Hi! This is Moat. Despite the fact I said that I wasn't going to continue the series, I decided to go ahead anyway, just not with player submitted characters. So all the characters in this story, and its sequels, will be my creations.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 1: The Past
The young soldier breathed heavily, his breath causing a small layer of mist to develop on the inside of his cold steel helmet. He'd been drafted just a few weeks ago, and had barely completed his training before he was sent right to the front, to the barren wasteland of the Game Development forum. He missed his family and home in the Games section, where it was warm and green. But he had no time to think about that now. The horrifying monsters approached, swinging their various instruments of death. The young man held his standard issue sword in a deathgrip, his knuckles turning white under his metal plated gloves. His heart pulsed speedily along with fear. The monsters assaulted his company. He saw the flash of blades, the spray of blood. And he saw himself and his friends losing, their blood spilling on the frozen ground.
The young monster held his club tightly. He hadn't wanted this. He'd never wanted to fight in the Great War, as it was being called. These humans...they could think just as well as he could. They could feel the pain as he attacked them. Yet he had no choice. It was kill or be killed. And as his commander ordered an attack, the monster saw the humans descending upon his comrades.
Hope you like! Idk when you'll be able to expect the next one.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 2: War Within, War Without
Dornan yawned and stretched. He'd just gotten up, and already it was time to go back to work. The young human had already established quite a name for himself as a diplomat. He walked down the cobblestone streets, ignoring the domesticated monsters who walked by him. See, these monsters were special. Most of the time they looked exactly human except for their eyes, until they went to battle. But the last time the humans and the monsters had been at war was about fifty years ago. Still, Dornan saw several people casting the monsters dirty looks and throwing junk at them. He ignored that too. This was everyday life.
Dornan walked into the Help building, where he worked. His tall, six-foot-four frame caused him to have to stoop so as not to whack his head on the doorway. He waved at the receptionist Mod, not even stopping, and walked into the main room. "Hello, Dornan. Glad you could make it," said Strop. His ninja outfit, normally flawless, was torn and bloodstained. "Strop," said Dornan, bowing respectfully. "Great. Now that the introductions are over, could we focus on the problem at hand?" snapped Jarel, waving his pale hand impatiently. "Very well," said Dornan. He glanced around. Jarel, Strop, Chaumin, and Tyren. Plus Moat, who had been invited to their war meeting. "Right," said Strop, the war general. "The Newgrounders have gotten bolder. They've just attacked the towns on the northern outskirts of the Game Development forum, but we managed to divide their forces and bottle them up in separate threads." "It doesn't matter if we've got them contained!" growled Tyren, supply leader. "We are still losing hundreds of men every day to this war! We are going to lose if this continues!" "Which still begs the case I brought up in the last meeting!" said Jarel. "Moat, why won't you help us?" "I told you this before. It's not my problem. A war between Newgrounds and ArmorGames is none of my business, and I want no part in unbalancing it!" replied Moat, banging his gauntleted fist on the maple table. "But we will lose without you," Chaumin tried to persuade him "The war may be going badly for ArmorGames, but I don't care if you lose," growled Moat. Dornan winced in despair. Was there no way that ArmorGames and its residents would survive?
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 3: Another Side
Reyhan walked down the cobblestone path, ignoring the glares of humans. The young monster went to the armory. He sat down, preparing to forge an Armatar. The hot sparks from the Paint flew all over him, but he couldn't be burned. The other smiths, humans, spoke quietly in the corner. Reyhan just knew they were talking about him, how they had allowed a monster to be one of the ArmorGames smiths. He ignored it, but anger strengthened his blows with the hammer,and when he was finally done with his Armatar, it looked quite squashed. He growled and kept working, ignoring the others.
Reyhan strode quickly down to the swords arena. He was actually extremely good with weapons, and added to his smith's income with pay from the arena. He'd wanted to help ArmorGames in the war against Newgrounds, but the soldiers were human-only. Apparently the Armorgamian humans still didn't quite trust the monsters, after fifty years.Reyhan shoved his pass in the guard's face, and was allowed in, to fight. He drew his gigantic two-handed sword. On either side of it were wicked barbs all down the blade. They glinted in the hot afternoon sun. His opponent, a human, stood shaking at the other end of the arena, gripping his short sword. The people crowded around in their seats watched eagerly. Reyhan swung his sword, easily twice the size of the human's, at his shoulder. The young man managed to parry the blow, dodged, and tried for a jab at Reyhan's hip. Reyhan whacked him very hard on the head with his pommel, causing the young fighter to stumble back and drop his weapon. Reyhan drew his sword back, then sent it in a vicious sideswipe. It took the man in the shoulder, and blood spattered everywhere; armor, swords, spectators. His shoulder was about half gone now, Reyhan's barbs having taken care of most of the skin. The boy slipped on a puddle of his own blood and fell to the ground, unarmed. Reyhan had won. Now he had a choice; help his foe up or kill him. "KILL KILL KILL KILL!" roared the audience. Reyhan stood there, contemplating. Then, he offered his hand to his enemy and helped him up.
ArmorGames. Long ago the monsters immigrated to AG, and then there was the AG Civil War(which is depicted in Chapter 1). And it's sorta like monsters are just a different race of ArmorGamers.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 4: The Only Hope Dornan grinned. The pitter patter of cooling raindrops felt good on his face. Lightning flashed in the distance. Dornan pulled himself astride his chestnut horse, and rode down to his house, which would no doubt be drier. Dornan frowned as lightning struck very close to town, and urged his horse to go a little faster. Then, he realized that the bright flashes of light in the sky wasn't lightning; it was the explosions of flame and lightning spells that Newgrounders were employing against the armies of AG. Seeing a press gang, a group of people working for the military to draft new recruits for the war, as it was going badly, Dornan bowed his head and pulled his hood over his face. He urged his horse into a canter and gave the press gang a wide berth. Important as Dornan might be, the king was getting desperate and the press gang would take anyone. The young man sighed and pulled the hood back from his pale but handsome face. How much longer could AG stand this war?
Seeing huddled groups of monsters and people who had no shelter, the young man felt sorry for them. People were dying in the war, and it was difficult to find work. It was either suffer or go to the war, for most people. Running his left hand(Dornan is left-handed) through his soaked short black hair, Dornan thanked Moat that he had been born into a wealthy family. He'd been given the option of diplomat from birth. He still had to work his hands off, but in a different way. Dornan wished that monsters and humans could get along; the monsters' unrivaled strength and skill with weapons would be a huge boost to the war effort. It would certainly turn the tables. Seeing how the weakened monsters and humans worked together to shelter each other from the rain, Dornan wondered why stronger people and monsters couldn't do the same. It might be AG's only hope.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 5:
Reyhan whistled out of tune as he walked down the rain-spattered cobblestones. He loved the rain. People and monsters huddled against the freezing water; people who had no place to dry out could die from the cold if they got too wet. Feeling bad for them, Reyhan offered several of the groups blankets; he had plenty to spare. He ignored the press gangs; they weren't interested in monsters; and walked along. Suddenly, a small group of people that Reyhan had assumed was a press gang approached. Feeling wary, Reyhan walked faster. But the group grabbed him, and before he knew it, his head met with somebody's knee, and he went out cold.
Reyhan groaned and tried to hold his bloody, bruised forehead, but his hands were tied. He was in a dark sidestreet. The rain had stopped, and he was surrounded by five humans. Their faces were covered by hoods. One of them walked up to him. "Hey, hey, monster," he said, his voice cruel and quiet. He punched Reyhan in the stomach. Reyhan doubled over. The others laughed. The leader gripped Reyhan's face tightly. "You tried to help people. I saw you. But you're not a human, you're a monster. You tortured humans fifty years ago, and I don't think you're gonna forget that habit any time soon. So I want you to leave. Now." said the leader, his grimy, shadowed face less than an inch from Reyhan's. He pressed a knife up against the monster's throat.
Hey why is Strop still here! You said you weren't going to use anybody from AG anymore. Anyways... It's still a pretty good story, Keep up the good work Moat!
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 6: A Helping Hand
Dornan sighed as the rain stopped. He brought his horse to a stop and got off. The "lightning" could still be seen in the distance. He was about to remount when he saw a monster being dragged into an alley. He winced. He didn't want to get involved, but there seemed not much else he could do. He followed the group of humans and their monster charge.
Dornan saw the humans pressing a knife against the monster's throat. The young man hurled his knife at them. He wasn't very good, having just acquired the knife for protection, and the knife flew wide, but it got their attention. The humans ran towards him, ignoring the monster. Dornan's eyes grew wide. Although he had been trained for battle(diplomats do need to learn how to fight to prevent assassinations)he was unarmed. He looked to the monster. "Sword!" he yelled, as the humans got closer to him. The monster managed to toss him a huge, barbed two handed sword even with his hands tied. Dornan caught it, but dropped it. It must've weighed more than he did. "Lighter sword!" he shouted. The monster managed to toss him one of the attackers' long knives. Dornan caught it, and fought the humans. He easily evaded the untrained foes. He slashed at one of their faces, and they backed away. Dornan, expecting that, brought his knife down in a lightning-fast sidecut. It was successful and the attacker's throat was slit. Dornan turned around just in time to parry and dodge four incoming blades. Speedily, he slashed back and forth in a zigzag pattern going to all of them. Most of the attack was successful, and the attackers retreated, gripping their cuts. The victorious ambassador walked over to the monster and cut his bonds. Rubbing his hands, the monster thanked him. Dornan ignored him and walked away. He didn't much care for monsters himself. "Hey! Wait!" shouted the monster, running up to him. "What?" said Dornan, trying to remain neutral. "Thank you. My name is Reyhan," said the monster "Yeah? My name is Dornan. Now leave me alone," said Dornan, getting annoyed. "I owe you a life debt!" said Reyhan "I really don't want anything, so if you don't mind, just go," snapped Dornan. "Wait!" said Reyhan. "I can help you." "With what?" said Dornan "Well, do you need help with anything?" said Reyhan, trying to be helpful. Dornan sighed. Apparently, this thing didn't get the message. He might as well play along. "Actually, if you could get your people to join the war effort against Newgrounds, that'd be nice," said Dornan, narrowing his eyes. "Okay" said Reyhan. Dornan turned around. "You're serious? You actually think you can do that?" he asked, shocked. "Of course," said Reyhan. Dornan slowly extended his hand. "Then it's a deal," he said. They shook hands.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 7: Duty
The young holy knight knelt at the feet of the priest. He removed his heavy gold helmet, revealing a shiny bald head. "Sir," he said respectfully, not raising his head. "Rise, friend," said the cleric of Moat. The knight stood and replaced his helmet. "What would you like me to do, sir?" asked the knight. "You know the diplomat and the monster who have been repeatedly trying to get monsters the right to join the war?" said the cleric. "Yes, sir. It's getting a lot of attention," said the knight. "Well, Zarok, my friend, I want you to get them to stop. Monsters and humans do not mix. I was in the AG Civil War. I saw what those creatures did to my friends, and there is no going back from that. Dornan and Reyhan think they can just come back and say that it's all right, that monsters need to join us in the war against the Newgrounders? That is wrong. The humans can take care of ourselves. We did so in the Civil War, and we will do so now. Without the help of those filthy creatures. Tis Moat's will," said the cleric, spitting out every word. "Yes, sir," said Zarok "Thank you, Zarok. Moat will be proud of you. You are doing your duty," said the cleric.
