A story by me

Not true...
I made every bit up from imagination.

Edited by Gimli Son of Groin - 05 Oct 2011 at 18:08

Darn it! why did Ryelle leave the Wand of Awesomeness in the vault? Great story, Gimli!

As the guards departed slowly, a flare illuminated the sky and thirty six Orcs, ten humans and three Dwarves fell to the floor, slain by a mysterious being. The mysterious being, was in fact yet another mage. The Elven diplomats jumped a good fifty feet high to scour the immediate landscape. An Elf shouted that he'd found the scum and beheaded him. This is one of the many reasons not many people mess with Elves. As Belthazor counted the dead, he realised that there was an even number of people slain. "Fifty..." He murmured under his breath. He quickly ran to the representatives and ushered them inside for fear of more attacks.

The few remaining orcs started the meeting again. "We demand that you protect us." one hundred year old Orc started, " You saw the slaughter that happened out there!" He started gesturing frantically until the Orcs had to restrain him and seat him. Everyone looked towards the throne at the end of the table but saw no-one. They had forgotten that Hrothgar had died, three and a bit hours ago. A few tears rolled down numerous peoples faces and some sobbed silently, shoulders shaking and the table being wet by salty tears.

Belthazor stood up and in a hoarse voice, declared that it was time for them to retire to their rooms. Many people agreed, but a Dwarf whose brothers and a sister had been the unfortunate Dwarves to have been slain by the fireball that didn't burn people, objected. "What kind of hosts are you?" He retorted to the Humans, "I believe that we would be either magicked to death, or assassinated by the hand-maidens that come to serve us." Snick. A dart shot out from the window and hit the aged Dwarf. Within seconds, the whole room was in turmoil. Lady Ryelle shot up the stairs to the balcony and threw a Human Assassin nicknamed 'Gaia Nutella Tulips' over the balcony and on to the floor. She raised an eyebrow towards as many men as he could, before shooting through the window as if the guards of the King himself were after her- which they were.
As Amroth Anguireal, an Elf, checked the Dwarf, he shook his head. Belthazor lost his temper, picked up the five hundred kilogram table and through it through the window in a rage. He yelled to the sky as he leaped through the window, " Curse you!! Why do you have to do this to me?!" He would have continued had he not suddenly realised what he was. His eyes brimming to the full with tears of sadness and joy, the full truth had dawned upon him. He, Belthazor was one of three candidates to become the King of the Humans.

Edited by Gimli Son of Groin - 07 Oct 2011 at 17:46

Ha. Neither will they. As if we elves would give up the secret of immortality.

The elves had been as small as humans, but as they lived in the forest, they had gained their height and speed, as well as their old age. They had gained their everlasting life and height by getting the mages to link their life lines with the trees. This was their weakness- by chopping down the forest that the elves inhabited, you would weaken the elves and they would be only fifty times better at sword play than the best Human and Dwarf and Orc. They would start to lose their old age slowly. The average life of an Elf whose forest was chopped down was just over ten times the amount of an average Dwarf- an average Dwarf's life span added up to about five hundred.

Back in the Palace, Belthazor woke up in the night. As he lay there, he was thinking about what he would do when he was King- if he survived until then. After several minutes, he made up his mind to start a hunt. He would hunt down all the mages and slaughter them all- man, woman and child. He didn't want a single one left alive, lest he or she grow up and have revenge, or they have off-spring to continue with magery. He pictured what it would be like in his head, then dropped off to sleep.

He hacked down the man in front of him, whirled round and killed the ten soldiers behind him, each with a three metre spear. A heat wave passed by and he realised that one of the mages using magic, had unleashed a huge fireball which was making its way towards Belthazor. His eyes widened as he saw it burn through the organised ranks of his soldiers. Ranks upon ranks of soldiers disintegrated as more and more fireballs were unleashed. In the midst of the fighting, Belthazor hadn't noticed a figure standing only a few metres away from him. The figure slowly unsheathed his long, curved sword and plunged through Belthazor's stomach. As the world around him faded, the person who had stabbed him- a Human- leaned forwards and whispered in his ear, " Stifle, at your service." And Belthazor died.

Edited by Gimli Son of Groin - 17 Oct 2011 at 17:27