Requested to save the GD competitons ,, Chronicles of SRO from Icealya
im not sure if anyone would like this, but if it peaked ur interested go and read, or even make a story. This topic is to summerize the story all together in a more short ver. im not the best writer but its just something since i do like the chronicles of SRO idea. The stories are not finished, we hope to have some new people or some old to go back and rewrite.
The stories are not meant to be long or super good, but just to be writen by the people of the silkroadforum community, no matter how long or short, we just hope you could come out and write one. http://www.silkroadforums.com/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=68347The summery i am about to write is written by all of the writers, torinchibi. Trice.
Trice. Omnipotent. Icealya. and a little of me.
A legend spoke of a great warrior, that risened from the long prosperous silkroad. His journey started when he was only a child, met by an old wizard who destined his fate.....
Sun shined over the walls of jangan, a child sat in the corner of the stables, a old wizard approched him, and saw the potential within him. The wizard stoped, stared and asked
"Do you want to know where your own strenght lies?"
The child looked up in a curious sight, and asked back
"Are you a teacher?"
The only answer he received was a silent nod. The child before him was as scrawny as ever, but his eyes burned as strong as the rest of them, filled with hope, yet expressing no material desire despite their situation. The wizard gave the boy a stone in his right hand and a leaf in his left. He looked at his eyes and said
“Remember this, and never forget. If while squeezing the rock and holding the leaf, the rock turns to dust, you have the blood of a warrior. If the rock is sliced in half, you are destined to become a rogue. If the leaf turns black like charcoal, you have the potential of a wizard. If it crumples, your calling is the warlock arts. If it flies away, you are best suited for a bard. If it turns green, you should become a cleric."
The boy had many quesitons to ask, but the wizard simply said.
"you are a smart child, but when the day comes, all will become clear"
Shortly after, the wizard disappeared into the blinding sun and out through the gates into the dangerous silkroad.
Meanwhile..
the daily duties of jangan were underway like everyday. Merchants yelling prices, the pounding sounds of the blacksmith, the giggling laughter of the maidens, and the children screaming whle playing their games; however, everything was to change very soon.
It was only an hour after the boy receieved the items from the wizard, when the blacksmith arrived to the Emperor of jangan telling bad news, from the letter recieved from hotan.
"Dear King of Jangan,
I send this messenger to inform you of some recent, most terrible events. I shall get straight to the point, as we do not have much time. It appears that the event we most feared has occurred, Lord Yarkan has found out the secret of Rok Mountain. For the last few days, he has been sending some of his minions from the Niya Remains to each of the four portals. These portals, known as the Aircraft Docks, have remained closed for millennia, as behind them lie monsters of incredible strength. Some say they are stronger than niyas, others say they possess the ability of flight. One rumour even states that Rok Mountain is guarded by its own unique monster, who, like Yarkan, holds power over all the monsters of the region. We believe that Yarkan wishes to free the monsters from Rok Mountain, and form an alliance with this unique. We must not let this happen, for you are aware of the ancient story, and know that the consequences would be disastrous.
I have sent similar letters to the leaders of Donwang, Samarkland and Constantinople. All of our warriors shall meet in Hotan, by the stables on Saturday at daybreak in order that they may be trained for the difficult mission that lies ahead of them.
For the Silkroad,
King of Hotan."
A crowd gathered around a platform, where the Emperor announced this, calling upon his warriors, and he explained the story of silkroad, 4000 years.
"4000 years ago, when the Silkroad was a much quieter place, where the intelligent grew herbs and the strong hunted for food. There was peace throughout the world. However, an ancient monster, known as Rok came on the 3rd day of every month, and terrorised the area. The people took it as given that he would come, and were prepared to lose their crops, some even lost family, but they did not speak out in case they were banished and left to fend for themselves. That was until one day, a hybrid, rare in those days, part intelligence-part strength took a stand. This brave warrior went by the name of Ecirt. Not much is known of what happened, but it is said that Ecirt took stand against the rulers and brought the intelligent and the strong together in one army. He took this army to fight Rok and his monsters. The battle raged for 3 years, while the warriors held the monsters back, the mages would cast spells. Finally, Ecirt broke through a gap in the enemy defences, and plunged his spear into the chest of Rok. While he was paralyzed from the stab, Ecirt cast a powerful spell, with the aid of his mages that banished Rok and his forces to the mountain. The Four Aircraft docks were built by the strong and enchanted by the intelligent to hold the forces of Rok there. Ecirt was hailed and people wished him to be King, but he left to wander the Silkroad and nothing more was heard of him."
Time during the silkroad was very long, and took months reach hotan from jangan. During these months, the boy, along with his friend wandered slowly to hotan, after hearing the news from the Emperor of jangan. They left jangan about a month ago, following the trails; however, fate came when a group of merchants were under attack from theives, the two of them not knowing what to do hide in the bushes, watching the thieves attack the helpless traders. A wild arrow flew from a far distance and it went into the chest of his friend, Wreight, whos blood spilled on the grass, where white flowers lie. Stained by blood, the boy carried his friend to a nearboy bank of the yellow river. Wreight's last words were to go on and find his destiny and to reach hotan and fight off the monsters because it was fate.
"Maybe in the next life, you and i could be friends"
With tears in his eyes the Kid stands Blood Stained on the banks of the Rhine, alone, cold, - Full of Hate; he bellows, - "ROOOC!"
There are still 3 more chapters to go, however i am just going to end the summery here, because.. i just woke up and im still all tired. but this is just to remind the SRO community of the GD competitions, and the people who wrote in them simply want to see it up and working agian, i hope this has peaked ur interest in some way.
Im not the best writer, (proably thats why i never won in the contest
) but
Thankyou for your time.
