I almost have this story ready to be checked out by an editor.
Keep in mind I am typing all of this part of the stroy of the top of my head so grammer and quality is watered down.
Here is a small peice:
The Village of Town Town (No name decided yet) IS a simple village of farmers, and merchants. The village's houses are made of straw and twig, the roads are nothing more than well beaten dirt, and the village its self is surrounded by a beautiful forrest (Forrest of Day). All is peaceful in this little village and things rarely go aray, but on this unforunate day firey arrows rained from the sky. Black billows of ash and brimstone billowed in a sign of its attackers, The Dark Age Knights. They came bursting from the smoke and ash with not even a war cry, cutting down the villagers with their rusted iron swords and axes. Their very pressence brought terror into the once peaceful villager's hearts. They could bore wholes into your soul with their firey red eyes, and they felt no pain for they themselves are nothing but ash and brimstone animating armour and weapons to their use to do whatever evil deed that needed to be done. There seemed to be no hope until a man clad in a black cloak wearing black leather armour come out of the forrest with a silver sheild and sword in hand cutting the Dark Age Knights down. With each slash, bash, and stab another of the Dark Demons burst into smoke and armour fell. The enemy seemed no match for him. Yet has the battle continued the myesterous warrior was quickly out numbered and quickly being overrun. He can see that thing are no longe going well so he retreats into the forrest of day. The Dark Age Knights do wont allow him to escape so they persue him through the woods. The man dashs through the tress dodging branchs and limbs and hoppnig roots at a amazing pace. The Knights pursue close behind but they are no where near as agile and their heavy cluncky armour slows them too much so it is not long before the man escapes his persuers. Once the man became satisfied that the knights gave up the chase he stopped in a clearing to catch his breath.
Keep in mind I am typing all of this part of the stroy of the top of my head so grammer and quality is watered down.
Here is a small peice:
The Village of Town Town (No name decided yet) IS a simple village of farmers, and merchants. The village's houses are made of straw and twig, the roads are nothing more than well beaten dirt, and the village its self is surrounded by a beautiful forrest (Forrest of Day). All is peaceful in this little village and things rarely go aray, but on this unforunate day firey arrows rained from the sky. Black billows of ash and brimstone billowed in a sign of its attackers, The Dark Age Knights. They came bursting from the smoke and ash with not even a war cry, cutting down the villagers with their rusted iron swords and axes. Their very pressence brought terror into the once peaceful villager's hearts. They could bore wholes into your soul with their firey red eyes, and they felt no pain for they themselves are nothing but ash and brimstone animating armour and weapons to their use to do whatever evil deed that needed to be done. There seemed to be no hope until a man clad in a black cloak wearing black leather armour come out of the forrest with a silver sheild and sword in hand cutting the Dark Age Knights down. With each slash, bash, and stab another of the Dark Demons burst into smoke and armour fell. The enemy seemed no match for him. Yet has the battle continued the myesterous warrior was quickly out numbered and quickly being overrun. He can see that thing are no longe going well so he retreats into the forrest of day. The Dark Age Knights do wont allow him to escape so they persue him through the woods. The man dashs through the tress dodging branchs and limbs and hoppnig roots at a amazing pace. The Knights pursue close behind but they are no where near as agile and their heavy cluncky armour slows them too much so it is not long before the man escapes his persuers. Once the man became satisfied that the knights gave up the chase he stopped in a clearing to catch his breath.
