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Nomad - Book One: War » Arcs » The beginning

The group begins their adventures

As written by: Talisman, Something?


2 pieces and 1 characters involved, written by 2 different authors.

1 places involved




So begins...

The beginning


NomadSetting: Nomad


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*Knock Knock KnocK*

"Yes, please, come in."

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, how are things?"

"Calm enough, considering we are surrounded. There are murmurs, tension in the air. The men are uncomfortable."

"Well, it is to be expected in a situation such as this. How about your men, how are they?"

"Ready. Always."

"How about you?"

."Minerva hardens my heart for whatever is to come. I'll weather the storm sir, don't worry."

"Venom Green"

"Pistachio Green"

"Brass"

"It's a blue color, I dunno."

"It is to be a long night, and even longer war. You will need what strength you and your men can muster. Gods help us, we all will. Tell the officers and gather the soldiers. Tell them to convene in the square. If we are to survive this, we must first survive the night."

"Yes sir."

Gwendolyn: (It's magenta-ish)
Lohengrin: (dark red)
Theon: (medium aquamarine, apparently)
Percy: (Less smart ass, more dark green.)
Vivi: (Sienna/dull orange)
Mordecai: (This is a slate grey.)
Kethyrian: (dark purple)
Sven (Grumpy Cat): (Burlywood? Off-tan brown)
Dio: (Lightish purple)





Flat plains stretched out as far as the eye could see. Two army's faced each other down from either side. To the western army metal ground upon metal, rattling of steel and wood echoed. An Orc General stood in forefront of the West March Expeditionary force, battleaxe in hand, glaring across the field to where those of Fera's promised did the same. He grunted, and spit to the ground, disgusted by the army in front of him. He violently jerked around to face his own army.

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The Orc's name was Strom Bloodaxe. The general of the Expeditionary force, and the one who issued the orders on the battlefield. He was tall, rivaling even the Lizardfolk. Scars were a common place on his exposed chest and arms, while battered shoulder pads and boots gave the look of years of battle. Perhaps the most intimidating feature was the scar tearing horizontally across his face and over the bridge of his nose.


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Roars. Shouts. Battlecries. Metal rattling. Clashes of swords and shields. These were the only things Nayala could hear and she had a hard time concentrating. She was at the rear of the force as her bow and arrow would do little on the front. 'They die so fast...' she thought and tried to get rid of the feeling in her stomach. The adrenaline in her blood made it difficult to aim, so instead she fired an arror into the air, directed at the rear of the enemy forces. A Drow next to her caught an arrow in the chest and a Dwarf in front caught one in the shoulder, but continued to charge. A person next to him, a woman, cut down one man. Another one. "Get moving!" Nayala hissed under hear breath and forced herself to move forward. One deep breath. Another one. Finally the feeling in her stomach disappeared and her heartbeat slowed down. Nayala put an arrow on her bow, pulled the string back, aimed and fired. It dug into the neck of an enemy not ten feet away from the General. Rushing forwards to avoid being shot, she ran past her fallen brothers in arms and cursed the battlefield for not providing cover of any kind. Now dangerously close to the frontline and forced to pull her shortsword, Nayala cut down a person in front of her without noticing who it was. What race. What gender. Nothing ran through her head but the fact that she had to survive.

"Watch out!". Her head barely turned, as she was made aware of the lizard man approaching with a wild expression on his face, and a raised warhammer as big as herself. Nailed to the ground unable to move, she put her hands in front of her entirely out of reflex. 'This is it...' were the only words running through her head as she closed her eyes. But the only thing she felt was a few drops landing on her smooth skin. Someone had saved her by cutting down this giant, and he was now lying in a puddle in front of her. "Get up!" Nayala said to herself. She couldn't let anyone know that she was unfamiliar with this kind of battlefield. It was embarrassing and she hoped so much that no one had seen, except for the one that had cut her assailant down. Nayala got back on her feet, completely oblivious to the fact that someone had just saved her life. Taking a few steps back and regaining her orientation, her arm raised again and another arrow was let loose upon her enemies. 'Get your bearings Naya' she thought. She really was knew at this and it felt a lot less like home.