| 05-12-2005, 05:07 PM | #1 |
The begining of the story of my old mod, "KIR: Beyond the gates" All started with an autumn morning like so much of others, a morning like chosen by the destiny among the long succession of the days. The world of Elgenor woke up peacefully, and while the light songs of the birds drew from the sleep morning of the Elves, Centis, the solar star, began a new cycle, throwing on the campaigns and the cities a clearness gently dew, a light of a fresh cheerfulness, that one known as would have rested with leaving the night. The world slowly restarted, the activities of each one took again their daily unfolding, and it seemed that nothing could ever change in the quiet order, immutable, of this elfic ground seven times millenium. But, as all went back to work, something broke in the screen of this reality without clashes. Without no one not still noticing anything, the hell was torn off wildly with the abyssal zone, and somewhere in the infinite Nothing, a long cry resounds that claimed blood. The sky tore, the ground quivers, and whereas all, on this world one moment quiet, retained their breath, the floods of an army hundred times damned flowed on the terrified mortals. After more than seven thousand years, Gnaars were back. Darkness covered the sky, and the air even appeared in charge to him of darkness. |
| 05-12-2005, 09:17 PM | #2 |
ok 7/10 it was nice. |
| 05-13-2005, 07:08 AM | #3 |
Guest | The french version sounded better ^_^ |