En historie

[Lexiboij]

Jeg har skrevet en historie basert på bladestorm the hundred years war og Joakim_B Vi hadde 2 trivelige timer der jeg først startet på en klassisk Lex historie, men etter hvert blir det noe jeg aldri har skrevet før.

Hvorfor jeg skrev på engelsk er det ingen som hvet.

Alle i historien er basert på folk fra spillet. (joakim er en person som er laget av Joakim_B)

Jeg håper da på konstruktiv kritikk siden jeg er en liten sårbar gutt , blir dette bra kommer jeg til skrive en oppfølger.

 

 

A tale from a strange barkeep

This story is dedicated to

Joakim Bye

 

Inspired of

Bladestorm

The hundred years war

 

Written by Aleksander Bye

 

Once upon a time there was a mercenary named Joakim. He fought in the hundred years war.

He won battle after battle and won fame and glory amongst the generals from both English and French forces. He was a most feared fighter when he lead troops with sword and shield.

But one day, he got a contract from an English general. As a mercenary of pride he accepted since he got well paid for it.

 

When Joakim arrived he looked for a troop of sword & shieldmen, but he could not find them so he went to the hunters. They were not very skilled, but had the ability to ambush from behind and they accepted Joakims offer.

They walked for quite a while, but finally, they saw a fort in the distance. But between them and the fort there were military troops. It was the feared French cavalry. They decided to wait for the English archers, and so they did. They waited and waited, but no archers came.

One of the younger boys came back from the forest. He was bleeding from a cut in the stomach and told Joakim that a barbarian troop of axemen were on their way.

Joakim cursed since he had a terrible troop at hand at the moment.

Joakim decided to run away from the barbarians.

 

They ran back to the nearest English fort and hid there until they knew the barbarians had lost the track of them. They marched to Bouvreuil Castle. On the way they met surprisingly few enemies. But when they were at the river near Bouvreuil Castle they were ambushed but assassins. They fought bravely but the assassins had learned fighting techniques in a foreign land far to the east. Joakim managed to run away but was knocked down by someone he couldn’t see.

 

After some hours Joakim waked up with a splitting headache. He could hear a familiar voice laughing. It was a group of men by the campfire. Three were wearing a strange type of clothing, he recognised it as the assassins, but the last one he knew who was at once. It was Magnus. Joakim cursed as usual and got all the attention from the guards.

 

Joakim entered a mental state often called Bladestorm by the warriors of the east.

He knocked the guard out and stole his sword and swung the sword and killed every assassin in the camp. He was about to fight Magnus the traitor when Karen came rushing in with her lady lancers. Karen who was Joakims girlfriend had joined the French forces. Joakim charged out with a beastly roar. He struck Magnus the traitor in the stomach so he could feel the same pain as he did.

 

Karens lady lancers charged without orders from Karen. Karen just stood there, watching while Joakim killed the ladies one after another. When he had finally fought them all away he and Karen stood there in the silence after the battle. Karen threaded lightly of her well armoured horse. She walked a meter or two, but Joakim just stood still. He was shocked by seeing Karen in another color.

 

Joakim had growned up with a girl that stood side by side with him all the time, he had never felt so alone before. He could just not believe it. Karen had turned her back to him! Karen drew her sword from the belt. Joakim firmed his grip on the sword. Lifted the sword and was ready for anything Karen could do.

 

Suddenly some Viking spearmen came running against them, they looked pretty angry and Karen and Joakim stood together back to back once again. The Vikings came closer for every second and when they were almost at range, Karen knew they had no chance again them all.

Karen kissed him. And Joakim kissed passionately.

Just before they both got struck it was nightfall.

 

Karen and Joakim found themselves in a forest, very exhausted.

They were once again a couple.

 

to be continued?