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Kingdoms through ages rise and fall. When an impossible plague from a far-off land finds its way to England, a blacksmith and a doctor are the only two men on Earth who have the ability to cure it. The plague does not bring death alone. Those afflicted by it lose themselves to the sickness. They become soulless plaguewalkers, empty shells of humanity who hunt and consume those who still live. They spread the disease until they are destroyed, and such violent action is the only way to stop them.
As the plague ravages Valdus, the largest city in the land, a family is caught in the middle of the battle. A guard and his sister are at ground zero, and they must survive and fight their way to safety.
While those within the city struggle to survive and find shelter, a Northern Kingdom sees the plague as their opportunity to invade. The two cities have been at war for decades over land and beliefs, and the Knights of Valdus are the only defense against the armies of the north.
This is the story of two men seeking to end the plague. This is the story of a family just trying to survive. This is the story of battered knights fighting to protect their city.
This is the story of the Demon's Plague.
Interesting. Please continue writer anon.
Sounds cliche and gay desu
>>29540623
>a blacksmith and a doctor are the only two men on Earth who have the ability to cure it
a blacksmith? what's he gonna do to help with the cure?
you know the easiest way to survive a hate plague would be to button up inside of a castle until the infected starve. Unless ur going full max brooks.
>>29540623
sounds really cliche it being in the middle ages and all but the plague idea is neat.
how about a plague known as Valdus-X ravages 1954 America.
still on the high of winning the second world war and in the middle of the atomic age, america takes a massive hit when an engineered virus known as Valdus-X begins in north dakota.
as the US tries to figure out who started this plague, a spy infiltrates a US nuclear research facility and steals a plutonium core.
the main characters must hunt down this spy and retrieve the core while trying not to get infected or cause mass panic.
>>29540623
Nice Longsword OP.
>Medieval zombies
how about yea nah mate
>>29541512
Chapter One Summer of 1513 A.D Central England Kingdom of Valdus The Village of Peydenal Midnight
Bayard Travers slammed the hammer down again, sparks flying and red-hot metal shavings searing into his arm. A pain he was used to, barely feeling it as he brought the hammer down once more. Finally, he raised the blade and examined the length, width, and straightness, then plunged it into the quenching trough once he was satisfied. A couple more hours of detail work, and he was tying the hilt to the tang.
The door creaked open and the large man stepped in. Okay, not African, Bayard thought quickly. His skin was dark, but it was the sort of dark you see in India, Egypt, or Turkey. He had seen many of these men when he used to live in the city of Valdus. Most of them were fine traders, mercenaries, and sailors.
Bayard relaxed slightly, lowering the blade. “I apologize for the hostility, but what in God's name brings you to me at this hour, can't wait till morning for a hunting knife? And why are you dressed like a Queen's bedspread?” To his surprise, the man smiled a friendly, familiar grin. “Where I have been, this cold is completely unheard of.” He spoke nearly perfect English, only the faintest hint of a foreign accent was audible in his deep voice. “This is the only way I can be comfortable here. But Bayard, do you really not recognize me, even in this darkness?”
“Bloody hell. I never thought I'd see you again, brother. It's been ten years now, hasn't it? I beg your forgiveness, my sight isn't what it used to be in the darkness. How did you manage to find me?” Sefu lunged in and hugged Bayard, lifting him off the ground with ease. “Eleven years! Finding you only took some simple guesswork. I went to Valdus first, but nobody there had seen you since I left. You have always hated travel, so I knew you would be in a town close to the city. You always spoke of taking up smithing, and people in the city said that Peydenal had a skilled smith. So here I am.” “Travel doesn't get me coins and familiar ale, you bastard,”
Bayard quickly noticed Sefu's arms, which were horribly scarred and disfigured up to the elbow. “What happened to you, there?” “Boiling water,” Sefu said simply. “I had to disinfect my arms, and it is the only thing good enough.” He gestured towards the small parcel on the counter. Bayard stood and walked towards the bundle of cloth and rope. “Disinfect them from what?” he asked cautiously. Sefu just shook his head and held an arm out to stop Bayard's advance.
“Where is your alchemy laboratory? I have need of your old knowledge.” Bayard pressed against Sefu's arm, trying to get a better look at the bundle. “It's all packed up in a chest upstairs. There's barely any useful or interesting ingredients in the forests around here. The last thing I used it for is trying to invent a new sort of quick-fermenting ale about three years ago. Damn near burned the building down. What's in here, Sef?”
Sefu sighed. “A flower.” Bayard settled back into his chair and blinked. “A flower that I believe to be responsible for a terrifying plague that afflicts anyone who contacts it. There is an oasis in eastern Egypt, near Velaconpolis, which is now an archeological dig site. The area has been mostly abandoned for more years than anyone can count, however recently many European scholars and students have begun to occupy the area for their studies. Ten months ago, a child born to one of the students there wandered off into the desert. They searched for days and were nearly ready to give up when a woman spotted an oasis in the distance.
“She and her search party ran into the oasis and found the child, but he was terribly ill. They reported grey skin, glazed eyes, a complete lack of reason or coherent thought. He acted violently towards anyone who approached, and they brought his mother in to try to calm him. She approached and attempted to embrace the child, but he bit into her arm without hesitation. She pushed him away and he tripped backwards down a large hill, breaking his neck on a tree. The mother, in her grief, jumped from the tallest ruin in Velaconpolis only two hours later, and that was the end of that particular incident.”
“No, but please, I will explain as you assemble your alchemy table, time is of the essence. Every passing hour brings more potential danger to Egypt.”
The serious, warning look in Sefu's eyes finally made Bayard stand. “Very well, follow me then.” He saw the shortsword was still laying beside the fireplace, so he took it and placed it on one of the shop's racks, then started to pull himself up the stairs to the second floor of his home. Pushing open a door with the tip of his foot, he entered a large but simple bedroom with many tables and chests, a small bed, two large windows, and a rack containing a longsword, a hunting bow, a full quiver, many daggers and knives, and a woodcutting axe. Bayard lit two table lanterns and removed piles of metal ore and even more knives from two chairs, one of which Sefu settled into. He then moved to the largest chest in the room, pulling it open.
Bayard started removing them and assembling the base of the alchemy table. “Alright, I'm getting it ready, now talk.” “You are not making this easy on me, Bayard. It is hard enough to speak of such subjects as it is, not to mention the fact that I need to explain in a way that you will believe.” Bayard stood and looked to Sefu. “My friend, we are both men of science. We've each seen many then-unexplainable things and worked together to find the truth. Speak freely and without fear of being doubted, I trust your opinion as much as I trust my own. Also, if you please, tell me of your mother. Did you find her?”
Only weeks after, Sefu had dropped news of his intention to leave, to find his birth mother and finally let her know of his safety and his father's demise, as well as bring modern English medicinal techniques to Egypt. Bayard, alone and upset, fled the city and took up residence in Peydenal. Despite his aptitude for it, Bayard never appreciated Alchemy as a profession and instead took up apprenticeship as a blacksmith. Bayard was much more adept at the studious side of the alchemical art, able to deconstruct any potion or elixir
Word of my medical talents eventually spread to other villages, and I was woken up by a late-night knock on my door, much like me coming to you tonight. To my surprise, it was a Frenchman. He came to me from the Velaconpolis archeological site, having heard of my advanced techniques and the fact that I spoke English and some French. He told me about how a plague unlike any he had ever heard of was killing off their community, victims turning into mindless animals and attempting to kill and consume anyone unaffected by the plague.
with my own eyes would be enough to make me believe it. I have to say he was right. Two day's camel ride later we arrived, and the place was in chaos. Several headless bodies laid in the sand, the diseased wandered the ruins in a slow, drunken stumble, wooden barricades burned between the stone buildings. I have to admit I was terrified. As we approached, the camels began panicking and nearly threw us off. We managed to dismount and the animals sprinted off in the other direction. I could not blame them, really. The Frenchman, who named himself as Albert Hesen, strange name for a French, told me to stay back as he drew his scimitar, then star-” “Drew his what?”
“A scimitar. It's a large, wide curved sword used by many Eastern countries. You have never seen one come through your shop?” “I haven't seen your kind or any of their equipment since the city, Sef. However I do remember seeing swords similar to what you describe, though I never knew their names. I want one.” Sefu smiled again. “I bet you do. Better than these twigs you make.” Bayard just shook his head.
“Anyway, he drew the sword and started walking towards the ruins. He shouted, and every one of the afflicted turned towards him and began...” He stopped and shuddered. “They began moaning. A terrible sound, a constant sound. Human lungs should not be able to sustain a vocalization like that. They began moving towards Albert, very slowly, as if their legs were filled with sand. Around eight of them, all together. The first of the group reached Albert and he quickly sidestepped the sick woman, then swung his blade into the back of her neck. She collapsed instantly, her head cleanly severed, but her face continued to move, jaws snapping and eyes wide in anger. He kept-” “That's impossible. When the heart stops pump-” “Please do not interrupt me.
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any review or fellow arthur here? it may be back to holster and sheth making if book doesnt work for me. i am meet with a publisher on tuesday and hope to get in print soon, will try to get in booksamillion, amazon, border books, and other stores.
>>29540623
I always wanted to write these 2 ideas,
2 brothers scientist researching radiation, 1 decides to go to Chernobyl and and gets lost in the Zone. Bro tries to find him with a help of a reverse-trap who lies she knows that place and wants to tag along for her own reasons, they sneak and CHEEKI BREEKI.
Might be a better anime.
Other is dumb zombie Apocalypse, with group seek help for escrots to get to Point A to point B. escorts are rag tag team. A big silent guy who is like a battle priest and some girl raised on pop culture magazines and shit.
>>29540623
Use pastebin instead of spam
