Chapter I : Attack of the King
The war cries filled the air around the audience. The battlefield was ready. The annual Clan War tournament was in its final phase.
The barbarians roared and charged forward. Followed by the Wall Breakers. The Skeletons carried the bomb in their hands, with a huge smile they run forward to their sole enemy, the walls.
The defending village was prepared, it's cannons firing away every intruder to the afterlife.
The spectators cheered as the Leaders of both clans fought. Trying to break into each other's villages. It was all so normal, so exciting, as always.
Then, when the troops started to fall in numbers, the Heroes came in. The Barbarian King and Archer Queen took the stand and turned the tide around. As expected, the heroes from the other side would soon show up. But something unusual happened, a purple mist embraced the warring troops. And one by one warriors from both sides were knocked out by shady figures with swords. When the heroes tried to save their men, a huge black sword strikes the heroes from the mist, defeating all heroes in one blow.
One wizard, manages to catch a glimpse of the mysterious attacker, a crown and heavy body with a black sword, it was a King, a barbarian king.
There was panic as the rouge king had his barbarian followers attack the camps and the spectators, no one could defend against them, the once exciting atmosphere had turned into terror and chaos.
This didn't last long, as the Rouge King and his followers left as soon as the Pekkas arrived on the scene. The Pekkas tried to chase them but couldn't owing to their heavy bodies. A group of hog riders were sent to catch some of the attackers but as soon as they made contact, the barbarians would vanish in thin air.
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Merchant Market - Lightwoods
"Do we have any information regarding the attack? " an elder wizard asked to the gathering of wizards and witches. All started murmuring with each other.
The gathering was not aware of the goblins that made their way inside the hall and up to the aisle. The elder wizard stared at the goblin who was greedily eyeing his golden amulet. Goblins love gold! They would stoop low enough if the price is right, here such fellow came for a deal. The elder wizard guessed it right and held the amulet in his hand, "Speak my greedy friend, what information do you have to share?" the wizard said. The goblin pulls out an envelope with the mark of the warlocks. A purple outline of a bulls head with red horns, Satan the devil.
The seal shocked the elder, for it was rare for the warlocks to contact them, unless it was to trade scrolls and other nasty stuff best known only to the red wizards.
The goblin takes the amulet and leaves the hall unnoticed, yet again. The elder places the envelope in his pouch and adjourn the meeting. The murmuring stops, all wondering why the abrupt halt.
The elder leaves the hall and heads straight for his horse. While instructing the guards at the gate to be alert.
THE RED HOOD COLONY
Council Hall
Location : Unknown.
The elder wizard rushes straight to the council hall where the elite wizards were busy discussing today's mysterious attack. All wizards present stand up to greet the pale faced elder.
"Call an audience with the Golems of Ravenstone!" saying this, the elder collapsed clutching the envelope in his hand.
To be continued.
