Besides writing a few articles about the battle for stalingrad for school, I've never really done much of a story. I thought I'd give it a chance though, but do know it's my first piece ever. I just thought of it and wrote it, and this is what I currently have. If you people like it, I might consider a next part.
The year 3483, of the second era - A year, full of mystery, a year, full of songs of heroes, and a year full with battle.
Not long ago, 45 days now, the town of Libonas was besieged. Unfortunatly, it was not a common foe the true kingdom was fighting against. It were not the usual orcs they fought. No, not this time. This time, it were the malformed
The malformed, as they're called, for having a rotten hide and misshaped legs, have the ability to cling to any surface, and to make things worse, they have insect-like wings on their backs, which can carry them a few metres high and far. Luckily, those wings are too weak to fly far. They host colonies of fungus in their bodies that provides a number of benefits, of which, the sticky slimy substance that makes them cling to the walls. Their gods are said to be dead or have fled this world. They were usually neutral in the wars, but suddenly, they turned against us. They haven't seen much war yet, but they appear to be extremely aggressive, and great weaponsmiths. They have no armor though, for that would harm both the fungus, and the ability to fly.
Exactly 45 days ago now, it was the first time they were seen waging war. Unfortunatly, their first victims were the humans of the true kingdom. They besieged the settlement of Itosas, lying on the border of the true kingdom and the kingdom of the deformed. The guard there never stood much of a chance. Most of the peasants were enslaved, others, are still being tortured. There were a few survivors who fled, of which Onrroth. Onrroth was a militia soldier, butfled without fighting. He ran, as hard as he could, to the backgate. Noone could blame him for running away, after seen what he had seen. Once he reached it, he opened the backgate, but a small band of deformed was waiting behind the gate to kill everyone who would flee. A few peasants took their chance, grabbed something blunt or sharp, and attacked the deformed. This gave Onrroth the chance to flee. He did not look back, he only ran, terrified and never to come back
Finding Refugee in the city of Xanunor, Onrroth found work as a guard in one of the many taverns in Xanunor. In return, he was allowed to get some food, a little bit gold and a bed in the tavern from the propietor. Besides getting rid of the drunks in the tavern, Onrroth gained alot of friends by telling jokes in the tavern. It was there, where he met Banther, a man who had a pretty high position in the city. Banther was working as an advisor of Arkim, a general of the true kingdom. One day, it wasn't Banther that visited Onrroth, but it was General Arkim. Apperently, Banther suggested onrroth as an able soldier to Arkim, as Arkim invited Onrroth personally to join his personal army. Feeling sorry for running away from the Deformed before, Onrroth wanted to clear his name again. He took this chance, and from that day, he was a soldier serving the small army Arkim was leading.
