Tamlin, Archdruid

This topic is reserved for only my stories. You are however welcome to comment. Here is a story about me and how I came into being, as well as a character sheet. More will be written later on.

Spoiler:

24 Zarranath, p. 4823 2nd Age

It was a battle. A huge battle. Pretty much the same as all the other battles that had happened in the 1st Kativan wars. But it was different in a slight way. The Good guys were losing.

A brave few stood and fought the oncoming hordes of Goblins and Orcs. They could only fight a little longer. Frenyr wiped some sweat off his brow as he impaled an oncoming goblin. "Cursed creatures!", said Temanis as he sliced his way through an orc.

Frenyr, Temanis, Syra and Lucius were the only humans left on the battlefield. What drove them was not their hate for the enemy, nor their love for their country, but a service to God.

A wyvern came into view. This was bad news. Wyverns were known to kill with a single slash, but were generally in preference of letting their victims suffer. Then a distracted Lucius was killed by a slightly less distracted orc. The four became three. With the death of Temanis, it became only two. The Kativans numbered in thousands.

With this knowledge, Frenyr and Syra did what they thought was appropriate, they prayed. They prayed to the Almighty One and promised him service for eternity in exchange for Victory.

And lo did the Earth shake and fissures formed. Out of one emerged a man. A young, silver haired youth wearing some green clothing. He looked reluctant, but eventually waved to the shocked heroes, and the equally shocked Kativans. He slowly walked towards them, like a nervous and shy teenager would approach a good looking girl. Once he got close enough he said, "Hello, um...why am I here?"

Syra and Frenyr stared at eachother in disbelief. They had just traded eternity...for this? "Um excuse me," said the youth, "I must be really stoned, could you help me get back to my inn?" No reply. "Um...you seem to have a problem, would you like me to help?"

The heroes nodded, unable to speak. The Kativans seemed very scared for some unkown reason. "Um...here goes nothing." And with that the Youth sneezed. It wasn't even an impressive sneeze. It was a girly sneeze. But it did the trick.

Storms raged and the ground opened up and swalloed the Kativans. The ground the healed immediately, leaving only a single fissure. Then trees, grasses, plants, mushrooms and animals slowly appeard, as if from nowhere. It was pretty cool. "What is your name?" said Syra, almost giddy with surprise and shock. "I am Tamlin, and I think I've been sent to save Nature or something like that..."

Can we decide on a specific number of passings in an age, wasn't it 1000?

I believe it is as follows:

1st Age: Billions of Passings
2nd Age: 700M Passings
3rd Age: 10 000 Passings
4th Age: Currently 495 (goes up to 10 000)

New wip theme , but Ok. It's easier if it's thousands not tens of thousands
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Yeah, but 1000 Passings is a Millenium. Every 10 000 Passings is truly special.

Ok, just a bit of advise, you don't need to say "the only men(and women)" you can say "the only people" or "the last humans on the battlefield. And it's swallowed not swalloed

I typed in a hurry and in the dark...

Um, so you edit the post?

Great. Simply Great.

There I was, minding my own business when, from out of nowhere, came ninjas. I hate ninjas. Ninjas really know how to spoil a party. The chase lasted maybe three seconds at the most. It's not hard to catch an ageing druid in his thousands.

“Where are you taking me?” I said in a sarcastic tone. They always try this. Every couple of decades somebody tries to kill me. Come to think of it, this attack was about seven years overdue.

“Ahem!” I began, “Do you know who I am? I am your worst nightmare! Now let me out and I'll show you why they call me THE DESTROYER!!!” I was really joking of course, nobody calls me the destroyer, but I was playing around with ideas. The last assassination attempt, I acted all scared and terrified. The ninjas looked at me like...well..I'm not sure, you can't see their face, but I imagine he was pretty scared.

They had taken me to some sort of bunker. By the stonework and the interesting mosses that grew in the walls, I figured out I was in Zenothar, about a zillion miles away from where I was supposed to be. The clock struck four. Four? FOUR!!! Now I was mad!! I was missing poker night with Fernando and High Councellor Matthew!

I pulled at the chains that held me in my chair, they melted like butter melts when it goes into a blast furnace. I shouted my battle cry and flung an impressive battleaxe which materialised in my hand mere seconds ago at the ninja. It killed him, as battleaxes generally do. I had distracted the other ninja and I rushed him. He skillfully avoided me and I ran straight past him into the intricate and rather painful masonry. I turned around and drew my lightsabre just in time to avoid the blow from his. We battled and epic battle and fought the epic fight. None of us gave up, none of us surrendered. When our lightsabres ran out of battery, we used brooms. When they were broken, we fought with our fists. I threw a blow into his face. I flung him into the floor and lunged at him. This was all rather exiting, the last assassins didn't even try. This guy was really fighting. I punched him in the spine, he seemed defeated.

I turned away and started to walk out of the bunker. A blunt object collided with my skull. Like I say, I really hate ninjas.

Tamlin wrote:

Great. Simply Great.
ageing druid in his thousands.

Loving your English...

What's wrong?

Ageing is a word...
Great. Simply Great. is a phrase?

It's supposed to be "Great, Simply Great" or "Great. Simply, Great" or "hello Im a nub", or even Wtzwtzwtzwtzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (lol my iPad spell check wrote that from dxemsjsb).

And btw. I didn't say it was wrong I just said I loved it

Oh and "which materialised in my hand mere seconds ago" looks better as "which had materialised in my hand mere seconds ago"

"Ageing Druid in his thousands" sounds like there were thousands of Ageing Druids, I kinda left that part out of my post, so the post was pointless.

I suppose I could use the Pluperfect tense in the future.