Island Fortress Battle part one

Island Fortress Battle part one

Our hero Fable was five minutes into the jungle. All was calm and not a creature stirred. He took this opportunity to enjoy the serene beauty of it all. Never before had Fable really got a chance to enjoy his surrounding's. When he first started out his goal was to avenge his family's death. He focused so much on that goal, it consumed his life. After he found out that his sister was alive his goal became even more of that priority. After he slayed Jack of Blades in his human form he went on a binge of evil deeds. For he had failed to save his only mother from him, and his sister had left him alone in the world. These acts of evil were mostly sacrificing people to the Temple of Skorm. After he sacrificed a good amount he got the weapon Skorm's bow, The weapon it self was augmented with lightning and a Sharpening augment. It was the most powerful ranged weapon he had in his arsenal. He had used it so much it replaced his Arken's crossbow. Another legendary weapon he acquired from a chest in Darkwood lake.

While Fable thought about these things he wondered if his newly acquired sword had any special properties. Most of his weapons had an augment or two. Rarely he would acquire a weapon with three augments in them. And for some odd reason he had a Frying pan with five augments. The augments in that questionable weapon were a Health, Mana, Sharpening, Piercing, and his personal favorite for killing Balverines Silver. He never used that weapon much cause his enemies would laugh at him until he killed them with it. It was fun killing people with such a blunt object that was as sharp as any sword. Or able to pierce any armor, but time passes and he grew bored with using such a ridiculous weapon. He still kept it as a precaution he might need it again someday. As he was remembering old times that he used the Frying pan to hit Hobbes with and send them flying into the air a scream rang out through the jungle making him focus on it than the fond memory's of his.

He looked around for the person who enacted the scream but then heard another person yell out run. He ran in the general direction of the yell. After a slight jog an enemy he was too familiar with jumped down barring his path. This enemy was the Balverine. He hated fighting these Balverines, they were fast, agile, and a menace that needed to be extinguished. And he was gonna do just that to this one. Grabbing his weapon from the waist he took a battle ready stance and waited for the Balverine to make the first move. The Balverine growled and charged his opponent. Fable Already had a plan, he would use Assassin's Rush and hack him apart with his sword. He waited for the right moment while the Balverine charged. Fable was calm and collected, he had done this strategy countless time's when facing Balverine's. As the Balverine ran closer and closer he activated his spell, but it didn't work. As he was wondering why his spell didn't work the Balverine tackled him down. It was about to begin tearing him apart with it's claws, but the spell decided to work and Fable was several feet into the air. While in the air Fable quickly turned his body and stabbed the Balverine through the back of his chest. His body fell onto the Balverine, lucky for him he had stabbed the beast through the heart. Getting up he gazed at the now lifeless Balverine before him. Then his mind raced towards why his Assassin Rush spell didn't work. Usually the spell was instantaneous, but this one took a good while to activate. He then remembered what his sister said while he was in the deeper recesses of his mind.

"The world you are about to enter is a dangerous one. Will the source of your power Is nonexistent in this world, and so it will be harder for you to cast such spells that are Will oriented. But on this Road of your mind Chest's like these will help you in this world." He recounted her words exactly to the letter. He gazed at his left hand, he wore the same blue gauntlet he got from skeleton on the beach. Waggling his finger's he felt nothing underneath them. Deciding to take off the blue Gauntlet he stabbed his sword into the ground and took it off. When he was done the same Gauntlet he got from the chest was there. It had the same Dark red Guild seal attachment on it, opening and closing his hand it felt like he wasn't wearing anything on it. Putting his blue gauntlet over the other one he remembered his task at hand.Now that he had solved the mystery of his spell's going haywire he continued heading towards the direction of where the person yelled.

Eventually he entered an area with skeleton bodies everywhere. He knew whoever yelled was running away so the question was in which direction did they go. Looking around he saw nothing for a minute or two, another minute and he saw freshly made footprints. He wondered if the people he heard yelling were alright and whether or not the Balverines were still chasing them or had met a gruesome end.With a path set he started running, after a couple minutes of following the tracks he heard a howl. This confirmed his suspicions that the people Fable was looking for were still being chased. He quickened his pace and was in full sprint, hoping he could save whoever was in trouble. As he kept sprinting a Balverine watched as he ran in the direction of where his brethren went. It saw what it wore and thought it was one of their oppressing master's from long ago. The people that wore that armor tortured and starved his kind, and sent them to die or fight between themselves. This Balverine had a mission to make sure this Oppressor died like the rest, but she would need help.

Jumping from tree to tree the Balverine headed in the direction to warn and find it's brethren. Fable could sense another presence while he was running, he didn't know for sure but he had a hunch. And his hunches were usually correct. As he continued following the footprints he could hear gunfire in the distance. That made him think for only a second about his own gun. Ever since he got it, it felt like a foreign power in his hand. He also kinda didn't know how to function it. Fable knew how to pull the trigger and it would fire, but that was mostly all he knew about it.

"If only I asked Alendia how to make this thing work." He thought. Once he thought that his mind raced back to the rather unfortunate surprise he got from her. He wondered if they escaped that storm and are still alive. He decided to put it out of his mind and refocus on the task at hand.

Meanwhile the Balverine had long passed him and was getting to the clearing to see her brethren trying to reach something through a closed gate. She ran through the clearing passing two of her deceased brothers to tell them an oppressor is alive. She howled to get the attention of his brethren, she then spoke to them in their language that only they could understand.

"Brothers our time to end the oppressor is at hand, he comes this way to reclaim us as slaves or end us. He has already ended one of our brothers we must end him before our fate is sealed." After she spoke her words her brethren all did a battle cry howl and started running past him. She took this moment to see what it was they were after. She saw another dead brother and two females. This brought hope to her for they would be stuck in the fort and she could convert them and make more Balverine brethren. The reason for this hope was that all the female Balverines had long been exterminated with only the males to survive. And leaving her to be the only Alpha Female left.Snorting she put his mind back on the goal and left to rejoin his brothers in what would be a glorious victory.

Our hero was getting nearer and nearer to the jungle's end. He saw however four Balverines headed his way. He stopped a sec and drew out his Skorm's bow. Drawing out an arrow from his quiver he cocked back the string on his bow and aimed at the four enemies headed his way. This was a perfect opportunity for a Multi Arrows spell, but he wondered if it would fail him like the Assassin's Rush did earlier. Well there was only one way to find out. He casted the spell and saw the same white glow that surrounded the whole entire bow every time he cast it. Firing off he saw his arrow head straight towards the enemies. It did fail him for it usually shot a flurry of glowing arrows at his enemies. His arrow managed to hit a Balverine that was in the rear of the group. He staggered and stayed behind to pull the arrow out of his body. The other three were headed straight for him. He put his bow back and drew out the sword from his waist for what was about to be a hard battle. The one Balverine that took out the arrow also joined in. The arrow that was on the ground laid motionless the next second it glowed white and out came fifteen magic arrows that went like heat seeking missiles towards the four Balverines.

Fable was astounded at this near save, sheathing his sword he breathed a sigh of relief. He continued down the path and saw another Balverine. The Balverine seemed to be entranced, maybe it saw his brethren die by the magic arrows. The Balverine gave up hope. She was gonna die by this oppressor that had killed her brother's so easily. She crouched motionless ready for her own swift end. Fable looked at this Balverine curiously, it had obviously given up which was rare for Balverines for they fought to the end. This one was special from the rest of the ones he killed, it was intelligent. Usually the fabled White Balverines were the smart ones, but this one had a mind of it's own. Regardless this Balverine could have killed the people on this island or worse turn them into one of them. He unsheathed his sword brought it up high and swung down to end his life. He stopped himself a mere inch away from his face.

The Balverine stared at her oppressor she waited for her own swift end,but it hesitated. He was probably going make me be a slave again she thought. The oppressor sheathed back his sword and offered her a hand up. The Balverine stared at it questioningly.

"Why is this oppressor showing kindness?" The Balverine thought. It must have all been a ruse to lower her guard. The lone Balverine just snorted and got up of her own accord. She immediately jumped to a nearby tree, her thoughts a maze of confusion. Our hero just stared as the Balverine left him. Focusing on the matter at hand he redoubled his tracking of the trail to find out the fate of the people on this island. He came to a clearing with a fortress in the middle of it. The gates were closed so the people could have taken refuge inside. He saw a nearby ladder that seemed to climb up to the wall. He scaled it closeing in on the top when he heard some more gunfire. He forced himself to climb the last leg of ladder and brought out his Skorm's bow and an arrow.

He didn't know if he could save them in time so he immediately casted his slow time spell. He saw Minions that he never wanted to see again. And they were closing in on two females backed up against a wall. The effects of his Slow time spell started kicking in and he fired at the one Minion warrior that was about to attack the two females. His aim was true, but as the arrow got closer the Slow Time spell seemed to be wearing off rather quickly. He figured this was the effect of this world and the lack of will energy in it. He saw the Minion shatter into pieces as the arrow hit it's target. Once the Minion that fell to his demise the rest of them all stared to where the arrow was fired from. Fable stood there like a badass his cape seemed to flow with the wind. The Minion's cowered before him while others gripped the handle of their weapons even tighter. They knew who he was, for he was infamous amongst their kind. He was the slayer of their master Jack of Blades, he was the slayer of their kind, and he was the hero Fable the Deathbringer.

The moment died when a third of all the Minions started heading his way. He saw one or two head towards the two females and Fable took action. Rowsing up his bow again he fired another arrow at one of the Minions that was advancing on the two girls. The Minion seemed to have a sixth sense for it dodged the arrow and looked up to him. He readied another arrow intent on distracting the other Minion as well, but a white ball was headed in his direction. He knew that this was the Minion mages will projectile. It was devastating when it makes contact, quickly dodging the blast he saw all of the Minion warrior's on the ground were now on the wall with him ready to take him down. This many Minion's would be a problem for he could not rely on his will that very much, and going sword to sword combat with them all would be suicide without backup. He would need to rely on his ranged weapon for even they had difficulty blocking a fast arrow. Another arrow was rowsed from it's quiver and Fable Jumped off the wall while firing an arrow at the horde of Minions on the wall. Landing in what was the inside of the Fort he rowsed up another arrow to fire at the lone Minion mage that was on the opposite wall of the one he jumped off of. Releasing it sailed through the air about to hit it's target, but the mage fired off another Will projectile incinerating the arrow.

Now that he was on the inner side of the fort he thought of a plan. One that he hoped would work. The two Minions started lumbering their way towards our hero ready to attack. He drew out his sword from his hip hoping he wasn't making a mistake with fighting them one on one. The first minion that was closest went for a downward attack. Fable blocked and their blades made a clang. The Minion warrior scraped his double edged blade against our hero's lone sword. Fable used his other weapon in his hand and punched the Minion causing him to stagger. The other Minion went for a sideways swing, Fable just rolled forward avoiding the swing altogether. Once he was clear of the two Minions he ran towards the two females. They both seemed to be awestruck by Fable's moves, he ran to where they were at and faced his back towards them to protect them. He asked

"Are you two alright?" They both nodded their heads and Fable readied another arrow. The Minions started gathering around them all.

Trixie started panicking.

"What are we going to do there are too many of them." Fable turned his head to look at the girls he saw that Daring was reloading her gun. Once he saw the whole reloading process complete he had a general idea on how make his function for him. The Minion's kept getting closer and closer, the three were backed against a wall that was also an exit. Yet they couldn't escape. Fable saw the Minion Mage taunt them on the wall, but he also saw the same Balverine behind him. The Balverine howled and attacked the Minion mage. She was on top of him tearing him apart with her claws. Several Minion warriors saw this and headed for the wall. The Minion Mage broke apart indicating it's death, She howled with ferocity and the Minion warriors were fazed by this. With the barrier between our three hero's gone they bolted to the second level of the fortress. The Female Alpha Balverine roared another vicious howl, a howl that would bring her brethren to battle. A Minion warrior saw that a mass of Balverine's started pouring out of the jungle and were running towards the fort. It called it's brethren to be ready for battle. The female Alpha Balverine battled off two Minion warriors and jumped into the inner fort. It charged through the Minions and followed the three that retreated.

Author's Note

Now you know his full on title name Fable the Deathbringer. I gave my hero that title in the game and I think it suits him well. Though when your in a new world title's mean nothing till you make a name for yourself. And my guy doesn't really like titles. But since I hated being called Chicken chaser I went with a badass title like Reaper or Deathbringer. which are kinda the same thing if you ask me. Also what do you think of the Balverine's.