Since there doesnt seem to be any established canon pertaining to exactly who Armok is or what his origin is, I decided I might as well write a story about him. I'm not that good at drawing, so if anyone could contribute pictures, I would apreciate it.
The War of the Ancients
Before the age of myth, when the world was young, there was a race not unlike the humans. They were a young race, and they had recently discovered how to smelt steel. Deep beneath the earth, a great artifact was uncovered. It was the crown of long dead god. It granted divine powers to whoever possesed it. It was not long before the ancients fought over the divine crown. The war lasted for hundreds of years, and ravaged the realms. Eventualy, it was forgoten, lost in the ruins of a fortress whose name was lost long ago. That was, until a young wanderer came across it. He had fled his homeland after it was destroyed by raiders. He seemed drawn to this place, and had set out into the desert, almost sure that he would die, but determined nonetheless. When he finnaly reached the ruins, they were half burried under the dunes. He started digging. After an entire day, he found the crown on a marble pedestal in the midddle of a stone room, untouched by the sand and wind. On the walls were engravings depicting giant fish attacking small squat figures, magma, demons, tall long eared creatures being felled by the squat figures depicted earlier, and lakes of beer.The young man approached the crown without willing himself to, being drawn in. He grasped the crown, and the world went dark. He woke up at the top of a tall tower, covered in blood. The god had chosen him as his avatar, and they were noew one. He was the giver of life and the dealer of death. He was the lord of order and chaos. He was Armok, god of blood.
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Topic: Armok Chronicles (Read 836 times)