DarthSl8er

Theanon was in turmoil. Never before had the Imperial Army marched into the city itself.  Aratha led his companions towards the Great Southern Gate. The wide streets were full of people all heading for the North City districts to greet the Imperial Army as it occupied their home. Theanon was built on a vast plain stretching from the eastern shores of the Anon Sea, to the centre of the Golden Plain. Theanon was split into twenty districts spreading from it's heart, The Golden Palace, this was the tallest building ever constructed, its stain glass windows shone like a beacon to the rest of the Empire. Every building was made from whit

Chapter 3 “Have you finalized the details of my journey? Remember I do not want to have an armed guard travelling with me, nor a small army for that matter.” Aratha said as he watched the small courtyard outside his window. “My lord I have organised a small team to travel with you. The Temple Knight Crandor is one of our most experienced warriors and Ranger Heroll from the province Fathrosa. She is a most skilled markswoman and tracker.” Aratha turned to look the High Priest in the eye. “Very good. I wish to depart immediately as I am sure my enemies in the Senate will be attempting to keep me here.” The High

Chapter 2 “The Empire is holding it’s breath” two men stood in the vast courtyard as the sky was growing dark as the servants had begun to light the torches and burners set around the courtyard. “Even while the Emperor is alive many Governors and Generals are starting to put their names forward for election.” The man speaking was dressed in the grey and white military uniform, several medals adorned his chest, and a long sword hung at his side. Armour was attached to his left shoulder and his black boots he also wore decorative silver gauntlets inlaid with gold. He held his helmet under his right arm it too was silve

He sat watching the street from his bedroom window. He pushed his hand through his black hair, which stuck in position as he had failed to wash when he got up this morning. He didn’t care. Matthew never really gave a second thought to what anyone else thought of him. Quarter past three. The others would finish school for the day in five more minutes. Turning form his window he wandered about his room in search for his shoes. He found them under a small heap of clothes near his door. Wandering back over to his bed sat down and began to put his shoes on. I wonder if Connor is coming out tonight, he thought as he stamped into his shoes. The

Chapter 1 With his long sword in his right hand, he slowly pushed the thin door open. Peering inside he saw no movement. Throwing himself inside, he slammed the door shut and snapped the lock. In the street the fighting continued in small pockets around the city. He backed away from the door, overturning a table, he took his crossbow from its sling and loaded a bolt. He aimed at the door. The sound of the battle echoed across the vast city. He could hear the screams of the dying, the pounding noise of magic and the explosions from the great siege weapons outside the city walls. Taking another bolt he drove it into the wooden floor beside him

Chapter 1   No assassin had ever made it across the channel surrounding the Capital Isle in over sixty years, yet four assassins dressed in black had disguised themselves as three bodyguards and a senator with fake papers. They had crossed one of the mighty bridges and over towards the Golden Palace itself. They cleared the inner gate of the island and now marched up a small hill. As they neared the Senator’s Gate four of the Emperor’s Guard marched out of the doors with a man dressed in red senator robes. Two of them held him by his arms and dragged him along the floor while the other two covered the frontal and rear flank, clear

Chapter 1 He stood watching the nights sky his dark blue robes slowly flapping in the gentle breeze. His short brown hair was a mess and was thrown about his head. His deep green eyes watched the clouds drift northwards with an uncaring glance. His hands were clasped in front of him a single silver ring adorned his skilful hands. A boy walked up to the mans side but stopped before the stone parapet. The boy had black hair that clung to him as if afraid of the cold breeze. The boy wore the same robes but also wore a long grey cloak and pulled it close about him. The man seemingly ignored the boy and moved to look at the woods circling his cas