The Spellswords

[Mojache]

(This is my first written RP, so give me a break. Also, I will be writing it in separate paragraphs to represent each generation, so the entire story wont be in 1 post. Let me know what you think)

A long time ago, during the peak of Mercian culture, a group of the five finest warriors were summoned to the basement of the tower of the Archmage of Mercia. There, they were greeted by the most powerful mages of each element: Fire, Ice, Earth, Air, and Shadow. The mages guild was to conduct an experiment, one which would in turn, be the biggest mistake they ever made. The mages each transerfered all their power to one of the warriors; The Furgiues family recieved the element of fire, the Nertifi family received the element of Air. The Walok family earned Shadow, Earth went to the Droit family, and Ice was given to the Rurikar family. The 5 warriors were so forth know as the Spellswords, due to them being skilled in both spells and weaponry. The Spellswords were told to teach their element and fighting techniques to their offspring, however, fueds started between the families, starting an all out war between all the Spellsword familes. To protect his son, Furtin Rurikar fled to the continent of Niflheim. There he was more familer with Ice, and as was his son. Furtin went to try to make an allience with any of the familes. Let's just say he never returned. Each family, except the Rurikars, hired mercinaries to help protect their own, and destroy the other Spellswords. Without a father and teacher, Furtin's son, Vincent was trained in the Element of Ice and the ways of the weapon by a local dwarf crafter, Mort Tunney. Many years of brutal training has hardened Vincent into a hardy warrior, thirsty for the blood of the opposing Spellsword families

[Mojache]

A generation later...

Vincent stands and sighs. "He was a great man, and he surely did not deserve this," he whispers to himself. He wrappes the dwarve's cold, dead body in his cloak, and says a prayer. Vincent sets the body down, and slides down into the square hole in the ground. Once inside, he lifts the corpse up again and gently lays him on the ground in the hole, then climbs out and picks up his shovel. Vincent shovels the dirt back into the hole on top of the body and curses to himself under his breath every shoveload he puts into the ground. He writes with his finger in the snow "Here lies Mort Tunney, husband, father, craftsman, and mentor." He walks a few feet away then sends an icebolt into the writing, preserving it. After an hour long journey back to his house in the village of Banrock, he is greeted by his wife, son, and daughter. After a glass of dwarven ale, he takes his son to the woods and teaches him 2 lessons, the first in the way of the axe, and the second of the way of water and ice.
Weeks later...
"Please, stay with me and the kids," insisted Kim, his wife. "I have to, i told you what those bastards did to my father, and the rest of my family, i dont want the same to happen to you," replied Vincent. "But you'll be killed!" "No, i promise you, i wont." "Please," said Kim, "Don't go." Vincent, unable to speak seeing the woman he loved so despirate, turned and slammed the door behind him. He found a caravan heading for Sanguine and hitched a ride, leaving everything but whatever he could carry with him. Once he got off at the gates of Sanguine, he entered the large city and asked all the locals if they knew the wherabouts of the Furgiue, Nertifi, Walok or Droit familes resided. One beggar said he had once been to the Droit household, begging for food and gold. He told Vincent that they could be found about a mile south of Monkfield. He rode his horse there as fast as possible, furious for revenge. Once he arrived, he could see the Spellsword of the Droit family, working on the farm. He swiftly rode his horse down, and once near him, let out a deafining battle cry. The Droit warrior quickly saw Vincent coming, his sword at neck level, ducked and rolled out of the way. Vincent watched as the warrior ran into his house and grabbed his spear. As Vincent made another turn and charged at the Spellsword of Air, he quickly jumped of his horse and let off a flurry of attacks, one of them, cutting the other warriors leg off from his thigh down. With his last ounce of strength, the dying warrior lunged his spear at Vincent, impaling him all the way through his stomach, Thus ending the Droit family and the life of Vincent Rurikar.

(sorry for the shitty ending its 4:30 in the morning and im tired as hell)

[Jonkar]

(( Try making paragraphs, it helps a lot when reading.))

[Mojache]

yeah ill edit that thanks for advice