Black And Blue

Black and Blue

The two warriors were atop a high cliff. The sun was just about to go down, and the moon would become the only beacon of light. The wind howled by, and slight drizzles of raindrops began to cover the warriors' armor with small spots of water. The two warriors were dressed exactly the same. They each had full body armor, and a long cape that blew with the wind. They gazed into each other's eyes, and saw a blind rage staring back at them.
The blue knight dashed at the black knight. The blue knight tackled into the black knight and lifted the two of them off of the ground. They soared through the air, and both came crashing down with the blue knight on top. The black knight used his strength and threw the blue knight off of the cliff. The blue knight was about to fly down the cliffside, but he grabbed the edge just in time. He was swaying in the air with one trembling set of fingers grabbing onto the rocky outcrop. The black knight came over and slammed his heel down on the blue knight's fingers. Each finger broke in multiple places, as it was a harmony of dead tree branches being crushed underneath a tow of pressure. The blue knight felt a numbing sensation in his fingers, and as he began to fall off the cliff, he grabbed the black knight's ankle and pulled with all his strength. The black knight's legs came forward and he smashed the back of his skull right where the blue knight had his fingers. A stain of blood was left on the outcrop.
They both began to tumble down the hill scratching and bruising their bodies. The black knight's knee grazed against a large cluster of thorns, shredding it up into a mass of blood and bone. The blue knight's shoulder collided full speed with a large boulder, and it was ripped out of its socket. They both tumbled further, and then they both slammed onto the hard ground with a thud. The black knight tore a bunch of massive, dagger sized splinters out of his knee. It was not a knee anymore, but a jagged fountain of everlasting blood. The blue knights seized his shoulder and shoved it back into its socket. It cracked and popped until it operated normally.
Without further recovery, each knight drew a sword. They each had the same exact sword. They were long, sharp and engraved with ancient runes and calligraphy. They each took a swing and collided. Sparks flew out of the collision like the eruption of a great volcano. After a series of clangs, the blue knight's blade made contact with the black knights upper arm. Like an envelope full of blood, the black knight's skin exploded and from the newly lacerated wound came the thick, red substance of victory. The black knights thought as though he did not feel the wound, so he ducked the blue knight's next swipe and drove his blade into his leg. At first only the tip went through, then like a rusty key fitting into a rusty keyhole, the black knight's force penetrated the armor, flesh and blood of the blue knight. The sword was ripped out of the blue knight's skin and a trail of blood went through the atmosphere, slowly trickling down like mist from a waterfall. Another flurry of blows exchanged between the two expert swordsmen. They each fought with such flawlessness it seemed as though somebody constructed them both with routine-fighting styles that perfectly reflected each other's movements.
They become locked within each other. They each had their swords in a position of strain. The two swords, like an unstable bridge, trembled against each other as each knight forced their strongest might upon the test of vigor. The swords slipped, and both of them flew off into the distance. The two knights immediately backed out. They looked into each other's eyes again. And saw the same rage. It was even stronger.
They slowly circled each other once again each with a set of knuckles up in the air. The blue knight threw a fierce punch at the black knight's face. The black knight blocked it, and retaliated by driving his fist into the blue knight's ribcage. The black knight hit him so hard that it cracked two of the blue knight's ribs. They broke like toothpicks. Before the black knight could even think about his next move, the blue knight slammed his right set of knuckles into the black knight's eye. The eye swelled up like a purple balloon with too much air in it. The black knight flinched, and the blue knight punched him in the exact same spot once again. The balloon popped and squirted blood all over the blue knights fist. The bone supporting the eye also snapped. It was hanging off the black knight's face like a nail sticking out of a piece of wood. The black knight did not take the time to recover, and he caught the blue knight off guard. He wound up quickly and drove his elbow directly into the blue knight's mouth. The armor on the black knight's elbow was as thick and tough as a shield. The blue knight flew airborne. He left behind three teeth that each fell through the air like loose rock falling off of a mountain. He luckily landed next to his trusty sword. Just as he began to reach for it, the black knight pounced on him and slammed his knee into the blue knight's back. His spine cracked a dozen times, and the black knight grabbed a lock of the blue knight's hair. He yanked his face upward toward the sky, and punched him very hard in the jaw. The jaw snapped. The blue knight stood up, and threw the black knight off of his back and the black nights skidded in the ground, scraping his armor. The blue knight spat a gigantic wad of blood out of blood out of his mouth. He then used the lower part of his hand to slam his jaw back into place. The black knight got up and charged the blue knight. The blue knight grabbed him by the collar and slammed him on the ground headfirst. The black knight rolled through the impact and landed on his feet, facing away from the blue knight.
They each stood back to back. They were ten feet apart.
The blue knight had four black and blue fingers that were twice the size from where they were before. His right shoulder was a step lower than his left. His right, upper leg had a hole in it shaped like a slit, which bled profusely. Two of his ribs became a series of smaller ones. His spine was not normal, but dented. He was missing three teeth, and his jaw would not operate normally. His gums bled through his lips.
The black night had one abnormal knee. It was a shredded mass of bone. His right arm was sliced open so wide that the bone was visible. He was blind in one eye, as it took too much damage. It supplied blood instead of vision. The bone around his eye was a split up black and blue ring that expanded out to his nose and eyebrow. He felt dizzy from the concussion he received from being driven into the ground, and from his head being smashed against a rock.
“Do you think we went to far?� asked the blue knight while tilting his head toward his left side.
“Our wounds will heal. I think I am half-blind. I guess God gave me two eyes for a reason.� Replied the black knight.
“Do you think this fight was destined to be?�
“Yeah…�
“Me too…�
They stood in silence and listened to the wind. The sun was slowly coming down from its day of work. The sky turned a hazy purple and pink. A full moon sat in the dimming sky. They each picked up their swords and left the field, side by side. Each of their capes blew in the wind as they disappeared from the sight of battle. A days training was done.






Prophecy of Our Necrosis

You want a house. You build one. You want food. You hunt. Nobody owns anything. You get what you need through hard work. People live with nature, simply traveling the world. No such thing as society, no such thing as government or taxing. The people know their natural rights. They know not to kill unless it's necessary; they know not to take what isn't theirs. They just know.
That is when I met it. It talked to me. I do not know how to communicate with anyone else. We all have our own ways of thinking. But for some reason I could understand it. It left me speechless and it told me something I wish I never heard. I do not know what it is.
I live in a forest just by a waterfall. I drink from the waterfall, and I hunt the wild beasts that roam in the denser part of the forest. I use sharpened sticks and rocks strung together to kill my prey. I give them names, and I have eaten a wide variety of them. Big to small and strong to weak. They have different tastes and textures. Some of them leave me hungry, and some taste very good. Some give me sickness for weeks and some just taste rancid.
My home is built solely out of natural things from the Earth. It keeps the warmth and is also a much hidden place, as it is barely noticeable from someone or something wandering around the perimeter. I just kind of was born here, and learned to survive at a young age.
The weather is usually dark, dreary, with a faint gray fog always sitting on top of the high trees of the forest. Sometimes the rain is very harsh, but most of the time it is a pleasant sprinkle of water, just enough for my satisfaction.
My life is very standard. I fend for myself and it is fine. But I feel I am living for a different reason. Because it told me something. Something very dark, and almost…evil. But the truth behind the matter is what scared me.

I woke up early that day. It was pleasantly dark and dreary. I gathered my things. Knife, spear, bow, just all my hunting gear. I climbed out of my shelter and began walking a path I plowed over from my constant venturing. I brushed the twigs and leaves out of my face and gazed at my waterfall. I've never been past it before. I was always curious about it, but something told me I shouldn't. Then again, something told me I should. Something in my head triggered, and I began to climb it. The rocks were lined up nicely so I just stepped and reached and made my way up the waterfall. The water was rushing into my face, and I was slipping constantly. I eventually made it to the summit and I looked over the horizon. The trees looked green and tall. My shelter was nowhere to be seen, which made me happy.
I noticed that grass beneath my feet was kind of rough. I looked down to see it was a pale green. Like when the autumn season is just beginning and the vegetation loses it's coloration of summer. I strode on forward and I entered a forest similar to my own. I fact it was nearly identical to it despite its appearance. The trees were mangled and dead looking. The bark was a withered gray, and no leaves were present. Only death loomed in this place.
I wanted to turn back, but my legs wouldn't let me go, I kept going deeper and deeper into the forest until dead animal carcasses were around on the ground. By the time no light was seen in this place I saw it. I saw it and froze with utter horror. It was a cave. It was twisted and sunken into the Earth. It looked like a black, dead, rotting waste of matter. I could not help but go further. I trembled with each step and my breath was stuttering with adrenaline. I fell into the sunken hole to smell nothing neither putrid nor sweet. It smelled of emptiness and decay. The stalagmites hung with a dank aura of doom, and many dead life forms were lying dead all over the place.
I saw a small but assuring light at the end. It got bigger and bigger with each step. I reached it, and it was a bright force that made me almost go blind. I heard a strange noise, one which I cannot describe, and while trying to recover, I felt my body lock into place. I looked up into a mass of green energy, it moaned and grumbled with sounds of terror that pierced my mind and soul like a sharpened knife. My face felt like it was melting. I stared at this thing for the longest time with a distorted look on my face. I couldn't feel my legs, and my body was seemingly corroding away into dust.
It was talking to me. I could not understand what it was saying, but I completely accepted what it was trying to define. It made perfect sense. It's…sad. How can an entire population be the very cause of its demise if we continue to live lives of peace and serenity with the Earth? I get it. It is futile to explain because I am in the times of peace. Chaos is apparent. The tides of change and the disintegration of order and morality will steadily consume our foundation. Yeah…it is sad. It is very sad.


Paradise of Death

The small child was skipping through the woods whistling. He was in a happy mood, the tune he was whistling was happy. Each step of his skipping pattern made a small thud on the ground; just loud enough to be heard by the wild animals that lingered close by. The woods were dark. The trees were very tall, and underneath the silent thudding and whistling of the innocent child, there was much rustling and growling. The small child did not hear these noises because he was in such a happy mood. He was overjoyed.
The child slowed down to a dead stop. He was not happy anymore. He was frozen in terror as he gazed into the perplexing forest. It warped into a terrifying maze of many legged creatures and ear piercing noises. The forest continued so deep, it became a web of darkness. The child tried to scream but he could not. The forest was coming alive in front of his very eyes. Bugs were crawling under his skin, vines were wrapping around his feet, and the child could do nothing but stay silent and terrified.
The child snapped out of it. Everything was normal. The relief he felt was compared to a ten thousand pound weight being lifted off of his shoulders. Everything was alright. Alright, until the beast emerged. The green beast with giant claws, and menacing fangs rushed at the child, letting out a roaring howl and shaking the ground with each step from his four-legged dash. The child attempted to scream, but he could not speak, for his head was no longer on his shoulders. It was flying through the clean air, leaving a trail of blood to slowly come down through the atmosphere, staining it red. The head hit the ground with a thud, and a lifeless expression stayed on the face of the child. He was no more. After the child fell over spilling more blood all over the ground, the beast picked up the corpse and vanished right before my eyes.
In this town, which I have lived for many years, there is a curse. All of your nightmares involving little children being eaten and killed, and the forlorn effort to stop the menace holds true. I have survived for a while now. I have lived longer than anybody has ever lived in this generation. It is almost impossible to grow up here. No child lives past the age of three. The forest draws them in. The forest allows them to slip past any authority or any protection for that matter, and wander through the forest, in which they become so stunned and helpless; they are devoured by the beast.
I will tell my tale. I survived. The curse will never be lifted, but I avoided the curse. I avoided it. Only I and the ten elders are the ones who are immune to the effects of the forest. I may be able to save the children. Twelve children are turning three next season. Twelve. I may be able to save twelve lives.

The day was sunny and clear. I was three, the usual age. I was thinking about something interesting that day. Since I vividly remember something at the age of three, something strange was about to happen. I was thinking about something that not even a grown person could comprehend. I asked myself, “How was the living forest created?� When I asked myself this question, I felt no urge to go into the forest. Each day I became smarter. I had the wisdom and knowledge compared to the elders. I lived each day, counting down the days until the end of the third cursed year. The night before my fourth birthday was a nightmare. During the endless night as I tossed around in my bed all night, I felt the urge to get up. I don't know why. I got up and I felt like I was controlled, and I wandered out of room, out of my house and into the dreaded forest. My legs wobbled with each step and my mind was shot. I couldn't even think. I felt…absolutely joyous. I entered the forest and felt even better. I was the king of the world, I was in paradise. I was warped to my personal utopia. I saw everything I wanted, and everything I loved. I was dreaming. This was all too unusual. Children of three do not have any kind of hopes and dreams. Children of three can hardly think and live for themselves. I stopped for a moment after my joyous redemption and looked off into the depths of the forest. It morphed into my personal dystopia. My personal hell. I experienced the nightmare of t my lifetime. I saw horrible things. I saw my worst fears. It was…scary. After a period of time in which it seemed like an eternity, I became sane. I became normal. I tried to remember what just happened. It was difficult but I did remember. Then, I heard the beast. I heard the rustling and the grunting. It was silent afterwards. Not a single sound was heard from the massive forest. “Maybe it wasn't the beast. It was probably the wind, right?� These optimistic thoughts ran through my mind, but were often crushed with pessimistic views of my own demise. It was a waging war in my head. The thought of the beast was slowly killing my sanity. It emerged. “No, it is just my mind.� It wasn't. It was the beast. It appeared more humanoid than anything. It looked like a male human, with claws and fangs. Its scaly green skin looked like green shields bolted unto its skin. It lashed its tongue, a fiery whip striking through the hazy night. The fangs were sharpened daggers, each shining simultaneously with the moonlight. It let out a mighty roar, and readied for the pounce. I was dead, I knew it. I stood there, not knowing how to stand. I did not know how to ease the pain my mind was going through. My spirit was being run through a rusty grinder which invoked the most pain I could have ever imagined. The though of death was immense.
The thought vanished. I heard a loud whooping howl from the distance. It started low and the pitch of it sky rocketed to a very high tone. This war cry sounded wild. It sounded friendly. I began to regain hope. The beast immediately disappeared, and a large, furry mammal leapt out of the forest. It shook the ground upon landing. Before the beast had a chance to look around, the beast leapt from above and landed on top of the mammal. The beast thrusted it's claws into the mammal's head, and bit the mammal's shoulder, tearing off the flesh. The beast threw the mammal to the ground, and spit out a bloody wad of flesh taken from the furry shoulder of the mammal. I blacked out right then, it felt like my head was blown up and my eyes were no longer in their sockets.
I woke up three days later in the castle of the elders. They had me in a pitch-black room, where they asked me questions about the forest. They talked to me with hatred. Whenever I did not answer they would whip me and brand me. After three days of torture, I returned home and meditated for twelve years. I thought about what happened that day the entire time and I snapped out of my mantra when I turned sixteen. I vowed to kill the beast when I awoke.
The time came when I was to kill the beast and end this curse. I took my knife and my spear, and I set out for the beast. I entered the forest and ha such a vivid memory, I fainted for a short while. The thought was immense. I stumbled back up and I called out the beast.
“Your life ends now! Show yourself you coward!� I screamed out.
I felt a strong presence, and I heard a slight growl. I looked around and saw nothing. I heard rustles all around my perception. I was beginning to feel a surge of apprehension, but I felt no kind of trance. As I gazed around the forest, a got hit in the head very hard. I felt my skull split in pain. The beast walked over to me and lifted me up by my hair. The pain was incredible. Blood oozed out of my eye, and I was half-blind. The beast drew out its shining claws, and put them against my throat. I felt the cold serrated edge begin to rip my skin off. When I thought I had no chance, the beast was tackled by another being. It was a brown mass from my altered eyesight. I got to my knees and looked through my good eye. I saw a large furry animal with a huge scar on its right shoulder, take the beast by its tale and throw it against an oak tree. It howled in pain, and then I got to my feet. With all of my strength, I pounced on the beast and tore it apart with my knife. Blood was showering through the air. I become covered in the beast's thick blood. I nearly had his body cut into a dozen different pieces, but I did not stop. I kept hacking into its flesh with insane rage. I heard myself screaming with vengeance. I slowed down my intervals and got to my feet. The mammal was gone.
I took the beast's head and went to the council of the elders. I threw the severed head into the middle of their throne room, and left slowly.
The beast's head twitched, it made strange noises and began to have disgusting spasms as limbs began to grow out of the beast's neck. The body of the beast regenerated out of the severed head. It slowly got to its feet, croaking and growling. It drew its claws and leapt unto the closest elder.
I returned to the council ten years later. The place reeks of rotting corpses and corroding bone. Dried blood still sticks to the walls and ceilings. It is a chamber for the dead. Every night at midnight, the beast howls from inside the throne



Three random stories i wrote. id like to write a story for wc3, but i suck at making movies.

My goal: blow people away with a kick ass cinematic, i got the story department, anybody wanna help me? i could use anything, triggers, terrain everything.

Pm me if u wanna make shit happen, screw CotN and CotD, i can top them.

what my inner nerd was screaming while reading this: meh

why: it was long. well written but as we all know my inner nerd focuses on character, plot and writing style. which was meh.

overall: 7/10

this isn't really wc3 material, im coming up with a script, i jus wanna see what u guys think of my ideas. ill post a script in the team building forum. i wanna help create a kick ass cinematic, but im not good with cameras, terrain etc.

I read these when you first posted them but didn't feel like rating them until now, sorry. Ok, since they're three stories I'll talk about them seperatly.

Black and Blue

This story had some very interesting descriptions, though at some points the amount of violence seemed un-needed. There really weren't any big problems with this one and had a very neat ending.

I'm giving Black and Blue a 8.3/10

Prophecy of our Necrosis

I really liked the descriptive language in this story and the plot was very interesting. The ending was very hard to grasp however, it could just be that I was tired when reading it though. No major problems in this story either.

I'm giving Prophecy of our Necrosis a 9.2/10

Paradise of Death

This story was fantastic, the way you described the beast was just amazing. I can't think of one thing bad about this story.

I'm giving Paradise of Death a 10/10, the first perfect rating I've ever given out.

These stories were all very well done and I hope to see more stories from you in the future. I might be able to help you out on your cinematic, but not for a few weeks.

I'm just going to say something about Paradise of Death, because I have to go soon.

I didn't like how his decisions seemed to be 'forced'. He didn't put much thought into deciding that the beast must die; he just did it, really. I didn't really get much sense of him growing up either: twelve years were compressed into one sentence.. And lastly it seemed a little rushed:

You just compiled twelve years into one sentence. At least stretch out the description of the trance so that the reader gets some sense of the length of time that this is.

One more complaint is that the story didn't have any point really: no moral or anything. At least that's what I think. But then, that could just be me.

But other then that, the story was pretty good. I hope to read more by you (and will, once I get back and can read these stories)