Ishian was born on the outskirts of a small village in Ulthuan. It lay between Ellyrion and Avelorn near a river on the Innersea. No more than 150 elfs lived there. Being the third son of the family, they did not have much more money for his education. Instead he worked at home as a carpenter with his father. All he ever made were longbows from good elven quality. He was very keen with the bow. He could target a moving deer or apple from hundred yards. Rumours started to come... War was upon in Ulthuan. The goblins invaded the North of the Island. Every elf in the region was called to arms.

Ishian went to his townhall for military orders and transportation. With great numbers they would go to the battlefield. His youth friends were allready gone as archers to the battle. Without noticing he got in the wrong line to report. So the councelor made him spearman and he did not realise on that moment. It was a long enerving but peacefull travel. Time to think

Ishian came to the encampments near the green hordes after a few days. He did not saw his friends. They must be around somewhere, he thought. He was instructed to put on his uniform. Where is my bow, he asked in himself. Why did they gave me armour and a spear? Oh no...

Ishian was ranked up in formation in front of the encampents. The captains instructed the troops and marched ahead. Luckily I am in the back, he thought, nothing will happen here. After some hours they saw the battle going on. Many many dead corpses, elfs and goblins. So much blood ...

Ishian heard the shoutings, the captains ordered to engage the enemy. Every elf ran firmly in formation towards the invaders. Ranks of good and evil clashed.
He saw the first ranks going down under the pressure. They keep on coming, there are to many, he thought. Soon it would be his turn for real action. His hands were shaking and sweaty. I cannot fight with a spear, he thought.

Ishian prepared for stabbing, holding the shaft firmly and his shield close. The last elf before him fell. Several goblins jumped in front of him. He started poking and swinging. He killed some but new came to him. His arm was getting tired, his mind unclear...

Ishian felt a warm and cold feeling. He fell down and saw the clouds in the sky. All the noise was gone now and he was relaxed...

Ishian died...

Oh, nice, it's good like voice if the phoenix writen by Calarion

Well written, but as a story it should go in the stories section, so that's where it goes ;)

Great story, well done my shooting friend. Shootah, get it? :P

pretty good story. Just one thing that I found annoying, every paragraph begins with Ishian, but maybe it should be like that... <_<

Great story, a bit depressing though. Poor Ishian!

Good stuff, I'd like to see more if you have it

Yes this was on purpose. The story is focussed on him and his thoughts.

Get the pointy ears. :D

This adds to the thread how? Hmmm, maybe, not at all?

Don't post points unless they have a point.

So most of you like it. Maybe soon there will be another story. Some people want to share an idea to write about?

Yeah definately like it. :D

Perhaps one about going through the ranks. Starting in the archers, then once he has experienced the horrors of war from a safe distance (quoting HE army book ^_^ ) he becomes a spearman, then a silver helm. Then maybe goes to the tower of Hoeth to become a swordmaster, as he has not found fulfillment in his life yet. Then while hes there he also embarks upon becoming a loremaster (from the loremaster honour and Bellanear)

Yeah, something like that, but obviously you choose what you want to write about. It gets written better if you like writing it :D

This looks very weird for a career. Silverhelms are sons of noble elves and spearmen are normal people. And swordmasters start young to learn their skills every day, they do not work. These are elite troops to kill...

But they die as easily to arrow fire as a goblin :(

Yeah I know spearmen dont become silver helms ^_^ sorry about that, I was getting excited :D

But it is possible to learn the art of swordmastery from an elder age. Eltharion did it for one, and it says in the HE book that it is sort of like a way to find 'elightenment', through martial prowess.