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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.
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The last chapter is very good, it's as always captivating and pleasing.
Here is the next true chapter of the story. I will try to get everyone who has asked, involved as quickly as possible but this requires plot changes and another hour at least of character development. Please be patient as I try to organize everything. Sorry there isn't much of any action this chapter but I had to fill in with something until I can organize everything and finish my rewrites.I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
Terrible News.
Ernie sat on his bed, reading an ancient book. One he believed to be older than the Order of Light itself. But that did not matter, what mattered now was the information he was seeking. It had been little over a week since the dark shadow had made its appearance. He figured that if any book could help him understand this dark force who's presence was becoming stronger with each second that passed it was this one. For it talked of the time Scythe had ruled the land. Ernie was almost certain it was Scythe who he sensed. For no other being could feel so close yet not have even showed its face. Ernie's eyes scanned each line of ancient text. Disecting each word with unmatched speed. Not being sure what he was looking for meant he would have to read every last word of it, searching for anything that could help him understand the force at hand. A knock at his door disturbed his concentration. Finding a solution would have to wait. For whoever was at his door seemed rather angry. He marked his spot with a quil on his night stand and walked over to the door. Undoing the bolt he pulled the door open. A soldier from the city of Armor stood before him. Bearing the Armorian symbol proudly on his chest plate. Ernie recognized the soldier immediatly. It was Whimsy one of Ernie's closest friends outside of the Temple. His face was a bright red, sweat ran down his face. "What happened to you?" Ernie asked beckoning Whimsy into his room. Whimsy entered quickly, gasping for breath he spoke. "General Braketh sent me", he tryed to fill his lungs with air. "He says that forces far to the north were attacked by some dark army. No one has any idea who or what they are. But they did severe damage to our outskirt forces. He was hoping you would know who they are." Whimsy collapsed into a nearby chair. Taking time to slow his breathing. "Whimsy you must take me to Braketh. There is much I must tell him." Ernie stepped over to his nightstand. Picking up the book and placing it in his robes as Whimsy stood and escorted him to the castle.
Goumas landed his skeletal beast on the ground. His forces had stopped for the night and were preparing to make camp. Though the undead soldiers did not require rest his human ones did. Scythe had recently hired a large army of mercenaries to join his army. Though Goumas was not pleased with the need to stop and rest. He didn't mind having the extra man power to help him crush the forces of Armor. Goumas waited while his men set up his tent. He began to wonder what other plans Scythe had for his army. But his thoughts were cut short. As Manta appereared from the shadow of the tent. " I've got bad news my Lord." Manta stood before Goumas, careful not to make eye contact with him. "What did you do wrong now?" Goumas asked calmly trying not to show his anger. "The one called Braketh is still alive. And he has a message for Scythe." The naturally cold air around the undead army suddenly dropped. The air became so cold that even Goumas trembled. A tall shadowy figure was standing beside him. All Goumas could see was a pair of dark red eyes and the glint of a blade against the moon light. Goumas knew it was Scythe, and he was terrified of this. No one spoke, Scythe summoned his power and entered Manta's mind. He found what he found the message from Braketh floating around with the assassins other thoughts. He listened to it and as fast as Scythe had appeared he was gone again. The air returned to its normal chill. And Goumas's head filled with his masters will. "Tell your assassin to kill Braketh at all costs. Even if it means risking his own life. And make sure your army is ready. The forces of Armor will not respond kindly to your slaughter of their men."
Here is the next chapter. It isn't very good so feel free to bash it if you like. I'd like to thank everyone participating in this story. There is a little more action in this chapter and it is split into three shot and confusing parts. Please enjoy. (Please post any suggestions to help improve this story on my profile, I will respond as quickly as possible. Thank you.)
Scythe's Conflict.
A war was going on within Scythe. One that he had no chance in winning. His decision was difficult so difficult that even afther two thousand years he had not yet made a choice. This great conflict was whether to destroy Armor, or simply reclaim. He hated Armor or more particularly the people who hated him for cheating death, though they were long dead their families still lived in Armor. But at the same time he could not destroy all of which he had once held dearer than his own life. What to do he thought, his dark queen Pazx wanted him to destroy Armor. Yet he could sense she still loved it. As his thoughts fought back and forth in his mind. The decision would have to wait a little longer he thought. There was to much he had to do before his forces could even lay siege on Armor.
The next battle had begun. Men from the outskirts, as the land on the edge of Armor was called were putting up a tremendous fight. Goumas flew overhead focusing on moving his men into their proper positions. As the outskirters attacked their right flank heavily. Sending commands through his mind. He easily countered the move. The battle began to turn in his favor. The outskirters began to retreat. A hissing noise caught his attention. And pain shot through his left shoulder. He looked over to see the tail of an arrow sticking out of it. Another struck his beast, sending it spiraling down to the ground. Goumas waited patiently as his beast slowly fell to the ground. Closer and closer, just before it hit the ground Goumas jumped off landing lightly on his feet. While his beast smashed into the earth, crushing anyone who had not moved in time. Goumas scanned the area for any signs of his attacker. Then more hissing filled his ears as a barrage of arrows struck the men around him. But the attackers remaind hidden. The arrows kept coming killing many of his men. A few glanced off of his armor but none penatrated. Goumas began chanting the words that would transport him and his army back to their camp. Shadowy clouds began to envelope him. The bloody scene dissapeared and his camp came into view. His force was injured, but not beyond repair. What could have done this? He asked himself as he ripped the arrow from his shoulder. Not even blinking at the pain.
Terry stood concealed within the safety of the trees. Examining the damage he and his outskirters had done to the Undead general's forces. A grin spread across his face as he realized that his plan had actually worked. But he knew the enemy would return. He rallied his men and led them deep into the woods. To their sanctuary, hidden from even the powerful being who had summoned those undead soldiers. They would be safe for now he thought still rejoicing from their own success.
Yes I found it way back here in the recesses of the forum. Should I try and salvage this or not?
Its pretty good. I would like to see it continue. It would be a shame to read it all and then have it end.
Thanks for the reply, I'll try and start off where I gave up on it.
Oh my god >.< this would of been written in the dark ages when I was thought to be a girl. Sorry I lied guys :/
Continue, it's a nice story XD when I read it I rename Pazx something else in my head though.
Oh my god >.< this would of been written in the dark ages when I was thought to be a girl. Sorry I lied guys :/
Well, sorry to say but I can't really change it now. It would require me to rewrite the whole thing and I'm probably going to scratch it anyway and make a whole new one.
Dude I forgot how awesome this story was please start it up again. It made my night.
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