P r o l o g u e A new rule has taken over and the king and all the nobles shall be beheaded at once. They called me weak, they shoved me to the dirt, and now it's time they pay. The "elite" forces will be no match for my… creations. Hahaha, the power of corruption will be the death of those who once taunted me! Malizion has risen once again in an onslaught naught to be forgotten in all of time! The kingdom is now mine! O n e - R e s i s t a n c e "Fighting has become out moral code, Mr. Critch. Fighting against these things has become our only way of survival. I hope you and you little, what have you called it, milita, have a great time being killed. Your spears don't do anything against even the Terrors!" "Yes, Major General Rothe, I understand but my units have beem trained by the king's forces themselves, and-" "Ok I'm going to stop you right there. No "elite" soldier os getting into my resistance, and thats final. No matter what you say. Even if I agree to it you'd still have to speak with Belon himself. Now I appreciate ypu trying to help but I have to decline." "I uderstand." said Mr. Critch disdainfuly. "Now Critch, send a messenger if you do any good. If you send good mews in one moon cycle I will accept your terms. Deal?" at this Mr. Critch's fave lit up, "Yes, sir!" he said, standing up and shaking Alismar Rothe's hand vigorously. The battle raged on and the main resistance has a chance to win this one shirmish. An ominous roar breaks through the lines of warriors. The resistors just stop and stare in sheer horror at the huge beast. Huge fangs, hateful red eyes, sharpened, deathly claws, and the soze of a mountain. Alismar Rothe takes a stand against this monstrosity and rips a huge war blade from a dying monster and charges, ramming into oncoming enemies with his sliked shield with a force to shake the ground. Alismar smirks as he barrels through monster after monster until finally, the beast is near. He leaps and stabbs into the beast's thick shoulderblade, and laughs as he pulls himself up. He runs fpr the neck, but the beast rears back, tossing Alismar to the tail end of it. He reaches for his sword and stabs into the monster's back, holding on for his life. He waits for the raging monster to calm a little, and runs closer. He lumges at the neck, trying to find a good soft spot. He raises the sword above his head, and brings it down on the beast's neck. The monstrosity stands still for what seems like ages, then falls with a gigantic boom. In the midst of the battle, Alismar Rothe clims to the head of the beast, yelling in victory over the racket of war. One win for the resistance.
T w o - D o u b l e A g e n t The Resistance's own alchemist and scientist, Zedrii, swiftly moved about his small chamber inspecting the quickly decaying carcass of one of the corrupted soldiers. He wondered how Malizion, the subject of many tales meant to scare naughty children, escaped the well-fortified prison nearly two-hundred miles away from the kingdom of Hallstorn and managed to single-handedly overthrow the king and his protections. Obviously he had corrupted those he defeated, enlarging his army as he advanced, but what had he used? The answer was puzzling to Zedrii. Somehow, he had re-aligned the cell reproduction process in the human body to cause some sort of cancer that took over the mind in a matter of minutes. He asked the body disposed of immediatly even though he knew the tumor wasn't contagious, he didn't want to take any risks. A large and well built man sauntered into Zedrii's chamber, analyzing the interesting test tubes of glowing liquids and putrid acids. "Major General Rothe, make yourself feel at home." said Zedrii. "Now, what about this corruption. What have you gotten from that body?" snapped Rothe inquisitively. "Well, sir, the corruption seems to be a… a cancer of some sort." he explained how the re-alignment worked, and soon enough Rothe was nodding, his dark eyes squinted in understanding. "Yow see now, Alismar? There's no way we can stop Malizion. He has somehow staged a mental shield not allowing probation at all!" "Probation? What?" asked Alismar, clearly baffled at the high-tech equipment the scientist had. "Yes. See this thing right here?" Zedrii held up a small but weighty device. "Well, what does it do?" asked Rothe, leaning in to take it. Zedrii swatted his hand away, and smiled, "Watch this." he tapped it three times and said a name in the ancient language. A small projection appeard and Alismar's eyes grew wide. He reached out to touch it, but Zedrii batted his curious hand away. Slowly, a figure appeared. He was tending to an injured knight in a chamber much like Zedrii's. "Do you know who that is?" Alismar interrogated it for a bit, then exclaimed, "That's Doctor Bonrey at the castle! He's alive? This little-- thing --is quite the-" "Prober. It probes people's minds by sending a radioactive wave to their brains, allowing me to-" Zedrii noticed that Alismar had lost intrest quite a while ago, and dismissed his disrespect. "Zedrii?" "Yes, sir?" "What is this?" asked Alismar, holding a flask of glowing black liquid. "T-that! D-don't touch that!" yepled Zedrii, stumbling around to Alismar, taking the flask. "Well? What is it?" "I-I can't tell you." "It wasn't a question. It was an order, Zedrii. Now, what is this?" Zedrii sighed and said, "That is the Corruption's blood. I-I got it from Bonrey at the castle. He's been infiltrating the units that have taken the castle. That, in fact, is the blood of a newly corrupted one, so the process is still working. If Bonrey and I can keep this up, we could find weakness in them and destroy them easily." Alismar just smiled, took the flask, and dropped it, shattering the glass. Zedrii's eyes widened, and he rushed to scoop the remaining glop up. "I do not believe in this "cancer" you speak of. It's black magic, not this re-alignment folley. I will see you later, Zedrii." Alismar left, taking the Prober. Alismar sat in hut, tapped a device three times, and said a complicated name in the toungue of the ancients. A blurry image came up, but it soon cleared up. "Doctor Bonrey has been infiltrating your soldiers, sir. Also, I have ended Zedrii's experiment on the Corruption. I will be taking my reward now, Malizion." "Very good, Alismar. But I am not one to keep promises. Disband the Resistance now or let death be your reward." "But sir! You asked two things, and that's what I habe given you. I cannot disband. I am sorry, sir." "Very well. Expect me later, Alismar. You will regret your decision."