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Alright this isn't superhero related by any means, however this is an epic fantasy I'm working on and I wanted some opinions.
This is along the lines of Tolkien's Lord of the Rings and Brooks' Shannara series, though you won't find any elves in my story.
It's not finished yet but I have a short prologue and the first paragraph of the first chapter for you to read over and let me know what you think.
If I actually finish it in time I want to enter it into writing contest. So any thoughts or suggestions are more than welcome. Thanks for checking it out guys.
Prologue:
Undead forces swarm over the land of Aghramar spreading death and decay along the way. The Legionnaires were spread much too thin across the kingdom and were steadily losing ground. Even with the barbarians of Tongu reinforcing their ranks they were outnumbered at least twenty to one.
And then things got worse. The Lich King himself took the field. With his monstrous battle axe he hacked his way through throngs of legionnaires. As he made his way closer to the gates of Cymorill, capital city of Aghramar, the human king Dorian took up his sword and ordered his personal guard to accompany him into battle.
As the two kings met on the battlefield their blades rang out in a metallic song of war. The Lich King let out a hideous laugh as Dorian’s claymore cut into his rotting flesh. Though the blade pierced the skin no blood was spilled. The Lich King had already been dead for several centuries by this time and so had bled out long ago. He lifted his axe for a final blow and beheaded the King of Aghramar with one horizontal swipe.
Just then the fabled 8th Legion arrived with more reinforcements. Though seconds too late they brought with them dwarven scrappers and lumbering rock trolls who tore through the undead swiftly. Commander Birch, son of the king and leader of the 8th, dealt a deadly blow to the Lich King from behind using a new weapon created by the council of Archmagi.
As the Lich King’s undead body turned to ashes the wind picked up and carried them away. His undead warriors fell where they stood, bones breaking apart as the magic that held them together was vanquished. Cheers went up from legionnaire and barbarian alike as their foes crumbled to dust before their eyes.
Chapter 1:
Deep within the marshlands an evil stirs from its slumber. Long thought only to be a legend, the Lich King returns from the netherworld with a plan to seize control of the throne. During his three thousand year exile he learned of a trinket that would grant him the ultimate power! Now on the Eve of Shadows the Lich King is able to summon his undead minions and task them with finding the amulet of the Dragonseye.
__________________"Beware villains, for it is Midnight!"
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