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cybroxis 09-23-2009 10:11 PM

Unnoficial Storyline Contest!
Ok, so I lost the beta contest, and I really didn't like the winning beta contest, so I'm gonna have my own contest!


Ok, not that that's out of the way, lets get down to the requirements and parameters of this contest:

-You will first tell the setting and background of your story (location, characters, ancient history of the area, etc.)
-Then, you will give an OVERVIEW of the storyline (may include new races, other areas, and new characters you haven't listed - list them after you use them though.)
-Leave the storyline open for more! That way, if the storyline were used in the actual game, the story doesn't have to end if people want an encore.

Please put these storylines into consideration for alternate campaigns or mmo storylines, w/e.

I want this in the same format you would give a contest submission :)
(for neatness).


Darathor 09-23-2009 10:27 PM

Title: To The Unknown
Location: In the western part of the Wold.

On a rugged hill, an old man with a wizened visage kneeled over a large grave. Next to him stood a large tombstone that depicted a man that had just reached middle-age. "I remember when you were a young boy, running with your friends. When you grew into a young man and stopped working in the fields to find your fortunes in the rest of the world," the old man said. He weeped for a moment, then looked at the corpse and smiled. "You always had to help others with their woes, didn't you? You had to better other people's lives before your own or even for your own, as it so sadly happened." The old man's thoughts whirled back to how it all began.

The young man looked over at the landscape, taking in its rugged beauty and untamed majesty. He stood atop a hill that lent a great view of the distant mountains. He turned around and looked now at the numerous villages that dotted the plains surrounded the great hill. On top of the hill stood largest city for many, many miles(if you could call the meager hamlets of those not of royal blood a city). He sighed at the sight. The rich king living in the most luxury in all the land, while his subjects lay groveling in the mud just outside his doorstep. The man started down the hillside with one intention in mind. To free the folk of the land from the tyrant line that had ruled the land for centuries. Every tale he had heard of the king was filled with either anger at his selfishness and his neglect of his people, or full of admiration and praise for such an achievement as conquering the vast land he now controlled. It was easy to tell who was telling the truth, everyone but those who were appointed by the king spoke ill of him.

He walked into town and found to his surprise that it actually had an inn. He trudged through the muddy streets to enter the building, and found it to be rather nice. It was well-lit and had a comfortable atmosphere and had chairs and tables to accommodate over a score of patrons. It was nearing night so he sat on a stool at the bar and asked the innkeeper for a room. After he had negotiated a modest price with the innkeeper, he moved to sit himself at an empty table. There were about a dozen other patrons in the room. He noticed in particular a group of five near him talking in hushed tones about the status of the kingdom. "Rebellions brewin', the people won't stand for any more taxes and many don't stand for the ones now." a middle-aged, rather large bald man said. "That's hogwash!" Another man said. "The king keeps an army ready to kill any people with a rebellion in mind." The other man shook his head and replied, "The people already die due to the taxes that make them give up anything that's worth anything. They don't have any food, little clothes, and no money." The other man looked at him and shrugged, saying. "Anyway, who would lead the people, they would die in less than a week." The bald man nodded and said, "Aye, no one is stupid enough to die for something that won't happen."

The young man stood up then and turned to the group. "It isn't foolish to fight for the betterment of others, it is the best cause I know of." The bald man snickered and said, "So you will be leading the rebellion eh?" The youth replied with a firm and determined answer, "Yes."

The next morning the man awoke and ate breakfast quickly. He walked outside and saw that a group of people were gathering around what appeared to be a set of gallows. "These two men," shouted the constable. "Were caught stealing from the town armory." continued the constable, gesturing towards the stone armory, the best-constructed building in the town. "Now normally, this would only constitute a severed hand, but they were stealing them to instigate a rebellion!" The people hardly gasped, such attempts were becoming more and more common. The constable motioned for one of the two soldiers that flanked him to slip the nooses around the men's necks. The young man moved closer to see who they were. His eyes widened in amazement as he saw that it was the two men who he heard talking last night. He looked at the three soldiers who were about to execute the poor men. He looked down at the solid branch that he used as a walking stick and then looked back at the men. It was worth it he decided. He pushed his way through the crowd and edged toward the soldier that was fingering the crank eagerly. "And now these men shall pay the price for their folly, they shall die for trying to fight against our beloved king who has protected for years," the constable said as the soldier moved into position next to the crank. The constable started to turn and give the order to pull, but a man suddenly leaped forward and smashed a staff across the soldier's skull. The constable stood in amazement for a moment, but drew his sword the moment crazed man moved toward him. The other soldier ran toward the man with the staff but was intercepted by not one, but four leaping peasants. The constable quickly surveyed his surroundings and ran the only possible way, through the crowd. The fool, though, didn't realize that all the crowd was joining in, and he was inundated by a sea of screaming peasants. The three soldiers were easily overcome by the angry mob, who now looked to the young man as he began to untie the two men from the gallows.

The young man noticed their gazes as soon as he turned around. "People, will we just sit here, content to roll around in the mud while the king, not but 2 miles from here, sleeps in a warm, soft bed, content to become richer and richer by taking every single thing of value from us? Why do we not rise up to overthrow the tyrant from his throne and get food, houses, and money? We must rise up and kill him before we all die from lack of food or medicine or shelter! We must stir up everyone who will listen to us! We must bring them together in a united army and kill all who would grieve for so foul a king!"

"That's how it happened," said the old man, coming out of his reverie that the memories had caught him in. "That's how you led the rebellion, a young lad of no more than twenty." The old man burst into sobs but sobered quickly as he gazed upon his son's face. "You managed to split the kingdom in two, the smaller east being held by the king's army and the much larger one held by the people. You led the people against the king for twenty-two years. If only you weren't assassinated by a traitor, but don't worry the traitor was slain by your second as soon as the deed was done, a moment too late, though. The day after your death, there was a grand funeral, and the day after that, we charged through the center of the king's army and stormed his palace. Our kingdom is free. You did not die in vain, son. You will not be forgotten, but though your name is on this tombstone, I fear that it will be forgotten. Your brothers and all your brother's descendants will remember your name, I will make sure of it. But to everyone else, they will merely raise up a cup to the unknown hero that saved us all." The old man stood up, and started off from the hill. He stopped suddenly and reached for a waterskin that was on his belt. He raised it over his head and said, "To you, Malith. To you, the unknown hero."

P.S. I have updated this post and completely rewrote the story into an entirely new story.

cybroxis 09-24-2009 04:30 PM

Good Darathor. Although, you said it was an elven "man" right? :p

Ironic 09-25-2009 01:23 AM

Ill probably come back to this an expand on it once i have a few more ideas so just bare with me for the moment :)

Title: Paradise Lost

After a particularly bad year centuries ago the survivors of a massive battle between orcs, humans and elves flee the destruction of their homelands looking for safety in far off lands. The three groups wander for many years in an empty wasteland so barren the survivors degenerate into simple tribe societies and forget much of their history. Eventually the three groups wander out of the vast desert and come upon a untouched land of pristine beauty. The three tribes happen upon each other, and not knowing any of their own history are amazed that there is another group of sentient beings. The three tribes welcome each other and together they form a small town on the edge of a vast river, surrounded by the untouched wilderness which would become their homeland. Over many years the city of Wandaren becomes a mighty bastion of culture and learning. knowing not of their races previous history the city is completely alone and fears nothing from the outside world. Together the three tribes are one and the same in peace and prosperity. The city of Wandaren has nothing to fear.....except itself....

One day an adventurer from a far of human kingdom happens on the city and is astounded at the co-operation the orcs, humans and elves show towards each other. The adventurer tells the city of their peoples history and cracks start to appear in Wandarens unity. Distrust and fear causes the Wandarens, united for so many years, to again split into their tribes. The city erupts in fear fueled violence and the shining metropolis degenerates into a brutal battlefield for the remnants of their once great city, the dream of unity and a society based on peace and co-operation is crushed under the heel of emerging war machines. Will your people stay and fight to the bitter end for the scrapes of your fore-fathers, or will you flee your homes and lick your wounds and recover for the final assault on your homeland? The choice is yours but the question remains, who sent the adventurer to break the union, and why did a society which had stood strong for centuries collapse under the weight of a few years? Simple fear, or something far far darker....

The main characters would probably be leaders from each of the "tribes" and possible an evil figure or group who caused the break up of the Wandaren society for purposes unknown.

Darathor 09-25-2009 04:06 PM


Originally Posted by cybroxis (Post 18994)
Good Darathor. Although, you said it was an elven "man" right? :p

Yes. It did.

cybroxis 09-25-2009 07:15 PM

Lol Darathor, at the end you said "She searches to this very day", but it was good besides that. :)

VERY nice Ironic. It seems like a very complicated storyline. Must've taken you an hour or two. :)

Ironic 09-25-2009 09:02 PM


Originally Posted by cybroxis (Post 19046)
Lol Darathor, at the end you said "She searches to this very day", but it was good besides that. :)

VERY nice Ironic. It seems like a very complicated storyline. Must've taken you an hour or two. :)

20 mins:p
thats only first part though
ill try and expand a bit more on it latter

LordChaoticus 09-26-2009 07:58 AM

For 20 years Duke Reinhart has served his king with grand vigor and bravery. Commanding vast armies, he has led his nation to many victories. His superiority on the battlefield is remarked by the fact that he has led charges personally and is never found on the rear of this army.
On the peak of success, a terrible event has transpired. The king, his closest friend, was found dead in his sleeping quarters. The murdered lord was poisoned, and had hemorrhaged during his sleep.
The King's advisor was quick to direct accusations towards the Duke, claiming Reinhart wished to absorb his lordship's mantle, as there was no heir.
In an event of weights balancing, the Duke was able to escape execution by orchestrating an uprising. As things turn out, the army never turned their back on their battleleader, and were happy to oblige in aiding his escape.

As the kingdom is desintegrating under corruption of the advisor, while under pressure of a neighbouring Necromancer and his host of undead minions. Duke Reinhart has gone renegade with hundreds of warriors. In the far West he has settled and tries to build his own kingdom, hoping to return prosperity back to the lands he once swore to protect.

But it won't be an easy task. As the Elves swore vengeance on him, as the wood of their forests were salvaged to build Human settlements. Even the Orcs have turned their attention to the Duke, thinking there are many spoils to be gained.

Ironic 09-26-2009 11:08 AM

awsome lord
one man against the world...betrayed...determined....ready....

bikkebakke 09-27-2009 02:35 PM

At the far end of the world, west of Dunn Norst just below the mountains lies a small human empire. Forged together by strong will and constant threats and the city Brighning. Brighning stands as a knot to all small human villages around and also as the constant suppressing force against the orc threat that always ravage this country.

The orcs in these parts of the country never grow strong becouse of their internal strife for small patches of land but now it seems that this have changed. An orc warlord by the name Orgur Thunderstrike has risen and managed to unite some of the orc tribes, normally in other regions this wouldn't be such a big threat but if this orc would manage to rally all the orcs in these parts he would grow so strong that even Brighning, the only city that even cares for these lands, wouldn't stand a chance against him.

At this moment Brighning is not even aware of the orc warlords movements, Orgur have planned his campaign carefully not to awaken any stronger forces against him, not until he have rallied the orcs that is. But until he can manage to do that he must prove to the orcs hiding inside the mountain that he is powered by the gods that he is their King. So he travels around plundering small villages, not leaving any witnesses and at the same time building up an army, an army strong enough to eliminate the humans that have been a thorn at his side for such a long time and so he can finally build his orc kingdom, Citadel of Thunders. A bastion for all the orcs in the north.

Will you join Brighning in their attempt to stop Orgur or will you join side with him, finally releasing the chains that so pulls the orcs down in these parts of the lands, so that they finally can be released and patch together a land to call home.

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