Stormwind (Yet more horrible fiction! ;p)
Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 2:02 pm
Here is another lously attempt at fiction. Sooowwy. :/
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As the tide at the harbour calmed one minute and raged the next, citizens gathered heavily around the docks. Not only did the Church and Academy await the returnal of a great ship, but all the auctioneers and bankers did too. Bank holidays were never as tough as this one, however with a new legendary ship hired to await high-ranked soldiers whom are to head to the War against the Naga in Vash'Jir, only everyone watched and waited their returnal. No ship was to be seen for the past seven hours - citizens had gotten weary after the first few hours when the Stormwind City Guard had entered the harbour, weak and defeated. Bells chimed in the cooling deep breeze coiling around the city Harbour, signalling the eighteenth hour of the day.
''Aye, they should be back at eight fer a latest, lads and lassy's. Must b'six by the sounds of it.'' One Guardsman broke the silence with a few Dwarven words, leaving the human citizens slightly puzzled. Only the guards seemed to notice what he said.
... Silence ...
''Yeah, doesn't look like it's coming very soon.'' Another broke a more awkward silence with, he was a human, baring raven hair and some light stubble across his beard-line, dressed in the Sergeant Guard's uniform. Time flew by - it seemed like five hours to them, when it was only two. Church bells rang another twenty times and several Guards - especially the females - seemed worried. That, was when the ranting started.
''What if they had drowned at sea?'' Spoke a slim, tan-skinned Priestess in a snow white robe, brushing out her blonde locks from before her eyes.
''So what?'' Hesitantly replied the head medic of the S::7, countering her point with slight sarcasm, ''I can't be bothered to save them out in sea unless someone brings them here in some flying machine! Oh, that's not going to happen, is it.''
''You make a fine medic, Viskar.'' The young Priestess replied, turning with a sigh and striding off swiftly, robes fluttering elegantly in the breeze and wind blowing gently through her beautiful locks of golden. Viskar sighed - would he ever be kind to someone for once? Thoughts dashed through his mind before he made a decision, the decision to leave it for the meantime. Glimmering and bringing light upon the darkened scenery, the fine silver moon shone it's rays of light upon the citizens within a small period of time, it was ten o'clock and no one was happy except the drunken Dwarves, waiting patiently as the wispy seas lightened under the moonlight.
------------ Ship Perspective------------
Slumped lazily against the head of the bed, Esser watched the sea out of a misty, tiny window to his right. The ship sharply tipped and rocked to the side with every single turn, the young grain-blonde-haired man groaning as his stuff fell on top of him from the shelf. WHO would invent shelves, in a ship?! Well, the captain must have been somewhat crazy, when he stumbled in drunk and said ''Shince when did we have the shhelves in here, shailor? ... hic!''. That explained pretty clearly that he was decently crazy, as well as why these wooden shelves were nailed half-heartedly to the ship cabin walls. Esser released a long, drawn-out sigh as something hit him in the head, rubbing slightly on where he was hit and glancing up to hear water gushing in through the walls in the large sleeping cabin besides him. Flinging open a door, several men scurried in yelling ''Get out of the ship! We're sinking, and close to decently flat land. Hop out and swim! If the sharks get you, then we're close to th'city so we can get 'cha a medic.'' Before dashing out screaming. By the time Esser escaped his cabin room with all the supplies he needed, leaving his uniform behind so that it shall not drag him down, a shark was squirming toward him in a menacing matter.
''Nice ... Sharky.'' He muttered, moving past and running at full speed, turning the sharp corner and ...
CANNONBAAAAALL!
Ooomf. Esser landed harshly on the reef of the sea, hitting hit head on a rock before squirming to the shore. Medics crowded around the remaining soldiers - it seemed all were there, however, inspecting each of them carefully for injuries. The minor could wait until later. Esser was dashed off without a word, followed closely by several well-ish guards to support.
----Stormwind Perspective----
Seeing the guards enter the docks was amazing, but the ship had sank - it was found not far away in the reef of the forgotten waters. It never was named such - some call it this and some call it that, some call it whatever on Azeroth they wanted. But no one really cared. Citizens cheered quietly and the Guards that stayed behind shook the Captains hand.
''Glad you returned alive with all your crew, Jim. Hope that your 'sailors' enjoyed the months as pirates.'' The raven-head spoke, shaking Captain Jim's hand with the slightest of a smile.
''Glad you were patient waitersh. ... hic!'' He replied, scratching the back of his neck with his other hand, having no use of his right hand which was being shaken wildly.
''And, don't waste your time drinking. You didn't enjoy yourself that much, did you?'' The raven-head asked again, glaring lightly now. Jealously overcomes the lot of citizens here. But was he jealous that he didn't get to join in with the craziness and drinking? Even he didn't know. But, he didn't care. Raven-hair was just to calm down.
''Yes.'' Replied Jim.
That was then when raven-hair stormed off angrily.
''What'sh wrong with him? I dunno.''
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As the tide at the harbour calmed one minute and raged the next, citizens gathered heavily around the docks. Not only did the Church and Academy await the returnal of a great ship, but all the auctioneers and bankers did too. Bank holidays were never as tough as this one, however with a new legendary ship hired to await high-ranked soldiers whom are to head to the War against the Naga in Vash'Jir, only everyone watched and waited their returnal. No ship was to be seen for the past seven hours - citizens had gotten weary after the first few hours when the Stormwind City Guard had entered the harbour, weak and defeated. Bells chimed in the cooling deep breeze coiling around the city Harbour, signalling the eighteenth hour of the day.
''Aye, they should be back at eight fer a latest, lads and lassy's. Must b'six by the sounds of it.'' One Guardsman broke the silence with a few Dwarven words, leaving the human citizens slightly puzzled. Only the guards seemed to notice what he said.
... Silence ...
''Yeah, doesn't look like it's coming very soon.'' Another broke a more awkward silence with, he was a human, baring raven hair and some light stubble across his beard-line, dressed in the Sergeant Guard's uniform. Time flew by - it seemed like five hours to them, when it was only two. Church bells rang another twenty times and several Guards - especially the females - seemed worried. That, was when the ranting started.
''What if they had drowned at sea?'' Spoke a slim, tan-skinned Priestess in a snow white robe, brushing out her blonde locks from before her eyes.
''So what?'' Hesitantly replied the head medic of the S::7, countering her point with slight sarcasm, ''I can't be bothered to save them out in sea unless someone brings them here in some flying machine! Oh, that's not going to happen, is it.''
''You make a fine medic, Viskar.'' The young Priestess replied, turning with a sigh and striding off swiftly, robes fluttering elegantly in the breeze and wind blowing gently through her beautiful locks of golden. Viskar sighed - would he ever be kind to someone for once? Thoughts dashed through his mind before he made a decision, the decision to leave it for the meantime. Glimmering and bringing light upon the darkened scenery, the fine silver moon shone it's rays of light upon the citizens within a small period of time, it was ten o'clock and no one was happy except the drunken Dwarves, waiting patiently as the wispy seas lightened under the moonlight.
------------ Ship Perspective------------
Slumped lazily against the head of the bed, Esser watched the sea out of a misty, tiny window to his right. The ship sharply tipped and rocked to the side with every single turn, the young grain-blonde-haired man groaning as his stuff fell on top of him from the shelf. WHO would invent shelves, in a ship?! Well, the captain must have been somewhat crazy, when he stumbled in drunk and said ''Shince when did we have the shhelves in here, shailor? ... hic!''. That explained pretty clearly that he was decently crazy, as well as why these wooden shelves were nailed half-heartedly to the ship cabin walls. Esser released a long, drawn-out sigh as something hit him in the head, rubbing slightly on where he was hit and glancing up to hear water gushing in through the walls in the large sleeping cabin besides him. Flinging open a door, several men scurried in yelling ''Get out of the ship! We're sinking, and close to decently flat land. Hop out and swim! If the sharks get you, then we're close to th'city so we can get 'cha a medic.'' Before dashing out screaming. By the time Esser escaped his cabin room with all the supplies he needed, leaving his uniform behind so that it shall not drag him down, a shark was squirming toward him in a menacing matter.
''Nice ... Sharky.'' He muttered, moving past and running at full speed, turning the sharp corner and ...
CANNONBAAAAALL!
Ooomf. Esser landed harshly on the reef of the sea, hitting hit head on a rock before squirming to the shore. Medics crowded around the remaining soldiers - it seemed all were there, however, inspecting each of them carefully for injuries. The minor could wait until later. Esser was dashed off without a word, followed closely by several well-ish guards to support.
----Stormwind Perspective----
Seeing the guards enter the docks was amazing, but the ship had sank - it was found not far away in the reef of the forgotten waters. It never was named such - some call it this and some call it that, some call it whatever on Azeroth they wanted. But no one really cared. Citizens cheered quietly and the Guards that stayed behind shook the Captains hand.
''Glad you returned alive with all your crew, Jim. Hope that your 'sailors' enjoyed the months as pirates.'' The raven-head spoke, shaking Captain Jim's hand with the slightest of a smile.
''Glad you were patient waitersh. ... hic!'' He replied, scratching the back of his neck with his other hand, having no use of his right hand which was being shaken wildly.
''And, don't waste your time drinking. You didn't enjoy yourself that much, did you?'' The raven-head asked again, glaring lightly now. Jealously overcomes the lot of citizens here. But was he jealous that he didn't get to join in with the craziness and drinking? Even he didn't know. But, he didn't care. Raven-hair was just to calm down.
''Yes.'' Replied Jim.
That was then when raven-hair stormed off angrily.
''What'sh wrong with him? I dunno.''