Thinking of joining AuxiliaryCraft in August? Here's the 3rd part of the back story to keep you entertained. We will post 5 parts to this short story, at the end of each one is a Letter, Collect each letter and guess the correct word and there will be a special prize for anyone with a correct answer! (Letters are not in order).

The crowd began running in fear towards the nearest exit of the colosseum, only to be forced back by Salvar's personal guard. The General pulsed with energy, Salvar, still smirking, scraped the sand with the edge of his diamond sword, arrogantly pacing towards the General. They both stopped just meters from each other, the quaking breath of Salvar was loud and distracting. Salvar dropped a small dagger in front of his foot. The General looked cautiously towards the rusty blade, then at the bulging muscles tightly clenching a sword right above it. He knew better than to trust a king of Sarafel. Salvar saw the Generals hesitation and viciously swung with the edge of his sword, the General threw himself to the floor, dodging the blade by mere inches. The General sturdied himself and attempted to regain his footing, the large metal boot of Salvar came crashing down, shattering the General's rib cage. Rolling in agony, clutching his side, the General crawled away from the hulking being which was the king of Sarafel. Salver laughed in glee at his struggling opponent. "What would dear old Mariana say hmm?" the General stopped crawling. "Oh yes, I've heard all about her, how is your broth.." before the words could fall from Salvar's lips, the General, in one swift movement, leaped to his feet, clutching then launching the dagger into Salvar's chest propelling him off his feet onto the sand a few feet behind him. The same burning hate flamed in the General's eyes, the guards began clicking down from the various balconies into the area. They surrounded the General, slowly closing him in. With a eruption of anger the General let out a mighty yell which shook the walls and surrounding city of Sarafel. His hands burst into flames, he began hurling balls of consuming fire at the guards, who began retreating, like a wolverine he leaped from wall to wall massacring the guards, reducing them to ashes with the now blue burning flames spraying from his hands. The crowed lay silent. A man in the crowed kneeled, the rest followed like a collapsing of a wave, bowing at the man who had freed them of their oppressive leader. The body of Salvar was burned later that day, in front of Sarafel's new leader, the General. And so was born the free and heroic faction of the Alliance...

Will You Be The One To End The War? Enlist for battle, choose your side, ready your blade adventurer, the war has just begun.

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The First Letter Of The Answer is "G" Collect them all for a very special prize.