Manneligs story has been divided into two sections, battles and Travels. the first two chapters of Battles, will be posted here followed by the rest of the story......If you point out the fact that chapters are out of order, A'la chapter 1 is followed by chapter 3, this is planned, becuase of the full saga. Thanks, mannelig.IT was dawn over the Country of Arcana, The sun rose above the horizon. In the royal palace the orcish queen, elected for her fairness sat with the leaders of the three factions of royal protectors. The Fist knight of the bragons knights, Rogul. The head of the Mighty Malachins hunters Gouthal. The head of the mercenaries of Arcana Merc. Koloth. The discussion was anything but peacefull, they wer epondering why the neighbouring countries have been stocking arms and troops and increased hostilities towards the residents of Arcana. "There is no question about it, we must invade them first!" Rogul said smashing his head against the table, there were murmurs of agreement around the table. The queen responded "No!I will never put the residents in harms way, we will defend the capitol as long as we can." Rogul looked agitated for a moment , then replied "you heard her, we will defend the capitol!" he orderd the faction leaders whow ere skeptical, since Rogul held the rank of Royal Protecter to the Queen. He Bellowed "LORDS! look alive!" The leaders stopped there bickering and sat at attention.
Meanwhile at the Arcanan border.....
"Get them horses moving!" said a man who held a large rank. "yes m'liege" said one of his many squires. "we will attack at the suns setting!" "yes m'liege"
Mannelig sat in his royal chambers, only three years old playing with wooden knights figures, when Rogul came in. "My prince, sire please excuse my intrusion" Mannelig looked up 'Uncle Rogul!" he said. Rogul smiled and began to proceed to his chamber off of the princes.
The ..sun glowed red as it began to set over the peaks to the east of the mighty country of Arcana...
"Attack!" yelled the rank holder from a neighbouring country.......hundreds of volunteer soldiers sruged forward towards the capitol of Arcana. They were spotted by a lookout who ran to the sqaure of twon and grabbed the hammer, he bashed the large gong in the square within moments knights lined up, Rogul barked orders "Mercneries, use your bows as backups hide behind the trees, Knights and Hunters wil attackf rom left and right flanks, volunteers will try and punch through thier line sin the centre!" The ran towards the battlefield, Screams and the clanking of swords on swords was heard as Rogul and the other leaders and thier respective groups fought valiently, spells and explosions pummeld the city and the battle grounds as slowly but surely the Arcanan defenders were pushed back towards the city walls, Rogul barked a retreat and the Bragons knights and few of the others obeyed as they head for the docks.....The three refugee ships that had once brought settlers to arcana were taken on the inhabitiants, beside them were the factions sships thenthe private ships. The refugee ships had lines and lines of teeming people, mostly woman children and merchants trying to push on. more explosions and screams, a house exploded near Rogul. He was met by a woman in a cloak who handed him a basket and a note, rogul took it aboard not knowing what it was, Rogul got on the deck of the Freedom the Bragons Knights flagship, and took on some refugees who worshipped bragon... he noticed that the hordes of the enimies were closing in on the city and orderd the cast off, the ship slid out of dock....second to a private ship, with it went two of the three refugee ships the rest stayed tot ake on refugees, later the third ship left as the enimies got to the docks then the rest of the private ships un moored and took off. looking out of a viewport, the baby in the basket...hundreds of refugees, Rogul on the deck and most of his crew saw it, a point of light....."Stand by for Afterwave!" he yelled his crew made prepartions and hung on for dear life, as arcana Exploded into a crater....the resulting shockwave engulfed a few of the private ships and sunk a refugee ship, the baby looke don crying loudly for his mother whow as no where to be seen, the note read:
"Rogul, please take mannelig with you on your journeys to carry out the Arcanan plan, teach him to be a knight in your order and raise him as your own, thank you-Quenn of Arcana ????"
Chapter Three, Roguls Bluff
The fall of arcana was 15years ago now. Mannelig was working on the sails of the Freedom, as she prepared to pull out of Gornal's seaport. Rogul called to him "Mannelig, get those sails fluffed and ready." Mannelig replied "Yes M'liege". The sails flowed downwards and poofed out, as Rogul and some deck hands through off the mooring lines, The vessal began to slide out into the harbour. "Look alive men!" Rogul shouted "Swab the deck!". "Yessir, Rogul M'lord" the hands one by one went about thier jobs, Mannelig went down into the hold, which acted as his quarters and training room. Mannelig drew his longsword and began to spar on the wooden dumy until Rogul finished to continue his lessons. Rogul carefully snuck up behind Mannelig, his sword drawn...Mannelig swung around, swatted the sword from Roguls grasp and said "not this time!" Rogul smiled at Mannileg "You have learned quickly, I am Proud of you." Maneligs took this in stride, and the two began to sparr with thier longswords. "Rogul, Rogul! cried a deck hand as he barrelled into the hold" Roguls topped sparring, and turned to face the hand "What is it?"
"We have gotton a dove, the dark warroir and his men are hiding on a remote island populated by humans and elfs to the west!", Rogul promised to finish the sparring later, and the three went to the captians quarters. "Why would he want such a tiny island?" Mannelig asked. "Becuase its rich in minerals to make weapons and armour" Rogul grumbled to him. The ship changed course and headed westward, For thee days and Two nights rogul and mannelig trained constantly, sleeping on the thrid day and night. "Island HO! west side!" shouted the lookout, Mannelig and Rogul ran onto the deck, laying just west of the Bow was a small moutinous island, with a smal jungle near one of its beaches. "head for the cliff near that jungle" Rogul orderd, The ship slid in at the cliff, just as Mannelig noticed storm clouds looming on the horizon. "Rogul, we've got a tropical storm heading here" he told Rogul. "Very good, I will leav eunder the cover of the storm and darkness ...alone" Rogul said the his assembled crew. Mannelig knew it was a bad idea, He knew rogulw as going to get hurt. But he knew better then uesiton his Guardians orders. The storm came, the waters began to get choppy, Lightning and thunder rolle din the night lighting up the boat in a black out lined sillhoueete. "Alright!" Rogul shouted above the racket "I'm going to scout out, wish me luck" The crew nodded in agree ment, and threw over the landing line to the Beach, rogul slid down and onto the sand, he walked into the jungle, careful to sweep his feet.
Hours past, and there was no sign of rogul, Mannelig was worried, Rogul should have come back by then. Manelig got into his gear, and assembled the crew, suddenly they heard clashing of swords, and fire spells light the jungle, They knew thier jobs, and Mannelig barked orders above their voices, the swords and spells and the storm, They landed on the sand and ran to the battle field.
Rogul was fighting the Dark Warroir, whilst holding off the oter attackers with his supraclaw. He knew that his crew and Mannelig would be arriving soon, He hoped they wouldent, it was HIS and Manneligs fight, not thiers. Mannelig and the rest stumbled out of the Brush, and split up, The warroirs attacked the enemy swordsmen and the archers took up behind trees and more brush. Mannelig rant owards Rogul, but something was Wrong, The dark warroir was faking an injury, Rogul looed oer to Mannelig and smiled "Rogul! hes faking it! look out!" Mannelig screamed, but it was to late, the long Rapier of the darkw arroir, went through roguls stomach and was withdrawn, rogl stutterd something, and grasped his supraclaw, blood pouring out of his wounds and his mouth, Thunder above and fire in his eyes he swung, and cuaght the face of his attacker, the dark warroir, screamed and ran away. Mannelig ran to roguls side as he crumpled tot he ground, Trying to hold his insides in, Futily trying to help his guardian, whilst the battles deafening roar was upon them. "Mannelig, its too late for me, I already knew it." rogul coughed "You have far exceeded my expectations, I am proud to have raised you so well" "Rogul! do not talk such as that!" mannelig said " your not going to die today, It is NOT a good day to day!" Rogul smiled, and reache dinto his pouch, "here" he said "take this letter, its from your mother, since you were an infant. "My m-mother? I thought I never had a mother, or a father, just you." Mannelig stutterd out. "no, you have a mother, and she loves you very much, please put my soul to rest, and find her." "Rogul! your not going to die!" Mannelig still trying to futulily hold his Guardian together. "Goodbye, my son" rogul said, as life drained from his eyes. By then the Bragons Knights had won the battle, and were crodwing aorund the two. Mannelig had tears flowing down his face, and wiped his eyes, He screamed his face coverd in roguls blood from his hands "ROOOOGUUUULLLLLLLL!!!!!"
Mannelig, saga - Book 1, battles.
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Mannelig, saga
CHAPTER 5 BIRTH OF A PRINCE.
Mannelig closed Roguls eyes with one of his hands coverd in blood, and took of Roguls belt with the Three scrolls already collected, and Roguls Supraclaw and sword. He also took anything else of value . He saw the Emblem band of the leader of the Bragons Knights on Roguls lifeless arm's tricept. He undid the emblem, and held up it for all to see. He glanced aorund at the men who had gatherd, some were stillb reaking down, others had accepted the fact, still others just stared off into space as if expecting to awakin from a dream. Mannelig, empty and hopeless as he felt carried on. "Vote now! on who should become the new leader of the Bragons Knights!" The emn chanted, barely a wisper at first "mannelig mannelig mannelig" then it grew into a roar "MANNELIG! MANNELIG! MANNELIG!"
Mannelig shook his head, "what can I do, I'm just one young man without a home or a guardian." but one man stopped chanting and took one step forward, Gerthra Gamor, Manneligs best friend. "Read the lette rin your hand, and follow your soul" said the young elf calmly. Mannelig unfolded the paper and read aloud for all.
"Rogul, please take mannelig with you on your journeys to carry out the Arcanan plan, teach him to be a knight in your order and raise him as your own, thank you-Quenn of Arcana ????"
Mannelig shook his head, "This letter cannot be true" he said, but all began to bow around him, Ignoring his words. One of them said in a deep tone "Presenting, Mannelig crowned prince of Arcana!" Mannelig, still feeling empty attached Roguls sword to his side, and The Supraclaw to his other side, slung the belt ove rone shoulder and spoke aloud "Arise! I command you!" one by one the bowed heads arose, "I am no prince I am a meger warroir in the bragons knights" He explained to the men. They stared blankly then chanted again "MANNELIG! MANNELIG! MANNELIG!" Thats when Mannelig knew, he WAS prince of Arcana and the new Leader of the Arcanan Bragons Knights. He reluctanly placed the emblemed band on his arm, The Falem in the emblem glowed as it reconised his presense. He looked at Gerthra, "You will be my trainer, and my scribe." The young elf blinked, then bowed "I will not fail you....My Lord and Liege." Mannelig shouted to his newfound men "Boar dthe Freedom, prepare to cast off, The battle is Won here." soloemly they apyed silent last respects to Rogul and trooped off into the stormy knight.
Once back on board, Mannelig shouted orders. "Look Alive! , set course for Gornal, we will sell this ship and get a newer clipper, Clean it up! prepare for cast off!" Mannelig fell into command well, but he still had emptyness after losing his home and his guardian.
Mannelig closed Roguls eyes with one of his hands coverd in blood, and took of Roguls belt with the Three scrolls already collected, and Roguls Supraclaw and sword. He also took anything else of value . He saw the Emblem band of the leader of the Bragons Knights on Roguls lifeless arm's tricept. He undid the emblem, and held up it for all to see. He glanced aorund at the men who had gatherd, some were stillb reaking down, others had accepted the fact, still others just stared off into space as if expecting to awakin from a dream. Mannelig, empty and hopeless as he felt carried on. "Vote now! on who should become the new leader of the Bragons Knights!" The emn chanted, barely a wisper at first "mannelig mannelig mannelig" then it grew into a roar "MANNELIG! MANNELIG! MANNELIG!"
Mannelig shook his head, "what can I do, I'm just one young man without a home or a guardian." but one man stopped chanting and took one step forward, Gerthra Gamor, Manneligs best friend. "Read the lette rin your hand, and follow your soul" said the young elf calmly. Mannelig unfolded the paper and read aloud for all.
"Rogul, please take mannelig with you on your journeys to carry out the Arcanan plan, teach him to be a knight in your order and raise him as your own, thank you-Quenn of Arcana ????"
Mannelig shook his head, "This letter cannot be true" he said, but all began to bow around him, Ignoring his words. One of them said in a deep tone "Presenting, Mannelig crowned prince of Arcana!" Mannelig, still feeling empty attached Roguls sword to his side, and The Supraclaw to his other side, slung the belt ove rone shoulder and spoke aloud "Arise! I command you!" one by one the bowed heads arose, "I am no prince I am a meger warroir in the bragons knights" He explained to the men. They stared blankly then chanted again "MANNELIG! MANNELIG! MANNELIG!" Thats when Mannelig knew, he WAS prince of Arcana and the new Leader of the Arcanan Bragons Knights. He reluctanly placed the emblemed band on his arm, The Falem in the emblem glowed as it reconised his presense. He looked at Gerthra, "You will be my trainer, and my scribe." The young elf blinked, then bowed "I will not fail you....My Lord and Liege." Mannelig shouted to his newfound men "Boar dthe Freedom, prepare to cast off, The battle is Won here." soloemly they apyed silent last respects to Rogul and trooped off into the stormy knight.
Once back on board, Mannelig shouted orders. "Look Alive! , set course for Gornal, we will sell this ship and get a newer clipper, Clean it up! prepare for cast off!" Mannelig fell into command well, but he still had emptyness after losing his home and his guardian.