Days of the Pheonix
Prologue
"Let's go! We need these defense towers up in two days tops!" rang the voice of a man from atop the main tower; the only raised one of the fort. His name is Devist, and he is the commander of he army for the last remaining human city, Soriktos. They are defending themselves against the undead scourge, an odd race of things risen from the dead and forced to fight that has come out of no where to destroy there world. All the other human cities where destroyed, then covered in blight. The undead came quickly, and took over quickly. The humans are the only ones left on the continent, but there are orcs and elves on other continents...
Chap I
The final tower rose up out of the ground to stand with the other 4 of the fort. Devist stood upon the center tower looking out at the progress. No archers yet stood upon the tower, for they were all still down on the ground training. A few archers paced the walls, mostly for lookout duty, but everyone else was either building or training.
"Have the messengers returned from the other forts yet?" Devist asked, sounding impatient for information. "One has sir, the eastern bound one." Said a man to Devist's right. "Well? What news has he brought?" "He says that all but Fort Hellscream has been completed, and that Hellscream will be done by dawn tomorrow." "Mmm... There behind, did they say why?"
"No sir, but he says it seemed like they were under-manned" "As we all are these days... Any news from the city?"
"Uh... no new reports yet, but the last one told of 209 towers up and filled, 50 un-filled, 100 on the way, and around 10,000 men armed and trained."
"Good, good... I'll be in my quarters captain, tell me when the other two messengers arrive" "Will do sir"
*** "Parry! You've gotta parry!" Yelled Arabella as she watched her student practicing with another man. "I'm trying mam! I really am!" "Well try harder Carib, anticipate his moves. You don't expect the skeleton warriors and the ghouls to just tell you where there gonna strike now do you?" "No mam, I'll try harder." Arabella nodded to Carib and sat back to watch again. Carib heeded her advice and began to parry better. "Lady Arabella!" Came the voice of a messenger shouting over the fighting, "You're needed at the front gate!" "What is wrong?" "Skeleton warriors my lady, and no archers were up to defend!" Arabella nodded and raced off towards the gate. When she got there she found the gate in ruins, for the warriors came with 2 abominations. Shrugging off the sickened feeling that comes from seeing corpses sewn together and brought back to life, Arabella struck out at the nearest skeleton warrior. Within no time her and the rest of the army had destroyed all the warriors, and even shot down the two gargoyle scouts that followed the army. Arabella sighed with relief, then helped with the clean-up.
***
(In the black citadel of the scourge)
"Dracarious? How is the troop production coming?" "Very well my lord. 2000 frost wyrms, 3000 ghouls, 3000 skeleton warriors, 2000 gargoyles, 2000 abominations, 1000 meat tanks, and 2000 crypt friends. We also got 100 new alcolytes today." "Good, good. Keep it up, were gonna need more then that to crush these humans." "Yes my lord. The scouts came back, or, one did. He says he barely escaped, and that all the others died with there attacking army." "Such as I suspected would happen. The humans are building quickly. Heal the scout and send 1 out to each fort and 3 to the city. Tell them to do a fly-by." "At once my lord. Will there be anything else?" "Just tell everyone to leave me alone until I come out." "Yes my lord."
With a bow Dracarious turned and left his master to his meditating.
***
The cuts on his hand bled out with a small furry. Each separate cut and slit on his hand oozing with blood, slowly trying to clot. The man stood and walked forwards towards his master's new pit, the sacrificial pit. "Good, good. Now enter alcolyte, and make yourself a shade!" The acolyte simply nodded and entered the pit. Quickly he was killed by the swirling gasses inside, but no more then 5 seconds latter his master had him raised as a shade, a ghost like shadow with no legs. "Yes! You are perfect! Now go get me the other 10, you will set out tonight to spy!" "Yes my master, I go unseen." The shade added with an evil voice. His master cackled and laughed deep and evilly.
Prologue
"Let's go! We need these defense towers up in two days tops!" rang the voice of a man from atop the main tower; the only raised one of the fort. His name is Devist, and he is the commander of he army for the last remaining human city, Soriktos. They are defending themselves against the undead scourge, an odd race of things risen from the dead and forced to fight that has come out of no where to destroy there world. All the other human cities where destroyed, then covered in blight. The undead came quickly, and took over quickly. The humans are the only ones left on the continent, but there are orcs and elves on other continents...
Chap I
The final tower rose up out of the ground to stand with the other 4 of the fort. Devist stood upon the center tower looking out at the progress. No archers yet stood upon the tower, for they were all still down on the ground training. A few archers paced the walls, mostly for lookout duty, but everyone else was either building or training.
"Have the messengers returned from the other forts yet?" Devist asked, sounding impatient for information. "One has sir, the eastern bound one." Said a man to Devist's right. "Well? What news has he brought?" "He says that all but Fort Hellscream has been completed, and that Hellscream will be done by dawn tomorrow." "Mmm... There behind, did they say why?"
"No sir, but he says it seemed like they were under-manned" "As we all are these days... Any news from the city?"
"Uh... no new reports yet, but the last one told of 209 towers up and filled, 50 un-filled, 100 on the way, and around 10,000 men armed and trained."
"Good, good... I'll be in my quarters captain, tell me when the other two messengers arrive" "Will do sir"
*** "Parry! You've gotta parry!" Yelled Arabella as she watched her student practicing with another man. "I'm trying mam! I really am!" "Well try harder Carib, anticipate his moves. You don't expect the skeleton warriors and the ghouls to just tell you where there gonna strike now do you?" "No mam, I'll try harder." Arabella nodded to Carib and sat back to watch again. Carib heeded her advice and began to parry better. "Lady Arabella!" Came the voice of a messenger shouting over the fighting, "You're needed at the front gate!" "What is wrong?" "Skeleton warriors my lady, and no archers were up to defend!" Arabella nodded and raced off towards the gate. When she got there she found the gate in ruins, for the warriors came with 2 abominations. Shrugging off the sickened feeling that comes from seeing corpses sewn together and brought back to life, Arabella struck out at the nearest skeleton warrior. Within no time her and the rest of the army had destroyed all the warriors, and even shot down the two gargoyle scouts that followed the army. Arabella sighed with relief, then helped with the clean-up.
***
(In the black citadel of the scourge)
"Dracarious? How is the troop production coming?" "Very well my lord. 2000 frost wyrms, 3000 ghouls, 3000 skeleton warriors, 2000 gargoyles, 2000 abominations, 1000 meat tanks, and 2000 crypt friends. We also got 100 new alcolytes today." "Good, good. Keep it up, were gonna need more then that to crush these humans." "Yes my lord. The scouts came back, or, one did. He says he barely escaped, and that all the others died with there attacking army." "Such as I suspected would happen. The humans are building quickly. Heal the scout and send 1 out to each fort and 3 to the city. Tell them to do a fly-by." "At once my lord. Will there be anything else?" "Just tell everyone to leave me alone until I come out." "Yes my lord."
With a bow Dracarious turned and left his master to his meditating.
***
The cuts on his hand bled out with a small furry. Each separate cut and slit on his hand oozing with blood, slowly trying to clot. The man stood and walked forwards towards his master's new pit, the sacrificial pit. "Good, good. Now enter alcolyte, and make yourself a shade!" The acolyte simply nodded and entered the pit. Quickly he was killed by the swirling gasses inside, but no more then 5 seconds latter his master had him raised as a shade, a ghost like shadow with no legs. "Yes! You are perfect! Now go get me the other 10, you will set out tonight to spy!" "Yes my master, I go unseen." The shade added with an evil voice. His master cackled and laughed deep and evilly.