Kingdom of the Seas

Presenting:

Kingdom of the Seas​

A part of EBM productions​

Contents:


I. Preface


II. Chapter 1: The beginning


a. Part 1: A new Hope
b. Part 2: The past
c. Part 3: Another Revolution
d. Part 4: Not a step back
e. Part 5: The soothsayer


Special note: I'll add more as the story goes on

III. Acknowledgement


I. Preface


This is my 1st story for the year. Like the previous ones, this will not go unfinished. This time we'll concentrate on bringing the details to life, the clarity of the cast and their opportunities. I will also used so idioms here so if you don't undertand it, just post.

Sometimes I'll provide additional info, sometimes, just post. I'll answer it. But if you like us to have more bonds, and if you have World in Conflict, you can add me to your friends list. I'll also provide game saves at SELECTED chapters. Not all chapters have save files. I'll also provide screenshots at SELECTED chapters also, some chapters are NOT in the game.

Hope you have fun reading this!

II. Chapter 1: The Beginning


Part 1: A New Hope


"Give me more!" Joshua shouted as he munched his dinner. Like any other tribal warchiefs, he rule with an iron fist. A despot and a full dictator, he had rotten attitudes. Like a spoiled child, what he wants, he gets. That was the rule of the people in those days. The weak will be helpless and the strong will become stronger. "Bring in the girls!" he again shouted as he ate another mouthful of food. The people, which we're all angry with the warchief's behavior, are all willing to revolt, but unfortunately, they can't find anyone with the right attitude that they want to be a king. They will need a king that is vigorious, that will propel their tribe to new heights. Also, a revelation came that the next leader will have a scar on his left shoulder. Another hopeless year had passed....


A picture of old tribal huts


A picture of Joshua the Despot sketched by the great artist Kona in graphite form

Unaware to their knowledge, someone came ashore in a wooden, makeshift raft. He was a good captain of a galley, but alas, his ship was wrecked by a terrible storm. His crew all died. He was the only to survive that faithful stormy night 2 weeks ago. The foating remains of his ship, as well as some ropes from his town, he made a makeshift raft. His clothes, including the goods, he made into sails. It set sailed to the unknown waters, hoping to reach a new land sometime soon. It floated helplessly. That was just a small part of his life.


Alexander's boat when it was still at work and tests.

He awoke ashore. A bright new sun rose from the ground. "Safe at last!" as he shouted, his heart leaped with joy. Although his battered body was very weak, he struggled to get to a nearby tall tree. A mysterious one for him but to the locals, it's called coconut tree. His very desperate stomach and the desire to get food raised his morale to climb that tree. He struggled to get up that tree. He picked one coconut and cut it in half, then he slowly descended. At last for his very first time to drink water the past weeks ago but it was just in a form of juice. He also ate what he called "meat" of that coconut. His body was nourished. He was ready to explore. Unfortunately the sun slowly set down. He quickly gathered some firewood.

While he was make some fire, a fisherman named Celo came ashore with a boatful of fish. He was a simple fisherman that lives a simple life at this simple island full of simple people but have a bad despotic ruler. He saw the captain making fire. He said "Who are you?", the captain replied "I am captain Alexander, my boat was wrecked by a storm, and I'm marooned on this island. Can you help me?". He saw Alexander's scar on the left shoulder. He said "You are the chosen one, let me introduce you to your people"...


TO BE CONTINUED......

Next chapter Q's:

Will the rebels win?
A: Just read it in the next update

How interesting is Alexander's past?
A: Very interesting...

Next Chapter Spoilers *If you don't wanna spoil the thrill, don't read this!!!*

I like it so far. Don't give up! I want to read more.

Thanks! I'll update it as soon as possible!

Nice screenshots, keep up the good work. I do love wasting away the hours with good old yarns like this.

Part 2: The Past

"Wait Celo!" Alexander shouted. "Venturing the woods at night is dangerous, let's stay here."

"I agree with you." Celo replied.

As they create rub the two stones together with their bear hands, they create fire, the most advance "thing" in that time. As Alexander watched the campfire, Celo asked "Tell me about yourself, O chosen one." and He replied as he threw a stone to the water "I am Alexander, son of the great chieftain Philip from a distant land of deserts, oasis and other bizarre nature. I came to your lands accidentally to trade, as the eastern winds blow my sails to this direction." "Okay..." Celo replied confused "Tell me more about your scar and how did you get here."


the campfire as the night got darker

"I got this scar from a barbarian warrior who attacked our village. I still remembered the horrible things that had happened that night. I woke up that night because I couldn't sleep. Suddenly, the flag of the Nine Oxtails was raised and the battle horn sounded, little I know that the barbarians are attacking us. Warriors after warrior armed themselves to the teeth as our scouts reported that the barbarians will be here in an hour. I also armed myself and got into my trusty steed, riding away as my mother weeps. My father told the village women and children to evacuate now, and he tasked me as the escorter. I brought ten men with me, escorting the tribe was no easy task. I left the tribe with ten warriors and hurried back to save my father. The fight is still raging on, and the barbarians are almost overwhelming us. I fought alongside my father, and together, we turned up the tide of the battle." Alexander replied, and continued his story after a brief break.

"I took care of my father's right arm, consisting of about 200 men. Those were the best warriors. As I rallied them, I led the charge deep into the enemy lines. They were taken completely by suprise. Most of them stood their places standing there, shocked. As I killed them one by one, I heard a loud sound coming from behind, a sound of a galloping horse. I looked back, and I saw the barbarian leader, Phisticus. He started the long duel. We exchange blows. Eventually, after hours of fighting, we had a stalemate. Tired, I swing my last blow. As he blocked my blow, his weapon was cut in half. My blow reached his neck, killing him in an instant. As a final blow, he counterattacked me and cut a deep wound in my left shoulder. Blood was everywhere. Luckily, my father had rescued me, and the morale of the barbarians dropped fast, like an anvil falling from the sky. We were victorious, for now..." he ended his story with a long pause. "What happened next?" Celo replied.

"As the tribe went westwards, we settled near the far flung shores. About a mountain away, our scouts found a river. There our tribe prospered, until... the pirates came. Our tribe has no choice. We armed our merchant ships and prepared to fight the invaders. I commanded the right wing of my father, consisting of 15 ships armed with bows. The battle raged on as the weather turned bad. We retreated to the shore losing no one but as to the pirates, the infamous "whirlpool of Gazell" devoured their ships." he briefly paused he stare at the campfire.

"As a new town of traders, we set forth to trade in distant lands." he stopped when he sensed something. It was...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Wow!
Continue!