My first shot at something interesting
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Scourge of the Land, Scourge of the Sea Intro
Kerning City, it's where I grew up and my home. But now we have a pirate problem.
I can barely remember the stories of the pirate's first arrival thirty years ago, from a far away continent unknown to Victoria Island or Ossyria. They called it, "Nautlantis," a land filled with mystery and suspense. At first, we welcomed the pirates with open arms, but little did we know what they held in store for us.
They moved with speed, and ferociousness. They attacked before a single guard alerted the city. Pirate ships patrolled the city, simply annihilating anything in their path with explosions of disaster. Bullets where flying in the air like scrambled fighter jets.
Now, here I stand, in the remains of what was the place I called home. The only place in Kerning that remains standing, or I could say uncrushed, is the Dark Lord's secret hideout. He signaled a call on the first sound of warning. it gathered all of the town's people, and together, we placed a high-powered variation of Dark Sight on the underground lair. Almost everyone survived the raid. The Dark Lord, with all his scrolls of knowledge, fled to Sleepywood and took refuge there. The rest of the thieves soon followed, and Sleepywood became known as New Kerning. Other deserters started a new life, a new class in the remaining cities.
The pirates took control of the rest of the city, and ransacked all valuables. Our own potion shop, which promoted drug overdoses, is no more. The weapons and armor vendors, gone. Even the mineral refinery plant, barely known to the city of Kerning, robbed.
Legend has it that in ancient times, monsters controlled almost the whole continent, and with the level of skills they had developed back then, no one could fend them off. Balrogs set cities aflame, and Drakes trampled the medieval architecture. The four ancient leaders of Victoria, not the ones we know today, but the first true masters of each of their own art, held a meeting to decide the future of Victoria.
The leader of the warriors, Raging Hawk, proposed that they stay and fight. The Dark Lord, the very first, decided on a new course of action. He proposed to launch a program, Operation OS, or Over Sea. They sent a small group of each class to colonize a new world, a world recently discovered, in an effort for the arts to survive the onslaught. Each class and every sub-class was sent, one of each. All together, the party of ten left on a galleon headed for an unknown land. No one has heard from them since.
But in the end, the four masters worked in synergy and developed their own art to the fourth level. With the new-found power, they pushed back the monsters, and most major threats were forced down into the deep, depths of Sleepywood.
The remains and the outcome of Operation OS is unknown, but the past may have begin to haunt us.
My name is Jack Fader, age thirteen, and I have a pirate problem.