Curse

GedLongbow · May 02, 2007, 11:56 PM // 23:56

I am Sav. Lord of the Norns. We are a shape-shifting race who dwell in the Far Shiverpeaks. Many talk of us as savage brutes...and the same of our bear friends. This is wrong. Would brutes be able to survive for unknown generations? Befriend the animals enough to morph into them? No...we are not brutes...only brutes devour their enemies after their deaths...only brutes mesmerize the enemy with their cuteness until they strike with sharp, bloody fangs...only brutes use god-like powers of light to destroy their enemies with a fingersnap...only brutes use long ranged things to dispatch their foes without the enemy to even have a chance...WE are not the brutes...those are the others...You must take my word for it...they are the brutes not us...but I am about to tell you a story in which my enemies made these brutes look like friendly bunnies...a story...of a million deaths...

"What are you talking about, Gar?!"

"I mean it, Lord Sav! There's Dwarves attacking the frontal gate!"

"Dwarves haven't been in these parts for eons!"

"Well they're here now! And they're mostly wearing black armor, but one of the ones I'd guess was the King or General wears the skin of Mama Bloodfang!"

"The Bear Queen!?"

"Yessir, our scouts report there hasn't been a bear sighting for weeks."

I was now mixed with grief and anger. Mama Bloodfang was one of my closest friends, and the largest ally of the Norn. Her death was surely a tradgedy to the whole race of Norns.

"Send out the warriors..."

Gar bowed and headed out. Several minutes later, thousands of Norns in their ferocious bear form rushed out of the gate at the cursed Dwarves. Tehy mauled and slashed, and were cut and burnt right back. After many minutes of war, I and my Elite Guard were ready. We had the sharpest claws and thickest fur. We were only made up of 234...but that was good enough.

We rushed out, killing everything in sight. We lost not many casualties at first, until suddenly, a small ball of energy shot out from the hand of the one wearing the skin of Mama Bloodfang. It suddenly exploded in front of all of the Elite, killing all of them instantly. Before my eyes, almost all of the Elite disinigrated into bones and dust. It was more then I could take. I took my rage and channeled it into power, rushing at the leader, clawing my way to him, bashing in the heads of the armor-clad dwarves in bloody messes, until finally I reached him. I grabbed his arm with my teeth and tore it completely off, gushing blood into my eyes and off the cliff. I was blinded, but I still grabbed at his neck. Unfortunately I missed by a hair and grabbed his staff, throwing if over the edge. Still biting for his neck, but missing, he held my head down and whispered one thing into my ear.

"Name's 'ellstaff, remember it, lad..."

Then I felt nothing...

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Thanks, tell me how you like it

Knight of The Shadows · May 13, 2007, 12:38 AM // 00:38

It's actually pretty good, but in my opinion it's a little too early for stories on the norns since their isn't to much information available right now.

Though you did use the info we have right now really well.

SPIRIT OF THE SEA · May 24, 2007, 12:46 AM // 00:46

I hate it so much that Tonight as you sleep I shall violate you repdiatlly

Nah jk its pretty good, like your other one better though

GedLongbow · May 24, 2007, 01:00 AM // 01:00

I awakened in a freezing and pitch-black ice-cave, surrounded by giant furry beasts with long fangs, blood-red eyes, foot-long claws and needle-sharp fur snacking on my fellow Norns. As the biggest one finished off a dwarf with a sickening crunch, he reached for another. Yeah, yeah, your probably thinking "My god I've heard this a thousand times he reaches for you, you slice his arm off, they all go wild and attack you, you run like hell and get out...You get a 1/5 for so much cliche-ness." Yeah, well, THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED. What happened is that it turns out that these things were allergic to pain. Good for me, I just happened to have 20 claws, plus over 40 teeth sharper than an Asura's brain on National Invention Day. As he reached for me, I morphed into the bear, deathly claws, gnashing fangs, and a taste for blood.

I leaped at the beast and grabbed it's throat with my chompers. Right before I yanked it out from under his spiked, furry chin, he managed to get a claw right in a place you do not want to be clawed... Fortunately for me, your neck is a place that does not want to be ripped out. But I did it anyway. By the time their head honcho was down, the rest of those big furry beasts were on me before I could say "Shiverpeaks." Then I just lost it. I swung randomly, scratched eyes out, and broke my paw on a wall that I smashed so hard I crumbled the whole side of the cave. So much for closed quarters. The cave just happened to be perched right next to a cliff. A very TALL cliff. A very
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Well so much for that adventure. I left there with no dwarves alive, a broken paw, a hate for StarWars Episode V, and a thirst for revenge on that Hellstaff dwarf...

ShadowsRequiem · May 24, 2007, 03:52 AM // 03:52

LOL at mama bloodfang.

Try to use norse names into it and I think it would go much better, as the bersekergang are from viking/norse myths

remember Odhinn!

altought I really dislike the personifacation
"leaped at the beast and grabbed it's throat with my chompers. Right before I yanked it out from under his spiked, furry chin, he managed to get a claw right in a place you do not want to be clawed"

that just kinda ruins it
as your mixing in crap people would say today with a story written in ancient times.