The Eternal Flame

[Shadowfax]

It is a story that is going to be a book.

The five titans of natures have created the planet Rallek. Everything was perfect, until one day. Peerus, Titan of Fire, interrupted Cyrrus, titan of Air and weather, while she was ressurrecting a priest. Only half of the enchantment went through, and brought back the priest half way. His evil side. He was an Undead. The Undead created the Orcs so they would have the strength to take over Rallek to control. Chaos spread, as the humans, who owned almost all of the Mainland of Rallek, got separated into: Lycksaw (Richest human faction, Khander (capital), Ascengore (most naturally defended faction), Deersai (poorest human faction.

Time has passed, adn the dwarves were the ones who were able to get some of the human lands back (the four factions). The Elves are isolated, for they are surrounded by mountains ten times the height of Mount Everest.
In order to restore order, one must seek and gain the Eternal Flame. It ahs the power to destroy evil.
Evrilith Miurdil, an elven lieutenant, jouneys to Khander. Along the way, he meets Karin, sorceress from Deersai, and they go to Khander. At Khander, Rathma, a human Necromancer and leader of the Magis, tests them, and two others (Dan, dwarven soldier, and Ray, Human Druid from Lycksaw) After the tests, the five journey out to go and quest for the Eternal Flame. They meet many races, and also challenges (bosses also). The one thing they have to realize to value, however, is their friends.

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Well! That is basically it.

[TheKing11]

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!That is amazing! I think it will be #1 book in the Multi-Verse! I cannot wait. How long will it be?
Wow I am speechless! That is #1 ShadowFax Lord of horses!:tup: :cool: ;)

[Omega]

*COUGH*RPG*COUGH*

please? :rolledeye

[darso]

That is amazing u deserve an encore :tup: :cool:

[Pixels]

0.o its confusing... but good:tup:

[~*BeAuTiFuL*~]

cool man, really cool!

[darso]

u should be in a copetition:rolledeye

[Shadowfax]

Here is a small excerpt to let you see how it is. It is just when the Undead were released, and after the making of the orcs.


The sky had darkened, and the wind had shifted and was approaching from the hills of Khander. However, the wind had never come from the hills, so this was a sure sign of danger. The king of Deersai gazed out his window. Danger was coming, and he could feel it. He turned towards his throne, walked, and sat down. He knew that he was going to take action, so he prepared.
The first Orc faction had marched over to Deersai. There they stood in front of the massive gates. They waited for the signal of the captain.
“Foes at the gates!” shouted a scout who had gone into the barracks. He darted from barracks to barracks reporting about the Orcs. He then ran over to the keep to where the king was sitting on his throne. “There are foes at the gates!” At this, the king rose. His face was tense and he frowned.
“Have the armies at the gates, however do not draw them. Hold until they come in. There we will surprise them,” he ordered. The scout turned and made for the door. “And fetch me my blade.” At this, the bemused scout turned towards the king. Sensing his confusion, the king replied, “It has been a long time.” The scout bounded out, fetched the blade, and returned it to the king. Afterward, the scout and the king headed out towards the gate. There the armies were line up in a phalanx. They each had hard leather armor and held a buckler. Each of them wielded a broad sword and a dirk. This would enable them to travel swiftly. They waited in silent, fear in their faces as nothing before.
The Orcs remained at the front and waited with irritation. Finally, the captain grew aggravated.
“We shall tarry here no longer. Convey the battering ram!” said he. At this, a vehicle rolled across the earth. The vehicle was merely the shape of the head of a ram on a log, set upon wheels. The ram would be heaved back, and locked. When ready, the rope would be shored and the ram would propel forward at a more effective pace than having Orcs holding and ramming by hand. They roped the log, and when the signal was given, they shored the lines and it rammed forward. Seven more attempts and the door was shattered into thousands of pieces. When the doors fell, the army of Deersai engaged the army of Orcs.
“Sire!” said the scout to the king.
“What is it?” asked he.
“A count brings us three to one negative, sir.” He was very worried, for they did not have great defenses to hold off such an army. The king turned his head and looked out at the Orc army.
“We will never live on,” said he. His face was tense and hard as he walked over to the gates. Each step was a step closer to fall, however, he still stroded with great trust. The scout ran up to him.
“My liege, what are you doing?” he asked.
“I am going to face; the end. Send a messenger to Lycksaw and Khander to tell the tale. I will buy them time.” He then drew his sword and stroded over to the gates. The Orcs were still lashing out attempting to pass the army. Though they were strong, the gates were not massive enough to permit such an army through. The king pushed passed the soldiers with them gawking at him. The Orcs for a reason halted and watched the king. He struck the Orc in front of him, and the Orc fell. This infuriated the Orcs and they took the battle once again. The king fought with great skill, however soon it was becoming too much work for him. The Orcs still pressed on, and they all struck the royal with such great of number, the king could not survive it. He fell to the ground and only hoped that the time was bought. Deersai fell.

[Omega]

Wow! Very Nice! :tup: