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"When you live by the sword, you often die by it aswell." My sword is often damaged and rusty. Which is why I have nicked named myself "Rustie"
It seems like ages ago I gave myself that little speech. I find myself alone again, without family or faction. I must gather my resources and forge a new beginning. I can't waste any more time wondering what happened to the others, its enough to know they moved on without me.
My search for a true clerics path begins today!
All of these thoughts tumble around inside my head as I fly aimlessly around Perfect World. I spot a familuar jagged peak and set a path towards it.
Valley of the Death it is.
As I land not so gracefully with a bump and a quick recovery, a quick scan of the area assures me there was no witnesses, Thank goodness! "dam these new boots anyway" grumble quietly.
I have decided atleast what what my first action has to be. I must write a post looking for employment perhaps a new faction, anything that will help get me back on my toes as it were.
I find myself a comfortable place in the sun, and search around inside my back pack for parchment and pencil. <"twists finger around ponytail> were
to begin ... hmmm
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Name: Rustie
Age: 80 <wow does that seem old?>scratch's that last bit out.
Profession: Cleric
Attributes:
Hard working, I dont mind long hours.
Honest, no really I am.
Mature, no really I am.
Friendly, ok well thats abit of a stretch, im painfully shy and not talkative.
Buffs and revives are free.
Experience:
FB's well I can accompany most aslong as cordinates are given, as I have a poor since of direction.
Boss kills refer to above.
TT I have little experience there but I have never felt like I was missing much. <taps pencil against knee> perhaps alittle too honest.
TW I have never been involved with either but no reason why just never came up before.
PvP I have never killed another, but I honestly have thought agreat deal about it on occasion.
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I quickly scan over what I have written down so far, wow I guess that doesn't amount to much once its all down on paper. <sighs> perhaps I should "twink" it up abit to make it look more important, <gives head a good shake> lets try and not make a bad situation worse by lying about it.
I could continue alone after all, its not like I havent done it before. I think to myself. I take the parchment and fold it in half placing it in my bag. I pack the rest of my belongings, and take to the sky for the long flight back to Archasuar. Still undecided what to do, wondering what will I do if this doesn't work.
wow I havent written anything since old school days <sighs> oh well thats my best shot at the gold!0 -
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IF YOU LIKE QQ b:shedtear
THEN THIS GAME MIGHT BE FOR YOU b:victory0 -
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Choose Your Fate: The Quest for Land, Gold, and Glory
In a Perfect World, the Blademaster is known as “a specialist in melee combat, coming from a long line of seasoned warriors. Famous for being excellent solo warriors, they are also the kings of stun. Gearing up in heavy armor, the blademaster gains vast amounts of strength and dexterity required to wield a great array of weaponry.” The most commonly used weapon class, axes, enables the fighter to maximize his stunning capabilities. This knowledge of stun always leaves the player with a trigger-happy tingling of the fingers whenever they duel, PvP, and engage in Territory War. However, because of how common axes BMs are, your journey will be one behind the eyes of an actual “Blade” master, as you decide the outcome; as you choose your fate.
[start]Server Time – 19:04:32 (PM)The collaboration of your faction has begun; from all across the map, your friends and teammates fly to meet in one single spot. Everyone’s brimming with excitement, but for what reason? War had been declared only one night ago, of course! The battle for Thousand Streams was scheduled to start in less than an hour; you have the first fight slot at 20:00. You stand with your head high and back straight; your long rusty brown hair is picked up in the wind. You fuss with it, stubbornly blaming your height for the amount of wind you attract. With that, your self-consciousness gets the better of you, and you look down at what you feel is your mediocre body and start shuffling around in your armor. Getting over that, joy overcomes you: it has been a while since you’ve last seen the players of your faction all in the same place that you forgot of their great diversity of class. From tall to short, red hair to black, untamed to human, and armored to fashioned; you begin to examine the gear of those who have grown stronger than you. After all, you’re dying to see whom you’ve surpassed, and whom you’ve fallen behind. There are talks of strategy and technique all around you as in-faction duels are held for practice. Watching the swords fly, axes slam, and magic soar, you begin itching for a fight yourself. Wouldn’t you know it, you were just challenged to a duel by a fellow BM! However, he’s wielding axes; do you –
- Accept?
acptduel
- Decline?
decduel
[sctsquad]Server Time – 19:56:33 (PM)You’re rather afraid of being in the heat of battle, so you decide to join one of two scouting squads. The squad contains two archers, a cleric, two wizards, yourself, and is being sent down path C. However, only you and the archers have mounts. Between the six of you, the mounted players decide to charge out ahead of the other three to check for players; that way, the cleric and wizards can head to the middle path if there’s no action on your path. You all buff each other, go over last minute advice and strategy, mount up, and the message everyone was waiting for appears. Everyone enters the instance.Server Time – 20:00:06 (PM)You and the archers speed down the right path, ahead of even those attacking on the center path. A few seconds of running, and you’re roughly halfway down the C path. Then you notice you’ve dismounted, your charm ticks, and you acquire a target. What’s going on? You forgot to check the sky! Just as you look up, three squads of the opposing faction drop from the sky and wipe you and the archers from the path. Before returning to town, you watch as even more enemy players flood from the other end of the path. You alert the rest of your faction of the full force coming from the right. Then you return to the allied base. While you ask the cleric for buffs, the reply is an unfortunate “no”, because the force headed for our HQ also rolled through them. Back in your base, you see your extra faction members head to defend the right gate. A few minutes of fight, and all but the cat squads were back in the base. Heads began to roll; players were dropping left and right from both sides. Then catastrophe strikes! Though we seemingly had the edge, cat squads from the defending faction rolled in the left gate and began attacking the crystal. Hands gripping your blades, you started to take leadership of your squad. You began to call out targets and orders:
- “Focus attacks on the Barbarians! Stop the catapults!”
atkbarb
- “Take out the Clerics! They’re the ones keeping everyone alive!” -- atkcler
- “Team up on the Archers! They’re killing us from a distance!”
atkarch
[atkbarb]Server Time – 20:13:55 (PM)You call out to your squad, “focus attacks on the Barbarians! Stop the catapults!” Between the six of you: wizards and clerics dealing magic damage, archers firing ranged stuns and effects, and your melee mastery, you all take down one of many barbs. Cooperatively targeting the next barb, you being to question the efficiency of attacking through cleric healing. Just as that though crosses your mind, more of your faction jumps in on the attack. This barb falls quicker than the last. This strategy clicks, and everyone beings to tackle the opposing catapult pullers. Everything seems to be going well, but you watch as the clerics in the sky begin to resurrect the barbs that didn’t go back to base! It’s time for a quick decision –
- Keep on the barbs
kbarbs
- Take out the clerics
kcleric
[atkbm]Server Time – 20:19:34 (PM)You knew your faction would be fighting twice as well if it weren’t for the constant enemy blademaster stun. Rallying a few ally BMs, you group up and begin to cleave through the stunning opposition. But this was a hard fight; half the time, half the brawlers were stunned. Surely there was a lucky fail from an enemy Roar now and again, but in the end, teamwork closed the gap. With roughly four to five on one BM fights, more and more of your allies gained freedom from the obnoxious stuns. Further, with a weaker melee force, allied clerics, wizards, and venos became more useful without having to worry about physical damage. Axe and Sword-wielding blademasters Sprinted in, kicking up earth in their tracks; barbarians charged, wheeling the great catapults; archers soared majestically over the unforgiving walls with their right hand aflame: the push into their headquarters was successful. Set up began; dirt and dust whirled up in a cyclone as the fiery twister of Dragon’s Breath was channeled by numerous wizards around the enemy crystal. The sky cried and ground shook as bolts of lightning came crashing from the heavens as clerics summoned the power of Tempest. Phoenixes shrieked as they dove from above under the mighty command of their venomancers. The stage was set, the elements were on our side, and the end was near. Any foolish enough to leave the safe zone sealed were promptly dealt with. As the crystal began to crack, you could hear the cries of the enemy, begging for mercy, dying to maintain their reputation as the strongest. While the dealer dealt the enemy a great hand, yours was just that much greater. There was no hope, nothing left, utter destruction stood within their walls. But all you could do was stand there and laugh. With your blades gleaming in the light of the moon, you take to your Myriad Sword Stance, and watch as the magic daggers swirl about.Server Time – 20:41:02 (PM)VICTORY! It was finally over: a forty-minute triumph over the titans that held Thousand Streams. With a quick change of color, the world became aware. You could hear the shouts of joy all the way from Archosaur, and see the extravagant celebratory fireworks down in Dreamweaver. Your rival walks over and pats you on the back, “just think, all of that noise, all of that light is for us.”SUCCESS!
ending rank 8/8 – you’ve successfully proven to be the top BM by defeating the strongest fighters your enemies could offer.
but there’s more than one path to victory, try again? go to ----> start
[acptduel]Server Time – 19:07:14 (PM)Blinded by excitement, you eagerly accept. Practically foaming at the mouth, you stare down your spiky haired friend. Full of yourself, you call out, “if you’re not careful, I’ll be dyeing those white locks of yours red!” He laughs, “let me spare my breath and have my dueling speak for me.” You both take your battle stances…3…2…1…FIGHT! You run towards your rival and ready Roar of the Pride. But wait, it won’t channel; you had no chi! Your opponent gets off the first stun, and begins hammering your health. You helplessly wait for the effect to wear off as axes bludgeon you. Free from stun, you resort to Aeolian Blade to stun and deal damage. Luckily, the effect landed, and you begin to swing and slice with your blades at the stunned enemy. Gaining chi from basic attacks, you’re able to cast Roar of the Pride as the stun wears off your rival. Stunned again, the duelist takes more and more damage from you. But the few seconds are up, your stun wears off, and things take a turn for the worst. His Roar’s cool-down was gone, and after he stuns you with it, he uses Diamond Sutra to regain the health he’s lost. The duel doesn’t last much longer after that. As you’re pummeled by Drake Bash, Fissure, and Heaven’s Flame, you watch your health drop, and the duel ends. What went wrong? The faction mate you just dueled suggested you buff up with Aura of the Golden Bell and get at least two sparks before entering a duel. He says better luck next time, and gives you a bronze HP charm, telling you you’ll need all the help you can get. He walks off laughing.
code---> aftduel <---code
[stksquad]Server Time – 20:00:08 (PM)You were placed in an offensive squad, coupled with five other blademasters. Dubbed “stun team 1”, you all follow closely behind the cat squads; some on foot, others by air, waiting for the right moment. Fortunately, the jaunt to the first tower set-up was an easy one. On top of that, no towers were built! With great luck, everyone binds to the nearby pillars for an easy teleport upon death. Spirits high, the squads continue down the center path. There was no resistance met until the enemy base appeared in the distance. We saw them; they were waiting; stationary and solemn like sentinels. They would have seemed cocky if it weren’t for their large numbers and rapid-fire turret setup. With nothing in our way, all the strike squads mobilized from behind the catapults, and began the assault. Everyone was trigger-happy; whenever a target was acquired, the player would run off to fight, which tended to result in a slaughter from the turrets. All the strike squads were over excited, as too many would be pulled in range of the clerics, who proceeded to cast Tempest. The main offensive was gone; bodies lie all around the enemy gate, and still the opposition stood motionless waiting for the rest of the faction. Everyone revived back in the base. Some foolishly ran back to battle via the gates, others took the teleport to the binding pillars. Unfortunately, those who were smart were punished. The teleport took them right into the heat of battle, and unaware of the field, were easily taken out by veno phoenixes and axe bm aoe. Morale was gone, and those who died took a seat on the steps by the revive platform. They knew it was over, they didn’t want any more ticks on their charm, but at the same time they wanted to watch the end; they wanted to see death walk through the gates and reap our headquarters of life. Squads were either pushed back or killed, and all ended up against the walls of our base as catapults reeked havoc on everything we were trying to defend. DEFEAT, the words stung deep in your chest, and you wait to be taken from the instance.Server Time – 20:17:33The world floods with speak of congratulations to the defending faction, and coarse and hurtful remarks towards the failing attackers. Talk of trying again next week circles your faction. At least you’re persistent!YOU LOSE
ending rank 1/8 – you need a lesson in teamwork and strategy, you couldn’t even last twenty minutes!
try again? go to ----> start
[kcleric]Server Time – 20:18:21 (PM)You jump into the sky and mount your flying sword, try flying off to take the clerics on your own without saying anything. But the second you’re airborne, arrows stick your back. You painfully turn around and face the target, but dread to see the distance between you. You take to the ground and Cloud Sprint your way through the battlefield, but to no avail. Through a combination of stun and ranged attacks, the enemy archer annihilates you. Things begin to fall apart; teammates drop and walk back into battle. Sealed and useless, they die again. The cycle leads to the ultimate downfall of your faction’s crystal. DEFEAT appears, and all the players of your faction groan and curse.Server Time – 20:24:11“GG”s exchange, and the world fills with chat of congratulations for both sides; for the defending faction’s victory, and the attacking faction’s twenty-four minute battle; after all, no one though you’d last that long.YOU LOSE
ending rank 3/8 - good choice of target, but perhaps a better squad is in order?
try again? go to ----> start
[kbarbs]Server Time – 20:17:59 (PM)You figure that if you just stick with your team, you’ll out kill the clerics healing and reviving the barbs. Roar of the Pride stuns a wave of enemies as you pound on the barbarians; followed up by Drake Sweep and Myriad Sword Stance, your AoE skills damage many, but drop few. Your team starts panicking between deaths, and everyone begins to realize there’s no chance left. You target the HQ while waiting for the seal to wear off from reviving, and to your dismay find it to be further gone than 90%. It was over, so for the hell of it, you run out, self-buffed and swords ‘a blazing, in hopes to get some PvP kills.Server Time – 20:28:36 (PM)DEFEAT. Sixty seconds before you leave the blood-battered wasteland; the shattered attempted that was a territory war. Your faction seemed incredibly frustrated. They knew they could have won, but the utter obliteration of their forces killed many of the fighter’s spirits. Numerous people left the faction immediately after, and the broken family turned its head from territory wars.YOU LOSE
ending rank 2/8 - you chose to fight the barbs head on? I hope you're not in my faction.
try again? go to ----> start
[aftduel]Server Time – 19:13:49 (PM)After equipping the charm your rival gave you, you begin chatting with the higher-ups in the faction. They go over the plan of attack for tonight, ideas are bounced back and forth against players, and then talk of squads begins. The leader of your faction makes the call that he wants at least one squad on both the side paths to check for any forces. Then there are cat squads, set up to take out towers and the HQ via Barbarian-pulling catapults and teammates healing. Lastly there will be strike squads, put together to rush the middle after the cat squads and start taking out most of the opposition. So which squads will you request to join?
- Scout ----> sctsquad
- Cat
> catsquad
- Strike ----> stksquad
[atkarch]Server Time – 20:13:40 (PM)You figure if you take out the long-range fighters, there will be less of a burden for everyone else. Looking around, you find not too many archers on the field. With the rest of your squad, everyone makes a b-line for one grounded elf. Unfortunately, you’re her target out of the six of you. Stunned, you can only watch the rest of your team advance as the arrows fly at you. Your charm ticks from a lucky crit, and she drops just as you were nearing death, yourself. You thank your squad as you wait for your charm to tick again and heal you before acquiring a new target. This time, you plan on using Will of the Bodhisattva to counter the first stun arrow from the archer. Someone in your party falls, and they tell you an archer got a lucky crit. You pop Will and started running towards the fallen comrade, hastily searching for the archer. With some luck, you spot the airborne archer, and take to the sky after him. While the Bodhisattva skill’s speed boost doesn’t stack in the air, the immunity to stun and slow is still effective, and it successfully stops the stun arrow. You accelerate to catch up, but the archer is already firing at you. Another lucky crit ticks your charm before you get to him, but that window of opportunity was all the difference. Though you’ve made it to melee range, another arrow stuns you, the archer flies off, and at max range, finishes you off. Alive with a seal, you witness the worst. Our base was filled with the enemy, fighting off what resistance we offered. They must have finished coming down the side paths while we were archer hunting.Server Time – 20:23:27Before the seal even wore off, DEFEAT. You had pulled too many allies from the fight to tackle the archers; the utter waste of time lead to a weaker defensive force, and your HQ was under attack far before you felled your first archer. The world wasn’t surprised, and the comments read your mind; “twenty minutes? someone needs to learn better strategy.”YOU LOSE
ending rank 4/8 - silly, you're a Blademaster, range is no good to you
try again? go to ----> start
[atkcler]Server Time – 20:14:02 (PM)The clerics in your squad begin to stack Iron Heart on you and the archers, and you three take to the sky to eliminate the clerics. You accelerate your aerogear to speed over to the first target. Archers provide ranged damage and extra stun as you, one by one, tear through the enemy’s healers. Everything was going smoothly, all players were executing their jobs flawlessly, like clockwork. The more clerics fell, the more barbs followed. Then, operations hit a snag; several clerics channel Tempest, and most archers and blademasters helplessly fall to the ground. Some grab resurrections from free clerics, others are too antsy and just return to the base. Enough exchanges leave both sides at a stalemate just outside the walls of our base. During downtime, waiting for the seal to be lifted, your squad starts to spread the word of strategy. Members of the strike squad take to the air, and the clerics start to crash to the ground. The tempests pass, and we start to push down the path. Faction talk goes round that the enemy must have underestimated us: there are no turrets anywhere outside their base. There are none on the roads, none by the walls…none. What’s more is there are no members of the opposing faction out on the roads since we rid them from our base. Whether they’re on the side paths remains to be known, but the walk down the center was empty, sky and all. Everyone dismounted, buffed up, and ran on foot together through the threshold that was the center gate of the enemy faction. It was time to win. The base was engorged with every possible member of the opposing faction. What’s more is no barb was pulling a catapult, but there were all in human form. It was clear that they drew the line here, and were prepared to force us back to our HQ. It was game-face time; our catapult pullers ran in and stood firm as the catapults worked on their crystal. Their respective clerics were stacking IH, and every other squad ran in to drop whoever they could get their weapons in.Server Time – 20:41:17 (PM)The battle within the enemy stronghold was long, but the cooperation between faction members kept catapult toting barbs standing, healing clerics flying, and most dds killing. Both turrets were down, and the HQ was nearing its end. Players began to stop fighting and begin trash talking. QQ spewed from the failure of the defending faction, and uproarious delight gleamed from the successful attackers.Server Time – 20:57:49VICTORY. The world was shocked. In under an hour, Thousand Streams was taken. Many observers were skeptical, saying there must have been a lack in strategy from the defenders. Others called it a fluke, saying the attackers will lose Streams next week. But no matter who said what, the map read true; Thousand Streams was under new ownership!SUCCESS!
ending rank 7/8 – everyone knows the key to victory is to take out the foundation; once the clerics fall, everything follows. What an excellent strategy!
but there’s more than one path to victory, try again? go to ----> start
[atkwiz]Server Time – 20:18:56 (PM)Sandstorm and Gush are becoming far too troublesome and agitating for you. Alone, you take off to solo wizards one by one because you know they’re weak against physical damage. Members of your party watch you run off and call out, asking what you’re doing. You tell them, and they scream back that that’s suicide. But you’re far too confident to let them stop you. Picking out your first wizard, you Cloud Sprint over and begin stunning and bashing the poor caster. But you’re not doing as much damage as usual…what’s the deal? You check back with your team: “most of their wizards are wearing light armor! Stacking with their physical defense buff, you’re useless!” Before you could curse out the light armor path, you were knocked on your butt. Will of the Phoenix put distance between you, and the wizard began to bog you down with slowing and powerful spells. By the time you got back within melee range, you dropped to the wizard’s feet, exhausted and out of breath. Unfortunately, you set an example for other clueless players, as bad as it was. Alive back in your base, you hear people dying off, groaning about wizard’s ranged spells and knock back. Before your seal could wear off, you see the enemy faction pushing back our resistance on path B, all the way to the gate. Good thing there were turrets put up, or who knows how much damage the crystal could have taken by now. But that fear was soon to be a reality. As you run out of gate A and come to the side of the huge brawl, you see one tower down, and the second beginning to crumble. Whatever difference you were going to make running yourself into the center of the enemy and getting maimed, you knew it to be better off retuning inside the base and preparing to catch the incoming force from B gate. You buff up and take a sneaky position just to the left of the entrance so you wouldn’t be in immediate sight upon anyone’s arrival. You begin stacking your Alter Marrow skills in hopes of having two sparks and Myriad Sword ready for the enemy. To your delight, you accomplish just that, but where’s the enemy? No one’s walked through the gate since the turrets fell? You look back within your base to see only your faction…so what was going on? You peak around the corner and look out of the center arch, and your charm ticks. Frightened, you run out looking for what you figured was an archer, and you’d be right. Problem was, she was in the air, and you’ve just hit the ground outside your base after being loaded with arrowheads from a Barrage. Before reviving, the alerts begin, “HQ at 70% health!” Alive, but sealed, you helplessly watch the end begin. The crystal and ground alike resembled porcupines; arrowheads were buried deep within while quills from countless Barrages remained visible like an omen. The seal was gone, and like any good blademaster, you were stacking your chi the whole time. You dash in and spam as many AoE skills as possible: Fan of Flames, Drake Sweep, Roar of the Pride, Myriad Sword Stance. You’re unsure of how many you killed, if any, but the alarms grew more dire, “HQ at 35% health!” Those with the strength carried on the battle, while weaker members began to give up hope. You did your best to rally as many as possible, “win or lose, we’re in this together, as a family, for fun!” The sidelines emptied, and everyone knew to give it all; we weren’t going down without a hell of a fight!Server Time – 21:09:32 (PM)DEFEAT! But it wasn’t one of sorrow. In fact, many were glad. As a team, a family, we showed the world we were a force to be reckoned with. Lasting more than an hour against the strongest on the server who were bent on keeping Thousand Streams at all costs, morale within the faction was pretty high. On top of that, the world recognized that strength, as news and passive conversation seemed to start with just the drop of a now popular faction name.YOU LOSE
ending rank 6/8 - talk about epic battle; teamwork and family is the way a faction should orient! too bad that doesn't always cut it for the TW circuit.
try again? go to ----> start
[atkveno]Server Time – 20:20:47 (PM)Before you could suggest anything, a flock of phoenixes took to battle, and your squad was the target! You take to the sky to protect the clerics from the pesky fowl, swinging and batting at them with your blades. But this was a fight you couldn’t win; any time progress was made, it regenerated health. You’re aware of the Heal Pet skill, but this phoenix’s rate of recovery was absurd! There must be more than one veno on it. “Forget the birds, get the trainers!” With that wise word of advice, you’re forced to leave the ally cleric to fend for herself as you seek out the venomancers manipulating the firebirds. Fly swords, mantas, and wings appear by your side; you’ve managed to pull together an attack squad without so much as a word! Everyone teams up, two or three on one fights begin in hopes of eradicating the flame-headed chickens. The only thing making the scuffles difficult was the numerous sources of damage. Extra venos sent their flying pets to aid their faction; bramble returned a large percent of melee damage; and the venos sending pets as well as those under attack were casting spells! As ludicrous as it sounds, you begin to notice that the battles were rather fair. Some groups from our faction would fall, and in exchange, two or three venos would take a seat. Everyone’s spirits begin to heighten, until a terrible realization: the venos that were team-healing one phoenix have phoenixes of their own! While one venomancer would fall, there was another with a firebird ready to take her place. All time and effort put into dropping the wall of flaming fowl was useless. From the bm’s to the barbs, and the chickens to the clerics; there was too much for what force we had at their base to handle. The rope in this tug of war was starting to slip through our hands. There were incomparable numbers of pets and players in the enemy faction versus what we brought to the battle. Worried, every un-sealed player ran back down path B, only to run through what might as well have been barbed wire. The unstoppable force was mobile, and was on a rampage down the path to our front gate! There was quick talk of defensive strategy, but none sounded like a winning plan. Everyone was to stick to basics; team up, and last as long as you can.Server Time – 20:57:11 (PM)DEFEAT! What an upset, victory was in the palm of your hands at the start. If only you could have kept up the heat, maybe their forces would have crumbled with time. However, that’s a big “maybe.” With a “not-so-surprised” reaction from the rest of the world, plans are already underway to take what should have been yours this day, next week.YOU LOSE
ending rank 5/8 – you have the power, but you just need to keep the pressure on the enemy when it counts! If you can’t beat up the enemy, beat down the morale.
try again? go to ----> start
[decduel]Server Time – 19:07:14 (PM)You’re too excited to duel wisely at the moment, so you decline. The opponent asked again, but you declined a second time. Feeling sympathetic for the persistent BM, you decide to buff up with Aura of the Golden Bell, and stack your Alter Marrow skills until you gain full chi. Once finished preparing, the duel request was sent once more. “I’ll lop those locks from your head. That way I can see you cry when you lose,” he says mockingly. Humoring the axe BM, you reply: “don’t get too cocky, it’s not one of your redeeming qualities, you silly white-haired blademaster.” Accepting the duel, you run in and use Roar of the Pride. Stunned for six seconds, you proceed to use Spirit Chaser for damage, and Draw Blood for damage over time. The stun wears off, but you quickly follow up with Aeolian Blade. On top of doing more damage, you’ve stunned the rival a second time for three more seconds, during which you attack with stronger skills: Drake Sweep, Atmos Strike, and Myriad Sword Stance. The duel promptly ended afterwards with the same exchange of skills, and your faction-mate compliments you on how strong you’ve gotten. Good sport that he is, he tosses a silver HP charm your way, saying he figures you’ll want it for the upcoming war, but doubts you’ll make it tick.
code---> aftduel <---code
[catsquad]Server Time – 20:00:04 (PM)With a squad of two barbarians pulling catapults, two clerics healing the barbs, and two blademasters (one of which being you) to protect the clerics, you enter the instance and set out down the middle path on foot. Buffed up, you and the other BM are forced to stand by as the cat squads come to the middle towers. The barbs stand still in their tiger form, catapults attacking the left tower. The clerics stand fearless, targeting the barbs incase of any needed healing, and you and your rival from earlier team up as you see the opposition come running down the path. The strike squads behind you move forward for backup, and the first encounter is underway! With strike on the ground, you take to the sky to eliminate any hovering casters. Between you and your teammate, you stun lock and kill clerics, wizards and venos one by one. The towers fall, and all middle squads advance. As the push to their HQ strengthens, we get calls of forces moving down paths A and C. The faction leader speaks up, calls off all scout squads, and orders them to come down path B. We were to finish the battle quickly. The second encounter begins at the entrance, but there’s so much mayhem and crossfire that some warriors aren’t sure what to do. You take the helm and call out orders:
- “Drop the Blademasters! They’ll kill our Clerics!” ---> atkbm
- “Kill the Wizards! Their AOE is too strong!”
> atkwiz
- “Get the Venos! Their pets are everywhere!”
> atkveno0 -
if anyone sees this mess, I'm currently trying to post my story...having problems...
edit: alright, turns out the forum doesnt like MSWord listing bullets, so i had to replace them with dashes. no biggy. however, if there is a piece missing (you type a code, hit find, and its not there), please tell me. it was giving me a hard time during posting, so I'm not 100% sure if everything's there (like 99% sure
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well no story here i'm not into all that big story writing o_O
nd i've seen some pretty loong story's here :^)
so just a goodbye and share me your secret on how u got to that amount of money b:laughthanks to forsaken for this awesome sig b:victory[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]0 -
Inias - Heavens Tear wrote: »well no story here i'm not into all that big story writing o_O
nd i've seen some pretty loong story's here :^)
so just a goodbye and share me your secret on how u got to that amount of money b:laugh
There's no real "secret". I was a squirrel. I bought nothing, sold everything. I spent hours and hours harvesting, farming, etc.
Just a ittle insight.
I was there the day the game went live, not just the day, the moment. While everyone was in a hurry to be level 20 by the end of day one, I was happily listening to music and "cleaning" up the mess in the starter area.
Apparently nobody wanted the "****" that drops from low level monsters, but a lot of that stuff stacks and while a lot of people were pretty high level at the end of day one, I already had a hundred thousand gold. That doesn't sound like a lot now, but on day one, that was huge.
This is one of the reasons I am enjoying giving away my gold, a lot of what I have is courtesy of other players' laziness or lack of caring.
One man's trash is another girl's treasure :-)"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]0 -
where do we post the entry exactly tho? xD0
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You post your entry right here on this thread. Sounds simple enough. =O0
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Chapter 14: Kutso: The Veno-Man-Cer
"So Harpy Wraith has fled from this area." Hojo said as he stared at the camp fire. "She must be afraid of us."
"Possibly." Xaldain replied as he watched the red flames dance. "But it could be her plan to lure us somewhere."
"True." Hojo sighed. "She is a clever one. I'll give her that. But she will still go down."
Xaldain nodded before looking over his shoulder at everyone else sleeping. "We should get our rest before heading to Nameless Isle. Who knows what's there."
"Agreed." Hojo replied with a nod before laying down and going to sleep.
Three hours later
"Xaldain..." Serenity spoke softly as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "You're still up?"
"Ya, I couldn't sleep." Xaldain responded in a low tone so he would not wake the others.
Serenity sat down next to him. "Is it because of Harpy Wraith?"
He nodded. "Yes, and..." He looked her in the eyes. "This is becoming more dangerous."
"I know..." She sighed. "But we must continue on."
"We have to be on our guard now that she knows we are pursuing her." He stated along with a sigh.
"Of course." Serenity gave a half smile. "As long as we all are not seperated then we should be fine."
"I hope so..." He was now deep in thought. He wanted Serenity to be safe, but what if he and the others were not strong enough? "Maybe she should go back to Plume where it's safe." he thought to himself.
"Xaldain."
"Hmm?"
"You aren't thinking about sending me back home, are you?"
He blinked. Were Clerics mind readers now? "No, not at all." he lied.
She crossed her arms and one of her brows raised in suspicion. "Oh really?"
"Ok, I was." he admitted nervously. She read him like a book. Either she was a psychic or he was a really bad lier.
"I knew it." she looked away from him and closed her eyes. "I told you before that I didn't want to stay in Plume while everyone else fights."
He sighed. "I know. I just don't want you to get hurt. That's all."
"I understand that, but I don't want anyone I know to die or get hurt. I want to help. For you to say go home and be safe, it sounds like you don't need me to accompany you." She looked down at the ground. "Like... I am useless to you all..." She finished in a low voice.
"You aren't useless, Serenity." He replied as he lifted her chin up with his pointer finger. "You saved my life more than once and you taught me how to use a bow and arrow. I wouldn't make it this far without you. You will never be useless to any of us." He said to her with a smile. "Serenity, I care deeply for you and I promise to protect you with my life."
She shook her head. "No, Xaldain. I don't want you to place your life on the line for me."
He took her hands in his as their eyes met one another. "Serenity, I owe you my life. It is only fair for me to protect you with it. I would gladly without regret, sacrifice my life for your's. I just care about you that much."
She hugged him tightly and half smiled. "Then I pray that it doesn't come to that." Slowly she closed her eyes. "Please don't let it come to that."
Nameless Isle
Hojo kicked some sand and sighed. "Still no luck."
"What now?" Serenity asked while looking around for any sign of Wraiths.
"We'll have to keep moving north." Xaldain stated.
"This place gives me the creeps." Stripes said. His reddish-brown eyes glanced right to left in paranoia.
"Why? The sky is clear and this place is so peaceful." Maria said to Stripes.
Luna wiggled her noes. "Something smells odd."
"What?" Maria asked.
Luna's fox ears twitched. She was about to respond, but flames surrounded everyone.
The circle around them was of smoke and everyone was coughing. There was no way out of the flaming circle.
"Ahh!!" Serenity's scream cut through the coughing.
"Serenity!!" Xaldain yelled and held out his hand towards her , but she was grabbed by something that looked like it was made of gold. The flames had stopped, but there was heavy smoke that was unlifted. A mightly force hit him and the whole area turned black. When Xaldain woke up, he ound himself alone. Quickly, he got to his feet and glanced frantically around for his friends. "Serenity! Hojo! Maria! Luna! Stripes!" he shouted, but there were no replies from anyone. They were sneek attacked and he could not do anything about it. "Dammit." he growled and punched the ground with his right fist. How could they all be jumped like that? If anything happened to Serenity...
"Ah, so you're finally awake." a voice called out. It was a light voice but not too light. The master of that voice came from out the bushes. It was a venomancer. She wore a red kimono and had light tanned skin. Her black hair ended at her shoulders and her eyes were blood red. She had black horned wings peeking out her head and a devil's tail wagging behind her. However there was something off about her. "I'm glad. It would be no fun killing you while you're sleeping."
Xaldain took out his crossbow and pointed it at her. "Where are the others?"
She laughed a really corny laugh. "They will be fish food very soon." An arrow passed her face and she only grinned. "They will be living sacrifices for Mantavip The Great!" Her lips pursed. "But enough about them. It's just you and me." Her hands clasped together and she placed her cheek on the back of her hand. "Oh this is so wonderful, I get to fight a cute one. Those wings on your head are simply adorable!"
Xaldain arched one of his brows. What was with this girl?
"Your wings will look so much better than these bony horns on my head." Her eyes sparkled, while looking at him.
Xaldain glared at her. He did not have time for this. He would find the others himself. He shot another arrow at her, but suprisingly his arrow broke in half. He blinked then saw what she was holding in her right hand... a whip?
She wagged her pointer finger to scold him. "Shame on you. Trying to shoot me when I'm talking. You're being naughty." She bit her bottom lip. "I wonder how your blood tastes." she stated before dashing towards him.
"You have to be kiding." he thought to himself as he jumped back from her swinging the cruel rope.
The others
"Well this is great." Hojo said sarcastically. He was tied and held still by a fat man made of gold.
The others were in the same position as Hojo. Their legs and hands were tied behind them.
"Where is Xaldain?!" Serenity asked with big eyes. Did she jinx it and he died? No, that can not be it. Xaldain must still be alive.
Back to Xaldain
"Hmm, you're a good opponent after all." the venomancer said with glee. Xaldain had shot her twice with his arrows. However, the wounds were not fatal.
"I have to end this quick and find the others fast." Xaldain thought to himself. This whip-swinging venomancer was not making it easy for him to fight. The whip hit his cheek and left a long cut across it. He started to bleed instantly.
The rope returned back towards its owner. The venomancer grinned and licked some of Xaldain's blood off the whip's end. "Mhmm... Your blood tastes great." She lunged towards him again. "I must have more. More blood!"
Xaldain winced at the sting the whip left. It was worse than the minor ones he gotten. This person was as psycho. Why did he always get the crazy ones?
The whip wrapped around Xaldain's right arm that held his crossbow and he was pulled towards her. "Not bad for an elf. So sad this has to end." She looked him in the eyes as they were face to face. "Too bad that you have to die."
"Who put you up to this?" Xaldain growled and managed to get out of the hold of the whip.
"Do I have to have a reason to kill?" She asked. She placed her pointer finger under her chin to think. "Hmm..." Looking at the sky then back at him, she gave him a smile. "I don't have one. I just like to." Her devil tail tripped him.
Xaldain glared up at her. He was not getting anywhere with her. "I can't lose to her. The others need me. Serenity needs me."
She stood above him and grinned. "My name is Kutso!" Jumping into the air, she shouted. "I'm giving you my name so you can scream it when you-" She gripped her whip tightly and held it over her shoulder, about to attack. "-DIE!" she finished while flingng her whip towards him.
The unknown place
"Where are we anyway?" Luna looked around.
"We have to be near Nameless Isle. We weren't out for that long." Maria replied.
Stripes growled as he tried to get out of the man's grip. "They're like statues."
"Tell me about it." Hojo added as he struggled to get loose. He then smiled at Maria. "Hey, Maria. Use your magic to get us out of here."
"Don't you think I would of did that already?" Maria sighed. "I can't cast spells with my hands behind my back."
"Isn't it odd how they are only holding us?" Serenity pondered. "What are we here for and where is Xaldain?"
The rest of them shrugged.
"I got a feeling it isn't good." Fang replied.
Xaldain & Kutso
Kutso groaned and blood dripped from her mouth. She was shot in the stomach by Xaldain's arrow. "So... you got me." She chuckled a bit before she collasped on top of him. "And here I thought I was the only great male fighter."
"Male fighter?" Xaldain blinked in confusion. She was a man?! Now that he thought about it, something was off about Kutso. He gently rolled her..ermm...him off of him before standing up. He was bloody all over. That battle with that venomancer was intense. Quickly he spread his wings and soared through the air. "Please, everyone. Be ok."
Back to the unknown place
Thunder crashed and dark clouds hovered around the area. Thousands of bubbles formed in the water near them.
"Still say the sky is clear?" Stripes asked Maria.
Maria sighed then her eyes widened when she saw the horrid beast rise from the waters. It was massive and ugly. It had the face and waist down of a serpant and the arms and abdomen of a man. It held a trident in one of its hands. It must be a god or a mighty Wraith.
Everyone stared up at it as it stared down at them with a grin.
"Serenity! Hojo! Maria! Luna! Stripes!" Xaldain yelled once he spotted them down below on a little piece on land.
"Xaldain!" they all yelled back.
"Get us free! You take too long!" Hojo growled while shouting up at Xaldain.
"Baby Herculeses, give them to Lord Mantavip now!" a familiar voice ordered. Xaldain turned to see Kutso. Did he not die?
"Baby?! I'd hate to see the father." Hojo stated.
"More like hating to see the mother. She must be huge to kick out these whoppers." Stripes said to Hojo.
Xaldain quickly shot Hojo and Stripes bounds so the two were free.
"Awesome." Hojo grinned and started to fight one of the golden men.
"Freedom." Stripes grinned in triumph when he turned into a tiger and roared to get the other golden men to fight him.
Xaldain landed on the ground and untied everyone else.
"Xaldain, you're covered in blood!" Serenity frowned and her eyes started to water.
"I'm fine." Xaldain replied with a smile.
"Blaze, attack them!" Kutso commanded a phoenix bird. That must have been the thing that created all those flames. He was on a bee in the air above Mantavip. From his serious wound, he was dying slowly.
"Not today!" Xaldain glared at the bird and aimed. He put his entire strength into it and shot the bird down in one shot.
Kutso glared at Xaldain and frowned. "You're so mean."
"Who is she?" Luna asked.
"More like him." Xaldain responded.
"Huh?" The girls gave him strange looks.
"Nevermind." Xaldain shook his head and looked at Mantavip. "We got bigger things to worry about."
Hojo and Stripes finished off the last of the Herculeses.
"I will destroy it." Stripes stepped towards the beast.
"No, I will." Maria volunteered.
"Maria, are you crazy?" Hojo stood in front of her to block her from walking towards Mantavip. "That thing is huge."
"I can do it." Maria replied. Her eyes burned with power as she stared into his eyes. "Trust me."
"But..." Hojo trailed off when he looked deeper into her eyes. "Ok, but be careful."
Maria nodded before walking to Mantavip. "You will no longer have sacrifices."
Mantavip chuckled. "You dare challenge me wizard girl?"
"You bet." Maria replied and glared at it. "Mountain's Seize!"
Mantavip's eyes widened. It was weak against the element of earth. "No!! I will never be taken!" It screamed before diving into the depths.
The rainfall of rocks soon stopped and Kutso was no where to be found along with his pets. Did he die or fall in the water?
"Darn, he got away." Maria pounted.
"Whoa, you got that thing swimming away from you? I never knew you had so much power." Hojo smiled and hugged Maria.
"You didn't?!" Maria blinked in suprise then glared at him.
"Was I suppose to know?" Hojo asked nervously.[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Chapter 15: The Broken Circle
"Things were going great. We fought hard and always came out on top. With every challenge that came our way, we overcame it. We were bound together like an unbreakable circle: Hojo, the one of strength; Maria, the one of wisdom; Luna, the one of friendship; Stripes, the one of loyalty; Serenity, the one of love; and I, the one of heart." Red Reaper explained to Fang, Aqua, Foxy, and Hojo. His red eyes then wondered downward. "But we were seperated. That one day I will never forget..."
Archosaur: West District
Xaldain had a big grin on his face. He had just finished talking to the Matchmaker. "Today will be the day Serenity will never forget. I am going to ask her to marry me. I'm sure she'll say yes." He paused. "She will say yes won't she?" He shook his head and smiled away the frown that was forming. "No, she will accept. We talked about it..."
Xaldain's Flash back
Serenity and Xaldain were sitting in front of a campfire under the stars.
"The Eldest is suppose to become the Elder." Serenity shook her head. "But I don't want to become the next Elder of Plume. I wish I could live a normal life and see the world like I am now..." She looked up at Xaldain as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. "With you." she added.
Xaldain smiled down at her. "You will. I talked to Hope that time we visited Plume. She said she wanted to become Elder and would gladly take your place."
"But she is the youngest."
"It doesn't matter. If they make you Elder you can pass it down or..." He replied. His fingers laced with her's. "If you are married, you are free to do as you wish as long as your husband allows it." He winked.
She giggled and smiled. "What are you trying to say, Xaldain?"
"Well..." He trailed off while picking something up from the ground. It was a beautiful rare blue flower. He gave it to her and she blushed instantly.
"It's beautiful." she whispered.
"Not even close to as beautiful as you." he replied. "Serenity." Once he said her name, her blue eyes came off the Orchidelia and met his green eyes. "When this is all over with. When Harpy Wraith is no more. Will you...marry me? Will you see the world and live with me, Serenity?"
Her eyes sparkled with joy and she embraced him. "Yes, Xaldain!" she shouted.
Their lips were close to touching but...
"Whoa, I was just gone to get more lumber." Hojo said as he held many logs in his arms. "You two really shouldn't do that out here." He looked at them to see they were looking right at him and were fully clothed. "Oh." He chuckled. "Sorry, continue what you were doing." He juggled the logs into one arm to wave at them. "I am not here."
Xaldain closed his eyes tightly and clenched one of his fists while he held it up (Anime angry style). "Hojo." he said in agitation. Hojo really ruined the moment.
Flashback End
"Once she sees the letter, she will meet me here." Xaldain could not contain his smile. "Then we will get married." He glanced up at the sky. "The day has finally come. This will be the day that changes our lives forever."
The Messenger
An old man was riding on his white mare through Silver Pool. "This letter is important. I must give it to Serenity, the Elder's daugther, who resides in Plume. The marriage must be today."
"The Elder's daughter you say?" A snake woman's voice slithered through the air. Soon her apperance was known. It was Harpy Wraith.
The mare froze to a stop then neighed uncontrollably, lifting his front legs up in the air. In doing so, the man with the letter was thrown off the horse and the mare ran away in fear.
"Ha-Harpy Wraith. You-You're suppose to be dead." The old man shivered with fear as he crawled backwards away from her. However, he was soon unable to move.
"No, my death was exaggerated. Those six fools only wounded me and I had to go into hiding." She growled. Her right eye twitched in anger. "If I was shot by that last arrow of Xaldain's, then I would be."
She grinned. "Now... This Daughter of the Elder you speak of. Is it that Serenity?"
The man gulped and nodded. He was too frightened to speak.
"And this person who wants to marry her, would that happen to be Xaldain?" Her tongue flicked in excitement.
The man nodded again.
Harpy Wraith grabbed him by the throat and started to consume his soul. "Good." Her eyes then blazed with a thought she had in mind, but she saw a Winged Elf fly towards her.
"Let him-" The girl said with wide eyes. "Ha-Harpy Wraith..."She had a crown on top of her head and blonde hair. She looked remotely similar to Serenity.
"Princess Hope, get away from here!" the man yelped in agony.
After Harpy Wraith was done taking his soul, she tossed the body with the letter it still held in its hand next to a cave. "You aren't going anywhere!" Harpy Wraith quickly grabbed Hope and pulled her close to her. She studied the princess who was struggling to get free while her eyes were closed tightly in fear of her life. "Looks like I have the perfect wedding present." Harpy Wraith laughed evily before slithering away.
City of the Lost
"Rock, where are you boy." Luna sighed. "Not again..." Her ears perked when she heard the ground rumbling and something getting closer to her. Her tail wagged in happiness. She knew that noise anywhere. Soon the magmite was in sight. "Rock!" She ran towards him, but immediately noticed that there was something wrong. "What's wrong, Rock?" Rock looked down at the ground then into her eyes. Somehow their bound was so strong that she knew exactly what he was saying. "What?! Harpy Wraith, took Serenity's sister Hope?" She shook her head. "But we defeated Harpy Wraith! She's dead!" Rock shook his head, then looked north west. "What, you say she is alive and took Hope towards Burning Heart?" Rock nodded. "Then we have no time to lose. We must tell the others."
City of Plume
Serenity was sitting in the grass. "I wonder why Xaldain hasn't come back yet." She said with a sigh while looking up at the darkening sky.
"Serenity, have you seen Hope anywhere?" A woman with blonde hair asked as she walked over to the Princess. She looked like Hope and Serenity, but an older version of both. "She hasn't come back to Plume."
"What?" Serenity stood up. "I will look for her."
"Your father is already out looking, but that was a long time ago." Serenity's mother hugged Serenity. "Be careful, dear daughter."
"I will." Serenity said before taking off.
Etherblade
Hojo was about to take a sip of his drink, however...
"Hojo! Maria! Stripes!" Luna shouted as she ran to them quickly.
"Mistress Luna, what is wrong?" Stripes asked. Luna was panting and had clearly ran all the way here without stopping.
"Why all the excitement? Did Rock learn a new trick?" Hojo went to take a sip of his drink again.
"Harpy Wraith is back!" Luna yelled.
Hojo quickly spat out his drink. "What?!"
"That can't be right. We killed her." Maria frowned.
"You sure?" Stripes asked her.
Luna nodded, trying to catch her breath. "She... has... Hope.." Luna said in breaths.
They Stripes, Hojo, and Maria looked at each other.
Hojo threw his drink over his shoulder and looked at Luna. "Well where is she?"
"Burning Heart." Luna replied.
"Then we have to go right away." Maria stated.
"I haven't told Serenity and Xaldain." Luna added.
"Then I will take you to Plume." Stripes said before turning into a tiger. "Get on my back."
"Alright. You two go to Plume and me and Maria will head there." Hojo stated. "Come on, Maria."
City of Plume
"I am afraid Serenity has already gone off to find her sister and Xaldain has not returned." Serenity's mother replied.
"Oh no." Luna said.
"This is bad. Hopefully Hojo and Maria are there now." Stripes added.
Serenity's mother placed her hand over her heart. "Why does my heart weaken so?" she asked herself as she watched Stripes and Luna run off.
Archosaur: West District
Xaldain was now pacing back and forth in front of the Matchmaker.
"Is she coming or not?" The Matchmaker asked.
"She'll be here." Xaldain quickly responded. He was getting worried. She should have been here before sunset. Did she get the letter? "Where are you, Serenity..."
Land of Burning Heart
"Father!!" Serenity screamed with tears dripping from her eyes. She watched as Harpy Wraith was sucking up his life force.
"Run, daughter." The Elder of Plume ordered while he went through intense pain. "Get Hope and leave this place." He then was a lifeless body. Serenity could not revive him like the others, for he had no soul so she could not.
"Ah, just you? I was expecting the others to be with you." Harpy Wraith laughed.
A white bow and arrow appeared in Serenity's hands. She glared at the monster hard and aimed right at her cold heart.
"I would be more worried about your sister than me." Harpy Wraith lifted her chin and looked towards a volcano. A spinewraith was holding Hope above the rim of the lava pit below. "One little slip of the claw and she will be ashes." She grinned madly.
"You witch." Serenity growled before lowering her bow and arrow. She had to save her sister before anything else. She started to run towards Hope, but was surrounded by wraiths that were holding flaming swords. "Out of my way!" she yelled.
Two of the minions were sliced in half. "Long time no see, Serenity."
"Too bad the reunion is this." Maria's voice chimed after the rest of the red and purple creatures were destroyed by her water spell.
Hojo glared at Harpy Wraith. "You were suppose to stay dead."
"Think again, you little rats." Harpy Wraith replied.
"We'll defeat you like last time, but this time you will stay dead!" Hojo replied as he raced towards her.
"Hmm... I only count five of you." She flicked her fork tongue happily as she only saw Luna and Stripes running towards them. "You're short by one." She chuckled. "Excellent. He must still be waiting in Archosaur. When he finds out, it will be too late." She waved her hand and clawed Hojo, making him fall backwards.
Maria ran over to him and stood in front of him. "Soporific Whisper!"
Harpy Wraith was unable to move. She remembered how that wizard used the same spell on her, which made her vulnerable to all their attacks. However, Harpy Wraith was prepared. Her evil grin was still on her face.
"Elemental Invoca-!" Maria was about to make her other spell but was pushed to the side by Hojo. Maria's eyes widened as she saw Hojo fall to the ground with a sword pirecing through his stomach. "Hojo!" she screamed as he fell to the ground. With reflexes, she used a fire spell to burn the minion that stabbed him. Once it was destroyed, she fell to her knees beside him. "Hojo, you're so stupid! You didn't have to-" She shook her head and tears started to form in her eyes. "Why did you?!"
Hojo grinned through his pain. He looked up into Maria's beautiful eyes and could only smile at her. "Isn't it obvious?" He grimaced. His right hand caressed her cheek. "I am glad I meet you. I... love you, Maria." He laughed weakly. "I wish I could have told you sooner..." He then closed his eyes and his hand left her cheek.
"Hojo! Hojo, no!!" Maria snobbed. She buried her face in his clothing. "Please don't leave me..."
Serenity stretched out her hand towards Hojo to revive him.
"Revive him and you will never see your sister again." Harpy Wraith warned.
Serenity was hesitant and was not sure what to do.
"One down." Harpy Wraith grinned with glee. "Now even if Xaldain decides to show up, the circle will still be incomplete." She looked over to Hojo. "That Blademaster's skill he used on me last time was powerful. I had never seen a move like it in all my years. It was called Flash I believe. It's a good thing he is dead now."
"You wench!" Luna growled in her fox form. She lunged at Harpy Wraith only to recieve a powerful blow and fly backwards.
"Luna!" Stripes ran over to her in his tiger form. He glared and growled at Harpy Wraith. "How dare you?!" He was the next to try and attack her, but got the same result as Luna.
Luna stood up on all fours and glared at the serpant. She stepped in front of Stripes and bared her fangs.
"So you want to die next?" Harpy Wraith smiled. "Be my guest."
"Fox Wallop!" Luna growled before attacking Harpy Wraith.
Archosaur: West District
Xaldain was sitting down on the steps next to the Matchmaker. Was Serenity really not coming? Something then caught his ears.
"Oh that is terrible." A girl said with a gasp. "The Elder of Plume's daughter was taken by Harpy Wraith?"
"I know." The other girl replied. "I thought she died, but they say she's in Burning Heart."
Xaldain quickly stood up. His heart pounded against his chest in fear. The Plume Elder's Daughter? "Serenity..." He quickly flew off to the Land of Burning Heart. "Serenity, please be ok."
Back in Burning Heart
"Down goes the pet." Harpy Wraith announced as she clawed the magmite. The magmite crumbled into tiny pieces.
"Rock!" Luna yelled. Her pet was only protecting her.
"Down goes the master." Harpy Wraith finished as she swiped Luna with her claw.
"Ahhh!!" Luna cried in pain and turned back into human form before hitting the solid ground.
"Luna!" Stripes, Serenity and Maria yelled.
"There's two." Harpy Wraith said smugly.
Strpies nudged Luna lightly, only to get no response. The white tiger growled in anger. "You will die!" He ran towards Harpy Wraith. "Ancestral Ra-!" His move was stopped when Harpy Wraith plunged her claw through his stomach. "Ugh..." He turned back into his human form before falling backwards in defeat.
"Stripes!" Maria and Serenity screamed.
Harpy Wraith's laugh echoed through the dark abyss. "You'll never defeat me now!"
On the way
"Hang on for me. Hang on." Xaldain said. He was going as fast as he could. He had finally reached Burning Heart but...
When he got there, he saw Serenity fighting many wraiths. "Serenity!" he yelled and quickly shot five monsters down, using his crossbow. He ran to her side. She was crying. Why was she crying? He had quickly gotten his answer...
"Xaldain!" Serenity snobbed and hugged him. "She killed them. She killed them all."
He looked behind Serenity to see all of his friends, Hojo, Luna, Stripes, and Maria laying on the ground, close to one another. He tightened his fists. Why were they here? They should have not been here. He was too late in saving them. He was too late.
Xaldain did not have to ask who had slauthered their friends. He turned to hear a scream. The scream came from Hope, who was held above the volcano by a spinewraith.
"Harpy Wraith took Hope captive to prevent me from saving them. This is my fault..." She cried.
"No, it isn't." He assured her.
"Please save my sister." Serenity said to him through her tears.
"I will." Xaldain replied as he took to the air.
"Drop her!" Harpy Wraith's voice sliced through the air. The spinewraith did as it was told and let go of Hope.
Xaldain, however caught Hope just in time. "Go to Plume. Everything will be ok here." he told Hope before she flew towards Plume. He was caught off guard by the spinewraith and it pulled him down into the volcano with it.
Serenity looked towards the volcano to see Xaldain getting pulled in. "Xaldain!" she yelled. "Xaldain!!"
Harpy Wraith grinned in triumph. Her revenge was now almost complete.
Xaldain found himself still alvie. "What's going on? I should be dead now, shouldn't I?" He felt himself being raised up from the heat. He was different. Very different. He felt stronger and more powerful with every pulse his heart made. His whole body was charcoal black and outlining his eyes were red tattoos. When he opened his eyes, they were the color of bleeding garnets. Serenity must have somehow revived him. His eyes met a horror. A sword was through his beloved's heart. "Serenity!!!!" he screamed.
"This new aura..." Harpy Wraith froze. "It is stronger than my own." She looked up to see Xaldain with a red glow all around him. "That archer. He is suppose to be dead." She glared at him. "I'll have to retreat." Harpy Wraith had to quickly take Serenity's soul before disappearing in her violet fog.
Xaldain went to Serenity and held her in his arms. "Serenity..." She was not a skeleton, but yet her soul was still gone. Every one of his friends' souls were gone. "No...." he whispered and held her close to him as he shedded tears.
End of Red Reaper's Past
"That is the story..." The Red Reaper finished.
Aqua, Foxy, Hojo, and Fang all gave him sad looks. No one spoke. What could anyone say? There were no words for comfort at all.
Suddenly, a white arrow stabbed the ground next to Red Reaper.
Red Reaper looked down at the arrow and examined it. "A white arrow..." He then turned around to see... "Serenity?" His eyes were wide. It was her, but how? He stood up and the others did as well. She was aiming her arrow right at him. "Serenity, is that really you?" She had not aged a bit. But how was this possible? How was she still living?
Serenity gave him a sharp glare. "Die, traitor!" she demanded before her arrow left her bow.
Red Reaper moved out the way. What was wrong with her? "Serenity, what's wrong?" he asked as he walked causiously towards her.
"You picked to save my sister over me! You promised me, Xaldain!" she growled. "Don't come any closer! I'll shoot you." Her hands shook like she did not want to shoot him in the heart.
"Serenity..." he said in a low voice. He still walked towards her. "I never meant to break that promise to you. I love you. If I could do it over, I would. I would save you."
"Lies!" She shook her head. "I will kill you if you come any farther." She warned. Her eyes were a dark violet. Harpy Wraith must be behind this. The arrow launched and hit him in the stomach, but he still pressed on after he yanked the arrow out of him.
"No, you won't." Red Reaper replied. He was a foot away from her. "Serenity, I know you're in there. You can fight her." He touched her hand and it was still cold like the last time he touched her all those years ago. Had Harpy Wraith revived her? He hugged her when he was close enough. "Serenity.."
She shuddered. "Stop it." When he embraced her, her eyes turned back to normal blue and her bow and arrow disappeared.
"I love you so much. Please fight her. You can break free of her." Tears ran down his cheeks while he continued to hold her closely. "I missed you so much. I never stopped thinking about you, Serenity. My heart aches for you everyday. Without you, I am nothing."
Slowly, her arms raised from her sides and she placed her hands gently on his back. "Xaldain..." She whispered. "I have missed you as well." She closed her eyes. "Please do this one thing for me..."
"Anything." Red Reaper responded with no hesitation.
Her eyes became purple again when she opened them and a knife slid out her sleeve and into her right hand. "Die!"
"Force of Will!" Aqua shouted and pointed to Serenity when she saw that Serenity was going to kill the Red Reaper. Serenity was unable to stab him in the back.
Hojo quickly ran and snagged the Red Reaper away from Serenity.
"Lets get out of here." Fang said as he saw a dark aura around Serenity.
"No..." Red Reaper groaned as he was being taken away. "Serenity!"
"She's not the Serenity you know anymore." Foxy replied as they flew away with Serenity right behind them.
Heaven's Tear
"No." Red Reaper shook his head in denial. "My Serenity is still in there. She is still alive."
"He's badly wounded. We need to take him to our time right away." Fang said.
The Messenger of Time came into sight. "Ready to go?"
"Yes, and fast." Foxy replied.
The Messenger of Time looked down at Red Reaper. "You can't take him along."
"Why not?" Hojo growled.
Fang glared at the Messenger of Time. "If you don't take him with us right now, then you will meet my claws."
"Ok, fine with me." The Messenger of Time replied quickly then made a portal.
They all were transported back to the present, before Serenity shot her arrow that would have killed the Red Reaper.[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Why So Stupid?
Want a darker race? A race fighting for their humanity?
Go here
> pwi-forum.perfectworld.com/showthread.php?t=656132 You know you want to.
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Shota,
I personally don't post many posts on this forum but since this thread was so compassionate from the heart, its a nice gesture to all who either affected you in the game directly or indirectly. Many will miss you but everyone will not forget you. Through all the crying and complaining on these forums, that's one more thread in the books that shine light that there is more to PWI than that meets the eye. For those who leave this world of perfectiveness with a bang or not a bang, they will be remembered in ways that they wouldn't otherwise know.
It is very touching to see players contribute their entries and watch their creativity flow like water in a waterfall. To those who think they don't have a shot at winning or think their entry is not worthy enough, take a shot at it and try. It doesn't hurt to try and maybe by your surprise, you found something new you can build and improve on. All the entries are very creative.
May your future endeavors that you pursue bloom with success and happiness, Shota. Alot of people were touched by you, so in the near future, showing up your face will make someones day brighter and happier without you knowing.
Good luck and god bless in anything you do,
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It's been a fun ride, a lot of nubs died
A lot of laughter at their expense
A lot of friends made, a lot of women laid
And nothing else would have made any sense
A lot of hours wasted, much victory tasted
And the journey was worth the time
A lot of frustration, a lot of anticipation
A lot of ladders to climb
A lot of drama, a lot of karma
A lot of trumpets to waste
A lot of caps, a lot of craps
A lot of people to chase
Sometimes I feel like I want to cry
About the friends I've lost on the way
But inside I know that even if I die
I will see them again another day
So to each their own to how they relate
But this is my own Perfect World fate:
The game I love - the company I hate
And the women I love to ****0 -
Part One: A Lovers Reunion
In a time just before the present state of the world-
Anari lifted her face to welcome the sunlight as it broke the cool morning air. Her senses were sharp, titillated by the contrasting flavors of spring on the Jade Shore. The warm sweet scent of wildflowers carried on a cool salty breeze, the soft throated tenor of songbirds played against the thunderous percussion of waves upon the beach, the dry heat of the sun upon her skin and the cold rocks beneath her unshod feet still dampened by the oceans spray. Anari lowered her gaze to the eastern horizon and tried to shield her face from the sun as it glinted upon the sea. Even amongst the intrusive glare she could still make out the distant white sails of a ship skirting the rocky cove, swiftly moving southward. There was no question about it now, she thought, the ship was close enough. It was definitely pulling into to port. She inhaled a sharp, shallow breath as she flushed with excitement.
Anari turned southward, facing the long white shore, and leapt from her stone perch onto the wet sand. With a fluid movement she landed in a crouch, tilted her body forward, and launched herself across the beach with the prowess of an athlete. Anari loved to run and her body reflected that love in every movement. Her long taught legs pumped rhythmically into the foamy grit beneath her feet. Her lungs burned for oxygen, and her heart battered in her chest as she pounded down the shore. Anari’s thoughts, however, were as scattered as the sand flying behind her. Her mind swelled with both hope and fear. For two long months she had scouted the ships from the north. Any sea faring vessel that dared to sail so close to the rocky shallows of the Widow’s Coast, she learned, was most certainly not headed for the capital city of Archosaur, but to the small camp just north of it. It was a recently built stronghold known simply as ‘Allies Camp’, commissioned by General Coarsair as a gathering point for the armies of the north, and her home of more than eight weeks. Every morning of those eight weeks Anari stood atop the rocky shoals in the shadow of Mount Pike, chasing the ships from the north into harbor.
The guard at the north gate nodded as Anari flew passed him into the walled settlement; her frenzied entrance was now as regular a morning activity to him as the rising sun. Anari slowed to a trot, gasping breaths as she tried to regain her composure. “Tai’Chien!” she cried between breaths of air “Tai’Chien…a ship…another ship!” Anari looked around the camp, and finally saw a friendly face “Kao, have you seen…Tai’Chien?” she gulped. Kao smiled broad, always glad to bear good news, and nodded to Anari “I see her now, look behind you dear.” Anari turned and saw a winged figure gliding in toward the harbor aloft the seaward breeze. “Although,” Kao said, putting his hand on Anari’s shoulder to get her attention “you need not wait for her to tell you the news.” Anari’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest “What news!?” she blurted out. “The scouts have just told me, Anari” he beamed “the ship, it’s from the City of Fortune!” “Keldren!” Anari grabbed Kao by the arms, trembling with anticipation “Keldren! Is he on the ship?” “I,I don’t know yet” Kao stammered looking a little shaken, surprised by Anari’s strong grasp “Perhaps Tai’Chien can answer that. Oh, but pardon me,I must go get my flute! I shall play the crew worthy ballad for their voyage.” With that, Kao broke free from Anari’s grasp and quickly shuffled off.
A fluttering of wings and a gust of air announced the arrival of Tai’Chien, landing quietly behind Anari. The winged elf appeared no older than Anari, and only deep within her grey eyes could one glimps the ages of wisdom she possessed. The two had been friends since Anaris days at the academy. Tai’Chien had been her first year tutor, and had taken an immediate liking to the child. She now traveled with her as an emissary from Plume. “Tai’Chien, the ship! It’s from Fortune! Is Keldren-?“ “It is not the only ship.” Tai’Chien interrupted, her deep melodic voice was tinted with an unnatural urgency “There is another, blowing in with the storm.” “Storm? I didn’t…” Anari looked to the north and at once noticed the thick black sheet spreading its folds against the northern sky. It did not roll across the horizon like any storm she had ever seen, but slid as if pushed by some immense hand. Anari felt a wave of fear blanket over her as swiftly as the coming tempest. It was then she began to hear the alarmed and pleading cries of the passengers from the first ship now pulling into port. “Is…is he?” she pleaded softly, her face ashen. “Yes, he is, alive and well. Now, come Anari, we must gather a…Anari? “But Anari was already gone.
All her hesitation and fear replaced with determination and will, she ran the shoreline again. She knew where her Keldren was, and any obstacle that threatened their reunion could now be dealt with personally. Anari charged towards the storm with inhuman speed, as if to tackle it to the ground. As the clouds ran across the sky like an inky blot to cover the newly risen sun, Anari came to a sudden stop next to a good sized stone in the sand. Charged with desperate strength she threw the stone across the ground, as a child might flick a pebble, and plunged her hand into the sand. After reaching around for a moment Anari grasped what she was searching for and with a twist of her body wrenched it free from its resting place. Held aloft her head was a bright green blade; its eerie sheen seemed to grow brighter as the skies grew darker. It was a gift from Keldren, who carried its twin. He had crafted it for her from the ancient remains of a buried temple he had come across on one of his journeys. The day before Keldren left, Anari had placed her sword upon the sand. Now waving the sword in the air she frantically scanned the darkened horizon, seeing nothing against the tussled waters and jagged rocks. Anari choked down her panic as she scrambled to the top of a stone amongst the foot of Mount Pike. Again she thrust the blade into the air, peering into the stormy sea.
A few moments passed like an eternity, the time measured by breaths rasping in her pounding chest. Swells of wind and rain threatened to tear her barren feet from the slick stone surface. And just as hope seemed to fade in the shadows around her, a faint glint of light answered her from deep within the bowels of the storm. Anari wiped the rain from her eyes to be certain it was real. The green flame on the ocean grew brighter, winking in the torrent now pouring from the skies. The implication was unmistakable. Keldren had answered her. Anari stood still for a moment, tears mixing with the rain, then proceeded carfully down the rocks. Still pointing the sword to the sky, she ran one last time down the beach, guiding the wayward ship past the jagged rocky shallows and towards the harbor of the Allied Camp. Tai’Chien met her approach to the gate with a mixed crew of soldiers, fishermen and some of the apothecary’s aids. They carried with them ropes, blankets, medicine and small canoes. Anari, unable to cary herself any further, collapsed into the arms of her old friend and wept. The soldiers tied some of the ropes to the fishermen, who took the remaining with them in the canoes, expertly guiding there small crafts beyond the swell. Out to the ship they rowed to attaching the thick cords to its battered hull, that were in turn secured by the soldiers to great anchoring posts on the shore. Much of the rest of the camp and many of the previous ship’s crew and passengers had arrived also. With strenuous effort they guided the floundering craft in from the unmanageable waters.
The worn crew emerged from the tattered hull of the ship. Many were taken to small tents and makeshift shelters who were in need of treatment, as the small homes of the camps inhabitants were filled with those who suffered from the worst inflictions. Anari, shaking from both the cold and utter exhaustion, clung to Tai’Chien for support. Together the two moved toward the boarding planks of the ship, weaving through the throngs of crew and passengers. At long last Anari laid eyes on the man she had waited for these past two months. Their gaze crossed, and as if the two exhibited a magnetic pull, they found each other on weak trembling legs. Anari released Tai’Chien, and collapsed into into the arms of her husband. The two fell upon the sand, and laid in each other’s embrace. As Anari wept, Keldren whispered in her ear “I remember, that day upon the beach, the day placed your sword in the sand” he breathed as the rain faded and the storm receded “that day you said to me that if ever I were lost, to look for that green flame, and follow it back to you.”0 -
Lying on the ground,
I stare in amazement,
at flashing feathers.
Man that's a bad Haiku.0 -
In Perfect World, many amazing things occur that make a person look back and laugh or enjoy that moment or memory. Mine would have to been the day when I was in my blademaster file and doing quests near Timberfield, and all of a suden I see a Snow Hare Runing up to me. At first I clicked it to see whose Snow Hare it was, and BAM it was a Wild Snow hare. I couldn;t believe my eyes, and it started to attack me with its cute jumps lol. So, I thought I should get in my venomancer file to tame it, but my venomancer file is in Arch. So.... I loged off and went to venomancer file and teleported there. I looked everywhere for it, and it was gone. And I searched for 10 minutes. So... I gave up. And went back to my blademaster. And It was a Miracle, the bunny returned hopping near a tree. That little rascal lol. So I logged off and went in venomacer file again. And you wouldn;t believe what happened. That cute bunny dissappeared again. Do'Oh. AndI searched again, and still no luck. And when I clicked the tool box to click Log Off, The Bunny came out of nowhere hoping towards me. Now Since I am a level 54 venomancer, I knew my powers would kill it. So... one thing left to do, punch it xD. After I tamed it and kept that bunny as a rememberance of a funny moment that made me laught and gave me hope that no matter what, every second in the game counts. Treasure your memories forever
The End
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Shota,
Very rarely have I come across people that I find it so easy to relate to.I hesitate to use terms like “the real world” because for many of us our characters are merely extensions of our own personalities and the time we spend in game, the relationships we forge, and the fun is very real.
This quote is important to me as few people can manage to see the sense in the attachment to a mere game. You sound level headed, warm and generous to say the least. It's a shame I have not had the pleasure of meeting you.
My journey in a perfect world has not been a long one; you could say my quest started when my brother came to me mentioning this game, which at the time seemed like it would be just like any other MMO. When I started playing though, I came to like the friendliness and helpfulness of the people within, and I find myself becoming ever fonder of it.
My quest continues now to catch up with my brother who waits patiently at level 62 to level with me, and the road seems long indeed. But I can’t help thinking that... this road would seem much, much shorter if I had the added benefit of a shining purple pony!! (I’m a horse lover in real life). Also my brother has always looked after me, in game and out, and it would be great to be able to repay him in some way.
I can only hope that the adventure continues and succeeds to be as good as it’s been so far.
So my story is about the violet lightning.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lilsis. She frequently liked to sit amongst the Ogre Sprouts and watch the world go by.
One day Lilsis went to sit in her usual spot upon the hill at Battlemark Village when suddenly something caught her eye... A large, beautiful horse ran free just across the field! Lilsis jumped up immediately, she ran frantically to keep the horse in sight as it ran into the Bamboo Forest of the Shining Moon. But she could not keep up; she tripped and fell into a tree. By the time she had scrambled to her feet, she could no longer see the horse. She returned home and tried her best to forget about the captivating horse she had seen.
The very next day, Lilsis went for a walk to catch some fresh air along the River of Tranquility, as she glanced to the side, she saw the very same horse she had seen previously just on the other side of the river! With no hesitation Lilsis jumps with a huge splash into the water, much to her surprise, as she entered the water, a Riptide Tortoise decided to latch onto her foot for a free ride across the river. Lilsis tried her best to shake it off, but it had the strongest bite. After the wrestling match Lilsis realised she had been distracted, and the horse had eluded her once again.
With a frustrated determination, she decided to continue searching for it, hoping it hadn’t gone too far. After an unsuccessful walk down the other side of the river however, she was getting a strong sense of deja vu. Unwilling to give up this time, Lilsis decided to travel along the Wolf Totem Valley – a likely route for the horse she thought. The Valley seemed to carry on for miles, and every time she passed under a rock bridge she would think the same thing – ‘Don’t fall on me!’
Eventually she reached Broken Bridge village, which made her look back at the rock bridges with even more worry than she had before. Still no sighting of the horse though. ‘Perhaps one of the villagers saw where it went’ - she thought as she walked past some Hens that were busy pecking away at the ground between two hay stacks. Lilsis approached the guard that called himself Lin. Upon asking the guard if he saw a purple horse pass through, the guard looked down at her and chuckled. He was demanding 100 coins for the information. Lilsis reached deep into her pockets and pulled out everything she had on her, 48 coins and a small Lime stone she had found on the way through the Valley. She was sure she had more though, so she reached in again, only to find a hole this time, through which all of her other coins must have fallen out. She pleaded to the guard for the information and even offered to pay the rest of the money when she could find some, but the guard wanted all of the money up front.
An annoyed Lilsis then spent the next hour asking around the town for any jobs she could do until the Gem Merchant mentioned that they might need some extra help at the Mines.
Impatiently she hurried out of the village back through the Wolf Totem Valley, closing her eyes as she passed under each rock bridge, Then headed north along the path that took her through Wellspring Village and finally to the Mines.
Incredibly tired by this point, Lilsis asked little boy Lai if she could work in the Mines for a few hours. But the boy didn’t think she looked well enough to work. She eventually managed to convince the boy by offering him the Lime stone she was carrying; luckily he liked to collect them.
It was getting dark by the time Lilsis had finished, and she was aching all over. But her determination to find the horse kept her going. After collecting her pay (a measly 60 coins) she had a small rest before heading out again towards Broken Bridge Village. A long time had passed since she last saw the horse, and it was becoming less and less likely that she would see it again, her only hope was that guard Lin knew something of value about it.
Arriving at the Village a few hours later, her feet felt like they were on fire, she gave the 100 coins to Lin and asked him about the horse. ‘Wellspring Village’ he said. Her heart sank, Lilsis had passed Wellspring twice that day already and she hadn’t seen any sign of the horse. Tired and exhausted she collapsed onto the hay stack next to the Hens, rationalising that it had just been a bad day, and fell into a deep sleep. She started to dream about the paradoxical situation of having the horse she wanted, to chase the horse she would then use in the first place to chase the horse she wanted to catch.
The next morning Lilsis was woken by one of the Hens pecking at her ear, the sun was already high in the sky and there was a little girl sitting not far from her drawing something on a piece of parchment.
‘What’s your name?’ Lilsis asked.
‘My name is Little Daisy’ she replied, standing up from her drawing, ‘Do you like the pony I’ve drawn?’
Lilsis instantly sprung to her feet and dashed over to have a look, it looked just like horse she had been chasing. With renewed hope she asked about the drawing, and Little Daisy mentioned seeing them all the time in a place known as Archosaur. Lilsis offered the last 8 coins she had, in exchange for the drawing, thanked the little girl and readied herself to travel to the big city, with one last look at the drawing and an angry glance towards guard Lin she set off.
It took her the rest of the day to travel to Archosaur, and she passed many interesting things on the way, but nothing was going to distract her when she had such a good chance of finding out about the purple horse she wanted so desperately.
Eventually arriving in Archosaur brought about mixed feelings for Lilsis, on the one hand there was the joy of seeing her favourite type of horse again, and on the other hand, there was the heartbreaking sadness she was feeling from the knowledge that she picked up from passers by. It was known as a Violet Lightning horse and it would cost her at least 3,000,000 coins to own one. Nearly destroyed by the news Lilsis was preparing to head back to her life in Battlemark Village when she overheard a group of wizards talking about a most generous lady called ‘Shota’ who was apparently willing to part with all of her hard earned coins, in exchange for a story. Lilsis thought that it was too good to be true, she must have misheard them, she did after all have an ear that had been pecked to bits... but she wasn’t going to take any chances. She sat down at a nearby table, turned over the parchment she had bought from Little Daisy and began to write the most flattering story about Shota that it is possible to write. It was made trickier by the fact that Shota seemed like an amazing person anyway, so everything she wrote had to be re-written many times, making it better and better each time until it was good enough to be flattering and not just fact.
Finally satisfied that she had written a good enough story, she posted it off and waited, hoping it would be good enough. Hoping this wonderful lady would make her dreams come true.
Lilsis returned to her home in Battlemark, and sat by the post box. Every minute that passed was torture for her; she waited and waited and waited for days on end.
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This is my entry - dont take it too seriously
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Sundown.
In west Archosaur, born and raised
On the Auction house was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all smart
And all bidding on items, it really is an art
When a couple of barbs
Who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little Duel and my Elder got scared
He said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Sundown'
I whistled for a mount and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice on its ear
If anything I can say this mount looked run down
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Sundown'
I pulled up to the town, the tailor looked great
And I yelled to the rider 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Sundown0 -
Ah, Prince of Bel Air.....good days, good days....0
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The time has come. My bones are tired... so tired...
My old mounts have earned their rest, and my gear eagers for its final rest.
But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself.
I am known as Shota.
Yes i know, my reputation surpasses me.
All across the land bards sing about my deeds, commoners celebrate my accomplishments and warriors envy the fortune i have gathered.
But people are blind... blind like i once was, for there is no taking without giving, and the toll is just too high.
This war, this wretched war, is all i have ever known since i arrived into this world.
Yes this world... this perfect world... Staind by sin and corruption, by hate, evil and greed... Staind by the Wraith.
Cursed be the Wraith for delivering misery upon us, and cursed be the shallow dreams of fame and glory that illude our childrens hearts, leading them to certain death.
Fame and glory they say... Heroes... Champions... NONSENSE.
Where is the glory when your companion dies by your side?
Will the coins take away your pain? Will a pocket full of gold take away the stench of a battlefield at sundown?
It sickens me, how easily people forget those who have fallen for them and worship those who were lucky enough to survive.
But i will never forget and i WILL NEVER let anyone forget those who fell in battle, fighting for our children, our future and our land.
They deserve much more than being forsaken, much more than falling into oblivion.
In the battlefield we do not find strangers, commoners or kings... in the heat of battle we are all brothers and sisters... and i have buried too many for too long.
Where would i be without them? My brothers, my sisters.. my friends.
In times like these, those who honor your with such devoted friendship, are the ones who keep your heart from turning into an ice cold rock, they are the ones who keep you sane, and such friendship, such love, is what defines a true Champion.
But please, dont get me wrong!
I know this war must be fought AND IT MUST BE WON, but when a man or a woman yield a weapon, it must be done for the right reasons and not for foolish dreams of greatness and wealth.
I have walked that path and paid the price.. Fortunally, i came across with those who i now call friends, they opened my eyes to the true meaning of it all... I feel trully blessed.
But now its time for me to step aside and give room to new blood... new blood that will surely be shed by some cursed blade.
Do not derail from the true path stranger, for true rewards will come to those who fight not for themselves but for the others.
Live long and fight well. May the Gods protect you.[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]0 -
Q.Q that was butiefuli like pie0
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Yeah, it's me. Don't read to much into it, though; I'm only here for myself now, killin' time and chillin' when need-be. So sue me. Tch...0 -
((Yo. This is my entry for the contest. There may or may not be a second part, depending on if I can complete it in time for the deadline. I've seen many amazing entries so far by such talented people, and I hope folks will enjoy this piece as much as the others I've read. Kudos, ye artists of the pen!))Delarian: Travels of a Winged Elf
The Beginning
A lofty pair of thoughtful eyes noted that the City of the Plume could possibly be more beautiful than he’d ever seen it before underneath the illumination of the heavens. The waxing moon reflected brilliantly off of the smoothly flowing waters of the river winding around the city, tossing sparks of natural magic to frolic with the stars on high, while the lush vegetation waved their stalks in reverence of the life-giving elements of the world. Benevolent vines curled around marble pillars, and moss clung respectfully to the feet of the statues of past heroes, while homes made of the basest of materials warmly welcomed guests to take shelter for the night. And towering above all, the sizable monolith of a Tree that provided shelter for the entire city stood vigil even in the earliest of hours. Even from a generous distance, this giant could be seen as the symbol of greatness and purity of the Elves.
Unfortunately, the silent beauty of Plume was taken for granted by the bustling foreigners that resided within it under the bright twilight stars. It had been this way since the alliance had banded the three races of the world together by need and fear of a common enemy. Instead of the insistent chatter of the Humans and Untamed below, the fragile night would have only been broken by the quiet murmurs of the Winged Elves and the telltale beating of feathers upon the same wind that even now gently disturbed strands of his auburn hair. He was of a noble and proud race, though not to the point of needless stupidity… though it had come very close to just that. The war with the Humans over the Heaven’s Tear had taken a horrible toll on both races, even before the second emergence of the Wraith had caused clouded visions to turn towards a united defense.
His gaze shifted to look down at the knees of the light, comfortable silks he was wearing. Even in the semi-darkness, his keen vision could easily make out the traditional patterns that branded him a cleric in the eyes of his people: a healer of wounds of the soul as well as the flesh. The calls for citizens to take up arms had grown so strong that any young non-Elf male who still worked to support a normal living was almost looked upon with dishonor. The sapphire-blue pupils traced the delicate embroideries upon the material with care, and a finger came to add the sensation of touch. With the increase of violence came the consequential increase in need upon anyone with even the slightest aptitude for healing. It had all felt like a flying dream for so long; where he could soar half-asleep on lazy air currents for hours at a time. So many that couldn’t be saved, and the haunted faces of the survivors were almost more than one soul could bear. Delarian closed his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to push these memories away. And yet, he had worn these garments before even the Wraith had been heard of.
Before they had invaded the land. Before they had destroyed so many outlying towns and slaughtered their denizens like cattle. Before it was made unto mandatory law that all youngling Elves must be restricted to flight within the City for their own protection. So much in so short a time. And yet…
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Delarian balled up a section of the precious silks into a fist as he forced his emotions to stabilize. His face retained a facade of stoicism as he tilted his head blindly towards the heavens, which he knew were sadly blocked by the upper boughs of the great Tree that acted as the silent guardian of the city. From his perch at the edge of one of the natural outcroppings along the trunk, the only stars he could have seen were in the distance. None of the ones directly above. The sky was closed to him.
All of the Winged Elves were gifted by the Gods: given the power of flight as a right of birth. How better to celebrate life than with the freedom and purity that only dancing amongst the skies could bring? They were all born with white wings that grew - and sometimes changed - as they aged, and Delarian was no exception. His own moonlight-soft wings rustled quietly behind him, voicing the agitation that his face refused to show.
A fortnight ago, he could have stated truthfully that he was as satisfied as he could be within the city’s limits. But now, would he have been able to look the Elder in the eyes, tell her honestly that his decision had been too hasty, and he wished for nothing more than to stay? Why was this sudden need to leave upon him? Had he been looking for an excuse? Or had that Human’s storytelling turned a key within his mind? He pushed these circular thoughts away. His people were rarely seen outside of the city, unless they were the far-flying messengers by trade. His hand clenched tightly enough on his pant leg that he could feel his nails digging into his palm through the material. Were they merely birds with clipped feathers, hiding out their lives with the threat of the Wraith surrounding them? Perhaps they would be safer, but how long would that last?
He had perused these heavy thoughts with additional information he had obtained from travels to the local towns on temporarily loan as a healer. It is nigh-impossible for a rabbit to disguise itself from the keen eyes of the hawk circling above, and so his short trips away from the city proper had revealed unaccounted damage that was beyond the eyes of the citizens. So many mistakes and so many precautions. The flora and fauna of the region were becoming infected by the Wraiths’ evil taint, and even the best of efforts to find a cure had as of yet only failed. The only solution, though temporary, to be found was to cull any creature that showed extraordinary aggression towards anything sentient. Grim times, indeed, when taking a walk just outside the city borders meant risking yourself. It was now advised to travel in groups of three or more, and have at least one member of your party be handy with magic or weapons. Reports from farther afield stated that the dead, as well as the living, were being manipulated by the Wraiths’ energy. Ghouls stalked outside even the great ancestral city of Archosaur, and destroying them only provided chance for more soldiers to fall and rise once again to continue what was beginning to seem a hopeless fight.
He drew his wings around himself to form a natural cloak, as if to keep out the imagined deathly chill he could detect in the deceptively warm nighttime breeze that ruffled his feathers. Delarian suppressed a shudder, his arms crossing underneath his plumed shield. The chatter of the outsiders below seemed impossibly distant as he looked up at the stars again, listening absently. Sure enough, they were dealing with the mainly practical matters at hand, discussing the haggling of prices for supplies or the looks of the lady Elves that were posted to guard the borders of Plume. They had come from the far away kingdoms of their respective races to his peoples’ city on a mission of great importance. The band was relatively small: a gathering of four, containing mostly Humans, but with a single Untamed warrior within their ranks. He had gotten a personal audience with their leader as he patched up a badly bruised arm on the rugged Human.
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The black-haired man had an unshaven appearance from his constant travelling, but it was a deception of sorts, after finding that he was eloquently spoken, as well as passionate about his cause. Through the short time the relatively simple healing took, he hadn’t stopped speaking of the evils of the Wraith, and his past damaging assaults on their bases of operation. After inquiring further out of thinly-veiled intrigue, Jansolm, as the Human was called, recounted his run-ins with all sorts of magically altered creatures. Nightmares that could instill fear in the hearts of the most courageous men, and beauty that could melt even the most chilled of souls.
Delarian had sat in silence, captivated by Jansolm’s charismatic detailings for the better part of an hour after he had stemmed his healing power. He had been training and exercising his skills within the city for as long as he could remember. The wonders, and terrors, of the world were not lost upon his eager imagination.
There had been other travelers who had come to Plume in search of aid: claiming to be elite strike forces that would decimate the Wraiths’ horrible armies. Or some who had come to the end of their travels; a cloak of sadness and terrible knowing always dragging behind them. And then there was the rare occasion, becoming more common by the month, of some collapsing at the edge of the sentries’ vision. Many a time, they did not survive long enough for a healing to be attempted after being brought back to the city.
But Jansolm’s tales were different and yet the same as the stories he had heard from the few far-flyers that brought news from different areas of the continent. The same because they had confirmed things that the far-flyers had mentioned seeing from a safe distance. Different because the man had been face to face with these things and lived to tell about them. The man was a survivor, and he had mentioned his band was looking for a few more to join their travels. “And especially,” he had mentioned somewhere within his stories, “We would prefer someone who was gifted with the healing arts. They would be a priceless addition to an already competent team. Now, if only the Gods had permitted us one such person as we passed through the Shining Tidewood a few weeks back…”
After finishing, he had persuaded Delarian to meet with the rest of the team on the excuse of allowing them to express their gratitude for his assistance on their mission. The Elf had bowed respectively to each through the murmured praise, though the names of the others had slipped through one ear and out the other as he looked them over discreetly. They were a hardy bunch, and it was not just by judging them by the numerous scars that lined their faces and visible skin. Their postures bespoke constant watchfulness and an almost primal grace.
After wishing them well, Jansolm had asked to speak with him privately a moment before returning to the dual-purpose of coming to Plume. As well as a scouting mission to recruit one or more of the Elves, they needed to resupply for the next leg of their journey. Delarian had not been prepared for the sudden usage of his given name, nor the blunt words that followed from the grizzled Human’s lips.
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"Delarian Lo’Shiel, I have spoken with many different people in my life, and I have come to tell when a man is thinking of taking a step off of a cliff just to see how far he can fall." He had grinned, showing humor through the chipped, jagged teeth. "If you are truly considering joining us on our mission, you should let me know by twilight on the morrow. We leave as soon as the sun’s first rays bloom over the land the day following."
Delarian regarded the man coolly for a few seconds as he gathered his thoughts, which had suddenly scattered like so many motes upon the breeze. The fact alone that the warrior had guessed at his thoughts so accurately had unnerved him. At last, he spoke in the quiet, even tone that his people were so fond of. "My duty is first to my people. If I had even the slightest intention of coming, I would have to have a thorough discourse with the Elder. Do not raise your hopes only to dash them against a mountaintop."
The man chuckled heartily, a habit that Delarian found both disconcerting as well as awkward for being such an open gesture. "Very well! But know this: change is not always something to scorn, even if it has its own dangers." Another chuckle, and the man ambled off in the general direction of the city market, leaving Delarian to his own conflicting thoughts.
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The wings fanning around his body did nothing to prevent the cold thrill creeping into his limbs. He had spent the entirety of the day and night prior considering Jansolm’s words, and he was still not satisfied with himself. His thoughts were so intense that even sleep evaded his grasp. He could not tell what had motivated him to consider the Human’s offer more. Was it to aid his people and their struggle with the evils of this world in order to end the suffering brought about by the Wraith?
Or was it purely selfishness? The temptation of change itself? The freedom of journeying where few, even the Winged, have gone before?
Delarian bit his lip lightly as he attempted to look inwardly on himself. His argument to the Elder had been full of the positive, ambassadorial light that a group consisting of all three of the different races would generate, as well as the worldly experience he would receive with a competent group of adventurers. He would also be helping the world cleanse itself of the Wraith wherever he would venture. Was all of what he said simply a half-truth to himself? What did he really want? His sudden eagerness to leave the city continued to surprise him, even as guilt dragged his wingtips down to touch the dirt.
But what was done, was done. The decision had been made by him, and was granted the blessing of the Elder. He unclenched his hand from the now-wrinkled silk of his leggings; his knuckles coming away white with the intensity. He was going to leave this garb within the city, as there was no need for additional obviousness amongst the group he was travelling with. The warriors of his people were trained exceptionally in the arts of healing and marksmanship. If one travelled with wings, no matter their dress, they would surely be sought out for any number of ails or illnesses.
The side-strung pack resting innocently next to him was bulging with all manner of edible non-perishables, as well as a couple sets of resilient, tailor-made linen clothes. It also carried a small number of useful things that he deemed light enough to bring without additional hassle. Blue eyes swung from the heavens for a moment to peer hesitantly at this ultimate symbol of departure. All a flying dream, and yet now so sharply real. The retreating face of the moon behind the distant northern mountains cast its last beams upon the tanned, stitched leather. Crudely-made packs such as this were rarely ever worn by the Winged. It was sturdily made, but it lacked any sort of ornamentation or extravagance. They were both unnecessary, however. Time would eventually fade any colors that had been dyed into the material, as well as remove any careless trinkets tied onto the straps. Effectively, it was made simply to weather the most hostile conditions that could crop up on his travels, and weather it well. It would have to endure hardship that would never have been faced had it remained beneath the canopy of the great Tree above.
Like his pack, smelling of freshly oiled leather, Delarian felt newly-made in a sense. He had been given a path; a goal of sorts. Perhaps it was this the Elder had seen behind the anxiousness he attempted so desperately to hide, even more than the additional benefits he had mentioned? He would probably never be completely certain. All he did know was that he was to take his leave come the dawn. His eyes closed and his chin dropped to bow against his chest. He would try to get some rest while the slumbering hours were still upon him. Gods knew he would neither expect, nor receive, any respite from the others when it came time to depart.
The moon soon disappeared behind the mountains, denoting the few remaining hours before the first light of the sun would grace the land and illuminate the path he would take with his new companions.
He would be there to meet it with a brave spirit, and the wind under his wings.0 -
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The sky was a hazy purple and the stars so bright she thought at any moment they would burst and Eden itself would come pouring down before her very eyes. Hekate could not help but to sigh, her mind filled with dreadful thoughts. Thoughts of so much death that even the beauty before her did not sway it. The Wraith attacks were increasing by the day. More of her brethren had fallen the night prior. Even after six long years, those words that have haunted her night after night filled her mind once more.
“Daughter of mine you were always meant to follow the path of your people. You cannot do that wandering about searching for forgotten treasures and fantastical creatures!" Her mother's sing-song voice was replaced by one of bitterness and sorrow. The death of Hekate’s father did not help the overflowing sadness that her mother, Chandra, now felt. Not only was she to lose her beloved, but now her daughter too.
“I know you would have expected better of me … to be as all the young maidens are. Learning of buds, roses, and weeds! But I am not like them. I never have been!” At the age of sixteen, Hekate was as rebellious as ever. Her father had seen to that, always wanting her to know of things that were meant for warriors, and travelers … for men. She was exasperated that her mother would even wish her to be what she was not. “It is already settled. I leave on the morrow for The Cave of the Vicious.”
It had been so long ago, yet she could still hear the echoing of her mother’s sobs as she left. Her mother had needed her to stay. Yet all Hekate could see was adventure, the promise of something more. She did not need the steady education of books, love poems, of blushing courtships, and broken promises. She was more than that. She was an adventurer.
Oh the thoughts of the young. She was still young … but already a seasoned warrior. If only she had known what she was walking into, would she have stayed? Would she already be married to a gentle cleric and have kin of her own? That is what her family had wanted for her.
Even now, with those stars up above mapping out the night sky, Hekate knew this is where she belonged. The knowing of future battles up ahead made the air shivering with anticipation. She knew this is what her father had loved. Campaign after campaign had run through the land. First to fall were the mutated twisted creatures of Scorpion Valley. Yet that was not far enough away from her childhood home, City of Plume. No, she needed more distance between her and those memories.
Taking refuge at the Gate of Antiquity had been a harrowing thing indeed. The look of hope on the villager’s faces was waning. Hekate was certain that the news of their initial loss traveled very fast. Weary and dreadful to the bone, her companions in war were rattled after two unsuccessful attempts at breaching the Wraith’s assault at Dragon’s End. The Fortress of the Talon was already swarming with evil. An evil she had no way of overcoming, not yet at least.
Nearly heartbroken at the thought of losing many more of her people, she ran cool fingertips against the line of her brow. What should the next step be? There has to be another way to beat them she thought. So many plans of battle running through her mind, she laughed. This surely was not the same line of thinking of her past self. She had been naive to think that right now she would be amassed in riches and known as one of the most successful treasure hunters and warriors from the City of Plume.
Neither did she know that she was about to get a rather large distraction, and perhaps some help. Dust was kicked up nearby as paws, and hooves scratched the ground, carrying riders in bulky amounts of armor. But that bulk was soon recognized as not the armor itself, but of those that wore it. “Beasts!” a towns person hissed. “It is some of Untamed and more warriors!” one of her fellow officers yelled.
Hekate had heard rumors that the Untamed were also joining this war against the Wraiths. But to be honest this was the first time she had ever truly seen these Barbarians. The leader of this mercenary pack rose from his flaming mount stroked his armored paws in the lion’s mane and set off towards her and the small group settled outside the town inn.
“I hear there is need of brute force in this war against those abominations!” His voice had a hard edge to it; she had thought he had growled at the end of it. But that could have been her imagination. She had not even noticed that even now the rest of the mercenary squad was not one and all of the Untamed, but of many races combined. Her eyes were solely locked on the leader, for she already knew that one day this force to be reckoned with was to be hers.
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Peace no longer rules and harmony no longer prevails...
Many cycles have passed since the Wraith arrived, bringing with them the horrors of a never-ending war.
All across the land, there are sightings of horrible creatures that atack without mercy.
Hordes of foes invade, pillage and burn defenseless vilages. Men, women, elder, children.... noone is spared... noone is safe.
By the Gods, what did we do to deserve this?
The smell of death has overtaken the flowery scent that once played in the wind breeze, and the beauty of this land is scorched by the presence of the hell spawned fiends that hunt us down and torment us all.
There is no safe haven, and only fools feel safe.
I hope one day to be remembered for who i am and for what ive fought, just as i remember the names of all those who fought by my side, those who lived to fight another day, and those who died in the name of hope, and in the promisse of a free, perfect world.
Yes... sometimes our name is all we have, and when the time comes for me to departure this mortal coil, the Gods themselves will greet me at their kingdoms gate, and the name Shota will be shout at the four winds.. and i will live forever.
I dream of the day when my weapon will not be needed anymore, but for the time being, this faithful companions journey is far from over and it must follow me everywhere i go, for she is my guardian, my protector, my life.
I have travelled a lot... seen more than most men or women. Shed blood... pierced flesh. I have been wounded and left to die...
Hell, i have faced Death itself eye to eye, and still here i am. You could say im one the lucky ones, but i would have to disagree.
Its hard to grasp on hope when every cave and every hole in the land, becomes an infested nest of these cursed malevolant fiends, but everywhere i go, i also find signs of friendship and love. Yes, that alone fills my heart with courage and gives me the strenght to keep fighting the minions of foes that cross my path, and the morale lowering toughts that sometimes cross my mind.
I have teamed up with all sorts of warriors... gained and lost friends in the battlefields.
Only the Gods know how many minions fell at my feet... so many blood was shed and still it is not enough... it is never enough.
The Wraith keep coming, wave after wave. For every one we kill, three more appear...
Will i ever know peace? Will we drive this evil away? Will my heart still beat at the end of the day?
In the end... it doesnt matter.0 -
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The rush of blood rang in her ears in rhythm with her heart. It took all she could to bring herself within the mouth of that unholy place. It had not been easy to admit that she wanted to turn and run, run as far away as she possibly could. The wraiths were gathering in such force that so many were sure the battle was lost.
“Priest, our commander is inside.” The weary blade master lifted a hand to swipe at his brow. He sighed, his voice remained low. “Hekate, we did not wish to leave him there...but to move him…” Worry wrecked on his face. Hekate grasped his forearm briefly. With all the effort she could muster she smiled up at him. ”Korrik, you have done all you could. Now let us see what I can do. Lead the way, officer.”
Their forces had gained in numbers since the day the mercenaries joined their party. Since that fateful day, Hekate had grown to know each and every one of these brave soldiers, fighting by their side, aiding them when no one else could. Even now with Korrik leading the way, sword drawn, Hekate could only wonder what has happened to their leader. Roov where are you? Her thoughts were weighed down as she could only imagine what that brute has gotten himself into.
“Here! He is here!” Two others emerged from darkness. Torches lit anew, they flickered as a gush of wind sped past them. Not from the caves opening at their backs, but from the distance ahead, a ghostly breeze carrying the scent of death on it.
“Ugh, get me out of here before that stench kills me!” Laid out as if he were a king, a silver threaded blanket laid over top of him, Roov pushed up on his elbows. “I am alright…Just a scratch really. I would have left already if they had not told me you were coming to my rescue.” Hekate shivered slightly, pulling her cloak closer to her small frame. Roov devilishly gazed at her and she looked away.
Hekate’s breath caught in her throat as a shadow passed over them. The torches flickered, threatening to extinguish. The sound of hooves hitting rock echoed from afar, “Death knights!” Someone hissed and just as quickly swords were drawn and Roov was on his feet. Hekate flinched slightly as she was surrounded by large masses of armored bodies and sharp blades and axes.
There it was again, that feeling of her stomach knotting up, Hekate tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Even though she was fighting it, those pale eyes of hers traveled up the hard being in front of her and to her surprise he was staring at her, he was indeed the source of her discomfort. “Stay close, milady. Sadly this will not be as enjoyable for you…or will it?” Oh he taunted her, his eyes traveled down to her hand as she gripped firmly at the hilt of her sword. It was the only thing that did not falter; she was unshakable in battle once she was chin deep in it.
Hooves beat against the rock bottom of the cave, sending out shocking echoes throughout. The men around her did not sway. Their circular formation was a steady shield around her. They were protecting her though, not their commander who led the defense.
Hekate moved a hand up to the commander’s shoulder for a brief moment, his head jerked back to gaze at her, a beastial snarl on his face softened slightly. “You are still injured.” She whispered gently, but before there could even be a reaction she was thrown back against those behind her. “Wraith demon!” Ripped through the air as swords clashed and an assault of their foe pushed from the shadows into the wall of them.
Blood scent tinged the air as the battle went on. Blades cutting through decaying wraith flesh, Hekate felt the electricity tingling at her fingertips as she grasped hold of her sword brought it back as if she were pulling tautly at a long bow. White light formed and shot forth as she released an arrow of energy into the chest of the enemy.
To her left, Korrik swayed and fell to one knee as he finished one of the death knights off in a single thrust into its cold black heart. The corpse shivered as black sludge poured from its wound. “Evil vile creatures…” The blade master spat out as he held his midsection, his life blood passing between gloved fingers.
Hekate went to his side immediately, her hands searching over the area he held. Those large eyes unfocused for a brief moment, inner knowing kicked in and she could feel the thread of his soul thinning. With her eyes closed she began singing softly in her people’s native tongue, a song of beauty and of peace. With each word spoken the air began to tingle, a white light building between the two that seemed to drift down and center on the pain beneath the blade masters fingers.
“Priest!” Korrik threw himself forward into her knocking her back against the wall of the cave just as hooves passed over where they just were. The blade master rested back against the wall and sighed. “Go, they need you now.” His head nodded to the strike ahead then he focused on moving side sliced pieces of mesh, searching for the wound that had threatened to slice him in two. “Tis gone…” He whispered.
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I fear that if my demons are to leave me, my angel's will take flight as well.0 -
...continued...
With her sword draw, Hekate rushed towards the group of slashing swords, axes, and oncoming arrows. A sharp word sprung from her lips and the entire group was bathed in a myriad of colors that made the skin prick with energy. Her body trembled ever so slightly as the life threads of those around her tapped into her own which was solely connected to a higher force. The beating heart of this world surged through her. She was a vessel of this perfect world and she had chosen to use it to save lives.
As the last of the wraith onslaught was distinguished the warriors drew back as a whole. “Back to camp…we will deal with this foe another night.” Hekate could see the weariness on the faces of those around her. And even though their commander was in well enough condition previously, he was not now. His limp form was settled upon a liter, he was in no condition to argue right now.
Two nights had passed; Roov had still not become fully lucid. His nights were filled with terrifying dreams, horrors that he had never witnessed before. By his side, Hekate sat, her small hand resting on his. She had made all the arrangements for his comfort, yet even with the smallest of healings; he had still not yet awakened.
“Barbarian, what troubles your mind so much…?” Her voice was like a cool mist on the night’s air. He had been badly wounded in the battle, yet all the physical wounds were healed nights ago. Now everyone was awaiting word on him awakening.
Remembering back to the very day she had first seen this creature of the untamed and his hardened group of vigilante’s she could not help but laugh. So much had changed already. Battle after battle had been sieged on the wraiths. She had watched as they all made it through hell and high water to get to where they were now. She would not let this creature, this man, fall because of some unknown haunting that captured his mind.
If only her mother were here now, with all her knowledge in such things, of herbs and miracles cures. Hekate sighed and rested her forehead down on the edge of the cot in front of her. What should she do? “Hmm…” Hekate looked up to the barbarian’s troubled face. What would it hurt to try and heal him once again?
Lifting herself to sit on the bedside, she rubbed her hands together to warm them briefly and then placed them upon Roov’s bare chest. Fingertips brushed into the rich fur there, and her cheeks turned red. “Grr… that was not a proper thing to think of when he’s not conscious! Well, it’s not a proper thing to think of ever!” She muttered to herself. Closing her eyes she focused on the energy connection.
Slowly manipulating the energies that sprung from her form and surrounded her, she enveloped the barbarian in as well. She could already feel it working its way over his entire form, searching for any ailments. The colours seemed to be a cool even white. This perplexed her, there were no immediate “hot spots” that would indicate a wounded area. “Tsk…Roov please wake up. Expel those demons of yours!” She pleaded and wound her fingers into his hand.
“Ah but if I do that…if they were to leave me, I fear my angel will take flight as well.” Roov cleared his throat after growling that softly. His red hot gaze returned and it was drilling straight into her soul. Hekate pulled her hand away quickly only to find that she was unable to. He held her firmly. “You’re awake…good.” She felt a shiver go down her spine, her gaze studying his hand holding hers.
“You know, Milady, I think you love me.” A mischievous smile came over him suddenly and he lifted himself into a sitting position, her hand still captured by his own. “I what? Of all the school age fantasies that anyone could…” She was rambling on a little bit, nervously at that. But Roov quickly cut her off by pulling her up into his lap. There was no mistaking now.
Hekate still could not understand what was happening with her. Her heart was racing a million wing flaps over again and again. She started counting how many herbs she could think of that were growing in the wild just outside of camp. But that was quickly done away with as well as she looked up into those deep autumn red eyes of his. “You know you love me.” There was an amusement in his tone as he continued, “You want to marry me and have my pups, Priest.”
Quite suddenly she gasped and pulled away, only to be captured again and pressed into him. There was a brightness that surrounded them. Almost burning to the touch, it disoriented her and then came clarity…all the searching, the running away from something if only to find it. She now believed she had. She had always been searching for what her mother lost when Hekate’s father had died. Love. Hekate laughed and looked up to Roov’s face. “You are absolutely right. I love you, Barbarian.”
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