Short piece (with a name) Hey all! Just thought of letting you in on an little piece I've recently written. It's not my general style, nor is it how I would write a regular story, so it may be ... but this is a bit of an alternate and unusual piece. Let me know what you think. It was a bit of a test, so it isn't the most amazing thing written. (Oh, and I haven't fully edited it, so there may be a few 'iffy's' here and there.) -------------------------------------------------------- The night started well. Geldash thought of everything. He even managed to hire shamans to help keep our fire going. Why, why, why? How could these creatures be so cruel? Geldashâ€™s 59th birthdayâ€¦ Ruined, ruined, RUINED! We were all there. Drillock even travelled four nights to get here. There were rumours about Geldashâ€™s biggest party in history. And they were true. I have never seen such a great gathering. We were there to party the night away. Ohh, I can still smell the boars being roasted. As the moon began to rise, and the sun hid, we began with our traditional prayer to Serdash, but it was halted abruptly. A great roar came out of the darkness. My friends holding Geldashâ€™s candles went over to see what it was. They disappeared into the trees leaving the rest of us huddling in an uncomfortable silence around our only fire. The shamans began entertaining us with fire tricks. It was spectacular. Until the arrows rained down upon us. We ran for our huts, but these tall figures encased in gleaming metal were waiting there, towering over our huts. Oh, Serdash! What did we do? Weâ€™re peaceful, and no harm to anything. My brothers were falling to these arrows, and we could do little but flee. Our ceremonial daggers and carving knives were no match for the giant axes these monsters wielded. The magics of our shaman entertainers stood little chance against the magic they held. Our scouting party returned to find this mayhem, only to be killed by dozens of arrows in their backs. Lightning arced back and forth scorching dozens of us at a time, while creatures holding swords walked piously around us, flames erupting outwards around their feet burning even more. A small group of us somehow managed to escape to the forest edge. Maybe only fifty of us got into the forest, fleeing, not looking back. We thought we had escaped, but the earth opened up before us in a great fissure, fire and molten chunks spewing forth. Bolts of electricity from some hidden traps were closing in on both sides of us. Dear Serdash, what have we done? Not even seven of us got away before being burnt by flame or electrical charges. We all ran our own way as bears burst through the trees behind us. I wasnâ€™t chased, but I donâ€™t think anyone else escaped. Oh, Serdash, protect me. Even now I can hear their callous, evil voices rising through the air. If anyone finds this, warn the Prime Goods. Diablo, Lord of Peace must know. Eeck! They are coming, I have to run. Serdash, pleaseâ€¦ May you guide this note to our Lord of Peace! â€˜Well, what does it say?â€™ â€˜How would I know?â€™ replied the man with a symbol of his church on his left breast. â€˜It reeks of evil though. Demon magics. Possibly devilkin death weavers. Burn it, and may we smite these creatures of the black abyss. May the Lord of Terror feel our righteousness.â€™ He dropped the parchment containing a hastily scribble letter and allowed the woman beside him to ignite it with a word of power. He smiled, watching it smoulder, before turning and walking away into the night. -------------------------------------------------------- I would like to call this Devilkin's Diary, but that's a bit of a ... name, and I didn't feel it was right to give away what the piece was about immediately.