The story of the first beginnings of the feud between these two groups of beings is odd. It started at (as some would say) the beginnings of time. Many believe the recidivist army was once a large, honest group of settlers, and that they built the foundations of the towns and villages we live in today. They had a simple democratic system, and they chose their own King, who at the time of this story was the great and powerful, king Jez. This particular person was a normal citizen before he was elected the title of king, or so it seemed. He was a kind and modest man, from a humble upbringing. There are some very strong reasons why this particular man was chosen. Jez had always been ostracized right from been a little lad. This was because of the rumours. As the rumours go, Jez was no ordinary little boy. People said that this particular boy had strange powers that were unconceivable to most. Those who vaguely knew him, kept well clear of the subject, but his closest friends knew the truth. When Jez was just 2 years old, he had been given a message in a dream. He had the dream on the 27th of July, which was his birthday. The message said, “I am your creator. I am giving you this message in the hope that you will fulfill your destiny, and save mankind from the ultimate doom. I have given you powers that no one could ever dream of, but you will only be able to use them, when the time is right. Only you will know when that time is. I have given you the power to wipe out hundreds of thousands of men or other creatures with the flick of a wrist, or the wave of a hand. You will be unstoppable! Some smaller powers have been given to you, as in this life, you will not be invincible. These powers will protect you within your first life. You will live as a normal human being, and when the time for your destiny arrives, you will be resurrected as the age you died in your first life. Once your destiny is completed, you can move freely in and out of any dimension. You will be able to move through time and space at your will. You will never forget this message”. As the future king grew up, he discovered some of his small powers, such as telepathy, telekinesis, and a brain with all the knowledge of the world! So the king grew to a tall strong potential leader. He had twins Andyman and Bob. Sadly Bob died at birth. Some years after Jezs' 22nd birthday, he was elected king. But like always, there were problems. Some of the disruptive people in the kingdom didn’t agree that the poor deserved any help. They also didn’t think that insane men and women, who had committed violent crimes, should be sent to prison, or punished at all! Men and women that had committed crimes were given a very fair trial, and then, if they were guilty, they were usually sent to prison at his majesty’s pleasure, which usually meant the excellent prisons would reform the prisoner in to a law abiding citizen, while treating them very nicely, then they would be released! But still, they said that if the demands they set weren’t carried out, they would riot! Now the king, who was worried, looked at the terms. The king was horrified to see that the filthy parchment that he had been given had ridiculous demands written in blood! Just one of them was "give up the throne, and give us all your possessions!" The kind King couldn’t agree. He knew that a lot of the villagers had been bribed or threatened into joining the rebels, and he knew, to keep his throne, he had to send his small but organized armies out to resist any riots. A terrified official announced the king’s decision. As the rebels promised, they rioted. The first thing they did was to kill the messenger, thus the saying! They marched a 10,000 strong rabble up an isthmus to the huge country and to the castle where they met the highly trained, but dramatically smaller 5000 strong army of the king’s soldiers, including the king himself. The battle lasted 44 hours and the casualties were immense, and although the Kings army was out numbered, they won. With 66 men still barely standing. The king had endured a serious wound to his right arm. He had broken two of his fingers on his left arm, and had multiply cut and bruises. The origination of the Kings men had pulled through, as the king had prayed. It was his only weapon, organization. The brave soldiers were honoured and knighted. Most of the solders later died in the first epidemic of the plague in the year 0001, leaving the survivors to be made into the Knights of the Round Table. Not many people know that there were these brave knights before the ones we all know today (as the Knights of the Round Table). Years passed. The king grew old and frail. He reached his 110th birthday before he passed away. His kingdom was passed to his sensible son Andyman who also ruled over 100 years. Kings and queens came and went. Until one day a man called Shamrun, who had grown up with the stories of the rebels, put the finishing touches to his plan. You see this was the great, great, great grandson of the ringleader who started the riots (Oavoc). This man was no ordinary mortal. He was a warlock! Shamrun had found the power in a group of stones he'd stumbled over one day when he was climbing a tree as a child. They had been embedded in the trunk of the ancient tree. He fumbled together a tool that resembled a hammer, and started to prise them out. They were encapsulated in fist size rocks, five in total. Since that day he had worked tirelessly to extract the power from the stones, until one day, on his 33rd birthday, he unleashed the evil power, and was immediately possessed by the magnitude of the supremacy. He learnt to be an evil warlock, and he trained for years. Shamrun had just finished a spell that would bring the long since dead rebels back to life! His ultimate goal was to rule the universe! He started the spell, but it only half worked. The rebels became half dead and half alive, making them almost immortal.
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It was an unexpected advantage for the evil sorcerer, and this meant trouble! It is said the only thing that could permanently kill them, were the mystic swords. The mystic swords were a group of a 100 swords made by the great King Jez. As you know, the king’s intellect was far superior to anyone before or after his time, so before he died, he took procedures in case anything like the events Shamrun had planned, took place. He had an idea that the descendent of Katron (the king’s personal wizard, like Merlin to King Arthur) would be evil, because Katron was good, and good and evil usually came in cycles. So the old king Jez, made the 100 swords, and asked Katron to create a blocking charm to contain any spells created by a descending warlock! By now the king ruling the Empire of Jez (as it had been named in 1022) had deserted his people. They had turned into murderers and general criminals, but only because of the conditions they had been put under. The people had to kill to survive, and a lot of them were cannibals! But when the criminals found out from a spy called Sneggy that a plot was unfolding to kill them all, they united and formed the army of recidivists. A family called the Gammage's led the way. They trained and became very, very strong and organized. They discovered the swords and their uses. Each sword was engraved with the ancient language of Jezjon, which was the native language at the time of the great king Jez It was said, that only 10 of the recidivists’ HUGE population could speak the ancient language. It took the people years to track all 10 of them down. Once the 10 had been found, another problem arose. Each sword had a different section of the language, but fate would have it that each one of the 10 could speak 10 different parts of the strange, but amazing language. Time passed, and as the warlock was preparing to attack the army, which was at full strength, a dark cloud started to form in the sky. A horrific silence crept across the land, and people began to worry the time was coming! The recidivist army waited for just under a week once the cloud appeared, and then the living dead rebels from the past were called; the army of recidivists went into battle! They fought and won their first battle with ease. The army was suspicious, and the elders wondered if the warlock was testing the Recidivists. They were right. The warlock kept calling more undead rebels. The human army was getting weaker, but the old and new generations came to fight the on going battle. As the years rolled by, and the war continued, the old warlock passed the book of spells and all its evil onto his son who was, if it was possible, worse that his father! To this present day the struggle has continued and now another battle seems to have broken out in the field of Bob. The army of the Gammage who are better know as the recidivist army (meaning: an army of criminals) were standing on the opposite bank. This was a stand off! They charged! The Gammage’s recidivist army knew they were outnumbered and the evil sorcerer knew that his day had come, and although the battle was long and wearisome the evil sorcerers undead army was ruling supreme. Then something amazing happened. An old man with long white hair and beard and a crooked stick walked out into the battlefield. Neither side of soldiers knew quite what to do, but eventually the evil sorcerer told his men to kill him. Many of the recidivist army, gallant as they were jumped in to try and save the old man but they were useless against the large and near-invincible men of the evil sorcerer. Finally there was no one left in the army but the Gammage’s themselves and the strange, bearded old man. The battle stalled for a moment, and in that moment the old man lifted his crooked stick in the air and muttered an incantation in Jezjon. Almost immediately the dead and injured of the recidivist army rose from the battlefield and flew, unceremoniously to safety. Then the old man spoke in English, he said, "I am the noble King Jez. I have come here in my people’s time of need to save a dying kind. You undead are untouchable to this meek army led by the courageous Gammage’s, who have been kind to me, my people and all who have walked on this land, however I am untouchable to you and your leader. I can and will banish you to a land from which you may never escape, no matter how skilled the next evil sorcerer." And with that the old man waived his stick in the air once more and this time shouted at the top of his voice another Jezjon incantation and the undead army and the evil sorcerer faded away into a cloud of mist. The old man walked to the place where the injured and dead had been sent and he raised his stick one final time and muttered another incantation, with this the dead were once more alive and the injured were again fit. The old man then turned to the eldest Gammage and said "I must leave you now. I have no doubt you are worthy of my throne and it shall be yours, and then it shall belong to your eldest. The throne shall be on the field of Bob and this day will be remembered forever as Independence Day and celebrated by the tw@ts in America as if it were their own. After that democracy will once again rule. However you have the task of making these criminals men once more." And with that the old man walked into the mist that only minutes before the undead had vanished into.
lol. People people! PLease dont be dissing the legend of 'The Battle!' It is an extreamly woeful tale of upset and teoment, and them soilders helped form the world we live in today! [mylord] lol BOW! BOOOOOOOOOW!
Wooow...I just tried to read this topic, but damn.....*blinking eyes* ... Andy ; use paragraphs, and a more readable font!! [v] sheeeezzz.....gotta take a break now.
The Battle!
