solemn wishes
04-02-2006, 11:44 AM
The Armys are ready
A silence crept over the once fierce men showing what that had truly become, cowards of the dark
bent on bringing there once insightful dream to reality. There they stood still the silence was
unbroken, there they stood still not a sigh of life as the silence grew deeper. As it seemed all hope
was lost it truly was, just a fools hope remained over everything else. Then without warning everything
seemed to unbind around them as a flicker of white light shone though the murky darkness and blinded
them with an unfamiliar sight. It was not the blazing sun peeping through there battered down walls,
but a sigh of small hope as this was the sigh that aid was coming.
Small cheers that would barely be recognised anywhere else could be heard as each man felt slightly
safer, slightly braver and slightly more worried. For as there aid approached so did the hour class
that would be the sign to go to battle, for kingdom and country, to fight for what was rightfully there
own. They waited many o days and as the tension grew stronger so did the talk among the men grow. Many
tried to keep busy, sharpening there swords, forging arrow tips from whatever could be found in the
half destroyed town witch they once called home. Home is hardly what it is know, a barren wasteland, a
place of desecration on witch its main attraction was the grave stones witch where numerous, spread
across the land like sand on a beach.
On the third day of waiting marches of a great, well equipped army could be heard echoing throughout the
land. The men know knew that the time had come to march, they slowly left the safeness of there small yet
familiar keep and made there way to riven hill, or as it had slowly began to be called "mount doom".
They met there fellow brothers at the top, armed to the teeth in shining armour of steel, smelted
by the experts blacksmiths of there lands. Darin our king approached with a sign of remorse for he knew
that it was him who would lead the last remaining army's of men to battle, and all-most certainly death.
The enemy that had threated them for so many years what known as the "THRUSAYA". Beast's of darkness led
by an undead leader of old. Being which his dream to decimate all that roam what he calls his own. His
spirit was told to be thrown from hell itself, cast from its fiery chasm back to the land that he once knew,
yet a great many things had changed since his time on out noble planet and he soon became disgusted at
all that he saw.
Part 2 i will write if you guys like the story so far :), please post any comments or idea's for the story :)
A silence crept over the once fierce men showing what that had truly become, cowards of the dark
bent on bringing there once insightful dream to reality. There they stood still the silence was
unbroken, there they stood still not a sigh of life as the silence grew deeper. As it seemed all hope
was lost it truly was, just a fools hope remained over everything else. Then without warning everything
seemed to unbind around them as a flicker of white light shone though the murky darkness and blinded
them with an unfamiliar sight. It was not the blazing sun peeping through there battered down walls,
but a sigh of small hope as this was the sigh that aid was coming.
Small cheers that would barely be recognised anywhere else could be heard as each man felt slightly
safer, slightly braver and slightly more worried. For as there aid approached so did the hour class
that would be the sign to go to battle, for kingdom and country, to fight for what was rightfully there
own. They waited many o days and as the tension grew stronger so did the talk among the men grow. Many
tried to keep busy, sharpening there swords, forging arrow tips from whatever could be found in the
half destroyed town witch they once called home. Home is hardly what it is know, a barren wasteland, a
place of desecration on witch its main attraction was the grave stones witch where numerous, spread
across the land like sand on a beach.
On the third day of waiting marches of a great, well equipped army could be heard echoing throughout the
land. The men know knew that the time had come to march, they slowly left the safeness of there small yet
familiar keep and made there way to riven hill, or as it had slowly began to be called "mount doom".
They met there fellow brothers at the top, armed to the teeth in shining armour of steel, smelted
by the experts blacksmiths of there lands. Darin our king approached with a sign of remorse for he knew
that it was him who would lead the last remaining army's of men to battle, and all-most certainly death.
The enemy that had threated them for so many years what known as the "THRUSAYA". Beast's of darkness led
by an undead leader of old. Being which his dream to decimate all that roam what he calls his own. His
spirit was told to be thrown from hell itself, cast from its fiery chasm back to the land that he once knew,
yet a great many things had changed since his time on out noble planet and he soon became disgusted at
all that he saw.
Part 2 i will write if you guys like the story so far :), please post any comments or idea's for the story :)