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I might become a writer (for a living) not related to dota

Posted on Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:42 pm

Ive started this book and i want to noe if ya like wat i got.

_~* Cail’s Story*~_

Long ago in a forgotten realm of magic and mystery, lived an evil warlord of filth and dishonor. His name was Garvidor; he ruled the country of Carne. Carne was a war ridden country. People there were either warriors, blacksmiths, slaves or beggars. Few farmers would dare enter there, fewer nobles would even think of it. But evil was stirring there; the great clans were starting to band together and were ready to leave to conquer the rest of the continent.
But before all of that there once was a noble man named Roth. He was a paladin of the order of the silver hand. He was second to the royal Kade, leader of the paladins when at war. Roth had a friend who was close to him and his family his name was Maledict. Maledict wasn’t the luckiest of fellows in fact he was almost as good of a solider as Roth but Maledict didn’t get the luck of impressing Kade, unlike Roth who had been practicing against Maledict when Kade walked by and saw how Roth defeated Maledict and praised Roth while Maledict walked away angry. But later when Roth
Became second to Kade, called high paladin, he worked it so Maledict would be in a better position.
But that all changed after one fateful day.
Roth had gone to battle against a growing threat of orc’s in the east they had gotten bold and would attack in broad day light. Leave a few survivors to tell the tale. Nothing big. So Roth went out leaving his wife and only son Cail, who was only two months old. Maledict was to stay with Kade and make sure that the Orcs didn’t sneak attack any villages near the silver hand castle in the south.
So one day Maledict returned from the front early and stopped by Roth’s house to see if any word had come from Roth. He knocked and no answer so he left. Later that day he knocked again, no answer. So then next day angry that Cynthia, Roth’s wife, was ignoring him he knocked harder and longer, this time and answer. “Hey Male.” That’s what the village called him, Male. “Greetings, any word from Roth?”
“None”
“Well then, good bye I’ll see you later.” So he left. He would visit day after day looking for word. A couple of times he would eat dinner with them, his only luck in life was that he could cook. Or take Cail to see the parades that would occur. Roth would write a lot, but in came in clumps sometimes it would take a month and Cynthia would get ten letters or one day and get only one letter. One late night Roth was on his way home. It was a surprise he told Cynthia that he would be home later that week. As he stepped up to his house he heard a scream then “Come back here women!” Roth threw open the door and ran inside sword drawn. As he came into his bedroom he saw Cynthia holding Cail with her throat cut. “Who did this?” Roth said crying softly holding her hand. “Ma—’’ was all she said. “Nooo!” Screamed Roth still holding her hand.
Roth cried for almost three days straight. People came and went, only Kade stayed for a while. “Roth you must feed your child.” Kade would say. “My wife was the one who took care of that.” Roth would sniff. Cail never once cried, he was always smiling and happy.
Soon Roth disappeared taking with him Cail who he trained every day to avenge his mother. At the age of Five Cail could hold a sword that was as big as him, could string up a bow and shoot it, although not the most accurate. By the age of nine he would practice the sword every day and could ride a horse better than most.
Cail was eighteen when entered his first test of skill.
_~*Chapter One*~_

“Announcing the royal participants!” a stout man practically yelled out. As he rattled off the names Roth was preparing Cail for the tournament “Cail listen to me boy when you joust keep your eyes your opponent’s neck at all times.”Roth huffed, Roth was an older man now, but he could still hold his own. “And when you see them tilt up so they guard their eyes, strike!” he said with a flourish of his hand for emphasis. “Yes sir” is all Cail said. “Cail of Del’Mond” Cail’s muscles tightened and said “Okay, I’m ready.”
His first challenge was swordsmanship. His opponent was a man from Kajor named Boris “well boy are you ready to see a true swordsman” he taunted.
“Sure go find him.” Cail replies, making everyone laugh.
“You’re in for it kid” Boris yells as he charges for Cail. Just before Boris reaches him, Cail sidesteps, ducks, and swings his blade blunt sided into the back of Boris’s calves. Boris topples over and Cail leaps up and stands over him with his blade at Boris's throat. “I guess you couldn’t find that good swordsman.” Cail says with a cold smile.
Cail got second place in the swords, seconds in the Jousting and first in the Archery. “Well done m’boy!” Roth says slapping Cail on the back. At the awarding of the prizes Cail received ad extra bonus for being the youngest and the highest amount of total points.
Cail was well liked by all; he was handsome, charming, smart, and easy to be around. He and Roth were planning to go around to all the tournaments and take all the prizes. They weren’t exactly poor yet there weren’t rich either. So when it was time to go they packed quickly and were on the road in little time always ready to go. They never settled in, they never got too comfortable and never stayed at one place for more than six days. Roth always said “if you stay seven days you have to stay and extra two and then you’re too comfortable.”
They were leaving the first tournament and were on the way to Yarn dale, famous for inventing yarn. It was a three days journey at an easy pace. But they never were easy going when it came to traveling. Their first night camping they fell asleep quickly and deeply. Cail awoke to the sound of rustling leaves and saw that seven men were sneaking into there camp “Father, shhhh we got company”
Roth was awake now and was slowly drawing his blade. “On my mark Cail get ready.”
Roth leapt up and Cail dived at two swinging his blade one of there shoulders, the man barely met him with a parry. “What business do you have here?” Roth yelled.
“Your deaths” Boris stepped into the moonlight “I thought, well if he embarrassed me, why not kill him!” he leapt at Cail but Cail fell to the ground bringing his feet into Boris’s chest causing Boris to wheeze for breath. Roth stabbed to men close by who were trying to ring in Cail and soon Roth had two more dead.
Cail and Boris weren’t evenly matched; Cail had more skill and soon had Boris on his knees. And the two others were running away, with Roth on their tails. “Well Boris” Cail was saying with his blade at Boris’s throat “It seems yet again you couldn’t find a true swordsman—or maybe it’s me your talking about.” And with that he swung his blade and with one stroke he took Boris’s head off.
“Well Cail it seems that you have finished the job.” And that Roth went to sleep. Cail’s heart was beating too fast to go to sleep he spent the whole night thinking about how he had killed a man, his first time, Roth on the other hand was dreaming about how soon he would be eating nice pork chops mashed potatoes and good ole’ gravy.
The rest of their time on the road was with out incident. As soon as they got to Yarn dale Roth said time to go to The Fat Pig Inn, were they say even the king doesn’t eat a better pig. Once inside Roth went directly to his usual spot that they ate at and order his usual, chops n’ ale as it’s called. Cail had some fried bacon but wasn’t too hungry. Roth leaned over the table and said “it’s the killing uh boy?”
Cail just nodded. Roth told him how he used to be a paladin but got betrayed. Paladins weren’t always the most gentle of people, they weren’t always healing the sick or such, and sometimes they turned rouge like maledict. But that didn’t ease his mind. He had ended a man’s life because he was to do the same. People were poor sports, was all Roth had said. “Well, Cail are you ready?” they were to report to the arena now. Trumpets were sounding everywhere.
“Aye I guess” Cail was looking uncertain. “Look Cail, I know you can do this.” And with that Cail was strengthened. Cail smiled and said “Yes let’s do this thing”
They rode over to the arena; it was the biggest in the continent besides one in Carne. Cail was in awe by it sheer size, “well Cail how does it look?” was what Roth had to say. “How did they get it all to stay put? I mean look it should just all topple over!” Cail said was awe in his voice. “Magic” Roth said. But before Cail could ask more, two men came on horses, wearing the royal armor of the city guards. “If you are to enter this tournament you must register at the west gate.” They strode off. “Come Cail we are to hurry if you want to be registered.” They hurried towards the gate and found them selves and the end of a huge line.
“Hey, you said they built this with…” in lowered his voice “Magic?”
Roth laughed and said “Yes but I will tell you more later.” Cail forgot about until later that day. Cail’s first entry was to joust.
He got into position.
Got on his horse
“GO!” Cail spurred his horse forward.
Lining up his lance with his target.
It glanced off his opponents shoulder. While he was hit hard and almost fell off. “Pa! This guy is good.” Cail breathed. Cail got his second lance and waited for the start.
“GO!” This time Cail was off faster.
CRACK! Cail’s lance smashed his opponent’s helmet in, and he fell off.
“The winner is, Caaaaaaaail!” A man announced from a seat near the king of Yarn Dale.
The crowd cheer, as Cail took his victory lap. He went over to his opponent and said “well done sir, if I hadn’t of found your sweet spot.” Cail just shook his head. “Well my name is Mar, a pleasure to meet you Cail even in these conditions.” Cail and Mar both chuckled. “Cail! Cail!” Roth was shouting over the noise of the arena. “Well done m’boy!” but this was only the first of many jousts that lay ahead.
Cail placed third in the jousting earning him a bonze horse the size of his fist. The jousting had lasted for four days. The next venture was the sword. Cail had made it all the way to the top. He was facing last year’s champion. “CAAAAAAAAAAIL versus MOOOOOORN!” The announcer yelled out. The starting flag was raised. “FIIIIIIIGHT!” He yells again. Cail slowly advances to his right circling around Morn. The crowd is silent. No one makes a noise. Cail leaps forward strikes and leaps back rapidly. Morn easily parried the blow.
Morn moves in like a wraith. He strikes for Cail’s legs but Cail leaps up and strikes down at Morn’s shoulder. Morn moves aside barley dodging the swing. But Cail doesn’t stop. He swings again this time and at Morn’s arm, Morn parries, but right after is struck on the right then for the chest. Morn blocks them but is backing up losing ground. Cail is building momentum, Cail is striking left, right, left, chest, chest, left, left, right, looking for a hole is Morn’s defense. Seeing none he makes his own. Cail leaps back. Allowing Morn to breathe, Morn relaxes but Cail rushes in, taking the advantage, sides down using his feet to trip Morn, and with that he puts the blade at his throat.
“CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL IS THE WIIIIIINNNNNNNER!” The announce roars over the crowd. Morn stands up and says “well done you have fought well with your arms and head.” And with that he walks away in defeat. Cail is carried on the shoulder of the crowd for his victory lap. Cail was so happy. Roth ran up and said “Cail you’ve done it!” he says breathlessly “you’re a true sword champion!”

_~*Chapter Two*~_

Cail took his victory lap on the shoulders of the crowds with his head held high. Roth yelled above the crowd saying “Your mother would be proud!”
“Hey father!” Cail said excitedly to Roth “you said this city was made of magic?”
“Oh yes indeed!” Roth said with a smile “The great magi of the Sorrae desert came to make this place into a haven of rest. They thought that here they would have rest” with a saddened look Roth continued “But a band of local hunters came and ran them out of the city, because of their dark skin, they were not liked here.” Roth finished his tale and they walked toward the inn that they were staying. They got to the inn and sat down at the common rooms bar. “Waiter!” Roth said “Me n me boy here are thirsty!”
“Yes, yes fine” The man turned around and said “Commander Roth!” Roth just stared in amazement “I don’t believe it!” Roth said hopping over the bar and embracing the man “well if it isn’t ole’ Murray! Cail meet Murray, Murray, Cail” Once Cail and Murray Roth said “Cail this was my best fighter I ever had in my fist.” Murray shuffled his feet and said “awwww Commander you do me too much good, but! He is right indeed.” And with that he brought them there two ale’s. Murray and Roth were two of the best side by side fighter there was in the silver hand. They could take on twenty, thirty, Orcs at once. They were elite indeed. Murray was away fighting the Orcs when Roth’s wife was killed. Murray was Roth’s best friends second to Maledict at the time.
“Oh Roth did ya tell Cail about how this city is made of magic?” but before he could answer Murray launched into his own story. “Yeah” Murray continued obviously drunk. Murray was almost always drunk. But didn’t always show it.
“Yeah them Sorrae mage types came up and pulled the stones outta the ground and BAM” He slapped the bar top “they made thems a city. But then some evil local hunter types came and ran them off ‘cause of they dark skin the Sorrae aren’t widely liked.”
“Are any Sorrae alive?” Cail asked wide eyed “well I unno” and with that Murray fell asleep drunk. Roth sighed and mumbled “same ole Murray…”
The next day there wasn’t any tournament activity going on so Roth and Cail took the time to explore the city. They roamed about for a while stopping when they got tired and bought some food from a local food stand. “Hot pot pies!” the man hawked. “Ill take two” Roth said handing the man some money. “Mmmhmmm good pies here boss” The man said as he handed the pies and Roth’s change.
Roth muttered his thanks. “come again boss” the man said grinning as he looked at the money in his hand.

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I might become a writer (for a living) not related to dota

I might become a writer (for a living) not related to dota

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