Daird
Warlord
Alright, so I opened my mouth on Luckymoose's writing thread and told you I'd post a prologue to my fantasy novel. Here you go. I'd appreciate any feedback you're willing to give, and don't be afraid to be brutal. I've never done anything this public, so I don't really know if I've got skill or not.
So, what do you think?
Spoiler :
"You're no match for me, Vittora! I can outfight and outspell you. Honestly, I don't even know why you bothered."
I stiffened, trying to determine where the taunt came from. A windstorm shook the leaves throughout the oak grove, making listening all the more difficult. It's a lot tougher to hide from sight than it is from sound, though, and I caught a flash of a white cape to my right. I grasped my longsword and prepared to take the inevitable charge.
She hit me like a hammer, there's no other way to describe it. I blocked the first slash, and stepped back to try to recover. My opponent raised her right hand, and cast a binding spell. It was sloppily done, and I was able to dispel it quite easily. She scowled, and it was back to slash-and-parry.
After several tense minutes, I thought I saw an opening. She had difficulty guarding her right shoulder, so I pressed that weakness. The third thrust, I would have sworn by the stars that it had found its mark, but she spun away from it. Overextended, there was nothing I could do as she lightly touched her blade to my throat.
"Dead. Or at least you would be, were this not a training ground. I believe you owe me three silver pieces."
Another defeat at the hands of Armelia Tarrescu. I sighed. She could fairly claim to have won a small fortune at my expense during our three years at Crystal Hall, were she not already heiress to an extraordinarily large fortune. Me, I was but the daughter of innkeepers. Still, I was but two months away from becoming a Sentinel, and there was nothing more I desired in all Tarentaria.
I stiffened, trying to determine where the taunt came from. A windstorm shook the leaves throughout the oak grove, making listening all the more difficult. It's a lot tougher to hide from sight than it is from sound, though, and I caught a flash of a white cape to my right. I grasped my longsword and prepared to take the inevitable charge.
She hit me like a hammer, there's no other way to describe it. I blocked the first slash, and stepped back to try to recover. My opponent raised her right hand, and cast a binding spell. It was sloppily done, and I was able to dispel it quite easily. She scowled, and it was back to slash-and-parry.
After several tense minutes, I thought I saw an opening. She had difficulty guarding her right shoulder, so I pressed that weakness. The third thrust, I would have sworn by the stars that it had found its mark, but she spun away from it. Overextended, there was nothing I could do as she lightly touched her blade to my throat.
"Dead. Or at least you would be, were this not a training ground. I believe you owe me three silver pieces."
Another defeat at the hands of Armelia Tarrescu. I sighed. She could fairly claim to have won a small fortune at my expense during our three years at Crystal Hall, were she not already heiress to an extraordinarily large fortune. Me, I was but the daughter of innkeepers. Still, I was but two months away from becoming a Sentinel, and there was nothing more I desired in all Tarentaria.
So, what do you think?