Post by Koruam on Feb 8, 2008 17:35:32 GMT 1
“For everyone out there who reads this document. Please believe me for I tell you the truth. I am history, documents which claim something else are either propaganda or lies.
My name is Koruam the Blue and I write this document for the world to know my true intentions.
It all started very long ago, I wasn’t even born myself. No man was…
Gods tore each other apart in a 9 year long siege, now known as the battle of the Gods.
Two upper Gods, who where in war with each other, created lesser Gods to fight for them.
They ended up being locked away in another world. Unable to return.
Their creations still roam our world and causing havoc and destruction in many different ways.
In my cause it meant the destruction of my entire family.
Only me, my mother and my brother survived this onslaught.
When I was old enough I learned the true evil they spread.
Join me and together we shall cleanse this world of a great evil.”
~Koruam the Blue
Chapter 1: The Siege of Jesascho.
The boy ran away from the wild Sugrako who chased him in the Forkeda forest.
“Help me! Someone!” he yelled, not knowing that a warrior just rode outside of the forest.
The warrior got of his horse and drew his sword.
The boy, dressed in tan rags and short dark brown hair ran outside of the forest.
“Please sir! There is a wild Sugrako chasing me!”
The man got out his blue shield with the markings of a black dragon on it.
He smiled and fought the beast.
The boy hid himself behind a rock and watched the battle.
The big green skinned animal wounded the warrior with his claws but the boy couldn’t see much more then that.
The man let out a scream and stabbed his sword right between the eyes of the animal.
The ragged boy walked towards the man.
“Thank you kind sir, my name is Pesf, I am a refugee from the city of Jesascho.”
But the man had fainted from the deep wound that the Sugrako gave him.
Pesf looked at his armour, it was a shining silver armour with the crest of Shadoga on it. The man had black hair that ran as far as his shoulders.
He carried the man to his horse and laid him on it and Pesf led the way for the horse.
They crossed the grassy plains of Kanshordan and reached a small wooden shack.
Pesf opened the door and carried the warrior inside, taking his armour off and lay him down in bed.
He went outside and rode away on his own horse to look for food.
The man opened his eyes.
“Where am I?” he asked, but no one answered.
He tried to get out of bed but the stinging pain prevented him from doing so.
“I need… to go to my… troops…” and he fell asleep again.
Pesf returned and opened the door, he had his hands full of berries, nuts and apples.
The man woke up again asking the same question.
“Where am I?”
Pesf was surprised to see he regained his consciousness so soon.
“You are safe noble warrior. You are in a wooden shack not far from the southern coast. May I ask your name?”
The man answered.
“Jinn… my name is Jinn… I must go to my troops. They are waiting for my order.”
Pesf tried to stop him but Jinn stepped out of bed, ignoring his pain.
“I cannot let you leave like this, you are still wounded.” Pesf protested.
“I don’t care, I need to serve my king.”
“You are from Shadoga right?” Pesf asked.
“Originally yes, I live in Kosmira at the moment, but I am still loyal to the king of Shadoga. As was my father, who served him till death.”
He grasped his breast. “Agh!”
“See you are in no condition to ride!” Pesf yelled.
“I don’t care! Who do you think you are anyway?!”
“Excuse my meddling. I am Pesf, from the city of Jesascho. I am a refugee. When I lived in the city I was an apprentice healer.”
Jinn sighed. “That’s why you are being so troublesome. Please leave me alone Pesf. It is very kind of you to care so much about me but I need to go now.”
Pesf sighed as well. “Then allow me to accompany you. In case you might have a sudden infection or something.”
Jinn rolled his eyes. “Do what you must.”
He put on his armour and went outside.
“Well it sure is a nice place here.” Jinn said while looking around.
“Yeah it’s better than the besieged city I came from…”
Jinn looked at Pesf. “What siege?”
“You know the siege that Koruam was about to lay on Jesascho several months ago?”
Jinn looked puzzled.
“That siege never took place… Koruam was attacked by the dragons of Tefer so he needed his troops elsewhere. He retreated to Gatamar and is plotting to take over Atlapochtli now. The dragons of Tefer are the ones who threaten Jesascho now though.”
Pesf looked frightened. “The dragons?! No way… that’s terrible… and who will stop them?”
“The army of Shadoga.” Jinn said proud.
“So Shadoga answered our call for help against Koruam, only against another foe.” Pesf said relieved.
“Yeah something like that. Anyway we should be going.”
Both of them mounted their horses and rode northwest to the border of Drogosho, where the dragons lived.
My name is Koruam the Blue and I write this document for the world to know my true intentions.
It all started very long ago, I wasn’t even born myself. No man was…
Gods tore each other apart in a 9 year long siege, now known as the battle of the Gods.
Two upper Gods, who where in war with each other, created lesser Gods to fight for them.
They ended up being locked away in another world. Unable to return.
Their creations still roam our world and causing havoc and destruction in many different ways.
In my cause it meant the destruction of my entire family.
Only me, my mother and my brother survived this onslaught.
When I was old enough I learned the true evil they spread.
Join me and together we shall cleanse this world of a great evil.”
~Koruam the Blue
Chapter 1: The Siege of Jesascho.
The boy ran away from the wild Sugrako who chased him in the Forkeda forest.
“Help me! Someone!” he yelled, not knowing that a warrior just rode outside of the forest.
The warrior got of his horse and drew his sword.
The boy, dressed in tan rags and short dark brown hair ran outside of the forest.
“Please sir! There is a wild Sugrako chasing me!”
The man got out his blue shield with the markings of a black dragon on it.
He smiled and fought the beast.
The boy hid himself behind a rock and watched the battle.
The big green skinned animal wounded the warrior with his claws but the boy couldn’t see much more then that.
The man let out a scream and stabbed his sword right between the eyes of the animal.
The ragged boy walked towards the man.
“Thank you kind sir, my name is Pesf, I am a refugee from the city of Jesascho.”
But the man had fainted from the deep wound that the Sugrako gave him.
Pesf looked at his armour, it was a shining silver armour with the crest of Shadoga on it. The man had black hair that ran as far as his shoulders.
He carried the man to his horse and laid him on it and Pesf led the way for the horse.
They crossed the grassy plains of Kanshordan and reached a small wooden shack.
Pesf opened the door and carried the warrior inside, taking his armour off and lay him down in bed.
He went outside and rode away on his own horse to look for food.
The man opened his eyes.
“Where am I?” he asked, but no one answered.
He tried to get out of bed but the stinging pain prevented him from doing so.
“I need… to go to my… troops…” and he fell asleep again.
Pesf returned and opened the door, he had his hands full of berries, nuts and apples.
The man woke up again asking the same question.
“Where am I?”
Pesf was surprised to see he regained his consciousness so soon.
“You are safe noble warrior. You are in a wooden shack not far from the southern coast. May I ask your name?”
The man answered.
“Jinn… my name is Jinn… I must go to my troops. They are waiting for my order.”
Pesf tried to stop him but Jinn stepped out of bed, ignoring his pain.
“I cannot let you leave like this, you are still wounded.” Pesf protested.
“I don’t care, I need to serve my king.”
“You are from Shadoga right?” Pesf asked.
“Originally yes, I live in Kosmira at the moment, but I am still loyal to the king of Shadoga. As was my father, who served him till death.”
He grasped his breast. “Agh!”
“See you are in no condition to ride!” Pesf yelled.
“I don’t care! Who do you think you are anyway?!”
“Excuse my meddling. I am Pesf, from the city of Jesascho. I am a refugee. When I lived in the city I was an apprentice healer.”
Jinn sighed. “That’s why you are being so troublesome. Please leave me alone Pesf. It is very kind of you to care so much about me but I need to go now.”
Pesf sighed as well. “Then allow me to accompany you. In case you might have a sudden infection or something.”
Jinn rolled his eyes. “Do what you must.”
He put on his armour and went outside.
“Well it sure is a nice place here.” Jinn said while looking around.
“Yeah it’s better than the besieged city I came from…”
Jinn looked at Pesf. “What siege?”
“You know the siege that Koruam was about to lay on Jesascho several months ago?”
Jinn looked puzzled.
“That siege never took place… Koruam was attacked by the dragons of Tefer so he needed his troops elsewhere. He retreated to Gatamar and is plotting to take over Atlapochtli now. The dragons of Tefer are the ones who threaten Jesascho now though.”
Pesf looked frightened. “The dragons?! No way… that’s terrible… and who will stop them?”
“The army of Shadoga.” Jinn said proud.
“So Shadoga answered our call for help against Koruam, only against another foe.” Pesf said relieved.
“Yeah something like that. Anyway we should be going.”
Both of them mounted their horses and rode northwest to the border of Drogosho, where the dragons lived.
