Alhuntrazeck
05-25-2013, 07:21 AM
First off, I know Dead wrote a great story on it, but here's my take on what happened back then:
10th Century A.D
From the cold, icy north, rose a tribe of great heroes. They were warriors of the toughest kind; rogues whose daggers made enemies wail in fear; mages whose power over the elements were sung in fear for decades to come. They were the Epitome of Excellence, a tribe blessed by the power of Dratzuh, God of Life; the power to never die.
Fast-forward ten years. The band of heroes now expanded. Hundreds now stood among their numbers. Together, the Epitome of Excellence became one of the strongest tribes ever in prehistoric Arlor. Their power of being immortal made even their oldest members survive the toughest battles. All seemed well until the rise of the Dark Lord.
His name was Mardrom, Lord Mardrom, and he reigned the Dead City as it was called. He was named the Terror King, as he had the power to bestow death upon anyone he chose.
Mardrom's first act upon becoming King was to wipe out all the tribes of Arlor, replacing them with his own dark minions. The Epitome evaded him as much as possible but the end was inevitable. Mardrom slowly hunted them down, destroying them one by one.
Their protection of Dratzuh failed as the God himself died. All seemed lost. But then the tribe from the mysterious West came forth; Silentkillz.
They were huge and strong; the very sound of their battle call made enemies quake in fear and run away screaming. They were also favored by Dratzuh; as his protection fell, they merged with the Epitome of Excellence; the last two tribes of Arlor merged into one, the Epitome of Silentkill.
Together they traveled through the dreaded Dead City, Arcanum Grounds and finally Arcanum Castle. On the way they faced never ending hordes of monsters before finally setting their sights on the tower looming above Arcanum Castle: the Tower of Mardrom.
Defeating the minions of hell that clung around his throne room, they journeyed upward. Around 500 of the bravest citizens of Arlor climbed that tower to face the mighty Lord Mardrom.
Facing so-called mythical beasts like the Grazuhfo, said to be son of Death himself, Hufzlosa, daughter of Death, and many, many other creatures before finally reaching the lair of Lord Mardrom.
He rose from his throne and assumed his full battle form. The Lord of Death was completely brick red, muscular arms bulging out, a mouth opened in a wicked smile.
So, his voice rumbled across the room, the heroes have finally arrived. I've been waiting to meet you.
The leader of Epitome of Excellence, Cassadeepope, and the leader of Silentkillz, Xcs, stepped forward and crossed weapons. "You will never pass us, foul beast," they called. "We will kill you!"
(A/N: Corny, but couldn't help it; this is the 10th century after all.)
A great battle ensued between Mardrom with his hordes of Hell and Epitome of Silentkillz. After a long, weary battle, they slew Lord Mardrom and ended his rule. Freeing Arlor, they returned to their abodes, naming Epitome of Excellence's Abode 'the City of Windmoore' and Silenkillz' 'the Great City of Kraag'.
Slowly tribes began to rebuild. They appeared back from hiding and rose to great heights. And thus concludes my lil story of how Epitome of Silentkill came to be.
I did not mean to offend any guild by saying how they hid, etc., that was just my take, as a scribe during those times, on the matter.
Signing off,
Alhuntrazeck
Official Scribe of Epitome of Silentkill
Sequel to this: http://www.spacetimestudios.com/showthread.php?103605-Epitome-of-Silentkill-The-Dawn-of-the-Hammer&p=1153067#post1153067
10th Century A.D
From the cold, icy north, rose a tribe of great heroes. They were warriors of the toughest kind; rogues whose daggers made enemies wail in fear; mages whose power over the elements were sung in fear for decades to come. They were the Epitome of Excellence, a tribe blessed by the power of Dratzuh, God of Life; the power to never die.
Fast-forward ten years. The band of heroes now expanded. Hundreds now stood among their numbers. Together, the Epitome of Excellence became one of the strongest tribes ever in prehistoric Arlor. Their power of being immortal made even their oldest members survive the toughest battles. All seemed well until the rise of the Dark Lord.
His name was Mardrom, Lord Mardrom, and he reigned the Dead City as it was called. He was named the Terror King, as he had the power to bestow death upon anyone he chose.
Mardrom's first act upon becoming King was to wipe out all the tribes of Arlor, replacing them with his own dark minions. The Epitome evaded him as much as possible but the end was inevitable. Mardrom slowly hunted them down, destroying them one by one.
Their protection of Dratzuh failed as the God himself died. All seemed lost. But then the tribe from the mysterious West came forth; Silentkillz.
They were huge and strong; the very sound of their battle call made enemies quake in fear and run away screaming. They were also favored by Dratzuh; as his protection fell, they merged with the Epitome of Excellence; the last two tribes of Arlor merged into one, the Epitome of Silentkill.
Together they traveled through the dreaded Dead City, Arcanum Grounds and finally Arcanum Castle. On the way they faced never ending hordes of monsters before finally setting their sights on the tower looming above Arcanum Castle: the Tower of Mardrom.
Defeating the minions of hell that clung around his throne room, they journeyed upward. Around 500 of the bravest citizens of Arlor climbed that tower to face the mighty Lord Mardrom.
Facing so-called mythical beasts like the Grazuhfo, said to be son of Death himself, Hufzlosa, daughter of Death, and many, many other creatures before finally reaching the lair of Lord Mardrom.
He rose from his throne and assumed his full battle form. The Lord of Death was completely brick red, muscular arms bulging out, a mouth opened in a wicked smile.
So, his voice rumbled across the room, the heroes have finally arrived. I've been waiting to meet you.
The leader of Epitome of Excellence, Cassadeepope, and the leader of Silentkillz, Xcs, stepped forward and crossed weapons. "You will never pass us, foul beast," they called. "We will kill you!"
(A/N: Corny, but couldn't help it; this is the 10th century after all.)
A great battle ensued between Mardrom with his hordes of Hell and Epitome of Silentkillz. After a long, weary battle, they slew Lord Mardrom and ended his rule. Freeing Arlor, they returned to their abodes, naming Epitome of Excellence's Abode 'the City of Windmoore' and Silenkillz' 'the Great City of Kraag'.
Slowly tribes began to rebuild. They appeared back from hiding and rose to great heights. And thus concludes my lil story of how Epitome of Silentkill came to be.
I did not mean to offend any guild by saying how they hid, etc., that was just my take, as a scribe during those times, on the matter.
Signing off,
Alhuntrazeck
Official Scribe of Epitome of Silentkill
Sequel to this: http://www.spacetimestudios.com/showthread.php?103605-Epitome-of-Silentkill-The-Dawn-of-the-Hammer&p=1153067#post1153067