[CaptMalcomReynolds]

This story is set in a mythical world. Basically, the world has seven artifacts, now lost to the world, which various warlords will fight over. As each artifact is acquired, the person acquires more strength and power. In the same way as my other story dealt with a rise of power to incredible levels, so will this story.

It's in the VERY early stages but here is what I have. (don't worry, no politics) lol. (No name for the story yet.)

Nestled in the highland valleys near the foot of the Forlorn Mountains lay the small, walled village of Drakensir. The village, with a population of roughly 1,200 hundred peasants, complete with forges, stables, and small wooden homes topped with straw and pitch, was covered in shadow as the dual moons Laken and Frost slowly rose over the horizon. This motley collection of civilization on the edges of the Ather Empire was protected by a large earthen mound upon which sat the rough hewn, and pointed logs from nearby Draken Forest, complete with palisades and guard towers. Upon these walls, 40 men from Drakensir watch kept a lonely vigil as the night winds moaned over the lonely expanses.

Within the great hall of Drakensir, the village’s children had gathered for the festival of Wakenight to mark the end of harvest and the beginning of another cold winter. In Drakensir, as in all villages and cities across the Ather Empire, citizens told stories, ignited candles ,and left out food for loved ones who had passed beyond the mortal realm. On Wakenight, the walls between the world of men and that beyond were treacherously thin. For young Rayne Janetha, Wakenight was a night of mystery and suspense as she watched Scathia, the village elder weave her Wakenight tale.

“Four thousand years ago, on Wakenight, a star fell from the heavens and touched Athereata and unleashing the God’s upon our world,” the old woman crowed in a cackled voice, as her wizened face hunched posture, and the disheveled, wispy, white hair adorning her head swiveled over the crowd. Children cringed as Scathia’s scarred face, complete with an expressionless milk white, and sightless eye, and the piercing blue eye of her left, fell upon them.  “When the star fell upon our world,  it split into seven pieces which men forged into the seven articles of power., the Star Stones. With them all, one could control the world. It was a time when chaos reigned between the tribes of men as each sought control over our world. It was age of fire. An age of the faithless…”

Scathia’s turned to look at Rayne and Rayne shivered as she felt Scathia’s expressionless white eye fall upon her, “It was a time of power for those who sought it…….”

Rayne felt herself swept away in the story…

[CaptMalcomReynolds]

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3,980 years ago

“Get behind the keep!”  Reena Hardyan screamed from the large stone battlements which blocked Hellfire pass as rain and lightening flashed around her in the darkness, “We must not let Jaina’s army past! If she gets the fifth Star Stone, she’ll be able to unlock it’s power!” She reared her horse on it’s hind legs. “Go! Go! Hurry!”

Reena Hardyan, leader of the new nation of Ather, adorned in black chain armor which covered her chest, complete with helm,  was beautiful as the lightening crashed around her. Her fair white skin, red hair, and green eyes watched as her army of 30,000 streamed behind the high walls of Hellfire keep. In the distance, she could hear the howling hordes of Jaina’s army as they marched in the mud, muck, and darkness upon the heals of the Ather army.

“Queen Hardyan!” a man rushed up to her horse where she was mounted.
“Yes,  General Marten?” She answered as she kept her gaze focused on the distance. In between flashes of lightening she could see Jaina’s army approach. She looked down at him.

“The Fourth Corp is still out there, they have 4,000 men left. They’re facing heavy attacks to the south and are doing a running retreat. However, Jaina’s armies are beginning to encircle them from behind. If we don’t….”

“Yes General Marten,” Reena said cutting him off, her green eyes piercing him. “I know, you take the First and Second Corp and man Hellfire Keep. Use the siege engines and catapults to hammer the enemy. Get the first oil trench ignited so we can block her advance. We’ll need the room .  I’ll lead a charge to the Fourth Corp using what remains of the Third Cavalry and make our way back here. Have men mount the East door to let us in Hellfire when we return.”

“But my Queen… surely you won’t lead the charge yours….”

“Yes. I will. Do you think me weak General?” She smiled teasingly down at him as he looked up at her. He did a quick appraisal of her and noticed her muscular thighs, made visible by the clinging wet cloth of her black breeches,  and the biceps and rippling muscles of arms which were bare and glistening in the rain.

He smiled up at her. “Surely not my Queen. Ride with strength.”

“To you as well my love. Keep my chambers warm,” she winked at him. “Third Cav! Form up and follow me! Ride with Strength!”

“Ride with Strength!” her army yelled as she spurred her horse in the direction of the embattled Fourth Corp, 1,000 horse rushing behind her.

“Ride with Strength, my queen,” General Marten whispered, “Come back safe my love.”

[CaptMalcomReynolds]

Not sure how well it will go over, but I have the first part of the story done.

http://www.brawna.org/stories/star-stones-nsfw

[yaracyrrah80]

Interesting.  I look forward to the next part.

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