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June 8th 2008, 09:22 AM
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So can I; no offence to anyone but you did say to post our own in here. So here's an extract from Legends of Evaria. I'm not giving too much away if I can help it, unless you want to go find where I've been posting it up anyway.

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Far off to the west, rising from the island surrounded by magma and situated between the Rolcar and Hergar Volcanoes, rose a mighty tower of darkened stone. Up and up, into the clouds this tower rose, a seemingly never-ending structure forever rising into the sky.
Beneath the tower and across the lake of Magma, on the barren plains surrounding the lake of fire, were thousands upon thousands of tents, each built not for the comfort of the occupants but for the short rest of a million armed wariors. But empty were these tents, as the army occupying this massive encampment stood proudly outside of a fortress at the bottom of the barren hills, an entrance to the encampment on the Plains of Ash.
Each warrior in the army bore blackened armour plating, and their helms covered only the top of their heads. And the only thing showing of these warriors at all were their faces; the horrid, twisted faces. They featured a wide-spread mouth full of rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, maroon skin, and slitted, yellow eyes that would strike fear into even the bravest of heroes. Each bore their own weapons according to their rank, amongst which there were four: Standard Warriors bore the Broad-Sword and Shield, while the Corporals used Heavy Axes. The Higher-Ranked beasts bore huge spears and javelins, while the highest ranked stomped the foot of their sythes against the ground, eager for blood.
The beasts, nicknamed Breed, were known only as the Gordan.
As the Breed Army glared at each other in wait, a pair of figures stepped foreward atop the Fortress wall. Tromog and Vamper stood, admiring their millitia.
"So, do you belive they are read yet?" Tromog grinned slyly. "I've been training them for a very long time, and they could tear through the entire land of Central Evaria, Burning the Five Kingdoms within two weeks with no resistance."
"They are admirable, brother. Congratulations. You have now succeeded in becoming a weakling who uses numbers in order to tip the ballance in a battle to their favour, while I have become a master of stealth and assasination." Vamper replied.
"Such as your pitiful Concealment Spell upon the frozen wastes, and those weak wraithes you have patrolling the ancients seal?" Tromog spat. "You have no honor, brother."
"Perhaps," replied MC Vamper. "But I have the advantage of knowing the location of the Wielders at this very moment. They are within the very place you despised a moment ago, the Frozen Wastes."
"Bah!" Tromog grunted. He slammed his great blade upon the side of the wall, leaving a great crack etched into the stone. In a matter of seconds the crack faded away, and the stone appeared as normal as it was before the blow was struck.
"Tisk tisk brother, Evrai will not like it that you damage his fortress with your rage. Besides, he will be here soon to address your Breed Army their orders." Vamper smiled.
"Whatever, brother. Anyway, what if the Wielders manage to break the ancient's seal? Evan could quite easilly do so, seeing as he holds the very essence of our being with him at all times."
"You reffer to the Shadow Stone?" MC Vamper asked.
"No, and you aren't supposed to know what it is. If I told you, Evrai would definitely not be pleased. Ah, here he comes now."
Tromog and Vamper turned their backs to the army and faced a runic symbol upon the fortress roofing. It consisted of three curved, light-grey lines that looked like three circles had once been lying next to each other in a triangular formation only to be sliced into pieces of a circle, still in a triangular shape. It glowed red, then Blue, then Yellow, before flashing white on and off as a bright orb began to hover above it. In an instant, the black orb became a doorway, and Tromog and MC Vamper kneeled before the black gate before them.
The army below bellowed with fear as an energy pulsed from the portal above, weaving it's way between every breed amongst them, as an enormous dark aura emerged from the portal, surrounding a single man in black robes. His cloak had it's hood over his head, but where his face would show was only an eternal darkness echoing outwards. The figure stepped foreward to the wall, facing the breed army below as they all fell silent, bowing before the figure on the fortress.
And in a dark, bellowing voice, the figure began to issue his commands...

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END OF EXTRACT
Just some useful information:
Magclaw Vamper and Desther Tromog are the main antagonists/villians, excluding Evrai himself.