A man with long black hair and a beard wakes up without a clue of who he is or about his past life. He finds himself in what remains of some ancient shambles of a prison in the middle of a vast wasteland. He is greeted shortly after waking by an angel who claims that she was sent to protect him against the horrors that would consume him in the wilderness. Additionally, the angel instructs him to gather what little amount of people are able to survive in the wastes and lead them to a safe haven, however the location of this safe haven is vague at best to the protagonist. He then leaves the ruins with great ease as they have long ago been out of order. After wandering for some time searching for life and honing his skills at utilizing his guardian angel’s power (manipulating objects without touching them, improved strength… etc) he finds yet another ruin. Deciding to gather his thoughts and rest for at least a little while, he makes his shelter there.
After living there for a few days he catches a brief glance at a nearby traveling heard of large white beasts about 80 feet from the his encampment. And from then on he would make a regular basis out of sneaking among them while they slept and placing food for them to eat that they might evade starvation.. One day, a cub of the pack had decided to make it’s way into the man’s ruin and sleep with him for the night (the man was initially terrified by this but later realized that this small pup, at least, meant him no harm).Things were livable, not ideal necessarily but certainly livable.
The morning after however, he was lying with his back to the floor when he saw in the sky, some vultures cycling around. Deeply concerned, he woke the cub beside him and started for were he remembered seeing the cub’s pack. But within only a few seconds he had already seen what amounted to a few discarded limbs and an array of blood spatter, partially soaked up by the thirsty terrain. The beast that was left emitted a long a terrible roar at the sadness of it’s great loss. The angel then reappeared to the man and explained that while she offered her most sincere condolences, he must press on to find the menace responsible and if at all possible, any survivors. After hearing this he did come to realize that there was a trail of blood to be followed. And so he mounted up atop the beast that remained and road for were ever the blood trail lead.
The trail dissipated gradually and he had no idea were to look and so he departed for a far off settlement which he could barely see in the distance. He arrived there and was provided with food and lodging but while there heard various remarks from the villagers that there was something wrong with his hands and that he “has a demon” He came to notice that all the people of this place had no black fur, red skin or long claws on their hands like he did. Confused, he consulted the angel and was quickly reassured that the whole business pertained to ‘scars of the past’ and ought not to be paid any heed. That night he stabled his pet near him at the inn he was sleeping in, and he slept good dreams of leading the people of this region to the oasis that the angel had promised.
The following morning he awoke only to the sight of burning buildings and slaughtered innocents. Cursing the heavens, he was then confronted by his angel but realizes not only that it was laughing at the atrocities that had transpired there but also that the villagers were right, he did indeed have a demon. (it no longer chose to appear as a messenger of light but as a smoldering menace with large horns and an oddly majestic evil about him, oh yeah it’s actually a him) He came to realize that the way his hands looked were probably a result of channeling the demon’s sorcery, and that weather he liked it or not, he was a warlock.
The man discovered one of the demon’s minions (a possessed corpse of a human) continuing to slaughter townsfolk and demanded that it tell him were his master was. Afraid of loosing access to the realm of men, the possessed corpse hurriedly tells him. Of course, the man had no intention of leaving such a monstrosity alive and quickly destroyed it along with all it’s brethren. Filled with a rage he mounted his beast and rode for the destination told to him and during this time he was continuing to be tormented by his demon. And it tells him that all along, the oasis was really the demon’s base of operations and that he would manage to expunge all who live regardless of weather the man had brought any survivors with him or not. And so he reaches his goal and finds a blighted, black area with a horrifying black, burning tower in the center… (I put the rest in add. details)
(out of which he could hear screams of suffering and other various terrors, even from far away), it was undoubtedly from the Realm of ****. He lets out a fearsome battle cry and prepares to charge towards the blighted region alongside some of the citizens of the recently usurped village. He does this, but only to be knocked unconscious from behind.
He then woke up inside the base’s gates, caged in a small and painfully jagged prison. Determined to escape he manages to trick a nearby guard (another human corpse, half transformed into a demon form) into getting himself killed by a caged beast (the same species as his pet) he then gradually manages to emancipate many of these beasts and even a few humans from captivity and takes part in a revolution against their tormentor, the man’s demon. Our protagonist finally makes it to the top of the hellish tower and finds his pet, the beast, chained to the floor and floating above the ground with unnatural forces.
The demon was trying to be summoned to the realm of men via the body of the man’s pet. He would not stand for this and ran towards the partially summoned demon and impaled it in the chest, separating it from the cub’s body and ultimately saving it. The sky then starts to snow over merely a course of hours, the lands starts to heal and all remained demon inhabitants burst into flame and become diminished.
And while the man begins to depart for what was probably no longer the wasteland, he is confronted by one of the men he freed. He asks the protagonist to come with him back to his homeland and join his people. It was just after our hero accepts when he realizes that this man he rescued was the king of a great people and that things were probably going to be much more happy from here on in, maybe…

That’s the plot of book 1 of like maybe 3

ACTUALLY I’M MORE INTERESTED IN WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORY IN GENERAL, NOT MY MEDIOCRE SUMMARY OF IT, AND BY THE WAY, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE THE QUESTION JUST BECAUSE IT’S LONG. I’VE TRIED EXTREMELY HARD TO MAKE ANSWERING IT WORTH YOUR WHILE!!!!!!!

A man with long black hair and a beard wakes up without a clue of who he is or about his past life. He finds himself in what remains of some ancient shambles of a prison in the middle of a vast wasteland. He is greeted shortly after waking by an angel who claims that she was sent to protect him against the horrors that would consume him in the wilderness. Additionally, the angel instructs him to gather what little amount of people are able to survive in the wastes and lead them to a safe haven, however the location of this safe haven is vague at best to the protagonist. He then leaves the ruins with great ease as they have long ago been out of order. After wandering for some time searching for life and honing his skills at utilizing his guardian angel’s power (manipulating objects without touching them, improved strength… etc) he finds yet another ruin. Deciding to gather his thoughts and rest for at least a little while, he makes his shelter there.
After living there for a few days he catches a brief glance at a nearby traveling heard of large white beasts about 80 feet from the his encampment. And from then on he would make a regular basis out of sneaking among them while they slept and placing food for them to eat that they might evade starvation.. One day, a cub of the pack had decided to make it’s way into the man’s ruin and sleep with him for the night (the man was initially terrified by this but later realized that this small pup, at least, meant him no harm).Things were livable, not ideal necessarily but certainly livable.
The morning after however, he was lying with his back to the floor when he saw in the sky, some vultures cycling around. Deeply concerned, he woke the cub beside him and started for were he remembered seeing the cub’s pack. But within only a few seconds he had already seen what amounted to a few discarded limbs and an array of blood spatter, partially soaked up by the thirsty terrain. The beast that was left emitted a long a terrible roar at the sadness of it’s great loss. The angel then reappeared to the man and explained that while she offered her most sincere condolences, he must press on to find the menace responsible and if at all possible, any survivors. After hearing this he did come to realize that there was a trail of blood to be followed. And so he mounted up atop the beast that remained and road for were ever the blood trail lead.
The trail dissipated gradually and he had no idea were to look and so he departed for a far off settlement which he could barely see in the distance. He arrived there and was provided with food and lodging but while there heard various remarks from the villagers that there was something wrong with his hands and that he “has a demon” He came to notice that all the people of this place had no black fur, red skin or long claws on their hands like he did. Confused, he consulted the angel and was quickly reassured that the whole business pertained to ‘scars of the past’ and ought not to be paid any heed. That night he stabled his pet near him at the inn he was sleeping in, and he slept good dreams of leading the people of this region to the oasis that the angel had promised.
The following morning he awoke only to the sight of burning buildings and slaughtered innocents. Cursing the heavens, he was then confronted by his angel but realizes not only that it was laughing at the atrocities that had transpired there but also that the villagers were right, he did indeed have a demon. (it no longer chose to appear as a messenger of light but as a smoldering menace with large horns and an oddly majestic evil about him, oh yeah it’s actually a him) He came to realize that the way his hands looked were probably a result of channeling the demon’s sorcery, and that weather he liked it or not, he was a warlock.
The man discovered one of the demon’s minions (a possessed corpse of a human) continuing to slaughter townsfolk and demanded that it tell him were his master was. Afraid of loosing access to the realm of men, the possessed corpse hurriedly tells him. Of course, the man had no intention of leaving such a monstrosity alive and quickly destroyed it along with all it’s brethren. Filled with a rage he mounted his beast and rode for the destination told to him and during this time he was continuing to be tormented by his demon. And it tells him that all along, the oasis was really the demon’s base of operations and that he would manage to expunge all who live regardless of weather the man had brought any survivors with him or not. And so he reaches his goal and finds a blighted, black area with a horrifying black, burning tower in the center(out of which he could hear screams of suffe
(out of which he could hear screams of suffering and other various terrors, even from far away), it was undoubtedly from the Realm of ****. He lets out a fearsome battle cry and prepares to charge towards the blighted region alongside some of the citizens of the recently usurped village. He does this, but only to be knocked unconscious from behind.
He then woke up inside the base’s gates, caged in a small and painfully jagged prison. Determined to escape he manages to trick a nearby guard (another human corpse, half transformed into a demon form) into getting himself killed by a caged beast (the same species as his pet) he then gradually manages to emancipate many of these beasts and even a few humans from captivity and takes part in a revolution against their tormentor, the man’s demon. Our protagonist finally makes it to the top of the hellish tower and finds his pet, the beast, chained to the floor and floating above the ground with unnatural forces.
The demon was trying to be summoned to the realm of men via the body of the man’s pet. He would not stand for this and ran towards the partially summoned demon and impaled it in the chest, separating it from the cub’s body and ultimately saving it. The sky then starts to snow over merely a course of hours, the lands starts to heal and all remained demon inhabitants burst into flame and become diminished.
And while the man begins to depart for what was probably no longer the wasteland, he is confronted by one of the men he freed. He asks the protagonist to come with him back to his homeland and join his people. It was just after our hero accepts when he realizes that this man he rescued was the king of a great people and that things were probably going to be much more happy from here on in, maybe…

That’s the plot of book 1 of like maybe 3
Thanks guys, you truly redefine the term constructive criticism. And in a good way I might add, take tare of yourselves.
*care* not tare…

Tell me what you make of this plot…..?
A man with long black hair and a beard wakes up without a clue of who he is or about his past life. He finds himself in what remains of some ancient shambles of a prison in the middle of a vast wasteland. He is greeted shortly after waking by an angel who claims that she was sent to protect him against the horrors that would consume him in the wilderness. Additionally, the angel instructs him to gather what little amount of people are able to survive in the wastes and lead them to a safe haven, however the location of this safe haven is vague at best to the protagonist. He then leaves the ruins with great ease as they have long ago been out of order. After wandering for some time searching for life and honing his skills at utilizing his guardian angel’s power (manipulating objects without touching them, improved strength… etc) he finds yet another ruin. Deciding to gather his thoughts and rest for at least a little while, he makes his shelter there.
After living there for a few days he catches a brief glance at a nearby traveling heard of large white beasts about 80 feet from the his encampment. And from then on he would make a regular basis out of sneaking among them while they slept and placing food for them to eat that they might evade starvation.. One day, a cub of the pack had decided to make it’s way into the man’s ruin and sleep with him for the night (the man was initially terrified by this but later realized that this small pup, at least, meant him no harm).Things were livable, not ideal necessarily but certainly livable.
The morning after however, he was lying with his back to the floor when he saw in the sky, some vultures cycling around. Deeply concerned, he woke the cub beside him and started for were he remembered seeing the cub’s pack. But within only a few seconds he had already seen what amounted to a few discarded limbs and an array of blood spatter, partially soaked up by the thirsty terrain. The beast that was left emitted a long a terrible roar at the sadness of it’s great loss. The angel then reappeared to the man and explained that while she offered her most sincere condolences, he must press on to find the menace responsible and if at all possible, any survivors. After hearing this he did come to realize that there was a trail of blood to be followed. And so he mounted up atop the beast that remained and road for were ever the blood trail lead.
The trail dissipated gradually and he had no idea were to look and so he departed for a far off settlement which he could barely see in the distance. He arrived there and was provided with food and lodging but while there heard various remarks from the villagers that there was something wrong with his hands and that he “has a demon” He came to notice that all the people of this place had no black fur, red skin or long claws on their hands like he did. Confused, he consulted the angel and was quickly reassured that the whole business pertained to ‘scars of the past’ and ought not to be paid any heed. That night he stabled his pet near him at the inn he was sleeping in, and he slept good dreams of leading the people of this region to the oasis that the angel had promised.
The following morning he awoke only to the sight of burning buildings and slaughtered innocents. Cursing the heavens, he was then confronted by his angel but realizes not only that it was laughing at the atrocities that had transpired there but also that the villagers were right, he did indeed have a demon. (it no longer chose to appear as a messenger of light but as a smoldering menace with large horns and an oddly majestic evil about him, oh yeah it’s actually a him) He came to realize that the way his hands looked were probably a result of channeling the demon’s sorcery, and that weather he liked it or not, he was a warlock.
The man discovered one of the demon’s minions (a possessed corpse of a human) continuing to slaughter townsfolk and demanded that it tell him were his master was. Afraid of loosing access to the realm of men, the possessed corpse hurriedly tells him. Of course, the man had no intention of leaving such a monstrosity alive and quickly destroyed it along with all it’s brethren. Filled with a rage he mounted his beast and rode for the destination told to him and during this time he was continuing to be tormented by his demon. And it tells him that all along, the oasis was really the demon’s base of operations and that he would manage to expunge all who live regardless of weather the man had brought any survivors with him or not. And so he reaches his goal and finds a blighted, black area with a horrifying black, burning tower in the center… (I put the rest in add. details)
(out of which he could hear screams of suffering and other various terrors, even from far away), it was undoubtedly from the Realm of ****. He lets out a fearsome battle cry and prepares to charge towards the blighted region alongside some of the citizens of the recently usurped village. He does this, but only to be knocked unconscious from behind.
He then woke up inside the base’s gates, caged in a small and painfully jagged prison. Determined to escape he manages to trick a nearby guard (another human corpse, half transformed into a demon form) into getting himself killed by a caged beast (the same species as his pet) he then gradually manages to emancipate many of these beasts and even a few humans from captivity and takes part in a revolution against their tormentor, the man’s demon. Our protagonist finally makes it to the top of the hellish tower and finds his pet, the beast, chained to the floor and floating above the ground with unnatural forces.
The demon was trying to be summoned to the realm of men via the body of the man’s pet. He would not stand for this and ran towards the partially summoned demon and impaled it in the chest, separating it from the cub’s body and ultimately saving it. The sky then starts to snow over merely a course of hours, the lands starts to heal and all remained demon inhabitants burst into flame and become diminished.
And while the man begins to depart for what was probably no longer the wasteland, he is confronted by one of the men he freed. He asks the protagonist to come with him back to his homeland and join his people. It was just after our hero accepts when he realizes that this man he rescued was the king of a great people and that things were probably going to be much more happy from here on in, maybe…

That’s the plot of book 1 of like maybe 3