I would be telling you 3 short stories from the Tenyiis. This is their origin of how they entangle themselves in battling around Splinterlands, their beginnings, their sacrifice and their promise.
Please sit back and enjoy the show.
The Beginning
"Catch that foul street rat!"
"Seize that thief!"
This is my everyday life. We steal to live, run to survive and beaten when caught. Everyday was a battle for survival. It's a survival not only for myself but for my clan who once reigned supreme before the cruel Khans stepped afoot on the foothills of Karguzd.
"What is this? Just a piee of bread?" said the man with sharp squinty eyes. He wear leather hide pants and boots. He is the one who took us in. The one we thought would save us when our father walked into battle.
'What a miserable pile of street rats. All of that for one piece of bread?" He added while kicking me in my stomach until I pass out.
Later, each night, you will hear someone scream, beg, curse and cry. It's just another day for us under the roof with a Khan. We sneak off the back if we can, go under thr hand dugged trench beneath the rusty fence towards the forest.
We wield a piece of stick each night and fight among each other. Eventually, these sticks will become swords. Those who never gave up and succeeded in forging their minds and bodies can eventually stand up and fight, not only for their own but the clan's honor and everyone's freedom. This is the story of my life. This is the story of the one who will be known as the Tenyii Striker.
The Sacrifice
The people of our clan fought well and hard. Our underwhelming numbers are backed by our immense training allowed us to eventually pushed back the Khans.
Everything was going well until a ruthless general of the Khans made this announcement.
"I am General Akhd'ul, ruler of South Ganz'ul. I congratulate you mighty warriors for delivering me these 50 skulls of my men. Now I brought another 5000 for you to fight. While you do that, I will rage fire from the bottom of the mountains to the top until no animals-- No! Until not even a weed comes to life."
"Now my mighty Tenyiis, you have until noon to decide whether you fight and blaze your own home or surrender and spare the young and elderly. Your time starts... NOW!"
Everyone was flustered, "D-Did he just said 5000?!?" The clan were merely a few hundreds including the new borns.
It was decided. The battle was a lost. It's not even a battle. Everyone's will to fight shattered. Even if we managed to miraculously win, without life to consume, only death awaits.
In a unanimous decision, we the proud warriors of Tenyii, surrendered to the Khans and became sacrifices to the heraldof the rift.
The Promise
Towards the rift we pass. Each one slowly goes on the wall of shame, biting their lips and, gritting their teeth, cursing each of the Khan's soldiers. Our eyes spoke with great vengeance. The Khan's officers smirking and laughing at our defeat. But little that everyone know, it was about the get worse on the other side.
At the other side of the rift was a nightmare. Giant worms over 500 meters tall, goblins of each species you can think of, living calamities that seems to move on their own, celestial beings and even dragons that you can only find in old books. These are the creatures that we are about to fight.
From the heavens, it descended, this mystical being that words cannot describe their looks. They spoke of themselves as the heralds. Inside our brains, a voice uttered, "Win, live. Lose, die. Choose, now."
Everyone's face paled but courage unwavered. That's not even a question.
"Live!" Everyone shouted. The mystical being flew towards the sky as if guiding us towards the battlefield. We took pieces of armors from our supposed to be predecessors. We marched in battle along other beings. Each one of us walked with a vow to swear revenge on the mighty and cruel Khans and to get back home to oir families and eventually restoring the honor of the Tenyiis.
Author's Notes
Author's Notes
These stories are based on the lore of Tenyii Striker that you can find on the game's website, Splinterlands.com.
However, this is still unofficial and fan made only. The original official lore can be found and is made by Splinterlands team.
- This post is an entry for Splinterland's Social Media Contest.
- Drawings found in this post without cited sources are owned and made by myself.
- Other sources that I do not own are cited under their respective photos.
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