Ok, Time to start a medieval fantasy story news post. Post in the comments if you want to be included as a character, and I'll try to write you into the next chapter, you can also give a short description of your character, but no guns please, magic and medieval weapons only. The first chapter has a few guys chosen by me already. I'll regularly update with new chapters. Here is chapter 1:

PROLOGUE
Rain poured from the dark sky. A lone figure walked purposefully across the barren fields towards the small pinprick of light in the distance that was the army camp. When finally he reached it, he strode slowly past the hundreds of tents towards the captain's. He opened the flap of the captain's tent and entered. The captain was sitting at a desk, writing. As the man entered, the captain looked up. "You have returned," he said.
"Yes," was the simple reply.
"And?"
"The time is not yet right," the man said, shaking his head. "We must wait."
"Then wait we shall. You may go."
The man bowed slightly.
"Thank you," he said, and left.

Six hundred miles away, the Lord of Newgrounds woke. Tom Fulp sat up and rubbed his eyes. It had been a restless night and the first rays of sunlight were just visible on the horizon. He sighed and stood up, pausing only to flatten out his duvet. He left the large stone room and walked out into the corridor. As he set down the stairs, he paused at the window. A horse and rider were flying at breakneck speed towards the castle. Tom quickly ran back to his room.
Five minutes later, he was rushing to the gates now fully dressed. His brother, Wade was already there, as well as his steward, Stamper.
"What is going on?" Tom asked Wade.
"I have no more idea than you."
The horse and rider finally reached them and Tom recognised the man riding it, who quickly jumped down.
"Denvish! What are you doing here?"
"I have grave news," Denvish replied.
"Speak it," Wade commanded.
"There is a large army camp based not six hundred miles from here with hostile intentions. I fear they mean to overthrow Newgrounds."
"This is grim news indeed," Stamper said.
"That it is," Devish agreed.
"We must make ready," Tom said, drawing the broadsword slung at his belt, "Ready my horse, I must leave as soon as possible."

CHAPTER 1 - The Dark Staff
"It is done." The man said to the captain.
"Excellent."
"We must still wait, we have not yet harnessed the power."
"Then wait we must."
"The enemy is on the move."
The captain paused then, twirling the axe that rested against his chair.
"This news is ominous... but we must wait, we cannot face Newgrounds without the Staff."
The man nodded, and turned to leave.
"Oh, by the way, Drakonik,"
Drokinik turned back towards the captain.
"We must find one worthy of weilding the Dark Staff."
Drakonik smiled.
"I know of such a man. His name is DoogleFlip, he is an old friend of mine and a powerful sorcerer, he will lead us to victory."
The captain merely nodded.

"Wait, we have been called to battle?"
Jokobjcy was sitting in the Rec room in Newgrounds main Portal Control Camp. MinusNick, the Armies Head Wizard had just brought him the news.
"I'm afraid so."
"This must be serious..."
"It is. There is an army ready to attack the land of Newgrounds."
"In that case I should ready my Battalion."
"And I Will rally the Wizards of the Land."
They bowed to each other and parted in opposite directions.

*To be continued*

I did include everyone who sent me their information in that, though not all by name :P You will be named in later chapters, but I need more people.