Steef tales... A romance...

[Jordan]

I'm gonna start writing a new fic here. Don't worry Odd twins fans, I'll still be posting chapters for that.
So, here I go, enjoy!


Saran stood proudly in line with all the other soldiers, who were steefs, like him.
He'd finally proved himself to be a powerful warrior, and he served Lord Nabian.
The Steefs had large, muscular bodies, and they stood silently, listening intently to their ruler.

Nabian galloped in between the rows, roaring with pride.
"You've done well, men!" he shouted, followed by many salutes from the soldiers.
"As you well know, the great Oddworldian war is looming towards us. You're finally ready for the raging war in front of you!"
Many steefs roared and beat their chests with their large hands.
Saran grinned and cheered with all the others. He'd never felt this happy in a while, since the death of his mother, him and his father had been very lonely for a long time.

One by one, the mighty Steefs galloped through the saloon-like doors of the bar. They stood against the wide walls, and drank their ale.
"I'm proud of you, son!" Saran's father chuckled, and he patted his son on the back.
"Thanks dad!" Saran grinned. He gulped his Opple cider from the metal jug in his hand.

All night long the new warriors partied, and many of them had found themselves some girls. Except Saran, who retreated into the bar and spoke with the bartender, who was a Clakker.
"My, you've grown so much!" the female Clakker said in a strong western voice.
Saran smiled and ordered more beer.
"Say, get out there, and find yourself a girl!" the bartender encouraged, but Saran shook his head and laughed.
He wasn't very good with the ladies, they usually kicked him between the back legs and ran off. This concerned him dearly, he wondered if he'd ever be able to have any children when he was older.

The partying went into the woods, and the sound of wet splashing was heard from afar. The woods had a large spring, and many Steefs hung lights and banners all over the place every night, and they put loud music on full blast.
Saran watched enviously as trees went flying in all directions, and the giggling of girls became louder.
He'd always been excluded from the groups, and it surprised the other warriors when Saran had worked hard enough to get a six pack.
"You okay?" his father asked, as he exited the bar.
"Yeah..." Saran said unsurely, and he frowned.
"Come on, do you wanna get home or do you want another drink?" Saran's father said to his son.
"Nah, let's get going..."

"Dad...? Did you party a lot when you were my age?" Saran asked curiously.
"Back in my day it was all about partying, if you didn't go mad, you'd get beat up or something..."
They trotted up the moonlit mountainside, and the pine trees below swished as the wind blew them side to side hypnotically.
Saran's father stoof at the edge and watched the trees.
"Wait a minute... Something isn't right!" he exclaimed. His face went white, and his brown eyes were large with fear.
A pebble crumbled under their feet. And Saran's father slipped dangerously, and he slid off the edge. Luckily he clasped the side of the rock face, and he hung on for dear life...

[Arxryl]

Pretty cool! That sounds like a pretty good story!

[Spirrow]

Not bad, Jordan. Everybody making fanfic with Oddworld wars in it. Nice.

[Jordan]

Thanks for the comments you two! A new chapter'll be coming soon.

[Slaveless]

Pretty nice, the story obviousily gave me a clear vision of the basic areas around here. Keep up the good work!

I am wondering how this will continue.....

[Alf Shall Rise]

Cool. I like war - based things.

[Dancing Steef]

Hmmm exciting! Please write some more I really want to know what happens next ^^

[Jordan]

Pretty nice, the story obviousily gave me a clear vision of the basic areas around here. Keep up the good work!

I am wondering how this will continue.....

Thanks Slaveless!

Cool. I like war - based things.

Oh, it's gonna be war-based alright!

Hmmm exciting! Please write some more I really want to know what happens next ^^

Thanks, I'm glad ya like it!

I've been wondering, how would Steefs sit down on chairs and do other stuff? Oh god, I'm confused...
So, thanks for all the compliments people! Here's this week's chapter!


Saran shouted in fear. He bent over the edge and grabbed his father's large fist. "It's gonna be okay!" he said reasuringly.
"I hope so..." his father roared with clenched teeth.
The panicked Steef looked around him. In the far distance, inside the swaying trees, something caught his eye. A bright yellow twinkle burned through the dark branches.
Saran leapt to the floor, still clasping his father's hands.

A blazing arrow skimmed his long brown hair and singed it right through the middle. "Outlaws..." he muttered.
He pulled some more, it was much harder when he was lying down.
"Son, just leave me! It's draining you!" his father cried, sweat trickling across his cheek.
Saran shook his head. He heard soft footsteps behind him, but he didn't dare look back in case his father let go.
"What the-?" a gruff voice said.
"Who's there? Help me!"
The male Steef galloped towards Saran, and looked down at the Steef dangling from the cliff edge. Saran looked up and saw Nabian's face.
"Are you okay?" he said, and he grabbed the Steef's arm and heaved.
Saran's father was pulled up with ease from Nabian.

He panted heavily, and he spat on the ground fiercely.
"Grikner? Is that you?" the other Steef laughed, and he slapped Saran's father on the bare back.
"Nabian!" chuckled Grikner, and he smiled broadly.
Nabian turned to Saran. "What happened here?"
"Sir, he tripped on the rock!" he explained, and he pointed at the indent in the rock some of it had crumbled away.
Nabian nodded. "You don't want to stay around here men. It's very dangerous around these parts."
Saran remembered the arrow. "There's another thing sir... You see, an arrow came at me from the trees."
Nabian looked grimly at the many trees. "That's what I came here for, there have been many complaints about Outlaws. I've come to deal with them."
Grikner nodded. "Thankyou so much, my old friend!" And he shook hands with Nabian.
"Don't mention it!" Nabian grinned, and he trotted off down a mountainside path.
Saran and his father went upwards, and came to their cave.

Grikner pushed down on a sharp rock jutting out from the outside cave wall. A niche in the wall moved backwards, and slid into the cave, and disappeared. Saran sighed and slouched on an armchair.
Grikner yawned loudly. "Son, I'm going to bed. Don't drink too much, and have the TV on low, or have headphones on. G'night."
Saran waved goodnight to his father and waited until he went through the doorway to his bedroom.
He stood up, walked to the wall, and closed the door with another rock.

After grabbing a can of beer from the fridge, Saran rested on his armchair, and powered the widescreen TV on. All night long, he watched the new film on Syk movies, Citizen Siege. He fell asleep, and snored away.

Right, to clarify things. I have no idea how Saran sat down. Syk, is an anagram of Sky, and it's Oddworld's version of Sky TV. Lol...

[Venks]

Just wanted to say I love your story can't wait till the next chapter!

[Jordan]

Woo! Finally! Thanks for the comment! I was waiting for someone to post so I could post a new chapter. Another'll be coming soon! I'm glad you like it Venks!

[Venks]

Hehe I just recently read it, I never noticed how many good storys there are in the fan corner. I really like where the story is going, hoping to see more soon!

[Jordan]

Ack, it's nearly on the second page.
Okay, I've decided that these kind of Steef only have two legs. I figured it would be impossible for the Steef to do certain things, and I just thought of this.

Here's another character's point of view, and anyone who's seen my art, they'll know her.

The cool and refreshing water swam around a pair of hooves.
Life burst through the environment, birds sung beautifully, plants grew high and green, the sunlight feeding their hunger.
Anette looked up, and smiled dreamily as her leg fur was cooled off.
Hot sun rays were shining down, even at 6.00am at morning.
All night long Anette had tossed and turned, something bothering her.
It was her father, in some time he'll be going to war.
She had been training to become a nurse, to aid her Steef tribe when they were injured whilst fighting.
She'd been taught powerful healing spells, in case supplies were short. The magic is for a last resort only, and if overused, it could destroy the caster.

"Anette, dear?" a voice called.
Anette turned her head, and saw her mother walking through the vine-covered archway leading into the courtyard.
"Yes mother?" she called, as she slipped her legs out of the water.
"I need you to go to the market for me. Andréa is waiting for you, she says she's got something for you." explained her mother.
Andréa was Anette's aunty, who was very fond of her niece, and always had lots of things to pass down to her.
Anette nodded. She hugged her mother, and carried on.

The market was a busy place, Steef women hustled and bustled about the place, carrying baskets of flower and fruit upon their heads. Several stalls stood around the sides, where people sold all kinds of goods.
Anette looked around, looking for her aunt. But there were so many towns-people, it was difficult to discover one single being.
After minutes of searching, Anette heard her name being called. She looked for where it came from, and saw Andreá perched on a bench with a willow planted next to it.
"Hello, my dear!" said Andréa sweetly.
Anette waved and smiled at her aunt. She went sat herself down on the seat.
"Right, I said I'd got something for you." Andréa reminded her niece.
The Steef pulled something golden from her blue shirt pocket, it glimmered in her hand.
Anette sat patiently, waiting to see what the item was.
"This, was your grandmother's..." stated Andréa, and she opened her hand, and on her palm was a beautiful golden locket.
One could see their face reflected on its shiny surface.
"I-it's wonderful!" gasped Anette, in awe.
Andréa beamed. "And it's all yours!"

Anette clasped her locket happily. "What's inside?" she asked, and attempted to open the artifact. It was like it was locked together with glue.
"No one could ever pry it open. It's a complete mystery..." Andréa said finally. "Mother was always a secret-keeper..."

[mathew9r]

Jordan_Boi i love your story's thay are so cool.

[Slaveless]

Hmm. I like how some people choose to have chapters including information that provides a whole event in the story waiting to come. You have done well, young one. Carry on.

[Gabiar]

Good read, mate ;p