Tchoi disgraced his family, abandoned by his village and now he seeks fame, fortune and freedom that only war can provide. Does Tchoi have what it takes? Or will he die trying? Maybe the gods have other things planned... This is the legend of Tchoi the kingdom slayer.
No, I got Blitz from YouTube, but Xephos from a friend! He might have told me it from YouTube though :lol:
Tchoi stood in the same, gritty alleyway that he had slept in for the past 2 years. The stained walls covered with blood and the ever growing vines. The alleys cobbled pavement made a rythmic sound as Tchoi walked along, unseen by the vermin that encroached the surrounding area. He walked into the broad daylight that covered the ground, early morning he thought to himself, all the guards had left their posts. Just like he had planned... Tchoi reached into his pocket and found the small parchment which contained the whereabouts of the treasure vault, the vault, sealed by Glifh. The last known kingdom privateer. And by privateer, Tchoi knew the world understood that it meant paid killers...
Tchoi was vigilant for guards still loyal to the bastàrd on the throne, Zaln, the son of a father unknown. Zaln had come to power through treachery, money and the blood of any who opposed him. His reign had just begun and it was already being prepared to end by the gods themselves... Tchoi knew nothing of this plan set in fate, his only thought was the vault and where his prize would be most valued. Echoing quickly checked the street, no one, He hurtled to the church which sat atop a steep, snowy mountain. Far above the town below, Tchoi looked up and saw a sign of the events to follow. The moon turned red and the great birds of these mountains roared at the sight, pain and suffering, these two would be colliding and the fate of the kingdom would be decided on the young shoulders of Tchoi...
Tchoi glided effortlessly towards the gravelly path set away in stone. He saw and heard nothing as he approached the pathway. He was uneasy as shadows moved around him and the trees swayed from the wind. Animals began cheerping, the wind howled and the surrounding area groaned in pain, the entire environment was alive... Vines shot out of the ground, rushing towards Tchoi. He easily avoided them, slashing and slicing the vines like a warm knife through butter. The tattered vines made a tactical retreat and knew their time would come and it was fast approaching. Tchoi glared at the ground around him, nothing, the area died again and returned to it's residing state. He carried on up the path, get closer and closer and closer, but no close enough... The path seemed to be endless and Tchoi's legs were buckling and his spirit was faltering, he trooped onwards, passing the same rock he had passed multiple times. What he hadn't realized was he was being watched and the path lied above him in the clouds...