Zekec
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Introduction
The screen would fade to black before it opened up to a clear sky, with dotted clouds around the landscape. Suddenly a huge winged creature would fly by and momentarily cover the screen. The camera would follow the horse-sized bird as it dived downward, into a battlefield. As the bird picks up a human soldier and takes to the skies, the camera moves to the left and zooms in on a fight between a Wood Elf woman with daggers and a well-armored male human. The Wood Elf was agile and quick, yet the human was well armored and easily deflected most of her attacks. The camera would start to move across the battle field and the human stabs the woman in the torso. As the camera zoomed crossed the battlefield, which was a relatively open field, with the start of a forest on the left, hundreds of warriors were seen battling. In the distance in front of the camera, the great ocean could be seen. The camera would inch closer and closer to the shore right before it looked to the sky to see a giant ball of flaming rock land on it, and the screen goes to black. The words 'Figments of Fantasia' appeared on the screen with, blood dripping off of the golden letters.
Post Introduction ((You cannot remember the introduction past here, so don't reference it))
The air was warm and bitter inside the room. Stale as if it was there for years. Dirt littered the wooden floors, with mice and rats of all sizes scurrying across them. In the room, there were more than a dozen prisoners, all locked by metal chains on their arms and legs, unconscious. People of all walks of life were prisoners- snow elves, dwarves, even a few gnomes. But most of them were wood elves and humans. Talking could be heard on the top deck, but anyone on the bottom deck could not make the words out, except the expert hearing of elves. To the common man, it was obvious they were on a ship, the smell of salt water and the rocking and creaking of the ship they were in. Standing in the opposing side of the room, stood a stout figure, not able to be seen but it's glowing red eyes, staring at the prisoners. One by one, the prisoners started to wake up, and the figure just stood there. The only light was a single beam shining through an inch-wide hole in the ship wall, where dust could be seen in the light of it. The prisoners were dressed in ripped and torn rags of a shirt and pants, which were a brown tone. Their faces covered in dirt, and the occasional rat crawled over their legs. Sounds of war could be heard in the distance- cannonballs primarily, with a few clashing of swords as the ship inched closer to the shore.
The stout figure that loomed over them banged on the wooden wall, and suddenly it got quiet on the top deck. Footsteps could be heard moving across the top deck and then down creaking steps.
The screen would fade to black before it opened up to a clear sky, with dotted clouds around the landscape. Suddenly a huge winged creature would fly by and momentarily cover the screen. The camera would follow the horse-sized bird as it dived downward, into a battlefield. As the bird picks up a human soldier and takes to the skies, the camera moves to the left and zooms in on a fight between a Wood Elf woman with daggers and a well-armored male human. The Wood Elf was agile and quick, yet the human was well armored and easily deflected most of her attacks. The camera would start to move across the battle field and the human stabs the woman in the torso. As the camera zoomed crossed the battlefield, which was a relatively open field, with the start of a forest on the left, hundreds of warriors were seen battling. In the distance in front of the camera, the great ocean could be seen. The camera would inch closer and closer to the shore right before it looked to the sky to see a giant ball of flaming rock land on it, and the screen goes to black. The words 'Figments of Fantasia' appeared on the screen with, blood dripping off of the golden letters.
Post Introduction ((You cannot remember the introduction past here, so don't reference it))
The air was warm and bitter inside the room. Stale as if it was there for years. Dirt littered the wooden floors, with mice and rats of all sizes scurrying across them. In the room, there were more than a dozen prisoners, all locked by metal chains on their arms and legs, unconscious. People of all walks of life were prisoners- snow elves, dwarves, even a few gnomes. But most of them were wood elves and humans. Talking could be heard on the top deck, but anyone on the bottom deck could not make the words out, except the expert hearing of elves. To the common man, it was obvious they were on a ship, the smell of salt water and the rocking and creaking of the ship they were in. Standing in the opposing side of the room, stood a stout figure, not able to be seen but it's glowing red eyes, staring at the prisoners. One by one, the prisoners started to wake up, and the figure just stood there. The only light was a single beam shining through an inch-wide hole in the ship wall, where dust could be seen in the light of it. The prisoners were dressed in ripped and torn rags of a shirt and pants, which were a brown tone. Their faces covered in dirt, and the occasional rat crawled over their legs. Sounds of war could be heard in the distance- cannonballs primarily, with a few clashing of swords as the ship inched closer to the shore.
The stout figure that loomed over them banged on the wooden wall, and suddenly it got quiet on the top deck. Footsteps could be heard moving across the top deck and then down creaking steps.