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Cut Scene Intro for April 2013 Alliance Opener:
The Hero and The General-
The man approached in the shadows, cloaked by the night and wreathed in his black cloak. It was just like he promised, the General’s guards campfires were just wide enough apart to crawl by the trees. A strange purplish glow marked his prey’s fire. He gripped his trusted sword, recently his only friend, and checked his pack for his backup plan. “Tonight, we both die” he thought solemnly. He gripped the last of his will and forged forward in the knee deep snow. Nearby, the dogs of war bayed at his sent but the sentry lay sleeping, long ago since waylaid to mark a path for the man.
The clearing at night was quiet. All sound but the distant sound of his guards and the occasional wolf howl wreathed in the crackling glow of fire. The General enjoyed these times, alone, no cackling of hags, no baying of worg, above all no mewling clan Yarls to make silly demands of him, peace…in the middle of a war. He patted the cooling pack next to the fire, knowing its contents and certain of what it meant soon. He had, after all, been at this a long time and the fragile minds of men were incapable of withstanding the brutality of what it meant for a Spine Dwarf to be at war…still, the General felt for the man as he heard his steps finally approach.
The hero quietly strode into the clearing his prey at the fire poking it with a stick. He knew the old Dark Dwarf could hear him approach but he had a plan to ensure his victory that’s all that mattered winning the war. “Goren” he said as he came to sit at the fire. The Dwarf inclined his head to the man…he knew he had him now.
The spoke a while, of war and peace, of past and of things the two might have once held in common. But our hero began to sense that the General had indeed been expecting him. Still he bantered, knowing he could win the fight…
“I didn’t think you had it in you to be a hero boy” said the old scraggly dwarf.
“It seems you underestimated me then” replied the Hero harshly.
“No, I didn’t” replied the old dwarf with confidence. “I did what I did for a good reason…and you again, like all of your people…took your eyes off the prize” Snarled the Dwarf….he hefted his shield as the Hero came on in a flash of shield and sword. The dark dwarf was older but much wiser, he moved with an efficiency of motion that startled The Hero, still new to the sword.
Still, The Hero pressed on calling deeper and deeper into himself for more power and calling forth his magical swords magic’s. The clearing grew loud with flashes of steel ringing on steel, axe and sword slashing at metal and wood. It grew bright with the glow of magic expended as The Hero began to take the dwarf through his paces…bringing a sweat to his elder’s brow…they paused.
“See I told you I could beat you” gloated The Hero, “I’m not done yet” replied the dwarf….”your eyes are still off the prize” he lunged forward with a powerful axe blow which the Hero ducked. “What’s the prize?” said the Hero pausing the fight.
The dwarf, with almost a hint of shame nodded to the blanket by the fire. The two circled each other as the hero walked his way closer to the blanket “it’s not personal boy, I just needed to be ready for you and this time I am, perhaps someday you can understand that” The Hero lifted the blanket…revealing horror….he cried in rage as his sword filled him with power. “WHY?” he screamed through the night as he dove towards his foe.
“For exactly this” roared The General. “Your eyes are off the prize!” he snarled as he now controlled the battle against his raging foe. The battle intensified to a fury of blows and magic’s but now, the General controlled the strategy. He knew it would be so; no one could answer the insult he had just offered with indifference. The Hero threw all of his spirit and strength behind his attacks, he plead with magic silently to answer his call…praying for his foe’s destruction and his own death he whirled enraged through the clearing calling forth all of his power and all of his training in ever increasing bursts of elemental and kinetic energy. As he grew tired, his mind returned slowly…and he realized…today was not his, he was beaten before he ever arrived at the battle. The Dwarf had used him…he realized this as the butt of the axe took him square on the head and knocked him backwards towards the fire. His swords magic spent, his body all but broken he lay next to the blanket, containing the horrors of a lifetime.
“How could you?” he cried hoarsely…straining against his sword to draw strength.
“I had to, there is no way I could have defeated you unprepared or while you fought with your town. As for that…you left it behind unattended, I went to take it consider it the price of your lesson boy”. He said coldly.
The Hero, once a simple man, who lived life slowly and embraced the joys of life, lay broken. He had been warned of this outcome, he had ignored it all. What care had he for his own safety?
“You thought you were so clever…kill me and yourself…did you think I didn’t know you would die to kill me?
“I understand…”the hero said, tears coursing his cheeks and filling his eyes …do your worse Goren” as he closed his eyes expecting the final blow he reached under the blanket to feel her cold fingers…his love flashed before his eyes “ I already did” solemnly intoned The General as the axe came down…The Hero opened his eyes to look once more…and in his last moment before the axe severed his link to life he spent staring into the lifeless eyes of his wife.
Thanks for reading. On behalf of the entire Chicago staff and NPC guild we look forward to seeing you at the season opener of the 2013 Alliance Larp Season
Regards,
Paul F
Chicago HOP
The Hero and The General-
The man approached in the shadows, cloaked by the night and wreathed in his black cloak. It was just like he promised, the General’s guards campfires were just wide enough apart to crawl by the trees. A strange purplish glow marked his prey’s fire. He gripped his trusted sword, recently his only friend, and checked his pack for his backup plan. “Tonight, we both die” he thought solemnly. He gripped the last of his will and forged forward in the knee deep snow. Nearby, the dogs of war bayed at his sent but the sentry lay sleeping, long ago since waylaid to mark a path for the man.
The clearing at night was quiet. All sound but the distant sound of his guards and the occasional wolf howl wreathed in the crackling glow of fire. The General enjoyed these times, alone, no cackling of hags, no baying of worg, above all no mewling clan Yarls to make silly demands of him, peace…in the middle of a war. He patted the cooling pack next to the fire, knowing its contents and certain of what it meant soon. He had, after all, been at this a long time and the fragile minds of men were incapable of withstanding the brutality of what it meant for a Spine Dwarf to be at war…still, the General felt for the man as he heard his steps finally approach.
The hero quietly strode into the clearing his prey at the fire poking it with a stick. He knew the old Dark Dwarf could hear him approach but he had a plan to ensure his victory that’s all that mattered winning the war. “Goren” he said as he came to sit at the fire. The Dwarf inclined his head to the man…he knew he had him now.
The spoke a while, of war and peace, of past and of things the two might have once held in common. But our hero began to sense that the General had indeed been expecting him. Still he bantered, knowing he could win the fight…
“I didn’t think you had it in you to be a hero boy” said the old scraggly dwarf.
“It seems you underestimated me then” replied the Hero harshly.
“No, I didn’t” replied the old dwarf with confidence. “I did what I did for a good reason…and you again, like all of your people…took your eyes off the prize” Snarled the Dwarf….he hefted his shield as the Hero came on in a flash of shield and sword. The dark dwarf was older but much wiser, he moved with an efficiency of motion that startled The Hero, still new to the sword.
Still, The Hero pressed on calling deeper and deeper into himself for more power and calling forth his magical swords magic’s. The clearing grew loud with flashes of steel ringing on steel, axe and sword slashing at metal and wood. It grew bright with the glow of magic expended as The Hero began to take the dwarf through his paces…bringing a sweat to his elder’s brow…they paused.
“See I told you I could beat you” gloated The Hero, “I’m not done yet” replied the dwarf….”your eyes are still off the prize” he lunged forward with a powerful axe blow which the Hero ducked. “What’s the prize?” said the Hero pausing the fight.
The dwarf, with almost a hint of shame nodded to the blanket by the fire. The two circled each other as the hero walked his way closer to the blanket “it’s not personal boy, I just needed to be ready for you and this time I am, perhaps someday you can understand that” The Hero lifted the blanket…revealing horror….he cried in rage as his sword filled him with power. “WHY?” he screamed through the night as he dove towards his foe.
“For exactly this” roared The General. “Your eyes are off the prize!” he snarled as he now controlled the battle against his raging foe. The battle intensified to a fury of blows and magic’s but now, the General controlled the strategy. He knew it would be so; no one could answer the insult he had just offered with indifference. The Hero threw all of his spirit and strength behind his attacks, he plead with magic silently to answer his call…praying for his foe’s destruction and his own death he whirled enraged through the clearing calling forth all of his power and all of his training in ever increasing bursts of elemental and kinetic energy. As he grew tired, his mind returned slowly…and he realized…today was not his, he was beaten before he ever arrived at the battle. The Dwarf had used him…he realized this as the butt of the axe took him square on the head and knocked him backwards towards the fire. His swords magic spent, his body all but broken he lay next to the blanket, containing the horrors of a lifetime.
“How could you?” he cried hoarsely…straining against his sword to draw strength.
“I had to, there is no way I could have defeated you unprepared or while you fought with your town. As for that…you left it behind unattended, I went to take it consider it the price of your lesson boy”. He said coldly.
The Hero, once a simple man, who lived life slowly and embraced the joys of life, lay broken. He had been warned of this outcome, he had ignored it all. What care had he for his own safety?
“You thought you were so clever…kill me and yourself…did you think I didn’t know you would die to kill me?
“I understand…”the hero said, tears coursing his cheeks and filling his eyes …do your worse Goren” as he closed his eyes expecting the final blow he reached under the blanket to feel her cold fingers…his love flashed before his eyes “ I already did” solemnly intoned The General as the axe came down…The Hero opened his eyes to look once more…and in his last moment before the axe severed his link to life he spent staring into the lifeless eyes of his wife.
Thanks for reading. On behalf of the entire Chicago staff and NPC guild we look forward to seeing you at the season opener of the 2013 Alliance Larp Season
Regards,
Paul F
Chicago HOP