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Well, I have fixed my computer for now, and I think it's time I get down to my bus-"e"-ness. I am a skilled writer, and I feel inspired to type up a story.
Ivan shivered in his warm wool coat. He took a deep breath and looked ahead. Infront of him was a frozen wasteland, dotted with small tents and huts and people, scurrying to and fro, fearful of Ivan's arrival. Behind him was a battalion of similarly dressed musket-men, waiting patiently for his orders. Dangling on his side was a small hand-axe that he put his hand to. The men became alert and raised there muskets to the air as the men shouted to ready themselves. Ivan raised his axe and the battalion let loose a volley of musket-fire, which decimated a wave of people. The people gathered arms and charged Ivan and his men. They held large halberds and loose fur clothing that hardly covered them. The battalion reloaded quickly, but halted as Ivan raised his hand. One of the people stepped forward, with a grave face and a well-built body.
He is a fool if he thinks he and his barbaric people could deal with the Kausaks, Ivan says to himself.
The Kausaks were people native to the Northern lands. They were strong, intelligent, and resourceful huntsmen. Ivan was one of the many battalion-leaders, each of which were the best-of-the-best. He and his men came to a renegade camp to chase them off, for only "true men" could handle the harsh cold. The renegade that stepped forth began to speak with Ivan.
"What do you want with us!?" he asked in a demanding voice. "You come here with your rifles and attack civilians! You lack proper honor for such a well established group! What is your business here, skipping around in your fur caps in barbarian territory!?"
Ivan paused a second as if to consider the man's words, but was not persuaded to leave. "Barbarian territory? Your encampment is on Kausakian territory! And only the Kausaks could handle the North! Her glaciers and ice-lands are ours, and ours only!"
"Could you not leave us be? If you wish to do battle, atleast have a reason!"
Ivan laughed at the question. "Reason? You mean you want a 'reason' for intruding? Very well." Ivan put his arm around the man's shoulder and pointed towards the cloudy sky and the dark horizon. "Do you see that?"
The man replied hesitantly. "Y-... Yes."
"Do you know why the sky is like that?"
"No."
"It is because of something.. mysterious. A large citadel, made of ice stronger than any metal, rests at the roof of the world. This citadel is the resting place of an entity so powerful.. that even the sky fears it. That is why the sky left and this.. shroud of darkness took it's place."
"You are a fool if I've ever seen one in me' life!"
"You will learn to talk to me with respect! I am Ivan Amiromov, leader of the 'Strelets', one of the Tzar's best riflemen battalions!"
There was a long pause, and then the barbarian spoke.
The man shook his head. "Is this.. 'entity' is so dangerous?"
"Do I look like I'm lieing to you!?" he asked, with a serious face.
"How much do you know about this 'entity', eh?"
Ivan shrugged. "We know only so much about it.. but it is the mystery that scares us."
"My men and I have an insatiable blood-lust. We would be more than happy to join you in your conquest."
Ivan considered the idea, then spoke. "Conquest? Perhaps.. but my superiors may have other thoughts. Ready your people, we will cross the icy tundra and journey to Islov', our stronghold."
"Ou' got it! Lads, pack it up! We' goin' on a trip!"
The barbarians packed their tents, grabbed their warmest clothing and strongest steel, and met with Ivan and the battalion.
"Forward! It is a long trek to the stronghold, so we must make haste!"
Chapter 2: Journey to Islov'.
Ivan, his battalion, and the barbaric nomads were making horrible progress. Night was falling, a snow-storm was approaching, and they needed to hurry. But it would be hard, for the ice was very slippery, which would force them to walk slowly and carefully.
"This snow is bothersome and will encumber us on our journey," complained one of the men.
"Do not be a fool! The wilderness is our home! We will tackle the snow, head-on. We will show the sky we are not afraid of tiny white puffs of ice and water, and show our kinsmen that we are the greatest of ALL Kausaks!"
And so, at Ivan's command, the battalion and nomads kept moving forwards, ever-closer to Islov', the Kausaks' mighty fortress.
The large group eventually made it to the immense mountain range, which was the only way to get to Islov'. Ivan ordered the people to setup camp in one of the caves, because there were strange beasts in the night, and one could never be too careful.
"Ten men will stand guard and switch off every other hour," he ordered. "In the morning, we will continue our journey. It is too dangerous to travel at night."
Midnight. The guardsmen felt chills run down their spines, and had worried looks on their faces.
"I have many worries, Borris," said one to another. "I could have sworn I heard something out there."
"What?! Are you crazy!? You must be drinking too much, Stephen," replied the other.
Stephen's worries were of real things. There are many dangers in the North, and rumor has it they come from the Icy Citadel. The rest of the night went by slowly. It felt like a century by the time morning came and the snow had passed. But several men had reported sightings of different strange creatures and wolf howls in the early morn'.
"Rubbish," chuckled Ivan. "Are you Kausaks, or are you CHILDREN?!"
The men did not reply, and gathered their belongings (which were scarce, since they could only carry one leather canteen and a few peices of bread to eat) and lined up. Once the battalion was in perfect ranks, the party began to move again.
Growls came from behind them, but when someone looked back to check what it was, there was nothing in sight. Fear spread around the party like wildfire. Even Ivan had a bit of doubt in his mind. He knew there was something out there... waiting ever so patiently for the moment to strike. His suspicions were correct, and the attack began with a nomad being ripped to peices.
"GAAAHAAA!" he roared before he was devoured by what appeared to be a large black wolf, but it stood on only two paws and had very humanoid-like features. It growled menacingly, even louder then Ivan when he shouted the order to fire.
"LOAD YOUR WEAPONS! SHOOT IT! KILL IT! MAKE SURE IT DOES NOT ATTACK THE NOMADS!"
The men fired, but most of their shots had missed. The beast's agility proved overwhelming. One by one, the party was massacred, until it was only the nomad's Chieftain, Ivan, and a few Kausaks left. The beast had spotted Ivan, and charged at him with full force. But Ivan was no normal man, he was a Kausak. And he was no normal Kausak, either. He possessed skills no one could ever dream of. Ivan rolled on his back and the beast leaped over him, missing Ivan completely. The Kausak loaded his rifle and fired, penetrating the beast's back, and making him kneel as a dark purple blood as evil as the sky dripped down it's chest, which the beast gripped in agony. It howled, and then plopped to the ground, dead.
Ivan stared in awe, fear, and astonishment, at how great of a foe it was, and began to ponder on where it came from.
I think one of our greatest battles is yet to begin, he thought.
Chapter 3: Me sem' Gatov! (We're all ready!)
It was early the next morning that Ivan and the survivors made it to the mighty wooden fortress of Islov. They had taken the precaution of speaking to the Tzar, Almanov.
"The battalion was slaughtered by... a WOLF? On two paws?"
"Da'(yes)," replied Ivan, who knelt in respect.
"If a group of Kausaks were defeated by a SINGLE wolf, there is a terrible danger amongst us," said Almanov with a chuckle. He did not believe Ivan's tale at all. But it was the barbarian's chieftain that changed his mind.
"Ye' be'er' listen ta' me an' ye' be'er' listen good. There are many a dangerous foe out there. M'folks' had ran into them a few times. They are huge Wolves that are very fast and very deadly, even for us barbarians. So ye' better get yer' men ready for a fight, cause' when they howl, they attract more o' the buggers!"
Fear gripped Almanov's heart, and he made his decision.
"Alright, sound the alarm! I want men lined up at their posts, spotters at the watchtowers! Get every able-bodied man armed and ready for an imminent fight! Create a barricade at the main gate! No one goes in or out!"
"Budet' z'dellina' (it will be done)!"
Ivan ran around the fort, checking the houses for men and boys that could fire a rifle and wield an axe. Barricades were setup by some of the other Kausaks, and spotters waited patiently at their towers.
"All men strong enough, willing enough, and experienced enough must fight to protect their home!" he shouted anxiously.
It took all night for the men to be ready, due to several complications (including some mothers and wives not wanting their loved ones to fight). But by midnight, they were ready. The men stood stiffly, patiently, proudly, and bravely. There are no cowards in the Kausakian army.
"Me' sem' gatov (we are all ready)!" they chanted, on and on. The battalions' morale skyrocketed. No one had ever taken their mighty Islov, and today would be no exception!
Midnight. The chanting did not stop, and when spotters reported a single wolf standing before the tower on his two paws, the men just cheered and taunted it. But when he howled and more joined them, they just laughed. Then the battle of Islov' began. Men aimed their rifles and fired, but to no avail. Just as last time, the agility of the wolves overwhelmed them. But the Kausaks were more then prepared. Cannons were mounted on the walls, and were being loaded. Before the wolves reached the gates, they fired them all, one by one. Just as the cannons discharged, a few wolves were flung up into the snowy air. But could they have enough cannon-fire for all of them?
The waves were unending, but they eventually grew slower and slower. Before dawn had risen, the wolves stopped coming. The Kausaks had won! But their victory was short lived, as a dark figure riding a horse as black as the sky rode forwards. He wore large iron platemail, and had a long blade that was made of... ice! Spikes had penetrated his helm, as if it was made for a king. A long cloak trailed him as he came up to the gates.
"You think that was it!?" he hissed, in a voice that chilled the air. "Oh no, the battle has just begun! My werewolves were just the begining... soon, your whole nation will be destroyed, and no one will stop me from my dominion over this land! "
Just as it was about to turn and leave, Ivan fired his rifle, right at the being's helm, were part of his shrouded face was exposed. He hit it, dead on the mark, and it hissed at him. The being rose his blade and the wolves that had been decimated by cannon-fire rose from the ground... the horseman was right, the battle HAS just begun.
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Third chapter, cause' brad likes it so much! And because I'm bored with nothing else to do... well I could roleplay, but I'm not in the mood. I took the concept of the horseman from the way the Witch King of Angmar was portrayed in Battle for Middle Earth 2: Rise of the Witch King. Rate and review, as before!
Ivan shivered in his warm wool coat. He took a deep breath and looked ahead. Infront of him was a frozen wasteland, dotted with small tents and huts and people, scurrying to and fro, fearful of Ivan's arrival. Behind him was a battalion of similarly dressed musket-men, waiting patiently for his orders. Dangling on his side was a small hand-axe that he put his hand to. The men became alert and raised there muskets to the air as the men shouted to ready themselves. Ivan raised his axe and the battalion let loose a volley of musket-fire, which decimated a wave of people. The people gathered arms and charged Ivan and his men. They held large halberds and loose fur clothing that hardly covered them. The battalion reloaded quickly, but halted as Ivan raised his hand. One of the people stepped forward, with a grave face and a well-built body.
He is a fool if he thinks he and his barbaric people could deal with the Kausaks, Ivan says to himself.
The Kausaks were people native to the Northern lands. They were strong, intelligent, and resourceful huntsmen. Ivan was one of the many battalion-leaders, each of which were the best-of-the-best. He and his men came to a renegade camp to chase them off, for only "true men" could handle the harsh cold. The renegade that stepped forth began to speak with Ivan.
"What do you want with us!?" he asked in a demanding voice. "You come here with your rifles and attack civilians! You lack proper honor for such a well established group! What is your business here, skipping around in your fur caps in barbarian territory!?"
Ivan paused a second as if to consider the man's words, but was not persuaded to leave. "Barbarian territory? Your encampment is on Kausakian territory! And only the Kausaks could handle the North! Her glaciers and ice-lands are ours, and ours only!"
"Could you not leave us be? If you wish to do battle, atleast have a reason!"
Ivan laughed at the question. "Reason? You mean you want a 'reason' for intruding? Very well." Ivan put his arm around the man's shoulder and pointed towards the cloudy sky and the dark horizon. "Do you see that?"
The man replied hesitantly. "Y-... Yes."
"Do you know why the sky is like that?"
"No."
"It is because of something.. mysterious. A large citadel, made of ice stronger than any metal, rests at the roof of the world. This citadel is the resting place of an entity so powerful.. that even the sky fears it. That is why the sky left and this.. shroud of darkness took it's place."
"You are a fool if I've ever seen one in me' life!"
"You will learn to talk to me with respect! I am Ivan Amiromov, leader of the 'Strelets', one of the Tzar's best riflemen battalions!"
There was a long pause, and then the barbarian spoke.
The man shook his head. "Is this.. 'entity' is so dangerous?"
"Do I look like I'm lieing to you!?" he asked, with a serious face.
"How much do you know about this 'entity', eh?"
Ivan shrugged. "We know only so much about it.. but it is the mystery that scares us."
"My men and I have an insatiable blood-lust. We would be more than happy to join you in your conquest."
Ivan considered the idea, then spoke. "Conquest? Perhaps.. but my superiors may have other thoughts. Ready your people, we will cross the icy tundra and journey to Islov', our stronghold."
"Ou' got it! Lads, pack it up! We' goin' on a trip!"
The barbarians packed their tents, grabbed their warmest clothing and strongest steel, and met with Ivan and the battalion.
"Forward! It is a long trek to the stronghold, so we must make haste!"
Chapter 2: Journey to Islov'.
Ivan, his battalion, and the barbaric nomads were making horrible progress. Night was falling, a snow-storm was approaching, and they needed to hurry. But it would be hard, for the ice was very slippery, which would force them to walk slowly and carefully.
"This snow is bothersome and will encumber us on our journey," complained one of the men.
"Do not be a fool! The wilderness is our home! We will tackle the snow, head-on. We will show the sky we are not afraid of tiny white puffs of ice and water, and show our kinsmen that we are the greatest of ALL Kausaks!"
And so, at Ivan's command, the battalion and nomads kept moving forwards, ever-closer to Islov', the Kausaks' mighty fortress.
The large group eventually made it to the immense mountain range, which was the only way to get to Islov'. Ivan ordered the people to setup camp in one of the caves, because there were strange beasts in the night, and one could never be too careful.
"Ten men will stand guard and switch off every other hour," he ordered. "In the morning, we will continue our journey. It is too dangerous to travel at night."
Midnight. The guardsmen felt chills run down their spines, and had worried looks on their faces.
"I have many worries, Borris," said one to another. "I could have sworn I heard something out there."
"What?! Are you crazy!? You must be drinking too much, Stephen," replied the other.
Stephen's worries were of real things. There are many dangers in the North, and rumor has it they come from the Icy Citadel. The rest of the night went by slowly. It felt like a century by the time morning came and the snow had passed. But several men had reported sightings of different strange creatures and wolf howls in the early morn'.
"Rubbish," chuckled Ivan. "Are you Kausaks, or are you CHILDREN?!"
The men did not reply, and gathered their belongings (which were scarce, since they could only carry one leather canteen and a few peices of bread to eat) and lined up. Once the battalion was in perfect ranks, the party began to move again.
Growls came from behind them, but when someone looked back to check what it was, there was nothing in sight. Fear spread around the party like wildfire. Even Ivan had a bit of doubt in his mind. He knew there was something out there... waiting ever so patiently for the moment to strike. His suspicions were correct, and the attack began with a nomad being ripped to peices.
"GAAAHAAA!" he roared before he was devoured by what appeared to be a large black wolf, but it stood on only two paws and had very humanoid-like features. It growled menacingly, even louder then Ivan when he shouted the order to fire.
"LOAD YOUR WEAPONS! SHOOT IT! KILL IT! MAKE SURE IT DOES NOT ATTACK THE NOMADS!"
The men fired, but most of their shots had missed. The beast's agility proved overwhelming. One by one, the party was massacred, until it was only the nomad's Chieftain, Ivan, and a few Kausaks left. The beast had spotted Ivan, and charged at him with full force. But Ivan was no normal man, he was a Kausak. And he was no normal Kausak, either. He possessed skills no one could ever dream of. Ivan rolled on his back and the beast leaped over him, missing Ivan completely. The Kausak loaded his rifle and fired, penetrating the beast's back, and making him kneel as a dark purple blood as evil as the sky dripped down it's chest, which the beast gripped in agony. It howled, and then plopped to the ground, dead.
Ivan stared in awe, fear, and astonishment, at how great of a foe it was, and began to ponder on where it came from.
I think one of our greatest battles is yet to begin, he thought.
Chapter 3: Me sem' Gatov! (We're all ready!)
It was early the next morning that Ivan and the survivors made it to the mighty wooden fortress of Islov. They had taken the precaution of speaking to the Tzar, Almanov.
"The battalion was slaughtered by... a WOLF? On two paws?"
"Da'(yes)," replied Ivan, who knelt in respect.
"If a group of Kausaks were defeated by a SINGLE wolf, there is a terrible danger amongst us," said Almanov with a chuckle. He did not believe Ivan's tale at all. But it was the barbarian's chieftain that changed his mind.
"Ye' be'er' listen ta' me an' ye' be'er' listen good. There are many a dangerous foe out there. M'folks' had ran into them a few times. They are huge Wolves that are very fast and very deadly, even for us barbarians. So ye' better get yer' men ready for a fight, cause' when they howl, they attract more o' the buggers!"
Fear gripped Almanov's heart, and he made his decision.
"Alright, sound the alarm! I want men lined up at their posts, spotters at the watchtowers! Get every able-bodied man armed and ready for an imminent fight! Create a barricade at the main gate! No one goes in or out!"
"Budet' z'dellina' (it will be done)!"
Ivan ran around the fort, checking the houses for men and boys that could fire a rifle and wield an axe. Barricades were setup by some of the other Kausaks, and spotters waited patiently at their towers.
"All men strong enough, willing enough, and experienced enough must fight to protect their home!" he shouted anxiously.
It took all night for the men to be ready, due to several complications (including some mothers and wives not wanting their loved ones to fight). But by midnight, they were ready. The men stood stiffly, patiently, proudly, and bravely. There are no cowards in the Kausakian army.
"Me' sem' gatov (we are all ready)!" they chanted, on and on. The battalions' morale skyrocketed. No one had ever taken their mighty Islov, and today would be no exception!
Midnight. The chanting did not stop, and when spotters reported a single wolf standing before the tower on his two paws, the men just cheered and taunted it. But when he howled and more joined them, they just laughed. Then the battle of Islov' began. Men aimed their rifles and fired, but to no avail. Just as last time, the agility of the wolves overwhelmed them. But the Kausaks were more then prepared. Cannons were mounted on the walls, and were being loaded. Before the wolves reached the gates, they fired them all, one by one. Just as the cannons discharged, a few wolves were flung up into the snowy air. But could they have enough cannon-fire for all of them?
The waves were unending, but they eventually grew slower and slower. Before dawn had risen, the wolves stopped coming. The Kausaks had won! But their victory was short lived, as a dark figure riding a horse as black as the sky rode forwards. He wore large iron platemail, and had a long blade that was made of... ice! Spikes had penetrated his helm, as if it was made for a king. A long cloak trailed him as he came up to the gates.
"You think that was it!?" he hissed, in a voice that chilled the air. "Oh no, the battle has just begun! My werewolves were just the begining... soon, your whole nation will be destroyed, and no one will stop me from my dominion over this land! "
Just as it was about to turn and leave, Ivan fired his rifle, right at the being's helm, were part of his shrouded face was exposed. He hit it, dead on the mark, and it hissed at him. The being rose his blade and the wolves that had been decimated by cannon-fire rose from the ground... the horseman was right, the battle HAS just begun.
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Third chapter, cause' brad likes it so much! And because I'm bored with nothing else to do... well I could roleplay, but I'm not in the mood. I took the concept of the horseman from the way the Witch King of Angmar was portrayed in Battle for Middle Earth 2: Rise of the Witch King. Rate and review, as before!
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