Domain, Legend of the Battle: Part 1
By Daniel Oakley (Daneo)
The moon was glistening a bright silver, spraying a ray of white light upon the dirty, trodden ground. It was then replaced by a large, measly foot which gave off the sound of clanging metal as it hit the floor. His round blue eyes sparkled giving off the essence of holy enlightment and his entire body cast a consecrated, luminous aura. In his left hand, he a held a sacred cross and in the right, a bloodstained, fierce sword.
Alongside him, was a woman embracing a colossalus staff with the marks of many ancient runes upon it. Her long red hair blew in the freezing wind, and with its icy hands managed to creep upon her face. A face crafted with such perfection, the creation of the Gods.
On the other side however, was what looked to be an old man. Muttering incantations under his breath, concentrating... and also watching his fellow companions closely. He wore robes of a beautiful gold and white cloth, soft to the touch. He had muffled grey, short hair and surprisingly looked very aware, however he did seem very drained. Following him, walked a wonderful, flaming creature giving off a blast of hot, fiery ash as its paws touched the ground.
Although these mighty heroes may have seemed to act perfectly harmlessly between each other, the three of them knew that neither of them could be trusted. They were one day to fight as enemies in order to claim the lands of Domain.
The soldier called Tristan was determined to claim the throne for the Mortals, the woman, Eilene, was thriving for the for success of Hell, and the older-looking man, Kurtous, was to obtain the throne for Heaven. However, it is your choice who you choose to aid, choose wisely.
It was beginning to rain and the wind was becoming fierce. The thousands of icy, cold droplets flew through the air and exploded upon Destrous’ freezing body. It managed to seep its way around his armour and was then absorbed into his comfortable garments. He was beginning to struggle to fight through the weather and needed somewhere comfortable and warm to stay. The hand grasping his faithful sword was beginning to tremble as they began to freeze and fail to grip at all.
The cracking of thunder could be heard in the distance and one or two bolts of fierce lightning could be seen, however so could numerous bright lights in the distance. He abruptly came to a halt as a sudden cry could be heard. It was not the cry of a terrified woman, nor the plea of any other victim. No infact, it was a booming cackle that echoed across the shaken ground. It lasted for about five seconds whilst Destrous stood there trying to restrain his prejudisitc thoughts, he then silently creeped closer.
The rain had stopped and it was the beginning of dawn now, and the vision of a bright orange light emitted across the blood-soaked ground and then blinded the wandering hero. Infront of him was an old wooden fence with blood splattered across it. To the side of the fence was a wooden sign which looked to be even more blood across it, the sides weathered down which made it look old, battered and obviously needed an replacement. Upon it stated..
"Welcome to the Village of the Apprentices"
By Daniel Oakley (Daneo)
The moon was glistening a bright silver, spraying a ray of white light upon the dirty, trodden ground. It was then replaced by a large, measly foot which gave off the sound of clanging metal as it hit the floor. His round blue eyes sparkled giving off the essence of holy enlightment and his entire body cast a consecrated, luminous aura. In his left hand, he a held a sacred cross and in the right, a bloodstained, fierce sword.
Alongside him, was a woman embracing a colossalus staff with the marks of many ancient runes upon it. Her long red hair blew in the freezing wind, and with its icy hands managed to creep upon her face. A face crafted with such perfection, the creation of the Gods.
On the other side however, was what looked to be an old man. Muttering incantations under his breath, concentrating... and also watching his fellow companions closely. He wore robes of a beautiful gold and white cloth, soft to the touch. He had muffled grey, short hair and surprisingly looked very aware, however he did seem very drained. Following him, walked a wonderful, flaming creature giving off a blast of hot, fiery ash as its paws touched the ground.
Although these mighty heroes may have seemed to act perfectly harmlessly between each other, the three of them knew that neither of them could be trusted. They were one day to fight as enemies in order to claim the lands of Domain.
The soldier called Tristan was determined to claim the throne for the Mortals, the woman, Eilene, was thriving for the for success of Hell, and the older-looking man, Kurtous, was to obtain the throne for Heaven. However, it is your choice who you choose to aid, choose wisely.
It was beginning to rain and the wind was becoming fierce. The thousands of icy, cold droplets flew through the air and exploded upon Destrous’ freezing body. It managed to seep its way around his armour and was then absorbed into his comfortable garments. He was beginning to struggle to fight through the weather and needed somewhere comfortable and warm to stay. The hand grasping his faithful sword was beginning to tremble as they began to freeze and fail to grip at all.
The cracking of thunder could be heard in the distance and one or two bolts of fierce lightning could be seen, however so could numerous bright lights in the distance. He abruptly came to a halt as a sudden cry could be heard. It was not the cry of a terrified woman, nor the plea of any other victim. No infact, it was a booming cackle that echoed across the shaken ground. It lasted for about five seconds whilst Destrous stood there trying to restrain his prejudisitc thoughts, he then silently creeped closer.
The rain had stopped and it was the beginning of dawn now, and the vision of a bright orange light emitted across the blood-soaked ground and then blinded the wandering hero. Infront of him was an old wooden fence with blood splattered across it. To the side of the fence was a wooden sign which looked to be even more blood across it, the sides weathered down which made it look old, battered and obviously needed an replacement. Upon it stated..
"Welcome to the Village of the Apprentices"
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