Dreaming, Personal RP

[Lord Shawn]

Lord Shawn laid back on a tree and rested before he set off on his epic journey to destroy a rebellious gang. As he lay there he closed his eyes and thought back to the time when he was young, living in his village by the stream in the valley of his birth. He had known many happy days there playing in his youth. He and the other boys had played at war among other things, not really knowing of its pains and horrors. When Lord Shawn was just a boy he learned many things had to fight many battles, and kill just to survive sometimes. But once a year in his village the Kings guards would come through and take certain boys that fell fit to serve in the Kings army and never to return.. The kings’ men had taken all of his brothers and they never did take him, some say Lord Shawn was too scared, too weak, but it was the exact opposite. Lord Shawn was soon to become one of the most powerfulest warriors of all times.

One day the Kings men had come to take a young boy away from his family. This was Lord Shawn’s best friend Xerron. Xerron was the only son left of a widow. He had been taking care of his mother so she could live somewhat of a happy life. And he made a promise that he would never let them take him...But that was soon to be put to the test. As the Kings guards came back a little early one year, and had snatched up a few kids killing their mothers for resistance, and they made their way to Xerron’s house. Lord Shawn and Xerron best friends since birth had been watching this, and they watched as they approached his house.

“I can’t let them take me Shawn,” Xerron said

“Run get out of here Xerron!” Lord Shawn said

Lord Shawn was a little bigger then Xerron, and much stronger, Xerron looked up to to Lord Shawn but it was unspoken. Knocks banged on the door.

“Open the Door!” screamed the guards

Lord Shawn and Xerron stood there in shock. No one new what to do. After a few knocks the door was kicked in. There in the door way stood 3 Guards

“You there boy lets go” The leader shouted..

Xerron looked at Lord Shawn for help but Lord Shawn just stood there. There wasn’t much that could be done, unless they wanted to start a war. One of the guards walked over and grabbed Xerron’s hand

“Lets go boy”

The boy’s mom slowly walked out and saw this.. Her face was puzzled and then she let go.

“NO your not taking my last boy. No No no No No No..” she screamed

Xerron’s mom ran over and grabbed his arm. The guard jerked Xerron, and almost ripped his arm off. Xerron let out a horrific scream. The women kept screaming. Until one of the guards ran over and grabbed her by the arm..
“I’ll take care of this.” The guard said as he ran over and pushed Lord Shawn out of the way. Lord Shawn fell backwards. And the guard pulled Xerron’s mom back and slipped out his dagger and stabbed her in the back.

[Lord Shawn]

Xerron’s mom screamed as she fell to the floor. Xerron couldn’t stop it, the other two guards held him down. Lord Shawn stood up and gleamed across the room at the guard.

“Boy get back down there were you belong, on the ground” The guard demanded.

Xerron struggled as the guards held him down. The guard walked toward Lord Shawn as he withdrew his sword.

“I said get down boy”

The guard raised his sword as to lay down a mighty slash. Lord Shawn with cat like reflex grabbed the throat of the guard. Lord Shawn tilted his head back and head butted the guard. The guard’s nose split open and blood gushed from it. Lord Shawn grabbed the guard’s sword as it fell toward the ground. Lord Shawn stooped down and in an instant stabbed the guard, as the guard was lifted off the ground. The other two guards ran at Lord Shawn. The angered warrior picked up the dagger from the dead guard and threw it. It landed in one of the guards face.

The guard grabbed his face screaming as he fell towards the ground.. Xerron stood up and was frozen in shock. As he saw his mom dead on the floor he fell to his knees. The guard ran at Lord Shawn with his sword drawn. The swords collided in the air as both fighters strained to over power the other.. Lord Shawn pushed back and kneed the guard in the stomach. The guard hit the ground as it was a massive hit. Lord Shawn went for the kill and was interrupted.

“Wait no friend!!, Let me kill him. Please” Xerron said as he was standing up griping a sword..

Lord Shawn backed off and Xerron plunged the sword into the head of the guard. The was no room for error the blow was fatal and the guard felt nothing. Lord Shawn threw his sword to the ground, and walked over to his friend. Xerron stood up and looked into his friends eye’s..

“I’ve failed man”

“No we will take revenge I promise we will” Lord Shawn said as he closed his fist tightly.

“I promise we will take revenge. If we kill the king we own the land. What ever you kill is what you keep that’s the motto my friend. That’s how we will take revenge.. Lord Shawn knew a massive would come to his village, but he knew he would stand up and fight.

In the battle that raged through the village that day several villagers were killed and 11 of the 12 warriors had died in battle. But one had escaped to tell the tale of the ambush of the king’s gaurds and the battle that followed. The high king had sent a strong force to rape, burn and pillage the warrior’s village in retaliation for defiance of and the death of the kings guards.

[Lord Shawn]

He had ordered that no living soul was to be left in the village as a lesson to all the others! Not a soul was left alive in the village, not a man, woman, or child had survived. What stock hadn't been driven off had been butchered and the granaries burned to the ground! Not a hut, shed or lean-to had been left untouched by fire.


He had walked the ashes of his home until he had found his friend Xerron dead. Lord Shawn didn’t stop and weep for he had made a promise to his friend and he would keep it.. Even as a small boy he was strong for his size, and had spent the rest of that day and the next dragging the bodies of his friends and neighbors to the partially burned meeting house. He had spent the third day piling small logs and unburnt firewood around and in the meetinghouse.

Boards and unburnt furniture was piled on top of this and set afire as a pyre for his friends and family. As he watched his whole life go up in flames through tear filled eyes, he vowed this was the last time he would cry until he had vengeance on the High King and his men! His whole life from this day foreword was dedicated to fulfilling his vengeance on the destroyer of his family and friends! He would find someone to teach him the ways of war and exact his vengeance one day if it took him the rest of his life!

He would travel to the North to the warring villages in the Mountains and try to find a teacher or die trying! The young warrior had found a village during his journey after leaving his village behind with a chieftain that had lost his only son in battle and found a teacher as well as a family.

His foster father was a great mountain warrior who was only to glad to teach his new young son the ways of war! His foster father always went to the village fortune teller before battle to ask for guidance in the battle to come. It was a way the young son soon learned to follow in the years to come. As the years passed he had grown ...large of bone and firm of muscle, his abilities as a warrior had grown as well. His eagerness to learn and his unswerving devotion to the skill of arms made him one of the most formidable warriors in all the land.

His reputation grew as did his list of victories, both in single combat and in the melee of clan battles. He stood a head taller then his mountain brethren...his shoulder length brown hair made him stand out among his dark haired brethren. Like Moths to the flame his enemies came to him in battle, to be struck down by his mighty arm.

[Lord Shawn]

With his diamond-titanium sword he slew his enemies until the ground ran red with their blood! In his younger years he had sustained minor wounds in battle, but with age and experience his wounds diminished until soon he would battle many foes and remain unscratched! His fame as a warrior resounded throughout the land. On his 25th birthday he decided it was time to avenge his family! It was time to exact his revenge on the High King, his training and skill made him the match or better to any warrior in the High Kings kingdom. He donned his golden armour and went to see the village fortuneteller for guidance. This day the seer didn't give him the smile in greeting as usual, but a solemn look...deep into the young warriors eye!

As Lord Shawn sat the elder said "This day you go forth on a journey of vengeance against a great evil. Many enemies you will vanquish...IF YOU KEEP YOUR EYES TO THE PATH! In your blood lust for vengeance...remember to watch your footing young lad! Don't slip up or your vengeance will go unfulfilled! And if you succeed you will be a Lord of all nations, a warrior of pure heart. One that will never lose a battle Until your time as Lord comes to an end and then your life will be matched to another life that will be like nothing you’ll ever imagine.."

With that knowledge Lord Shawn left the village elder pondering his words....

“what could he of meant? “ he thought to himself.

His eyes had always been kept to the path of final vengeance on the High King and his soldiers!
“Don't slip up?”...Did he mean don't trust someone he shouldn't or give the King a chance to escape? Well he would trust none and the King wouldn't get a chance to run away! In the years since the villages massacre the Kings power and strength had slowly slipped away, until he had only a few of his most devoted warrior’s left. The King was still in good physical health...even at the age of 50! His body still strong, a good right arm to wield his sword.

A fondness for fruit had kept him healthy, Bananas being his favorite. Eating as many as a dozen a day they were one of the few luxuries left to him. As the King nibbled at his third Banana today, he casually dropped the peel on the battlement as he watched an armored rider ride in the gate to the keep. As the kings guards casually went to see who this interloper was,

They saw a mighty warrior in front of them and quickly the warrior dismounted and without a word drew his sword and struck down the nearest guard! Then with a cry of battle from Lord Shawn the warrior and a cry of rage from the dozen guards reaming battle was joined in the courtyard! The High King wondered whom this young fool was...attacking a dozen of the Kings guards in his keeps all-alone?

[Lord Shawn]

What did he seek to gain but a quick and messy death! The High King casually kept eating the rest of his banana, expecting at any time to see the young warrior go down in a splash of blood! BUT! The warrior didn't go down, the Kings guards did as they approached! Each hacked, slashed or pummeled to the ground in the swirling dust of the courtyard! Soon an even dozen guards became 10 with a slash and a thrust! With a parry, kick, stab another met his fate! 9 guards remained and they circled the young warrior, each looking for an opening to strike.

As each one leaped forward to strike he was struck down in a spray of blood or brains! A strike to the head and there were 8, a pivot and stab and there were 7! The young warriors arm was a blur as he struck each guard down! Five guards remained and were backing towards the stairs to the Battlements. The High king had finished his Banana and drawn his long sword in preparation for battle. Only four guards remained, with a shuffle and slash another went down! The young warrior stepped back and cried out

"I am Lord Shawn...The only survivor of my village that you ordered a massacre on 15 years ago! I’ve come to claim my vengeance and your head you villainous old fool!"

With that the High King and guards knew who their foe was, his prowess with weapons in battle had reached all corners of the kingdom! With the knowledge of victory or death as their only options the guards fought more fiercely then ever ...but to no avail! The young warrior struck each down as if lambs to the slaughter, then advanced up the stairs to the waiting King! His eyes never leaving the kings, his only thought to keep the king from escape and to fulfill his revenge. As he reached the top of the steps the king slashed down at him then retreated!

The young warrior hacked parried and slashed at the king...driveling him back along the battlements. The High King retreated in fear for his life from the warrior! Finally...after all these years of waiting, he would have his revenge! When he was through slashing the king’s body to pieces he would throw his remains on the rocks below to feed the Ravens! His time of revenge was here as the King had backed as far as he could, his back to a wall! The young warrior’s eyes had never left the king, NOW...NOW WAS HIS TIME TO STRIKE! As Lord Shawn lunged forward for the final killing thrust, his eyes never leaving from the Kings.

The king was frozen in fear. For he knows his time was up. Lord Sawn thrusted his sword forward, as the blade hit track with the kings chest he fell backwards. Blood squirted out of his chest as he fell backwards. The king fell out the window.

[Lord Shawn]

Lord Shawn peered over and saw the king laying on the rocks below. Lord Shawn fell back in exhaustion. Lord Shawn quickly opened his eyes as he heard running up the stairs. When he looked right he saw a group of people starring at the warrior in fear..

“No no I mean you no harm, I am good I promise. I have just killed your king.” Lord Shawn said

“No but you are our king..” And the time of Lord Shawn’s reign started that day. A kingdom or poverty, weakness and slavery become the greatest kingdom in the world. Lord Shawn ruled with an iron fist, but was fair and equal. And with that he became a pure hearted warrior. With no idea what the future held for him..

Lord Shawn woke up as his daydream came to an end. He remembered all the times he had. And he finally remembered who he was. He was a King the of a mighty land.. And he knew that the he would need to go back and find this fortune teller he had once seen, that would be the only way of knowing and remembering anything. But first he had a mission. A mission of more evil trying to hurt the weak and innocent..

Lord Shawn grabbed his gear and jumped on his horse and headed for the next town to re supply his gear and inventory.

[Baron]

3 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 2 = 13 Points

65 EXP. And 185 Credits

Good job! There were some grammar errors but not a lot except in the second post. Some weren’t over 500 words but it was a very good storyline.