May-02-2010, 02:52 AM (UTC)
Prologue
Near a village there was an ancient yew tree near a grave where lay buried the princess of a faraway land that died for her country during the Ruthless Wars. Nobody knew that the questing roots were rapidly spreading through the soil feeding off of her decaying flesh. Unfortunately this meant that the tree would soon become a vessel for a great evil.
Chapter 1
During the wars, a young boy with a magical creature known as a bilbenar was roaming the battlefield when quite suddenly the bilbenar went yellow and raised a warbling cry. Flying from its place beside the boy, it went swiftly away from the terrible battlefield because it could see the real steam powered robotic hordes from Hell. Robots are known to be quite impatient with magic, so they had brought with them a tremendous thing: the wizard grinder. This engine of great infernal power could process up to three charges of cold iron per minute, making it extremely dangerous. So magical creatures fled in fear of this instrument of Satan. The boy, burdened with his monumental task, saw his bilbenar circle then plunge downwards towards its refuge: the royal castle. Shrugging, he continued his search among the wrecked machines until he came upon the remains of his favourite commander: Trevesh Zatorr. Horrified, the boy knelt down by the twitching tentacle which poked out of Zatorr's body and gave it an ineffectual tug. What new obscenity would evolve from this unholy mingling?
Meanwhile, the bilbenar was now glowing
Near a village there was an ancient yew tree near a grave where lay buried the princess of a faraway land that died for her country during the Ruthless Wars. Nobody knew that the questing roots were rapidly spreading through the soil feeding off of her decaying flesh. Unfortunately this meant that the tree would soon become a vessel for a great evil.
Chapter 1
During the wars, a young boy with a magical creature known as a bilbenar was roaming the battlefield when quite suddenly the bilbenar went yellow and raised a warbling cry. Flying from its place beside the boy, it went swiftly away from the terrible battlefield because it could see the real steam powered robotic hordes from Hell. Robots are known to be quite impatient with magic, so they had brought with them a tremendous thing: the wizard grinder. This engine of great infernal power could process up to three charges of cold iron per minute, making it extremely dangerous. So magical creatures fled in fear of this instrument of Satan. The boy, burdened with his monumental task, saw his bilbenar circle then plunge downwards towards its refuge: the royal castle. Shrugging, he continued his search among the wrecked machines until he came upon the remains of his favourite commander: Trevesh Zatorr. Horrified, the boy knelt down by the twitching tentacle which poked out of Zatorr's body and gave it an ineffectual tug. What new obscenity would evolve from this unholy mingling?
Meanwhile, the bilbenar was now glowing
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