This is one I might not continue. I dunno. I have nine chapters done, ten if you continue the prologue. I started talking about it with my illustrater but I dunno anymore... I'll put it up anyways, just for the hell of it.

Prologue

“Fire!” a voice cries out. Hundreds of archers that lined the walls of a tall castle release their arrows in unison, impaling the invading forces. The castle was once a place of beauty, a symbol of courage and strength. But now it is the sight of a war.

Karnack was a dark king of the land to the south. He and his followers have mingled with the dark forces and allied themselves among the most foul creatures to walk this world; the Orcs. For many years, Karnack had his eyes on the land to the north, King Larkin’s kingdom.

“Fire!” the voice cried out again. Once again arches fired their arrows at the Orcs. “Keep you ground! We mustn’t let the castle fall!” The man who was yelling at the archers then hurried to the other side of the wall, were he was now looking at the inside of the castle.

Below, as far as any man could see, were hundreds if not thousands of knights ready to fight and die for their king and country. “Ready your arms! The Orcs are relentless and it’s only a matter of time before they break through the walls!” He cried. One by one and two by two the knights pulled their swords from its protective sheath and gripped their shields tightly in hand.

A loud crash could be heard and the great doors that lead inside the courtyard shook. “Brace the doors! We must prolong their entrance as much as we could. Archers! If you haven’t already fire at will!” The man cried. He then climbed up the railing and jumped down. He waved his arms around and muttered in an ancient tongue. His falling speed slowed and it seemed as if the very wind herself was safely guiding the man to the ground.

The man was High General Mordred of Larkin’s royal army. He was highly skilled in both melee and magic attacks. He was also the Lord of the eastern part of Larkin’s kingdom. He waved his hands again, his fingers moving in different positions and patterns. Once again he spoke the ancient tongue. He then stood spread eagle and armor seemed to fly towards him, dressing him for war. He then caught his enchanted sword and shield and moved to the front of the oncoming onslaught.

Once again there was a loud crash and the great doors shook. “High General! We’re running low on arrows and there seems to be no end to the Orcs!” A man yelled from the wall.

“Start moving the arches to the corners! Free up the wall that faces them and ready yourselves for the catapults!” Mordred yelled. The man nodded and did as he was told. Mordred the tied and raised his hand. Fire shoot from his fingers upwards a few feet, the signal for the men in the back to light the catapults. Soon an intense heat could be felt as the projectiles roared with fire. “FIRE!” Mordred yelled.

One by one the ropes were released and the flaming projectiles flew over the wall, crashing down upon the Orcs. Yet even with the fire balls the Orcs continued bashing against the doors. Then suddenly it stopped. For a moment the men believed themselves to be victorious. Then a low grunting could be heard.

“High General! Karnack has sent trolls and a ram! We only have minutes until they break through now!” the man yelled again.

“Very well!” Mordred yelled. He then turned to face the knights. “Men! This is your shinning hour! King Larkin has given you all the title of Knights because of your abilities in battle and your skill with the blade! Let us not show that our king has put his faith in wrong hands! FOR KING!” Mordred yelled and raised his sword.

“FOR KING!” The knights called out and raised his swords as well. There was a great crash at the doors. Parts of it began to splinter as Mordred rallied the knights.

“FOR COUNRY!” Mordred yelled as there was another crash. This time the doors were falling apart and the trolls began pulling at the wood.

“FOR COUNTRY!” The knights repeated. A third crash and more door fell. One of the trolls began pulling himself through the gap between the ram and door.

Mordred then turned and faced the door, pointing his sword towards the oncoming onslaught of Orcs and trolls and cried out, “FOR FREEDOM!” A final crash was heard as the doors completely fell. The trolls rushed in as did the Orcs. The knights charged forwards as well, swords raised and ready for battle.

The trolls plowed their way through the crowed of knights. They swung their clubs killing hand fulls of knights with each swipe. “ARCHERS! THE TROLLS!” The man on the wall cried out. Archers that still had arrows began to take aim on the trolls.

A troll’s hide is normally impervious to an arrow, no more then a bee sting to a human. Yet even a bee sting can kill a man as can an arrow kill a troll if struck in the right place. One arrow was released, stringing the troll through his small eye. The troll cried in pain before he fell on oncoming Orcs. More arrows were fired; some took down trolls while others seemed to just agitate them even further.

Mordred blade sent energy five feet from his blade as he slashed at his foes, taking down multiple targets with one hit. Yet for every Orc that was slain, five would take it’s place.

“High General! There’s no end! We must flee while we can! This battle is lost!” The man on the wall cried.

“Flee if you wish but we must protect our king at all costs! Quickly!” Mordred called and slashed at Orcs as he ran towards Larkin’s hostel. A large troop of knights followed Mordred, slaying every Orc they could as they ran. Occasionally an Orc would kill one of the men but the knights were sure to keep on their toes as they ran. As they reached the hostel Mordred stood by the door.

“You six, secure the east passage,” Mordred said as some of the knights ran off. “Cardel and your men secure the north. Mikez take five and secure the south. The rest shall guard the door with me.” The knights ran were their orders told them.

“Secure out here and I’ll stay in with the king.” The men nodded and Mordred went in. The king jumped slightly when he heard the door open, but was relieved to see Mordred.

“Oh thank the gods is only you, Mordred. I feared for a moment that Karnack’s forces have reached me.” Larkin said.

“Who’s to say they haven’t,” Mordred said as he drew his sword by Larkin’s neck. The king quickly backed away but Mordred followed.

“Bu-but why? You’re High General and the most respected man in the kingdom. Why betray me?”

“Karnack has promised me Nobleship his old kingdom for your head. Now what was it you have me with the title High General? Oh yes, the farms to the east!” Mordred yelled through his teeth as he pressed his blade against Larkin’s neck, cutting it slightly. Crimson blood slowly ran down his sword. The enchanted text on the blade glowed a crimson red.

“Noble blood is something my blade doesn’t get to drink much. Now it shall feast on yours,” Mordred said as he swung his sword across the kings shoulders. Blood sprayed against the walls as the kings head rolled across the floor. Mordred grinned at the gore and turned towards the door and walked out.

“Sir, I thought you said you were guarding the king inside.” One of the men said. Mordred paid no attention to him and raised his sword high above his head.

“Necro pas tur lux acran!” he yelled out and plunged his sword into the ground. The earth began to rumble and cracked. The cracks ran through the castle courtyard. Black energy rose from the cracks and killed the Larkin’s knights, yet the Orcs and trolls still stood.

Mordred stood and removed his helmet, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He then tossed his helmet aside and walked back inside the hostel. He then took hold of Larkin’s head and walked towards the front gate.

As Mordred walked past the Orcs they hissed at him, yet did not strike. Larkin’s head in his grasp showed that his mission was a success and he was not to be harmed. As Mordred reached where the great doors once stood Karnack stood waiting for him.

“Good, Mordred. I see you succeeded in slaying the once proud King Larkin. You shall be reward greatly for this task.” Karnack stated.

“I will be honored to take the nobleship and I pledge my loyalty to you,” Mordred said as he knelt and crossed his chest with his free arm.

“Ha!” Karnack laughed. He then placed his hand on Mordred’s head and, without speaking a work, filled Mordred’s head with dark energy until it split and killed him.

“How can I trust you when you so easily turned on your former king. No, I would very much like to keep my old kingdom as well as my new one.” Karnack said as he started to laugh. “Now clean up this mess before you join them in hell! I got a kingdom to run.”