Post by Axel on May 29, 2007 2:26:14 GMT 1
ok...bad title but i'm concentrating on the story...this is what i've got so far.
Intro/Blurb/Info
The year is 4012. Earth wouldn't be recognizable to a man from the 21st century, climate change has happened in dramatic amounts. Over 2005 years sea levels in areas have risen and in others have fallen. Temperatures across the globe have changed, the country once known as Brittan is Ice, snow and small peaks have appeared...and the previous peaks have grown. North America, as it was known, is an over grown jungle, the entirety of old Africa is desert land it's land mass has greatly increased due to sea levels dropping there. Australia has all but disappeared below the waves, Japan and Korea have. The English channel has dried up, the most southern part of South America is covered in snow and cut off from the rest of it by sea...a lot has changed.
War has torn the previous nations to peaces and the borders look strange along with the names of nations. Due to the amount of war, and the death this caused, the production of fire arms was made illegal in the year 2785 and strict enforcing crushed illegal producers...before 3060 there was no one left who knew how to make them. So combat has returned to old fashion Swords, Axes, Hammers, Bows etc.
Western Europe: Spain, Portugal, France, Andorra, great Brittan and parts of Germany, Switzerland and Austria are now known as Rashida. Rashida is gripped by civil war. When the snows hit what was Great Britain, everyone fled to the south of the nation. In 3218, due to over crowded jail cells, 90% of the prisoners, the 10% that were left were only on short term sentences, were dropped by aircraft in the far north of the nation, in the vicious weather, then a 14 foot wall was erected half way across what was the English chanal. Every 10 years a similar clear out was performed till 3258 when the jailing system finally got on top of the problem. Unfortunately for the southerners, the northerners reproduced and lived on in the north, becoming barbaric warriors who live in Tribes, which the southerners refer to as villages. After just over 750 years of living under the thumb of the southerners, who have sent legion after legion to try and control the north, the northerners finally want freedom. A few tribes have collaborated and are slowly canabalising the other tribes to create an army and they're attack the Southern Guards as they go.
Iverfin, a tribe in the midlands of the frozen wasteland, want freedom from oppression or at least to treated as equals with the citizens of the south and not as sub humans or criminals. Axel, a sixteen year old bowman, is seeking glory as he joins his tribe's bid for freedom, can he and his friends live long enough to see that dream be realized?
Henai, aka north America, has had it's borders changed repeatedly. All that remains of the once great cities are overgrown wrecks, although a few are still in use and kept as clear as possible but still, most of the tall skyscrapers have been brought to the floor as the were of no use to the people. Henai is split, like Rashida, into north and south, but both nations are independent, but neither of their kings wants it that way. The Kings are twin brothers, Travis and Cyrus. The two nations are constantly at war, trying to conquer the other and have been since their parents split Henai between the twins. Henai is now vast forests and woodland, most of the towns or cities are made from the trees as a lot of the previous buildings have either been destroyed by the rulers because they were no longer of use or have been destroyed in the years of war before fire arms disappeared...and i few have been brought down in war since.
Amal, a talented young military officer, is climbing the ranks quickly, as his reputation grows with every conflict he takes part in...but is this really his path?
Prologue
A fire blazed, lighting every corner of the cave. 5 figures sat hunched by the dancing flames, they all wore thick furs and none was over the age of 20. The youngest of the group was a thin lad, Axel was his name, his shoulder length hair was a pale blond, almost white or cream colored, his deep blue eyes glittered in the flames and looked as though some of the ocean itself was captured in his Iris. He had a pine long bow slung over one shoulder and a quiver laying beside him while a sheathed short sword, made from Iron, sat just in his reach to his right. He ripped into a leg of a horse they'd killed, it hadn't been wild as it didn't seem worried by humans but it was too well bred to be a northerners so it must've belonged to a Southern soldier, so they killed it. Why such a well bred horse had been on it's own with no one around was a mystery but it made a good meal for men who hadn't had a proper meal in at least a week. A battle scarred man, he was easily 40 and had clearly seen many a battle. He was a large man, well muscled and clear over 6 foot and he carried a large Battle Axe in his right hand.
"Right lads, a group of about 30 are heading right along the road so lets set up, the others are in place." he called in a low gruff voice, that was Hans Hard-Hands, a named man. He was in charge of them and made it bloody clear he didn't want to be. He didn't see why they couldn't just fight in another group of Carls but no, they had to have their own unit, being directed by someone of experience. These 5 were the best of the youth and were being trained to be the named men of the tribe in the future. Hard hands had got his name from the fact he wasn't scared to fight even unarmed and in his youth was even known not to bother taking a weapon in the first place.
The lads got their feet and began to check over their weapons quickly, Axel had already made sure everything was well with his, the feathers on his arrows were fine, the string on his bow was tight and not worn and his blade move easily from the scabbard and grip was good. Axel followed Hard Hands outside and along the face of the hill in which the cave was dug into. As the other began to follow they turned up the hill, it was steep but this was the least steep part. They were near the peak as it was so it didn't take too long before they were lying in the snow on their bellies looking down the other side. There was the road, going past them, from left to right and curving round the hill to the right. Sure enough, a good 2 mile to the left you could make out the men moving, they marched in perfect order and discipline, steel breast plates glinting in the sun light, as were the heads of the spears they were carrying. Axel looked through the Binoculars to take a closer look, no cars this far north, no where to refuel when you ran out so they were all on foot. Axel could make out that they all carried Romanesc armor and weaponry, damn southerners thought they were so good they rivalled the Romans. He saw that they all carried a Gladius, the short sword of the Roman Legion, and all marched with a spear and heavy armor with a tall 'tower' shield. He looked right and just caught a glimpse of the last men hiding. He saw the horse mounted men jst round the bend, either side of the road men were hidden, there was about 35, all in all, Iverish men involved. "Here's the plan." Hard Hands' voice was hushed, sound carried to miles from here and they might just hear him, "We start moving down now, Axel, you stop half way down and cut about 100 meters right then notch an arrow and get ready, when we get down there, Vilfred, Henrik and Broder, dash across the road, Broder, you get nice and high so you get a nice shot at 'em, you 2 stay hidden" Vilfred was a boy who was quite small and not very muscled but he had a temper and he had skill with a blade, Henrik was the opposite, he was large and heavy but he could move faster than you'd have thought, he carried a War hammer. He wasn't smart and he had little 'skill' but he was the fastest with a War hammer to have graced the north...and he swung it hard. "Erich and Mikel, you stay with me...Now, all of you...wait for my signal this time!" Axel smiled inwardly, last time they'd tried something like this, Henrik had charged out when he felt like it, he nearly blew the whole damn thing.
So everyone crawled down the snowy hill, Axel broke off and rolled to the side a bit before setting himself in a good shooting position. He notched an arrow and waited. Axel watched as the others slowly moved downwards, suddenly Henrik started sliding, fast. He held his tongue, just, Axel sighed in relief, if he'd cried out it'd be all for nothing. When Henrik stopped sliding he had so much speed it forced him into a roll, down and down he went, picking up more and more speed, this was not good. Henrik rolled straight into a tree and the stupid ox cried out, the bloody southerners aren't that far away! Every soldier in that group looked up, a few pointed to Axel or the others on the hill...well there goes the surprise. Hard Hands seemed to think for a moment, rose to his feet, "Attack!" he shouted and charged down the hill, stumbling and rolling back to his feet a few times. Everyone followed...apart from Axel and Broder, they ran along the hill to get better shots at them. Arrow still notched Axel ran and before he even stopped running he leased it into the crowd of southerners. He heard a stifled scream, he'd got one, smiling broadly he slid to a halt and notched again, leasing it quickly, no time to aim. Another one fell, must be Axel's lucky day. Hard Hands reached the point of a spear and smashed it out of the way and embedded his Axe in the man holding it. The others got there now, finding ways through the shield formation, there was a loud call in a language Axel didn't understand and his comrades were pushed away with the shields then the Southerners formed up and created some sort of shield wall. Axel hadn't been taught much in the way of history but he knew about the Romans, that was the turtle formation
Author: Axel
Intro/Blurb/Info
The year is 4012. Earth wouldn't be recognizable to a man from the 21st century, climate change has happened in dramatic amounts. Over 2005 years sea levels in areas have risen and in others have fallen. Temperatures across the globe have changed, the country once known as Brittan is Ice, snow and small peaks have appeared...and the previous peaks have grown. North America, as it was known, is an over grown jungle, the entirety of old Africa is desert land it's land mass has greatly increased due to sea levels dropping there. Australia has all but disappeared below the waves, Japan and Korea have. The English channel has dried up, the most southern part of South America is covered in snow and cut off from the rest of it by sea...a lot has changed.
War has torn the previous nations to peaces and the borders look strange along with the names of nations. Due to the amount of war, and the death this caused, the production of fire arms was made illegal in the year 2785 and strict enforcing crushed illegal producers...before 3060 there was no one left who knew how to make them. So combat has returned to old fashion Swords, Axes, Hammers, Bows etc.
Western Europe: Spain, Portugal, France, Andorra, great Brittan and parts of Germany, Switzerland and Austria are now known as Rashida. Rashida is gripped by civil war. When the snows hit what was Great Britain, everyone fled to the south of the nation. In 3218, due to over crowded jail cells, 90% of the prisoners, the 10% that were left were only on short term sentences, were dropped by aircraft in the far north of the nation, in the vicious weather, then a 14 foot wall was erected half way across what was the English chanal. Every 10 years a similar clear out was performed till 3258 when the jailing system finally got on top of the problem. Unfortunately for the southerners, the northerners reproduced and lived on in the north, becoming barbaric warriors who live in Tribes, which the southerners refer to as villages. After just over 750 years of living under the thumb of the southerners, who have sent legion after legion to try and control the north, the northerners finally want freedom. A few tribes have collaborated and are slowly canabalising the other tribes to create an army and they're attack the Southern Guards as they go.
Iverfin, a tribe in the midlands of the frozen wasteland, want freedom from oppression or at least to treated as equals with the citizens of the south and not as sub humans or criminals. Axel, a sixteen year old bowman, is seeking glory as he joins his tribe's bid for freedom, can he and his friends live long enough to see that dream be realized?
Henai, aka north America, has had it's borders changed repeatedly. All that remains of the once great cities are overgrown wrecks, although a few are still in use and kept as clear as possible but still, most of the tall skyscrapers have been brought to the floor as the were of no use to the people. Henai is split, like Rashida, into north and south, but both nations are independent, but neither of their kings wants it that way. The Kings are twin brothers, Travis and Cyrus. The two nations are constantly at war, trying to conquer the other and have been since their parents split Henai between the twins. Henai is now vast forests and woodland, most of the towns or cities are made from the trees as a lot of the previous buildings have either been destroyed by the rulers because they were no longer of use or have been destroyed in the years of war before fire arms disappeared...and i few have been brought down in war since.
Amal, a talented young military officer, is climbing the ranks quickly, as his reputation grows with every conflict he takes part in...but is this really his path?
Prologue
A fire blazed, lighting every corner of the cave. 5 figures sat hunched by the dancing flames, they all wore thick furs and none was over the age of 20. The youngest of the group was a thin lad, Axel was his name, his shoulder length hair was a pale blond, almost white or cream colored, his deep blue eyes glittered in the flames and looked as though some of the ocean itself was captured in his Iris. He had a pine long bow slung over one shoulder and a quiver laying beside him while a sheathed short sword, made from Iron, sat just in his reach to his right. He ripped into a leg of a horse they'd killed, it hadn't been wild as it didn't seem worried by humans but it was too well bred to be a northerners so it must've belonged to a Southern soldier, so they killed it. Why such a well bred horse had been on it's own with no one around was a mystery but it made a good meal for men who hadn't had a proper meal in at least a week. A battle scarred man, he was easily 40 and had clearly seen many a battle. He was a large man, well muscled and clear over 6 foot and he carried a large Battle Axe in his right hand.
"Right lads, a group of about 30 are heading right along the road so lets set up, the others are in place." he called in a low gruff voice, that was Hans Hard-Hands, a named man. He was in charge of them and made it bloody clear he didn't want to be. He didn't see why they couldn't just fight in another group of Carls but no, they had to have their own unit, being directed by someone of experience. These 5 were the best of the youth and were being trained to be the named men of the tribe in the future. Hard hands had got his name from the fact he wasn't scared to fight even unarmed and in his youth was even known not to bother taking a weapon in the first place.
The lads got their feet and began to check over their weapons quickly, Axel had already made sure everything was well with his, the feathers on his arrows were fine, the string on his bow was tight and not worn and his blade move easily from the scabbard and grip was good. Axel followed Hard Hands outside and along the face of the hill in which the cave was dug into. As the other began to follow they turned up the hill, it was steep but this was the least steep part. They were near the peak as it was so it didn't take too long before they were lying in the snow on their bellies looking down the other side. There was the road, going past them, from left to right and curving round the hill to the right. Sure enough, a good 2 mile to the left you could make out the men moving, they marched in perfect order and discipline, steel breast plates glinting in the sun light, as were the heads of the spears they were carrying. Axel looked through the Binoculars to take a closer look, no cars this far north, no where to refuel when you ran out so they were all on foot. Axel could make out that they all carried Romanesc armor and weaponry, damn southerners thought they were so good they rivalled the Romans. He saw that they all carried a Gladius, the short sword of the Roman Legion, and all marched with a spear and heavy armor with a tall 'tower' shield. He looked right and just caught a glimpse of the last men hiding. He saw the horse mounted men jst round the bend, either side of the road men were hidden, there was about 35, all in all, Iverish men involved. "Here's the plan." Hard Hands' voice was hushed, sound carried to miles from here and they might just hear him, "We start moving down now, Axel, you stop half way down and cut about 100 meters right then notch an arrow and get ready, when we get down there, Vilfred, Henrik and Broder, dash across the road, Broder, you get nice and high so you get a nice shot at 'em, you 2 stay hidden" Vilfred was a boy who was quite small and not very muscled but he had a temper and he had skill with a blade, Henrik was the opposite, he was large and heavy but he could move faster than you'd have thought, he carried a War hammer. He wasn't smart and he had little 'skill' but he was the fastest with a War hammer to have graced the north...and he swung it hard. "Erich and Mikel, you stay with me...Now, all of you...wait for my signal this time!" Axel smiled inwardly, last time they'd tried something like this, Henrik had charged out when he felt like it, he nearly blew the whole damn thing.
So everyone crawled down the snowy hill, Axel broke off and rolled to the side a bit before setting himself in a good shooting position. He notched an arrow and waited. Axel watched as the others slowly moved downwards, suddenly Henrik started sliding, fast. He held his tongue, just, Axel sighed in relief, if he'd cried out it'd be all for nothing. When Henrik stopped sliding he had so much speed it forced him into a roll, down and down he went, picking up more and more speed, this was not good. Henrik rolled straight into a tree and the stupid ox cried out, the bloody southerners aren't that far away! Every soldier in that group looked up, a few pointed to Axel or the others on the hill...well there goes the surprise. Hard Hands seemed to think for a moment, rose to his feet, "Attack!" he shouted and charged down the hill, stumbling and rolling back to his feet a few times. Everyone followed...apart from Axel and Broder, they ran along the hill to get better shots at them. Arrow still notched Axel ran and before he even stopped running he leased it into the crowd of southerners. He heard a stifled scream, he'd got one, smiling broadly he slid to a halt and notched again, leasing it quickly, no time to aim. Another one fell, must be Axel's lucky day. Hard Hands reached the point of a spear and smashed it out of the way and embedded his Axe in the man holding it. The others got there now, finding ways through the shield formation, there was a loud call in a language Axel didn't understand and his comrades were pushed away with the shields then the Southerners formed up and created some sort of shield wall. Axel hadn't been taught much in the way of history but he knew about the Romans, that was the turtle formation
Author: Axel