Chapter 2: Fighting Dreams and Bitter Skeems
~~~ "What... What is this place?" Gorack ask's as he appears in the a rather foggy graveyard. Walking into the gray abis of the yard he relizes that he has no clue where he is going. Gorack walked for what seemed like hours, but then he came apon a pair of stone doors.
They creeked open slowly and Gorack is blinding by a bright light on the other side of the door. When the light subsided and he was able to see agian he noticed he was in a mass grave surrounded by corpses of the royal family. As he turns to view the rest of the grave and on the far wall he notices an alter with a beam of light shining in the center. Gorack approches the alter and steps into the light to notice an amulet of pure gold with a red flaming jewel embeded in the center. Gorack reaches for the amulet but he hears a stiring from behind him. He turns to find the corpses that were once littering the grave are now comming to life.
They apporuch him at a slow pace. some with there swords and otheres with sheilds and some with both. Gorack draws his sword and waits for the zombies to get closer. As they approuch he sets in his head how he is going to destroy these damned beasts. Gorack charges and takes out the first zombie with a cut through his bonie body. As he charges at the next one he back hand swings his sword and cuts off his head and send it flying agenst the far wall. njext he round houses and takes out 5 more send there dusty remains flying everywhere. He then takes an upskate swing and cuts a zombie in half he then downspape on another one and blindsides the rest of them into piles of mixed bones and rusted weapons. Standing now alone in the middle of the grave panting for breath Gorack rests the tip of his sword on the ground as he looks around. "That was easy," Gorack pants as he puts his sword away.
He walks twords the alter again and grabs the amulet. He hears a loud click and the next thing he knows he is falling, falling into nothing but black ness. There is balckness all around him but the slowly disapearing hole from wince he came. He fell and fell till he felt his body come to an abrupt stop. Though still floating he wasn't moving, And from the distance he hears a voice. "You have been chosen."
"Huh? Who are you," Gorach questions," What do you mean I have been chosen."
The voice then became louder," You have been chosen."
Gorack starts to look around furiously looking for who this might be. He reaches for his sword and finds nothing but air. angry he screams, "WHO ARE YOU?"
Now the voice seems like it is right next to him it is so loud that Gorack has to cover his ears to make out what he is saying "You have been chosen." it was so loud Gorack felt like his head was going to expload. now gorack goes into a rage. Striking out agianst the blackness punching, swinging, kicking. In the blind rage ye lets out a blood thursty scream. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Gorack shoots stright up in his hay bed gasping for breath. He looks around his dark room, and snaps back to reality. After catching his breath he lays back down and staires at the ceiling. While falling back to sleep Gorack mutters "Man i gotta stop fighting before bed."
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"So you got what i asked for," the voice somes from the ally where a rather shaddy character is passing by. It was night and Kidib was on a late night walk. Seeing where he was going is no problem for an elf like himself having lived for 345 years.
"No I need more time. Just a couple more days and i'll have it," Kidib says in a panick.
"You insabordanite fool. I have given you long enough. I sapose that if you want a job done right you'll have to do it yourself. As for you. Your servises are no longer required." With a shift hand jesture a fireball appears in his hand
"No, please, no I beg of you. Do not do this. Please let me live," Kidib begs but it was to late. The evil wizard unleashed the fireball and the elf fly's the ground backwards and lands if a flaming pile of fleash on the ground.
"Great now i'm going to have to get my hands dirty. Just what i wanted." While walking away the clocked wizard get an idea, "What if... I get thatguy i saw in the bar earlier. Yeah!He was nice and strong. He'll do nicely." The wizard sneaks away under the shadow of the allyway.
Morning is soon to come in the land of Saradim and soon a great adventure is about to arise for the mighty Gorack.
~~~ "What... What is this place?" Gorack ask's as he appears in the a rather foggy graveyard. Walking into the gray abis of the yard he relizes that he has no clue where he is going. Gorack walked for what seemed like hours, but then he came apon a pair of stone doors.
They creeked open slowly and Gorack is blinding by a bright light on the other side of the door. When the light subsided and he was able to see agian he noticed he was in a mass grave surrounded by corpses of the royal family. As he turns to view the rest of the grave and on the far wall he notices an alter with a beam of light shining in the center. Gorack approches the alter and steps into the light to notice an amulet of pure gold with a red flaming jewel embeded in the center. Gorack reaches for the amulet but he hears a stiring from behind him. He turns to find the corpses that were once littering the grave are now comming to life.
They apporuch him at a slow pace. some with there swords and otheres with sheilds and some with both. Gorack draws his sword and waits for the zombies to get closer. As they approuch he sets in his head how he is going to destroy these damned beasts. Gorack charges and takes out the first zombie with a cut through his bonie body. As he charges at the next one he back hand swings his sword and cuts off his head and send it flying agenst the far wall. njext he round houses and takes out 5 more send there dusty remains flying everywhere. He then takes an upskate swing and cuts a zombie in half he then downspape on another one and blindsides the rest of them into piles of mixed bones and rusted weapons. Standing now alone in the middle of the grave panting for breath Gorack rests the tip of his sword on the ground as he looks around. "That was easy," Gorack pants as he puts his sword away.
He walks twords the alter again and grabs the amulet. He hears a loud click and the next thing he knows he is falling, falling into nothing but black ness. There is balckness all around him but the slowly disapearing hole from wince he came. He fell and fell till he felt his body come to an abrupt stop. Though still floating he wasn't moving, And from the distance he hears a voice. "You have been chosen."
"Huh? Who are you," Gorach questions," What do you mean I have been chosen."
The voice then became louder," You have been chosen."
Gorack starts to look around furiously looking for who this might be. He reaches for his sword and finds nothing but air. angry he screams, "WHO ARE YOU?"
Now the voice seems like it is right next to him it is so loud that Gorack has to cover his ears to make out what he is saying "You have been chosen." it was so loud Gorack felt like his head was going to expload. now gorack goes into a rage. Striking out agianst the blackness punching, swinging, kicking. In the blind rage ye lets out a blood thursty scream. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Gorack shoots stright up in his hay bed gasping for breath. He looks around his dark room, and snaps back to reality. After catching his breath he lays back down and staires at the ceiling. While falling back to sleep Gorack mutters "Man i gotta stop fighting before bed."
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"So you got what i asked for," the voice somes from the ally where a rather shaddy character is passing by. It was night and Kidib was on a late night walk. Seeing where he was going is no problem for an elf like himself having lived for 345 years.
"No I need more time. Just a couple more days and i'll have it," Kidib says in a panick.
"You insabordanite fool. I have given you long enough. I sapose that if you want a job done right you'll have to do it yourself. As for you. Your servises are no longer required." With a shift hand jesture a fireball appears in his hand
"No, please, no I beg of you. Do not do this. Please let me live," Kidib begs but it was to late. The evil wizard unleashed the fireball and the elf fly's the ground backwards and lands if a flaming pile of fleash on the ground.
"Great now i'm going to have to get my hands dirty. Just what i wanted." While walking away the clocked wizard get an idea, "What if... I get thatguy i saw in the bar earlier. Yeah!He was nice and strong. He'll do nicely." The wizard sneaks away under the shadow of the allyway.
Morning is soon to come in the land of Saradim and soon a great adventure is about to arise for the mighty Gorack.