The Immortal Winter

The Immortal Winter

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After the cold, and the few survivors, who will rebuild the great empires that once stood before the Northern mountains of Sevia? Will leaders take advantage of the great cold for power? Will anyone survive?
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After the cold, and the few survivors, who will rebuild the great empires that once stood before the Northern mountains of Sevia? Will leaders take advantage of the great cold for power? Will anyone survive?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Introduction

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 11, 2017

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The whole of Morr was cold. Frost ate at the windows of the buildings and the castle. Animals died from the harsh weather. Free men stood at the end of the cliff that represented hypothermia. Food was not growing. And what was of little left was running out quickly. The city of Morr was like a soldier, who had just bin stricken by a blade, and he lay there in his last breathe.

 

But lets start at the begging of the story, deep inside the northern mountains of Sevia stood three kingdoms. Morr, a human settlement, was a source of both intellect and artistic talents. Their king, Oliver, was a compassionate man. He had black hair and carried his chainmail everywhere with his black sword. He was always paranoid of people thinking he was not strong, as he was a passive character. He helped people and was keen on helping them sustain through war. He was optimistic and charismatic, which gave people hopes and strength to do their works during hardship. But his army did not always have the highest moral, knowing their leader was a passive, non violent and uninvolved character.

To the South of Morr was Instock. Instock was the centaur city. Centaurs, are very much like humans but with horse bodies intertwined with the human chest and head. Centaurs were militaristic. Their strange evolution, gave them a quick pace and fast speed. They were bigger than humans, stronger than humans, and faster than humans. Cele was the centaur king. He ruled, unlike Oliver, with a iron fist. Like a dictatorship he admired strength and aggressiveness above all. Before the great cold, centaurs launched attacks every day relentlessly on human cities. “The neutral zone” was a fictional barrier imagined by the humans to describe the area between the two borders where the attacks would consistently happen. Hoards of corpses aligned the two kingdoms, with no one to take the neutral zone, it was a labelled a stalemate. It was a massacre. 

But finally, the third kingdom. Easl lied west of the two kingdoms and was a society based on intellect. Easlen armies would never attack, like a wild animal giving fresh food to a stranger. However they were strong, and if attacked, it would be comparable to poking a bear whilst it was asleep. However aligning the borders between humans, centaurs and the Easl was a great wall. The wall stood tens of meters high and tens of meters thick. It was build by the Easlen kingdom after the last invasion by the centaurs. Some 1000 years ago. Men patrolled the wall, which by human estimates, and centaur ones, meant a lot of men were at the arms of the Easlen kingdom. But now, all of that was frozen. Like a chapter in history, the great cold had frozen it in time, and only the men and women who lived in that chapter could ever tell the tale of the three empires.


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