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[war_angel]

Alastor crawled through the undergrowth, his hood up and his face covered. He crawled up to a tree, slowly stood up and proceeded to climb; he got about 5 metres up when he spotted it, the wild boar he had seen earlier. He quickly pulled a javelin from his back, pulling his arm back, he poised the weapon, the point positioned right over the boars neck. Then, with a sharp movement of his arm the javelin was sent hurling through the air.
It struck the boar in its torso, not exactly what he had aimed for but still a fatal shot. The boar writhed on the ground, squealing in pain, and Alastor leapt from the tree to claim his bounty. He placed one foot on the boars neck and pulled out his javelin, before proceeding to push his foot down to the ground to break the creatures neck. With a quick crack, the boar was motionless. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and wiped the blood from his javelin, before replacing it on his back. Alastor pulled the mask down from his face, bent down and picked up the boar, then turned and proceeded to walk home.

He walked into the small gathering of make shift houses and tents he called home.
"Alastor!" came a call from behind him, Alistor turned to see his childhood friend Heiros walking towards him,
"Have you heard the news?!" said Heiros enthusiastically
"What is it, Heiros?" replied Alastor.
"The war its starting! We're gonna go fight, you wanna join us?"
"Hell yeah!" said Alastor, brandishing the boar in the air,
"Time for some real hunting, i'll go get my stuff"

((just a random bit to get into the whole war thing))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 30 January 2008 - 07:23 PM.
Wow, that was the longest sentece I have ever read! ^^

[Vortigern]

"Alastor!" sounded a voice, and the young hunter looked around guiltily, recognising the voice. It was Pelean, the Sheltya who led the acolytes at Pendria Grove, the Sacred Grove less than five miles distant. "Enthusiasm for bloodshed does not become you." Alastor shifted uncomfortably; he had never felt at ease when faced by one of the mystics. He always got the distinct feeling that they always knew exactly what you meant, whatever you said, almost that they could see right through you.

"I'll live," he replied, somewhat foolishly. The Sheltya sighed.

"Life itself is a constant, Alastor. Your life, however, could end at any moment. You must remember that always." Pelean looked at the boar on the ground briefly. "A poor shot, young man. You have speared the part which renders the most meat, and much of that will be spoiled by the javelin. You will need to practice if you are to last long in battle."

"What would you know about battle, Pelean Sheltya?" demanded Alastor, his manner peremptory.

"Nearly as much as you think you do." There came a chuckle from behind Pelean. "I wouldn't say you're any better, Heiros. Both of you have slain men, which is a terrible thing. And not just men, but Arcadynes. Your own people." Pelean sighed again, sadly this time. The world would never learn.

"There is a war happening. This is not a situation for joy. The lands of our brothers, the Aldui, have been overrun by the Empire of Forges. They seek to destroy what they perceive as a threat to their safety, and now we must stop them. This is a call for duty and honour, not for childish pranks and tomfoolery. People will die, Alastor. Pray that you are not one of them." Alastor looked suitably humbled, so Pelean decided to give him some words of encouragement before letting him go on his way. "You are a good shot with your javelins, though we criticise you. Do not take it to heart, but learn from it nonetheless. I do not condone violence of any form, but you must do what needs to be done to save our people and our land from the jaws of the Empire. Go with my blessing, child."

Edited by Vortigern, 30 January 2008 - 07:57 PM.

[war_angel]

"Thank you." Alastor bowed his head, and Pelean turned and walked away.
"Well, get your stuff then!" said Heiros in that excited voice he always did, "We've got a bit of a journey to do."
Alastor went into his tent, gathering the essentials and stuffing them into his backpack; a few spare clothes, food, water, sleeping roll...Alastor pulled away a sheet, to reveal a wooden box. Opening it, he saw inside a sword in a sheath. He picked it up; it was the perfect weight for him. He pulled it out of the sheath to look at it. It was a darkened steel blade, with an ornate engraving on the side. It had been given to his father many years ago by the king, and now passed down to Alastor.
"I fight for you," he whispered to himself, and attached the sheath to his belt, fixed the straps on his bag, slung it on his back and walked out of his home.
"Lets go."

((oh by the way, can i have a horse to ride on to where ever it is i need to go? or do i have to walk?))

((FZEDIT: You're gonna need to walk unless you own a horse beforehand, sorry. Or you could just write about buying one. Not that it really matters though, seeing as you can skip time wantonly when you have your own thread.))

((Vortigern: EDIT: As you're a Trivante, the only sort of horse you'll likely get is a little forest pony anyway. Most of your people use them for pulling carts and carrying things, not for riding. But yeah, if you want one of them, feel free to get yourself one at some point.))

Edited by Vortigern, 03 February 2008 - 08:56 PM.
Grammar and things ^^