The tale of Nokigon

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         Well, like EOM Harry is a poet I'm a storywriter at heart. I tho
        ught I'd make a Story of what happens in my past.
        
         Nokigon’s beginnings
             
         The boy was running. 
            
         He could hear the panting of men behind him. He knew that they’d kill him, if only for the slight charge of overhearing their plans. He had to run for his life- but he was tiring.
            
         Run. Run. Run. 
             
         He could hear them getting closer. They were men, after all, and he was a boy not yet reached thirteen. Soon they would reach him, and his short life would end.
            
         Run. Run. Run.
             
         The boy risked a look over his shoulder. He could see them, three men with scars on their faces. He could even see the things that would end his time in Illyria- cruel, short knives.
            
         Run. Run. Run!
             
         The men were nearly upon him. They wielded cruel, short blades- deadly ones. He upped the pace, but he couldn’t outrun them.
            
         Run! Run! RUN!
             
         If he stopped for a second they’d reach him. As it was… the boy wondered whether it would be quick.
            
         RUN! RUN! RU-
             
         A man had grabbed him from behind, cutting off his desperate flight. He attempted to fight, knowing it was hopeless. The man pulled him to face him. He saw the scarred face, the pitiless eyes, the black hair and the brand on his cheek.
            
         The knife readying to stab.
            
         Thwack!
             
         An arrow had suddenly flashed through the air and landed with a smack in between the man’s eyes. He gave a strangled cry and fell down. 
            
         The boy fell to the floor, and then jumped back up. He saw a shadowy figure leap at the remaining people- and there was at least six- and slaughter them in seconds. His sword looked like a bolt of silver lightning from the gods, come down to Illyria to punish the mortals. And once the terrible killing was done, the shadowy figure turned back to the young boy and stepped into the light. The boy studied the face of his saviour, and felt a flicker of relief.
            
         The man was young, 23 at the very most. A long scar went sideways across his face, but it was old. There was enough scars on his face to suggest military experience, but not enough to suggest he was constantly being struck.
            
         His eyes were blue, and had a hard line of steel running through them. They were the eyes of a man that had killed, and been hurt many times before. Yet they had a soft hint of compassion somewhere therein, along with a touch of pity and sympathy. He clearly felt deeply for this young boy.
            
         “Finished staring?” the man asked gently. The boy nodded softly.
            
         “Good. Now run, boy. There may be more people nearby. Run to your home, and don’t stop running until you are in the house with the door locked. Have you got that?” The boy nodded again, still in a daze. 
            
         “Then run!” The tone of command in his voice brooked no argument. The boy started to go, then stopped. He turned back.
            
         “Wait! I don’t even know your name!” The man looked him in the eyes, and a small light of approval flickered there.
            
         “Nokigon Cediris. Captain of the Guard in Mortifera. You?”
            
         “Tukkymukky.”
            
         Nokigon nodded, a small smile coming up at his lips. “Nice to meet you, Tukkymukky. Now RUN!” He actually shouted the last few words, and as if by a spell Tukkymukky was running. Running for his life. He risked a glance over his shoulder, and saw Nokigon readying himself once more. 
            
         To be continued…
           
         
        

Edited by Nokigon - 24 Apr 2011 at 10:49

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Nokigon Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster General Player Council - Historian Joined: 07 Nov 2010 Status: Offline Points: 1452	Topic: The tale of Nokigon Posted: 20 Mar 2011 at 08:09
	Well, like EOM Harry is a poet I'm a storywriter at heart. I tho ught I'd make a Story of what happens in my past. Nokigon’s beginnings The boy was running. He could hear the panting of men behind him. He knew that they’d kill him, if only for the slight charge of overhearing their plans. He had to run for his life- but he was tiring. Run. Run. Run. He could hear them getting closer. They were men, after all, and he was a boy not yet reached thirteen. Soon they would reach him, and his short life would end. Run. Run. Run. The boy risked a look over his shoulder. He could see them, three men with scars on their faces. He could even see the things that would end his time in Illyria- cruel, short knives. Run. Run. Run! The men were nearly upon him. They wielded cruel, short blades- deadly ones. He upped the pace, but he couldn’t outrun them. Run! Run! RUN! If he stopped for a second they’d reach him. As it was… the boy wondered whether it would be quick. RUN! RUN! RU- A man had grabbed him from behind, cutting off his desperate flight. He attempted to fight, knowing it was hopeless. The man pulled him to face him. He saw the scarred face, the pitiless eyes, the black hair and the brand on his cheek. The knife readying to stab. Thwack! An arrow had suddenly flashed through the air and landed with a smack in between the man’s eyes. He gave a strangled cry and fell down. The boy fell to the floor, and then jumped back up. He saw a shadowy figure leap at the remaining people- and there was at least six- and slaughter them in seconds. His sword looked like a bolt of silver lightning from the gods, come down to Illyria to punish the mortals. And once the terrible killing was done, the shadowy figure turned back to the young boy and stepped into the light. The boy studied the face of his saviour, and felt a flicker of relief. The man was young, 23 at the very most. A long scar went sideways across his face, but it was old. There was enough scars on his face to suggest military experience, but not enough to suggest he was constantly being struck. His eyes were blue, and had a hard line of steel running through them. They were the eyes of a man that had killed, and been hurt many times before. Yet they had a soft hint of compassion somewhere therein, along with a touch of pity and sympathy. He clearly felt deeply for this young boy. “Finished staring?” the man asked gently. The boy nodded softly. “Good. Now run, boy. There may be more people nearby. Run to your home, and don’t stop running until you are in the house with the door locked. Have you got that?” The boy nodded again, still in a daze. “Then run!” The tone of command in his voice brooked no argument. The boy started to go, then stopped. He turned back. “Wait! I don’t even know your name!” The man looked him in the eyes, and a small light of approval flickered there. “Nokigon Cediris. Captain of the Guard in Mortifera. You?” “Tukkymukky.” Nokigon nodded, a small smile coming up at his lips. “Nice to meet you, Tukkymukky. Now RUN!” He actually shouted the last few words, and as if by a spell Tukkymukky was running. Running for his life. He risked a glance over his shoulder, and saw Nokigon readying himself once more. To be continued… Edited by Nokigon - 24 Apr 2011 at 10:49

kicking5251 Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Wordsmith Joined: 16 Nov 2010 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 139	Posted: 20 Mar 2011 at 09:12
	/me is agonizing suspence

Nokigon Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster General Player Council - Historian Joined: 07 Nov 2010 Status: Offline Points: 1452	Posted: 20 Mar 2011 at 09:15
	Why, thank you. And to forestall the mile of posts.... No, I can't fix this this thing: Nokigon’s

Lord Loss Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Wordsmith Joined: 29 Dec 2010 Location: Ireland Status: Offline Points: 143	Posted: 20 Mar 2011 at 15:51
	Nice story
	Have a nice day :)

Nokigon Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster General Player Council - Historian Joined: 07 Nov 2010 Status: Offline Points: 1452	Posted: 20 Mar 2011 at 15:53
	Cheers. It will be updated

Nokigon Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster General Player Council - Historian Joined: 07 Nov 2010 Status: Offline Points: 1452	Posted: 26 Mar 2011 at 08:35
	Since the last version had massive issues, I'll type it all here: Nokigon watched the boy run off into the distance. He quickly commited the name to memory -Tukkymukky?' and then span around. He drew his sword. He smiled quietly to himself. These people were little more than thugs. They could not match against the greatest fighter in all of Tamirin. He quietly thought back to where it had all begun... For a while, all had been quiet in Mortifera. The Circle of Five, one of the principal enemies of the Kingdom of Illyria, had not tried to take over for nearly a year. Either they were trying someplace else, or they were planning some huge heinous plan. Why Mortifera was such a popular target, he had no clue. Not even the Citadel of King Sigurd was such a popular target- although there was one rumour... Nokigon pushed that out of his mind, and forced himself to remember. There may be something that he'd missed. But then, suddenly, in the last month there had been sightings. Members of the Marauding Skullsplitters had been sighted around town, and further investigation had revealed that they had been enlisted by the Circle of Five, to provide both espionage and eventually a surprise attack. The job fell to Nokigon to... end the holiday. But again, why? There were tales in the past of how the Circle had assisted the King in the past- the Great Marsh of Fygris was supposedly created by the Circle when they defended the King from attack against the Barbarians. And they aren't even properly attacking now, since there had been no reports of them combining their powers to attack. No, they just seemed to be making a nuisance out of themselves. The sound of feet on stone snapped him out of his reverie. Although he had defeated 6 Skullsplitters, there were still a good 24 odd remaining. And he couldn't defeat that number on his own. He lit a fire on the ground, to lower the possibility of surprise attacks (although it gave away his position) and blew the horn on his belt. He heard the boots suddenly double their pace. All he could do now was to try and hold them off until reinforcements arrived. The first Orc appeared from an alleyway. Grimly, Nokigon dived forward, his sword sweeping in murderous arcs.

James Russell Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Greenhorn Joined: 22 Mar 2011 Location: England Status: Offline Points: 50	Posted: 26 Mar 2011 at 08:38
	Nice read mate.

Bragdush the Bald Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Greenhorn Joined: 28 Feb 2011 Status: Offline Points: 74	Posted: 26 Mar 2011 at 09:32
	Good stuff Noki. When's the next instalment...

Nokigon Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster General Player Council - Historian Joined: 07 Nov 2010 Status: Offline Points: 1452	Posted: 26 Mar 2011 at 14:41
	Either tonight, tommorrow or next weekend. So basically... whenever I get time Edited by Nokigon - 26 Mar 2011 at 14:42

Gemley Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster Joined: 20 Feb 2011 Location: Ralidor Status: Offline Points: 586	Posted: 26 Mar 2011 at 15:41
	AMazing stuff, you should write a novel on Illyriad