Category: The nameless man

-Again!

-Again!

-Again!

The air whistled sharply as it was cut by the steel blade. Straws poured like blood out of the inanimate body of the dummy. Deep, fatal cuts were intertwined in the belly region, half of what should be the head was missing and so was the right arm. It laid on the ground next to it, sword still firmly gripped.

A few meters back a small hill of hay and rags covered the green grass. Fallen brothers of the amputee were soon to become food for the livestock. The man turned to Ceannard.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part XVIII: Haystack Enemy”

-Ceartas, my dear friend, you’re finally back! Report, what is it that you have found?

-My King, it is good to be back! Indeed, I bring news, horrible news gained at a huge cost.

-Tell me, what happened? Only four of you returned.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part XVII: The darkening of The South – 7 – Final”

As they were descending, the noise in front turned to a subtle voice. But they couldn’t understand what was being said. It was an unknown language to them, not the one used in Rioghachad, nor in Grian. Ceartas never heard this tongue before. Maybe it was some sort of speech used only by the people of Iasgach. It was well known that a lot of towns and villages had their own dialects, aside from the official language of the Kingdom. They were remains of the old tribes that used to populate the lands before they were united to form the Great Kingdom of Rioghachad.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part XVI: The darkening of The South – 6”

Captain Ceartas was in front of the group of soldiers. The moment they have been waiting for the last three months and four days has finally come. Their mission, handed to them by King Fasach himself, was about to end. By the end of the night, he and his comrades would be on their long way back to Grian with great news. They would have destroyed the greatest enemy of the Kingdom and they would be rewarded regally for the deed.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part XV: The darkening of The South – 5”

A lot of well-dressed men were in the room. Silk robes and fine hats they were wearing. Golden rings encrusted with rubies and diamonds were strangling their fat fingers. These were Grian’s elite, the nobles who controlled the Kingdom.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part XIV: The darkening of The South – 4”

Three months have passed since the assassination. Life in Grian was again running its course, the peasants were working as hard as ever and everything seemed to be turning back to normal.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part XIII: The darkening of The South – 3”

The South used to be a fertile land. The old stories tell of a culture that thrived in agriculture, hunting and carpentry. Proud, tall men used to rule the open fields and a civilization that worshipped peace and nature more then anything populated the vast island continent.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part XI: The darkening of The South – 1”

-Damn it! They moved too slow! If we were the real criminals, we would’ve gotten away before they shut the city down. – cried Governor Ceannard

-You shouldn’t blame them too much. The Fortress was very well guarded. It would have been next to impossible to infiltrate it by any ordinary man. Lieutenant Andar is a brilliant strategist, but not even him could have prepared for this enemy. The things that attacked you were anything but normal. – said Professor Seann.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part X: Departing Bhaile”

Night turned into day, as the whole town of Bhaile was lit by the flames that engulfed the Governor’s Villa. The King’s Guards were desperately trying to put out the fire, but it was a lost cause. Even if the outer walls of the Old Fortress were made out of solid rock, most of the interior was decorated with huge, polished mahogany pillars and sculptures, stating the wealth and royalty of its inhabitants. After all, it was home for the noblest families in Bhaile. Eventually, that exact display of abundance would become its downfall.

Continue reading “Nameless story, part IX: The Water Barrier”