I'm joining... do I need to post WIP's? Also does the story need to be based in a medieval time?
I almost feel sorry for the judge . But please tell me, are mages considered soldiers or I should rethink It?
EDIT: Here's WiP #2
A time will come,
When we prevail or succumb.
Bloodthirsty cries will echo in the sands,
The stench of death shall cover the lands.
The trolls are hungry for power,
come has the long awaited hour.
In an attempt to end the sages' order,
they will bring him through the dimensional border.
Stop him, the sages will try,
but one by one, they will all die.
Only one shall remain,
amongst the bodies of the slain.
Alexander, the most powerful and wise,
yet even he cannot stop the dark arbiter's rise.
To trick him, the mage hopes,
but smarten than he looks, the titan proves.
Now, powerless before the Shadowlord he is,
the last of the mighty order brought to his knees.
Unleashing his full wrath,
The monstrous being engulfs him in a fiery bath.
His burnt body falls to the ground,
the shadow minions then move to surround.
Suddenly, out of the dark and cloudy skies,
A bolt of lightning hits the dead sage's blue eyes.
He is back from the dead,
with new powers but no memories in his head.
A second chance he was given,
to fight the evil which has arisen.
Not a moment too soon,
he summons forth a monsoon.
Lightning strikes, thunder roars.
Dust and rocks are flying and landing on the floors.
Amongst all the chaos and destruction,
only Alexander and the demon remain.
Neither of them thinking of running,
both are equally cunning.
Without giving it much though,
they charge at each other, preparing for a last shot.
Then out of nowhere,
a spell is weaved for the first time.
New energies are being channeled,
and dangerous magics are being handled.
The rest will remain untold,
as the future is yet to unfold. . .
What is this feeling? I feel, something. This is not right.
I woke up and got my gear. It is a special day. For it is a feast where we give offering to the gods. Yet, I am still uncomfortable, for I feel a strange presence? What could it be?
I went out and took a look at the sun. If Apollo, god of sun and prophecies is up there, can he tell me what I feel?
I took a couple of minutes to get to the temple, which was newly painted by gold. You can see fire stroking the air and smoke filling the sky. I went up and raised my sword to the gate, it is a tradition to Greeks to do this.
It was a ceremony, each one of the citizens gave offerings. Livestock, Crops and even their own money, just to please the gods.
I guarded the temple and scanned the forest and south of the forest was a lake snaking towards the rice fields, which was uprooted by the terrible storm last week.
I took my attention to the town, a town looks like dots on the top of the temple, small houses scattered among the land, most of them with jugs of water outside, but some have red flags saying the Greek god they worship in Greek.
My attention was diverted by a scent , and curiously smelled the air. Wait. This air, smells different. It smells like, fresh blood. I begin to think if I will alarm the guards. But when I made up my mind to say my findings, I saw bodies. My system seems not pleased with the scene.
When I averted my attention to the clouds, I saw the arrows raining from the sky.
"RUN!" I yelled to the townsfolk, "Go for the hills!"
Total Pandemonium scattered like fire towards the citizens, they fled and covered themselves from the line of sight of the enemy soldiers. Children started screaming for their parents, but the arrows struck the children too. A few lucky persons managed to escape to the hills, but was blocked by a few sentries, and stabbed.
Great. Bodies began to pile up everywhere.
I had reversed my train of thought and glanced at the enemy soldiers, I saw a battalion of warriors of another tribe, coming out of the forest. Some where carrying flags and all of them in full gear. About 500 of them, including the cavalries and archers.
Then I had scanned my surroundings and saw that our men went down from 200 to 75. Woah. The Bodies, the scent of blood. This is a well planned attack.
A horseman reared his reins and screamed " SURRENDER, WE OUT NUMBER YOU! JOIN US, OR PERISH "
My mind raced. I felt something stirring within me, but I ignored it and started to hold my breath " FOR GREECE! " I roared. All of my fellow soldiers followed the cry and went to battle.
The battle had started and adrenaline injected battle frenzy to my brain. My legs jolted to battle and I have killed, 30? 40? Or even more. May the gods forgive me. While I was down checking a body of a enemy, to check if there is any useful items like, poison, throwing knives or maybe some coins, I felt a new presence of a soldier behind me and smashed his head with the hammer of a corpse.
Screaming, laughter and slaughter everywhere. The once town of a peaceful tribe was burnt to the ground, painted with fresh blood. " RESISTANCE IS FUTILE! " Bellowed the leader horseman.
"Romans! We should have known!" a fellow Greek soldier whimpered while he snapped two arrows from his arm.
"Now is not the time Oppio! Lord Ares, give me strength!"
After this small prayer, I charged once more to the battle, and I slaughtered more enemies, and I felt a arrow piercing my foot. Painful, yes, but it did not stop me. For I will fight until the end of my life.
A few minutes later, bodies were littered everywhere, fire went wild with the houses, buildings were thrashed and looted and the sky went dark, the battle sank badly on our side. I was the only soldier standing.
"Surrender! You have no match for Rome!" A horseman steered before me. He uttered some words and a couple of sentries came and tied me up.
"Well? I am waiting." the horseman smiled. " You are worthy to become a lieutenant of mine. " Raindrops fall lightly on his helmet.
I refused and spat blood on him, which was mixed with rain water, but for one, I do not care. His face became a sneer and he readied his spear.
Lord Hades. If you hear this prayer, give me the power to defeat this dirty scums. I will be your loyal slave for eternity.
Then I felt the spear tip on my chest. I felt something mixed with my blood. This, I have felt this before. Poison. His stupid spear is poisoned. I screamed but no sound left my mouth. Blood splashed from my breastplate and I was slowly dying.
I heard the laughter of the Romans. I can see but my eyesight is very red and dark.
Elysium. No, maybe Asphodel. I will accept my defeat. I thought.
I died. But the horseman saw something stirring on my chest. He saw, a dark spiny claw.
No, it cannot be. Pluto cannot resurrect people from the dead without reason. No. He will not resurrect. the horseman mind raced while he watched the spike became a claw, and a claw appearing to be a, crown?
I felt a surge of energy to my mind. New found power runs through my veins. My eyesight went berserk, my brain feels faster and sharper. No. This power is not new! This. I have felt this stirring upon me. It feels the presence of ... death. Though I did not speak, another voice came out of my mouth and yelled " I AM THANATOS, SERVANT OF HADES. KNEEL OR FACE MY WRATH !"
Rome's soldiers ran away from me. No it is not me. I feel another soul controlling me. I am an Incarnated spirit. Born to destroy those who oppose Greece. I turned and swung my sword, which turned into a pitch black scythe, and brought the enemies to their knees.
The leader cavalier, stunned, saw me and attacked with his poison spear. I saw his attack coming and swung the crook of my scythe to his neck and sliced it open. His blood scattered on his horse. A few seconds, the war is over, Greece has won once more.
I pushed my palm downwards, and the bodies sank to feed Cerberus. My scythe reaped the souls, so that I can summon them at will. The fallen Roman soldiers that fell in my hand lies in the edge of my scythe. They are very powerful and loyal soldiers, except for that particular cavalier, which he will experience eternal poison in Fields of Punishment. The few remaining Greek people started to kneel upon us. Yes, us.
Together with Thanatos, We will rebuild this city once more. We will bless those who worship us. And destroy those who oppose our will. We saw the new city of Greece. From ashes we fought, we raised the banners once more. And it will not burn down again.
Now we sit on our throne during this day, maybe watching you right now. We are the Incarnation of Thanatos, the death knight, servant of Hades. We shall protect Greece for my eternal lifetime.
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