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PostedJun 06, 2007 10:09 pm

"A Stone of Contention"

My first Last Chaos fan fiction
Hey, all. I'm gonna post this here since there doesn't seem to be a Fan Fiction sub-forum. This is the first part of an original story I am writing about Last Chaos. Hopefully, I'll be adding parts as I write them. Hope you enjoy it.

Comments welcome!



A Stone of Contention, Part I – "Surprise, surprise!"


swag: plunder; booty; valuable goods, especially those obtained by means of questionable legality – “The Eres Common Tongue Dictionary”


The Lord of Swag was pleased.

Resting beneath a tall pine, his sword and shield stacked neatly beside him on the frosty earth, he smiled at his latest find, which he held lightly between his thumb and forefinger. It amused him to see the way it lit up his armor, to see the soft golden glints flitting over the seams and sharp edges of his other gauntleted hand moving in a slow circle around it.

But the sparkling nugget was much more than a pretty bauble. The rare mineral contained a magic that was the essential ingredient in all of the finest weapons and armor to be had anywhere in Eres. For this reason smiths prized it, and warriors of all sorts treasured it, battled for it, and would often pay quite handsomely for even the smallest piece. But far than any aspect of its pleasing appearance, it was the prospect of having more gold in his pouch—considerably more--that brought the dreamy smile to Swaglord’s face.

In the quiet of the early evening—in Merac it seemed always to be on the verge of night—his pony called to him, a soft murmur on the slow breeze, but rapt in the golden light, with images of a heavy bag of gold coin filling his thoughts, he completely missed the note of urgency in the animal’s anxious whinny.

“I know, I know,” he answered, not taking his eye of the stone, “every minute I spend sitting here gazing at this little beauty is one more minute when the swag is not dropping. You are such a nag sometimes. “

But the pony, for once, was not merely scolding him about neglecting his swag-collecting duties, and repeated its warning, this time with a bit more gusto.

WHIII-NEEE!

“Huh?”

He looked over his shoulder just in time to see a highland giant coming towards him at a full run, its club held menacingly over it shoulder. Caught totally off-guard, it was all he could do to stash the golden stone in his gauntlet cuff before rolling out of the way of the highlander’s heavy blow. Springing to his feet, he quickly realized that his sword and shield were out of reach. In fact, the club-wielding giant now stood directly between him and them, neatly stacked on the ground next where he had been sitting.

He knew he could probably evade most of the giant’s lumbering blows and eventually circle around to his weapons, but it was risky, especially if there were any more of its kind around that heard the commotion. He could soon find himself facing a small group, which, with or without his weapons, was more than he could easily handle.

But the giant was not quite ready to force the issue. Despite its great size and strength, it took it a moment to pull its enormous club free of the small crater it had left in the ground where Swaglord had been sitting just a moment before. And before it could turn toward the unarmed knight and ready itself to deliver another blow, the small pony, barely knee-high to the tall highlander, took the initiative.

With no warning whinny, it lowered its head and charged like a battering ram into the surprised creature’s thigh. It did no injury to the giant, but it did knock it off-balance for another second, and more importantly, provided the just distraction that the knight needed..

As soon as he saw his pony charge, Swaglord dove toward the giant’s feet, somersaulted once and came up a couple of steps past it, holding his shield in both hand. Spinning once and then again to build up momentum in his heavy shield, he launched himself into the giant’s face and chest just as it turned towards him, stunning it and giving him and his pony the precious seconds they needed.

“Go!” he yelled to his pony, which immediately scampered to a safe distance behind him. While the giant staggered, blind and unaware of the knight’s actions, Swaglord put down his shield and picked up his sword. Taking the hilt in both hands, he aimed a high overhand chop to the handle of the giant’s club, and then another to the straps holding its leather armor together. Then he stood back and slowly and methodically—in an almost business-like fashion—reequipped himself with both sword and shield, as was his fashion.

As the giant came to its senses, Swaglord laid on a series of precise and efficient blows, while staying carefully behind his shield. The creature, with its weapon broken and its armor sundered, had little chance against the fully armed knight. When it fell dead to the ground, Swaglord nodded to his pony as he always did after vanquishing one of the strange monsters of the Merac countryside, expecting the petite charger to scamper up and expertly search the creature for swag. But to his surprise, the pony stood still, staring past him intently and whinnying nervously.

“What is it?”

An unfamiliar female voice came from behind him, “Muy bien, hombre.”

“Huh?”

WHIII-NEEE!

Swaglord spun around toward the voice, but this time his reaction was too slow. Before he knew what was happening he felt a gossamer web of silk twine fall over his head and close fast around him. Then he felt his ankles encircled by a rope and pulled out from under him, sending him down hard on the ground, taking his breath away and leaving him helpless on his back staring up into a dreary, indigo sky.

A second later he heard what could only be the sound of his pony’s body slapping the ground hard—captured, he assumed—just like him. The net had him so tightly wrapped up that he could not even turn his head to confirm his pet’s fate. All he could do was lie there, try to get his breath back, and wait for whatever was coming next.

The prospect did not please him at all.

To be continued…
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PostedJun 06, 2007 10:28 pm
I love these. keep em comin!!! Surprised

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PostedJun 07, 2007 1:54 am
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PostedJun 07, 2007 9:09 am
What happens neext... who did that.. was it a pilifer lol.. this rocks lol.. awesome, u are a good writer too Mad

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PostedJun 08, 2007 10:42 pm
ilovealisha wrote:
What happens neext... who did that.. was it a pilifer lol.. this rocks lol.. awesome, u are a good writer too Mad  


pilferers dont speak spanish, do they?

i think it was a rogue, hence the snare type thing

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PostedJun 08, 2007 10:46 pm
You got my karma for it, keep up the writing, and add me pl0x =P

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PostedJun 10, 2007 2:12 am
Stonewall wrote:


pilferers dont speak spanish, do they?

i think it was a rogue, hence the snare type thing  


I Guess, but i didn't know rogues were spanish =D

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PostedJun 10, 2007 7:46 pm
i always wanted to post a story like this just never did but i enjoyed your story good idea leaving every in suspeance like that thats a sign of a good writer lol

I need a minute to rethink my life and now im back its time to fight - like my post give me some karma

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PostedJun 12, 2007 9:50 pm
Hi! to everyone who left a comment. I really appreciate the interest and the kind words. Instead of answering any specific questions, I'd rather let the story just play out. Hopefully, all will be revealed in time.

Again, thanks to everyone who left me a note. The next part follows below, and as before, comments are most definitely welcome!


"A Stone of Contention"
Part II - A Case of Pretty Theft


Swaglord did not have to wait long to find out who or what had attacked him. The face of a young woman soon appeared above him, followed immediately by a suitable neck and shoulders. They hovered over him for moment and then seemed to swoop down on him. He felt a sudden weight on his chest and realized she must be sitting on him.

He was still feeling a little groggy from his sudden impact on the ground but he soon recognized her for what she was. The tight leather jerkin, the distinctive thin, war ribbons braided into her dark, short-cropped hair, the small tattoo dagger behind her ear—she was clearly a member of one of the many thieving guilds, collectively known as the rogues.

And there was something else he noticed as she stared down at him, the smirk on her lips, the smile that was almost laughter dancing about her eyes, she was looking particularly pleased with herself. That rankled him, even in his semi-stupor. It was bad enough that he had let himself and his pony be captured so easily, but that look on her face…

“Get off me!” he barked. “Or by Jaguil’s beard I’ll—”

The rogue’s smirk quickly grew into a wide smile and then she threw her head back and laughed. As she did so her hair flew up allowing the dulcet rays of the waning sun to fall across her elegant cheek bones and slender neck. Despite his temper, Swaglord could not help thinking that under other circumstances he might not mind having one with such a pretty face as this sitting on his chest and smiling wickedly at him. But as it was…

“Stop that laughing! Stop it, I say!” He squirmed beneath her, trying to roll from side to side to throw her off, but the ropes were too tight and she easily maintained her seat. But she did stop laughing.

“Easy, knight! You buck like an old mare, did you know that? And here I thought you and your pony were so impressive before. The way you handled that Highlander—well, it gave me goose bumps.” And then she was laughing again.

Swaglord tried to calm himself. “Young lady, you are not funny… Look, whoever you are, I’m sure you did not ensnare me and my pony just to—“

“Just to compliment you?” She paused and then her smile vanished. “No. No, I did not.” She leaned toward him until Swaglord could feel her spicy breath on his chin. “Where is it?” she whispered.

“What?” He replied. “Where is what?”

She sat back quickly, drew one of her daggers and tapped the flat of it roughly against Swaglord’s cheek.

“Don’t be coy with me, knight. I’ll slice you up like butcher stew. You know what I’m talking about, that little yellow rock you were so taken with a few minutes ago—the heaven stone.”

Swaglord glanced away and strained against the ropes to turn his head. “I have no idea what—“

She stopped his lie with another dagger-slap to his chin.

“Really? she said, slapping him on each side of his face, a little harder now. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna to get all macho on me. In the first place,” She turned the tip of the dagger toward his neck and poked him gently, “you are in know position to bargain. “

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t. Killing you, even for a heaven stone, might not go down too well with my guild. We don’t need another war with the Templars. On the other hand, there’s no one around right now. Who would know?”

“Quite a risk, though isn’t it?” Swaglord replied. ”If you were found out, well I wouldn’t want to be you when your good friends in the guild find out.” He paused and then showed a smirk of his own. “I hear they have daggers, too.”

“Hmph.” She snorted. “I’ll give you this much, knight, you don’t scare easily. “ She stood up and paced for a little while. When she came back and kneeled next to him, he thought she looked a little angry.

“Look. I took you down, knight. Where’s that legendary Templar honor? If I don’t kill you it’s not because I can’t. That heaven stone is rightfully mine. Hand it over.”

Swaglord cleared his throat. “I can’t hand you anything in my present circumstances.”

“Come on, hombre. I’m not playing with you. I’ll take the stone myself, just tell me where you hid it.”

Swaglord just smiled. “I already told you. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Oh!” She stood up again and stomped over toward her horse. Swaglord couldn’t see what she was doing but in a few seconds he heard her walk over toward his pony, and then his pony whinnied.

“What are you doing?”

“If you won’t give me what is rightfully mine, I’ll have to take some other plunder. This pony of yours isn’t much, but at least it will bring me a decent price at the market.”

“Rogue, get away from him. I’m warning you!”

The pony whinnied again. It sounded like she was tying her rope around it, and then she was back at her horse again and he heard the heavy hoof steps of the large charger stamping the ground as if straining against something heavy.

His pony whinnied again and he could tell it was very unhappy.

“Alright!” he said.

The sounded of hooves and whinnying continued as if the two animals were struggling.

“Alright, I said. Rogue! You can have it. The heaven stone, it’s yours. Just let my pony go.”

In what seemed like an instant she was kneeling beside him again.

“Well… quite the softy when it comes to your animal, aren’t you? You surprise me, knight.”

“We’re... well, we’ve been together a long time.”

The rogue raised an eyebrow. “I find it hard to believe that little pony could be old enough to have been with anyone for a long time, but it’s your animal. So, where is it?”

Swaglord frowned at her.

“Come on, hombre, we don’t want to keep your friend all tied up, do we?”

“My gauntlet. The left one. Under the cuff.”

The rogue slipped off her gloves and slid one hand between the ropes and into the sleeve of his gauntlet. She had to lean on him while she reached around toward his gauntlet and slowly work her slender fingers through the ropes. When she found the stone she held it up in front of him and smiled.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She slipped the stone into a hidden pocket inside her vest, and then laid one hand on the metal of his breast plate, spreading her fingers and caressing it. “I’ll bet this armor is worth a pretty penny.”

“Don’t even think about it! Now let me up.”

“Not a chance,” she said, sliding off of him and walking back toward her horse.

“What!”

“Thanks for the stone. Oh, and I’ll be taking your pony, too.”

“But you said—“

“You think I’d leave a valuable animal like that behind? My guild might not like me killing you or taking your holy armor and weapons, but they won’t get into a snit over your little friend. “

He heard her mount her horse, then he saw her towering over him as she rode up next to him, a mocking grin once again on her face.

“I’m sure you can wriggle free of the net, eventually. Though, perhaps not before some friendly highlander happens by, like before. They might help you, knight. Or they might decide to see what kind of an impression their club can make in your head.” She laughed.

“Rogue!”

Hasta la vista, sucker. “

She turned the horse and started trotting away. He heard his pony’s loud whinny, imagined it struggling futilely against the rogue’s much larger animal, being dragging away. He had to stop her. Say something, he thought. Don’t let her get away.

“Rogue, wait! Wait... There’s more.”

He heard the horse stop.

“More?” she called.

That was it. “Riches… “ he yelled. “Riches, beyond your wildest dreams! You can have it. You can have it all!”

The sound of hoof steps came back toward him again, and then she was looking down at him like before.

“Riches?” she said.

But this time there was no mockery in her face. In its place was an expression of something that he had seen many times before, and knew only too well: greed.

Swaglord knew he had her.

To be continued…

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PostedJun 13, 2007 7:53 am
wow. awsome writing. keep it up, im reading on for sure
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