Arridian Empire Prologue The wind whips sand into the eyes of the Arridian, the barren landscape filling the minds of the men with ideas for the future, the leader, the glorious and powerful Zorrun, The Dragonis, stands up. Tall for a 13 year old. But much older than any in the mind. “Men, today is a monumental day, today we claim this land as ours!” The men cheer, Zorrun steps towards the sandy grassland, and pulls out his axe. “It is time” He says. Chapter 1: 6/17/15 6:30 Am (The Arridian Capital) “We are running late sir” A young man says to the leader, Zorrun. “No doubt” he says, calm as his robes swish against the ground. “Never fear, Gaines can wait.” “Very well sir, he will be displeased” The man says, obviously hating to be the one to tell The Architect himself. “Remember, Gaines isn’t the only one who can build here, I am skilled myself, I crafted these halls myself, from the barren land that we inhabited.” “Touché..” “Hah touché, thats right.” “Have you heard from the worker leader yet sir?” “No, hush now we are entering the conference room now” Zorrun says quietly. “Very well sir”. All falls silent as Zorrun and the young man enter the room. The Architect, Gaines, looks furious but silent from the other corner of the room. “Men, Gaines, friends. Today we stand upon a virtue like no other. When I entered these lands with my tribal members, visionaries of mansions great and large scattered among the land entered. They were built. We are now in a new age, an age of revolution and technology. If we wish to come into contact with the other nations of this mighty world, we must be prepared with more than our swords and bows. These, miss..missles? Gaines how do you pronounce this?” Zorrun shows Gaines a slip of paper. “Missiles sir. Missiles, very much like arrows armed with explosives attached to them, and military machines. We must have these in order to come into contact with the world.” Gaines says, anger fading from his eyes, replaced with a calm assurance. “ Very well Gaines, meeting adjourned, we have much to do in the coming weeks and months” Door closed, Zorrun walks out, brushes off his robes and walks to his home.
6/20/15 9:00 am The Lord Dragonis' Vault Numbers spit from the computer, Gaines & Zorrun stood side by side, examining the readings. Zorrun's eyes glowed bright white, his magic being used to decioher the complex text. "Gaines, see this section" He pointed to a section of the paper reading, "77B58, Lord Quart Broken, Prison" "What does this mean? Who is this Lord Quart?" Zorrun asked Gaines. "I do not know my lord, let me check the maps." Gaines walked over to the maps covering the walls of all Rising & Legacy nations. He pointed to a prison, in the land of Piville. "This is where it came from, Lord Quart was the former tyrannical leader of the Nation Piville. Now @314 is the leader. They were just at war with these.. Union people, so it seems, governed by @Exilenela and @clou44 I do not know what to think." "Gaines. They are a military powerhouse, if I know anything from my research, these people are foes to be reckoned with. Have your men and engineers construct a high tech laboratory and factory. Make sure to follow our new theme." "Sir, the land has not been prepped for building until another week! We cannot do this yet, by all means I can set up a temporary lab, and get the land preparation complete.. but until then, nothing can be done. Sir, what in the laboratory and factory do you want to be produced?" Gaines asked, knowing the answer. "Gaines, 5 of your finest land missiles, I can provide whatever it costs. Start designing tanks for us to use. This is a concern we have to reckon. Here in our area, we are concealed, but once we engage in war, there is no telling who will find us." Zorrun said.
