Curse

Selerious · May 30, 2006, 01:26 AM // 01:26

Storm of Death and Goats, patient guys. Darkstar goes to uni (I think i read that somewhere) and its the last week, hopefully he doesn't have a tonne of exams, I want the end of this story too.

Goats17 · May 30, 2006, 01:31 AM // 01:31

I know, we joke alot...Eh Storm?...........................Storm?

Goats17 · Jun 03, 2006, 02:41 AM // 02:41

13 days, Imma have to go to re-hab soon...........................

d3kst3r · Jun 04, 2006, 01:09 AM // 01:09

Seventeen

The weak and the elderly looked on at the areas outside the walls of Lion’s Arch in sorrow. A dust storm had been kicked up from all the fighting and Krytans were dying everywhere they could see. Many of the civilians stood on the battlements alongside some of the archers who were firing without pause. They watched as people they knew were cut down. Their sons, their brothers and their fathers died from the blades of the never ceasing Charr. And on the Charr side of the conflict a massive sea of soldiers marched on towards their city, the edge of the army stretched beyond the horizon and as far as the eye could see.
Crying could be heard among the populace everywhere as they awaited their impending doom.
Saul D’Alessio wearily climbed the steps leading up to the top of the wall with Cynn supporting him. He moved as though he were an old man, the voices of the dead Orrians once haunting his mind was replaced by a strange beat of the drums of war.

“Bloody Grenth!” he exclaimed as he saw the carnage.

“You must help them Saul. We will all die if you do not,” she said pointing out at the chaos before them.

Standing there felt to him like standing before a huge wave about to engulf the world. The noise of shouting and steel against steel drowned out almost every other sound.

“I feel weak,” he replied dropping down to one knee.

The sound of drums in his mind started beating harder. He could feel the presence of Balthazar, the god of war within him bursting his mind at the seams. He felt he could barely contain this for much longer.

“The dead… of Orr have summoned the god of war… I am the last of the royal blood of Arah…” he muttered in an almost dreamy state.

“You must find courage Saul. This war is bigger than the two of us. Even if we sacrifice our lives, it is a price willingly paid to defeat the Charr and save Tyria,” she said this time looking deeply into his eyes with her crystal gaze.

“You’re right. This war is bigger than both of us,” he said and heaved a mighty sigh.

Struggling with all his might he stood up and yelled at the top of his voice.

“Balthazar!” he screamed at the sky.

Suddenly the heavens opened up. The dark clouds parted above him revealing a beam of light that struck his being. His white cloths became illuminated in such a powerful light that everyone noticed him. Civilians and soldiers alike were aware of his presence. A being of powerful blinding light who stood tall against the battlements. Saul’s eyes suddenly became alit as though wreathed in flame.

“People of Kryta!” his voice was now thunderous as though possessed by a god that it echoed for miles and miles. “Stand with me!”

Everyone looked upon Saul with such awe that they momentarily forgot about the fighting.
Saul, although unarmed, jumped from the wall and directly into the middle of the battle below. The blinding light causing several Charr to jump back and shield their eyes.
In his mind, Saul was possessed by a kind of madness as though he were berserk beyond his own control. And somewhere in that madness he sought to find the darkness. It came easier than expected.
His first kill astonished everyone.
Punching the closest Charr with his bare hands, his fist literally tore through its armour and its flesh leaving a whole in the creature’s torso. Saul approached a second Charr and simply ripped its head off with his bare hands. Several attackers tried to slice him but their blades passed right through his body.
Like something out of a strange dream the Charr line actually began to move backwards. The other troops began to fight with such a renewed vigour, that their morale increased considerably and the Charr began to take heavy losses.
Saul was like an unstoppable angel of death brutally killing everything that it touched and breaking through the Charr ranks like a sharp spear through cloth.

“Forwards!” Saul ordered the men who now obeyed him alone.

“Saul!” Sergio called and tossed him Frostfell.

The blade seemed to glow with red fire the moment Saul placed his hands upon it.
In the minds of the Charr, they saw a red demon breathing fire and billowing smoke who they simply could not kill.

“Kill it!” yelled Zenn as he urged his troops towards Saul.

Saul focused his attention on Zenn and rushed through the chaotic fray with sword spinning in his hand cutting down everything left and right around him. Zenn raised a sword to parry the blow but the sword itself was sliced in half and the last thing he saw was the sight of a demi god’s face gazing into his eyes.
With the renewed hope, the gates of Lion’s Arch opened up and hundreds of civilians rushed out with pitchforks and kitchen knives to join in defeating the Charr.
One of the civilians raised a white banner up made of make shift table cloth.

“Hail the white saviour!” they chanted as they surged forwards and began to lend a hand in slaughtering the now mentally defeated Charr army.

“Hail the saviour of Kryta! Rally to him under the white mantle!”

The Charr dropped their blades and ran at the sight of Saul. He had become synonymous with death itself. But Saul D’Alessio was too quick. The speed of his movements seemed out of this world as he sliced and cut through the sea of Charr. Bodies and blood flew all around him and miraculously, none of his own clothing ever got stained and retained their bright white glow.
The death toll of the Charr had reached epic proportions as the Krytans surged ever forward cutting them down as they fled leaving the entire land covered in corpses.
Finally the last Charr that remained on the battlefield were swiftly killed, the remainder scattered and separated without leadership or any grasp of the situation.
The dust storm slowly settled and the grey clouds parted to reveal blue skies.
Aidan stood upon the field of corpses breathing heavily and nursing a wound. Beside him Devona lay down and wept.

“We are saved,” she said softly and exhausted.

Mhenlo hurriedly tended to the dying and wounded trying to save as many lives as he could. His head was perspiring and his clothing was drenched in sweat. Cynn tried to lend him a hand as best as she could.
At the end of the battlefield Sergio approached Saul.

“The voices… are gone,” Saul said with a sigh of relief and collapsed.
Staring at the sky he felt for the first time something he had never felt. It was peace.

“The voices are gone. Orr has been avenged,” he said to himself. “I am free.”

“You have saved Tyria,” Sergio smiled as he knelt next to Saul. “You will be forever remembered.”

“I just want to rest,” Saul closed his eyes and tried to forget all that had happened.

Just as he began to rest he heard a chorus of voices coming from the survivors of the war.

“All hail the white saviour!”

“We shall name the Seaboard after you!”

An old man carrying a tall white banner led them. Similar other white banners emerged from the crowd.

“We shall follow the white mantle, the symbol of the white saviour,” they chanted.

Saul laughed for the first time in a long time. He felt it was absurd they’d choose a white mantle as his symbol simply because he wore enchanted white clothing. But nevertheless he stood up and welcomed them.
And so the Seaboard in Kryta was renamed the D’Alessio Seaboard. The Charr had been defeated and Kryta was saved. And thus was the beginning of the White Mantle.

d3kst3r · Jun 04, 2006, 01:09 AM // 01:09

Epilogue

The high elder Mursaat Dekster sat in the Dark Elementalist tower watching the events unfold through his various magic mirrors. Far away in Cantha he saw a strange disease begin to afflict the populace. In Kryta he had just witnessed the spirit of Balthazar being channelled through a mortal by the power of angry souls.
But what troubled him the most was the edge of the peninsula overlooking the ruins of Orr.

“Ryzon. We must do something about this!” he said worriedly.

Ryzon approached the mirror looking towards the far east. In it he saw Vizier Khilbron, the Lich Lord standing on the beach overlooking the ruins of Orr. Beside him was an undead fiend he had summoned.
The powerful necromancer gazed out with a powerful gaze scanning and feeling the dead all around.

“My lord,” said the undead fiend barely in control if its own mind. Vizier had chosen this one to be his servant because it showed more intelligence than his other summons. “We were able to retrieve one of the Artifacts of Power from the destruction.”

Vizier smiled.

“I present to you the Sceptre of Orr!” the undead fiend handed Vizier a sceptre beaming with power.

“Odd. All the Artifacts we came to retrieve were destroyed except for the most important one. It seems fate favours us,” Vizier mused as he held the sceptre.

“What now my lord?” asked the fiend.

“Now we build an army. I shall engulf Tyria in a darkness it has never seen before. We have work to do Malgus!”

Ryzon felt a chill down his spine.

“He has the Sceptre of Orr!” he cried.

The mirror went dark.

“The humans cannot defeat this new threat alone,” Dekster explained. “That leaves us one choice.”

“You can’t be serious. The Dark Elementalists will not aide us. They are sworn only to protect the tower and nothing else and that is all they will do.”

“We can no longer sit idly by in our tower and our hidden lands,” said Dekster, Keeper of Records. “The Mursaat must go to war!”

He had finished writing the Lost Volumes. They had entered a new period of history.
Far away in Kryta, Aidan, Devona, Mhenlo and Cynn began to make preparations to return to post-Searing Ascalon. It had been five years since the Searing and a new chapter was to unfold.

storm of daeth · Jun 04, 2006, 04:41 PM // 16:41

sorry i stopped checking for a lil while been busy getting my 55 monk and SS necro ascended but awesome writing and goats thnx for the batteries but i dont nee em anymore =P and d3kst3r could we have ur in gae name i would love to talk to you ingame sometime are you gonna write another story too? theres so many hints in the epilogue i don't know lol if so is it gonna be about the afflicted? or the undead or the heroes returning to post ascalon?

d3kst3r · Jun 05, 2006, 01:03 AM // 01:03

The epilogue kind of leads into the main GW Prophecies campaign and hints at what is about to happen to Cantha in the Factions campaign. And I have lots of different characters but normally I play on a monk called Wands For Dummies.

Well thats the end of the Lost Volumes. Hope everyone enjoyed it

. I think I've written enough fan fiction for a long time and if anyone wants to know how the rest of the story goes, simply play the campaigns.

Goats17 · Jun 08, 2006, 01:44 PM // 13:44

Wow, that is an amazing ending. I have had the greatest few days, I go on my first date with my girlfreind, I go to Quebec, and now two (TWO AT ONCE! YAY!) more chapters in the Lost Volumes. Thank you Dekster.

Destructive_Dreamer · Jun 08, 2006, 08:21 PM // 20:21

cool, i like the descriptiveness. its really good. keep it up