Nyrka the Ranger Knight

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Chapter 8

It was a dark and stormy night, and all who were sane walled up in their cozy
homes. Two men on horseback were traveling on the one civilized road,
trudging through the mud in almost complete silence. One man was dressed in
all white, and hidden below his clothes were some wands and a brilliant mace,
yet sported no armor. The other carried a gleaming longsword, and a shield
emblazed with the symbol of a phoenix carried on his back. Both seemed very
troubled and kept a hurried pace. The men stopped suddenly, for they saw a
horrific sight.A mutilated body of a once noble elf was nailed to a wooden
post. Both dismounted their steeds in a heartbeat, and with fluid, even
steps, made way towards the fallen. Keeping a firm hand on their weapons,
both were at the ready as they tended to one of the High Born.

"By the godswhat happened to our captain?" the white cloaked man whispered,
apparently appalled at the sight. The head of the mutilated body moved
upwards slightly at the uttered words.

"Oh, Numair and Ithiren, my best Marans. I must be brief for my time here is
short" the elf gasped as life slowly seeped from his broken body,

The wielder of the sword stepped forward. "Allow me to heal your wounds. I
cannot watch you die when I can stop it."

"Ah, Ithiren, the wounds are more than they appear. Do not try to delay the
inevitable. There is no hope for me save one. So let me quickly say what
needs to be said, we have little time," the elf whispered as the grievous
wounds begin to bleed deep black.

"Well, tell us what needs to be done," Ithiren said.

"The Imperials are on the move.I tried to stop their foul deeds but, as you
can see, I am but one and was overwhelmed. I know that the felar settlement
of Tue Rien will be destroyed, perhaps it has been razed and all were lost."

"What do these Imperials want from the felar?" the white cloaked man asked.
"They pose no threat to them."

"Ah, you would be right, but we all know how the Empire operates. The felar
in the settlement refuse to pay their taxes and are trying to rebel against
the Imperials. The Empire plans to make an example of them for all to see"
the dying elf answered.

"But the felar would be slaughtered!" the sword wielder exclaimed in anger,

"They will be, they will be, unless you and Numair get there in time. The two
of you are my strongest" The elf starts to convulse and coughs violently,
blood dripping out of the edges of his lips. "My time is gone, you must not
fail. May Shokai grant you his prayers.." The elf trembles slightly and
eyes roll back as his death rattle sounds the ending of his life. Ithiren
closes his eyes and touches the slain elf's forehead, while muttering a
blessing.

"Ithiren, we have a job to do!" The white cloaked man says, pulling Ithiren
away from the lifeless body of their captain. "Let's go..."

The two men remount horses, pulling their cloaks back over their bodies and
rode into the night.

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Chapter 7

A stout duergar stepped into the felar settlement, while a large army amassed
behind him. The army consisted of every dark creature known: dark elves,
fire giants, duergars, even hired orcs from the Grinning Skull.The Felar
villagers kept a watchful eye upon the army and the duergar, apparently
prepared for a battle for their lives.

"Ah, setle'men of Tue Rien, ye haf refused to pay yar taxes. I gi'e ye a
fair warnin. Pay double what yer pay taxes, or ye suffer de cons e' quinces
and die by meh army," the duergar yelled in a loud, bellowing voice.

There was silence among the Felar at first, then one brave Felar took a step
forward. "Mrrww think we bow to yourrr emperrrorrr's rrrrule in
enslavement mrr? We would rrrratherrr die as frrrree Felarrr mrrww. than as
small kittens. Frrrreedom forrrr us and death forrr you. Mrrrww." The felar
stated defiantly.

The duergar sneered and said, "Sos beh it, kil dem all!" The Imperial army
then positioned itself for methodical murder, but the Felar were ready for
the initial attack. Two felar thieves emerge from the shadows, backstabbing
the duergar and paid for their failed attack with their lives. All of those
in the settlement, even children and women, were ready to fight, but they
were vastly outnumbered. The massive army of the Imperials continued to
march forward, leaving naught but destruction in their wake.) Every swing of
a battleaxe meant certain death for a Felar, and every dead Felar was one
less to deal with. The last of the felar, twenty in total, were pressed into
the back of the settlement, pinned to a wall, surrounded by the might of the
Imperial Army. The duergar, still standing despite his wounds, took a step
forward towards the last of the free felar. Bodies of fallen felar littered
the earth, and the salty metal taste of blood hung thick in the air.

"So, do ye surr'nduh to de might of de Imperial Army, or de ye still wantin
ter hold dis foolishness in yer 'earts?" the cruel duergar asked with a
sardonic sneer on his face.

"MmrrrwwFighting for frrrreedom neverrr foolish!" the original male felar
said, hissing and spitting in anger. "We still stand to fight mrrrww!"

"Foolishness dis beh!" The duergar then lifted his axe and all of the sudden
a flash of supernatural light surrounded the duergar. His face began to
contort in agony and he falls to the ground, dead. Behind him, two men
stood, one was dressed in white and the other held a shield emblazoned with
the symbol of a phoenix.

"Ah, Numair, we were too slow I fear.." one man said to the other.

"Not all is lost, friend, let's finish our job so our captain may rest well."
white cloaked man pointed to the Imperial Army. The other nodded
slowly.

"Let's do it." The two split in opposite directions. One raised his hands,
glowing red with heat and began to fling rings of flame(keeping caution of
the nearby felar, of course) and uttered words of power. His
brother-in-arms, effortlessly swung his sword with lightning quickness and
utilized the razor edge of his shield to slice with quick jabs.The white
cloaked man muttered a few words, and quicksand appeared under the Imperial
Army. Screams of fear from the Imperial rung out, each soldier scrambling
for the clear,but the spell caster nodded slowly, and the

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Chapter 6

Centuries ago, the battle for freedom began. Although the felar fought
bravely and fiercely, the battle was soon to be lost against the mages.How
can a felar survive the might of an invoker or foul conjurations? The mages
were wise, indeed, to give their once familiars a fear of water and fire.
The enemy was sure of its victory over the poorly led felar. It was within
this hopelessness of the felar that greatness arose.

Ten felar families arranged a meeting to create an alliance between these
most prominent families. Each family chose their strongest, best felar (or
fela) to attend this gathering.These ten felar, Schlade, Khalderen,
Seregon, Felagund, Nolatari, Miriel, Sirfalas, Aldarion, Eledhwen, and
Cuthalion, became the ten great generals, and through them great
accomplishments were achieved. Because of their ferocity and battle prowess,
battles were won, and eventually the might of the great mage army was
decimated. The mages surrendered and gave the felar their well deserved
freedom.

After the war, each general separated and went out on their own and came to
represent the ideals of felar society. Of course all mistrusted the use of
magic, but each had their own beliefs and way of life. A few became great
generals of the battleragers and sought to destroy mages wherever they
treaded. Others became destroyers of civilizations. No matter what they
represented or believed, all of the ten generals were the felar ideal and
their descendants were expected to follow in their footsteps and achieve just
as great things.

But the general bearing the name Schlade was argued to be the best of the ten
great generals.Ironically enough, this general was a female. She was said
to be the perfect blend of strength, beauty, and intelligence. She was
elected to be the leader of the felar army, and all other generals took
orders from her. It was because of her intelligence and skill in bringing
about quick death that the felar won the war. After the destruction of the
mage army, she set out and founded the felar villa, Tue Rien and sought to
destroy oppression that grand cities and magic bring about(or so she
thought). Her descendants bore the mark of the free, blazing sun(in the form
of bright orange spots of fur) and were to be the leaders of the villa for
many future generations.

All related to Schlade were expected to train years in the art of war and
exercise their minds in every way possible. Magic and cities were to be
shunned for they are a threat to the freedom of the felar. Bravery,
strength, quickness of mind were all expected qualities of her descendants.
It was said that those of the Schlade were one of the blade, always fighting
until their very last breath and dying day. It is centuries later when a
rather intelligent fela, even for one of the Schlade family, was born. The
future of this promising young fela is unknown, but perhaps she will bring
freedom to all that are oppressed. Time will only tell.

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Chapter 5

I, Nyrka, am one of the Schlade family, born almost 18 years ago in the
village of Tue Rien. Like all my ancestors before me, I, too, bear the mark
of the blazing sun. My father, Azseru, and my mother, Nylra, was the felar
ideal, as what was expected. They gave life to two kittens, my brother,
Shurrik, and I.My brother, being the oldest, was expected to set a good
example for the young, rebellious fela name Nyrka. As all good Schlade do,
he trained to be a strong and fierce warrior ever since he was able to hold a
blade. Years I had to live in his shadow, being told that I would never
match his battle prowess. At the beginning, I accepted that fact. I am a
fela, I do not have to be a fierce warrior. But later, after my twelfth
winter, things changed for the worse.

My brother has always been stern and quiet, but something different arose
within him as the years went by. I knew not what was occurring at first, bit
it made me uncomfortable and suspicious. After the start of the war with the
Imperials, my brother left home for extended lengths of time, never telling
anyone what he was up to. At times I would take a peek at what was in his
room. Books, I found. Books of magic! I, unlike many felar, do not hate
magic. I know that in the wrong hands, it can cause terrible events, but it
is always useful to know how to use magic. All that needs to be taken
account of is the corruption it can lead to. One must be strong to fight the
pervasion and corruption magic creates. Mistakenly, I believed my brother
strong enough to handle the magic. In fact, I helped him hide the fact that
he was studying magic from our parents. Perhaps he can prove the usefulness
of the magic. I can never be more wrong in my life.

Even though my brother never told me where he was going, I trusted him.At
least, I did, until he started fights within the villa with his temper.
After the incident in which a young felar was beaten to near death by my
brother(he was spared because I intervened), I knew I had to take real
action.I knew that every week Shurrik walked in the forest on his own. I
presumed that he was meeting someone. Exploring and living in the woods came
naturally to myself, so I trained to become a ranger. I knew with this
training, I can follow my brother undetected. Months went by and my
thirteenth winter passed. I finally decided to follow my brother. At the
dead of the night, he left and I proceeded to follow him into the dark
forest.Miles he traveled, and I in his shadows. Finally, he came to a
clearing and stopped. Not a moment later, a tall figure in a dark cloak
appeared.

"Well met, Shurrik." The dark figure's voice was one of a snake. "I have
heard of your accomplishments, but there is much to be done."

"Yessss, Rrrrrobilarrr, of courrrrssse-" my brother started.

"What did I tell you about calling me that? Show some respect to your
superiors."

"Sorrrry, masssterrr, mrrrw." He fell to the ground. "What isss it do you
wisssh forrr me to do, mrrrrw?"

Master? One of the Schlade bowing down to another? I knew that there was
deception or bribery in play, but how?

"Listen to my plan." The dark figure whispered something to my brother. My
brother went wide-eyed.

"Mrrrw, but that, I cannot do. It'ssss my family, my life,

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Chapter 4

I waited, hidden, at the felar villa for the Imperial Army. We knew that we
were to be crushed, but freedom was worth that cost. The Schlade would never
stand to be enslaved willingly.So we waited for the impeding doom, the
inevitable death. Freedom we fought for, just as our ancestors did. We
cannot shame their sacrifices. We cannot willingly subjugate ourselves to
their rule. Years had past since the revolt began, and we knew that this was
our last stance. Kill or be killed, or worse, enslaved. Naturally my father
took command. Thieves and rangers were to be hidden. He then ordered me to
go forward and watch the Imperial Army and report back to him. I did as I
was told.

The Imperial Army was five miles north of our villa, having a good time with
their ale. They were sure of their victory that they did not even attempt to
prepare. Duergars, dark elves, arials, humans, even half breed monstrosities
created the foul army. We were outnumbered ten to one.It will be
slaughter, but better to die a free felar than live as a slave. Then, at
the corner of my eye, I saw a felar walking with a tall dark elf. Bright
orange spots of fur covered him. It was one of the Schlade. But instead of
the white fur this felar once had, there was exposed pink skin.His build
was much more muscular than a normal felar. How can one of the Schlade be
walking so freely in this encampment? Memory came to me. A horrifying
thought came to me. Can this be my once forgotten brother? The similarities
were rather striking. But it can not be, can it? I had to investigate
further. I followed the dark elf and the felar to the edge of the
encampment. The two began to talk.

"Shurrik, I must leave you here for the time being. Our army will be moving
shortly, but for now, patrol this area." The drow said.

"Yessss, massssterrr" Shurrik answered.

"Good. Kill all intruders." The dark elf turned around and walked off,
leaving the felar by himself. It was my brother, yet it was not. My
brother, a Schlade, had succumb to magic, enslaved to a dark elf mage. A
betrayer, he was to fight against his own family. This can not be true.
There has to be some conscious under that harden disposition. I debated with
myself, not sure of what I should do. Perhaps reason will speak to him. I
decided to risk the ultimate betrayal. I stepped out from my cover.

"Brrrotherrr, it isss yourrrr ssssisssterrr, mrrrw!" I cried. He turned
around.His yellow eyes glared at me, unblinking. "Do you not rrrrremmberrr
me, mrrrw?" Still, the eyes did not blink. Instead, a soft growl was heard.
"Ssssshurrrik?"

"You arrre an intrrrruderrr, mrrrw!" The savage cat hissed. He clutched his
sword and charged straight at me. I did the only thing I could do: dodge.
He ran straight past me and almost tripped. He turned to face me.

"Sssshurrrrik, rrrremberrrr yourrrrssself!" But the fallen felar would not
listen.He turned around, but this time fury emanated from his body. This
creature was not used to missing his prey.

"You have intrrruded. You mussst die, mrrw!" Shurrik hissed as I backed away.

"Brrrotherrr, do not do thisss, mrrrw! You can come back. Fight with yourrr
people, mrrrw!" He stepped forward with anger flowing through his veins. It
was useless. Nothing I

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Chapter 3

I will keep this relatively brief for I do not have much time in this world.
Life is short. After the Marans saved me from certain death, I decided to
travel with them for a year or two. I was allowed to leave whenever I
wanted, but I decided to stay with them for I was in their debt. While I was
with them, they taught me almost everything they knew. They taught me of the
Maran philosophy and of the great god, Shokai. I was quite surprised to know
of the Maran way of life, for I have been living it out my entire life.Well
it is suffice to say that we traveled the world, corrected wrongs and helped
any of the light and of the grey that we could.This was my calling. I have
decided to emulate my life after the great arial, Shokai. After the time
with the Marans, I decided to go out on my own to protect those worth
protecting and destroying the shadow. Of course, redemption will be offered,
but any who refuse will be killed, for they are a threat to the lives of many
innocent. I now live my life out as a maran, and I will always be in search
of the Skyborn's shrine. That is all I need to say for now.

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Chapter 2

Nyrka, the young fela, was running towards that odd noise that only she
seemed to hear.She had left the two marans behind at the campsite.
Foolishness she knew, but still she went on. The noise sounded like a voice
whispering words, but she could not make what it was saying. As she grew
closer and closer to the source she began to recognize the voice: it was of
her brother's! How can this be? Wasn't her brother dead? This was a
curiosity. She must figure what it was. As she was running, the forest
began to change. The trees grew taller, closer and instead of the natural
colors that usually appear on trees, dark, twisted colors appeared. The
young fela slowed down, unsure of her new surroundings.She looked around to
see if there was any immediate danger around. The fela unsheathed her simple
sword, but still she moved towards the voice. It is now obvious what the
voice was saying.

"Nyrrrrka, Nyrrrka" it repeated. Nyrka continued forward until she came to
a burned swath of forest. Someone, or something, took its time to destroy
this section of the woods.

"Grrreat Lorrrd Sssshokai!" The fela cursed. She surveyed the area to see if
she can find the culprit. No luck, at first. Then a breaking of a twig was
heard behind her. She turned around to only see her brother. Her brother!
"Sssshurrrik, I thought you werrrre dead, mrrrw."

"I wasss. You did a good job at keeping me dead, mrrrw. I wasss
rrresssurrrected by the godssss."

"Why would they do ssssuch a thing, mrrrw?"

"To give me a ssssecond chance, to rrredeem mysssself, mrrrw."

"That issss a noble rrreassson, mrrrw." The fela began to step forward and
then something came to her mind. "Who dessstrrroyed thisss parrrt of the
forrressst?"

"How would I know, mrrrw?"

"We need to figurrrre out who did then, mrrrw."

"Thisss forrressst issss alrrready dessstrrroyed. Who carrrresss?"

The fela was stunned and then stopped in her tracks. "Therrre issss
sssomething differrrent about you." She just noticed that his eyes were red
instead of the usual green.

"Therrre issss nothing differrrent about me, except, perrrrhapsss my
beliefssss."

"No therrre is ssssomething wrrrong." The face of her brother began to
contort. His body trembled and its shape changed. A black cloaked figure
appeared in its place. "So you are more observant than I thought." The fela
stepped back from this abomination. "You have been a sneaky, annoying cat.
You killed my last cat."

"Darrrk mage, I did what I had to do, mrrrw."

"Silence, cat."The figure strided towards the fela. His skeleton like
hands grabbed the fela's neck and lifted her up. She struggled and tried to
claw at him, but he was impervious to her blows. "Cat, I spent years with
your brother and you destroyed my work. I could kill you for your crimes,
but I have other uses for you."The fela tried to speak, but the figure
tightened his hold, so the only sound from Nyrka was a gasping noise. "Find
it hard to speak with my grip, no?" No answer. The figure threw the fela to
the ground. "Now, cat, we deal."

"Why would I want to deal with you, mrrrw?"

"It's not a matter of wanting. You have to do what I demand of you."

"And what if I rrrrefussse, mrrrw?"

"I will force you, cat.Do not doubt my power."

"You canno

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Chapter 1

"Nyrka wake up. It's fine, please get up." And yet, I was unable to escape
the shadow. I could not move or force myself up. Am I dead? Is there truly
only blackness after death? Ah, not just blackness. There are dots, colored
dots. What are they? Stars? I must be dead and this was my last rites. If
I cannot wake myself, it must be true. I am weak. Weaker than my brother.
How could I not fight him? I defeated him battle, but I could not defeat the
lich and him in willpower. Pathetic, I had attacked the Marans that saved my
life! No, it was not me. It was my brother, but I was unable to stop him. I
tried to convince him that freedom was better than slavery. He called me a
liar and then crushed my mind. A shame. It is a mercy that I am dead now.
At least I do not have to deal with the shame of betraying my friends. I am
not Schlade, my brother and I have much in common afterall. "Yesss, Nyrrrka,
you underrrssstand now, mrrrw." What was that? It was my brother! "Now you
can join me in death. Forrreverrr, we can do what we want, mrrrw?" I could,
yes, but my wants would be different from yours, betrayer. "We arre now the
sssame.You betrrrayed yourrr frrriendsss jussst asss I betrrrayed ourrrr
fatherrr." Hmm, perhaps you are right. "Yesss, mrrrw."No that isn't right.
iss that ssso?" You controlled me. "Ssso? You failed them asss I
failed ourrr fatherrr."You forced me, Shurrik! Against my will! "Yesss,
you were weak, mrrrw. I wasss ssstrrrong. Fight with me. I will sssshow
you the rrrroad to powerrr!" Dark mage lackey!You are just as weak as I
am. "I did what I wanted, mrrrw!" You fool, you lied.You are trying to
hide the fact that you are weak. There was nothing for a period of time. I
had thought he fled from me. "And you arrre not weak?"Go to hell! "I have
been therrre. It isss quite a lovely place, mrrrw." Well, at least leave me
alone! I won't listen to you. "No?" No! "You will underrrssstand, mrrrw,
when you rrreach the land of the dead." Dead? "You arrre dying, arrre you
not, mrrrw?" I am and I deserve this death. "Yesss."I said nothing just
let myself go into oblivion. I will die for my crime. It is hard to tell
how long I was in the shadow. An hour? A day? A week? A month? A year?
Time was irrelevant. Then a sudden jolt ran through my veins. I was jolted
awake. Brilliant light entered my eyes and I raised my arm to shield them.
What is this sorcery? I was supposed to be dead!

"Nyrka.Are you fine?"I turned around and saw a white figure. It was
Numair!

"I sssupposse ssso." I fell silent. What was I supposed to say to the man I
tried to kill?

"Nyrka, I understand what happened. You are not yourself. You do not have
to worry about anything." The Maran placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I wasssweak, mrrrw. I am sssorrry that I failed you."

"Nyrka, there are few that can withstand a lich and survive. You are much
stronger than most. All is forgiven.

"Idon't know what to sssay, mrrrw."

"Then don't say anything. Come. I need to show you something."I followed
Numair out of the room.

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