Post by reven358 on Jan 13, 2009 17:33:36 GMT -5
Chapter 2
From his place on the stretcher had a view of the battle field, dust was covering the sun, the rough dirt burned red with blood. But Marcus was not paying attention to the battle; he cared more for the scenery around the field. There were sand spires to the south, arching up 100 feet in the air, touching the sky. To the north was plain dirt, brown and loose under a boot. In the east was The Glass Hills, called such because of the almost completely transparent ice that made up the mounds. And finally in the west was a churning ocean was a storm was always brewing. The Encontrarse is truly a beautiful place thought Marcus. Falling unconscious yet again, Marcus was carried on the stretcher to a nearby command/medical tent. Once inside the tent, the medics tended to Marcus’ assortment of small cuts and bruises. Flickering his eyes open again, Marcus spotted the two Arena Legends, Xavier and Jose.
“You should know better”, scolded Jose “using up all of your energy just to dispatch a single measly opponent”
“From what I could see that thing appeared to be a dreadna, a creature from The Black Abyss!” Offered Xavier.
“Yes, yes I know” Jose paced back and forth across the tent. Jose would take several minutes to think, Marcus knew this so he took his chance to look around the tent.
It was a larger tent than the average tent, more like a small room. The cloth was the finest dyed wool; several pieces of furniture littered the inside. In the north part of the tent there was a small cot with a wooden table beside it. The table was covered in glass bottles and an old mortar and pestle for grinding herbs into a potion. On the Southside was a cabinet meant to keep viles of poisons. On the east side was the bed were Marcus was lying in and on the west side was the entrance flap with two guards standing beside it.
Stopping his pacing, Jose turned toward Marcus’ bed and said “It seems that the Drake King has been stirring recently, he is the only one that has the sort of power, besides Xavier and I, to open the Black Abyss.”
Xavier stepped in “If he is back as you say then the whole regiment is in grave danger of being attacked by a whole army of dreadna!”
“I know this is a grave situation indeed” Jose walked over the guard standing by the entrance flap “Captain! Round up a squad of about 8 and set out for the Dead Mountains, immediately!”
“Yes, sir!” the soldier marched out of the tent. Xavier eyed Jose suspiciously “Why the Dead Mountains?” He inquired
“Because that is the place the he went first when he was awoken in the Age of Dahm” stated Jose simply. “Of course, but if he was there, a small reconnaissance squad will not survive long enough to find out, he would be well protected by numerous dreadna” Marcus had listening to this conversation and was now becoming agitated, “what is going on? What are the Death Mountains? What is a dreadna? Where is the Black Abyss? And Who is the Drake King?” Jose sighed and pulled up a chair in front of Marcus’ bed
“Xavier, take a seat, this will be a while, well were to begin, several millennia ago there was a god, he was the god of all that was on this land. He ruled over the people with a stern but fair hand.
It did not take that long for the god to become interested in a certain female, she was the pride of her family who were know for miles around because their daughter was the most beautiful woman in the cosmos. The god could not resist her beauty and so whisked her away from her family to live in his palace in the sky were all the pillars and seats and floors were gold. The two lived in the palace for years, and then came that faithful day the woman gave birth to a son. The god had no intention of keeping his newly born son so he banished him to live in a small village; here is where he grew up as a poor farm boy never knowing his true heritage.
37 years after the birth of the son the gods wife fell ill to an unknown plague, the god tried everything but nothing would help her, she passed away in her sleep.
This illness was blamed on the god so the people of the villages sent their strongest men to kill him. None of them prevailed. Finally, the farm boy volunteered to go to the god. Armed with nothing else but a shield and a long bronze sword he set out for the palace. Upon his arrival the god was furious that another “champion” had come to kill him like he was some sort of wild beast, and without a thought he struck down his son in one move. Only after the farm boy was dead did the god discover what he had done. In desperation he tried to resurrect his son but he did not succeed then he remembered a last but most terrifying way of resurrection. Implanting the heart of a dragon into the body of his son, the god hunted down a dragon and killed it taking its heart. Before it died the dragon had said to the god that his son would be better off dead, the god ignored it. When the implant was completed the son came back to life but not as the god wanted, he had unimaginable power even more so than the god possessed. The god was bewildered; the son took one swing at the god cutting off his head. The son dug into the cavity left but the head and ate the heart of a god. With his power increased almost 10 fold the son declared himself the Drake King! He summoned whole armies of creatures from the Black Abyss, Dreadna. He burned the bodies of all who opposed him; this is how the people lived for over a century. But then it was your own ancestor Alexander the First who dared battle the King. After a long harse battle, Alexander was able to seal the body of the Drake King into the Black Abyss. Alexander died while doing this but he did not kill the King, only sealing him. That is were the King now slumbers but I fear now he has been stirring.”
End Chapter
From his place on the stretcher had a view of the battle field, dust was covering the sun, the rough dirt burned red with blood. But Marcus was not paying attention to the battle; he cared more for the scenery around the field. There were sand spires to the south, arching up 100 feet in the air, touching the sky. To the north was plain dirt, brown and loose under a boot. In the east was The Glass Hills, called such because of the almost completely transparent ice that made up the mounds. And finally in the west was a churning ocean was a storm was always brewing. The Encontrarse is truly a beautiful place thought Marcus. Falling unconscious yet again, Marcus was carried on the stretcher to a nearby command/medical tent. Once inside the tent, the medics tended to Marcus’ assortment of small cuts and bruises. Flickering his eyes open again, Marcus spotted the two Arena Legends, Xavier and Jose.
“You should know better”, scolded Jose “using up all of your energy just to dispatch a single measly opponent”
“From what I could see that thing appeared to be a dreadna, a creature from The Black Abyss!” Offered Xavier.
“Yes, yes I know” Jose paced back and forth across the tent. Jose would take several minutes to think, Marcus knew this so he took his chance to look around the tent.
It was a larger tent than the average tent, more like a small room. The cloth was the finest dyed wool; several pieces of furniture littered the inside. In the north part of the tent there was a small cot with a wooden table beside it. The table was covered in glass bottles and an old mortar and pestle for grinding herbs into a potion. On the Southside was a cabinet meant to keep viles of poisons. On the east side was the bed were Marcus was lying in and on the west side was the entrance flap with two guards standing beside it.
Stopping his pacing, Jose turned toward Marcus’ bed and said “It seems that the Drake King has been stirring recently, he is the only one that has the sort of power, besides Xavier and I, to open the Black Abyss.”
Xavier stepped in “If he is back as you say then the whole regiment is in grave danger of being attacked by a whole army of dreadna!”
“I know this is a grave situation indeed” Jose walked over the guard standing by the entrance flap “Captain! Round up a squad of about 8 and set out for the Dead Mountains, immediately!”
“Yes, sir!” the soldier marched out of the tent. Xavier eyed Jose suspiciously “Why the Dead Mountains?” He inquired
“Because that is the place the he went first when he was awoken in the Age of Dahm” stated Jose simply. “Of course, but if he was there, a small reconnaissance squad will not survive long enough to find out, he would be well protected by numerous dreadna” Marcus had listening to this conversation and was now becoming agitated, “what is going on? What are the Death Mountains? What is a dreadna? Where is the Black Abyss? And Who is the Drake King?” Jose sighed and pulled up a chair in front of Marcus’ bed
“Xavier, take a seat, this will be a while, well were to begin, several millennia ago there was a god, he was the god of all that was on this land. He ruled over the people with a stern but fair hand.
It did not take that long for the god to become interested in a certain female, she was the pride of her family who were know for miles around because their daughter was the most beautiful woman in the cosmos. The god could not resist her beauty and so whisked her away from her family to live in his palace in the sky were all the pillars and seats and floors were gold. The two lived in the palace for years, and then came that faithful day the woman gave birth to a son. The god had no intention of keeping his newly born son so he banished him to live in a small village; here is where he grew up as a poor farm boy never knowing his true heritage.
37 years after the birth of the son the gods wife fell ill to an unknown plague, the god tried everything but nothing would help her, she passed away in her sleep.
This illness was blamed on the god so the people of the villages sent their strongest men to kill him. None of them prevailed. Finally, the farm boy volunteered to go to the god. Armed with nothing else but a shield and a long bronze sword he set out for the palace. Upon his arrival the god was furious that another “champion” had come to kill him like he was some sort of wild beast, and without a thought he struck down his son in one move. Only after the farm boy was dead did the god discover what he had done. In desperation he tried to resurrect his son but he did not succeed then he remembered a last but most terrifying way of resurrection. Implanting the heart of a dragon into the body of his son, the god hunted down a dragon and killed it taking its heart. Before it died the dragon had said to the god that his son would be better off dead, the god ignored it. When the implant was completed the son came back to life but not as the god wanted, he had unimaginable power even more so than the god possessed. The god was bewildered; the son took one swing at the god cutting off his head. The son dug into the cavity left but the head and ate the heart of a god. With his power increased almost 10 fold the son declared himself the Drake King! He summoned whole armies of creatures from the Black Abyss, Dreadna. He burned the bodies of all who opposed him; this is how the people lived for over a century. But then it was your own ancestor Alexander the First who dared battle the King. After a long harse battle, Alexander was able to seal the body of the Drake King into the Black Abyss. Alexander died while doing this but he did not kill the King, only sealing him. That is were the King now slumbers but I fear now he has been stirring.”
End Chapter
