Aerion- Shorik's Story (Part I)

[Shorik]

OOC: Alright, before I start this, I'm gonna give a bit of background behind the making of it

This is the revised version of the first RP story I ever did with Shorik. I'm going to be writing it in parts, and the first 2 or 3 are going to be solo. This means, I'm not taking anyone else in on this until then. So, just sit back, and read this if you like.

IC:


The world of Aerion is a vast one. Many stories have been told in it, however, there is one that sticks out. A story that took place in the Age of Darkness. This is the story of Shorik Malentfeis.

In the region of Ophial, Shorik Malentfeis was born. He was the second son of Sefito Malentfeis, a famed knight of Aerion. Throughout his childhood, Shorik was trained by his father to become a knight. However, by the age of 15, Shorik ran away from home.

Now, two years later, his story truly begins.

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Off in Feroga, a small town in the Unclaimed Lands, a young man walked through the marketplace. He had shaggy brown hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. He wore a red cloth tunic, black cloth pants, brown leather boots, a belt around his waist, with small pouches, another belt diagonally across his chest with a sword and it's sheath attached, along with a steel shoulderguard. He was about 17 years old.

He stood out here, but not because of his clothing, but rather, because of his race. He was the only human in this town, which was populated by an assortment of demi-humans.

This young man was Shorik Malentfeis. He was just passing through Feroga to get some supplies before leaving for wherever else the wind would take him. He stopped at a bread shop, and looked at what there was.
"What's a person from Verlian doing here?" the shopkeeper asked him with a rude tone.
"Verlian?" Shorik responded, "I've never even heard of that place."
"Really?" the shopkeeper said, "Then where are you from?"
"Avelix." Shorik responded, "In Ophial."
"Ah.. My apologies." the shopkeeper said, "We're so used to humans around here coming from Verlian, that we hardly trust humans anymore."
"Why?" Shorik asked.
"Well," the shopkeeper started, "Not too far from here is a city by the name of Verlian. We used to share a mine, but now they're denying access to it, and have occasionally sent some of their men to attack here."
"That's just wrong!" Shorik said, "Somebody's gotta do something!"
"Like what?" the shopkeeper replied.
"You'll see." Shorik said, leaving the shop.

Something's gotta be done. This town just can't sit back and take this.
Shorik then came to the town square. He climbed onto the statue of a centaur, and then called out to everyone.
"Hey!" he called, "Who wants to get some revenge on Verlian?!"
This caught everyone's attention as they all turned to face him.
"Sure, but who are you, and why should we trust you?" said someone from the crowd.
"I'm not from Verlian." Shorik responded, figuring that'd be the next question thrown at him, "And I heard your situation. It's wrong. But it's even worse to sit back and take it! It's time to fight back! If you're interested, meet me at the city gates by sundown."

For the next hour or so, Shorik restocked his supplies, and scouted out the field between Feroga and Verlian. He returned to the gate by sundown to find a fair-sized group of Ferogans. They were armed for battle. An avian in full body armour walked to Shorik and said, "You got a plan to attack Verlian?" Shorik nodded.

"Then we're in." the avian responded.
"Alright." Shorik said, "Here's the plan. We make a full-out attack on Verlian. They'll likely be in the middle of changing the guard shift, so they'll be weakened. Then, we break into the mayor's mansion, and knock some sense into him."

[Shorik]

By the time the Ferogan group and Shorik arrived at Verdian, the sun had gone down, and night had officially fallen. The Verdian guards were in the middle of a shift change, as Shorik suspected. To be honest, he was surprised his guess was right.

However, the Ferogans still met some resistance. Shorik drew his sword, and began attacking the guards, taking them down after three hits or so to each of them.
"Secure the mayor's mansion!" the young man overheard some of the guards crying out. He then noticed a group of them heading for a mansion located in the heart of the city, as reinforcements came. Shorik looked to the avian who talked to him earlier. He was still alive.
"Hey!" he called to him, while fending off another guard, "I'm going to try and get to the mayor's mansion. Can you lead these guys?"
"Of course I can!" the avian replied, "We'll try to meet up with you as soon as possible."
"Alright!" Shorik said, finishing off the guard in front of him before running off to the heart of the city.

As Shorik ran through the streets of Verdian, he met some resistance form guards randomly stationed. However, they weren't prepared for him, and the young man made quick work of them. Within ten minutes, Shorik had beaten his way into the the mansion. It was a small mansion, but it had the proper feel to it. There was a marble tile floor with a rich expensive carpet leading through the room and up the stairs. The walls were crimson, and pictures of past mayors were hung upon them.

There was one person in here besides Shorik. It was a knight outfitted in full black armour. He wore a blood red cape, and had a large greatsword.
"You shall go no further!" the knight said, holding his sword with one hand, and pointing it at Shorik.
"Really?" Shorik taunted, "And who's gonna stop me? You? As if!"
The knight let out a yell of rage and ran forward, attacking Shorik with his gargantuan sword. Shorik countered it with his own blade, and for a moment, the two stood with their blades locked. Then, Shorik sidestepped to the right as he let his blade down. He then took advantage of the moment, and stuck the knight's backside before backing off.
"Hmph!" the knight said, recovering from the attack, "Not bad... for a weakling!"
He conjured a fireball in his left hand and threw it at Shorik, who blocked it with his blade. However, the knight was quick, and followed up with an attack with the flat of his blade, knocking Shorik into the wall.
"Now you've asked for it." Shorik said, regaining himself, and rushing for the knight once more. They clashed blades for ten minutes, until Shorik landed a fatal blow to the knight.
"N-No..." the knight said, falling to the floor, slowly becoming lifeless.

Shorik stood there for a moment before remembering what he was here for. He then turned to the stairs, and climbed them. At the end of them was a large door. Shorik felt an ominous feeling as he opened the door.....

[Shorik]

Beyond the door, Shorik walked into a ballroom of some sort. It was fairly large, and polished. The side walls were taken up by 30 foot windows, and on the opposite side of the room was a throne, with crimson curtains hanging behind it. A man was sitting in the throne. As Shorik walked closer, he began to make out the details of this man. He was in his mid-thirties, had semi-long, black, tied back hair. His frame was rather skinny, yet not the sickly kind. He wore expensive blue robes, and was unarmed.

The man didn't say anything until Shorik was a few feet away from him.
"Well, well.." he said, "Who would've thought you would be the one leading those worthless Ferogans? I must say I'm surprised."
"Yeah, about that..." Shorik said, "How about you stop attacking them, and give them access to that mine you used to share, or you die?"
The man didn't seem to be paying attention and interjected, "Don't recognize your own brother?"
"What?" Shorik said, completely off-guard.
"Oh, wait.." the man said, his entire body turning pitch black, and morphing a bit. The body then shed the pitch black colour to reveal a younger man with shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, and an evil smile. He wore A black robe over a rich green tunic and black pants. This was Shorik's older brother.
"A-Aerigen?!" the young warrior gasped, "What the..?"

Aerigen walked closer and put his hand upon Shorik's shoulder, still with that evil smile on his face.
"Shorik," he said, "It has been too long. Two years, am I correct?"
"Y-Yeah.." Shorik said, still in shock, "But why are you here?"
"To acquire what's mine." Aerigen said, "Power."
"Power?" Shorik said.
"Yes, little brother, power." Aerigen replied, "In this world, only those with power survive. And whoever is the most powerful can rule it. This world will be mine. It can be yours, too."
"What are you talking about?" Shorik asked.
"Join me, Shorik." Aerigen said, taking his arm off Shorik's shoulder, "The world will be under our command! Power shall be ours!"

Shorik backed away from his brother.
"No." he replied, "I won't join you, Aerigen... Power only corrupts."
"You are foolish." Aerigen sighed, "Very well. If you refuse power, then you refuse life. Prepare to die, brother!"
With those words, Aerigen conjured two fireballs about the size of watermelons. He then threw them in quick succession at Shorik, who managed to deflect the first, but was struck by the second.
"Aggh.." he said, trying to shrug off the pain. He then ran to attack his brother, but before he could strike, Aerigen teleported to the left, and shot another fireball at Shorik, blasting him to the ground. A stone fell out of Shorik's pocket. He looked at it for a moment, and remembered what it was. He had found the stone in an alter at an ancient temple. He had taken it with him because he figured it was valuable. However, nobody wanted to buy it off of him.

The stone was now glowing blue, though. Shorik went to pick it up, and felt a surge of energy throughout him as his hand touched the stone.
What is this?
The young warrior got up, and pocketed the stone, though he still felt the energy coursing through his body. He then saw a fireball coming at him. He sidestepped it at incredible speed.
Whatever it is... It's cool!
Shorik then dashed to his brother at lightning speed, and began giving a relentless flurry of sword attacks. Soon enough, Aerigen teleported up into the air. He was panting.
"Not.. bad... brother." he said, "But... Your time will come."
With that, Aerigen disappeared altogether.

Shorik felt the energy that was going through his body fade as he walked to the window. He wondered how the Ferogans were doing.
Scanning the city, Shorik saw them. They were almost at the mansion. However, by the looks of it, they didn't have much fight left in them. The young man took his sword and bashed it against the window, shattering a fair sized hole in it. Shorik jumped out through this hole. From there, he jumped off the roof and onto the ground, where he met up with the Ferogans.
"The mayor's been dealt with." Shorik said to them, "Let's get out of here while we can."
With that, Shorik and the Ferogans fled Verdian.

[Shorik]

The next day, Shorik left Feroga. He had done what needed to be done there. Now, it was time for him to continue his travels.... Except, now, Shorik had a goal... To find Aerigen.

But what would he do if he found Aerigen? Shorik never liked those who had some sort of evil intention, but Aerigen was his brother. Then again, he did try to take Shorik's life...

These kinds of thoughts plagued Shorik as he walked across the plains between Feroga and Verdian. He walked past Verdian, and continued into a forest. It was a while before the young warrior realized he was lost.
"Oh crap..." he said, trying to get his bearings straight. Meanwhile, from behind, an earth golem swung it's arms at Shorik, knocking him to the ground.
"What the hell?" he said as he got up. He then realized what hit him.
"Oh.."
Shorik drew his sword, and began to attack the golem. It was tiring work, though. After ten minutes of fighting, the golem finally dissolved into the earth, leaving a necklace behind. Tired, Shorik walked over to the necklace and picked it up. It was a simple necklace with a sapphire embedded in obsidian hanging off it. Shorik recognized it.

Teesha...

In hsi childhood, Shorik was friends with the girl next door. When they got the chance to hang out, they would draw, and have some laughs. Shorik had almsot forgotten about her. This necklace was hers... But waht was it doing here?

Before Shorik had time to think this over, he felt a strong smack over the back of his head, and he fell to the ground, unconcious.

[Shorik]

"Shorik.. Is that you?"

Slowly, Shorik became concious again. Opening his eyes, he found himself lying down in a wooden cage. He also didn't feel his sword or it's sheath on his back.

"Shorik?" said a voice.
The young man stood up, and looked to his left. On the other side of the cage, was a young woman. She had semi-curly, dirty blonde hair that went halfway down her back, and green eyes. She was wearing a purple robe with gold trimmings. Her boots were brown, and she also had a set of matching gloves on. She looked familiar.
"Teesha?" Shorik said, "Is that you?"
"Yes..." the woman replied, "And you're Shorik, right?"
"Yeah." Shorik replied, a smile coming onto his face."
"It's been 2 years, hasn't it?" Teesha said, "Everyone thougth you were dead...."
"They did, eh?" Shorik said.
"Yeah. Everyone except me." Teesha replied, "That's how I winded up here."
"Where is 'here', exactly?" Shorik asked, just realizing he had no clue where he was.
"The Dark Elf Prison." Teesha said, "I dunno why they took me... But it seems they jsut lock up anyone who tresspasses in their forest."
"Sheesh.." Shorik said, "Why not just put up a 'Stay away' sign?"
Teesha shrugged.
"Well, I'm getting outta here!" Shorik said, smashing his fists on the wood. It wasn't having effect.
"It's enchanted..." Teesha said.

OOC: From here on, I'll allow people to join. Just introduce your character into the story. No bios needed.

[Shorik]

After about an hour passed, the guard shift for the prison changed. Each guard consisted of a Dark Elf and a mount dragon. The dragon for the next guard shift was a notable one by the name of Gardivon. He one of the less poweful dragons in the Dark Elves' roster. He was also had a hate for the Elves that kept him captive, and as a result was a bit disobediant. He had green scales, blue eyes, and some bits of armour. Like all moutn dragons, he walked on all fours, and had the ability to fly with his wings.

As Gardivon walked into the prison, he took note of the newest prisoner. A young man with a red shirt, brown hair, and blue eyes. He had some resemblences to the human who'd been indirectly controlling the Dark Elves recently...

Shorik sighed heavily and leaned agaisnt the back wall of his cell. He then noticed something going on outside of it. The dragon that accompanied the Dark Elf guard was attacking the guard with it's claws. Within a few seconds, teh guard was dead, and the dragon busted Shorik's cell. However, the young man wasn't too eager to walk right to a dragon that could kill him.
"No need to fear me, young man." the dragon said, "I'm freeing you."
Shorik looked over to Teesha, wondering if he was going crazy.
"I heard him too!" Teesha gasped.
"You can talk?" Shorik said.
"Yes." the dragon sighed, "Just like every other dragon in Aerion. Now, do you want out, or should I just call back the guards so that you can rot here?"
Shorik walked out of his cell, still perplexed by the dragon's generosity.
"Hey.." he said, pointing to Teehsa cell, "Could you let her out too? She's a friend of mine."
Without objection, the dragon smashed the bars of Teesha' cell, letting her out.
"Alright." the dragon said, "I'll get you guys out of here."
"What's in it for you?" Shorik asked.
"I get freedom from this place." the dragon said, "By the way, the name's Gardivon. If you don't myind me asking, what are your names?"
Shorik and Teesha introduced themselves as Gardivon led them to the weapon's chamber. Looking around, Shorik found his sword, and his stone. He took both. Teesha on the other hand, found a wooden staff and claimed it.

And with that, Shorik, Teesha, and Gardivon headed off to find an exit.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

The Dark Elf Prison. An impenitrable fortress with very little chance of escape. But then again, breaking in would be easy, since what person would want to break into a prison?

Such thoughts ran through the black-haired girl who lent against a tree, around half a mile away from the prison, practicing her accuracy by pitching acorns from the tree at a small stump to the left of her. She wore a dark brown Tunic, the sleeves widening at her hands. There was slight golden imbroidery on it, and a woven belt around her waist. Plain tan pants covered her legs, and sturdy walking boots were on her feet. A pale beech wood Bow was slung over her back.

Her name was Raven Winterborne, and she sighed impatiently as she looked over at the prison with deep, blue eyes. She had been waiting for over an hour, but she wouldn't leave without her companion. She would just get highly impatient, then blast off at her companion when he got back.

Her companion, who's name she couldn't pronounce was a forest Nymph, she called "Leaf". Leaf was sure that in the prison, there would be treasures confiscated from the inmates who wouldn't be seeing day-light anytime soon. Since he was a renigade nymph, Leaf didn't see any problem with stealing for profits, and at 17, life wasn't kind to Raven, so she didn't mind taking things to make her way.

She slumped against the tree, and slide to the floor, where she sat in the dust. She took a hide flask from her side, and took a long sip of water. Still not able to use a telepathic link that Leaf swore would broaden between them, she was contented to just wait. She only hoped that Leaf hadn't gotten into any
trouble. . .

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And trouble was exactly what Leaf was in. A small green creature, with four stout legs and two leaves that bloomed from his head, which gave him ability to fly, Leaf was far from intimidating. But his small stature was good when you wanted to hide from an angry Elf guard and a dragon with a vendetta for forest nymphs. Panting, Leaf threw himself into a small grill at the base of a wall, which circulated the prison. His tiny heart hammering, he listened for the dragon and Elf.
"Come here, you little green demon! I'll find you, you useless little plant!" Leaf bristled with anger, but stayed were he was, a diamond the size of a large strawberry clamped in his mouth.

After a few more choice cursewords from the guard, him and his dragon walked off, mumbling to themselves. Leaf waited five more minutes, then squeezed himself out of the grate, the diamond still clamped in his mouth. Looking down the corridor after the Elf and his dragon, Leaf turned and looked the other way, and squeaked in fear.

Before him was two humans, and yet another dragon. Leaf barely came half-way up the humans shins, and compared to the dragon, he was insignificant.
"Please don't kill me!" He squeaked past the diamond in his mouth. The only reason he didn't bolt back into the grate was the fact that they were Humans, not Elves, so they couldn't be guards, but he was still tense, ready to hurl himself out of harms way.

OOC: will all the characters have super cool Power stones? If so, can the diamond be mine? If not, it can just be for selling, haha.
PS: You can see a picture of Raven and Leaf where all the images are kept, ok?

[Shorik]

OOC: My original plan regarding the stone thing was for Shorik only. But, if you want, the diamond can have some sort of power.

IC:

Shorik, Teesha and Gardivon all looked down at the Nymph. Shorik and Gardivon shrugged and started to continue forwards. Teesha, however, crouched down, and said, "Hold on guys. I think this guy's lost..."

"We aren't going to hurt you." she said to the Nymph, with a kidn look on her face. Shorik and Gardivon stood behind her, looking more impatient than threatening.

[Eva]

The sound of soft but slightly hurried footsteps is heard. Down the hall, a red light flickers slightly with the steps. Before long a figure is before the prisoners, holding a lantern and covered in a tattered but still slightly regal red cloak. In spite of the lantern, the figure's face was concealed due to the hood that covered its head. "Open the bars, Bedge." the figure ordered. Its voice was feminine, but still strong and commanding. She spoke with an accent. "Right away, Raph." a man's low, rumbling voice responded. Immediately the bars of the cells were bent, in some cases broken off entirely, by the man's arms. The cloaked figure hummed slightly as she entered the cell, which wasn't hard considering that the bars left a fairly large gap for her to get through. The figure lifted up her lantern and her head, looking at the group.



"I am Rapha Kolkata, the leader of the Red Hoods. I have come here to recruit you all to our cause. Join us and prosper. Refuse us, and your bodies will be as the bars." she said.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

"I'm not lost!", Leaf mumbled. At the confused look on the girl's face, Leaf spat the diamond into her hand, then flew up and perched on her head. "I said, I'm not lost! But you guys look like you are! And I'll lead you out of here, free of charge. The you can meet Ra-" Leaf said, jumping up and down on the purple-clothed woman's head, then turned as he heard a woman's voice. He saw a woman in a red hood holding a lantern. He listened to what she said, then a spark bounced in his eyes.
"And what exactly is the Red Hoods? Will you pay us? Or do we get financial security?" Leaf was silent for a minute.

"What? Raven needs financial security! But first-off, we need to go get her. I can lead you all out, then we can meet up with her. Does that sound agreeable to you, Ralpha?" jumping down of Teesha's head, he grabbed the diamond from her hand, and stood on the floor, looking up at them.
"Well? Are we going or not?"

[Shorik]

For some reason, Shorik didn't fully trust this 'Rapha'. However, if she knew a way out, he'd have to put that aside.
"Alright, then." he said, "Lead the way."

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Meanwhile, above the prison, inteh Dark Elf City, an armoured Dark Elf entered the chambers that used to belogn to the High Cheif.
"Lord Malentfeis.." the elf said, "There seems to be some ruckus going on in the prison. What should we do?"
The man the elf was speaking to turned around and said, "Make sure my brother and Ms. Aerivox do not leave that prison. Understood?"
"Understood!" the Elf said, leaving at once.

[Vale]

A Man stepped out of the shadows behind the Dark Elf Lord, Malentfeis.
"Why do you keep sending this fodder to do your building Master." He spoke, his voice, neigh his entire aura emitted something which was beyond death. Almost as if his entire being was the void.
"Release my bonds and I'll repay the debt which will be owed. To Track down these mongrels and ensure their swift demise." He spoke.

No one was really sure the full extend of the bodiless voice. Except for the fact it appeared to wear a white fox mask, and that was the only apparent form it would like to take.
"Master." His voiced hissed...
"Release Me... and prosper..." He hissed again. "Prisons, Mortal Bars cannot hold them....Release me...unto the world." It hissed finally, it's voice subsided in the back of Lord Malentfeis's mind.

The White Face vanished back into the shadows behind the Dark Elf Lord. It's pleas unmet.

[Tusk]

He awoke with a start. Prision, again! He needed to stop drinking. Tusk let out a yawn and felt a welp on his head. He held off an entire garrison of Dark Elf Soldiers only to be knocked out by a midget with a bottle. Well everyone to the half Giant was a midget. It was not his fault they were so damned small! He sat up and looked around trying to gather the fragments of last night's memories.
If he remembered correctly, he got completely drunk at a nearby tavern and then some elf called him a barbarian. That gave the elf a kick through a window and Tusk starting a bar fight. This brought in soldiers who could not hold themselves to Tusk's axes. Then the last thing he could remember was the barkeep smacked him upside the head with a metal bottle and now he was here. He doubted the bottle did much though. This has happened too many times before. He probibly just got hit, laughed, and fell asleep. He heard a lot of heavy foot prints. Gaurds were on the move.
Tusk got up to his full 14 foot height and walked to the bar doors. He watched as gaurds ran and he shouted.
" Hey! What is going on? "

One gaurd stopped and kicked his cell door.
" Shut up freak and get back before I put you through our interrigation chambers. "
That meant torture to anyone with half a wit and Tusk just passed.
Tusk's eyes began to glow red. It was a trait that Giants had, called rage. Strength, Speed, and Pain were all a state of mind. Without that state of mind, Giants became a massive killing machine that won't stop unless he is dead, or anyone else around him.
" Freak? "
He shouted angerly as he let out a shout. He suddenly kicked the cell door off its hinges and hit the elf right into the wall. The wall cracked and the elf fell lifeless. He was suddenly surrounded with swords and spears pointed right at him.
" Now you are all in serious trouble! "
He took the cell door and began beating the soldiers down with it. More fell as he he continued forward and those that were lucky enough to get passed his reach advantage found something else. His skin was tougher than normal and quick, light attacks did not do much damage. Soon, soldiers were flying into walls and down hallways. Suddenly Tusk had made it to the armory and found his weapons and his armor. He only gave a psycotic smirk as he went in and barred the door shut. His armor consisted of a chest plate and greaves, a left shoulder plate and a right bracer. His boots were armored. He took his axes, two small axes and one large one. The small ones went to his waist belt and the large one on his back that had loops in it. He then kicked open the door taking out a small group.
" Hey ladies, I am glad you have come to die! "
He then began to cut down any armored elf in his path. The path he took, led him to a small group and a dragon. Frend or foe, only they would decide.

[Shorik]

In his quarters, Aerigen contemplated releasing White Face.
He's right.. These elves can't be trusted to keep them henned in if they let them escape the cells in the first place... However, White Face can't be trusted either....

Having come to a decision, Aerigen left for the exit of the prison.
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Before anything else could be said or done, a giant of a a man came across the group. By instinct, Shorik drew his sword.
"Hold it!" Gardivon said, "This guy's a prisoner, like you. Best not to go attacking potential allies, kid."
"How do you know?" Shorik said. Gardivon then gave him a look.
"Oh yeah.. I forgot.." Shorik said, sheathing his sword.

[Tusk]

He sheathed his sword? So friends it was. Tusk walked to them, his eyes fading in its read. Any of the elven gaurd that still attacked, were taken out with his axe quickly. As he got to the group, he spoke.
" So, you are not attackin me therefor, you must be a friend. Welp, What are we going to do to get out of here. Though I do not mind killing every single gaurd they throw at me, It will not be long before they send in the entire army. "