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Welcome to the official start of Kroashent - Ar Chase Gouez.
Followers of my account are probably aware of my original fantasy series, Kroashent. Its been a long road, but I've finally put pen to paper and am going to start releasing a proper story with it! For now, I am planning on releasing this a page monthly, but will hopefully speed up once I have a bit more finished. I hope you'll enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome and your support is much appreciated!
Story Begins Below -
A crack of lightning split the churning sky, illuminating the dark shores of the island, its rocky outcropping casting ominous shadows across the cliffs in the split second of white light. Thunder rumbled across the sky, momentarily overcoming the sounds of the rough seas below. The longship rocked violently as another wave crashed into its hull, its carved draconic figurehead dipping beneath the white froth for a split second before bobbing up once more, the rivers of water giving it an eerie, animated appearance in the lightning. The darkness returned, the flickering orange lights on the shoreline vanishing one by one as the rain doused the torches. The small torches on the longship hissed s the rain pelted them briefly flickering as they sputtered back to life. The men and women of Captain Hauksteinn's crew gritted their teeth against the cold winds as the spray and rain battered, clasping their drenched furs closer to them as they heaved on the oars and pulled at the ropes to control the wildly fluttering sail. A wave smashed into the ship's stern, an oar violently rocketing forward, smashing into the face of its unlucky rower. The boat began to spin dangerously as the rowers realigned themselves, the wind smashing the sail around violently. A cry went out from someone as the rope pulled through his hands, red streaks of blood soaking into the rope as it pulled away. Another crack lit the sky as the seasoned crew regained control, the longship riding down another wave. Hauksteinn stood at the bow, water dripping from his helmet into his drenched beard. He looked over his crew, pride swelling within him. None grumbled as they worked, despite his orders to sail into the violent storm, or the events of the past few days. Lesser men would have given up or tried to betray him, but every member of his crew followed without question and with their utmost skill.
Despite their loyalty, however, an unease hung over the ship, a black cloud as dark as the stormclouds overhead. Another one of the torches on the shore was drowned in the darkness, its light extinguished like the life of its owner as the tide swept over the black sands of Vik. Hauksteinn's mind wandered to that beach, the rivers of blood streaming in the rain into the sea, the bloodthirsty lords of the deep no doubt drinking their fill. It was impossible to tell how many of the dead lay in the black sands, both his own crew and Malgven's soldiers. The sea would claim many of the bodies, making a proper remembrance, or even an accurate count, impossible. He had wished it had not gone as it had, but he saw no alternative.
Mere days earlier, he had set out from the capital, the leader of a powerful clan and a respected viking captain of four of the fastest ships in Fjallkonan's impressive fleet. Now he, and those who remained alive of his clan, were criminals, exiled from their homeland and sailing directly into a storm that would spell certain death for at least one of the ships, if not the whole fleet. Malgven's soldiers and a trinity of witches had caught up beneath the basalt columns of Vik, launching their furious attack with righteous anger. Against his wished, he was forced to launch directly into the storm, hastily pushing away as arrows and axes rained down upon his crew. His crew battled hard, slaying many of the soldiers, despite taking heavy casualties themselves. The witches were worse. He had slain one of the witches himself, a white haired Seer, the unnattural light in her eyes fading as his ax cleaved into her neck. His own mage had seen to the Speaker, a carefully aimed arrow taking her as she began her incantation. The Hunter had been the last to fall, a fireball engulfing one of the longships as it tried to push off, the twisting, blackened wood of its once proud mast twisting and warping in the orange flames. The flaming ship illuminated the beach as his own ship pulled into the water, leaving behind the scattered corpses and torches on the wet black sand. He shook his head, rainwater dripping from his beard. It was inevitable though. If not then, his feud with the Queen was sure to end in bloodshed at some point. This way, however, his people may have a future. Another flash of lightning illuminated the frothing waves, the tattered sail of the closest longboat jutting out at an unnatural angle. Hauksteinn looked away from the doomed vessel. He told himself he had secured his clan's future, but for how long, he could not say...
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Followers of my account are probably aware of my original fantasy series, Kroashent. Its been a long road, but I've finally put pen to paper and am going to start releasing a proper story with it! For now, I am planning on releasing this a page monthly, but will hopefully speed up once I have a bit more finished. I hope you'll enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome and your support is much appreciated!
Story Begins Below -
A crack of lightning split the churning sky, illuminating the dark shores of the island, its rocky outcropping casting ominous shadows across the cliffs in the split second of white light. Thunder rumbled across the sky, momentarily overcoming the sounds of the rough seas below. The longship rocked violently as another wave crashed into its hull, its carved draconic figurehead dipping beneath the white froth for a split second before bobbing up once more, the rivers of water giving it an eerie, animated appearance in the lightning. The darkness returned, the flickering orange lights on the shoreline vanishing one by one as the rain doused the torches. The small torches on the longship hissed s the rain pelted them briefly flickering as they sputtered back to life. The men and women of Captain Hauksteinn's crew gritted their teeth against the cold winds as the spray and rain battered, clasping their drenched furs closer to them as they heaved on the oars and pulled at the ropes to control the wildly fluttering sail. A wave smashed into the ship's stern, an oar violently rocketing forward, smashing into the face of its unlucky rower. The boat began to spin dangerously as the rowers realigned themselves, the wind smashing the sail around violently. A cry went out from someone as the rope pulled through his hands, red streaks of blood soaking into the rope as it pulled away. Another crack lit the sky as the seasoned crew regained control, the longship riding down another wave. Hauksteinn stood at the bow, water dripping from his helmet into his drenched beard. He looked over his crew, pride swelling within him. None grumbled as they worked, despite his orders to sail into the violent storm, or the events of the past few days. Lesser men would have given up or tried to betray him, but every member of his crew followed without question and with their utmost skill.
Despite their loyalty, however, an unease hung over the ship, a black cloud as dark as the stormclouds overhead. Another one of the torches on the shore was drowned in the darkness, its light extinguished like the life of its owner as the tide swept over the black sands of Vik. Hauksteinn's mind wandered to that beach, the rivers of blood streaming in the rain into the sea, the bloodthirsty lords of the deep no doubt drinking their fill. It was impossible to tell how many of the dead lay in the black sands, both his own crew and Malgven's soldiers. The sea would claim many of the bodies, making a proper remembrance, or even an accurate count, impossible. He had wished it had not gone as it had, but he saw no alternative.
Mere days earlier, he had set out from the capital, the leader of a powerful clan and a respected viking captain of four of the fastest ships in Fjallkonan's impressive fleet. Now he, and those who remained alive of his clan, were criminals, exiled from their homeland and sailing directly into a storm that would spell certain death for at least one of the ships, if not the whole fleet. Malgven's soldiers and a trinity of witches had caught up beneath the basalt columns of Vik, launching their furious attack with righteous anger. Against his wished, he was forced to launch directly into the storm, hastily pushing away as arrows and axes rained down upon his crew. His crew battled hard, slaying many of the soldiers, despite taking heavy casualties themselves. The witches were worse. He had slain one of the witches himself, a white haired Seer, the unnattural light in her eyes fading as his ax cleaved into her neck. His own mage had seen to the Speaker, a carefully aimed arrow taking her as she began her incantation. The Hunter had been the last to fall, a fireball engulfing one of the longships as it tried to push off, the twisting, blackened wood of its once proud mast twisting and warping in the orange flames. The flaming ship illuminated the beach as his own ship pulled into the water, leaving behind the scattered corpses and torches on the wet black sand. He shook his head, rainwater dripping from his beard. It was inevitable though. If not then, his feud with the Queen was sure to end in bloodshed at some point. This way, however, his people may have a future. Another flash of lightning illuminated the frothing waves, the tattered sail of the closest longboat jutting out at an unnatural angle. Hauksteinn looked away from the doomed vessel. He told himself he had secured his clan's future, but for how long, he could not say...
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