It's War!
A young man dressed completely in black perched himself on the edge of a log that lay in the center of a desolate forest. His shock of violent red hair waved with the soft wind, matching the bob and flicker of the campfire before him. His blue eyes hard with an inhuman intensity, he stared into the fire. Then he spoke, and the story goes....

Chapter 1
Two huge armies stood amassed at the ridges of two hills. Between them lay a deep, isolated valley. The green grass waved softly in the breeze, hinting at a fertility and vitality that lay naïve to the destruction about to be wrought over it. Each army, divided among its respective divisions and battalions, eyed its sworn enemy across the plain of vibrant life, preparing to charge into the field and die if need be to destroy a mortal enemy.

By some hidden signal, the Army of the White Hand broke rank and a squadron of soldiers charged forward, a surging mass of soldiers full of energy and vigor at being the first onto the field. Filled with a wild rage and indignation at the gall of the opposition making the first move, the Manolithic Troops leapt to action, howling and screaming bloodthirsty threats to the White Hand. Seconds that felt like centuries passed as both sides rushed down the sides of the valley to meet their fate. Who would be victorious? Who will fall and be trampled unknown into eternity?