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Scythe and the Fall of Armor.

Posted Oct 24, '09 at 1:59pm

KingOfAthlum

KingOfAthlum

120 posts

Before you read this, you must know that you can't use any of the material for your own stories without my or Braketh's permission. I give special thanks to Pazx,Manta,Goumas, and DudeGuy. And I also thank Braketh for continuing the story when I was not able to. The first two chapters aren't much but a description. But I hope you enjoy it anyway.

The Return of Scythe and the Fall of Armor.

Chapter 1: The Return.

All who remembered him died long ago. But now he was back. Upon his return he brought forth the armies of the undead, and a darkness of unimaginable proportions. That which even the worst nightmares could not conjure. This being of darkness was Scythe. Having lived longer than most the beings of Armor. He had the knowledge of the ages. A knowledge which he planned to use in the destruction of Armor and all who stood for it.

Over two thousand years ago Scythe had been the most powerful and just ruler Armor had ever seen, and has yet to see since. Scythe was the first king to bring all of the kingdoms under one rule. This new land he named Armor. It became a great nation. All who lived there were blessed, war was non-existant and peace was in the air. But like all great rulers there is one battle none could win. The  battle with death. The greatest enemy man had ever faced. And like any other man Scythe became deathly ill. During his reign he had taught the people not to fear death, but to except it. For upon death, all ascended to a greater place where pain was banished from the mind. His loyal subjects hearing of their great rulers decline, expected he would die and so they did not mourn but congratulated him. For he would finally get the rest they all believed was well earned. Scythe thought otherwise, death was not the path for him. No one knows to this day how he did it. But somehow Scythe cheated death through some supernatural cause. Yet at what cost, his body deteriorated, though he looked and smelled like that of the dead. He was alive and just as powerful as before. To hide his appearance from the people. Blue cloth was wrapped around his body. Covering his newly attained attributes. The people began to despise Scythe for this. For why would a ruler who preached that death was a virtue not want to join it. People began to question other preachings. Finally he lost control of them and they revolted, burning everything in his castle. Though Scythe had the power to destroy them all, he could not. For he loved his people even during this. Scythe left Armor, many believed he had died in the fire. But he would one day return and take back the throne of Armor. 

Far to the north Scythe waited patiently, so patient was he that two thousand years passed before he made his move. But during that two thousand years his mind had been poisoned. One of his subjects still believed in him, her name was Pazx. She believed in him so much that she began to hate those who had betrayed her master. And with this hate she brainwashed Scythe into destroying Armor instead of reclaiming it. She also convinced him to let her have powers from the darkside and to make her his queen. And so Pazx became the Queen of Darkness.

Scythe with his new found hatred for Armor realized that having an army would make things all the easier for him. With his power he brought forth the armies of the undead. But then every good lord has a general he thought. And so from the darkness forged a general who's power was only exceeded by Scythe himself. This general was Goumas.

And finally Goumas found it a necessity to have one that could operate apart from the army. A sort of extension to it. One who could reach far behind enemy lines without detection. Scythe knew what Goumas wanted. An assassin, for if the enemies leaders were taken out prior to the battles their morale would be crushed. This Dark Assassin was called Manta. Bearing a cloak of sea weed, he could breath on land and under water. His skin had a blue tint to it and at the end of each finger was a sharp nail made of an unrustable steel as was that of his teeth. Webbing between all of his toes and fingers gave him a great advantage over humans in the water. He was the ultimate hunting machine.

With everything complete, Scythe sent forth his Dark forces.

Chapter 2: An Evil Plot.

        Pazx looked out over the land from her dark tower. The armies were marching out today. And a spectacle it was. Over six hundred thousand undead soldiers walked across the black plains. They all marched in rythm with the war drums, metal clanking against metal. This war would be over soon she thought. How she longed to be loved by all the people of Armor once again. As she had been over two thousand years ago. A shadow stirred behind her. Rising from the shadows was a dark form, DudeGuy stood before her. Having the ability to morf into shadow and bend it to his will he was a valuable spy. "Ah, I've been awaiting your return. What news do you bring me of Scythe's plans?" Pazx had turned to greet her good friend. DudeGuy bowed to her. "Lord Scythe will not destroy the city. Something inside of him is holding tight. He will reclaim the throne. But I still believe you could convince him into destroying it." DudeGuy braced himself for the wrath of his dark lady. Her nostrils flared with rage. "What a stupid old fool he is!!!" She screeched. "He has power, all the power in the entire world! Yet he will not use it, just because they are his people!!! Where were his people when he fell ill, who believed in him when all others despised him. Me! It was me, not THEM!!" She turned away from him. Pointing her gaze towards the armies once again. "GO, get out of my sight. I'll call for you later." DudeGuy disappeared into the shadows. Leaving his lady in her anger. She would come up with a plan he thought, she always does.

        Goumas rode his skeletal dragon high above the army. Watching their every move, though he knew none of them would act with their dark general flying overhead. Being the general was a daunting task. For if he failed to win this war Scythe would destroy him, which he could do easily. But with an army this powerful he expected there would be very little war, most fights would be an onslaught. Also being so high above ground gave Goumas a tactical advantage over enemies. Not only could he spot their moves quickly. He could also pick out strategical positions before hand. He could then tell his field commanders what to do through their minds. And they would in turn give commands to the soldiers themselves. Everything was going as planned, now he just had to wait for battle.

        The Manta swam through the swampy waters of the boglands. Far south of his lords position. Though he wished to be out killing, he did not mind scouting. It did give him a chance to think about how he longed for an opportunity to kill something. How he wanted to drive his sharp claws deep into the flesh of another being. At that moment something on the bank caught his eye. A man walked along the water sword on his hip. Obviosly a guard on patrol.  Manta laughed at this, what a fool he thought. Surely he knew to stay away from the waters edge. Without thought  Manta swam a little ahead of the man. His planned mapped out already in his mind. Then he veered back toward the man speeding through the murky waters undetected. He leaped out his steel claws bared. The man jumped back startled at the sight of this creature flying towards him. The man reached for his sword desperatly but it was to late. Manta had already  thrust his claws deep into his chest. A small splutter came from the man's throat as if he was chocking. Blood ran from his mouth as he fell to the ground. Manta looked into his prey's eyes as his final breath cryed out. Manta stood removing his claws, and then  knelt near the water washing his bloodied hands. He then jumped back into the swampy waters hoping for another kill to come.

 

Posted Oct 24, '09 at 2:02pm

Ernie15

Ernie15

12,548 posts

Knight

Very nice! May I please be in the next chapter? :)

 

Posted Oct 24, '09 at 2:11pm

goumas13

goumas13

4,486 posts

Really amazing story, I really enjoyed reading it. It's excellent, stupendous, enchanting, exotic, intriguing and captivating.

 

Posted Oct 24, '09 at 2:16pm

dudeguy45

dudeguy45

2,594 posts

SUPERB! But why are there only period marks?

 

Posted Oct 24, '09 at 3:06pm

Braketh

Braketh

67 posts

I can't wait to see what you do with the rest of this story.

 

Posted Oct 24, '09 at 6:25pm

the_manta

the_manta

3,006 posts

Excellent!

But might I point out that there were just a few grammatical and spelling errors? No matter, it didn't take away from the overall effect, which was incredible!

 

Posted Nov 1, '09 at 1:43am

KingOfAthlum

KingOfAthlum

120 posts

Here is the second part, though I don't think it is as good as the first part I hope you like it. Special thanks to Ernie for joining the story. Feel free to give me idea's on how to improve my writing. I'd like to make it as enjoyable as I possibly can for you the reader.

Chapter 3: The Light Endures.

Ernie walked down the sunlit corridors of the temple. His white robes concealed the giant blade latched around his waist. Being a warrior monk he was allowed to carry a weapon at all times, even when in the temple. But he hadn't found a reason to carry it. Other than mastering his combat skills there was no reason. His thoughts were disturbed as he reached the huge oak doors which led into the council chambers. He placed one hand on each door and pushed them wide letting the light from the hallway seep in. The men already seated at the large table turned to greet their fellow council member. Ernie nodded politely to each and everyone of them and took his place at the head of the table. Without a pause he began to speak, his voice though he tried to remain calm was ramped with fear. "Most of you are wondering I presume, why I called this meeting? He questioned rhetorically. "There is a matter at hand that can not be ignored, though none of you can sense it. An evil being, one of unimaginable power has returned to Armor. Do not ask me how I know this. Just heed my words of wisdom, for I speak of death,  not only to the people of Armor but to us as well." He had seized the council's attention. "It is our duty as defenders of the light, to destroy this evil and protect all of those who are not." Ernie paused as an evil creature entered the room. But he could not see it. A cold chill ran down his spine. He felt for his sword, ready to attack the dark force. As did all the other men, for they had sensed its presence too.

DudeGuy lept from one monks shadow to the next. Being careful not to rest in the light, for if he did there would be no hope of spying on their meeting. He knew they had detected him already, but if he did not touch any of them the feeling would turn into a mere sense of being watched. Which everyone had from time to time, including DudeGuy. Though it wasn't a plesent sense. People could function through it. DudeGuy stood in the shadow of what he believed to be the warrior monk's leader. Waiting for their fear to pass so they would continue their meeting.        

The other monk's began to calm down. Removing their hands from their weapons. But Ernie wasn't fooled by this shadow creatures sudden silence. He knew it still watched them.  Ernie concentrated, searching for the source of this evil. " Wherever you are, I suggest you leave." Ernie turned around on the spot drawing his weapon as he did. His actions were so quick that DudeGuy had no chance to move. The blade cut deep into DudeGuy's arm. Black blood splattered across Ernie's white robes. DudeGuy shrieked in pain speeding out the doorway. Ernie gave chase, knowing he would never be able to catch a shadow. He at least hoped to scare it off. His warrior's followed him, weapons at the ready. Though they could not see the enemy. The only lead they had was a trail of black blood. Their chase ended at the temple's main gate. Being seperate from the city itself, the temple was surrounded by trees. And even with all the dark blood it would be impossible to track down their enemy. Ernie shut the gates  and put an enchantment on it, in hope that it would be able to keep any other dark beings away for the duration of their meeting. He knew that whatever had been spying on them would not be back for some time. Cleaning the blood off his sword with his sleeve. He signaled the others to return to the temple. The other monks did not question Ernie or say a word as they went back into the temple, they knew that was only the beginning of the darkness to come. But for the time being light endured over dark.

Chapter 4: The First Battle.

Goumas leaned forward, his skeletal dragon swooped down into the ranks of the enemy force. A scream of agony rang in Goumas's ears as he plunged his spear into the chest of an opposing soldier. The battle was going as he had hoped. His force was unstoppable, overpowering all in its path. He laughed at the fear in his enemies eyes. But something suddenly pushed the enemy to fight harder. They began to gain back the ground lost to them only moments ago. Goumas watched from above as his undead warriors began to fall. Fear ran down his spine, the shock that his army was not invincible scared him. The image of Scythe destroying him burned into his eyes. Goumas took his beast down into the ranks. This move broke up the fighting long enough for his men to recover and take control of the battle once again. The enemy force began to retreat. "Track down those scared fools!!!" Goumas yelled trying to shake the fear out of his voice. He pulled up into the sky watching as his undead soldiers killed the fleeing enemy. This battle came to close to call.  How great it would be he thought. Standing at his lords side, overlooking the burning hell which at one point had been called Armor. He could almost hear the cries of the people as their homes burned. As they were thrust into slavery. Obeying his every order without hesitation. He imagined the power he would have. The fear people would feel as his gaze fell upon them. That day would be the greatest day of his life. But Goumas knew this war was going to be more of a fight than he had presumed.  His eyes burned with anger wishing this war was over when it had barely even begun. If only that day of glory was here he thought as he flew in the direction of his fleeing  enemy.

The silence was deafening in the dark tower. Pazx was lonely now that the armies were gone. But suddenly the silence was shattered by a rasping breath. DudeGuy appeared from the shadowy corners of her room, clutching his arm tight. "What happened to you?" Pazx giggled at her friend. "If you must know my lady, a dumb monk nearly cut my arm off." DudeGuy could barely talk above a whisper. "You should be more careful, I can't afford to lose you. Let me heal it for you." She raised her hand. Saying words of an old language. DudeGuy's wound healed right before his eyes. She interrupted him before he could thank her. "I need you to do something for me." She gave him a quick glance. He knelt before her. "Anything for you my lady."  She began to laugh as she wove her dark plan.

 

Posted Nov 1, '09 at 1:57am

Braketh

Braketh

67 posts

Excellent, keep up the good work. But I suggest you make the chapters a little longer and be sure to make them smoother too. It just felt like it was a little to choppy.

 

Posted Nov 1, '09 at 9:05am

dudeguy45

dudeguy45

2,594 posts

Ow. Ow. Ow. Good thing it was my left arm.

 

Posted Nov 1, '09 at 11:05am

Ernie15

Ernie15

12,548 posts

Knight

I like this one a lot better than the first. See if you can guess why. :D

 
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