Post by Red Corsairs on Feb 9, 2008 7:06:07 GMT
Okay, please forget my Melkors defeat thread. Storyline made no sense in the end so I had to forget about making a story from the past events of LOTR and decided to change my storyline completely. The new Story is called 'Rise to Evil'.
I will now explain the story and roughly what will lead to key events etc.
It is set in the future times after the events of the Third Age.
"In the now happy land of Middle-Earth an incredibly large storm of un-natural size appears from the docks of the Grey Havens. Destruction and death happens wherever it is sighted."
Another quick explanation of another area of the story.
"The evil of Dharseck is spreading across all Middle-Earth! We can take no more chances with you, you leave now, or stay to your doom!"
There's a couple of brief exlanations of the storyline. You'll have to work out the rest for yourself . I have wrote the beggining of the Prologue and am very happy with it so far, here is the Prologue as it stands so far:
Prologue
“Guards!”
“No! Wait, it’s not a lie. I’m being serious. There is a huge storm coming and you need to prepare for it. It’s already taken Rohan by surprise and burnt down Half of Ed…”
“Shut up! Guards, get this madman away from me, now!”
Fountain Court guard came rushing in and tried to seize the skinny tramp, but there was more power behind him than there looked. The old man retaliated furiously, knocking one guard to the ground and pushing the other backwards.
“Please, just listen to me for a minute my Lord! Your going to regret it if you don’t,” shouted the old man as he kicked another guard in the privates. “Lord Tyco! You must prepare for this storm now, or the same will happen to Gondor.”
The Kings’ shiny green eyes stared at the old man as if he had not been listening to anything the man was saying. More and more guards flooded into the hall, but Tyco was too busy trying to figure out where he had seen this man before.
“Wait a minute, I know you…” but the King was interrupted by a loud bang at the doors. Two of the guards left their position to see who it was but before they reached the doors, Borothend of the Citadel guard opened the doors and stepped in.
“Father, a storm approaches the city. What would you like me to do?”
“What!? You mean what this man speaks of is true? How can this possibly be happening? I demand you explain exactly what happened to Rohan,” asked the King as he turned his head from Borothend to look at the old man.
“Where did he go?” asked one of the smallest and youngest of the guards. “It’s almost as if he just disappeared right out of thin air!”
King Tyco was furious at this point. He stood up and left his perfectly carved throne to walk up to Borothend. “I need you to try and evacuate as many of the people as you can to the mountains, I will meet you there.”
“But –“
“Go! You can do this son, I know you can. You just have to try.”
With no further argument, Borothend left the Great Hall with much regret. He knew that he was walking to his doom and his father didn’t care the slightest.
*
I will now explain the story and roughly what will lead to key events etc.
It is set in the future times after the events of the Third Age.
"In the now happy land of Middle-Earth an incredibly large storm of un-natural size appears from the docks of the Grey Havens. Destruction and death happens wherever it is sighted."
Another quick explanation of another area of the story.
"The evil of Dharseck is spreading across all Middle-Earth! We can take no more chances with you, you leave now, or stay to your doom!"
There's a couple of brief exlanations of the storyline. You'll have to work out the rest for yourself . I have wrote the beggining of the Prologue and am very happy with it so far, here is the Prologue as it stands so far:
Prologue
“Guards!”
“No! Wait, it’s not a lie. I’m being serious. There is a huge storm coming and you need to prepare for it. It’s already taken Rohan by surprise and burnt down Half of Ed…”
“Shut up! Guards, get this madman away from me, now!”
Fountain Court guard came rushing in and tried to seize the skinny tramp, but there was more power behind him than there looked. The old man retaliated furiously, knocking one guard to the ground and pushing the other backwards.
“Please, just listen to me for a minute my Lord! Your going to regret it if you don’t,” shouted the old man as he kicked another guard in the privates. “Lord Tyco! You must prepare for this storm now, or the same will happen to Gondor.”
The Kings’ shiny green eyes stared at the old man as if he had not been listening to anything the man was saying. More and more guards flooded into the hall, but Tyco was too busy trying to figure out where he had seen this man before.
“Wait a minute, I know you…” but the King was interrupted by a loud bang at the doors. Two of the guards left their position to see who it was but before they reached the doors, Borothend of the Citadel guard opened the doors and stepped in.
“Father, a storm approaches the city. What would you like me to do?”
“What!? You mean what this man speaks of is true? How can this possibly be happening? I demand you explain exactly what happened to Rohan,” asked the King as he turned his head from Borothend to look at the old man.
“Where did he go?” asked one of the smallest and youngest of the guards. “It’s almost as if he just disappeared right out of thin air!”
King Tyco was furious at this point. He stood up and left his perfectly carved throne to walk up to Borothend. “I need you to try and evacuate as many of the people as you can to the mountains, I will meet you there.”
“But –“
“Go! You can do this son, I know you can. You just have to try.”
With no further argument, Borothend left the Great Hall with much regret. He knew that he was walking to his doom and his father didn’t care the slightest.
*