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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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My armor is tarnished and cracked. I can't find my polish anywhere, and any smith I trust seems miles away...

 

My sword isn't broken, but it's notched all to hell, and serves more as an overlarge club than a blade anymore. Even my physical injuries aside (for they are truly minor) one of the most horrible pains in all of life I have found is hearing my Lady screaming and weeping in terrible pain, anguish, and fear...

 

Suddenly the battlefield between me and the ugly fortress where she is held prisoner seems nigh infinite.

 

It gnaws, tears, rips and claws at my heart with all the ferocity the most bloodthirsty of beasts can match. The agony threatens to bring me to my knees sometimes.

 

To paraphrase myself: Watch how fast I run from this fight.

 

Put me against a legion, the entire world, I don't care.

 

I will not stop.

 

My Lady needs me and you shall not have her, demons.

 

 

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The paladin and wizard fought back to back, even as the battle they both knew their beloved lady fought with equal fervor was frozen, it seemed, by her cries of pain, which in turn clove the air through the tumult they themselves churned through by might of arm and will. Each had their assigned guides who take them through this land fighting at their backs with even more fervor.

 

The bright host of soldiers from whom their guides had come from fought all 'round them as well, though the foes were as tireless and legion as they.

 

Two of the darker warriors, who kept their wits about them enough to sneer at the two friends, jeered.

 

 

"They can fight us to a standstill all they want.

 

You will tire. You do, even now.", mocked one even as he batted the paladin's sword away with effortless grace, again, and again, and again.

 

"You'll die. It will only go harder for you if you fight now. Come, join us, and it will be easier. So easy..." the other purred, even as the lightining bolt that flew from the wizard's outstretched fingertips simply splashed off of his breastplate, and he advanced another step.

 

The paladin caught the full force of his opponent's blade across the temple. He reeled, not dying only because the other soldier had only meant it to be a stunning blow. His sword fell, and he was struck again, across the other side of the head. The paladin fell to his knees, where he was viciously kicked fully to the ground.

 

The wizard felt the snare close, and eyed the situation critically. They were indeed, surrounded. His heart skipped a beat.

 

"Yield.", said the first dark warrior, placing the tip of his sword at the paladin's now exposed throat.

 

"Kneel", commanded the second, as he lashed out swiftly, catching the wizard across the back of the knees with the shaft of his spear. He too, fell.

 

"Or you'll die. Alone.", said a third, as he motioned archers into position.

 

The paladin and wizard exchanged a look, and began to smile. The enemy warriors' faces turned black with wrath. "What can you possibly enjoy about this?", one demanded.

 

At that same moment, one of the shining host lifted a horn, and blew a resounding call that echoed all the way through to the hearts of every soldier on the battlefield. Allies were warmed. Enemies felt only cold.

 

"That," said the paladin quietly. He turned his unfocused eyes upward and the wizard did the same, even as the clouds that had hung over the battlefield were split by a great and shining light.

 

"As the wizard was just telling me yesterday, we may be confused for the ones with whom you are truly fighting.

 

I say to you, and myself, and all of our friends and yours-

We are not. We are heralds all, of His coming.

 

And today, our Lord has arrived."

 

 

And the dark warriors' carefully crafted smug facades and arrogant veneer fell away like so much melting snow.

 

Today, the bullies, the torturers, the tyrants, the despots, the thugs, the predators of all stripes, knew fear.

  • 2 weeks later...
Posted

This is the first non-cooperative piece I've seen from you in I-don't-know-how-long.

 

My Everquest background seeps into the reading and distorts it a bit, although I know you and remember that it wasn't your intent.

Posted

My time seems to always find a way these days, to say "NO!" to me writing much.

However, the tide, she slowly turns (not to mention inspiration just popped up out of it's hole AND didn't see its' shadow. ^^).

 

EQ? heh. No, not the inspiration. Actually came from thoughts of my girlfriend, and a mutual good friend of ours.

 

Once *I* get into an MMORPG, it's like to be Star Wars Galaxies. :>)

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