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Factions of Britannia Based on the game Ultima Online
Chapter: INTRO
It was a cold and silent night. All of Britannia lies sleeping in their homes. But yet, two mysterious things were crawling under the night in hooded robes. "Aye, look ahead sire, a guard post. How do we get around it?" said a scared henchman. "Wheres the dagger you brought me peasent?" said a hooded man with a silver chaos symble on his robe. "Dd..ddage..er?" said the henchman again. "Y..ou ne...ver told me to.. ge..t a d..dddagger!"."You stupid! I knew I could never trust you!" said the hooded figure shouted. The guards noticed the shouting quickly, and rang the town bell. Two guards came clanking out of the city gate charging at the two figures. "Haha! Serves you right peasent!" said the hooded figure running towards the now open city gate. "Try to get a spot of him!" said one guard from the guard post. One of the guards charging at them glanced and noticed the face of Lord Blackthorn himself! "It can't be!" said the guard. The guards tryed to chase Blackthorn down, but they failed, for Blackthorn was too fast.
Looking back at the slow guards, Blackthorn said "Haha, your armor is too heavy, eh lowlifes?". Right when he turned his head he had fallen into The City Well. "I don't think so, Blackthorn!" said a guard running towards the well with his halberd. He raised his halberd and threw it down, slicing Lord Blackthorn in half. "Serves you right Blackthorn!" said a guard. Another guard shouted "Wake the city! Tell the town criers!"
Morning came, and the town criers had just found out. "News! News! Blackthorn has been slaughtered!" they all cried out. People were shocked he was dead. Lord British held a meeting at The City Well, in front of Blackthorns dead body. "Today is a great day for everyone. The person who tried to assassinate me for years has now been vanquished, thanks to Edward, the town guard!". Everyone cheered loudly.
A year passed by, and the Statue to Edward was finally done. It contained a upside down pyrimid platform with Blackthorn's top torso in stone. All of Britannia rejoiced for a year in peace until one dark and stormy night. A bolt of Lightning struck the Statue to Edward, bursting it in electric energy, causing Blackthorns heart inside pump back up. He has back alive.
He opened his eyes. "British... Must kill British...". He saw a gyro- blade and clockparts near the well from the work for the new town clock. He picked them up, and jammed it to the bottom of his body. He got up and floated towards Lord British's castle.
He hovered over the castle gate and into his bedroom. He spyed a knife laying on the table, in which he picked up. He stabbed British right in the heart and turned it into a black heart, and wedged it into a display case of armor near by. "I am the Betrayer, I do as you please." said the case of armor. "Excellent" said Blackthorn.
The next day, it was reported that the Statue to Edward was missing, and British was found dead. Havok wrecked upon Britannia, and even the Lost Lands, and Malas were shocked upon this news. They searched everywhere for Blackthorn, pitchforks in hand, ready to kill him. Yet he was nowhere to be found in either of the three lands.
Thus created the two factions in the land. The Council of Mages and the Shadowlords.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
Factions of Britannia Based on the game Ultima Online
Chapter: INTRO
It was a cold and silent night. All of Britannia lies sleeping in their homes. But yet, two mysterious things were crawling under the night in hooded robes. "Aye, look ahead sire, a guard post. How do we get around it?" said a scared henchman. "Wheres the dagger you brought me peasent?" said a hooded man with a silver chaos symble on his robe. "Dd..ddage..er?" said the henchman again. "Y..ou ne...ver told me to.. ge..t a d..dddagger!"."You stupid! I knew I could never trust you!" said the hooded figure shouted. The guards noticed the shouting quickly, and rang the town bell. Two guards came clanking out of the city gate charging at the two figures. "Haha! Serves you right peasent!" said the hooded figure running towards the now open city gate. "Try to get a spot of him!" said one guard from the guard post. One of the guards charging at them glanced and noticed the face of Lord Blackthorn himself! "It can't be!" said the guard. The guards tryed to chase Blackthorn down, but they failed, for Blackthorn was too fast.
Looking back at the slow guards, Blackthorn said "Haha, your armor is too heavy, eh lowlifes?". Right when he turned his head he had fallen into The City Well. "I don't think so, Blackthorn!" said a guard running towards the well with his halberd. He raised his halberd and threw it down, slicing Lord Blackthorn in half. "Serves you right Blackthorn!" said a guard. Another guard shouted "Wake the city! Tell the town criers!"
Morning came, and the town criers had just found out. "News! News! Blackthorn has been slaughtered!" they all cried out. People were shocked he was dead. Lord British held a meeting at The City Well, in front of Blackthorns dead body. "Today is a great day for everyone. The person who tried to assassinate me for years has now been vanquished, thanks to Edward, the town guard!". Everyone cheered loudly.
A year passed by, and the Statue to Edward was finally done. It contained a upside down pyrimid platform with Blackthorn's top torso in stone. All of Britannia rejoiced for a year in peace until one dark and stormy night. A bolt of Lightning struck the Statue to Edward, bursting it in electric energy, causing Blackthorns heart inside pump back up. He has back alive.
He opened his eyes. "British... Must kill British...". He saw a gyro- blade and clockparts near the well from the work for the new town clock. He picked them up, and jammed it to the bottom of his body. He got up and floated towards Lord British's castle.
He hovered over the castle gate and into his bedroom. He spyed a knife laying on the table, in which he picked up. He stabbed British right in the heart and turned it into a black heart, and wedged it into a display case of armor near by. "I am the Betrayer, I do as you please." said the case of armor. "Excellent" said Blackthorn.
The next day, it was reported that the Statue to Edward was missing, and British was found dead. Havok wrecked upon Britannia, and even the Lost Lands, and Malas were shocked upon this news. They searched everywhere for Blackthorn, pitchforks in hand, ready to kill him. Yet he was nowhere to be found in either of the three lands.
Thus created the two factions in the land. The Council of Mages and the Shadowlords.
*TO BE CONTINUED*