Ok so to begin with... This is my first time doing anything like this haha... Not too sure where or what i should be posting... So let me know if something goes horribly wrong :]
It sort of like... Each chapter is about a different group.. type thing?... (The 'good 'guys first... 'Bad' guys second) It carries on like this throughout then towards the end of the chapters... they will get closer and closer till they finally meet and like... have like.. all out warfare... ok thats enough from me...
I kind of need help with the layout... and possibly punctuation...
P.S... Last thing i promise... Could be a few spelling errors in there... Havn't proof read it yet haha.
PROLOGUE
The year 2209, two hundred years after the Gates of Notork were ever opened, a time of horror, a time of desolation. The great war against the Krigns, on this day, it was the largest attack from the Krigns the land had ever seen, the attacks from everywhere, capturing kings, killing the villagers. The lands divided amonst themselves, seperated from each other. Eventually the land was united once again due to Kelym's actions. The battle between Krigns and the land raged for several years, until the gates were locked. Forever. Many of the Krign tribes were scattered, many retreted to their homelands, to resume their plan of revenge and distruction. The surrounding land had provailed, but it was now a broken land. new age of warfare would be unleashed upon the land. The land needs heroes, like never before.
CHAPTER 1
His eyes flickered open, but all he could see was darkness. A putrid stench filled his nose as he gagged. His arms felt as if they were made from lead but also weak, the muscles aching and sore from the fearsome battle however he managed to push himself up with all of his might. The land was scorched, burning trees and demolish buildings lay crumpled on the floor. As he rolled himself over he found himself staring into a pair of cold, dead eyes. He shrieked out in horror and pushed himself away from the rotting corpse, its face obscured by straggled black hair. He scrambled back, finding himself on the top of a mountain of dead.
The drumming had started, an infernal sound, like the heart beat of a demonic, evil god, the horrific sound echoed around his head, coming from every direction. He could feel the immense sound hammering down upon him like a weight on his chest. He curled up into a tiny ball covering his ears with his massive hands, trying to block out the monstrous sound. His eyes were shut, but yet still saw images of hate and violence. He saw the Krign, with eyes of fire that stared deeply into his soul. He heard the demonic laughter of the evil beings, and the swords screaming through the air as they clash with almighty force. As the Krigns laughed their bloodthirsty teeth were revealed from its gaping jaw, the hateful creatures black filled flesh reached towards him breathing heavily as its arms creep closer. Scorching arrows fly through the black, opaque sky, piercing the Krigns head, in the distance stands another survivor, his crimson bow partially visible. Long hair sweeps across his face in the threatening wind.
As the two men approach each other wearily, as the low fog begins to thin, the men run towards each other with a delighted expression, pushing through the pain they have suffered. As the two ran towards each other, their smile acting as a beacon of hope amongst the hellish caverns. The two press through the black filled crevice, slaying the incoming frenzy of Krigns. In the background stands what could only be described as an angel, beaming lights surround it, bolts fly from it, was it survivor? Or something unnatural? Questioned the pair, as they march on the object becomes clearer, it was another survivor, the dazzling aura spiralling around the body of the man stunned the couple in their tracks. The pair dart across the field of dead to where the third survivor is standing, muttering words, his dark blue eyes focused on the Gates of Notork, as the gates begin to close the pair look at each other and run to each side of the gate and begin to bush, although it does not move any faster.
The glowing man turns his gaunt face towards the two men, although not saying a word, is it clear what must be done, the two men run to the side of the ‘angel’ and focus their gaze onto the gate, lights burn through dark sky that hugged the world landing on each of the three members. In synchronisation they begin mumbling incoherent words simultaneously, the massive gates begin to shut, faster, until the booming noise blasts out, the Gates of Notork were shut, keeping the Krigns from reaching the living, forever.
It sort of like... Each chapter is about a different group.. type thing?... (The 'good 'guys first... 'Bad' guys second) It carries on like this throughout then towards the end of the chapters... they will get closer and closer till they finally meet and like... have like.. all out warfare... ok thats enough from me...
I kind of need help with the layout... and possibly punctuation...
P.S... Last thing i promise... Could be a few spelling errors in there... Havn't proof read it yet haha.
PROLOGUE
The year 2209, two hundred years after the Gates of Notork were ever opened, a time of horror, a time of desolation. The great war against the Krigns, on this day, it was the largest attack from the Krigns the land had ever seen, the attacks from everywhere, capturing kings, killing the villagers. The lands divided amonst themselves, seperated from each other. Eventually the land was united once again due to Kelym's actions. The battle between Krigns and the land raged for several years, until the gates were locked. Forever. Many of the Krign tribes were scattered, many retreted to their homelands, to resume their plan of revenge and distruction. The surrounding land had provailed, but it was now a broken land. new age of warfare would be unleashed upon the land. The land needs heroes, like never before.
CHAPTER 1
His eyes flickered open, but all he could see was darkness. A putrid stench filled his nose as he gagged. His arms felt as if they were made from lead but also weak, the muscles aching and sore from the fearsome battle however he managed to push himself up with all of his might. The land was scorched, burning trees and demolish buildings lay crumpled on the floor. As he rolled himself over he found himself staring into a pair of cold, dead eyes. He shrieked out in horror and pushed himself away from the rotting corpse, its face obscured by straggled black hair. He scrambled back, finding himself on the top of a mountain of dead.
The drumming had started, an infernal sound, like the heart beat of a demonic, evil god, the horrific sound echoed around his head, coming from every direction. He could feel the immense sound hammering down upon him like a weight on his chest. He curled up into a tiny ball covering his ears with his massive hands, trying to block out the monstrous sound. His eyes were shut, but yet still saw images of hate and violence. He saw the Krign, with eyes of fire that stared deeply into his soul. He heard the demonic laughter of the evil beings, and the swords screaming through the air as they clash with almighty force. As the Krigns laughed their bloodthirsty teeth were revealed from its gaping jaw, the hateful creatures black filled flesh reached towards him breathing heavily as its arms creep closer. Scorching arrows fly through the black, opaque sky, piercing the Krigns head, in the distance stands another survivor, his crimson bow partially visible. Long hair sweeps across his face in the threatening wind.
As the two men approach each other wearily, as the low fog begins to thin, the men run towards each other with a delighted expression, pushing through the pain they have suffered. As the two ran towards each other, their smile acting as a beacon of hope amongst the hellish caverns. The two press through the black filled crevice, slaying the incoming frenzy of Krigns. In the background stands what could only be described as an angel, beaming lights surround it, bolts fly from it, was it survivor? Or something unnatural? Questioned the pair, as they march on the object becomes clearer, it was another survivor, the dazzling aura spiralling around the body of the man stunned the couple in their tracks. The pair dart across the field of dead to where the third survivor is standing, muttering words, his dark blue eyes focused on the Gates of Notork, as the gates begin to close the pair look at each other and run to each side of the gate and begin to bush, although it does not move any faster.
The glowing man turns his gaunt face towards the two men, although not saying a word, is it clear what must be done, the two men run to the side of the ‘angel’ and focus their gaze onto the gate, lights burn through dark sky that hugged the world landing on each of the three members. In synchronisation they begin mumbling incoherent words simultaneously, the massive gates begin to shut, faster, until the booming noise blasts out, the Gates of Notork were shut, keeping the Krigns from reaching the living, forever.
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