James Blackthorne
Published: 2014-07-28
Total Pages: 351
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The author James Blackthorne portrays his characters as having a strong fighting spirit. The main emphasis is on a character referred to as Bardson Wolfe. He is the son of the grand wizard Leon Davith. Bard is a Glorious Golum that faces overwhelming odds in this well-placed adventure. The bronze Golum remains true to his ideals and takes a firm commitment to his father despite every setback. Leon returned to the room with the large mirror. The pen was still lying on the desk. He sat down with his son Bard and explained how generations upon generations born into the Black Army culture, rose to die. None questioned it, none cared, and their culture was founded around the ideal of slaughter, of merciless battle. They knew nothing of cities, save for the ones they razed, and when none would challenge or oppose them in their great power, they would challenge themselves, battling their own ranks for the sake of maintaining the slaughter. Eventually this self-sustaining death machine, this device of war, mutated into the ones that were known today as the Black Army The Army was the result of the chaotic masses suddenly coming. Some called them the black ones, others, Shadow lords. None dared to call them a friend. It was here that battle was fought daily, not for the sake of any ideal or concept, but due to the sheer boredom the armies had amassed for many ages, long since born into the culture of war, a civilization forged from death. new lord was proclaimed. A far more savage, brutal, and intelligent lord than the Black Army could have ever hoped for. And this new high general began creating a bastion for the otherwise vagrant army of darkness, and once it had been devised, he took a name fitting his status and power. Malakaezar the Black Dragon, head of the army of darkness. But he wasn't content to merely let his army settle into the Dark Continent as his predecessor had, and hungrily, this rogue turned his gaze to the lands beyond, licking his lips at the unfazed lands just Bardson Wolfe the high golem was up to. Screaming as those heads fell over them, the black warriors perished then and there at the hands of the Sarganatas Hydra, a horrific monster that planted itself into the ground, waiting for prey to come to it. Born to destroy, born to kill, raised from the youngest available age to kill or be killed, to devote oneself to senseless bloodshed. And no god could hold sway over their hearts. They knew, for many were those who had been attacked by divine magic intended to sway their hearts away from what the majority of the warriors considered to be their true purpose. However, to a black warrior, such as divine magic was simply considered a jest, for gods could never exist within their hearts. They were immune to holy intervention, though it had been tried many times. Most, if not all the warriors were so resilient to divine magic and spells that a single warrior could weather out a smite spell, considered to be the strongest of Divine Magic because the God connected to it was the one attacking.
