DiFier
First Post
I have been writing Di'Fier's back story for a bit now, but I don't have as much as Dru does. but I thought I'd start sharing the stories. They are not in cronological order but i like them better that way. They are very much works in progress but I thought I'd start posting them.
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As the fog drew in, the King ordered his bugler to sound the call to dig in. The Orcs were much better suited to this sort of battle but if his men stayed out in the open over night the orcs would over run the camp in hours. The reports began coming in, Orc had decimated the left flank and it had to move back to keep them from penetrating the line. The reserves were holding but only tenatively. The right flank held though his son was gravely injured. The full attack in the middle was slowly making its way toward the camp If nothing changed the orcs would overrun them in 2 hours. The king called to his squire to help him put on his armor.
The sound of the battle approached. He could see the torches of the Orcs as they topped the last hill. His archers began firing. the mass of blackness continued toward him unfazed. The king unseathed his sword it's magic humming slightly as he held it from of him. The orc's stopped. Only a few had crossed the shallow river in the valley below. He saw pincers of the orish flanks toping the westren and eastren rigdes. The Orcs looked up at the sword and screamed or cursed the day it had been created. But even the sight of Anarásolis the legendary sword that had killed Engog was not enough to keep them quelled as it had at The battle of Akai. They began to advance again.
They paused as a solitary figure stepped from the mists. He was wearing a bright mithral suit of armor that reflected the horror around him. The helmet was Horned and horrible but resembled a vergful god rather than a demon. The Knight unshethed an enormous bastard sword that was slung over his shoulder. The Orcs charged. The Knight effected an odd stance and methodically spun the sword about his body as he prepared for their onslaught. Then strangly he grasped it in one hand pointed it at the sky screaming loudly in a language the king could not understand. With blinding speed he thrust the sword toward the river as if to attack the orcs charging across it from a hundred feet away. Suddenly the river turned to ice. Giant shards hundreds of feet high grew up impaling the orcs and freezing, those not impaled, in place.
The few Orcs that had made it across the river had no place to go but forward. The Knight met them one at a time and dropped each one with a single blow. A clamor arose from the orcs and then a rain of buring arrows topped the ice baracade as the sounds of frenzied barbarian orcs hacking away at the ice wall reached the king.
As his camp burned around him the king watched in amazement as the rain of arrows around the knight flared up and burnt themselves to dust just seconds before striking him. The King marveled as the kight patiently waited for the tunneling horde to break through he icy baracade. The knight began chanting again. and as the first group of orcs battered though the ice he again pointed his sword. Suddenly as if a great wind had barreled from its tip the emerging orcs were blown back their bodies crushed like they were porcein dolls the ice around them shattered showering those not crushed by the force blast with razor sharp shards of ice.
But There were still hundreds of Orcs and they were breaking through the frozen river up and down the shore. The king lost sight of the knight as the horde swarmed over the banks. Suddenly he heard his voice saying, archers fire. and was surprised that it came from his mouth. The clouds and partially obscured moon dissapeared as the arrows blackend the sky. The Orcs Broke and ran. A great cheer arose from the weary men.
but it was short lived. The erie howles of supernatural wolves drowned out the cheers as they echoed across the battle field. A column of flame breached the ice barrier and two figures floated across the river. The fleeing orcs parted and the king once again caught glimpse of the Knight. He turned toward the two figures. The Taller orc screamed and a ball of flame erupted where the knight was standing as it grew it enveloped scores of orcs that were around the knight. Before the ball of fire burnt itself out the knight emerged from it as he charged the orc wizard As he struck the creature his blade rippled with electrisity before slicing into it. As The mage screamed the second orc raised his giant axe and struck the knight denting his mihtral armor.
The Orc Mage Reached forward and touched the knights arm. Vile blackness began to envelope the mirthral armor and then it began to crumble. As the Orc warrior and the knight traded blows the mitral armor disapeared totally. The King noticed them knight was just a boy. Or perhaps he just looked small with out the armor and next to the Orcs. The Warior Orc smiled evily and swung his axe for the boy's head. Fire enveloped the boy and he slid to the left the blow just glancing his shoulder. The fire armor set the orc and his axe on fire. The Orc Warrior stepped back slightly raised the axe above his head and swung down at the boy. As the axe aproached his head The boy's sword, burning hot itself, flashed out of the flames for a second. As the orc's axe hit it melted and the molten metal flowed around the boy and into the ground. The Orc stood there for an instant then it's head toppled backward and it's body toppled forward.
The Orc mage screamed in anger as the boy struck him again and again. A giant bolt of lightning struck the boy sending him realing the sword going one direction and the flaming armor disapearing. He crawled to his knees and looked helplessly over at his sword. The Orc Screamed a curse and charged at the boy his hands glowing with a black light that hurt the king's soul to watch.
And then it was over. The boy kneeling, his giant sword in his hands, the Orc mage impaled down to the hilt of it. The rest of the orcs broke and ran. He watched the orcs run past him the men chasing those that faltered. The boy turned as the king approached they smiled at each other. He closed his eyes as the rain began to pour.
Rain. Di'Fier sat up in bed. Hard rain. He looked at the small magical clock that his grandfather had given him. It was very early. Rain. Oh no. He hurled himself out of bed. The rainy season had begun. It was days before the weather wizards had forast it to begin. He grabbed his sword and his spell book and a bag of stuff he had started to pack and ran out the front door of the house. He didn't stop running untill he was at the dock. but it was empty. The ship that would take him to Highgate was gone.
A sailor supported by a crutch looked at him for a second. "There'll not be any boats leaving Freeport for at least 4 month lad."
Di'Fier looked at him for a second, "When did the Jade Queen leave port?" he asked.
"The Jade Queen?, She Shoved off a full 3 days ago."
"Three days ago? I gave him my fare for passage three days ago. . . he said he wasn't leaving until. . . . " Difier glared at the sailor as he Laughed at him soaked to the bone. in his sleeping clothes. "
off," Difier said and cast a cantrip at the man. The man stared blankly as Di'Fier ran off into the night. A monent later he began laughting again.
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As the fog drew in, the King ordered his bugler to sound the call to dig in. The Orcs were much better suited to this sort of battle but if his men stayed out in the open over night the orcs would over run the camp in hours. The reports began coming in, Orc had decimated the left flank and it had to move back to keep them from penetrating the line. The reserves were holding but only tenatively. The right flank held though his son was gravely injured. The full attack in the middle was slowly making its way toward the camp If nothing changed the orcs would overrun them in 2 hours. The king called to his squire to help him put on his armor.
The sound of the battle approached. He could see the torches of the Orcs as they topped the last hill. His archers began firing. the mass of blackness continued toward him unfazed. The king unseathed his sword it's magic humming slightly as he held it from of him. The orc's stopped. Only a few had crossed the shallow river in the valley below. He saw pincers of the orish flanks toping the westren and eastren rigdes. The Orcs looked up at the sword and screamed or cursed the day it had been created. But even the sight of Anarásolis the legendary sword that had killed Engog was not enough to keep them quelled as it had at The battle of Akai. They began to advance again.
They paused as a solitary figure stepped from the mists. He was wearing a bright mithral suit of armor that reflected the horror around him. The helmet was Horned and horrible but resembled a vergful god rather than a demon. The Knight unshethed an enormous bastard sword that was slung over his shoulder. The Orcs charged. The Knight effected an odd stance and methodically spun the sword about his body as he prepared for their onslaught. Then strangly he grasped it in one hand pointed it at the sky screaming loudly in a language the king could not understand. With blinding speed he thrust the sword toward the river as if to attack the orcs charging across it from a hundred feet away. Suddenly the river turned to ice. Giant shards hundreds of feet high grew up impaling the orcs and freezing, those not impaled, in place.
The few Orcs that had made it across the river had no place to go but forward. The Knight met them one at a time and dropped each one with a single blow. A clamor arose from the orcs and then a rain of buring arrows topped the ice baracade as the sounds of frenzied barbarian orcs hacking away at the ice wall reached the king.
As his camp burned around him the king watched in amazement as the rain of arrows around the knight flared up and burnt themselves to dust just seconds before striking him. The King marveled as the kight patiently waited for the tunneling horde to break through he icy baracade. The knight began chanting again. and as the first group of orcs battered though the ice he again pointed his sword. Suddenly as if a great wind had barreled from its tip the emerging orcs were blown back their bodies crushed like they were porcein dolls the ice around them shattered showering those not crushed by the force blast with razor sharp shards of ice.
But There were still hundreds of Orcs and they were breaking through the frozen river up and down the shore. The king lost sight of the knight as the horde swarmed over the banks. Suddenly he heard his voice saying, archers fire. and was surprised that it came from his mouth. The clouds and partially obscured moon dissapeared as the arrows blackend the sky. The Orcs Broke and ran. A great cheer arose from the weary men.
but it was short lived. The erie howles of supernatural wolves drowned out the cheers as they echoed across the battle field. A column of flame breached the ice barrier and two figures floated across the river. The fleeing orcs parted and the king once again caught glimpse of the Knight. He turned toward the two figures. The Taller orc screamed and a ball of flame erupted where the knight was standing as it grew it enveloped scores of orcs that were around the knight. Before the ball of fire burnt itself out the knight emerged from it as he charged the orc wizard As he struck the creature his blade rippled with electrisity before slicing into it. As The mage screamed the second orc raised his giant axe and struck the knight denting his mihtral armor.
The Orc Mage Reached forward and touched the knights arm. Vile blackness began to envelope the mirthral armor and then it began to crumble. As the Orc warrior and the knight traded blows the mitral armor disapeared totally. The King noticed them knight was just a boy. Or perhaps he just looked small with out the armor and next to the Orcs. The Warior Orc smiled evily and swung his axe for the boy's head. Fire enveloped the boy and he slid to the left the blow just glancing his shoulder. The fire armor set the orc and his axe on fire. The Orc Warrior stepped back slightly raised the axe above his head and swung down at the boy. As the axe aproached his head The boy's sword, burning hot itself, flashed out of the flames for a second. As the orc's axe hit it melted and the molten metal flowed around the boy and into the ground. The Orc stood there for an instant then it's head toppled backward and it's body toppled forward.
The Orc mage screamed in anger as the boy struck him again and again. A giant bolt of lightning struck the boy sending him realing the sword going one direction and the flaming armor disapearing. He crawled to his knees and looked helplessly over at his sword. The Orc Screamed a curse and charged at the boy his hands glowing with a black light that hurt the king's soul to watch.
And then it was over. The boy kneeling, his giant sword in his hands, the Orc mage impaled down to the hilt of it. The rest of the orcs broke and ran. He watched the orcs run past him the men chasing those that faltered. The boy turned as the king approached they smiled at each other. He closed his eyes as the rain began to pour.
Rain. Di'Fier sat up in bed. Hard rain. He looked at the small magical clock that his grandfather had given him. It was very early. Rain. Oh no. He hurled himself out of bed. The rainy season had begun. It was days before the weather wizards had forast it to begin. He grabbed his sword and his spell book and a bag of stuff he had started to pack and ran out the front door of the house. He didn't stop running untill he was at the dock. but it was empty. The ship that would take him to Highgate was gone.
A sailor supported by a crutch looked at him for a second. "There'll not be any boats leaving Freeport for at least 4 month lad."
Di'Fier looked at him for a second, "When did the Jade Queen leave port?" he asked.
"The Jade Queen?, She Shoved off a full 3 days ago."
"Three days ago? I gave him my fare for passage three days ago. . . he said he wasn't leaving until. . . . " Difier glared at the sailor as he Laughed at him soaked to the bone. in his sleeping clothes. "
off," Difier said and cast a cantrip at the man. The man stared blankly as Di'Fier ran off into the night. A monent later he began laughting again.
