Uh, hi people, I like to write, and I guess I'll post some here. Here's the prologue to meh story....
War of the Realms – Prologue
It’s the 18th century, and the Industrial Revolution has left its mark on the world in the form of steam power that begins a new technological era. For some this is the beginning of a new age, one better than the present, while for others, it signifies the end of a once dominant lifestyle. Some believed that the new era of steam is the beginning of the end of magic, while others still clung to the ancient arts. Steam rapidly became popular; steam cars, steam stoves, steam even powered the machinery in the coal mines. But as this was happening, the craft of magic dwindled. No one wanted works of art created using wizardry, no one wanted food grown at the hands of a magician, nor did they want any clothing sewn by them. But even though this seemed like the end for magic, they still lived in tolerance of each other. The occasional gang war broke out, but no large attacks were made on either side. But little did anyone know that the death of one young boy would change the fate of an entire race.
It happened on a sunny day, around 1849; two boys were happily playing among the rocks, one still studied magic, while the other helped his father in the coal mines. Even though they came from two different races of people, they still learned to overcome their differences and get along. But happiness abruptly changed into horror when some foul beast attacked them. First, the creature lunged at the young magician, biting as his head and neck, but the other young boy quickly jumped to his feet and tried in vain to pull the beast off his friend. But the only thing the young boy succeeded in was angering the creature more, who turned around to face the boy who stood paralyzed with fear, his back against the rocks; his front totally exposed the beast. The creature devoured the young boy with one bite of its massive jaws, while the young magician ran as fast as his legs would carry him to his village to spread the terrible news.
But when the horrific tale of this young boy’s death spread, many were quick to blame the magician. They said he most likely summoned the beast to kill the other boy on purpose, that it was all planned from the beginning. Of course the other magicians knew this was not true, but the people of machines wouldn’t listen to their words anymore; in their mind, the wizards had broken the little trust between them and the men of machinery. That is when peace ended, and chaos began to reign.
The gang wars suddenly got out of hands, hundreds dying from one reasonably small fight. All who studied magic were severely persecuted, and sometimes tortured to death, and their mutilated bodies were hung from high poles as a warning to other magicians. But tensions were still rising. Suddenly someone in power snapped, and an all out attack was ordered against the magicians. The battle lasted for well over three weeks, both sides had numbers in the ten thousands, but the magicians finally fought them off, paying for it with many lives.
But all this death still had not satisfied the hate and bloodlust of the men, where as the magicians wanted nothing but peace. After only a few months of recuperation, another large attach was staged, one many times larger than the first. This time, the steadily lowering numbers of magicians were in no shape to fight them off once again, so they fled into their hidden cities; putting wards around them to keep them invisible to curios eyes. The magicians were no able to regroup in total anonymity.
After many years the magicians had almost been totally forgotten. Many searched for the hidden cities, but the wards around them kept unwanted explorers from ever finding them. Some even began to secretly study magic in order to shut down the wards, but they were found, and killed. And as these many years passed by, the magicians’ hate towards the men grew at an alarming rate. The magicians started out wanting nothing but to live in harmony with everyone, but after what had happened, they wanted nothing more than to spill the blood of the men who slaughtered whole towns, even the children were brutally killed. The men had no mercy, and so the magicians decided that they would not give mercy to those who have none.
A massive army was being created inside the confines of the hidden cities. Wizards were trained to destroy any man they see, trolls were trained to feel no pain, phoenixes were trained to burn whole cities to the ground without mercy. The army was ready, and the thin strand of remaining desire for peace was the only thing stopping the magicians from starting another world war. But that thread was broken when word broke out among men that magicians were not counted among humans; they were another race, totally inferior to mankind. When this new reached the Counsel of the Wizards, it enraged them so much that they sent their armies to war, in effect beginning the first war of the two realms.
When word of the massive armies reached the men, they were in complete shock. They didn’t expect an attack, for they believed that the number of magicians was too few to create such an army. But the men were not totally unprepared; they amassed their own army, and in response to the trolls, they created mechanical suits that could withstand most explosions; also they created missiles, mostly to destroy the phoenix in midair.
After only one day of marching, the men came to the battle ground where the enemy already stood. The courage left them, and their blood ran cold. Before them they saw nothing but a see of bodies, with fiery creatures mixed in with the crowd. The battle was only one day away, and through out the rest of that day, half of the men fled from fear of the imminent defeat that lay before them. When the day of the battle came, the men were sober as they put their uniforms on and did all the duties assigned to them, while the other army, the magicians, stood in shock as to how small the army of men was. But their shock was soon replaced with bloodlust as the battle horn sounded. There was a thundering noise as the magicians and trolls ran across the battlefield towards the cowering men, and there was a loud hissing as the phoenixes sped towards their intended destination. Then the armies met. Clubs smashed into mechanical suits, spells met bullets, and fire birds met missiles. After only a few hours of fighting, the men were totally annihilated; every last one of them was dead.
But the magicians didn’t stop there, and neither did the men. The magicians marched into populated areas of Africa, Asia, and Russia, destroying everything, and claiming them as military bases belonging to the magicians. The men staged many attacks, but none of them succeeded. It was now man’s turn to cower into their cities in fear of the magician’s power; but to their dread they could not hide their cities from the magicians’ powerful eyes. Many cities were quickly destroyed, claimed, and populated with more magicians. But the men had not totally lost. Under ground were undefined numbers of groups of many men, some large, others varying in size. And these groups the magicians had no idea existed, until they appeared from under their feet and attacked them in the dead of night.
Now after this, it had been exactly one year to the day since the first large attack was made, and a cease fir on both sides was agreed in order to keep that day in remembrance. Since the start of this war, no one had taken notice of how the world had changed. The world was a mess. Pollution skyrocketed as factories were built to create more missiles, whole continents became wastelands after a horde of magicians came plowing through them. Thousands of civilians had already died, and yet this was only the beginning. Finally a decision was made on both sides; one race must die, or else all humanity will be entrapped in a war without end.
War of the Realms – Prologue
It’s the 18th century, and the Industrial Revolution has left its mark on the world in the form of steam power that begins a new technological era. For some this is the beginning of a new age, one better than the present, while for others, it signifies the end of a once dominant lifestyle. Some believed that the new era of steam is the beginning of the end of magic, while others still clung to the ancient arts. Steam rapidly became popular; steam cars, steam stoves, steam even powered the machinery in the coal mines. But as this was happening, the craft of magic dwindled. No one wanted works of art created using wizardry, no one wanted food grown at the hands of a magician, nor did they want any clothing sewn by them. But even though this seemed like the end for magic, they still lived in tolerance of each other. The occasional gang war broke out, but no large attacks were made on either side. But little did anyone know that the death of one young boy would change the fate of an entire race.
It happened on a sunny day, around 1849; two boys were happily playing among the rocks, one still studied magic, while the other helped his father in the coal mines. Even though they came from two different races of people, they still learned to overcome their differences and get along. But happiness abruptly changed into horror when some foul beast attacked them. First, the creature lunged at the young magician, biting as his head and neck, but the other young boy quickly jumped to his feet and tried in vain to pull the beast off his friend. But the only thing the young boy succeeded in was angering the creature more, who turned around to face the boy who stood paralyzed with fear, his back against the rocks; his front totally exposed the beast. The creature devoured the young boy with one bite of its massive jaws, while the young magician ran as fast as his legs would carry him to his village to spread the terrible news.
But when the horrific tale of this young boy’s death spread, many were quick to blame the magician. They said he most likely summoned the beast to kill the other boy on purpose, that it was all planned from the beginning. Of course the other magicians knew this was not true, but the people of machines wouldn’t listen to their words anymore; in their mind, the wizards had broken the little trust between them and the men of machinery. That is when peace ended, and chaos began to reign.
The gang wars suddenly got out of hands, hundreds dying from one reasonably small fight. All who studied magic were severely persecuted, and sometimes tortured to death, and their mutilated bodies were hung from high poles as a warning to other magicians. But tensions were still rising. Suddenly someone in power snapped, and an all out attack was ordered against the magicians. The battle lasted for well over three weeks, both sides had numbers in the ten thousands, but the magicians finally fought them off, paying for it with many lives.
But all this death still had not satisfied the hate and bloodlust of the men, where as the magicians wanted nothing but peace. After only a few months of recuperation, another large attach was staged, one many times larger than the first. This time, the steadily lowering numbers of magicians were in no shape to fight them off once again, so they fled into their hidden cities; putting wards around them to keep them invisible to curios eyes. The magicians were no able to regroup in total anonymity.
After many years the magicians had almost been totally forgotten. Many searched for the hidden cities, but the wards around them kept unwanted explorers from ever finding them. Some even began to secretly study magic in order to shut down the wards, but they were found, and killed. And as these many years passed by, the magicians’ hate towards the men grew at an alarming rate. The magicians started out wanting nothing but to live in harmony with everyone, but after what had happened, they wanted nothing more than to spill the blood of the men who slaughtered whole towns, even the children were brutally killed. The men had no mercy, and so the magicians decided that they would not give mercy to those who have none.
A massive army was being created inside the confines of the hidden cities. Wizards were trained to destroy any man they see, trolls were trained to feel no pain, phoenixes were trained to burn whole cities to the ground without mercy. The army was ready, and the thin strand of remaining desire for peace was the only thing stopping the magicians from starting another world war. But that thread was broken when word broke out among men that magicians were not counted among humans; they were another race, totally inferior to mankind. When this new reached the Counsel of the Wizards, it enraged them so much that they sent their armies to war, in effect beginning the first war of the two realms.
When word of the massive armies reached the men, they were in complete shock. They didn’t expect an attack, for they believed that the number of magicians was too few to create such an army. But the men were not totally unprepared; they amassed their own army, and in response to the trolls, they created mechanical suits that could withstand most explosions; also they created missiles, mostly to destroy the phoenix in midair.
After only one day of marching, the men came to the battle ground where the enemy already stood. The courage left them, and their blood ran cold. Before them they saw nothing but a see of bodies, with fiery creatures mixed in with the crowd. The battle was only one day away, and through out the rest of that day, half of the men fled from fear of the imminent defeat that lay before them. When the day of the battle came, the men were sober as they put their uniforms on and did all the duties assigned to them, while the other army, the magicians, stood in shock as to how small the army of men was. But their shock was soon replaced with bloodlust as the battle horn sounded. There was a thundering noise as the magicians and trolls ran across the battlefield towards the cowering men, and there was a loud hissing as the phoenixes sped towards their intended destination. Then the armies met. Clubs smashed into mechanical suits, spells met bullets, and fire birds met missiles. After only a few hours of fighting, the men were totally annihilated; every last one of them was dead.
But the magicians didn’t stop there, and neither did the men. The magicians marched into populated areas of Africa, Asia, and Russia, destroying everything, and claiming them as military bases belonging to the magicians. The men staged many attacks, but none of them succeeded. It was now man’s turn to cower into their cities in fear of the magician’s power; but to their dread they could not hide their cities from the magicians’ powerful eyes. Many cities were quickly destroyed, claimed, and populated with more magicians. But the men had not totally lost. Under ground were undefined numbers of groups of many men, some large, others varying in size. And these groups the magicians had no idea existed, until they appeared from under their feet and attacked them in the dead of night.
Now after this, it had been exactly one year to the day since the first large attack was made, and a cease fir on both sides was agreed in order to keep that day in remembrance. Since the start of this war, no one had taken notice of how the world had changed. The world was a mess. Pollution skyrocketed as factories were built to create more missiles, whole continents became wastelands after a horde of magicians came plowing through them. Thousands of civilians had already died, and yet this was only the beginning. Finally a decision was made on both sides; one race must die, or else all humanity will be entrapped in a war without end.
