Cataclysm
12-01-2007, 08:31
Hi all,
I've decided to take my shot at an AAR. It has been years since I've done some creative writing, so I figured this might be a good way to get back into it. :beam:
I've chosen to write an AAR with the Lusotannan starting with a new campaign (VH/M, RTW 1.5, EB 1.0 no mini mods). I'll appreciate any feedback.
Here goes.
Chapter 1: Divine Vision
The rain streamed down from the dark heavens and pelted the cold firm ground until it slowly gave way to slippery mud. Here, Tantalos awoke. Face down in the mire, with rain soaked robes and slime dripping from his beard, the old man pressed himself up from the ground.
From his knees he turned his head first to his left, then to the right, and suddenly his breath clamored to escape from his body. In shock and gasping, the chieftain of the Lusotannan realized where he was.
“Akroterion Hieron,” the great man cried! Terrified, he raised his arms high and spoke frantically, “My Lord! My Lord Endovellikos! Forgive me, I have defiled your holy ground with my mortal presence. I do not know how I have come here. I do not know why, but I am your servant,” he yelled as the rain now fell harder upon him, “Do with me what you will!” The proud king then threw himself back into the mud and groveled in the divine soil. He sobbed uncontrollably and his tears flowed as heavily as the tempest that surrounded him.
After a few moments, the rain stopped and the clouds broke to reveal the starry night. A gust of warm wind caressed the old man’s head and ruffled his hair. He rose again from the mud and his breath returned to him. Then, a great vision filled the horizon.
He saw a battle with clashing swords and flying javelins, and was nearly deafened by a thundering chorus of charging horses. Spears were thrust, blows were struck and at the end of this chaotic display he saw his royal standard flying proudly. It was fluttering in the warm breeze in a vast field of vanquished enemies.
“I...I understand, my Lord,” the old man said, “I must bring you this victory. I must bring you glory. These I offer to you as my penance. It will be done, I swear to you!” With these words Tantalos was bathed in bright light.
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Tantalos felt a tugging at his robe. With a jolt, he sat up from the temple floor.
“My good king,” said a priest who was now at his side, “my Lord, are you well?”
Panting, the king of the Lusotannan looked at the man strangely. He then collected himself and answered, “Yes…yes I am fine.”
“Great Endovellikos has granted you the guidance you seek?”
“Yes, he has,” he said standing up into the incense filled chamber.
“And what did he reveal to you?”
“War is coming, my friend. And we must bring glory to he who guides us.”
I've decided to take my shot at an AAR. It has been years since I've done some creative writing, so I figured this might be a good way to get back into it. :beam:
I've chosen to write an AAR with the Lusotannan starting with a new campaign (VH/M, RTW 1.5, EB 1.0 no mini mods). I'll appreciate any feedback.
Here goes.
Chapter 1: Divine Vision
The rain streamed down from the dark heavens and pelted the cold firm ground until it slowly gave way to slippery mud. Here, Tantalos awoke. Face down in the mire, with rain soaked robes and slime dripping from his beard, the old man pressed himself up from the ground.
From his knees he turned his head first to his left, then to the right, and suddenly his breath clamored to escape from his body. In shock and gasping, the chieftain of the Lusotannan realized where he was.
“Akroterion Hieron,” the great man cried! Terrified, he raised his arms high and spoke frantically, “My Lord! My Lord Endovellikos! Forgive me, I have defiled your holy ground with my mortal presence. I do not know how I have come here. I do not know why, but I am your servant,” he yelled as the rain now fell harder upon him, “Do with me what you will!” The proud king then threw himself back into the mud and groveled in the divine soil. He sobbed uncontrollably and his tears flowed as heavily as the tempest that surrounded him.
After a few moments, the rain stopped and the clouds broke to reveal the starry night. A gust of warm wind caressed the old man’s head and ruffled his hair. He rose again from the mud and his breath returned to him. Then, a great vision filled the horizon.
He saw a battle with clashing swords and flying javelins, and was nearly deafened by a thundering chorus of charging horses. Spears were thrust, blows were struck and at the end of this chaotic display he saw his royal standard flying proudly. It was fluttering in the warm breeze in a vast field of vanquished enemies.
“I...I understand, my Lord,” the old man said, “I must bring you this victory. I must bring you glory. These I offer to you as my penance. It will be done, I swear to you!” With these words Tantalos was bathed in bright light.
------
Tantalos felt a tugging at his robe. With a jolt, he sat up from the temple floor.
“My good king,” said a priest who was now at his side, “my Lord, are you well?”
Panting, the king of the Lusotannan looked at the man strangely. He then collected himself and answered, “Yes…yes I am fine.”
“Great Endovellikos has granted you the guidance you seek?”
“Yes, he has,” he said standing up into the incense filled chamber.
“And what did he reveal to you?”
“War is coming, my friend. And we must bring glory to he who guides us.”