Daeman
Lord of the TwisTeD
I guess I'm sort of new here I made an account a long time ago but got kicked out of my house so I just sort of got back on a computer now 
lately it seems I've been writing a lot more songs then anything else...infact this is the first piece of writtin work I've made in story form in months. It was inspired by by a band called "Demons & Wizards" and just listening to their music I thought up two great stories that will eventualy interwind into eachother, this one is actual the second one but I'm just starting to write them and it seemed better to do it backwards. well anyway let me know what you think I need any and all constructive critisism(however you spell that lol). did you like it? did anything not fit or make sense? I know I suck at grammer and spelling so I could use help there to.
The battle roared like the great waves of Thunder Shore hammering against the rocks and cliffs. However this battle was far from any shore. It Raged inland till it found its way to the small country known as Lightwater. The land of valleys and rivers which mimicked snakes on their crooked winding path to Thunder Shore. It quickly became clear the battle would end here as one army was slowly being forced back into the valley. Soon thousands of men were stuck on the floor of the valley shoulder to shoulder killing one another. Mountains of bodies made new ground for the battle to discover. Men were left fighting over top the fallen corpses of their friends and comrades. Blood turned the Serpent River red as yet more men fell. Suddenly just as all seemed it was going to end, after a bridge of bodies had been erected the battle slowed. Almost to a halt as one man stood in the river stopping all who tried to get passed him. He was massive, and responsible for many of the corpses now floating down the river. Soldiers stood behind him grinning as though they had been saved when another foolish hero was felled by the giants hammer. Finally after nearly an hour of foolish attempts to pass this monster it seemed the battle had ceased completely. Men stood on either side of the shore, weapons ready, anger and fear as evident in their eyes as the blood that stained their faces and uniforms.
The ranks of the Farrian army split in two as their captain rode between and down to the river to issue more orders. He was not pleased at all by what he saw when he arrived. His men were cowering away from one man. He ordered them to charge but got nothing but ill mannered comments that he should try himself in return. After some convincing and a promise of a high reward one reckless light horse tried to slay the beast. He gave his steed a quick kick and thrust his lance foreword hoping to use his range to his advantage. However it did him little good. The goliath of a man stood his ground knee high in the water using a pile of bodies to raise himself above his attacker. With a mighty heave and thunderous grunt he brought his monstrous hammer up and around crushing the horses skull as the horseman’s lance went right over his shoulder. The poor warrior now unhorsed tried to get up out of the water and draw his sword, but his armor weighed him down and he was smashed into the floor of the river before he got to one knee.
The Farrian army stood in shock, some silent and some groaning as it became clear their great captain would scream orders for them to charge and overwhelm the great fighter that held them at bay. However one more fool had to try his luck. Murmurs of doubt and laughter swept up both sides of the river as a boy stepped out from the Farrian ranks and onto the bridge of carcass. He did not wear their uniform or any for that matter, he was a hired killer. A mercenary and the last hope for the cowering faces at Serpents River. His armor was red but appeared to be steel scales of some kind. Each uniquely fitted together as to cover his torso but made it easy to move and swing a sword in. He wore little other armor besides a small buckler attached to his right gauntlet. As his sword came off his back the murmurs rose into to gasps and shouts of disbelief. It was some sort of broad sword. Four and a half feet in length, and appeared to be a good one and a half inches thick. As wide as five inches this blade seemed more like a large wedged club then a sword. Unlike the complicated protection and armor he wore this was a large iron tool with one clear purpose.
The boy seemed like a blur of red and blond as he rushed foreword jumping from body to body until he came within range of the massive hammer. The monster swung but not all was lost. This mere boy had leaped into the air just as the war hammer flew underneath him. He seemed to jump his own height as he through his sword back and then swung it foreword and down with all his strength, using his body weight to carry the blade down faster. The giant had over swung greatly and now bled from his head to his crotch. Now enraged, his mace came down where this new menace had disappeared into the water. A wave of protests and fear swept up and down both shores. The Farrian’s chances to slay their strongest enemy had just decreased greatly, or so they thought. The hostile shore however could clearly see the blade rising from the rushing waters and forcing its way swiftly through their saviors back loosing a long spray of blood out his chest. The beast had been slain and fell to his knees where he remained deceased. A new hero arose from the water and a deafening cry rose in cheers as the Farrian’s charged across the river.
The battle was won within the hour and the ‘boy who slew the beast’ was rewarded greatly. However he had lost many friends. Too many to count. The band of fighters which had raised him from the time he was old enough to swing a knife till now had suffered terrible losses. It seemed they didn’t even have enough to cover the amount of warriors who had fallen.
lately it seems I've been writing a lot more songs then anything else...infact this is the first piece of writtin work I've made in story form in months. It was inspired by by a band called "Demons & Wizards" and just listening to their music I thought up two great stories that will eventualy interwind into eachother, this one is actual the second one but I'm just starting to write them and it seemed better to do it backwards. well anyway let me know what you think I need any and all constructive critisism(however you spell that lol). did you like it? did anything not fit or make sense? I know I suck at grammer and spelling so I could use help there to.The battle roared like the great waves of Thunder Shore hammering against the rocks and cliffs. However this battle was far from any shore. It Raged inland till it found its way to the small country known as Lightwater. The land of valleys and rivers which mimicked snakes on their crooked winding path to Thunder Shore. It quickly became clear the battle would end here as one army was slowly being forced back into the valley. Soon thousands of men were stuck on the floor of the valley shoulder to shoulder killing one another. Mountains of bodies made new ground for the battle to discover. Men were left fighting over top the fallen corpses of their friends and comrades. Blood turned the Serpent River red as yet more men fell. Suddenly just as all seemed it was going to end, after a bridge of bodies had been erected the battle slowed. Almost to a halt as one man stood in the river stopping all who tried to get passed him. He was massive, and responsible for many of the corpses now floating down the river. Soldiers stood behind him grinning as though they had been saved when another foolish hero was felled by the giants hammer. Finally after nearly an hour of foolish attempts to pass this monster it seemed the battle had ceased completely. Men stood on either side of the shore, weapons ready, anger and fear as evident in their eyes as the blood that stained their faces and uniforms.
The ranks of the Farrian army split in two as their captain rode between and down to the river to issue more orders. He was not pleased at all by what he saw when he arrived. His men were cowering away from one man. He ordered them to charge but got nothing but ill mannered comments that he should try himself in return. After some convincing and a promise of a high reward one reckless light horse tried to slay the beast. He gave his steed a quick kick and thrust his lance foreword hoping to use his range to his advantage. However it did him little good. The goliath of a man stood his ground knee high in the water using a pile of bodies to raise himself above his attacker. With a mighty heave and thunderous grunt he brought his monstrous hammer up and around crushing the horses skull as the horseman’s lance went right over his shoulder. The poor warrior now unhorsed tried to get up out of the water and draw his sword, but his armor weighed him down and he was smashed into the floor of the river before he got to one knee.
The Farrian army stood in shock, some silent and some groaning as it became clear their great captain would scream orders for them to charge and overwhelm the great fighter that held them at bay. However one more fool had to try his luck. Murmurs of doubt and laughter swept up both sides of the river as a boy stepped out from the Farrian ranks and onto the bridge of carcass. He did not wear their uniform or any for that matter, he was a hired killer. A mercenary and the last hope for the cowering faces at Serpents River. His armor was red but appeared to be steel scales of some kind. Each uniquely fitted together as to cover his torso but made it easy to move and swing a sword in. He wore little other armor besides a small buckler attached to his right gauntlet. As his sword came off his back the murmurs rose into to gasps and shouts of disbelief. It was some sort of broad sword. Four and a half feet in length, and appeared to be a good one and a half inches thick. As wide as five inches this blade seemed more like a large wedged club then a sword. Unlike the complicated protection and armor he wore this was a large iron tool with one clear purpose.
The boy seemed like a blur of red and blond as he rushed foreword jumping from body to body until he came within range of the massive hammer. The monster swung but not all was lost. This mere boy had leaped into the air just as the war hammer flew underneath him. He seemed to jump his own height as he through his sword back and then swung it foreword and down with all his strength, using his body weight to carry the blade down faster. The giant had over swung greatly and now bled from his head to his crotch. Now enraged, his mace came down where this new menace had disappeared into the water. A wave of protests and fear swept up and down both shores. The Farrian’s chances to slay their strongest enemy had just decreased greatly, or so they thought. The hostile shore however could clearly see the blade rising from the rushing waters and forcing its way swiftly through their saviors back loosing a long spray of blood out his chest. The beast had been slain and fell to his knees where he remained deceased. A new hero arose from the water and a deafening cry rose in cheers as the Farrian’s charged across the river.
The battle was won within the hour and the ‘boy who slew the beast’ was rewarded greatly. However he had lost many friends. Too many to count. The band of fighters which had raised him from the time he was old enough to swing a knife till now had suffered terrible losses. It seemed they didn’t even have enough to cover the amount of warriors who had fallen.
