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His path was predetermined before his birth. An oracle foretold, that he will make such great deeds that would rival those of the ancient forgotten heroes of the past.
Well, he was quite a tough bastard, that's for sure. But no real surprise in that. All of his forefathers were like him. All were prophesied to be great fighters and they all lived up to the prophecy. Actually they all lived to grow old and die in their beds.
That thought often lingered in his mind before a battle, but was usually dismissed quickly by the roars and shouts of his men, enraging themselves before the onslaught. And this time was no better.
Like a giant fiery snake, the enemy hailed from the frigid mountain top, chasing away the last hours of the night with their thousand torches. They finally reached the foot of the mountain. Took up formation and before he could realize what was happening, the torches left the hands of their masters and flew right at them.
- flaming arrows! - cried someone at his back.
Old reflexes kicked in and he raised his shield without thinking. But most wasn't that lucky. Many fell with their blades still shamefully clean in their hands.
A mad fury engulfed the remaining as they charged. They threw themselves at the enemy, hacking and slashing without concern.
Soon, hills of cadavers greeted the rising sun.
But what was thought to be the first rays of dawn, was in fact a strange blaze, radiating from the distant horizon. The unholy light twisted the fallen bodies, sewn their wounds and closed the gashes. The limbs reattached to the tormented torsos to grasp their weapons once again. But they wasn't quite alive.
He and his men came to their senses and renewed the attack, but the grey army didn't feel no pain no more.
Despite their strength and prowess, slowly all perished from the relentless bony fists. All but he. He who could not die, whilst among the dead. No sword could cut his flesh. No mace could crush his skull.
Crazed form the horror, he suddenly remembered his ancestors. Their unnatural long years, in spite of their violent lives. One thing was common in them.
He reached for his only heirloom, grabbed it firmly and thrusted it into the ground till its hilt. When he let it go, the ancient charm broke and the horde torn him apart.
The blade was never found.
Some say that it found it's way back to the sky from where it once came. Shining as a star, bringing hope to those in their hour of need.
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hellize wrote: Wed Feb 17, 2021 8:55 pm His path was predetermined before his birth. An oracle foretold, that he will make such great deeds that would rival those of the ancient forgotten heroes of the past.
Well, he was quite a tough bastard, that's for sure. But no real surprise in that. All of his forefathers were like him. All were prophesied to be great fighters and they all lived up to the prophecy. Actually they all lived to grow old and die in their beds.
That thought often lingered in his mind before a battle, but was usually dismissed quickly by the roars and shouts of his men, enraging themselves before the onslaught. And this time was no better.
Like a giant fiery snake, the enemy hailed from the frigid mountain top, chasing away the last hours of the night with their thousand torches. They finally reached the foot of the mountain. Took up formation and before he could realize what was happening, the torches left the hands of their masters and flew right at them.
- flaming arrows! - cried someone at his back.
Old reflexes kicked in and he raised his shield without thinking. But most wasn't that lucky. Many fell with their blades still shamefully clean in their hands.
A mad fury engulfed the remaining as they charged. They threw themselves at the enemy, hacking and slashing without concern.
Soon, hills of cadavers greeted the rising sun.
But what was thought to be the first rays of dawn, was in fact a strange blaze, radiating from the distant horizon. The unholy light twisted the fallen bodies, sewn their wounds and closed the gashes. The limbs reattached to the tormented torsos to grasp their weapons once again. But they wasn't quite alive.
He and his men came to their senses and renewed the attack, but the grey army didn't feel no pain no more.
Despite their strength and prowess, slowly all perished from the relentless bony fists. All but he. He who could not die, whilst among the dead. No sword could cut his flesh. No mace could crush his skull.
Crazed form the horror, he suddenly remembered his ancestors. Their unnatural long years, in spite of their violent lives. One thing was common in them.
He reached for his only heirloom, grabbed it firmly and thrusted it into the ground till its hilt. When he let it go, the ancient charm broke and the horde torn him apart.
The blade was never found.
Some say that it found it's way back to the sky from where it once came. Shining as a star, bringing hope to those in their hour of need.


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edge213 wrote: Wed Feb 17, 2021 8:58 pm
hellize wrote: Wed Feb 17, 2021 8:55 pm His path was predetermined before his birth. An oracle foretold, that he will make such great deeds that would rival those of the ancient forgotten heroes of the past.
Well, he was quite a tough bastard, that's for sure. But no real surprise in that. All of his forefathers were like him. All were prophesied to be great fighters and they all lived up to the prophecy. Actually they all lived to grow old and die in their beds.
That thought often lingered in his mind before a battle, but was usually dismissed quickly by the roars and shouts of his men, enraging themselves before the onslaught. And this time was no better.
Like a giant fiery snake, the enemy hailed from the frigid mountain top, chasing away the last hours of the night with their thousand torches. They finally reached the foot of the mountain. Took up formation and before he could realize what was happening, the torches left the hands of their masters and flew right at them.
- flaming arrows! - cried someone at his back.
Old reflexes kicked in and he raised his shield without thinking. But most wasn't that lucky. Many fell with their blades still shamefully clean in their hands.
A mad fury engulfed the remaining as they charged. They threw themselves at the enemy, hacking and slashing without concern.
Soon, hills of cadavers greeted the rising sun.
But what was thought to be the first rays of dawn, was in fact a strange blaze, radiating from the distant horizon. The unholy light twisted the fallen bodies, sewn their wounds and closed the gashes. The limbs reattached to the tormented torsos to grasp their weapons once again. But they wasn't quite alive.
He and his men came to their senses and renewed the attack, but the grey army didn't feel no pain no more.
Despite their strength and prowess, slowly all perished from the relentless bony fists. All but he. He who could not die, whilst among the dead. No sword could cut his flesh. No mace could crush his skull.
Crazed form the horror, he suddenly remembered his ancestors. Their unnatural long years, in spite of their violent lives. One thing was common in them.
He reached for his only heirloom, grabbed it firmly and thrusted it into the ground till its hilt. When he let it go, the ancient charm broke and the horde torn him apart.
The blade was never found.
Some say that it found it's way back to the sky from where it once came. Shining as a star, bringing hope to those in their hour of need.


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Thanks :D
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Quite the story, and quite the knife . .. ...
What's the length on that destroyer ??
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royal0014 wrote: Wed Feb 17, 2021 10:28 pm Quite the story, and quite the knife . .. ...
What's the length on that destroyer ??
Thanks a lot! :)
It is 29 cm long with a 16 cm long blade.
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