The last land of magick

[Angelus]

i'm bored so i thought i'd add a story of my own, i'd just like to say my writing style is similar to andy's so i don't want posts saying "you're copying teh pupu-god" or anything like that, the only thing that andy has done with his story is not give me ideas, but inspired me. this might be similar to andy's, but i'll try to make it as different as possible.

right, now i got that crap outta the way, who wants in? gimme you're name, race (human, vampiric, daemonic, etc. it doesn't matter what race ya wanna be, i'm always open to new options in fantasy writing), class (swords man, ranged, mage, etc. you can have a mix of two if you wish), and last but least, you're name!

Introduction: In a large ruin plauged by evil stands a man in what used to be a throne room, around him lay many corpses. He approaches what was once a man sat in the throne and with a quick slice of his blade he removes the creature's head.

The bodies around him and the now dead evil upon the throne used to be men, but evil promised them power and riches, like all of the other lands the traveller had visited before. The man turned and left the throne room, pulling a map from his shoulder bag. "Thats the 'almighty' Questria sorted, now where next?" He pulled a piece of charcoal from his bag and ran it across Questria upon his map. Questria wasn't the only land he had crossed out, he had visited all but one of the lands that hold magick, the ones before had been destroyed and the evil contained.

His next and last destination was a land known as Darkwind, with a grin he stuffed the map and charcoal back in his bag. As he left the city of Questria he turned and faced it, with a blinding light he cast an energy ball at the ruins of a once great city and it seemed to just vanish, along with the evil that was once there. Happy with the result of his work he spread his wings and started his journey to Darkwind......

well there's the start of it, lemme know what you think!

[DarkJaxyChan]

me im the bramaster XD

[Angelus]

ok, you can be the local bra thief XD

[DarkJaxyChan]

kewl sounds good XD

[Andrew]

Of course, I'd love to be a part of your splendid story . By the way, so far, so good. I'd like my name to be Andrew, Andrew the Wanderer if you'd like more of a title. I think I'd like to be a priest this time around. I'm pure human and carry no weapons, but a small little dagger in situations of dire need. I also carry a wooden staff to accompany me in my old age. So...that's me!

[SupaWakka]

Oh! Oh! Im Wakka, weapons and martial arts expert. Daemonic, and a fighter

[Angelus]

ok, so we got a bra thief, a priest and a martial artist daemon. i swear there's a joke like this somewhere in the world....

[Angelus]

The traveller reached the edge of the land of Darkwind. He looked around, slightly shocked with slight happiness in his eyes. This land was like no other he had visited on his journey, it wasn't plauged by evil, fields were vibrant and colourful with flowers as far as he could see, a Citadel in the distance. Birds flew over him and he looked in amazement, it's been so long since he enjoyed the beauty of nature, he was mesmerized more than anything else.

Deers ran through the fields, squirrels chased each other around and through trees, rabbits sat just in the shade of the trees, keeping cool form the hot sun. He was in heaven. When he finally took it all in his eyes wandered and spotted a figure in the distance. With a brief fly he landed just before the figure and noticed the figure was wearing complete black and a dog collar.

The priest looked at the traveller and noticed his wings "A.. an angel?! How can i help you?" The traveller smiled to the priest with a reply "Good day father, could you point me in the direction of Darkwind?" The priest picked a flower from the field and smelt it before standing and pointing at the Citadel "That's where we all live, these fields, trees and animals are all within the Darkwind boundry". The traveller's face is puzzled as he hear's these words "I... I thought it would have been like the others..." The priest leaned on his staff and signalled to the traveller to follow him, walking towards the citadel.

"I am Andrew the Wanderer traveller, may i ask of your name?" The traveller looked to the priest slightly before replying "Angelus Demonican." Andrew looked in shock at Angelus "N.. no... it can't be... you can't be..." Angelus looked to Andrew again with a smirk "It is indeed I, the last of the purebloods. I share the blood from Angel's and Daemon's, even though they still squabble and don't admit the bloodlink, completely ignoring my existence in the process." Angelus sighed softly as Andrew composed himself, coming to terms with the fact he is walking with what all thought was a myth.

They carried on walking, the priest had important questions to ask and no time to bathe in the thought of being with the myth he was told so many times and dreamt about when he was young. "You said this land wasn't like the others, what did you mean by that?" Andrew waited patiently for an answer as Angelus watched the nature around him "Sorry father i just can't believe this is all real. The lands i have visited were twisted and decayed, polluted by the foulest smell of pure evil. I am on a quest for man to rid the world of all evil magick, which is why i am here. I thought i would have seen evil creatures running through these very fields, but not green grass under their feet but schorched, black earth." Andrew hung his head slightly in silent prayer for the poor souls that became controlled by evil.

They came close to the Citadel when Angelus suddenly stopped. "Stay still father, there is something else here..." Angelus drew his sword, concentrating on the disrupting vibrations through the air, trying to find the source. A tall slender Daemon crept up behind Andrew and tapped his shoulder "Good god, you made me jump!" Angelus turned and looked at the Daemon. With a swing of his blade he moved towards it, only to find a small dagger ready to pierce his gut. "B..back Angelus.. this is Wakka, a daemon who i raised to have good intentions for the world, he is one of a kind like yourself." Angelus stepped back and sheathed his sword as Andrew slid his dagger back into it's small pouch. The Daemon stood there abit shocked. "Prince Angelus?" Wakka was an extremely curious soul, and often got himself into more trouble he can handle. Angelus walked upto the Daemon and placed his hand upon Wakka's shoulder. "I am no longer prince, and my kind no longer rule. Surely you've done your history homework young one?" Angelus chuckled softly with a smile, he could feel purity within Wakka with a childish joy.

The three walked the last stretch of the journey together. Andrew explained to the guards that Angelus was an 'old friend' to get him in easily. The priest led Angelus to his house as Wakka disapeered in the shadows of the back streets in a hurry. As they walked through the huge market within the walls of the Citadel Angelus watched in amazement as people went about their daily business. Traders were yelling at the top of their voices to try and sell stock, women were buying groceries for supper and children were playing. Upon reaching the priest's house Angelus shut the door behind him and found a comfortable spot on the floor. "You can sit in a chair if you wish" said the old priest playfully. Angelus chuckled slightly "I prefer the floor, i'm used to it and it's always there."

After a small meal and a few teas the priest showed Angelus a bed that he could sleep in, a luxury he didn't have for over five decades now. They both went in their beds to rest for the night, All Angelus could think about was tomorrow, the day of judgement...

[J102Y]

Name = J102Y = Robot

Lets see if you can get a robot into your story =D

[Angelus]

shouldn't be too hard btw, i'm gonna read your story sometime dude when i got time.

Just to let you all know that after today (i might be on DW later) i won't be online till saturday at the earliest because i'm going to London to see Arch Enemy \m/^.^\m/