Temple of Xengil: Chapter Two

The Undead Horde

Ginskaur had the power of the Orb now. It slowly transformed his mind and body. He began to think evil, and started growing into a heartless beast. He used the Orb to raise the dead. Zombies, Ghouls, Skeletons, Banshees- all at his command. A large army of the Undead, set out to destroy life at Xengil. Spreading death and destruction, the horde and their leader, Ginskaur, who now called himself Wrrjht, were heading towards Leon- the home of the dragon Krayl, a mythical beast that was undoubtedly the most powerful monster on our planet. When coupled with the power of the Orb, Wrrjht could become undefeatable. The only way to rouse the beast was to used the horn of Yeijig, placed safely in the hands of Lord Fyyr, ruler of Yeijig.

Wrrjht’s marched towards Yeijig. He killed anyone who came in his way, asking his minions to do his bidding, not having to dirty his hands. He spread darkness along his path. Some innocent dwellers were converted to the Undead, and Wrrjht’s force became larger still.

I watched helplessly as the townsfolk writhed in pain as the life was sucked out of them before my very eyes. We headed to Naindil, home of the wise sage Dristi, to ask for help. We had no army, and had to find a way to control the might of Wrrjht. The path was a long and time-consuming one, but we had no choice. I went with a handful of my soldiers who managed to survive. By the time we reached the place, Wrrjht had reached Yeijig. A mighty battle was fought. The soldiers had to muster a lot of courage to face monsters like that, who could suck the life out of them in seconds. Thousands were killed, but there was no stopping him. Lord Fyyr was killed in battle. Wrrjht obtained the horn of Yeijig. It seemed like there was no stopping him now. Perhaps no mortal could face his army of the dead.

But there was hope.

“In the caves of Sipov, there lies a crossbow yet unfound. Legend has it that it is the only weapon that can be used to counter the dead. If you are able to locate it, you may stand a chance.”, the wise Dristi said.

“Then we must set forth immediately, Sire”, said Francis.
“Yes, as quickly as we can”, said I.

And we ventured towards Sipov in search of hope, for the fate of mankind depended on it. But we did not have much time…

to be continued

Temple of Xengil: Chapter One

The Orb of Darkness

Xengil- a land of peace and harmony, built single-handedly by Lord Glynser. He had two sons, Ginskaur and Gliknaur. On his death bed, he passed down the throne to his younger son, Gliknaur, and also appointed him guardian of the Temple, the place where the mysterious casket was kept, and was asked to defend it well.Ginskaur was given command of the army. He was unhappy, for he was the older brother. He sought revenge. Things were calm for a while, but probably not for long…

“An army approaches, Sire. They are at the adjoining city of Gloyt”, the minister said.
“And who is their leader, Craitt?”
“I’m afraid it’s your brother Ginskaur”
A silence followed.
“The soothsayer was right… Those that form a part of thee, shall be the ones to part”, I sighed, “We must protect the casket at all costs. Ask the general to prepare for battle. We must defend the temple”.

Some of our warriors still remained loyal. Craitt reached the general’s quarters.

“General Fransic, Lord Gliknaur has ordered that the army be prepared for battle”
“Why? Did Ginskaur--??”
“Yes”, he said coldly.

So the army was prepared and stationed at the temple. Hundreds of archers to secure the towers, and thousands of other infantry were ready to take on the enemy. Ginskaur was approaching. He was here to take the casket, and was not going back empty handed. A long battle ensued. He used large battering rams, and catapults to take down the walls. Our archers used their advantage of range to neutralize them, but he would not hold back. Our arrows were fast depleting in number, but they were very effective- we cut through their shields and pierced through their armor, while being well defended by the walls. Both of us were technologically level, and neither had the upper-hand in terms of numbers. He bore through the walls, and our Swordsmen took down as many as they could, with some help from the towers and knights. Our knights were quickly killed by his spears- something we did not have in our arsenal. Many of our swordsmen were lost in battle. Then Fransic had an idea. He set all arrows ablaze, and we fired burning arrows. It helped to some extent, but even with General Fransic’s best efforts, our army was dwindling. We had no option but to flee. The battle was lost.

Ginskaur made his way into the temple. He rotated the dials carefully, and entered the chamber that opened. We saw him approach the casket with malice. He opened it to find the most amazing sphere ever made. The Orb of Darkness was finally Ginskaur’s. He lifted it with joy, and could feel the power surging through his veins already. He was all powerful now. There was no hope for mankind anymore…

to be continued