Warrior Stories

The huge man strode down the main road of Varan. His dark eyes glared as he looked around, watching for defenders. Battle Lord Jadek Prynn was taller than any of the other warriors fighting in the street. His heavyset body was a mass of muscles, scars, and tattoos. He held Blood Thief, his fabled long sword, ready in his hand. A line of Varanian spear men formed ahead of the Battle Lord, points lowered in his direction. P...

Polish the armour and sharpen the blades Paint the skies with red shades Beat, bash, and break their puny barricades Bask in heroic accolades Shields raised, swords drawn Powerful cries bring a new dawn Ambition thrums in our hearts, fears withdrawn No second-guessing, all doubts must be gone Stand side by side with your strong soldiers Drums sound, feel the tensity in your shoulders Cleave, lacerate and slash through our...

Stories of your illumination were once told Across the land and sea of old A man carved out of sunlight A disciple sent from Apollo to end the night You travelled across rivers, deserts and mountainous terrain To condensed cities and vast planes Providing shelter from darkness Smiting blights who dared to harm us Word spread across the globe Of a hero who wore a sun-etched robe “Lightbearer! Sun-Walker! Lifebringer!” We’d...

1The world around me is utterly dark and yet I keep running. I know that I cannot stop or I risk my life as well as the lives of the people who run with me. I don't know how long I've been moving or how long I'll have to continue on my trek. I feel the earth beneath me being bruised by my fast moving feet. Every step I take forward is a step into the completely unknown, a step into the darkness. But it's much better than...

Curse the Devil It has been written a smart man asks but one thing. When he finds himself in Hades as the Irish saying goes, Give me the time to get though Hades before the Devil knows. This is what a smart man wants as death takes him. But this bent scared warrior is not so smart. Warriors have been taught of the five rivers of Hades. Acheron the river of woe. Cocytus the river of lamentation. Lethe the river to quench y...

Necrosing tissue eats away at him. He suffers the pain, the torture, the terror. All in a bid to protect his loved ones. His body be used up, and his mind is worsening. Soon, he will feel nothing. Not even hope. And yet he continues in his vain bid: for nothing can take his spirit. They have his body, his life, but he will never, truly, succumb, never yield. But it is to the afterlife, he must go. As much as it pains him,...