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AND DRAENOR IS NOT THE FINAL TITLE OF THIS AND NEITHER ARE THESE NAMES FINAL (although i'm kinda satisfied with the names) SO GIVE ME ANY RECOMENDATIONS ON THE TITLE
read and enjoy
Chapter 1: The Raid
Hiding in the bushes stealthily, Ike threw his dagger at the boar that was too busy picking at its own food. It flew at it as swift as lightning. It gave out a long howl of pain then fell hard onto the ground.
“Ok let’s take it back to the encampment,” said Ike as he pulled out the dagger from the boar.
Ike, a 14-year old boy who wasn’t very tall for his age. He had black spiky hair. His eyes were blue with a look of excitement almost always in them. He wasn’t a tall person at all. He had a dagger wrapped around his waist and a one-handed scimitar on the right side of him also at his waist. His garments were two open fingered gloves on each hand and a red as a ruby bathed in blood shirt complimented by his black sash that had a symbol of two swords crossing each other. He also wore black shorts that went about an inch or two below his knees.
“I’ll carry it back to the camp,” said Eagan.
Eagan was also a 13-year old boy like Ike. Unlike Ike, Eagan was taller than an average teenager. Eagan was a pretty goofy type of person and he had a his wild and spiky hair that was golden brown and his eyes were yellow and full of enthusiasm. On Eagan’s back was a long staff. He wore a long, brown, short, and somewhat ragged robe that went down to around the end of his thigh
The pair abruptly heard some stomping that gave off the sound off thunder mixed with the deepness of a dragon’s roars and growls.
“Quickly,” called Ike “, Hide in those bushes!”
Peeking out from the bushes Ike and Eagan saw giant creatures.
“Orgols” Ike whispered nervously and fearfully.
Orgols were giant ugly creatures, and for the most part dumb extremely dumb, in fact if they didn’t have someone to lead them they would probably destroy themselves. Their average height was around 10 feet. Most of the soldiers carried around giant war hammers or axes and wore sturdy, dark metal armor on their body, and steel helmets with horns on them. Orgols had gruesome features and fangs on the sides of their mouths pointing upwards. Orgols were all-around violent monsters. Orgols may be dumb but their sense of smell and hearing was far beyond any human’s, and their strength was phenomenal. Luckily the Orgols walked right past the two boys.
“Oh no,” said Ike.
“What, it’s good that they walked past us, right?” said Eagan confused.
Ike shook his head. “They went to the encampment!” replied Ike with horror in his eyes.
“Your dad is strong, he and the other knights can fight them off and,” said Eagan trying to
find some little hope “they also have Araleun she can help a lot.”
“I doubt that” said Ike “there were at least 10 of them and there are only about 7 of us including my dad, Araleun, us, and the other knights.”
“Well then let’s hurry up and help them!” said Eagan now getting it.
“Yeah,” said Ike as he and Eagan started to dart off.
“I just hope we’re not too late,” said Ike so low that not even Eagan heard him.
On the side of a small hill, nearby where Ike and Eagan were in the forest, Darnar, Ike's father, Araleun, and some knights that had survived that fateful night when the dark king, Draenor, had attacked the village, sat and conversed over nothing of extreme importance. Darnar however was too hungry to have any type of friendly conversation, he paced back and forth boiling mad.
“Where are those two!” yelled Darnar, Ike’s father at their encampment, “they should have been back over an hour ago!”
Although Darnar was Ike’s father he was very tall, he had a shaved head with a short beard, and was extremely muscular. He had a vest on and long pants that covered part of his dark shoes. He had immense, black eyes. Darnar had a heavy two-handed blade strapped onto his back.
“I don’t know what the problem is,” said Araleun with a sigh “There is perfectly good food right here.”
Araleun was a 13 year old girl, about Ike’s size, she had long brown hair, and small blue eyes. She had long, black, faded hair. Slung over her back were her bow and her quiver. She red and blue shirt and the ends stuck out of the leather belt that she wore and hug down to her thigh. Like Ike she also wore a sash but hers was cut into two pieces each tied around her ankles for no apparent reason.
“I refuse to eat that… whatever it is,” said Darnar stubbornly.
“Whatever,” replied Araleun eating a salad.
Suddenly the small group heard loud booming noise and hard stomping. Darnar, Araleun, and the 3 other knights grabbed their spears and put them up in a throwing position ready to take them out any time. Then Orgols came over the hill.
“Must have been sent from Draenor to scout the forest, and raid camps,” assumed Darnar taking out his sword into hand.
Then one of them suddenly stopped then it pointed directly to the small group. Then they charged at the camp with their giant war hammers in their hands. Yelling and roaring.
One came charging it swung its hammer at Darnar but he dodged it with ease then recklessly swung the Orgol with his sword, not realizing that there was another Orgol right behind the first one. The second one swung his hammer at Darnar. Without enough time to react, he was hit in his side with the weapon. Darnar collapsed, and there were still 9 left. Araleun slung an arrow at the Orgol but by the time that it was even near him he threw his arm in front of his head making the arrow bounce off of his dark armor. Another of the Orgols went on a rampage knocking and tossing the knights aside breaking one of their bones as easily as one could break a toothpick
“Burn the camp, these people are worthless they’re not even good enough to help in Draenor’s army as grunts” said one of the Orgols callously and as profoundly as the roar of booming thunder in the midst of a storm.
One of the Orgols poured oil out. One of the infantrymen ran out at him full force Then he took small candlestick and threw it down. The camp blazed up into a crimson full fire. Araleun ran from her
“Now they come,” mumbled Araleun with in a sarcastic tone but at the same time a rough one.
Then Ike and Eagan stared at the burning camp and then at the same Orgols that they saw earlier, already knowing what happened.
“We were too late,” said Ike wiping a small tear away.
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THEM ALL? POST UR OPINIONS AND MAYBE YOU'LL FIND OUT...
AND DRAENOR IS NOT THE FINAL TITLE OF THIS AND NEITHER ARE THESE NAMES FINAL (although i'm kinda satisfied with the names) SO GIVE ME ANY RECOMENDATIONS ON THE TITLE
read and enjoy
Chapter 1: The Raid
Hiding in the bushes stealthily, Ike threw his dagger at the boar that was too busy picking at its own food. It flew at it as swift as lightning. It gave out a long howl of pain then fell hard onto the ground.
“Ok let’s take it back to the encampment,” said Ike as he pulled out the dagger from the boar.
Ike, a 14-year old boy who wasn’t very tall for his age. He had black spiky hair. His eyes were blue with a look of excitement almost always in them. He wasn’t a tall person at all. He had a dagger wrapped around his waist and a one-handed scimitar on the right side of him also at his waist. His garments were two open fingered gloves on each hand and a red as a ruby bathed in blood shirt complimented by his black sash that had a symbol of two swords crossing each other. He also wore black shorts that went about an inch or two below his knees.
“I’ll carry it back to the camp,” said Eagan.
Eagan was also a 13-year old boy like Ike. Unlike Ike, Eagan was taller than an average teenager. Eagan was a pretty goofy type of person and he had a his wild and spiky hair that was golden brown and his eyes were yellow and full of enthusiasm. On Eagan’s back was a long staff. He wore a long, brown, short, and somewhat ragged robe that went down to around the end of his thigh
The pair abruptly heard some stomping that gave off the sound off thunder mixed with the deepness of a dragon’s roars and growls.
“Quickly,” called Ike “, Hide in those bushes!”
Peeking out from the bushes Ike and Eagan saw giant creatures.
“Orgols” Ike whispered nervously and fearfully.
Orgols were giant ugly creatures, and for the most part dumb extremely dumb, in fact if they didn’t have someone to lead them they would probably destroy themselves. Their average height was around 10 feet. Most of the soldiers carried around giant war hammers or axes and wore sturdy, dark metal armor on their body, and steel helmets with horns on them. Orgols had gruesome features and fangs on the sides of their mouths pointing upwards. Orgols were all-around violent monsters. Orgols may be dumb but their sense of smell and hearing was far beyond any human’s, and their strength was phenomenal. Luckily the Orgols walked right past the two boys.
“Oh no,” said Ike.
“What, it’s good that they walked past us, right?” said Eagan confused.
Ike shook his head. “They went to the encampment!” replied Ike with horror in his eyes.
“Your dad is strong, he and the other knights can fight them off and,” said Eagan trying to
find some little hope “they also have Araleun she can help a lot.”
“I doubt that” said Ike “there were at least 10 of them and there are only about 7 of us including my dad, Araleun, us, and the other knights.”
“Well then let’s hurry up and help them!” said Eagan now getting it.
“Yeah,” said Ike as he and Eagan started to dart off.
“I just hope we’re not too late,” said Ike so low that not even Eagan heard him.
On the side of a small hill, nearby where Ike and Eagan were in the forest, Darnar, Ike's father, Araleun, and some knights that had survived that fateful night when the dark king, Draenor, had attacked the village, sat and conversed over nothing of extreme importance. Darnar however was too hungry to have any type of friendly conversation, he paced back and forth boiling mad.
“Where are those two!” yelled Darnar, Ike’s father at their encampment, “they should have been back over an hour ago!”
Although Darnar was Ike’s father he was very tall, he had a shaved head with a short beard, and was extremely muscular. He had a vest on and long pants that covered part of his dark shoes. He had immense, black eyes. Darnar had a heavy two-handed blade strapped onto his back.
“I don’t know what the problem is,” said Araleun with a sigh “There is perfectly good food right here.”
Araleun was a 13 year old girl, about Ike’s size, she had long brown hair, and small blue eyes. She had long, black, faded hair. Slung over her back were her bow and her quiver. She red and blue shirt and the ends stuck out of the leather belt that she wore and hug down to her thigh. Like Ike she also wore a sash but hers was cut into two pieces each tied around her ankles for no apparent reason.
“I refuse to eat that… whatever it is,” said Darnar stubbornly.
“Whatever,” replied Araleun eating a salad.
Suddenly the small group heard loud booming noise and hard stomping. Darnar, Araleun, and the 3 other knights grabbed their spears and put them up in a throwing position ready to take them out any time. Then Orgols came over the hill.
“Must have been sent from Draenor to scout the forest, and raid camps,” assumed Darnar taking out his sword into hand.
Then one of them suddenly stopped then it pointed directly to the small group. Then they charged at the camp with their giant war hammers in their hands. Yelling and roaring.
One came charging it swung its hammer at Darnar but he dodged it with ease then recklessly swung the Orgol with his sword, not realizing that there was another Orgol right behind the first one. The second one swung his hammer at Darnar. Without enough time to react, he was hit in his side with the weapon. Darnar collapsed, and there were still 9 left. Araleun slung an arrow at the Orgol but by the time that it was even near him he threw his arm in front of his head making the arrow bounce off of his dark armor. Another of the Orgols went on a rampage knocking and tossing the knights aside breaking one of their bones as easily as one could break a toothpick
“Burn the camp, these people are worthless they’re not even good enough to help in Draenor’s army as grunts” said one of the Orgols callously and as profoundly as the roar of booming thunder in the midst of a storm.
One of the Orgols poured oil out. One of the infantrymen ran out at him full force Then he took small candlestick and threw it down. The camp blazed up into a crimson full fire. Araleun ran from her
“Now they come,” mumbled Araleun with in a sarcastic tone but at the same time a rough one.
Then Ike and Eagan stared at the burning camp and then at the same Orgols that they saw earlier, already knowing what happened.
“We were too late,” said Ike wiping a small tear away.
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THEM ALL? POST UR OPINIONS AND MAYBE YOU'LL FIND OUT...
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