Sorry for not updated yesterday, but I am with fever (also a bad mood: I feel sick just my first weekend on vacation and up to coincide with the English revolution, but was unable to go camping in the sun, I support you guys!) since last Friday and I do not know what day alive. Anyway, here's the story that was going to publish yesterday.
Terral Do you remember the semisúcubo? Well, as promised, will continue its history. The idea is to make a series of short stories by putting them together, they can become a book with all the history of Terral. This is the first, about how it was conceived. It's all located in the world I created for an RPG at the end we did not play (often a waste!), Which in turn was based on the world of my novel, Diltania: the legacy of alienation that I have review intended to end this summer. Enjoy it!
Terral: Origins (design)
The high priest called the eight priests at the great hall of the oracle. There, he explained the great honor that would compete. A-only-should be chosen to carry in her womb one of the offshoots of which was his God, the Devil Zoltod. Several priests, despite their training, they could not hide the excitement. Only three of them kept his face impassive Tel'ques, Dae-shi and Sp'jo. The three looked at each other, evaluating each other and immediately discarding the other five, who were undoubtedly the weakest. There was no need to talk to be implied a covenant between the trio, who would work until they killed the others.
The test was carried out on another plane, which presented several challenges. Once there, each priestess would go for free to get to the finish, where the survivors must fight until only one standing. Obviously, there were no fights discarded before that time.
Tel'ques, Dae-shi and Sp'jo saw four of his opponents go solo, while the fifth, the weakest and most pathetic of all, called Dan'ai, approached them and offered them help.
should kill it now same said Sp'jo telepathically to the other two. Let
, Tel'ques said. Perhaps we can be useful living, dead we can not use .
started walking through the rugged terrain and, after several hours of travel for a place that seemed to have finally found themselves suddenly in the blink of an eye, embedded in a kind of jungle.
"Take care, sister. This is not a jungle stream.
- do not think this is really dangerous jungle. No problem until the first challenge, "said Dan'ai, carefree. The others looked incredulous for his stupidity. Jungle was the first challenge.
did not have to take many steps before seeing how the last remnants of one of their rivals were swallowed up by a plant. The Dan'ai gasp echoed through the trees and the other three looked at her with disapproving air, but the damage was done. Demonic-looking creatures attacked from all fronts but, although they had been unprepared with a priestess, had no chance to finish with four. Within minutes, the attackers were also food plants around.
Dan'ai then went wherever they had been hiding, picking up fallen weapons to face with the contemptuous look embarrassed the other three priests, after which they continued their march through the jungle without further incident, until he again saw a flicker immersed in a new landscape.
this time It was the remains of an ancient city. Although the buildings were just crumbling foundation, it was clear that the structures were erected there had nothing in common with any they had ever seen ... or even outside of their world.
As it was getting dark, sought refuge in what was once a great hall, which still had three walls standing. Although it was good defensive terrain, bodies of two other priests just a few meters and mutual distrust (which made that women were more concerned about the threat posed by their peers to the dangers of this world) meant that the guards were divided in pairs and each surround yourself with magical guards themselves.
Sp'jo ensured that coincide with Dan'ai his guard, with which, in his contempt, he wanted to stop immediately. The weak priestess soon sleep in the guard ...
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The cry rang Dan'ai torn three walls of the hall, waking Tel'ques and Dae-shi, the first thing seen when opening eyes was the head of Sp'jo ... several meters from his body, with a look of horror on his normally impassive face.
- What happened? They asked almost in unison.
- Something I slept ... just woke up, "said Dan'ai. The priestesses immediately imagined what happened. Dan'ai Sp'jo had slept for murder while he slept, but he was so focused on that task that some beast had noticed his movement night and killed. Using a new sample of contempt, this time to the body, which left as is, the dangerous journey continued until the goal was in sight.
Once there, Dae-shi Tel'ques looked at each other and began a death struggle that lasted several hours, while Dan'ai huddled in a corner to see the power struggle. Finally, Tel'ques canal opened in her opponent and, after it breathe its last breath, she turned to finish the job, only to discover that Dan'ai had disappeared.
- has fled, "he said dismissively - and weak Stupid idiot! Not doubt much-The sword pierced his heart before finishing the sentence.
- Maybe I'm weak, "he heard before he died, but your fault is to be trusted. Dan'ai
even took one last look at the corpses of their opponents. The only worthy to be his opponent had been Sp'jo, which immediately became suspicious of his apparent ineptitude, but relied too much on their own strength when their defenses through the spell of sleep without thinking we could have a counter in the back. Eliminated that threat, only had to wait for the other two kill each other or at least weaken. Because the biggest mistake you could make was not to realize that weakness was not permitted and never have been selected for testing a priestess inept inept ... because they soon die upon entering the temple as apprentices.
ritual He approached the altar where he expected the mighty demon ready to design a powerful creature decisive battle between good and evil. Nine months later, the tiny baby looked Dan'ai human form the two wings sticking out the back, and before he fell unconscious after the stress of labor ritual, whispered a name:
-Terral. ----------------------------------------------
----------------------------------- All stories and characters in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.
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