As I promised in my conspiracy thread, I wrote a story of the Ancient War and its potential outcome. I know I'm going to receive some criticism for the choices I made in the plot, so I'll explain them before I actually start.

Why did I use a Hero I'd created as the main character? Part of it was to avoid favouritism - if I picked a certain Hero I would imagine a number of people would criticise me for not picking another. Hence, I used one I had created, and besides, he fits the concept really well. Another reason was that I couldn't think of a way to connect a specific Hero to the plot - none of them, save perhaps Invoker or Skywrath Mage fit what I was looking for in my protagonist, and a story with Skywrath lead would be all about Venge which obviously would detract from the plot, and having Invoker as the main character would probably be unpleasant to read based on personality. However, both of these will make a major appearance.

So many kills o:o
I had to narrow down the 107-o…
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Bit early, but I had it done early so yeah.

Act Three: Too Far Fallen

Kardel gazed down the barrel of his sniper rifle, looking for the perfect shot. From his vantage point, a ridge above the middle lane, he could see over a large stretch of river, and all he had to do was wait until some unfortunate Dire hero appeared, and their head would become a red mist faster than they could comprehend their death.

A pale horse emerged from the fog of war, its rider shrouded in black robes and even darker mist. He wielded a titanic runeblade with effortless ease - not that it would help him.

Kardel smiled, and fired.

The line was perfect - the bullet sailed with sublime precision to strike the head of the rider. The horse reared back, and both steed and rider vanished as if they had never been there.

"Illusion rune," said a murky voice behind the sniper. "Barely a fraction of the true Lord, but it served its purpose."

Kardel whirled back to find the rider staring down at him, his face cove…
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Act Four: In the Shadow of Self

"Pawn takes rook."

"Knight to E5. Check."

"Remind me again where we are going," Lanaya said, interrupting. Arash turned from the game, Dragonus still studying the board intensely. The Assassin was sitting on a windowsill, passing the time with a book of some kind. He couldn't blame her for being relatively anti-social, considering how comparatively terrible she was at chess to the two locked in furious combat.

"You wanted to see my past," Arash replied. "We are going to it."

She raised an eyebrow. "At the start, your vagueness was almost enticing. Now, it's just irritating."

"There are bad memories at this place," he said gravely. "The less I speak of it the better." His response was met with a shrug, and Lanaya returned to her book. The carriage they travelled in rolled smoothly along the roads, dragged along as it were by two steeds of Avernus. Abaddon hadn't trusted anyone else to drive them, so he had done so himself.

It turned out that the Sk…
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Yep, laptop still broken and my files were unrecoverable so I had to start again. Really sorry for the long wait, couldn't be helped.

In this Act the plot takes a darker turn as the Heroes find what they were looking for, and Arash moves one step closer to his dark destiny. For added effect, listen to this with some creepy orchestral music in the background. Probably by Two Steps From Hell. Mmm.

The steady rocking of the caravan over the ground suddenly changed to a jagged series of bumps and jolts that quickly woke Lanaya. Grimacing at her aching muscles, she staggered upright as best she could. Abaddon and Dragonus still slept, but she sensed them stirring.

Act V: The Black Rook

She moved to the compartment at the front, where Arash was steering the horses. They'd moved off the road and onto overland terrain - they were somewhere in the highlands.

"I thought Abaddon wouldn't let anyone touch his horses," she opened. Arash shrugged.

"He was tired, and I wasn't."

"How much did y…
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Now I'm giving people presents on my birthday! I might do a Christmas special outside of the main plot.

Bah, humbug.

Act VII: Agents of the Primordials

Abaddon collapsed, and the shield faded. A few of the smaller rocks from the broken ceiling fell harmlessly around the four Heroes. Through blurry eyes, he saw Lanaya stagger upright.

"Well done," she gasped. "I didn't know you had that left in you."

"Nor… did… I," the Lord whispered, feeling weakness close over him. "Something, briefly, empowered me.."

Dragonus was still unconscious, and Arash was lying strangely comatose. Lanaya followed his gaze to the Psychomancer.

"He looks almost peaceful when he's sleeping," she remarked, smiling slightly. Abaddon grunted, unable to do much more.

"Should we do it?" she asked.

"Do what?"

"Kill him. Remember, for all his facades he's still an abomination."

Abaddon shook his head. "We still need him. Besides, he is struggling, trying to remember that he is human. I suspect that he may…
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I do hope you have some interest in politics or these next few Acts may get a bit confusing.

Act IX: A New Order

"It was just over a week ago when they came."

Vanath had taken Abaddon straight to Castle Avernus, its looming edifice belying the unusual emptiness. Given the insolence Kanthis had shown on the road, Abaddon could guess in part what had happened. The castle itself was unchanged, its titanic black stone walls pocketed with small windows, save the wall in which was set the massive gate. The mountain it was set upon appeared as impregnable as ever, the parapets of the castle allowing defenders to fire arrows or drop oil on any foolish enough to climb up. The only true entrance was through the gate, which was a fortified structure bristling with ballistae, catapults and cannons created by ancient magi that spewed imploding orbs of black mist itself onto attacking fortresses. The seven circles of walls and towns could house tens of thousands and store food to last for months.…
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