The Groadnak Empire

CHAPTER (1)

Swords are clashing against the evils of all mans doom, night is pale as the sunless moon. Crashing and Smashing the people are dashing for the lost heaven coomb.

in 1612 B.C.
The noman clan has broken out of thier shadowy caves and now whip themselves through the Plains of Groadnak Village, a little warrior-like village that trains thier people as low as dirt, as slaves! to make these people tough and vengeful enough to kill even their own kind.
The noman's army moved through the jungles of carb and planned to charge out into the nearby village of Grodnak.
However, the Groadnak's knew that these nomans were coming. So these Groadnaks soon shortly after a midget scout warrior of the Groadnak people returned, giving them information about the Noman's coming. They soon got ready for battle...

Dawn had broke out, shortly after a figure in the jungle was found running and then disapeared behind a tree.
The Groadnak's knew where the Noman's were coming from. So they waited, facing in the one direction they saw was clearly Noman warrior, standing upon a boulder.

The Groadnak people waited, patiently, with no fear of these mindless Noman's. and then...after the people began to believe there was no assault coming... The Noman's came out charging toward the village! many slingers, javalin throwers, rock throwers, and other Primative fighting Noman warriors popped up out of the jungle. But the Groadnak's waited a moment for these Noman's to come, and then after a Rock thrower passed a sacred stone of the Groadnak Village, the Groadnak archer started to fire their arrows out at the Noman's, and the Noman's were falling from sharp, pointy, poisonous arrows, as the arrows peirced through thier leathery armor and into their weak skin, and sometimes ripping through the back of thier bodies!

The Groadnak Warchief who stood above in a large wooden, bamboo made, tower, overlooked the battle. He looked upon the battle with his squinty pearly-black eyes and spat off the edge of the tower. He pulled a leaver next to him and a nearby catapult Hurled a spiked boulder upon the jungle, actually crushing and tumbling down clearing up a path of the Noman warriors, it made Groth, the Groadnak warchief grin.

The Noman's were somehow managing to get closer, so the spearmen got ready and poked them out towards the oncoming warriors. Soon enough the Nomans got close enough to the spearmen and the Nomans were getting thier heads Impaled from the spearmen's spears. Archers retreated back a couple steps and lit their arrows, then firing thier burning arrows toward the groups of Nomans, making them burn and melt slowly as they screamed to thier death.

The Noman's kept coming, and arrows were running out, shortly after the battle the Groadnak's Had lost almost every arrow they beheld...the Groadnak's soon sent for aid, and began to forge thier weapons and armour.

CHAPTER (2)

Spears are bent, and men are too, look out, their coming for

you!

1612 B.C.
The battle is still on. The Noman's keep coming and yet

still donot show any sign of fear. Although weakminded

and slow, they have an intelligence to not show fear aswell,

same for the Groadnak people. Groadnak archers began to

run out of arrows, catapults started to run out of boulders

and wear-out, slingers were running out of rocks, and the

soldiers were dying.

A scout of the Groadnak people came back and ran up in

the tower to Groth. He ran up the spiraling stairs of wooden

logs fast as a rabit, then he burst through the tower doors

and Groth turned around as he pulled his scimitar out of

his scabbard faster than any man's eyes can see, Groth

then immidiatly noticed it was his scout and asked the

scout, "What news of the east?" he asked with a loud roar,

"bad or good?"
"good my lord," the scout replied out of breath from

running, "The eastern city, Opolia, has accepted our offer of

need in battle, however they will arrive with six leauges of

an army within about two to three days."
"bagh! two to three days!" Groth grunted, "We shall be

defeated by then! is there any word from any sooner aids

of the south?" Groth asked furiously.
"well there is one small troop of swordsmen and archers

coming from the north, of the kingdom of England." the

scout replied tucking his hands in the sides of his pants.
"England!?" Groth said reddend in the face, making the

scout jump in fright, "Are you insane! they will come for

our land, and once they get here, they will claim it thiers!"

Then suddenly, an arrow flew through the tower

window and hit a bodyguard in the chest, and the guard

fell to the tower floor with a thump, as the blood pooled

around his body.

"We cannot survive this battle my lord!" said a nearby

guard, moving away from the body, "We should leave

and hide somewhere near the path of the north!" the guard

suggested.
"What! has all my men gone mad!?" Groth said at the

top of his lungs.
"Maybe we have, but what chances of survival is there

here in this warzone!?" said the guard.
"Enough!" screamed Groth furiously, then he satdown in

a small wooden chair at a bamboo made table, and calmed

himself down with his hand on his forehead. Then he said,

"We will stay here, and defend our capital village."

Groth said in a low, patient voice.

During the great battle, bowmen started to use thier

daggers or short swords. Slingers used primative weapons

such as selfcarved speartips. Slingers still had rocks, some

pointy enough to rip through a Noman's head! rocks and

few arrows came rainning hard as hell upon the Noman's,

catapults walled up boulders in the jungle upon bodies of

the Noman warriors.
Soon, the rocks made some Noman's retreat into the

jungle, but yet more kept coming, the Groadnak defenses

were taking a few paces back, closer to the village. Then, a

scorching ball of fire came hurling to the jungle and made

the jungle light up in a firey wall of fire as hot as the

flames from hell.

The Noman's clan army was now, falling back to their

caverns of shadow darkness.

CHAPTER (3)

Every man dies, but no man nor woman truely LIVES.

1612 B.C.

The boiling hot flames of this Fireball seemed to be
Still burning, setting the jungle half burning, killing
all or almost everysingle Noman warrior retreating and
or Charging Noman.

All of the Groadnak Warriors-Including Groth- were
Completely confused on How and Where the great fireball
came from. But then an archer turned around to view the
back of the village to see if he could find anything.
He found a what looked like to be was an old man,
cloaked in a yellow cloak, with a brown tunic on,
and a rounded hat. The old man was holding a long wooden
staff with a sun shaped tip at the top with multi-color-
ed feathers, placed around the sunlike tip.
The Tip was in small gusts of fire and his hands
looked to be red.

"Look!" cried the archer pointing at the old man,
"A Wizard!"
Then all warriors above the tower and sidewalls,
turned to gaze at this so called, 'Wizard'.
"By the God's!" said Groth in a low voice, "It's the
Wizard of fire!"
The Wizard bowed his head slightly and took off his
round bamboo-made hat, and put on a hood, that was also
brown as his tunic, and he closed up his cloak and dis-
apeared in flames.

The next day, The army of the North had come to
sight of the Groadnak village, but after they saw the
high burning flames in the jungle, they hesitated to go
any further. thinking that the village was captured and
had no use of being claimed or aided.
Although Groth knew that they wanted the village for
their own selves, He grew angry that they had left him.
But the warriors cheered that they had turned around.

"what is the matter my lord?" asked the scout curiou-
sly, "arn't you happy that they are gone?"
"Of course i'm happy, but they have proven themselves
hostile to us!" Groth replied, "They have shown that
they no longer care for our poor, under siege, village."
"maybe they will come back?" the scout said, "Maybe
with even more of an army! to defeat us to the sandy
grounds!"

Groth did not reply and thought about what his scout
had said.
Later on in the village, the Eastern army of Opolia
was caught traveling in through the dark towards the Gr-
oadnak village.
Groth came out of his command tower and walked upon
the sidewall, and overviewed the oncoming army. He
pondered and thought about what to do, then the first
thing in his mind. He raised his scimitar sword to the
sky and roared, Prepare the defense!

CHAPTER (4)

Light the candle to the Village man's home, burn his house,
make him boom, brake the door down, smash his room,

and light it up in fire again!

1612 B.C.

Pitch-black is the sky, though the hour is late and only

the light of torches and braizers lit the desert plains of the

Groadnak village.

Groth grasped a pole that had a red flag attached to it,

decorated with a sandy, cracked, skull at the top of the

pointy tip of the flagpole.
He broke the pole off the wall and waved it in the air.

Letting the villagers be more alerted and they all started to

gather at the blacksmith and get their arms ready.

"The Eastern kingdom, Opolia is arriving shortly, but let

us not lay our arms down, for they too might want to

claim this village thiers!" informed Groth, "The may seem

strong and protective and friendly, but these people may

turn on us when in need!"

The scout came running up the wallside stairs and put his

hand upon Groth's Shoulder, "I have great news my lord!"

the Scout said dripping with sweat from the hot humid

heat of the night.
"Well get on with it then boy!" Groth said relieved and

throwing his arms in the air.
"We just got word from your cousin, Lord Gorginat, has

come to aid you also in battle, his arrival is unknown but

he informs that it shall be shortened and probably by

tomorrow!" the scout said in a loud voice.
"Ah that old fool helping me!" Groth said laughing, "His

armies are weak though I know that this old man wont

fail me!"

The Opolian army camped out just about a mile or two

away from Groadnak's walls.
The next morning, the Opolians took an early move,-Most

Unusual for any Opolian army-And began to move

swiftly toward the village.
By then the fire in the Groadnak village went out and only

turned to smuggling puffs of smoke.

Groth was awakened by a guard and was told to get to

the gates of the village. He knew it had to do with the

Opolian's, but why he thought, did they not open fire upon

his great village?
He ran to the sidewalls near the gate and began to peer

over, He saw not exactly six leagues of an army, but

morelike two leagues.

Finally, Groth spoke. "Greetings fellow Opolian's!" Groth

roared out throwing his arms to the sky, "Though the

battle is over, I fear that the Noman's Clan will come and

try to attack us once again!...Will you help us-our poor old

town!-When the great battle comes!?
Silence fell over the Opolian army and the village.
Then a short old man on a horse,-Possibly a Dwarf-Rode

slowly up toward the gate and cried, "I shall be on your

side! and with the rest of these men and dwarves!"
After he was done speaking, all both, the Opolian's, and

Groadnak Peoples Cheered. Then the gate was opened and

the Opolian people Charged in and and slayed every man,

woman, or child that got in thier way.

Groth grew so angry, he knew that he just had to get in

the fight, to defend his own people, his village.
He put on a golden helmet with two wooden horns, one

half broken. He put on his golden gauntlets and red boots

that had thick, brown, bears fur, round the rims of his

boots. He put on silver chainmail and a covered it in a

leather vest. He grasped a long round shield and had a

picture of a sun on it. In his other hand he grasped a heavy

Blackjack. After he was done putting on other little trinkets

for good luck, He bolted down the stairs and broke out the

doors, He soon found himself swinging his spiked

Blackjack around at what used to be fellow friend

Opolian's.

After two hours of battle, it was all over. Houses smashed

and burned, people of different kin, dead, all along the

gravel streets of the village.
Blood was smuged against walls and sand, arrows and

swords, still plucked into bodies, making them twitch every

few times it moved.

Groth, his Scout, and twenty four other of his soldiers

were the only survivors, and also a couple traders that ran

throught the smokey jungle.

"Our empire has fallen but by one village!" Groth

screamed in anger, "We still stand, after such a battle,

although our population is extremely low, lower than our

old population, we still stand, alive and strong!"

His Scout came to him and bowed his head slowly.
"I am sorry, my great Lord Groth!..." the Scout said sadly.
"But I am afraid that we are defeated...All of Groadnak is

Defeated! we have no food, our walls are pillaged, our

villagers are slain, and very little supply upon us! We have
Lost this battle, YOU failed us! to protect your own village,

Your own people!"

The scout paused. "I am sorry Groth. But you are no

longer in charge of I, or any of these soldiers. In my opinion
we belong in your cousin's-Gorginat's-Kingdom's rule

now! a Lord that can keep his city and his people Alive and

Protected!"

The soldiers agreed to what the scout said and they

followed Him to Gorginat's City.

CHAPTER (5)

Defeat is a price we all must pay...at the march through june, we all shall pray, Be afraid!...Be Very Afraid!

1612 B.C.

The great Groth has lost every man of his village, down to the last peasant! He grows angry for his own men disband' so easily against him. His rage grows strong in the burning heat of the desert sun, scorching on his neck, down past his back.

"Damn foolish men of my own!" Groth snarled, wiping the sweat off his chin "They're probably eaten by the tigers by now!" He laughed.

Just then he heard a sound in the jungle, making groth jump and quickly pick up a spear that was deserted on the ground.

"Who goes there!" Groth demanded.

Then the wizard of the sun had apeared out of the jungle.
Groth felt a bit terrified for he knew a chief of a deserted village cannot take on a highly skilled, legendary, mage.

Groth's legs shivered and his stomache grew tense, as the mage drew nearer. The mage lifted his hood as his eyes glarred in the sun.

"PLEASE!" Groth plead "DONT HURT ME!"

The mage grinned.

"I will not hurt you." The mage said in a clear, powerful voice "I have come to make you an offer that shall bring the sunny side uppon you."

Groth grew curious and smiled.

"What's this offer eh?" Groth asked "What's the catch?"

"There is no catch." The replied "I offer you a new beginning in your life. Start a new, stronger village, prosper yourself to a town, better yet to a city!"

"Hmm..." Groth thought aloud "Perhaps you can be more useful than I thought!...Ok, fine, go on."

"I give you a second chance at ruling! A chance to rule warriors, villagers, peasants, your Empire!" The mage proposed "Will you not take this chance to become powerful?"

"I like what you say old one..." said the warrior "I will take this proposal...But, what is your name ol' mighty wizard?"

"My name?" the mage said with his widened squinty eyes "Well...I am Soabar the Sun God, Creator of fire! master at firey magical arts!"

Groth was surprised that he finally got to know the mage' name.

"Ah, Soabar, your name sounds powerful as you are. Though I expected more." Groth said laughing.

"Ah, though I am powerful, There is but one god that is stronger than me..." Soabar said, bowing his head.

"Who?" Groth asked.

"I dare not speak the name of this foe, for he is my older brother!" Soabar said quickly "He is the god of light, ruler of the high heavens! His power is too great next to mine, but together, we can rule the world!"

Soabar then fell into a dream dazing with a grin, as Groth sat back against a piece of ruin.

"Sooo...uh...How will my Empire start to build? I have no material left to use for building!" Groth asked "Everything is ruined! the village, the rocks, sand, trees!"

"Ah but what about magic?" Soabar said with a sly look.

Then Soabar started to wave his hands and threw some colored sand into the sky that was in his little pouch.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake, then the floor, right under Groth's village, opened up and swallowed it whole!
Groth was shocked with mouth wide open.
And then the ground closed back up and the floor started to form towers of gold, higher than the jungle trees!
Then a golden wall made its way around 50 miles of the tower.
Soon Great temples and houses were beginning to form, as well as statues and gardens and stone roads!
then at the wall nearest to the jungle, formed a golden gate, marked with sacred runes.
The rumbling and shaking stopped, and the mage stopped and began to chant. Then he stopped and the sun glarred greatly on the great center tower.

Soabar turned to Groth and began to speak.

"Groth...I hope this shall suit you well. But I must go now. I must gather followers for this great city. Stay here and defend it as well as you can. For the bandits might make a move once again."

Then Soabar disapeared into ash. Groth was so excited and amazed, he nearly fainted. He walked into his great golden city and walked inside the great tower and peered out from above.

"My...What a hell of a day it is!" Groth said tired and slowly fell asleep.

The Next morning, Groth ran to the giant gate and look around for any sign of enemy bandits or Soabar and his followers. Then he saw a something in the bushes move. It was Soabar with over 30 following villagers and about 23 soldiers in golden armour, carrying scimitars or tridents.
Groth opened the gates immidiatly and the people walked in.

"Nice job keeping the City untouched, mighty Groth!" Soabar said sitting in a wooden chair, "And as I promised, I have brought you villagers and soldiers. Now we need Food! Economy! the only things I cannot make. I shall order your peasants to forge and farm for food and wood. But once again I must leave you, for I must find more defenders for this great city."

"But why so quickly? why not stay for a while?" Groth asked with a long face.

"Because I must! Now leave me alone, I must do this before the afternoon comes."

Then Soabar disapeared into red ash once again and was nowhere to be found.

CHAPTER (6)

A gleam of light, a dream of fright, they will come, and show their might!

1612 B.C.

Groth sat in his chair, over looking his great bright city, half filled with villagers and soldiers roaming around the streets and getting to know the area. But most of the people were visiting the great garden at the lower east corner of the city. Hedges of suns and fire shapes sat around the entry way. and at the end of the garden was a copper made statue, big and tall. It was a statue of Groth with a flag in his hand that had a skull like figure carved into the flag.
The people sat around the statue, most examined it and wondered if Groth was truely the greatest warrior that killed a whole pack of bandits with only a low suppy of soldiers and himself.

Groth got up out of his seat and walked down the stairs and entered a room full of spears, swords and bows and arrows. in the center of the room was a hard oakwood table, and it was long, hard and sturdy. Groth sat at a big chair, a throne like chair that was bigger than the other chairs at the table. The chair had skulls at the top corners of the chair with an "X" carved on their foreheads. the armrets were made of bone and the seat was worn oakwood, looked hard and sturdy as the table did. Groth looked around the room around him. He saw flags with Skulls carved on them, same as the ones like on the statue. He saw a sign above the entry doorway that read, "Barracks Headquarters."
Groth found a slot in the table in front of him. He poked it and it opened up, there was a map inside it, marked with red X's on different locations of the map. It was the map of "ARAND." the great Island he is on. Groth studdied the map a little. And although he had some trouble with his reading skills, he was able to read the names of the places on the map perfectly. He fingered the map some more and shortly soon after he studdied the names of the land, such as: "The city of Trustain" and "The Noman Caverns."
He found a named area called "Groadnak." It was next to another land called "Harsh moore plains."
Groth had never heard of the area before. He wondered about this so called Harsh moore plains area. And he soon began to come up with ideas of attacking the area. Though he would want to bring a mighty fine army there first and destroy any hostile or camping bandits or traders there. He would enslave the survivors as his entertainment of watching them get beatten, maybe even beatten to their deaths.

As he was in his little daydream of his great glorious victory on the land, a Soldier came barging in through the door.

"Sir! Sir!" the Soldier cried out to Groth.
"argh, what is it now boy?" Groth grumbled.
"Your apprentice has arrived at the gates and he awaits you to meet him."
"Why don't you just have him meet me."
"yes sire."

The soldier bowed and left the room. A couple minutes later Soabar came walking through the door with a guard behind him who held an axe and had a red curly beard. The axeman had a horned helmet on and on the front center of the helm was a golden shiny buckle that had an "X" carved on it. Groth wondered what it meant.

"Ah how are you?" Soabar asked Groth.
"Amazingly well, havn't had any bandit attacks yet either! quite strange don't ye think?
"Indeed. well I have brought another batch of reenfocements as you needed, and I have also bumbed into a mighty warrior as well."

The Bearded axeman walked into the room, making loud thumping sounds as he walked upon the wooden floor.

"His name, is Barath. A warrior of the South and North. He is a great hero, back in 1586 B.C. of the great war between Man and The dead."

Groth observed him and grinned.

"So...What do you think mighty one?" Soabar asked.
"Aye, he'd make a nice fine chief O' this great City O' yers. And if ye ask meh, He seems a bit tough." Barath.
Soabar slapped Barath at the back of his head and and said :

"I wasn't asking you! you dumb twit! I was asking Mine and now Your new Lord of the city." Soabar yelled.
"Aye, I'ma sorry me lord. Please forgive meh?" Barath begged.
"Hmm...Your excused, but try not to be such an doof around my city. I don't need Imbisuls running my armys and waltzing around my city streets!" Groth said.
"Gosh me lord! thank yeh so much! heh, we've got a forgivin Chief over here ladds." Barath said relieved.
"The next time I won't be so forgiving!" Groth warned, and then he turned and walked back up into his great watch-tower.

Groth looked over his city, now the streets were filled with people all around his city. Except on a small dark street, He only saw two men. one had a what looked to be a dagger and the other had a scimitar, no doubt to that, since it was curved and only curved swords in Groadnak were most likely to be a scimitar. He believed that a gang or a bunch of thieves were starting up in that area. And he figured that the people were affraid of that area because of the thieves and gangs.
Groth sent a patrol of soldiers over to the area to KILL the thives and gang members. Soabar apeared next to Groth and Groth ordered Soabar to lighten up the area for his soldiers to see them. But when the light grew upon the dark street, the men were revealed and began to burn and perish into black dust.

"Why did they burn?" Groth asked confused.
"They must have been undead scouts! We are being watched!" Soabar said suprised.
"What! Send all patrols on alert of undead scouts! and tell all soldiers to guard the gates and walls! and you Soabar, lighten up the entire city to burn the living hell out of these beasts!" Groth ordered in a loud voice.
"Yes sire." Soabar replied and Soabar ran down the stairs, almost tripping on his cloak.

Groth pulled out his axe and waited at the top tower door for any undead creatures that wished to pursue him. Groth sweated, and got nevous a little. so he began to chant :

"Ogar! thei woon, sie thoom, high noon in ze sky!
Ogar thie nin, sie ling thin, Swords within!
Ogar thie si woo tie gien, Count to nine!
Ogar thie woon si nin bei, say good bye!"

Groth felt better and was now in his war mood!

He stood there, still as stone. Waiting for any intruding hostile enemy to fight him. Then after a couple minutes of waiting, He heard a footsteps of someone or something climbing up the tower stairs. Groth saw shadows creeping under beneath the doorway. Then the door opened and in came Barath. Groth's heart was beating fast and he felt so relieved.

"dah-um! I wasn't bodderin yew was I sir?" Barath said, feeling scared that Groth may send an execution order towards him.
"Oh no Barath...I would like it though if you'd guard the city gates. And let not one man leave or come through the gates without my permission. Is that clear?!" Groth said.
"Yep! I'ma on me way now!" Barath said before he closed the door.

Groth walked to the tower window slit and peered out. He saw a bunch of his soldiers fighting, what looked like to him, poor thieves or perhaps more undead scouts. He saw Soabar there also. He was firing light beams towards the poor ones, making them cover thier eyes, also prooving that they were HUMAN.
Then one of the thieves ran into a house and shortly after it burst into thick black smoke, bursting through the windows along with hot red fire. The nearby thieves burned and Groth's troops retreated. Soabar moved toward the fire and Soabars body began to glow red inside the fire.
Then Groth heard a loud bang at the door. A dagger tip pierced through the door and pieces of the wooden door began to break off and shatter. Groth once again positioned himself for battle once again.
The door broke down and in came three half-dead looking people, one wielding a crude dagger, another wielding a piece of wood, and the last wielding a broken scimitar.

The three of them charged slowly as they moved in on Groth. One of the half-dead people was dragging his leg that was wounded with a large slice on it.
Without hesitation Groth charged toward the three with his axe and swung it at any of them that got in his way first. He managed to split one of their heads open, making a couple pieces of his brains fall to the floor in bloody pieces. His second swing was toward the man with the crude dagger, who also had the slit leg, but he missed. He took a second swing at him and missed again. Then Groth swung his axe around him, so he could kill all around him. But he only cut open the wounded mans stomache. The man made no expression of pain as the blood poored out of his stomache. Groth lunged the axe at him for the fourth time and finally hit the man in the chest, instantly killing the man. But the axe was stuck tight in. So Groth quickly pulled out his dagger and began to strike at the last man with the scimitar. Groth Striked twice, missing both strikes. The man took a hard slash at Groth and scraped Groth's arm. Groth sucked his teeth in pain as Groth then doged the second slash from the man. Groth managed to get behind the man quickly and he stuck the dagger right in the back of the man's neck.
The dagger was also stuck tight too. But the man fell to his knees, then to his chest.

Groth pulled his dagger and axe out of the two men. Also cleaning off his weapons afterwards and searching the three men for any useful items. He found a message on the man who held the scimitar. But as Groth tried to read it, he did not reconise any of the words or letters, and he did not know how to pronounce them. He figured the message was either written in Elf language or Dwarf language. But he was not completly certain about that.

CHAPTER (7)

The dead is alive and the live are soon to be dead. And it could be
your head!

1612 B.C.

Groth examined the message scroll and tried to look for any second
languages or atleast anything Groth knew that he was able to read. But
the writting was completly without doubt another language that Groth
did not know how to read or even pronounce. He still figured it was
either Elf or dwarven writting, but it seemed that the Elven writting
would usually be human script-like writting, only in a more different
form. And Dwarves usually make thier wording in squares, triangles or
some sort of shaped words or figures of objects such as this:
[] {--}< 3-{>

Groth was very confused. He had no idea of any other languages.
But he felt that maybe the Undead leader or an Undead scout might have
wrote down the words on the scroll. Groth's head began to hurt and he
began to grow angry. Groth sat down, back against the tower interior
still wondering.
But then a few moments later he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
He heard "click-clacks" from what he thought were wooden sandals. The
door opened and got stuck from one of the dead bodies on the floor
holding it back with thier heads and legs. It was Soabar, once again.

"Ah, So...looks that you've had your fun fighting off three undead
zombie warriors eh?" Soabar said, then noticed a scroll in Groth's
hand.

"What have you got there?" Soabar said, although knowing it was a
scroll.

"Oh uh, one of these zombies had it tucked in his pocket. I cannot
read the writting on this scroll though. I believe that the Undead have
written this." Groth replied handing it over to Soabar.

Soabar studdied the scroll and noticed on the back that there was a
red star-like figure drawn. Soabar looked closly and the star glowed
brightly into Soabar's eyes.

"This is not written by the Undead army or an Undead scout. Undead
monsters usually lack intelligence or just cannot write anymore. I
believe that this...that this scroll was written by the Demonlord,
Replicaan. Or maybe even the Dragon warriors commander, Drac. I am not
completly sure, but I think it was one of them. Shall I leave the city
and see if I can find out who or what wrote this? or shall I stay?"
Soabar explained.

"No, stay. We cannot afford any loss of my great apprentice. Even if
you can take on any monster or man. We cannot take a risk for that. I
can send scouts with two soldiers as their protection." Groth
suggested.

"Hmm...I would advise not to send out scouts durring this time. You
should wait until you know who wrote the message, that way you know
who to spy on." Soabar suggested back.

"A mighty good idea! But one problem, how am I supposed to know who
wrote it if I cannot send spy's and scouts around the civilizations?"
Groth asked with a dumb expression on his face.

"That is what I am saying! Send me! Your scouts and soldiers wont
get much out of the case. Besides, I am a legendary mage, I have my
ways of killing and destroying and escaping. I would like it If you
send me my lord." Soabar begged Groth.

"Uhee! this is becoming a difficult order...I guess I shall send you
to the Dragon warriors and see if thier writting matches the writting
on the scroll, if nuttin' matches, then check if the Demonlord has
anything to do with this. And if he has noting in this, then just come
back and let me know. I'd also appreciate it if you go find me some
more soldiers for my city, this city is big and still needs to be
filled with patrols. And that is an order." Groth ordered Soabar.

"Ah, thank you sir! And I will bring you some soldiers and hopefully
any news upon the writting." Soabar said as he began to vanish in
orange firey dust.

Groth had full faith in Soabar and knew that without him, He
would be nothing right now. Groth grew tired and finally went down the
tower steps and walked around the city streets, wielding his battle
axe in his hands for incase if he bumped into another Zombie or some
sort of Undead follower. Groth went inside a Blacksmith's shop and
had a look around. He saw sharp swords with saw-like spikes around the
edges. He saw axes that had a thin, yet stonger than mithril, pointy
edged axe. He also saw daggers that curved, a bit like the scimitar.
He also noticed that the Blacksmith shop sold stuff for the army such
as spears, double edged swords, scimitar swords, daggers, arrows, bows.
Groth was astonished with all that he was seeing. His eyes gleamed
with excitment and didn't know what he wanted to purchase. He wanted
either the thin axe, the scimitar-like dagger, and most of all, the
Spiked sword. Groth took out a leather pouch a and poured bright
shiny gold onto the Blacksmiths table. The Blacksmith's eyes gleamed
with gold as he looked at the coins. The Blacksmith thought that the
big mighty man, Groth, was going to pay him with bronze coins like all
the other people that came to purchase a weapon.

"I'd like to purchase the spiked sword up there, sir."

"Aye, You must be the great king of this city hmm?" The smith asked.

"Yep. It also explains why I have such shiny gold coins and how rich
I am."

"Mah names, Paul. Paul Smith."

"Nice to see you. Im Groth. Although I have no last name."

"Really? I thought your last name was Groadnak?!?"

"Nope...My fathers last name is Groadnak."

Paul looked at Groth with a wierd expression and started to laugh.

"You can't tell me your urhm...G-"

A man came through the doorway.

"-Hey Paul! Oh my lord! Its Groth!"

The man bowed and quickly left the room.

"Uh...what were you trying to say again Paul?" Groth asked curiously.

"Doh uh...nothing at all my lord. Actually, I was wondering if you
would like to trade that Ol' crude dagger of yers for this scimitar
shaped dagger. A king needs his secondary defenses, heh heh."

"Sure." Groth said trading for the new dagger.

"I've also got some armor to sell in the back, would you like to
check it out?" Paul asked.

"No. Maybe another time."

"Okay, thank you for purchasing some items." Paul said as Groth left
the building.

Groth went into the Barracks H.Q. and saw four men in silver armor.
Groth took a seat in his great chair and look around. There was also,
a Man who wore a white red cloak who sat one seat away from Groth's
chair. Groth was curious and began to speak :

"Hello...Might I ask you all on why you are here?!"

"We are here because that god of the sun had summoned us here! our
question is too why are we here. Who are you?" said the cloaked man.

"I am the mighty Groth that owns this City!" Groth roared. "Hmm, You
never introduced yourselves! what a way for a wizard to forget his own
manners..."

"Ah yes, well how silly of me. I am Arcane, Wizard and godly legend
of Heaven." The wizard said.

"Why do you not carry a staff, Arcane?" Groth asked.

"Ha! who says I carry no staff nor wand! I have a wand in my cloak
tucked in, and a staff in the Heaven Closet. I have a spell to
withdraw it whenever I want with my magic. I see no weapons of yours
but an axe, Oh mighty Groth. And not even a dagger! Where is your
secondary weapon?" Arcane asked.

"Oh my God! I left my weapons in the Blacksmith shop! I will be back
shortly!"

Groth ran as fast as he could to the Blacksmith's shop and threw
any villager in his way with great might to the side and kept running.
Groth finally got to the Shop and retrieved his weapons. Then he ran
back to the Barracks H.Q.

"Er, um...Sorry for the long wait. I accidently left my weapons in
the Blacksmith's shop!" Groth said as he walked through the H.Q. doors
and sat down in his seat.

"Indeed." said one of the Silver Knights.

"Tell me Groth, how do you run this whole city all by yeh self? Said
another Silver Knight, but this one had a Black Cross drawn on his
helmet.

"Wait, Wait, Wait! Before we jump into a big whole conversation...let
me know all your names."

"Ah well...okay. My name is Athan. The Guarding Knight of the gates
to Heaven. And these are my three brothers...Although they have no
names." Said the Silver knight with the cross on his helm.

"Very well then...But I do not speak to strangers...And a stranger to
me is someone that I do not know their name."

"Well my brothers do not speak anyway, they were born without mouths
really..." Said Athan.

"Hmm...well, what have you five got? Do you use magic or melee?"
asked Groth.

"A fair question. Well, I use both, magic and melee attacks. Arcane
is an ALL Magic type of wizard, He rarely uses his staff for defense."

"And your brothers?" Asked Groth.

"Well they were abandoned from fights and war, for betrayal many
numerous times...It is a personal problem; Don't ask questions."

"Why are they here is they can't even fight!?" Asked Groth irritated.

"They can perform magic on opening doors, and they will volunteer to
go into any rooms that seem too suspicious for your men. And they will
take their death. Although they come to life once again and get
revived from the mighty GOD in Heaven."

"Seems reasonable...Arcane, Is Soabar your brother or relative?"
Groth asked scrathing his nose then wiping his eye.

"Well pretty much all 'Wizard Gods' are practicly Either Brothers,
Cousins or Sisters." Arcane replied.

"Does Soabar live in Heaven? Or do all Wizard Gods live there?"
Groth asked curiously with bulged eyes.

"Argh! Look, not all Wizard gods live in Heaven. Only the good and
the ones who vowed to stay good and protect Heaven is a Wizard god.
But of course you would need to be a wizard. Athan here has vowed.
But as a Legendary Knight. He can be killed by one way, and His
Weakness is Unknown to any mortal, Such as yourself."

"Who you callin mortal! I have powers of my own you know!" Groth
yelled angrily.

"Oh yeah? then tell me...What can you do that makes you so magical
and Powerful, Might I ask?" asked Arcane, with a shadowy black dark
face.

"A couple hours ago, I was sliced by an Undead Scimitar, though
Half broken, it slit my arm. I have the power to heal the wound and
even make the Scars go away! I have the power to have alot of energy
after a battle, and still be wide awake! I have the power to Jump
extremly high, though I use that ability rarely..."

Arcane laughed...

"Healing Ability? Power of taking away a scar!? Staying awake and
ready?...Jumping high!? Ha! thats regular Mage powers. Not godlike."

"Who said I said that I had Godlike powers? Im just telling you that
I am not a mortal who cannot perform magic." Groth said angrily.

"Ha! I like you...You don't seem to be as dim as I thought. Yet still
a bit dim in the head, heh...You seem to be the smartest Warrior
Chieftain, that I have ever seen in all my years." Arcane replied with
a slight bow to the head.

Groth starred at Arcane with a straight face. Then Groth got up and
left the room...

Arcane made a slight smile while hiding the rest of his face, nose
up.