Come sit with me and rest your soul. For I have a tale worth the tell. Of a land and people long forgotten. Filled with Tyrants, Witches & Spells. Close your eye and open your mind. Take your heart by the hand. As we cross vast gallons of water. To reach this troubled land. There are two small islands. One country cut in half. The island of SOTHAL is good and kind. It is NOTHAL who treads the evil path. For NOTHAL is ruled by a tyrant. A man with a heart of steel. His followers are few but strong. He will not reason nor will he deal. He lives in a castle upon a knoll, allowing him to view all his land. All he sees he crushes and kills, to fuel his dreams so grand. Taxes his subjects in every way. People pay for all that they do. Their lives are hard & food is scarce. Oh! My friends if only you knew. But let us think of SOTHAL. A place found only in your dreams. That it sits below NOTHAL. Is at times hard to believe. The people there are strong and brave. Life is fair and just. If we are to survive this tale. Then to land on this place is a must! For NOTHAL is watched both day and night, by the tyrant Bolgoe's evil & wicked keeper. His tiny black eyes see all that occyrs. For the vampire Birchit is no sleeper. Birchit's vision is strong and wide. There is little he can not percieve. His gift is used to capture innocent souls. In Bolgoe's tangled web he weaves. -------------------------------------- On the tranquil shres of SOTHAL. It is here we must set down. For across the waters of Crook Strait, lies Bolgoe's home of Spellingtown. Evile permeates every atom. Your lungs will breath it in. From out of all the hopelessness. Our tale truly begins. Five score and six years ago. In Bolgoes first quest for power. He set three of his minions a task. To build for him a tower. Loosewood Smthye the "Gangly One". Thought of what they were to do. "We will erect it on the shores of Crook Strait". So that of SOTHAL our master may view! "A purpose, A purpose, A purpose it must have". Came the voice of Simeon Corruption. "A monument to one so great, must also have a function". "Be the silent! and let me speak". Exclaimed a female voice. All turned to listen as Juggernaut Snickley, gave them all a choice. "Listen very closely fools, for I have myself a plan". "This immense tower we build, will anchor us some land". "For across the turbulent waters, of this stretch they call Crook Strait". "Is a gift of priceless value, just laying there in wait". "We must put our heads together, to plot, scheme and plan". "Bring about the downfall and capture, of all of SOTHALS land". "Brilliant" shouted Simeon Corruption. "Incredible" cliamed Loosewood Smythe. "I know" admitted Juggernaut Snickly. "It's easy if you try". Cackling and snickering amongst themselves. The three plotted SOTHALS fall. As they made thier way back to Spellingtown. To answer thier masters call. ---------------To Be Continued.......
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Stay tuned for Part Two.... Meet Jake Amblestone, the hero.
Read of amazing creatures that guide his way.
Prepare yourself for NOTHAL & SOTHAL...Part 2............
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