At 11/5/06 06:04 PM, Lopezinator5 wrote:
That's all of them. I hope no one disapproves.
Not really, except for the fact that no one is going to remember all of those. Oh well, since you guys took to whining about it, here is mine:
Andrea, as the head magic user in the court of Hillis, had a room in the palace. It was filled with artifacts and arcane tomes, the results of her many excursions into the Wild Lands in search of the remains of ancient cities. She would normally have servants, but had refused them upon her promotion to the office six years ago, no one would do her work for her. She was still naked in her bed when her door was beat upon by a frantic messenger. "MISTRESS!!! The borders are under attack, King Mathis requests your presence in the court." the messenger yelled through the door. Andrea stod up, her beautiful form glistining with sweat from the nightmare she had had during the previous night. "I know," she said "I have seen what will come."
Andrea walked down the hall, clothed in her Valkerie robes, which were enchanted to repel all dark energies and re-direct them towards the caster. As she continued down the wall, she glanced a sight of her lover, Theo Drell, the captain of the guard in the castle. He was preparing his troops, and that fact made her anxious. The castle was not in harms way, that she had learned from the messenger, the fact that the Castle Guard was fighting outside the castle meant one thing: trouble, and lots of it. What she had pieced together from her prophetic dream the night before was that there was going to be a great war soon, and that only a select group of people could stop it. She knew that she had to find those people, no matter the cost.
The dreams had started the same night she had discovered her potential capibility with magic. The same night her family was killed. Bandits had always been a problem in Hillis, but not a big one. They were constantly hunted by the military, and were not well organised. They often preyed on lone travelers, robbing and killing them. That night was different, that night they took on a city. It was the event known in the history records as the "Greval Event", this was the nice term. What it really was is a massacre. The thousand bandits converged on the city of Greval, Andrea's hometown, carrying seige weapons that were taken from god knows where. They knocked down the walls using Seige Ballistae, and then charged in. The meager Town Guard, numbering little more than fifty, broke at the sight of the army. They fled the city, leaving sleeping civilians to the non-existant mercy of the bandit horde.
Andrea had awoken from a dream that night, a dream of dark figures slashing through all in thier path. She had no idea that she was about to live that nightmare, and worse. She had left her room in her parent's two-story house, and traveled downstairs because she was too terrorfied of the dream to sleep. Having awoken her parents, they all went to the main room of the house, a foyer/kitchen, and sat to calm thier daughter, who was 16 at the time. Before they could begin to talk, thier door broke down and six men with heavy weapons walked in. Andrea's father knew this group as Dex's Bandits, the largest group of brigands in the region. He pulled a dagger from a scabard at his side and threw it. It stuck into the eye-socket of one of the bandits, a swordsman, killing him instantly. This took all hesitation out of the other five marauders, who raised thier weapons and charged.
Andrea's father tried to fight back, but wass quickly killed as he had no weapon. Andrea's mother was thrown to the floor and be-headed, right in front of her shocked daughter. Then the men turned thier attention to the grief-ridden girl. "Lemme 'ave sum fun wit' dis one, eh boss?" the axeman in the group said in an accent that marked him as a foreigner. "I don't see why not, Horloc, we likely wont see another woman for quite a while." a black robed man with two holstered daggers said in a sly voice. With that, Horloc knocked Andrea to the floor as another of the men closed and held her to the floor. The rest of the men ripped her clothes off and began to gang rape her. Anrdea screamed at the horrible atrocity being done to her, the men abused her physically and sexually, doing things forbidden in every society and enjoying every minute of it. When they finished, Andrea lie naked in the floor, dripping in sweat, among other substances, and completely and utterly exhausted. Bruises and cuts covered her beautiful body, she seemed little more than an abused pet now.
As the men instructed a swordsman to finish her off, rage seemed to take over her weak body. She raised her hand, and a large beam of pure red energy leapt out of it. She conciously obliterated the men. Mind. Body. Soul. Her anger destroyed the men in every possible way, the odd magic flaying the skin from thier bones and liqiufying thier organs. The screams seemed to echo, although this was impossible in such a small room, and the horrible sound seemed to last an hour. After it was over, and charred skeletons were all that remained of the bandits, Andrea fell to the floor uncouncious. The next morning the city was taken back by the royal army, the bandits forced out. A young trooper named Theo Drell, 18 at the time, found Andrea and carried her out of the burning city on his shoulder. Her took her naked body to his tent and clothed her, put her in his own bed as well. It took several days, but she eventually regained counciousness. Theo became her best friend as she traveled with his regiment. Once of age, she enlisted as a healer in the army, wanting to save rather than kill. She was afraid of the power she had used to kill those men, and had hoped to never have to use it again.
As she walked towards the King's Chamber, she began to wonder if she would have to kill once again to protect her country...