Six more parts until the series has the finale of Book I: The Star... As I'm looking ahead to Book II, I'm wondering what suggestions you would like to make not for the content of my posts, but if you'd like a different schedule of posting or other stuff related to how I do the stories that you would like changed for Book II...
Part XXX: Over Plain
Date: Amanela 17th, 114 A.U.
A small slick enclosed cruiser that was a bit bigger than the hover cars that were commonly used before the Great Upheaval, and was also better armored and manned with guns, flew ten feet above the grassy plains of the Renior. Inside of the vehicle were two goblins and a Sla’ad.
“These plains used to mark a constant feuding point between the elves and the humans,” Reynyagn was saying. “The elves’ lands were to the west, while the humans in the east, and this was where their boundaries met and intermingled. Usualy it was only diplomatic struggles as opposed to wars, but it was still a constant feud before…” Reynyagn paused.
“You know a lot about this sort of stuff,” Flek casually remarked while moving a piece in his game of Regicide against Reklen. Reklen was the only person that Flek could really call a good friend, and thus he was the only person Flek wanted to bring with him. Reynyagn was watching the game and sometimes commenting on their moves.
“I should,” Reynyagn said bitterly. “I watched the whole drama play out of the elves’ attack, though in prison.”
“In prison?” Flek asked.
“It was the only reason I escaped the Great Massacre of the Sla’ad,” Reynyagn said. “I watched Falshorn and all of my companions die; they only took me hostage, having scattered and destroyed all the other Sla’ad, for specimen use I suppose and such. Fortunately for my sake, I suppose, after capturing me, they didn’t do much with me except to leave me alone.” There was heavy bitterness in his voice. “Sometimes they came to talk with me or question me, but not often. Only one human seemed to care about me, and she was specially targeted and killed by the elves for her high government position.”
“I’m sorry,” Flek said, making a move.
“Do not be overly sorry for me,” Reynyagn said. “I may have been in prison, but they gave me a fair amount of freedom in how much information I could absorb. It was because of the readings and studies and watchings of the affairs of them that I got a foundation to be able to lead the scattered Sla’ad. Without that, I do not think I would have been able to keep us alive and under the threat and watching eyes of the elves in the sky.”
“Well that’s all good, I suppose then…” Flek said, pondering the position on the board.
“Where do you think the star leads?” Reklen asked, his enjoyment of his advanced position in the board obvious.
“I have been trying to track it,” Reynyagn said after making sure that the vehicle’s automatic straight course would still be going well. “According to my estimates, it appears to be pointing north to the mountains.”
“Wonder what we’ll find there,” Reklen said. “The other members of your prophesy team?”
“That’s what I’m hoping,” Reynyagn said. “Back in the old days, the dwarves had control and rule over the mountains. Mayhaps we will still find some of them in the North. I pray that they have not been completely exterminated by the elves. If we find no one, then I suppose that we’re just going to have to set up camp there and wait until we find someone. The prophesy said that the star would bring all of the members together, and I trust the prophesy to eventually bring them all here. Depending on how things play out, I’m hoping to hit the mountains in four days or so. If my memory suffices me, though, I think there’s a good bit of jungle around the mountains, so we’ll have to see how that is.” At that moment, a beeping noise began. Reynyagn moved to the controls as Flek made a move on the board.
“Flek!” Reynyagn said. “Reklen—come up here.” The two moved up to the front to see some sort of air ship in the distance.
“An elven craft?” Flek asked.
“And not just any elven craft,” Reynyagn said. “Look at the size of it that’s on the radar! That isn’t any of their flying cities, and for it to be that size and not to be one of their cities means one thing: the Mothership.” A chill ran down Flek’s spine. He had heard many stories about the Mothership, the head of the Imperial Fleet of the Elves that roamed the skies searching for any survivors down below to either kill them or enslave them in one of their work cities.
“It’s coming toward us by the looks of it,” Reynyagn said. “And there are usually a lot of smaller vehicles flanking it and looking for people. So there is no way that we are going to let ourselves get anywhere close to that beast. So we’re going to turn to the east away from them and pray that they don’t notice us on the radars.”
“This machine has our radar-scrambling signals,” Flek commented.
“Mayhaps it will lead them off,” Reynyagn said. “Mayhaps it won’t. You forget that they now know that your people live in the forest and that their signals aren’t reaching them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already figured out that somethings wrong.”
“Wait!” Flek said. “You don’t think that the Mothership is heading towards-”
“You can pray that they don’t,” Reynyagn said. “The Mothership would indeed be useless for its ship since the trees in your forest would block off them using the Mothership to attack—at least—it would very much slow it down, but the amount of men on it…” Reynyagn seemed to ponder it. “At the very least, I’ll send a message to Lord Freglak,” he said, sitting down at the computer. They’d gotten an operating system to correspond with Lord Freglak through a satellite in space that had been put up before the Great Upheaval and had been since long-forgotten. “Although I’m not sure if there’s anything he would do. In the Mothership’s one hundred and fifteen year history, it hasn’t lost any battles. And it’s won huge battles, and razed great cities. When thinking about the Mothership, remember this. It is because of that monstrosity that the elves were able to conquer Arquenia. And it is with that that they rule the skies.”
Question of the Week:What would you like changed about the method of posting?
Part XXX: Over Plain
Date: Amanela 17th, 114 A.U.
A small slick enclosed cruiser that was a bit bigger than the hover cars that were commonly used before the Great Upheaval, and was also better armored and manned with guns, flew ten feet above the grassy plains of the Renior. Inside of the vehicle were two goblins and a Sla’ad.
“These plains used to mark a constant feuding point between the elves and the humans,” Reynyagn was saying. “The elves’ lands were to the west, while the humans in the east, and this was where their boundaries met and intermingled. Usualy it was only diplomatic struggles as opposed to wars, but it was still a constant feud before…” Reynyagn paused.
“You know a lot about this sort of stuff,” Flek casually remarked while moving a piece in his game of Regicide against Reklen. Reklen was the only person that Flek could really call a good friend, and thus he was the only person Flek wanted to bring with him. Reynyagn was watching the game and sometimes commenting on their moves.
“I should,” Reynyagn said bitterly. “I watched the whole drama play out of the elves’ attack, though in prison.”
“In prison?” Flek asked.
“It was the only reason I escaped the Great Massacre of the Sla’ad,” Reynyagn said. “I watched Falshorn and all of my companions die; they only took me hostage, having scattered and destroyed all the other Sla’ad, for specimen use I suppose and such. Fortunately for my sake, I suppose, after capturing me, they didn’t do much with me except to leave me alone.” There was heavy bitterness in his voice. “Sometimes they came to talk with me or question me, but not often. Only one human seemed to care about me, and she was specially targeted and killed by the elves for her high government position.”
“I’m sorry,” Flek said, making a move.
“Do not be overly sorry for me,” Reynyagn said. “I may have been in prison, but they gave me a fair amount of freedom in how much information I could absorb. It was because of the readings and studies and watchings of the affairs of them that I got a foundation to be able to lead the scattered Sla’ad. Without that, I do not think I would have been able to keep us alive and under the threat and watching eyes of the elves in the sky.”
“Well that’s all good, I suppose then…” Flek said, pondering the position on the board.
“Where do you think the star leads?” Reklen asked, his enjoyment of his advanced position in the board obvious.
“I have been trying to track it,” Reynyagn said after making sure that the vehicle’s automatic straight course would still be going well. “According to my estimates, it appears to be pointing north to the mountains.”
“Wonder what we’ll find there,” Reklen said. “The other members of your prophesy team?”
“That’s what I’m hoping,” Reynyagn said. “Back in the old days, the dwarves had control and rule over the mountains. Mayhaps we will still find some of them in the North. I pray that they have not been completely exterminated by the elves. If we find no one, then I suppose that we’re just going to have to set up camp there and wait until we find someone. The prophesy said that the star would bring all of the members together, and I trust the prophesy to eventually bring them all here. Depending on how things play out, I’m hoping to hit the mountains in four days or so. If my memory suffices me, though, I think there’s a good bit of jungle around the mountains, so we’ll have to see how that is.” At that moment, a beeping noise began. Reynyagn moved to the controls as Flek made a move on the board.
“Flek!” Reynyagn said. “Reklen—come up here.” The two moved up to the front to see some sort of air ship in the distance.
“An elven craft?” Flek asked.
“And not just any elven craft,” Reynyagn said. “Look at the size of it that’s on the radar! That isn’t any of their flying cities, and for it to be that size and not to be one of their cities means one thing: the Mothership.” A chill ran down Flek’s spine. He had heard many stories about the Mothership, the head of the Imperial Fleet of the Elves that roamed the skies searching for any survivors down below to either kill them or enslave them in one of their work cities.
“It’s coming toward us by the looks of it,” Reynyagn said. “And there are usually a lot of smaller vehicles flanking it and looking for people. So there is no way that we are going to let ourselves get anywhere close to that beast. So we’re going to turn to the east away from them and pray that they don’t notice us on the radars.”
“This machine has our radar-scrambling signals,” Flek commented.
“Mayhaps it will lead them off,” Reynyagn said. “Mayhaps it won’t. You forget that they now know that your people live in the forest and that their signals aren’t reaching them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already figured out that somethings wrong.”
“Wait!” Flek said. “You don’t think that the Mothership is heading towards-”
“You can pray that they don’t,” Reynyagn said. “The Mothership would indeed be useless for its ship since the trees in your forest would block off them using the Mothership to attack—at least—it would very much slow it down, but the amount of men on it…” Reynyagn seemed to ponder it. “At the very least, I’ll send a message to Lord Freglak,” he said, sitting down at the computer. They’d gotten an operating system to correspond with Lord Freglak through a satellite in space that had been put up before the Great Upheaval and had been since long-forgotten. “Although I’m not sure if there’s anything he would do. In the Mothership’s one hundred and fifteen year history, it hasn’t lost any battles. And it’s won huge battles, and razed great cities. When thinking about the Mothership, remember this. It is because of that monstrosity that the elves were able to conquer Arquenia. And it is with that that they rule the skies.”
Question of the Week:What would you like changed about the method of posting?
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