Have Drowtales inspired stories and art? Share it here!

World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 12)

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 9)

Postby Gunbird » Thu Sep 03, 2015 12:02 am

@ ThatGuyThisGuy

Are you saying that there' should be more attention to the humans?
User avatar
Gunbird
Vel'akar
 
Posts: 1431
Joined: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:51 pm
Location: A Island that looks like a fish.

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby Pariel » Fri Sep 04, 2015 10:25 pm

Thanks smokehammer for discussing the pacing.
Also do note that the brackets << >> indicate an untranslated foreign tongue. (Russian in this case).

Chapter 10: Warriors and Soldiers

Gazes met. Jaws clenched. Time seemed to stop. The noise in the room was quelled, allowing some of the outside chaos to seep inside the tent. Tiny explosions in quick successions. Screams. The screams of her proud wolves. Laying on the floor broken, one of the baleful dragons, the one who had played her daughter's love against her. The one who had just slain Laele. Snadhya's heart would be a fitting meal to mourn her passing, however that was not meant to be - for now. For the one that she hated most, the one who had inflicted a wound on her and left her barren was in front of her eyes. Sarv'swati was wearing odd padded armor, pale skin and blonde hair but her voice and characteristic cowlick gave her away.

Quain's expression turned into a smile full of hatred and anger. She could feel it, one of them was going to die today. Snadhya was bleeding on the floor, on her path to a swift death. Her own lieutenants were rising to their feet one by one after being knocked down by the summoner's mana arts. Even that blasted dragon knight of Sabrror had decided to join the fray as well. And only Sarv'swati stood in their path; her earth arts growing a protective shell around her sister. Her head would compensate for all the failures of the surface campaign.

Blade clashed against blade. Her raw power versus Sarv'swati's skill. A repeat of their last duel and yet it wasn't. She had grown in power. She had more allies now and they were all converging their attacks on her opponent. Fire came from Suu'be, a heavy blade from Mandroga, the swiftness of Sang and her son. One by one, the attacks were repelled, but not without a significant amount of increasing effort on her opponent’s part. Sarv’swati was losing ground. Quain's blade descended with all its might. The ornery once dragon gave only a muffled grunt as a gash opened in her arm and her axe flew from her hands. The eyes of the Wolf Queen narrowed. How easy this had been!

"Your blade has dulled." Quain'tana said in a half insulting, half disappointed remark as she leveled her blade against the once most feared Sharen in any battlefield.

"Maybe it has indeed." Sarv'swati grinned in defiance. Even when unarmed and surrounded by blades, she still looked intimidating. “My days as a warrior are lost." Her gaze focused on the mercenary queen, and the Sharen knight respectively. "I was a fool to be caught in the old glory of the past."

"Two dragons in one day." Quain'tana smirked, and Mandroga let out a small chuckle of his own. "Sang, Mandroga, Kor'maril, rally the troops and search for the rest of her rescue team. Suu'be, you and I will deal with this bitch." She paused for a second to make a stern remark as she glared to both Sabrror and Zalaess, "And you dragonspawn, you don't interfere." The sounds of the scuffles had died out outside. That was odd and eerily unnerving, the commoner mercenary thought.

<<"Do It">> The defeated dragon whispered in a strange tongue to her neck, as she quickly spun around, rolled to the ground, and covered her ears. A large blinding detonation blasted the ears of Quain'tana's vanguard, sending all of them tumbling and cursing in pain yet again.

The first to die was Mandroga, his face being shredded by gunfire before he could stand up as a second strangely armored figure pounced through the entrance behind the flash. Another padded and helmeted combatant joined the first, gunning down Sang and Kor’maril before they could react to the fierce attack.

"HEADSHOT! TEN POINTS!" A voice said in a shrill and annoying cheer, though strangely it was in the drow tongue. Dyed purple hair could be seen through the recesses of the speaker’s helmet.

"...no, that voice." Mel'anarch, only partially deafened, was the one to react. "Kalki !? But how?"

Quain'tana roared, her fury and annoyance finally besting her judgment. "YOU ALL WILL DIE! SUU'BE!"

Flames quickly engulfed Sarv'swati. The once champion of the Sharen grunted in pain as she rolled on the ground, trying to douse them. Suu'be smiled in joy as she lunged forward for the killing blow. She would take the pain of losing her daughter out upon the Sharen bitch, but her target reached down to pull something small and rectangular out from beside her hip.

With no margin to react or properly aim, a succession of shots from the Sharen's arm cannon hit the overconfident Sarghress, who fell limp instantly, a large hole in her temple caused by a projectile. Quain'tana for the first time in a long era, was speechless. Her still dazed eyes darted in all directions, her sword flailing threateningly. Luckily she had been missed.

"Bastards. Motherkillers, all of you." The mercenary queen said, readying a battle stance as her senses were restored. There was no shouting. No excessive display of swordmanship. Only the Sargh'ress leader’s eyes, staring at her target, Sarv'swati, who was just now scrambling to her feet while still smoking. The dragon checked her hand cannon but soon discarded it with disrespect.

"Tsk. Empty." The blasted Sharen ventured to say as she drew a knife and adopted a combat stance. Quain'tana's eyes narrowed, she would finish what Suu'be had started. She pressed heavily, with pure, unrelenting hatred and violence guiding her swings. She could feel it in the corners of her mind. Only one would live through this encounter, and she wasn't going to sell her life to Sarv'swati cheap.

She wasn't the only one. Just like Quain'tana, Sabrror fought for his life. His mana shield kept being battered by the projectile weapons, bullets being diverted away from Mel'anarch and Zala'ess.

"Stop doing that so I can kill you!", The figure whom Mel'anarch adressed as Kalki
flailed about, until her weapon stopped firing, now only clicking sounds being made. "Oh damn!" The female goon finally yelped while she floundered with a rectangle in her off hand, as Sabrror's sword went on the offensive only to be cut short by another voice.

"U kil er? I kil er." The male goon said in weirdly accented drow, as his weapon aimed at Zala'ess. "Shame kil u. You stronk fight." The unmistakable sound of a blade dropping to the ground made the goon smile. "Gud."

Sarv’swati’s breath had become ragged and her steps were staggering. She could not keep up with the savage onslaught of someone who’s blade had a far greater reach, one who now seemed more beast than drow, for much longer. When she tripped over the earthen tomb she had encased her sister in Quain’tana knew it was over. But the dragon drew her knife in front of the raging beast, and pressed a button. The blade forcefully ejected from the handle embedded itself through the eye of the charging Wolf Queen.

"The age of warriors is long gone...Quain. It was foolish to challenge this era with the weapons of a past one." Sarv'swati whispered finally, as the body of Quain'tana dropped lifelessly to the ground.
User avatar
Pariel
Sharen Errand Boy
 
Posts: 4479
Joined: Thu Jun 14, 2007 1:08 pm
Location: Abandoned
Clan: Sharen

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Sat Sep 05, 2015 12:10 am

Great update, I really like how you did it! Though a few parts where a bit silly like having Snad's goons have MLG accents was just ridiculous.
User avatar
ThatGuyThisGuy
Demon
 
Posts: 857
Joined: Thu Oct 30, 2014 10:58 pm

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby Smokehammer » Sat Sep 05, 2015 5:01 pm

What does MLG stand for?
User avatar
Smokehammer
Dragon of the Nether
 
Posts: 3513
Joined: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:09 am
Location: Being Reincarnated as a DD bra.
Clan: Sharen

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby Gunbird » Sat Sep 05, 2015 9:45 pm

Smokehammer wrote:What does MLG stand for?


Main landing gear?
User avatar
Gunbird
Vel'akar
 
Posts: 1431
Joined: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:51 pm
Location: A Island that looks like a fish.

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Sat Sep 05, 2015 11:54 pm

Smokehammer wrote:What does MLG stand for?


What it technically stands for is Major league gaming but its a meme of sort for MLG people to act like this and speak in a slurred way(the use of the words "Stronk" and "Gud" or text book examples.). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZYPOMtttJU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbPStBTouKs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s0AhWRnL6o https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRIjnnbGYBw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rosclr8QUqo
User avatar
ThatGuyThisGuy
Demon
 
Posts: 857
Joined: Thu Oct 30, 2014 10:58 pm

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby Gunbird » Sun Sep 06, 2015 2:02 am

ThatGuyThisGuy wrote:
Smokehammer wrote:What does MLG stand for?


What it technically stands for is Major league gaming but its a meme of sort for MLG people to act like this and speak in a slurred way(the use of the words "Stronk" and "Gud" or text book examples.). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZYPOMtttJU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbPStBTouKs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s0AhWRnL6o https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRIjnnbGYBw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rosclr8QUqo


I think the "goon"(I'm assuming he is human) was trying to speak drow.
User avatar
Gunbird
Vel'akar
 
Posts: 1431
Joined: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:51 pm
Location: A Island that looks like a fish.

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Sun Sep 06, 2015 2:56 am

Gunbird wrote:
ThatGuyThisGuy wrote:
Smokehammer wrote:What does MLG stand for?


What it technically stands for is Major league gaming but its a meme of sort for MLG people to act like this and speak in a slurred way(the use of the words "Stronk" and "Gud" or text book examples.). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZYPOMtttJU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbPStBTouKs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s0AhWRnL6o https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRIjnnbGYBw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rosclr8QUqo


I think the "goon"(I'm assuming he is human) was trying to speak drow.


Maybe so but it came off like that to me.
User avatar
ThatGuyThisGuy
Demon
 
Posts: 857
Joined: Thu Oct 30, 2014 10:58 pm

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby Smokehammer » Mon Sep 07, 2015 4:16 am

Im pretty sure the other goon is Kalinin and I wouldnt put it past him to purposefully screw up his drow to come off like one of those MLG geeks for shits & giggles. *wee*

I cant wait for the wicked interplay that should come up between him and Kalki regardless. If blood loss doesnt get Snad the puns, insanity and plane full of vodka surely will.
User avatar
Smokehammer
Dragon of the Nether
 
Posts: 3513
Joined: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:09 am
Location: Being Reincarnated as a DD bra.
Clan: Sharen

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Tue Sep 08, 2015 12:30 pm

Obsidian Agent wrote:
Smokehammer wrote:Im pretty sure the other goon is Kalinin and I wouldnt put it past him to purposefully screw up his drow to come off like one of those MLG geeks for shits & giggles. *wee*

I cant wait for the wicked interplay that should come up between him and Kalki regardless. If blood loss doesnt get Snad the puns, insanity and plane full of vodka surely will.



Kalki... and vodka. Just... wow. You've got me imagining Kalki as Demoman now. And Kalinin as Heavy. We'll also get Old Man Henderson as Soldier, Azula as Pyro, Benny the 1980's something Space Man as Engineer, Downfall Parody!Fegelein as Scout, Doctor Emily Gray (Red vs. Blue) as Medic, Austin Powers as Spy, and Garrus Vakarian as Sniper. It will be called "Loon Fortress 2". And it will be awesome.


Sounds positively cracktastic!

Smokehammer wrote:Im pretty sure the other goon is Kalinin and I wouldnt put it past him to purposefully screw up his drow to come off like one of those MLG geeks for shits & giggles. *wee*


They aren't geeks... There yoloswagging, 9gagging, hashtagging, dubstepping, redditing, douchbags.

Smokehammer wrote:I cant wait for the wicked interplay that should come up between him and Kalki regardless. If blood loss doesnt get Snad the puns, insanity and plane full of vodka surely will.


It'll be cray cray.
User avatar
ThatGuyThisGuy
Demon
 
Posts: 857
Joined: Thu Oct 30, 2014 10:58 pm

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Sun Dec 06, 2015 7:02 am

Have you abandoned this Fic?
User avatar
ThatGuyThisGuy
Demon
 
Posts: 857
Joined: Thu Oct 30, 2014 10:58 pm

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby MercenaryX21 » Tue Jan 19, 2016 7:07 pm

Oh GOD! Please tell me this hasn't been abandoned. I love this since I can't get the Earth Age story that I wanted what with all the sabotaging that was going on at the time. And I was there, you have no idea how much frustration it was to try and steer the story with 500 others trying to cause a 50 car pileup with it.
MercenaryX21
Nether Seed
 
Posts: 13
Joined: Sun Dec 27, 2015 4:34 am
Clan: Jaal'darya

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 10)

Postby Pariel » Tue Feb 02, 2016 9:44 am

Ch 11 coming soon.
User avatar
Pariel
Sharen Errand Boy
 
Posts: 4479
Joined: Thu Jun 14, 2007 1:08 pm
Location: Abandoned
Clan: Sharen

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 11)

Postby Pariel » Wed Feb 03, 2016 12:53 am

Chapter 11- Sink or Swim.

The tide of war was unpredictable. She had been told many times of this fact. However, it was the very first time she had witnessed such a rapid change in such a short span. Ariel Val'Sarghress, the War Princess, the Wolf's Daughter, clenched her teeth as she kept her head low, doing like many of her followers for the alternative was far less palatable. The formidable weapons of the surfacers could penetrate armor and the wounds they caused were beyond any comprehension. How was this even possible? Quain's protégée clenched her fist in the mud, her long white and violet hair muddy and frazzled, while splotches of dirt and blood from the battlefield and allies alike stained her armor. She blinked with a tired gaze. There was simply no time for lamentations.

The weapons of the surfacers were still making an awful racket, eating bits out of the rocks they were using as cover. A chuckle made her turn her gaze and frown, searching for the fool who dared to make such an expression in this hellhole. Sar'nel, one of her most trusted comrades and battle brothers was there, clutching his side as a vivid red stain marred the left of his beastplate. His equally dirty face was sporting a mix of emotions which included pain, resignation and a cynical smile. Besides him, the panicking figure of Faen was fumbling around with bandages, trying in vain to close the wound and give him the much needed time he deserved.

"No doubt about it. It's like in the stories of Grandfather. Muskets..." Sar'nel chuckled, "...took me a while to recognize them. They must've upgraded them quite a lot. Now they can fire in bursts and with incredible accuracy."

"What!?" Ariel's jaw opened in disbelief. "What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Yes. It puzzles me as well." His second chuckle turning to a wince as Faen applied pressure to the wound. “Grandfather Rosof, in the diary he wrote before his last expedition went awry, said that the surfacers were getting really dangerous. Among other things, they had miniaturized the dwarven cannon design into a streamlined, long weapon which fired tiny lead beads. The principle is the same though. Seal explosives..." After coughing he continued. "...in a shaft, and let the so called bullet be propelled by the explosion. Crude, but it could pierce even carefully crafted armor."

Ariel clenched her teeth. "Tell me there's a way to counter such a thing."

He shook his head. "There WAS a way, since the weapon took a long time to reload back in the day. But I'm pretty sure they don't have such disadvantages now. Although... a mana shield can stop them. If you have enough training, that is." The young male wolf twisted his face, thinking that not even a third of the Sarghress army had such training.

"And that -is- the reason why you are failing." A haughty voice surprised the trio and Faen let out a small yelp upon seeing who had approached. The Sarghress regarded the newcomer; one of those damn dragonspawn puffed up with pride in full battle gear, her hair in a large braid cascading all the way to her waist. She continued her scolding, "Aw, aren't you the most pathetic little dirt-ridden and wounded puppies ever?"

"Vy'chriel Vel'Sharen." Ariel spat. "Why are you here?"

"It's Val'Sharen to you, mongrel." Vy'chriel snarled upon hearing the common insult that the Sarghress had coined for her ilk after the failed Nidraa'chal coup. "And I'm here doing some sightseeing. You know, crystals, rocks, dead drow...What the hel do you think I am here for !?"

Shots rang out, directed at the supposedly easy target of the boasting Sharen who was not caring to take cover. Mana hues invaded the Ariel's sight while Vy'chriel casually deployed a shield to fend off the gunfire of several sources.

"Okay, I must concede this is rather annoying." The proud dragon said, as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. And then, as if on a cue, a large surge of earth sorcery shaped a large rock wall, providing enough cover for everyone to stand on their feet. "Thanks, Yaeminira."

"Please don't make my job any harder, Vy." A second figure stepped out from behind the first, clad in the colors of Zala’ess' ilk, but her short, blackened hair denoted her status as a protector twin.

Several others ran up to the 5 combatants. Amongst them was Chrys'tel Val'Sharen who frowned at Faen's fumbling with Sar'nel's wounds. "Let me.”, she offered. The blood sorceress gently tapped the distressed Faen, who quickly scrambled out of the way, relieved to see a friendly face in all of the chaos. Sar'nel's also looked relieved as the Sharen’s blood arts did their diligent work in sealing and repairing the hemorrhage.

"Crybaby Faen. You never change." A voice beside Chrys'tel crudely remarked, as she tilted her head sideways, arms folded in front of her chestplate. The bobbed hair of Shinae shook ever so slightly, before she smiled somewhat. "Just like this guy over here." She said, pointing to the last figure. The fifth Sharen, who looked like a small sized version of Sabbror, snorted as he gingerly closed the distance between himself and the still prone Val’Sarghress heir. Reaching for her, he offered her a hand up.

"Please excuse my sisters' behavior. The trip has been... trying, for some." Nau'kheol said somberly, before Ariel swatted his hand away quickly before regaining her feet on her own steam.

"Anyway..." Vy'chriel coughed, slightly annoyed at the small chatter. "Gather up your puppies, Ariel." The dragonette announced. "It's time for a counterattack!"

"What, but the muskets..???" The wolf snarled while regarding Sar‘nel.

"All done here." Chrys'tel announced, as she helped Rosof's grandson get up.

"I said. It's time for a COUNTER. ATTACK." Vy'chriel triumphantly yelled as she pulled out a large, suspicious mana-laden gem, and with a cocky smirk, brought life back into the soul of the creature that had been stored hence. A large dragon summon wrenched itself out of the rock matrix and stood there, towering, in front of the group. "And now, Yae, if you would? Flush these dirty monkeys from their cover!" The Sharen commanded to her twin.

As the wall before them collapsed shots rang once more, but this time they petered off harmlessly against the rockbound dragon. And then, with a deft move of Yae’s staff, the rocky mounds from where the surfacers in strange clothes were shooting shifted and changed into walls of spikes. Confusion set in at first, as they scrambled to find new cover, only to have rocks explode in their faces once more. The dragon summon advanced relentlessly, like a juggernaut, providing cover to those drow behind it. Sometimes, an explosive device or two made a dent on the dragon's rock hide, but it shifted and recovered its stony form rather instantly. However, more and more shots were beginning to zip around the shields of the group, as the enemy soldiers abandoned their forward attack for flanking maneuvers.

"Uh, I think I'm going to need help dealing with those." Vy'chriel spat through clenched teeth. The Sharen summoner wasn't expecting them to regain their wits so quickly. In response two of her companions took up odd battle cries.


"LEAVE ARIEL ALONE!" and "PISS OFF" were heard simultaneously from both Faen and Shinae. The first made the gunners wince and scatter their shots everywhere, unable to take aim as they came under the effects of crippling mental distress. And then Shinae's blow caught them flatfooted, pressure propelling them to the broken earth, knocking the unfortunate surfacers out cold.

"Or not. Good job, cat and Shinae!" Vy'chriel chuckled haughtily in a manner reminiscent of Zala‘ess. They were coming closer to the officer’s tent where her mother and that wolf, Mel'anarch, were supposed to be. They would be successful in their rescue! Vy’s exuberance was quickly interrupted however by a faint whimper from behind.

Faen stood clutching at her head muttering "No." and "It can't be." weakly. Ariel held her lover defensively as she continued, "Quain's aura... everyone is...is… gone."

"What?" Ariel blurted, before looking at the tent, and about to sprint but the hands of the empath clutched her armor.

"Don't go. Ariel, please. Don't. There's...uh...bigger, meaner auras inside. Like Zala'ess. But..."

At this point, everyone looked at the empath, their collective eyes narrowing. Faen flinched upon the unwanted attention, fidgeting. She didn't know how to explain. But their attention quickly focused elsewhere as the tent opened to reveal a lone figure. A regal, poised knightly figure. Standing in the door was one of the Sharen.

"Lord Sabbror?" Sar'nel announced, while clutching his now-tended but still tender wound.

"Dad?" Vy'chriel reaffirmed herself. "Are you alright?"

Sabbror nodded somberly, as he sighed and steadied himself. "Your mother wants you to stand down." He finally said, a grave tone in his voice. "It's alright, the situation is taken care of. Chrys'tel, could you please come here?"

Everyone looked at each other, frowning slightly, but they all did as commanded. The dragon crumbled into rocks. Earth & Pressure sorcery ceased. Nau'kheol sheathed his blade. All of them stopped. Save for one.

"HALESHIT!" Ariel said as she sprinted towards the tent, Faen’s warning making her paranoid of the Sharen’s motives. Sabbror tried to interpose himself to intercept the young woman, but a whip made of hair shoved him aside.

And then Ariel saw it. Her mother‘s lifeless form. Sprawled on a torn pile of rocks, a dagger embedded in one eye, the great woman no longer exuded the might and presence Ariel had so come to respect and cherish. Though confused and in shock she remembered herself regardless of the wrenching pain and took a quick sweep of the tent. There were four surfacers. Two armed with those deadly “muskets” as Sar’nel had called them, and two wounded though oddly still dangerous looking women. The burnt one seemed to be dressed in a manner which betrayed that she might be the leader of the unknown forces that had attacked them and the other, though literally armless still gave off a strange feeling of dread. Zala’ess and Mel’anarch seemed unharmed, in fact Zala’ess was chatting cordially with one of the attackers. A traitor. Everyone else was dead, sharing the same fate as Quain’tana. Everyone but…

Zala'ess you traitor.

Ariel wanted to scream in rage, but no words came from her mouth. Instead she felt the force of her body fading quickly as a sharp blow to the back of the head robbed her of consciousness.

"Sorry, kid." The voice of Sabbror was the last thing she heard, before she finally succumbed.
User avatar
Pariel
Sharen Errand Boy
 
Posts: 4479
Joined: Thu Jun 14, 2007 1:08 pm
Location: Abandoned
Clan: Sharen

Re: World at War, an Earth Age fic (Ch 11)

Postby ThatGuyThisGuy » Wed Feb 03, 2016 2:34 am

If you unblocked me I would like to tell you great update!
User avatar
ThatGuyThisGuy
Demon
 
Posts: 857
Joined: Thu Oct 30, 2014 10:58 pm

PreviousNext

Return to Fanfics and Fanart

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 2 guests