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Post by mikhael on Oct 10, 2006 13:46:40 GMT -5
The Seven They were once all high members of the Kith Sociaty. Now, all seven are exiled. All seven are nomads. All seven are together. All seven are still fighting. All are the Seven. The Seven is them. This is their story. How they came to be. Who they were, who they've been, and who they are now. Hey guys...this is a background story on Mikhael and the other seven. I wrote it myself. So don't critisize it or I'll...lol...just kidding. I need your opinions on it. Dont add on yourself, just post what you think should happen next and i'll do my best to include it in here. If you think it sucks terribly, then write that. But also include ways I can make it better.
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Post by mikhael on Oct 10, 2006 13:56:05 GMT -5
Mihkael smiled as the guests arrived to his palace for dinner. He looked out over the tables full of food and people chatting with each other. His staff had decided to throw a gala to celebrate his return from a border skirmish to the north with the trolls that lived there. He sighed to himself as he remembered that last battle. But there was no time to reflect on what he had done. The guests needed tending to. He strode out to talk to one of the men he had recognized. It was Xiam, one of the men who had fought alongside him in the Troll Wars, as it was now being called. The wars had been going on now for years, the Kith people trying to keep the trolls out to prevent more deiseise from ravaging their people. Xiam spoke out to Mihkael as he approched. "Duke Mihkael, its good to see you again. Its been what, a week or two since we were fighting alongside each other for our lives?" Mihkael chuckled inwardly at the mans easy going nature, but on the outside he held an expression that betrayed no emotion. "Last I remember, You were on the ground with a gash to the side and I stood over you beating back trolls left and right." Xiam's expression feinted disbeleif as he said,"me, fall in battle? Never. But then, as I remember it, You barely held them off while I held them off your back."
Mihkael said,"well either way, its good to see you again." He shook his hand and strode to another corner off the room.
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Post by mikhael on Oct 10, 2006 15:35:18 GMT -5
The gala was going well. Everyone was having a good time. They had eaten dinner and now everyone watched as Mikhael prepared to give a speech. He walked in front of everyone and was about to begin when Kithian soldiers poured into the room. They surrounded Mikhael and the captain said for all to hear. " You, Mikhael, have been found guilty of high treason to the crown of Kith. You are to be arrested and sent to the executioners block in three days." with that, the guards grabbed Mikhael and bound him. He tried to fight back as they tied his arms and the captain hit his head with his gautleted fist, sending Mikhael into unconsiosness...
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Post by mikhael on Oct 10, 2006 15:48:48 GMT -5
He was back in the northern lands. He stood in the rain, with several other soldiers beside him. The sound of rain on metal was barely audible against the roar of the trolls that surrounded them. He readied his katana, not sure what use it would be against the oncoming hordes of trolls. He could only hold his own for so long. They came with a rush, barley seen through the dense rain and the nighttime and all. Until they were right in your face, and by then, it was usually too late. The first one swung a huge axe at Mikhael, and he barely avoided losing his head. He pulled his sword up towards the exposed midsection of the troll, and felt it hit flesh. The troll fell to the ground as blood gushed from the fatal wound. Another troll with a scythe fell next, only to have three more take its place. Mikhael began to tire. He had hoped to gain an advantage by getting some information, and had brought some help along. But now, he regretted doing so. He had no doubt the main army new he was gone now, and he knew no help would come. He cut down the last few trolls and saw a clearing in their forces. In front of him lay a few buildings. he motioned to Xiam beside him and they dashed forward towards them. They put their backs to the wall and began to fight again. Mikhael thought he heard something coming from over the next hill, and fear shot through him. If any more help came for the trolls, then there was a zero chance that he would get out alive. Right now, if he could get to the treeline, he might be able to loose the trolls in the woods. The rain lightened up and he could see a line of troops crest the hill. He saw the flag of Kith and cheered. The line of men surged foward into the trolls rear flank. they began to cut into it, bringing down many a troll. Mikhael collapsed out of exhaustion...his last thought of all the trolls being beaten into the woods...
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