J.N.S. Pluckrose

USD 21,99

Format: 13.5 x 21.5 cm
Number of Pages: 68
ISBN: 978-3-99048-468-5
Release Date: 28.11.2016
This is the story of Origer and his father Oring, King of Vocar. The reader is taken into a whole new world of heroes and monsters. Trapped in Vocar by the evil forces led by Gergriff, Origer escapes to seek help from the only man to ever have escaped from the tower, who now resides on Mount Moon.
Chapter 1 - The Start

Any story has a world and that world is a lump of clay that will be moulded throughout the chapters of this book.
The world of Thringer has edges; this world is like a huge dinner dish where the ever flowing sea will forever fall in to the mists. With many places around Thringer; Atlantis the oldest and wisest, more wise than the elves of the magic wood. The dragon isles, a place that is unventured for it had a high number of dragons making it their home in the caves and craters that the island has to offer. Also keeping it a safe place where dragons can mate and lay eggs.
A frozen prison of doom on the frozen lands of Block, a cursed land of large ice rocks always moving making it impossible to map or explore, so its hosts the place of exiled.
The hidden island, home to traitors and smugglers hidden from the world by a veil of densest mist.
There may be many battles and wars but overall the world is one of peace, as flowers will bloom and rivers will run with crystal clear water trickling down from the massive rocky slopes of giant mountains. The green grass covering fields, farms filled with corn and towns filled with people. This world is filled with many people and animals. There was much trading and conversing between each and every town and kingdom. Most trading was done from Mount Moon with the Dwarf city where the masters of steel created great weapons, many of them to be sold from the Handel Islands. This was the perfect world but the powers of dark magic was creeping back, corrupting the peace, leaving Thringer a broken world.
In the land were many types of life; Man, a creature with no limit but doomed to die. Ninja, are men who have great skills, the best at hunting and hiding, masters of the shadows. Elves, immortal, descendent from angels sent to the land to be its protectors. Viking, masters of war, brought up in very tough conditions. Dwarfs, the descendents of Viking’s; the men that were too weak were left on land and were soon the masters of steel. Pirate’s, masters of the sea, but had a large obsession for treasure and shiny things. There are many more creatures, but I will tell you about them when we find them in our story.
For the creation of this world, no one knows the great story of formation. Except for Atlantis they are the only people who know, but they keep away from the world. They are to guard the information with their lives for the evils that could be revealed. In the creation many hills and mountains were formed at the beginning of time. The only other clue to how the world was formed is The Great Stone. This stone, was no normal stone, it had a great power to form or destroy anything. That is when the trouble began, because of it’s great power and unknown contents, it stayed in the one mountain called Striff. This mountain stood alone surrounded by Great Plains of sand and dust, no life a terrible place, even more terrible in the stone war. For each kingdom wanted the stone’s great power for themselves. So the armies were built and went to the mountain of Striff; the yellow plains of Striff were soon turned red. The Stone War was a long two years of nothing but bloodshed.
There were many armies to fight, every person on the land of Thringer fought for their lives. There were many races to fight in this war, one of the races was an evil mess of dark creatures, led by an immortal man who has been around as long as the land itself. He was once a member of Atlantis until he was chased out. He went by the name of Gergriff. He was only one of a few that was around at the start of time. He had an evil race of monsters and goblins born from black magic to do his bidding.
All fought in the war, all but the three kings, they stayed in their kingdoms away from the war. They built The Tor a massive wall of stone winding and cutting through a massive range of mountains. Which broke them from the main land, there they stayed, never going in to war or helping the people of Thringer. They watched as the world died.
As I said before, the Stone War went on for a bad two years. Thousands and thousands, too many to count were killed in the slaughter. Until it came to the Last Day each great leader from each kingdom, each of them walked in to the Mountain of Striff. They were ready for the final fight.
There was a great monastery built by Monks to show their respect to The Great Stone. In the Last Day that building was no more than rubble. The leaders each made their way in to the Stone room. In the centre of the room was a golden altar, hosting the great stone, no bigger than a rabbit. The room’s walls were rich with gold and jewels placed there by the Monks.
In that room the last fight of The Stone War took place between the leaders. They fought until the stone glowed a green glow and a crystal table formed from the ground and engulfed the Stone in blue light. The men were confused but there was no more time to fight for the table blasted up straight through the mountain, smashing it to pieces. Striff exploded like a volcano without lava, the stone floated one mile in the air over Striff. The battles stopped, all the people of Thringer looked up at the explosion. Large chunks of crystal fell back in to the mountain, large rocks dropped from the sky crushing and killing parts of the army. The stone then broke itself in to five pieces. Each part let out a blast of light as they bolted through the air like meteors and they smashed down in front of each of the main armies or what was left of them.
On this event the Stone splitting the kingdoms formed a truce never to have another war like The Stone War.
The Stone’s great power was then used wisely by each kingdom for the Stone has the power to create. The men used their stone to build the great fortress of Vocar. The Elves built a city in to a mountain, deep within the Magic Wood. Ninjas built their home up in the trees of another forest, a large entanglement of modular houses and walkways. The Vikings built a great port to live and trade in, but for Gergriff this power was not enough, even though he was trusted with one of the stones. He built a great tower of black magic where in secret, he was going to rebuild his army and start another war to engulf the land.
“And that, children, is how it all started”, said the teacher.
We come from the past to a library in Vocar where a teacher has just read a group of students the start of time, a great book written by the first king.
“That was great”, said Henry. Henry was sitting in the back row of the class; he was a student that enjoyed the tales of Thringer.
“I’m glad you liked that”, said the Teacher. “I will see you all tomorrow, we will be starting the next topic”, she said.
The students picked up their sacks and bags, got up and walked to the door of the library. Henry was the last to get up. He pulled up a book and put it in his bag but as he walked out a voice called out to him.
“You there”, said a voice from the near table.
Henry stopped and looked around to see an old man dressed in a long dark blue robe. In his hands he held up a large white book. He had a very long white beard and a head bald except for a little blue hat; he wore a black belt with a golden hook and a brown case for his sword.
“Are you Henry, son?” asked the old man.
“Yes”, said Henry. Turning and walking to the old man.
“Your father asked me to tutor you”, said the old man sitting down on one of the long brown tables.
“I see”, said Henry getting slowly closer.
“Take a seat, this will be fun” said the old man. He opened the book to page one and then looked up to see Henry sitting.
“We’ll start with a read of Thringer history”, said the old man.
“Ready?” asked the old man.
“Yes, sir”, said Henry.
The old man began to read.
In a city of grey stone, the houses made of wood and filled with people, food and animals. This is the city of Vocar where peace would reign. A wall around the city to keep the town safe, large golden gates made of strong oak. In the centre of the city was a great citadel; home and stronghold of the king Oring. This castle, built to defend against any kind of attack, built tall with massive towers with large blue cones on the tallest towers, many stained glass windows with patterns of people, old kings and knights.
On this day it just happened to be a coronation, up on one of the floors in one of the rooms.
Origer, son of Oring, he was being dressed ready by his servant Beakey; he was being dressed in his ceremonial armour.
“Come on, Beakey”, said Origer, fussing.
Origer, the young prince of Vocar, the boy who hated the idea that he would have to run the kingdom some day. His head filled with adventure and skilled with a sword. His mother died when Origer was 7, his father and the servants then had to raise him as best they could, for a mother and son have a great bond. Origer had hit the age of 20 and today he was going to be made the prince of Vocar. He was dressed in green robes and silver armour with the crest of Vocar. The crest was a picture of a large amount of flowers around a sword closing around the blade which was to show that swords are not the answer for peace. Origer’s face had a short brown beard with dark brown hair, he had blue eyes and a scar just under his neck.
“Hold still”, said Beakey, who was clipping on his armour.
Beakey’s story was a mystery to many; most of his past was hidden. The only thing that is known was that he was a pirate, until he showed up in Vocar looking for work.
Beakey was dressed in a green servant uniform, simple green shirt with a small crest at the top left corner and brown trousers with large black boots. He had a brown beard but it was a lot longer than Origer, his beard came down to his chest, it would be longer, but Beakey had golden hooks and clips in it to make it look respectable.
“Done”, said Beakey stepping back to look at his work.
“Well… you’re getting better”, said Origer looking at himself in the mirror. He looked at the armour and then he noticed something.
“Beakey?” asked Origer.
“Yes, sire?” asked Beakey.
“Beakey, what is this?” said Origer. He turned holding his belt and he pushed up the sword case to show it empty.
“I’m surprised you’ve forgotten, that is a sword case, sire”, said Beakey.
“What is missing?” said Origer, getting very angry at this point.
“It is missing… don’t tell me… urr… don’t tell me… I know this, got it, it is missing the sword”, said Beakey.
“Well”, said Origer.
“Your sword, yes, I put it, I put it here”, said Beakey walking back to the table looking for it to see that it had fallen to the floor. He picked it up and put it in Origer’s case.
Origer then looked at Beakey, he picked up a candle (nothing else to grab).
“Do that again and…” said Origer, gesturing the candle at Beakey.
“You’re threatening me with a candle”, said Beakey.
Origer at this point very angry, was going to hit him when a KNOCK, KNOCK came from his door.
“Yes?” said Origer putting the candle down. Now Beakey could get up from the floor.
The door opened and another servant walked in “You have five minutes sire”, said the servant.
“Right”, said Origer.
The servant left and Origer took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.
“It’s time”, said Origer.
“Yes, sire”, said Beakey.
“Beakey you’re the person who knows me the best. Will I make a good prince?” said Origer.
“Truth?” asked Beakey.
“Truth”, said Origer.
“Well, I think… you’ll do good”, said Beakey.
“Right then, let’s go”, said Origer. He walked up to the doors, opening them. They both walked down the hall until they came to a set of giant doors. Two guards pulled them open and Origer stood looking in to see massive crowds of people, looking at him. There was a long red carpet going down through the middle of the room up to the throne where the king was waiting. Origer started to walk, as he walked, the people would bow. They were all dressed in posh and fine clothes.
While at the back of the room, Beakey slipped in to the servant’s space.
“Hello”, said Beakey tapping one of the ladies on the shoulder.
“Hello, Beakey”, she said. This was Sandy. She was a servant that helped Beakey to become a servant, to teach him the ropes; tricks of the trade as they say.
“What do you think of my work?” asked Beakey.
“It’s great”, said Sandy. Looking at Origer’s cloak from which Beakey had removed a bad mud stain.
“How did you remove that stain?” asked Sandy.
“Paint”, said Beakey.
“Paint? You dozy thing”, said Sandy looking back around at the cloak.

Origer walked up three steps, in front of him sat Oring in a large golden throne, in the top of the chair, was the part of the stone that man was given in The Stone War, kept safe in a golden harness.
Oring sat in his throne, in his best golden armour with the same crest, a long red cape with many patterns. On his face was a short white beard and grey hair, on his head he wore a golden crown with many treasures. He was dressed very expensively even for a king.
Origer came up and kneeled in front of the king. He slowly got up and using his staff he walked to his son Origer. At the same time another servant came up with a pillow with a smaller crown on it, filled with jewels.
The king took up the crown and held it over Origer’s head.
“My son Origer for the first time, you will be crowned Prince of Vocar.
You are to defend Vocar and everyone inside her walls for the rest of your days. Do you swear?”
“I swear”, said Origer.
“Do you swear to obey and use the law to its full power?”
“I swear”, said Origer.
“Do you swear to keep the great stone safe?”
“I swear”, said Origer.
“Do you swear to pass this crown down to your sons?”
“I swear” said Origer.
“Then, my son, I dub thee crowned Prince of Vocar”, said Oring.
He slowly lowered the crown on to Origer’s head. Origer then stood and turned to his people as they clapped and cheered, looking up to their great new leader who would lead them through the dark protected toward the light.
“Long live the prince”, said Oring.
“Long live the prince!” shouted the crowd.
“Long live the prince!” shouted the crowd.
“Long live the prince!” shouted the crowd.

Chapter 2 - A Bad Night

The day was done and the night began. The throne room alight with lights had been filled with a very long large wooden table. A smell filled the castle, the table covered in all kinds of food. Lots of apples, grapes, pears, pineapples, there was bread and cheese, salted fish, squid, also meat, legs of ham, legs of pork, all types of chops of every size and flavour. On each table was a full fried bore, but still bigger than that was cakes stacked up six layers high, covered in icing. There were buns and jam tarts, cream cakes and chocolate logs, enough to fill an army. At the tables were people in their best dresses or suits, eating the food and laughing at the magic show. There were three men and two women in the centre of the room shooting arrows at each other, chaining up people and locking them in boxes, blowing fire, finding cards and all other sorts of magic tricks.
“The head table at the back of the room had the king, prince and the most important members of council sitting at it. At the end of the table, standing on the table was Glyn, Origer pet wolf. I forgot to tell you about Glyn. Origer found him when he was young and Glyn had lived with Origer for a very long time. He had light grey fur with a white stripe across his stomach. He was enjoying a chicken. Wrapping his large choppers and teeth in to the meat.
“The evening was still young and the guests were having a great time, until DING, DING, DING the sound of the warning bell filled the room. A knight burst in.
“My king, you must see this”, he said.
So the knights led Oring and Origer to the wall, they looked out to the forest. From there sprung hundreds of people carrying boxes and bags, barrels and carts, pulling animals, carrying their children. Slowly walking up the path towards the door.
The oak gates opened and the king walked out, straight to see Clut the leader and king of the elves. As another king he was wearing silver armour, he had long brown hair and a wooden crown, on his back was a quiver of arrows, on his belt were two very well made posh blades.
The other person at the door was Claw, queen of the ninjas. She was dressed different again; she had a purple dress with a golden leaf painted on her belt .There were three long thin blades across her chest. There was a string of throwing stars. Hanging from her neck a vile of water from the tree of souls. A tree that the ninja’s are to protect for they believe that when people die part of their souls will stay in the tree and keep the land safe. The ninja’s have many traditions and events that must take place.
“What brings you here?” asked Oring.
“War, war brings us”, said Clut.
“War has begun”, said Claw.
“So why are you here, what happened to your homes?” asked Oring.
“Our home is no more than ash”, said Claw. “The forest is gone”, “Ours has been burnt also”, said Clut.
“Then you will take refuge”, said Oring.
“We will stand together”, said Oring.
“Son, Captain, get your men, help these people, start filling the courtyard then move through the city. We need all the space we can get”, said Oring.
“Yes, Father”, said Origer walking off through his men saying, “You men with me.”
So the lines of people kept coming out of the forest, across the plains, up the ramp through the door in to the city. Supplies were being stocked in the castle, knights in lines passing one to one to one on a line leading down to the basement. The king had two men taking people’s names and counting up numbers. In just two hours, they had over 4,300 new people in the walls of Vocar. Origer and Oring were standing on a balcony, overlooking all the people walking through.
“What do they mean, war?” asked Origer.
“Means we’re in trouble”, said Oring.
“Not so good then”, said Origer.
“No, son, not good at all. Now the elves and ninja have come here, we are the last fortress to stand against Gergriff”, said Oring.
“What of the three kings?” asked Origer.
“They won’t fight or help. No man has crossed the Tor in 300 years” said Oring.
“At least we’re standing together”, said Origer.
“Yes… I’m sorry, son. This night was meant to be yours”, said Oring.
“It’s Ok, Father. To be a good king sacrifices must be made”, said Origer.
“Son, you will make a great king”, said Oring putting an arm over his son’s shoulder and petting Glyn.
More and more came across the plain as servants went out to help them. Beakey walked out to a family pulling a small cart, with two old people asleep in the back. The mother walking with her children, the dad was pulling and looked exhausted, so Beakey walked up and helped to pull the cart.
“Help has arrived”, said Beakey.
“Thank you…” puffed and panted the dad, as Beakey pulled them in to the city.
Another two hours passed in to the night, as the total number of people had hit over 27,000. With the greatest luck, they could see the end of the line of people, just coming out of the forest. But that’s when the trap sprung. The line had reached halfway across the plain when there came a “scream” from the forest, then the sound of…
“Attack!” shouted a voice. Seconds later a load of Vikings started to pour out of the woods, screaming and shouting their battle cries.
“Vikings!” shouted a guard.
Again the warning bell rang, as soldiers ran through and around the castle, readying weapons and preparing for battle. But as I said the doors were still open and people were starting to run in. Some of the knights and Beakey were helping pull people in, until they saw the attack they drew swords and stood strong ready to hold the Vikings away from the people.
“Move!” shouted a knight pushing and rushing the people along.
People were screaming as they ran up in to the castle. The knights and Beakey trapped on the plain were fighting back.

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