Hello all. Before continuing with other projects, I will be doing a reboot and revision of my other game that didn't really take off. It is to both get my creative juices flowing and to get me back into writing in total.
Feel free to take part. This will be a bit less structured than it was in its other iteration. I will try and improve the flow, as the other one had terrible flow.
The World of Ricovero. A land of paradoxes and opposites. From the Iced Wastes, icebergs and frozen isles of the north to the warm, tropical South Feritul ocean, from the Deserts and jungles of Sagorcass to the Lush forests, grasslands and Fertile plains of Feritul, the duality of the planet can be seen everywhere.
So too can this duality be seen in the peoples of this planet. The black heated Atlovans contrast sharply with their golden, fireborn cousins the Atrians; Archdemons fight an eternal war with the mighty dragons; the Dwarves in their deep fortresses and the elves in their high trees and skyward reaching cities. The great Atrian High Empire, and its 10,000 year rule compared to the fluidity and fragility of the lesser lands.......
There are some, however, who do not fit in this dual world.
The humans, jacks of all trades, masters of none, wander and settle wherever they can farm or herd.
The halflings, little more than half pint humans, struggle to find their place in a world of giants.
The Drow, stuck in a millennia long civil war between the corrupt and pure, are chased through their caverns by creatures unfit to grace this world with their corrupting essence.
The Orcs, long since shattered into no less than three major sub groups, each vying for power and constantly coming into conflict with the more civilised.
And deep under the earth, deeper even than the Dwarves and Drow dare go, dwell creatures one would really not want to meet in a dark alley.
The Skeletal Shkahl prowl the depths, looking for more 'unluckies' to join their already burgeoning ranks.
And finally, the demonic Void Striders, abominations birthed from the darkest recesses of the Atlovan mind. Creatures with few equals. Beasts that make even the fierce Atrians, proud Dragons and noble Faradunian Elves tremble with fear........* * *
However, this is a story about how all things must come to an end.~~~
A storm brewed over the Atrian capital. Winds that rival the power of elementals buffeted the mighty Ironstone walls of the Emperors residence. Stood alone in one of the large stained crystalglass windows looking north, Emperor Aesterion Aruchael Draegonbloud brooded, something he had being doing a lot of in the recent months.
As a thick white streak of lightening arched down and struck the pinnacle of the Thardome, the central administration building of the Atrian military, a group of men clad in armour strode in, walking with purpose down the grand hall. They stood to attention in front of the throne as the Emperor walked slowly around to meet them.
"How goes it?" The Emperor asked, a grim expression on his face.
"It was not where the seeker said it would be, Sir. The chief mage seems to be under the impression that it was removed recently. He sent out several scouts, but they have yet to report back." Said a tall lord, clad in the detailed, eye catching armour of the Aberphilt Lords.
The Emperor frowns, his left hand absently stroking the side of his mouth. "This is unfortunate. I was hoping the Seekers words were hollow. How stands the military?"
A different lord, one wearing the rugged heavy armour of the Haberphilt Berserker Lords with a bald head, gray long beard and a large scar across his left eye, spoke up. "The Legions are ready. The Garrisons are on high alert. The Tyurelt Order is on watch, the Navy is patrolling and the Berserkers are rearing to go. Those black hearted bastards only have to show their heads once and the might of the empire will crash down on them like a ton of ironstone." The large mans mighty voice echoed through the hall, almost shaking the windows.
The Emperor nods. "Good...Good. The struggle ahead will be a long one, and it will be the first war to threaten the foundations of this very nation, of all nations, for over ten thousand years. But we shall go on to the end. We'll fight and defeat every army they'll send, we'll counter and kill every assassin they pay, we'll annihilate every abomination they raise. We shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall defend our nation, no we shall defend
all nations, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the caverns, we shall fight in the hills, we shall fight in the fields and in the citadels; we shall never surrender.
And should our nation fall, should our armies be wiped out, should our cities burn and our people be slaughtered, let it be known that the Atrians fought until the end, that we fought even when victory seemed impossible.
The Atrians are many things, but we are not cowards and shirkers."
~~~
Meanwhile the next morning......You awaken in a dim building, obviously a gutted and long abandoned town house, rubble, fallen timbers and various bits and bobs lying around you on the floor. Where you are too, by the way. However, instead of the silence of loneliness you would expect to hear in a ghost town which is where you would expect to find something like this, you can hear a cacophony of voices and sounds usually associated with a bustling city.
In fact, even though the windows are boarded up, you can clearly see long streams of sunlight pouring in, which are themselves often blocked by people moving, at least on what you think is ground level.
You turn you head around, only to come face to face with a bloody corpse, two long knives sticking out of where his eyes should be and a long, beautiful longsword jutting from his belly. Not far off, you see what looks like two small bloody stones and a sausage on the floor....your eyebrows raise suddenly as you realise what they are and you turn away quickly.
You have one banging headache, and what happened over the last few days s a blur.
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What do you do?
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