the future is write
I have decided to do as some of my other friends and us the blog for a spot of homespun literature.
I shall start with stuff already written. This is character building for a game I played.
Lukia Athelstein Pt 1
The general liked to run an eye over the various outposts from time to time. Up here in the north east corner, the garrison guarded the one mountain pass that constituted the backdoor into the homeland. A back door kicked in on more than one occasion and so meriting a force of five hundred permanently in place.
Standing on the perimeter of the practice field with the resident Lord Marshall, he was pleased with the crop of young lads displaying their growing skills with the sword. Two particularly caught his attention. He guessed them both to be no more than twelve or thirteen. One strong, muscular, almost square in the regularity of his limbs, the other taller, sinewy as a willow, with a natural grace belying the obvious force of the blows.
Where the other lads had slipped doggedly into the regimented practice moves these two had gradually developed a more heated encounter. The grunt of exertion was matched with the clang of sword on armour. The square feinted left and plunged only for the willow to arc around the thrust. Undaunted square changed foot and barged willow backwards. Momentarily willow was off balance and then dug in a foot and barged back. For several moments the two heaved and grunted, neither giving ground. Then willow spiralled round, square, unprepared , splayed to the ground under his own force. Instantly willow had a foot on his back and a blade pointed at the back of his head.
“Excellent! Excellent!” shouted the general striding over. “One of these is yours I believe Eric ?”
“Both, actually sir” replied the Marshall.
“You are to be congratulated.”
They reached the combatants who were now standing panting to attention. “You are a credit to your fathers teaching. In a few short years you will be joining the ranks as fully combat ready and I’m sure you will both be exceptionally fine soldiers.”
The Marshall smiled a short wry smile.
“Larach undoubtedly Sir but Lukia will never be a soldier”
He gestured for the pair to remove their practice helms in answer to the Generals unspoken query. First he gasped and then he laughed.
“A girl ?” He looked at Larach and laughed again. “You were beaten by a girl!”
I shall start with stuff already written. This is character building for a game I played.
Lukia Athelstein Pt 1
The general liked to run an eye over the various outposts from time to time. Up here in the north east corner, the garrison guarded the one mountain pass that constituted the backdoor into the homeland. A back door kicked in on more than one occasion and so meriting a force of five hundred permanently in place.
Standing on the perimeter of the practice field with the resident Lord Marshall, he was pleased with the crop of young lads displaying their growing skills with the sword. Two particularly caught his attention. He guessed them both to be no more than twelve or thirteen. One strong, muscular, almost square in the regularity of his limbs, the other taller, sinewy as a willow, with a natural grace belying the obvious force of the blows.
Where the other lads had slipped doggedly into the regimented practice moves these two had gradually developed a more heated encounter. The grunt of exertion was matched with the clang of sword on armour. The square feinted left and plunged only for the willow to arc around the thrust. Undaunted square changed foot and barged willow backwards. Momentarily willow was off balance and then dug in a foot and barged back. For several moments the two heaved and grunted, neither giving ground. Then willow spiralled round, square, unprepared , splayed to the ground under his own force. Instantly willow had a foot on his back and a blade pointed at the back of his head.
“Excellent! Excellent!” shouted the general striding over. “One of these is yours I believe Eric ?”
“Both, actually sir” replied the Marshall.
“You are to be congratulated.”
They reached the combatants who were now standing panting to attention. “You are a credit to your fathers teaching. In a few short years you will be joining the ranks as fully combat ready and I’m sure you will both be exceptionally fine soldiers.”
The Marshall smiled a short wry smile.
“Larach undoubtedly Sir but Lukia will never be a soldier”
He gestured for the pair to remove their practice helms in answer to the Generals unspoken query. First he gasped and then he laughed.
“A girl ?” He looked at Larach and laughed again. “You were beaten by a girl!”