The outsiders: Part I: The "good" race
This is the first part of a 5 part series. Hopefully this piece concludes one thing but keeps something hidden for the future.
Yes I have got inspired from the game and the lore of Warcraft-III ("Reign of Chaos", not the "The Frozen Throne" version; that I am unaware of), the book of Eragon (Just started reading) and the movie of The Lord of the Rings. But I hope I can introduce some originality in terms of ideas.
So here we go,
The outsiders: Part I: The "good" race
We are the keepers of the light.
We are the cultured ones.
We are the propagators of the Right.
We are the only "pure" race that has survived.
We have learnt only the best
We have taught some of the rest
Our own time-proven ways
Of scouting, mining, smithing, feeding, multiplying, protecting our own from all the outsiders.
We dwell on legends, of far off lands,
of striders who saw the black land, and the 6 limbed winged giants with scales,
of the "fair" race, the mythical tall lean pointed ears race,
of Elder Magic of all forms, but all still unfathomable to all.
We don't remember from where and whence our enemies, the orcs, came upon being
But we have fought them with blood ever since we got to know about them.
Over the frigid mountains of Andalaecia, across the luscious fields of Hanor,
Under the hot tunnels of Girith, oh but only to lose our best Paladin clans there.
We are not just warriors, but also the enlightened ones.
For we use our Fletched pens on our scrolls, and our Maces and shields alike.
We are not blood thirsty like those Orcs and Urgals and Ogres,
or those "Outsiders" that everyone talks about yet no one living has seen.
This land rightfully belongs to us,
despite what the lesser knowing mortals claim
For generations we have tilled this fertile valley
and for Eons have our lords reigned this bustling conglomeration.
We shall strive to do whatever it takes, to spread the light, the message,
to win the dark, the unknown, the extraordinary, the rightfully ours
No Son of a black monster is big enough, No Story of a winged giant is scary enough,
No Magical Forest is persuasive enough, to stop us from Wielding our sword
Yes I have got inspired from the game and the lore of Warcraft-III ("Reign of Chaos", not the "The Frozen Throne" version; that I am unaware of), the book of Eragon (Just started reading) and the movie of The Lord of the Rings. But I hope I can introduce some originality in terms of ideas.
So here we go,
The outsiders: Part I: The "good" race
We are the keepers of the light.
We are the cultured ones.
We are the propagators of the Right.
We are the only "pure" race that has survived.
We have learnt only the best
We have taught some of the rest
Our own time-proven ways
Of scouting, mining, smithing, feeding, multiplying, protecting our own from all the outsiders.
We dwell on legends, of far off lands,
of striders who saw the black land, and the 6 limbed winged giants with scales,
of the "fair" race, the mythical tall lean pointed ears race,
of Elder Magic of all forms, but all still unfathomable to all.
We don't remember from where and whence our enemies, the orcs, came upon being
But we have fought them with blood ever since we got to know about them.
Over the frigid mountains of Andalaecia, across the luscious fields of Hanor,
Under the hot tunnels of Girith, oh but only to lose our best Paladin clans there.
We are not just warriors, but also the enlightened ones.
For we use our Fletched pens on our scrolls, and our Maces and shields alike.
We are not blood thirsty like those Orcs and Urgals and Ogres,
or those "Outsiders" that everyone talks about yet no one living has seen.
This land rightfully belongs to us,
despite what the lesser knowing mortals claim
For generations we have tilled this fertile valley
and for Eons have our lords reigned this bustling conglomeration.
We shall strive to do whatever it takes, to spread the light, the message,
to win the dark, the unknown, the extraordinary, the rightfully ours
No Son of a black monster is big enough, No Story of a winged giant is scary enough,
No Magical Forest is persuasive enough, to stop us from Wielding our sword
posted by The Junkie at
2:05 AM
6 Comments:
Wow seems like something we read in scrolls [:D] Sounds like the prelude of the story..and then ...bam the action begins (as in the movies ) [:D]
I see that the story's just begun... [:)] looking forward to seeing the next ones.
too good bhaiya!! the poem is awesome!!
fiction world mein ghus jaao to nikalne ka mann hi nahi hota!!
considering writing books?? iwill be the first one to buy it.
i have not seen lotr nor read eragon nor do i know abt that game...but i could understand what d poem is all about[:)]...n as always u r too creative n too cryptic..i guess u shud start writing for fiction movies in india...they dont have good writers u know[:D]
heyy as always....gud job...well written...keep writin...n I like Prachi's movie idea...u shud write one now :)
there were nvr any boundaries to restrict ur thinking and there are no contours to limit u innovation...And I pray that there shall be no hindrance in whatever plans u have laid down for the future...
Nicely written buddy...Though I stand in the island same as Prachi in terms of knowledge required, I can still comprehend and I think thts wht the quality of gud writer is...Grow...Go...N...Grab ur dreamz
@kartik
I am looking forward to read your creation too. I hope you share it soon.
@chitra
Thanks but first find someone who will publish such a vague "booklet" :)
@prachi and radhika
I will write as soon as they start thinking about making fantasy fiction movies. It's no wonder that Harry Potter sold so many copies in India, and was translated into indigenous languages. There is a huge potential in Bollywood, maybe with ur marketting skills they will make it big!!
@manish
Amen :D Your comment really inspired me :) Thanks a ton!!
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