Brute Root
I'm a Christian
Hello readers...if any...this is my first fan-fic and it is the first one I'm posting on these forums. Since it is my first one, it may not be all that great, so I will expect for readers to leave their comments about what should be changed. So far, this fic is only three chapters long, but each chap. (including the prologue) are about 15-20 hand-writen pages long for a total of 87 pages..for now. This fic is rated PG13 for violence. What kind of violence? The kind with the slashing of swords, stabbing and slicing of daggers and the casting of special elemental powers. I hope you will enjoy this story, or at least laugh at the mistakes I'll make. Without further ado, here is my story.
Prologue
In the land of Rune Midgard, creatures of every size and race existed, the inhabitants were living together in harmony and keeping the large cities and quaint towns perfectly clean while the children played in the gentle sun light overseeing the valleys. There were also monsters...monsters God had created to aid the inhabitants of Rune Midgard with their daily routines. The monsters ranged from the pink and plushy Porings that often roamed the cities absorbing table scraps, to the large grasshoppers known as Rockers that would play sweet melodies on their handcrafted violins. Even the city of Payon was inhabited by monsters, a special race of children with the girls, known as the Munak, and the older brother of the Munak, the Bongun. These children also helped with chores and duties of everyday life, and having no true mother or father, except God, these children were often adopted into the homes of the citizens of Payon.
Payon, however, is not the setting for the story, it is Prontera, the capital city of the Rune Midgard Kingdom and where King Tristan III keeps a watchful eye over his kingdom from his large castle in the northern area of the large city. Tristan is a man whom few have seen, unless, of course, they are getting married; in this wonderful event, King Tristan III himself ties together the strings of love's puppets. On this day of April 4, 1986, however, the event that is about to unfold is vital to the fate of the Kingdom.
At the towering church of Prontera, two lovers, one that is of the Blacksmith class who was a fairly tall, stern, mustached man built for battle and forging weapons and a woman with long dark hair and almost equally tall and slender was a well trained Priestess were about to become newly weds. Many of the spectators at the wedding were Acolytes in training, the reason being is simple: the Prontera church is where youngsters who do not hold a job class status, known as Novices, train to become Acolytes and Priests; other than them, the wedding was attended by friends and family, and some Novices that were eaten up with curiosity. The rumor traveling amongst the Novices was that marriage was a form of torture and punishment. Why? Mainly because of the fighting that sometimes went occurs, so they wanted to see if it hurt or not. As the couple stood almost perfectly still and holding hands, the moment had finally arrived when King Tristan began to read from the bible and recite the famous questionnaire and listen to the vows of the couple.
“Do you, Walter O’Dazier, take this lovely priestess, Brenda, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Walter was apparently nervous because he was shaking so much that his top hat fell off, but after a second or two, he had gathered up enough courage to reply.
“I do.” Walter said, still a little nervous.
“Well,” chuckled the King, “don’t tell me, tell her!”
Walter turned and faced his girlfriend and stated his vows:
“I, Walter O’Dazier, take you Brenda Sullivan, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”
Then he slid a gold ring onto her finger and kissed her hand as a token of affection.
Then the King asked, “Do you, Brenda Sullivan, take this caring Blacksmith to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Brenda blushed and looked at her soon-to-be husband and then replied,
“I, Brenda Sullivan, take you, Walter O’Dazier, to be my lawfully wedded husband, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live. In the presence of God and these our friends I take thee to be my husband, promising with Divine assistance to be unto thee a loving and faithful wife so long as we both shall live.”
And she too, slid a ring onto the finger of her partner.
King Tristan III looked at the giddy couple for a moment and then stated, “Then by the power vested within me and by the Holy Ghost, I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the-”
Before the King could finish the sentence, the couple had kissed and their lives were changed forever.
Prologue
In the land of Rune Midgard, creatures of every size and race existed, the inhabitants were living together in harmony and keeping the large cities and quaint towns perfectly clean while the children played in the gentle sun light overseeing the valleys. There were also monsters...monsters God had created to aid the inhabitants of Rune Midgard with their daily routines. The monsters ranged from the pink and plushy Porings that often roamed the cities absorbing table scraps, to the large grasshoppers known as Rockers that would play sweet melodies on their handcrafted violins. Even the city of Payon was inhabited by monsters, a special race of children with the girls, known as the Munak, and the older brother of the Munak, the Bongun. These children also helped with chores and duties of everyday life, and having no true mother or father, except God, these children were often adopted into the homes of the citizens of Payon.
Payon, however, is not the setting for the story, it is Prontera, the capital city of the Rune Midgard Kingdom and where King Tristan III keeps a watchful eye over his kingdom from his large castle in the northern area of the large city. Tristan is a man whom few have seen, unless, of course, they are getting married; in this wonderful event, King Tristan III himself ties together the strings of love's puppets. On this day of April 4, 1986, however, the event that is about to unfold is vital to the fate of the Kingdom.
At the towering church of Prontera, two lovers, one that is of the Blacksmith class who was a fairly tall, stern, mustached man built for battle and forging weapons and a woman with long dark hair and almost equally tall and slender was a well trained Priestess were about to become newly weds. Many of the spectators at the wedding were Acolytes in training, the reason being is simple: the Prontera church is where youngsters who do not hold a job class status, known as Novices, train to become Acolytes and Priests; other than them, the wedding was attended by friends and family, and some Novices that were eaten up with curiosity. The rumor traveling amongst the Novices was that marriage was a form of torture and punishment. Why? Mainly because of the fighting that sometimes went occurs, so they wanted to see if it hurt or not. As the couple stood almost perfectly still and holding hands, the moment had finally arrived when King Tristan began to read from the bible and recite the famous questionnaire and listen to the vows of the couple.
“Do you, Walter O’Dazier, take this lovely priestess, Brenda, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Walter was apparently nervous because he was shaking so much that his top hat fell off, but after a second or two, he had gathered up enough courage to reply.
“I do.” Walter said, still a little nervous.
“Well,” chuckled the King, “don’t tell me, tell her!”
Walter turned and faced his girlfriend and stated his vows:
“I, Walter O’Dazier, take you Brenda Sullivan, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”
Then he slid a gold ring onto her finger and kissed her hand as a token of affection.
Then the King asked, “Do you, Brenda Sullivan, take this caring Blacksmith to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Brenda blushed and looked at her soon-to-be husband and then replied,
“I, Brenda Sullivan, take you, Walter O’Dazier, to be my lawfully wedded husband, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live. In the presence of God and these our friends I take thee to be my husband, promising with Divine assistance to be unto thee a loving and faithful wife so long as we both shall live.”
And she too, slid a ring onto the finger of her partner.
King Tristan III looked at the giddy couple for a moment and then stated, “Then by the power vested within me and by the Holy Ghost, I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the-”
Before the King could finish the sentence, the couple had kissed and their lives were changed forever.
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