Oh yeah, and a few things that I forgot to mention earlier:
1. I own nothing besides Tom, Harry, Sprocket City, and the Plot; the Yogscast belong to themselves, and Tekkit belongs to the mod creators and the Technic Team.
2. Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames are not. I have a "Firewall" that blocks them out.
3. I made full names for the two characters Tom is Tom Harley White and Harry is Harry Simplingson Walker, not that it matters too much.
Anyway, on to the story:
Chapter 3
Rythian, mage
The duo woke up to a bright sunrise peeking over the low rolling hills of the plains. As they packed up their items, Harry decided to start a conversation.
"What is that strange green torch you have there,"he said, pointing at the interdiction torch.
"Oh, that is an interdiction torch, a magic torch that keeps mobs away."
"Interesting; I've never seen one"
"Well, you wouldn't often see them. I only have a few that my parents gave to me before I set out. They are really hard to make, from asking people in town."
"Hm, i've never really had much access to magic, as i grew up in the big, technological Sprocket City," Harry thought aloud.
"Wait, what's that off in the distance," Tom exclaimed, pointing at a dark building far in the distance.
"It looks like a castle!" Harry cried.
But as they approached the big, dark castle, a lighter, gray one showed up on the horizon. Being curious and a little bit wary of the dark castle, they went towards the gray fortress, but as they approached, Harry pointed out the blue forcefield surrounding it, so they traveled to the darker one instead. Little did they know that they were approaching the doorstep of Rythian's castle during the Second Tekkit War.
They walked up the path leading to what they assumed to be the front door, and they saw a huge emblem formed from cut blocks of wool.
"How strange," Harry commented, confused."A mushroom as part of their emblem. But what's the other part?"
"That," Tom commented, "is a red matter pickaxe, a strong, speedy tool. No wonder it's part of the emblem. This must be the home of a mage."
They approached the iron doors that led into the castle, and saw two iron golems romping around the castle grounds. At the doors, they rang a bell. For a minute, nothing responded. Then, the doors swung open and a man in dark purple and black robes with a black cape stepped out, red katar at the ready.
"Who the hell are you?" said Rythian the mage.
Cliffhanger!
Sorry, but I had to end it now seeing as it is very late where I am.