The Price of Power
Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 2:25 pm
Heej all,
I've just started writing little story's, and I like it. As i've been writing for 4 days now, I think I could improve alot. Therefore I wrote a little story, and hope you like it and have comments to make me write better storys, so I will post those, and then you will comment, and I will write... You get the idea .
Here's the story:
The waves crashed at the bow of the Seasprite and the rain whipped it's deck when the lights of the Norse village came in sight.
'Sir, sir, the village is at attacking distance.' Dakreh, his Reaver, said.
'I know, I have eyes too.' Karth replied. 'Set course to the south of the village, where we can land unseen!' he shouted.
'We will land on the shore south to the village. Then you and twenty of your men will go to the northeast gate. Make sure you aren't seen. When you are in the forests next to the gate, make sure most villagers come your way, but don't alarm them of an attack. I don't care how you do it, but you better succeed if you value yous life and soul.' he said to Dakreh.
Then he turned to Nageth, his Herald. 'You will land too, and ride around the village. Take your unit with you, you will need it. When you notice the villagers going to the southeast gate, you will dismount, and send your horses to the shore. This will distract any guards that are left. Finish them, but make sure they don't raise the alarm. I reccommend crossbows. You will scale the walls, and hide near the gate.'
Then to both of them: 'I will attack at the harbor with the main force. If you hear that, Dakreh will attack once the villaggers are mostly gone at the northeast gate. Nageth will guard any villagers that try to escape through the little gate at the northwest side. Go inform your units about the plan of attack.'
Walking towards Kereth, his Bloodshade, he said 'You and you Shades will get to land too, and look for any hunting parties that are on their way back. If the Corsairs and Dark Riders did heir job, you will fire a burning arrow towards the ship to notifie us. After that, your Shades will guard the northwest gate for fleeing villagers. You will go and look for their chieftain. If you see him, use this poison.' He gave him a small bottle. 'It will knock him out for a few hours. That should be enough to get him aboard the ship and in a cage.'
Then he turned to the whole ship, and with forceful voice called 'If anyone of you sees an old shaman, bring him to me. Don't underestimate him becouse he is old. He's been around for enough to learn how to fight! Now, prepare for landing!'
When the ship landed, a few miles south of the village, you could see a group of Corsairs, some Dark Riders and a party of Shades making their way into the forest. When the ship left, they all had disappeared into the forest.
Dakreh thought about what he would have to do to get attention of the village without warning them a attack was coming. A fire? Impossible, it had been raining for two days now. Threaten one of the villagers to make a scene? Too risky, and he needed something to impress his lord. He needed to be promoted fast now if he valued his life. As they came near the village, he ordered two of his men to follow him, and the rest to stay where they were, and attack by the plan. As he lay in the bushes, using his dark green Sea Dragon Cloak as camouflage, he sank deep into the mud. He didn't mind, the only good thing about this Khaineforsaken place was that the rain would wash away any mud and blood that was left after their attack. Then he got an idea. Stuffing leafs and grass between the plates of his armour to kill any noise, he explained his plan to the two Corsairs next to him.
Riding fast and silent, Nageth thought about how he would accomplish his part of the mission. Reaching the edge of the forest he saw the walls where about nine feet high, and made out of logs, covered in clay, he decided scaling wouldn't be the problem. He would wait until he saw the villagers moving to Dakreh and his Corsairs.
Climbing up the steep rocks to the next plateau, Kereth thought about this chieftain he had to immobilise. If Karth needed him paralised, it must be a strong warrior. But now he had to concentrate on killing any hunting party's. A moderately difficult task, becouse they most likely would be silent and armed with bows. But it where just pitiful humans, so it shouldn't prove a problem. Then he heard the sound of a raven, the sign that someone had spotted humans. When he looked the way that the Shade pointed, he saw five humans, who carried a creature that best could be left unknown. It was one mass of fur, talon, and claw. He also saw that the Norse didn't hunt with bows, but with throwing axes and clubs. How primitive. With a gesture of his hand, he sent three Shades to the other side of the trail. When the Norse where just in between them, they unleashed a hail of bolts, and after a few seconds only one Norse was alive, sitting on his knees, with a bolt sticking in his tigh, and another one in his stomach. Kereth slowly walked towards him, and in one fluid motion shot a bolt in his forehead and kicked him on the chest.
Karth sat behind his desk, thinking about this raid. It wasn't a raid as any other. It would be far more.... profitable.
He thought about this Chaos Sorceror he had heard about. He had heard it was an old man, not as strong and skilled with magic as he used to be, but still worth heaps of money on the slave markets. Together with all those Norse he would catch, he guessed this would earn him money for another boat, and maybe even some mercenary's on a long-term contract. But first he would have to capture the Sorcerer alive, and his plan had to work.
A knock on the door.
'Come in!' he said. One of his Corsairs came in. Along with him, he dragged a bound Norseman. The Norse was bruised, but he didn't look dead at all. The corsair had trouble controlling him.
'We found this one in a boat. He was fishing with one of his friends.
'Where is the friend?' Karth asked.
'He got hit by the bolt we used to sink their boat. From the amount of blood in the water, we assume him dead sir.' the Corsair replied.
'Good. Try and get any information from him you can get. If he is still of any use after that, he is yours. You may keep him, but I would sell him to the Mines.'
'Thank you sir' the Corsair said. He left, dragging the slave, who hadn't ceased struggling, with him.
Karth's thoughts drifted off to his previous encounters with Norsemen. They where fiece fighters, and most times they had a impressing chieftain, but once he was defeated, they where leaderless, and would just as likely attack each other as they would attack their enemies. That, and their endurance in the Mines, made them valuable stock on the slave market.
Shouts on the deck made him awake from his thoughts. They would hide in the eternal mist around the cliffs that where so characterising for the northern shore around the Sea of Claws.
Dakreh silentky walked to the part of the wall where the clay was nearly washed away by the constantly pouring rain. you could see the logs that kept the wal up and that lended it it's strength. Crouching up the hill on what the village was built, he walked past the wall, untill he stood right under the shelter where the watchmen stood. Pushing away the last clay that covered the ropes around the logs, he loosend a few of the fleshhooks that hung from his belt, and hung them around the rope. testing their sharpness by pulling a little, he saw them biting into the rope and was satisfied. He pulled a thread from his Khaitan, and attached it to his fleshhook. He then grabbed a piece of rope, normally used for binding slaves, to this thread. Crouching back to the forest, he saw his two Corsairs doing the same. Good. When they where all back in the forest, he gestured them to pull the ropes.
The wall came down with a loud, screeching sound, and shouts of surprise and confusion could be heard all around.
Kereth was sitting on the edge of the plateau, making a trophy out of one of the fangs of the beast, when he heard rather than saw, the wall collapsing. Grabbing his crossbow, he bound a pluck of grass on one of his bolts, lit it in the fire his shades had made, and shot towards where he knew the ship to be. He then began making his way down the cliff.
'You will guard the gate, to prevent anyone going in or out. I have my own matters to take care of'
With that, he left to search for the chieftain.
When Nageth heard the wall collapsing, he sprang up. He saw nearly everyone running to the other side of the village, and made a mental note to not metion this to Karth. He explained his unit what to do, and hit his horse hard on the behind. The horses galloped away, and the now dismounted Dark Riders crouched to the wall.
The last two guards where very surprised to see a flock of purebreed black horses running to the shore, and walked on the rampard intercept the horses. They never made it. When they walked out of their shelter, the last thing they heard was the dull 'thud' of a bolt digging itself in their chests. The Dark Riders quickly climbed up the wall, and scanned everything for any other Norse. Nobody. They throwed the corpses in the shelter, and settled themself on the roof of what looked like a wooden house. The rain had nearly stopped.
Karth's armour was being put on by a slave when a Corsair, one with a scar and a missing eye, came in to tell that the arrow was spotted. Karth fastened his belt with longsword, but left his helmet in the cabin. I'd rather see it when some Norse is thying to hit me with an axe. He thought. Just before he left the cabin, he grabbed the amulet he had stolen in his days as Reaver and hung it around his neck. Even though he didn't know how or if it worked, he felt comfortable with it. Stepping on the deck, he saw everyone preparing themselves for combat. Some sent a quick prayer to Khaine, some flexed their arms to warm them up, some checked every possible piece of their armour. He saw some of his mercenary's, fighting for the thrill of it or for the loot, talking to each other, he saw the milita of his house preparing their crossbows and swords, he even saw one Corsair just sitting there and eating. He thought about the Shaman in the village. Today much blood would be shed, but it would be human, not Elf.
So, any critics? I know my English isn't the best, working on it. (I'm 14...)
Tijminator
P.S. Does anyone have a better title? Becouse I think that there should be something better than 'The Raid'
EDIT: hmm, layou doesn't seem to work in posts...[/i]
I've just started writing little story's, and I like it. As i've been writing for 4 days now, I think I could improve alot. Therefore I wrote a little story, and hope you like it and have comments to make me write better storys, so I will post those, and then you will comment, and I will write... You get the idea .
Here's the story:
The waves crashed at the bow of the Seasprite and the rain whipped it's deck when the lights of the Norse village came in sight.
'Sir, sir, the village is at attacking distance.' Dakreh, his Reaver, said.
'I know, I have eyes too.' Karth replied. 'Set course to the south of the village, where we can land unseen!' he shouted.
'We will land on the shore south to the village. Then you and twenty of your men will go to the northeast gate. Make sure you aren't seen. When you are in the forests next to the gate, make sure most villagers come your way, but don't alarm them of an attack. I don't care how you do it, but you better succeed if you value yous life and soul.' he said to Dakreh.
Then he turned to Nageth, his Herald. 'You will land too, and ride around the village. Take your unit with you, you will need it. When you notice the villagers going to the southeast gate, you will dismount, and send your horses to the shore. This will distract any guards that are left. Finish them, but make sure they don't raise the alarm. I reccommend crossbows. You will scale the walls, and hide near the gate.'
Then to both of them: 'I will attack at the harbor with the main force. If you hear that, Dakreh will attack once the villaggers are mostly gone at the northeast gate. Nageth will guard any villagers that try to escape through the little gate at the northwest side. Go inform your units about the plan of attack.'
Walking towards Kereth, his Bloodshade, he said 'You and you Shades will get to land too, and look for any hunting parties that are on their way back. If the Corsairs and Dark Riders did heir job, you will fire a burning arrow towards the ship to notifie us. After that, your Shades will guard the northwest gate for fleeing villagers. You will go and look for their chieftain. If you see him, use this poison.' He gave him a small bottle. 'It will knock him out for a few hours. That should be enough to get him aboard the ship and in a cage.'
Then he turned to the whole ship, and with forceful voice called 'If anyone of you sees an old shaman, bring him to me. Don't underestimate him becouse he is old. He's been around for enough to learn how to fight! Now, prepare for landing!'
When the ship landed, a few miles south of the village, you could see a group of Corsairs, some Dark Riders and a party of Shades making their way into the forest. When the ship left, they all had disappeared into the forest.
Dakreh thought about what he would have to do to get attention of the village without warning them a attack was coming. A fire? Impossible, it had been raining for two days now. Threaten one of the villagers to make a scene? Too risky, and he needed something to impress his lord. He needed to be promoted fast now if he valued his life. As they came near the village, he ordered two of his men to follow him, and the rest to stay where they were, and attack by the plan. As he lay in the bushes, using his dark green Sea Dragon Cloak as camouflage, he sank deep into the mud. He didn't mind, the only good thing about this Khaineforsaken place was that the rain would wash away any mud and blood that was left after their attack. Then he got an idea. Stuffing leafs and grass between the plates of his armour to kill any noise, he explained his plan to the two Corsairs next to him.
Riding fast and silent, Nageth thought about how he would accomplish his part of the mission. Reaching the edge of the forest he saw the walls where about nine feet high, and made out of logs, covered in clay, he decided scaling wouldn't be the problem. He would wait until he saw the villagers moving to Dakreh and his Corsairs.
Climbing up the steep rocks to the next plateau, Kereth thought about this chieftain he had to immobilise. If Karth needed him paralised, it must be a strong warrior. But now he had to concentrate on killing any hunting party's. A moderately difficult task, becouse they most likely would be silent and armed with bows. But it where just pitiful humans, so it shouldn't prove a problem. Then he heard the sound of a raven, the sign that someone had spotted humans. When he looked the way that the Shade pointed, he saw five humans, who carried a creature that best could be left unknown. It was one mass of fur, talon, and claw. He also saw that the Norse didn't hunt with bows, but with throwing axes and clubs. How primitive. With a gesture of his hand, he sent three Shades to the other side of the trail. When the Norse where just in between them, they unleashed a hail of bolts, and after a few seconds only one Norse was alive, sitting on his knees, with a bolt sticking in his tigh, and another one in his stomach. Kereth slowly walked towards him, and in one fluid motion shot a bolt in his forehead and kicked him on the chest.
Karth sat behind his desk, thinking about this raid. It wasn't a raid as any other. It would be far more.... profitable.
He thought about this Chaos Sorceror he had heard about. He had heard it was an old man, not as strong and skilled with magic as he used to be, but still worth heaps of money on the slave markets. Together with all those Norse he would catch, he guessed this would earn him money for another boat, and maybe even some mercenary's on a long-term contract. But first he would have to capture the Sorcerer alive, and his plan had to work.
A knock on the door.
'Come in!' he said. One of his Corsairs came in. Along with him, he dragged a bound Norseman. The Norse was bruised, but he didn't look dead at all. The corsair had trouble controlling him.
'We found this one in a boat. He was fishing with one of his friends.
'Where is the friend?' Karth asked.
'He got hit by the bolt we used to sink their boat. From the amount of blood in the water, we assume him dead sir.' the Corsair replied.
'Good. Try and get any information from him you can get. If he is still of any use after that, he is yours. You may keep him, but I would sell him to the Mines.'
'Thank you sir' the Corsair said. He left, dragging the slave, who hadn't ceased struggling, with him.
Karth's thoughts drifted off to his previous encounters with Norsemen. They where fiece fighters, and most times they had a impressing chieftain, but once he was defeated, they where leaderless, and would just as likely attack each other as they would attack their enemies. That, and their endurance in the Mines, made them valuable stock on the slave market.
Shouts on the deck made him awake from his thoughts. They would hide in the eternal mist around the cliffs that where so characterising for the northern shore around the Sea of Claws.
Dakreh silentky walked to the part of the wall where the clay was nearly washed away by the constantly pouring rain. you could see the logs that kept the wal up and that lended it it's strength. Crouching up the hill on what the village was built, he walked past the wall, untill he stood right under the shelter where the watchmen stood. Pushing away the last clay that covered the ropes around the logs, he loosend a few of the fleshhooks that hung from his belt, and hung them around the rope. testing their sharpness by pulling a little, he saw them biting into the rope and was satisfied. He pulled a thread from his Khaitan, and attached it to his fleshhook. He then grabbed a piece of rope, normally used for binding slaves, to this thread. Crouching back to the forest, he saw his two Corsairs doing the same. Good. When they where all back in the forest, he gestured them to pull the ropes.
The wall came down with a loud, screeching sound, and shouts of surprise and confusion could be heard all around.
Kereth was sitting on the edge of the plateau, making a trophy out of one of the fangs of the beast, when he heard rather than saw, the wall collapsing. Grabbing his crossbow, he bound a pluck of grass on one of his bolts, lit it in the fire his shades had made, and shot towards where he knew the ship to be. He then began making his way down the cliff.
'You will guard the gate, to prevent anyone going in or out. I have my own matters to take care of'
With that, he left to search for the chieftain.
When Nageth heard the wall collapsing, he sprang up. He saw nearly everyone running to the other side of the village, and made a mental note to not metion this to Karth. He explained his unit what to do, and hit his horse hard on the behind. The horses galloped away, and the now dismounted Dark Riders crouched to the wall.
The last two guards where very surprised to see a flock of purebreed black horses running to the shore, and walked on the rampard intercept the horses. They never made it. When they walked out of their shelter, the last thing they heard was the dull 'thud' of a bolt digging itself in their chests. The Dark Riders quickly climbed up the wall, and scanned everything for any other Norse. Nobody. They throwed the corpses in the shelter, and settled themself on the roof of what looked like a wooden house. The rain had nearly stopped.
Karth's armour was being put on by a slave when a Corsair, one with a scar and a missing eye, came in to tell that the arrow was spotted. Karth fastened his belt with longsword, but left his helmet in the cabin. I'd rather see it when some Norse is thying to hit me with an axe. He thought. Just before he left the cabin, he grabbed the amulet he had stolen in his days as Reaver and hung it around his neck. Even though he didn't know how or if it worked, he felt comfortable with it. Stepping on the deck, he saw everyone preparing themselves for combat. Some sent a quick prayer to Khaine, some flexed their arms to warm them up, some checked every possible piece of their armour. He saw some of his mercenary's, fighting for the thrill of it or for the loot, talking to each other, he saw the milita of his house preparing their crossbows and swords, he even saw one Corsair just sitting there and eating. He thought about the Shaman in the village. Today much blood would be shed, but it would be human, not Elf.
So, any critics? I know my English isn't the best, working on it. (I'm 14...)
Tijminator
P.S. Does anyone have a better title? Becouse I think that there should be something better than 'The Raid'
EDIT: hmm, layou doesn't seem to work in posts...[/i]