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Here is the review topic for my first COT epic, Marked. Constructive criticism and comments are very welcome. - Vorex
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Okay, so here's my first shot at an epic in COT. Don't expect it to be updated very often, though -- I have a lot of other stuff to do. Expect maybe one update every two weeks, if I'm lucky. Review topic is here. Prologue: 00:00 21st July 2012 Somewhere in the south of Ireland Three men scaled a mountain. The one in front was pale, somewhere in his thirties, with short dark hair and emerald eyes. The second was tanned – the real stuff, this hadn’t come out of a bottle – with long blonde hair, brown eyes, an untidy beard and a face which made him seem like he was in his twenties, although it wasn’t beyond reason that it might be made more of plastic than actual face at this point. The last was large and muscular, with a blank face and grey eyes which stared into the middle distance, not focusing on anything in particular. “How much further is it?” The second man asked. He spoke with an American accent, and he sounded exhausted. “Not much further,” the first replied. He had a strong Irish accent, and although he too seemed to be out of breath, he sounded more excited than tired. Indeed, he was correct; a few moments later, the three men stood at the mountain’s peak, before a steep cliff. The second man’s eyes lit up, and he walked up to the edge. “You shouldn’t do that,” the Irishman warned; “You might fall.” The American turned and glared, silencing the other man. Although he was the shortest, and seemed to be the physically weakest, of the three, he had a certain aura of power surrounding him. He had always commanded an amount of respect, even before he had gained celebrity status. You would have to search for a long time to find someone who didn’t know Damian Hall’s name, and even longer to find someone who knew more about his fortune than ‘it’s big’. Damian turned to the large man, who removed a large rucksack from his shoulders, and pulled out a long rope. A lone tree stood at the edge of the cliff, and the large man tied the rope around it, before attaching it to a harness, which he handed to Damian. Damian clipped the harness on, then climbed slowly down the face of the cliff. When he hit the ground, he took off the harness, and brushed some dirt off his jeans. His shoes were caked in mud, which was a shame, as in the day and a half since he had bought them for an obscene amount of money he had grown rather attached to them. He looked up, and turned around, walking along the foot of the cliff, until he reached a point where it opened into the mouth of a cave. He grinned, and stepped inside.Damian brushed a spider web aside as he walked through the dark tunnel. He pulled a torch out of his pocket and flicked it on, jumping back slightly as the beam of light revealed a skeleton, held in place by webs and blocking his path. He took a second to compose himself, then smirked, pushing the corpse out of the way and continuing through.Soon, he reached a large room, and his eyes lit up again as they settled on six coffins, each coated in a thick layer of dust.He approached the first, and wiped the dust away, revealing a strange symbol with three spikes and an eye in the centre. “Necromancy;”He did the same to the second, and this time there was an image of a head, and three symbols like lightning beside it. “Telekinesis;" The third, an eye. “Foresight;” A scroll. “Mind reading;” A crescent moon. “Teleportation;” Last of all, a cloud. “Electricity. They’re all here!” This was it. He had found the tomb of the Marked. As soon as he got out of there, he was going to start making plans. He was going to come back first thing in the morning with a proper team, unveil his discoveries to the Cult, and finally earn their respect. Turning to leave, he saw a seventh coffin, resting against the other wall. He walked slowly over to it, and brushed the dust off carefully, revealing an image of an hourglass. “What?” Damian stepped back, then looked thoughtfully at it. He nodded to himself, and carefully opened the coffin. A hand immediately wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air. He struggled, trying to pull it away, but his eyes widened as he saw wrinkles forming on his own hands. His hair and beard grew longer, becoming grey, and his eyes began to sink back into his skull, his skin now stretched so tightly that his bones were clearly visible. At last, the hand released its grip, letting Damian fall to the ground, dead. Stepping over Damian’s corpse, the being opened each of the other coffins, one by one, allowing the corpses within to fall out. A coloured sphere of light appeared in each of their chests, before floating upwards and through the ceiling. His work complete, the being walked out of the room, the webs turning to dust as he passed them. He nodded solemnly at the skeleton Damian had pushed aside, then exited the cave. After so long, the time had finally come: The Marked would be reborn. Review Topic
