The story of evony.
The lands of Romagna, stained with fueds, blood and hate. Situated in the south west reaches of the lands of Evony it has become the most fought over grounds for Centures, The Great alliances have fallen to an Unstoppable force...the Hurundi as it is spoken in the native Romagna tounge...
Rebel alliances have formed together to try and take back Romagna and stop The Hurundi from taking what other land is left..
Canthor son of Angerith ruler of the North Marches, Fought the Hurundi but slowly his men fell..his troops joined the Hurundi, some ran to other parts of evony and some were taken captive and executed.
Canthor reached lay back in his Throne, "My lord, the Hurundi have broken through the north walls" Shouted the watchman.
"My lord...you must be taken to safety" Whispered Faragith Canthor's son.
"Bring me my sword" Canthor said staring at his hands
"But father! You must live on to rule what is left of thes forsaken lands"
"There will be no land left, Now bring me my sword" Shouted Canathor
Rising from his knee Faragith Summoned a servent to fetch his fathers sword.
After five minutes of silence a gleeming sword was brought in, It lit the room up with a silvery glow. The green stone of Ancarith, the king of Friesland in the old ages.
The red stone of Ezerothir, ruler of Romagna in the old ages.
The blue stone of tahorlin, ruler of The Marches in the old ages.
All set in the sword, ingraved in this sword was the words "Son of Evony, ruler of Lands, take your Battle worn hands and lay this sword to enemy grounds.."
The sword was roughly six hundred years old and had been used by many Rulers and kings.
"How many Battle ready do we have" Canthor asked, his eyes drifting over the hundred or so Generals.
"We have sixty thousand archers, two hundred thousand warriors. Five thousand Cavalry and two thousand Balistas" Said a General at the back of the room.
Faragith walked slowly towardshis father, bent down and whispered in his ear.
"Father The Hunduri's force is over two million men strong...we have no hope"
"What defences do we have" Canthor asked again looking around the room.
"None, my lord they were all destroyed when the Hunduri broke through the walls"
"Then get what men we have armed and ready to fight!" Canthors eyes Gleamed Brightly
Canthor's men marched to try and fill the gap in the north walls, They could hear the Hurundi chanting "Canthor, Canthor, CANTHOR" They all wanted his head...
A warrior fainted just before they got to the gap in the walls, others fell over him. From the Hurundi Laughs could be heared.
"They shall pay..." Shouted Canathor in the Hurundi's general direction
Canthor's army came to the broken walls and stopped.
"HALT" Shouted a General, General Inthamoc aged fifty one..he had seen many battles but never been in one that so out weighed his side.
"ARCHERS TO THE BACK, ARROWS READY"
"WARRIORS, SPEARS OUT"
"CAVALRY TO THE LEFT AND RIGHT, SWORDS OUT AND READY TO CHARGE"
"BALISTA, LOAD UP AND BE READY TO FIRE!"
The army shifted into shape, the Hurundi stopped the chants and shouts. For five long minutes the Hurundi advanced closer to the wall, it was a small opening only allowing around ten thousand troops in at once..this was the only thing in Canthor's favour.
"Today we fight, we may die but even in death we shall NOT be defeted!" Shouted Canthor, he nodded to Inthamoc, raised his Sword into the air and screamed.
The old general shouted
"BALISTAS READY" A soldier manning the balista raised the flag to show they were ready.
"ARCHERS, ARROWS READY" An archer raised a flag.
"BALISTA! ARCHERS! FIRE!"
The sky went dark, and thousands of arrows volleyed into the air.
"FREE FIRE" shouted the general, meaning for the troops to fire at what they wanted and when they wanted to..without orders.
The Hunduri Charged, the ground shook and they screamed war crys. The arrows hit the first wave of Enemys charging at the wall. Screams, not of war but of pain now started to echo.
"WARRIORS, STEADY...STEADY..."
The Hurundi closing in on the Gap, some being hit by arrows but they were getting closer...and closer..
"WARRIORS...NO...STEADY......STEADY...CHARGE!"
One hundred thousand warriors charged through the gap to meet the on coming Hurundi.
"WARRIORS REMANING MOVE TO WERE THE FIRST HUNDRED THOUSAND WERE, AND FAST"
Canthor could see the carnage unfolding just out side of the gap,
"We shall charge....i do not wish to die trapped inside my own walls!"
*thwip*
An arrow volley from the Hurundi came over the wall...More screams and blood.
"Faragith, get the troops ready for the second and last charge"
Canthor looked to were his Son should have been standing, he looked to the floor and saw his son...An arrow in the eye. Bloody every were, Canthor let out a cry and shouted "CHARGE".
In the thick battle Canathor slashed body parts, his sword gleamed not of sliver, but of red blood.
The battle had raged for two hours when finally Canathor was pulled from his horse...A very large Hurundi with a great Black axe stood before him and laughed
"So THIS...is the great Canathor...i shall decorate my hut with your head!"
Canathor said nothing and picked his sword from the ground,
"I am ready, Big one"
Crash! the axe hit the floor next to Canthor's foot, Canthor swung his sword at the big ones head.
Missing he shouted, in retaliation the big one pulled his axe from the ground and crahsed in into Canthor's leg.
A short Scream, and canthor's sword was thrusted into teh Big ones face.
The Big one fell to the floor still alive trying to pull the sword out, but in the process cutting his hands to ribbons. Dragging himself to the Big one Canthor pushed the sword futher into the Hurundi's head and then pulled it out, Looking around he saw Bloody, guts and boody parts all around, His gave then went to his leg. Bones sticking out at odd angles, flesh and muscle showing walst bloody gushed out.
"The Lord is Injured" Shouted a warriors running towards Canthor only to be taken out by an arrow to his chest. Other Troops looked around and saw Canthor lying on the ground..the ran and formed a circle around him. The old general ran to the middle of the circle and sat besides Canthor.
"How many troops remain general" In a sad look
"two hundred, and they are all here defending you my lord..."
"In five hours we have lost so many?"
"The Hurundi are exellent swords men my lord.."
The conversation was interupted by Screams of Canthors mean, they were rammed by pikes.
The old general stood up.
"This is it"
Canthor nodded
Slowly over the next hour the remaning two hundred troops had fallen.
The old General stood infront of the Hurundi's Leader, Voltmor.
"Voltmor...You have taken our home lands, and the lands of many others but you shall not take my lords life"
He grabbed for a dagger in his shoe, Voltmor laughed and sliced The generals head of in one precise move of his sword. The general did not even reach past his knee....
"So now, we meet" Bellowed Voltmor
"I am not scared of you, stop playing games and kill me!"
"Pick up your wepon and fight me" Laughed Voltmor
Voltmor grabbed a heavy axe and slammed it into the sword of stone..The stones smashed into millions of pieces.
"Pick up your weapon!"
The air glowed strange colours and Voltmor flew back one hundred feet along with his troops..
"Devil magic, you use Canthor?" Shouted Voltmor
"Some would say"
"Well you shall pay for using your wizard trickery then"
Voltmor threw his sword at Canthor,it was lodged in the side of his head...
The ages past and The Hurundi continued to conquor and full the lands of evony..
Five years past, and the mound were Faragith and Canthor had been buried started to glow strange colours.....
My name is Rantatist, son of Faragith....i have found the sword of stone and have finished my quest to find the stones...
when Voltmor hit the sword with his axe, his power of evil magic was forced into this sword...and all I need is the stones, when I find and fight Voltmor i will be just as powerfull as him.....
This is my last entery into this book, someday i hope it will be found and read by somebody in the lands of evony...so they will know the truth about The hurundi and how they were destroyed....Good bye, i will die by the enemys hands when i have killed The evil lord....
Rantatist, son of Faragith....
I know it has some spelling mistakes and some bad punctution, but this story was made outta bordom!
What did you thinm outta 10?![]()



As of yet I am 100% sure that none of you know what my objective is of this thread...but it is working.

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