god like creature swinging a huge club, destroying feeble ranks of disorganised infantry. Lifeless bodies laying everywhere. An odd an uneasy smell filling the air... the stench of death.
"Right flank... Forward! cowards, I didn't sound retreat", continued the rider, but even he didn't believe in victory this time. With a quick slap of his heels he invited his trusty steed to a gallop. Clenching a heavy broadsword as he rode towards the relentless beast that was ravaging his troops. Trying to aid his exhausted soldiers, with slashes at the beasts ankles, in a hope to bring it to its knees. But all was just a useless gesture of last moments in battle.
The beast let out a huge roar and flames shot out of its gaping mouth knocking the last surviving troops to the ground. The rider attempted another ride past the beast and narrowly missed the flaming inferno that hit his troops... he brought the horse to a stop and looked back over his shoulder at the hapless fellows, still burning.
He dismounted and urged his horse to ride away into safety, as he knew very well, that this was his end.
Discarding his shield and clasping his sword in both hands, he approached the behemoth.
"Is this what you wanted? Is this what you call the gods mercy", he shouted at the beast, who was seen quickly assessing the situation and realising there is no one else to oppose him.
"YES BARON, THIS IS THE MERCY OF THE GODS!" thundered the beast. "YOUR TROOPS ARE NO MORE, YOUR VILLAGES AND TOWNS ARE NO MORE, YOU ARE ALONE. AND IT IS ALL YOUR DOING, YOU HAVE BROUGHT THIS UPON YOUR PEOPLE AND THESE LANDS" it continued.
"So what now, what is to become of me" shouted the Baron, lowering his sword in defeat.
"THESE LANDS ARE TO BE REBORN, BUT WITHOUT YOU OR THE RULE OF MEN. BUT THE END DOESNT STOP WITH YOUR DEATH! THAT WOULD BE A LENIENT PUNISHMENT..." Baron looked at the beast threw down his sword and accepted what is to come next.
"YOU ARE TO SUFFER, LIKE THE CREATURES SUFFERED UNDER YOUR RULE... YOU ARE TO BECOME A FEEBLE NOBODY... IN AN UNKNOWN LANDS. PROOVE YOURSELF BARON, AND YOU WILL BE ALLOWED INTO THESE LANDS."
The Baron thought for a moment... this cant be too bad, he has raised these lands from ashes, he can surely do it again and bring any lands he is sent to prosperity. As he did before.
An easy punishment he thought. "I accept, beast. I will rise again, and mark my words, this is not the last you have seen of each other."
"FOOLISH HUMAN. YOUR JOURNEY WILL BE HARDER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE... BEHIND, YOU WILL LEAVE YOUR WEALTH, YOUR STRENGTHS. A NEW VESSEL WILL BE PREPARED FOR YOU. YOU WILL TASTE A LIFE OF A PEASENT, LIKE NEVER BEFORE... YOU WILL BE REINCARNATED, A MERE SHADOW OF YOUR PAST SELF... A PUNY... AND USELESS... A MERE AVATAR OF YOUR PAST SELF YOU SHALL BECOME..."
with these words, the beast lifted his hands and called upon a lightning. Striking the man to the ground. His lifeless body, glowing in a bright red aura, slowly lifting from the ground. But the body remained in the mud, laying next to his slaughtered comrades.
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The smell of unburned grass, sea air and sound of birds.... croaking of frogs in the distance and a voice... the soothing voice... "Ah, so you are awake. careful getting up friend, seems as though your strength has left you. Im Questor Thews."
I turned my head and saw a man in a cloak, muddy and dirty but with cheerful disposition. My head... I must force myself up... "where am I?"
"I believe they call this a new beginnings my friend, The lands of Vrystoria, what is your name?" said Questor
I... I cannot remember my name, I cannot remember anything... all I can see is a flash of red and... I remember... a booming voice saying... Baron... avatar...
Lost in thoughts for a moment I looked up at Questor...
"I'm Red... Baron"... looking down at my torn garbs... hardly a baron worthy clothing... I looked up again and said: "but I guess call me RB"..............