Black&White 2: Fan Fiction

Solar's Story

XSOLARX — Wed, 25 Aug 2004 21:38:55 GMT

Alrighty then! If this thread works I'll place my story here. The second post is probably the story. Let's hope...

Flibble's Story

MRFLIBBLE — Thu, 28 Jul 2005 16:36:52 GMT

Lightning crackled through the air, thunder rumbled in his bones, the air tingled with electricity. It made what little hair he had left stand on end. In his childhood he had heard stories of gods, of giant creatures battling across the lands, of people being plucked from their homes to worship into the wee hours of the morning, but he had always thought them just that. Stories. Right now, his eyes told him elsewise. He had never believed in God, and were it not for the pit in the bottom of his stomach he still would not. The feeling was not alien to him at all. He had been a hunter for many years in his youth, and knew that feeling when someone was watching him. Normally, he could judge a general direction of the hidden party from this feeling, however today it was altogether different. It came from all around him, and from within him. It felt as if the world itself was watching him, and he did not like it at all. "Focus." he admonished himself. That was not important right now. Whatever it was that was watching him would not hurt him. He did not know how he knew that, he just did. He even thought that perhaps before the day was over, the presence may help him. He knew he would need it, those lazy bums the townsfolk looked to for protection were hardly a militia, they weren't even as coordinated as a ragtag band of misfits. They posed as much threat to an enemy as he did to the nearby mountain range, and were jus as likely to trip over their own feet as they were of actually protecting anybody. No. he would not be able to depend on them. He would not be able to depend on anyone but himself. Over the past week a shadow of threat was materializing in his mind. Sleep was rare, and when he did sleep he dreamed of war. Soldiers plated in mail armor marching across battle scarred fields. Bodies of the fallen being picked clean by ants and small animals. Death and destruction on a level he had never seen. Pure hatred with no concern for human life. In his dreams he felt a presence, so much like the one he felt earlier, yet so much different. Whereas the waking presence comforted him, his sleeping one contained nothing but malice. It burned through him like a fire through brush during the dry season. A loud boom removed him from his dream world, and brought him crashing back into the real one. In a cold sweat, he jumped out of his bed, knocking his head on a shelf on the way up. A steady stream of obscenities flowed from his mouth as he went outside, steady as the stream of blood flowing from his fresh wound. "How could this get any worse" he muttered to himself, but he had spoke to soon. The shadow growing in his mind was indeed an army, and that army had reached them during the night. Flames licked the night sky, and stones of fire rained from the sky. The boom he heard had been a boulder, after rolling down the nearby mountain range had crashed through the city wall and come to rest in the center of the tavern, beer, wine, and stronger spirits flowed in small rivers from the destroyed saloon. Without thinking a cry rose to his mouth, and was released before he could stop it. "Now you've gone to far! I'll kill every last one of you!" In the rage of the moment he charged towards the breach in the wall, wrenching a blade from a runny corpse propped against a nearby building. Without hesitation he ran headlong into the mass of soldiers and began swinging. Just as he had been taught. No wasted motion, no flamboyant fighting styles, only what needed to be done. Every slash of his blade met with flesh, every movement followed by a splash of blood and gurgling screams. He was death embodied, and these people had not known what they had awakened. If they had, none would have stood to fight, none would have dared to cross him. But they did not know, and he cut them down just as a farmer would cut wheat. Their lives meant nothing to him, just as his had meant to them. He would see all of their ends this night, or perish with as many kills under his belt as he could. He was lost in the fight. He no longer heard, he no longer saw, he only killed. Guided by instinct his blade met every target, of which there were considerably less now than when he had begun. Had he been more aware, he would have heard the booming, felt the ground shaking beneath him, but he was too engrossed in the dance to notice. Only once the army which had attacked was reduced to a dozen confused, blubbering fools did he notice the rumbling, noticed the light of the moon blocked out by some enormous shape. As he turned to defend himself, he could barely breathe. He had heard the stories, but this was no story. This was very real, and it looked to be quite angry at him. He watched in stunned horror as the creature raised his hand to the side and tensed his muscles to attack. The only sounds that excaped his lips before the giant backhand propelled him like a rocket through the air were "Oh no..." and then the muscles released. Pain spidered through his nerves, he felt like a ragdoll tossed around by children, and imagined he looked somewhat similar. The ground he had walked on his whole life, never giving it a second thought, quickly grew further from him. As his body tumbled through the air, he managed to shift his weight enough to turn his body to see where he was headed. This didn't comfort him any, as he realized that he was flying straight towards the sharp craggs of the nearby mountain range. As his mind took all of this in, he began to see his entire life flash before his eyes. In one eternal moment he went from a baby to his current situation. As he hit the peak of his trajectory, there was a moment of calm. He accepted his fate. He had no chance of survival. If he was to survive, he would need a miracle... To Be Continued...

Black and White: A Fiction

MRFLIBBLE — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:29:06 GMT

Black and White: A Fiction
Written by Bradley "Mr Flibble" Weaver.

Book I
The Land of Eden.

"And you run and you run
to catch up with the sun
but it's sinking,
racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same
in a relative way
but you're older,
shorter of breath and one day closer to death."

~Pink Floyd~

Chapter 1
~Dreams~

Lightning crackled through the air. Thunder rumbled in his bones. The air tingled with electricity. It made what little hair he had left stand on end.

In his childhood he had heard stories of gods, of giant creatures battling across the lands, of people being plucked from their homes to worship into the wee hours of the morning, but he had always thought them just that. Stories. Right now, his eyes told him otherwise.

He had never believed in God, and were it not for the pit in the bottom of his stomach he still would not. The feeling was not alien to him at all. He had been a hunter for many years in his youth, and knew that feeling when someone was watching him. Normally, he could judge a general direction of the hidden party from this feeling, however today it was altogether different. It came from all around him, and from within him. It felt as if the world itself was watching him, and he did not like it at all.

"Focus." he admonished himself. That was not important right now. Whatever it was that was watching him would not hurt him. He did not know how he knew that, he just did. He even thought that perhaps before the day was over, the presence may help him. He knew he would need it. Those lazy bums the townsfolk looked to for protection were hardly a militia. They posed as much threat to an enemy as he did to the mountains dominating the skyline. No. he would not be able to depend on them. He would not be able to depend on anyone but himself.

Over the past week a shadow of threat was materializing in his mind. Sleep was rare, and when he did sleep he dreamed of war. Soldiers plated in mail armor marching across battle scarred fields, bodies of the fallen being picked clean by ants and small animals, death and destruction on a level he had never seen, pure hatred with no concern for human life. In his dreams he felt a presence, so much like the one he felt earlier, yet so much different. The waking presence comforted him, his sleeping one contained nothing but malice. It burned through him like wildfire, jumping from tree to tree, consuming everything it touched.

A loud boom removed him from his dream world, and brought him crashing back into the real one. In a cold sweat he jumped out of his bed, knocking his head on a shelf on the way up. A steady stream of obscenities flowed from his mouth as he went outside, as steady as the stream of blood flowing from his fresh wound.

"At least it can't get any worse," he muttered to himself, but he had spoke too soon.

The shadow growing in his mind was indeed an army, and that army had reached them during the night. Flames licked the night sky, and stones of fire rained from the heavens. The crash he heard had been a large boulder. After rolling down the nearby mountain range it had broken through the city wall and come to rest in the center of the tavern. Beer, wine, and stronger spirits were flowing in small rivers from the destroyed saloon.

Without thinking a cry rose to his mouth, and was released before he could stop it, "Now you've gone too far! I'll kill every last one of you!" In the rage of the moment he charged towards the breach in the wall, wrenching a blade from a runny corpse propped against a nearby building and jumping over the body of a fallen soldier. Without hesitation he ran headlong into the mass of soldiers and began swinging.

Just as he had been taught. No wasted motion, no flamboyant fighting styles, only what needed to be done. Every slash of his blade met with flesh, every movement followed by a splash of blood and gurgling screams. He was death embodied, and these people had not known what they had awakened. If they had, none would have stood to fight, none would have dared to cross him. But they did not know, and he cut them down just as a farmer would cut wheat. Their lives meant nothing to him, just as his life had meant nothing to them. He would see all of their ends this night, or perish with as many kills under his belt as he could before meeting his.

He was lost in the fight. He no longer heard, he no longer saw, he only killed. Guided by instinct his blade met every target, of which there were considerably less now than when he had begun. Had he been more aware he would have heard the rumbling, felt the ground shaking beneath him, but he was too engrossed in the dance to notice. Only once the army which had attacked was reduced to a dozen confused, blubbering fools did he notice that the rumbling had stopped, that the light of the moon was blocked out by some enormous shape. As he turned to defend himself, he could barely breathe. He had heard the stories, but this was no story. This was very real, and it looked to be quite angry with him.

He watched in stunned horror as the creature raised its hand to the side and tensed its muscles to attack. The only sounds that escaped his lips before the giant backhand propelled him through the air were "Oh no..." and then the muscles released. Pain spidered through his nerves. He felt like a ragdoll tossed around by children, and imagined he looked somewhat similar. The ground he had walked on his whole life, never giving it a second thought, quickly grew further from him. As his body tumbled through the air, he managed to shift his weight enough to turn his face to see where he was headed. This didn't comfort him any, as he realized that he was flying straight towards the sharp craggs of the mountains. As his mind took all of this in, he began to see his entire life flash before his eyes. In one eternal moment he went from a baby to his current situation. As he hit the peak of his trajectory, there was a moment of calm. He accepted his fate.

If he was to survive, he would need a miracle.

The Artefacts

Undead---God — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 19:17:48 GMT

~Prologue, part one~

Billions of years ago, when Eden was a barren rock, there were three deities, but completely unique; neither god nor goddess.

One was Kela; the deity of water.

One was Parnza; thew deity of fire.

One was Sholva, deity of fire and lava.

The three deities transformed the planet from a rock into a place full of activity and life. However, after millions of years, as more life evolved by itself and the deities were not needed, they started to fade away. With what was left of their power they trapped themelves in three statues on the edge of a volcano about to erupt. Asleep, they lay there as the lava flew from its nest and rushed down the mountain in a burning fury. A volcano weaker than no other, the waves of lava reached the sea and hardened, more than trebling the size of the already massive island. As for the statues, no one knows, and that was the deities purpose. Whether they fell into the volcano, were buried under lava when it froze or sank to the bottom of the ocean, anything powerful enough to find them once more would definetly be a terrible thing that would bring death and hatred to all of Eden, and that was their design, to lie dormant and unnoticed until needed once more.

The Good The Bad and The Big Hand

UltimaOmega — Wed, 16 May 2007 05:53:10 GMT

Eden, the world of worship. A great world covered with endless oceans deep enough to swallow a god, high mountains which pierce the heavens, and green lands which nurture the tiny weak mortals called humans. This is the world were gods are born from the purest prayers and are forgotten to the infinite nether. "HAY BOSS!!!" "AAHHHHHHHH!!" The ground trembled and buildings were crumbling like rocks from the great voice. "OH DEAR LORD WHY IS HE ANGRY WITH US AGAIN?!" A small and cowering villager was running in circles as he frantically continued his questioning of what they have done to "provoke" their god. The red floating demon was laughing at the destruction. "WOW didn't mean ta scare you like that but what amazing results! You gotta admit this is fun!" The saintly priest was mortified seeing such a terrible site. "Hush you depraved lunatic! All those poor villagers have just lost their homes!" "Eeeeehhh there lucky the're didnt loose their lives..... OK well THEIR lucky." "Leader you musn't be so easily suprised, next time it could be a volcano erupting." "Yeah boss dont be such a chicken!" "Oh you stop that!" A vein could be seen on the gods hand. As a divine being even he could not believe that his yin and yang, his advisors were so irritating. In Eden, all gods don't have the same problem our god does. They, like humans can ignore the voices in their heads and do whatever they wanted to. for our god ignoring these two isn't a very easy job, especially when they can appear in spiritual form and nag you constantly. "OK OK Jeeze dont go flying out your robes beardy, Oh boss i fogot to tell you there was some big something, that somethign was going to something... uhhh i fogot." "Or you were to busy staring at that woman with the uhhhh rather large uhhmm." "Bah! The boss should get busy! I hear there's a god out there who turns to a cow and gets-it-down-and diiirty!" "Why do i even bother. Leader i believe our red fool here was trying to remind you the creature somehow broke his leash and is down eating cows." The saint on his rainbow spewing cloud was pointing at the great lion devouring bovine near his pen. "Perhaps it wasnt a good idea putting that farm so close to the creature's pen temptation seems to reflect from our friend here." "Me and the big guy are like this! Your just jealous that your "GOOD VIBES" haven't made this MEAN CARNIVORE from goin hippy!" "Well i never, Course you never, OH just stop it!" The two were bicking amonst themselves Life as a god is not easy. The tedious cleaning up of was. Keeping the Creature from going to the bathroom alover the fountain. Hoping villagers stop begging for more children as their wives almost resemble walking gaping wombs. Perhaps a vacation was in order, perhaps takinga few years off would ease his infinite and troubled mind from imploding on itself. To be continued.... if you guys want it to.

Life of a God- We All Write It

figgy13 — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 05:49:13 GMT

I saw something in the Fable 2 fan fiction and it inspired me to make one for the Black and White 2 fan fiction too. This is what you do... Ill start a story and end with ... then someone else will begin the story where I left off and end with ... also. LIFE OF A GOD The voice of something costantly nagged in the ear of this young god. Finally he awakened and it felt as he had been sleeping for an eternity. He had no idea where he was but the voice was still nagging at his ear. It apeared to be saying, " Please help us, Please hear us, mighty God." He looked around in the void he was currently in and started to float toward the crying voice and as he did so it slowly became more clear and loud. As the god floated closer suddenly...

The Chronicle of Zatl ~ The Series Combined

Undead---God — Tue, 30 Oct 2007 21:06:15 GMT

As some of you may know, I have written a series folowing a god named Zatl. There are three threads of the main series: The Returning, The Legend of Parsh and now The Inner Realms. All three will be compiled within this thread, alterations made wherever necessary. The Inner Realms story, however, will only be posted when it is complete.

So, to start, the chapter that started it off:

The Returning: Chapter 1

It was a time of war, and Zatl loved it. People fighting for him, dying for him, though he could easily crush the invaders myself. There was, of course, one problem. and that was Hajjina, the city by the sea.

It had once been the capital, when Zatl was a god of mercy and love, but as he grew in strength he had left it in order to find a better location. He hadn't abandoned them, but they were furious. For years they had been the focus of his attention, but now he was gone. They should have counted themselves fortunate; he had become , and the people of his new city were his victims. But they wanted him back. Had they not heard about what had happened? Did they not know of his change of heart? Fine. If they wanted him, they could have him. Summoning all his strength, Zatl launched wave after wave of death upon them. Volcanoes, earthquakes, even a hurricane. The city was destroyed. As he stood by and watched, pleased with his efforts, Zatl noticed something. One building had survived the wreckage. He moved closer, eager to get a look at what building he could focus my hatred on. Startled, he saw it was a nursery, with five children in. Zatl had been hoping for a temple, or an altar, how could a nursery possibly survive? Gathering his power, he decided a meteor strike would be best. But then, that would be too quick.

He had lots of time, though the war was still waging the immortal troops could not be beaten by mere humans. He decided to let their suffering drag on. How long? A day? A week? A year? All too short. He wanted something grand, that would show his enemies how heartless he was. Fifty. He would let them remain as children for fifty years, but then when they turned adults he would know, and their slow, painful death would begin. Proud, he returned to the front line, where the troops were engaged in battle. He just watched for years, watched the enemy get crushed, watched his units grow in strength and watched myself take steps closer to world leader. But then he saw the impossible. The remains of his troops were scattered on the ground, and the enemy was inside Zatl's capital. Quickly, he made a shield around them, trapping them. How did they, pitiful human mortals, defeat the troops? Zatl stared at them, hoping for some clue. They were struggling, pushing against the semi-transparent, black barrier that was their prison. They would remain there, he decided, until he released them, and the power of lightning as well. This, however, was not to be. With a loud smashing sound, the soldiers broke free of the shield. But how? Not even Creatures could escape from a prison of . Only something with incredible power, equal to that of gods, or someone with a completely kind soul could break that. But the troops were not gods, clearly, and they were not completely . After all, they were part of an army, and they had killed. So how? There was a way, but that was impossible. If what Zatl thought was happening actually was happening, it could prove to be his downfall.

The fight for Xeon.

Undead---God — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 20:31:23 GMT

As Eden aged, people had no need for gods. What would once have been solved with miracles was solved with bloodshed. Lands once ruled by deities was ruled under a mortal hand. But all their power had to go somewhere. As the strength of the gods diminished, and their numbers dwindled, a select few mortals realised divine powers. Generation after generation more and more of these gifted people were born, each more powerful then their predecessors.
And thus opened the world of magic. For over a century the world lived peacefully, united by shared power over this magic. The Aztecs and the Greeks forged a powerful alliance, and even shared a Capital, Xeon. This city was the largest on the planet, ruled by the leaders of the tribes. The Greek ruler ruled the West, and the Aztec ruled the East of the city. Both were powerful, and relied on their mages to support the city. Warlocks, under the Aztec ruler's command, protected the city from crime and mages, under the command of the Greek ruler, made sure fields were wall watered, and buildings were kept in condition.
To celebrate the one hundredth anniversary of Xeon, a massive festival took place in the castle. Everyone from across the land was invited. For three days feasts were laid out for all, rich and poor. The people of Eden, of all tribes and professions, were united once more, to celebrate one hundred years of peace between the two tribes.
But, as the festival was drawing to a close, the Aztec leader had vanished. No one knew, and no one knows, what happened to him. The only clue was his golden necklace, found in the possession of the Greek ruler. A terrible uprising occurred. Aztecs wanted his blood to be spilt, but the Greeks wanted his life to be spared, convinced he was innocent. And from this the fighting started once more, for the first time in a century. Xeon was abandoned and, convinced that magic was the cause of the disappearance of their leader, the Aztecs sentenced everyone with power over magic to death, rounding up anyone they could find and killing them. Very few survived, but there were enough left to create a new tribe, united by fear and hatred. The Divinities practised their magic, refining it and perfecting their abilities. Mages and Warlocks, fighting alongside each other for the first time since the height of Xeon, defending themselves against both the Aztecs and the Greeks. The Aztecs were convinced the Greeks used magic to banish their ruler, and no one - not even the Aztec Warlocks - were spared their wrath. The Greeks believed the same, that Mages and Warlocks killed the Aztec leader, but had framed the Greeks to escape punishment for their crimes.
It was this that started a three way war, between the Aztecs, the Greeks and the Divinities.
As the Divinities grew in strength, more types of mage appeared. As well as the standard Mage, not limited to any specific field but not particularly talented in any, and Warlocks, strong magical fighters, other magical races appeared. Dwarves had magical strength, making up for their lack of height with immense power, and people with seemingly no magic had the power to read, and even control, minds. These were only a few new tribes of the Divinities. As the magic of their tribe grew, so did the variety.
And so they decided it was time to rule the world, and give Eden divine rulers once more. Not gods this time, but mages, of all types. And to start, they needed a capital. And the ideal place was Xeon.

Journey of a Deity

alakoth — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 22:20:17 GMT

Chapter 1 - Birth

"Help us! Please, we call to the Heavens!"

A prayer... It always started with a prayer... We always listened out for the prayers... Countless millennia I had lain in that Void, listening to the endless chatter of innumerable gods... Aeons trapped in that featureless place, with nothing to see but the eternal bubbles of divinity, nothing to hear but the talk of unborn gods...

And now I could escape.

I seized the chance, pushing past any other gods that also attempted to escape the mindless tedium of the Void. Throwing myself at the barrier that separated the eternal Void from the infinite Cosmos, I passed through.

Relief washed over me; I had escaped, I was finally a born god, I had been lucky, and now I was free.

But first I needed to find the divine planet, Eden, where the gods were ordained to rule.

"Help us! Please, we call to the Heavens!"

I let the prayer guide me, floating through the universe, flying towards Eden. The planet soon rose up before me, and I crossed the varied lands, deserts, forests, jungles, until I arrived at that island, where the prayer was strongest.

I saw what was happening, and understood at once, a man and woman, terrified; as a child, no doubt their son, swam, seeming not to notice the sharks swimming towards him.

Instantly, I formed my essence into a basic hand and plucked the boy out of the water. I dropped it next to the parents, who instantly gave their son a relieved hug before falling to their knees before me.

"Thank you! Thank you, O Mighty One!" cried the woman, her voice betraying a slight anxiety before me. The man, also showing a slight nervousness, also cried out,

"Our people will want to worship you!"

These mortals were refreshingly direct. The family instantly began running away, through a small valley. I was about to follow them when I was distracted by the sudden apparition of a demon and a bearded man, seated on a cloud.

"Greetings!" said the man. The demon pulled a face at him before also speaking,

"We're your conscience."
"..."
"And ."
"Ying and Yang,"
"Black and White," The bearded man pushed past the demon on his cloud,
"As part of you, we'll guide you through this world, but first we should follow your new worshippers."

I noticed the mortals had turned round to see why I was holding back. They didn't seem to notice the two floating figures,

"Oh don't worry boss, the mortals can't see anything." the demon reassured me, as though he had read my mind (which, I reason, he probably had)

I followed the family to a clearing, where a group of people were dancing around a stone. Their apparent leader came up to me,

"Holy One! We welcome you to this land. Your arrival was foretold! The Temple is almost ready!" the man pointed over a body of water, where I could see a scaffold-surrounded, circular building, half-finished. The man faced me again, "But first, Holy One, could I ask what your most revered name is?"

My name? We weren't born with names. I quickly thought one up, saying the first one that came to mind,

"I'm...Kayn."

This started a round of 'praise Kayn' s from the worshippers, and when it had died down, the leader spoke again.

"Most Holy Kayn, we shall finish your Temple for you at once!" I thought I heard a quiet 'you better' from the corner of my mind, followed by a 'shush, the Leader's speaking!' and then a round of whispered insults.

It would take me time to get used to these 'consciences'.

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That's all for now! Soo, any comments? Suggestions? Criticisms?

The Norse

xeonman — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 18:31:21 GMT

You can probably tell what the stories about, hope you enjoy it!

The Norse land, a kingdom that was once strong and sturdy, they lived of barely anything and became strong because of it. Now the Norse kingdom has crumbled away. All that is left are small tribes that fight between each other for food and wood and ore. But now there is a change in Eden the three other tribes are gathering armies and readying there defences, the Norse, cannot. When a young boy hears this he prays to the heavens for the Gods to help, far into space past time and space, a god is borne.

That was just the intro, chapter one will be out soon.

The God Game

Evelond — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 17:13:26 GMT

Chapter 1 - The End

"Hard to believe it's over, isn't it?"

I looked over the faces of my friends as Caitlin spoke. This was the last time their persons would walk these halls as local students. It was sad, really--two years had passed far too quickly.

"Yeah. Just sort of kept us busy the whole year and said 'Alright, you're done, have a nice summer and go on to the highschool after that. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.'"

"Oh, come on, it's not that sudden", I rebutted. "I mean, it could be worse--we could have ended in February."

Everyone shuddered. February had been the most dramatic month of our middle school lives... friendship terminations, severe depression among peers, breakups... It was a total mess. To have left then would have been to start high school, the supposed most important years of our lives, on a terrible note.

The bell rang, and we all just looked at eachother. None of us wanted to leave--we had the whole summer ahead of us to have fun, sure, but... for many of us, this was bye. Maybe not permanently, but with regards to how things were...

"Well... bye," I said. Everyone nodded, and left for their buses. I looked out my window. Caitlin, Ron, Amy, Liz, Will, Joseph... This year's end had been the least dramatic one yet; but somehow there was a greater sense of sadness now than there had been ever before. I don't quite know what it was.

* * *

The bus ride home was long--Caitlin, who lived across the street from me, got a ride home from her parents instead, so I had no one to talk to. By the time I'd reached my stop, my mind was drowning in nostalgia.

There was no car in the driveway--I would be free for about half an hour to do whatever I wanted. But instead of playing music extremely loud or setting up the controllers for Rock Band, I took a trip upstairs and booted up the computer. Minutes passed by and I was greeted by my desktop. I opened Firefox.

As the browser program loaded I had a revelation. It was a weird time for an epiphany, but appropriate. This was a new beginning. Aspects of life that I loved were to disappear, but so would I have a chance to restart. High school was my gateway to a new life.

But there was an entire summer I needed to get through to achieve it--no. I could not wait that long. Feelings are temporary and I was ripe with creativity. But how to unleash it?

"W..W..W.. dot... kays... splace... dot... com". Up popped the fansite, and I eagerly went to download one of my favorite maps for one of my favorite games.

After the download was complete, I opened the trainer--a magical device that basically ruined the game by letting you control it in every aspect imaginable. On this particular map, though, I had the feeling I'd be needing it.

The button read "Play Black & White 2". I clicked it, and began a new game...

Welcome to the Torture Pit.

* * *

(Part 2 of Chapter 1 will come in the next post. Special thanks for the entire storyline goes to Kays for creating the website at which I found the Torture Pit, and to the creator of the Torture Pit, the most fun BnW2 map I have had the pleasure to play on.)

The Aztec god: The beguining of a god

Blitz_rockon — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 16:57:23 GMT

In this fanfic im actually going to base my stories on an Aztec god, not a Greek one, just to break free from the crowd of good Greek god fanfics, My god is called Spire, the aztec god of war, he has a pet turtle called crusher who's name will become clear later on. he is an aztec god so i will be needing 2 good gods of any tribe and a greek god of any alignment. simpley put the following info Name: Age: Alignment: Miricles: (made up or any miricles from 1,2,or BOTG) Description of god: (is he shy destructive, kind or helping and any other info about what god he is and his personality) Creature: (again made up, from 1,2 or BOTG) Size: (from 4m-14m) Alignment: Miricles: description: Power: (how strong a god are you, are you weak and need other gods to survive or can you kill gods with ease) City: (how big your city is, village, town, city, metropolis) Trib: (what trib do you lead) i need 1 greek god, 2 good gods and tribe, and all other gods are free to chose, but please dont all be good, neuteral is fine but not all good.

Telemnar's Tale

OVERLORDX — Wed, 06 Oct 2004 01:36:16 GMT

This is my first attempt at writing a B&W2 story, feel free to comment and criticize as this will only help improve my story. The next post should be my story

The Story of Semaj

Egdirdla — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 03:14:59 GMT

Prologue:

Many millenea ago there were no gods in the land called Eden. Then because of one pure prayer asking for rain the first god was born. His name was Semaj. This is the story of his beginnings and--

"Beardy what are you doing?"

"Demon don't interrupt while i'm talking!"

"Well i'm just wondering what you're doing."

"I'm telling the story of how our leader came to be."

"To who?"

"Well the readers of course."

"Ohhhh. Listen folks our boss was the first god to exist in Eden, he's an god, his creature is a"

"What are you talking about, the leader isn't !"

"Well he's not a god."

"That's because he's more of a neutral god."

"Neutral, , they're both not ."

"That doesn't make it the same! Look you've gotten me way off topic, there's not even enough time to finish the prologue. You ruined everything!"

"Then my work here is done. See you later folks, hope you enjoy the first chapter when it comes out."

The Awakening of The Lords

TheGoldLord — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:02:16 GMT

So here i am. Joined like 15 mins ago, already replied 6-7 times. Huge addict to BW2. And now. To publish the story's which roam around the dark corners of my head at night. Story's about Gods. Gods, Gods. Gods with army's of hell. Or whith hard working, dedicated Saint-Like Farmers. So, my children. Come around this nice and Cheery campfire (well, atleast imagine its there) and listen to me (or act like you do so).

The siren wonder.

Jahiri — Sun, 20 Jan 2008 20:11:23 GMT

This is my first.. I thought I give it a shot

25 August 623 AT ( After Tonar, the First prophet of Zunea )

Another day at the Siren temple.. I wonder for how long the Prophets let us worship there.. Danlar Said if he had to pray and sing for another day, he would go farming.

We, the Village of Shacan, begin to doupt our leader, Taro the 5th. He claims to have heard the voice of Zunea, and that she ordered 40 man and women to worship at the siren wonder.

That was almost 60 days ago.

Nothing has happened, and our village is in need of food, we could be of much more use if we start getting the grain of our fields.

I saw Zeloni today at the market.. What a women. Too bad she is already engaged. Praise be to Zunea if she sees me one day...

well, I should get to bed now.. tomorrow is an early start, we have to get worshipping.

29 August 723 AT

thing Danlar didn't quit. Taro and the other Prophets said that we are nearly done. Tomorrow is the great ceremony, in which Taro will summon the Siren of Zunea. I hope he isn't lying, more than 60 days of worship for nothing.. The villagers knows what to do with those kind of men.

Taro knows it too. He doesnt look to shure of himself. He even walked away from the midday prair. Not something the Head Prophet should do.

Hopefully we will see some magic tomorrow.

The neighbors child, Kadeus is leaving house, Hes building a house at a very strange spot.. Normaly, the prophets or one of the Woman ( Women who are in special service of Zunea) tell someone where to build a house. He just found a place in the woods. Near a well. He says he feels at home there..

Maybe he would one day become a prophet. Who knows. Sitting in the university all day in the capital doesn't seem such a horrible idea.

30 August 723 AT.

WOW, that was amazing. Seeing Taro standing on top of the huge Tempel. His beautiful white garment with golden rims waving in the wind. The strange blue fires flickering. When the Woman began their shant, Tare began to make strange steps, asif he was dancing. Praying out loud to Zunea. The entire village attended the ceremony. Most people where watching from a distance. Because of the hight of the building, it was quite difficult to see him from close by.

For my father, Janes, this was his second summoning. When I was a child he told me about the imigrands that had come to this town after that. My mother being one of them. Before the first summoning, the village was just a gathering of a few farms in the hills. Now it has over 300 people. Most of them being immigrants or decendents of them.

OK, back to the temple.

After Taro was finishing his "dance moves" there was a long silence. Everybody was breathless.

Suddenly Taro threw his hands upwards, and from him and the intire temple shot a huge blue pillar of light, high into the sky. People jumped up, including myself. Saying words of disbelive. Most people had not expected this. My father remained sitting in the grass. Laughing a bit to himself.

In the distance, over the hills near the east, we could see another blue light. It must have been near one of the heretics villages.

After the ceremony we all went home. Later that night one of the Prophets came by my house, giving me a pine branch and some food. A sign of luck and fortune.

I placed the branch in my altar. Hopefully it will give us some luck with the crops.

I wonder if the immigrants will come. I dont know how the magic of the siren works. I doupt even Taro knows. but, seeing as it worked before, it might work this time too.

Maybe, just like my father, I can find my lover among them...

A Story from Grandfather

Boxxero — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 17:20:05 GMT

Okay this is my first time writing a story so if its not its not my

fault.

Divine Intervention

TheIwatchingyou — Wed, 11 Jan 2006 07:55:45 GMT

Ok, I like to write, so here is one of my story starters, its quite long, and it took me about 8 hours to write, so here it is.

Armageddon Dawn

TALON_LIGHTHANDS — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 13:24:20 GMT

I promised everyone a sequel. It's been a while in writing but here is the prologue and first chapter. Let me know what you all think! It is a continuation of The Journal of Talon: Through Eden. The changed endings are taken into account. They were created to set the stage for this story. And now, with no further ado, I present to you, Armageddon Dawn!

The Inner Realms

Undead---God — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 17:59:10 GMT

So then, this is a continuation of The Legend Of Parsh (Which itself is a continuation of The Returning). This is the third in the main series, but there's two spin offs, The Tale of Panaka and The Tale of Tarn. If you haven't read any, you don't need to to understand this but I'd still like you to take a look at them of course .

~Prologue~

Zatl had been ruler of the Inner Realms for over a month. He had been chosen for being one of the strongest gods in existence, but he had denied it. Following a massive surge in strength, however, Kon - the god of all gods - had offered him it again and, with no reason to remain on Eden since he had forced the invaders away, Zatll accepted.

The Inner Realms was the land of the gods. If a god was banished to the void, tehre was a chance that he would arrive at the Inner Realms, there to live for ever or to train and return to Eden at some point.

Gallia, his loyal creature, also now lived in the Inner Realms. Gallia was a creature like no other. Originally, he had been a mortal snake like any other. However, a trader god found him and enchanted him. He grew to a massive size, and his original snake head split into three lion heads.

This trader, however, merely wanted to profit from creations. After a short line of masters, Gallia was ousted by all who knew him, and left to die. To for a or even neutral god to take him in, and too loyal and caring for any god to take him. However, Zatl was none of these. A god in a league of his own, Zatl was both and yet somehow not neutral. His image took centre stage to all who didn't know him, but to those who did his personality stood out. Zatl blessed Gallia further. Three long, strong tongues in each mouth, venomous fangs and, most recently, further improved skin, strength, a sting in his tail and the ability to grow legs and wings. Gallia and Zatl met the trader during a festival of the gods, and, confident that the new model of snake creatures could defeat the outdated gallia - to him, a brand name instead of Gallia's name - challenged Gllia to a battle. The new, cobra creature against Gallia. With his intense training over the years, plus the numerous charms he had been blessed with, Gallia easily won and, as the terms of the contest said, the trader handed his ability to turn snakes into creatures to Zatl.

"Are the gates prepared?" Zatl asked one of his mages. The mages had been there since the start of time, long before Zatl was born, but it was Zatl who created them. The reason that this was possible was that, when he became the god of the Inner Realms, he sent all his mages back in time to the start of existence to work there. The mages were all once mortal, but Zatl took them and used an epic to give them godly powers. Some were fairly weak, others had godly strength. The only mortal he ever successfully turned into a god was Latz. Built in his image, Latz was identical to Zatl in personality, appearances and strength. However, even he was not a true god. If his temple were to be destroyed he would travel to the land of the dead, the land of dead mortals, not the void. However, in the Inner Realms he was enirely free of this worry.

"Yes Sir, the gates have been constructed to your design." the mage said. Two diamond gates had been built into the wall. Through them the outside of Zatl's temple was visible. On the highest floor, it could be expected that if anyone were to open them and step out they would plummet to the ground. However, this was not the case. They had been blessed, enchanted and charmed, until they had constructed gates capable of leading to Eden. If someone were to step through, then they would arrive at Eden.

" work. Now, I want these to be moved. Put them at the edge of the city, by the gates leading to the void. Oh, and bring those up here. I want to greet new arrivals personally." Zatl ordered. The mage nodded, and clicked his fingers. The gates disappeared and in their place stood two less impressive, though still grand, golden ones that led to the void.

The Land Between

donkywonky1 — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 17:42:05 GMT

This is my first B&W 2 story, so it's probably not that .

The Land Between>>

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:..Prologue..:>>

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Everything starts somewhere, and the birth of a god is no exception. Pure prayers bring forth these beings into existence, but a lack of prayer can be the end of one.>>

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Some gods are banished by powers greater than even the gods themselves understand. These gods were leaders of great religious cults, religious cults.>>

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The greatest, and most , of these gods was Xatl. Xatl has done something thought impossible. Something no god has done before. He has escaped the captivity…>>

Black & White Comic Thread

elemily — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 16:07:39 GMT

Issue 1 : Public Transport

Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave feedback

Revenge of the Mighty One

CooLAZ — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 17:19:12 GMT

Hello, everybody!

Welcome to the brand new thread for my first B&W2 fan fiction, Revenge of the Mighty One.

The chapters I've written so far will be posted on the next posts.

Enjoy!

The tale of Panaka

Undead---God — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:25:41 GMT

Prologue: When two gods fall in love, an orb sometimes appears. The egg is a blue sphere, with glowing lights. After a few weeks, the egg will disappear and in it;s place will be an infant god. This is what happened when a young, weak, Aztec god Zatl, met the also young and weak Kalas, of the Norse. When the god was born - baby gods are born as toddlers with no powers, and grow as humans until they reach the age of about sixteen when they become gods and age much slower - they named her Panaka. When she was the age of seven, however, something terrible happened. A Greek invasion began. The ships arrived, and took the island. Knowing they were doomed, they had no choice but to leave Panaka with a human family on another land - it had been kept a secret from her that she would soon be a goddess - and to flee. Reluctantly, the two gods visited the Japanese, left Panaka at the orphanage and tried to hide from the Greek god.

The tale of Tarn

Zatl — Tue, 20 Feb 2007 01:25:01 GMT

Now, as you can see the title is the same as my Panaka story just the name has been changed. I'm making this fanfic now but I might not post any chapters for ages. I can tell you a bit about it though. Tarn will be Panaka's daughter/son. I'm going to flip a coin to decide which. This story is set much later after The legend of Parsh, once the war is won (and I'm sure that I can say that without ruining the story for any readers of it since there is a twist, a big one). A big secret about Zatl's past will be uncovered. So, that's all I can say, for now. Chapter one could be in an hour or a month.