Prologue of Indiana Jones and the Cult of the Dead

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Posted by Goodsport from adsl-216-102-199-185.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net on July 08, 2000 at 01:35:15:


Prologue - A Resurgence of Death


---by Kent Allard


    Millions of years ago, long before written history a cult thrived and ruled many lands, they would kill mercilessly, and burn down homes at will… they were an army of darkness.

    Della Morte, a well-set man of forty-five whom had many skills in weaponry and self defense, he then looked around and motioned to the ruler. He spoke in an unknown and lost language, he whispered "the last years are to befall us soon, we are thriving now sure, but it will not remain." Della looked across the burial grounds. Outside the area was a large area of swamps and marshy lands. There was a large stone building to the left, filled with miraculous statues… but all of this was even before written history.

    "I know, our armies are in trouble, we should begin to prepare, we will circle this rock and prepare ourselves" He looked at Della they both had a stern look to their face "We must not allow anyone to have our power. If this kingdom is going to fall we must cover it, our army can hold the evil temporarily but we need to stop it. Ibn you have been the priest for a while you will hold the burial."

    Della Morte whispered "Vigor will lead me on my voyage. He will stay have on the ship; it is much too dangerous. We will need twenty of our best men they will follow us and protect us."

    "Yes, but hurry go now." The ruler led Della Morte out of the room.

    "Quickly we must leave" Vigor hurried the workmen to finish the task at hand, Vigor was a strong powerful man, he was bald and very tall, his voice was commanding. He loaded several large swords and armory. "Complete your quest then we return, got it we must not risk anything, or waist time." Vigor walked onto the boat deck flexing his large muscles.

    The boat set out for the ocean followed by three more, the workers kept working at building items. They crossed several large islands and volcanoes; they finally came to a very large piece of land. They halted Della Morte chose five men. He told them to go to the land and to make sure it is safe, they went with their large swords drawn. They were to give a signal; it was a trick, used by mirrors and fire.

    After the signal was cast Della Morte went on. The others stayed in the boat. Della then told more workmen to bring the large wooden crates. They went across the plain, crossed over a mountain, and to a very large volcano.

    "Here it is, that is what we must go in." He pointed to the volcano. "Quickly," he shouted so as for everyone to hear, "we have limited time."

    They trudged through the mist and tress and bushes chopping down objects that got in their way with their large swords. They neared the top, it was hot and misty, the air was filled with a horrible stench, they came to the top, they looked down, it was still active, and the air burned the lungs of the soldiers of death. They pulled out large coils of rope and threw them down the inside of the volcano, steam poured from it, followed by a large cloud of smoke, ash then fell to the ground covering them with the burning blackness. They first attached all their gear and other items and large wooden crates and swung them down inside, they then pulled the ropes up and attached themselves and swung down inside. Once down inside Della began searching for the hole, he found it he pulled himself inside, he then gave the same signal and the others followed. They went through the large hole. "This is it… this is where the magic happened," Della Morte said as he walked deeper into the hole. "Okay now set the traps, close off the burial for of the kings." Della paused then said "now then open the large crates" the workers did as told, when they were opened they revealed several dead bodies the ribs were bashed in and a chain of fingers were given them around their necks. "Chain them to the wall."

    Again they did as they were told. The then walked out of the passageway and out near the burning lava. They crossed over to their ropes the mist was burning how and sweat poured down their face. They climbed the ropes their large muscles bulging. They came out and then walked down the large volcano, through the forest and out onto the open field.

    From where they were they could see their ship and see that there were workers preparing for the next departure. Della Morte began walking out onto the field followed by the others. He stopped. He looked around "Quiet." He turned his head to the side. The others also heard what he was hearing. It was hoof-beats, they looked around then saw it out of the forest to the side, the mighty riders were cloaked in black large swords were swingy in their mighty hands. Vigor also saw this and ordered the men to get off the boat they all ran towards the riders. Della Morte also gave them a signal "Go towards Vigor stay behind him and be careful" he then ran forward with his mighty sword.

    Vigor and his troops reached the dark riders and immediately began to take battle. With one quick swing of his sword Vigor had severed the head of one of the black cloaked riders, immediately after he swung to the side chopping the sword wielding hand of another rider. Blood spurted from the hand of the rider and onto Vigor; he let out a dry smile as his face covered with blood then ended the rider's misery by chopping off his head.

    Il Malvagita, another worker for Vigor had two very large swords, he swung then simultaneously he was able to chop the heads of two unfortunate black cloaked riders.

    As Della Morte caught up he also began in the battle, chopping the heads. The head is where they had been trained to hit. It would kill instantly and so that is how they fought. Della ran over towards Il Malvagita, he swung the sword violently chopping the heads off he then was able to dismount one of the riders. The rider stood up expecting a challenge but he was surprised to see that Malvagita was stunned that he didn't kill the rider so he stood for a moment, in fact he waited too long, the Rider took hi chance and swung the sword severed Malvagita's head. The body clumped to the ground and the head rolled off towards Della Morte. Della let out a scream and swung his sword at the killer of Malvagita, severing his head and the blood spurted from the rider's body. This went on for some time; finally the battle was over. Della Morte and his men along with Vigor were still standing, not even a tired sigh emitted from their lips the horses and bodies lay on the floor. They then walked towards the boat, set off and completed the task doing the same thing across the globe.

    They once ruled the earth, destroying everything that challenged them but this was before humanity. Soon after Della Morte was proven correct, the kingdom had fallen, and the source of their power was hidden with the cylinders that generate the power scattered across the world. Forever to be forgotten. The power stored within the cylinders and one large falcon is the only thing that can generate enough power to unlock the dead.

    Just recently the Nazis have been poking their noses into things. They have unearthed the power of the dead, and have been gaining its power. They have unearthed several digs. Now Hitler is going nuts trying to find the power. If they obtain it the world could end…


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