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As some of you know I spend some of my free time writing stories and recently I have been thinking about writing the tale of my time on W20 as it comes to an end.
I will be using the names of people I have met over the years here and giving a rather elaborate version of the things that have happened but obviously I would not do this without permission from you all. It will be your in game names not real names that are used. If anyone has a problem with this or if you wish to offer some suggestions of certain things that you want in then please do let me know on here and I will see what I can do.
This morning I decided to write the opening so let me know what you think. By the way I mean no offence at anything I write, it is just fiction remember lol This is just a rough first draft and it will be edited later on as I wrote it quickly this morning lol
In the closing months of the century, war had torn the world apart.
Since the dawn of the land men had built and destroyed and over time factions had began to emerge. Mighty kingdoms sprung fourth and alliances were formed.
Leaders where appointed to govern not just one kingdom but thousands spread out across the world.
Then battle, blood and sweat took over from where diplomacy left off and those who once called each other friend became locked in bitter combat with one another on a field of betrayal.
Friends were lost in these days, once mighty rulers left the lands and headed for far away shores and now, in these dark times only a few remained.
It was from the ashes old alliances were broken and new ones formed and now across the broken plains the major factions drew swords against one another while in the darkness the greater threat loomed.
Long had the armies of darkness marched the land unchallenged, unchecked but now when all hope seemed lost, the last warriors of the land strode fourth and drew a line in the sand. A thresh hold that they would defend with their lives.
It was on the seventh day of the new alliances that they soon realised the challenge that faced them. The armies from the land of Prime moved forward against them and the warriors stood before an abyss awaiting the action of their allies. But instead of hope they were met with fear as the rulers from the land of S.A.W took cover and fled the battle.
Now, wounded and angry our warriors march out. Not for power, not for glory but with an agenda far greater than all, survival.
I will be using the names of people I have met over the years here and giving a rather elaborate version of the things that have happened but obviously I would not do this without permission from you all. It will be your in game names not real names that are used. If anyone has a problem with this or if you wish to offer some suggestions of certain things that you want in then please do let me know on here and I will see what I can do.
This morning I decided to write the opening so let me know what you think. By the way I mean no offence at anything I write, it is just fiction remember lol This is just a rough first draft and it will be edited later on as I wrote it quickly this morning lol
In the closing months of the century, war had torn the world apart.
Since the dawn of the land men had built and destroyed and over time factions had began to emerge. Mighty kingdoms sprung fourth and alliances were formed.
Leaders where appointed to govern not just one kingdom but thousands spread out across the world.
Then battle, blood and sweat took over from where diplomacy left off and those who once called each other friend became locked in bitter combat with one another on a field of betrayal.
Friends were lost in these days, once mighty rulers left the lands and headed for far away shores and now, in these dark times only a few remained.
It was from the ashes old alliances were broken and new ones formed and now across the broken plains the major factions drew swords against one another while in the darkness the greater threat loomed.
Long had the armies of darkness marched the land unchallenged, unchecked but now when all hope seemed lost, the last warriors of the land strode fourth and drew a line in the sand. A thresh hold that they would defend with their lives.
It was on the seventh day of the new alliances that they soon realised the challenge that faced them. The armies from the land of Prime moved forward against them and the warriors stood before an abyss awaiting the action of their allies. But instead of hope they were met with fear as the rulers from the land of S.A.W took cover and fled the battle.
Now, wounded and angry our warriors march out. Not for power, not for glory but with an agenda far greater than all, survival.
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