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The Codex Hunt Chapter 7Wesley
Just our luck, Wesley thought. His party had gotten the secret to defeating the Draugar in their hands, and who should halt their advance but the most powerful Draugr, the leader of the macabre parade, the Witch-King himself. He braced for impact, but the Witch-King seemed to bide his time. This caught everyone off guard. The Witch-King could easily freeze everyone where they stood with one breath of frost. But he was now just standing there, not attempting any critical moves. Wesley looked around, but saw no reason for this delay.
Suddenly, another undead being, clad in orange armor with nothing but a disembodied head in a jar guiding it stepped in front of the dragon-like being. "Oy! Look what we have here." He grimaced and gazed his piercing blue eyes on the aged historian. "Ah, yes, the old man Nestor has the Codex page. How Quaint!" He turned to the monster in chief and delivered the orders for continued violence. "He thinks it has the keys to defeating
The Codex Hunt Chapter 6Wesley
Outside, Wesley still felt the ice of the Frozen North creep all around them. Although it was technically summertime, the Draugar had become numerous and powerful enough to block out any sort of heat from the tundra plains up north. The frost chilled Wesley down to his bones, he saw his breath billow in the air like dragon smog, but he knew he had to press on. The only member of the party who seemed unaffected was Darkton, still pressing on under his armor and in the cold as though he were dancing on a sunny beach.
Right then, a mountainous man in the garb of a Northern monk rode in on a stallion with his obsidian broadsword in tow. Seeing the party, he halted his steed and dismounted, ready to greet them. Wesley had heard whispers of this traveler before, but never knew who he was. Only that he had been around on Drodon for the last century or so of its momentous events, and recorded most of them!
"Nestor!" Aston was the first to recognize him.
The Codex Hunt Chapter 5Emerald
Emerald almost fell over inside her contained diving apparatus. She talked to the giant creature, and he was able to speak in return. It was as though their brain waves met perfect synchronicity; at once a surreal and titillating experience. Princess Emerald was so overjoyed she spoke again.
"Maelstrom, we wish to have a conference with you on behalf of my home and my people." Emerald was an up-front and diplomatic princess, remembering which traits would help her most in this negotiation. "The dead have risen to take control of the living. And the living cannot go down without a fight. Do you think you can help us?"
"Ah yes, the Draugar have returned," Maelstrom seemed to be familiar with the creatures already. "Some people say they have remedies, but I don't know any."
"Yes, that's what we want to know from you," the princess reiterated. "Do you know about the Codex Regius?"
Edith jumped up upon hearing the title of
Case 2 A Party in Sky Blue(Taking place before The Fifth Drodon War)
That finale was so lackluster. What a mediocre way to end an amazing series (or season, in this case) that is Kamen Rider W, i won't spoil the finale but it wasn't that good.
Now that i'm done with W, i think i will choose another Kamen Rider season, let's see: All of them seem to be interesting, but i think i would have chosen...
???: Knock Knock.
Me: A case!
And that's how this case started, of course, i didn't knew at the time who was behind that door, or it's morality, but i was definitively ready if he was a good or bad person. I levitated, evading all the mess of my office, which was clean and organized like i said before in my first case known as "The Iron Bottle" but alas, thanks to my fatal flaw, it has becomed a very trashy place, i opened the door and it was a blond, human carrying a bag containing mails, and he wears blue pants, shirt and a cops hat, presumably from his father, but his job is... a postman.
The Postman: I am bringin
The Codex Hunt Chapter 4Emerald
On its maiden voyage, the diving bell had already managed to descend twenty-five feet below the sea line. It swayed and wobbled, but Phoenix Storm was good at keeping it tethered. The cord glowed with Aura, and it looked like nothing could break it. Gi-Law herself provided help, guiding the bell alongside the rope.
Emerald looked through the porthole out into the sea. It was somewhat crowded with four people inside a tiny spheroid, but Emerald still enjoyed the trip. Under normal circumstances, this would have been beneath Princess Emerald's travel standards. Being cramped like this was so beneath her. But with her favorite author, it was a harrowing journey. She gushed with excitement as she expressed compliments to the author. "I just want to tell you, Ms. McAllister..."
"Please, call me Edith," Ms. McAllister chuckled.
"I use my initials in writing to make myself sound cooler and more eye-catching," Ms. McAllister explained. "My r
Case 1 The Iron Bottle(So here it is :iconthe-doctor-w: the first ever story that i made on this site. I hope everyone here enjoys the story, and if you have a critique, i'll be glad to hear it, thanks and enjoy)
Set about sixteen years ago, right before the Fifth Drodon War…
This is how it all started. This was my first memory, taking place in the same day that I started my first case.
The first thing that I remember so far, was that I was sleeping on my office, with no memory of what happened prior that day. My office that day was clean, and organized, with two red chairs remembering those I've read about in the book by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: "The Hounds of Baskerville".
It was the strangest part about all of this. I don't remember anything that happened before, but how do I remember Sherlock Holmes? A book series that it is out of this world? (both literally, since it was written on Planet Saxonangle, and I'm writing this on the planet called Drodon and figurably, as in... it's so freaki
The Codex Hunt Chapter 3 Wesley
The Gang of Four had gathered outside the DA-Land Bubble, ready to face the danger in the North. Just as Emerald had suggested, Darkton and Emi had taken the call to join the Gang of Four, along with Mike, Aston, and about two dozen other participants at the edge of where LavaTown crossed the Frozen North. Emperor Volcan stood in front of them clad in the greatest golden armor Wesley had ever seen, and with truckloads of obsidian swords and arrowheads ready for their journey.
"All loaded up with the best obsidian we could gather from the mines," Volcan laughed in his victory. "I had Mike select the finest obsidian for your tools and your journeys into the North. One whack and they'll pop like pinatas."
Wesley was seated in a full lotus, meditating and soaking in the Aura to his scar. He tried to sense the magic within the Codex, find some sort of guide or clue to take him somewhere. Emerald had the Dracodex with her, but maybe someth
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"When a strong man, fully armed, guards his own house, his possessions are undisturbed." ~ Luke 11:21
“Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.” ~ Psalm 82:3-4
"If people are trying to bring you down, it only means you are above them." ~ Unknown
"Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity." ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca
"There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship." ~ Thomas Aquinas
"Somebody on the Internet thinks what you do is stupid or evil or it's all been done before? Make good art." ~ Neil Gaiman's "Make Good Art" Speech
My name is Robert Goldengate, and I am the strongest knight in history. To the outside world, I’m an ordinary man trying to start a career in finance; but, secretly, with the help of my DeviantArt friends, I fight criminals and protect innocent people using my buckypaper armor and sword in addition to COLT: an intelligent, fighting Ford Mustang invented by a late genius billionaire.
When a forum full of men without souls told me I would never fulfill my dreams as a writer, I turned to DeviantArt to find sanctuary and atonement. Since then, I’ve built up a solid reputation for sharing my photography and digital cartoons with the world.
And one day, I will triumph over the evil leader of the men who made me lose faith in my dreams by making a game-changing artistic achievement, ensuring justice for all visionaries, writers or otherwise, like me because I believe success is the best revenge.
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