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The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 17: The Future

The young human struggled to breathe as the monster pressed him against the wall. The human choked and pummeled the monster, fighting. But then, the soldiers of Kong approached and tore down the doors. And their differences were forgotten for a while; the way the humans treated the monsters and the other way around. They fought together, because it was the only way to survive.
And the Holy Knights were proven right after all. The humans and monsters couldn't mix. But still they lived on, with the loss of both races becoming the greater because neither could truly forget the past and live with each other. And all of this has happened before; it will happen again. Unless the cycle of violence is broken. But with societies battling each other for power, never can this be achieved. And the world is as it was meant to be built by Moat; balanced. Love and hate. Peace and war. Evil and good. Rebellion and law. And it all comes together in the heat of battle, when survival is at stake.


THE END

And now that Book 2 has drawn to a close(with far less success than Book 1, I must admit), look out for Book 3!

Wow! That was fast. Too Fast. And yea...it wasn't as exciting as the first one because the characters weren't AG people. =[

And you forgot to put everything in one post.

Here's the complete version.

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.

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.


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: Rain and Pain

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.


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.


The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 8: Present

The young AG soldier braced himself against the oncoming hordes of Newgrounders. General Strop himself had joined this battle, but it simply wasn't enough. Even with his amazing kicks and the AG members' best efforts, the Newgrounders were winning. The soldier saw one of his friends decapitated, his head flying onto the red snow. The soldier was filled with a fury. He slashed and hacked and parried, not even caring who he was attacking. But even that was not enough. The Newgrounders pressed them into a corner. The soldier felt himself being bashed, cut, wounded, but he kept fighting. But it was no use. As the people around him were cut down where they stood by Newgrounds warriors, the young soldier knew there was no hope. They needed something else, reinforcements to tip the battle. Or else they would lose, and all of AG would be lost to the Newgrounders.


The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 9: Words, Words

"Listen to me! This may be ArmorGames' last chance to tip the scales on the war against Newgrounds! Men and women are fighting and dying, and we are losing; everyone knows it! Should the Newgrounders reach the capital threads, ArmorGames will forever be lost to us. So hear me out! This will turn the tables, put forth several fresh, strong soldiers at our command in the war! If we allow the monsters to fight alongside us in the war, we will have a much higher chance of winning! The Tankmen won't know what hit them!" spoke Dornan, using his eloquence and charisma to its fullest degree. Several of the Junior Moderators seemed sold to the idea. One of them stood.
"Hear hear!" exclaimed Papi, leader of the Moderators, drawing his rapier and holding it aloft. Hammy, lead guitarist for the hit band KMFJB( Kill M'F'ing Jonas Brothers) joined him.
"I agree. This is the only way to win this war," Hammy said. The other members of his band immediately agreed. Nicho and Rion, the heroes who had stopped the evil maniac Ping and Shank, and who had also helped bring Strop back, stood as well.
"I agree," said Rion
"He's right. We must put aside our differences. The past is the past," said Nicho. But then, a tall, bald, muscular Holy Knight made his way through the crowd.
"Hello, friends," he said, his baritone voice both powerful and soothing at the same time. "My name is Zarok. And I too, have something to say. We have staved off these monsters for fifty years. Are we now, just now, going to give them our arms and allow them to save us, because we are having a difficult war? Allow me to remind you all what they did to us in the Civil War. Torture. Murder. Betrayal. And you want to invite these, these...things into our military ranks? Do you realize that's just the chance they've been waiting for to destroy us once and for all? They killed thousands of men, women, children, in the Civil War. We cannot simply forget that and move on. Because they will not forget. They will not forgive. And right now, in the midst of what must be the most challenging war the ArmorGames members have ever faced, we cannot show weakness. We cannot make allies with our enemies. Because our backs will be stabbed, and then we will lose for certain. We, the humans, won the Civil War. We beat them. And we can beat the Newgrounders without any help. We...are...ARMORGAMES!" said Zarok, waxing eloquent. Several cheers went up from the crowd, and Dornan cringed. This would not be easy. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure he was comfortable with the notion of an alliance with the monsters himself. Was Zarok right?


The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 10: Stronger Measures

Dornan got off the podium he'd been using to address the crowd, his head still spinning with notions of betrayal by the monsters. Perhaps the Holy Knight was correct. After all, the monsters had killed humans fifty years ago; why should now be any different? Still preoccupied and not paying attention, Dornan walked straight into the waiting mob of Holy Knights.
"Hello," one of them said. "Feel like giving up on your fool's alliance with the monsters?"
"What?" Dornan said, confused.
"Oh, well then." said another. "Guess we'll have to kill you." and so saying, he drew his sword.
"Let's go," said the leader. They dragged Dornan to a smaller, more subdued road. Dornan's ankles and feet were bloody by the time they got to their destination.
"After ten years of fighting with those things, did you really think you could make a deal with them?" spat the leader.
"It's the only way," grunted Dornan, not wanting to show weakness and his own misgivings about this alliance.
"Well, it doesn't matter. Cuz we will kill you and then this will all be over with. Tis Moat's will," said another Holy Knight. Dornan winced and waited for the sword to cut his throat. But it never happened. Suddenly, a dark shape appeared and fought off the Holy Knights, swinging a huge barbed sword this way and that. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Holy Knights retreated in the face of battle fury. Reyhan turned to Dornan.
"Guess we're even," said the monster, grinning. But then, there was a BOOOM! and it was repeated several times. It shook the walls surrounding the city, and dust was dislodged from several places. Cracks began to appear.
"ATTACK!" bellowed the gate sentry. "THE NEWGROUNDERS HAVE REACHED THE CITY!"

The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 11: The Battle For ArmorGames


Just as Dornan and Reyhan recovered, the Newgrounds soldiers broke through the barrier surrounding the city. The two were separated by hordes of Tankmen driving like a wedge into the city. Blood pooled on the streets. Reyhan used his giant strength to simply bust their heads open, rage flowing through him. He was a terrifying sight; a bloodspattered, rage-filled, monster with glowing eyes that roared and could break a sword with his hands. The Tankmen grouped around him, though, and soon enough he was taken down...
Meanwhile, Dornan had found himself cornered. Using only the long but deadly knife he'd recovered earlier, he used his agility to dodge and slash the Tankmen before they could retaliate. But as they approached, and he had nowhere to go, he found his fury and strength ebbing, and his muscles began to tire and ache. But he held on, hoping that somehow, help would come...
Meanwhile, the Holy Knights approached. But they weren't fighting on AG's side.


The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 12: A Message


Suddenly, Zarok saw the diplomat who wanted to form an alliance with the monsters. A boiling hatred grew in him. This was not Moat's will. The diplomat was simply out of control. Zarok and his Holy Knights descended upon the diplomat...Dornan. That was his name. They, combined with the Newgrounders, easily pushed him into a corner and wounded him several times in a flash of blades. The bloody, exhausted, wounded diplomat kept fighting. Zarok felt a flash of respect for him, then pushed it away. Twas Moat's will to kill him. Zarok took the lead, and easily disarmed the sub-par swordsman.He held him at swordpoint. Seeing the look in the man's eyes, Zarok hesitated. Should he kill him? But then, the glare of the cleric hardened Zarok's resolve. He swung his large longsword in a deathblow at the ambassador's head. But suddenly, his blade was stopped midair. By a flickering hand, wearing a gold gauntlet. Zarok dropped to his knees and lowered his eyes. He was in the presence of the great god Moat. Even the Newgrounders stopped fighting for a while to look. Moat sighed, and rolled his eyes.
"Come on, people. Must we really go through this every time? Now, I do have something to say. The whole courage, loyalty, blah blah blah. Let's just skip that part. Don't kill Dornan, or his friend. This alliance is critical to the survival of ArmorGames against invading forces. And it might get the council off my back about helping them. Am I understood?" Moat growled.
"Yes!" chorused the Holy Knights.
"Great," muttered Moat, then he disappeared.
"Sorry, brother," said Zarok, helping up Dornan. Then, in a flurry of strikes, they assaulted the Newgrounders, determined to drive them out of their homes once and for all.

The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 13: The Battlefield

The Holy Knights, monsters, and humans banded together, under the banner of Dornan, Zarok, and Reyhan(being that Moat and Strop were both gone, very busy). Together, the three factions fought the Newgrounders. Blood pooled in the streets, metal flashed around everyone, bodies lay strewn on the battlefield of AG, and still the defenders and attackers fought on, determined to win the battlefield. Dornan fought with three Tankmen at once.
"Hold the line!" he roared. "Press them, tire them, then drive them out!" His strength and speed served him well, making him an excellent fighter, one to be feared. His diplomat's oratorical skills and natural charisma made him an even better leader. Under his command, the ArmorGames warriors began to slowly take back their city. Dornan blocked an overhead strike, then disarmed his opponent. But he let them retreat. His opponents dodged, parried, slashed, jabbed, trying to find a gap in the ArmorGames warriors' impenetrable and infamous defensive skills. No matter how they fought and bled and sweat, the ArmorGames warriors were better. And soon, with Tankmen exhausted to the point of fainting, they retreated. The Holy Knights chased them out, victorious. And ArmorGames was saved.


The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 14: A Darker Path

Reyhan sat on a wooden stool at a long oak table. It'd been almost a day since Newgrounds fighters had been driven from AG, and just a few hours since the victory feast. Dornan and Zarok had been treated as heroes. But him? The monster? He'd been ignored, even though he'd helped just as much as the two humans. Just as he'd thought. The humans were all judgmental. They didn't deserve his help. Only the soldiers who had fought with him acknowledged his skills and thanked him. The rest simply put him aside. Reyhan traced his many cuts and bruises. He could've been spared these, had he not fought. And why did he fight? For honor. For a promise, a life debt. But what was all that now? Humans were cruel and racist. Perhaps he should be the same. Making a decision, Reyhan stood, shoving his chair angrily, sending it flying into the wall. He strode with a purpose to the men under his command, who were still having a kegger, toasting to his name.
"Listen up!" he roared, his face mottled with dark fury. "I have a new job for all of you!"

The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 15: The Rising Storm

The soldiers and monsters listened as he spoke, each word delivered forcefully and filled with a long-restrained hatred.
"For too long have the humans and the corrupt administration of Strop shunned us lower-class citizens and monsters! For too long have we suffered under the boots of weaker men and women! For too long we have remained unheard! I command you all now to rise and take up the burden of our forefathers, who had the courage to rebel against this corruption, this fascism, this racism! I tell you now to rise up and rebel and kill all those who would have us live a painful life in their shadows serving their will! This aristocracy is wrong! And we will right this wrong! Who is with me?" screamed Reyhan. All the soldiers and monsters present in the room raised their weapons in the air.
"WE ARE!" they bellowed as one. And the new general, with a dangerous, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, led them to the Help Thread building, with weapons drawn and a thirst for blood.



The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 16: The Rebellion Strikes, The Alliance Falls

Dornan swore as Reyhan and his army busted down the Help thread building, bloodstained weapons held aloft and fury in their eyes. Taken unawares, the rest of the city had fallen quickly to the rebels. Dornan gripped his knife and lunged, but was soon enveloped in the crowd. Slashing, dodging, parrying, it all became an instinctive blur.Dornan, still tired from the previous battle, was no match for the hordes that fell upon him. Bloodied, bruised, and exhausted, he was finally defeated. His unconscious body was kicked to the side, and the rebels moved on to bigger targets.

"ATTACK!" roared the inner chamber sentry, who guarded the heart of the Help Building(which was basically the capital). The rebels kicked down the door, and bore down upon the council. Strop was present this time, though, and he easily beat the rebels to a pulp with his kicks. All except Reyhan, who retreated. He was getting away! But suddenly, he was grabbed by the bloodied, battered, half-dead Dornan. Dornan looked frightening, his body cut and bashed until he looked like the walking dead. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth was open, allowing a tiny sliver of drool to escape. He held his dagger up to Reyhan, then slit his throat. Then they both fell to the ground. One dead, one fighting to stay alive.


The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance
Chapter 17: The Future

The young human struggled to breathe as the monster pressed him against the wall. The human choked and pummeled the monster, fighting. But then, the soldiers of Kong approached and tore down the doors. And their differences were forgotten for a while; the way the humans treated the monsters and the other way around. They fought together, because it was the only way to survive.
And the Holy Knights were proven right after all. The humans and monsters couldn't mix. But still they lived on, with the loss of both races becoming the greater because neither could truly forget the past and live with each other. And all of this has happened before; it will happen again. Unless the cycle of violence is broken. But with societies battling each other for power, never can this be achieved. And the world is as it was meant to be built by Moat; balanced. Love and hate. Peace and war. Evil and good. Rebellion and law. And it all comes together in the heat of battle, when survival is at stake.


THE END

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T'cha. And book 3: The Fallen, is now out and about. Here's a link
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And now...I leave.