Dragonkillerz5
12-04-2008, 07:44 PM
Hi everybody! I am making a series! Its going to be interesting, so come back to this thread continuously! NOTE: This Story does not have to do with the world of Xen.
Chapter 1: The Destruction Of Lordemere
The first week of a hot August hangs at the very, very top of summer, like the highest seat of a Ferris Wheel when it pauses in its slow turning. Only a small step up from spring, and a drop into the cold chill of autumn. But the first week of August is motionless, and of course, hot. It is suspiciously quiet, with the white shine of noon, and sunsets smeared with too much colour. These are strange and breathless days, when people are lead to do things they will be sorry for, or not.
Lordemere was once a realm of great beauty, an enchanted land. The great forests had vivid colours on each leaf, from top to bottom. The forests had a joyful, yet sleeping appearance like you would just like to curl up under one of the trees and take a little nap. The Capital city itself was a breathtaking place, from its floating spires, to its fountains that flow in impossible directions, to its gold statues of both High elven, human and dwarven heroes. The city was quite busy, with merchants, to visitors from another place.
The king paces back and fourth in the throne room, looking at the floor, never daring to look up. Suddenly, an emissary walks into the throne room. "My great lord, I am sorry to interrupt you, but we have something wrong." says the emissary.
"It is ok. What is going on?" asked the king
"My troops tell me that the northern mountains and forests have been plagued by undead and demonic creatures! They are heading this way to the city as we speak!" says the emissary.
"Alert the sentinels, they should be able to hold back the creatures at bay.
The sentinels (high elven and human elven corporation) were practically plowed threw by the wretched creatures. "Milord! They have destroyed the sentinels! My troops tell me they have destroyed ALL of the northern cities and towns. What shall we do?" asked the emissary.
"We are not going down without a fight. Assemble the troops!
In only 2 hours, the entire continents troops have been stationed in Lordemere. "We have all come together to protect our wondrous land. "We shall not give up!a Anar'glorie!" (elven for "For Lordemere!")shouts the King Azermyst. Suddenly, the sky turned from a vivid blue colour, to a dark, blackish purple-ish colour. Bolts of crimson red bolts shot from the sky at the troops and at the buildings, causing mass destruction. Then the centre of the sky, on top of the land turned into a spiral shape, and opened like a whirlpool. Green balls of demonic fire came shooting down from the sky, with smoke of a burning fire, yet decaying smell following.
The Great war has started.
Fighters, magicians, rogues and much more fought side by side, destroying these vile creatures. The undead destroyed buildings, troops and innocent villagers were destroyed. Suddenly the ground cracked and glowed green, and an infernal appeared. An infernal is a rocky demonic creature, but enchanted with the most vile spells. They hurled giant glowing rocks at the beautiful elven spires, killing innocent people and destroying them.
This is not finished yet, I gotta go, but it will be finished later
Chapter 1: The Destruction Of Lordemere
The first week of a hot August hangs at the very, very top of summer, like the highest seat of a Ferris Wheel when it pauses in its slow turning. Only a small step up from spring, and a drop into the cold chill of autumn. But the first week of August is motionless, and of course, hot. It is suspiciously quiet, with the white shine of noon, and sunsets smeared with too much colour. These are strange and breathless days, when people are lead to do things they will be sorry for, or not.
Lordemere was once a realm of great beauty, an enchanted land. The great forests had vivid colours on each leaf, from top to bottom. The forests had a joyful, yet sleeping appearance like you would just like to curl up under one of the trees and take a little nap. The Capital city itself was a breathtaking place, from its floating spires, to its fountains that flow in impossible directions, to its gold statues of both High elven, human and dwarven heroes. The city was quite busy, with merchants, to visitors from another place.
The king paces back and fourth in the throne room, looking at the floor, never daring to look up. Suddenly, an emissary walks into the throne room. "My great lord, I am sorry to interrupt you, but we have something wrong." says the emissary.
"It is ok. What is going on?" asked the king
"My troops tell me that the northern mountains and forests have been plagued by undead and demonic creatures! They are heading this way to the city as we speak!" says the emissary.
"Alert the sentinels, they should be able to hold back the creatures at bay.
The sentinels (high elven and human elven corporation) were practically plowed threw by the wretched creatures. "Milord! They have destroyed the sentinels! My troops tell me they have destroyed ALL of the northern cities and towns. What shall we do?" asked the emissary.
"We are not going down without a fight. Assemble the troops!
In only 2 hours, the entire continents troops have been stationed in Lordemere. "We have all come together to protect our wondrous land. "We shall not give up!a Anar'glorie!" (elven for "For Lordemere!")shouts the King Azermyst. Suddenly, the sky turned from a vivid blue colour, to a dark, blackish purple-ish colour. Bolts of crimson red bolts shot from the sky at the troops and at the buildings, causing mass destruction. Then the centre of the sky, on top of the land turned into a spiral shape, and opened like a whirlpool. Green balls of demonic fire came shooting down from the sky, with smoke of a burning fire, yet decaying smell following.
The Great war has started.
Fighters, magicians, rogues and much more fought side by side, destroying these vile creatures. The undead destroyed buildings, troops and innocent villagers were destroyed. Suddenly the ground cracked and glowed green, and an infernal appeared. An infernal is a rocky demonic creature, but enchanted with the most vile spells. They hurled giant glowing rocks at the beautiful elven spires, killing innocent people and destroying them.
This is not finished yet, I gotta go, but it will be finished later