Hello everyone, as you can see I am new to this forum. I'm also quite new to story writing and was hoping to find a forum where I could post some of my stories to get some reactions to it. Hopefully this is the right forum for this and the right section. I do know that this site revolves around a game, but perhaps I'll get welcomed with this here too
Alright, I wrote this not so long ago, and it's still a work in progress. The story in short will be something like this:
A group of soldiers (battalion) is waiting for the Shroud of the Crescent, an elite scouting party to return from a distant enemy village.
However, they don't appear to be coming back... They finally decide to move on but notice that they are cornered, soon they discover
the gruesome fate of the scouting party
Situation goes from bad to worse, last stand n stuff
So it begins:
A cold winter breeze whispers trough the valley, it is not yet midday before the first raindrops pour. Fresh tracks left by wandering beasts in the packed snow are beginning to fade. As the wind grows in strength, the Captain clutches the frosted hilt of his sword, barely able to stand. Weeks of starvation have left their mark on him. Seeing the leader of our battalion suffer so deerly, it is a sight one shouldn't be forced to behold. A painful howl stirs up the encampment, the wolf pack that razed the evening before remembered our position. The feral beasts must be looking for a chance on retaliation after underrating our strength before. Netharia is the first to leave the comfort of the hut, she instantly grasps for her twin blunderbuss, a true Ranger indeed. She challenges the rest of us by spinning her weapons around with supreme finesse and then smiles playfully. It is considered an honor to be accompanied by the daughter of Nethirion, few have endured alongside her in battle. With her hand she removes a scope from the leather belt she carries, attaching it to one of her rifles. Her movements are swift, I must strain myself to keep track of them. In one quick motion she loads both weapons and points them towards the hill a few hundred yards further. I look in the direction of where Netharia is aiming, but have yet to see any sign of life. In the faint light, the hill that protects us from the severe weather outside the valley, has an eerie touch surrounding it. A dark purple glow envelops the weathered trees atop. When the remainder of the battalion braces for the lurking danger everything turns quiet, until the crackling of the bonfire suddenly gets interrupted by the clicking sound of the trigger.
Alright, I hope you enjoyed it, do note that this is my first written story ever, I would like some comment on it, feel free to post anything you want (hopefully constructive)
Thanks
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