Community Heretic Story

Thousands of years ago, in a twisted dimension, on a forgotten world, there once waged the battle of Good and Evil. This is the beginning of that battle.

The City of the Damned
The city lies before you in ruins. Your family, your friends, your life, has been decimated by the cruel intentions of an evil mage named D'Sparil. This city has nnow been taken over by the myriad demons, monsters, and undead who form D'Sparil's army. With your magical staff in hand, and vengeance in mind, you step through the gates into.....The City of the Damned.

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The buiding befor you burn. Black smoke chokes the sun. You stomic turns in knots. The smell of death is evey ware. Chokeing down bile, you walk slowly. You know an ambush can come at any time. You here a cry for help. You start to run twords the voice. The path leeds to the center of this damned town........

As you head towards the heart of the city, the cry turns into a distorted howl of rage. From the corner of your eye you spot a flaming red gargoyle high in the sky, sailing above the holocaust below. It sees you and proceeds to scream in rage at your presence. You whirl around and look up into the darkened sky, where the sun no longer penetrates. You search for the gargoyle in the whirling mass of black cloud and smoke in the sky, and you find what you're looking for. A bright red comet comes streaking towards you, and you raise your staff to fire. Fire, you command the staff mentally. The staff responds by sending out a bolt of bright golden energy, the head of the staff glowing with ethereal energy.
The bolt slams into the demon, which cries out in agony. Of course, now it is angrier, and screams once more over the whistling wind and the sound of fire consuming nearby buildings.
The demon raises one of its paws into the air, and you see a ball of fire take place into its hand, which it then proceeds to throw your way at a startling speed. You dodge to the left, and command the staff mentally to fire again. The staff obeys and another bright golden bolt of energy slams into the beast, which is killed. Its body drops to the ground from high in the air, hitting the earth with a sickening thud. The gargoyle twists and turns a few last times, and gives you a look of utter hatred before he dies. You wipe the sweat from your brow and proceed towards The Citadel....

The doors fly open - indeed, you're now standing inside of the unholy citadel. A foul stench lingers in the air and silent moans consume your head with disturbing thoughts. Voices spread in a rhythmic pattern, one right after the other, each one more haunting than the last. You firmly grasp your staff and begin walking further into the citadel.

Your eyes narrow, as the doors suddenly slam tighty shut behind you. Fire bursts out from every corner of the hallway and fresh corpses emerge from the ground. Mummy-like creatures begin growling and staring at you with crimson eyes, so evil, that your mind grows fairly unstable. As a dozen of them lumber to where you're standing, you can't seem to use your staff - you're mind must first begin to grasp reality once again...

...and then you hear the horrible loud voice that tears apart your ears:

- Muahahahahhahahahhaa!!!

and then silence falls and the world around you transforms into static, dead, eternal realm...