WARNING THIS IS FAIRLY GRAPHIC WILL INCLUDE BLOOD AND BRUTAL KILLINGS This was origonlly posted on Goths High but you all don't go there and im not going ot deprive you of tihs adventure so here it is! But the topic at Goths High would hae anything elxtra thats not involved in the story. Sorry you guys get the short straw! Prologue In Arkiranth, land of myths and magic, there is tragedy that must be fought. However in order for this threat to be sealed, the world will lose magic, forever. Many rebel groups fight to clear the threat from the land. But, many more fight to keep the threat-to keep magic. All the races of the land seem distant from one another in these dark times. The noble elves from the forest kingdom Territh. The Elves strive for the threat to be neutralized and peace to return. Unlike the other races of the world, magic is not thier source of power; they gain aid from the earth itself. Few Elves have strayed from the natural order of the woods and given into the darkness of magic. Abandoned; that was the name given to these renegade Elves. The rugged dwarfs from Colossus; which is their mountain home. The dwarfs are naturally resistant to the effects of magic and are built like oxen. Because of this they are truly amazing fighters and could take down many men. The dwarfs are also mining aces and were the ones to first discover this threat. It, however, cost many dwarfs there lives and unleashed a major threat. The humans are the most versatile and the most recent race; they are also the most destructive. They inhabit most of the lands and build castles. They use more magic then the dwarfs or the elves. Humans can also fall victim to many unpleasant diseases, such as vampirism and lycanthropy. These diseases can be transferred or can be invoked from a ritual ceremony. This threat to the land gave all creatures the powers of magic, but that come at a great cost. The threat can kill many and if you survive which is common, you become corrupted. It causes you to lose all control over your body, you have no feeling of pain and try to kill everyone-everything. When corrupted from the “threat” your body impales itself with the same substance that caused the poisoning; forcing even greater changes to the body, sometimes granting you the powers of self resurrection, it might even allow you to live without a head or even if you got chopped into pieces. This very dangerous substance causes these effects in its solid form, while in a liquid from grants you the powers of magic. It is unknown how it is changed from solid to liquid. This substance of destruction and of power was called arcane… Chapter One: The Darkest Ritual The cool wind was blowing through the air as the rusted graveyard gate squeaked. The leaves were changing colours and they were falling of the tree caught by the breeze. The moon was out and the clouds dark and grey. The Day was October 31 and within the fenced graveyard there was something happening. A Dark Ritual was underway and the helpless spectators were destined to play a role in the events of this night but none could expect the outcome… “Take your place inside the circle.” A young man, hardly even 17 was giving instructions to another man roughly the same age. A few feet away was a circle of hooded figures and 4 people were tied up within the circle. A young girl about 8 years old, she was crying and parts of her long brown hair was ripped out. Across from her was a boy about 14. He was struggling to get away through he was held down. He had bruises all over his body. To the side of him was an older woman about 38. She too was crying and bagging for them to let her ago to no avail. And across from her was a man about 42 years old. He was strong and smart. But he was unconscious and unable to do anything about the events unfolding in front of him. The man walked into the center of the circle and the acolytes begin to chant. The boy looked at him with rage while the girl and woman look at him pleading to be let free. With the blood of men we ask, That you give us the blood curse, To be bestrode upon this man. And for it to again be pasted, Upon the victims of this man, And that life be never ending. From the corpses of these four, We pray for the blood curse, And for a new world, a new race. “Now bring forth the first sacrifice!” Three of the acolytes picked up the unconscious man and tied him up by them limbs. The speaker looked over at the man in the middle of the circle in disgust. “Are you sure you want to do this, it can’t be undone, I mean there-“ “Be quiet Oron! Just say the ritual and ill deal with the rest! Now continue from where you left off!” Angrily he walked over the man tied up and too the three acolytes. They all pulled out long knives and held them in there clenched had awaiting the next words. “Fine… The blood curse asks that for immortality to be reached the first sacrifice be long and painful! Now raise your blades and cut!” Oron turned around and looked away unable to watch how they were going to kill the man. The first two acolytes cut the man’s wrists and the blood came out and covered the knives. The blood was dripping from the man’s fingers and dropping to the ground creating a dripping noise. The last acolyte used his knife and slowly cut the man’s throat and the blood came out ad flowed like a river as he gagged waking up just in time to see his killer before everything turned black… Oron watched as the man was cut down and discarded. He was thankful that the darkness of night hided the blood of the man so he could only see the shadows moving in the distance. Remembering the words told to him he fought back his stomach and said the next words. “Now that immortality is reached we shall ask that the lord of blood grant this man with vision sharp enough to pierce the darkness that is night! Bring forth the next sacrifice!” Two acolytes brought forth the woman and dropped her to her knees. She was crying a lot now and the acolytes each levelled there knife with the bottom of the woman’s eyes. Oron looked away again as they did this ritual sacrifice. The knifes plunged into the eye socket and ripped the eye right out leaving her blind. The thick blood flowed down her face and onto the ground. The horrid shriek let out by the woman right there was the worst Oron ever heard and wished he never would have needed to. The acolytes continued inward with there blade driving into her brain and killing her quickly. Her body was thrown on top of the mans and Oron looked back around and was shocked by the words passing his lips. “The vision has been given to the lord and now he asks that the teeth of the third be sacrificed!” Two more acolytes brought up the young boy and laid him down on a altar of stone. They brought out two large cleavers and levelled them to the boys upper and lower jaw. The Boy let out a horrid shrill and started to struggle but he wasn’t strong enough to over power the acolytes. Oron couldn’t take it anymore “Valthric you need to stop this! He is just a boy!” Valthric turned to look at Oron and he yelled at him. “Oron! Do what you’re here to do and nothing else! This was my choice any more interruptions and you will be joining them!” Valthric looked back at the boy and waited for what was next. The Acolytes brought up there cleavers and chopped down onto the gums of the young boy. The blood splashed up on the acolytes and teeth were flying all around the place. The cleavers were stuck in the boy but his shrills, his cries, his determination were all gone, he lay motionless waiting for the acolytes to add him to the pile. Oron just escaped the last massacre but one of the boys teeth found there way to him and it lay at his feat. Oron turned back around in time to see another body added to the growing pile. “The lord asks for one more sacrifice! He asks that you take the life of the last, of the youngest!” Oron looked over at Valthric hoping that he would say knew he couldn’t but he knew that Valthric was lost and he was never coming out of his insanity. Valthric took out a small dagger and gripped it tight in his clenched fist. The final acolyte took the young girl and held her in place as Valthric walked up to her with the dagger. She was crying silently. “I will take a life to serve the lord of blood better!” The girls eyes opened wide and it looked like she just gave up hope and waited for the piece of the grave. Those were the words that Oron feared; this was not the boy he grew up with. This man in front of him now was a monster. Oron looked over at the girl and he started to cry slightly. “She is just a little girl! Let her live! Its not worth it! You already killed 3 people for this stupid cause!” Valthric turned to Oron. “Oron, my dear friend, I chose you as speaker because I though you of all people would support my every choice! I guess I was wrong, I can trust no one, and when this is all over, you will be the blood curses first victim! What an honour for you!” Oron look at Valthric shocked by those words and he was unable to look away from the scene in front of him. The acolytes lined up and started the cant again in the behind the girl and she kneeled crying and she looked upon Valthric and cried silently “Valthric…” Valthric brought up the dagger above the girls head and brought it back. “This is good bye, dear sister…” The dagger plunged downward. ------------------------------ Oh, and this is not in the Writers corner because i want suggestions on it becuase im trying to make it 50,000 words by the end of November. I also want it to be fun and interesting to read.