History of Wintertown - The Beginning

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The Beginning

As scribed by Subzero

The Life of Winter Town was peacefull, The Mayor awoke with a start to the sounds of chickens scurrying for cover as The carter hurriedly drove his cart to the center of town. He had to hurry before the choice spots in the village square were taken by other Merchants and Farmers. Malion, squire to Sir Jarul brought breakfast and clean clothes for his master. After a quick meal of bread, cheese and ale, Sir Jarul dressed and made his way downstairs to his already waiting horse. Mounting his horse, he made his way out onto the street and towards the Citadel, The Towns Main Keep built in the mountain. He would be planning the days jousting tournament with Lord Toras. Trotting his horse down the already crowded streets, he made his way past the armourer, who was repairing a helmet damaged the day before. On past the baker with the sweet smelling bread. Past the Church, with the sounds of monks chanting morning worship. Sheep scattered from the road as he made his way down the path to the fields below.

The fields were drenched in the smell of fresh fruit, wheat, cron, and various other types of harvest. Famers worked the fields with Pride just as the forgers of Zir did thier metal. Jarul made his way past the famers and smiled as he leaned back to look upon the Days beauty and smells. The citadel sounds echoed thru the valley, squires training with thier Masters, Knights and Generals talked Tactics and pages ran neverously all around. Blacksmiths forged the blunted swords for the days events, taking great pride as they forged thier special signatures and flaws that made the swords special to them. Across the way, carpenders formed the long shafts for the lances. Everyone was working hard and fast for thier goals to be reached, they had little idea what was soon to happen.

The Days Events began quickly and many people traveled the land to come to the Events. The Citadel was the largest Outpost in the lands and very strongly protected. Jarul knew he was soon to take comand of the balista weapons. Known as some of the most lethal weapons in the lands Jarul always dreamed of comanding them.

He went about his registration and joined in on the activities. The events hit full pace around Noon and Many Combatants were happy with thier Ranking. Jugglers and Mimes, as well as jesters held the crowds attentions during breaks of events. Fire eaters and cooked pork help find others with break time events. The Forgers worked hard so they could sell thier weapons nd wares to the crowd by stating how "Thier Champions donned only Thier Armour and weapons"

Life was grand.

As the tourney went on, Deep within the Citadel the air went cold and full of static. Bright lights erupted as Deamon Guards swarmed in and took ou the Prison guards. Deamon Sorcerers and Shaman teleported as many of the troops that would fit on the lower levels. Deamon spies had done their jobs well. The Deamons forces swiftly took out the prison guards and slaughtered the prisoners releaseing any who would fight for them.

Slowly like a sickness the Deamons swarmed up and down the halls and passages of the Citadel, all who was in the way of the warriors were cleaved in two or struck down. No one outside the Citadel knew of the On goings for there was no Warning. A Few raids now and Then but nothing on this scale or magnitude.

Finally a sole page escaped outside the Citadel his screams alerted the fair goers but was cut short by a arrow. The Combatants ran to the building only to be met by the Large steel doors that keep them safe too at one time. Deamons seamed to be everywhere and sure of their target. Unfortuneatly the defenders did not know. As the Assult Continued a large group of Fighters banded together and cut a path through the Deamon onslaught allowing 3 Messengers loose to get out to the 3 other Townships to bring help to the aid of Wintertowns Citidal.

After What it seamed weeks of Fighting, The troops camped outside the Citadel and On the Top of the Hill just outside the town, torches burned bright to light up the paths and to allow the scouts to see any spys or ambushes. It had been Days since the Deamons Sent any of their troops from the Citadel and None of the Mortal forces could break into the mountain stronghold. It was sealed shut. The Deamons Attack was quiet strategic.

Sneak into the Citadel and set up teleport spots. Deamons taken prisoners during raids held onto crystals to allow comrades to port to them. The prisoners taken captive was mostly Comanding officers who were under the guise of footmen. With thier memory of the routes and differnt areas seen in the Citadel It was no problem for them to lead their men to key locations. Taking out the Comanders of the Stronghold with thier own men sitting outside at the Tornement . And now with the largest Stronghold of the lands under thier Control The Deamons sat inside and let out well rested fighters while the army of defenders sat outside with Little protection and no rest at all. The Deamons decapitated men and tossed thier heads into catapolts to use as shot agaisnt the Defenders..The Deamons where truely winning.

On the 3rd week of combat and one week of rest the doors to the Citadel opened slowly, The defenders gathered to thier feet and watched as 3 tall figures steped out into the courtyard. The Figures walked to the edge of the Field looking up to the Men gathered atop the hill looking down upon them. Elven archers and marksmen notched arrows while others watched through scopes. These figures where never seen before. and with heavly armoured bodies they looked to be almost twice the size of the Normal Deamons Soldiers.

"I am the Deamon General, you all have lost this war. Tis Best and leave us to this Citadel it is ours, and it will remain as such. Any further attempt to retrieve it will end with your destruction. You have been warned." A loud roar erupted from the fields, Hordes of Deamons Howled and roared and cheered on thier comanders. Pangol, looked upon his comander, "Comander, These mortals are just but flees to the mut. May I dispatch of them and save thier tormment they are about to recieve." "No Pangol, We shall allow this to show them or strength. we do not move till they do." the Deamon General's eyes fixed upon his. Knowing that hatred deep inside grows inside Pangol.

"You have much to learn though your powers are strong, your mind is not. Listen to my Comands and you will replace me one day just as I." The Deamon General steped aside and talked with his other aid. "Ruthalis What is your information from your squad". "We fare well sir they dont know of our contacts with the other Races" The Dark Elfs have sided with us and will fight if need be. Though their Queen and he Aids are worse than Pangol Sir." A nod was all that was given as the General glanced to Look At Pangol, who was still transfixed upon the Hilltop.






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			The Beginning *As scribed by Subzero*


			The Life of Winter Town was peacefull, The Mayor awoke with a start to the sounds of chickens scurrying for cover as The carter hurriedly drove his cart to the center of town. He had to hurry before the choice spots in the village square were taken by other Merchants and Farmers. Malion, squire to Sir Jarul brought breakfast and clean clothes for his master. After a quick meal of bread, cheese and ale, Sir Jarul dressed and made his way downstairs to his already waiting horse. Mounting his horse, he made his way out onto the street and towards the Citadel, The Towns Main Keep built in the mountain. He would be planning the days jousting tournament with Lord Toras. Trotting his horse down the already crowded streets, he made his way past the armourer, who was repairing a helmet damaged the day before. On past the baker with the sweet smelling bread. Past the Church, with the sounds of monks chanting morning worship. Sheep scattered from the road as he made his way down the path to the fields below. The fields were drenched in the smell of fresh fruit, wheat, cron, and various other types of harvest. Famers worked the fields with Pride just as the forgers of Zir did thier metal. Jarul made his way past the famers and smiled as he leaned back to look upon the Days beauty and smells. The citadel sounds echoed thru the valley, squires training with thier Masters, Knights and Generals talked Tactics and pages ran neverously all around. Blacksmiths forged the blunted swords for the days events, taking great pride as they forged thier special signatures and flaws that made the swords special to them. Across the way, carpenders formed the long shafts for the lances. Everyone was working hard and fast for thier goals to be reached, they had little idea what was soon to happen. The Days Events began quickly and many people traveled the land to come to the Events. The Citadel was the largest Outpost in the lands and very strongly protected. Jarul knew he was soon to take comand of the balista weapons. Known as some of the most lethal weapons in the lands Jarul always dreamed of comanding them. He went about his registration and joined in on the activities. The events hit full pace around Noon and Many Combatants were happy with thier Ranking. Jugglers and Mimes, as well as jesters held the crowds attentions during breaks of events. Fire eaters and cooked pork help find others with break time events. The Forgers worked hard so they could sell thier weapons nd wares to the crowd by stating how "Thier Champions donned only Thier Armour and weapons" Life was grand. As the tourney went on, Deep within the Citadel the air went cold and full of static. Bright lights erupted as Deamon Guards swarmed in and took ou the Prison guards. Deamon Sorcerers and Shaman teleported as many of the troops that would fit on the lower levels. Deamon spies had done their jobs well. The Deamons forces swiftly took out the prison guards and slaughtered the prisoners releaseing any who would fight for them. Slowly like a sickness the Deamons swarmed up and down the halls and passages of the Citadel, all who was in the way of the warriors were cleaved in two or struck down. No one outside the Citadel knew of the On goings for there was no Warning. A Few raids now and Then but nothing on this scale or magnitude. Finally a sole page escaped outside the Citadel his screams alerted the fair goers but was cut short by a arrow. The Combatants ran to the building only to be met by the Large steel doors that keep them safe too at one time. Deamons seamed to be everywhere and sure of their target. Unfortuneatly the defenders did not know. As the Assult Continued a large group of Fighters banded together and cut a path through the Deamon onslaught allowing 3 Messengers loose to get out to the 3 other Townships to bring help to the aid of Wintertowns Citidal. After What it seamed weeks of Fighting, The troops camped outside the Citadel and On the Top of the Hill just outside the town, torches burned bright to light up the paths and to allow the scouts to see any spys or ambushes. It had been Days since the Deamons Sent any of their troops from the Citadel and None of the Mortal forces could break into the mountain stronghold. It was sealed shut. The Deamons Attack was quiet strategic. Sneak into the Citadel and set up teleport spots. Deamons taken prisoners during raids held onto crystals to allow comrades to port to them. The prisoners taken captive was mostly Comanding officers who were under the guise of footmen. With thier memory of the routes and differnt areas seen in the Citadel It was no problem for them to lead their men to key locations. Taking out the Comanders of the Stronghold with thier own men sitting outside at the Tornement . And now with the largest Stronghold of the lands under thier Control The Deamons sat inside and let out well rested fighters while the army of defenders sat outside with Little protection and no rest at all. The Deamons decapitated men and tossed thier heads into catapolts to use as shot agaisnt the Defenders..The Deamons where truely winning. On the 3rd week of combat and one week of rest the doors to the Citadel opened slowly, The defenders gathered to thier feet and watched as 3 tall figures steped out into the courtyard. The Figures walked to the edge of the Field looking up to the Men gathered atop the hill looking down upon them. Elven archers and marksmen notched arrows while others watched through scopes. These figures where never seen before. and with heavly armoured bodies they looked to be almost twice the size of the Normal Deamons Soldiers. "I am the Deamon General, you all have lost this war. Tis Best and leave us to this Citadel it is ours, and it will remain as such. Any further attempt to retrieve it will end with your destruction. You have been warned." A loud roar erupted from the fields, Hordes of Deamons Howled and roared and cheered on thier comanders. Pangol, looked upon his comander, "Comander, These mortals are just but flees to the mut. May I dispatch of them and save thier tormment they are about to recieve." "No Pangol, We shall allow this to show them or strength. we do not move till they do." the Deamon General's eyes fixed upon his. Knowing that hatred deep inside grows inside Pangol. "You have much to learn though your powers are strong, your mind is not. Listen to my Comands and you will replace me one day just as I." The Deamon General steped aside and talked with his other aid. "Ruthalis What is your information from your squad". "We fare well sir they dont know of our contacts with the other Races" The Dark Elfs have sided with us and will fight if need be. Though their Queen and he Aids are worse than Pangol Sir." A nod was all that was given as the General glanced to Look At Pangol, who was still transfixed upon the Hilltop.