I'm sort of testing something but I'm also posting an update (yeah I know) of the prologue

Posted by Kent Allard from JOBOB102-07.splitrock.net on July 27, 2000 at 04:05:09:

---By: Kent Allard

Prologue: A resurgence of Death

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, destroy women and children. But before that they would slice off the mans head and slowly let it burn in front of the women and children. And after the head had completely burned the cult’s men would draw their mighty swords, and slowly cut off every finger of the children, followed by their mouth. So if by chance they lived they would never be able to speak or write out what they had seen, all through doing this, the mother would be alive watching it always. They would then; while the children were still alive run their sword from the bottom of the woman’s, slicing through her head, barely missing certain nerves at which she would still be alive. She would then see what was about to happen next to her child, the evil warriors would then gather their power, then strap the children down and grow great electric currents through their bodies. Then would slowly cook the children while they are alive, they would never eat them like what most would suspect from such horrible behavior, instead they left them there… they were an army of darkness, an army of death. They could possess powers beyond any human’s comprehension. You must also understand that they were true barbarians.



Della Morte, a well-set man of forty-five whom had many skills in weaponry and self-defense, 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. Each and every day the land would sink, eventually fall completely into the ocean, the tide grew everyday and everyone knew it, that was the reason for taking the necessary precautions.


“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 stone 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, his strength was many times greater than any of the strongest men combined, he could carry almost seven of the large swords at one time, he could brake a mans hand without doing it intentionally. “Complete your quest then we return, got it we must not risk anything nor should we waste 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, smoke, 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 long grassy plain, then crossed over a mountain, and to a very large active volcano, they could smell the lava and molten rock, it was a horrible stench but Morte was able to keep himself fine, his long stern face made no expressions.

    “Here it is, that is what we must go in” He pointed to the Volcano, “quickly” he shouted loudly so as for everyone to hear “we have limited time. Climb up this quickly, let’s go” he waved his long arm and began walking up the volcano

    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. “OK 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 was 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 now and sweat poured down their face, they could barely make out the shapes in front of them, everything looked red and dark. 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 was swinging 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, quickly with a loud swoosh the sword was out of it’s holder being swung with loud clangs. 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, he reached behind him and with a loud whoosh the sword came from it’s holding immediately taking battle, chopping the heads of the dark riders. 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 his chance and swung the sword, and 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.

    One of the taller black cloaked men ran up to Della Morte, sword high above his head ready to completely destroy him. Instead of the usual severing of the head Della Morte engaged in combat with the man. Their swords struck with mighty clangs. “Well young priest you are a good fighter, too bad you were born rich and were never understood in battle.” He gave a terrible mocking laugh “I will kill you easily!”

    “Hah, I don’t think so, Anyway it’s better to be of ‘nobility’ than a son of whore,” Della Morte grunted and swung quickly. The Black Cloaked rider was enraged and began swinging clumsily trying to kill Della; finally Della jabbed his sword through the heart, with drew the sword and watched as the man dropped to his knees. Then he raised his sword again and swung chopping the head off, the blood spurted completely over his face, and Della let out a sly grin of satisfaction then screamed a mighty battle cry. He then returned to the battle

    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 ground. 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 golden skull is the only thing that can generate enough power to unlock the dead.

    Just recently the Nazi’s 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… it needs to be understood that if the Nazi’s do obtain he power, the atom bomb which Indy will later learn about will be a simple lightning storm compared to those powers, the electric chair would be a simple shock. But these powers have the ability to completely destroy humanity, and little do the Nazi’s know, but even if they do obtain the powers, yes, indeed they may have strong powers and rule for a very long time. But it will also destroy them and slowly destroy their ability to think and behave, they will have lost control, any army, which carries the power, will destroy themselves unknowingly. Indy will never know the full extent of the powers, and he never will want to know. Indy doesn’t realize it but what he is going after is to save humanity, not just for himself but the human race. The only thing to give credit to those warriors were the fact they had the brains to hide the power in separate locations so no one else will have the same curse. Della Morte knew he was dying, and he knew he had to destroy the power before anyone else had the chance to get it…

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