My first fan-fic, review how you see fit.
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The continent of Tribalga... A continent undiscovered by men of the other continents. On it lie 6 countries. Gharlazga, a peaceful country that has avoided conflict and has good relationships with most of the nations, is ruled by king Fharlain. Lasgren, a country whose capital is built over Lake Storm on a platform, is ruled by king Harblaz. Victroth, a mysterious country that not much is known about, ruled by king Undrang. Jasratis,is the largest country in Tribalga with a strong military force, ruled by king Rastar. Quisten, the Desert country, hasn't any diplomacy with the other countries, ruled by king Estron. Theros, the land of crystals, has a peace treaty with Gharlazga, ruled by queen Larxene.
The 6 countries have not fought for hundreds of years, but the embers of war will soon reignite…
Rayce Sacae, the highest of the 5 Victroth generals awoke one morning to find the troops already training. Rayce was highest of the generals and a mage knight. He wielded the "Nosferatu" dagger and knew a wide array of spells including the legendary magic, Excalibur. He had purple hair, his hat shrouded his face in darkness, he wore armored robes and a pointed hat. One of his eyes glowed yellow while the other glowed red. The red one was the Red Eye of Revelation the gem of a dungeon, which he had replaced his regular eye with after his normal eye was slashed out in a battle with a creature. It struck fear into his enemies and was a reason he was feared and respected. Being the highest of Victroth's generals, he commanded an army of 50,000 men and rode his wyvern, Tiram, into battle.
It was another rather uninteresting just training and drilling the troops when in other lands, a sinister plot was unfolding…
"Are the soldiers ready to fight?" asked king Rastar of Jasratis.
"Yes, we will arrive at Gharlazga and attack at dawn sire," responded Lartz, his highest general.
"I am depending on you to carry out this attack swiftly and powerfully so that the other nations do not have time to react and we shall have taken control of the capital." Rastar said.
"It shall be so, my lord," Lartz replied and walked off.
Meanwhile, in Gharlazga the peasants were busy at work plowing the fields and harvesting the vegetables. Everything was always so peaceful that soldiers were only stationed at the castle and called upon when bandits are on the move. As the sun went down, the army of Jasratis was closing in on the border, at dawn the soldiers would attack and the wrath of Jasratis would be unleashed…