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Chance 4 "Hero of the North"
xydsxlegend
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Hello Gamers,
Note: I have to rise the money. This thread might be close. I am not sure if we are allow to post thread in this such, pm 4 info
I am starting this thread for a chance to win a Hero of the North. I would like to give someone a Hero of the North. There are many people, who can't afford this Founder Packs. I would like to get this done before Founder Packs are gone.
1. Respect Others
2. No bad language
3. Have fun
Link 2 PM
Note: I have to rise the money. This thread might be close. I am not sure if we are allow to post thread in this such, pm 4 info
I am starting this thread for a chance to win a Hero of the North. I would like to give someone a Hero of the North. There are many people, who can't afford this Founder Packs. I would like to get this done before Founder Packs are gone.
Rules
1. Respect Others
2. No bad language
3. Have fun
Contest
You enter my submitting a short story about a character in the Neverwinter Universe. This short story can be anything you like about this character. Submitting a screenshot of the character give you better chance of winning. By the way, 1 screenshot pre player or you can draw the character. I am going for a week long contest; however, there might be another week.(May 14-21, 2013 OR May 14-28, 2013) Like I said before I need to rise the money.
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Founder Pack(Hero of the North)Link 2 PM
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by Profesor Legend
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Zarkhes Einarr
The One Warrior.The Battle Leader.Einarr.
Can a simple name rule mens life?Does a single word have power to shape his mind, his action and even his destiny?
There was a time when he believed otherwise.But how could he make a diference?Not with a such name.And definitely not on Moonshae Isles.
Raised as a true Northlander on Norland, his youth filled with blood, violence and death.Taught to be strong, bold but also valorous.When others are given their first toys, he inherited his fathers sword.Great things was expected from Zarkhes, and since never tasted another way to live, he was eager to prove himself.
Hardened by years of countless raids, battles, or just taverns fight to pass time, Zarkhes surpassed all and every anticipation and remain true to his virtue.And Tempus was in favor.Mighty to crush his opponents, yet clever enough to navigate trough the Sea of Swords, never defeated until that cursed day.After a potent raids on lands of the Ffolk, he was in charge of trading the loot in far city caled Neverwinter.Offended by doing merchant work, he quickly gathered his crew and set sail.The last thing from trip he remember is scream of his men, mighty cry of dracolich and a sound of waves as he was washed upon a shore along with pieces of his own ship.
Ashamed, knowing that loss of his fellow warriors and cargo would bring him only mockery and dishonor in his homeland, he cant return.Not now.Not like this.
Raised from childhood by his mother, Fiora, after his father went to war. Barely 4 years old, but he still remembers the day he left. His father told him not to cry, apparently real men don't cry. Edward sucked it up, huddled between his mothers skirt and arms and still cried, somewhat ashamed and not fully comprehensive of what was happening that day.
His father smirked, wiping the tears of his face. "He's your son alright", he said to Fiora. Fiora had seen him leave more often than not, since war was his life. Duty was a small part of it, it seemed that he actually loved the action, the tension and the ability to dismantle someone with a single swing. She sighed, "you're a good man, not a good husband". Brallus smiled and kissed her goodbye. "I'll see you when this is over sweetlove". As Brallus walked away, mists swirled around him, almost concealing him in seconds.
Fiora knew this wasn't a typical war though; strange reports had come from the north the past couple of spans. Almost blackday, where the moon would disappear for a full month and the night engulfed in pure black. For the first time in years she found herself worrying, she was usually right about her feelings, call it intuition.
Edward seemed suddenly tense, noticing her worries. He was a peculiar child, always staying away from crowds and busy streets. He didn’t like playing with friends, who were always rampaging and doing nothing good on the streets. He didn’t at all seem like his father, who she’d known since they were 4 years old. Still, the boy had something special; she just couldn’t put her finger on what it was.
She walked back into her house with her businesslike step, always looking to do something to keep the family going if Brallus was gone. Edward, still crying, asked his mother. “Mom, when will dad come back?”. Fiora laughed. “He only just left honey, he’ll be back before you know it, though you have to be patient, you know how he is”. Edward didn’t like the tone she had in her voice. Though young, he could always notice if she had something else on her mind and wasn’t entirely speaking the truth, she’s all he’d known for the most part of his life”.
Months passed while reports flooded in from the north. Things had looked badly; their faction had taken a lot of casualties. There was no sign of Brallus or his other company-men. They had ventured further than the other troops, mostly exploring what was happening. Several span later they got word, Brallus was dead. Of the 10.000 venturing troops, only 200 came back, delivering a message to the king. The soldiers that came back bore a message on their backs, carved into their dead friends. While the content had been known to Edward he forced himself to forget it, buried in grief. Fiora didn’t take the news kindly, she was heartbroken.
Sitting at a stream, she didn’t seem much like the mother he remembered, Edward was thinking at the age of 21. A lot had changed since that time, being at constant war. Everybody had to pitch in, defending the last bits of Neverwinter they could. While the enemies didn’t pressure the castle, the flow of food and trade had been going down substantially. Nobody dared to venture out of the city and much of the former army had been destroyed.
After 16,5 years of being at war and suppressed, nobody seemed to care anymore, everybody just seemed numb. Edward had changed substantially though, he’d grown in muscles and height and was bigger than everyone he knew. He had picked up skills in weaponry and fighting when he turned 8, right after town-folk tried to steal the crops from his mother and he could do nothing but watch helplessly. Fiora had looked at him at that time. “You’re NOTHING like the man your father was”. She’d immediately regret what she’d said and felt remorse for months, but the damage had been done. Edward knew he could never walk in his father’s footsteps but he the least he could do was try.
He’d join the resistance, consisting of mostly old men and a few people that were his age. The commander, Kingsley, a 48 year old weathered veteran that was one of the lucky 200 was a tough man. He’d train them 10 hours a day if he could, mostly underground. They knew spies of the suppressor were walking in the city so they had to keep their small army a secret. With little money they had, the gear they used was barely usable. It offered great training though. “EDWARD” Danes roared. “We NEED you now, Gregury has killed someone trespassing”. It wasn’t like Danes to yell like that, this had to be important. The body had showed no overt wounds and lay still where they found it.
“What has Gregury done this time, sir?” he asked. Kingsley turned back, smiling. “Think he started the war for real now, that lad. Nothing comes good by killing a spy oi?”.
Edward reached out, touching the face of the man. He could’ve sworn the man’s features were changing, faster than the dead he’d seen before. “Wheres Gregur”? He asked. Kingsley paused. “He wandered off, obviously sick”.
Edward went outside. The sun was going down and soon the night would fall upon them. Years ago, when the attacks came, they always came at night. Vaguely he heard Kingsley yelling people to put on armor and grow a pair of nuts, tonight might be it.
He should start a kickstarter! rofl
Aww
ps, let me know if the thread is allowed!
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A wizard's quest to save himself, and his companions
No clue. I always love to write short stories and this gave me a good opportunity. The line about "I know that people can't afford it so I'll give it, through donations" sounds a bit odd though.
Heh, I didn't mind though, I appreciate your contest.
Anyways, is only one story submittable? I wrote that one in 20 minutes, quite sure I can do better