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Hi guys this is the background im writing for my upcoming wood elves army. Im hoping i've avoided the temptation to make my army fluff to epic. Apologies for the length. Still its good read! I promise! You'll learn, you'll laugh, you'll cry etc...
When his resolve had waned, and he could ignore the whispers no more, the Warden abandoned his post and set foot beyond the border stones. The forest, usually nurturing and protective, became more darkened and hateful the deeper he went. No longer did the forest paths rise to meet his feet. No longer was he welcomed.
Whispers, tainted with anger and indignation, promised him release from his lowly post. The wardenship of a betraying glade was not meant for such as him. Around him the forest solidified into tall black shapes, yet he walked on oblivious under the blanket of suggestion and enchantment. The shadows fell in behind him, guiding him to the source of their imprisonment, and of their masters.
A way stone, mightier than those the warden had patrolled for long years, rose up before him in a clearing. The excitement began to manifest in those that followed him, their shapes distorting and twisting. Unable to destroy anything so intimately entwined to the forest, the Queen had used these stones to banish Coeddil and his handmaidens to the Wildwood. Today, via the blood of the warden they would be undone.
Still in his dream, he lay willingly upon the stone, his throat offered in supplication. The shadows came nearer until there true forms could be freely seen. Lithe women with flesh made of leaf and bark, with visages savage and evil. The shadow fey. The tallest glided towards the warden, her taloned hand raised for the killing blow.
“Warden!” yelled a voice, rich with urgency and fear. With this word, the real world slammed back into the warden’s consciousness, the gravity of his situation becoming clear. In a single swift movement he rose from his prone position and drew his blade. Surveying the clearing, the source of his salvation was seen. A troupe of wardancers wheeled through the air, fighting the dryads back from the way stone. The vicious advance of the devotees of Loec matched the dryads in their savagery.
‘Run! Flee the wildwood!’ yelled a voice from the melee.
Sword drawn, the warden ran for the safety of the border stones, and the wildwood howled its fury.
‘Another has been granted your post. Your weakness has brought you shame,’ explained Ain. An hour after he had made his escape the troupe had reached him. The leader was a bladesinger named Ain, he seemed amused by the Warden’s folly.
‘Your lack of lack of resolve could have brought destruction to the forest.’
Deep in his shame the warden said nothing, Ain continued.
‘No elf has stood foot under the eaves of Coeddil’s prison before you. All have resisted the calls of the dryad before you, the spell-weavers do not know why,” Ain paused, choosing his next words carefully, “However, I do know the only way you will be welcomed back into the kindred.”
The former warden nodded, already guessing his fate.
“You must pass into the glades of the forest the Asrai fear to tread, where the paths turn in on themselves and deceive. If Athel Loren forgives you, so will we,” finished the wardancer.
Slowly the former warden stood and removed his armour, retaining only his bow and sword. His gaze lingered on the troupe; it would be many a year before he would see his kindred again, if he survived. Wordless, he turned, and walked into the dark of the forest.
Any thoughts or comments? Anyway i could make it cooler? I have more of the story planned out if people would like to read it.
I think this sounds as sexy as me, but then again what is? :shifty: (Joking)
I actually really liked that fluff, as a wood elf player, i have that tingly feeling everytime i read it :w00t: Great Job!!!
If you read my sig first, then the first sentence i wrote it will rhyme, Im trying to make everything ryhme in my frist sentence. he he
Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee!
thanks for the positive feedback guys
Im working on another chapter to the story but i have too many directions i could go in (always a sign of good background fluff i reckon).