Duran Iceblade (Totally New)

[dufr]

Ive been gone for a really long time in Florida with my friends family (like 4 months) so i havent been on here in a long time...if you dont remember me im the guy who ate 3 pound of cheese...well so anyway in the mean time ive been working on my characters story so tell me how it is(still under construction)...and remember im 14.

Swords of Destiny

Part 1:
The Story of Aubrey Icecarver

Chapter 1
Goblins, Dwarves,
and magic Swords

The Goblin and Orc army pillaged and ransacked every home they came in contact with, spreading the fires as they went. The smoke rose up into the sky and could be seen miles away.
The young Dark-Elf Aubrey Icecarver saw the smoke from afar in the Wood of Orford, where he was looking for the doe he had been tracking all day. As he stared at the rising column of charcoal grey smoke, he was stricken with fear as he realized what was happening. He turned for home forgetting everything that had been in his mind two minutes earlier. Then as he reached the butte of a hill, that overlooked the forest, he saw them. Great hordes of goblins and orcs controlled my trolls and ogres, marching toward his town of Eilthor.
Aubrey knew that he would not reach Eilthor in time to warn the people , yet he kept on running in vain. A sudden light, that came from a few ten-yards away, blinded him so that his entire vision with a brilliant white light. Time seemed to float away like a mist that disappears on a chilly spring morning. After what seemed to have been an entire life time of white light, Aubrey awoke to a find himself laying down in a bedroll next to a fire.
“Would you like some mutton and ale young lad?” came a booming voice from across the fire.
Aubrey sat up as fast as he could, and moved around the fire slowly to see from what the voice had come from. As the figure came into a clear line of sight, Dufr stared in amazement as he saw what the voice had come from.
“The names Regis Stonehammer. Have a seat and share this excellent mutton with me.”
Dufr continued to stare in awe for the voice had come from a dwarf. And if you didn’t know dwarfs are even more rarely seen than elves. Some people even thought that dwarves were a children’s tale made up to get young ones to bed.
“Uhh suurree.”Said Aubrey awkwardly as he sat across from the dwarf. After giving Aubrey a plate, Regis pulled out a map and started mumbling to himself.
“Damn ogres and trolls. That’s what we need to take out first. They hold the whole damn army together with their whips.”
By this time Aubrey was thoroughly interested in what the dwarf was talking about, for he faintly remembered something about ogres and trolls.
“Excuse me for asking, but what are you talking about?” asked Aubrey.
“Why don’t you know?” exclaimed Regis,” The tribes of goblins and orcs have banded together under a powerful mage who is sweeping over the north and burning towns and villages and claiming it as his empire. As for my part I am King Fireforge’s third cousin once removed and Captain of the Royal Guard, and I have been sent to scout out the movement s of the tribes of orcs, goblins, ogres, and trolls.”
As Regis was saying all of this, Aubrey remembered how he had gotten to the woods and what he was doing before that bright light. As suddenly as he had gotten up the first time, Aubrey jumped up and was about to start running toward Eilthor, when Regis grabbed him by the leg and yanked him back down.
“You would be wise to keep those long legs of yours in this camp or you’ll be surely caught by goblins or orcs and tortured until they’ve decided that they’ve had enough fun and tear off a leg to enjoy after their meal of horse meat.” came Regis’ explanation of why he grabbed Dufr’s leg. “And why is it that you are so eager to run off so early after our meeting? Was it something I said?”
“No, no it’s just that that great army of goblins and orcs were heading toward my town. I have to go see if my family is ok.”
“I understand that you want to find them, but you would not get very near your town at this time of night for this is when goblins are at their best, during the dead of night. Wait until morning young …what was your name?”
“Aubrey…Aubrey Icecarver. Son of Beorg of Eilthor.”
“Well then Aubrey Icecarver of Eilthor, wait until morning to check on your family. If you wait I will accompany you to this town of yours. Do we have a deal young Aubrey?”
“Alright but we’ll leave as soon as the sun is up.”
“Agreed.” Was Regis’ reply.
Having come to an agreement they went to bed, but not a very comfortable one for Aubrey, for he was constantly being awakened by strange dreams of a white light and a magnificent sword glowing out of the bushes next to a stream.

chapter one isnt finished yet but im getting there...

[dufr]

Decided to change my name and a little of my characters story wll change...im now a Dark-Elf who turned away from killing and thieving to become a Goo-Darl-Elf...haha oxymoron.

[Firoth]

(Jus wanted to warn you in advanced. Watch out for the dwarf an' Gravein, they have a thing against Dark elves justa let you know.)

[Baethor]

oh yeah. me and gravein will kill you outright.

might want to read character stories before choosing a race that that evil. >=(

[Herz'ag Malurg]

Atleast he isn't one of those Trolls. So ugly.

[dufr]

If youve ever read R.A. Salvatores Forgotten realms books then im like Drizzt Do'Urden...and everybody likes him. Im was a dark elf but i changed into a good dark elf so you'll have to lear to trust me.

And if you can come to trust and be friends with an Ogre then a good dark elf who hates his own race wont be that much harder to like. I was considering elf first but i havent heard of many dark elves...

[dufr]

And Also i read both of your stories back on October...when i joined the forums.

[Baethor]

yeah

the difference between drizzt (and i've read every book in the series thank you) is that him and his people didnt MURDER BRUENORS ENTIRE CLAN. >=(

Baethor is Dwarvish for the Wrathful Hunter, he does not hate any race, save for the dark elves. he will hear no pleas for mercy from dark elves, nor will he tolerate them. wether or not they've defected. dark elves thrive on secrecy, treachery, and there is no way i can trust a dark elf.

the ogres special, he didnt immediatly try to KILL me.

[dufr]

RACIST SONABITCH! lol jp but im starting to look at just an Elf and im kinda likin it or just human. I still cant make up my mind so ill probably end up changing it again...and again...

[dufr]

And i just thought of something...if a clan of dwarfes came and attacked and killed your entire clan (lets say you have one) then would you be so pissed at dwarves that you would kill yourself? Just a thought...

[Baethor]

that particular clan maybe. difference is dwarves are civilized enough to settle disputes in proper warfare. and in this case over the found mithril, through trade. the drow just attacked.

[Sir Nichtmar]

ewww you went to bed with a dwarf, JK, cool Story Aubrey or Duran or Ice Carver, so what are you going by?

[dufr]

lol I've decided on the name I have now...ill even take an oath not to change it. and thanks

[Aidan Furey]

Ach! I'm racist towards elves..... Mostly NightElves.. but, every long eared bounder is pretty useless.. unless their hosting a tea party...... :-P Sao is going to appreciate this LMAO!

[Baethor]

we have warcraft elves now?

can i be a pandaren then?

[dufr]

OK this is my new story for my new name and things that have happened between me and Alric in the last week or so...





The morning was that of a normal spring morning. The pale mist was just beginning to form, leaving a thin layer of residue on the blades of grass. The Mountains to the east were standing defiant and proud against the bright blue sky.
Duran Iceblade was awoken by his father early enough to see the first signs of that morning’s sun rise over the mountains to the east. He got out of bed, as he was made to do every morning, to help with the setting up of his fathers forge.
“Father why do we have to get up this early to do a task that takes naught but an hour?”
“Rising each morning and seeing the sun rise in the east is a reward in itself, but I’m assuming that will not surpass your needing of an answer?” Duro Iceblade said with an all-knowing voice.
“No it doesn’t.” grumbled Duran under his breath.
The morning faded into late afternoon with minimal work for Duran and his father. Only the usual repairs of metal tools, horse shoes, and other such items were dropped off for repairs.
The first abnormal noises Duran heard was the loud noise of people running down the streets toward the west side of town where the Treasury and fortified garrison was. Next he heard the screams of his town people in agony. At last he saw the swarms of people running toward the soldier’s garrison. He could hear them yelling but couldn’t make out what they were yelling. As a man ran by his fathers forge, Duran heard what the huge commotion was about.
“Goblins! Goblins attacking from the east!”
As soon as Duran heard this he ran back into his to warn his father.
“Father, Father, Goblins are attacking from the east! Hurry we must get mother and get to the garrison!”
“No, they will be expecting that and be prepared for it. You must make for the Wood of Orfard. I will get mother and meet you in the clearing by Stags Cave. Hurry and don’t stop running till you get there!” exclaimed Duro Iceblade as he grabbed his two swords Giver and Taker.
Duran ran as fast as he could until he reached the clearing and sat just outside of the ring of trees. He waited there for two days until he decided to get to the butte of Darkhand Hill.
As he looked out over what he had suspected would be his town, he saw the ruins of what was once a well respected garrison and town. Every building was either burning, burned, or in heaps of wood and stone.
Duran could make out movement coming from the North Wood. He studied it closer and a great joy leaped up inside him for it was a multitude of his town’s folk.
He raced from the hill and did not stop running until he reached the North edge of his ruined town, where he met what remainder of his people. He dodged in and out of the weary people shouting for his mother and father but got no reply.
At last he found someone he knew. The butcher Frevic who lived in the house next to his.
“Frevic! Have you seen my parents?” he cried frantically.
“I’m sorry my boy…but they were…they were killed before they could get to the wood. Your father died defending your mother from the vicious orcs.”
Time seemed to slow for Duran as the news of his parents death slowly sank into him.
Two weeks passed and still Duran could not help in reconstructing the town from the ruins. All he did was eat, sleep, and think about his mother and father.
As the third week was coming to an end, Frevic walked up to Duran after a long days work carrying a long bundle of something wrapped in wool.
“We were clearing away the rubble near our part of town and I found these.”
While Frevic was saying this he laid the bundle on the ground and unwrapped it revealing to swords, gewy with Orc blood. Giver and Taker lay in front of Duran.
Another week passed and Duran would not touch Giver and Taker. He stared at them thinking about what lay ahead in his future. As Frevic came to give Duran his meal one day he found that Duran was gone along with the two swords and his pack of clothing.
For the next three months Duran Iceblade wandered from country to country, living off of wild berries and small game that he shot with the bow he had made. One Morning, exactly like all the others in the past three months, Duran awoke early out of habit and started looking for food and a stream or river for water
SNAP!
Suddenly all was quite as Duran shrank into the shadow of a near by tree. Then he heard the footsteps of a human. He could tell because orcs move with a loud stomp and elves you cannot hear at all.
“Show yourself!” He yelled into the woods.
“Seeing as you are naught but a boy coming of age, I assume you will not be foolish and attack an unknown predator.” Came a voice.
“Who are you and what do you want?” was Duran’s reply.
“Alric, Son of Harland, and I am a knight of The Land Between the Lands. I’ve been following you for three days and could have killed you many times over if that was my desire. That, however, is not my desire, only to know why you are here.” Said the man called Alric.
Duran moved cautiously out into the open always keeping his eye one the spot he thought that Alric was at.
“I’ve been traveling for three months. My family was…was murdered by orcs of the mountains far to the east.” Said Duran.
“And do you have a name traveler?” asked Alric.
“Duran Iceblade, Son of Duro Iceblade.”
“Well then young Duran, now that we have been properly introduced, let us have a meal and you can tell me your tale and we will see what I can do for you.” Alric said.
For the next couple of hours Duran and Alric ate while Duran told of his Father’s death. And of his father’s two swords that had been passed on to him.
“That is quite a tale you have Duran, Son of Duro. I will grieve for your parents, but as for you that would not be a good path to follow for grieving only leads to grieving and so on until you cannot enjoy anything in this life. I am going to offer you a proposition that does not happen often. I would like you to become a page of the Land and ultimately become a knight wherein you can avenge your family’s death properly.”
“I…I…”Duran stammered for he did not know what to say to such an offer.
“I will take that as a yes then?” asked Alric.
“Yes.” Replied Duran after thinking shortly.
“You will have to take the Oath of a page of the Land Between the Lands and you will be in the service of the entire realm of the Land. You will exist only to help the people both rich and poor in the Land, and you will never kill out of vengeance until the time for vengeance has come.” Exclaimed Alric, putting an emphasis on the last part. “Do you understand Duran?”
“I do” Duran said.
“Good! Well we better be off. It’s a long way back to Mittelmarch and you must take the Oath and be coroneted as a page.”
And as Alric said this he put out the small campfire and began to prepare for the journey back to Mittelmarch.

[Sir Rune]

Nice story .

[Aidan Furey]

I'm training under Graybeard to earn a Knightly Title I've been Fighting for a long time.... And I want a True title.. So I want to earn My Lord/Khan Stripe In my eyes. I Know I no longer need to prove myself to lead, but I want to be trained to my max Potential. I've been doing alot of Technique building, i Will be developing some new fighitng styles as well :-D

[Lord Kensman Oron the Wolf]

OK, I have a simple question. What exactly is a Page?? Wouldn't that be sombody hoping to take on the mantle of Squire, when they prove themselves ready, and or worthy? What would be the problem with this lad saying that he aspires to become a Squire someday? He is not claiming that he is a Kinght, Kinght-aperant, or even a Squire, for that matter. I am not trying to stir up any unresolved anger, or cause a problem, I just really want to understand why declaring that you someday hope to be a Squire is a bad thing. He has plenty of time to decide whether he is right or wrong, and prove his moral fiber.

Kinsman Oron the Wolf