Post by sammaven on Aug 9, 2009 0:50:34 GMT
This is a fan fiction about the card game "Magic The Gathering." If you don't play it you should; it's really fun xD. If you don't know, MTG is a bunch of different worlds, and have 5 colors. White, Black, Green, Blue, Red. Red: Fire, Chaos, Destruction. Black: Corruption, Evil, Death, Disease. White: Law, Order, Justice. Green: The Forest, and Earth. Blue: The Essence of Magic itself, Blue focuses on manipulation and twisting reality.
The worlds, or planes, can be traversed by "Planeswalkers", but are otherwise unconnected. This is a plane I made up myself, called "Z'arma Kal." General mythic creatures, such as elves and goblins exist in most of the planes, but there are different races on the planes. A lot of the races in mine are made up, but some, like the main character aren't, being elves .
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Butterflies fluttered by me, their grace and elegance great and all, but depressing all the same that they live such short bursts of life, unlike me. What did I do to deserve this? Being stuck in this blasted life, unable to end it. That is, until now.
"Lord Tarvi, the Terruns are intruding on our forests," half-shouted, half-stammered the exhausted messenger.
"Bah, they ARE quite the annoyance, aren't they," I replied, my head resting on my hand, my elbow on the arm of my throne. "I suppose the council suspects me to deal with this problem?"
"Unfortunately, yes, my lord."
"Pity, I was going to meditate in the meadow today. Bring a message to General Masevaly. I want his forces ready in two hours, we march for the west."
"Sir, they are attacking from the east!" he breathed out as he talked, and sat down on a nearby tree trunk.
"The east? Blasphemy. How did the Terrun get to the east?" I snapped.
"I don't know, sir.. It would seem impossible. Unless they somehow disabled the barriers, but I don't see how a Terrun could get past that."
"Tel'mae! Get me Lord Duvis and Lord Triander here. Tell them to come as soon as possible, this must be dealt with!" I shouted, waving off the elven assistant. "You, messenger.. Deliver the message to the good General, and tell his forces to assemble outside the grove!"
"Yes, lord. At once," he said, before darting away, leaping from tree to tree.
I pounded my fist into the tree throne, and apologized to the living tree. Its leafs shook softly in response.
P.S. Sorry for the short chapter.. I want to know how it is before I write a whole ton
The worlds, or planes, can be traversed by "Planeswalkers", but are otherwise unconnected. This is a plane I made up myself, called "Z'arma Kal." General mythic creatures, such as elves and goblins exist in most of the planes, but there are different races on the planes. A lot of the races in mine are made up, but some, like the main character aren't, being elves .
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Butterflies fluttered by me, their grace and elegance great and all, but depressing all the same that they live such short bursts of life, unlike me. What did I do to deserve this? Being stuck in this blasted life, unable to end it. That is, until now.
"Lord Tarvi, the Terruns are intruding on our forests," half-shouted, half-stammered the exhausted messenger.
"Bah, they ARE quite the annoyance, aren't they," I replied, my head resting on my hand, my elbow on the arm of my throne. "I suppose the council suspects me to deal with this problem?"
"Unfortunately, yes, my lord."
"Pity, I was going to meditate in the meadow today. Bring a message to General Masevaly. I want his forces ready in two hours, we march for the west."
"Sir, they are attacking from the east!" he breathed out as he talked, and sat down on a nearby tree trunk.
"The east? Blasphemy. How did the Terrun get to the east?" I snapped.
"I don't know, sir.. It would seem impossible. Unless they somehow disabled the barriers, but I don't see how a Terrun could get past that."
"Tel'mae! Get me Lord Duvis and Lord Triander here. Tell them to come as soon as possible, this must be dealt with!" I shouted, waving off the elven assistant. "You, messenger.. Deliver the message to the good General, and tell his forces to assemble outside the grove!"
"Yes, lord. At once," he said, before darting away, leaping from tree to tree.
I pounded my fist into the tree throne, and apologized to the living tree. Its leafs shook softly in response.
P.S. Sorry for the short chapter.. I want to know how it is before I write a whole ton