AmazingChi
Volcanic Rage
Ancient and Forever (Working title)
There will be violence and gore worth PG at least later on, I shall warn you in advance.
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Chapter 1: Journey's Beginning.
Dawn broke over the Kingdom of Yurmenos, the larks sang with all their heart and all was well in the world. The sun rose above the tree line and the sunbeams strode between the trees. Squirrels scurried here and there and the odd mouse made its way through the maze of trees. The forest was the largest in all the Kingdoms and dubbed the Great Forest by all. A light brown rabbit was casually hopping this way and that, minding it's own business with no care in the world for anything else but it's family. Suddenly, something impacted into the ground just millimetres to the rabbit's right. The rabbit, startled, hopped away into the vast thicket in front of it. The owner of the arrow strode up and collected it for later use. Laram was a tall young man and was considered handsome by the female population. His unruly brown hair getting in his face as be bent down to pick the arrow up. As he straightened up and adjusted his bow onto his back once more, he found himself looking into the face of his friend; Eosar. Laram's dark brown eyes locked with Eosar's sea blue. Eosar wasn't as handsome as Laram, but instead, he was gifted with 'rugged' good looks.
Eosar was beaming at him, silently mocking Laram's shooting, although in fact Laram was the better of the two of them when it came to hitting the target with an arrow. Eosar was tall compared most people, but was a few inches shorter than Laram. The difference in height was made up in Eosar's strength. Being the son of the towns carpenter and craftsman, he had to do many hours of manual labour and often was sent to chop down tree for wood. As a result, Eosar was very broad shouldered and muscular too. It was an especially chilly day for springtime, so both were wearing their cold weather hunting gear. The pair decided to call it at that and return home with the still substantial haul from that morning's hunt. A strong cold morning breeze howled through the forest, causing Laram's hair to become even more untidy, but hardly ruffled the shorter blonde hair of Eosar.
They made their way home, laughing and commenting on each others skills, and the occasional quip about girls; the natural young man's chatting topics. The two of them were not far into the forest when they decided to leave, so it did not take them that long to return to world outside the forest. What stood before them now, was the expanse of the farm Laram and his father lived on. The farm was located on the outskirts of Baudorf, a relatively small village that lies in the area next to the forest. Passing fields of wheat and barley, the pair made the way to the storage shed to put down their hunting equipment. The storage shed was located not for from the house and within it was a vast expanse of equipment for all weathers and situation that Laram and his father had collected over the years. Having done that and padlocking the door, Laram and Eosar headed towards the farmhouse. Laram's home was a large farmhouse, made of stone with creeping plants trawling the sides, there was also smoke billowing out of the chimney.
They reached the house and creaked open the door. The smell of meat cooking greeted them as they entered. The pair placed the rabbits and the odd pheasant they had successfully hunted onto the 'hunt hooks'; as Laram called them; by the entrance and closed the door behind them. They walked round the corner and passed into the kitchen where a pot was boiling on the cooker, Laram peered inside to find that it was rabbit stew. Leaving the ever so tempting aromas behind reluctantly, they entered the dining room. It was a large room, with an equally large round table made of dark wood in it. Laram always wondered why they kept the table, considering it was just the two of them there, and they hardly ever held dinner parties. Around the table there were highbacked wooden chairs that were placed evenly around the circumference. Stood in the doorway between the dining room and living room they could see Laram's Father; Iso; reading a book in a large armchair, blanketed by the warmth of the fire. Iso was about the same height as Laram, but his hair was greying at the temples and tied back into a ponytail. Just like his son, Iso was handsome in his day, and still could be considered so, as age had not affected him much. In the the chair opposite was Adrin, Iso's youngest brother and Laram's uncle. Adrin was only in his early to mid thirties, and was just over ten years younger than his brother. Like Iso and Laram, he was also tall and shared his siblings looks. However, unlike his sibling, his hair was kept at neck length. Adrin had spotted the lads enter the room, Iso was still buried in his book.
“Hello Laram,” he started. “Eosar! It's good to see you too!” Iso looked up from his reading and welcomed them both with a smile.
“Good morning, Adrin. How long are you visiting for?” asked Laram. Adrin lived and worked as a blacksmith in the capital but made frequent visits to his brother's farm.
“Oh, not long this time, I'm afraid,” he replied with a sigh, “I was just delivering some wares to people in the town here but there's a long list of orders that need doing, so I'll have to head back tomorrow.”
“Fair enough, what have you been up to since we last saw you?” The lads listened to Adrin's tales. Iso had already conversed with his brother earlier, and went to check on the stew. In return, Adrin listened to Laram's side of any adventure that Iso had talked to him about earlier and Laram's own achievements. He also talked with Eosar, expressing interest in going to see his father, being a fellow craftsman. They talked for a while, Iso occasionally interjecting something from the kitchen. Finally, it was time to eat. Iso called the others into the dining room, and dealt out stew to all of them. Laram noted that this was the most people that had been around the table in ages.
Eventually, after giving everyone else their food, Iso sat down with his and asked, “So, anything interesting happened in the Capital recently?”
“Not really, I don't get that much time to see if there is though. Although... there was something that I heard about a few days back.” This got the the others' attention.
“What?” asked Laram, interested.
“Well, apparently, the archaeologists have unearthed something ancient and are completely puzzled about what it is, which is a first. They tend to give things uses even if they don't know!” Something resonated within the two lads' minds, both suddenly wanted to know more. “If the archaeologists don't know, how would I?” laughed Adrin in reply.
“Can we go see it?” Laram asked pleadingly to his father. Iso pondered for a while and finally said;
“Yes, but wait till tomorrow, you can go with Adrin.”
“Now that I've got no wares on my cart, you can travel in it easily,” Adrin explained. The boys looked eager to go and finished their stew before Iso and Adrin. Both had to wait for the others to finish though, even now was not the time to leave manners behind. As soon as the other two had finished, Eosar said that he had to go get ready and left, but not before Adrin said he'd go with him and talk to his father, about both craftsmanship and the journey. With Adrin and Eosar departed, Laram went to his room and did his own packing. After a short while, his father entered and helped him with the items he would need to take with him. Once packed, Iso left without saying anything, leaving Laram on his own for while. Why he left became apparent when he returned with a sword. His sword. Laram's eyes lit up at the sight of it.
“There are dangers out there, namely wolves in these parts,” Iso started, “take this, in case you find yourself in need of it.” He passed over the sword and scabbard. Laram studied it intensely, the handle had hard black leather wrapped around it and the hilt had an ornate snake designed into it. The blade itself was quite long for a sword, it was a two handed sword. The scabbard also was made of the same hard black leather, and it too had a snake embedded in the design. Iso spent the rest of the day teaching his son the basic movements with the sword outside, so he was capable of defending himself, should he need to. Laram wondered when his father had become in possession of the sword, and where he learnt to use it. He could also tell his father knew more than he managed to teach before nightfall. Laram retired to his room straight away and fell asleep instantly
Dawn broke, and Laram hastily gathered his things and wolfed his breakfast down. He left the house to find Adrin rolling up the path in his cart, with Eosar sat in the back with his gear. Adrin pulled the reins and the horses stopped and he hopped out the driver's seat. Adrin and Iso conversed whilst Laram was putting his things in the back with Eosar's. Finally, he clambered up too and sat opposite Eosar. It was time to go, and reality finally hit him.
He was going on a journey.
There will be violence and gore worth PG at least later on, I shall warn you in advance.
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Chapter 1: Journey's Beginning.
Dawn broke over the Kingdom of Yurmenos, the larks sang with all their heart and all was well in the world. The sun rose above the tree line and the sunbeams strode between the trees. Squirrels scurried here and there and the odd mouse made its way through the maze of trees. The forest was the largest in all the Kingdoms and dubbed the Great Forest by all. A light brown rabbit was casually hopping this way and that, minding it's own business with no care in the world for anything else but it's family. Suddenly, something impacted into the ground just millimetres to the rabbit's right. The rabbit, startled, hopped away into the vast thicket in front of it. The owner of the arrow strode up and collected it for later use. Laram was a tall young man and was considered handsome by the female population. His unruly brown hair getting in his face as be bent down to pick the arrow up. As he straightened up and adjusted his bow onto his back once more, he found himself looking into the face of his friend; Eosar. Laram's dark brown eyes locked with Eosar's sea blue. Eosar wasn't as handsome as Laram, but instead, he was gifted with 'rugged' good looks.
Eosar was beaming at him, silently mocking Laram's shooting, although in fact Laram was the better of the two of them when it came to hitting the target with an arrow. Eosar was tall compared most people, but was a few inches shorter than Laram. The difference in height was made up in Eosar's strength. Being the son of the towns carpenter and craftsman, he had to do many hours of manual labour and often was sent to chop down tree for wood. As a result, Eosar was very broad shouldered and muscular too. It was an especially chilly day for springtime, so both were wearing their cold weather hunting gear. The pair decided to call it at that and return home with the still substantial haul from that morning's hunt. A strong cold morning breeze howled through the forest, causing Laram's hair to become even more untidy, but hardly ruffled the shorter blonde hair of Eosar.
They made their way home, laughing and commenting on each others skills, and the occasional quip about girls; the natural young man's chatting topics. The two of them were not far into the forest when they decided to leave, so it did not take them that long to return to world outside the forest. What stood before them now, was the expanse of the farm Laram and his father lived on. The farm was located on the outskirts of Baudorf, a relatively small village that lies in the area next to the forest. Passing fields of wheat and barley, the pair made the way to the storage shed to put down their hunting equipment. The storage shed was located not for from the house and within it was a vast expanse of equipment for all weathers and situation that Laram and his father had collected over the years. Having done that and padlocking the door, Laram and Eosar headed towards the farmhouse. Laram's home was a large farmhouse, made of stone with creeping plants trawling the sides, there was also smoke billowing out of the chimney.
They reached the house and creaked open the door. The smell of meat cooking greeted them as they entered. The pair placed the rabbits and the odd pheasant they had successfully hunted onto the 'hunt hooks'; as Laram called them; by the entrance and closed the door behind them. They walked round the corner and passed into the kitchen where a pot was boiling on the cooker, Laram peered inside to find that it was rabbit stew. Leaving the ever so tempting aromas behind reluctantly, they entered the dining room. It was a large room, with an equally large round table made of dark wood in it. Laram always wondered why they kept the table, considering it was just the two of them there, and they hardly ever held dinner parties. Around the table there were highbacked wooden chairs that were placed evenly around the circumference. Stood in the doorway between the dining room and living room they could see Laram's Father; Iso; reading a book in a large armchair, blanketed by the warmth of the fire. Iso was about the same height as Laram, but his hair was greying at the temples and tied back into a ponytail. Just like his son, Iso was handsome in his day, and still could be considered so, as age had not affected him much. In the the chair opposite was Adrin, Iso's youngest brother and Laram's uncle. Adrin was only in his early to mid thirties, and was just over ten years younger than his brother. Like Iso and Laram, he was also tall and shared his siblings looks. However, unlike his sibling, his hair was kept at neck length. Adrin had spotted the lads enter the room, Iso was still buried in his book.
“Hello Laram,” he started. “Eosar! It's good to see you too!” Iso looked up from his reading and welcomed them both with a smile.
“Good morning, Adrin. How long are you visiting for?” asked Laram. Adrin lived and worked as a blacksmith in the capital but made frequent visits to his brother's farm.
“Oh, not long this time, I'm afraid,” he replied with a sigh, “I was just delivering some wares to people in the town here but there's a long list of orders that need doing, so I'll have to head back tomorrow.”
“Fair enough, what have you been up to since we last saw you?” The lads listened to Adrin's tales. Iso had already conversed with his brother earlier, and went to check on the stew. In return, Adrin listened to Laram's side of any adventure that Iso had talked to him about earlier and Laram's own achievements. He also talked with Eosar, expressing interest in going to see his father, being a fellow craftsman. They talked for a while, Iso occasionally interjecting something from the kitchen. Finally, it was time to eat. Iso called the others into the dining room, and dealt out stew to all of them. Laram noted that this was the most people that had been around the table in ages.
Eventually, after giving everyone else their food, Iso sat down with his and asked, “So, anything interesting happened in the Capital recently?”
“Not really, I don't get that much time to see if there is though. Although... there was something that I heard about a few days back.” This got the the others' attention.
“What?” asked Laram, interested.
“Well, apparently, the archaeologists have unearthed something ancient and are completely puzzled about what it is, which is a first. They tend to give things uses even if they don't know!” Something resonated within the two lads' minds, both suddenly wanted to know more. “If the archaeologists don't know, how would I?” laughed Adrin in reply.
“Can we go see it?” Laram asked pleadingly to his father. Iso pondered for a while and finally said;
“Yes, but wait till tomorrow, you can go with Adrin.”
“Now that I've got no wares on my cart, you can travel in it easily,” Adrin explained. The boys looked eager to go and finished their stew before Iso and Adrin. Both had to wait for the others to finish though, even now was not the time to leave manners behind. As soon as the other two had finished, Eosar said that he had to go get ready and left, but not before Adrin said he'd go with him and talk to his father, about both craftsmanship and the journey. With Adrin and Eosar departed, Laram went to his room and did his own packing. After a short while, his father entered and helped him with the items he would need to take with him. Once packed, Iso left without saying anything, leaving Laram on his own for while. Why he left became apparent when he returned with a sword. His sword. Laram's eyes lit up at the sight of it.
“There are dangers out there, namely wolves in these parts,” Iso started, “take this, in case you find yourself in need of it.” He passed over the sword and scabbard. Laram studied it intensely, the handle had hard black leather wrapped around it and the hilt had an ornate snake designed into it. The blade itself was quite long for a sword, it was a two handed sword. The scabbard also was made of the same hard black leather, and it too had a snake embedded in the design. Iso spent the rest of the day teaching his son the basic movements with the sword outside, so he was capable of defending himself, should he need to. Laram wondered when his father had become in possession of the sword, and where he learnt to use it. He could also tell his father knew more than he managed to teach before nightfall. Laram retired to his room straight away and fell asleep instantly
Dawn broke, and Laram hastily gathered his things and wolfed his breakfast down. He left the house to find Adrin rolling up the path in his cart, with Eosar sat in the back with his gear. Adrin pulled the reins and the horses stopped and he hopped out the driver's seat. Adrin and Iso conversed whilst Laram was putting his things in the back with Eosar's. Finally, he clambered up too and sat opposite Eosar. It was time to go, and reality finally hit him.
He was going on a journey.
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