Final Fantasy
-Ragnarock-
Chapter1: The Beginning of Apocalypse
He stood on the edge of Odin's Throne, a magestic mountain amidst the Hills of Iron. The view overlooked the entire empire of Alexandria, and gave a perfect gaze into Valhala, the magic city of the west. Illustrious in many ways, but such was of little importance to the man. He closed his eyes as the never ceasing winds blew against his cloaked body. He mumbled a few unaudible words and turned his back on the country. As soon as such happened, a giant lance slammed into Valhala, utterly destroying it, and anything within 50 yard. A devilish grin slid across his covered face as he looked up to the ever extending peak of Odin's Throne. "So it begins...the fall of Alexandria.." He turned and walked back into the black caverns.
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King Garlen paced his room with a great unsettledness. He drew his sword an examined its finally formed and magically endowed blade. He knew that in a short while he would meet his fate with the battle in the Valley of Titans. Already his men were marching down to the valley and more were preparing to march out. This was the battle that would decide the fate of his kingdom, and could very well the western continent. The proclaimation of war had been given by Magus only days ago, and all would soon be decided.
On the front line were the Holy Knights of Garlen. Men who had mastered the arts of swordsmanship and battle. Clad in Mithryl armor, and crowned with Cross Helms, with swords and shields at their side, they lead the armies of Galren into battle.
Behind the Knights marched the spear-weilding Dragoons. Their unmatched jumping abilities and master of spears and lances made them deadly mid-ranged enemies. They were armored from head to toe yet nothing hindered their skills. The Dragoons formed a second squad behind and between each Knight.
Bringing up the third squadron of warriors were the Black Mages, experts in the use of dark magic. Though their armor was fairly weak, woven of cloth materials, their elemental powers of destruction more than compensated for it. Staffs in hand they provided excellent long range help for their fellow soldiers.
Following the Black Mages were the counterparts, the White Mages. The white mages were masters of healing abilities, and could even go as far as reviving a fallen comrade on the battle field. Providing life support, as it were, for their fellow combatants, the white mages played a key role in battle.
In the very back of the legion walked the Summoners, powerful warriors with the power to call down the power of legendary beasts. Interestingly enough, the power of the summoners seemed to be dwindling as of late. Some even said that the beasts were being revived to their physical form, and requiring their powers back. Nevertheless, the summoners were still a force to be reckoned with.
These were not all the forces, however, as the Archers had already been positioned in the hills and burrows near the sides of the valley. And, to add to the forces of the warriors, the Four Knights of Alexander lead the entire armies. Massing a force of over 10,000, the armies of Garlan were more than a match for Magus army. However, none were too confident, as Magus was a man with his own army. Being a master in all magic arts, Magus was sure to bring more to the table than a few mages.
To the far left of the front four Knights road Vance, the Knight of Heaven. His body was clothed in shining silver, constructed out of diamond. His helm and shield were fashioned in the same manner. The helm covered his his face, but left an opening across the eyes, giving a very menacing look. With his right hand he clutched the Sword of Ancients at his side, a weapon that was once lost to world until rediscovered during a trip to the Ruins of Odessa. Young and Vigorous, he road tall and proud.
To his right sat the aged and scarred Knight of Judgement, Byron. He wore the blood armor, which wore its name with pride. This was symbolized by the war stains which still resided upon the armor. The blood helm rested upon his head, and was entirely open faced. Though it was uncommon among warriors to wear open face helms, Byron was very prideful of his battle scarred face, and left it revealed as a reminder to all his enemies that he indeed was the Knight who had suffered, and who would bring the Holy Judgement of Alexander. Likewise, he carried the Blood Sword and the Blood shield, testaments to his life of war and battle.
Next to him road the Knight of Oblivion,Krauser, a Dark Knight who atoned for his acts as such and became one of Alexanders chosen warriors. Though retaining some of his past ways in combat, his heart is no longer the same. He carries the Sword of Evil's Bane, the Masamune. Its power against the undead and the evil is unparalelled among swords, and the wielders hatred for the darkness makes it all the more deadly in combat. His armor, though mithryl, has been reinforced with damascus to make it more flexible in combat.
And on the end road the most powerful of the four knights. His entire armor, from his Dragon shaped helm, to his clawlike gauntles were created entirely of a very rare material known as Meteorian. His sword was said to be forged by the fires of Bahamut's breath, and was also believed to retain the very power of the dragon itself. It was the Ultima Weapon. He was the Knight of Ultimate End, and was known only as Kajata.
So they road on into battle, their chocobo's clad in just as powerful armor as theirs. In a matter of hours the battle would begin that would decide the fate of all the Holy King Alexander had fought to restore so many years ago. All faces were stern and dead set on the battle at hand, but not a shred of fear existed within these warriors. They were the armies marching under the banner of King Garlan, but were fighting to defend the sacred land of Alexandria.
King Garland was in his inner sactum, the place where the Holy Flame burned, the fire where his sword was forged. It was said that as long as the flame burned, that Alexander's protection would remain on his land. Such proven truth gave the king heart in that the battle would not be in vain. Some saw the thoughts of the Alexandrian's to be foolish and fantasy, but those who had seen the power of Alexander would not argue with it.
He lifted his sword into the air. "Lord Alexander, may your blessing and power be upon my sword. May you guide your kingdom to victory as surely as your flame burns. Grant us your holy power to crush the coming evil. Let your land not be blemished with its staining darkness. Be with us Alexander." He placed the blade of the sword into the fire, and allowed it to simmer for some five minutes. When he removed the blade it shone with the great power and justice of Alexander himself. "May God give us his power also. May the righteousness of Alexander be favored. Strengthen us, for soon the darkness will come, and we will combat it." He sheathed his sword and walked into the throne room.
-Ragnarock-
Chapter1: The Beginning of Apocalypse
He stood on the edge of Odin's Throne, a magestic mountain amidst the Hills of Iron. The view overlooked the entire empire of Alexandria, and gave a perfect gaze into Valhala, the magic city of the west. Illustrious in many ways, but such was of little importance to the man. He closed his eyes as the never ceasing winds blew against his cloaked body. He mumbled a few unaudible words and turned his back on the country. As soon as such happened, a giant lance slammed into Valhala, utterly destroying it, and anything within 50 yard. A devilish grin slid across his covered face as he looked up to the ever extending peak of Odin's Throne. "So it begins...the fall of Alexandria.." He turned and walked back into the black caverns.
******
King Garlen paced his room with a great unsettledness. He drew his sword an examined its finally formed and magically endowed blade. He knew that in a short while he would meet his fate with the battle in the Valley of Titans. Already his men were marching down to the valley and more were preparing to march out. This was the battle that would decide the fate of his kingdom, and could very well the western continent. The proclaimation of war had been given by Magus only days ago, and all would soon be decided.
On the front line were the Holy Knights of Garlen. Men who had mastered the arts of swordsmanship and battle. Clad in Mithryl armor, and crowned with Cross Helms, with swords and shields at their side, they lead the armies of Galren into battle.
Behind the Knights marched the spear-weilding Dragoons. Their unmatched jumping abilities and master of spears and lances made them deadly mid-ranged enemies. They were armored from head to toe yet nothing hindered their skills. The Dragoons formed a second squad behind and between each Knight.
Bringing up the third squadron of warriors were the Black Mages, experts in the use of dark magic. Though their armor was fairly weak, woven of cloth materials, their elemental powers of destruction more than compensated for it. Staffs in hand they provided excellent long range help for their fellow soldiers.
Following the Black Mages were the counterparts, the White Mages. The white mages were masters of healing abilities, and could even go as far as reviving a fallen comrade on the battle field. Providing life support, as it were, for their fellow combatants, the white mages played a key role in battle.
In the very back of the legion walked the Summoners, powerful warriors with the power to call down the power of legendary beasts. Interestingly enough, the power of the summoners seemed to be dwindling as of late. Some even said that the beasts were being revived to their physical form, and requiring their powers back. Nevertheless, the summoners were still a force to be reckoned with.
These were not all the forces, however, as the Archers had already been positioned in the hills and burrows near the sides of the valley. And, to add to the forces of the warriors, the Four Knights of Alexander lead the entire armies. Massing a force of over 10,000, the armies of Garlan were more than a match for Magus army. However, none were too confident, as Magus was a man with his own army. Being a master in all magic arts, Magus was sure to bring more to the table than a few mages.
To the far left of the front four Knights road Vance, the Knight of Heaven. His body was clothed in shining silver, constructed out of diamond. His helm and shield were fashioned in the same manner. The helm covered his his face, but left an opening across the eyes, giving a very menacing look. With his right hand he clutched the Sword of Ancients at his side, a weapon that was once lost to world until rediscovered during a trip to the Ruins of Odessa. Young and Vigorous, he road tall and proud.
To his right sat the aged and scarred Knight of Judgement, Byron. He wore the blood armor, which wore its name with pride. This was symbolized by the war stains which still resided upon the armor. The blood helm rested upon his head, and was entirely open faced. Though it was uncommon among warriors to wear open face helms, Byron was very prideful of his battle scarred face, and left it revealed as a reminder to all his enemies that he indeed was the Knight who had suffered, and who would bring the Holy Judgement of Alexander. Likewise, he carried the Blood Sword and the Blood shield, testaments to his life of war and battle.
Next to him road the Knight of Oblivion,Krauser, a Dark Knight who atoned for his acts as such and became one of Alexanders chosen warriors. Though retaining some of his past ways in combat, his heart is no longer the same. He carries the Sword of Evil's Bane, the Masamune. Its power against the undead and the evil is unparalelled among swords, and the wielders hatred for the darkness makes it all the more deadly in combat. His armor, though mithryl, has been reinforced with damascus to make it more flexible in combat.
And on the end road the most powerful of the four knights. His entire armor, from his Dragon shaped helm, to his clawlike gauntles were created entirely of a very rare material known as Meteorian. His sword was said to be forged by the fires of Bahamut's breath, and was also believed to retain the very power of the dragon itself. It was the Ultima Weapon. He was the Knight of Ultimate End, and was known only as Kajata.
So they road on into battle, their chocobo's clad in just as powerful armor as theirs. In a matter of hours the battle would begin that would decide the fate of all the Holy King Alexander had fought to restore so many years ago. All faces were stern and dead set on the battle at hand, but not a shred of fear existed within these warriors. They were the armies marching under the banner of King Garlan, but were fighting to defend the sacred land of Alexandria.
King Garland was in his inner sactum, the place where the Holy Flame burned, the fire where his sword was forged. It was said that as long as the flame burned, that Alexander's protection would remain on his land. Such proven truth gave the king heart in that the battle would not be in vain. Some saw the thoughts of the Alexandrian's to be foolish and fantasy, but those who had seen the power of Alexander would not argue with it.
He lifted his sword into the air. "Lord Alexander, may your blessing and power be upon my sword. May you guide your kingdom to victory as surely as your flame burns. Grant us your holy power to crush the coming evil. Let your land not be blemished with its staining darkness. Be with us Alexander." He placed the blade of the sword into the fire, and allowed it to simmer for some five minutes. When he removed the blade it shone with the great power and justice of Alexander himself. "May God give us his power also. May the righteousness of Alexander be favored. Strengthen us, for soon the darkness will come, and we will combat it." He sheathed his sword and walked into the throne room.
