((No, this is not about a island of outcasts.. sorry if that confuses ya..
I truly do not excect alot of people to read this, counting that I am new to the fourms and stuff , but this story and background for Xan Fireblood, a dark elf who, oddly enough, is a Inventer and uses technology to defeat his enemys.. This story is to show how he got to CoH, why he loves technology, and.. Why he recived the scar on his left eye. I had always talked about this land when i was a kid, and now I type about it, for fun.. Enjoy! p.s: i hope to get a pic of Xan in the Crey files soon..))
Prologue
Firewood, a large, resourcefull, Island on the planet of DimondShard, Its sun a great blue, its ocean saltless, and its creatures so exotic... This land was once inhabit by the ancient dwarves called the IronBeards, and the BladeSkins, or Humans as they are called on earth. These two races fought in epic wars during the Iron Age, altough the races never made a great inpact in the land.. Till one day, a new IronBeard king rose into power, and he used the ancient spells of the Ru A'na, and iron forged from a Black Dragon's bones, to make a powerful weapon: The Cannon of Bright Eye (The god of the blue sun). They used it on the Bladeskins, but also killed themselves in the process.. About 83% of the life in Firewood was gone, and the only evidence of this battle are some parts, ruins, and the great trees, called AshWoods, were greatly burned. Ashwoods never die, unless cut down, so they sirpass the elemets and age itself, thus, there rings in the trunks tell most of time itself..
Years pass, Ironage leaves about 1000 years later.. Then, a new age takes it place.. It was called, the Water's age, where, most of civilations in other islands devloped and produced boats.. The first and best race that made these boats were the Dark Elves, or Shadow skins as they were called in other islands. The Dark elves were never great with technology, but they produced boats to catch fish for there tribes, and raid High elf's villages if they were bandit Shadow Skins. Once Dark Elf, named Ze'har Fireblood, was one the Singing Nymph, a fine and study ship, when it was set off course, and into unknown waters. Many of the crew were frightened and bewildered, but Ze'har inspired them to live on, and live on they did.. Then, land was spotted, and that island was Firewood.
Firewood was mostly a dessert when the Dark Elfs arrived, but, animals such as the Burlock, a creture with a pig's head, a horse's body, and a tasty meal when cooked, lived there.. Platnium and gold were almost a common resouce, and Dragons roamed free in the skys, blowing fire from there nosrials, and eatting great chunks of iron for their mighty bones. There were also the mighty AshWoods, that grew plentlyful, despite that the land itself was just sand, were there, and the fires it made would not die out, only if they drenched water on it.
Thus, Ze'har and his crew drew out the route, brought more Dark Elves from other tribes and clans from the dreaded island called Coal's Breath, and resided there in Firewood, becoming the new natives of the island..
Chapter one, The Hunt
(( 1000 years after the discovery from Ze'har Firewood.. The age is now called New Age.))
Night. Night was pleasent in Firewood. The two moons, Elch and Moona, were both full, appered close and wide in the skys of Firewood.
The sand dunes were forming in the great piles from the gentle wind, and the stars beamed brightly. A lone oasis was formed in the desert, some Ashwood trees residing, but mostly normal palm trees, a few grass patches somehow attached itself to the ground. A giant creature, that appered to be a one ton giant gecko, two rino horns on its head, and scales bloody red, was lapping great gallons of water from the small lake that resided in the oasis. At the edges of the oasis, dunes surrond it like a circle.. Then, a group of figures come down from a dune at the left side of the oasis, one holding a torch to show there way and revel their fetures. They were Dark Elfs. Most of them had short, black hair, bloody red eyes, and skin nearly the color of smoke. They held a spear in each hand, carved Ashwood planks served as handles, and the posioned fang of a Red Dragon postioned as a spear point. They wore only leather pants, where chest's revelved scars or magic runes.One member of the group outmached them all, and was least common of the dozen Dark Elfs that were there.
His name, was Xan Fireblood.
He, as most Dark Elf clans in Firewood knows, is the heir of the BloodLight clan, whom Ren Fireblood is cheif of. His hair was longer then the others, his skin also darker. He bared many runes on his body, and his eyes were more of a rusty red, insteed of the blood red like his fellow tribesmen. He knew that prey was big, and it could kill them, but then...
That made it a better hunt.
His group were close to the oasis now, Xan looked at this group and put his index finger on his mouth, indecating that they must be slient and quiet... Slowly the groups bear feet left the loose sands of the dessert, to the soft grass of the oasis. They saw the beast, they pulled back there spears as they were about to be thrown.. But, then one of the tribemen sneezed, and the beast turned its giant eye balls at them, and it gave out a long hiss. The group scattered, however, and one was left there standing in great fear. The beast galloped foward, its great lizard tounge showing, all forked and pink, and its eyes in a eyes in a bloodlust.. The horrified Dark Elf dropped its spear foolishly, and spread his hands on his face, not wanting to stare at the beast's horrible, cold, blue eyes.
The horns of the beast went though his heart and his head.
The beast gave a long hiss, shoke the body violently, and slamed it into the group. Then, it reveled its two rows of sharp teeth, and began to eat the now dead Dark Elf, blood now staining the once green grass. Xan could not belive what happened.. He watched the whole thing from atop a AshTree.. The young Dark Elf that died was only 123 years old.. 'He was to young to come...' Xan thought '..This is not the way it should have ended..' Xan griped the trunk he held on to, a great rage developed in his heart and soul '.. That.. That..' tears now fell from his eyes, but his face was still in rage. He griped his spear, he now was preparing to leep, and his mind set on one thing:
To kill the beast..
He gave a loud, blood curling battle cry, and lepted from the branch, his spear now grasped about his head, both his hands gripping with all his might. The beast looked up, gave a hiss, its two rows of bloody, sharp teeth revealing, and its bloody horn driping blood on its nose. Xan crused at the taunting beast, and lunged his spear into its left eye.. The spearpoint went though the beast skull, and into its brain. There, the posion began to toxicate the brain.. Xan turned the spear in his grip to make more pain and posion go into the beast, and then pulled the now bloody spear out of the beast's eye. The beast was now delrius, it's eye sight shorten, a weak sensation from losing blood, and the burning of poision in its vains. The beast gave one more loud hiss, then fell on the ground, its face infront of Xan.
Xan gave another blood curling yell, followed by his fellow tribesmen, whom returned to see their prince killing the beast.. He has killed the beast, and brought pride to his tribe, and revenge to the death that the beast brought.. He was fit to be the chief of BloodLight..
(( Working on the next chapter, bring in the nagging comments!! ))
Firewood, A outcast's land
, but this story and background for Xan Fireblood, a dark elf who, oddly enough, is a Inventer and uses technology to defeat his enemys.. This story is to show how he got to CoH, why he loves technology, and.. Why he recived the scar on his left eye. I had always talked about this land when i was a kid, and now I type about it, for fun.. Enjoy! p.s: i hope to get a pic of Xan in the Crey files soon..))
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By GearofWar
((No, this is not about a island of outcasts.. sorry if that confuses ya..
I truly do not excect alot of people to read this, counting that I am new to the fourms and stuff
Prologue
Firewood, a large, resourcefull, Island on the planet of DimondShard, Its sun a great blue, its ocean saltless, and its creatures so exotic... This land was once inhabit by the ancient dwarves called the IronBeards, and the BladeSkins, or Humans as they are called on earth. These two races fought in epic wars during the Iron Age, altough the races never made a great inpact in the land.. Till one day, a new IronBeard king rose into power, and he used the ancient spells of the Ru A'na, and iron forged from a Black Dragon's bones, to make a powerful weapon: The Cannon of Bright Eye (The god of the blue sun). They used it on the Bladeskins, but also killed themselves in the process.. About 83% of the life in Firewood was gone, and the only evidence of this battle are some parts, ruins, and the great trees, called AshWoods, were greatly burned. Ashwoods never die, unless cut down, so they sirpass the elemets and age itself, thus, there rings in the trunks tell most of time itself..
Years pass, Ironage leaves about 1000 years later.. Then, a new age takes it place.. It was called, the Water's age, where, most of civilations in other islands devloped and produced boats.. The first and best race that made these boats were the Dark Elves, or Shadow skins as they were called in other islands. The Dark elves were never great with technology, but they produced boats to catch fish for there tribes, and raid High elf's villages if they were bandit Shadow Skins. Once Dark Elf, named Ze'har Fireblood, was one the Singing Nymph, a fine and study ship, when it was set off course, and into unknown waters. Many of the crew were frightened and bewildered, but Ze'har inspired them to live on, and live on they did.. Then, land was spotted, and that island was Firewood.
Firewood was mostly a dessert when the Dark Elfs arrived, but, animals such as the Burlock, a creture with a pig's head, a horse's body, and a tasty meal when cooked, lived there.. Platnium and gold were almost a common resouce, and Dragons roamed free in the skys, blowing fire from there nosrials, and eatting great chunks of iron for their mighty bones. There were also the mighty AshWoods, that grew plentlyful, despite that the land itself was just sand, were there, and the fires it made would not die out, only if they drenched water on it.
Thus, Ze'har and his crew drew out the route, brought more Dark Elves from other tribes and clans from the dreaded island called Coal's Breath, and resided there in Firewood, becoming the new natives of the island..
Chapter one, The Hunt
(( 1000 years after the discovery from Ze'har Firewood.. The age is now called New Age.))
Night. Night was pleasent in Firewood. The two moons, Elch and Moona, were both full, appered close and wide in the skys of Firewood.
The sand dunes were forming in the great piles from the gentle wind, and the stars beamed brightly. A lone oasis was formed in the desert, some Ashwood trees residing, but mostly normal palm trees, a few grass patches somehow attached itself to the ground. A giant creature, that appered to be a one ton giant gecko, two rino horns on its head, and scales bloody red, was lapping great gallons of water from the small lake that resided in the oasis. At the edges of the oasis, dunes surrond it like a circle.. Then, a group of figures come down from a dune at the left side of the oasis, one holding a torch to show there way and revel their fetures. They were Dark Elfs. Most of them had short, black hair, bloody red eyes, and skin nearly the color of smoke. They held a spear in each hand, carved Ashwood planks served as handles, and the posioned fang of a Red Dragon postioned as a spear point. They wore only leather pants, where chest's revelved scars or magic runes.One member of the group outmached them all, and was least common of the dozen Dark Elfs that were there.
His name, was Xan Fireblood.
He, as most Dark Elf clans in Firewood knows, is the heir of the BloodLight clan, whom Ren Fireblood is cheif of. His hair was longer then the others, his skin also darker. He bared many runes on his body, and his eyes were more of a rusty red, insteed of the blood red like his fellow tribesmen. He knew that prey was big, and it could kill them, but then...
That made it a better hunt.
His group were close to the oasis now, Xan looked at this group and put his index finger on his mouth, indecating that they must be slient and quiet... Slowly the groups bear feet left the loose sands of the dessert, to the soft grass of the oasis. They saw the beast, they pulled back there spears as they were about to be thrown.. But, then one of the tribemen sneezed, and the beast turned its giant eye balls at them, and it gave out a long hiss. The group scattered, however, and one was left there standing in great fear. The beast galloped foward, its great lizard tounge showing, all forked and pink, and its eyes in a eyes in a bloodlust.. The horrified Dark Elf dropped its spear foolishly, and spread his hands on his face, not wanting to stare at the beast's horrible, cold, blue eyes.
The horns of the beast went though his heart and his head.
The beast gave a long hiss, shoke the body violently, and slamed it into the group. Then, it reveled its two rows of sharp teeth, and began to eat the now dead Dark Elf, blood now staining the once green grass. Xan could not belive what happened.. He watched the whole thing from atop a AshTree.. The young Dark Elf that died was only 123 years old.. 'He was to young to come...' Xan thought '..This is not the way it should have ended..' Xan griped the trunk he held on to, a great rage developed in his heart and soul '.. That.. That..' tears now fell from his eyes, but his face was still in rage. He griped his spear, he now was preparing to leep, and his mind set on one thing:
To kill the beast..
He gave a loud, blood curling battle cry, and lepted from the branch, his spear now grasped about his head, both his hands gripping with all his might. The beast looked up, gave a hiss, its two rows of bloody, sharp teeth revealing, and its bloody horn driping blood on its nose. Xan crused at the taunting beast, and lunged his spear into its left eye.. The spearpoint went though the beast skull, and into its brain. There, the posion began to toxicate the brain.. Xan turned the spear in his grip to make more pain and posion go into the beast, and then pulled the now bloody spear out of the beast's eye. The beast was now delrius, it's eye sight shorten, a weak sensation from losing blood, and the burning of poision in its vains. The beast gave one more loud hiss, then fell on the ground, its face infront of Xan.
Xan gave another blood curling yell, followed by his fellow tribesmen, whom returned to see their prince killing the beast.. He has killed the beast, and brought pride to his tribe, and revenge to the death that the beast brought.. He was fit to be the chief of BloodLight..
(( Working on the next chapter, bring in the nagging comments!!