Raising A Dead Army

She swung her sword throught the warrior. The sword teared the chain armor apart and the warrior used his last breath to make a last blow. He wanted to stab his sword to valkries hearth, but she moved fast to her right and hit the warriors shield to make him fall. The warrior didn't need this hit to fall but when he took the blow everything was over for him.

She stood tall in her field of victory, looking around, searching for another victim but there was noone. She saw a group of people at the edge of the valley. There was one of them, looking at her. She stared at him until the man turned and walked away. Then she began walking in the field. She stopped when she saw a wounded man. The man was in pain because of his chest wound. She look at her pityfully and crouched next to him but the man spitted to her face by raising his head. The Dark Valkyrie didn't move a bit. She looked right into his eyes and he didn't even feel the sword that stabbed through his heart. Valkyrie smiled and stood up and she moved to find the other wounded.

When the darkness began showing his face from the east, she was done. There was no living man in the valley. She walked and took the pieces of her spear. When she took them, the pieces began glowing with an ill green light and they moved to build the spear once again. Now she was ready to raise her army.

The Dark Valkyrie, The Keeper Of The Slain, began walking around the dead warriors and touching them with her spear. When she touched the spear to a dead man the spear glowed with that ill green light and the dead man began shaking. She moved along them and they stood one by one. The stars rose but the clouds kept them from shining through that plain and when the full moon began rising, her army of the dead was ready. At that very moment a shootingstar passed over the valley, tearing the clounds apart. The valkyrie looked at the star and said "oh, you are here, it's time have fun!"
Unknown "Tarshibears :)" - 16 years, 3 months, 20 days ago

The Karnborr Saga

I have been to many wars and battles. Even the Battle of Gol-Uldur. Maybe I should say, the carnage of Gol-Uldur. A few of us survived there. In the field of victory, with a broken sword and a shattered shield, I stood alone. A fire was burning in me. I could feel the power that kept me alive that day...

We charged. We charged and broke the first line of the enemy. Swords, axes, spears and shields met with a fierce anger. Lifeless bodies fell with our unstoppable storm. The clash was so strong, that moment I could see the hope of victory drain away in the eyes of our enemies. The Victory was near.

Dark clouds with the lightning of million drums covered the sky. The battle stopped. We loooked up in the sky to see what's happening, to see what kind of madness is coming.

A thunder hit the ground, shaking it. Stones flew hitting and killing men. A bright red light came out of teh ground and we saw her rise.

A girl with dark hair. Early twenties you would say. So thin, so fragile but so deadly and so agile in her black armor. A spear in her right hand, filthy. A shield on her left hand, with the dark lady carved in it.

She stood long. Curious ones deared to get near to her. Fools I say. Darn fools. Long she stood there and when she opened her eyes, fear filled the hearts of men. Her eyes, her red eyes with blood tears reigning. She looked at the battlefield with underestimation and said "Enough you died today with your own hand, now die some for me. My time has come!"

Her spear moved so fast and the hit the first man with a sound of thunder. Before his dead body fell, the second and the third has already been dead. And we charged again, hopeless...Man faded like autumn leaves in fornt of her spear. Her battlecry so loud and so dark. Even we could not understand, it made us freeze. But we fought, we fought and we fell. Swords and axes cut her. Hammers broke her shield. But she didn't stop. When her spear got broken, she trew her broken shield away and took her sword. It wasn't like anything I have seen before. No word can describe that slaughter.

Battle was lost. Battlefield was lost. Those of us who decided to fall back and fight anotherday, left the field. At the edge of the Fornmalk valley, I stopped and looked back. I saw her standing alone in the darkest shades of clouds. So dark, so fearful. A dark haired girl. The Dark Valkyrie.
Unknown "Tarshibears :)" - 16 years, 3 months, 20 days ago