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The Begining
Upon a hill was a thickly built man, covered in armour that was as black as night and had vicious jagged edges as though it too could be used as a weapon. He stood alone amongst a thousand slain warriors, a dark mist surrounded him in a way that made it seem as though the air itself was afraid to touch this man. Indeed the breeze that swept through the valley and caused destroyed banners and the clothing of the dead to rustle in the wind might as well not have touched him, for he paid it no mind. He turned his head from side to
side, icy blue eyes taking in the results of one of the most pivotal battles the world had ever seen. He was the sole survivor of this terrifying battle,
one that had seen many a beast and man slain after two endless bloody days and nights of pain filled screams and agonizing death cries.
He was entirely soaked in a crimson red, a sign of his dominance on the battlefield and his face was caked with more dry blood. He looked across the battlefield and saw his men laying in heaps, mixed in with the enemy. None of them would receive a proper burial and the injustice of that fact made him sick. There had been no victor in this battle, two great forces had met in an epic battle and neither army had survived, just him alone with the hordes of bloated crows that now feasted on the corpses of the fallen, his men and those of his enemy alike. He turned his back and marched down the backside of the hill, putting it all behind him. His determination flared, and he vowed to rebuild. The men that had rode to the Agathian capital with him would not have died in vain, he would have his vengeance. He would recover his former strength, and defeat all who dare to oppose him, dark days were coming and all who heard of this tale in taverns scattered across the land new that The Age of Chivalry had come to an end.
He was alone, but he knew more would come to his cause. He was willing to make any sacrifice to see it through; to be sure that the Agathians would never rise to power again. He would sacrifice any life whether it be innocent or guilty to stop them from defeating him, and to stop the king of light being restored to the throne. This was the land of darkness now, and it shall stay that way! No man, no army, no clan, no KING shall ever change that. He would slaughter whom he must to stop this from happening. He would lay down the lives of his men, and even his own, if it would mean the darkness would forever reign. And so formed the vastest army of evil the world had ever seen, this was the beginning of Blood Sacrifice. Darkness Comes…
(Original Story by Latch85, Modified and Nearly Completely Rewritten by BloodSeeker)
He was entirely soaked in a crimson red, a sign of his dominance on the battlefield and his face was caked with more dry blood. He looked across the battlefield and saw his men laying in heaps, mixed in with the enemy. None of them would receive a proper burial and the injustice of that fact made him sick. There had been no victor in this battle, two great forces had met in an epic battle and neither army had survived, just him alone with the hordes of bloated crows that now feasted on the corpses of the fallen, his men and those of his enemy alike. He turned his back and marched down the backside of the hill, putting it all behind him. His determination flared, and he vowed to rebuild. The men that had rode to the Agathian capital with him would not have died in vain, he would have his vengeance. He would recover his former strength, and defeat all who dare to oppose him, dark days were coming and all who heard of this tale in taverns scattered across the land new that The Age of Chivalry had come to an end.
He was alone, but he knew more would come to his cause. He was willing to make any sacrifice to see it through; to be sure that the Agathians would never rise to power again. He would sacrifice any life whether it be innocent or guilty to stop them from defeating him, and to stop the king of light being restored to the throne. This was the land of darkness now, and it shall stay that way! No man, no army, no clan, no KING shall ever change that. He would slaughter whom he must to stop this from happening. He would lay down the lives of his men, and even his own, if it would mean the darkness would forever reign. And so formed the vastest army of evil the world had ever seen, this was the beginning of Blood Sacrifice. Darkness Comes…
(Original Story by Latch85, Modified and Nearly Completely Rewritten by BloodSeeker)
About Blood Sacrifice
Blood
Sacrifice is a Clan for the mod for Half-Life 2, Age of
Chivalry. This mod can be found at www.age-of-chivalry.com . It is
constantly being updated and currently at version 1.0. The Age
of Chivalry team is full of very skilled and dedicated men that know
what they are doing. Check this great mod out, and if you are really
interested feel free to apply for Blood Sacrifice via the "enlist now" page!
Korr Axeblade (Latch85)
Korr Axeblade (Latch85)
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