There is a new game at the following address.
http://www.dragonslayergames.co.nr/ They also have a lot of online rpg games
as well. The game is 3mb to download. I think its called mid evil battle.
They have a trailer you can download for it as well. If that link doesn't
work go to playinginthedark.net then to the comunity website as well. Look
for the usa 1 tracks then just below it see where it says homepage. You can
click on that link and get the game from there and try the rpg games also.
later.
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> 1. INNOCENT AVENGED - an alter aeon story - chapter II
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> Subject: INNOCENT AVENGED - an alter aeon story - chapter II
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> Warning: This story contain spoiler, violence and mature contents.
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> Chapter II: Regression.
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> In the silence of dawn, the town of Ralnoth stirred with sluggishness.
> Recovering from yet another night of murders, bar-fights, trades and
> crimes,
> the day seemed to had, if not completely, partially restored some assembly
> of order. The morn was like a dewy shroud that blanketed the town and the
> grey stone walls of the Ralnoth's school for newbies. Further to the east,
> one could see the looming towers of Ralnoth's University and the faint
> movements atop the castle walls as sentries milled about, patrolling the
> outer perimeter of the campus.
> The sky was cloudless, and a gentle breeze could be felt by those who
> were
> up and out at this early hour. Here and there, one could hear the barking
> of
> dogs and the heavy sounds of doors being slammed as some establishments
> closed down during the day. Yet even at this early hour, the poorly tended
> lawn of the School for Newbies was already being trampled by the feet of
> many eager, young ones who were up and practicing their newly developed
> techniques. Tis was the site I was treated to, as I emerged from the
> forest
> and entered the school-ground through the western archway of the campus.
> My mind was assaulted by a wave of memory as I walked across the field of
> unkempt grass and wild flowers. Almost without thinking, I surveyed the
> ground, and there it was, lying amidst a saggy bunch of daisies, a fuzzy
> peach of magical property. Left here daily by the acolyte of Dentin who
> resided on the campus, the peach was known to grant extra strength to the
> person who could find and hold it. However, the peach's property would be
> lost if it was eaten instead of held, but that did not stop me. Bending
> down, I palmed the peach when I was sure that no one was looking, and in
> two
> bites, I finished the delicious find and sacrificed the pit to my goddess
> of
> insanity. Extra strength might be nice, but breakfast should always come
> first.
> As I proceeded across the field, I was suddenly surrounded by a group of
> four young students. Their years ranged from eight to probably fourteen,
> and
> they all wore the same nervous and excited expression of someone who had
> just realized that Dentin did exist and was standing right before them.
> They
> pointed at me, at my armor and shield, and whispered to one another
> animatedly. Finally, one of the taller ones, a teenage girl with delicate
> features and fiery red hair, stepped forward.
> "G'good mornin' Sir Knight,' she hailed me, a hint of shakiness in her
> voice. "Um, we were wondering... That is... Might you be Pharel Stormblade
> of Blackwind?"
> "Good morrow lass," I replied, halting as I looked down at the young girl
> and her friends. "Stormblade I am, and tis from the Wind that I've come."
> The girl's eyes blinked when I spoke, and she turned to her friends and
> gestured and whispered to them after I had confirmed my identity.
> Suddenly,
> they all began to speak at once. I was bombarded with questions such as
> 'was
> I really as good as legend has told,' 'was I a follower of the God of
> Destruction,' 'where did I aquired my skills and spells,' and 'was I for
> good or for evil'. The questions ceased as abruptly when the children
> noticed my cold gaze and tight lips.
> Turning to her friends, the girl whispered to them sharply before turning
> back to look up at me. A faint blush tainted her cheeks as she lowered her
> eyes quickly.
> "I.I'm sorry, Sir Stormblade. It's just that..."
> Raising a hand, I stopped her apology and said, "No need to be sorry. Tis
> just I have no wish of discussing myself just to prove the right or wrong
> of
> rumours." And, to put the children at ease, I smiled gently down at them
> and
> added, "I am not a knight by right, so you have no need to address me so.
> You can call me by the name I am known as, and that is all the title I
> crave."
> "Yes Sir...er, Pharel," the girl answered, seemingly even more nervous
> than
> before.
> "Now," I continued after an uncomfortable pause. "I heard that there's an
> orc among you?"
> "Ha!" one younger student shouted excitedly. "Did I not tell ya, Pharel
> Stormblade has come to slay the orc?"
> "Hush up, you idiot!" the girl turned angrily to the speaker, a boy around
> the age of eleven. Turning back to me, she quickly said, "Please, he is
> but
> a child, I am sure that, um, a great hero like you would not slay a child
> just because of his race?"
> "Easy lass," I said with a smile, "I have no wish to harm the orc child,
> but
> if you have no objection, I shall like to have a word with him."
> "He doesn't talk right! He's crazy, stupid, and an orc!" the young boy
> piped
> up again.
> Rounding onto the boy, the girl hissed at him, "Jimmy, if you do not hush
> up, I will tell the head trainer of the time when I found you with Newbie
> and Stoner..."
> "Okay! Okay!" the boy waved his hand and said in a hurry to stop the girl
> from saying more. Muttering under his breath, he looked balefully at the
> girl and quieted down.
> However, no further clue was needed. From my earlier days of being a
> follower of Cygnii, the god of lies, I was familiar with all those who
> resided within the domain of the Father of Deceptions. Two of those whom I
> remembered were the pair of drug pushers, Newbie and Stoner, who made the
> diner of Cygnii's temple their base of opperation. If this boy was
> involved
> with the two criminals, I could not blame him for not wishing the head
> trainer to hear of it. Of course, the boy did seem a bit young to be using
> any hard substance, but the mere knoledge of him talking to the drug
> pushers
> would be enough to earn him a good deal of caning from the head trainer.
> As the girl turned back to face me, I saw in her eyes the distrust she
> felt towards my request of audience with the young orc. Thus, I explained
> to
> her what I had heard from the scout on the previous night, and expressed
> my
> interest in the matter. When she still looked doubtful, I nodded and said,
> "I shall give you my word that as long as I am here, the orc will not be
> harmed in any way."
> Looking thoughtful, the girl said carefully, "I have heard that the words
> of
> Pharel Stormblade are as good as his skills in battle... Very well, I will
> show you where he is." With that, she turned on her heels and walked
> slowly
> towards the northern edge of the field.
> As I trailed behind the lifely young girl, I heard one of the students
> said from behind me, "I'll be just like you one day! I will fight dragons,
> slay demons, and make my name be known!" Spinning around, I saw that the
> speaker was a boy who appeared to be the youngest of the group. Rounding
> on
> my heels, I gazed into the boy's emerald eyes and said softly, "Mayhapse
> you
> will child, but before you go slay them evil, enjoy the flowers,
> butterflies
> and youth as much as you can, for once you've traveled the way of the
> blade,
> you will always dream the dream of death." then, I turned away and hurried
> to keep up with my young guide.
> -------
> The girl had departed quietly as the young orc loaded me down with his
> tale, a look of embarrassment upon her face. Was she embarrassed at the
> behavior of this poor, wretched creature who seemed half mad and mostly
> dumb, or the wrong that her fellow human had done to such a creature? I
> had
> no answer, and had not the reason to ponder such a question. The orc child
> was still hopping and cursing as I walked away, my head lowered in
> contemplation of my next move. If the rumours were true, than this
> should've
> been the matter of the school, yet from what I've seen, no one had even
> concerned themselves with the trouble of a crazed, young orc. My next step
> seemed to have been decided as I found myself pacing the front hall of the
> school. I would bring the matter up with the head trainer himself, and I
> would have an explaination from him. Thus, I mounted the stairs that led
> to
> the training center of the institute, and found my former teacher where I
> new he could be found.
> --------
> The training center of Ralnoth's school was but a simple room with no
> furnishing except a small sign which said, 'Dungeon - east. Shopkeepers -
> west.' The most important feature of the room, and at the moment of my
> arrival, it's sole occupant, was the tall man who was pacing back and
> forth
> across the floor. It had been years since I left the school with his
> blessing, yet the head trainer had not changed much beyond a few more
> lines
> beneath his sharp eyes, and hair that seemed to be a tad greyer than I
> recalled.
> An aging man, full of knoledge and still strong, the man who was known to
> all his students as Dain, surveyed me as I entered the room. The
> eagle-like
> eyes stared into me, through me, as if he could just by looking, discern
> all
> my strengths and weaknesses. Beneath the gaze of those eyes, I had to
> strongly remind myself that I was no longer a child of 15, seeking shelter
> and knoledge, but a trained man of the way of the battlefield. The eyes
> seemed to demand me to kneal and beg for forgiveness for things that I had
> done without the man's permission, but my pride and will forbade such an
> act
> of servitude. Thus, I managed to approach the man with my dignity intact,
> and favoured him with a slight bow such as the type one soldier would
> grant
> another of his standing. The pacing ceased, and I addressed my former
> teacher.
> "Ye seem well, Dain," I said, looking him in the eyes- a task that
> would've
> been impossible during my period of training under his teaching.
> "And thou fair no less," the man replied as he took in my attire with one
> downward sweep of his gaze. Looking up, he continued, a hint of coolness
> creeping into his voice, "Pharel Stormblade, founder of Blackwind, slayer
> of
> many and seeker of blades, to what do we owe thy unforeseen audience?"
> Taken aback, I dropped my gaze. "Dain? Tis my thought that ye would not
> treat the return of one of thy own so..."
> "Think not thou as one of my own!" he shouted, his face livid with rage.
> "Some of mine become soldiers and guards who defend and serve, some try to
> pass on the way of goodness and the art of arms, but none of my be child
> of
> Lies and slave of Chaos! Ye of fames, blood and faithless, shall not muddy
> my name with thy own!" Spittle flew from his lips as he raved on about my
> faults and wrongdoings.
> Since a friendly reunion was clearly out of reach, I cut directly to the
> point. "I am here with regard to the affair of the orcling."
> At this, the man shook his fists at me. It was amazing to watch just how
> angry a person could get at the expense of another- especially when this
> other person had not done more than walk into his old school at an early
> hour and addressed the former in a respectable, though not servile,
> fashion.
> "Speak not of the affair of this institute, ye corrupted! The orc is a
> creature of foulness and should've been slain if not for its childhood.
> Are
> ye now in league with the orcs? Ah, never had I thought ye, even ye, would
> sink so low as to aassociate with orcs!" Saying that, he pointed an
> accusing
> finger at me, "Leave now, ye servant of darkness and lies, leave before I
> send for the guards and acolytes!"
> As a plague of human nature, a disease as dark as fear, rising out of a
> man's heart as a serpent may rise out of a swamp to prey, his unfounded
> rage
> had crept into my heart and laid its seeds without me knowing- for I had
> no
> design over the event which occurred next, nor would I be able to stop it
> had I known. The words of magic came to me, as naturally as songs to the
> lips of a minstrel. My muscles bulged with magical strength beneath my
> armor, my nerves sharpened and seemed to pick up signals from miles away
> as
> my dexterity doubled and redoubled. A force shield slammed into place
> around
> me as the air liquified and took on the form of my shadow by my side. A
> quick prayer to the Goddess of Chaos brought her blessing down upon me,
> and
> I felt powerful and righteous as a white aura surrounded my person. My
> hands, those killer's hands, seemed to had gained a will of their own, for
> I
> had not yet thought of drawing my blade before the long elven weapon was
> unsheathed and thrumming within my grasp. My shield was similarly readied,
> without conscious order from my heart.
> "And darkness I will show ye!" I roared, or rather, the warrior in me
> roared, and charged the man who taught me my skills. Leaping into the air,
> I
> brought the elven blade down in a cleaving arc, intending to strike him
> down
> where he stood. With a well trained and practiced self defense move, he
> avoided my attack and we stood three feet apart, gazing at one another.
> "Strike me down, and I shall become more powerful and you can ever
> imagine,"
> he said coldly, crossing his arms before him.
> "Indeed?" I paused, raising my pawn towards his face, "then we'll see!" As
> he lift his hand to block the incoming strike, I reversed my direction and
> pushed my pawn toward his now open body, and a large jagged spear of
> crystal
> shot out of my hand and struck him squarely in the chest.
> Stumbling backward, Dain clutched at his wounded chest with one hand, and
> waved the other in my direction. I was suddenly surrounded by a cloud of
> stinking, greenish gas. Choking and gagging, I saw through my tearing eyes
> that the trainer had recovered from the shock of my spell and was swinging
> his fist toward my jaw. I managed to get my shield up between us, and his
> fist rang off the shield with a loud *bwong*. Charging forward, I tried to
> bash him with my shield, only to have him avoid the attack with the same
> move he pulled earlier. However, he did not expect me to suddenly snap my
> blade up from behind my shield, and the elven steel gashed him deeply
> across
> one thigh. Staggering back, he avoided my follow-up slice and cursed under
> his breath.
> "Everyone get out! Invader in the school! Call for guards!" he shouted as
> he
> dodged out of the way of my lunge.
> "Calling for help? You fight like a man!" I hissed, frustrated by the fact
> that he had managed to avoid so many of my attacks.
> Forcing him back, I brought my blade down hard crosswise in a
> decapitating
> blow as he stumbled back away from me. He would've avoided the strike
> completely, if not for the wounded leg; thus, the massacring slice opened
> a
> bleeding wound on his upraised forearm. Although sporting quite a few
> wounds, I knew the man was not yet finished, thus did not ease up the
> attack.
> Panting harshly, the man spit at me, "Dare ye pick on someone thy own
> age!"
> "Ye started this, now fight instead of wine!" I said and pressed in to
> attack.
> Dodging under one blow, I brought my blade up in a 'Rising Star' and
> white
> light burst from the tip of my blade as I ***massacred*** the man in a
> shower of blood. Switching my grip, I swung a reverse blow which missed
> him
> by an inch as he staggered back hard against the wall. Slightly off
> balanced
> after my last swing, I did not see the man coming in for a counter strike,
> and suffered gravely as he threw a right hook into my chin, and a straight
> left which rocked me backward away from him. However, I was young,
> enraged,
> and had spent my time battling the strongs rather than in a school
> teaching
> newbies, so the double punch did not do much to me than to flame my rage
> even more. With a hiss, I swung my blade down, aiming low with a 'Sweeping
> fan' and the ***massacring*** blow brought him to his knees. Weakly, he
> threw a jab into my torso, which bounced harmlessly off of my breastplate.
> As he struggled to his feet, I lunged forward and sliced out with my
> sword.
> My boots drummed on the floor as I stepped around him, circling him with
> seven quick steps, each accompanied by a slice patern.
> As I completed the 'Northstar' form, I stood before him, looking at my
> handywork. Big and nasty wounds crisscrossed the man's upper body, and
> blood
> was gashing out of all of them. Dain did not fair well against the
> massacre;
> in fact, he seemed to shrink within himself as his blood pooled on the
> hardwood floor.
> "You are finished," I whispered as I prepared to sheath my blade.
> When people speak of 'the second wind,' they often don't really know what
> it is really like. Before my blade was back in the sheath, the man, who
> was
> looking beat and defeated just a second ago, came at me with renewed
> strength and dealt me a devastating blow that set my head to ring as if a
> church-clock was built in my skull. Roaring in frustration, I drew the
> blade
> and leapt at him, intending to see him to his end.
> Whatever that brought him back to the fight did not stay long. My first
> slice opened a deep cut in his side, and a follow-through slice did the
> same
> to his cheek. He avoided my next two swings by simply falling down onto
> his
> behind, slipped in his own blood. Giving no quarter this time, I stepped
> in
> and thrusted my blade into his shoulder. New blood flowed from his wound
> as
> he took a half-hearted swing at me. I parried his punch with my shield,
> and
> brought my blade down, sending a severed hand flying across the room.
> Screaming, the man who was feared by all his students, was now looking
> pretty hurt to state the obvious. My bloodlust had been triggered, and
> nothing I could've done would stop me at this point, even if I wanted to.
> Stepping forward, I sliced down with my blade, openning him up from solar
> plexus to navel, disemboweling him. More screaming, as the man held his
> stomach, trying hard to keep his guts in his body. Rolling away, he avoid
> my
> deathblow and kicked at me, still holding his guts. Slamming my shield
> down
> to block his boot, I released him from his leg, from the knee down.
> The trainer was in an aweful state. Rolling in his own blood, this was
> not
> the same man who I had once respected and feared. But, like some strange
> snakes that would not die until they've been cut to pieces, he fought on
> with a determination that was frightening. Amazed, I saw him brought his
> remaining leg up to kick at me, and stepped back away from the kick.
> Side-stepping, I swiped my blade down and his leg joined the other on the
> ground, and I lunged forward and drove my blade through his riving body
> into
> the floor.
> Impaled and mortally wounded, the man looked up at me with eyes that were
> both old and tired. "K'kill me." he whispered brokenly. I obliged him by
> severing his head cleaning from his torso with a final ***massacre***.
> The school trainer was dead. I stood in the center of the room, not being
> able to comprehend the event which had just taken place here. There was
> blood everywhere, and my old teacher lied in pieces. What had I done? The
> world was spinning all around me as I took in the scene with my unwilling
> eyes. Had I really turned into a monster? Was my life a damned journey
> from
> the start? Was I to redeem myself, only to end up committing more sins in
> the name of the blade? The only comfort to me was the fact that death is
> not
> forever in this chaotic world of ours, and I new somewhere in the gods'
> laboratory, a head trainer is getting his new lease for life. Twas with a
> heavy heart I left the school by the back gate, and faded into the
> surrounding forest in searching for the kid who had started this whole
> messy
> affair.
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