Post by Gadric on Jun 24, 2016 11:33:08 GMT -5
Chapter One: Depraven Invaders
The eve' is darkening on the third moon of the year 2199. We're at Praven, resting in the tavern, in one corner there are peasants mumbling about the harvest and claiming that it's almost the season for it. Blast and damnation! One exclaims as he slams his fist on the table. The others look at him with a solemn, yet agreeable look. Damn that Farmer Jenkins and his SWAD-Bot Unit Mk. IV, it is too efficient to compete against. I can only get so much milk from Bessy, my prize-winning cow!
A silence falls in the tavern, eyes fixated on the peasants in the corner. No one ever speaks out about Farmer Jenkins' robotic units. They bring economic wealth to the kingdom of Swadia. Wealth to himself and King Harlaus XIII.
The front door of the tavern slams open, a cloaked figure enters the dimly lit tavern. The tavernkeeper reaches for his woodchopping axe and shouts: Oi! You there! Stop! The sound reverbs through the tavern, followed by a murderous silence. The tavernkeeper doesn't relent at the stranger's silence and continues; ... you better not be a manhunter!
The rasp of a sword unsheathing from its scabbard is heard, the stranger draws arms. Everyone in the tavern gasps. Who is this ruffian? Someone call the guards! A man exclaims in fear, cowering behind his chair.
The stranger takes a step forward, a loud thump follows as he lands his boot on the ground. As he looks at the innocent patrons, he finally opens his mouth and yells a the top his lungs; ...Less talking! More raiding!
Screams echo throughout Praven, the town's bells ring throughout the town. Explosions resound down the street, a horn roars from the walls. Praven is under attack, windows shatter; the stranger removes his cloak, showing off his armour. A large host of Sea Raiders are docking in the harbour and disembarking their longships. Harken those who wouldn't listen, those who laughed at the prophecy. There's only one saviour now..
Chapter two coming soon...