Tyler Hawke
December 9th, 2005, 12:27 PM
Here is a sample of a first draft from my ongoing project. This is 575 words or about a page and a half from a soft cover novel.
First some back story to this part: These are the bad guys. The Goorgones. They were a race that was banished from participating in the world a long time ago into a far away region of the world. Garrisons and outposts were built up along the border of this banished land – most of them along the Jaftar Range, a small run of mountains that bordered the end of the Kingdom of Men and this banished land. For years it was busy with activity keeping an eye on the Goorgones. There were revolts, battles and such but they were always repelled. Over time, the Goorgones withdrew further and further into the banished land until they were far out of sight. In time, the outposts saw less and less troops, until the present where their existence was antiquated and nearly abandoned except for some routine training runs.
Now the Goorgones have arisen, in secret. A small band has crossed the Jaftar Range and invaded the small outpost town of Fa-Tonock. They destroyed parts and then retreated into the south quarter of town that stands on a rise in the land. They are awaiting a response from the Kingdom as planned. (Past Rogue occurrences were not necessarily uncommon but were always swiftly and successfully dealt with by the Kingdom). This plan was to make it look like a rogue army, but really it’s an attack on The Kingdoms army. This will eventually lead to a full-scale major attack on an ancient military stronghold – it will be successful.
BTW - Sorry for the improper indentations and such - I copied and paste this and I couldn't get it to format quite right.
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The first scout made his way back to the center compound. He had news they were all waiting to hear.
“There is movement coming east out of the flatlands. There dust trails show a considerable force moving at a good pace.”
Hekgrat nodded. “How long?”
“Two days at the given pace.”
Hekgrat was pleased. This was good early information. Hekgrat turned to the scout before him, acknowledged his effort and had him report for another post. The rotation of scouting reports had begun. The deployment of scouts was made so there order would roll back from the furthest point out along the Jaftar Range. The range was the best place for seeing great distances over the flatlands. It was doubtful if the oncoming army even considered there would be eyes in the hills. The procedure was such that the first scout would return when he was able to make a solid general assessment of the oncoming force. On the return to the compound the scout would signal the second scout. From this point every 6 hours or as needed, the next scout in succession would head in to report. As long as cover was kept, the succession of scouting reports should come in uninterrupted.
Other reports came in as well: reports on fortifications, supplies, and battle movement verifications. There was also a report due in from the south road. Hekgrat gave little concern over it, as it was a longer and harder road to traverse for the Kingdom army. Never-the-less he put together a small team to keep an eye on things so there would be no surprises. Hekgrat also awaited an important visit from a messenger about the massing force that was suppose to be taking its positions along the range for the surprise attack.
Hekgrat enjoyed the organization. There was a fluidity that was not common with Goorgonian military operations. And this is exactly what that was, a military operation. Hekgrat took great pride in the way events were beginning to unfold. The Kingdom of Men were in for a rude awakening. He could sense their arrogant swagger; thinking they were coming to exterminate a rouge movement. Nothing was won yet but he knew things could easily fall in there favor rapidly – which was the whole plan to begin with.
Then, without making a spectacle, in walked the barbarian Hekgrat was anticipating. The creature stood clad in his proud chest armor, a dull silver sash draped across his body, signifying a diplomatic presence.
“I’m looking for Hekgrat,” he announced. There was a force in his voice, as he stood tall before the room in the entranceway. “I’ve come with pleasant news and greetings.” Then a wry smile came to his face, a smile that could only mean a glee for destruction.
Hekgrat stood tall and answered the dignitary with a proper greeting. The formalness of the moment pleased him. Others were a little more awed and confused by the situation but Hekgrat knew the meaning of the moment and its importance for the rise of the Goorgones.
“I gather preparations are of order now?” Hekgrat said.
The tall barbarian walked closer to Hekgrat. “I have word from within and the word is a job well done.”
Hekgrat bowed his head. The silence of the moment was enough.
“I am Grajnik,” the Goorgone said. “And the forces of our kind are waiting for the onslaught.”
Hekgrat raised his head. “And they will have it.”
First some back story to this part: These are the bad guys. The Goorgones. They were a race that was banished from participating in the world a long time ago into a far away region of the world. Garrisons and outposts were built up along the border of this banished land – most of them along the Jaftar Range, a small run of mountains that bordered the end of the Kingdom of Men and this banished land. For years it was busy with activity keeping an eye on the Goorgones. There were revolts, battles and such but they were always repelled. Over time, the Goorgones withdrew further and further into the banished land until they were far out of sight. In time, the outposts saw less and less troops, until the present where their existence was antiquated and nearly abandoned except for some routine training runs.
Now the Goorgones have arisen, in secret. A small band has crossed the Jaftar Range and invaded the small outpost town of Fa-Tonock. They destroyed parts and then retreated into the south quarter of town that stands on a rise in the land. They are awaiting a response from the Kingdom as planned. (Past Rogue occurrences were not necessarily uncommon but were always swiftly and successfully dealt with by the Kingdom). This plan was to make it look like a rogue army, but really it’s an attack on The Kingdoms army. This will eventually lead to a full-scale major attack on an ancient military stronghold – it will be successful.
BTW - Sorry for the improper indentations and such - I copied and paste this and I couldn't get it to format quite right.
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The first scout made his way back to the center compound. He had news they were all waiting to hear.
“There is movement coming east out of the flatlands. There dust trails show a considerable force moving at a good pace.”
Hekgrat nodded. “How long?”
“Two days at the given pace.”
Hekgrat was pleased. This was good early information. Hekgrat turned to the scout before him, acknowledged his effort and had him report for another post. The rotation of scouting reports had begun. The deployment of scouts was made so there order would roll back from the furthest point out along the Jaftar Range. The range was the best place for seeing great distances over the flatlands. It was doubtful if the oncoming army even considered there would be eyes in the hills. The procedure was such that the first scout would return when he was able to make a solid general assessment of the oncoming force. On the return to the compound the scout would signal the second scout. From this point every 6 hours or as needed, the next scout in succession would head in to report. As long as cover was kept, the succession of scouting reports should come in uninterrupted.
Other reports came in as well: reports on fortifications, supplies, and battle movement verifications. There was also a report due in from the south road. Hekgrat gave little concern over it, as it was a longer and harder road to traverse for the Kingdom army. Never-the-less he put together a small team to keep an eye on things so there would be no surprises. Hekgrat also awaited an important visit from a messenger about the massing force that was suppose to be taking its positions along the range for the surprise attack.
Hekgrat enjoyed the organization. There was a fluidity that was not common with Goorgonian military operations. And this is exactly what that was, a military operation. Hekgrat took great pride in the way events were beginning to unfold. The Kingdom of Men were in for a rude awakening. He could sense their arrogant swagger; thinking they were coming to exterminate a rouge movement. Nothing was won yet but he knew things could easily fall in there favor rapidly – which was the whole plan to begin with.
Then, without making a spectacle, in walked the barbarian Hekgrat was anticipating. The creature stood clad in his proud chest armor, a dull silver sash draped across his body, signifying a diplomatic presence.
“I’m looking for Hekgrat,” he announced. There was a force in his voice, as he stood tall before the room in the entranceway. “I’ve come with pleasant news and greetings.” Then a wry smile came to his face, a smile that could only mean a glee for destruction.
Hekgrat stood tall and answered the dignitary with a proper greeting. The formalness of the moment pleased him. Others were a little more awed and confused by the situation but Hekgrat knew the meaning of the moment and its importance for the rise of the Goorgones.
“I gather preparations are of order now?” Hekgrat said.
The tall barbarian walked closer to Hekgrat. “I have word from within and the word is a job well done.”
Hekgrat bowed his head. The silence of the moment was enough.
“I am Grajnik,” the Goorgone said. “And the forces of our kind are waiting for the onslaught.”
Hekgrat raised his head. “And they will have it.”