I now have (at least a couple of) stories set up as their own separate pages. Later on, I plan on fixing things and setting all of my writing as their own individual pages. In the meantime, you can enjoy Red Snow and The Seeker’s Journal by clicking their names at the top of the page. I am also going to have to see about making the colors work better without being taxing on the eyes.
Though it is only temporarily to be honest. I apologize to everybody for the fact that I have neglected the site for so long. Due to the fact that I had gotten a new job and started classes, it has made it very difficult to keep the site updated. However, I have learned better writing techniques and will soon begin a new story onto here and I’ll update it when I can. If there is any particular subject that you want for the writing, just let me know or post it in the comments, and I’ll do my best to spin a tale around it. I just can’t promise that the story would be anything less then violent.
I once again have writer’s block on all but one of my stories. That one story is going to be waiting because I have special plans for it. I’m sorry for my blog being so sporatic, but seeing has I don’t have much of a following that I can tell, I doubt that it’s that much of a problem. If anybody has any ideas to help with my writing, or any particular story they want me to focus on, let me know either in emails or in the comments section. As for this new story, i’m keeping it under wraps until it’s ready.
It was morning, and the march had begun again. The battle was expected to be relatively short, as it was against a village occupied by Vlasire, or that was what the maps said. What the map didn’t reveal was that the town was, in fact, where Augustine had his weapons and armor crafted, and most of the front line soldiers had heavy, narrow sighted, helms on, preventing them from recognizing the town. However, after the initial assault, a few of the men began noticing the familiarity of the area, and stopped. One of the men then removed his helmet and looked at the bodies at his feet. He collapsed when he saw his nephew on the ground, bleeding to death, the last look on his face one of shock. In the back, Captain Sarman saw the Augustine soldiers begin to halt, and the defending forces stop as well. Confused, he then shouted out to his men “Aim for all men on the field, the Augustine men seem to have turned sides.” The slaughter from the nearby hills made short work of all of the forces below, the guilt wracked soldiers, and shocked defenders were too overwhelmed to fight. The Dutchard archers were able to then occupy the village, not knowing the true effects they had caused that day, spelling their doom. Instead, they took over the nearby inn, celebrating the victory, drinking themselves into a stupor.
“All right men! The council has finally decided on a counter-attack against The Order, and we’re the ones who get to track them down. These sons-of-whores have made a very bad mistake, and that is killing our leaders, and letting us know it was them. I want the green soldiers up front, scouting for tracks, and for every time you lead us astray, you will earn a scar. And those of us behind you will know if you’ve messed up, so don’t even think of trying to fool anyone. It’s time to head on out.” shouted the burly man wearing camouflage and face paint. The force was about half of the rookies and veterans that made up the camp. After the short speech, they headed into the forest, the rookies inspecting everything they saw while keeping a pace for the rest of the group. While they focused on the ground immediately in front of them, none of them could have seen the Upierci working on making every clue The Order left behind just obvious enough to be spotted without making it look like it had been planted. There was going to be a massacre that night, and the Upierci would be able to feast once again.
Captain Charles Sarman II woke up with a start, pulling his dagger out from underneath his bedroll, holding it up to the throat of the young man with the start of stubble on his face. Strangely, the young man didn’t even flinch, but instead silently handed the captain a scroll, and merely held his finger up to his lips. Silently, the captain left his tent, holding the scroll up to the light of the full moon so he could read it clearly. It was an order pertaining to the battle the next day. It told him to make sure that his men were to stand near the rear, and to try to give reasons to make as many of them archers as possible. The reason was that the Dutchards may be using the Augustine army to ensure an easy takeover after the war against Vlasire. After reading the scroll, Charles handed the scroll back to the silent messenger and nodded to him. It would not do to have any of the Dutchard men learn of the scroll. The messenger then ran into the woods, leaving behind absolutely no evidence that he had been there at all. For a moment, the captain wondered if he had dreamed it all, and that he had simply sleepwalked outside. He simply shook his head to dismiss the thought; he had seen what doubt can do. It can kill, and not only the one who doubts, but also those around him, both beneath him, and above him. Doubt can take down kings as easily as guards.
Vlasire sat in a room at a table, alone, studying a map with small wooden shapes sitting on top of it, when a particularly young guard came in. The guard, looking about eighteen years old, announced “Sire, I bring a scroll sent by a messenger from the castle of Augustine.”. Vlasire, who wore handsome, yet sharp, features and had hair that was slicked back with a widow’s peak, invited the young guard over with a gesture of his hand. The guard immediately came over and handed a scroll with a broken seal to Vlasire wordlessly. “How come the seal is broken? Have you been reading this message?” asked Vlasire calmly with a smile. “Yes sire, I apologize, but curiosity got the better of me.” replied the guard apologetically. “It is all right, I admire curiosity, I don’t suppose you are able to read, are you?” asked Vlasire, while reading the scroll. “Yes sire, I know how to read a little, though not much, I learned from the town scribe when I was little.” responded the guard. “Ah, I see, it is a good thing to want to learn more. You are no doubt curious about why I happen to be interested in King Augustine’s plans.” said Vlasire. “Yes I am sire, in fact, was most curious about why he was suddenly regarding his allies with newfound suspicion.” stated the young guard. “Yes, you wouldn’t know about the attack on his assault unit, nor the plans I had placed on his surviving soldier. Now you no doubt know what chance we would have in this war. With two kingdoms trying to conquer ours, the war is a bit in their favor. I am using opportunities to stack the odds in our favor once again. You see, about a week ago, I had a man assassinate a messenger that was carrying battle plans to King Augustine’s army and deliver a modified set of plans to them, impersonating a messenger of Dutchard. The plans were set to have the army attack a small village that was controlled by King Dutchard. That night, I had every man, save one, murdered in their sleep, the surviving one had plans against King Augustine placed on his person, and had his mind poisoned by a drink.” the king told is young listener. “Why would you go through this trouble? I don’t see what you are doing with these small actions.” the young guard said. “Here, maybe a visual example would help you understand this better.” said the king. He then took wooden models of soldiers and weapons and split them into three groups, with the cannons of two of them facing one group together, and one group slightly larger than the others. “Now, imagine that this group is us…” the king said pointing to the group facing two armies, “now, imagine that this larger group is the Dutchard army, and the other one is the Augustine army. Now, in this manner, we don’t have much of a chance of surviving, but imagine if the smaller of the two armies attacking us turned against the larger one. Then, we have one less army attacking us.” said the king. “Yes sire, but why not have the larger army attack the smaller one?” asked the young guard. “Well, when the two armies are done fighting each other, chances are, the surviving army will continue the fight against us, so we need the two armies to wear each other down as much as possible first. Now, if the larger one attacked first, the fight would be swift, and would leave little damage on itself due to the surprise of the attack, however, if the smaller one attacked first, then the battle would take longer, and would leave a smaller army overall for us to defend against. Also, during that time, we would be able to put together a larger army to better prepare ourselves.” said Vlasire, while moving the figures appropriately. “I see what you are doing now sire, but how do we ensure that the fight between the two armies continue and that they don’t see what is happening?” asked the guard. “Well, I plan on continuing with small assassination plots to keep the fighting going on as long as possible, and I have spies among the king’s advisors, to ensure that I get accurate and timely information regarding the activities of the opposing kingdoms. There is a saying that I once heard, and that is ‘the most dangerous knife is the one unseen.’ It was meant regarding assassins who sneak in to the target’s house under cover of darkness. While I don’t dispute the accuracy of that saying, I do take note that the most unexpected knife isn’t the one held by an assassin, but the one held by a friend. That is how I am doing battle; I turn numbers against each other. If you can do that in battle, then instead of having to fight eighteen men, you only have to fight one, and the survivor is usually too injured to put up a fight when you turn on him.” said the king. “Yes sire, I thank you for the wisdom you have imparted me with today, it will surely prove useful when the day comes when I must battle.” said the young guard appreciatively. “You know, you have shown much intelligence for a common guard.” noted Vlasire. “Yes sire, as you said earlier, I can be very curious, but I don’t have much education sire.” replied the guard. “Education and intelligence are not to be confused. Any man can be educated and still make the mistakes the village idiot makes. Intelligence, however, is the use of that education, and the desire to seek more education. It is intelligent men who command armies instead of taking the orders. Unfortunately, it can be hard to take notice of, as many men who are intelligent are born of common blood and are forced into a life of servitude, instead of where they truly belong. I happen to see that intelligence in you, and so, I want you to take this note to your guard captain, for you are going to be educated by me, and you will become one of my advisors. I will also give you pay in order to help you aid your family. Is that understood? The man I need to help me is a man willing to question my decisions and provide his own viewpoint into such matters. One last thing I need from you before you leave this room though is the knowledge of your name, after all, I can’t very well call my new student and advisor ‘guard’ all his life, now can I?” stated Vlasire. “Yes sire! My name is Christopher, and I thank you a thousand thanks for this opportunity!” said the astonished young guard. He then took the note and headed off to his guard captain having to restrain himself from cheering as loudly as he could.