The Story Of Mazuk Options

[Mazuk]

Ok. I threw this together the other night. Have more to add to it but have to think on it. The first Chapter.

Chapter 1: The Story of Mazuk

Starting as a child, I was raised by my mother and father in a hut on the out skirts of Bolmora. I am not sure of his profession as he did not talk about it that much. I toke it from the teaching and training that I received from him that he was a fighter. He would leave and be gone for long periods of time before he would return. My mother would just tell me that he is out on quests and that is all I knew.

At the age of 10 my father started training me to fight using a sword. When he was home he would spend many hours teaching me different techniques to be used in combat. He thought me different ways to attack by using the thrust and the slashing method, and also different ways to counter those attacks. Due to him being gone so much he wanted me to be able to protect my mom. While he was gone I would practice and build my strength and speed.

A few years have passed and I am 15 now, been keeping up with my training and getting knowledge from my father from time to time when he is home. Each time my father comes home he gives me more knowledge of using the sword and teaching me new things along with teaching me skills. He hands me a package and tells me to open it. The package is long and narrow. I start to open the package and notice a green glow coming from it. I get the paper off of it to find a ebony long blade with a beveled grove from right above the hand to about three inches from the tip of the blade, on both sides with a green color in the grove making it glow green. The sword was one of the nicest swords I had ever seen. After pondering awhile I finally came up with the name “The Eye of the Wolf” why I am not sure, but that is the name of my sword. I practiced with the sword for hours and hours until I could use it rather well. The blade was longer than I was use to so had to get the feel of it.

My father has been gone for almost a year now and has not returned. I wonder what had happened to him and rather I should go looking for him. I had to think hard on the fact because then that would be leaving my mother by herself, and I couldn’t do that because I promised my father I would protect her. So I just practice more and read books to gain more knowledge and intelligence. I went into the hut that night to get some sleep, laying down on the bedroll reading one of the books I had and dosed off. I was awoken by some noises coming from outside and the screams I heard from my mom. I got up and grabbed my sword and ran outside to find five orcs standing there. Two of them where facing my mom, and the other three seen me come out. Those three drew there swords and starting coming towards me. They are all wearing orcish armor and alls I have is light armor. I figure that I will have to try and use my speed and agility to out maneuver them.

Watching them move closer to me I know I have to think my attacks wisely. The orcs attack and I move swiftly out of the way. I then thrust at the closest orc to me and hit him in the left arm. I look to the left to see another orc slash at me. I get my sword to the defense in time to deflect his mighty blow knocking me to the ground and cutting my arm. I then realize that they have more strength than me and I must use speed and agility if I am to defeat them. I then thrust in to attack one of them and get grazed by another in the side. My thrust was blocked, but I managed to get turned around in the direction that I got hit from quickly slashing at him and caught him in the neck cutting main veins. Blood spewing out of his neck he hit the ground like a ton of bricks. I then turn to back up and look at the remaining two orcs. I see them charging at me, with my adrenaline running through my veins I block the first attack then slash at the other orc. Our sword cling together, I know he has more strength then me so I quickly counter the stale mate by moving around him. Then I push my sword through his back. At this time I see the other orc coming at me with his blade over his head. I quickly move as his sword thuds the ground and slash at him taking his head off. Watching his head hit the ground with blood spiting everywhere. I look over to where my mom was with the last two. I see my mom lying in front of them, so I charge at them. One of them hits me in the side of the head and I go crashing to the ground.

I come around hours later to find them gone and my mom lying there mangled. I crawl to her realizing I have failed at protecting her. I slowly make it to my feet and make my way back into the hut. I am too weak to go anywhere from all my wounds and a lot of blood lose. I was grateful to see our friend the healer show up. I could barely make him out as he walks in looking at me I drifted away. As I awoke I was still rather weak but he had healed me of my wounds. While I was out he had taken the orcs and my mom and buried them. He took care of me until I was strong enough to get back in action. I found my sword at the doorway of the hut. Was glad to see that it was still with me, but wondering why I was left alive and why they did not take anything.

I now realize my skills was not what I had thought they where, and that I would need more training. I was taken to Bolmora by the healer. He lives there and could help me find what I was looking for. He showed me the places I could go to get the training and skills I needed. It was not in my attention to avenge my mother; I had failed at protecting her, but I did vow to learn and train until I was a master at fighting. I ventured around Bolmora and found a trainer, where I trained and studied books. Years of training have passed and my trainer told me there was no me he could teach me. He has thought me all he can, and now it is time for me to venture out into the land. So I leave Bolmora looking for what I do not know.

Don't be to hasty on me but all is welcome.