Of Magic and Mages [A Fantasy Fic by Davok] [Prologue]

[Davok]

[spoiler=Prologue: "And So It Begins"]

 

Armor chinked against armor, shoulders enveloped in metal shoulder pads that almost consumed the necks of the green-skinned beasts that were contained in them. Iron breastplates shone in the bright summer light as it focused on the shining grey center, heating the metal to almost burning points. Thick metal soles dug into the ankles of the soldiers as they began their aimless trudging on the hot, bare sand, the soles digging in and springing up fresh fountains of crimson and drying in scabs on the grunts' sweaty feet. The pain was evident to them- they bared their grisly, yellow tusks as they trudged onward. But they did not halt or rest. They did not tire or complain. They roared aloud in grating voices at the top of their lungs in a strange attempt at song.

 

Overlooking them stood a large and gargantuan figure, his shadow enveloping the vanguard and growing longer as the setting sun. His thick chestnut hair curled down in dreadlocks, and on his scalp shot up a ponytail. The figure had rough tan skin dotted here and there with blood red tattoos. The figure stared down at the advancing army of creatures approaching westwards with pupil-less grey eyes.

 

"They do have stamina, I give them that." grunted the grating voice of the Ogre Iozel Witch-king, The Twilight Warlock of the South. He slammed down his heavy oak staff on the ground, raising a cloud of dust that billowed into the air and disappeared into oblivion.

 

"Tch." muttered his somewhat scrawny companion, Taradoc Nitesomer. "Who knows how Orcs will fair when pushed to the limit. They're unpredictable, even more than goblins."

 

Iozel turned his massive head in bemusement at his companion. Taradoc was typical for a Troll, in both girth and personality. The creature had long black hair running down his back, tangled and matted and filled with fleas and God knows what else. His blue skin was bumpy and full of the reminders of many mosquito bites and pimpils of past adolescence. As with most trolls he had an abnormally large nose, which went down toward his mouth and then stretched almost the length of his head, making his nostrils almost as large as his eyes. Around his waist was a small pack, seemingly only able to carry one object. To top it all off, this disgusting creature was clothed only in a brown fur loincloth.

 

"Goblins can be easily controlled, once you put the fear of Pajat in them." Iozel frowned. "Now orcs, even easier. Just point them to the right direction and they wreak havoc, without question."

 

Taradoc responded with a raise of his eyebrows. "Do you think it's a wise decision to be mentioning said Goddess within listening range of them?" The troll gestured toward the green-skinned soldiers.

 

Iozel snorted. "Please! That was thousands of years ago. Besides, as if they have any other choice. Pajat's magics is the only thing keeping those brutes alive!"

 

Taradoc sighed, then cursed as he his feet suddenly slammed into the feet of a cactus. "ƒΐůǿǽσδ!" yelped the troll as he lifted his foot, showing three generously sized needles protruding from his sole. "What the Hela are we doing in this place, Iozel? We should be back in the Moors."

 

The Ogre Lord chuckled, and stared down knowingly in Taradoc's bright blue eyes.

 

"You know why we are here. We are searching for something." then Iozel let out a hoarse laugh. "Catching up on some light reading."

 

Then he looked up and his eyes widened. He nodded to Taradoc, and drew from his pack a large conch horn, wooden and hollow. The sound echoed across the desert plateau. With that sound the roaring song of the orcs rose into a crescendo of harsh drumbeats and battle cries. In front of them was the target.

 

The building was a stronghold, with large great walls of marble and stone. Turrets and parapets and battlements rose out of the walls and split into a dozen paths and staircases on the other side. The brick was well laid out, and beautiful. Rising above

the turrets and parapets stood a clock tower, it's gears turning as it's hands rotated across roman numerals. On the battlements and turrets stood men cloaked in red capes and a matter of finery. Accompanying was an array of men covered in battle armor, wielding swords and claymores and all types of weapons. A bell rang loudly from inside the walls, and already bows were drawn. Heedless of the danger, the orcs charged forward, roaring at the top of their lungs.

 

"The fools." Taradoc scoffed. He gestured to Iozel, who nodded grimly.

 

"Ёσάκχςτ ЕЖϊϋ!" roared the Witch-king, and his voice suddenly let out a dark, deep grumble as if emerging from a savage storm and the grumbling of thunder. Clouds suddenly materialized overhead, and the men on the battlements moaned in dismay as they frantically attempted to flee the battlements.

 

Forked light streamed down, licking up the walls and digging into the stonework, causing the wall to fall. Men in cloaks and men in armor fell into the ground as the exposed hole in the wall began filling with orcs.

 

"The distraction is complete." Iozel nodded, and turned to Taradoc. "Now's your turn. Be sure not to be killed by an over-enthusiastic orc."

 

Taradoc scoffed. "Really? Of course, I have to do all the work, as usual."

 

And so the blue-skinned troll sped off with surprising speed through wall.

 

Fire and flames fed that night. Blood was soaked into the soil. Texts were burned, they're ancient readings forgotten. Except one. One which evaded the flamings and crossfire of orcs and humans. One which was carried off by a blue-skinned creature, who fled with an ogre of enormous girth.

 

And neither orc nor human ever saw them again.

 

 

 

Rate and Review, please.

[Nexev]

8/10

It looks good but I really wish I can understand what is going on. Also this line :Texts were born, they're ancient readings forgotten. Has a typo that makes it more confusing.

[Davok]

Ah, thanks. ^_^ You'll learn more about the story and stuff later on. This is just the prologue after all.

[Davok]

BUMP, I'll start working on the first chapter today.