Path of a Rising Sunn
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sagesariaTitle: Path of a Rising Sunn
Category: Fanfiction, computer game, Everquest
Rating: PG
Genres: Action/Adventure, Romance, Drama, Fantasy
Summary: A story of revenge, devotion, and forbidden love, staring my character Sunnburst.
Status: Incomplete
Chapter 1
The darkened caverns were lit only by torches that rested along the walls. Rattling chains and the clanging of metal on stone reverberated through the dank halls. The weary, starved Elves and Dwarves knelt on the damp, dusty cavern floor, their picks stabbing loudly at the rocks. Huge blue Orcs paced the lines of slaves, their menacing red eyes darting along the rows.
“Work faster, you dogs! I want these caves a mile wide by sunset!” the taskmaster snarled in his gruff, fearsome Orcish tongue, cracking his whip loudly. The whip struck no one, but it succeeded in releasing a threatening snap that echoed through the cave and made all the slaves recoil at the all-too-familiar sound.
It was always this way in the caves of Crushbone. Never-ending labor of breaking apart rocks to uncover the bronze that these caverns were rich in. Their masters were always hungry for bronze, but were too selfish to dig up the metal themselves.
Again the whip sounded. This time it struck; a High Elf lady had just collapsed.
“Don’t be a weakling, Elf! Stand up!” the Orc continued to whip her, “Up! Get up! Get—oruc?” he stopped abruptly as a small rock collided with the side of his head. He whirled around, head darting left and right, snarling threateningly. No signs of anyone who could have done it.
A clattering sounded in a chamber deeper in the caverns. The taskmaster growled to the others, who nodded and ran into the chamber to investigate. The taskmaster stayed behind, guarding the slaves and trying to keep them working as they tried to see what was happening in the other room. He was completely oblivious to a figure coming out of the shadows behind him and approaching him stealthily.
CRACK!
The Orc fell to the floor heavily immediately after his neck had broken. The sickening sound had caused all of the slaves to turn and see the figure that had bent down over the dead body and lifted a set of keys off of his belt. It lifted its head and revealed itself to be a young girl.
She was a Wood Elf, probably seventeen years old, but it’s hard to tell with Elves. She was a Ranger most likely, as she carried a beautiful golden bow and wore emerald green armor recognized as that of Trushot Rangers. She carried a long beautiful sword and wore a wooden shield on her back. Blonde hair stuck out neatly under her green coif and a single turquoise ring hung off of one long pointed ear. On one arm she wore a Trushot armband, on the other, a band bearing the same pattern as those that Orc Legionares often wore. One finger on both hands had a small black ring on them.
She went to the collapsed, beaten High Elf and helped her up. The High Elf looked at her. She smiled back, revealing sparkling blue eyes that were filled with youthful energy and mischief and put a finger to her lips, indicating silence. Then she bent down and slipped a tiny silver key into the lock of the shackles around the slave’s ankles. A soft click and the shackle loosened. The Wood Elf pulled it off, then went to free the others.
She could only free three others before the enraged Orcs returned and spotted her.
“It’s that Elf again! Get her!” one of them growled. Another grunted in confirmation and charged toward the Elf. Reflexively she cast a hand in front of her and shouted two words in her own Elvin tongue. Green vines rose out of the ground and wrapped themselves around the Orc’s ankles, causing him to stumble forward and fall on his face. The Wood Elf drew her bow and launched an arrow into the ensnared Orc’s head.
“Get her! Get her!” the lead Orc continued to roar. All the others that were in the cavern began to charge her. She continued to fire arrows, but only one was struck down before one came from behind and brought a heavy blue arm down on her head. She fell, stunned from the blow, and all of the Orcs were upon her.
She recovered from the shock quickly, though, and in a flash she had drawn her sword and swung it once in front of her. None of the Orcs were struck, but they did all jump back. The Woof Elf rose to her feet. The Orcs were ready to attack again, but before they could move she had put two fingers to her lips and let out a long, shrill whistle.
Within seconds, a beautiful gray wolf bounded into the cave, snarling viciously, its white carnivorous teeth shining. It raced toward the mob of Orcs, which scattered almost instantly, but the wolf had pounced on one, and in a mess of snarling and agonized screaming, the Orc was mauled to death.
The battle continued in a blur of blue, gray, and gold. Those that weren’t mauled by the wolf were beheaded or stabbed by the Elf’s brutal sword wielding. Red blood splattered the walls and the sounds of pain and steel on flesh echoed through the caves like a cry in the mountains. In just a few moments, every single Orc slaver in the cavern was dead.
The Wood Elf stabbed her bloodstained sword into the ground and dropped to one knee, panting heavily, Orc blood soaking her armor and face. She turned to the wolf and muttered something to it in Elvish. The wolf circled around the four unshackled slaves, nudging them with its long furry snout, encouraging them to follow it. They complied, and the five of them vanished out of the caves.
The Wood Elf stood up again and lifted her sword up, twirling it gracefully in her hand before sheathing it. She lifted the keys that were hooked to her belt and fidgeted through them, glancing down the rows of slaves. She knew how the Orcs arranged their servants, and none of these keys matched them. They were probably in the pits. And the keys to the others in the caves were probably on another taskmaster.
One side of her said to go after the other taskmasters and get the keys, but she reminded herself that the other Orcs most definitely heard the battle and knew of her presence in Crushbone. Reluctantly she decided it was time to go home. She turned to the other slaves and spoke to them in the common tongue.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll be back.” She turned and exited the caves, blinking as the sunlight shined in her face. She made her way stealthily to the exit of Crushbone and vanished from the city without a trace.
Until next time, when Sunnburst strikes again.
Category: Fanfiction, computer game, Everquest
Rating: PG
Genres: Action/Adventure, Romance, Drama, Fantasy
Summary: A story of revenge, devotion, and forbidden love, staring my character Sunnburst.
Status: Incomplete
Chapter 1
The darkened caverns were lit only by torches that rested along the walls. Rattling chains and the clanging of metal on stone reverberated through the dank halls. The weary, starved Elves and Dwarves knelt on the damp, dusty cavern floor, their picks stabbing loudly at the rocks. Huge blue Orcs paced the lines of slaves, their menacing red eyes darting along the rows.
“Work faster, you dogs! I want these caves a mile wide by sunset!” the taskmaster snarled in his gruff, fearsome Orcish tongue, cracking his whip loudly. The whip struck no one, but it succeeded in releasing a threatening snap that echoed through the cave and made all the slaves recoil at the all-too-familiar sound.
It was always this way in the caves of Crushbone. Never-ending labor of breaking apart rocks to uncover the bronze that these caverns were rich in. Their masters were always hungry for bronze, but were too selfish to dig up the metal themselves.
Again the whip sounded. This time it struck; a High Elf lady had just collapsed.
“Don’t be a weakling, Elf! Stand up!” the Orc continued to whip her, “Up! Get up! Get—oruc?” he stopped abruptly as a small rock collided with the side of his head. He whirled around, head darting left and right, snarling threateningly. No signs of anyone who could have done it.
A clattering sounded in a chamber deeper in the caverns. The taskmaster growled to the others, who nodded and ran into the chamber to investigate. The taskmaster stayed behind, guarding the slaves and trying to keep them working as they tried to see what was happening in the other room. He was completely oblivious to a figure coming out of the shadows behind him and approaching him stealthily.
CRACK!
The Orc fell to the floor heavily immediately after his neck had broken. The sickening sound had caused all of the slaves to turn and see the figure that had bent down over the dead body and lifted a set of keys off of his belt. It lifted its head and revealed itself to be a young girl.
She was a Wood Elf, probably seventeen years old, but it’s hard to tell with Elves. She was a Ranger most likely, as she carried a beautiful golden bow and wore emerald green armor recognized as that of Trushot Rangers. She carried a long beautiful sword and wore a wooden shield on her back. Blonde hair stuck out neatly under her green coif and a single turquoise ring hung off of one long pointed ear. On one arm she wore a Trushot armband, on the other, a band bearing the same pattern as those that Orc Legionares often wore. One finger on both hands had a small black ring on them.
She went to the collapsed, beaten High Elf and helped her up. The High Elf looked at her. She smiled back, revealing sparkling blue eyes that were filled with youthful energy and mischief and put a finger to her lips, indicating silence. Then she bent down and slipped a tiny silver key into the lock of the shackles around the slave’s ankles. A soft click and the shackle loosened. The Wood Elf pulled it off, then went to free the others.
She could only free three others before the enraged Orcs returned and spotted her.
“It’s that Elf again! Get her!” one of them growled. Another grunted in confirmation and charged toward the Elf. Reflexively she cast a hand in front of her and shouted two words in her own Elvin tongue. Green vines rose out of the ground and wrapped themselves around the Orc’s ankles, causing him to stumble forward and fall on his face. The Wood Elf drew her bow and launched an arrow into the ensnared Orc’s head.
“Get her! Get her!” the lead Orc continued to roar. All the others that were in the cavern began to charge her. She continued to fire arrows, but only one was struck down before one came from behind and brought a heavy blue arm down on her head. She fell, stunned from the blow, and all of the Orcs were upon her.
She recovered from the shock quickly, though, and in a flash she had drawn her sword and swung it once in front of her. None of the Orcs were struck, but they did all jump back. The Woof Elf rose to her feet. The Orcs were ready to attack again, but before they could move she had put two fingers to her lips and let out a long, shrill whistle.
Within seconds, a beautiful gray wolf bounded into the cave, snarling viciously, its white carnivorous teeth shining. It raced toward the mob of Orcs, which scattered almost instantly, but the wolf had pounced on one, and in a mess of snarling and agonized screaming, the Orc was mauled to death.
The battle continued in a blur of blue, gray, and gold. Those that weren’t mauled by the wolf were beheaded or stabbed by the Elf’s brutal sword wielding. Red blood splattered the walls and the sounds of pain and steel on flesh echoed through the caves like a cry in the mountains. In just a few moments, every single Orc slaver in the cavern was dead.
The Wood Elf stabbed her bloodstained sword into the ground and dropped to one knee, panting heavily, Orc blood soaking her armor and face. She turned to the wolf and muttered something to it in Elvish. The wolf circled around the four unshackled slaves, nudging them with its long furry snout, encouraging them to follow it. They complied, and the five of them vanished out of the caves.
The Wood Elf stood up again and lifted her sword up, twirling it gracefully in her hand before sheathing it. She lifted the keys that were hooked to her belt and fidgeted through them, glancing down the rows of slaves. She knew how the Orcs arranged their servants, and none of these keys matched them. They were probably in the pits. And the keys to the others in the caves were probably on another taskmaster.
One side of her said to go after the other taskmasters and get the keys, but she reminded herself that the other Orcs most definitely heard the battle and knew of her presence in Crushbone. Reluctantly she decided it was time to go home. She turned to the other slaves and spoke to them in the common tongue.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’ll be back.” She turned and exited the caves, blinking as the sunlight shined in her face. She made her way stealthily to the exit of Crushbone and vanished from the city without a trace.
Until next time, when Sunnburst strikes again.
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