Got bored of my last story so here goes a new one same rules as last one but i guess I'll ecplain it here as well. At the end of each section there'll be a choice. Choose one and vote for it on the choice thread. This first section has no choice yet so keep watching for one!! Also please use the choice thread as feed back too!! Well anyhoo here goes nothing!!
To Save or Raze Origin A Star Streaks By One light. Two lights. Three lights. A comet streaks by leaving a glow of fantastic color as it collides with the worlds atmoshere. Following the lights, you trek through the dark forest. You see even brighter lights, but these time these aren't comets. You see sillouhettes of people raised by poles from the light. And you know now that they are prisoners of war, suffering from their incompetance in skill. "Pathetic", you mutter. Not that you support the enemy and this torture but for the soldiers lack of skill to have won the war. "You could of avoided this if you weren't such damn weaklings." "Nrggh!!", the sillouhettes moan. Now or never, you think. A spotting tower towers above you. Though it can't see through the thick brambles of the tree canopy above you... It'll surely spot you later. You hastely head over to the tent nearest to the forest and rip the cheap fabric using your sword. Two suprised soldiers in red imperial armor scramble to get out. They only succeed in unzippibg the tent before you stab both of them through the chest. Your sword gleams with the glow of blood in the firelight. Like it's gleeful to see blood again after so many years of dormancy. You grab a few cooking pots and make lots of commotion. Like you thought a shadow walks past the tent and starts to walk in. "Hey your not in uni-", the soldier starts to say. "I prefer black excuse me", as you lip his head off. You pear out of the tent to see anymore soldiers. "Time for the main event." as you scramble past more tents. Calmly lighting one on fire with a spell ,"Brisingr", you mutter, a bright light spots you. "Crap", as they start to ring the bell. You know that you don't have muc time and unless you can shut that guy up the whole 52nd sector is going to get here within five minutes. You start running at the watchtower as arrows whizz by you. Thump!! Thump!! You here as arrows imbedded themselves into the ground and wood. Ten years of acrobatics allowed you to scale the woodplanks of the watchtower. Just as your about to heft yourself over the edge onto the platform a burst of yells comes from your right. Fifty or so warriors in full battle gear coming straight at you is not a sight you want to see. Swords hefted they start to hack at the wood supports of the tower to get you down. "Begone!!", you yell over there clamor. You race up the side to be met by two soldiers. The first soldier throws the lanturn he holds and as it breaks he yells the word fo fire and a giant swarm of fire blasted through my body. "Nrrgh", as the last of the blast schorched past me. The blast started the tower on fire and as I looked up I saw the other soldier race up stairs. The first soldier had already gone for his sword as you searched for him. As you went back into the main room the flames were already substantial. Thud!! The soldier pummeled me into the wall and the tower creaked as it almost tipped over. You jabbed my sword at him and caught it between his arm and chest. You heaved him off the side of the burning building only to splatter across the ground. The wood planks creaked under your weight as you raced up the stairs only to find yourself on the roof on this starry night. Ping!! An arrow pierces your thigh as you cripple to the ground. The soldier stands in front of you pointing his bow and arrow. You smirk and mutter and inaudible spell as the edge of ceiling falls off the building. Carrying body and all. Crawling up to the broken edge you now see the soldiers are almost done hacking the supports. Out of the corner of your eye you see a star streak by. You point your hand at it and feel great strain on your hand. "Take a load of this you bastards," you mutter. The star suddenly changes course right for you. You point it in the way of the soldiers. You sneer as it crashlands on a hell load of soldiers.