Forgotten Legends.
Now, I have three arcs to plan with Retribution is At Hand.
For those who don't find the name familiar, it's how I will redeem myself.
I will tell you all about my attempts at story-telling, from the start.
Four years ago, almost, I was invited to play a game with my friends. An online game.
I liked that game, and in tribute, I wanted to write a story about it. My very first story.
It was called, Forgotten Legends.
The story was mainly about a bandit, by the name Saif, who lived by that life for almost six years, and realized its wrongness, and injustice after a tragic incident, where he (for the first time) killed a child in cold blood.
Mourning in silence, he resolved to change his life, and in so doing, sought out redemption.
He left the camp he was raised in, after risking his life and saving his comrades in arms from an adventurer who came to bring them to justice.
He killed the adventurer, and in so doing, bought his freedom.
He escaped, and found his salvation in Sarab, a newly born empire in the desert, where he gained honorable reputation by serving his king, and lived a new life.
And soon left again, to embark on a journey to lands far, assigned by his king to do errands for a mysterious guild.
Three other characters joined in. Markus, a man from the DarkLands, (A region in the game) who lived as a surviver for seventeen years in the land ruled by dark creatures like Vampires, Werewolfs and half-men. He, too, was assigned by his mentor to join the mysterious guild after a long and tedious life of surviving in the shadows.
Edward, a young noble whose spirit could have not been confined in the white brick halls of Falador, a capital of the three human kingdoms. A man who could not live in such order, and one who aspired to be a knight of his homeland. In one of his adventurers, he fled the kingdom briefly to talk to a wizard of no small reknown who lived in a village north of the kingdom.
He did not know, however, that the wizard was a necromancer, a practicer of the dark arts who was constantly hounded by the noble knights of the kingdom. Once Edward's father heard that, he suspected that his son was possessed, and ordered three knights to find him and bring him back.
But a shadow has fell on the land on that day, a shadow that came from the Northlands.
I swept over Edward, who became weary of the journey, and ravaged his eyes and mind. As did it the same to the three knights who were following him.
When he heard them, he heard not their calls, but heard a hoarse voice shouting in a twisted tongue. He turned, and found not knights behind him, but beasts in the form of men, their hands into claws, the horses they rode breathing flames.
He rode faster to the north. Little did he realize the harsh words leaving his mouth, the twisted language he spoke with, the words he cursed them with, as did the knights, but little did they know that the shadow will overcome them soon. Something was following them.
Edward rode on, before he could hear their voices, or their mounts no longer.
He did not know that they were slain soonly afterwards. He turned, and stealthed in the woods, he approached them.
Or what was left of them. The shadow passed, and his eyes saw clear.
He saw the knights dead, their blood splashed on the ground. He lifted his hands to his mouth in horror, before seeing his own hands filled with their blood.
He did not know how, or what happened, but in fear, he ran. He forsook his horse, and ran to the west, to the White Mountains.
There, he lived in the wilderness for four months, before he met an old warrior who took him in.
He never heard of Falador again. He never smiled since then...he knew what was in him.
His mentor, or his new father took him to the same guild that Saif and Markus were pointed to. He told him that his talents will be repressed there.
He later forgot what he was afraid of. He forgot what haunted him, or pretended to forget.
He was in control.
But for when?
The third, was Eruika.
Little is known of her, as nothing special marked her life.
She was only special for how strong her control over the arcane arts was.
She, too, was directed to the guild.
The four fell under the command of a man by the name Ruby. He had them do strange assignments, collecting mysterious relics and discovering long-forgotten places.
While they hunted those relics, they did not know that the kingdoms of men had war before them.
The noble tribe of northmen, were noble no longer. Their seers had nightmares, and three of the strongest warriors they had left to the uncharted roof of the world.
After their long travel, one returned.
But he changed.
The sword he once wielded was not with him, instead, he grasped a black, runed longsword.
He returned, warmth abandoned him, as he spoke in a strange manner.
Promising things different. Holding a new future.
Few followed him back to where he came from. Few who didn't survived.
He left to the black, scorched Northlands, and took his seat upon a throne, in a large castle never seen before.
The city was a mockery of nature. It was build by magic, strung together by malice, and the noble people who followed him changed not only their souls, but their bodies as well.
No longer did they hold and wield weapons...but weapons grew from their hands.
The Northmen waged a war on the kingdoms of men. A war that decimated a whole kingdom in a single month.
After the northern parts of Asgarnia, Edward's home kingdom fell, Sarab rose, and offered an alliance with all other kingdoms.
Misthilan accepted the alliance hastily, and sent ambassadors to Kandarin and the Darklands.
After a hasty acceptance, the Alliance of Gelinor was founded.
During the forging of the alliance, a representitive of the mysterious guild, that was named the Legends Guild in public, and the Guardians of Gelinor in private barged in, and announced that no military might can aid against the rise of the Northmen.
The king of Kandarin was not in favor of the alliance, and argued that if military might cannot stop the march of the relentless Northmen, that offering a truce with them must be done.
The guardian, however, claimed that they have a chance. The king of Sarab, the desert country argued in that favor, and noted that the relics of old were being collected as they speak, and if they are able to round up the ancient items, the war may end in their favor.
As it turns out, the four that hounded down the symbols of old, were our heroes.
And while they hunted down the relics, agents of the Northmen hunted them.
Soon, it came to a final showdown, when our heroes found all the relics, and the Battle of Gelinor started.
But our heroes did not participate, nor did the guadians.
They, instead snuk into the dark castle in the northlands, and fought with the dark leader himself.
Before it fell to a climactic ending, and the black sword has been destroyed.
And all ended.
That was Forgotten Legends. Sounds pretty good. At least this end was clear.
What pisses me off in this, however, was how I didn't write all this.
And...that the part from the proposing of the alliance to the end was only figured out just now.
/hard laughing
The next post will consist of perhaps Forgotten Paths, and how I tend to fix its incontinuity.
Or perhaps I won't...however, I was inspired to it, but I maybe will use that idea in Retribution Is At Hand, since no body is enthusiastic to Forgotten Paths anymore.
/mourn
For those who don't find the name familiar, it's how I will redeem myself.
I will tell you all about my attempts at story-telling, from the start.
Four years ago, almost, I was invited to play a game with my friends. An online game.
I liked that game, and in tribute, I wanted to write a story about it. My very first story.
It was called, Forgotten Legends.
The story was mainly about a bandit, by the name Saif, who lived by that life for almost six years, and realized its wrongness, and injustice after a tragic incident, where he (for the first time) killed a child in cold blood.
Mourning in silence, he resolved to change his life, and in so doing, sought out redemption.
He left the camp he was raised in, after risking his life and saving his comrades in arms from an adventurer who came to bring them to justice.
He killed the adventurer, and in so doing, bought his freedom.
He escaped, and found his salvation in Sarab, a newly born empire in the desert, where he gained honorable reputation by serving his king, and lived a new life.
And soon left again, to embark on a journey to lands far, assigned by his king to do errands for a mysterious guild.
Three other characters joined in. Markus, a man from the DarkLands, (A region in the game) who lived as a surviver for seventeen years in the land ruled by dark creatures like Vampires, Werewolfs and half-men. He, too, was assigned by his mentor to join the mysterious guild after a long and tedious life of surviving in the shadows.
Edward, a young noble whose spirit could have not been confined in the white brick halls of Falador, a capital of the three human kingdoms. A man who could not live in such order, and one who aspired to be a knight of his homeland. In one of his adventurers, he fled the kingdom briefly to talk to a wizard of no small reknown who lived in a village north of the kingdom.
He did not know, however, that the wizard was a necromancer, a practicer of the dark arts who was constantly hounded by the noble knights of the kingdom. Once Edward's father heard that, he suspected that his son was possessed, and ordered three knights to find him and bring him back.
But a shadow has fell on the land on that day, a shadow that came from the Northlands.
I swept over Edward, who became weary of the journey, and ravaged his eyes and mind. As did it the same to the three knights who were following him.
When he heard them, he heard not their calls, but heard a hoarse voice shouting in a twisted tongue. He turned, and found not knights behind him, but beasts in the form of men, their hands into claws, the horses they rode breathing flames.
He rode faster to the north. Little did he realize the harsh words leaving his mouth, the twisted language he spoke with, the words he cursed them with, as did the knights, but little did they know that the shadow will overcome them soon. Something was following them.
Edward rode on, before he could hear their voices, or their mounts no longer.
He did not know that they were slain soonly afterwards. He turned, and stealthed in the woods, he approached them.
Or what was left of them. The shadow passed, and his eyes saw clear.
He saw the knights dead, their blood splashed on the ground. He lifted his hands to his mouth in horror, before seeing his own hands filled with their blood.
He did not know how, or what happened, but in fear, he ran. He forsook his horse, and ran to the west, to the White Mountains.
There, he lived in the wilderness for four months, before he met an old warrior who took him in.
He never heard of Falador again. He never smiled since then...he knew what was in him.
His mentor, or his new father took him to the same guild that Saif and Markus were pointed to. He told him that his talents will be repressed there.
He later forgot what he was afraid of. He forgot what haunted him, or pretended to forget.
He was in control.
But for when?
The third, was Eruika.
Little is known of her, as nothing special marked her life.
She was only special for how strong her control over the arcane arts was.
She, too, was directed to the guild.
The four fell under the command of a man by the name Ruby. He had them do strange assignments, collecting mysterious relics and discovering long-forgotten places.
While they hunted those relics, they did not know that the kingdoms of men had war before them.
The noble tribe of northmen, were noble no longer. Their seers had nightmares, and three of the strongest warriors they had left to the uncharted roof of the world.
After their long travel, one returned.
But he changed.
The sword he once wielded was not with him, instead, he grasped a black, runed longsword.
He returned, warmth abandoned him, as he spoke in a strange manner.
Promising things different. Holding a new future.
Few followed him back to where he came from. Few who didn't survived.
He left to the black, scorched Northlands, and took his seat upon a throne, in a large castle never seen before.
The city was a mockery of nature. It was build by magic, strung together by malice, and the noble people who followed him changed not only their souls, but their bodies as well.
No longer did they hold and wield weapons...but weapons grew from their hands.
The Northmen waged a war on the kingdoms of men. A war that decimated a whole kingdom in a single month.
After the northern parts of Asgarnia, Edward's home kingdom fell, Sarab rose, and offered an alliance with all other kingdoms.
Misthilan accepted the alliance hastily, and sent ambassadors to Kandarin and the Darklands.
After a hasty acceptance, the Alliance of Gelinor was founded.
During the forging of the alliance, a representitive of the mysterious guild, that was named the Legends Guild in public, and the Guardians of Gelinor in private barged in, and announced that no military might can aid against the rise of the Northmen.
The king of Kandarin was not in favor of the alliance, and argued that if military might cannot stop the march of the relentless Northmen, that offering a truce with them must be done.
The guardian, however, claimed that they have a chance. The king of Sarab, the desert country argued in that favor, and noted that the relics of old were being collected as they speak, and if they are able to round up the ancient items, the war may end in their favor.
As it turns out, the four that hounded down the symbols of old, were our heroes.
And while they hunted down the relics, agents of the Northmen hunted them.
Soon, it came to a final showdown, when our heroes found all the relics, and the Battle of Gelinor started.
But our heroes did not participate, nor did the guadians.
They, instead snuk into the dark castle in the northlands, and fought with the dark leader himself.
Before it fell to a climactic ending, and the black sword has been destroyed.
And all ended.
That was Forgotten Legends. Sounds pretty good. At least this end was clear.
What pisses me off in this, however, was how I didn't write all this.
And...that the part from the proposing of the alliance to the end was only figured out just now.
/hard laughing
The next post will consist of perhaps Forgotten Paths, and how I tend to fix its incontinuity.
Or perhaps I won't...however, I was inspired to it, but I maybe will use that idea in Retribution Is At Hand, since no body is enthusiastic to Forgotten Paths anymore.
/mourn