Post by Ricky on Jul 24, 2010 22:36:39 GMT -5
The following story takes place in Ancient Greece :
A war had just been won. The victors, warriors of the moon unit, well trained and prepared troops of 150 soldiers, marched towards home in silence.
“Do you think the gods will forgive us?” Zang asked, to no one in particular. “What do you mean?” answered Leo.
“Quiet back there or I’ll have you executed!!” interrupted General Bob
- A few minutes passed, a temple could be seen in the distance –
Zang this time facing Leo “you know quite well what I mean, most of them were unarmed or used spades and farming tools as weapons”
Leo, a bit annoyed by the question answered “Look, I know your intentions are honorable, but take comfort in the fact that all that we do is for the interest and well being of our mother land, Greece”.
Just as he was pronouncing these last words, two dozen silhouettes began to appear in the distance.
“Those… look like wolves sir, but they are enormous!!” said Anthony
“The Great Zeus has sent the Lycaon beasts, as punishments for our crimes!” said another.
Fear began to spread quickly among the lines. No one was quite sure of what to do, even if they ran would they get far?
The General stood still for a moment, looked back at his men, and, with a bold look on his face yelled “There is still time… no men, beast, nor God will stop us, not now, not ever, everyone draw weapons, now!”
As the wolves approached, all that could be heard was the breathing of men, and the sounds of birds in the sky. A calm picture if most did not already know that they were about to die.
“Five of you go and make sure nothing happens to the servers of the temple” said the General.
Archers were the first to commence a counter attack. As arrows flew towards their targets, most of which seemed ineffective against the enemy, the wolves finally reached the primary line of defense.
Armor seemed useless as the sharp teeth of the animals were strong enough to pierce the copper layer of their chest protectors and break through bone as seemingly as a knife through butter.
All of the sudden, One of the soldiers, the one known by the rest only as Pj, seeing one of his fallen comrades being eaten alive by a wolf, ran in the direction of the scene and using all the strength he could summon, stabbed the animal in the back of its head.
A glimmer of hope began to run through the soldier’s hearts, and although they were still outmatched they were beginning to kill the horrendous monsters.
At the same time, the five men after fighting their way through the battle got to the outside of the temple.
“Why are we even here when we could be helping our fellow men” said Vorrik
“I’m just glad I get to go home alive” said another.
They entered the temple. It seemed to be dedicated to the God of War himself. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except no one could be found…
The men started searching everywhere, until they reached the furthest room in the place.
Once they opened the door they saw one of the most horrific sights they had ever seen. The place was covered in blood, and body pieces. In the middle of the room stood a wolf looking directly towards three young priestesses, and growling. All of the soldiers graved their swords and ran towards it. It quickly turned around and with one swift movement of its paw sliced three of their chests open, turned to the other side and bit the next one in the stomach, from which he died instantly. Vorrik thinking on his feet decided to run, not to better his chances of survival, as he knew quite well he couldn’t out run it, but in an attempt to get it far away from the priestesses. The animal followed the bait, but our soldier didn’t get far. Almost before reaching the entrance the wolf got to him and pinning him to the wall with its paws, it opened its mouth in an attempt to bite him. Then out of nowhere a sword burst out of the side of the animal, stabbing Vorrik in the process but ultimately saving his life, his savior: one of the priestess named Jean..
-Intermission… get some popcorn, and bring me some!-
The battle was over, and death was everywhere. Only 22 of the original 150 soldiers had survived. They soon began looking through the bodies, searching for anyone that might still be alive.
“Hey, I found the General!” said Norman “he’s been bitten, and is bleeding!”
Benyamin, who had some medical knowledge, began to examine him. “There is not much that can be done for him here; wrap his wounds and take him inside the temple where we can really see the degree of his injuries”
Once inside they put a blanket over a ritual table and Benyaminius began to take the wraps off the wound. To his astonishment it was gone. Bob started to wake up, but after seeing everyone around him and the looks on their faces, he started experiencing a series of convulsions. His body commenced to grow and his face to disfigure into a canine type. Some of the soldiers tried to hold him down while the, now, werewolf general tried to break free.
“What should we do?!” said mashuga
Zang taking the general’s own sword out of his sheath held it over the table, and turning his face away brought the blade down, cutting Bob’s head off.
Thinking the threat was over, the remaining soldiers were invited to stay for the night, and regain their strength.
That night, everyone had the same dream. One that came from a messenger of the God of War, Ares.
It was explained to them that the leader of all Gods Zeus had deemed the humans unworthy of existence. Knowing full well that other gods would not approve of his decision, Zeus decided to create two dozen Lycaon beasts carrying a virus that would transform humanity into animals, as they once were.
His plans were, nevertheless, found by Ares once one of his beasts reached the temple and killed most of its servants.
Fearing the consequences of a war between gods, they reached an agreement.
There are four humans who were infected in battle, no one is to leave this temple until it is decided whether the animalistic drive of these creatures or the rational thinking of humans is worthy or survival. The werewolves will not be capable of infecting anyone until any or all of them leave the temple.
When morning came, they all knew what they were to do. By day votes towards a rational decision would be casted, and by night the wolves have their way.
Cooltiger, noticing the look on everyone’s faces, ripped a piece of the red general’s cape and wore it as a bandana, while at the same time saying
“We were once outmatched; we have survived a war, and an encounter of the wrath of a god. We will not give up, nor will we give this world to these monsters!”
Their fight was no longer that of mere survival, but it would determine the outcome of the future of the human race.
- Long story was long… -
Ok, you can vote now:
[0]BestUsernameEvar
[0]Jean
[0]kevak96
[0]Diana
[0]Zang
[0]anothereffingjoe
[0]Pj
[0]Vorrik
[0]TorterraOats
[0]cooltiger
[0]Matthew
[0]xxxsepirothxxx
[0]Anthony Bryan
[0]NormanTheOne
[0]Benyamin
[0]Leo
[0]Carter
[0]Gesh
[0]mashuga31
[0]rolo
A war had just been won. The victors, warriors of the moon unit, well trained and prepared troops of 150 soldiers, marched towards home in silence.
“Do you think the gods will forgive us?” Zang asked, to no one in particular. “What do you mean?” answered Leo.
“Quiet back there or I’ll have you executed!!” interrupted General Bob
- A few minutes passed, a temple could be seen in the distance –
Zang this time facing Leo “you know quite well what I mean, most of them were unarmed or used spades and farming tools as weapons”
Leo, a bit annoyed by the question answered “Look, I know your intentions are honorable, but take comfort in the fact that all that we do is for the interest and well being of our mother land, Greece”.
Just as he was pronouncing these last words, two dozen silhouettes began to appear in the distance.
“Those… look like wolves sir, but they are enormous!!” said Anthony
“The Great Zeus has sent the Lycaon beasts, as punishments for our crimes!” said another.
Fear began to spread quickly among the lines. No one was quite sure of what to do, even if they ran would they get far?
The General stood still for a moment, looked back at his men, and, with a bold look on his face yelled “There is still time… no men, beast, nor God will stop us, not now, not ever, everyone draw weapons, now!”
As the wolves approached, all that could be heard was the breathing of men, and the sounds of birds in the sky. A calm picture if most did not already know that they were about to die.
“Five of you go and make sure nothing happens to the servers of the temple” said the General.
Archers were the first to commence a counter attack. As arrows flew towards their targets, most of which seemed ineffective against the enemy, the wolves finally reached the primary line of defense.
Armor seemed useless as the sharp teeth of the animals were strong enough to pierce the copper layer of their chest protectors and break through bone as seemingly as a knife through butter.
All of the sudden, One of the soldiers, the one known by the rest only as Pj, seeing one of his fallen comrades being eaten alive by a wolf, ran in the direction of the scene and using all the strength he could summon, stabbed the animal in the back of its head.
A glimmer of hope began to run through the soldier’s hearts, and although they were still outmatched they were beginning to kill the horrendous monsters.
At the same time, the five men after fighting their way through the battle got to the outside of the temple.
“Why are we even here when we could be helping our fellow men” said Vorrik
“I’m just glad I get to go home alive” said another.
They entered the temple. It seemed to be dedicated to the God of War himself. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except no one could be found…
The men started searching everywhere, until they reached the furthest room in the place.
Once they opened the door they saw one of the most horrific sights they had ever seen. The place was covered in blood, and body pieces. In the middle of the room stood a wolf looking directly towards three young priestesses, and growling. All of the soldiers graved their swords and ran towards it. It quickly turned around and with one swift movement of its paw sliced three of their chests open, turned to the other side and bit the next one in the stomach, from which he died instantly. Vorrik thinking on his feet decided to run, not to better his chances of survival, as he knew quite well he couldn’t out run it, but in an attempt to get it far away from the priestesses. The animal followed the bait, but our soldier didn’t get far. Almost before reaching the entrance the wolf got to him and pinning him to the wall with its paws, it opened its mouth in an attempt to bite him. Then out of nowhere a sword burst out of the side of the animal, stabbing Vorrik in the process but ultimately saving his life, his savior: one of the priestess named Jean..
-Intermission… get some popcorn, and bring me some!-
The battle was over, and death was everywhere. Only 22 of the original 150 soldiers had survived. They soon began looking through the bodies, searching for anyone that might still be alive.
“Hey, I found the General!” said Norman “he’s been bitten, and is bleeding!”
Benyamin, who had some medical knowledge, began to examine him. “There is not much that can be done for him here; wrap his wounds and take him inside the temple where we can really see the degree of his injuries”
Once inside they put a blanket over a ritual table and Benyaminius began to take the wraps off the wound. To his astonishment it was gone. Bob started to wake up, but after seeing everyone around him and the looks on their faces, he started experiencing a series of convulsions. His body commenced to grow and his face to disfigure into a canine type. Some of the soldiers tried to hold him down while the, now, werewolf general tried to break free.
“What should we do?!” said mashuga
Zang taking the general’s own sword out of his sheath held it over the table, and turning his face away brought the blade down, cutting Bob’s head off.
Thinking the threat was over, the remaining soldiers were invited to stay for the night, and regain their strength.
That night, everyone had the same dream. One that came from a messenger of the God of War, Ares.
It was explained to them that the leader of all Gods Zeus had deemed the humans unworthy of existence. Knowing full well that other gods would not approve of his decision, Zeus decided to create two dozen Lycaon beasts carrying a virus that would transform humanity into animals, as they once were.
His plans were, nevertheless, found by Ares once one of his beasts reached the temple and killed most of its servants.
Fearing the consequences of a war between gods, they reached an agreement.
There are four humans who were infected in battle, no one is to leave this temple until it is decided whether the animalistic drive of these creatures or the rational thinking of humans is worthy or survival. The werewolves will not be capable of infecting anyone until any or all of them leave the temple.
When morning came, they all knew what they were to do. By day votes towards a rational decision would be casted, and by night the wolves have their way.
Cooltiger, noticing the look on everyone’s faces, ripped a piece of the red general’s cape and wore it as a bandana, while at the same time saying
“We were once outmatched; we have survived a war, and an encounter of the wrath of a god. We will not give up, nor will we give this world to these monsters!”
Their fight was no longer that of mere survival, but it would determine the outcome of the future of the human race.
- Long story was long… -
Ok, you can vote now:
[0]BestUsernameEvar
[0]Jean
[0]kevak96
[0]Diana
[0]Zang
[0]anothereffingjoe
[0]Pj
[0]Vorrik
[0]TorterraOats
[0]cooltiger
[0]Matthew
[0]xxxsepirothxxx
[0]Anthony Bryan
[0]NormanTheOne
[0]Benyamin
[0]Leo
[0]Carter
[0]Gesh
[0]mashuga31
[0]rolo