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The summary of the story (or back story)is:
You are a General renowned for never losing a single battle, until this very day, when you carelessly fell into a trap. You serve Argonia and Prince Edward, son of the late king Harold. His older son, Kurta, whom was not named as the heir, started a revolt against the land of Argonia. However, the Prince cannot claim the throne while there is a civil war, especially when he is outnumbered by Kurta supporters, also known as "Kurtanians". Hence, you battle for your freedom, and ultimately the fate of the world.
I am new to this, but I would really love create a story that everyone enjoys. I accept criticism openly.
Prologue:
You open your eyes. The afterlife looks somewhat like the inside of a peasant's house. You quickly come to your senses and realizations that it, in fact, is a peasant's house. You also notice your bandages on various parts of your body and that you are incredibly sore.
Your equipment lies in an open casket adjacent to your bed. You also notice a cup of warm, brown liquid which would probably be coffee, as if it had been placed there not too long ago.
You take your equipment out of the casket, only to find out that it is completely shredded to pieces. Your chest-plate is torn, every piece of armour is broken beyond repair. All except for your arm-guard that signifies you as the General of the Argonian Empire. You can't find your blade anywhere, yet you quickly lose interest, believing that it, too, is broken.
You hear footsteps in the other room.
This has been moved to http://dtgc.forumotion.com/t3-destiny-of-legends#4
Alternatively you can join the IRC channel destiny on http://webchat.freenode.net/#
The summary of the story (or back story)is:
You are a General renowned for never losing a single battle, until this very day, when you carelessly fell into a trap. You serve Argonia and Prince Edward, son of the late king Harold. His older son, Kurta, whom was not named as the heir, started a revolt against the land of Argonia. However, the Prince cannot claim the throne while there is a civil war, especially when he is outnumbered by Kurta supporters, also known as "Kurtanians". Hence, you battle for your freedom, and ultimately the fate of the world.
I am new to this, but I would really love create a story that everyone enjoys. I accept criticism openly.
Prologue:
The sun rises from the horizon. Your men are standing attentively, awaiting your signal. You take a breath, and mentally prepare yourself. Confident in your abilities, having commanded and won all of your battles, your presence alone gives your men morale. You make your speech.
You turn towards your soldiers.
"Men. We are here today, because we fight for our land."
Your men roar with agreement.
"We are here to fight for our loved ones. We are here, right now, at daybreak, standing in the mud, freezing our asses off, instead of laying in a warm bed with our wives, because of those Kurtanians, standing just over that horizon."
Your turn out towards the field.
"Let's win this and get back to them in one piece, shall we?"
You turn towards the field, and raise your sword.
"For Prince Edward! The rightful ruler of Argonia!"
Hidden in the trees, your archers, facing westward towards the hill, gaze upon your sword, as it cuts through the air downward. The signal has been triggered. Your archers fire their arrows, having been readied the moment you raised your blade. The arrows cut through the first wave of Kurtanian soldiers. Your Cavalry now charges at the front and rips through the battalion. As you and your remaining men charge off, you notice that you are rushing into a small battalion of no more than 300 men. Your entire army notices this too.
"Maybe they have already retreated?" One man suggests.
No, it can't be. Your experience tells you this much. You have fallen into a trap.
It isn't clear as to what happened next. All you know is that you heard loud noises, and that dozens of bodies fell upon you. As you fall into darkness, you can't help but to wonder how this could have happened. You close your eyes as your accept your fate.
You turn towards your soldiers.
"Men. We are here today, because we fight for our land."
Your men roar with agreement.
"We are here to fight for our loved ones. We are here, right now, at daybreak, standing in the mud, freezing our asses off, instead of laying in a warm bed with our wives, because of those Kurtanians, standing just over that horizon."
Your turn out towards the field.
"Let's win this and get back to them in one piece, shall we?"
You turn towards the field, and raise your sword.
"For Prince Edward! The rightful ruler of Argonia!"
Hidden in the trees, your archers, facing westward towards the hill, gaze upon your sword, as it cuts through the air downward. The signal has been triggered. Your archers fire their arrows, having been readied the moment you raised your blade. The arrows cut through the first wave of Kurtanian soldiers. Your Cavalry now charges at the front and rips through the battalion. As you and your remaining men charge off, you notice that you are rushing into a small battalion of no more than 300 men. Your entire army notices this too.
"Maybe they have already retreated?" One man suggests.
No, it can't be. Your experience tells you this much. You have fallen into a trap.
It isn't clear as to what happened next. All you know is that you heard loud noises, and that dozens of bodies fell upon you. As you fall into darkness, you can't help but to wonder how this could have happened. You close your eyes as your accept your fate.
You open your eyes. The afterlife looks somewhat like the inside of a peasant's house. You quickly come to your senses and realizations that it, in fact, is a peasant's house. You also notice your bandages on various parts of your body and that you are incredibly sore.
Your equipment lies in an open casket adjacent to your bed. You also notice a cup of warm, brown liquid which would probably be coffee, as if it had been placed there not too long ago.
You take your equipment out of the casket, only to find out that it is completely shredded to pieces. Your chest-plate is torn, every piece of armour is broken beyond repair. All except for your arm-guard that signifies you as the General of the Argonian Empire. You can't find your blade anywhere, yet you quickly lose interest, believing that it, too, is broken.
You hear footsteps in the other room.
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