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| Targon Moonrise |
Posted - 01 Apr 2003 : 00:57:47
Please tell me what you think.
Many shady figures leaped from shadow to shadow. All that could be seen was the dull white of their hair and evil glint in their eyes. They were hunting not an animal but the village of moon elves.
“Come on Targon, join in the dance!” a female voice called from the fire in the center of the village.
“I’ll come mom, don’t worry!” a young moon elf called back as he scanned the shadows then turned toward the fire.
A shadow lunged, his sword straight at the young elf’s back, but was turned aside as the young elf whirled about and delivered a vicious back slash to the Drow’s throat. More forms seemed to materialize out of the shadows. At the front of them stood a well-built Drow with a long, black sword in his hand and a sneer on his face.
“Elgg lil darthiir che’el!” the warrior screamed in the Drow language, the throng of Drow surging forward.
“To arms!” Targon yelled as he bolted past the fire and the mob of Moon elves around it.
The elves shattered as they ran to their homes to retrieve their weapons. Targon stopped next to a wise-looking female elf. The elf had long, lustrous silver hair and wore soft robes but had a blade belted at her side.
“Mom, our attackers are Drow!” Targon spit as he ran away from the woman to help another elf would have been skewered on a Drow’s pike. |
| 13 L A T E S T R E P L I E S (Newest First) |
| The Sage |
Posted - 06 May 2003 : 12:20:29
Thank you most gracious Targon.
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| Targon Moonrise |
Posted - 06 May 2003 : 01:00:07
I would be honored for my tale to join your travelogue. My story is is slow in coming and it might take a few days to come to the light, but it should come sometime. |
| The Sage |
Posted - 03 May 2003 : 17:27:03
Greetings,
 This is impressive Targon. I would even go as far to say that it may deserve a place in my travelogue, if you would allow it?.
Also, are there to be further tales of this most interesting character?. He seems to have great story-potential.
Once again, well done.
Good learning...
- The Sage of Perth: For all your Realms lore needs
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| Targon Moonrise |
Posted - 04 Apr 2003 : 03:49:31
Thank you. I prize my Moonblade greatly. |
| Yasraena |
Posted - 04 Apr 2003 : 02:41:22
Ahhhhh! Your tales of your past at the Inn are finally unveiled. I often wondered exactly how you came by that magnificent weapon you carry. Wield it well, in your mother's honor. |
| Targon Moonrise |
Posted - 03 Apr 2003 : 00:11:09
I'm sorry to say, his whole village worships Sehanine Moonbow.
Next part:
Targon’s mom, leader of the village, slid her blade out of its sheath. It glowed with a faint blue tint. Six runes adorned the flat of the blade as Targon’s mom, Eilafel Moonrise, flew forward into the fray, her Moonblade striking death in its wake.
Targon ripped his sword from the throat of the Drow he had just stopped. Blood flew and landed on Targon’s face, only heightening his look of extreme hatred for the Drow.
Eilafel glided along, her robes flying behind her as her Moonblade slide through a Drow’s thigh and into another’s abdomen. The second Drow brought his sword to parry the Moonblade but it came too late as the Moonblade exploded through his back, spraying the Drow behind him with the dieing Drow’s blood.
The warrior easily parried an attack from an elven Kensai then delivered a vicious backslash that sent the elf’s head rolling off its neck. The warrior slid behind Eilafel and tried to end her life there but his sword was sent wide and his hands sent a numbing blow as Eilafel’s Moonblade drove the warrior’s sword aside.
“You fight well, moon elf. I bet you don’t remember me. Let me refresh your memory. We met 74 years ago!” the warrior laughed as he ducked a swing of the Moonblade.
“May your body rot and your soul be tortured for all eternity by the goddess you believe in!” Eilafel yelled as she doubled her effort.
“The name’s Tathlyn Everhate of Menzoberranzan!” the warrior snarled back as he struck aside Eilafel’s Moonblade and backslashed her, opening a gash in her chest.
“May you rot in the Nine Hells!” Eilafel gasped as her body lost its function and she fell to the ground.
“You murderer! You’ll die by my hand, dad!” Targon screamed as he ran from his latest kill, straight toward his dad.
Targon fainted right then rocked left and slashed at his dad’s open left side, ripping a hole in his dad’s Piwafai and chain mail.
Tathlyn stopped his son’s blade before it hit skin then tried to backslash him like Tathlyn had did to his mom, but his blade was sent wide by the dagger that appeared in his son’s open hand.
“I am Targon Moonrise, son of Eilafel Moonrise, leader of Foresthaven. You raped my mom then left her to die. Well, your carelessness will be your death!” Targon roared as he slashed from both sides, his dagger sent flying from his hand by his dad’s sword but his sword carving a deep gouge in his father’s side.
Tathlyn gasped his sword in both hands then slammed his sword as hard as he could into his son’s blade, sending his son’s sword flying into the dark and jarring his own sword from the numbing force of the blow.
“You die now!” Targon roared like a mighty lion as he sent his fist flying into his father’s face, feeling his father’s jaw crumple with the force.
Tathlyn kicked with all his strength, sending Targon flying away, to land next to his dead mom.
“No young whelp can defeat me, Tathlyn Everhate, Weaponmaster of House Everhate!” Tathlyn roared in defiance of his son’s statement.
Targon got to his feet, a mask of hatred plastered on his face. He suddenly bolted toward Tathlyn, scooping up the glowing blade that had belonged to his mother. He swept the blade in an upward arch, severing Tathlyn’s right leg at the knee and arm at the shoulder.
“You die at my hands!” Targon stated forcefully, one word at a time.
Targon brought the blade up then brought the sword down, cutting the hand from the Drow that was trying to sneak up from behind him.
Targon whirled around and beheaded the surprised Drow before the shock of losing his hand registered in his mind. Targon slowly turned back to his dad, who was lying on the ground, not able to get up.
Targon slowly raised the blade then brought it down into his father’s throat. Tathlyn gave a few gargled breaths then was silenced forever.
The fighting lasted for another thirty minutes before the band of twenty Drow were brought to their deaths. The village had suffered worst than the small band, losing fifty able-bodied villagers.
Targon walked up to his dad’s corpse and looked him over for any items that Targon could use. Targon slid a simple gold ring with a single small ruby embedded in it off his dad’s hand and slid it onto his right index finger. He also took the dagger that was sheathed at his dad’s waist.
Targon kneeled over his mom, looking into her lifeless eyes when two villagers came up behind him.
“Targon, what should we do? We have only 25 people left in the village, 15 of them are still child. That is not enough to keep us living through the winter,” a wise looking elf pleaded with the new leader of the village.
“We leave the village. All may go where they want. But before we leave, we must bury our dead and trust in the goddess, Sehanine Moonbow, to take them to Arvander.” Targon replied grimly as he stood up, after take the Moonblade’s sheath from his mother’s waist and affixed it on his belt.
The villagers were told the plans and they set to work giving their loved ones honorable funerals. After all were buried, the survivors gathered in front of Targon’s hut.
“You all fought bravely against the Drow. I wish all of you safety in your travels. May the goddess watch and guard you all on your journeys,” Targon solemnly announced as he took up his travel pack and handed to the north while the rest scattered to the four directions. |
| Yasraena |
Posted - 02 Apr 2003 : 10:16:35
Too short! Too short! How dare you leave us hanging like that!
Seriously, good job. Keep it coming. Could the mother perhaps be a worshiper of Ellistraee? |
| Sadonayerah Odrydin |
Posted - 02 Apr 2003 : 05:11:13
 You know I wouldn't lie about something like this. Honestly, what I said is truely my opinion. Please post more soon! (I'm working on a part for Sadon's story that I'm going to post up here sometime...I just don't know when....) |
| Targon Moonrise |
Posted - 02 Apr 2003 : 05:00:45
Thanks a lot Sadon. It means a lot coming from you, since you're my friend and would never lie, would you? |
| Sadonayerah Odrydin |
Posted - 02 Apr 2003 : 04:55:51
Hey good job on this Targon. It sounds really good so far. Please post more soon if you can. (when you write it that is   ). I'd be interested to see what happens next. |
| Artalis |
Posted - 01 Apr 2003 : 17:51:55
Good stuff.
One recommendation: Try to break up the text as it makes the story easier to read.
But all in all very good. Let's see some more! |
| Targon Moonrise |
Posted - 01 Apr 2003 : 03:23:25
Thank you for your complament. Right now, that's all I have done. But I'll try to wreite some more soon. |
| Hendrindar |
Posted - 01 Apr 2003 : 01:47:08
great so far... please post the rest of it soon.... |
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