Episode 1: Allies Are Found. Domina Under Attack.
A young jumi knight made his way through the crowded town square in the peaceful town of Domina. His green cape brushed the ground behind his steps. He stood out immediately in this particular crowd due to his bright green hat and purple clothing. His companion, not much less conspicuous than him, was garbed in a long white robe with a pearl necklace hanging from her neck. A long sword in it's scabbard clanked against the knight's thigh as he walked with booted feet. This knight was obviously accustomed to travel as his only armor was an obsidian hauberk. His green cape was sewn from f
Bartz shuffled his way along the edge, carefully placing one foot next to the other. "Almost there, Terra," he called, his voice sounding more shaky than he liked.
The girl next to him made an uncertain noise in reply. Her head was bowed, her green hair falling in her face as she stared over the edge. Horror was reflected in her eyes.
Bartz cautiously leaned out to look down as well. The narrow strip of grass they were currently standing on dropped off sharply to reveal a blue sky and white clouds trailing lazily by. Looking to see where it ended, he tilted out so far that in a frightening moment, he lost his balance. Cold fear ripped thr
Once there was a man named Cid. Of the ancient Lufaine race, Cid was a kind man who cared deeply for his wife and the son they had adopted. However, life was not kind to the man, for upon seeing the potential within the boy, the rulers of the world wished to make him into a weapon. Cid and his wife tried desperately to save their son, culminating in their own capture and an escape. Cid fled only to find his wife no longer with him, having been shot on her way out. Full of fury and agony at the course of events, Cid found himself within the Endless Void, now contacted by the great dragon Shinryuu. A pact was formed between the two, creating
The black pillar of smoke that rose from the southwestern region of glittering Lighthalzen was so big and thick that the guards deployed from the barracks up north of the city thought that it had come out of a scene from one of their worst nightmares. The black bulges of smoke and filth had blotted out the light of the stars in that part of the city. An unbelievable stench, comparable only to the grime and scum from the slums, wafted in all directions. People gagged and vomited on the spot. The siren rang shrilly through the night. Most of the citizens from the region had already been evacuated, and forty minutes ago, Rekenber Corporation had
My son, we have to find that kid again. said Goatlord.
D-d-daddy! What are you saying?! That monster will kill us if you find he! said Junior, in despair. the thunders were flashing constantly over the skies.
Dont worry my son. Im sure he wont hurt us anymore. said Goatlord, securely.
Goatlord walked through the forests in the direction of Glast Heim. Until he finds the limits of the forest, and a large, dead camp. The kid was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of zombies and skeletons armed with swords and knifes.
Oh my, that kid is going to die! says Junio
A Poring's Tale
Hello! I am a poring. What is it you say? What am I? I am shocked to hear that! But, I will answer your question, silly man.
I am a plant-monster. I scurry the grounds of Rune-Midgard for food. I eat anything [although that anything stays inside my body for a long time]. My race – the porings – has only one color which is pink. I am considered by many as cute. Now silly man, I hope these facts have helped.
What now? Why am I talking to you? Am I not worthy of your time, silly man? All I ask is a moment of your life – to hear my story.
I grew up in the area south of Prontera. Now you would have thought t
"The slums of Lighthalzen" conjured an image of ragged beggars clawing past each other in the mud in search for the next half-rotted morsel to fill their emaciated bodies, and Maku despised that irreparable misconception. Yes, the white singlet he wore wasn't without its tears, and he did have to endure the occasional hunger pangs, but he believed it made him that much more of a man to wear and eat only what he could earn from all the wild herbs he collected and sold to Makkie at the bar. He was no miserable beggar, and even that pansy-ass Digotz would say so... as soon as he arrived.
"He's sure taking a long time..." Maku muttered impatient
A Bloody Path
A tale of a human who was chosen by.. Darkness
The thirst for death remained, written plainly in his blood thirsty eyes. The slaughter of innocent people, hearing their screams of fright that echoed through the caves, earning shrieks and cries from the wounded and the dying. He rang out an empty, joyless, triumphant laugh, one that sent shivers down one's spine. The power he had obtained whilst his journey around the whole of Rune-Midgard Kingdom, it was just too much
He found himself sinking deeper and deeper into his own abyss of hate, despair, sadness and nearing closer to the darkness until he was drowned in it... U
The sun in its traditional route across the brilliantly n sky seemed to pause over the unusual peaceful scene. Peace, in the stricken land of Madrigal. Ever since the Masked Clown had unleashed his creation of Masker Pet on the lands a scene of peace had rarely existed. Peace and war did not exist together; love and hate did not exist together. It was a hard lesson learned, and one involving heartache.
In the eons the magnificent fiery chariot had ridden its driven path, it was a lesson is knew well. The question that seemed etched across the sky was whether or not the young couple in the field of white was aware of the lesson that would soo
"It was the drollest of days. It was how Darkon always was. Depressing clouds loomed permanently over the lands, always threatening to release their cold tears upon the barren landscape below, where only monsters made of machines thrived, rebuilding their own kind, reproducing in their own twisted, mechanical way. Only the strongest and bravest of warriros fought here.
The glowing metal parts of broken monsters laid scattered about, but just as much were accompanied by the gore of human corpses, maimed and brutally broken. Whether their death was caused by the drillers boring deep into their gut, being electricuted by the volt, or having