The World of Abrora: The Thadosian Rebellion

The World of Abrora: The Thadosian Rebellion

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The Thadosian Rebellion is the first book in what I hope will be a trilogy of: The World of Abrora. It has been a story that I've been working on for many years now and it takes the most basic enemies; light and dark, and twists it into an endless battle of despair, agony, and death. Abrora is a world dotted with enormous continents whom each have their own stories of the: Affliction, a disease that kills and twists any and beings into monstrous beings with no remorse to the living. With this Affliction comes the infamous Darkness. The Darkness varies at each Affliction, but they always last centuries, the longest lasting over 1,000 years. However, the people of Abrora are not all but lost, as there is still hope: the Sentinels. A heroic group of warriors from all species and backgrounds. Humans, elves, dwarves, warriors, thieves, barbarians, and Kings all marching under one banner and one goal: destroy the Affliction and the Darkness at all costs.

But this is not all that this story has to offer. The World of Abrora follows the story of more than twenty point-of-view characters that are scattered throughout the world and each have their own stories. These characters will face everything from monster hunting, pirating, exploring the infamous underground dwarf highway known as the Stone Roads, play the politics of the Capitol, and far more.
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The Thadosian Rebellion is the first book in what I hope will be a trilogy of: The World of Abrora. It has been a story that I've been working on for many years now and it takes the most basic enemies; light and dark, and twists it into an endless battle of despair, agony, and death. Abrora is a world dotted with enormous continents whom each have their own stories of the: Affliction, a disease that kills and twists any and beings into monstrous beings with no remorse to the living. With this Affliction comes the infamous Darkness. The Darkness varies at each Affliction, but they always last centuries, the longest lasting over 1,000 years. However, the people of Abrora are not all but lost, as there is still hope: the Sentinels. A heroic group of warriors from all species and backgrounds. Humans, elves, dwarves, warriors, thieves, barbarians, and Kings all marching under one banner and one goal: destroy the Affliction and the Darkness at all costs.

But this is not all that this story has to offer. The World of Abrora follows the story of more than twenty point-of-view characters that are scattered throughout the world and each have their own stories. These characters will face everything from monster hunting, pirating, exploring the infamous underground dwarf highway known as the Stone Roads, play the politics of the Capitol, and far more.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Prologue

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23rd of Wintersbane Creator’s Day -3203PA (Pre-historic age): The battle of the Dead Plains takes place. 25,000 Sentinels vs 250,000 Afflicted and the first Tenebris. 17,000 Sentinels lost their lives during this battle that only lasted three hours, but the first High Sentinel and founder of the Sentinels: Kaegan Blacktower killed the Tenebris and the remaining Afflicted fled from the battle. The light came back to the world and soon, life. This marked the end of the first Affliction and the near 1,000 years of Darkness that came with it. The Sentinels were praised as heroes for all time.

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Submitted: March 29, 2017

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The ground trembled as the army of the Sentinels strided forward upon the Dead Plains. Twenty thousand men and women of all species, warriors and mages, peasants and kings, who all stepped in unison with one another. The sheer size of the army would be enough to make any enemy tremble in fear, any enemy except for this one. For the enemies that the Sentinels were facing knew nothing of fear, instead they created it.

Up close it was the squeaking of leather and clanging of metal which overpowered all other sounds. The noise was far too overwhelming to allow for conversations between the soldiers, for many this helped to stay focused, for others it added to the fear of battle.

The front lines were combined of five units of both eager crossbowmen and longbowmen, ready to fire the first salvo. They were followed by one line of Sentinels whom held war door shields the size of their bodies. They in turn were followed by three units of sarissa spearmen.. They were in turn succeeded by nearly fifteen thousand foot soldiers armed with longswords, axes, war hammers, claymores, staffs, and everything in-between.

They stood in the far north of Thados, a place which was now known as the Dead Plains. They were called so for good reason; the plague which the Tenebris brought with them from far below the earth did not only corrupt the people of Thados into monstrous beings known as the Afflicted, and worst of all wherever it went, it caused ecocide. These monsters turned these once beautiful mountainous plains of green into a field of darkness and decay; the grass had turned a yellowish brown and had deteriorated to give way to the dirt below, countless weapons were littered across the plains; either pierced into the ground or laid there, motionless like the thousands of bodies of innumerable armies whom died attempting to defeat the Afflicted army.

It was not long before the Sentinels could see the army of disease marching towards them; thousands of Thadosians painfully and unwillfully corrupted into monsters. The Sentinels could not make out their faces, but they could feel, smell, and hear the evil that resonated from them. It pressed down on their chests and sent chills up their spines, the smell of blood and putrescence, and they heard the sinister whispers of these beasts within their minds, as they tried to drive the Sentinels mad like they had done with countless others.

The High Sentinel stepped before his army, followed by the clanging of his steel plate armor, he held his helmet in-between his right arm and hip. “It is time, Sentinels!” He yelled over the marching of the distant army. “I know that this looks grim. We’re outnumbered ten to one. But we are Sentinels! The guardians of men! We are all that stands between victory and total annihilation of Thados and all of the world. If we falter now the Darkness will sweep through the rest of Thados and swallow up the world! If we fail now, then countless more lives shall be lost! So take heart men, for today we fight not for our countries, not for kings, but for all of those that we love and swore to protect! We fight for the preservation of life itself!” The High Sentinel put on his grey full helm which had a griffin wing that rose from the right temple of the helm and a pegasus wing on the left temple. He then unsheathed his sword; a blade that was clear, as clear as a crystal, and sharp to the touch. Light resonated from the blade, unnaturally lighting up the night of the Endless Darkness brought by the Afflicted and their master.

A loud shriek came from the opposite side of the battlefield. Standing before the Afflicted army was a humanoid horror of a beast whom the people of Thados called the Tenebris. It stood twice as tall as the tallest man and wore sharp black armor which reflected the moonlight. But the darkness of its armor was nothing compared to the darkness that lingered within its helmet visor. When the High Sentinel gazed into its visor it seemed as though he were gazing inside an endless hole that drew darker and darker the longer he stared into it, in such a way that it seemed like the darkness was absorbing the light around it.

The Tenebris lifted its man-sized greatsword, which matched its armor, and snarled an order. “Hild mo nvaby!” With the order came the march of the Afflicted army; tens of thousands of cursed beings ran down the hills towards the outnumbered Sentinel army.

The High Sentinel turned to face the oncoming army and raised his sword towards the darkness of the sky. “Archers!” He ordered. “Nock your arrows!” Four thousand archers equipped their bows and crossbows, pulling out whether an arrow or a bolt from their quiver and placing it within their weapons. The High Sentinel waited until the opposite army made it closer before lowering his sword, yelling another order. “Loose!” Thousands of projectiles flew into the night sky, before arching down and penetrating the skulls and armor of the Afflicted; killing hundreds before they even reached the center of the battlefield. “Again!” He ordered anew, the archers knocked their weapons. “Loose!” Once more, thousands of projectiles flew into the sky, killing more Afflicted than the salvo before it.

But now the Afflicted army was too close for archers, thus the High Sentinel ordered for his next unit to take their place. “Sarissas!” He ordered, the archers retreated to the back of the Sentinel ranks, replaced by a line of Sentinels holding war doors, and behind them spearmen who held spears that measured fifteen feet in height. The High Sentinel positioned himself behind the sarissas, and climbed into the saddle of his black war horse, which stood in-between his two generals. “Now!” He ordered. The spearmen lowered their sarissas, and the shieldmen brought together their war door shields; creating a shieldwall.

At the same instance the Afflicted charged into the three layers of spears, without hesitation. The spears pierced their bellies and their neck. The Afflicted simply let out a snarl as they gripped the spears with their black blistered hands and forced their way down the shaft of the spears, towards the Sentinels. It wasn't long before the Afflicted reached the war doors and began to attack; banging upon the shields with their swords, axes, warhammers, and even their bare fists.

“Offence!” Ordered the High Sentinel. The front row of spearmen threw forward their spears, throwing the punctured Afflicted upon the ground, and they then unsheathed their swords. Whilst the front row of spearmen fought the Afflicted head on, the spears of the second and third row kept their spears lowered and steady, making sure that the Afflicted could not charge straight into the war doors without being injured. “Archers!” Yelled out the High Sentinel. “Focus on the front lines! Fire at will!” And so they did, aiming their weapons high in the sky and let loose their arrows and bolts. The projectiles quickly arched down from the sky and landed into front lines of the Afflicted.

The Sentinels were holding their own against the Afflicted, not a single Sentinel had died thus far. But in that moment multiple screeches echoed through the darkening night and a mysterious figure sweeped down from the sky, grabbing a foot soldier by the shoulder with sharp talons. His screams echoed along side the screeches of these unknown creatures, and his blood splattered upon the armor of the Sentinels. The screams eventually stopped only to be followed by another man’s screams as a second foot soldier was pulled up into the darkness of the sky by a beast whose scales matched its surroundings. “Wyverns!” Yelled a man far in the bulk of the army.

“Archers, mages!” Yelled the High Sentinel over the screams of his fellow comrades. “Bring those beasts down from the skies!”

It wasn't long before the wyverns brought their attention to the spearmen; quickly one by one they were pulled into the sky, the claws of the winged beasts cutting deep into their bodies. With this weakness in the front lines, the Afflicted squeezed their way through, meeting face to face with the Sentinel footsoldiers. “Sound the horn!” Ordered the High Sentinel to the general on his right.

The old man grabbed the horn from his side; it was grey and had circular steel designs around the mouthpiece and bell. Upon both sides of the horn sat the arms of the Sentinels; a grey winged full helm; the High Sentinel’s helmet. The man lifted it up to his mouth and blew. “Aaaahoooooooo!” It echoed.

In the distance echoed another horn, which resonated passed the Afflicted and over the horizon of the hills. It was blown a second time, closer now. And a third time,now the hornblower could be seen; he stood upon the hill on the horizon; a cavalryman. Beside him stood five hundred just like him, all upon warhorses, pegasi, and griffons, all armed with spears. The hornblower dropped the horn to his side, lifted his spear, and yelled an order. “Charge!” The warhorses galloped down the hill towards the flank of the Afflicted army, while those mounted on griffons and pegasus flew into the air, fighting the wyverns, and raining arrows down upon the Afflicted.

The Tenebris quickly turned to look upon the oncoming flanking cavalry. “Proo givn!” He yelled. “Proo givn zoo!” The Afflicted in the back lines rushed to meet the horsemen, but they weren’t fast enough, the cavalry broke through the Afflicted ranks. The cavalrymen’s spears quickly pierced the Afflicted, and if they did not they threw them at the Afflicted. Those who had lost their spears equipped their swords, hacking through the disoriented army.

The High Sentinel used this distraction to launch the next step of his strategy. “Forward!” He ordered. The frontline of war doors pushed against the Afflicted with their shields, trapping the army between the shieldwall and the Sentinel cavalry.

It did not take long before wyverns began falling from the sky, covered in arrows, spears, burnt marks from fire magic, and wounds from other weapons. Some of the wyverns fell on the Afflicted, others far from the battlefield, and some on the Sentinels. Those who fell on the Sentinel ranks did so in the front lines, killing those it fell upon and breaking the line of defence. The spearmen lowered their spears, trying to replace those that had fallen before them. But not all spearmen were quick enough, for many of the Afflicted pushed through the war doors and into the ranks, some further than others.

The Sentinel foot soldiers were being annihilated as the Afflicted slashed through their armor with their weapons. Those who had no weapons would punch, tear, bite, and rip at the Sentinels. Both armies began to thin in numbers upon the battlefield, but even after losing thousands, the Afflicted still outnumbered the Sentinels three to one.

The High Sentinel witnessed the front lines entirely break as a javelin flew through the air and pierced through the war door of a Sentinel, and straight into his face. The Afflicted quickly pushed through. One of the Afflicted threw a Sentinel onto the ground, her helmet fell off of her head, revealing her face as the monster bit into his visage with its teeth. It pulled off the Sentinel’s cheek, revealing the woman’s teeth as her blood gushed over the ground and she screamed in agonizing pain. The Sentinel beside her slashed at the Afflicted, decapitating it. As the second Sentinel tried to help her comrade unto her feet, another Afflicted charged towards them, forcing its sword through his armpit and shoulder, and into his throat. Blood and screams covered the field as this horrific scene occurred all over the battlefield.

Moral and hope began to fade as the screams of the Sentinels filled the air. That was until the High Sentinel caught a glimpse of the Tenebris in the far distance of the battlefield. Just as the Sentinel did so, the Tenebris looked back at him, and the man stared into the endless darkness of the creature’s helmet visor. The creature must have taken this as a challenge for it began to charge down a small open passage in-between the two conflicting armies.

The High Sentinel would usually do the smart thing and stand his ground, but he did not, he could end this, once and for all, before more of his men joined countless bodies upon the battlefield. “Spear!” He ordered. The general to his left quickly handed him a short spear which measured merely five feet. With the spear in one hand and his horse’s reins in the other, the High Sentinel positioned himself low in the saddle. He then whipped the reins and yelled. “Hyah!” The black warhorse quickly galloped through the dead grass of the plains and towards the Tenebris.

The Tenebris swung its giant sword at the High Sentinel. The man quickly tugged on the leather reins, pulling his horse to the right; ever so lightly evading the sharp blade as it skinned the left side of his hip. The Sentinel maneuvered his horse behind the Tenebris, readied his spear and threw it. It pierced through the air and towards the beast, hitting and ricocheting off its armor, falling onto the bloodied, dead ground.

Swiftly, the Tenebris turned to face the man and brought down its sword, cutting the warhorse’s head clean off as it galloped; throwing the Sentinel off the saddle and onto the ground. It took the man a moment to regain his footing, and his breath. When he stood he readied his sword and charged at the unholy being that stood the size of a behemoth before him.

He quickly hopped back and out of the way as the beast swung its sword once more. The Sentinel sliced at the back of the Tenebris’s knee, where its armor was the weakest, making him fall upon the other. Just as quickly he shoved his sword down the beast’s visor and into the endless darkness that laid within.

The monster let out a horrid, piercing screech that echoed through the battle field. As it did so, the Sentinel’s sword began to fill with a smoky darkness, eating away at the light which his sword gave away, leaving nothing to the sword but a thick blackness. The wind sped up and whistled through his ears, and the beast’s armor began to crack and implode from the visor. The darkness moved from inside the handle of the High Sentinel’s sword and onto his hand and forearm; like everything it touched, it began to eat away at his skin and shatter his steel plate armor. The skin of the man’s arm began to turn greyish black and crack, resembling dark tree bark, and his armor cracked and shattered, falling to the ground.

The Sentinel started to cry out in pain as the darkness moved further up his arm. As he tried to pull away he realized that he was paralyzed, motionless as the darkness ascended higher up his arm. It was at that moment when the two beings were immobilized, one in life and one in death that everything stopped; noise, wind, even movement around them. Within a moments notice the armor of the beast exploded; releasing a powerful force that threw all the Sentinels and Afflicted on the battlefield onto the ground, the shattered armor flew across the battlefield in hundreds of pieces.

With a thud the High Sentinel fell on the ground. He took short jagged breaths as he stood; holding his wounded left arm. The man looked down at the wound, it was more black than gray now, and cracked like a decaying stone statue, he couldn’t move his hand nor his fingers, and when he touched it it felt like rock, and sensed nothing.

He looked around and he could spot the Afflicted, they were either running from the battlefield or were being cut down by the surviving Sentinels. He then glanced where the Tenebris had been, in its stead was a black smoking pit and in the center of it laid the High Sentinel’s sword, but no longer was it clear and no longer did it give off light; instead it was filled with darkness which ate away at the light around it, and the High Sentinel could hear it whisper to him, as though the darkness within was alive and sentient.

Upon the horizon, they could see light.The yellow shining sun started rising from the ground. It filled the sky with mighty colours of red and splashed the clouds with endless rays of pink. It was bright and mesmerising as it invited the Sentinels to stare, deep into the horizon of light and life.

“We’ve defeated the Affliction!” Yelled a cavalryman inside the bulk of the army.

“Long live the Sentinels!” Yelled another.

“Long live the Sentinels!” They began to chant, more and more voices joining in.

“Long live the Sentinels!” The High Sentinel joined in the chant, the Sentinels raising their weapons above their heads as they continued the chant which would echo through the Ages.

 

 

 


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