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TrionBrasse
10-19-2018, 11:03 AM
Welcome to the Tales of Erenor!
This thread is to be used for entries ONLY. Any other posts will be removed, even if it announces that a meteor is about to strike the earth.

Thread for challenge info (http://forums.archeagegame.com/showthread.php?345790-Tales-of-Erenor-Community-Challenge-Discussion-Questions), guidelines and for any questions you may have,

Good luck to all, and let the tales begin!
Brasse

Tyralon
10-19-2018, 01:39 PM
Ein Fischer aus Ezna


Es war ein kalter morgen die Sonne war kaum zu sehen durch den dicken Nebel der über Ezna lag . Aber wie sein Vater und dessen Vater vorher scheuten ihn weder kälte oder rauhe See . Er war Fischer und seine Familie zählte auf Ihn . So verlies er den Hafen wie jeden Morgen in Richtung Arkadische See . Nachdem er den Hafen und die Landzunge von 2 Kronen hinter sich gebracht hatte klarte der Himmel auf und er konnte volle Fahrt aufnehmen. Auf höhe ders Sichelmond-Sund erspähte er plötlich Segel am Horizont .Ein Klipper wie es schien und schnell näher kommend. Er hatte Gerüchte gehöhrt über Piraten,die Fischerboote kaperten um den erbeuteten Fang zu übernehmen und bei Wiederstand auch nicht davor zurückschreckten das Schiff zu versenken und die Besatzung zu meucheln.
Aber dieser Klipper war sicher kein Pirat oder doch? Als Er den Klipper an ihm vorbeiziehen sah konnte er ruhig aufatmen und seinen Kurs Arkadische See fortsetzen nach dem Erreichte der östlichen Arkadischen See dauerte es nicht lange bis er ein großen Fischschwarm ausmachen konnte auf dem Fischradar . Und Er begang sofort mit dem ausbringen der Fangleinen . Dies könnte ein richtig guter Tag werden. Das Wetter war Ideal kaum Seegang Ein Fischschwarm direkt vor der Nase und kein Ärger in Sicht . Nach nur 3 Stunde hatte Er den Fischtank voll und einer der 2 Fischkräne war auch schon beladen .Doch dann schlug das Wetter um der Seegang nahm zu und die eben noch ruhige See zeigte sich von ihrer schlimmsten Seite. Meter hohe Wellen peitschten gegen das kleine Fischerboot Zeit sich auf den Rückweg zumachen . Die Fische würden Ihm ein schönen Gewinn bescheren . Doch war war Das ? Ein markerschütterntes Grollen durchschnitt die Luft . Ein riesiger Schatten näherte sich dem kleinen Fischerboot unterwasser.Womit hatte Er es hier zu tun .Ein Wal? Nein dafür war der Schatten zu groß ! Er konnte es kaum glauben dies musste der legendäre Leviathan sein . Er hatte viele Geschichten von diesem Geschöpf gehöhrt .Dieses Monster konnte ganze Flotten versenken wenn es das wollte . Ihm wurde Angst und Bange ,wie sollte sein kleines Boot diesem Giganten entkommen? Der Fischkran! Dort Hing der größte Fang des Tages ein wahres Prachtexemplar eines Marlen sicher 4,5 meter lang und über 600kg schwer. Wenn er diesen dem Leviatan überliesse würde er vieleicht entkommen können. kurzer Hand kappte Er die Leine die den Marlen am Fischkran hielt. Dieser glitt mit einem lauten platschen ins Wasser zurück und verschwand in den Tiefen der See , wärend der Leviathan weiter näher kam. Nun hies es Hoffen das dieser Marlin als Ablenkung genügen würde um zu entkommen. Er fuhr den Fischkran ein um auf volle Fahrt gehen zu können. und versuchte möglichst viel Raum zwischen Sich und dem zurückgelassenen Marlin zu bringen . Ein weiteres Grollen ertönte . Wärend Er mit voller Kraft Richtung Cap Solis fuhr . Der Schatten des Leviathan kam dichter und durchbrach die Wasseroberfläche . Der Kopf dieser Bestie war grösser als sein ganzes Boot . Kurz vor der Position des zurückgelassenen Marlins tauchte der Leviathan ab . Ob dieser nun nach dem Fisch tauchte? Er wusste es nicht und konnte nichts tun als weiter aufs sichere Festland zuzuhalten. Was würde seine Familie tun wenn Er nicht mehr Heim käme? Seine Frau seine Kinder sie wären alleine . Nein das darf nicht passieren er würde diesem Monster nicht zum Opfer fallen Er würde es nach Hause schaffen Seine Frau und seine Kinder in die Arme schließen und den Gottern dafür Danken das Er es geschafft habe. Minuten vergingen ohne das Er Anzeichen dafür entdecken konnte das der Leviathan noch in der Nähe wäre oder gar noch Jagd auf Ihn machen würde. Nochmal davon gekommen dachte Er und die Anspannung lies nach . Auch das Wetter schien sich mit den verschwinden des Leviathan wieder etwas zu bessern.Er setzte seine Fahrt fort nach Ezna
Dieser Tag war unvergesslich für den Fischer und seiner Familie noch Jahre später erzählten Sie die Geschichte wie der Fischer den legendären Leviathan begegnete und diesen nur entkommen konnte weil er Ihm ein Fisch überliess .Und Täglich dankte Er den Göttern .

Crowfold
10-19-2018, 04:10 PM
Andelph's Soaring Treasures
Monune - Server of Aranzeb

You may believe yourself to be familiar with the wonderful city of Andelph, carved deep within the snow etched mountains of Airain Rock. The owls, the organ, the hot springs, to name just a few, however I doubt you have yet to discover the true treasures the city hides just out of sight. There is much to be seen in Andelph but none compare to what lies above in the dark, whirring rafters. An absolute maze of speeding gears, advanced machines, a pub suspended where few even think to look, a giant merry go round, and the very heart and breath of the city waits there to be seen by those adventurous enough. I along with a friend once explored the wonders that the dwarves both hide and openly reveal. Now I have come to tell you of them in hopes it ignites your own passion for adventure.

My friend and I are members of the East, and so we started our travel from the Dewstone Desert. The path to the dwarf's snowy mountain home was paved with lung freezing air and not so welcoming West members. It was a harsh journey, but the sights along the way were breath taking. The tall mountain peaks offering beautiful background to the dwarven inventions and towns. With such sights time passed quickly. We were fortunate to find that the tram operator is friendly to all. He was a great relief to see after such a lengthy travel. He brought us directly to Andelph, crossing an incredible bridge that seemed to sparkle in the snow. From there it only required some skills of stealth to gain our entry. We never back down from guards; we never allow them to hold back our cravings for uncovering the unknown or we would never unveil all we possibly could.

The city of Andelph is truly overwhelming. Immense from exterior to interior. The dwarven race creates amazing cities, but Andelph is by far the greatest of their accomplishments. The ceilings towers out of sight, carved straight upwards into the mountain. Great arches of stone decorated with orate golden faces and designs act as supports. Gold trim enhances every structure within the city and gives the entire place a golden glow. The gray stone of the pathways receive this glow as well, giving warmth to an otherwise cold surface. Even the vendor's stalls are expertly crafted and decorated. It's not only an advanced city, but also one of great beauty. Even with the freezing snow and wind outside the city's hearth is kept warm. There are many amazing things to see in Andelph. From the center of the city are several massive hallways, each leading to their own spectacle. We made sure to explore each one of them.

The Music Hall is home of the largest organ ever to be seen, the largest in all of Erenor. The Pantheon holds statues of important figures in history carved from solid, towering rock. The luminescent Sage's Pillar looms so high that when stood on top anyone below is too small to be seen. The Central Council Hall has plaques expertly carved in the image of each of its members. Not even there is spared of the ornate golden trim shared throughout the city. We had a chance to unwind as well for there is a hot spring bath in the city. Steps lead into the warm water, and chairs at the ready for reclining. An entire afternoon could be spent in those waters alone. All the owls which sit at the ready on satchels of mail throughout the world come to Andelph to deliver and distribute letters. It's the only place of its kind in the world. Mail is sorted within a frenzy of feathers, paper, and records with owls on a constant move overhead. We hardly understood how they keep it all organized. The owls are hard workers so give yours some thanks next time you see them.

We spent a great deal of time marveling at just what was on the ground floor but to see the true wonders of Andelph, how the city breaths and lives, it requires leaving the ground in favor of the upper reaches. We always look above us in hopes to find something, as that is where true wonders like to hide themselves. The grated platforms framing the center of the city was our first step into the upper reaches of Andelph. I took the easy route and used wings of a raven to make my slow ascent upwards. My friend however, lacking wings, had only a traditional glider. This is hardly a hindrance to him however as his skills with his glider and unmatched and any lofty height is within his reach.
The first sight to be seen from the bridges was an octagon building clinging to one side. From the ground is looked fairly unassuming, maybe a forgotten empty space and nothing of importance. On closer look, that could not be further from the truth however. It's the heart of the city. A place where people gather to enjoy the company of friends, good drink, and warm atmosphere; it's the hidden floating pub. The glowing yellow lighting paired with the old dark wood gave a warming feeling to the place, or maybe that was the ale we throughly enjoyed. The overhead view of the city from inside the pub is unforgettable, I could sit there and watch the city forever from up there. Down narrow stairs tucked into the corner is a large open room great for gatherings, I hope to bring my friends there one day. It's also the safest place to be in the pub as the windows have strong glass so none can fall out of this lofty perch.

Opposite of the floating pub was the next destination. Within immediate view is a mysterious machine shaped like a funnel but without doubt something advanced. The core spins without rest and there is a bridge for viewing the interior. Take care to not slip off this bridge or you will be quickly swept under and injured, don't ask how I know. Without the mind of a dwarf, I have no clue as to what that machine could be however.
The most amazing element of Andelph's hidden sights was the last to be seen, and is by far my most favored. I may even dare to say, it's the best place in all of Erenor. Climbing above the mysterious machine, far above into the dark rafters we found a gear so massive it would engulf the hero's hall and spinning so fast just looking at it makes me lose balance. How the dwarves made it, how they moved it into place, and how it makes the city breath is beyond my understanding but it does not stop me from becoming overwhelmed by its grandeur. Just watching is not enough for my friend and me though. Stepping onto the gear, as ones foolish as us are all but bound to do, instantly swept us away as fast as a galloping horse. Surroundings became a blur until reaching the center of the gear where all became calm like the eye of a storm. We spent a great deal of time on the gear as nothing like it exists anywhere else in the world, and it took a great deal of effort to reach it. Watching my friend go around and around was incredibly amusing. We had fully expected the gear to be protected by an invisible layer of magic that prevents actual contact but to our surprise that was not the case. So we enjoyed ourselves and had a unique experience to remember for years to come.

If you ever find yourself wanting adventure, or are traveling through Airain Rock one day, take the time to discover these wonders for yourself as we did. Especially the gears turning endlessly above the warm golden city. It is well worth every bit of effort to see something the likes of which you have never have before. After all, that's the whole reason to adventure.

Vizeral
10-19-2018, 05:37 PM
Vivialyn Server Kadum

Exploratory journal entry #57

Well, we are still stuck inside the dungeon Serpentis. In short, nothing has changed from the previous 50 entries. Our food stores are running low. I want to eat something other than hardtacks and drink something else other than old and bland tea. I want a soda! I want some ribs! It appears that my group may perish in this forsaken dungeon and I want everyone to know how this happened.

One day everything was peaceful and happy and I was doing research in local Hellswamp specialties and that is when I and everyone else felt it. It was like a wave of magic had passed through the entire Erenor. We all knew what had happened... The barrier to our home and to where our ancestors came from had fallen. We could go back to Auroria. I signed up for an expedition because my curiosity could not be tamed.

We landed in Heedmar and the first thing we noticed was fog that was deep and impenetrable. Our boat didn't see the shore until it broke a hole into our hull. We scrambled to unpack all of our gear and supplies and we ended up losing half. The captain said, "there is another team to the east of here in Nuimari. We should meet up with them." It made sense to us; we were cold, wet, and had lost half of our supplies. But we should've waited and camped on the beach. We used the volcano as a landmark and headed to the East in search of our exploratory party. We were beset by freaks of nature that were mutated with the cruel torment of magic. A flesh golem ran out and grabbed a hold of Isaac our cleric. We could only watch as it feared us and pushed him into its body. The screams... I can still hear his screams. The golem and gotten bigger and ran toward its next victim. A voice shouted out to us.

"What are you doing? Do you all want to die? Use fire! Mages use your fire magic!"

The mages snapped back to reality. They were an elven brother and sister combo. The brother quickly cast a flaming wall and then used ice magic to slow the abomination down, while his sister cast down a meteor on top of it. The smell of burning flesh... I should have left then and there. Recalled and left...

The man came out. He was tall and had a staff on his back. "My name is Lerman and I was on the first expedition to Exeloch. I have found a treasure trove!" "In all my research of the ancient Howling Abyss and the Kroloal Cradle, never have I found something quite like this! I found a stem of pure magic! This could advance our magic capabilities and allow us all to return home and turn this back into a magic-filled paradise."

I should have not listened to him. He sounded like one of the crazy quacks in Marianople, but here I am stuck inside this square of a room. We barely had gotten past the giant guardians and the room that was on a slant gave me a headache. At least the bright side is that the monsters will only appear when we touch something we're not supposed to. That damn Lermin... I swear I'll kill him. That weird, old, quack kept muttering about the power of Serpentis. Behold my power, Lermin! I hope you enjoy my sword. AAA... I am so thirsty... Someone please help!

1badaze
10-19-2018, 07:35 PM
We begin this story long before the great merger, it begins at cue. Back in those days immigrants were waiting at an impenetrable wall and were forced to wait to enter this grand new frontier. While waiting to enter this undiscovered new world I met my soon to be companions that would embark on this adventurous nightmare. Finally my papers went through and I was able to go to what people call the starting zone. There I met a man/woman named viviadyles a name afker’s would come to hate. He was working the mines just outside starting zone and it was also there I met his wife vidia. Instantly we became good friends, it felt like we had know each other for 6years. I told them that I was a smuggler and could enrich there lives and they agreed to take part in large scale illegal lemon operation. Needless to say we were not making “lemonade” . The farms stretched far, so far it caused tremors on enla. This farm would last a long time and during this time I would pick up another companion by the name Aioki. She was a motherly woman and always seemed share her potato profits with us. Unfortunately we would never see eye to eye her life was on the farm, mine was out there on the ocean ,wear I felt free as ocean breeze. Shortly after I became deck hand me my companion’s fell in with the crimson knight. They tried to teach me that a lvl 40 dagger was junk and I saught to prove them wrong. A huge war broke out over this celestial dagger pve pvp was dangerous if u were a crimson Knight during this time. But I ended up saling the dagger for 1500g just because of its rep alone. With this new found wealth me and my companions would taste little bit good life. Instantly we were addicted to it we joined the eastern rebellion to feed these addictions and for Many years we would be in this battle. Eventually we would part ways, vidia settled down in town called halo hallow “I think it was her way of washing off all filth from war” and there she would take page from Aioki and became spice farmer. Dyls he didn’t handle the war so well he ended up becoming the afk slasher of austera port, and would eventually run from eastern government to pirates cove. As for me I tried to take up farming but it seemed like rnjesus would not have it. I lost several jobs and homes and eventually ended up stealing from farmers just to make it through the day. I spent most of my days praying for a fresh start, and eventually rnjesus answered but not in kind manner. The great merger happened I thought life had kicked me balls before, no nothing could prepare me for the great merger. It was like something out of an infinity wars movie. Half the population died overnight. The rest of us would be stuck with repercussions of this merge. It wasn’t all that bad tho because everyone else lost everything too. Over the years mergers were normal and kinder or maybe I was just numb from all the chaos that occurred on merges. After the second merge I suffered from split personality disorder. At times I was just me other times I was greedy dwarf that Thought she lived in western government. One day my alters decided to surface at the same time which was not good it caused a nation war between east west. My alters we’re picking on one another and got there factions involved. It was not pretty. funny for both of my alters but not for some. Eventually my dwarf alter would die in my arms in next merge. It felt like losing a twin Darkvalkyrie I mean I was never the same. And now there is talk of this Hiram gear that’s suppose to help those in need. Maybe just maybe this was the fresh start I had been searching for all along. Or maybe it’s a beginning of an even more dangerous idea.


Darkvalkyrie of kraken server

P.s this story was inspired by real events.

Tricorn
10-19-2018, 07:41 PM
Izanaginomikoto of Aria Server, <ArchAngel> Guild Leader



<<HEARTY ADVENTURERS WANTED>>

So! You fancy yourself a brave soul, of stout heart and mind?
You believe you can twiddle magical flames between your dainty fingers better than that ignoramus standing next to you?

Well! This is not the place for you then!

What we are looking for is passion! That zest for life, even when you are leaking innards through your grasping fingers!

We want you to have fun! In this dangerous age, when ogres have bigger mouths than their heads, when every instinct of your body tells you to forcibly colonize Auroria, we demand that you have fun!

No grim mouths and beady eyes are welcome amongst our ranks.

You are the person who knows exactly what you want, and what you want is having fun.

If you are that person, that shining embodiment of fun, of fierce individualism and boundless passion. Join us!

We shall strike fear into that damp floppy heart of drudgery! Cowardly boredom will shrink before the brilliant radiance of our passion!

No matter who you are, and what you want to do...

REMEMBER!

HAVE FUN!

ALWAYS!

Ellalith
10-19-2018, 09:41 PM
My green friend
written by Ellalith / Tempest server

Let me introduce you a little frog living in Gweonid Forest. The frog was very fat, so fat, that when he wandered across the forest, trees lost its leaves, birds plucked their feathers and lizards lost their tails just after only one look at him. Even basilisks. When I met the frog for the first time, he was hiding just behind the rock, and as you can predict, he was very unhappy.

- Why are you sitting here and crying? - I asked him curiously.
- Oh well, look at me - he sighed heavily - I'm so disguisting. Nobody wants to have anything in common with me. I used to be so slim, but one day I was catched by Soprere, you know, one of those Daru in Mirage Isle. He promised to turn me into the good-looking prince after being kissed by beautiful Mermaid, but on one condition. I had to eat all food delivered by her companions, and look at me, I gained weight so much, that even the Mermaid started to avoid me. Now I have to hide in this deep forest and I will never be human in my whole life... - The frog sobbed so pitifully, that I promised him to help getting back in shape and regain favours of beautiful Mermaid.

At the beginning we started with exercises. Frogs can jump pretty far, right? Well, not this one. That one could roll back and forth like a turtle that had been flipped on its shell, but not jump. Swimming is also a highly appreciated activity for frogs. Last but not least, not all frogs are swimmers. My dear friend certainly is not, but he is really good at diving and in reaching the bottom of the lake in astonishing short time. Then as a reward for all his efforts I sat him on one of the the rowing boats at Gweonid Lake - which he sank.

Next, we tried slimming elixirs bought from nearby Alchemist's Merchant. I cannot forget until this day, how my dear froggy friend started to dance wildly after he tried one of those magic herbal drinks. His dance was so mad and passionate, you could never imagine, that somebody so fat could bend his body so much. He tried even some poses of the "Swan Lake" ballet dance, but unfortunatelly, the best role he could undertake was the lake, not the swan. It was a wonderful party however, with lots of madness and laugh. Lucius, the famous Erenor story teller and brave companion in our elixir fiesta, advised us to visit someone in Karkasse. - There is a witch - he told us - who has a power to change the shape of human beings into form of animals and vice versa. Look at me, as you can see, now I am a bull, but I can also take a form of chicken, sheep and any other animal. I think, this witch can help you to transform you into anything you want.

So, we got there through the secret passage in mountains between Gweonid and Karkasse. Karkasse Ridgelands - what an astonishing place is that! Full of petrified remainings of old dragon living there some time ago, crude rocks and fierce beasts. Really scary! Anyway, our witch was awaiting us in the centre of Dragonheart land, with hint to bring her few mysterious ingredients. She will prepare powerful beverage, which turns my dear green friend into the quite new entity.

We didn't hesitate too long to gather all needed components, as they weren't hard to acquire. First of them, Kadum's bark, we obtained after exhaustive fight with Treant creature in Mistmerrow battleground. Next one was wild ginseng, which we ultimately found in Ahnimar fields. Last component, the secret one, we got in Hiram mountains, but it is so mysterious and weird, that I cannot reveal you in this moment, what was that in fact. I can only say, that hords of wild beasts were chasing us all the way long and my green friend made great effort to escape on his short legs , fortunatelly with success this time.

Finally, we did it! We gathered all three substances and brought them to the old witch. Do you want to know in which creature turned my green friend after drinking ready mixture? Into slimmier frog? handsome prince? Oh well, so do I, but ... I have just woken up and realized that all this story was just a dream! Anyway, today I will go to the forest, maybe somewhere there, behind the rock, under the trunk, there is hiding this cute green creature, great companion to all my parties and travels around the world. Meanwhile, I wish you would find your best friend in this wonderful world of Erenor as well.

With best wishes

Yours Ellalith, the little elf from previous Tempest / now Jakar.

SomeoneSomewhere
10-20-2018, 12:58 AM
Today i log in the game and see "this" inbox. I just leave it here.

209562095520954


Hello my Lord! I am your slave and you completely control my body. If you read this message, then I was lucky to send it. My name is Bilbo, I'm from Nuia. I hope I learned your language so you understand.
Every day others like me come back from the ethernal void and led by you - "the Rulers" to kill and cause suffering to us. We are tired of endless pain and want you to stop moving into our bodies. Please, we pray, in the name of your gods, stop doing this. Give this message to your Elders. Let them hear our cry.
Your slave Bilbo. Nuian.

wooglemoogle
10-20-2018, 01:30 AM
(Managed to get it under the word limit, but could differ depending on the word counter. Can adjust later if necessary. This story is partially based on true events).

Author: Scimitar
Server: Kadum (NA)


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"So, he was telling the truth...!"

You could find rumors about them in any town. No matter how thoroughly they were hidden, they were just too big. Eventually, someone would always come across one and word would spread.

Illegal tree farms.

"They're all pines too...this is a total jackpot!"

It had been a risk. Once the rumors started, they were always polluted by fake stories and decoys. No one wanted to share the loot, so there were constant attempts to lead others astray.

But the young man was experienced and had developed a nose for sniffing out the truth. Even so, he hadn't expected things to pan out this well.

It was deep in Rokhala Mountains, hidden by steep rocks and icy weather. A region far outside the law, where someone could easily be killed and their death buried underneath drifts of snow.

There was only one reason why someone would risk planting an illegal tree farm here, in this harsh environment where nothing could survive. They weren't looking to evade taxes and build a cozy farmer's life, tending gardens and harvesting crops—

This person was trying to get a Thunderstruck Tree.

"One...two...no—there's over three thousand trees..."

With this many pines, multiple Thunderstrucks were guaranteed. Even just nabbing one would be worth a fortune!

He couldn't help shedding a few tears. Time was ticking, but he took a moment to savor the emotion.

"Alright. Now then...let's take a look at what we're dealing with here."

The young man took out a telescope so that he could examine the trees more closely.

He truly was lucky. The trees were almost at the final growth stage.

The young man also made sure to check the surrounding areas. He couldn't be too careful. Growing trees here was good for isolation, but it also meant the owner was confident in his combat skills.

No one else seemed to be in the vicinity. But no doubt the owner would be coming to check on the trees soon.

"Let's go with that plan then..."

Stealth. He threw a smoke pellet on the ground and vanished into thin air. For a short time, the residue from the smoke would keep him invisible.

But the smoke was also its main flaw. Every time he re-stealthed, the smoke could be briefly seen. Before the stealth ran out, he needed to make it to the cover of the trees.

Come on, just a little more—!

The stealth wore off. But he threw himself at the ground and slid quietly into the trees. He broke into a roll so that he didn't crash and scrambled behind a tree. After checking his sides, he threw a new smoke pellet down and waited with bated breath.

Silence. Just the echo of the wind.

"Safe..."

The young man moved carefully from his position, rolling his footsteps so that they remained quiet.

Most people would stand outside and watch while waiting for Thunderstruck Trees. It was easier to see the storm clouds appearing and there wasn't any risk of being killed by lightning.

But that was exactly what the young man was taking advantage of. He didn't want to fight for this tree. The lightning was dangerous, but if he managed to avoid it, then he'd have plenty of time to collect the tree and escape before the owner caught on.

The young man chuckled to himself. What a foolproof plan. He was going to make a fortune just by hiding behind a couple trees. Now all he had to do was sit tight and wait.

But after a few moments had passed, a figure appeared in the distance.

"So the owner's finally here..."

It was a Nuian who had come. How cheeky of him, setting up an illegal farm on the opposite faction.

But being able to see the owner was a relief. It was easier to hide knowing his location. The young man quickly scampered to the owner's blind side and hunched down.

"How strong is this guy anyways...?"

The young man peered out from behind the tree—

—then whipped back into hiding.

Holy ♥♥♥♥!

That guy's from X guild!

The most powerful guild in all of Erenor. All of their members were strong enough to take on entire armies.

He knew it, he knew that things were going too well. Of course this farm would belong to a big-shot like him!

Calm down. This is bad, but he doesn't even know you're here. You can still pull this off.

Yeah, as long as he stayed cool and didn't give himself away...

The Nuian started moving towards him.

WHAT THE ♥♥♥♥!!?!??

Panic set in. He shuffled back, deeper into the trees, but the Nuian still followed.

He knew, he knew!

How the hell did this guy know!?

The young man reached for his dagger. He couldn't win, but maybe he could still escape.

The Nuian drew closer, eyes blazing with bloodlust—

Then he crouched down behind a tree and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

...

...

No way.

The young man inched slowly behind the Nuian. At this distance, he could clearly see the figure of the stealthed Nuian hiding behind the tree.

This guy...wasn't the owner...

He was another thief!

This thief was copying his plan!

It angered him, but the young man backed off. Even with an ambush, he'd still lose the fight. All he could do was stay hidden and hope that the Nuian would try and kill the owner first.

Several moments passed before another figure appeared in the distance.

And like earlier, this person also came into the trees and went into Stealth.

The young man cursed violently as he moved to maintain his distance again. Who the ♥♥♥♥ did these posers think they were? Hiding in trees had been his mainstay for years, why was everyone doing it now!?

Time continued to pass. There were only a few minutes left before the trees were fully grown.

And now there were over twenty stealthed people hiding among the pines.

What the ♥♥♥♥ is going on...

The competition had gotten fierce. But he couldn't even leave now without being noticed and killed.

Just why did the gods hate him so much?

"Hey, you."

Suddenly, the X guild member started speaking.

"I know you're all there. So listen up. I could kill all of you ♥♥♥♥ers right now if I wanted. But I don't want your bloodstains to give me away. So I'll give you a choice: either get the ♥♥♥♥ out of here right now or become KoS. You have five seconds."

"Oh yeah? You really want to do that? Cause I'm from X guild, have fun KoSing me, you ♥♥♥♥."

"What. Stop lying, I'm from X guild. What's your name?"

"Arnold."

"We don't have anyone named Arnold, ♥♥♥♥ off."

"Yeah, cause you're not X guild, you ♥♥♥♥. I knew you were bluffing."

"I am from X guild."

"Woah, woah. Guys, chill out. I'm from Y guild, so I know that Arnold's actually someone in X guild."

"You don't ♥♥♥♥ing know ♥♥♥♥, I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE FROM X GUILD."

"Oh, that's pretty convenient. Let's see your guild sign then. Unstealth, you ♥♥♥♥♥."

"♥♥♥♥ off, why should I unstealth? You unstealth."

"I thought you said you could take all of us."

"Haha wait, are you seriously running?"

"Damn, just like with DGS. X guild is all talk, huh?"

"♥♥♥♥ you, if you were really Y guild, you'd know that X guild has a non-aggression pact with Y guild."

"We have no such thing."

"Uh, actually I'm pretty sure they do. I'm in W guild by the way, that's how I know.”

"There is no ♥♥♥♥ing W guild! Who the ♥♥♥♥ is this guy?"

"OW! What the hell, why are you attacking me!? I'm not X guild!"

"Oh...sorry. I couldn't tell where the voice was comin—GAH!"

"Did X guild just break the pact!?"

"THIS GUY ISN'T X GUIL—GWAAHH!"

Chaos ensued. Smoke pellets blasted in vain, swords flashed, and blood splattered.

In a single instant, a battlefield was born inside the pines.

"YOU'RE ALL ♥♥♥♥ING DEAD! I'M GOING TO SLAUGHTER ALL OF YOU, YOU'RE ALL KOS—!"

Lightning struck and the Nuian was silenced. The fighting thieves paused to look at his burnt corpse.

"...Holy ♥♥♥♥, he was X guild."

"..."

"...Y guild wasn't here. It was W guild."

"Huh!? No, it wasn't! W-We don't even exist!"

"Okay, okay. No one was here. How's that?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"I'm down for that."

"Great. I'll clean up the blood and then we can all rock, paper, scissors for the TST—"

"...Wait. Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"The TST."

The thieves blinked and looked around. Lightning had definitely struck. The burnt corpse was proof of that.

But there was no Thunderstruck Tree in sight.

"Oh...you've got to be kidding me—"

"GOD DAAAAAAMNNN IT!!!"

The next day, the owner came back and was pleased to find plenty of trees still left for logs.

Yhara
10-20-2018, 02:48 AM
Omega Team
Slowly I open my eyes, I am so tired; in the distance the sound of the battle is diminishing, next to me the body of my last enemy lies dead, a powerful arrow has killed him in the last second saving me: I know who belongs that arrow lit in fire. In silence the body and soul of my last enemy vanishes and returns to Nui to receive his blessing, our immortal souls will return to the battle a thousand times as many as necessary to obtain the victory: without fear of failing.

Do not give up Yhara.- I hear a voice because my eyes are full of blood and tears of pain. Slowly but proudly the leader of my group approaches: the Omega Team. He is the best archer I have ever known, I know that behind his image his soul comes perhaps from an ancestral culture older than Erenor.
I keep recovering, it is not easy to be a Blade Dancer: fight, heal, strengthen the warriors in the battle; try to find the weaknesses of the enemy to try to beat them or that others do the work they should do.

Ironqueen my leader, the leader of the Omega Team extends his hand, he knows that his friendship has always strengthened me, his advice and reactions in battle have led us to victory this time as hundreds of times ago.

Do not give up Yhara .- I get up and protects me with your company .- The army of Haranya and the Pirates have withdrawn, this time have not reclaimed this land .- points out the battlefield in Auroria.

I see my armor, my weapons are almost in a pitiful state, reading my thoughts my leader reveals something new to me.- Yhara: it is time for you to reclaim for yourself the ancient relics of the ancestral warriors of the Hiram.

I know something of the legend: in the western area of Auroria they have awakened old warriors of powerful armor, to obtain them and to awaken the old knowledge of their power is not an easy task, to know their abilities to strengthen my style of combat will be even more.

Nothing is easy here.- again my leader reads my thoughts.- but together as a team we will achieve it will be a new and dangerous mission, shall we? .- invites me to follow him.

As always, with the little Gold I have, repair my old armor and combat equipment, has been little reward for maintaining the balance in Auroria, but no matter and find a way to win something extra in this adventure but without being greedy, is not my style.

One by one the Omega team meets: Christox are his shiny metal armor and Relosug with his colorful cloth that hurts my eyes, he has found the old knowledge of a new combat technique called Malediction that uses powerful black magic against enemies. I feel confident with them at my side, perhaps others join us in that dangerous mission.

We prepare our mounts, the combat pets have been well trained; but the most important force is there in front of me: our friendship, our loyalty one in favor of the other and not letting us win in the battle, until the last effort.

For a second I remember all those who have left me behind, abandoning Erenor or for ambition and betrayal by becoming greedy pirates, betraying and stabbing me in the back so I became a solitary warrior, a lonewolf, but now, maybe everything is different.

It dawns on Erenor, it's time to explore the unknown mountains of western Auroria: Ironqueen our leader checks our equipment and weapons, he knows the art of war like any other, but his loyalty and friendship strengthens us all, we are ready, the Omega team is on the way ...

Axxl
10-20-2018, 07:39 AM
Who am I? What is my story? I once was a nobody, just another name and face amongst the many. A simple person, living a simple life, with simple plans. One such as I would spend their days roaming the Marianople streets, playing music to any who would listen. Other days I would find myself running packs for simple change to pay my dues. Days spent barely scraping the surface of what adventures awaited me in the future. And then I crossed paths with a hero.

That hero stood up for the west, a continent greatly hindered by its lack of motivation, its lack of bravery, and its lack of gear. The people were complacent, sitting back farming and avoided the dangers of the outside world. But this hero opened my eyes to not only the dangers, but to the opportunity that could come alongside it. This hero showed me what it was like to stand up for what you believed in, to fight for a people who kept refusing to be helped, to have faith, and to also be respected. I strived to become just like this hero. And then I became a hero myself!

I however did not see the consequences and burdens of being a hero, until it was too late to back down. The complacent west folk were greedy and corrupt. They would bribe heroes in exchange for their votes, and if you didn’t take their bribe and do as they said, they would then use that vote against you. The people constantly badgered the heroes with insults, needs, wants. They would harass and degrade your name. Everything you did was under careful watch, and one misunderstanding could lead to rumors that spread like wild fire.

At first, one by one our heroes would disappear, I did not. One by one the very dangers we were fighting, the very dangers we tried so hard to protect our ungrateful nation from, appeared with familiar names and familiar faces. Our retired heroes! They had joined with the other side, the foes that constantly threated all west’s day to day lives! But why? Had they finally lost all hope in our nation? And then I received a letter. “Join us”.

I spent a day in contemplation. What would my reasoning be for leaving? Did I feel like the west was no longer worth saving? Did I yearn for something more than being a punching bag for the crooked west? In fact, I did. After I had strived to become like my favorite hero, after I had seen how the west nation really was, I got a taste of what that danger was like on the front line. I knew there was a whole other world out there, I just had not grasped it yet. This was my chance, and be it a small one, I took it and fled the west. I became pirate.

This was all new territory for me. I had never seen such a group as this first hand. They all worked together, protected each other, and would face everything head on! There was no giving up, there was no backing down, and the rush was real! A world I never knew existed, never thought could exist just paved its way for me. Had I wasted all my time on west when I could have had this all along? It was a refreshing change, a fast-paced change. And working alongside my fellow ex heroes made it all the better. I finally began to see that this was where I belonged all along! But there was now a new threat.

Joining the pirates meant that they were no longer a threat to me, however, we had a bigger problem than ourselves. The east. They had grown in numbers before the pirates had come about, and had beat west into that submissive hole they were still currently stuck in. We went toe to toe with the east, but it was increasingly obvious we were currently no match. We had to regroup.

Fellow pirates were disheartened with the decision, but we had no choice, our hands were tied. We did not waste our time however. We used our regrouping time to train ourselves better. I spent my time learning more and more about being a healer and how to best help our people during fights. I worked on improving my gear so that I was up to par with my fellow group. I was becoming a force to be reckoned with, as was our now growing group. We became so big, that we decided to then become a nation!

But with our growing number of names and faces, I was a bit concerned with my place in our group. I had the constant fear that I could at any time be replaced by someone with better gear, with better skill. To not fall into being just another name and face, I used that as my drive to become even better at healing, to show I was needed, wanted, and not forgotten. I had a constant fear that pushed me to proving how I would give my all if it meant I could be a part of this world that saved and taught me that there is more than being a carpet for a nation to walk all over. That there was more than farming and pack running all day long, and that there were people who actually wanted to work together. I became more involved in daily conversations, I made more friends than just my fellow ex hero friends. And with becoming more familiar with the people I had surrounded myself with, the more I strived to continue proving I was worth keeping around. Despite our enemy’s taunts of “zerg” and “you’re just another number,” I am more than just a number. I am more than just another name, another face in the crowed.

I am Famex.


Character name: Famex
Server: Aria

Dynusty
10-20-2018, 07:44 AM
Dynusty to the heroine of the west


This is a story of a heroine who has already written her name in history, and who still has a lot to do to fill her legendary deeds.

Dynusty had her hometown Enla, and as many adventurers traveled through various lands, she also pioneered this world from north to south from east to west, and knows all the mysteries the world has to offer.

She had already led in battle, being chosen and recognized as the heroine of the west, her experience in battle was increasing as the years went by, and she dominated all the arts becoming Disciple of Orchidna.

Nowadays she only wants to be recognized for her deeds, and like every hero, she wants her name to be remembered.

In his adventures he was part of the pirate group and also made friends with his enemy faction, his feats called attention to participate in new civilizations in search of Glory.

Her glories are going to defeat the Red Dragon, Kraken and even Leviathan legend, there is no challenge she has not overcome, but as she is a good adventurer will always break new ground, she recently heard rumors that new lands were discovered north of Reedwind and she is preparing to write new lines in her story.

romonster
10-21-2018, 05:05 AM
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Leaves: Pages from Cinnabar's Journals
Author: Cinnabar
Server: Kadum

1: Demon War

I remember the streets of Ezna. I remember the houses falling in flames, the screams of raw terror, the rivulets of blood between the paving stones. I remember the people running blindly, hoping somehow to escape from us. These were no soldiers who had gone into battle knowing they might never return. They were innocents, defenseless; many were children.

I remember the young mother on her knees before me as she cradled her dying child, the child I had just butchered. She looked up at me through her tears and uttered but a single word.

"Why?"

And I regarded her without a shred of remorse, and did not reply. Then I grabbed her by the hair and slit her throat. She is a hundred years gone, yet I still see her clearly. Now, the scene is etched with sorrow and I shed tears of pity, but then -- back then I felt nothing. I knew I had power, frightening power. But there was no anger, no lust, no mercy, not even excitement. I moved as if in a dream, without volition, and I killed mechanically. It was what I was made to do.

She is a hundred years gone, and still I cannot answer her question. I don't know why.

2: Captivity

I remember waking to the sound of the ocean, groggy in the remnants of a half-forgotten dream, seeing all the other Warborn looking as bewildered as I must have. I understood only that some part of me was gone; the thing that had driven me was silenced. Many years later I would learn the name of that thing: Akasch.

Some Harani led us away and we followed like lost sheep into captivity, into slavery.

3: Escape

The day I left Sunbite was cloudless and hot, like any other. I scurried through the marketplace at Fleurstad, trying vainly to stay in the scant shade of the buildings. Rounding a corner, I nearly bowled over a Harani woman. But when I apologized profusely and began to bow before her, she held up a hand.

“Please, it's not necessary to bow.” I was startled. “Where I come from, there are no slaves. But perhaps you would be good enough to carry these bundles to my cart? I will pay you for the work, of course.”

I did as she asked; after all, she was Harani. But I was puzzled by the concept of being paid for this. When the cart was loaded and the driver had begun his slow journey with her goods, she offered me 20 gold coins, leaning in close as she did so.

She spoke very quietly. “You are welcome to step through my portal to home. I own a concert hall in Rokhala Mountains and there is a performance today. Come and see it.”

We slaves were not allowed to use portals, and for just an instant I wavered before jumping in and leaving my entire life behind. Dazed and disoriented, I came out the other side to a scene I could never even have imagined. A cool fresh breeze wafted music over a sparkling lake surrounded by tall pines. Beautifully appointed buildings and gardens lined the shore. And people of all races mingled freely, drinking and chatting, enjoying the music.

I sank into the nearest chair, afraid my knees might buckle. That was when I saw her. She had human proportions with the ears and long tail of a cat, and she was covered in white fur.

“What...what are you?” A few gasps and giggles around me told me that question was rude, but I was too unstrung to care.

She merely smiled, exposing the points of her fangs, and bowed graciously. “I am a Firran. My ancestors were the original inhabitants of Haranya. I am called Snowberry.”

Without her generous spirit, I would have been lost in this unfamiliar world. For the moment I saw what was out here, what all of my kind had been denied, I vowed never to return to Sunbite, though I had no idea how to live outside of slavery. Snow took me in and taught me everything, never scoffing at even the most naive questions.

4: Obsession

I've learned that my people existed before we became Warborn. But I recall nothing of that life. Who were we, and what befell us? I must know.

As autumn deepened, so did my hunger for knowledge. I sought every available source, but found frustratingly little. What I did find gnawed at me until I began to lose sleep and forgot to eat.

5: Windstone

I am on my way to attend the Gweonid Lantern Festival, for only during the festival are the Elves open to talking with outsiders. Elves hold the key; I have heard the memorists know more of my people's history than anyone.

When I told her I was leaving, Snowberry looked out at the rising moon for a long moment, then embraced me.

“My dear friend, may you find what your heart truly seeks. And may the wind carry you back to me one day.”

Riding through darkness, I held aloft her parting gift to me, a smooth stone with numerous holes piercing it. She called it a windstone, and told me it would sing in the wind, it would sing my soul. The melody was haunting, rootless and melancholy. And I had heard it before. But where? And when?

6: Memory

The memorist must have taken pity on me, for by then I was ragged and desperate. She agreed to share the secrets her people had teased out of ruins and bones.

"You were called Nuons once; you were warriors unparalleled, dragon slayers." She swept a hand through an arc. "This city, Memoria, you built this hundreds of years ago. The statues around Gweonid Lake are all Nuon work, and the structures that stand in Karkasse Ridgelands."

For days I wandered among stone walls, touching the carved ornamentation, trying to hear the echoes of lost ages. I gazed at the statues on the lakeshore for hours. They were proud, heroic, and they looked a little like us, with wings instead of horns.

7: Dragons

A red dragon flew leisurely loops in the distance. Why had we sought to exterminate such magnificent beings? For weeks now, I had traversed Karkasse, walking among half-fallen citadels, hoping to understand. And everywhere were the weathered bones. Misagon, the dragon-god, this was all that remained of him. In our arrogance, we had taken him down.

Once, the dragon had been unimaginably strong; now the bones shouted helpless rage into my nerves. I wanted to know why we killed him, but the Elves wanted to know how. There was lust in the memorist's voice when she spoke of the power the Nuons possessed, power to destroy gods. The Elves thirsted for vengeance, for destruction. I heard a voice carried through ages, from the dark streets of Ezna.

"Why?"

8: Windsong

Night fell, cold and clear. I shivered as the wind flowing around the dragon ribs began to keen a song. It was slower, deeper, but unmistakably the melody in my windstone. Transfixed, I listened for an hour as a moon crawled up from the horizon, perfectly framed between the bones.

My mind's eye saw Snow gaze at the moon, and I remembered her parting words, "May you find what your heart truly seeks." I understood then that she hadn't meant knowledge. She had meant equanimity, peace with the unknown.

Pulling the windstone from my pocket, I held it up. But I had turned the other side to the wind, and the song was changed. It was rooted now, lighter and more free.

In the morning, the wind will carry me back to her. The wind will carry me home.

DragonSiga
10-21-2018, 10:41 AM
Long ago a group of three adventurous Nuians ventured into the wast lands of Erenor, to explore and to befriend. Young and naive the trio set to build a ship. And so they spent days and sleepless nights growing and gathering the materials that were required for it, occasionally begging for help from travellers on the side of the road since we didn’t have the funds to bargain with merchants. But we’d surely make our money if we manage to find some hidden treasures and artefacts.

During one of the nights, still sleepy yet determined to get the ship built. A shadow appeared which we thought was a burglar trying to steal our crops, but we were wrong. From behind the bushes emerger two people who thought we were the thieves and would steal their crops. Turns out their plantation was right by ours but we had never noticed it, both sides confused yet apologetic for the misunderstanding. After setting the thief possibility aside we asked what are they working towards, lo and behold their goal was exactly like ours making us friends and uniting our groups to build a ship and venture on together.

The time passes and we were finally ready, ready to construct and advance with our dreams. So we gathered our materials constricting them into packs at Windshade, as heavy as they were that wouldn't stop us. We had prepared our rowboats to set sail through the lower Lilyut river as it seemed to be the fastest path to Feuille Sound. Townspeople told us to be careful on our way and some that we should take a carriage instead, we didn’t know why that was the river marked on the map seemed peaceful enough so we didn't care much as we were so close to getting this done and just continued. We found out why we should have taken the carriage soon enough as we stumbled upon a waterfall which swiftly pulled us down scattering us across the bottom of the waterfall as we landed. Shaken but unharmed we emerged from the water getting back into our rowboats and burst into laughter that we couldn’t stop until we reached our destination. This, this was just the beginning of great adventures… or so we thought.

We pulled out the blueprints for the adventurer’s clipper and began the construction… It was finally ready. Overjoyed and excited to begin our adventures we gathered our resources and set sail. The space on the clipper was quite cramped for five people yet we somehow made it work.

We weren’t ready… we were so so unaware of what was waiting for us on the sea...

The darkness of the storm enveloped us, water splashing aboard and pushing us off. We held for our lives and I prayed to Nui and Dahuta to save us. But worst was yet to come… A swarm of seabugs surrounded our ship and before we knew it the biggest one of them all launched itself onto us making the clipper swirl and slowly sink. We didn’t know much about combat and our weapons felt like twigs against the seabug’s thick shell, using mackerel as a weapon would have felt more effective than what we had. They were merciless creatures tearing our ship apart as the world turned dark. I thought I was dead…

I could feel the light breeze brush over my face. I wasn’t dead? I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted by a pirate. “I see you’re awake, seems that Iji was by your side...To be carried to shore like this on some wrecked ship.” He said. I looked around, it was an unfamiliar island and none of my friends were around… they hadn’t survived. I expected to get killed any moment as I recognised that he was one of the infamous pirates, I could feel the toxicity oozing from him. But he didn’t, he offered me Nui’s Nova to get me up on my feet instead. And became a mentor and a dear friend of mine, he taught me anything that I needed to know about combat, treasures, trade and helped me get geared. However, I couldn’t make myself attack someone innocent yet I still wanted to help. So I learned to be a healer, spending countless hours sparring every day to be able to mend any wounds people dear to me would get...to fill the feeling of uselessness.

During these days he’d steal from merchants sometimes leaving them alive, in which cases I would sneakily return my share of the loot back to the rightful owner as it didn’t feel right in my heart. Yet I’d still participate in the blood-filled battles and aid the pirates with their often merciless battles.
But the times changed, and my mentor turned over a new leaf and repent for his sins and bloodshed. I would still follow in his footsteps afraid to lose my way not daring to take my own steps. But the hateful and hurt people would not let it be, they wanted him executed for all his evil deeds. My life was spared, people who I had secretly saved and helped to stood up for me...But once again I lived while my friends died.

I was forced to take my own steps, I would not give up… not yet. So I set out to learn more about the world we live in, meeting new people and witnessing the beauty of the places around us valuing its every detail. I gained lots of knowledge; from scattered journals, from spreading rumours, from Ayanad library and my own experiences. But as the time went on I could feel the loneliness creep upon me.

It lead me to create my own guild, a guild that’s not made to just fight one another but one that would teach any new adventurers and a bit more experienced ones alike. Teach them the beauty of Erenor’s lands, its combat, the art of trade, the beauty of artistry, the secrets and to show all the different paths they can take be it good or bad, and finally to show them that adventures are much more fun together with friends. We explored many places and did many challenges, anything from just overloading our ships with goods and delivering them as a group, defeating the challenges of dungeons, to other silly things like fastropod races across the whole continent, underwater trade runs, glider smokescreen shows and simply relaxing by a campfire while listening to music. It was my home and people in it were like my family.

Time kept passing and many adventurers parted their ways, some went back to their peaceful times at home, some went to pursue higher goals, others went to help the wars, and some just disappeared. The guild was slowly losing its members as less and less new adventurers would want to join.
And as things got quieter I remembered the old times, the joys of combat… the freedom of a pirate.
All I had to do was think...I met someone new yet familiar, someone who was similar to my mentor in their way with battles. And something clicked, a force just like being commanded by Kiryos to attack and destroy I joined the world of merciless battles with him, leaving my precious guild behind… leaving it to die out. I was corrupted. This time I didn’t last as long, getting pulled back by guilt and regret we parted our ways. Shattered thoughts were all that was left of me.

Alone again as the time keeps ticking and slowly washing away the guilt. Making me try it all again, keep going forward...make a place where you’re loved just the way you are adn welcome any new people. As I’ve grown to love this world too much so I pray to all of the Gods...pray for everyone’s wellbeing be they good or bad, Nuian or Haranyan it matters not as Erenor wouldn’t be without them.

Author: Azraela from Taris

Mindlessthinker
10-21-2018, 09:08 PM
The Protector of Castaway Strait

When I was young and the world fresh to my eyes, I made my living as a fisher. Those were simple days, sailing out to the open sea and throwing my line, waiting peacefully on my boat for a bite. I soon found myself in the company of fellow fishers. I enjoyed it. They had good stories and cheerful demeanors.

One of their group was held in higher regard than the rest. He was the ever popular leader, the one with the quickest ideas and the strongest body. He liked to badger other groups of fishers, swimming around their boats and poking at them with his weapon. Those fishermen quickly began to avoid our group.

Then he suggested we steal from those boats. I---along with the rest---agreed. We had lost much of our own fish to the Haranis. We needed to recoup our losses somehow. So we stole from Harani boats. Then we stole from Nuian vessels. And we were wildly successful. Fishermen began to fear our presence in their waters. Those were fun days. We ruled the sea!

Soon, however, my companions grew bored. They sought other adventures on land, moving their homes to the wastes of Karkasse. I spent my fortune on a merchant ship and settled into a trade business in the port of Two Crowns. I soon grabbed a spot of land in the middle of Castaway Strait----a perfect warehouse location for my overseas goods! There, I met a hermit who had gone through great pains to claim the majority of the island as his property. However, he and I became instant friends, and he allowed me a place on his land. He was the island’s protector, driving off pirates and those who wanted to steal our land.

I spent months on that island. I stored my wares on it. I watched other merchants pass by me as I looked out over the sea. I spent hours talking to my friend the hermit. It was my home. And it soon became my center of commerce. I built up my trading empire until I was conducting business with entire guilds, Nuian and Harani alike. Those were my best days. I loved my home and I loved my work.

I still kept in contact with my old fishing friends. Many complained of being poor. My heart went out to them. I set up stations on the island for them to store their own wares. I taught them to conduct their own businesses, set them up with some of my own customers. I offered them a way to pull themselves out of their poverty. My hermit friend hated them. He disapproved of me offering them pieces of land on our somewhat private island. But I trusted my old friends. I disliked seeing them so downtrodden. I had to help.

How I wish I had listened to the hermit.

My old companions saw my success with merchants. They watched ship after ship dock at my port, and loads upon loads of cargo being hauled across the beach, trading hands and accumulating wealth beyond imagination. I know not if they were jealous, or simply bored. I believe they were longing for the old days. But the leader approached me and suggested that we rob the ships. That I lure them to the island and then my friends attack them. We would keep all of the loot. I objected. These merchants came to this island under trust that they wouldn’t be attacked. I ushered them in when the waters were clear, and made many deals with pirates to keep my customers safe. I wasn’t about to undo it all!

They didn’t like that response. They grew resentful. And then, they began to take over the island. One house demolished here by a neglectful owner, another there. The hermit and I couldn’t claim all of the empty lands. It happened slowly, each member of their group building their own house in a vacated lot. They controlled half the island before we knew it. And then the flow of merchant ships to my port declined to a trickle. My customers didn’t trust these newcomers.

And then it happened. One of the ships was attacked. I stopped trading. It was no longer safe for business. Even the hermit was driven off the island. It had become a hostile place. My old companions had returned to piracy. Having nothing else to do for money, I asked to join them. They scorned me, calling me weak. I could never live up to their ideal of a strong, ruthless pirate. They offered me a deal: if I could duel their strongest member and win, then I could join them. I naively accepted. I still had my weapons and armor, I thought. I had a chance. I expected my opponent to be the leader. He was without doubt the most challenging. The others weren’t so much. But instead, I was pitted against their most heavily armored. They had tricked me. I couldn’t touch someone in plate mail without magic on my side. I knew from the duel’s beginning that I would fail.

And so they left, laughing at me. For weeks, I brooded. I had offered them a home, an income, a helping hand. How dare they scorn and shame me! I thought and thought and thought. I didn’t move on. I didn’t forget them. I was resentful. I was angry. I wanted revenge. I wanted my island back. I wanted to avenge my friend the hermit. He had lost his home as much as I.

I still lived on the island, but it was no longer in comfort. I went there in secrecy, observing the pirates. They partied on their ill-gotten lands. They made their own alliances with powerful guilds. They spent their days lording it over that precious speck of land I had once cherished.

I wanted blood.

I began to compete in the Two Crowns arenas. Quickly, I realized I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t a terrible fighter. I was simply missing the right equipment. I won the prizes. I obtained better equipment. I grew stronger. Then I returned to the island when it was empty. And I waited.

I killed the first betrayer when he came out of his home. He never saw it coming.

The next one went down just as easily.

Word quickly spread within their ranks that there were attacks on the island. They knew it was me. They began to congregate so that I couldn’t so easily pick them off one by one. They would call out to the shadows that they knew I was there, that I was still just as weak as they had known me before, that I could never defeat all of them.

I ended another only a short distance from their group, and darted away. They scrambled to find me, but I was too quick. I climbed to the highest point on the island and peered over the edge, watching them scurry like ants, trying desperately to discover my hiding place. What fools.

I repeated this night after night. Their ranks slowly dwindled. They continued to call out to the shadows, but their derision had turned to apprehension. Panic had spread through them. I heard the leader, the one they had all looked up to so adoringly, berating them for being so weak as to be tricked and defeated by me. I had eliminated all but their leader and officers when they finally decided to abandon the island.

At last, I was victorious. The island was peaceful once more. I became its new protector. I welcomed budding traders and killed aggressors, taking others under my wing just as the hermit had done for me long ago. Never again will anyone take my home away from me.

Melisara guide my blade. Nui guide my enemies.


Author: Lyvectra
Server: Kadum, North America
Based on a true story
Link, if needed: https://docs.google.com/document/d/14F8Vrq3M9JLz1NfyfE0J4527fFZqIipBSFx__XIDg-k/edit?usp=sharing

Ethylind
10-22-2018, 07:13 AM
A stonecold surprise

After exploring and adventuring for hours on end, going places I would not have visited otherwise, I finally found and assembled it: the Searing Dragon Heart! I had always heard rumors of it existing out there in the world, but never would I have expected to stumble upon it while rummaging through the ancient corpses of dragons in the Karkasse Ridgelands.

The heart guided me to a cliff looking over Iona, where I found its rightful owner: Niskro. A petrified Wyrmkin, with a gaping hole where its heart should be. Around him lay other Sleeping Wyrmkin, in a similar state to Niskro, yet with an intact body. As I gazed upon this scene, I knew that a challenge lay ahead. Without a second thought, I called upon my guild members for assistance. Only our guild leader, Rayzha, was up to brave the dangers with me, the rest were busy doing their farming tasks. We decided to meet up at Lavis and headed south to the cliffs.

I knew for a fact that I was weaker than Rayzha. He had been adventuring the worlds of Erenor for far longer than me. His weapon and gear were battle-scarred but still looked strong. Me on the other hand, I had a mix of all sorts of weird equipment. My adventuring days had only just begun, but I already decided to face such a difficult challenge, even though I was not equipped with the right gear yet. I was fine with it however, I was in it for the thrill and excitement.

We prepared ourselves to place the Heart back into Niskro’s body. As we let the magic flow through ourselves, used magic tomes, potions and blessings to be at our strongest, and equipped everything needed, I walked forward and placed the Searing Dragon Heart in Niskro’s body.

The air started rumbling. The ground shook with a heavy impact. Cracking sounds filled the air, and large fissures started to appear in the stone skin of Niskro’s body. At the same time, the Sleeping Wyrmkin around us rose up and emitted a low growl towards us.

“Be careful Ethy!” Rayzha yelled at me, “They are about to attack.”

I raised my guard and prepared a spell in my hand. The Wyrmkin far outnumbered us, not even considering Niskro himself. I knew we had to defeat these minions first, otherwise we would just get distracted and might even be in danger while facing the boss.

As the Wyrmkin pounced towards us I loosened a Freezing Arrow towards the fastest of the group. Rayzha had a similar idea and shot his arrows towards all of the enemies. As soon as the first one was struck, the rest of them started howling even fiercer, and a bloodthirsty vibe filled the air around us. I shot a glance at Niskro’s body, that was still changing color from stone to hardened scales. We had to hurry up.

“Use your Volley, Ray!” I yelled.

Understanding my intentions, Rayzha grabbed a lot of arrows in hand, and unleashed a flurry of arrows towards the group. With his high end equipment, dealing with these small fry minions was easier than expected.

“Crack.”

Seeing the group of Wyrmkin approaching through the storm of arrows, I decided to help out. I used Tiger Strike and leapt into their midst, unleashing Freezing Earth right after, followed by a simple Whirlwind Slash. This kept them at bay long enough for Rayzha to finish them off.

“Roar!”

We finished them off just in time. Niskro’s body, that was petrified at first, was completely free now. As he stretched his stiff muscles, he let out a deafening roar. As he saw us finish off the last of his minions, his eyes became bloodshot. But he hadn’t lost his rationality yet. He did not rush toward us, but instead chose a different approach. It was clear that he was not of a simple mind, possessing intelligence at a similar level to humans, or Warborn and Harani in our case.

“Grrgr.”

With a growl, spoken in a language that I could not understand, an effect started to take place on Niskro’s body. His muscles became steel colored, and clearly swelled in size.

“This must be some kind of defensive ability. We have to take care and not let him get too close to us, we can’t penetrate his skin.” Rayzha said, “But maybe your magic can help us out.”

I thought he had a point, so I stood still and casted a Magic Circle to get a better feel of the magic in the air. As I started casting another set of spells, Niskro charged ahead. Seeing my defenseless state, Rayzha grabbed his bow and unleashed a Charged Bolt to grab the attention.

“Over here, you dummy!” he yelled.

Clearly agitated by this provocation, Rayzha succeeded in taking over the aggro. Niskro changed his course and headed straight to him. Even though it did not provide much damage, it still took the attention off of me. I saw how he jumped up and leapt straight to Rayzha’s side with an Overwhelm. At that time I just finished casting my first spell.

“Take this, Arc Lightning!”

A thunderbolt shot from my finger tips and headed straight for Niskro. I followed it up with a Chain Lightning and some Flamebolts, as I saw my first spell hitting the back of the big guy. As he cried out in pain, and turned his head to me, my other spells hit him square in the face. Angrily, Niskro roared, and grabbed his big head. As he prepared to leap to me, his skin that gave off a metallic luster before, turned back to its original color.

“Your turn, Ray!” I shouted.

Not needing my shout, Rayzha had already begun unleashing his bowman skills. As I watched in awe how all these arrows shot out from that bow of his, I had let down my guard. Niskro took the chance and leapt to my side. Even though he was being injured heavily, he still took the opportunity to inflict heavy damage to me.

As I got hit by the claw attack of the gigantic Wyrmkin, I felt the blood gushing out. My injuries were heavy, and I knew I couldn’t hang on much anymore in this battle. That’s the difference between high class and low class adventurers, I grimaced.

I leapt back to avoid getting more wounds on my body, and shot out some Mana Stars while retreating to Rayzha’s side.

“I’ll stay in the backline for the rest of the fight, ” I said pitifully, “I don’t think I can survive much longer on the frontlines with this equipment.”

Laughing, Rayzha agreed with me, and sprinted forward. We had already done a good amount of damage to Niskro, and it was time to deal the latest blows. As Rayzha brought the attention of Niskro to himself again, I kept using Mana Stars to inflict any additional damage possible. Rayzha kept kiting backwards while shooting Endless Arrows. Nui only knows where he gets them from.
Niskro didn’t let himself get beaten so easily though. He used a Lasso to grab Rayzha and pull him back in, but Rayzha didn’t let that happen so easily. As he Dropped Back out of the claws of Niskro, he continued firing Endless Arrows, mixed with some more heavy hitting Blazing Arrows and Toxic Arrows.

As more and more attacks hit his body, Niskro got weaker and weaker. He managed to get close enough to deal more damage to Rayzha, but he could endure through it thanks to his strong resistances build into his armor.

In a desperate last attack, unleashed a Howl of Terror, followed by an Enraged Blow. Though the frightful effect of the howl did work, the Enraged Blow was not enough to deal deadly damage to Rayzha. Coughing up a mouthful of blood and focusing himself through the fear, he managed to land the final attack on the monster.

As he fell, Niskro had a look of madness in his eyes. I knew that he was going to return someday, in one form or another, to haunt others who awake him at this cliff side.

“What did we get?” I asked full of curiosity. The spoils of war are always the most exciting thing after defeating a tough enemy. Anything was fine, a broken fang, a sharpened claw, a some of the skin or scales would do too.

“Well, there is this Jester’s Coin purse here.” Rayzha said after looting the body.

“That’s all we’ve worked for!?” I yelled in frustration.

Disappointed I took the loot from the body. This purse wasn’t even that heavy, but at least it was something. I should not have expected too much from a just awoken petrified corpse.

That day, I learned that adventuring doesn’t always bring the riches that one hopes for, but it could still create a story to tell.



Author: Ethylind
Server: (Retribution) Jakar, Europe
Based on a true story

Ellarya
10-22-2018, 12:46 PM
Advent of Change
Author: Wrinn
Server: Aria

I come from humble means.

I don’t mean that as something terrible, but a person should always remember where they come from, and my beginnings were humble. I lived in a cozy thatched farmhouse near Riverspan in Lilyut Hills. I farmed grain and produce; occasionally gathered flowers of the edible varieties; I took larders of aged cheese, honey, and salve through the dangers of Cinderstone Moor for trade.

Times were simpler then.

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a warrior of worth and valor; someone looked to for aid; someone worthy of family and friends. I spent every copper I could on armor and weapons, training myself in the hours that I was not out making more money to spend arming myself. It seemed as though it was all for naught, however. Nuians are weary of battle; they are content to sit in their homes, making meager trade deals in Solzreed Peninsula… to never be more than what they already are.

Eventually, I moved my home to Ahnimar, hoping to improve myself more through the treacherous areas of Hellswamp and Halcyona in order to make more gold; arm myself more keenly; and make a better life for myself. That was when terror struck.

They called themselves Omen, and they were indeed an omen. To most, they were terrible pirates, pillaging everything in sight. No one was safe. I had learned in my long years that omens are not necessarily bad things, and so I was more curious than wary.

Omen terrorized the continents of Nuia and Haranya for months, taking pleasure in remaining hidden underwater in order to mass board trade ships en route; during Abyssal Attacks, they were to be found on Whirlpool Isle, an entire fleet of merchant schooners at the ready, loaded down with crystal packs that would net them a tidy sum; if the Red Dragon of Karkasse Ridgelands appeared, they were surely there, fighting off tiny waves of those Nuians and Haranyans who refused to stand down, all while slaying the dragon as the hero in a fairytale would.

And suddenly they were gone. They disappeared so swiftly, but peace did not return to the realm. The Haranyans rose up against the West, quelling any chance of rebellion as they took Omen’s place. The battles were horrific with mass casualties on the Nuian side; Nuians, dwarves, elves, all slaughtered in the name of Haranya’s glory. Where once we might have had a tentative truce to rail against Omen, those bonds no longer existed. The West was dying.

Months passed, morale sunk into an abyss from which it never re-emerged. I kept training, kept trading. I would not succumb to the weakness of my countrymen. I refused, out of sheer determination--or perhaps stubborness--in order to better myself.

Omen returned in a flurry of misdirection and well-earned bravado, their numbers slightly less, but their might no less terrifying. The West cowered further into their hovels, but I rejoiced. Gone were the days of Haranya taking everything from us. They would have a true battle now.

To my utter shock and horror, not only had Omen returned, but they were recruiting. My friend, the mighty Bop, had orchestrated our admission into the band of pirates: a means to escape the drudgery of Nuian complacency. As much as I wanted to better myself, I was terrified of such a large change. Omen was comprised of Nuians and Haranyans alike, those put off by their own faction’s ineptitudes. They were thought to rule with an iron fist; with toxic attitudes; and the ability to crush a tiny Nuian’s spirits in a single blow.

I didn’t want to lose the small family I had, though. Bop had always been my true friend, and so I became a pirate with him, and I labelled myself Omen. Terror that first night was a very real emotion, but as the days passed and I became familiar with individuals, I relaxed into my new life of piracy. I sat underwater to mass board trade ships en route; my merchant schooner was one of the fleet moored at Whirlpool Isle, carrying precious cargo during the Abyssal Attack; when I needed help, I had but to call out for my comrades, and a flood of former Nuians and Haranyans emerged ready to fight for me. This was Omen.

Try as we might, though, we could not beat back the tide of Haranyans that had come under the banner of Green Card. Though we retreated, we did not call it a loss. Instead, we took the time to regroup and learn from our mistakes, hidden away with so-called friends. That peace was not meant to last either, and we struck out on our own once again, returning to life as pirates and thieves.

Eventually our leaders, Devil the Great, Kaijju the Noble, Buh the Silent, and the Formidable Susanoo, set their sights higher. No longer content to be mere pirates, relegated to the seas lest we be sent to jail, they decided to make a nation on Auroria. Fierce battles took place between Omen and the established nation of Latinus, as well as their reinforcements from Barcode.

We took Marcala castle from them first, and established our homebase there, in the wilds, with giant scorpions and ants, knowing full well that Calmlands, Sungold Fields, and Heedmar were not safe from us either. Nuimari, Devil reasoned, could be left to Latinus as a consolation and token of our benevolence. That, however, was not to be. The ruler of Latinus deferred to the lord of Barcode in such matters as peace and sieges, and so, when it was proclaimed that all agreements were off the table, we struck, and took Nuimari from them as well.

Exeloch was left with the West. The owner, now known as Robert the Betrayer to the denizens of Nuia, orchestrated an alliance with Omen in order to fight the cruel tyranny of Latinus. As the Nuians slowly turned on him, he and his turned their backs on the West, and we happily welcomed them into the fold as we built our nation.

To cope with the sudden influx of citizens, more leadership was required. Hashi the Destructive and Pariah the Incinerator stepped forward to fill the void, proving repeatedly that Devil the Great’s faith in them was not misplaced. From settling petty squabbles to leading the charge against the Westerners we had once tried to help, Omen’s leaders have sacrificed a great deal for so little appreciation.

As with any new nation, of course, there were growing pains. Some were unaccustomed to the rigorous schedule, while others had to learn to fight. What we all learned in the process was the necessity of patience.

It wasn’t always smooth sailing, obviously. Nuians continued their attempts to beat us back, claiming victory where we gained amusement at their failures. Those who led that charge eventually lost faith and turned to piracy themselves, hoping their failings would be less noticeable amongst a group of experienced fighters. They were very wrong.

None of that mattered in the grand scheme of things. Omen could never be beaten back by pettiness and greed. Omen refuses to cater to such whims. We have never cared about who has the best armor or weapons, or even who is the best fighter. Everyone is the same, equal, worthy of respect and aid.

These notions have allowed us to keep a clear head and high morale in the face of near-impossible odds. Whether you wield swords or magic, bow or club, Omen will always show up to fight for our nation, possibly with Cbl the Slayer cackling loud enough to be heard in all corners of Erenor.

I often wonder if one of those who have joined us since, has found the camaraderie and friendship that I have.

I wonder if there is a person here among us who was baffled by the outpouring of support the first time they called for help, and a band of former pirates came from far and wide to fight for them.

I wonder if they, like me, have found a home they did not expect, and a family in those they once feared.

Nimiel
10-22-2018, 04:37 PM
Mein Name ist Nimiel Banalashalan, ich bin eine Jägerin und Abenteurerin aus dem Gweonidwald und möchte von den Dingen berichtet die ich auf meinen Reisen durch Erenor erlebt habe....

Eine Handelsfahrt ist lustig... oder auch nicht
Ich erinnere mich noch an meine erste Reise mit dem Schiff, ich brachte Tonkrüge mit gewürztem Hackfleisch von Tiefensand nach Schlackenmoor. Es war eine riskante Unternehmung diese Lieferung direkt in ein Kriegsgebiet zu fahren, doch ich wusste das mein Schiff die "Anarras Rache" schon irgendwie durchkommen würde...
Es war alles wie immer... eigentlich, bis auf einen kleinen Zwischenfall. Mein Schiff stieß auf etwas hartes. Vor Schreck drehte ich mich um und sah einen toten Hai auf dem Wasser treiben. ich hatte einen Hai überfahren, wer hätte gedacht daß sowas passieren würde.
Ich dachte mir nichts weiter dabei, als ich meinen Weg fortsetzte doch kurz vor dem Hafen krachte eine Kanonenkugel in den Rumpf meines Schiffes. Ich zog meine Schwerter und erwartete Piraten oder Haranyi, doch es kam viel schlimmer. Ein zweiter Schuss versenkte mein Boot und ich schwamm so schnell ich konnte davon, denn ich war allein und der Feind ganz klar in der Überzahl. Zu meinem Schrecken musste ich mit ansehen wie Männer welche die Farben der Nuia-Allianz trugen meine wertvolle... nein, meine kaum wertvolle Fracht plünderten.... Und das alles nur für ein paar Krüge mit Hackfleisch. Eines Tages werden sie das büßen...
Und so rette ich mich an den Strand

So ein Käse
Nach diesem Rückschlag suchte ich einen anderen Weg an Gold zu gelangen... Zu meinem Glück besitze ich ein kleines Gehöft auf dem einige Käsereien stehen. Ich belud meinen Esel mit so viel Käse wie er nur tragen konnte und machte mich auf dem Weg nach Stolzfried.
Das war wahrlich ein Abenteuer für sich, ich hatte dein Eindruck alle waren hinter meinem Käse her. Zuerst ein erfolgloser Hinterhalt einiger hisiger Banditen und dann griffen mich sogar die Dahuta-Kultisten an... es war ein leichter sie abzuwehren. Aber dann brach die Nacht herein. Im Nachhinein hätte ich mich besser nicht erst am Abend auf den Weg gemacht... Wie dem auch sei. Ich war soeben dabei eine Brücke über einen kleinen Bach zu überqueren als mich ein Zauber aus dem Sattel warf, ich konnte meinen Esel nur schwer beruhigen, da stürmte ein kopfloser Reiter auf mich zu. Für jemanden ohne Kopf schien er ziemlich gut mit dem Schwert umgehen zu können. Ich vermute daß er eine Art Geist sein muss, wie sonst sollte so ein Wesen ohne Kopf und ohne Augen sein Ziel sehen können? Trotz allem war es mir ein leichtes diesen Feind zu Fall zu bringen und meine kostbare Käselieferung sicher zum Händler zu bringen, schon bald würde ich genug Gold haben um mir ein neues Schiff zu kaufen

Schwimmende Festung
Es hat viel Zeit, Mühe und vor allem Gold gekostet aber nun bin ich stolze Kapitänin eines echten Kriegsschiffes. Zwei Masten, ein robuster Rumpf, und fünft mächtige Kanonen je Seite. Ich taufte es auf den Namen "Lindorm". Kaum daß ich mein neues Schiff zu Wasser ließ kam ein alter Mann auf mich zu und begann mich mit seinem Seemannsgarn einzuspinnen. Er erzählte irgendetwas über den Leviathan und daß keiner ihm glaubte obwohl er ihn mit eigenen Augen gesehen habe...
Er versprach mir eine Belohnung, sollte ich beweisen können daß dieses Wesen tatsächlich existiert. Ich habe es nicht wegen der Belohnung getan, sondern eher aus Neugier.... gut ich gebe es zu, ich wollte auch sehen welchen Schaden meine Kanonen ausrichten...
Ich bat einige andere Abenteuer welche ich auf meinen Reisen kennengelernt habe, mich auf der Suche nach dem Leviathan zu begleiten. Zu meinem Glück nahmen sie an....

Auf hoher See
Nun verstehe ich was der Schiffsbaumeister meinte als er "Schwimmende Festung" sagte. So mächtig wie es was, so langsam war die Lindorm auch. Wir wussten nicht wohin wir segelten, noch wie lange es dauern würde bis wir den Leviathan gefunden hatten und so begannen wir uns die Zeit zu vertreiben. Ich spielte auf meiner Flöte, wir redeten über Belanglosigkeiten und begannen schließlich mit den Kanonen auf Meerasseln zu schießen. Plötzlich ertönte der Ruf "Geisterschiff, Steuerbord!"
Und unglücklicherweise erschien tatsächlich eines. Es war das erste Geisterschiff das ich je gesehen hatte. Was sollten wir tun? Entern?.... Ich musste schnell entschieden, denn die ersten Schüsse rissen schon Löcher in die prächtigen violetten Segel der Lindorm. Ich rief einer Kameradin zu, sie solle das Steuer übernehmen und das Schiff gen Osten steuern, der Rest machte sich kampfbereit...
Geister, Untote egal, ihr Schiff schien nicht so viele Kanonenkugel zu vertragen wie ich zuerst dachte. Die Stahlkugeln durchlöcherten den Rumpf, die Kettenkugeln zerstörten Mast und Segel. Ein normales Schiff wäre schon längst gesunken, aber immerhin wurde es langsamer. Zum Schluss ertönte nur noch die große Haubitze, die Kanone mit der größten Reichweite. Das Geisterschiff was verschwunden. Aber wo waren wir? Ich sah durch mein Fernrohr und erspähte erst Wasser, dann nochmehr Wasser.... und dann ein Schiffswrack. Wir durchsuchten dieses und fanden im Logbuch des Kapitäns tatsächlich Hinweise auf den Leviathan und ich kann nur sagen, welch ein Glück daß wir ihm NICHT begegnet sind...
Wie dem auch sei, wir nahmen Kurs auf die Insel Freinich um unsere Vorräte aufzustocken und kehrten Nach Nuia zurück...


Heimat??
Auroria, verlorene Heimat.... ich kannte nur eine Heimat, den Gweonidwald in dem ich aufwuchs und meine Hütte in den Lilyuthügeln. Warum die Nuia danach streben dieses Land zurück zuerobern ist mir ein Rätsel. Nun gut, das Archeum dort ist ein machtvoller Quell der Magie, aber ist das alles einen blutigen Krieg wert?...
Ich parirte den Axthieb eines gehörnten Mannes, eines Kriegsgeborenen. Halb Nuon, halb Dämon wie ich hörte. Ich wünschte ich könnte ihre Sprache verstehen...
Ein heller Blitz und zwei Schwertstreiche später fiel der große Mann tot zu Boden. Immer diese Gewalt, aber manche wollen es nicht anders. Als hätte wir hier auf Auroria nicht schon genug Probleme mit wahnsinnigen Zwergen, Untoten und Kyrioskultisten welche den Außenposten Nuias belagerten. Nein, unsere "Nachbarn" aus Haranya müssen sich mit uns blutige Schlachten liefern, nur weil jede Seite behauptet das Land auf dem Delphinad einst stand zuerst besetzt zu haben. Was ist Delphinad für diese Menschen? Die Stadt liegt in Trümmern, die große Bibliothek ist alles was davon noch übrig ist. Das Wissen und die Artefakte darin mögen wertvoll sein, doch die Monster darin machen es schwer an diese zu gelangen. Wenn wir unseren Zwist beilegen würden, könnten wir uns die Schätze teilen....

Die Hunde von Kyrios
Ist es denn nie genug? Ich habe zahllose Untote, Fleischgolems, Nekromanten, und sogar Geister erschlagen und soll mich trotzdem noch beweisen eh ich der Purpurwache beitreten darf. Nun soll ich auch noch als letzte Aufnahmeprüfung die Seelensteine eines Hundes von Kyrios beschaffen. Mein Weg führte mich zurück ins Schlackenmoor wo ich zuerst garnicht wusste wie ich diesen "Hund" finden sollte. Zu meinem Glück traf ich auf einen anderen Abenteurer, welcher mir erzählte eine Armee von Untote würde bald hier auftauchen, angeführt von den Hunden von Kyrios....
Zugegeben, ich war beeindruck von dem Heer welches sich um den Abgrundriss sammelte. Elfen, Menschen und sogar einige Zwerge.
Zuerst dachte ich, wir sein in der Übermacht doch es strömten immer mehr Untote aus dem Riss. Zuerst übernahm ich die Kontrolle über ein Katapult um möglichst viel Schaden zu verursachen und gleichzeitig das Schlachtfeld besser überblicken zu können, doch schon bald wurde ich in den Nahkampf gezwungen. Die Flut der Feinde verebbte allmählich und als sich der Riss schloss sprangen zwei riesige Krieger in prächtiger Rüstung hervor, das mussten sie sein...
Einer schoss etwas auf mein Katapult, ich sprang in Deckung doch das Katapult war zerstört. ich entschied mich diesmal den Bogen zu verwenden und....
Nun wir beschossen diese zwei Hünen und hiebten auf sie ein, dem letzten schlug ich den Kopf ab und begann sie näher zu untersuchen.
Er hatte keinen einzigen Seelenstein. Wie konnte das sein? Ein Magier dessen Robe schon in fetzen hing erzählte mir dies seien Abgrundschützen gewesen.
Ich riss meine Augen weit auf.... "Aber die Hunde von Kyrios" stammelte ich. Der Magier erzählte mir ein anderer habe viele von ihnen gefällt und würden sie sich nurnoch selten zeigen. All die Mühe, nur um zu erfahren daß ich meine Beute erst hevorlocken müsste, doch niemand wüsste wie. Noch ob sie überhaupt kommen würden.
So entschied ich mich für einen anderen Pfad. Die Purpurwache würd mich nicht aufnehmen und so verdinge ich mich als Söldnerin und suche weiter nach vergessenen Geheimnissen. Vielleicht werde ich eines Tages Wissen über die Akasch erlangen, und vielleicht auch einen Weg finden Kyrios aufzuhalten.... Doch von nun an gehe ich meinen eigenen Weg...

Autor: Nimiel
Server: Taris (vorher Eanna)

Ryzard Ginfalamne
10-22-2018, 05:23 PM
Hoffnung

Es regnete. Die Tropfen auf den Rüstungen lebloser Körper erzeugten unterschiedliche metallische Klänge, die sich mit stärker werdendem Regen zu einer Kakophonie des Grauens entwickelten. Blutüberströmt und schwer atmend, erhob sich der zwei Meter große Kriegsgeborene um sich ein Bild von der Schlacht zu machen. Eine tiefe Wunde klaffte an seinem linken Oberarm, dessen Armschoner zerfetzt waren. Er fühlte, dass mehrere Rippen gebrochen waren und auch seine rechte Schulter schien in Mitleidenschaft gezogen worden zu sein, doch er empfand keinen Schmerz. Hierfür hatte er Jahre lang trainiert. Hierfür hatte er gelitten. Hierfür war er geboren.

Keuchend blickte er um sich und sah, dass er sich immer noch auf dem Schlachtfeld der Marcala-Ebene befand. In einiger Entfernung zu seiner rechten sah er den brennenden Wald, aus dem Rauch aufstieg. Das Feldlager befand sich etwa eine Meile entfernt hinter ihm Norden. Oder doch Süden? Er hatte Zeitgefühl und Orientierung während der Schlacht verloren.

Hatten sie gewonnen oder verloren? Als er seinen Blick über unzählige gefallene Soldaten und zerstörtes Kriegsmaterial wandern ließ, wurde ihm klar, dass es an diesem Tag nur Verlierer gegeben hatte. Krieg bedeutete immer zu verlieren.

Anders als viele der Toten um ihn herum, hatte ihn sein dämonisches Blut vor Schlimmeren bewahrt. In wenigen Stunden würde er wieder vollständig genesen sein, mit Hilfe der Heiler in seinem Lager vermutlich sogar noch schneller. Und dann würde er weiter kämpfen, weiter töten.

Auch wenn der Dämon in ihm, der sich an Tod und Zerstörung labte, es kaum erwarten konnte, seine unbändige Wut zu entladen, so sehnte sich seine menschliche Seele nach Frieden. Sie war des Kämpfens schon vor langer Zeit überdrüssig geworden.

Während er sich gedankenversunken in Richtung Lager bewegte, sah er plötzlich einen Schatten in seinem rechten Augenwinkel. Instinktiv riss er sein Schwert nach oben und schaffte es gerade noch einen mit arkaner Magie aufgeladenen Bolzen zur Seite zu schlagen. Blitzschnell und ohne groß nachzudenken, nutzte der Krieger seinen Kriegssprung, den er sonst verwendete um hinter die feindlichen Linien zu gelangen und dort für Chaos zu sorgen, um einen gewaltigen Satz in die Richtung aus der der Schuss gekommen war zu machen.

Jetzt galt es schnell zu sein und den Scharfschützen zu erwischen, bevor dieser entkommen konnte. Und dann sah er ihn. Es handelte sich bei dem Schützen um einen drahtig wirkenden, relativ kleinen Elfen – wahrscheinlich einen Späher, der die Schlacht überwacht hatte. Kein echter Gegner für einen erfahrenen Krieger wie ihn. Lediglich ein armseliges Opfer. Ein bösartiges Lächeln umspielte seine Lippen und er fühlte wie sein höllisches Blut zu kochen begann. Der Dämon hatte wieder die Kontrolle übernommen.

Im Sprung kanalisierte der Kriegsgeborene seine Kräfte und bereitete sich auf einen Sturmangriff vor. Etwa 7 Meter vor dem Schützen landete er auf dem Boden zwischen einigen toten Zwergenkriegern, von denen zwei in ihrer mechanischen Rüstung verbrannt waren. Blitzschnell stürmte er mit gezogenem Schwert in Richtung des Elfen und wollte diesen aufspießen, doch dieser hatte mit der Attacke gerechnet und machte einen Salto zur Seite, so dass 300 Pfund Muskeln und Stahl ins Leere stürmten.

Der Kriegsgeborene heulte vor Schmerz auf, als sich einige Pfeile der ersten Salve durch das schwarze Obsidian seines Plattenpanzers in seinen Rücken bohrten. Dieser Elf war kampferfahren, kein einfacher Späher. In einem länger andauernden Kampf würde er aufgrund seiner Verletzungen keine Chance haben. Er musste also improvisieren.

Einer der Zwerge hatte ein Schild, welches er an sich nahm und mit dem er dank seiner Ausbildung in der Lage war, das auf ihn nun einprasselnde Dauerfeuer einigermaßen abzuwehren. Lange würde er diese künstlich geschaffene Schanze aber nicht aufrecht erhalten können, aber zumindest konnte er sich so dem Elfen langsam aber sicher annähern. Auch wenn er es nicht schaffte alle Pfeile abzuwehren und sein Panzer von vielen durchdrungen wurde, so konnte er die Distanz von sich zu dem Schützen mehr und mehr verringern.

Jetzt habe ich dich! Mit diesem Gedanken fokussierte sich der Kriegsgeborene auf den Elfen und es formte sich aus dem Nichts ein Energieseil, welches den verdutzten Elfen ergriff und in Richtung des Kriegsgeborenen zog.

Damit hatte er offenbar nicht gerechnet und er verharrte eine Sekunde in Schreckstarre. Diese Sekunde reichte dem starken Kämpfer, um dem Elfen mit aller Wucht das Schild in die Rippen zu rammen. Man hörte ein leichtes Knacken und einen gellenden Schrei, der aber schnell in ein Keuchen überging. Der Elf hielt sich vor Schmerzen die Brust und taumelte zurück, doch der Kriegsgeborene setzte unbarmherzig nach. Mit drei schnellen Hieben seines Langschwertes zerhackte er Rüstung und Muskeln seines Gegners gleichermaßen. Blut spritzte ihm dabei ins Gesicht und der Elf vor ihm sank schwer getroffen, röchelnd zu Boden.

Vor diesem ragte nun ein dunkler, gewaltiger Schatten, von dem nur ein feuriges Glimmen zu sehen war, dort wo die Augen sein sollten. Der Schütze hob schützend in einer Abwehrhaltung die Hand, schloss die Augen und erwartete, sich seines Endes gewahr, den finalen Hieb.

Doch dieser blieb aus.


Nach einer unendlich quälenden Ewigkeit öffnete der Elf dann die Augen. Der Kriegsgeborene stand noch immer über ihm, mit erhobenem Schwert. Doch das Glimmen war verschwunden. Stattdessen weinte er.

„Das muss ein Ende haben. All das hier.“

Beide blickten sich nun an, während die Zeit still zu stehen schien; mitten in einem Meer aus Leichen, welche stumme Zeugen waren von einer schrecklichen, unerbittlichen Schlacht – einfach einer weiteren bitteren Episode eines noch schrecklicheren, unerbittlicheren Krieges.

Und beide, der drahtige Elf und der hünenhafte Kriegsgeborene, welche vor wenigen Minuten noch um Leben und Tod gefochten hatten, ergriff in diesem Moment der absoluten Stille, als ihre Blicke sich trafen, ein Gefühl des Friedens und der völligen Ruhe, welche nicht einmal vom Klang des zu Boden fallenden Schwertes gestört werden konnte.

Beide verstanden jetzt einander.

„Es hat ein Ende. Zumindest für uns beide.“

Und mit diesen Worten ergriff der der Schütze die ausgestreckte Hand des Kriegsgeborenen.




Auto: Ryzard
Server: Taris (vorher Prophecy)

allysia
10-23-2018, 01:15 PM
THE FIRE LILY
Written by Foxy from Aria

The lands of Erenor changed like the tides, with an ebb and flow of inhabitants that had different names and faces. We sang praises for heroes if only for fleeting moments until they disappeared, their names and deeds like whispers in the wind. Castles rose and fell, their bustling trade centers turning into bloody battlefields, their hazardous construction sites awaiting the arrival of new challengers in search of blood and glory.

Erenor changed with the sands of time, but not her. She always stayed the same.

The first time I saw her was upon the docks of Austera. The cobblestone pathways were bustling with the sounds of commerce as exchanges were made with a trader who has long since disappeared within far-off lands in search of more valuable wares. The breeze pulled at the skirts of her dress, a vision of true beauty that I would not soon forget.

Our paths would cross a few more times before a connection was made, but etched in my memory forever are the grasslands of Exeloch when I met her. The wind pulled at the gemshrub stalks and tall grasses and the air smelled like salt from the Arcadian Sea. Her pale skin was covered in layers of fur, small rounded ears parting the waves of her dark hair. Her blue eyes were wide and sparkling. It was there that we built our first house together, painstakingly crafting and carrying bundles of materials, and it was there that we decided to weave together the threads of our destinies as one.

The two of us went on to face the world together. Our list of accomplishments grew as we made new friends and with their help, added to our list of victories. We defeated the most frightening creatures of Erenor, such as the imposing dragon that haunts the lands of Karkasse Ridgelands, a creature of such stature that he struck fear in the hearts of Nuians and Haranyans alike. We survived the fury of his magma breath and the beat of his powerful wings. We sailed the high seas together, defending our trade goods from the onslaught of relentless sea bugs in exchange for golden coins. We also faced the horrors of the ocean’s murky depths. We fought the legendary Kraken, a nightmarish apparition that has haunted the dreams of sailors and their widows since the beginning of time. Again and again, we saved each other from the brink of death and shared in the celebration of our success.

Some friends moved on without us, disappearing through portals that crackled with electricity and magic, never to return. After many battles won and lost, we joined together in order to challenge Zaldrane the Enchantress, a brutal witch who spent her time harassing the roads and farmlands of Nuia. During this battle, I was tossed aside by her dark powers and Zaldrane placed a nasty curse upon my companion. In a cloud of miasma and a pool of poison, she fell to her knees choking and coughing, and we were forced to retreat.

When we returned to the Haranyan mainlands, to our home in Ynystere, she fell violently ill. The curse worked quickly, spreading dark magic through her veins. She stayed in her apothecary manor to rest as the curse sapped her life force. The sparkles in her eyes had faded and she stared back at me with fearful eyes brimmed with tears. I knew that I had to save her. She healed me when I was weak, bringing me back from the precipice of death time and time again, and resurrecting me if I fell on the battlefield. Now, it was my turn to return the favor.

I paced back and forth, wracking my brain for answers. In my madness I found myself in Exeloch once again, staring down at the ocean from the cliffside. I screamed into the wind, the words ripped away from my lips. I fell to my knees and whispered a silent prayer.

The air around me began to shimmer. At last, my anguish had been answered. An apparition of the beautiful goddess Nui appeared before me, her white dress flowing in the strong sea winds as she hovered near the cliffside. Tears fell from her gorgeous face when she addressed me, moved by my emotions. “The curse can be broken,” she told me in a voice that sounded musical, like the echoes of instruments played by a famed artist in the Yorland Theater in Austera. “You must find the lily that blooms in the fires of Auroria and bring it back to your love. Make a tea from its flowers and allow her to drink it. She will be cured.” The goddess disappeared after she relayed her message, the sounds of her sobs fading away in nothingness.

It was with a renewed sense of purpose that I marched into the fields of Marcala, relying on my mastery of Shadowplay to help me navigate its treacherous lands. The humanoid Abyssal Legions that stalked for prey amongst the rocks and hills were my biggest threat, creatures that killed and destroyed mindlessly. When I found my way into the burning forest, I knew that I had to be near the flower that Nui had spoken of. I searched high and low, avoiding the sick Mutated Flesh Golems and terrifying Faceless Soldiers as well as I could. When at last I had checked at the base of every burning tree and around every blazing tree trunk, I was overcome once more with waves of despair. The lily was nowhere to be found.

That was when the ground lurched beneath me, shaking under my feet as a loud noise like thunder battered my ears. On the other side of the forest stood the jagged peaks of a volcano, reaching high into the sky with its glowing magma tendrils. It was then that I knew that my journey would take me to its dangerous depths. Inside the volcano was where I would find the fire lily.

When I approached the mountainside, I began to climb the rocky crevasses, my hands slipping on the sheer grey cliff face as my fingers struggled for purchase on the sharp stones. Inch after inch I pulled myself up the heights of the volcano with willpower alone, following twisting pathways when I could and forging my own when I could not. At last, I reached a final ledge and stared over the precipice into the middle of the live volcano.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as I climbed toward the solidified magma core that glistened like a red crystal, pulsing with magic as if it was alive. The air was hot and thick, covering my skin with a sheen of sweat. The ground shook underneath my feet again, sending me sprawling across the hot rocks. With an imminent eruption, I knew that I had to work quickly. I dashed around the base of the magma crystal, past the veins of lava that threatened to burst and drown me in fiery liquid. As I rounded the corner I saw what I had come for: a lily, bright red and glistening with power. The earth shuddered again beneath me as if it threatened to swallow me whole if I picked the flower, but I knew that it was a risk that I had to take for her. I teleported forward, hoping that the fifteen-meter dash would buy me some time. I bent down in front of the lily and plucked it from the ground.

The volcano lurched violently while I was still at its core. The rocks shifted around me as stalactites shook loose from the ceiling, shattering at my feet. I activated my magithopter and shot towards the sky, clutching the fire lily to my chest and whispering another prayer to the goddess Nui. Smoke filled the chamber of the volcano, blinding me. I heard the magma crystal begin to shatter, steam hissing as the lava bubbled over the edges and spluttered into the air. I flew to safety with the lily in hand.

When I returned to Ynystere, I made a tea and served it to my weak companion. The power within the flower began to work instantly, its fragrant petals purging the poison from her veins. As weeks passed after her recovery began, we slowly regained our strength together. Erenor had changed once again, a land bustling with new faces and new people. We stood together on our new island paradise, rebuilding our houses and decorating together, our strength renewed. Erenor was different, but we still had each other. We were the same.

Satio
10-23-2018, 11:55 PM
Sprout of the Darkness
Accompanied by moonlight, by stars. Like thousands of eyes watching, being witness for that creature which is walking through unknown world. Its life full of adventures, difficultys and bloodshed, but friendship and love as well.. Its wish, to find a place where to belong. Its efforts to change itself, to become something more in this world. With her dreamy head in the stars, Satio, armed only by her claws embarked to discover the secrets of the world. However, she came across a four-legged creature with sabretooths and greyish fur. That animal has become her most faithful companion!

"Now, i’m not alone. Together Bubu, we shall find a place where we will belong. And you will get as much fishes as you can eat!" she said during a night, sitting on the ground, stroking her purring companion while they were watching the dark sky. Days were running, like water flowing through rivers. This world is hiding many evil beings, which they are supposed to beat. This dangerous world has awaken a magic in her soul, with which she was continuously gaining power. But... one day, there were so many of them...
"Bubu, run!"
"Raaaawr!" Bubu made a loud noise, however, instead of leaving his mistress behind, he decided to protect the young firran! He jumped right into the crowd of enemies and bites one of them into the neck. Trying everything in his might. It wasn’t enough. There were just too many of them! It was nearly a truth, that they would skin Bubu before Satio’s eyes!
"Bubu!" she screamed with broken voice.

"Firebolt!" suddenly a nimble fireball swept through the air killing an enemy. The young firran looked behind her. With her green eyes she gazed on a swift, jumping male firran, closing the gap between them. He had dark, wild hair, look of a courageous warrior and a mighty, strong body.
„Don’t worry, i will cleanse this place of that plague!“ nimbly dropping backwards, he fired another fireballs, which overwhelmed the enemies like a rain of arrows. She was observing him with, then she looked towards the swarm of attackers as he actually used the mighty fire rain. Back and fill between them, Bubu had jumped to Satio before the fire could hurt him.

"Wow, Bubu, are you okay?" she examined him carefully while he was licking his snout and shaking his head.
"Well, the enemy will reconsider attacking someone in the future." He dusted himself out with satisfaction and then he walked to the surprised girl.
"Sir! Thank you so very much for saving us!" She started to praise him, which put a smile on his face.
"That was the least i could do for you. It was my honor to serve you, madam." He bowed to her politely. "Oh, and my name is Saeiach."
"Satio! My name is Satio!" she gasped out nervously. "But, i can’t do anything to compensate for your deed."
"Hmm." he smirked. "Oh, no, my apologies... It’s okay... i haven’t seen you in this world before, where are you from?"
"Emmmm... well... from southern Haranya. I’m from Oxion Clan, located in Falcorth Plains. But i left because i’m seeking my destiny, a place to belong to. I sense that there is something important for me to accomplish in this world, but i don’t know what..." she explained him her deep intention.
"Oh..." he thoughtfully observed the firran colored with white fur.
„It may sound silly, i know.“
"No, not at all... but i think that travelling alone is too dangerous. What would you say about joining us? Our guild. A beginning of a new adventure, hm?" He extended his hand to her while she hesitated. Could she really trust that weirdo? But he saved her life. At last she smirked and gave him hers.
"Why not."

Since that day, she wasn’t alone anymore. Their guild was growing slowly as well as Satio and her new friend Saeiach did, because they cooperated so well together. The world wasn’t so grey and dangerous anymore, because together, with their power growing, they could achieve more. At the same time, they found their inner strength, the strength, which they learned to control. Satio has decided to follow the path of a mighty mage, search for mysterious gems throughout the world and to work on her equipment. And of course, the equipment of Bubu as well! Saeiach has, surprisingly, realized that the way of life and protection is way more important to him. But as their friendship developed into deeper feelings, their guild has began to collapse. The world has changed. More and more powerful enemies appeared, who were robbing and killing the weak. Danger lurked behind every corner. As if it was not enough, their guild began to behave unfriendly against their own members.

"Enough! We have to do something about it! I won’t let myself to be robbed by my own people!" angry Satio smashed on the table, while friends, sitting around, were staring at each other.
"But what to do? How to redeem our souls?" they asked.
"Rise! Rise and fight! We shall build our own world without rules! World where our name will mean something. World where anyone who hears its name, shall try their best to avoid it. At the same time, those who would seek help, will find a way to us and we shall redeem their hearts! We shall carry hope and fear into that world!" Saeiach recited his dramatic speech by which he encouraged the guildmates around.
"Bloodgard! Moon and night shall be our power. We shall build an empire and set sail to the open sea!" Satio proclaimed.
"Sea? I heard it’s a monarchy of pirates!"
"And giant octopuses!"
"And have you heard the story about the legendary... LEVIATHAN?!"
"To build our name we must to our best. We shall build the greatest ship! The strongest guild! But without you, my friends, i won’t make it! Therefore i ask you... who will join me?!" Silence... Dead silence...
It will be a long and difficult journey, but i strongly believe that we will succeed! Or you want to further suffer from that terror, for every day and night there is?! For the rest of your lives without an effort to change something?!"
"I’m in!" Saeiach suddenly stood up and his friend after him. And as you know it... as a domino effect, everyone has risen up and together, they built up Bloodgard! A part of the land has become their territory. Territory, which evoked fear... A guild that started to do something for this world and fight for its redemption!

Bloodgard... Yes, maybe we did create lesser evil focused on destroying the greater one. "Fulfill our needs." was our motto. Flags of a bloody moon drowning in a drop of blood, occupying the nights of this cruel world. As a redeemed soul rising from a battleground of fallen warriors, we will never stop fighting for our faith! It’s impossible to tame a soul, to master it. We grow stronger every day. Slowly? Yes, but we surely are. Also the day, when our worlds collided, will never be forgotten.

Autor: Satio
Server: Jakar

WhitefangWildheart
10-25-2018, 01:21 AM
Titan's song

Server:Kadum
Author: GoddessElizabeth (Katz for short)

Silent grass fluttered along in the gentle breeze, with an eerie, almost charged feeling to the atmosphere around it. Pools of water, with origin unknown, sat stagnant and undisturbed in a wide circle around the region. Above, floating rocks hung ominously over the heads of those who dared to step into the area. A large, opened egg of some huge creature laid with pieces strewn across the plains, suspended by magic, vines growing off the egg and showing the apparent age of said object, sat in the center. The zone seemed peaceful, with the occasional monster and abyssal defect. The plains were untouched, silent, yet…tense. Something was building.

In an instant, lightning flashed from clouds that come from seemingly nowhere. The sound of large wings filled the sky, and thunder made the earth tremble. Flashes of turquoise and blue filled the eyes of those who looked upon it. Four majestic wings, three massive arms with even more threatening claws, as big as a Firran male was tall. Eyes that would make any brave adventurer freeze in a trance. The creature was beautiful, horrifying, gigantic. A feather strewn tail flailed and knocked one of the floating rocks as it flew by, crushing it instantly as if were nothing but a mere pebble. The creature was enraged, crying into the sky, morning the fall of his master. It tore into the sky and wailed, begging to the goddess of the hereafter to bring him back.

He, however, would not return.

For what seemed like millennia the creature tore through the stars themselves, searching, pleading with Nui, with no avail. His sadness began to build and turn to rage. How dare Nui take him from this world! The beast knocked into more of the floating islands, causing them to fall one by one. Many of them left spikes hurling from the ground, and damaged the titan’s body. As time passed, the feathers began to darken from blood. Turquoise mixed with red blood to make purple. It darkened still, and turned feathers a murky black. The rage in its’ heart grew still, and made the beast more hardened, more powerful. The fallen islands left scars on the plains. There were still some left, however, forming a nearly complete circle in the sky, with the largest at the center.

The blood of this monster seeped into the ground below, and cursed the animals and creatures that ate from the vegetation. Their blood ran with the very rage that the titan felt, turning them hostile and enraged. Killing these beasts meant releasing that rage back into the world, but as a solid form.

Essence. That of which could be collected.

After years of struggling, the titan finally fell into a deep slumber, hiding within the depths of the plains, undisturbed, still waiting for his master to finally return. Its’ energy, however, was spent. The winged beauty must recover.

He left behind a ruined land, filled with anger and hatred for anything and everything that came upon what lived there. They did not understand why they were angry. Only that their blood boiled.

Eventually, years passed and the people of Erenor found this land. They dared not venture beyond their camp, for the rage that filled the hearts of the very creatures could have filled theirs as well. Only the bravest would seek the treasure that lie beyond the safety of the walls.

The treasure that the Thunderwing had to offer.

Feathers were still laying across the vast expanse, buried slightly from the passing of time. The people did not know what to do with these feathers. Mages from across the sea came to examine these feathers, and found the incredible magical properties they held. They were used for wings that could give infinite flight! They were sadly missing the magic of the titan itself, that of which they still could not uncover.

However, one morning, a lone dwarf set off in the direction that the titan lay, sleeping. In the northwestern part of the territory, the lightning god was curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly, as peaceful as sleep could bring. Curiosity got the better of the dwarf, and they edged closer, admiring the stunning feathers the coated its’ body. She moved closer…and plucked a feather from the body of the titan. The sudden jerk and pain caused the titan to awake, and fly into a rage once again. The poor dwarf was never found, greed giving them an untimely demise.

As the titan flew about once more, the Crimson Watch stared in fear and awe. Giant boulders were smashed to pieces with no effort, and threatened to bring the land to ruin once again. Something had to be done. That was when an adventurer brought back a very rare piece of the titan. A crystallization of the titan’s blood, a ‘Ruby’. They altered it to create the first replica of the titan’s wings. The reaction caused the wings to turn purple, red blood against blue feathers. Along with the flight, they gave abilities to use against the titan, but could only be used when near it, drawing from the power of the feathers’ original owner.

The was the first recorded ‘killing’ of the Thunderwing Titan.

This was not enough to keep the creature at bay. He was immortal, like his master intended. After two days, the titan would reappear, causing havoc and threatening the land once again.

Brave adventurers, dare you go after this beast? Dare you use the call to draw the Thunderwing near? There are treasure and riches awaiting those who answer the summons.

Varda
10-25-2018, 04:26 PM
A Tale of Victory in the Hellswamp
Sever: Fresh Start "Nui"
Author: Varda

Night gave way to morning in a wash of watercolor purple skies, as the hero Varda called upon her trusty Stormwraith to carry her from her modest Manor in Anhimar to the region of Hellswamp, where a dark terror had been spotted in one of the ancient bogs. As she traveled along the winding road, her mind was overcome with the troubled state of the land. She and her fellow adventurers, from a guild who called themselves the “Immortal Brotherhood”, had spent many months cleansing the land of evil and terrible creatures, from the ancient Luscas rising from the sea to the Crimson Soldiers who came from a tear in the very fabric of their world. She had battled and been bested by foes near and far, but by the grace of the Nuian Priestess, Varda had not lost her life, and instead she grew fiercer in battle with each passing day. As a “Lamentor”, she called upon spells and magic older than the advent of parchment to strike down her enemies and those who would threaten the people and land that she so dearly loved.

Skirting the edge of the Hellswamp, Varda kept her eyes open and her staff at the ready. She urged her Stormwaith into a full sprint as she made her way across the murky landscape. From the left and right, like spirits in the very trees themselves, Varda’s companions appeared, also on the hunt for the ancient terror in the swamp. Over a rise and down a short hill, Varda saw the creature they called the “Croakfiend” looming like a mountain the brackish water. She pulled her mount to a stop and jumped off, staff at the ready. She played a battle hymn as her companions closed in around her, and together they moved toward the creature, who was covered in slime and protruding growths.

Stalking toward their prey, the group moved as one, until a lone warrior stepped forward to take the brunt of the creature’s aggression. He was called Scoots, and his Hiram armor glittered like star fire in the morning light. The creature lurched forward as he swung his legendary sword. The battle had begun, and Varda could feel the fear rising in her chest. She was young for a “Lamentor”, but she was talented and had tenacity. Pushing down the swelling fear, she stepped forward and just within range of the terrible creature and cast her first spell, calling upon the very fire of the heavens and channeling it through her hands in a mighty bolt. Arrows sang passed her, swords thudded as they struck the thick hide of the Croakfiend, lightning bolts and songs filled the air…the entire group was attacking the creature.

Some of her companions fell during the battle, and Varda felt her heart skip as she looked at their bodies on the ground. She hoped that they could be revived by the group’s healer, and though she wanted to rush to their aid herself, she had to stay vigilant and keep assaulting the slimy, mountain-like terror before her. As the creature spun and lurched, its slime ridden tongue lashing out in merciless attack after merciless attack, each adventurer was doing everything in their power to remain on their feet while taking down the beast.

Varda stood her ground and closed her eyes. She drew upon the most ancient and powerful of her magical gifts to harness the power of storms and call down a barrage of lighting called the “God’s Whip”. The Croakfiend lurched and gasped. She quickly followed with a Meteor centered on the creature’s back, and it took almost everything she had to remain upright while casting the powerful spell. Her companions were also drawing upon the very depth of their abilities, and the mighty Scoots was beginning to lose his ground. Varda knew, though, that they had the creature at the end of its life. In a flurry of fire from her hands, Varda attacked the creature until in one final spin and gasp, it fell to the ground.

Varda and her companions rejoiced in the defeat of the great Croakfiend. Their fallen friends were healed and though not quite ready for battle again, were recovering. The sun was blazing down fully, and without the terrible beast standing like a mountain in the water, the Hellswamp actually looked just a little bit beautiful…and it would remain that way, until the next time that Varda and her companions were called to defeat the evil which threatened the land.

juniperwind
10-25-2018, 05:00 PM
A Rum Runner's Tale

Chapter 1
I hadn't put much thought into which guild to join once my main voyage to the mainland was complete. I heard many stories of sea pirates, land pirates, or just plain pirates in general that I would never dream of joining, but feared. So many guilds to choose from, and yet I knew nothing about any of them.
A few of my friends from the Academy were talking about Rum Runners. How they were a great guild to join, ruled by their fearless leader Baccarddi or Rum for short. Another guild stood out as well, Ancients, and Silent Lightning, but I knew nothing of these guilds.
It was late when I arrived, having nowhere to call home, I set up camp in the nearby Inn at Gweonid Forest. This was such apretty land, lots of winding forests, mountains, and a huge city in the center. I was just about asleep when someone came and stood bedside.
"Awake youngling" Whispered Rum "It's time to start your mission"
"wha--? Mission? Who are you? How did you find me?" I muttered out.
"Ah, I was sent by one of your collegues, Ror." Rum explained.
I didn't have time to ask any questions. I got up, still half-asleep and tok of with RUm in the middle of the night. She led me back to their headquarters, a rather impressive looking mansion, not far away.

Chapter 2
I got a good night's sleep there, in a very comfortable, and luxurious bed. I had a lot of work to do in the morning. Rum was taking out to a secret location, where only the finest spices and herbs were to be used. We were going to make our first batch of distilled liqours. We rode for miles, over hills, over mountains, until we reached the northern mountains of Lilyut Hills. Someplace called Trosk Mountains.
I met a few others nearby, all gathering spices for crafting. Ror was there, along with Kymss, and Dazie. We were all working the fields, gathering crops.
"Is this all we do? Pick flowers and other herbs growing?" I asked.
Pillard let out a loud laugh, "I don't think you're ready for the Kraken."
"Kraken? I've heard tales of this Kraken. Don't tell me you guys battle him!" I exclaimed.
Dazie sighed "There you go again, with this Kraken nonsnse! Wait until she fights the Ghost ships!"
"Wait....there's more monsters out there?" I cried.
"Ha! Dear friend, remember all those stories we heard in the academy?" Ror bellowed, "Well, they're real! And we, the Rum Runners, will take you out there, but only when you're ready!"

Chapter 3
I trained for months on end, and with some good fighters that Rum Runners had with them. Foramsa and Grimmfar were the top fighters of the guild, along with Dazie and Rum being the top mages. Kymss was one of the top archers, which made training intense and fierce!
I wasn't quite sure which path to choose. Each of these members could do so much with their abilities, I wanted to choose all of them! It wasn't until I began my mage training that I found my abilities. I was good at casting quick spells, while bringing those lost in battle back from death.
Time training was nearing an end. I was strong enough to take on some small mobs. I was getting stronger each day that passed. I knew soon it wuold be time to face my first monster.
It came on a stormy day, while we were out at sea fishing. Our group had sailed out near the treaturous waters of Stormraw Sound. Home to none other than The Kraken. We loaded up onto Foramsa's great Enzan Cutter, his ship was magnificant in size and fully loaded with cannons.
I have to admit, I was pretty scared, I had only heard stories of heroes lost at sea after facing the great kraken. Yet here I am, on a warship with our guild. Getting ready to take him on! We stood our ground, and fired all the cannons. Foramsa and Rum were giving orders. It took us a while, but we had defeated him! I was so thrilled. Hurt, and battered, but we held a celebration that night.

Chapter 4
That night, I had aprtied like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't believe that I took on a Kraken! Well, with the help of hte guild of course! Today was more training. Then later it was exploring the lands, looking for special ingredients to make our finest liqours from.
Weeks of training went by, haven't seen another Kraken in weeks. I was begining to get bored with the training. Until Rum approached me.
"Young one, what's the matter? Are you not enjoying your life here with us?" She questioned.
I explained that while the Kraken was fun, it wasn't something that I would like to take on all the time. I asked about other monsters. I wanted to learn more about questing, about building my own home, owning my own land. What other adventures could I go on?
"Well I think I know just the two members to call for such details" Rum beckoned and in came Kymss and Dazie. "Girls, please help Juni here with her quests. I think she will get into the rewards of the upcoming event. Let's get her started!"
Just like that I was once again whisked away. I went with them and saw all the types of houses, and items that you could place. I saw items that could only be awarded through events. I knew just what I wanted to do.

Chapter 5
It didn't take me long to get the hang of things. I went out on my own adventures. I masted exploration of each land, and began giving tours of my favorite places. I began building my empire. I had houses in the most desirable places. Each house served its purpose.
Soon I was getting into competitions, fishing events, farming events, and nearly each event that came up. I became stronger and wiser as I trained more and more with members of our guild. Soon, we were fighting monsters of the sea and land. I was eager to learn how to defeat the mobs that some of the monsters sent out.
Now a couple of years later, here I am, in the same trusty guild, fighting monsters on my own. Still building my empire, still growing strong. Just proves, that anyone, even if you're a youngling like me, can accomplish anything.

Character Name: Juniperwind
Guild: Rum Runners
Server: NA-Kadum

flower198
10-25-2018, 05:09 PM
can remember the first time i come to Erenor i was new to every thing was not sure who talk to first as i talked to my i was not looking were i was going into tell i run into a sweet guy i ask who he was. he look right into my eyes and told me name was moonlet he told i giggles and smiles at him as i told hi my name is luna nice to meet you first one i have run into that offer me to show me a round i told him we both were have such a good time as we walked and talk for a very long was not sure what i was feeling but i knew it was makeing me feel so happy as we get to one the towns in Erenor he ask me if i wanted some thing to look right at an smile at and told him yes i do i saide to him as about fine place to cook we both run right into a monster in silent forest i did not know how long we been walk but i knew every time we come cross a mosntser it was not good we both took on this monster after we took the monster down i have had falln down on my butt he giggles at me knew i was so tired form walking all day and form fisting the m mosters we both did fall in love and also become the best of freinds till this day be both still with each other and doing lost of trade runs and farms and kill monsters and love our homes we both had for slfes and our guild and frindes we both a long the way in the land of Erenor this my tal Name sweetkoffee
NA-Kadum guild eternia daynasty

Nonskiller
10-26-2018, 02:42 PM
The Great Gweonam War, betrayal within the Nuian Nation

It was during the day of Tahyang that our nuian soldiers went out to siege the enemy frontlines of the elven headquarters. Alongside with us, we had about one hundred Iron Clad prepared to take down the oppressive Green Lord and his evil dominion. Rumors were spread that the elves were conspiring with the Harani Dominion in plot of attempting to eradicate the nuian people and the entirety, this was of course before the time the dwarves migrated into our land. Rumor has it however that the Harani Dominion were using the elves in a drug cartel in attempt to bring forth demons known as the Warborn, demonic creatures which terrorized the great lands of Two Crowns and killed our king; hence starting the Great Demon War, known as Gweonam. We have plenty of fear however that we had traitors among us, which we considered were the "purple" elves, who by which kill their own kind and anyone within the nation. They are considered terrorists and must be eradicated at all cost. My companion and trusted friend Napoleon and I spoke about how the elves are plotting and serving the evil Goddess Dahuta, a Goddess that the Harani believe to serve. In addition to this, our goal of joining the war was mostly due to the slavery that the Harani Dominion appeared to be part of. Harani had many Dwarven and Firran Slaves, most of which we wished to have in our side, however, it would not be easy to set the dwarves and Firran free from the Harani rule.

So, myself, and many others entered the lands of Gweonam in search to end the war, but we were just being manipulated from the start. With one hundred Iron Clads, we burnt down many elf houses and homes, but the elves knew we were coming. They used gorilla warfare on us, many of us nuians got killed and captured, along with myself who got caught. Inside of a strange desolate shed, there was a dark silhouette of an elf. He appeared to have long sharp claws and very little light in the room. He glanced up to be and slashed my right eye out, he spoke in elven tongue, a language I could not understand as he interrogated me, "Where are you hiding the spirit of Nui?" I was confused, I had no clue what he was saying, I replied back, "I won't tell you anything!" He began to continue to torture me, I was strong and capable of taking these blows. I was however wondering if my platoon would come to save me from this torture. Meanwhile I doze off from all the torture. I could dream about my dear home back in Solzreed, and how I missed my Yata and Cows on the farm. I could remember the scent of the delicious lobster dinner and all my comrades that I ate with at my Crab Shack. But then I heard a loud bang.

Suddenly, from the deep corner, a Nuian squadron found me trapped in a shed and rescued me. With only twenty Iron Clads left on the battlefield, all of Gweonam was in flames. It was also on this day, we called this, the "Great Flames of the Green Lord," we became intoxicated and confused, unsure where we were, but luckily, I was being rescued and we had little life left to fight. My memory is quite faded on what happened afterward, but many nuians died that day. So much nuian blood spilled on the ground that I forgot much of what occurred. At the end of the Great Gweonam war, over 2,000 Nuian Casualties occurred along with 10,000 elves. It was a victory for us, but we loss many Nuians during that day. Our nation was divided because of the manipulated greed of the Daru Banks and their strings that they use with both the Harani Dominion and the Nuian Nation. There was a game being played and we were merely just the chess pieces on the board. Our former Emperor of Nuia signed a peace treaty with the elves of Gweonam to no longer cause a fight no longer in the lands of Nuia, however, I disliked how this treaty was made among traitors. I could not forget the pain and suffering that happened to my people, the Nuian people.

It was at that moment, each day, I would return to Marianople and visit those tombs of the fallen brothers and sisters of nuia who died on that day. It was on that day, we called this Veteran's Day, a day to remember the many soldiers who fought against the evil elves and the Harani Dominion. So remember children of Nuia, you must put an elf in a prison cell if you wish to keep your nation strong. Purpling is not a must, we must keep our land a green society. It was on this day, a revolution would rise, the Neo-Nuian Empire, would eradicated and stop the elves and bring peace across all of Erenor, in the name of Nui.

Character Name: Nonskiller
Guild: The New Erenor Order
Server: Aria (True Aranzeb)

IrishShade
10-26-2018, 07:41 PM
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1RWwyHDbjqLj-uf3yYIX7hVkEC9m_rmmS

Author: Rill
Co-Authors: Regrade Inc. core members
Server: Fresh Start Nui NA

internaut
10-27-2018, 12:36 AM
I guess we are writing our own AA now. 🤣

zerena
10-27-2018, 01:04 AM
One of Many Happenings of Our Adventures
Author and Character name: Zerena
Server: Aria

“Well… at least we didn't die.”

Thainzek and Practical turned to Zerena with a bewildered look as she dusts her clothes off, “We are at the bottom of a hole with no way out.” Thain points out, “There's not even a place to climb up!”

“Oh come on, it's not that bad. If anything we could just open a hereafter gate.” Zerena says as she reaches into her bag only to feel around, “Um… Prac got some hereafter stones?”

“No, I used the last one to get me and Thain to Rokhala since he didn't have any, so we can go on this ridiculous adventure.” Practical says to her.

“Its Thains treasure map! Not to mention your the one who suggested we bring this trade pack we found.” Zerena swishes her arms out to emphasize the point.

“Yes but you were the one who first suggested instead of porting straight to the closest village, we should walk from the farthest point to there. Also your bad driving skills got us in this mess.” Practical pointed out to her as he sits down on the ground relaxing an arm on his raised knee.

Zerena gaps at him but huffs, “Okay you have a point BUT you have to admit its been fun.” She laughs as they both sigh, “Anyways, I bet we can get out this hole somehow.”

“And what about the pack?” Thainzek asks.

“Well, I couldn't send my car back into the gate so most likely the pack is still up there. Our main problem is how do we get back up there with no hereafter stones.” Zerena's face takes on a thoughtful look as she glances around her then up at the entrance they fell through, “I wonder if we could glide out.”

“You know that is physically impossible right? You know how a glider works?” Practical asks her, “A glider glides through the air, so it requires an air current to not only keep it up to slowly descend but also to prevent the rider from crashing to their deaths.”

“Yes I know how a glider works, thank you! We do have mounts you know that can fly.” Zerena says.

“Yeah, uh-huh, so how are you going to summon a pegasus in this tiny space, yeah?” Practical asks her with a raised eyebrow and a bit of humor in his voice.

Zerena crosses her arms and stomps her foot in a pout, “At least I’m thinking of ideas, Thain you got any?” She looks at her friend who is leaning against the wall quietly.

“Well, we could call for a hero to summon us.” Thainzek points out, “Only problem with that is we lost the pack.”

“And my car.” Zerena points out.

“Well, it's not like you can't just wait for the gate to run out of time while your so far away. It will automatically come back to you.” Practical points out.

“No no no, we are not giving up, there's a way out.” Zerena shakes her head in refusal.

“We are in a hole, in the Haranian territory, no hereafter stones and no way to climb out of here. What do suggest we could do? There's no other option.” Thainek tells her.

Zerena stays quiet for a minute then her face lights up with a brilliant smile, “I got it!”

Thainzek and Practical wince when they see the look on her face, “This isn't going to be good.” Thainzek states with dread.

“Well, depends on how you look at it. Okay here is the plan, one of us will attack the other one until they are summoned to a Nui Priestess for healing. Once they are forcefully transported out they come back here with a hereafter stone to help the other two!” Zerena says happily.

“Haaaaa, I knew it was something bad…” Thainzek sighs.

“Well, its an idea that works but it cant be me.” Practical says.

“I cant open a hereafter port while my car is outside a gate, so its up to Thain! Yay!” Zerena cheers as she draws her katana.

Thainzek sighs but resigns to his fate as he openly attacks Zerena allowing her to hit him. He throws a few fire balls at her then strikes her with lightning thoroughly satisfying himself for her putting him through this before succumbing to the pull of light that over takes him. He opens his eyes and sees the white cloaked Priestess standing above him.

“Hey there, you're awake. Guess it wasn't your time yet after all.” She tells him with a warm smile. He stands from the ground and shakes his arms out as they are stiff, “Where am I?”

“The nearest village is that way.” The priestess points to the right down a dirt road. Thainzek nods to her and walks down it only to wince when his ears suffer a loud, “Hey!!”

“I can hear you just fine Zee, no need to shout.” Thainzek says rubbing his pointed elf ears.

“Dont forget to come get us!” Zerena reminds him.

“I am out now, I could just leave you there.” Thainzek tells her as he enters to small village in Rookborne.

“Dont do that.” Practical tells him over the voice coms, “I have things to do, sir. Come back quickly.”

Thainzek purchases the stones and opens his map to see where he needs to go, “God your so far away. Alright give me a few to get there.”

Thainzek calls his stormwing pegasus and runs off to Grassea, it takes him about ten minutes to find Zerenas car sitting nicely outside the pile of rocks that forms the mouth of the hole. He looks down into the hole as his friends look up at him shielding their eyes from the bright light. He lowers a small bag with the stones inside, “Here are the stones, the closest gate port is Lo--”

“Alright lets go!” Zerena summons a hereafter gate before Thainzek finishes his sentence. He sighs and leans back to wait for them to come back, he laughs as he hears Practical and Zerena argue about where they ended up. Yep, things never change. This is how their adventures always end up and they always have the time of their lives no matter how messed up their mission gets. Zerena and Practical make it back to Thainzek, the three of them laugh as they get into her car to continue their adventure

Prac
10-27-2018, 04:47 AM
Practical Server Aria


He was born in just a bit outside Desireen in the Solzreed Peninsula, his mother gave him a human name but as he got older and more aware he decided his name should be his life. His magic granted him healing power so he learned to be a healer but he doesn’t heal just anyone, only what benefits him because why heal randomly for strangers? It’s just not practical for someone who has goals in life and so he is the traveling healer named, Practical.


His quest took him far across the world, over mountains and across seas, he met many strange monsters and befriended two people who he became close with. A male elf named Thainzek who killed from a distance, always having his back and a female elf named Zerena who served as their tank, taking the blows of the monsters and protecting them from the monsters hardest hits. The three worked good together, they were like a trinity since their fight styles balanced off each other. Even their personalities picked up where they lacked. Practical was a realist, he had goals and didn’t like distractions, most times he would quest so hard he would forget to eat or sleep. If you weren’t on his path then you didn’t matter. Thainzek was a bit on the dark side as he was a pessimist, never trusting and always seemed to see the darker side of things. He was the type of person who stayed away from the crowd and stayed quiet, never needing to put himself out there. Zerena was an optimist as she always looked on the bright side of things where the other two either had doubts or negative thoughts. She would always seem to get the two of them into trouble no matter what they were doing, adventure was her favorite thing which led them through some sticky situations.


One in particular was just before a major event, the rulers of the lands were allowing them to venture further into Auroria, the lost continent to the north of the main lands. Only a few areas have been allowed for normal explorers, the event coming up was releasing new areas for exploration. In preparations for this the three and a fellow officer of their guild, an elf girl named Taan, set out to make a camp in Diamond Shores where they could rest at nights without having to all way to Nuia. Their journey started in the eastern country of Rokhala, Zerena had a house there so they were going to grab some supplies for their journey and start there. Thainzek found a lumbar pack laying unprotected next to a house and since they were building a camp in Diamond Shores.



Zerena decided “Finders keepers, we are taking this to use in our camp.”

Thus began their very long journey, at first Zerena wanted to drive all the way out of Haranya with the lumber but after much debate from Practical and Thain, they took the airship.

Practical knew this wasn’t going to be a simple trip, nothing is simple when Zerena is leading the expedition but he knew at least they would have some laughs. After a long wait they got boarded an airship that took them to Rookborne from there they got into Zerenas car to drive the rest of the way. Zerena wasn’t the best of drivers so Practical was always prepared to jump out of the car if she was about to crash the car.


“She can’t drive five feet without crashing into something.” Practical states gripping the sides of the car as Zerena flies over a small hill.



His caution wasn’t for nothing, Zerena drove them in to a river with a strong current at one point and then she lost control of her car and ended up hitting a rock and flipping upside down. Each time he jumped from the car just before each crash, although none of their party was seriously injured enough that he had to heal them. When they finally made it to the ocean, Zerena summoned her speedboat from the hereafter gate. Halfway out of Ynyster trade outlet she decided to take her fishing boat instead, much to Practicals protest because his energy was about to cap. He never wants his energy to cap out, he finds it wasteful. With the mood energetic, they were all having laughs even with the pressure to take this lumber to Diamond Shores. They even found time to have a duck boat battle which girl’s vs boys, Zerena's boat dies due to Thainzek summoning his right on top of hers. Eventually they settle after Practical insists that they stop fooling around, although Thainzek and Taan fall off the ship many times.


When they finally make it to Diamond Shores they find it’s no longer in peace, Zerena is shocked by this and voices her concern. Practical responds, “This is why I wanted to get here quickly, now we run the risk of getting jumped.” After a short walk to their camp, their mission is complete much to Practicals relief, “It only took us over 3 hours to get here.” They decided to rest for the night after placing the pack down on Practicals small house he already built in their camp. The next day, they had to work on his craftsmen house and Thainzek's tree house along with Taan's house. He is stresses the need to get these done but these are his friends so hes aware of their behaviors. Zerena finds an unlocked chest on a person’s farm and decides, with the upcoming event this person should be well stocked in things and recruits Taan to fill the chest with junk from a general merchant or her warehouse storage.

Practical is used to this by now and just continues on with his job, he has a mission and this camp must be completed. Practical may pray to Nui sometimes wishing for a more focused family but he knows wouldn’t change a thing now.

Isaias
10-27-2018, 12:10 PM
Chronicle of the East: Isaias' chapter (Isaias, Aria server)
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Shortly after his adventures in dealing with Haman and exploring the memories of Melissara, the legendary assassin, Isaias (Ay-Zay-Us) wondered the Karakass Ridgelands along with his Firran companion Luka. With neither Family nor Home to return to, they survived by taking on quests from small towns, ridding them of monsters plaguing the fields or fetching supplies just out of a civilians reach. One day, they stumbled upon a lone Templar, attempting to gather supplies from the Dragonkin of Karakass. Rushing to his Aid, Isaias made quick work of the dragonkin and befriended the Templar, Duke.
Duke belonged to a small guild named the <Knights Watch>, which openly accepted Isaias after hearing of his efforts to assist Duke. However, it wasn’t long before internal strife broke out, and the Knight’s Watch disbanded. Duke, Luka and Isaias remained inseparable however, going from guild to guild together such as <Venture> and <The Arcadian Trading Company>. Internal affairs tearing each of the guilds apart, until finally, they rested their heads and settled with a guild named <Unity>.
<Unity> was made of two guilds <Brewtopia> for those favoring trade, and <Unity> for those who could brave the frontlines against the forces of Anthalon, Nuain invasions, and Bloodthirsty thieves who had turned against their countrymen. Isaias felt nothing but at home, being able to assist those in need and in the company of good hearted people, he found himself far more driven than ever before. Although he wasn’t strong enough to brave the frontlines, he didn’t hesitate to protect Brewtopians on their trades across the Haranyan continent, Duke remaining by his side.
The Leaders of <Unity>, Rade and Theirah, quickly noticed their efforts and assisted them in their quest for strength. Before long, Isaias was well revered amongst Brewtopia and Unity alike. Constantly he rallied them together to brave dangerous dungeons and the Ayanad Library,procuring weapons and armor for both himself and the guild. Once they deemed him worthy, Rade and Theirah asked Isaias to come over to Unity and fight on the frontlines with them. Isaias was ecstatic, without a second thought, he threw himself wholeheartedly into defending his friends and Nation.
His first day, a report came that a Rift of Anthalons soldiers was opening near the Village of Nui’s Way, Ynystere. Reporting to the front with Unity, it was there that he saw them for the first time… The heroes of Haranya. Marveling at their leadership and stricken with Awe by the power granted to them by the love of the East Ishvaran people, Isaias haphazardly approached the Erenor Hero, Karding, and kneeled before him, begging that he impart knowledge and training upon him that he may better assist the frontlines. Karding looked down upon the young Haranyan, his massive size providing his gentle nature no justice, he took Isaias up with open arms.
Under his tutelage, it wasn’t long before the East accepted Isaias as an Epherium hero, bringing glory to Unity and Brewtopia alike, filling Theirah with great pride, as Rade was no longer with them. As both a Hero of the East and a newly named Officer of Unity, Isaias held his head high, hoping that his family that had been slain by Haman were looking down on him with pride. This glory however, was short-lived. Civil War broke out in the East. Tearing the continent between Those who sought to keep Haranya United and those who sought that union through subjugation and tribute. Not to mention, a forbidden alliance between Nuian and Haranyan formed as well. Known as the Meow Meow Club, they wrecked havoc across all of Ishvara, bottlenecking resources and starving the advancement of their former kinfolk. Though many of his comrades fell, including Theirah, Isaias remained. Gruesome battle after battle he kept inspiring Unity to push on with <Venture>, which had reformed and become their ally, to end the war in Haranya. Now an Ayanad Hero, Unity made a stalwart stand against both the MMC and the Pirates of the East. Heavy losses were incurred on both sides, yet despite it all, war raged on.
Before long, Isaias became the leader of Unity, with Luka and Duke as his seconds in command. Although Duke had become a wealthy merchant and a prominent healer, and Luka an esteemed craftsman and yata farmer, they as well as many others in the guild, trusted Isaias with their lives and well being. On his coronation, they stepped forth, endowing Isaias with gifts and trinkets to assist and protect him in battle so that He may lead them. Isaias found himself welling with pride, although he would have gladly traded it all back if it were to grant those preceding him their lives.
Isaias withdrew from the frontlines, tending to the guild infrastructure and growing membership base. His presence on the front remained however, due to the many that grew beneath his teaching. Unity maintained it’s favor with the haranyan people, even amongst some of those in the dissenting side of the nation. Two infamous villains however, made it their mission to stifle that growth at every turn, spearheading the movement of the subjugation of Haranya. Their names were Scouser and Lord Sorcery.
Through trickery and their influence over the faction, they sought to soil Unity’s name and remove their influence from the faction, provoking Isaias by attacking the weaker members of the guild. Isaias fought them with great fury, only to reach what seemed to be a bloody stalemate. The conflict grew cold as Isaias took to the shadows, trying to avoid the loss of life in his ranks. Yet Scouser Sorcery and their guilds Brutality, Water Rats, and Homicide Inc, pursued them along with Venture. Whilst stifling them at every turn, Scouser and Sorcery then accused Isaias Duke, Texas and Drizzittle, the leaders of Venture, of being inactive in the fight against the MMC and thus branded them as deserters against the Haranyan nation. However, due to their long standing good name, and the amicable attitude of all the members of the two guilds, few found the claims to be true. This period, due to an infamous dispute over a lemon vineyard, became known as The Lemon Wars.
Slowly, Sorcery and Scouser lost steam, few haranyans rallied behind them against the MMC and their forces began to wither until they migrated and became no more. Isaias kept to his duties as Guild master and oversaw the growth of new and upcoming members. Another guild, once lost to the turning pages of time, re-emerged, Picking up where Sorcery and Scouser had left off. This guild was known as Sin, lead by one known simply as Woe.
Once again, Haranya found itself in the depths of civil war. Unfortunately, this time, Unity itself was pushed to the limit and a divide began to rupture from within. Weary of Fighting,Duke and some others simply wished to surrender to the MMC and get their hands on the bottlenecked resources. Others, including Isaias, wanted to continue the fight, unable to forgive the MMC of all the bloodshed, although it had come under new leadership and sought to amend the torn Ishvaran world. Reluctantly, after long weeks of debate, Isaias finally left to the nation, leaving Luka behind to keep hold of those who were left. What happened next though, would break Isaias’ heart.
Haranya mustered it’s strength and put forth its small riches to assault a Castle held by the MMC, Just as Isaias had touched the shores of Auroria to gather inside information as to how castles work; Fully intending to return to Haranya after conducting his own form of Espionage. A hard fought battle broke out within a day of Isaias being in Auroria. Haranya seized the Castle of Exeloch. When the Haranyans saw that Unity members lied amongst the MMC slain, their name became forever tarnished, and Isaias banished himself to Aegis Island mountains,wishing the cold would succeed where others had failed, and finish him off.
Unbeknownst to him, he was still being chased. And as he looked up to the sky, Seven distinct stars shining above his head, he was prepared to breath his last. But a familiar light enveloped him and a young Firran woman wearing Unity’s banner, by the name of Hurala, stood over him, with Duke casting spells of healing upon him. She had born all the scorn that was rightfully his… and this inspired Isaias to stand up and return with them. Surprised, Isaias was greeted by old allies and friends when he returned to Haranya. Many of them wishing for him to return to his position as Guild Leader, renewing his resolve. He only made one change, in honor of the Seven stars he saw over him, He renamed Unity to what is now known as The Seven Star Union and still leads them to this very day.

Elorin
10-27-2018, 10:50 PM
Elorin
Kyrios Server

The third dive was the most successful of the first three.
For the first dive, I only had enough time to do a general survey of the underwater topography of the region before my breathing device ran low.
During the second dive, I was attacked by scavenger pirate divers, and had to abort. Their bodies are probably still floating down there, carried to parts unknown by the strong underwater currents, food for the fish now I guess.
Before setting out on my third expedition to the ruins at the bottom of the Sunspeck Sea, I spent some time in the shallow waters off the Solzreed Peninsula, teaching myself to fight more efficiently underwater. I had only bested the pirates by wearing them out while they tried to penetrate the many defensive magics I wield.
When I finally felt ready, I sailed my clipper to the next location I wished to explore. Both the weather and the water was warm and calm. Donning my swimfins, my experimental underwater breathing device, and my dive helm, I stepped off my boat, treaded water for a few seconds, then finally dove in and began the long swim to the bottom.
This portion of the ruins featured a large ziggurat protruding from the sea floor. I swam down to the pinnacle of the building. I slid my hand along its smooth surface as I descended further, seeking an entrance. I found what I was looking for as I neared the base.
After checking my remaining air, I swam into the gaping opening, the dark corridor barely lit by the light in my helmet. Eventually the corridor gave way to a large chamber. There, sitting on the floor in the middle of the chamber was something that sent my heart racing: a locked chest! I turned left and right, wary of any sea creatures that might be inhabiting this area - I had run into a few benign sea turtles before, but had only heard tales of other strange creatures, violent beings said to be minions of Dahuta herself. My light didn't penetrate far enough to see much of anything.
Moving slowly, I made my way over to the chest. It was when I started examining the lock that I finally saw what I had been fearing.
Something large came charging at me. I barely had time to get my shield between us before it hit. I was sent spinning backwards by the impact, still trying to draw my sword. I felt my swimfin hit the creature as I struggled to reorient myself. When I managed to get myself into a much better position, I saw that the creature had been stunned momentarily from the impact with my shield. I also finally got a good look at my assailant - it appeared to be made mostly of living water, just like the monster described in some of the rumors I'd heard. I guess they were telling the truth after all.
Bringing my sword to bear, I started with a basic triple combo. It took much more effort underwater than it did on land. Unfortunately, this also meant that it was much less effective than I'd hoped.
The creature was mad at me now. It attacked my with a two-hit combo. I caught its right 'fist', for lack of a better term, on my shield. It's left 'fist' came in so quickly, I didn't have time to pivot my shield to intercept it as well. I felt a solid hit to my chest, which forced a good deal of air out of my lungs and into the surrounding water, in the form of bubbles which blinded me momentarily.
Not knowing if another attack was coming, I sent a pulse of magic throughout my body, toughening my skin and muscles just in case. Thankfully, this creature seemed to take a while to reset for a follow-up blow.
It jabbed at me again. This time I was able to block both the first and second hits with my shield. As the creature recoiled from striking the magically enhanced steel barrier, I swung my sword in to strike where the visible currents of the thing's body seemed to coalesce. The way it flailed about as my sword struck told me I'd inflicted a good deal of damage. I quickly followed up with another triple combo, this one much more effective now that I'd found it's weak spot.
It tried once again to strike me. This time I managed to parry both swipes with a deft flick of my sword. With that opening, I swam forward, shoving my shield into the center of the creature's body. With a loud pop, the magic holding the living water in burst, and the creature quickly deflated as all its mass quickly drained out.
I just floated there for a minute, breathing heavily as I tried to calm myself. As soon as I was sure as I could be that there wasn't something else in here that could attack me, I sheathed my sword, swung my shield back over my shoulder, and turned my attention back to the chest.
The lock still looked intact, even after all this time underwater. It must have been magically protected from corrosion. I swam around the chamber, searching for any key that might have been left behind that would open the chest. I had just about given up, when I saw the metal band that had been around my assailant. It had sunk to the floor, and there, dangling from a chain attached to a ring, was the key I needed.
Taking the key, and dragging the chest out of the chamber, I made my way down the dark corridor to the exit. I swam up the side of the ziggurat, the shadow of my boat passing over me as it drifted across surface of the ocean, eclipsing the sun.
I heaved the chest onto my clipper, panting from the effort. I removed my gear, and stowed it. Then the fatigue finally caught up to me. I part laid, part fell onto my back, and just rested there in the afternoon sun for a good while.
Finally curiosity overcame my tiredness, and I pulled myself upright. Grabbing the key, I jammed it into the lock on the chest. It turned as if it was still new, allowing me to examine the contents.
Inside were a couple of finely carved statues, a large metal helmet, and most importantly, some magically preserved pages. I hoped that once I had time to examine and decipher them, I could learn what had happened to send this civilization to the bottom of the ocean.
Closing the chest, I secured it to the deck, then began preparations to come about, and begin the long sail home.
Over the next couple of months, I made many more journeys to those ruins. The helmet I had found proved to be a better diving helm than the one I was using. Its craftsmanship was remarkable. The statues I had appraised, and sold them to fund my expeditions. The pages took a while to decipher, especially since I found many more during my dives.
Eventually though, they yielded their secrets.
It's amazing what destruction one mad man, bent on revenge, and wielding unimaginable magical power can wrought.
Hopefully the world can learn from Alecto's mistakes, now that the events have been brought to public light.
As for myself, my return from my final expedition to the Sunspeck Sea saw me arrive home just as the sun was rising. Exhausted, I barely had the strength to drag all my gear inside. I left it there on the floor, going upstairs and collapsing on my bed. I fell asleep immediately.
I awoke to the news that the Ayanad Library's location had been discovered on the continent of Auroria.
Having another set of ruins to explore, and another lost civilization to discover, I prepared my clipper to sail out once more...

Jenihime
10-28-2018, 02:17 PM
A dwarfs new home

A familiar world but not a familiar land. Everything seemed so new and strange, as if I had never truly been here before. My last memory of this world was many many years ago.. where I had once been well known and fought many battles. This place and this new face were unknown to me. Who was I? What was my purpose? Where even was I?

I would soon learn that that I, Jenihime, am a dwarf from both future and past. Shatigon, our dwarven worshiped god, had sent me on a mission to save my people and this new place. No longer hidden, this world has only recently come to know us and our history. The new natives, elves and humans, deemed us “Loli's” as we are smaller and more youthful than them. Surely this is a term to describe the adorableness they see in us and not in a mocking manner. Such interesting people that roam the lands that us dwarves use to call home. My curiosity lead me to venture into their towns and cities to find out more about these mysterious creatures, especially the tall lanky elves with ears similar to mine.

Perhaps it was only chance or maybe it was a trick of fate that when I stumbled into a main city of Marianople, I discovered the most interesting of them all. A tall towering yet beautiful sight stood before me on a majestic short-haired horse. It was, to my great pleasure, a leggy female Nuian with dark midnight hair and gleaming emerald eyes. She must have sensed my confusion as I gazed at her with an astonished yet surprised look. The lovely lady spoke only kind words to me as she offered her wisdom on the city and extended an invitation to her guild, <Haven>. I had no idea what a guild was but it seemed like a marvelous way to discover this unfamiliar place in a faster more efficient way. She informed me that the world would soon change in a big way and with it more people would come and join, blossoming into something more active and fun. I was intrigued, could this be the opportunity I have awaited for?

One full of dwarves, nuians, elves alike, this guild is full of the most captivating enthralling people. Even before the great merge we have ventured into dangerous zones fighting mobs of different skills and levels while gathering knowledge on what lays beyond them. To learn about this new world with the help of such welcoming companions has truly made my heart soar with gratitude. Shatigon has surely blessed me with more than I could ever imagine!

Our every changing yet unknown gods, to whom deemed the great many worlds they once created not populated enough, clashed together four ancient worlds to create one that they now call, “Aria.” With my new home and guild, I travel the lands searching for the answers of my new awaken powers, the local natives, and how to save the future of my race.

Character: Jenihime
Server: Aria
Guild: <Haven>

mulan1
10-29-2018, 11:48 AM
The Ancien Gear from The Abyssal Legion! journal 1

by Mazekeen

Sever Ezi EU

Once upon a time a young man was asked by his people of his Guild to go out and kill the mighty Abyssal Legion to gather the ancient gear that people Seek so that he allso one day can become the hero that the all know he will be.
The Abyssal Legion lived just outside the village and had already killed many young men before him. The young man was afraid. He didn't want to have to go and fight The legions, but knew that if he said no, he would be seen as a coward by everyone in the Guild.
So, he had said, "yes, of course, I will go and kill the Ancient legion". That was yesterday, when he had felt big and important to be chosen. Today he was simply afraid.


He didn't see himself as a futher hero. He didn't like fighting, he wasn't very strong, and he cetainly wasn't couragous. In fact, he was just very ordinary, an everyday sort of person, with no particularly hero qualities. In fact, his way of solving problems was to ignore them, and hope that they would go away. Unfortunately The Abyssal Legion don't just disappear. So, he couldn’t just ignore them and hope it would go away.
The young man began to collect together the things he thought he would need. He strapped on his sword although he knew he didn't use it very skilfully. He really only ever carried it for show. He couldn't think what else he might need, so he thought he'd better just go and get on with it.

He soon came to the place where the Abyssal Legion lived. The Land was dark, and surrounded by dense Fog and Smoke. It was hot, and there was an awful smell.
It was difficult to get through the grass coz noone been here for so long. just a few 100 meathers awhy he spote a Abyssal Legion it back was turned, but the young man knew the Legion was waiting for him.
By now, he was beginning to shake with fear. How could he use his sword if he couldn't stop shaking? Slowly, the Abyssal Legion turned to face him, and the young man saw his eyes. With a terrible roar, the Abyssal Legion started to lumber towards him.
The young man draw his sword. but He simply stood rooted to the spot. He suddenly realised that the Abyssal Legion had eyes that saw right into him. What was he to do?
To his horror he gave a nervous little laugh, and He start to Laugh really loude. The Abyssal Legion stopped in its tracks and looked at him supried.

the young man hade his eyes closet and starte to swing out after the Abyssal Legion.
The Sword Hit it and brok as it hit the thick Skind of the Abyssal Legion.The young man Open his eyes and ther it was 2 Big eyes staring right in to his Soul.
a louder and rumbling voice starte to speak.The Abyssal Legion asked the young boy what he like to be called.The young boy was Stunned.He hade neder heard of an Abyssal legion to talk and had certainly never heard anyone lived to tell the tail.



here Ends the journal 1 of The Ancien Gear from The Abyssal Legion!

Louney
10-30-2018, 09:46 AM
The Day I tamed the Beast


I've been wandering the lands of Erenor for a long time, and, like everyone else, I heard the stories and legends of the ferocious beast that brought doom over countless ships and their whole crews in the western parts of the Arcadian Sea – the Kraken.

Both scared and excited I listened to the plans of my clan to fight off this beast, bring peace to the seas and be rewarded with the treasures the Kraken was said to hold for those who defeat it.
As we set out to find the Kraken in the rough Arcadian Sea, our search took us to the south of the infamous pirate island Growlgate. We knew we were in dangerous waters, when suddenly sails were spotted on the horizon. Expecting a fleet of filthy pirates, we were surprised when we identified the ships as Nuian property. Apparently word of the treasures of the Kraken had spread and greed, honor and a history of war caused us to fight a naval battle worth its own story, but I am not here to tell you this one.
Before the battle even started, my captain told me to leave the ship and find what we came for, the Kraken itself.

Willing to risk my life by following his orders, I stepped on the plank and with a little prayer to Dahuta I jumped head first into the cold, clear water of the Arcadian Sea. Leaving the battle behind, the cannon shots becoming quieter and quieter, I was swimming south when in the distance a huge, frightening monster appeared! Stopping and holding my breath by the sight of this scary, but also kind of majestic, monstrosity, I was about to dive down and hide between the rocks at the bottom of the ocean, when suddenly our eyes met. With a loud, never heard growl, the enormous Kraken started making its way towards me and I felt its strength when one of the beasts huge tentacles hit me in the side. With the power granted to me by the god Aier I managed to restore myself and so began a fight that looked like a macabre dance between me and the Kraken, when I tried dodging its tentacle hits. Spending hours eye to eye with this beast without any word from my clan my eyes caught another threat coming closer as a pirate ship came into view on the horizon.

Scared for my life I reached down to the pouch on my belt to drink a potion made by one of our most famous alchemists, dove down under the surface and was relieved when I could breath under water like a fish. The Kraken right behind me, still trying to take my life, I dove down to the bottom of the ocean, but it was too late – I have been spotted! The giant pirate galleon came to a stop right above me and while I was making my way through countless shipwrecks on the bottom of the sea I saw a good dozen of pirates jumping into the waves and fearlessly swimming towards me and the Kraken.
I saw no way of surviving a fight against these ruthless thieves, even less with the Kraken still coming for my life, so I started praying for the blessing of Dahuta, hoping she would see that those pirates were a bigger threat to the seas and to her Kraken than I was. The pirates, far more skilled swimmers than myself, catching up to me with every minute that passed, I made a plan. Taking all my strength and willpower together I stopped and turned around, facing the Kraken and holding eye contact with this scary beast of the seas and by some miracle it seemed to understand what plan I had in mind! The pirates now dangerously close to us started to draw their weapons and the first arrows began to hit both me and the Kraken. I looked up at them, a little smile on my face, looked back at the Kraken, and nodded and as if it was the most natural thing ever, we started to dance out little dance once more. I dodged its tentacles that swiped to the left, taking a bunch of the pirates with it – swiped to the right and damaged some others, throwing the pirates from one side to the other, falling unconscious and drifting away with the current. Some hardy and agile pirates survived and although fearing for their lives they wouldn't let go of their task of bringing my life to an end. Arrows kept raining on me and magic fire burned my skin, when I realized I would be running out of spells to keep myself alive soon. Desperately I looked up into the angry eyes of the Kraken just in time to see that it prepared itself to slam its enormous tentacles down on the pirates, who were trying to escape!

Gathering my last powers together I closed my eyes, teleported right into the middle of those pirates and feared them all with the power of a Banshee Wail, before teleporting away just in time to see the Krakens tentacle rain down on the pirates, leaving no-one alive.
Exhausted from the fight and scared of more pirates to come, I hid in the depths of the sea with the Kraken beside me for a little while longer until Dahuta decided to call her beast of the Arcadian Sea back to her and I was left alone in the dark, quiet depths of the ocean.



Louney of the Server Ezi
This story was inspired by real events

Sexyfluffy
10-30-2018, 01:06 PM
Novaa
Aria Server

Waking up in a strange place I had no idea what was to come. I fought for days on end to grow strong and be able to fight anything that got in my way. But one day everything changed in the blink of an eye.

I was taking a pack across the seas. The waters were rough and all I had was a rowboat. I was crossing an area that I had no idea what was out here. On nuia I was safe. The guards would protect me from any pirate or haranya. Out here though I was all alone. As I was rowing along I saw a ship in the distant. My heart started racing. It didn’t look normal. The sail had ghosts flying around them and it looked haunted. Was this the ghost ships everyone feared and few actually went out to kill? Yes it was! I was trying to move faster and hope that the ship didn’t catch me, but my life flashed before my eyes when I saw the purple cannon balls flying at me. The goddess of Nui saved me and brought me back to life.

I fixed my row boat with some shatigon sand and bought a dahuta’s bubble from a friend and went back out. This time I had a plan. I was going to rescue my pack that now laid at the bottom of the sea. I would row until I got close to it then I would pop my dahuta and swim to my pack. In doing so the ghost ship could sail above me and do nothing. When I got to my pack I looked around to make sure no one was around. The coast was clear. I decided to continue swimming to the trade outlet since the bottom of the ocean seemed to be the safest place. No ships could spot me and the seabugs were too high up to see me and attack. Everything under the water was breathtaking. The plants and the sea life. I was in awe. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Once I got my pack turned in my life as I knew it had changed. I was now drawn do exploring the seas. I started crafting my own dahuta bubbles and I was told to have recovery pouches on me. I would soon learn what they were for. I want to start small so I went into the feuille sound first. I swam around check out all the coral, rocks and sea life. Then something caught my eye. There was a dark outline of something far out. I swam to it and as I got closer I noticed it was a ship that had sunk. Around the ship there were a few treasure chests and I was no even more curious. What could be in this? I found out that the recovery pouch could be used to raise the chest up to the top of the water so that it could be opened. I raised it up and opened it to find some treasures in it and a piece of a journal.

I continued searching the seas for more sunken ships and the amount I found was insane. There are hundreds of ships in the waters. And the chests contain different things. One day I opened one and there was a pack in it. I was shocked. I asked around for where the pack should go and everyone said a relic trader. The safest one I knew of was in Two Crowns. I saw all the way there and turned it in for 100 gold. I was beyond happy.

Exploring the seas had now become an addiction. I would go out during the day when it is easiest to see everything and then rest during the night. One day I was swimming around and I found a weird pack on the seafloor. It was a tentacle that was moving. What was this from? I figured that it had a to go to a fish stand so I took my row boat and went to freedich. I was hoping no one was here and I got lucky. I went to the stand and decided to make the pack into a house decoration. I went and placed it on my house and found out It was from the Kraken! This is amazing. I could touch the tentacle and was able to get a glimpse of its death.

Then I found that under the seas was never ending. I went to the sea of drowned love and opened jars and chest that were hidden all over. Finding swims fins and a helmet there that helped me more than I thought they would. Then there was the sunken cruise ship. The seawise people haunt the area but I was able to avoid them and explore the ship wreckage there and even get some momentos. I found an area that I call the jellyfish field where a lot of them swim around . I don’t know what drew them there but it was neat. Then the spired isles is just a simple place but it has some eels guarding a few ships.

The most interesting thing I found though had to be the turtlecraft resting places. Many turtlecrafts fought out in the arcadian sea and the ships lay at the bottom of it waiting to be recovered. I found at least 6 of them but sadly I still haven’t been able to get the materials to raise it up. One day it will be mine and no matter how much I explore the waters it will never grow old. The seas have become my new home and safe place.

Meshu
10-30-2018, 01:50 PM
By Meshu
Jakar server

In a land shrouded in danger and beauty, one false move could land you in jail or robbed of your booty. Treasure and gold is what we all seek, friends are better than foes so watch how you speak.

War within factions brings good and bad actions. There are Navel battles and Castles besieged, some mythical creatures are downed with ease. Way to the North a Kraken slumbers, the key to victory is showing up with great ships and large numbers. A remote island is where Morpheus the forsaken hides, ironclads will be his demise. To the West in the mountain ridge a red dragon fly’s burning armies of any size. Way to the East Hanure the Hunter eats, to him an army is just a feast. Dungeons dwellers beware bring your potions and buff up before you go in there. Everyone has a job to do tank, ranged, melee, healer which one are you? Within Serpentis Siroth the Infernal waits, he kills all who hesitates. In the sea of drowned love lives Dahuta the great witch farming her garden might make you rich.

Peaceful people all around, they work their farms and bring goods into town. So many professions to master or ways you can barter. Like planting seeds and waiting for larders, some care for their animals, others just slaughter. You could choose mining materials from nodes of ore, a carpenters building homes and décor, or the logger who loves a good thunderstruck tree, to those who fish and spend their time out at sea. The ocean is plagued with ghosts and sunken ships. On the seafloor is where treasure might sit. On the surface jelly fish and sea bugs attack, they will end your days if you don’t watch your back. All of these options related to crafting in some way, a good day of labor exhausted, work comes before play.

A lot of your time maybe spent exploring Erenor’s magnificent sights. Some elegantly dark others are lovely and bright. Like the stars up above when you’re sailing at night. Stunning sunrise and sunsets will melt away your regrets. Overcast and rain can be very fickle sometimes navigating can be a pickle. From mountains to the open plains to the dunes of sand and player killed blood stains. Views from gliding up high or swimming threw crystal clear water do what thou wilt there really is no real order. So many environments and things you can do. The hellish swamps, beaches of paradise, Snowy wonderlands, or forest of bamboo find a place to call home where you enjoy the view.

Erenor has a lot to offer, wars going on and hunts to join, many ways to make your coin. On your journey there are friends and enemies to be made, decisions should be carefully weighed. There are Goods to trade, Guilds to aide, debts to be paid, in the court of law opinions to be swayed. The world is waiting for you don’t be afraid, even if you meet my blade.

Rye Lorey
10-30-2018, 04:59 PM
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They say "the sun only sets to rise"
for the longest time I did not believe that was true
how could the end of a time you loved open a door to something else?
let me tell you a story about time and of those we have lost

Ever since I was young all I knew was the safety of the woods I grew up in. I liked the silence and the peace but I never really felt at home.
Travelers used to tell tales of adventurers and I felt the calling growing stronger...
So the day came when it was time to leave and start my very own journey.

I set out with a bunch of friends exploring the mountains of Lilyut Hills
until one day I meet the group of people
I would spend most of my time with for many moons
they were different, everything they accomplished
they'd do for the greater good of their--- ...our guild.
We did a lot of exploring and settled down in the Windscour Savanna, built houses worked the fields 'til late in the night
and faced many perils.
We would sneak through Arcum Iris transporting trade goods 'til we reached the cliffs at Mahadevi Port, and believe me when i say getting down those was an adventure of it's own.
All for the charcoal needed to craft equipment for our members.

Over time we became a real team, we worked hard to conquer the secrets of Serpentis and for the first time in my life I felt like I truly belonged somewhere

We made many new Allies throughout Erenor, we met Nuia's greatest trading force roaming the sands of Dewstone and the biggest Haranyan trader, a Firran who cared nothing for fighting. He was connected with a lot of people having expanded his trading all across the world, regardless of faction.

Though not everyone approved of that peaceful way of thinking, and during the period of the big trade rushes from Hellswamp they built roadblocks and forced those who wished to pass to pay a toll.
Even though there was a lot of hate it demonstrated something very important; A common enemy unites us.
I will never forget those times strangers helped each other transport goods in order to defy the threat of those who sought to take for their own benefit what was not rightfully theirs.
They were trying times but they showed more than not that there is undeniable good in people.

Our journey continued on to the Ayanad Library and during our exploration those I'd come to rely on went missing.
I don't know where they went and those who went looking for them never returned.
Our time together had come to an end and all we had worked to create seemed to disappear.

This was the day my sun set and when it rose again the colour of my world shifted.
I thought I had lost everything. I blamed myself for being careless. Could i have changed something?
That question haunts me still.

A hole in my life that nothing could fill emerged.

A friend of mine, probably the biggest loudmouth in the world,
called me "the last one".
He was joking but he was right, I am the last member of my guild and there is not a single day i wont remember the the fun we had and the hardships we overcame together.

Time goes by very slowly when you don't have a purpose...
Every attempt to find one was a fruitless struggle until I joined a bunch of crazy people, the craziest of which was their guild leader. A strange person who would run around making (what he claimed to be) trumpet noises with his mouth.
However, people liked him despite his absurdity.

Many moons have passed since then and there is still that unspeakable emptiness of those grey days... of blaming myself.
Somewhere along that way i lost my name, my identity, my hope... or so i thought.

I wasted so much time living in the past and the more i thought about it the more my mind cleared, coming to but one conclusion.

Time does not wait.
For no one will it ever stop.

They say the sun sets to rise another day
I didn't believe that was true. I still don't.
The sun that set that day when my people vanished can not be the same that rises.
Which only leaves me one option;

To head for a new horizon...

by Xeren

Xeren- Server Jakar

Esdelly
10-30-2018, 10:55 PM
I always considered myself loyal, not to myself nor the nation; but to my family, I did everything I could and more for them. Now you would be asking yourself who am I, what have I done that was so big to even write about this, well I’ll tell you about that later on.

So, I was born on aubre cradle long ago, never met my parents because they served the crimson watch until the end of their days. But I had two brothers to take care of me, or maybe I could say… nah, let say they took care of me.

We started our lives working the land, doing hunting task and other kinds of jobs. Till my middle brother, Kern, wanted to explore the world, be someone big, not literally because we were dwarfs, but more in the romantic ways; being a king or a well know adventurer, or maybe the most feared dark knight. In the other side my older brother, Barry, just wanted to live with large amounts of gold. But, in my opinion I just wanted to be with them, be useful.

So, Kern came with the idea of joining a guild. it was an age of adventuring, the war between east and west was recruiting guilds to join their forces, so we took advantage of that to join one. The actual guild we joined had a grand part of the west nation support, rivaling other very big guilds. After some time during the war, we had some troubles fighting the east because, our nation started turning their back on us; the east was growing stronger, and there wasn’t much to be done if people didn’t want to try and fight.

I wasn’t that useful in those days, trying to heal my brothers and friends wounds every time I could but it wasn’t enough… So we had to retreat some time while our leader tried to convince others to join or even make some alliances to fight the incoming menace. In that moment Kern, Barry and me settled up on Halcyona uphill prison camp. We started making fertilizers and selling them on Gweonid getting tons of golds while working the land planting some trees too. Barry and I loved working the land, so we could get better armors for us and help out again in the front lines. But Karn wasn’t very pleased with that, he wanted to keep fighting the enemy and not chopping trees or selling ferts like we were doing. So he started joining other guild members for stealing supplies from the enemy.
We couldn’t do much for him, he wanted to gain fame by his own way, and we were focusing us on other things. Or well, that was before he came to the house with very devastating news; our guild was joining the pirates… The reason was that our leader, the one we followed for so long was disappointed of the nation. They wouldn’t move a finger anymore for us to fight the east nor do anything at all, we already had problems with several dangerous guilds from our same nation. So he said that “If we don’t have the support of the west and plus fight their own battles, then we will not serve the west anymore.”

I didn’t know what to say, I’ve never killed anyone in my life, I was a priest, how could I do that and still look at myself at the mirror… Barry discussed that with Kern, but he just convinced him with the idea of making tons of gold easier than working like we had been doing since kids. Barry was quick to convince me to join them because he knew some people that could make us criminals without doing nothing so bad like killing or stealing. So I agreed to them but just the condition of not doing anything of that with them.

So we joined the pirates, we started living in the pirates isle were the unique rule was that there is no rules there. So, while the guild raided east and west ships, I started finding other ways to make gold more than killing and stealing. I started fishing on the arcadian sea, knowing that people don’t like to encounter pirates. But there was always someone already fishing there, but like I would actually care… So, I joined them on the fishing spots.

Doing that I met tons of people from the east and the west, and it was so peaceful that even them started fishing without fighting between them. I called that, The Fisherman Truce, just mere words that meant a lot to me, because of how people can team up for completing their own objectives without fighting. I felt very happy early that day for just knowing that i made myself useful without needing help from my brothers like I always did… Or that was till later on that I arrived the island…
My guild friends lying in the sand, bleeding to death, and others just not being there; and me fearing the worst… I saw Barry looking for me, he was shredding tears looking for me, just to tell me, that kern died in the last raid… He explained me that they fought against some west ships in the sea, but after they won with heavy casualties, reinforcements came and raided the isle to end with the rest of the guild. Kern, our leader and lots of friends died during that blood spilling carnage. Others, got arrested, and Barry made it alive because he bought he knew some of the soldiers he was fighting.
We, and some others that weren’t around most of times raiding small ships and stealing merchant ships were left; the last pirates in the sea… Or well, that was what I thought until Barry left me; he told me he would be joining The Nuia Alliance again, and he would do everything he could to help me to return too.

So, I kept waiting in the Isle, didn’t fished those weeks due to Kern death… I felt guilty, if maybe I stayed and helped them instead of fishing, or maybe if I just convinced him to not join the pirates and trying something else, maybe we could have… Be Together again, us three.

Weeks passed, and there was no answer from Barry, made me think that maybe he got captured and didn’t made it, or worst… Or that’s what I thought until I came back to our house in halcyona. When I realize, it wasn’t our house anymore… I managed to get some information from the actual landlord, and he told me that Barry sold everything and left somewhere else; and with the hurry he had, looks like he didn’t want to be found.

And this is all I can tell… Sitting in the guest room from my old house that the new land owner lends me for today for not hurting him for the information (I couldn’t do it anyway…). So, after taking a nap, I’m going to turn myself in to the authorities, maybe find someone starting its adventures and ask him or her to do it. So, he gets something from my own bounty, and that would be the best thing I could do for someone now on… More than crying in silence while I’m still trying to sleep…

I mean, I always considered myself loyal… but I should have started to be loyal to my own self…

So, now you know my story, from a year i didn't even remember, and probably for the time for you to find this book in Marianople Library, I might be dead, in jail, or maybe planting some pines on my parents land. So if you find me one day, alive or on a tombstone, then take your time to tell me your story, because even my ghosty self would like to hear it!

-Never Strikes Twice, Esdelly.

xneps
10-31-2018, 12:13 AM
Un-Aggroed Yata


Why does a 10 plus year veteran wear a Yata costume, you ask?

It’s simple , Wife aggro

You laugh but you know how it is . This way of life is not an easy one. I started in Arcum Iris with dreams and hopes like most Harani. Exploring the world, learning and developing skills, getting weapons and equipment and upgrading them for future fights, and building an income for yourself, it was a slow process but things were going well.

But you see my wife is the quiet type. No you have never met her, but you may have heard her from time to time. It was not a problem until the quest for the Dream Earring.
I see you nodding. You have nightmares of the library too? I can’t look at books without shuddering. The months of killing , searching for the painting scraps, getting shards, the toll began to wear on me. The time sink it took and I am still not done . But worse , I felt eyes watching me as I spent more and more time there.

Nothing was said, mind you but you know that feeling, that silent aggro.
Although I was farming , doing trade runs, trying to help the faction with battles, and now the library earring quests, there were other things that needed to be done. With more time away from home, that pressure slowly intensified.

Perchance, I was doing a trade run to Lutesong Harbor , in Villanelle, she commented how pretty the cherry trees were.
Thinking quickly I saved up my gilda and built a cherry treehouse . I also found a purple hat snowman to add to the decor. Her eyes shone, and she was quite happy with the view .
I knew what I had to do .

At first , there were the pirate plush troves . I searched for them on the auction house and got some good deals. Practical and cute, perfect to decrease any aggro I may have accumulated.
And since my wife likes holiday items and the color purple, all events were a must especially if plushies were involved. Massive Jack-O’-hattern plushie and Snuggly plushie were obtained. Nutcrackers, holiday decorations, you name it tried to get. I saved gold to buy plushies . The Greenman plushie pet was a huge bonus.

Now you get why I wear a Yata outfit costume. Constant wife de-aggro ability. You know how much aggro I can decrease while wearing this pirate yata costume while playing Toccata in D minor on the Spooky organ? No I do not have the fraken-yata. I still do not have much luck and I still need gold to work on equipment. Can’t spend it all on wife aggro. I do have the Winter yata costume. Cute really but I think it creeps her out after she saw a guild of them standing together.

But now as new hiram pieces are found and new areas in Auroria need to be explored while fighting off the pirates and other nation and factions, more and more time will be needed. And the Dream Earring and Ring still needs to be completed .

I feel I will need to find other ways to help with the wife aggro. Gotta keep those eyes off my back.
Know any deals on cheap dessert furniture or purple yata plushies? I am always in the market so look me up if you have a good deal.


Character: Xneps
Server: Kadum

IsraphelofNuia
10-31-2018, 03:42 AM
A Senseless War
Israphel; Aria Server

“Nui be with me this day, as with the dawn someone was destined for the Hereafter. Let it be from my hand or my enemies’, take the fallen to peace upon wings of graceful light.”

That is the prayer I spoke at the base of the statue at the Grand Temple of Nui on Nui’s Isle, early in the morn. I placed an armored hand over my heart, feeling the rising sun warm the cold metal on my body. Not the most proper attire for those who make the religious pilgrimage, dressed in my family’s colors and battle regalia.

“Lord Israphel, final boarding call for the Warships!” I turned to the voice calling to be from below, down the hill from where I knelt. It was time. I wasn’t ready for what lie ahead but I stood, giving a final bow to the serene goddess who smiled down upon me with gentle arms open. I felt something on the back of my hand glimmer, a rune I bore since childhood.

“Mother Goddess, be with me. As you have saved my ancestors, may you save me.”

Now, days later, the large fleet of warships from my homeland, Nuia, made landing on the strangely calm shores of Auroria. Normally, such a trip would be held in the most solemn and high regard, but not this day. A rogue splinter of His Highness’ army had come to Auroria long ago for a mission they did not return from. Then out of the nowhere, a dispatch came to Marianople declaring that the splinter no longer served the Crown and were their own nation. What had made this more appalling was the dispatch came with many wooden crates and barrels with names burned into the rough wood. His majesty’s loyal soldiers and knights had returned with the declaration, in a manner of speaking. His Highness, King Andrion II, wroth at the complete disrespect of not only his right to rule, but to the innocent people slaughtered in a brazen act of greed, ordered any and all loyal Nuian’s to fight in the Royal Armies to bring these miscreants to justice. I came to the King’s call as per my royal appointment but also because a relative of mine was part of this renegade nonsense. My dear sister was blinded by this insane greed and refused to come home, even with my family’s secret attempts to try and talk her back to sanity.

Again, I didn’t want it to come to this, but as I mount my war steed and take my place in line with the other knights, I realize I have no choice. The war drums began to pound, the foot soldiers struck the ground with the end of their pikes and spears in unison with it, announcing our presence to the ‘Nation’ and their false King. Cannons began firing, soil bursting around us from impact. A horn sounded off shrilly into the air, commanding to advance! My line of armored mounted Knights started at a trot and as the war drums beat faster our horses picked up speed! Faster and faster, surroundings becoming a blur as we charged at the castle entrance! I saw the enemy soldiers behind the fresh wooden palisades ready their bows! I lifted my shield in anticipation, shouting our war cry as loud as I could!

“GLORY FOR THE KING!”

The first volley of arrows were launched, Knights and soldiers alike falling, but I was part of the push that punctured a hole in their defenses. Our horses easily trampled their archers, meeting with the second line. I leapt off of my horse, sword drawn and charging at the first enemy I met eyes with. My parries and swings were graceful yet strong, striking the enemy down. As another engaged me I kept a careful eye on my surroundings. Archers were in the towers but our own kept them busy and so did our mortar fire. This “Nation” was small compared to a true nation, so I saw no third line inside the grounds. I didn’t see a ‘King’ anywhere, nor my sister. By my fourth slay I finally found a way inside the castle, so using my shield to bash enemy soldier five into the dirt, I charged to get to the towering wooden doors that lead inside. I heard others behind me pushing to keep up as the drums beat the sounds of a new order. Push forward.

I raised a bloodstained foot to kick open the doors, they easily falling open as thick as they were. Too easy, I thought but I pressed on. I readied my blade and shield, marching in to see who was within. My armor’s clanking echoed off the walls and easily faded into the large throne room I stood before. The throne room took the breath away in it’s beauty in splendor! Tall stained glass windows towered around the semi-circular room, shimmering rainbows of light flecking the unbelievably glossy marble floor. I saw on the marble throne someone sitting upon it. I readied my blade as hurried footsteps came from behind me. Two other Knights had made it in and judging by their rugged armor and dirtied faces, that may be all. The figure stood off of it’s throne, descending to the floor to be level with us. That’s when an all too familiar voice broke the silence.
“Well, well, well,” it boomed, “If it isn’t Sir Warren Laurent and Dame Shelly, in the company of Sir Israphel. A ragtag band of ill discipline if I do say so myself.” The man stepped into the sunlight, I recognized the false King. I was stunned, the man before me was Sir Richard, my mentor and hero since I could first pick up a sword. I didn’t like the odds I had of making out of this alive, even with two others at my side. I quickly spoke up.
“Sir Richard, you’re the false ‘King’? Why?”
“Why not ask your companions? They know our cause of defection. Your King calls us greedy and selfish when he doesn’t know what corruption sits in his Kingdom. That being said…” he snapped his white gloved fingers, the air growing bitingly cold as I heard ice crack to my left and right. Said companions were frozen in ice!

“Have you gone mad, Sir Richard?!”
“I believe the title you’re looking for is ‘Your Highness’ if you would be so kind.”
“Enough of this! I won’t fight this senseless war against my own people! Surrender now and agree to face your trial with dignity, and I will ensure your return to Nuia alive!”
“Foolish boy,” my former mentor scoffed, “Open your eyes and realize this is a new beginning. Nuian royalty started their dynasty by taking what was rightfully theirs, ruling their people and crushing those who opposition. I begin my dynasty now, I’ve cut the ties that held me back for so long. Auroria and its resources are mine!”
“I will not commit overkill, we have you outnumbered and surrounded. One last time. See reason and surrender!”
“You know, your sister told me that you were grand on dramatic tales. I see now it was just a matter of delusion.”
“Luna,” I asked, feeling a jolt in my heart, my body seizing in place, “Where is she? What did you do to her?”
“Your dearest Luna? She went home. The last cargo ship left yesterday, freight is easier to ship overseas. She was so sick at the thought of having to fight her brother, she refused to fight. Can you believe it?”
That’s when I put it all together. If she was sent home in a cargo crate, she was dead. I lost my temper at this, feeling sorrow and fury boil up in my chest, launching forward with sword in swing; the rune from before glimmered bright once more!

“VICTORY OR NUI!”

I don’t know what happened next, I saw a white light and the worst pain imaginable wrack my body. I felt myself hit the marble floor, my sword clattering off somewhere along with my shield. I was immobile for an eternity, opening my eyes to see my tormentor look down on me. I tried to speak but he raised his foot, smashing its sharp heel into my face and sending me into darkness.

I don’t know how long I was in the void, but when I could open my eyes, I was welcomed by the warm sight of my family’s home in Marianople. Unsure of how I got here, I quickly grabbed a quill and penned what you see here. To you who read this,we were once a great nation unified on Auroria long ago. United the impossible is possible. Fighting brother against brother only causes unnecessary bloodshed, meanwhile the real enemy watches us destroy ourselves. We are more than our races, we are all children of Nui! Together we are Erenor!

Lionessa
10-31-2018, 05:33 AM
Lost In the Plains


The fertile plains of Halcyona, usually alive with the golden glow of the vast wheat fields spread all over the region, were now suffering the grim aftermath of war. The golden glow of the plains was now lost to patches of red everywhere, the blood that had been shed during the battle, drying under the heat of morning sun. Fresh smell of soil and soft wind was now replaced with the putrid smell of sweat and carcass. Not much, only half a day had been enough for the two nations to turn the plains into a field of bleeding bodies.

The only ones who dared to walk into this carnage were the small groups of Nuian or Haranyan soldiers who were looking for their wounded. Amongst the countless bodies lying under their feet, they looked for any sign of life. Most of the wounded gave out their last breath during the carrying process due to the infection spead from the bodies decaying under the hot summer sun. However, the price this battle cost to the both sides was too much. They had to save whomever they could.

It was during another of those search for wounded that Asya suddenly opened her eyes with a panicking feeling of suffocation. When she tried to breathe, she coughed up dust and blood. Her head throbbed with pain and oddly; even after she managed to breathe and slow down her panicking heart, she couldnt feel the rest of her body. Her ears still had to be in good condition though, as they quickly perked at the sound the footsteps and low murmuring . Her heart skipped a beat with joy when she looked up and saw the soldiers with Haranyan banner. But....no! No, no, no! They seemed to be getting back on their mounts to leave. 'No, please!' Asya wanted to yell at them. Yet, her throat was so dry and painful that barely any voice escaped it. 'Please!' she wanted to yell 'Come back!'. All she could do again was to let out a muffled cough. As the Haranyan soldiers slowly left her eyesight, the severely wounded firran tried to get up. Yet, no matter how hard she grunted with the effort, not only a sharp pain hit her whole body nailing her to the ground, but also the pressure of an unknown weight on her back made it impossible for her to do so.

The soldiers left the battle-scarred field without realising she was alive. Overcome with dread and pain, she started to cry. Her silent lasted for hours until she fell asleep and opened her eyes into the darkness of night. It was another sound her ears caught that woke her up; hooves moving slowly and people whispering. Asya tried to make a sound again, any sound, as this could be her last chance before her body gave up and her soul started its journey to the Hereafter. Before she could do anything though, she saw blinding light being held at her. For the love of the wind god! She was found!

"Sir." the deep voice of a man half shouted, trying not to be too loud. "I found one." Asya's heart sank with disappointment and fear when she recognized the Nuian language. The light came so close that she had difficulty keeping her eyes open. She listened without letting even tiniest bit of breath escaping her. Maybe they would just leave if they thought she was dead. The hooves stopped right at her side as a second voice whispered "The fur?". The Nuian soldier kicked the weight on her back off her and Asya saw the body of an Elf roll over. She recognized him immediately, fighting that elf was the last thing she remembered. Nuians speaking again snapped her out of the short memory. "It's hard to tell, sir. There's blood everywhere."

The other Nuian jumped off his Lilyut Horse and kneeled down to check her out. Asya felt a finger on her arm "Here you can see. Gray fur with black spots." Then, she felt it on her throat. "Sir!" the soldier spoke with excitement. "She is even alive, sir!" At that moment, another agonizing wave of dissapointment hit Asya. "Help me cover and tie her on my horse." the second voice ordered. "Then go quickly and make a wagon ready in Solisa."

It was a rough and painful ride, with her body covered with leather and tied up tightly. Even though her body was weak with severe wounds, Asya tried to get free of the Nuian soldiers' grasp, yet a hit to the head drifted her into unconsciousnes.

Next time she opened her eyes, it was dark again. It was no darkness of night this time. The more she blinked, the more of the sight sank in. Torches enlighted a narrow corridor beyond the iron bars of the cell she was in. She squaked with surprise upon finally seeing the man sitting on a chair behind those bars. "You're finally awake" the man said with Haranyan dialect. The impatience in his voice was unmistakeable . "Feeling better?" Asya had realised that her wounds were tended to and the blood was washed off her fur. Utterly confused, not knowing why any Nuian would do that, she nodded slightly. "Can you speak?" the man asked. Blonde hair fell over his blue eyes and a thick scar moved on his cheek as he spoke with impatience. Asya didn't think he looked familiar. She was too distressed to care as she wondered when they would start to torture information out of her.

"Good Nui! What have you done again?!"

The furious voice of a woman filled the corridor, making Asya jump with fear. The man only stood up in silence to face the person approaching. As light from the torches illuminated her, anger and annoyance could be read on her features. "Got a firran again, ha?!" she took a deep breath "Seriously, Orien! I didn't want to believe when they said you found another but...!"

"My dear sister..." the young man protested "...you don't understand." To Asya's surprise, he sounded at the verge of an emotional breakdown. The woman looked stern. "Oh?! There are things i dont think you understand either! We signed a ceasefire with Haranyans! What do you think would happen if the Harani found out you kept kidnapping more of their cats! Even from the battlefield! Even by using the sources of our family! You put everything under great risk. We are in no condition to hold another conflict in Halcyona with the remaning forces!"

The man seemed to be more disturbed with every word she spat at him. "ENOUGH!" he exclaimed with anger and despair. "You think i care about your stupid war?! Hell, i dont! Not anymore." The woman looked like she had a lot to yell at him. She didnt, though, just watching with indignant eyes as her brother held a picture at the firran. "You know this woman?" Asya looked at the picture. It was the portrait of a Harani girl, obviously painted by a very skilled artist as she didnt need to look twice to recognize her. Yet she was torn between giving the Nuian the answer he needed or not letting these enemies of her nation to get anything out of her.

"Answer me, you dumb beast!"

Orien didnt seem to have the patience for his prisoner's silence. He jumped at the bars trying to grab her, making the firran jump backwards with fear again. His hands angrily grabbed the air. "Answer me! Or i swear to Nui, i'll skin that pelt of yours off you alive!"

His sister scoffed behind him. "All the madness you put us through...for a Harani commoner."

"Shut up!"

Now, he truly looked at the verge of mental breakdown. "Where's my Asha?" he demanded , holding the picture with shaking hands. Then, Asya began to understand. She nodded slowly. "We were close as sisters." But Orien already knew that, didnt he? That was why he took the risk of kidnapping Asya, and many other female Firrans with gray and spotted fur, to his family estate in Marianople.

His face was brightened with childish glee upon hearing her answer. He was Orien Wyrdwind , son of a Nuian nobleman. The long lost lover of her Harani friend. "Where's she? "he begged. Asya had to swallow the lump in her throat, feeling grief over the memory. The Nuian's face fell when he saw the tears sprouting in the firran's large, brown eyes. "She came to me one day. Said her life had no meaning, no purpose after you abandoned her. She signed up for the army leaving for the Golden Plains. We fought together. Side by side....until..."

"Until what!"

Now anger glittering in her feline eyes, Asya stared directly at his face for the first time.

"Until she was slain by one of your soldiers...mercilessly."

Author: Lionessa
Server: Jakar

Nerrivic
10-31-2018, 05:41 AM
A Midnight Conversation


written for the Austera Times by junior reporter Khedrali Kalia

Dear readers, in these tumultous times that have befallen Erenor, we have written of many political struggles and intrigues, we have spoken to those in power, and those that seek it. Now, it is our pleasure to present you with a different view, that of an ordinary citizen, a lone traveler. What are their thoughts on the tremors that shake up our lands, the fears our people face, the exodus from our shores? Our staff writer, Ms. Kalia, was granted an exclusive interview with the elusive adventurer Nerrivic at her private retreat.

The sun is low above the mountains as I arrive at the northernmost region of the empire, the farthest corner of Rokhala. It’s late. My hostess is a night owl. I walk through a lush forest; countless lights and lanterns glitter between the leaves and branches. I come into a clearing with three small lakes. Lovely lotus flowers bloom all over them. It’s a place both peaceful and majestic. Nestled into the mountainside, I see the swept rooftops of a large and elegant estate.

The red doors of the mansion fling open. The woman who lives here is not quite so elegant. A well-worn, red military coat with black belts and golden buckles, dark leather pants and and shin guards of scratched metal that almost cover her paws. An auburn braid, fluffy ears and attentive eyes.
»Come. Let’s sit by the pond.«
She speaks with the rich, rolling accent of the Firran tribes, her voice is deep and soft. Lively gestures underline her words. I’ve heard many things about her. Heard her called most respectable, a rich merchant, a master craftswoman, a friendly soul. I have also heard her described as a stray from the plains, a smuggler, trickster, dealmaker, a loner and recluse. A seafaring cat in every sense of the word. And so it is with some apprehension that I sit down in the grass next to her. For a while, we simply listen to the subdued lapping of the water.

»So...you came from Falcorth originally? That’s a long way.« This is my attempt to start the conversation.
»Yes. A long way. You know, there is only one thing I miss about Falcorth. The music. There’s so much yearning in it, so much melancholia, and it blows across the hills with the wind. I miss that. I believe it was the restlessness, the promise of those songs that made me leave in the first place. It made me hungry for the world.«
»Tell me of the beginning. How does one become an adventurer?«
»Oh well...« She has a raspy laugh. »It really doesn’t feel that way when you pack your meager belongings in a bag and realize you don’t even have anything to leave behind. I just wanted to get out. Away from the people who tried to tell me what my life ought to be like.
We Firran have the Mahra to carry out that thankless task, but I bet you find that type of mind in every part of the world. They tell you that you can either be a farmer, and live out your years on the very same spot, without ever going anywhere. Or you end up as a soldier, you march into battle for your leader, whoever that fool is, and you never ask questions and you never wonder why. I didn’t want either of that. I wanted to make it on my own, and find a home for myself. Firran are supposed to be nomads, and I have been one for most of my life, but I’ve had this desire for my own place ever since I can remember.«
»You seem to have found that now.«
»Yes.«

We are treated to a magnificent sunset. It paints the skies in shades of pink and purple, the mountains dark blue, and turns the water of the lakes into liquid gold. Reflections dance across the surface, soft ripples break the light.

»I traveled all over Haranya for some time. Took on odd jobs for the villagers just to keep my head above water. And then I found something I could never have imagined. The tales I heard as a child didn’t do it justice. I found the sea. I looked at it, breathed it, and listened to the waves crashing on the shore, and it filled my heart with a wild joy. I knew I had found my calling. So I built a little boat, nothing much, and sailed across. I began to trade a bit. Spices from Solis, your home land. You know the Elves are absolutely crazy about saffron? No words for it. They will pay you anything if you just dump the stuff on their doorsteps in Ezna. And I did.«
»What about pirates?«
»Oh, bloody terrible. Met more of them in my time than anyone ever should. Smug lot, too. Think that smashing a hole in your vessel makes them clever, when any odd shoals can do the trick. And I’ve never been much of a fighter, I just don’t care enough for it. So I became a frequent guest on the hereafter express. Dear Nui, she must be so tired of me by now! And you know that tickling sensation when your feet fall asleep? When you get thrown out of the hereafter, back into the world, you feel that all over you body, and ten times stronger. Absolutely shocking feeling, I don’t like it all. On top of that, it takes forever to scrub the blood off the planks. And anyway, there’s nothing I hate more than losing time and money. So I decided to outwit the briny bastards and become a smuggler.«
»And how did that work?«
»Just small time at first. But it took off quickly. Everything got bigger, the ships, the loads. Any merchandise would do. Had to make western friends of course. We’d purposely scuttle the ship close to the shore, and our Nuian sisters would deliver the goods to the traders. We split the profits equally.«

»But we are at war with Nuia. Do you find that ethical?« The moment I utter the words, I know it is a mistake. Darkness has fallen around us, the moons are riding high. There is silence, and then the faint cry of a nightbird. She’s staring at me now, her pupils have narrowed, her tail is twitching ever so slightly.
»What do you know? You are a Kalia, right? Born into one of the wealthiest families of the country. A writer for fun. You’ve never been poor. You don’t know what longing is.«
Maybe it was just greed, I’m thinking to myself as I look at the big house behind us. It’s halls are decked with treasures.
»What about it?« She seems to have guessed my thoughts. »Nobody ever said that a home has to be shack. Besides, our kingdoms did nothing to protect us. So we took matters into our own hands. What good does a war do? We did what was necessary, we bent the rules made by stupid old men, and we outsmarted the crooks. We carved out lives for ourselves. And it was good business.«
»Fair enough.«
»That’s all behind me now, anyway.« Her eyes are focused on something I can’t see, somewhere in a distant place. »These days, I only sail for pleasure. I picked up some skills along the way, you see. Now I make a peaceful living off my land, crafting potions, things like that. It’s less thrilling, but the relaxation has done wonders for my health. My scars are fading, I drink less wine, I eat less cheese, more chocolate, much better all around.«

»And what about more recent events?« This is what I’ve been working up to. The question that all inhabitants of Erenor are asking themselves in these long nights.
»Cruel times.« She sounds bitter. There is a deep sadness in her voice. »The quakes were bad enough. To wake up and find your work shattered, your home in wrack and ruin, that makes you feel so old and tired.«
»And now those dark omens«, I add. »There’s talk of ships leaving all ports, on Haranya, Nuia, even Auroria, night and day. People abandoning everything, sailing for far away shores, never to return. What about you? Will you stay?«
»Yes.« She says this without hesitation, with great clarity. »I love this world so much. Far too much to walk away. I believe in it's beauty. Whatever happens, I will always rebuild and move forward. That’s the only way to live. Standstill is death. Keep moving always.«

The night is nearly gone. In this fleeting moment, before the morning, a magical mist flows over Rokhala. We are surrounded by a white haze, a silk cover, that makes all distance and differences disappear. It is a new dawn. A new day for the lands of Erenor.

By Nerrivic, Taris Server

Vizeral
10-31-2018, 07:57 AM
Vivialyn>>> Kadum

The story begins with a lonely healer, Vivialyn. She was adventuring and exploring the bountiful hills of Lilyut where she made an encounter that would set her on a path of joy and sadness. She joined Empyrean Council that day and met the great general and swordsman, Aurablade, who became her mentor. They later on merged with the mercenary guild, We Few, led by the great Madhy. Aurablade was the greatest mentor and taught her well. Aurablade tempered and beat down on her in duel after duel and skirmish after skirmish in Eastern cities. Viv went from a novice to a tempered healer that wasn’t afraid of the Eastern forces of SlayerS.

Viv adventured during the Aurorean expedition to explore the dungeon Serpentis. The western group of misfits competed against SlayerS to clear the dungeon first. Her group toiled, bled, and ended up with the fearful boss, Carmella who guarded the fifth room. The ragtag team of misfits defeated the painful Carmella, which spurred their enthusiasm. They were in the lead. They steeled themselves and fought hard against Sirothe, but in the end, it was for naught. SlayerS had beaten them, slain Sirothe, and claimed the first victory.

The great Aurablade and Madhy were not happy with the SlayerS opposition and knew that victory against them would be tough. The decision to join forces with Ironside and the pirates and to bring We Few to its greatest glory and its final home. The guild had united and become a strong force to be reckoned with. Many generals were promoted to lead its forces to victory against SlayerS such as Toshi, Sam, Aurablade, Gallus, and Ironside, but she was content as a soldier and to carry her duty on the front. She feared no fight and after blood, sweat, and tears, she became not just a healer, but a nigh unkillable tank. She stood on the front lines with her allies and fervently mended their wounds. She tanked the mighty Kraken in the Arcadian Sea and would laugh in the Kraken’s face. “Your slam cannot hurt me! You may destroy any boat or anyone else, but I will not die to your slam. Never will you kill me!”

With all the strength, skill, and gear that she had obtained, she acquired something else that could not be measured, recognition. She became a Commander and lead her own forces to raid against SlayerS in the Abyssal Sea, but it came with heavy sacrifice. The more they fought, the more comrades that fell to the enemy. Aurablade, her friend and mentor, had fallen in battle. Madhy, the leader that she plead fealty to, had grown tired of the conflict and passed the torch to Ironside while he traveled to his final resting place. Ironside took the reins and bided his time, while We Few grew stronger in the shadows.

Until one day they came out of the dark and took control of the seas again. Restoring the Ezi’s light, the terrifying Kraken, and the Delphinad Ghost Ships, that roamed the ocean and could break ships with ease, had all fallen into the hands of pirates. The pirates sailed the Arcadian ocean, through the Castaway Straight and the Halcyona Gulf. But good times did not last. SlayerS had returned anew reborn as OSO. Viv could only watch as the great pirate nation and her home was ripped to shreds. The guild had fallen with only a few members left.

She was unsure of herself and what to do in the future. Leadership had all fallen and the only one left was her. She stepped up and took on the mantle. She became the pirate queen and rebuilt what she had lost. She had new comrades, Chandysauce and Savannalynn, to help her rebuild her home. OSO had left and We Few grew and recruited warriors from the West and the East. Sherekhan, Asuna, Discipline, Arturia, Leviticus, Firefly, Santa and Coratha were valiant soldiers from the East and Fcid, Jezus, Relish, Fnd, Eloy, Cerbino, Saints, and Artemis were courageous fighters from the West. They had come together for a new beginning. With the hard work of every single warrior, We Few had become once again the pirates who ruled the oceans and struck fear into all that they would come upon.

The pirate queen led her assault and destroyed the coalition of Fluffy Kittens and Primordial that invaded her island. Multiple invaders came, but they had all left defeated, but never did she know that what would destroy her home this time did not come from the outside, but from within. OSO had come back and the internal struggle split them apart. Her home was once again broken and her family was once again lost. Her right hand, Chandysauce traveled to a faraway land and her left hand, Savannalynn, had returned back to the East. The fight against the new threats was too much and without support, her home was crumbling. OSO left to a different land again, but the reprieve was short. A three hundred member coalition had come and wanted to terrorize the land, but We Few had fallen in power.

There was little hope but one had showed a glimmer, newcomers that had arrived in the land. The guild’s ally, Bonanza, suggested to form a nation with the newcomers, Pokemon led by Professor Oak. Hungry for revenge against the coalition, Viv led her guild to build a nation but to do that they needed to own a castle. She led her guild back to the mainlands, but that was a decision that only split her home more in half.
We Few had history. They had the blood of thousands on their swords. They roamed the seas and terrorized the server. They stood up and fought to the last man no matter the odds. Withstood the test of time and no matter how many times they were knocked down, they stood back up. But this time We Few was not going to stand back up.

Vivialyn was lost on the mainland... Her comrades had all fallen or traveled to different lands. She had tried to do her best to lead the guild to greatness like her predecessor's Madhy and Ironside, but in the end, it wasn't enough. She shed a tear as the expirate wandered around the West from Marianople to Solzreed. She traveled across Auroria from her house in Heedmar to the easily beaten dungeon of Serpentis in Exeloch. But she traveled alone. She was lost, but she found a new home, Trepidation. The pirate felt that Trepidation was like a memory of her home and her family. She chose to join the guild and fell in love with its leader, Kailya. Never were they apart and they had become connected in a way that is indescribable. Things had happened along the way, but she decided that she would follow and be with her new family and she won’t let things go this time.

TmzOS
10-31-2018, 09:36 AM
Server Aria - Slyterine

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A forgotten hero in a doomed world


My life started in the desert Dewstone, a pragmatic simple day-by-day. The political situation of my people wasn't the most comfortable, maybe more chaotic than the nations who tried to rule our world.

While I learned about the history of my continent, my destiny showed what I need to do in this world. I can't stay here forever, then decided to start my path against the evil forces.

Years after, I've become part of a strong clan, they trained me for the future fights, but I was reluctant to be part of the bloody fierce war. Even with the most adverse situations I still kept myself away from the war between the nations.

Slowly my clan died, most of them perished for diseases and battles of Auroria. The few ones alive started to find a way to become more strong or at least not die too.

My family died or disapeared with time, then I was forced to search a new path in my life.

I found myself alone, my family is no more here, my clan either. The few friendships I made in this time become my motivation to survive. In a world of chaos shaked by insane wars between these voracious nations, I just tried to stay alive and help my people.

The war exploded and fights become insane. After a while most nations disapeared, all is much more empty. This is the end?

I lived practically alone for many years and found a way to have a prosperous existence. Even with a good life, I've become depressed with the loneliness.

One of the few survivors of my old clan, besides me, rescued me from the terrible fate of death. Now I'm part of the last resistance of Nuia. They showed me the way for everything, how to fight all the evils of the world, monsters or not. I'm not alone anymore and I can't avoid the war.

Now I'm part of the resistance, we are the strength of our people, the final barrier against the destruction of everything. While the world walked to an end, we tried to rescue the few survivors.

We now live in a bizarre world, that people control dragons, the mythic monsters considered a big evil for many.

The only nation alive, out of our political state, become a nice ally, at least for some time. We fought against all beasts, we cleared the evil in the most places in each continent.

After few years I noticed a repetition of the same things, the same fights, the same fates. When this endless cycle will end? When we will see the peace?

Suddenly the sky becomes dark, the water calm, animals disappeared. A huge dark portal started to open in the sky, but much different from the evil Crimson Rift attacks. Is this the true force of Kyrios? Or something worse?

The world started to shake again, but now it's a clear doomsday. What the gods are planning with this?

The alliances disbanded, all is more chaotic than ever. Even being part of the most strong clan alive, the things wasn't the most awesome for us. Now we have an unknown possible menace in the sky, and the only thing we can do is wait.

With the time and the fights, I become a hero for my people, fighting with them for them, even with everything slowly becoming more dark.

Maybe all of us are now condemned, but until the end of everything I will honor my hero role, I will fight for my people, forever while it lasts.

Nielsaries
10-31-2018, 11:39 AM
Auteur : Mystern
Serveur : Taris


Le journal de Mystern
Tome I

Je me souviens de cette journée comme si c’était hier, le Soleil tapait sur la Péninsule de Solzreed lorsque j’exerçais mon activité de bûcheron. J’économisais les sous que je gagnais pour préparer un grand tour du monde, je voulais explorer les majestueux paysages décrits par les aventuriers dans l’auberge du Trône du Croissant et vivre une aventure.


Un matin je me réveille dans l’étang du Pic de Grandésir, sans aucun souvenirs de la veille. Un homme vêtus d’un grand manteau et d’une vielle cape accrochée à sa ceinture, me salue et se présente sous le nom de Lucius. C’est à la suite de cette rencontre inattendue que j’ai décidé de commencer mon tour du monde.


Je me suis donc mis en route pour Marianople où je pourrais trouver de l’équipement avancé pour mon projet, mais il me fallait bien plus d’or alors je me suis inscrit dans un groupe pour explorer les Abysses Rugissant du Marais infernal. C’est dans ce groupe que j’ai rencontré une elfe, elle accordais beaucoup d’importance à son apparence extérieur, elle était vêtus d’une robe blanche aux extrémités dentelées et avait les cheveux bruns.


À la suite de se donjon elle m’as inviter à rejoindre sa guilde d’aventurier, on est donc retourné à Marianople pour rencontrer le chef de la guilde. C’était un vieillard excentrique aux allures de grand-père mais aussi très autoritaire, il faisait respecter l’ordre dans la guilde. Il y avais aussi une musicienne rousse au rire atypique, avec qui j’ai commencé à apprendre à jouer et composer, on a passé beaucoup de temps dans le théâtre de Marianople à interpréter différentes musiques.


J’ai voyager avec cette guilde pendant une année et la considérais comme une seconde famille, mais les aventuriers de celle-ci s’en allaient peu à peu jusqu’au jours où le chef à aussi décider de mettre fin à son aventure. Je me suis retrouver seul comme au début de mon voyage, mais avec plus d’expériences et d’histoires à raconter dans les tavernes.


J’ai alors décider de prendre une pause après avoir fais le tour de Nuia, et je suis retourné à la Péninsule de Solzreed raconter mes exploits, je racontais comment on avais vaincus de gigantesques golems sur les terres Haraniennes, nos balades à travers la bibliothèque secrète d’Ayanad ou bien les bons moments que j’avais passés avec eux.


J’ai ensuite fais l’acquisition de l’île au nord du Trône du Croissant, où j’ai commencer à bâtir un petit hameau, entourée d’une végétation abondante et avec une magnifique vue sur l’île de Nui avec le Soleil levant en arrière plan. C’était un petit bout de paradis dans lequel je me suis reposé quelques mois, le temps de passer à autre chose.


Un jour j’entendis une rumeur sur un étrange portail magique dans les ruines du Château Calciné dans les Landes de Cendrepierres, je suis donc repartis pour une aventure. Une fois arrivé devant l’entrée de ce portail, on pouvais y entendre quelques murmures presque inaudible. Je traversa le portail et entra dans une dimension parallèle de la cave du château.


Un mystérieux jeune homme se trouvais au milieux d’une pièce envahis de toiles d’araignée, où des vents glaciaux traversais cette immense pièces sombre, il était vêtus d’une tunique blanche et d’une très vielle cape comme celle que Lucius portais autour de sa ceinture lors de notre rencontre. Le jeune homme me proposa de réaliser le défi de maîtriser une magie abyssale, et pour récompense il me donnera le journal de sa mère, qui était assise endormis sur un trône en lévitation, recouvert de toiles d’araignées.


Une fois le défie accomplis, je pris les journaux que m’avais donner le jeune homme et je partis les lire dans mon hameau. J’ai découvert cette fabuleuse histoire d’aventure, mais aussi la tragédie qui avais frappé Orchidna et Kyprosa, et j’ai compris qui était Lucius, cet homme que j’avais rencontré un an auparavant. Le soudain désire de vouloir les aidées m’as frappé, je ne peu pas expliquer se mystérieux sentiment, c’est comme si je me sentais proches d’elles.


J’ai donc vendu l’intégralité de mon hameau pour pouvoir repartir dans une nouvelle aventure qui me tenais à cœur. Je fît des recherches aux quartes coins du monde pour trouver des indices sur ce qu’on appelais «l’expédition du cénacle», ne serais-ce que pour me rapprocher même un petit peu de se groupe.


Un jours j’ai percuté une petite naine aux cheveux bleu foncé avec ma voiture, elle n’avais pas de blessures graves, s’était une petite marchande qui transportais des paquets de gâteaux d’Halcyona pour se faire de l’argent. De fils en aiguilles nous nous sommes rapprochés et devenus amis, je lui ai proposé de se joindre à moi dans ma quête du Jardin Oublié, où je comptais trouver les réponses à mes questions; elle acceptas sans hésité.


Nous étions à présents deux à faire des recherches sur ce jardin mais plus on avançaient dans nos recherches, moins nous trouvions d’informations. Dans la bibliothèque secrète d’Ayanad, on appris qu’Eugène était devenus Kyrios le dieu de la guerre, et qu’il cherchait par tout les moyens Kyprosa, dont plus personne entendu parlé depuis longtemps. Où était-elle bien passée? Kyrios était-il vraiment méchant? Nous avions tant de questions sans réponses.


De retour à Marianople nous cherchions quelques informations dans l’Université de Daeier, mais sans succès. C’est ce même jours que nous avions rencontré une jeune elfe rousse qui cherchais des compagnons de route prêt de la Galerie d’art de Quinto, je l’ai donc invité à se joindre à notre aventure. C’était une elfe doué pour la peinture, elle nous as montré des toiles de passant qu’elle avait peinte devant la fontaine de la ville.


Aujourd’hui nous sommes au port du Trône du Croissant, un voilier nous attendais amarré à quais. Nous partions pour Auroria, dans un périple de deux jours de navigation. Nous nous faisions attaqué par des monstres marins géant qui surgissaient hors de l’eau comme des boulets de canons, avec de petits cris stridents. Sur la route nous avons croisé un Kraken qui étaient entourés de galions, l’eau était mouvementée et des débris de bateaux affluaient de tout les côtés. Une fois éloigné de ce tumulte, nous entendions toujours les canons résonner dans l’air, comme des coups de tonnerre.


Nous avons fait escale sur l’île de Grondeportail pour nous reposer un moment avant de reprendre la mer, nous avons pu rester sur l’île en échange de tout l’or que nous possédions, c’est alors qu’une guilde de pirates se porta garant de notre sécurité sur l’île. Les pirates font la fête toute la nuit, et l’ambiance de leur fête au centre de l’île avec des musiciens talentueux et les boissons en abondance, est légendaire. Après une journée de séjours nous devions quitter cette île pour atteindre notre destination finale.


Après une demie journée de voyage, nous apercevons les côtes d’Auroria et les glaciers du Rivage Diamantin. Revenir prêt des ruines d’Ayanad me fît repenser aux souvenirs de mes aventures passées. Nous avons loué une chambre dans une auberge à l’ouest du rivage, et nous racontions le périple qu’à été notre voyages, au soldats et aventuriers du rivage. Le rivage est agité depuis l’arrivée de la Légion Abyssal, personne ne sait d’où elle vient et quels sont ses objectifs.


Après une semaine de repos, nous partîmes traverser les chaînes de montagnes et les ruines qui jonchais le sud du continent, on y croissaient des créatures qui n’existais même pas sur notre continent d’origine, on a même rencontré un œil colossal qui était capable de voir les fils du destin comme l’était capable Orchidna.


Aujourd’hui après plusieurs jours de marche, nous y somme, nous avons atteint l’ouest de la montagne Hiram, là ou la tribu d’Inoch séjournais dans le passé. Nous comptons y trouver des indices, là ou le premier groupe a démarré sont expédition.

zmaj
10-31-2018, 11:54 AM
A dwarf’s Story

Last night, while raiding taverns across the country with my family, we stumbled upon a pack of dwarfs, cheerily drinking their worries away. After a night of sharing ale and enjoying the cuisine, one of them, a builder from Aubre Cradle, deemed me worthy to tell me a story.

At the time, I didn’t know whether he was telling the truth, or was that just rambling of a drunken dwarf, but his words, along with weird Scottish accent, got etched into my heart:

'Listen here, lad…Two Crowns...small nation that hangs on Nuia like a wee hitchhiker, trying to break free, eh? Or maybe…maybe almost as if Nuia is trying to push it away, onto the sea where it belongs.

When someone tells of Two Crowns, what first comes to ye mind? Some would prolly first think of the Moonswept Homes in the north, and its beaches bathed in sunlight, where brave sailors such as yeself often choose to raise their homes. Some might remember it by the famous Eznan Harbor, where the best shipwrights used to live. Some might remember it by the massive fields of green, where farmers drive their herds of cattle.

Myself? I only remember Ezna. Ezna, and horrible truth that lies beneath. Endless tunnels filled with torture and screams of innocent. I’m not sure if anyone else knows now, I might be the only one left. Only one who survived. But nonetheless, I know! I know, ‘cause it was I who built them. I was there when the royal family ordered the construction in secrecy. I was there when the building started, when the tunnels collapsed, when my brothers died, when it was finished...

And, I was there when they shackled us. They allowed us to be the first guests in their freshly built prison. Prison for those who were...how did they put it…unfit for society. Those who knew too much, who could bring them down. And of course, we were a liability. They couldn’t have let us live. You know, I can still hear the screams. I can still hear the….’

And with that, the dwarf fell asleep, leaving me to gaze upon his unconscious presence, wondering had I been tricked or was it all true. And, if he was telling the truth, how did he survive?

I couldn’t leave it at that, I had to find out for myself. As soon as I felt the alcohol leaving my system, I jumped on a first portal to Ezna to find out the truth. After an hour of aimless searching and just when I was ready to give up, I saw two shady characters, Serf and Fiona, in the Commercial District, eyeing me suspiciously. I knew right away that there was something fishy going on there. Upon entering stealth, I silently ran past them into shady hallway, leading to a hole in the ground.

And there it was. Just as the dwarf said it would be. A narrow corridor, leading to a maze in the ground, whose sole purpose was to trap the ‘unfit’ and keep them away from prying eyes of public. Curiosity got the better of me and I went deeper in, to see more, to learn more. Shortly after crossing the entrance and passing couple of skeletons lying, I noticed guards, whose faces glimmered under the light of torches they were holding.

‘That’s weird’, I thought, ‘why are there guards? And why do they look somehow familiar…’

‘I knew ye wouldn’t be able to resist’, I heard the familiar voice interrupting my thoughts. I jumped and looked for a source of the voice. And, I found it.

‘Why?’, I tried to ask, but it was already too late. And the last thing I saw, before the blackout occurred, was the face of friendly dwarf from last night, grinning from ear to ear, as he rendered me unconscious with his club.

Character Name: Zmaj
Guild: Debauchery Tea Party
Server: Taris (Ex Prophecy)

Haraki
10-31-2018, 01:54 PM
The rendezvous spot is ridiculous – but so is her request. Ridiculous, and desperate.
The sides of the volcano are steep, and tricky to navigate in broad daylight. She is climbing by the light of stars and moons and the fiery glow of lava through chinks in the stony armor of the mountain.
It takes all of her talent to reach the halfway point – her talent, and her trusty snail.
Ajay the snail is not happy about the stone that is so warm that the slime he leaves behind evaporates within seconds. Haraki takes pity on her mount and dismounts on an outcropping that is thick enough to protect him from the molten rock so many meters below.
“Wish me luck,” Haraki says, unfurling her silky black ravenspine glider. Ajay ignores her.
The heat from the volcano makes ascending easy, but offers pitfalls as well. Sudden loss of lift forces Haraki to land on a floating rock – magic is so much the lifeblood of Auroria that even the rocks are imbued with it – that is tilted to such a degree that she is beginning to slide off to the fiery pools below before she manages to get her wings to unfold once more.

The very top of the volcano is the pointed tip of an oblong boulder, floating so far above the lava that only the faintest scent of sulfur is discernible.
She still has some few hours before midnight. It’s cliché, but she didn’t choose the time.
Her only warning is the sudden flare of heat, the air gusting up past her, strong enough to send loose tendrils of hair in a flurry about her face.
And there she is – Esya Dena herself. Or what’s left of her from all those ages ago.
Simmering white eyes pin her in place. The stories hadn’t told much of Esya’s appearance, only that she had been a mage of great and terrible powers, with beauty in equal measure. The beauty is still there, and still terrifying. Hair of living flame, sometimes red, sometimes orange; a body of molten rock, ever-shifting, held into shape through magic and a sheath of air-cooled stone, darker than the night sky, occasional drips of lava trickling down until they too fade from orange to black.
Haraki cannot find her voice. She bows deeply instead, watching as the stone beneath Esya glows from her heat.
"You are not the first.” Her voice is smooth, so much so that Haraki has difficulty distinguishing words as the syllables chain together into one long sound. “But it has been eons since my last visitor.”
Her curiosity almost distracts her from her reason for making this climb, on the longest, coldest night of the year. “I found the legends,” Haraki explains instead. “In the library. The book was so small that I almost missed it.”
Esya makes a sound that is half-sigh and half-laugh. “The Caretakers never did learn to shelve books properly.”
Haraki accepts this piece of history, keeping her goal in mind. “I came to make a request.”
“I did not expect someone to show up merely for the pleasure of my company.”
A trickle of guilt nudges at her sympathies. How boring it must be to be trapped in a volcano for eternity. “I have a friend,” Haraki says in a rush. “She’s like me. We both love to fly. And she loves the stars in particular, the stars over the sea and their reflection upon the still waters of Rhokala. She loves everything about them.”
“How romantic.” Esya’s reply is bordering on a sneer, and Haraki knows that her time is running out.
“She is ill – stuck in bed and we don’t know if she’ll ever be able to walk again, let alone fly. So I thought, if anyone could help bring the sky to her instead, it would be you. You’re the mage who figured out how to trap the vyravas beneath the land – “
“At great cost.” Haraki swallows in the face of Esya’s sudden fury, the black of her body splitting apart as lava roils beneath the surface. “This used to be simply a mountain. Now it is my cage, and I am unmade to mesh with the very foundation of the land, to give my magic and my soul to create a net that will prevent the vyrava from overrunning Auroria as they once threatened to do. And even that is not enough! Vyrava find cracks to slip through, and that altar - ” A red-tipped finger is pointed to the base the mountain in the direction that the stars tell her is Heedmar. “That altar.” Esya’s hand becomes a fist, dripping lava like blood, each drop hissing as it hits the stone beneath them. “Summoning a vyrava at the whim of foolish Haranyan or Nuian warriors who think they know better than me. Me!” Each word is punctuated by sparks of fire from Esya’s hair.
“And you.” Esya turns towards Haraki, face a mask of fury. “Have you summoned a vyrava for your entertainment?”
Lying, Haraki senses, would be worse than telling the truth. So she tilts her chin up. “I have.”
A glowing hand lands on her arm. Haraki braces for pain – but there is none, and instead of anger, Esya is now regarding her with a smile that, while not kind, is at least not cruel.
“Obsidian armor,” Esya comments, still not releasing Haraki’s arm. “So many have abandoned obsidian in favor of the designs perfected by the mages of Ayanad, and the expertise of the Erenor scholars. I find their designs beautiful, but it is beautiful in the way that birds are – they soar so well in the sky, yet are still so fragile. They’re made for one purpose. Obisidan though – “ Esya sighs in appreciation, watching as her fingers evoke glowing patterns from Haraki’s hard-won armor. “Obsidian was made to last. Durable. Made from fire, and fire it can withstand.”
Esya finally releases Haraki, who regards her arm, still not entirely convinced she has survived the volcanic touch of Esya Dena herself.
“Your request,” Esya says, businesslike. “Your friend might never be able to fly again – even magic can only fix so much before it fails. However – “ Esya reaches into her chest, melting through the rough stone covering her torso with fingers that glow white-hot. “Here.” Haraki accepts the lump of obsidian, veined with the distinctive sheen of archeum ore. “What is inside – you must not open that yourself. Only your friend can open it.”
Haraki bows her head in acceptance, closing her fingers around the sharp-edged rock. “My deepest gratitude. If you wish for anything – “
Esya interrupts her. “Come back next year.” If not for the plea that lurks beneath the surface, the order would be rude. “And bring paper. I have stories that I would share with the world. Much was lost with the fall of Auroria, and I would share what I know.”
Haraki nods, somewhat taken aback at the mercuric shift – but Esya spends most of her time as a volcano. Perhaps such volatility should be expected. “I promise.”
“Until next year.” And with that, Esya is gone, her form lost as a stream of lava falls through the air to join with the pool so far below.


Tawnie accepts the stone. “What’s this?”
Haraki has left her club by the door. She is safe in Tawnie’s house – there are benefits to living in such a peaceful place as Rhokala.
“You can’t get to the stars, so I tried to bring the stars to you.”
It takes them fifteen minutes to discover the correct tools to open the stone – the geode – but when Tawnie at last cracks the stone open, Haraki is as mesmerized as her best friend.
“This is better than the stars,” Tawnie breathes in amazement, gazing at the incandescent light that seems to emanate from the lattice of crystals within the obsidian. The walls of the room are ethereal as candle-light reflects from the crystals, creating motes of light that dance with every flicker of the flame.
Haraki clears a spot on Tawnie’s bedside table for the two halves of the stone. “Now you can sleep under the stars once more. And when you’re better, you can compare these stars to the ones outside.”
Tawnie squeezes Haraki’s hand. “You have to help me judge which are prettier.”
“Always,” Haraki promises, and she holds her best friend’s hand until sleep steals her away, a content smile lingering on her lips.

Teniira
10-31-2018, 07:53 PM
Taanyth from Aria Server

It was a fine day at the Hadir Farm in Ynystere, or atleast about as fine a day as one can be when it’s shrouded in sickly green fog and filled with the moans of pain of others. It was a shocking and terrible sight, to be quite honest. An elf and a man stood a ways inside the farm, both wearing clothing that presumably used to be white, though it was indecipherable through the muck now covering them.

The blonde elf took a big breath in through his nose and sighed, “Smell that Minothe? That’s the smell of adventure and mystery!”

Minothe scowled at his companion as he surveyed the grounds around him “Smells more like dead animals and sewage, but to each their own I suppose…” he trailed off as Taanyth started further into the farm proper.

Taanyth and Minothe had heard many a rumor of vampires, ritual sacrifice, and other nasty business among the locals, and not being able to resist the temptation, though Minothe argued against it as best he could, they journeyed to take a peak around for themselves. Taanyth was not disappointed as they were magically rendered unconscious upon entering, and immediately swarmed by awful ghouls the moment they stepped out of the house they awoke in.

Despite the onslaught Taanyth easily felled the enemies around him, cutting his way through the farm, on the verge of death the entire time. This was due to the rapid healing of Minothe, hot on Taan’s heels, magic in his hands and panic in his eyes.

“Would it kill you to- “, Minothe was interrupted by a terrible screech from the nearby Rotting Flesh Golem as Taanyth summoned a Gods’ Whip to strike it down, ending its existence. “Would it kill you-” Some fast running monster sprinted from the mist just to die at their feet. “Would it-” A horde of zombies rose from the ground only to be burned to ash by a falling meteor. Minothe threw his hand up in frustration “Slow down! For Nui’s sake!”

“Oh relax, will you?” Taanyth grinned over his shoulder as he wiped away some suspicious goo that exploded from the creature as it ‘died’, on his pants. “I know you won’t let me die, you’re an excellent pocket healer!”

“You can’t save this with some simple praise!! You know I have anxiety and if you were to pass out from your injuries I’d have an attack and would probably die to these beasts!” Minothe gestured wildly as he lectured on and on, healing them both in the meantime. Taanyth rolled his eyes having heard this all before. As soon as he was in top shape again he made a run for further down the cursed path, a shouted complaint from Minothe at his heels as he hurried to follow. Throwing arc lightnings and flamebolts as he passed multiple enemies, he was immediately surrounded and completely ruined Minothe’s hard-work.

“‘Go out into the world, do some good with your magic.’ Yeah let’s see how far he gets without me…. ” Minothe mocked and grumbled to himself, using his resurgence skill to raise both their health. He could feel his mana running low, so as the last of the enemies died he begged, “Just stop! Give me a second to rest, will you? You’re running me ragged! You’ll be the death of me, I swear it….”

It was always like this, Minothe thought bitterly, thinking back to every battle and quest they’ve shared. Taanyth was always determined to rush through everything, and it would end very badly if not for the fervent healing on his own part. Minothe had never imagined; growing up on a simple farm in Lacton as he had, that he would run into such an impatient elf who needed so much healing. It was exhausting and tested his anxiety, but he had to admit, it wasn’t all bad; they had had many a fun adventure together.

Minothe flinched as his fond memories were interrupted by a sharp pain in his forehead. Fumbling around with what had just connected with his face he was able to catch what had struck him, a strong mana potion. Taanyth barked out a laugh at his incredulous expression, “There now friend, drink up! That should help with the mana problem, though maybe not with the headache I can see forming.” The grin he wore belied any sincerity in his words. “Besides,” he says nonchalantly as he chugged his own potion, “You owe me a gold piece for that potion now…”

Feeling a vein nearly popping out of his head at the bad jest, Minothe drank his own potion, immediately feeling better. He sighed and pocketed the empty bottle. “Let’s get this over with, I guess…”

The duo continued on their way through the farm, Taanyth running ahead to get in trouble and Minothe not far way, his healing magic poised at his fingertips.

After many twists and turns and eventually running into and facing off against the lady of the farm herself, they made it to the mass grave site. Taanyth felt a chill run down his spine as Minothe swore and prayed to Nui under his breath. As far as the eye could see were the helpless victims, wiping away any humor in the pair’s antics. Taanyth instantly regretted their detour to the farm, wanting nothing more than to run as far away as possible. In a rare display of conviction, the normally timid Minothe stood straight and tall, determined to end the treachery that was taking place here.
Out of the shadows walked an unnaturally tall man whose face was obscured by the hood he was wearing. As he approached the duo his features became more clear: His skin was the color of parchment, and almost as translucent. His eyes pierced through them, strikingly the color of blood, but with the cloudy opaqueness of death. Very quickly it became clear who this man was, the infamous Hadir gossiped about by the locals, rumored to be the leader of a strange cult and the man behind the gruesome events carried out at the farm.

Hadir’s face cracked into a smirk but it didn’t reach his eyes and truly held no real emotion, he continued to stride forward through the grave, stepping over bodies like nothing but dirt beneath his shoes, before pausing near the center. The wind picked up unnaturally and began to moan as if it echoed those that died here. Hadir began chanting, though neither of them could hear it over the growing howl of nature around them. Taanyth and Minothe could do nothing but stare as they seemed to be held in place by some foreign magic, frozen in their fear as some awful force built up around the pit.

Suddenly erupting out of the earth was a horrible shadow, breaking Taanyth and Minothe out of their stupor. The figure was impossibly large and gave off demonic energy. The two could tell as soon as it appeared that it was the cause for everything that had happened in the farm. Hadir seemed to vanish after this, though neither really noticed as the beast took their attention.

“You’re the tactical one, Minothe…… what do we even do?” Taanyth stuttered and seemed to shrink under its gaze. He thought briefly of strategy. What would the beast be weak to? Would a well-timed meteor end it? He couldn’t be sure, but the monster seemed strong. He glanced at his companion, the color having drained from his face. Minothe was clutching his flute tightly, shaking his head.

“I think we can do this…” Minothe responded, not so confidently. They had been through many adventures together, but no matter how grim they always seemed to come out on top. They had successfully taken down Dahuta cultists, fought Lusca in the Sea of Graves, and even survived a run-in with a Hound of Kyrios. Minothe took a step forward, earning him a crazed look from Taanyth. He flexed his fingers, feeling his healing magic concentrated in his hands, “Let’s just do what we do best.”

r3zs1ckn3ss
10-31-2018, 08:22 PM
Once there was this company who published a Korean MMO that had potential. The game finally stood on its last leg. Then right before they made this contest, they turned over all assets to another brand. And people still continue to post their tales. That of which will never be brought to light in game with no winner because the people responsible for handling and judging are no longer with us. THE END

on3h3av3n4all
10-31-2018, 11:56 PM
It was cold; cold and silent. So silent that even a single breath was as loud as the roar of the Red Dragon. The only accompanying sound was that of constantly dripping water crashing into the stone floor. Darkness consumed everything around this forsaken cell. Its very presence was all but a friend: it stank it smelled, it talked and mostly certainly it was inescapable! Of all things, today was different however: a storm was coming.

Storms were a thing of dread. Around here, nothing good ever comes from a storm. The rain was deafening. Worse yet was the rainwater would seep through the small cracks in the concrete walls dampening the air making it wetter; colder as if this hellhole wasn’t terrible already.

Then there was the flash of lightning, which couldn’t be seen by anyone here, but followed was the resounding and inevitable voice of thunder. If rain was deafening then thunder turned sanity and silence into madness. The walls of this erroneous cell would tremble and in turn, this cold bed rocked uncontrollably as it was embedded in the wall. The ice-cold solid steel bars would reverberate from the thunder and hum; a maddeningly sweet overture to the screams of crazed inmates that ensued afterwards.

Eventually there would be the sound of boots striking and skewing across the wet concrete floor. Around these parts, usually, you’d hear a person coming before you ever saw them. The door to my cell flew open. Light poured into my cell piercing the darkness as my light deprived eyes stung with pain as if daggers were thrust into them. Standing there was a fat heavily bodied man in a greasy and dirtied gray uniform.

He held a half cracked wooden tray in one hand and a torch in the other. The light of the torch illuminated his misshapen face. A long scar stretched across his face from his clefted chin to his right eye. He was bald with a stubble of facial hair. His nose was crooked and bent in two, a present of having too many broken noses.

“It’s meal time murderer,” the guard sneered at me, his grin revealing missing and rotting yellow teeth.

“Set it down over there,” I said, “and I’m NOT a murderer,”

“Says the one confined in this hellhole, you’re nothing like the rest of us,”

“The only things we share in common is that we all die and that we’re all confined here. The only difference is that you’re here by choice and I’m not. Honestly what’d you do to get this crap of a job? Angered the Warden? Did you steal too many cakes again? Wait, I bet this was the only job that was willing to hire an overweight hunk of meat like you with the face of a man too beaten to marry any proper lady,”

I laughed long and hard as the guard’s face flushed with anger. He raised the torch and slammed it into my shoulder. I keeled over onto my side as the pain of the hit and the searing touch of the torch enveloped me. The guard laughed once before saying,

“Not so funny now is it?” There was a loud clatter as the wooden tray and my meal dropped to the floor. “Enjoy your meal, murderer,”

The guard spat down at me before leaving with a howl of laughter as he slammed the door shut. Darkness enveloped me again as did the deafening sound of rain. After a while, I managed to sit up and walk over to my bed. I didn’t bother with the meal that was dropped on the floor since by now the leftover soup would have mixed too well with the dirty rain water. Instead I opted to sleep. When I next woke up it would be meal time again or so, that’s what I was thinking.

Author: Lorest
Server: Kadum

romonster
11-01-2018, 01:05 AM
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The Enchanted Rings
Author: Moonstone
Server: Kadum

Swirling snow clouded the great gates of Andelph, and Moonstone shivered in a bitter wind, yet he stood as if rooted to the spot. In truth, he was afraid to enter. He had ridden slowly from Sanddeep, ruminating on the finality of his plans. Now he had to choose his path.

"Idiot." He cursed himself, shaking his head. "You know damn well you're goin' in. Gonna stand out here till ya get frostbite first?" With that he stepped into the passage. Inside, plumes of steam drifted across the immense hall, and he soon found their source. Casually stripping naked, he waded into the pool, letting the hot water dispel the chill.

Half an hour later he was warm and hungry. Wandering under the vaulted ceiling, so high that he couldn't quite see the upper reaches, he came upon dining tables set out on the plaza. The food vendor seemed surprised that an Elf wanted to try the local specialties.

"What brings ye to Andelph?" she asked him.

"Lookin' for a metalsmith to make some rings. They say Dwarves are the best there is."

"Aye." She smiled. "Go see my cousin. Beautiful work he does."

Following her directions through the lower levels of the city, he at last came to a small sign that read "Fine Metalwork, Ornaments, Blades" and he went into the shop. The proprietor looked up from his workbench.

"What can I do for ye?"

"Need some rings made; they gotta be perfect though. I got gems to set in 'em too." Moon went on to describe the rings in detail, saving the most important one for last.

"Who's the lucky lass?" the Dwarf inquired.

"He ain't no lass." One side of Moonstone's mouth curled into a smirk. "I can vouch for that."

"Ach, yer one o' them."

For that, the smith was met with a glare that would have made roses wilt. "Guess somebody else might want this 5000 gold then."

"Now, lad, I meant nothin' by that!" It was comical how quickly he changed his tune at the mention of gold.

Three days later, Moon rode out of Andelph carrying two tiny velvet pouches. Nestled within each one was a pair of exquisite rings. The food vendor had been right about the quality of her cousin's work.

Moonstone had sworn he would never return to Gweonid, yet here he was, on his way to the very place where the worst years of his life had been spent. He knew only one mage who could perform the enchantment he wanted, his old teacher.

The shabby cluster of buildings was tucked into a clearing in a remote corner of the forest, and he had been standing looking at it for even longer than he had stared at the gates of Andelph. A voice behind him interrupted his thoughts.

"Is that really Moonstone?"

He spun around and was face to face with Yanoris, the most powerful mage and alchemist he knew of.

"Uh, yeah, obviously it's me."

"And still surly as ever, I see." But his teacher smiled as he said this. "I am most surprised to find you here. In fact, I am surprised to see you're alive and well." Moonstone had been sent here to study alchemy and magic after his troublemaking had transgressed even his mother's minimal limits.

"Come inside and tell me what brings you here, for it surely cannot be simple nostalgia."

To explain his visit, Moon laid the first pair of rings on the small table between the teacups. They were identical in design, engraved gold bands, each set with an emerald.

"Remember when my mother took me to the Rum Runner festival? She did that 'cause she was goin' away to sea for a long time. She married some Harani merchant, been a client of hers for years." He paused, looking doubtful."You do know about her, uh, profession, right?"

Yanoris looked amused. "You were born in the Entertainment District of Caernord. When I asked who your father was, she said she didn't know. I did not require a mage's sight to discern what she did for a living."

"I still got no idea who my father was." This had always bothered Moonstone. Back in Caernord, though, he'd considered himself lucky. He had a home and a mother who didn't come in drunk and beat him. That was more than most of the kids who ran in the streets with him could say.

"I do not know who he was either, but I can tell you that he was human. I can see that in you, and so could the other students who were gifted with the sight. It was why they treated you so abominably."

From the first day he had arrived, they'd bullied him mercilessly, until he snapped and broke someone's arm. For the remainder of his years at the school, everyone avoided him.

"Anyway, my mother..." He tapped the smaller of the two rings. "This one's just somethin' nice for her. She cared for me, I owe her for that. Nobody else did. But her husband ain't a young man." Moonstone held up the larger ring. "Can you enchant this to make him live longer than normal? Give 'em a few more years together?"

The mage nodded. "This can be done. But it is not your true purpose here, is it?"

Moonstone shook his head. "I got another set of rings." He set them on the table too. Both were crafted of electrum. One was set with a milky white moonstone, the other with a ruby. The gem merchant at Glitterstone Mine had told him it wasn't valuable because it was a purple-pink color rather than a true red. But it was a perfect match for Mulberry's fuchsia hair and violet eyes.

Yanoris studied them for a moment. "Someone managed to pierce the armor that clad your heart."

"Pierce ain't the right word." Moon was now staring intently at the floor. "He's more like water wearin' down a stone. After I finished school, I drifted for two years, stole stuff, sold potions that...I don't even want to know what they did with those. He saw what that life was doin' to me, and he built me a house." That house had turned Moonstone's life around, and slowly he had learned to trust and to love.

"I almost lost him once by my own stupidity. Took that much to make me see. I ain't gonna go on livin' without him."

"Tell me, why does he love you?"

"Insanity, maybe? I got no friggin' idea." Ordinarily Moon would have used a much cruder term.

"Moonstone." This was the stern teacher's voice he remembered. "You are a grown man now. There is no need to look at the ground the way you did as a child. Look up."

He raised his gaze to see a blue light blaze in the mage's hand, and the world tilted out from beneath him. Through a misty veil, he could see Mulberry's mischievous smile.

"Ask him why he loves you."

"Aside from you being the most beautiful man I know?" Mulberry giggled, then became somber. "You're everything I could never be. I feel free with you. I don't have to live up to anything."

Then Moonstone was back in the forest hut. He no longer had secrets; they'd all been exposed by the charm.

His teacher regarded him thoughtfully. "You are sure you want to go through with this?"

And so he rode home carrying three parchments written in his own blood, and two rings inextricably entwined. The first spell would unbind them physically, so they could be worn. Once put on, they could only be removed by casting one of the other spells, or by death. Mulberry would live longer than normal for a Harani. But if he died or removed his ring, it would cost Moonstone his life. And this, he thought, was the best bargain he had ever made.

Tinen
11-01-2018, 01:20 PM
Closing this thread, and gathering up the submissions.