Chronicles of Fantasy: Book I: Alone in the Dark

[Aesirson]

[spoiler=Prologue]

The room was lit up by a line of about five candles on the middle of the big, round table. Around the table was five chairs and a big, golden throne clothed in red cloth. On the throne sat a man with long, brown hair and a big beard of the same color. He was wearing a red robe, trimmed with golden silk. On his head sat an iron crown with five curved spikes. The crown had beautiful jewels lined along the base. The man himself had a worried, but still serious and calm expression on his face. The five chairs was taken by five other figures, including an orc, a human, a troll, a female of the Skybounds and a dwarf.

"I have ensembled you all here to discuss the increase of undead wandering the country lately." The man in the throne said, and looked around. "Any news from your side, Denzel?" The man turned to the other human at the table. The human had white, dirty hair and he looked like he was around fifty years old. His eyes was icy blue, and he was wearing an armor of black mithril, with skulls carved into the shoulderpads and a big skull on the chestpiece. He looked at the man in the throne and answered.

"Yes, King Percival." Denzel said. "The Black Templars encountered a smaller warband of horrorfiends marching around the outer reaches of the country Damascus."

"And what did you do with them?" Percival asked.

"We separated a small part of the horde and... took care of them." Denzel grinned at the thought. He then took a more serious look on his face. "But the majority of them is on their way to the Rotten Fields, they are probably going for reinforcements, so that they can attack Damascus and purge it from any living creatures!"

"I say we smash 'em!" The orc smashed his hand into the table so that one of the candles fell to the floor and was darkened. The orc had long, black hair that was set up in three braids, with two of them hanging over his shoulders with the third hanging on his back. He had black eyes, and as most orcs he was green. Two underjaw fangs could be seen sticking out of his mouth. "Let me fix it!" The orc quickly said and picked the candle up, accidently breaking it into two pieces but he placed it back on the table, unlighted and with the upper part hanging from the lower one, only connected by the wick.

"Calm down, friend." The troll remained calm, this was very rare for a troll, as their kind often was as violent as the orcs. "I say we should fight back, don't let them take Damascus as their own, that way they would get a major foothold and could proceed to attack the rest of the human countries, and then maybe into troll or orc owned lands." The troll looked much like a human, but he was taller, about 2.10 meter, and he had a long, very bleak, braided beard and hair of the same color. He was wearing a leather armor. If it weren't for the curved horn on his forehead he would've looked just like a human.

"I'm sorry to say this, Thor Odinsson of Havengaard, but that's insane!" The Skybound woman said. She had long, blonde hair and emerald green eyes. As all Skybounds she looked much like a human except for the pointed ears. She was a beautifull woman and looked like if she was in her twenties (even though she may have been much older, since the Skybound can live for up to five-hundred years without changing appearance)

"We should evacuate the city, I'd say." Denzel said. He ahd a serious look on his face. "The horrorfiends is a dangerous foe, Damascus won't survive an attack from a full sized horde of them."

"Silence!" The king shouted, not a sound could be heard untill a loud snore was heard from the chair farest away from the throne. The dwarf was sleeping. "Barbaros? Wake up, old friend!"

"There's no use, I think he's drunk." The orc, who was sitting next to Barbaros, said and dragged the dwarf in his orange beard. "Yep, he's absolutely drunk."

"Uh, anyway!" Percival raised from his chair. "I will not evacuate the city, I will stay here and fight, and my knights will do the same! Who's with me?"

"I'm with you." Thord said and raised his hammer, which he had kept on the floor next to his chair. A troll never leaves his weapon behind.

"It is my, and the Black Templar's, duty to defend the king!" Denzel unsheathed his sword and then raised it.

"Kill 'em, smash 'em and defeat 'em!" The orc raised from his chair and raised his fist.

"Foolishness! I will not stay here and see you all get slaugthered!" The Skybound woman raised from her chair and walked out of the room before any of the others got to say anything.

"Then it's settled, Denzel, ready the Black Templars for war!" Percival said.

"As you ask, my king." Denzel raised from his chair and walked towards the door. Thord looked at him as he left and then looked at Percival.

"I will ready the trolls I have garnisoned here, King of Humans." He too raised from his chair and walked out.

"Smash 'em!" The orc jumped out of his seat and rushed towards the door and left. Afterwards the king raised from his chair and walked outside, leaving the sleeping dwarf for hismelf.

 

 

This is just the prolouge, and I guess there's quiete a lot of grammar and spelling errors here, so please point them out before the first chapter so that I don't redo my mistakes.