Tallus the Barbarien

[chimera0010]

Ok since I cant sleep at all I might as well spend this time writing a story.


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Back in the times when the ocean took Atlantis and before the rise of the Persian Empire. There was tales of battles, riches, women, and gods. Where the riddle of steel, the lust for power, and the honor of the clan was all there was. But few ever recall the tale of the twin Brothers of Arias the Merciless. He was so named because of his brutal tactics and the way he would show no mercy to any one, not even his own children. He was a giant of a man, so thought because he was a giant amongst his own clansmen. He worked out yes, but he was the son of the titan before the gods came into power.

On the night of the fire horse, when his wife breathed her last, he was given two sons. Twins identical in all things on the moment of their birth. They cried, they howled, they were perfect. He rejoiced, though his wife had passed he was given two heirs that will carry on and extend his legacy. So it was his desire, so he became all the more brutal. He was harder on his sons than his own men, for if his children could not do it, no man could. So the years where hard growing up, the boys were named Tallus and Thenius.

At the age of 5 it was time for the trials of blood. Arias cast them out into the cold wilderness and forced them to struggle on their own. Here they would learn the taste of battle, the bitter taste of defeat, here they would become men at an early age and one would succeed their father and the other would eigther die or become a slave. The trial was a cruel to them as their father was, he watched them, making sure they never were together unless it was to fight over something important like food or wealth. For he wanted his heir to be so powerful he could kill his own brother in battle if he needed to.

At age 10 they returned. Both looking the same, but their hair changed draumaticly. Tallus had the hair of angry red flame, while Thenius had hair white as the virgin snow of his homeland. Arias was displeased, an heir was not chosen by the wilderness, both had lived and both still shared a kinship. He grabbed Thenius, beleiving that red haired leaders had the most luck he had no need for an unlucky offspring to be the leader. Tallus however, did not agree with this. He grabbed the axe of a near by guard and swung it hard, burrying it deep within the thigh muscle of his father. The tribal leader fell, he never was struck before, he never felt pain like this. Thenius pulled a carving knife from the nearby feasting table and stabbed it into his father's chest, Tallus removed the axe from his father's leg and looked down. Arias merely looked in shock as his son's betrayed him. Is plan failed, instead of producing an heir as tradition dictates, he was betrayed and both sons worked to over throw him. In such shock he did not move as the axe came down not but once, but twice to remove his head fully.

The tribe did not question this. They proved they had the strength to ban together to eliminate a common foe. They removed a tyrant and now will rule with equality and and kinship. But this did not last. With the news of their father's demise crossing the 10 kingdoms of the south, many enemies emerged. The ones to speak up the most was the worshipers of the dark hand. THey attacked days later, without warning and without being detected. They emerged on the night both sons where to be crowned with the horns of power.

The assault was over in an instant. The fires raged, the people slaughtered, the buildings burnt and pillaged. The two boys brought before the leader of the dark hand. He was a copper skined man in black armor, with eyes like a snake and hair as long as midnight. He examined the boys, almost like looking at a boy and his reflection, so perfect, except for the hair. He ordered the boys be taken apart from each other, one sent to the north, and one to the south. Thenius was taken north, far to the reaches of Aquilonia, while Tallus was taken south to the reaches of Stygia.

Tallus was taken to a slave camp where the children of fallen villages where used to work the mills. He was bound and chained, forced to work the mills day and night, he never tired. Instead he vowed every day he would find his brother and take revenge. He worked his body, day by day he worked himself becoming bigger and stronger. Though he could never break his chains, he would never forget his vow. Until one day an amazon queen came by. None knew her name, but she baught Tallus and took him to the north east to southern Asia. Here she trained him with other warlords. Here he learned the value of steel, the artistry of the blade, the philosephies of the greeks and the beauty of the world.

Tallus studied hard, become both strong in mind and body. His body was indeed magnificent. Thick strong legs that could pull stone blocks that took 6 men to pull. Abs that looked like a brick wall, bulging with every movement. His pectorals where wide and thick, hanging over his body to block the view of his abs, but they contained a mighty wind in his lungs and a lion's roar in his throat. HIs arms where huge, capable of bending the iron spears that were said to kill dragons. His face alone held beauty beyond measure, but his eyes told a tale of sadness. He hid his eyes behind a long mane of fire red hair. Women lusted for his body, not only for his muscles, but for the fact he had to have special made jerkins to hold an endowment men would kill for. Mornings where a show, for his cock would be erect, pushing into his abs as it was 14inches long and 3 inches thick. On nights he slept with women, it was said to get larger as if envious of the rest of his body.

One night his mistress released him. Not asking why he fled into the darkness. Like a wild animal kept to long, he had no idea how to survive on his own. But he managed. He slew a bandit with his bare hands and took his armor and weapons. Though the clothes did not fit, he made due with what he had. The sword was not to his licking, too small, but he would manage till he found something more for his build. He had no idea where to find his brother, but he knew an idea of where to find the man who took his lively hood from him.

what few knew, is that while Tallus went to the south, Thenius was wisked to safety to the north. Here hidden from the eyes of the dark hand, he studied the ways of the shamans and druids. He communed with nature. Instead of growing strong in body, he became strong in spirit and mind. He studied the healing arts of plants, the secret language of the animals, the voice of nature herself, even the hidden arts of the elements. Wise he had become. Handsom with his long flowing white hair. Many thought of him as a ghost of the winter snow. He was also determined to free his brother, not knowing his brother was also looking for him.

His body was small in frame, for he did not spent much time lifting rocks or pushing heavy burdens. His body was built more for running and dancing by camp fires. He was taught the rogue's blade, how to be quick and to fight with a flurry of swipes and stabs. He was taught how to use the elements as his weapon, to call down fire and earth quake, to freeze with ice or to halt them with hurricane. He felt his brother was moving north, and so he would go to Zemura, the crossroads of the world. Here he was sure to find his brother, how many redheads walk around these days any way.

[muscl4life]

Well, you sure took advantage of your lack of sleep

I loved this epic tale, I just hope you don't have to stay up many nights to write more, after all we all deserve a good night of sleep...

Just kidding, the story reads great and I am sure looking foward for a next chapter...

Cheers...

[msman]

Awsome story You should continoue this!!!!!!!!!!

[Username3]

This is a pretty awesome story.
I wouldn't mind if you continued it, it would be awesome