X1000, Fiore
The sounds of hammers hitting stones could be heard in the town of Varso. A recent excavation in the small city had brought hordes of archeologists and their crews to the once small city. Very recently, a massive amount of artifacts had been found in the area, particularly at the huge stone base in the middle of the city. The archeologists had actually paid the towns people great sums of money to move their houses and businesses elsewhere so that they could focus on the stone base in the middle of the city. The head archeologist was a man named Osman II. He was the son of a noble and had taken an interest in Varso at the announcement of the artifacts found there. He stood there now, standing on the edge of the huge pit dug into the ground.
The entire town had been largely destroyed besides the large tent camp at the edges of the town. The area where the buildings used to stand, were carved out so that the excavation could take place. Crews of men and women holding pickaxes and hammers were seen breaking chunks of rocks. The rock was a dry yellow color and seemed to be rich in fossilized plant life. But that wasn't what Osman was interested in. He was interested in the history of the city.
Standing almost 7 feet tall, he was an intimidating figure especially with his fierce blue eyes and bushy brown mustache. His dry yellow jacket matched the rocks that had been excavated. He also wore matching shorts and black boots that had been faded into the yellowish color of…rock.
The excavation had not gone well. The only significant thing found in the city was the first piece every found, an ancient scroll containing names. The crews had spent several months digging through the huge chunks of yellow stone but they hadn't found anything significant besides fossils. Osman was starting to get impatient and so where his sponsors. If nothing was found within a few months time, the excavation would have to be shut down.
"Blasted artifacts. Where in the world could they be?" Osman asked himself as he observed the workers chipping away at stone.
The pit
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Boris Ackle was a young pit worker but was the deputy chief for Osman, the man who ran the excavation. He was a native with dark skin and an incredibly hard worker. He was hammering away at a piece of stone that had recently been excavated and suddenly there was a soft thudding noise as he smashed his hammer into the dry, yellow rock. He stopped hammering and peered at the rock. He threw the hammer to the side and he touched the rock, wiping away the powdery dust.
His hands struck gold. Not, actual gold of course, but something the excavation had been missing. An actual artifact. Boris wiped away more of the powder and he found some sort of orange, paper. Boris grabbed the hammer once again, excitement going through his veins. Had he really found something?
Chunck
The rock broke apart easily and the entire artifact came into view as the stone broke into several pieces. Boris grabbed the orange, book? , from the heap of yellow powder. He turned it around. There was nothing written on the cover and Boris looked to where Osman was observing everything.
"Mr. Osman! I have found something!" Boris shouted to him, waving his hands in the air.
That night….
Osman and Boris sat in the main tent, alone. A lantern glowed in the tent and Osman took the booklet in his hand. He let out a deep chuckle.
"Well what do we have here…" Osman said as Boris came around and read over his shoulder.
The booklet was crusty, pages hard to turn but the words were in almost perfect condition. Yellow powder fell from the pages and Boris coughed as he waved the dust away. Osman looked down at the pages and started reading.
This, is my testament. For years, I lived in fear. Fear of nothing but light. But the very light I feared, shone day and night! How can this be? Hopefully, whoever reads this, the sun goes down in your time. But in mine, it did not. It hung in the sky, forever burning! It was black and it burned ever so brightly. The sun is nothing more than a useless ball of light that hangs in the sky. I spent a very long time wondering how to get rid of it. I wanted the sun to leave forever. But the sun is so far away! How could I, a mortal, ever reach something as divine as the sun goddess, Kirinfer? It would be impossible.
So you, whoever you are, may you be a guard, soldier or someone like me, a thief, read this and learn. Read this and learn how I became the Sun Thief.
Pretty good start and I need I think 2 or maximum of 3 OCs for this story.
Name: try to make this sort of, creative.
Age: nothing over 20
Magic: if you are a mage
Personality:
Appearance: (remember this when doing this section: this story is in a poor neighborhood)
History:
I believe that is it. Happy reading. FF
