I've been debating creating a campaign for a while, and I decided I might as well try, at least.
This might happen and it might not. I don't really know. I have the beginning story done, anyways, and I thought you might like to here it and possibly offer suggestions/improvements I could make.
I don't think it will be very good, as I'm just a teenager and this is my first (serious) campaign...
Thanks anyways for all your help.
-CS
Anyways, here's the story:
A Bridge Unwanted:
"Kenneth, a devout Catholic, was just leaving mass when a huge flaming stone smashed into the side of the church. A second and a third followed. Kenneth was thrown off his feet into the air, slamming into a newly-dug garden on the side of the building. With mud and flowers streaked on his face, Kenneth's military training immediately took over. He crawled to the nearest bench, a sturdy stone garden bench, and, ignoring the insects around him, tried to sort out his mind.
The church of Saint Jay overlooked the vast city of Ciasom. Kenneth could see hundreds of buildings on fire, from houses and stables to taverns and castles, the city was burning or smoking. In the distance, beyond the city walls, he could see wavering blocks of purple. He knew what that meant.
The country of Cristo was essentially made up of the capitol (of course), three major cities, and about a dozen towns. It was fairly isolated, surrounded by mountains, the sea, and a large southeastern desert. However, it's longtime rival, Dalerin bordered it to the north. Dalerin had been quiet for years, but there was no mistaking the purple tunics under the metal armor. Several large banners were visible and depicted the Daleri coat of arms: A jaguar leaping on an unseen foe.
Civilians were fleeing in all directions, most heading towards Ciasom's southern gate, where they could cross a bridge back to the capitol city of Cristo. Kenneth, craining his neck, could see several battalions of Cristo's soldiers attempting to organize a refugee movement.
By this time, the church and the university next to it were in ruins. Dead monks and priests that were obviously trying to save bibles and manuscrpits littered the ground, along with dozens of citizens who were attending church. Tears suddenly filled Kenneth's eyes when he remembered that his parents and his sister were still in the church when the stones hit, along with several of his friends.
Remembering his duty, he went off to rejoin the soldiers..."
"Scipio is more charismatic than you are." -Rocking Doom
"Scipio ... narcissistic ... overly arrogant cuckold ... noble souls and gentlemen, ... spare a second ... basic and ennui existence ... feeble pleasure ... his life more bearable ... monotony of stoic reality." *-Scud
"SCIPIO YOU SUN BITCH" -TOAO_Roland
This might happen and it might not. I don't really know. I have the beginning story done, anyways, and I thought you might like to here it and possibly offer suggestions/improvements I could make.
I don't think it will be very good, as I'm just a teenager and this is my first (
Thanks anyways for all your help.
-CS
A Bridge Unwanted:
"Kenneth, a devout Catholic, was just leaving mass when a huge flaming stone smashed into the side of the church. A second and a third followed. Kenneth was thrown off his feet into the air, slamming into a newly-dug garden on the side of the building. With mud and flowers streaked on his face, Kenneth's military training immediately took over. He crawled to the nearest bench, a sturdy stone garden bench, and, ignoring the insects around him, tried to sort out his mind.
The church of Saint Jay overlooked the vast city of Ciasom. Kenneth could see hundreds of buildings on fire, from houses and stables to taverns and castles, the city was burning or smoking. In the distance, beyond the city walls, he could see wavering blocks of purple. He knew what that meant.
The country of Cristo was essentially made up of the capitol (of course), three major cities, and about a dozen towns. It was fairly isolated, surrounded by mountains, the sea, and a large southeastern desert. However, it's longtime rival, Dalerin bordered it to the north. Dalerin had been quiet for years, but there was no mistaking the purple tunics under the metal armor. Several large banners were visible and depicted the Daleri coat of arms: A jaguar leaping on an unseen foe.
Civilians were fleeing in all directions, most heading towards Ciasom's southern gate, where they could cross a bridge back to the capitol city of Cristo. Kenneth, craining his neck, could see several battalions of Cristo's soldiers attempting to organize a refugee movement.
By this time, the church and the university next to it were in ruins. Dead monks and priests that were obviously trying to save bibles and manuscrpits littered the ground, along with dozens of citizens who were attending church. Tears suddenly filled Kenneth's eyes when he remembered that his parents and his sister were still in the church when the stones hit, along with several of his friends.
Remembering his duty, he went off to rejoin the soldiers..."
"Scipio is more charismatic than you are." -Rocking Doom
"Scipio ... narcissistic ... overly arrogant cuckold ... noble souls and gentlemen, ... spare a second ... basic and ennui existence ... feeble pleasure ... his life more bearable ... monotony of stoic reality." *-Scud
"SCIPIO YOU SUN BITCH" -TOAO_Roland
[This message has been edited by Commander Scipio (edited 08-14-2008 @ 04:20 PM).]