Storyline for my maps

#1 Here is the back story for my maps. It is the first part that tell will tell the story of a Warriors past. I did not use names because midevil/fantasy-like names aren't my thing.
Due to excessive length I have to break the story up into two parts.

Background for a Warrior:

Part1

Ever since I was a young boy, about seven years, I was taught that if there was ever trouble I should head into the sunsets and keep my back to the sunrises until I come across anyone that can help me. I tried to use what I was taught, but unfortunately haunting day, I still remember so vividly my father was being slaughtered before my eyes. An orc knocked my father down in full armor and as he was struggling to get up his helmet was knocked off. Then following his helmet came his head to a blunt, double-edged axe. I watched from a hiding spot but I could not stand watching that monster of a creature as he laughed and spit upon my fathers dead body. I charged at that orc with a dagger I had hoping that I would at least be able to get one good stab in, but before I knew it I woke up inside a crude wooden cage. I was being taken prisoner. Why? I did not know. All I knew was that this strange creature I had never seen before was dragging my cage along with several others. I saw a few boys and girls that lived in my village in cages but we all had a look of despair, as we knew our situation was hopeless. The girls cried more than the boys throughout our journey.

We went through the mountains deep into a dark forest to a city which then we were sold and enslaved to various orc families. A little girl tried to run while we were being sold, but it was too late. She was beaten over and over again until her body lay lifeless. They had killed her and told the rest of the slaves that she was an example to what would come of us if tried the same. As we were sold we were strip of our closes and given rags to wear. I was sold to a blacksmith and his mate. Once I was taken to my new home I was bent over. I screamed bloody murder as he placed that hot iron upon my ass to be branded. After the smith branded me he chained me up near a watering hole left me. He told me to rest as I had a long day tomorrow. I tried but I kept having nightmares as night went by. I kept seeing my father and that axe. Suddenly I woke before I knew it to the smith dragging me across the yard. My squirming and struggling did not help. He beat me a few times for the trouble I gave him and then he chained me near his forge. He handed me a shovel about my size as he told me to feed the fire with the coal. This was my job for thirteen years. As those years passed I learned how to make strong axes, swords, spears, armor and more as I observed carefully as to what was being created each time.

Then finally it happened I was free. He left me everything when he died. I do not know why. Was it that he had no children or was it the gods favoring me? Whatever the situation I set out to make myself the best armor and weaponry possible. This only took me a few weeks. Then there was the task of transportation and the selling of the home. The home was no problem but the transportation...well it ended up being by foot. I set off back to where I once lived to see what I could find. It took three months to reach that spot, that location where my father was brutally murdered. My anger boiled but I calmed as I realized I gained a valuable skill through the misfortunate situation I had been in. Blacksmithing I knew everything I needed to know to ensure that I would be able to supply myself with the proper equipment I might need in order to build my own shelter. No one lived in the ruins of the town but I told myself I should. It is key. Anyone who might pass through will not stay longer than a night. But a night is all I need to take the money and food I need.

#2 Several years passed as hunted and stole my way so that I might survive, when an army came. It was small maybe only a dozen or so men. Their armor was in dire need of repair as the just managed to survive a battle. The weapons were in bad shape. I knew this was the opportunity I was waiting for. I approached them. They asked who I was but unfortunately the only answer I could give them was "A Blacksmith." This was a blessing for them. The begged me to repair the armor and build them sturdy weaponry. Saddened I told them I have next to no metal for forging. The faces became dull as they heard the unfortunate news. But then I told them I would gladly repair anything if they could use my company. It took them a minute or two to decide that it would be good. I gathered my things and we left the next morning. Since then I have been traveling, repairing the army's armor and weaponry as their personal blacksmith.

Now we are a force to be reckoned with we are one of the strongest mercenary armies for hire. We have set sail to head to Stronghold a well-known town for its defenses. Little did we know when we set out that we would soon be trying to out run an army a great magnitude. It was a great army set to overthrow the humans, elves, and any force that stood in their way. The reason we are running is to warn the people and any kingdom that may suffer a rude awakening.

#3 Here is Part 2. It is the offensive story that goes along with Port of Stronghold. Due to excessive length this part has been broken up into 2 sections.

"Port of Stronghold"

So far the journey at sea has been good. The rations are holding out and our point of direction has not changed. Like I was taught to head east so have my companions in this army.

It has been a month since we set sail. I have been told that any day now we will hit Stronghold and our journey will be over. The army wondered why our leader has set out on a journey with no pay and wondering if we will really make it to Stronghold. Our leader only said the pay will be great, but did not say when or how we will be paid. Some wondered if it would be gold, silver and precious jewels. Others wondered if it would be land, cattle, and freedom. Those with little hope were saying that our great leader is leading us all to the gallows to be slaughtered by royal executioner. The men asked what I thought but I did not answer. I only thought what good is it that we are doing. For so long we have been bought for our power but not without being commissioned first. This time was different we were not commissioned anything? It is as if as soon as we set sail to head into the sun our leader knew about the war coming. But I tried not to think too much about it. I just wanted a good nights sleep and nothing more.

The next morning we spotted land. It was the first since we set sail. We were close and we all were excited about finally seeing what our earnings would be. However we still had about a half a days worth of traveling left to Stronghold. It seemed forever for us to get there but our leader told us we were not wasting any time on sailing into what little port was there. We were landing on the eastern shore and taking a short trek from there through the forest.

When we landed we wasted no time setting up camp but we could not help but wonder about buildings that lay on the cliffs nearby. We scouted the area before nightfall and planned to head into stronghold the next morning. It was too late Stronghold has changed. Our leader said it is possible that other forces have taken the town or we merely landed on the wrong shore. Time was valuable but we did not have any to spare. We needed to know yes this was Stronghold or no and we need to pack up and set sail. We sent scouts out some more that day. All they found out was that the name of the town indeed used to be Stronghold but has changed to Port of Stronghold. Why? We all wondered. Our leader questioned the scouts to see if the went in town. They did and found the no one will listen to us unless an overthrow of the town was to occur. We needed to capture the town. Our presence was known and we needed to be quick. Our leader had other plans erect and outpost and a hovel as quickly as possible. We needed defenses. This took a few weeks. By then we were starting to see the armies at sea in the distance anchored and poised ready to strike. Our leader knew we needed to strike now or never. Tonight would be the night we needed to take three strategic points. We needed to do it quick.

#4 Dawn has come and we set out to take the town for the peoples own good. It was only a mere two hours with their defenses at full. It was done. New order has come. Our leader spoke of the army of great magnitude. We also found that Port of Stronghold was merely a large island that sits about two or three weeks away from the mainland. We packed everything that night except what was needed to sleep. The townsfolk were glad to give us more food for not destroying their humble village. The army's men all knew that they were going to be slaughtered and plundered tomorrow.

Early the next morning we all woke before sunrise to a village family who wanted us to take this crate. The crate was filled with a powerful treasure that they did not want to loose. The family told us not to look but if we could not stand looking to not touch what was inside. Why was this powerful treasure not to be touched? As we left as the sun was rising. The sky was blood red. The army knew it was going to be a bloody day for the village. The ship rounded the island and we headed west as fast as possible. We all knew that we needed to make time and not make any mistakes about the course we set.

#5 Why don't you write a book :-) !!!

(Take it as a compliment!)


EDIT: I could sure use you to get a story for our game.

#6 Part Three

I slept great that night. The rocking of the boat caused my head to roll sideways into an inexpensive laptop that our leader had accidently left in my bed the night before. I rubbed the brand on my ass and sighed. Will the villagers die as easily as the rats that I hunt for food each night? I hoped so, I never liked getting into a fight with someone who looked tougher than me. I decided to hide below deck instead of take part in the morrow's pillage and rape. I awoke the next day and logged into yahoo to see if anyone had replied to my personals ad....

Oh sorry. I was just feeling kind of goofy. The branding of the ass part was to blame.

But honestly, cool story.

#7 Here is part three. It will be broken up into two parts. I probably won't have another part posted until I work up the concept for the cinematics. I will post it on a website of mine. Well here is part three.

"Cursed Island"

As soon as we left sight of Port of Stronghold and he surrounding land the leader of the army reminded us about the treasure. We all agreed not to even touch the crate that housed the powerful treasure. By that night it was too late. Voices that sounded giddy and playful started to ring in each army member's ear. It drove us all mad tempting us, saying, "open it you know you want to" or "are you not man enough to open a crate." It happened and before the leader could wake up from his slumber the sky turned grey and dark. A heavy fog set in and the scepter that was in that crate along with a journal was in the hands of the men. They passed it around all giddy and happy. However about half of the crew including the leader and myself resisted the temptation. Then it got worse. The treasure started glowing and pulsating. Soon there after the ship was out of control we could not steer. Then suddenly a gust of several heavy winds filled the sails and we were headed to a dock. Our leader knew the scepter could not make it onto this small beach-like island or we would be doomed. He ordered me to grab the journal and head below deck as a distraction. While I did that he would knock the scepter out of the hands of the half of the army that possessed it and give it to the sea.

On his queue we moved. It was a well-organized attempt that worked, however the knowledge that I possessed in my hand was tremendous. I flipped through the pages and as I read every so often I found out the history, the abilities of this newly founded magical Jesters Scepter. It was a mere fatal joke to many who accepted it. Most who do get a chance to touch it wind up dead from insanity unless they were to loose possession of the object. However only a select few races could indeed use the Jesters Scepter as a powerful magical weapon. Among those few races were Necromancers and Orcs. A plop of an object falling in the water interrupted my concentration. Then it happened we were there we docked shortly there after ridding our insane crew of the cursed scepter. Did we dispose of the scepter to close to shore? Well all of us agreed we needed to sleep this one off. We trekked to the far shore of the island and setup camp. We tied up before nightfall and made sure that everything was secure.

#8 The next morning we woke to a whole new island and no ship. It must have drifted away. However that was the least of our concerns. The island had grown. Not out but up and there was only one area that you could touch the sea without taking a plunge off of the sheer drop. We even found ruins of a magical circle and two wrecked ships. And to make matters worse the army was starting to divide, the sane and the insane. The scepter started to glow in the water near the only beach-like area and it was strong. Fights broke out and the men separated. Half went to the other end of the island while others stayed with the camp. It Seem mutual until we realized that the Jesters Scepter was egging us on to fight. It won we sought to enslave the insane half of the army while the others merely wanted to kill us. One member approached and just said, "Capture the flag." Then he left. That was it a game of capture the flag wouldn't bring any harm to anyone while yet achieving the same effects as war. It was on. Before we knew it we were at it. Where the flags came from we will never know. Perhaps it was the scepter or it was a figure of our imaginative mind playing tricks. We played for several days with no food, water, and sleep. Then we won.

In the blink of an eye the island returned to the way it was but the discoveries of wreckage and ruins remained. Before we knew it a ship was docking and it was not ours. It was dressed in skeletal-like decorations. But before we knew it our leader was wounded. The insanity had not stopped and a crew commanded by a cloaked figure had gained the Scepter.

#9 Here is part 4. It goes along with my latest map creation Night & Day. It will be broken up due to the extensive length. I hope you like.

Part 4 - Night and Day

I had been three days since my capture along with my fellow companions. I woke to this misery bound and more or less thrown in the belly of the ship. From what little light there is I made out three piles of bones, two skeletons guarding the trapdoor to the main deck and not much else...except the occasional rat or two scurrying about. From the talk that I could barely hear I heard that we were bound for a nearby abandoned island and something about golems once we get there. I have heard of these creatures made of stone and how they were powerful.

After a few more heaves and hoes by the skeletal crew we landed on a shore and was taken to this so called castle of an area. We were held till nightfall then before we were escorted we watched as our leader, dead, was cleansed of his skin. The Necromancers began to chant. As the chanting went on a shower of acid rain began to fall upon our leader's body. We all watched in astonishment as the skin began to melt away and the muscles twitched a bit. All of us could not stand the horrendous stench. As we began to vomit and cough sporadically we were then escorted through a heavily dark area back to where we were docked only lit by these rocks that lit up the ground. During the escorting we would whisper to each other what our plan was. Since we overheard throw them overboard and come back and wait for them to drown we knew that if our bindings we removed we would be able to swim back to shore with no problem. It happened the pathetically stupid skeleton removed our bindings before we were thrown overboard. Each of us knew that we needed to wait for the ship to make it back to shore before we swam back.

As we heard the skeleton land we started to head back. We all waited for each other so that we could regroup and plan the perfect attack. We knew that we had to pass over a lit bridge so we knew we had to be swift to get behind the rocks that lied behind the light. From there we had a perfect high point to ambush and attack an encampment from above. However this was not good knowing that several other tents were lit by fire light and we needed to kill them all. We had never dealt with having to fight a Necromancer let alone a dozen and their skeletons that they had resurrected. This was the least of our worries after a quick remembrance of the acid rain we knew that we could be turned into skeletons in a rather hasty manner if we were not careful. All that we knew was that if we killed the Necromancers the skeletons that they commanded would most likely follow. We had nothing to loose we would die by their hands regardless even if we did not try.

#10 Our plan was to sneak into the encampment before dawn and try to use the darkness as our cover. Once in the camp we would assassinate each of the Necromancers and pray for the best. As we headed up to the bridge we started to hear some yelling. Did they think we were dead that quickly? The yelling we heard came from the small encampment over a scroll that was found. It was the yelling of joy and grand hatred to anything and anyone that was living. They found a scroll that mapped out the location of a natural portal that would take them to the mainland quicker than the sea could. This was bad, as we knew we had to get that scroll and stop them. After hearing this we headed over the bridge through the light and into more darkness. One of the men opted to try and steal the map and let the army be. This would work if we only knew how the creatures thought but it was worth a shot. We knew that the skeletons were thoughtless and were merely soulless slaves. Then we had it distract the Necromancers and grab that scroll. Once we had the scroll we would run to the portal. It was a go I was the runner. I was in charge of reading the map on the run and leading my companions to the portal. Everyone else would go for a Necromancer and whoever found the scroll would throw it to me. I would quickly read as I started to run toward the back of the ruins to the top of a steep cliff. This would be my highpoint if I got into a pinch.

It started they were off and I was following in the shadows. But I could not look as they all were captured again. They were prepared for execution. All of them were placed on their knees and the lead Necromancer came up to them holding the scroll. After a short silence he told them that the scroll he had in his possession was the key. Then he told my companions that they would be a part of his army whether the wanted to or not. He then made a foolish mistake, pointing the scroll that told him everything in the faces of the men. This was all any of them needed to knock the scroll my way. It happened nonetheless and I was on my way to that point. As I ran away all heard were screams of pain, it was of the acidic rain burning the flesh off of my friend's bones. The painful screams overpowered the chanting that I heard, it was the same exact chant as I heard earlier. I was shocked, as I was not pursued and left to my lonesome self to climb to the portal.

#11 Finally the last part is done and my backstory/background is complete for a Warrior. There is unfortunately no map to go along with the last part. Unfortunately it is short but what endings aren't.


Part 5 The New Beginning

It has been several years since that night when I cheated death at the cost of my former companions. Not to far from where I was taken in that portal I found a developing village that had stumbled upon some precious rock in the ground, which then was mined. Even though I have started a new life and moved on I still have nightmares about that day. Their faces, my companions haunt me as if I failed. I unfortunately do not know why it is that the bad dreams have haunted me more frequently. Anyone who knows me well knows all about whom I am and my past. They all know me, well anybody who has become a citizen to The Mines. After all how could you even forget your town's blacksmith and weapons specialist?

Recently hunters and scouts have been coming to me, telling me of blackened ground near that very place where the portal dropped me. It is almost as if the Necromancers have finally reached the portal. Why did it take them that long? Was it that their skeletons could not climb the steep slope like I? Whatever the reason I must prepare. And also be ready to warn anyone in the Necromancers path of the wrath to come. It is here and I must be prepared for the Realm Wars that are upon us.

#12 I have started to do some concepting for items that would be found in my maps and story. The concepts can be found in the art section of the forums.

#13 I have started to do some concepting for items that would be found in my maps and story. The concepts can be found in the art section of the forums.

#14 Those stories are truly amazing you should right a story you have skill enough for it