Droloon
09-01-2006, 23:58
OOC: I've decided to go Past Tech for a bit. I think its better to roleplay your nations history, so that when you get into Modern Tech it seems a bit more realistic.
The battle-cry was given. The two masses of men charged at one another, each in a savage barbarian roar. The groups of men slammed into each other and a firely battle commenced. The sword was your only ally in this fight, there was no markings, no symbols, no flags to represent friend from foe. It was common place when a man would strike down his best friend or even his family in the bloodlust. Amoungst these masses was a man named Orion, son of Truce, and his blood-brother Kaizen, son of Andrew, together they had fought in hundreds of battles in these savage, open plains. This wasn't any different than before. The only thing was the fear they felt of the other dying in battle. Nay, they were not lovers as one might believe. Though their bond was far stronger. They were friends, comrades, and together they would win this bout.
Orion dodged the swing of an axe, and with one motion cut the head of its user off. Quickly he turned around and decapitated another man, only to realize it was one of his own men. Such was common place and Orion shrugged it off a bad luck. Has he cut his way threw the battle, killing any poor soul who stood between him and wherever he wanted to go. Finally, in the thick of the fight he found himself surronded by three men one carrying a very large axe, and the other two carrying spears. Orion frowned, he'd faced this before and figured he'd be injured. The two men with the spears charged first, both attempting to stab him at different locations. In a single motion he positioned himself to dodge the spear when he hear the man who was behind him yell, he spun around and by instinct alone dodge the axe which slammed into the ground. Before Orion could turn his attention back to the two men, he felt the coldness of steel. He looked down to see the spear having been impaled into his side. He let out a yell and raised his sword, and in a single cut broke the spear. With his free hand he punched its user, knocking him out or out-right breaking his neck, Orion didn't care which one he just need him to stay down. He saw the other spear lifting his arm and preparing to throw his spear. Orion quickly charged foward, his speed reduced due to the violent movement of the spear in his side which he hadn't had time to take out. Orion caught the glimpse of the sun reflecting off the metal of the spear has its user threw it at him, Orion, however, either by battle experiance or by sheer luck moved out of the way and impaled the spearmen with his sword, sending him to an early grave. Orion wasted no time as he pull the sword out and spun around just in time to behead the axemen who was about to strike him from behind. Orion stood there for a minute, his vision tunneled as his survival instinct was still in full force. Suddenly he felt a presence behind him, by instinct he spun around and went to behead the user when suddenly the instinct turned off as he saw it was Kaizen. Orion's sword stopped about an inch from Kaizen's sword--his blood brother has come prepared for the surprise.
"Watch it or you'll kill somebody with that thing," said Kaizen with a smirk. Orion gave a faint smile back. He was relieved his blood pact with his friend had stopped him. Though Kaizen having been ready to block was a clear sign he didn't trust Orion. He shrugged it off has simply being safe. The battle was in decline now, its climax was over. And Orion and Kaizen watched as the last few survivors battled it out to the a bloody end. When all was said and done only Orion and Kaizen were left alive or unharmed. The wounded tended to themselves and the dead simply laid still. The two blood brothers sat on a rock about a hundred yards from the battlefield and surveyed their 'victory'. All but a few has parished, the blood stained the ground and the smell of death was thick and nearly visible. This was the law of the land, the norm one could call it. Groups of men would rally together and roam the lands in search of others to fight. Pride and bloodlust was the common emotions all shared. The average day of such warriors was generally loving their women, drinking their de facto wines, and sharpening their weapons. Occasionally a few would kill each other in a drunken rage, but nothing too serious. This is how things where, since the beginning of time on these untamed lands. Orion had grown up in these ways, he'd been trained by his father to do the very thing he just did. It wasn't his first time, he'd slain at least a hundred men in his life, even more women. He'd led countless groups of men to countless battles.
"Brother, do you remeber the day our father's died?" asked Kaizen. Orion sat back before a moment, that was a grim day but it was so very long ago or so it seemed. At least a thousand moons ago. They had been surronded in a hopless battle where the enemies numbers stretched across the horizon, they had but a handful of men by comparision. Yet with their fathers and each other they managed to pull off a victory. In the process, however, both of their fathers had died at the hands of the enemy. It was that day they grew up.
"Yes I remeber, why?" asked Orion.
Kaizen's eyes got narrow, "I've been thinking. Prehaps its time for a change."
Orion's eyebrow rose as Kaizen continued, "We've fought all these battles, been with countless women, and had all the wine we could ever want. Yet, we sit here in simple existance waiting for the day we are to die. Hoping that by that time we will have sons to carry on our names."
"Brother you think too deeply. These ways are the ways of our fathers, and we should be very glad that we are allowed to carry them on. Change is a dangerious thing brother," said Orion giving a sigh at the end.
Kaizen's head sank low, "I feel there is something we need to do. Prehaps we need to start something. A settlement...a civilization. Think about it brother. What would our father's have wanted: us to roam mindlessly for years fighting and killing needlessly or settling down and building something that will not be forgotten the day we die."
Orion put his hand on his brother's shouder, "I cannot tell you what our fathers would have wanted. Though we should consider this wisely brother. The moment we do this, there is no turning back. We will not be able to return to the old ways."
Kaizen lifted his head with a smirk on it, "I have thought about this for countless moons, I believe it is the best thing. Will you help me, brother?"
Orion smirked and rose to his feet, "Yes I shall help you brother, and may our father's watch over us as we do this. I hope it is the right thing to do."
Kaizen rose to his feet and smiled, "It is. It is."
The battle-cry was given. The two masses of men charged at one another, each in a savage barbarian roar. The groups of men slammed into each other and a firely battle commenced. The sword was your only ally in this fight, there was no markings, no symbols, no flags to represent friend from foe. It was common place when a man would strike down his best friend or even his family in the bloodlust. Amoungst these masses was a man named Orion, son of Truce, and his blood-brother Kaizen, son of Andrew, together they had fought in hundreds of battles in these savage, open plains. This wasn't any different than before. The only thing was the fear they felt of the other dying in battle. Nay, they were not lovers as one might believe. Though their bond was far stronger. They were friends, comrades, and together they would win this bout.
Orion dodged the swing of an axe, and with one motion cut the head of its user off. Quickly he turned around and decapitated another man, only to realize it was one of his own men. Such was common place and Orion shrugged it off a bad luck. Has he cut his way threw the battle, killing any poor soul who stood between him and wherever he wanted to go. Finally, in the thick of the fight he found himself surronded by three men one carrying a very large axe, and the other two carrying spears. Orion frowned, he'd faced this before and figured he'd be injured. The two men with the spears charged first, both attempting to stab him at different locations. In a single motion he positioned himself to dodge the spear when he hear the man who was behind him yell, he spun around and by instinct alone dodge the axe which slammed into the ground. Before Orion could turn his attention back to the two men, he felt the coldness of steel. He looked down to see the spear having been impaled into his side. He let out a yell and raised his sword, and in a single cut broke the spear. With his free hand he punched its user, knocking him out or out-right breaking his neck, Orion didn't care which one he just need him to stay down. He saw the other spear lifting his arm and preparing to throw his spear. Orion quickly charged foward, his speed reduced due to the violent movement of the spear in his side which he hadn't had time to take out. Orion caught the glimpse of the sun reflecting off the metal of the spear has its user threw it at him, Orion, however, either by battle experiance or by sheer luck moved out of the way and impaled the spearmen with his sword, sending him to an early grave. Orion wasted no time as he pull the sword out and spun around just in time to behead the axemen who was about to strike him from behind. Orion stood there for a minute, his vision tunneled as his survival instinct was still in full force. Suddenly he felt a presence behind him, by instinct he spun around and went to behead the user when suddenly the instinct turned off as he saw it was Kaizen. Orion's sword stopped about an inch from Kaizen's sword--his blood brother has come prepared for the surprise.
"Watch it or you'll kill somebody with that thing," said Kaizen with a smirk. Orion gave a faint smile back. He was relieved his blood pact with his friend had stopped him. Though Kaizen having been ready to block was a clear sign he didn't trust Orion. He shrugged it off has simply being safe. The battle was in decline now, its climax was over. And Orion and Kaizen watched as the last few survivors battled it out to the a bloody end. When all was said and done only Orion and Kaizen were left alive or unharmed. The wounded tended to themselves and the dead simply laid still. The two blood brothers sat on a rock about a hundred yards from the battlefield and surveyed their 'victory'. All but a few has parished, the blood stained the ground and the smell of death was thick and nearly visible. This was the law of the land, the norm one could call it. Groups of men would rally together and roam the lands in search of others to fight. Pride and bloodlust was the common emotions all shared. The average day of such warriors was generally loving their women, drinking their de facto wines, and sharpening their weapons. Occasionally a few would kill each other in a drunken rage, but nothing too serious. This is how things where, since the beginning of time on these untamed lands. Orion had grown up in these ways, he'd been trained by his father to do the very thing he just did. It wasn't his first time, he'd slain at least a hundred men in his life, even more women. He'd led countless groups of men to countless battles.
"Brother, do you remeber the day our father's died?" asked Kaizen. Orion sat back before a moment, that was a grim day but it was so very long ago or so it seemed. At least a thousand moons ago. They had been surronded in a hopless battle where the enemies numbers stretched across the horizon, they had but a handful of men by comparision. Yet with their fathers and each other they managed to pull off a victory. In the process, however, both of their fathers had died at the hands of the enemy. It was that day they grew up.
"Yes I remeber, why?" asked Orion.
Kaizen's eyes got narrow, "I've been thinking. Prehaps its time for a change."
Orion's eyebrow rose as Kaizen continued, "We've fought all these battles, been with countless women, and had all the wine we could ever want. Yet, we sit here in simple existance waiting for the day we are to die. Hoping that by that time we will have sons to carry on our names."
"Brother you think too deeply. These ways are the ways of our fathers, and we should be very glad that we are allowed to carry them on. Change is a dangerious thing brother," said Orion giving a sigh at the end.
Kaizen's head sank low, "I feel there is something we need to do. Prehaps we need to start something. A settlement...a civilization. Think about it brother. What would our father's have wanted: us to roam mindlessly for years fighting and killing needlessly or settling down and building something that will not be forgotten the day we die."
Orion put his hand on his brother's shouder, "I cannot tell you what our fathers would have wanted. Though we should consider this wisely brother. The moment we do this, there is no turning back. We will not be able to return to the old ways."
Kaizen lifted his head with a smirk on it, "I have thought about this for countless moons, I believe it is the best thing. Will you help me, brother?"
Orion smirked and rose to his feet, "Yes I shall help you brother, and may our father's watch over us as we do this. I hope it is the right thing to do."
Kaizen rose to his feet and smiled, "It is. It is."