The Knight of the Frozen Valley [Fanfic] Fanfic 1, Winter's Challenge
Mon, 06/09/2014 - 11:43
Background
Nydelarin Vaniduke:
The main character.
Nydelarin was born in the cold as his mother had sudden labor. It was -20F. Strangely, he has had an affinity for the cold and ice since his birth.
Nydelarin is now 16, and the year is 2763. He was enrolled into the Ventra Knight's School earlier that year. As a squire, times are tough with him. Training day in, day out, and four hours of sleep are painful. On top of that, the higher ranking knights see him as a weakling, a failiure at best. The Nydelarin's parent perished shortly after his birth, and he lived with his Uncle. His family was fairly rich, and were treated well because of his father's previous status as a Vanguard.
Appearance: Green eyes, scraggly brown hair. Tall for his age, moderately strong. Very intelligent. As a knight, his personal color is Viridian. Nydelarin was born on Cradle, and he is white-skinned(No need to include this, but you might be confused).
Extra Notes: Ventra Knight's School is in the province of Jervadean. Nydelarin at his basic state wears proto gear, a Flak Jacket, and a Spiral Crescent helm colored brown and dark red.
Mon, 06/09/2014 - 17:54
#2
A question.
Will other people be able to submit characters for your story?
Tue, 06/10/2014 - 09:12
#3
No.
It's a fanfic, not a RP, so no.
Tue, 06/10/2014 - 12:26
#4
Stretching the question. (However hopeless it may be)
I know that this is a fanfic, but I meant characters that actually had something to do with your story, and characters that we (Obviously)
Didn't control.
Tue, 06/10/2014 - 16:43
#5
you know
Just cuz its an fanfic doesn't mean it can't take applications. See the one by Psychnade a while back? Or 'Heart of Valor' by Valorai.
Tue, 06/10/2014 - 19:10
#6
<.>
Because it's his story, he's entitled to put in whatever he wants. If he doesn't feel like making character apps, don't push him to make some. Learn how to appreciate an author's original content for once...
Tue, 06/10/2014 - 21:08
#7
i guess
No matter what I still will read this interesting sounding fabric.
Wed, 06/11/2014 - 11:53
#8
Chapter 1
OOC: Thanks, Feline-Grenadier.
The horn blared to life in the barracks, instantly waking all of the sleeping knights from deep slumber. The newer knights groaned, but the experienced ones were used to this. "WAKE UP! REPORT TO THE TRAINING GROUNDS IN FOUR!" It screamed. Nydelarin's ears filled with the volume, and he darted up. If a new knight was late, they were punished harshly.
Nydelarin's gear was on his personal rack. He suited himself into his Flak Jacket. The suit recharged felt refreshing. Then he adorned himself with the Crescent Helm. Nydelarin's eyes filled with light as the interface sprang to life. "Welcome, Nydelarin. What will we be doing today?" His AI asked.
"The normal routine, Frost," He replied to the AI. "Now let's get to the training grounds." Another knight stepped in his way, one slightly taller than him. "What're YOU doing, Rookie? Leaving for the grounds without a beating?"
"As a matter of fact, I am, Greger." Nydelarin replied, taking a short thoughtful glance at the Proto Sword lying at his belt. If he used it, he'd be rid of Greger, but if he did........ he didn't want to think about it. Nydelarin took another step forward, but the bully blocked him. "You're going to have to get through ME if you want to be there on time." He said, laughing. Then he stopped laughing as Nydelarin's fist flew into an uppercut and threw him facedown in the dirt. "Do me a favor, stop it." Nydelarin said seriously.
As he arrived at the grounds, a few of the older knights pointed and snickered. Nydelarin didn't have time to try and figure out what this was about, however, because the sergeant, or otherwise an out-of-order Defender, yelled. "Recruits! Veterans! Today our first excercise will be......." The sergeant put his hand into a bowl of ballots and grabbed one. "SWORDFIGHTING!"
"Now, everyone, don't get too excited. Grab your wooden swords, and find an opponent." The sergeant barked. Of course, few were listening. Swordfighting was almost everyone's favorite excercise. Almost. As each knight grabbed a sword from the pedestal, Frost asked Nydelarin a question. "Nydelarin, who will you fight? No-one likes to fight you." Nydelarin knew this was true. He didn't respond, but he knew that the one he would have to fight would be the sergeant. Again.
"Everyone have their opponents?" The sergeant barked, looking around the training grounds carefully. "Nydelarin? No-one again? I suppose I'll have to fight you..." He sighed. He felt quite sorry for the recruit, in fact, because no-one understood him. Nydelarin was everyone's least favorite. But the sergeant viewed him as special. If there was a quest to be had, he would've given it to Nydelarin.
"Everyone, get in your sectors! Draw swords! Bring up your shields! Positions.......BEGIN!"
Thu, 06/12/2014 - 09:32
#9
Chapter 2- Sparring
Loud clacks were heard from across the field, sometimes shouts and screams. Nydelarin didn't, more like couldn't, hear them though. He was too focused onto his own fight. He parried a left strike, and riposted, but was parried. Left, right, back, forth. He was getting awfully..... tired. His arms felt like old logs which were slowly being sawed into. It had already been 20 minutes. "Frost, reboot my energy store." Nydelarin whispered.
Suddenly his suit's energy went off, making the armor heavy and bulky on him. Nydelarin's parrying speed drastically dropped. He took a blow to the side, and was rattled. A bruise was left. Then, in a follow up, the sergeant whacked him in the other side. "Hah!" He laughed, having taken advantage of the battle. "Energy stores rebooted, sir."
Nydelarin sprang to life, forgetting all of his pain. Time to finally win. The sergeant was tired, and slightly weakened. Nydelarin's wooden blade arched overhead at the sergeant. CRACK! It was blocked, but the sergeant's blade was knocked away, landing in the ground behind him. "Pick up your blade," Nydelarin said steadily. But he was mind-blown. The instant the sergeant's blade came to his hand, the blade flashed quickly and hit Nydelarin in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Not..... so..... fast..." He now croaked in pain. Nydelarin slowly made his way to his feet.
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The sergeant was impressed. No-one in his group had fought so well, or withstood this long. "Oh, well," he thought. "Time to finish him off."
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The defender's blade whirled in a circle, darting at Nydelarin, only to be parried. Then a three strike combo hit Nydelarin in the sides, painfully hunching him. "Session over?" The sergeant asked in a serious tone. "Not quite yet," Nydelarin replied, in a pained voice. He stood up, ready for a final stand. "Your defeat is inevitable," he muttered. Then Nydelarin lunged forwards with a stab that was unparried. It didn't do much. Then he swung in an overhead strike. Parried. Then, finally, Nydelarin feinted a left stroke for a right stroke, and whacked the instructor in the leg. The follow up was a devastating four strike combo, with a right-left-right-overhead. In the end, the sergeant lay down in the dirt, defeated. And Nydelarin lay next to him, completely drained of energy.
I like how the knight with the affinity for Ice and cold wears a jacket that's red.
Other than that I like it. Academy stories are cool.