Post by General Cheese on Feb 5, 2006 0:28:26 GMT -5
(This is a plot I fabricated for Neo. It's a Medieval Fantasy. I just felt like posting it here 'cause I'm bored. I'll also include my intro.)
Lately, vast amounts of Mellatohk citizens have been disappearing from their homes. Not a soul could come up with a reason for these unexpected disappearances. At first, it was a young Clerk who went missing. Then, suddenly, people began vanishing by the hundreds. It occurs every night of the New Moon.
Villagers began to suspect the Lord of Mellatohk, Lord Tygran, for the sudden missing fraction of the population. Recently, he has become reclusive, and guards even speak of how their Lord has become slightly mad. Though they are helpless to do anything about this, because the most trusted General of Tygran is constantly on guard of the "insane" Lord's bed-chambers.
A few of the hand-maids who bring Lord Tygran's meal gossip of the mountainous stacks of volumes piled inthe confines of the dark, desolate chamber. They contain the titles that speak of Black Magic and the most forbidden of witch-craft. One soldier, who was passing by the chambers of his Lord, over-heard a conversation between the General and Lord Tygran. The crazed Lord spoke of a disastrous beast that could only be awakened by the sacrifice of millions of human souls.
The soldier fled the castle and ran on foot for miles to the nearest village. Exhausted, he explained the situation to the mayor. The news of the twisted ruler’s plot spread through the entire Land of Mellatohk like wild-fire, and soon, every man, be it peasant or duke, gathered their weapons in determination to slay their insane ruler with the intentions of saving their brethren, and avenging the souls that had been given up for the horrible scheme. The Duke is prepared for the enormous rebellion, gathering his own soldiers for battle.
Under the watchful eye of the Malicious General, mutiny is impossible within the gates of the castle. The soldiers must fight against the rebels whether they want to or not.
Like an enormous shadow, the General followed silently and unhesitant in Lord Tygran's wake. Empty, pitiless spheres of ember fixed on his Lord's back from within the shroud of his helm.
The General was a man of terrifying malice. His ability on the front could be described as "beautifully terrifying". The General shared his master's morbidity and lust which he manifested himself was not the only frightening attribute of the General.
Nay; the fact that his identity was completely shrouded by the ebon armour he was encased in was equally, if not more, frightening. His name was unknown to all but himself and his Lord Tygran. He was merely reffered to as General, for no one could collect the courage to ask of him his name.
Another addition to his malicious aura was the enormous axe that he grasped tightly in his steely grip. It seemed to manifest an evil of its own with its terrifyingly sharp blade and extremely long haft. The steel of the head was black as the night itself... Exactly like his armor. Behind him, a crimson cape spilled behind him much like the blood of his countless foes. It fluttered silently behind its wearer, sharing the same malevolence of anything else on the General's being.
PLOT
Lately, vast amounts of Mellatohk citizens have been disappearing from their homes. Not a soul could come up with a reason for these unexpected disappearances. At first, it was a young Clerk who went missing. Then, suddenly, people began vanishing by the hundreds. It occurs every night of the New Moon.
Villagers began to suspect the Lord of Mellatohk, Lord Tygran, for the sudden missing fraction of the population. Recently, he has become reclusive, and guards even speak of how their Lord has become slightly mad. Though they are helpless to do anything about this, because the most trusted General of Tygran is constantly on guard of the "insane" Lord's bed-chambers.
A few of the hand-maids who bring Lord Tygran's meal gossip of the mountainous stacks of volumes piled inthe confines of the dark, desolate chamber. They contain the titles that speak of Black Magic and the most forbidden of witch-craft. One soldier, who was passing by the chambers of his Lord, over-heard a conversation between the General and Lord Tygran. The crazed Lord spoke of a disastrous beast that could only be awakened by the sacrifice of millions of human souls.
The soldier fled the castle and ran on foot for miles to the nearest village. Exhausted, he explained the situation to the mayor. The news of the twisted ruler’s plot spread through the entire Land of Mellatohk like wild-fire, and soon, every man, be it peasant or duke, gathered their weapons in determination to slay their insane ruler with the intentions of saving their brethren, and avenging the souls that had been given up for the horrible scheme. The Duke is prepared for the enormous rebellion, gathering his own soldiers for battle.
Under the watchful eye of the Malicious General, mutiny is impossible within the gates of the castle. The soldiers must fight against the rebels whether they want to or not.
INTRO
Like an enormous shadow, the General followed silently and unhesitant in Lord Tygran's wake. Empty, pitiless spheres of ember fixed on his Lord's back from within the shroud of his helm.
The General was a man of terrifying malice. His ability on the front could be described as "beautifully terrifying". The General shared his master's morbidity and lust which he manifested himself was not the only frightening attribute of the General.
Nay; the fact that his identity was completely shrouded by the ebon armour he was encased in was equally, if not more, frightening. His name was unknown to all but himself and his Lord Tygran. He was merely reffered to as General, for no one could collect the courage to ask of him his name.
Another addition to his malicious aura was the enormous axe that he grasped tightly in his steely grip. It seemed to manifest an evil of its own with its terrifyingly sharp blade and extremely long haft. The steel of the head was black as the night itself... Exactly like his armor. Behind him, a crimson cape spilled behind him much like the blood of his countless foes. It fluttered silently behind its wearer, sharing the same malevolence of anything else on the General's being.
