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The Civil War - Story End
Topic Started: Mar 28 2011, 06:27 PM (240 Views)
Xeno
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Quest: The Civil War
- Short Story: End -

While the remaining rebel forces took to the streets, the wizard and his allies stormed the castle grounds. As predicted, the majority of the Imperial Army had been dispatched to fight the uprising elsewhere, and the Tyrant King, in all of his arrogance, had left his castle scarcely guarded. Upon forcing their way to the keep’s gardens, the group of rebels was confronted by what remained of the army – several knights of the Scarlet Crown, and two members of the Amber Chantry. Though outnumbered, the wizard’s magic was as powerful as he’d claimed, and it proved enough to keep them at bay. Yet as the fight drove on, the Imperials gained the upper hand, and the rebel forces looked outmatched.

After narrowly escaping several knights in the courtyard, the wizard retreated, using his magic to throw himself through space into another section of the castle grounds. There he was confronted by the leader of the knights stationed at the castle, a newcomer to the order. As they fought, the wizard questioned the knight’s allegiance, wondering how one with such honor could serve such an evil king. The knight responded in truth, that it was all that would protect the people from the dangers of the world. The two clashed momentarily, when a member of the chantry appeared to turn the tide in the army’s favor. With a final word of mocking disappointment, the wizard vanished, leaving the knight to his thoughts.

Within the castle walls, the revolution had become separated, and the wizard found himself alone in yet another section of the gardens. He had given the order that, should they lose one another, they were to retreat, and gather again outside of the castle for a second attempt. But at this point all that mattered was the death of the King, and with sword in hand he steeled himself for the final battle.

In moments he met the knights on the field, and as they charged forward, he struck several down instantly. Spotting a druid of the Chantry, the wizard turned his attention, knowing to ignore her would mean chaos later. Yet as he hurled a ball of fire in her direction, the unit’s leader appeared, a healer of the chantry. His attention diverted, the wizard dodged a flurry of entangling vines before casting a spell upon the healer, binding him in place. Not an instant later he turned again, rushing from the battle and summoning a wall of ice to block the enemy pursuit. Relentless in her chase, however, the druid followed, summoning the very earth itself to bind the wizard. Yet the ice pierced deep into the soil, preventing the roots from finding their target. Behind his wall, however, the wizard found himself running out of options.

Suddenly, the knight appeared, and the wizard readied the final of his teleportation spells. To his surprise, however, the knight’s sword was aimed not at him, but the druid, and in her moment of confusion she was struck with the flat of the blade, falling unconscious. Moved by the wizard’s words, and knowing in his heart that his order had been corrupted, the knight vowed to rebuild the failed guard. He asked the wizard if, under his rule, he would let the Knights protect the people instead of oppressing them. The wizard responded with a grin, thankful that the knight’s eyes had been opened, and promised him command of the new army, and to lead it with honor and chivalry.

With their leader gone, the remaining knights fled in terror, refusing to die for a king that meant nothing to them.

In a moment of silence, the two stationed themselves behind the jagged wall of ice, as the druid began to regain consciousness. Though at first the threat of a fireball loomed happily over her shoulder, the wizard quickly pushed to his feet, and the ball disappeared. Gazing to the sky, he claimed that threats and violence were exactly what the rebellion had risen to fight against. They would not force her to turn on her Chantry, but clichély urged her to follow her heart. With only a moment of hesitation, she stood, acknowledging the crimes of her order, and swearing herself to the rebellion, intent on making things right.

As the three prepared for their assault on the keep, a figure appeared in the distance. Draped in a sash of red, he rushed to where they stood, drawing his staff and preparing to stand against him. The wizard stepped forward, asking the healer to join them. This war was over. He remembered what the healer had said once before, that he hated his order, disagreed with what they stood for and had done. Why not have a chance to right those transgressions?

As the last of his words left his mouth, a vortex of fire began to swirl in the wizard’s hand, flaring out and spiraling just inches from the healer’s robes. With a shout of protest, the healer remarked that he had agreed to join the rebellion, and that throwing fireballs at your allies was no way for a king to begin his rule. Yet the wizard shrugged it off, saying something about not wanting people too slow to dodge a fireball around anyway, and with a smirk on his face and a rad fantasy medieval high-five to their newest member, the four set off towards the keep.


Author’s Note: The following totally happened, and is in no way an exaggeration of events that may have transpired in the Author’s and/or other player’s overly grandiose fantasies. I mean it. Seriously.


As the four approached the darkened keep, the knight offered forth a plan. They would bring the wizard in as a captive, allowing them the element of surprise, and place him directly before the king. Though the threat of the Tyrant King’s royal guard would be staring them in the face, the four agreed that they were way badass enough to dismantle the guard entirely. The healer summoned forth a binding light, and fastened the mages wrists in front of his body. The spell was weak, however, and could be shattered whenever the wizard wished it. With the druid to his back and the knight and healer to his sides, the he approached the keep.

The doors were flung open, the wizard walking forward at sword-point down a wine colored carpet to where the king sat. At the top of a stairway, on a golden throne that seemed far too small for his mass, sat the Tyrant King. The wizard eyed the guards around him, roughly twenty to their four. Far easier than he had expected.

As the king engaged in a monologue of his greatness, and possibly of all the terrible things he planned to do to the leaders and members of the rebellion, (I don’t recall, he was way too fat for me to pay attention.) the wizard muttered something under his breath, and the knight’s sword began to glow an eerie yellow. A second incantation, and the healer’s body began to glow as well, reflecting the sunlit windows like a mirror. Behind him, the druids hands began to pulse with a rippling black energy. Unbeknownst to the blabbering king, the restraints that had held the mages hands had all but disappeared. (By the way, for all of you unfamiliar with awesome, those spells are Imbue Weapon, Protect, and Touch of Death in that order)

In a torrent of energy, the wizard’s hand burst into flame, as two fireballs circled in his palm.
The knight flung himself into the royal guard, and with a heaving slice several were slain instantly. His weapon alit with a fierce yellow light, he tore through the guard’s shields, striking their weapons in two. With several quick strikes, three more had fallen, and the knight turned to assist his companions, shouting something about being on top of the ‘kill count chart’. Whatever that means.

The druid, now faced with several nearby guards, summoned a small swirling mass in her hand, hurling it at the guard who erupted in a prison of roots. His weapon clanked to the floor as the prison surrounded him, holding him in place. A second guard swung down his spear, intent on cleaving the druid clean in two, but was blocked by a second staff. Seeing her chance, the druid rushed forward, placing a hand on the guard’s chest and muttering a small incantation. The black, that moments before had circled her arms, surged forward, overtaking the guard in a wave, and in not a moment he had fallen cold to the floor. With another earth colored ball in her hand, the druid imprisoned a second guard, as the healer turned to face the foes on his own side.

With a flurry of speed, two knights fell, the impact of several staff strikes greeting their helms. A third rushed forward as the healer began to chant. With all of his strength, the guard swung down on the healer, who had not even bothered to guard. Yet with a sound like a wind chime, the guard’s spear bounced off, a mirror like force field shattering from above the healer’s head. The spell was complete, and the guard’s weapon fell to the floor. With a bit of drool hanging from his lips, the guard looked around frantically before rushing towards the door in a confused terror. Panic stricken, his face shook hands with a wall before finding the entrance and fleeing the keep (That’s Lost). With a chuckle, the healer’s head circled the room. Seven guards remained, standing in front of the king. The wizard had not moved from his spot.

With his face a scarlet purple, the king ordered his knights to charge. Down the flight of stairs they sped, hurling themselves forward with all the strength they could muster. Spears raised they jumped into the air, beginning their fall towards the group of rebels.

The fireballs still pulsed in the wizard’s palms, and as the grin finally faded from his lips, he sprang forward with a shout, the flames growing in size. With all of his magic, he threw his hand forward…

…and the fireballs vanished. The wizard stopped, casually placed a hand on the ground, and summoned a wall of ice in front of the seven royal guards. They collided with it instantly, smashing their faces with all the force they had lunged with, and fell backwards to the carpet unconscious. The king’s expression, mirroring the wizard’s allies, fell to one of stupification (That was Forcewall by the way). As his hands were placed behind his head in accomplishment, the wizard’s mouth resembled the number three after having fallen over on its side.

At such a mighty display of raw power, the king fell defeated back into his throne, and the wizard and his allies marched up to him. With the knight’s sword at his neck, the Tyrant King offered his arms to the healer, who with a single finger drew the light bindings around the king’s wrists. He was pushed from the keep, and out into the streets of the capital. At the entrance to the castle they stood, the four allies staring down at the remains of their rebellion. Citizens from across the world were now gathered there, and as the king in his chains was set before them, they rose up in cheer. Long had they awaited this day, the end to their suffering, and the beginning of a new era. The clouds that had once fallen over Stormkeep began to clear, and through the gaps shone the white light of the sun, and the blue of the sky. This was a day to remember. The Tyrant King had fallen. The kingdom was now free.
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The fight was over. Uriel turned to the kingdom's new king and fell to one knee his hand over his heart.

"My Lord, I spoke to you before about returning the knights to what they should be. I have decided on what to call them. We shall be the Order of the True sword."
Edited by Kingroyvii, Mar 30 2011, 11:19 PM.
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