The Flames Of Magranon

[Thrrim 217]

"The Flames of Magranon"

 

Chapter_1: Just a Merchant

 

Long, long ago, when powerful dragons still lived on the lands.

a time, not your time, nor my time, but the time when the grass grew greener and the world was

peaceful and bliss. There lived a trader in the lands of Mol Rehan. His name was Heldred.

 

As a person Heldred was a very discreet and punctual man standing at 6"2, he was a very wonderful 

man who loved to be a part of the community in Mol Rehan, providing assistance to anyone who needed

it. He was very laid back and not at all concerned about the problems of the world - the only thing 

that bothered him was the infamous Horde Of The Summoned, Dark riders who entrailed only fire 

and death in their wake, hailing from the barren wasteland that is Affliction. Though the governing 

body of Mol Rehan said their soldiers can hold them off on the shores of Elevation a place he would 

like to avoid very much, with only a few raiders slipping past the home defence was kept busy

day-in day-out, fortunately he didn't need to worry about confronting the intruders anyway as they 

daren't go near Glittershore, his home, For their own sake of living.

 

Heldred was a merchant, his shop was open at the Glittershore market five days a week, 

selling a range of items from large sets of chain armor to the smallest needles known to the kingdom.

Heldred had a talent towards blacksmithing from birth, but he liked to be open towards life, taking

every path in smithing. He prided himself with his work, and he could make a decent living 

off of his little store located on the outskirts of the new-comer settlement.

 

He always pondered upon what drove a man to kill, he was not a keen fighter from his point of 

view but he had sufficient skills with a large shield & sword to defend himself if need be.

As he closed up his shop for the night he noticed something in the sky - the sun, sol, was beginning to

go very dim which was odd as it had not turned night time, and infact it was a very nice day eariler with

few clouds apparent in the horizon around him, as he was wondering this a massive rumbling sound

came from beneath him, then faded, this had not happened before, well atleast for a few hundred

years atleast, the only time he can remember of something like this is in childhood tales, of nights

in shining armory rushing to battle against the dark-army of the Empress of Horde of the Summoned.

Could it be? He did not make any judgements yet.

 

 

Chapter_2: Caedem.

 

Elevation. The previous day.

 

The faint sound of galloping in the distance drawing ever-closer, the heavy sounds of armor as 

an army preparing for their last stand. The war-cry of the Blacklighters thundered through the steppe. 

a massive dust-cloud entrailing behind them. The sudden smash of metal-on metal and the screams of 

dying warriors and war-maidens. The Mol Rehan force did not expect to be so easily broken. Despite their most valiant efforts the 

mass of the HotS army stormed through a gap in the army of magranon and slaughtered it's soldiers in

unimaginably revolting ways. There were little survivors, and after the crushing defeat the leaders of 

Mol Rehan called a meeting to ponder on what would be the next decisive move in the war to lead them

one step closer to the heart of BL-Elevation. 

 

Their only problem was the fact that their armies were depleted,

and one of them plucked the idea of training citizens from Desertion, and using them for the war.

The Chancellor agreed that this was a suitable action, and he sent 10 messengers to the various 

settlements of the kingdom, in search of men, and women suitable to help them reclaim what was rightfully theirs;

Their freedom, whether they wanted to or not.

 

Present day, Desertion.

 

It was morning, the air was cold and Heldred was just opening his shop for the day, news of the

defeat was spread around the local area of Glittershore fairly quickly. The whole island for that matter.

And he was hearing rumors of the HotS armies becoming more active than usual, but he was just 

a blacksmith. And he wanted to go his usual daily buisness. The rest of the day it was quiet, people passing

through on horses, he sold quite a nice amount of goods today, contented to his days work he began to

whistle a tune, and just as he did a very bold man in full plate armor approached him on his noble white-stallion

which was embezzled with the finest iron barding's he had ever seen, the man looked down and glared 

at Heldred, The man began to speak about the current events and that he was a messenger sent to

recruit any willing volunteers to join the army of Mol Rehan. The man said they were in need of smiths

with a talent to their work, and they would be payed a decent salary for a service in return for 

a fixed amount of time in the army.

 

Heldred wondered about if it was worth the money, he disagreed. And declined the offer.

The messenger nodded, turned around and went back the path he came from at a slow speed.

He got a good 20 metres away from Heldreds stand, and he did the unexpected - he charged!

Heldred leaped towards his hidden Large shield & long sword and managed to barely parry

the incoming maul from the man, he turned to face another aggressor who managed to get a cut

to his thigh which made him stumble backwards and fall over, knocking Heldred clean out.

 

Chapter_3: Friends and Fortresses.

 

The blacksmith awoke to the sound of crashing waves and the sound of the ocean, 

very slowly stumbling up and noticing a sharp pain in his right thigh, which had apparently 

been bandaged and treated with a healing cover. He had somehow miraculously ended up on a cog,

which was quite packed with people from all around Mol Rehan, a man stood just infront of where 

Heldred was sitting, and noticed he had awoken. This man began to converse with him about how 

they  were taking people against their will to fight for their kingdom, And that the same happened to 

him. The man, well a dwarf as he was unusually small, said he had the same happen to him.

He seemed to be a very avid fighter from what Heldred could see, as he had a massive

huge axe slung over his back.

 

He went by the name of Ragzad, a fighter from the northern desert in MR, 

and was definately not a new player. Heldred and Ragzad conversed about

crafting for a while, and Heldred seemed to learn quite a bit from what

Ragzad had input, afterwards Heldred went to sleep again, and his wound

was still very sore. He woke up later, not by choice but by having a bucket of 

water thrown over his head, oh how we would have liked to hit that man.

It was not worth it though as he needed all of his energy to continue with whatever

they had planned for him in this kidnapping. He went up a deck on the cog and

the sun's light seamed down on him, a trickle of blood came from his wound which

infact had turned green, not a good thing to see from his perspective he settled on

getting it looked at in the morning. He went ashore with sweat on his brow, and saw

some sort of army camp, which was actually quite aesthetically pleasing, as he entered

through the large gatehouse he got directed towards a large-sized tent with some beds

in and he found a trunk with his name on in bold, it read "Heldred, Smith-Fighter 201." 

 

Upon opening the trunk he found a piece of paper labelling his daily schedule some weapons

shields and and his inventory of tools, but higher quality than before!

It seems as if he was lucky compared to some of the other guys in his tent with scheduelling as

they were doing running and alot of physical excercise unlike him, although he did have a fair

amount to do aswell. By this time it had just turned midnight and everyone around the fort

had gone to sleep, or was getting completely hammered at the tavern that was stupidly

placed inside the fort aswell...

 

Which lead him to think it was not worth fighting some extremely drunk man over

a pint of beer which was not his in the first place, so he decided to go to sleep instead.

He clambered into bed taking off his horribly itchy and blistering rag-shoes, 

closed his eyes and fell asleep very quickly.

 

Chapter 4 shall come shortly, as the support motivated me to write more!

 

[ooc]

PLEASE NOTE I WILL EDIT AND ADD THE NEXT CHAPTERS SO PLEASE KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THEM!

 

I felt like writing a story for some reason and it turned out to become the above.

If you think that something should be improved within the story please feel free to suggest! and criticism is encouraged! (i won't bite )

 

~Firecat

Edited September 9, 2013 by Thrrim

[Suntzu 644]

Nice please continue.

[Lulu 601]

The suspence! I hope Heldred will be ok

[Redd 4,281]

Some might spell it "Falame"

 

Good read

[Sir Arowhun 473]

Very nice!

[Bart 954]

I sent 12 messengers originally drakespirits got 2 of them before they left flamma

good story

[Thrrim 217]

*BUMP* Chapter 3 added! "09/09/13 21:09."

[Thrrim 217]

Bump

[rosedragon 2,282]

wow nice work here, I'm thrilled to read the rest!

bart, you are such a kidnapper! LOL..

Edited September 11, 2013 by rosedragon