BEHIND_THE_MASK
A Liar... A Cheat...
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This is my first story and its based off a game I'm playing, heres some info on the game:
Terrain: Europe Map
Start Location: Oslo, Norway (I moved closer to the ocean)
Civ: Scandinavia (I renamed it The Soviet Union
Hail to the Motherland)
(Also, Some of the Cities were named myself after me and my friends)
(I will write from the points of veiws from several diffrent people, some of which is the leader, Burldon Blavonovich ::: Named after myself ::: and several hero's whom emerged victorious from battle.)
This is Part One of This Story: Aka Part one of Part One of my Battlefeild Europe Series.. Enjoy)
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SECTION ONE, PART ONE OF SCANDINAVIA UNITED :::
_THE FOUNDING OF A GREAT EMPIE_
The Winter seasons are a cruel and vicious force deep into the heartland of Scandinavia. The Cold nips at my fingers and snow gathers in my thick unrully beard. Covering my body are the pelts of vicious beasts, trophies from the hunts, proof of my strength to those who follow me. The fur of a bear, a mighty figure in the greatness of Norse, covers my back, strips of its skinned hide strechtes over my soulders and connects with the straps of my armor which glistens from the droplets of icy water which rises as snowflakes disappear. My mighty brow is guarded by a helmet of bronze and silver, from the part of the helmet a metal guard is mounted before my nose.
I am Yelsin Blavonovich, great Warrior of the Oslo Tribe. But the Oslo Tribe is no more... Pillaged by viciouse monster, barbarians. It happened so many years ago, but from the flaming ruins of my Tribe I swore to myself and mighty Thor that I would start anew and build a city to test eternity. So with the remnants of our old village, a thousand strong I believe, each one with knuckles stained of blood from battle, hearts filled with fires to keep us alive in the freezing snow, we set out.
For years, we ventured through the snow and hills. We never lost hope. It was then, we had achieved our goal. We found a new home on the coast of Scandinavia. It was here that the legacy of the vikings would begin, and hopefully, never end.
The City of Blavonograd, named after myself ('Blavono' meaning 'People's' and 'grad' meaning 'city') was founded. Houses where built and the people lived poorly, most as farmers struggling to get the years crops. Many died. but with hope and feirce courage we dragged on, surving the first winter.
I organized my subjects and sent them out into the countries. Roads were to be constructed, nearby forests were to be excavated and used to make shelter. To workers patriotism was in grand supply, they worked though the summer and into the early winter but they finished a job with precision and determination. Farms were constructed and the years harvest was a success.
In this time I married a young girl from a nearby tribe who wished to join us, they too were refugeed by barbaric warriors who had destroyed their crops and burned their homes. The womans name was Elenora, her buety stole my attention and imprisioned my heart in a cell of emotion. Her eyes were an icy blue, but everything that caught her sight seemed to warm up, freed from the shackles of winter.
By next winter, she bore a son. A boy strong in heart, followed in my footsteps as he grew and learned. As he grew he took new responsibilty, authorizing the construction of barracks and fathering Viking science. He even filled my short comings, he wasn't the son of a Despot but one of the people, he walked amoung them and befriended them. As my health grew weak, he showed no intrests in stripping me of power, he was a patient young man.
I knew that after I die, he would no longer follow my footsteps. He would make his own as he climbed the hill.
I founded the great city of Blavonograd. But he would turn my work loose on the world and create a mighty empire forged from toil and blood.
My son, Burldon Blavonovich.
::: END OF SECTION ONE :::
I like to follow the games timelines so as the story goes on minor events will happen and leaders names will change. So how is my story? am I doing it right?
Terrain: Europe Map
Start Location: Oslo, Norway (I moved closer to the ocean)
Civ: Scandinavia (I renamed it The Soviet Union
Hail to the Motherland)(Also, Some of the Cities were named myself after me and my friends)
(I will write from the points of veiws from several diffrent people, some of which is the leader, Burldon Blavonovich ::: Named after myself ::: and several hero's whom emerged victorious from battle.)
This is Part One of This Story: Aka Part one of Part One of my Battlefeild Europe Series.. Enjoy)
------------------------------
SECTION ONE, PART ONE OF SCANDINAVIA UNITED :::
_THE FOUNDING OF A GREAT EMPIE_
The Winter seasons are a cruel and vicious force deep into the heartland of Scandinavia. The Cold nips at my fingers and snow gathers in my thick unrully beard. Covering my body are the pelts of vicious beasts, trophies from the hunts, proof of my strength to those who follow me. The fur of a bear, a mighty figure in the greatness of Norse, covers my back, strips of its skinned hide strechtes over my soulders and connects with the straps of my armor which glistens from the droplets of icy water which rises as snowflakes disappear. My mighty brow is guarded by a helmet of bronze and silver, from the part of the helmet a metal guard is mounted before my nose.
I am Yelsin Blavonovich, great Warrior of the Oslo Tribe. But the Oslo Tribe is no more... Pillaged by viciouse monster, barbarians. It happened so many years ago, but from the flaming ruins of my Tribe I swore to myself and mighty Thor that I would start anew and build a city to test eternity. So with the remnants of our old village, a thousand strong I believe, each one with knuckles stained of blood from battle, hearts filled with fires to keep us alive in the freezing snow, we set out.
For years, we ventured through the snow and hills. We never lost hope. It was then, we had achieved our goal. We found a new home on the coast of Scandinavia. It was here that the legacy of the vikings would begin, and hopefully, never end.
The City of Blavonograd, named after myself ('Blavono' meaning 'People's' and 'grad' meaning 'city') was founded. Houses where built and the people lived poorly, most as farmers struggling to get the years crops. Many died. but with hope and feirce courage we dragged on, surving the first winter.
I organized my subjects and sent them out into the countries. Roads were to be constructed, nearby forests were to be excavated and used to make shelter. To workers patriotism was in grand supply, they worked though the summer and into the early winter but they finished a job with precision and determination. Farms were constructed and the years harvest was a success.
In this time I married a young girl from a nearby tribe who wished to join us, they too were refugeed by barbaric warriors who had destroyed their crops and burned their homes. The womans name was Elenora, her buety stole my attention and imprisioned my heart in a cell of emotion. Her eyes were an icy blue, but everything that caught her sight seemed to warm up, freed from the shackles of winter.
By next winter, she bore a son. A boy strong in heart, followed in my footsteps as he grew and learned. As he grew he took new responsibilty, authorizing the construction of barracks and fathering Viking science. He even filled my short comings, he wasn't the son of a Despot but one of the people, he walked amoung them and befriended them. As my health grew weak, he showed no intrests in stripping me of power, he was a patient young man.
I knew that after I die, he would no longer follow my footsteps. He would make his own as he climbed the hill.
I founded the great city of Blavonograd. But he would turn my work loose on the world and create a mighty empire forged from toil and blood.
My son, Burldon Blavonovich.
::: END OF SECTION ONE :::
I like to follow the games timelines so as the story goes on minor events will happen and leaders names will change. So how is my story? am I doing it right?
