The Proudmoore Chronicles

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I orignally wrote these not to long after Everquest came out and I was into it hardcore. What better place to have my writing ridiculed than a geek site, am I right?

Part 1: A bad night in Kelethin

Clara Proudmoore was born in Felwithe and wanted nothing more than to follow in the footsteps of her mother Cathlyn and her sister Canina. She joined the Cleric’s guild as quickly as she could and like her sister was head of the class.

One night she was out with her mother in Kelethin searching for royal jelly for a class project. Her mother heard a sound and pushed Clara behind her.

Be ready, she said there are Orc’s coming. Clara at this time only knew two spells a very light smite and healing spell. She was very scared but amazed at how calm her mother was.

Two orc pawns’s appeared, Cathlyn quickly rooted one as the other lunged for Clara. Get away from my child! Cathlyn yelled as she struck the orc with her staff.

The rooted orc freed himself and slashed at Cathlyn with his rusty blade. Clara quickly reacted casting a healing spell upon her mother. With just a small jester Cathlyn struck the orc dead with a powerful blast.

The other stunned orc let out a yell and ran. Cathlyn turned to Clara. Run dear more will be coming. The two took off towards home however they were quickly surrounded.

As the two began to fend of wave after wave of orc pawns a legionnaire appeared. Clara’s eyes widened at the massive size of the orc. Cathlyn began to engage the orc, but he was to powerful.

With one swing of his club he knocked her unconscious. Clara cried out. The Legionnaire smiled at Clara. I know the Ambassador will like you. Clara was struck from behind and knocked unconscious.

 

Part 2: Hell is a castle called Crushbone

Clara awakened to the sounds of screaming; she was locked in a large cell and did not know where she was. She looked around franticly for her mother but could not find her.

She’s gone child. An old Dwarf spoke. They took her to him. Let us hope they don’t take you. Clara began to cry. Who? Where am I? Where is my mother?

The old dwarf took a deep breath. You are in hell child; however the Orc’s here call this place Crushbone. This is the stronghold of the orc’s of this land. The castle is ran by Emperor Crush and often visited by Ambassador Divnn of the Dark Elfs.

Clara’s eye’s widened. Dark Elf’s!? Those are the traders to our people, the ones who were cast out. Yes child. The old Dwarf said. They have made a pack with these orc’s to keep an open trade and a watchful eye over kelethin.

And, my mother. She is with him?! Dvinn?!! Yes, said the old dwarf. Dvinn likes to interrogate any Elvin prisoners himself. I do not understand cried Clara. What could my mother know that Dvinn would want?

The old dwarf lowered his head. It is better to not think of what is happening, Come I will teach you to work hard and maybe you won’t have to see him yourself.

No! Cried Clara, I will not stay here I must find my mother. Silence! Yelled an Orc Centurion. You will be quiet while I bring you before the Ambassador.

The old dwarf turned away. Be strong my child. As the orc took Clara away.

 

 

Part 3: A Devil named Dvinn

The large orc centurion dragged Clara to the top of the castle. The orc approached a large red door and knocked on it.

Ambassador! The orc yelled. I have the daughter of the high elf. A deep refined voice bellowed out from the chamber. Send her in you fool and be quick about it.

The orc opened the door and pushed Clara in, then closed and locked the door behind her.

The room was large with a desk, several bookshelves and a bed. Clara saw her mother lying on the bed she looked as if she had been beaten.

Mom! Clara cried out are she rushed towards the bed. Almost out of the shadows a blue hand grabbed her wrist. No child. Leave her be, you need to speak to me first.

The talk slim dark elf flashed an evil grin at Clara. I am Ambassador Dvinn and if you are a good girl you and your mother can live with me in the castle. If not you will both die.

Clara could not take her eyes of her mother. She had never seen her like this. Dvinn called her attention. You high elfs are all the same. You care only about yourselves.

It is because of your kind that I have to spend so much time with these smelly orc’s and not in my homeland. But I guess having visitors the likes of you and your mother can help ease my suffering.

Clara still looking at her mother lying motionless on the bed spoke. What do you want from us? Dvinn laughed. Its simple child your company, that is all. You see your mother was very rude to me and she had to learn the hard way to respect me.

However I am sure you will learn much quicker than she. Dvinn pulled Clara closer to him. Stop! Cathlyn cried out. Release my daughter! Cathlyn summoned all her power and fired a stun blast at Dvinn.

No! She shouldn’t still possess! His words were cut short as the stun blast paralyzed him. Hurry! He will awaken soon we must leave. Said Cathlyn.

The two sneaked there way out of the castle. Mother are you ok? Ask Cathlyn. Yes I am fine. I have been here before when the orc’s were not as organized. Cathlyn continued. I can get us out of here just stay close and.

Stop! A loud voice of an orc came from behind them. For the first time ever Clara saw fear in her mother’s eyes. He still lives! Cathlyn cried out! The orc began a chant and sent a large fireball towards Clara.

Clara! Cathlyn shouted as she pushed Clara out of the way. The fireball struck Cathlyn across her back, she was briefly engulfed in flames then they disappeared as she fell to the floor.

Clara knelt down near her mother. Cathlyn was near death, with her dying breath she told Clara. I led a team here years ago to assonate the Orc Oracle. I believed we killed him however it seams this is not the case.

Go now, speak to Taren Lightmage he will know what to do, tell him of what you have seen here he will find someone to care for you and your sister.

No! Mom I can’t leave you, Clara sobbed. You must Clara. I won’t make it with you. Hurry! Go now! Before they come.

With more orc’s fast approaching Clara had no choice but to run. Here last view before entering kelethin was of several orc’s surrounding her mother.

 

Part 4: An unhappy homecoming

Clara did not have to run far from the gates of Crushbone until she ran into a ranger. Clara! Shouted the wood elf. We have been looking for you. Where is your mother?

Clara still crying answered. She’s dead! They killed her. The wood elf looked surprised. Who did this Clara? A large wolf appeared then transformed into a man.

Clara, Dengar. What has happened? Dengar turned to the wood elf druid. Reebo, Cathlyn has been killed. Reebo became angered. Who did this! Clara spoke. It was the Oracle and Dvinn!

Both wood elves looked at each other in amazement. Reebo spoke. We must get you back to Felwithe as quickly as possible. With but a jester Reebo casted a spell increasing the speed of himself and Dengar.

Dengar lifted Clara over his shoulder and they both ran for Felwithe. As they reached the gates of Felwithe the guards gazed upon Clara. Dengar spoke. We must speak to the security chief.

As they passed thru the gates Taren appeared. Clara! The two wood elves stopped. Reebo spoke. Taren we must speak with the Security chief please take care of Clara.

Taren took Clara to his home and put her in bed. He casted a few healing spells on her then spoke. I know you must be hungry. Taren? Clara spoke. My mother before she died told me to speak to you about the orc oracle.

The door to Taren’s home flew open. Clara! Canina yelled. My god what has happened to you? Clara began to cry. They killed her Canina they killed mom!

Canina knelt down next to Clara and the two embraced each other. Clara told the story of what happened to Canina and Taren. Clara turned to Taren. She said she led a raid to crushbone before, but I though mom only worked within the city?

Taren looked towards a shield that hung on the wall above the bed. Your mother was more than just a cleric; she was also part of town security long ago. We have fought many battles together however that raid was our last.

Please Taren tell us what happened. Canina pleaded. Taren sat at the foot of the bed and began to speak.

 

Part 5: A tale and a plan

Reebo and Dengar entered the hall of warriors and were greeted by Fyre Braveblade. Fyre! Dengar spoke we have found Clara however her mother was killed by the orc oracle.

Fyre had a worried look on his face. I do not know how this is possible he said. He was slain long ago Rondo gave his life defeating him. Reebo turned to Fyre and spoke. I know Rondos name is spoken with honor within these walls however a body was never recovered.

Fyre became upset. The bodies burned in the basement of that foul castle. There must be another answer here. This could be a descendant or some trick of Dvinn’s.

Maybe. Says Dengar. The only way to know is to go back. We must see for ourselves and avenge the death of Cathlyn. Reebo turns to Dengar and this time we finish the job.

Taren looked at the two girls as he began his story. Before either of you were born your mother and I as well as a few others formed a security group with help of the wood elves.

It was simply a way to patrol the forest and keep everyone safe. Most of our run in’s were with Orc hatchet men who were trying to cut down our trees. These were easy to keep in check.

One day we discovered our outposts burned to the ground. We first believed it was the hatchment but soon there were reports of killing on the roads between Kelethin and Felwithe. The bodies were burned to a crisp as well.

We knew something needed to be done. We gathered forces from the wood elves, dwarfs and gnomes and went into crushbone. It was a tough battle and we lost many good people that day.

We reached the castle but the royal family and Dvinn was gone. I still believe they were tipped off because the Orc Oracle was waiting for us with ten of his elite guards.

Fyre and I were badly wounded without your mother we would have died. A brave dwarf named Rondo attacked the Oracle as we took out the guards.

With the guards defeated we went to assist Rondo. He had forced the oracle into the basement of the castle and drove his dagger deep into the back of the orc.

However the orc was able to case a large firespell that engulfed the room in flames. There was nothing we could do so we left and returned home. After that your mother soon married and gave birth to Canina, she had given up her post as a security member to care for you both.

The door to Tarens house flew open, it seams as if the job was not done that day so long ago. Said Reebo. That remains to be seen. Said Fyre. Dengar looks at Taren. It does not matter we will go back to crushbone and this time make sure nothing survives.

 

Part 6: A force to be reckoned with

I am going with you! Canina announced. No child. Taren cried. This is a dangerous mission we cannot lose another Proudmoore. Canina looked towards. Reebo, Dengar and Fyre. I am not a child; I have learned the basic arts of the Cleric. I am old enough to go; I must help avenge my mother death.

Canina! Clara cried out. Please don’t leave me. I can’t lose you as well. Canina looked into Clara’s eyes. I must do this Clara but I swear I will return.

Fyre turned towards Taren. She is right. She has a right to avenge her mother. Gather your forces we will meet outside Crushbone. Fyre, Reebo and Dengar left. Taren opens a chest at the foot of the bed.

Canina glances over at the chest as Taren pulls out a golden suit of armor. This! Taren said. Was your mother’s when she was on the security watch? I will remain here with Clara, go forth and may Tunare protect you.

Canina hugged both Clara and Taren and left.

As Canina walked towards the gates a paladin approached. The dwarvin female smiled at Canina. You look good in that armor just like your mother did. Canina turned to the paladin. You knew my mother? Yes. The paladin said. I was with your mother when we first attacked Crushbone my name is Marry.

Come Canina the forces are already in place the attack is ready to begin. Wait! Taren said. Reaching above the bed he pulls down a large silver shield and mace. These are the tools of the cleric, the mace is used to bring justice and the shield is to protect what’s right.

Thank you Taren. Canina says. I will avenge mom’s death and wear this armor with honor. Come Marry let us go.

Within minuets they arrived at the gates of Crushbone. Frye stepped forward and addressed the crowd. We all know what has happen today. You have your battle plans. Reebo, Dengar, Marry, Canina and I will advance the castle once you draw the guards away.

We will not leave until that castle is set a blaze and every last orc and or dark elf has been slain. With a jester of his hand the group advanced into Crushbone. The battle is ready to begin.

 

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J.A. Laraque is a freelance writer and novelist. His passion for writing mixed with a comedic style and intelligent commentary has brought him success in his various endeavors. Whatever the subject, J.A. has an opinion on it and will present it in writing with an insight and flair that is both refreshing and informative.