Corona virus 230 Posted July 18, 2013 Share Posted July 18, 2013 After the War of the Spear had ended, many warriors had gotten lost within the dark parts of Irslenort and had become filled with confusion and fear. Most died and were never heard from again, though folk tales will indicate otherwise. One sorcerer in particular, parched and confused, had lost all hope to finding his way back to known areas, and had in some ways even welcomed death. He was greatly skilled in the arts of dark magic, but even now his magic could not save his life. He walked for days, and alas, he had stumbled up an ancient sancturary. He had not wanted to enter, but with little hope of surviving anymore in the wilderness, he had went inside. Here, he had at first not went far due to the absence of light and lack of knowledge of what the stronghold held within its walls.The place seemed old and he sensed somthing strange. He made a small light of magic and stayed within seeing distance of the entrance, to run just in case any creatures or enemy soldiers had already occupied the stronghold. Unsure of what to do next, he had lay down and had fallen asleep fast. After minimal rest, he had regained a small amount of sanity, but it had been replace with hunger. It gnawed at his stomach and left him in pain. He was about to exit to hunt for food, but some thing inside of him had made him want to go deeper into the stronghold. He personally did not want to, but the force had sensed earlier had returned. It quickly was so strong, he could not resist the strange and powerful desire to locate its source. He lit a brighter light and started to go deeper into the stronghold. He looked around and saw nothing to indicate that it had ever been occupied except for a few statues that had strangely felt alive and a few rotted skelatons every now and then. He had wondered how recent the death of their owners had been, but there was minimal smell that indicated that it was not recent. A strange feeling had occured that the statues were watching him, wanting to to go further in. The powerful force made urge to go deeper in get stronger and stronger, but he could not help the feeling that he was walking into a trap. But if so, why had he not already ended up like the skelatons he is seeing, did he posess a certain ability to draw away the the potential danger. Or was he supposed to go to the force, but what could it possibley be? Though his hunger grew, he very soon forgot about it and it had been replaced with great fear and an unimaginable overpowering desire to find out what seemed to be almost calling his name. He sensed a great evil because as he had looked back, he only saw blackness, like a wall had formed. Though it may have been his mind playing tricks, he saw a little movement in the darkness. He went further on and came to another door, and without any hesitation, he had entered through, and continued his journey, seeing many very strange objects. His journey led him into a very large room that contained for pillars with crescents on top, a giant statue of a serpent and a mysterious alter. He walked to the alter and saw what looked like ancient spells of the dead. He did not recognize them, but knew the language and felt that they were very powerful. His desire erupted like a volcano to cast the spells, but now he knew this all had been a terrible idea, that this had been the source that attracted him the whole time, that he should never had followed the path that led him here, that he was supposed to cast these spells the whole time, and that now there was no way out. He looked at the spells, fear ripping through his body, only to be overpowered by the need to read them. He then casted the many spells engraved on the ancient altar. He felt a strong surge of dark power fill his entire body, making him much more powerful than he could have ever imagined, and tried to control the evil that had possesed his soul. Now being and all powerful and deadly being, supported by pure evil, he was known as the Demoligist. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xbabaroix 3 Posted July 18, 2013 Share Posted July 18, 2013 interesting story but u need to cut some off coz ur characters are 5562 in total above contest demand of 4000 ::) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Corona virus 230 Posted July 18, 2013 Author Share Posted July 18, 2013 Rly, microsoft word counted just above 1k Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xbabaroix 3 Posted July 18, 2013 Share Posted July 18, 2013 Rly, microsoft word counted just above 1k try multiple counters and see for ur self ::) also rules involve character count not word count Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kimimaro100 0 Posted July 28, 2013 Share Posted July 28, 2013 Man did you revised already your story?? I believe the character is too long? By the way you mind checking my story too? Heres the link: http://forum.warspear-online.com/index.php?topic=89424.0 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Corona virus 230 Posted July 28, 2013 Author Share Posted July 28, 2013 Fixed it, the character count with spaces included it 3983 =P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EdwinHarvey 0 Posted August 8, 2013 Share Posted August 8, 2013 After the War of the Spear had ended, many warriors had gotten lost within the dark parts of Irslenort and had become filled with confusion and fear. Most died and were never heard from again, though folk tales will indicate otherwise. One sorcerer in particular, parched and confused, had lost all hope to finding his way back to known areas, and had in some ways even welcomed death. He was greatly skilled in the arts of dark magic, but even now his magic could not save his life. He walked for days, and alas, he had stumbled up an ancient sancturary. He had not wanted to enter, but with little hope of surviving anymore in the wilderness, he had went inside. Here, he had at first not went far due to the absence of light and lack of knowledge of what the stronghold held within its walls.The place seemed old and he sensed somthing strange. He made a small led lighting of magic and stayed within seeing distance of the entrance, to run just in case any creatures or enemy soldiers had already occupied the stronghold. Unsure of what to do next, he had lay down and had fallen asleep fast. After minimal rest, he had regained a small amount of sanity, but it had been replace with hunger. It gnawed at his stomach and left him in pain. He was about to exit to hunt for food, but some thing inside of him had made him want to go deeper into the stronghold. He personally did not want to, but the force had sensed earlier had returned. It quickly was so strong, he could not resist the strange and powerful desire to locate its source. He lit a brighter light and started to go deeper into the stronghold. He looked around and saw nothing to indicate that it had ever been occupied except for a few statues that had strangely felt alive and a few rotted skelatons every now and then. He had wondered how recent the death of their owners had been, but there was minimal smell that indicated that it was not recent. A strange feeling had occured that the statues were watching him, wanting to to go further in. The powerful force made urge to go deeper in get stronger and stronger, but he could not help the feeling that he was walking into a trap. But if so, why had he not already ended up like the skelatons he is seeing, did he posess a certain ability to draw away the the potential danger. Or was he supposed to go to the force, but what could it possibley be? Though his hunger grew, he very soon forgot about it and it had been replaced with great fear and an unimaginable overpowering desire to find out what seemed to be almost calling his name. He sensed a great evil because as he had looked back, he only saw blackness, like a wall had formed. Though it may have been his mind playing tricks, he saw a little movement in the darkness. He went further on and came to another door, and without any hesitation, he had entered through, and continued his journey, seeing many very strange objects. His journey led him into a very large room that contained for pillars with crescents on top, a giant statue of a serpent and a mysterious alter. He walked to the alter and saw what looked like ancient spells of the dead. He did not recognize them, but knew the language and felt that they were very powerful. His desire erupted like a volcano to cast the spells, but now he knew this all had been a terrible idea, that this had been the source that attracted him the whole time, that he should never had followed the path that led him here, that he was supposed to cast these spells the whole time, and that now there was no way out. He looked at the spells, fear ripping through his body, only to be overpowered by the need to read them. He then casted the many spells engraved on the ancient altar. He felt a strong surge of dark power fill his entire body, making him much more powerful than he could have ever imagined, and tried to control the evil that had possesed his soul. Now being and all powerful and deadly being, supported by pure evil, he was known as the Demoligist. Very nice story.. Thanks for sharing it and do you have more such stories? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Corona virus 230 Posted August 12, 2013 Author Share Posted August 12, 2013 I made this in an hour, so I hope theres another story contest so I can go te gold ::) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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