“I know that look. I’ve seen it on the faces of those who came before you, slinging weapons and hurling self-righteous insults, just like you. It’s a pretty selfish look, if you ask me. You came here looking for prestige and respect, but all you’ll find is an early death. Like the fools scattered at your feet, you’ll die as you lived. Unknown and insignificant. A mortal too stupid to see his own limits.”
Every hissing word that escaped that dragon’s jagged maw made Nethelio violently angry. What did a Fallen creature know about...
Dovidia could brag of many things. It was the largest empire in the entirety of Albion and among the largest in all three of the inhabited continents. It was the center of the Church, the organization that oversaw the many denominations of the Good God’s faith on the continent. It was also a melting pot of a nation that was proactive in welcoming people of all shapes and sizes, so long as their spirit wasn’t blackened.
The power and influence Dovidia held was unparalleled. The current ruler united a religion across a land by winning favor with kings,...
Roads are like veins running through a countryside. Any towns lucky enough to be situated on populated pathways were bound to thrive. They brought hungry travelers and curious pedestrians straight through the heart, to the very doors of any business. It was barely possible to maintain a simple town in these areas—too many people would settle down and turn it into something more urban. This was especially true for the villages that sat on the roads heading to Albion’s capital.
“Because we all haven’t heard that one before. Yes, we’re insane. But so is the enemy that could damn well take over the world. If we want to take them down, we need to resort to extreme measures. Illegal measures. We don’t care if it’s risky. That just means, best case scenario, it works.”
“And worst case scenario, everything goes wrong. People die. Society collapses. Those of us who survive the fallout lose our jobs and become pariahs, hated by the entire world. Who’s going to do the job when none of us can?”
Since the rp is dead, I never did get to go into details about Zephyr's memory loss. In fact, that was the character arc I was hoping to lead into along with K0V's story before it died off. So here's the beginning of what I had in mind. There are obvious holes in the story that I was planning to fill in with whatever K0V and I led into.
I also had an idea for Marianne that goes deeper, as hinted, and I might post a piece of that here too, just for the hell of it. But there is a lot of preface missing for that, so I might not.
Quenser Procopio grimaced reluctantly as he stared down the large door that seemed to loom over him. He would have never expected to have to make a personal visit to this place. Eden’s Detention Center, also known as the ‘Cherub’s Cage of Fire’, or simply ‘Cage of Fire’, was truly the insurmountable gate to and from hell. In all of Eden’s admittedly short history, not a single person sentenced to spend any amount of time here ever saw daylight until their release. On an island nation where every student who could potentially be sent to such a place had an impressive amount of...
It was almost time for the attack to begin. All the troops lined their positions, both to attack and defend. How they put up this fight for a thousand years is beyond belief, but this was their last stand; if they failed here it would mean absolute victory for those of the darkness. The elites that would guard Toshirio on his journey gathered at a the rear of the battalion. Their orders were brief and simple, but the mission itself would be the complete opposite. Moving Toshirio in the midst of the battle would prove to be more of a risk than would be necessary, but for him to move away...
The time has once again come for the forces of light to make their advance. All the hopes for this campaign rests on the shoulder of one man. It would take approximately four days for them to push through to the Valley of Beginnings and Ends, and an additional two days to push through to the Temple of Balance. Although they were outnumbered, although the fact remained that many of them will not return to greet their families again; they take up their arms and march forward. A group of elites among them are charged with the task of making sure Toshirio makes it to the Temple. The most...
"This is it brother, this is where we end this." Toshirio's eyes shone with determination. After all he had been through to get to this point, the rest seemed to be simple.
"Brother are you sure you can do this?" His brother was worried as always. As strong as Toshirio was, the past champions were probably just as strong if not stronger.
"Don't worry brother this is going to be easy! After all this guy is probably weaker than we were told." Nothing would phase him. He would end the turmoil, the endless suffering the light had undergone in the past thousand...
This Club is such an amazing place, y'know? But it's also a ghost town, with barely anyone around...heck, if the comment below mine can be treated as an indicator, even the original participants of the club are leaving. I wasn't here nearly as long as most of you guys were, but from the short time i was here, i can say with confidence that this club was full of the coolest, smartest, and most creative people i've ever met, and it's sad to see it so empty. I wish all 168 of you the best of luck!
Posted over a year ago
I need to definitely say goodbye to this club. I was, what, the 3rd fan, or something? Then, I got a medal for it. It was my fourth medal. I even managed to get the only die-hard on this club. I'll miss this place, too. This was another home club for me back in the day. A lot of good writing went on here.
Goodbye, guys! Take it easy.
Posted over a year ago