preview of my story "apollo: the cronicles of treason"
ok so this is kinda like chapter one, its name is THE FALL OF ISMABAD, so enjoy!!!
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Apollo. Book one, The Cronicles of Treason. Chapter 1: The fall of Ismabad
"If there is a cancer in this world, its name is Ismabad. I have seen the bastards destroy the forests of Blen in order to prove they are the keepers of peace. They bring nothing but pain."
"I know what you mean General Exeldria. But as of right now our forces are weak. The battle was desastrous. We were overrun...”
“We were betrayed!” slamming his sword to the ground, it pierced the great stone at which both soldiers stood. parts of the rock fell thru the slope that seemed to stretch for about two miles, as they looked face foward to the fires that consumed a great forest. The forest was none other than Blen.
The older man was Sigmund Exeldria. A warrior from the northeastern part of the world. yet the country where he lived on had already been taken by the menace that came from the west. His kingdom, Den, came to an end as they refused to cooperate in the creation of the empire known as Ismabad.
Yet before there was an Ismabad to be feared, there was Glesden. Glesden was a small kingsdom on the western continent of Hursten. They became well known for their advanced mechanichal artifacts that where used to protect some of the west from air as well as water dragons. They were the first to merge amplifiers and catapults; yet their grow enabled them to start colonizing a few territories from neighboring nations. Years passed and the small colonized territories soon adapted to them, yet their king, a man named Dervos, was hungry for more, and pursued conquest more than anything else. Soon, using his wit instead of brute force, he started gaining the western contienent. And soon enough, they became Ismabad, a merging of the whole contienet, bent on controlling the world and the few remaining teleporters.
“We coulve stopped them... we coulve at least prevented what they did... now their just too many...” Sigmund said.
He stared at the spreading fire, hoping he could at least try and use his amplifier catapults to lunge a water spell onto the forest. To save one of the last places where the hands of evil had not touched. but doing so would compromise his men, their hiding. he felt weak and coward. How could he, a soldier so proud from a nation that came to be known for their swordsmen be backing out.
“Their too many sir” a voice replied. “We should go back sir, we have a ten day journey from Blen to the desert of Juren.”
Sigmund smiled as if he did it for pityt as he watched his soldier. His soldier could only look up. Sigmund was enourmous, a man so big it seemed impossible to be taken down by five strong. Yet with his long red hair and beard, he seemed quite humble. He was. His men admired him, and his wife longed for his return.
“Yes, it is better to rest than to watch this atrocity. But mark my words soldier. They will fall.” and Sigmund walked as the sun settled down. But the color red would not leave, the fires had painted it all too well on the sky.
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The next day came. It reeked of dead animals, and the smoke made it very difficult to see. Some soldiers died because of this, they had camped too close to the forest, but the mountain where they had stayed was the best shelter at that time. Some other soldiers were very ill, but their general was still trying to recover his weary forces. The last remaining men from Den.
“I know how you must feel.” he spoke outloud, “But we musnt give up. Juren is just a step away. When we get there we will meet from some of the survivors of the east, and the last army from the south.”
The east had already collapsed, and the south was being taken care of. They were in the south, trying to go further down in order to reach the desert. There they would find the ships that the eastern warriors used to get to the desert, as well as their ticket to sailing north and aquaint with the last stronghold of free countries. These were Pragma and Dermia.
“We have a chance my frieds, we can make it.” and Sigmund started walking.
His men spoke silently of lost hope, what woulve happened if they wouldve done certain things. It came clear there was no hope. And who could blame them, they had already been defeated the day before.
They had tried so hard to defend the forest, but they failed. Their 2000 strong became about 500, and they were dying fast. The war seemed cruel for the forces of Den. The army from Ismabad sent 10000 to that forest, and not only to annihilate the survivors of Den, but to also take apart the forest and use its resources for war. The armies of Den were horribly ambushed by a pack of fourth level magicians, all using amplifiers. They created a fire wall that prevented the army of Den from even hiding, moreover they also bombarded them with gigantic balls of fire. Even that wasnt enough for Ismabad, they went and sent thier soldiers wielding light blades to finish the job. What they didnt know was that the others also hid some amplifier catapults which they used to put out some of the fires and make for a retreat to a nearby mountain. As they did that, they took some of their catapults and destroyed the others, making the flame wall again. But it had been too slow a maneuver, and too late in order to have saved more lives. And all of this rested on the shoulders of their general.
But at least some of them were alive, and not all had lost hope. So began the ten day walk to the desert city of Juren.
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ok som im gonna stop here, if you want more of this tell me, or if you think it sucks ass tell me
anyways im gonna leave it at that
the first push is free
the next time you gotta pay!
cheers
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Apollo. Book one, The Cronicles of Treason. Chapter 1: The fall of Ismabad
"If there is a cancer in this world, its name is Ismabad. I have seen the bastards destroy the forests of Blen in order to prove they are the keepers of peace. They bring nothing but pain."
"I know what you mean General Exeldria. But as of right now our forces are weak. The battle was desastrous. We were overrun...”
“We were betrayed!” slamming his sword to the ground, it pierced the great stone at which both soldiers stood. parts of the rock fell thru the slope that seemed to stretch for about two miles, as they looked face foward to the fires that consumed a great forest. The forest was none other than Blen.
The older man was Sigmund Exeldria. A warrior from the northeastern part of the world. yet the country where he lived on had already been taken by the menace that came from the west. His kingdom, Den, came to an end as they refused to cooperate in the creation of the empire known as Ismabad.
Yet before there was an Ismabad to be feared, there was Glesden. Glesden was a small kingsdom on the western continent of Hursten. They became well known for their advanced mechanichal artifacts that where used to protect some of the west from air as well as water dragons. They were the first to merge amplifiers and catapults; yet their grow enabled them to start colonizing a few territories from neighboring nations. Years passed and the small colonized territories soon adapted to them, yet their king, a man named Dervos, was hungry for more, and pursued conquest more than anything else. Soon, using his wit instead of brute force, he started gaining the western contienent. And soon enough, they became Ismabad, a merging of the whole contienet, bent on controlling the world and the few remaining teleporters.
“We coulve stopped them... we coulve at least prevented what they did... now their just too many...” Sigmund said.
He stared at the spreading fire, hoping he could at least try and use his amplifier catapults to lunge a water spell onto the forest. To save one of the last places where the hands of evil had not touched. but doing so would compromise his men, their hiding. he felt weak and coward. How could he, a soldier so proud from a nation that came to be known for their swordsmen be backing out.
“Their too many sir” a voice replied. “We should go back sir, we have a ten day journey from Blen to the desert of Juren.”
Sigmund smiled as if he did it for pityt as he watched his soldier. His soldier could only look up. Sigmund was enourmous, a man so big it seemed impossible to be taken down by five strong. Yet with his long red hair and beard, he seemed quite humble. He was. His men admired him, and his wife longed for his return.
“Yes, it is better to rest than to watch this atrocity. But mark my words soldier. They will fall.” and Sigmund walked as the sun settled down. But the color red would not leave, the fires had painted it all too well on the sky.
----
The next day came. It reeked of dead animals, and the smoke made it very difficult to see. Some soldiers died because of this, they had camped too close to the forest, but the mountain where they had stayed was the best shelter at that time. Some other soldiers were very ill, but their general was still trying to recover his weary forces. The last remaining men from Den.
“I know how you must feel.” he spoke outloud, “But we musnt give up. Juren is just a step away. When we get there we will meet from some of the survivors of the east, and the last army from the south.”
The east had already collapsed, and the south was being taken care of. They were in the south, trying to go further down in order to reach the desert. There they would find the ships that the eastern warriors used to get to the desert, as well as their ticket to sailing north and aquaint with the last stronghold of free countries. These were Pragma and Dermia.
“We have a chance my frieds, we can make it.” and Sigmund started walking.
His men spoke silently of lost hope, what woulve happened if they wouldve done certain things. It came clear there was no hope. And who could blame them, they had already been defeated the day before.
They had tried so hard to defend the forest, but they failed. Their 2000 strong became about 500, and they were dying fast. The war seemed cruel for the forces of Den. The army from Ismabad sent 10000 to that forest, and not only to annihilate the survivors of Den, but to also take apart the forest and use its resources for war. The armies of Den were horribly ambushed by a pack of fourth level magicians, all using amplifiers. They created a fire wall that prevented the army of Den from even hiding, moreover they also bombarded them with gigantic balls of fire. Even that wasnt enough for Ismabad, they went and sent thier soldiers wielding light blades to finish the job. What they didnt know was that the others also hid some amplifier catapults which they used to put out some of the fires and make for a retreat to a nearby mountain. As they did that, they took some of their catapults and destroyed the others, making the flame wall again. But it had been too slow a maneuver, and too late in order to have saved more lives. And all of this rested on the shoulders of their general.
But at least some of them were alive, and not all had lost hope. So began the ten day walk to the desert city of Juren.
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ok som im gonna stop here, if you want more of this tell me, or if you think it sucks ass tell me
anyways im gonna leave it at that
the first push is free
the next time you gotta pay!
cheers
posted by evil ferret of doom at 4:55 PM
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