Well, only since my thread of a similar game didn't pan out...

>>18148697
It has been ages since I found the Armor in the Chrazubon Ruins. It was a rumor I was following, an Armor that protects its bearer against just about anything and everything. To most, it sounds like pure hogwash, the stuff of bedtime stories, but for those in the know, those like me, there's usually a grain of truth behind such tales. So down into the Ruins I went in search of what was hopefully quite a find.

And quite a find it was! The Armor indeed had the protective qualities the stories told of. I tested it extensively once I got it back to my laboratory to make sure. Blades, bludgeons, spells, environmental exposure... the Armor never even dented, scratched, or tarnished. Not in the slightest! But there was something unsettling about it... it felt like it was trying to speak out to me. Something inside me wanted to understand what it was saying, wanted me to don the Armor.

And thus I did, under its thrall.

Ever since, I have been unable to extricate myself from the Armor, its voice slowly but surely maddening me with forbidden knowledge and desires of bloodshed and destruction. I fear that if I am unable to remove the Armor, only ruin can come out of it. So I stand before you now in an increasingly rare moment of self-control. Will you help me find the key to removing this Armor so we can banish it forever from this realm?

>>18148697
Shalrad. This man, if you can call him a man, is a war veteran like no other. Battlefield, carnage and death were his only friends. Never showing mercy to the foe, he was feared by his enemies and his allies. This twisted man managed to exceed the level of a mere human by just breathing, some even say he could shapeshift in to a wild boar like demon in the peak of the carnage. The armor he wears is a product of hundreds of different steel pieces he collected from the dead bodies of fallen adversaries. When the wars ended Shalrad lost what was most dear to him, fighting. Now he roams the land seeking for the thrill of battle, because in his twisted mind, he has just begun to grow as a warrior of carnage.

>>18148826
Sir Arond Yargoldin. A man with a silver tongue much like his silver hair. He enjoys the company of high class in every city he goes, this privilege is not gained by birth right, rather by deeds. For sir Arond is a wizard who managed to break almost all the rules in arcane magic and reassemble them back into a better shape.

It took him decades to achieve this level of knowledge, but his vast fortune and impeccable mind also had a big roll in achieving this. Never did he share any of his secrets, nor did he used them for his own benefit.

But as some nobles are generous, many of them felt jealousy towards this man. It is not know who of the nobles of Fandros sent the thieves to sabotage his work, but it is no secret they were involved.

Arriving late to save his work, a terrible accident damaged the mind of sir Arond loosing most of his memory and weakened his hearing.

Now laughed at as a senile old man and stripped of his fortune by other nobles, Arond Yargoldin seeks to collect the pieces of his now shattered mind, by following the clues he left in his cryptic diary, the only thing left from the great accident. What will he find from the words he wrote in secret, only time will tell.

>>18148863
It doesn't matter who I fight for, as long as I fight.

It's the mantra that keeps me going, the one good lesson I learned under Shalrad's tutelage from the War Times. Well, if you can call watching the man raze through an entire regiment of soldiers without a worry in the world, that is. And that was before he became known as the Warrior of Carnage. I used to admire his technique at first, then I got to know the man a bit when I ended up as an underling of his in a mercenary contract. Some say he's sick, but I say he's determined, determined to live life to the fullest and not let the lull of civilization tame us. As long as I fight, I live.

It is that same fierce love for life and death in which I offer my services. You may call me Tiergan l'Shalrad, and I will remove whatever foes you have from existence itself.

>>18148826
Wilhelm Vengraft, an aging magus teaching at a local magic academy. It didn't give him much joy or satisfaction, but it was a wise choice none-the-less. Being of age means you won't be adventuring alot anymore, with your old bones and all that.

Still, the dull life of teaching young smart-asses at at the academy overshadowed the wisdom of his choice. He always kept with him his journal from the war. Where he was a battle mage of spell and armor.

How he longed to be back out in the world, exploring, fighting, finding adventure and excitement. Not here, sitting in an musky office, where nothing ever happened.

>>18148972
My name is Elisa Yargoldin, the granddaughter of the greatest mage that ever lived Arond Yargoldind. By twisted fate and schemes of the noble house of Fandros my grandfather and my family lost all that was rightfully ours. But the greatest lost was the mind of our beloved grandpa, who set on a journey to reclaim his memories.

Grandpa died while traveling west to the ruined city of Ondara, but not before he gained some insight into his past. Fearing that his end might be near, he sent a trusted courier with his diary and some small information how to decipher parts of it.

It was up to me and my younger sister Delphie to find what was the true reason of grandpas loss of status and fortune. Because some pieces of the diary say a wicked tale of Hell and the house of Fandos...

>>18148988
Lady Elin of Marrow's Bog was once the next in line to the Obsidian Throne of Ivorhelm. She was highly regarded by man of her peers and her subjects alike as the penultimate example of beauty and grace, despite the relatively backwoods fiefdom in which she ruled. However, her arranged husband-to-be, Lord Baulsk of Amethyst Mount did not at all like the idea of the arrangement. Between Elin's popularity and likelihood to overshadow the more cunning Baulsk among the people, and the fact that she comes from the fiefdom she does prompted him to make an attempt on her life through an assassin in his debt.

The attempt failed, but not without scarring the otherwise naive Elin. She became obsessed with finding her assailant, spiraling into madness in her quest for vengeance. Soon, she removed herself from the running for Queen of Ivorhelm and pursued the art of Necromancy, for its ties to life and death shall not only make her quest easier, but also the death of her assailant all the more satisfying.

>>18148988
Hello traveler, welcome to my humble den. Don't be afraid, the dead sleep soundly tonight... that is until I decide otherwise.

Pardon my manners, let me introduce myself, I am Rose Fellheart, the owner of this fine establishment you call a crypt. This is more of a family heritage really, passed down from father to son, and my father to me.

Pardon? Oh, no no no we do bury the dead here, after all we are the biggest grave and mortician company on this side of the continent. But yes, we do command the undead. We give them small bursts of life in exchange for a short while of service.

Now, I know it may sound a little sickening, but I like it here. Since I was a child, this was my playground and the dead were my best friends...
What? Sick? That I may be, but keep in mind that I never did anything wrong to the living and that these dead bodies and skeletons protected this city for generations and generations before them.

Now that we have cleared all of this questions, I have a few for you... What are your measurements and when did you die?

>>18149051
I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know. I just don't! It happened one night. Felt it take hold of me, of my soul. Squeesing and twisting it to it's very ends. It drives me mad. But I can not help it. Every time that silver globe hangs in the black sky of night. I must feed. I change, I turn into something. Not me.

I am a human, damnit! Not some beast! Not this! No! I- I do not know anymore. I can't even remember my own name. I can't even remember. They simply call me, Beast.

>>18149045
The Clan of the Golden Mane is a peculiar lot. Descended from aboriginal hunters deep in the southern steppes beyond the Szoran Republic, it is said that they have the ability to change into dreaded Golden Lions, masters of hunting and savagery. Little did I know of their actual existence until I did a little research at the Szoran College, for its library is renowned for its records of lineage.

I was simply there researching my family line until I had to stop for a moment. There were numerous mentions of a 'curse' throughout the diaries of some of the members dating back to the founding of the Republic three hundred years ago.

It was then when I felt a sharp pang in my left arm, claws appearing from my fingertips...

I don't think I need to relate the rest of the Golden Mane curse, do I curious one? I do believe introductions are in order though... I am Olren of the Golden Mane. Pleased to make your acquaintance...

>>18149119
''My sword is the embodiment of my beliefs. For my beliefs are strong and they will cut all that oppose the crown of my king.'' This is the creed of the Horizon Knights.

Now believed to be like hired mercenaries, there is more to the tale than simple gossip. The Knights are here to protect anyone who is of pure heart, be it man, woman, old or a mere child. We guard them with our lives and not even death can stop us from raising our sword against the oppressors. My name is captain Irfan Dawnrock and I welcome you to our ranks of the Horizon Knights.

>>18149128
You say I don't stand a chance of fighting this thing alone, well... you may be right, but I don't care. This dragon has terrorized this land for far too long and in this day and era that is unacceptable.

My weapons and armor are specially crafted to kill this kind of beast. I find them and I kill them for the safety of the communion who trained me to do it. I'm a hunter and this is my prey.

The name's Thoran Blaze and you will be just another dent on my shield, beast!

Bump!

>>18149215
It was precious really, your attempt on my life. And I must admit that your method, trying to simply sap the life right out of me instead of rushing at me head on like the throngs of clueless minions, was a nice touch. But you see, I have always had a clear vision of what I have to do, of the peoples I have to liberate from your tyranny. And no, it's not just the Mask which grants me this vision. It's my soul, the one thing you have forgotten to put into your darling equation. Your spells hurt, I'll give you that, but they didn't do the job.

I'll at least give you my name before your life ends here today. I am the Ravenheart, Sorin Renault. And I will serve as your judge, jury, and executioner this day, Regent of Ordinbraugh.

Come on people, more pics to write stories about.

>>18149270

Life is precious, life is sacred, life is all and it is nothing. I walk this path, the path of life and nothingness. To create life you must devoid yourself of it and reach the Shores of Creation. Only then will you understand my presence and the spirits that follow me.
My name? It's insignificant, but you may call me... Yola.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbqSFbELNno

>>18149377
I'll dump a handfull of pics

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>>18149377

Way to fuck up Rider, mongrel

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Gonna take a break on the writing for now. Gonna dump some character pics myself.

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>>18149432

Thank you for spamming the thread?

>>18149460
You're welcome? Just that my writing mind has decided to derp on me. May as well contribute however I can. Won't dump too many pics - don't need to totally take over the thread, now don't I?

>>18149432
My name is Bernart, I'm a squire for the Horizon Knights. Pardon me if I don't respond, I'm training. Captain Dawnrock told me to work on my sword technique! I'm really trying!

About myself? Not.. ..alot to say, really. I grew up at an orphanage in the town of Rockford, parents died of the plague. When the city got raided by hordes of beasts, the Horizon Kights fought to buy the villagers time. From that moment I knew I wanted to be like one of them.

Captain Dawnrock says I have a long path to go, but that I have potential.

>>18149389
Be a bro and at least write one character storie. Here we go for your pic.

The dead are everywhere. Yet the living ignore them in the heat of battle... I don't. For I make sure that they stay dead even after I them devoid of life. My hawks are my eyes, for I have lost them once to the very dead that was ignored in battle. Joackim the Blood Reaver was born that day.

Wherever is a battle, there you will see my figure slashing and slashing, again and again both the living and the dead. My older brother Shalrad is there for the pleasure of killing, I am here for it is my duty. Seek me out in battle stranger, both me and my brother will keep you safe... that is if you survive getting to us.

>>18149437
Trooper F857398734-784, known as 'Fost' Was always the odd one out, even for a Krieg Korpsman. Unlike most Kriegers, he was quite talkative, even with soldiers from other regiments. And his peculiar habit of taking teeth or other mementos from his last kill in every warzone he fought in had many a Commissar keeping an eye on him, though psych-analysis by the regiment's Quartermaster showed him sound of mind, at least by Krieg standards. As to his reason for being recruited by the Inquisition, nobody's sure. Maybe it was his natural affinity for Flame weaponry which saw him picked out for Inquisitor S'tatham's cell, or maybe his unnatural luck with them, or maybe the one time he managed to kill a Bloodletter in close combat armed only with his bayonet.

>>18149409
I have no idea what you are talking about. Besides I wrote the story for this character >>18149270 next time read what the thread is about.

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>>18148697

And thus /tg/ created the Legend of Shalrad

>>18149497
Oops, forgot to contribute.

>>18149402
Since we've got a few pics to choose from, I'll write for this one.

The swordsman had been a soldier since as long as he could remember. Ever since that recruiter came through his village, when he was nothing but a gangly-limbed young lad, destined for a life of toil in the mud, trying to raise a bountiful crop, enough for his family to scrape by until the next planting season. That all changed when war came to his land. He was pressed into the service of king and country. Somehow, where others fell, he survived. Familiar faces, friends he'd grown up with disappeared, but he remained. And so the years passed. The war came to an end, but he could never escape it. He'd found his true calling. When peace came to his kingdom, he and some of the survivors from his band of warriors traveled abroad to find other wars to fight in. When mercenary work was scarce, they sometimes turned to whatever odd jobs they could get; clearing goblins out of a mine, tracking down bandits. It was all the same coin, but to him it was the fight that mattered. The challenge of pitting your life against another. The thrill of coming out on top of the most dangerous contest a mortal can face was like no other. It was, and still is, all he has known.

>>18149502
Heh, don't forget his self-proclaimed protege: Tiergan. (>>18148972)

>>18149528
The left is, in fact, the timeshifted version of the right.

The man on the right was a blacksmith who became a legendary hero when he used one of his finest swords to slay a local demon. After finding that the demon was working for a higher group of occultists, he traveled to stop them. He continued to do this, slaying group after group of demonic sects until he was able to locate their leader, a blade devil simply called Spite.

They fought, blades clashing, and eventually the hero won. But in doing so he became corrupted by Spite's dark essence. He didn't know it then but he'd eventually become the very demon he had just slain, and travel back through time to taint himself again.

>>18149505
Whacha' are starin' at boy!? That's colonel Marx Fahrenheitto you maggot, if you prove useful in the next hour of gunblazin' you may even call me colonel. Soldier listen up! The enemy is closing in and all we have now is our guns, bullets and balls to keep us alive.

And you maggot, you want to live this next assault? Good, watch and learn, this is why they call me the Demolition man.

>>18149402
"My name is Barnes. I've been decorated with five of the highest awards one might be gettin' as a damned footsoldier. And I'm damn proud of that. I've been scarred in places ya've never of before, and I'm damn proud of that too. Ya might think that I've gone mad, just like all the other blokes I've served with on the field, driven mad by the visions and horrors of war, but no, that ain't for me, otherwise I wouldn't be standin' 'ere talkin' to ya, would I? No, I'd be locked up in some nuthouse, some asylum on tha' edge of a shitty town filled with other nutbags.

I'm damn proud to serve in this army, an' I forever will. As long as I stand, still breathin', my blade will strike at my foes. Now ask me again if I'd like ta retire, ya ninny, I dare ya"

>>18149589
Forgot pic

>>18149424

I am Tenesa of the Moonbow clan. We were a strong tribe of warrior women with my sister as the chieftain of the clan. We spent our summer days pillaging villages and hunting wildlife, often we were hired as mercenaries to fight in skirmishes or wars. Always victorious, always lived in a food and drink rich home.

One day the War Times ended and there he was mere three days later. Shalrad. He heard of the battle prowess of our clan and wanted to test us... all of us at once. At first we laughed, but it soon turned into a bloodbath that silenced us all.

...we were completely mascaraed, Shalrad left me broken over my sisters corpse to watch as he walks away with our names soiled. Now I seek him high and low in this land. And now I ask you Tiergan: have you seen this monster?

>>18149458
I am Garvin, and by the time you hear this recording. I am dead. I've fought the Colosus MX-4 in the gladitorial tournament, and lost. How, I don't really know, since, I can't see the future. But, I lost. I fought for glory and freedom. And even with all my skills, all my augmentations and aids. I didn't beat him. No one has ever gotten this far in the tournaments, so I suppose I should be proud of that. I have only a few wishes. The first and foremost, that my techfist is retrieved from the battle area, and burried with me. Oh, and that's number two, I want a proper burrial.

And third, I wish that all my awards that I've recieved to be send over to someone dear to me. Alice, my little sister. And my fourth and final wish is that you'll remember me. Garvin. The man who reached the 12th round in the tournament.

Remember me.

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This is the reason I come to /tg/! And this is the reason I'll keep coming.

>>18149814
What do you seek from us, little one? Do you require knowledge? A peek into the future and what is to come? Interest that drives you, ambition that you thrive on. Or do you seek us out for an entirely different request? Seek to slay us? Nay, banish us from this world? A mighty paladin and his sword? Come closer so I can take a look at you, mortal one.

My light shines like the eternal torch of wisdom, yet I seek to learn more about you. It is not often that we are approached, most mortals fear even the stories of us. Come closer, I shall not harm you. Do you even know why you are here yourself?

Do you really?

Come find me and my brother at the Shalebridge Cradle if you finally do.

>>18149418
Urist Felhammer, one of the finest of dwarven soldiers out there. Survivor of 12 great battles, fought alongside humans and elves, both against one another, both having proved his prowess in combat on land and on sea. And man enough to drink anyone under the table.

He's a level-headed dwarf, not very delusional, nor does he carry a big ego around. For a fighter of his skill and stature, he's rather humble actually. Despite that he looks like a rock hard corpse cold warrior, he's got a soft heart really. He often helps people for free, if he'd be any more of a kind hearted bugger, he'd be sweeped up by one of those paladin orders of the humans. Or the Horizon Knights, haha!

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>>18149412
Greetings, traveler. I'm Jardaian Sully and this is my brother in arms Thuris Anvilrum, we are the Dusk Duo. We travel the land seeking adventure and do some exploring here and there for sir Aron Yargoldin, the famous wizard of noble blood.

We carry this package to his granddaughter, for you see... sir Yargoldin has passed away and it was his last will to bring it to his heir. What you say? The miss is in potential danger!?

Thuris let us make haste, our mission will not be a failed one. Thank you sir, might we know your name so it may be praised in the house of Yargoldin? Thank you again and good fortune with you, sir Shalrad.

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Forgot the pic.

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>>18150230
The stories of the Manes, the Knights, even those aspiring to be like Shalrad and his brother Joackim... I am the custodian of such tales and secrets. You see, though might and magick wins the wars, information wins the ages. I come to you today since you have an interest in such things yourself.

Please forgive me for the lack of introduction. I am to be called the Whisperer of Aeons. I keep track of the stories and tales of the ages and pass them onto those who need to know them. And given that you are a fellow collector of such, you have obviously piqued my interest. No? You've never heard of me? That means I am doing my job exactly as it is intended. As for you, I have chosen you to take on my mantle, for despite my moniker, I am not at all immortal and my days draw near the end.

Today I will pass unto you the story of a one Arond Yargoldin and his tragic passing. He has passed away recently and his secrets shall be passed on to you by a pair of couriers, Jardaian and Thuris. Do bear in mind that the late wizard's descendants are in grave danger because of said secrets.

I do hope you shed your carnage and take upon the Whisperer's mantle. If you are unable to do so, I will simply have to write you out of the world's history, physically and otherwise. Good day.

>>18150332
They say if you are determined enough the sky is the limit... I disagree. For let me tell you about a man, better yet a legend that showed me what is beyond that limit.

Nikolai Orwitz, a young man living the suburban life style, always bored and always seeking to make life interesting, yet failing constantly to do so. Finally he made it on day, he made the Plasma-Steam Jumper or PSJ for short. With this gadget, which looks like an miniature nuclear power rod, he broke the limits I earlier mentioned. For with this gadget he could be anywhere in this solar system, his unique body suit and mask protect him from any hazardous effects those jumps can inflict.

He not only broke the limits of the sky, he also broke the limits of reality... are you determined enough to be like him.

>>18150332
"There were times, back in... '97 I think, when I was a normal man. Y'know, having a perfectly normal life in the Sankt Petersburg district. Yeah. But that sort of changed. It changed, one day, after I drank a little. Once I left my nephew's house, I took a strong blow to the back of my head. Looking back, I concluded it was the pavement."

"Anyway, I found myself on a trip to Yalta. A trip in the trunk of a black GAZ-21 Volga."

"The driver had no distinguishing characteristics. Except he was enormous like those basketball players you see in TV, and had platinum crowns on his teeth. Or were they gold? I'm not sure. Anyway, when he limped, and I think it was both legs, he was quite shorter than me, and I'm at 170 cm height. He looked very similar to nobody, except his gold teeth reminded me of that dude from James Bond."

"Anyway, he drags me out, and I'm about to punch the dude in the face, but suddenly I'm seated. 'Shit', I think, what's that? And that fucker just has the biggest shit-eating grin I've ever seen. And he says. 'Mister Nikolai, I offer you a deal. You can either eat this blue pill, and wake up in your bed...or you could...'"

"And you know the rest of the story. That's how I got my superpowers. What? Seriously? How the FUCK could I pass a chance do drink ONE AND A HALF liter of ionized vodka?"

"Oh, the chainsaw? It's also powered by vodka."

>>18149622
I'm Dunville Jackson, a man with a conflicting past and long standing history of bad luck. I'm 38, 39 soon enough if I live long enough to make it. Been running with the wrong company ever since I was young, I guess I just didn't know better back then. That all changed.

Sherrif came to town, tough sumbitch took us all by suprise. Quick draw, gun roar, most of us already dead. Mind ya, back then I was just a 16 year ol' punk with a pea shooter. He grabbed me in the neck and stuffed me in a cell for two years, gave me time to think.

After that, I tried workin' as a barman, but, the saloon kept bein' shot up, and the local sherrif refused to do anythin' about it. So, I took care of 't myself, not that the sherrif was happy with that. Got me another two years.

In that time, I've killed alot of men and women, all who gotten on the bad side of the law. Men of evil, men of brutality and murder. I never was a good kid, but my heart was in the right place.

And if I make through this I'll thank god, but right now, I'm gonna bring the hurt on these yellowbelly gutless cowards.

>>18149574
After decades of service, the goal of the Pureflames is finally at hand. The last of the treacherous Yargoldin line have made it across the Ruinous Road to Ondara's former glory. Such poor girls, having to be dragged into it all, it's a pity really. But duty is duty, and Fandros shall finally be rid of the spy which forced Ondara to begin the War Times so long ago. The taint of Yargoldin's Secrets shall be purified from this realm once and for all, so I swear by my name, Mynolda XII of the Pureflame!

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Alexia Vale, age 28, license bounty hunter by the ministry of justice, records show 87 confirm captures of wanted criminals and 16 sanction field executions (identification of all remains show varying degrees of burning), is the prime suspect of causing the fire that burn down most of central market following an explosion in the Engineers Guild house, several witnesses saw her enter the building in company of guild officials, with the only other survivor of the initial explosion inside the building confirming her presence inside the building as well as a meeting with guild officials in the lower basement , her hasty exit of say basement and the building before the explosion. Interrogation of know associates and partners confirm that Alexia conducts several private jobs from local guilds, most recently the Engineers’ Guild. The specifics of this contract as well as Alexia current presence are unknown.

We should archive this thread

>>18150804
And done.http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18148697

>>18150649
Death is an another beginning, my friend. For you see I have died more than once and I still keep coming back. The call of the battle is one a true warrior can not ignore that easily, as for me I never even tried to resist it. For what would I be if my heirs are not proud of my deeds, if I was considered a coward even once. The mark I have left upon this earth will be a great one.

And when I return with a new body and a new life, my name shall echo throughout the ages Jugenheim Einherjag. The man who looked the death in the face and became death itself.

>>18150851
Nice! Time for a pic

>>18150734

"A first among many, you were. A willing sacrifice to defend our city. Bereft of flesh, bereft of pain. Bereft of all that made you human, you became one with the machine. The machinists circled you for days after the change as you hung, suspended by great, iron chains above a roiling cauldron, watching suspiciously for the signs of madness they expected to come from your sudden change of existence.

But you didn't. You had lost all sense of humanity, you no longer thought like them, but you were not ruled by the chaos of hidden contradictions beneath your iron exterior.

You looked at them as frail, spindly heaps of flesh, but you knew that you gave yourself up willingly for their defence.

Was the price worth paying?"

>>18150904
I will carry the banner, as I have done so many times before. I've been impaled on swords, I've hit pierced by arrows, I've been burnt by flames and frozen by spells, but I carry this banner to the very end of my life and further.

I know what this banner means, more than any other man on the battlefield. It's not just a flag, not just an extra boost to morale. It's the strenght and might of our army on display, fearlessly taunting the enemy, without regret and worry. I am the Bannerman, and I will carry the banner.

>>18150733
Port city of Diona. How beautiful you are, the people who walk you streets, the mighty ships that seek refuge in your sturdy port. Diona my love why am I so sad when I set my gaze upon your doors, why do I tremble when the sun raises on the far horizon, why my voice stutters when the your master speaks?

I will tell you why. Beneath all your beauty and glory, lives a whore who never showed compassion to this old man and to his family. Never showed mercy when his wife was sent into slavery because of false accusations, never saved the three children who were born dead out of their mothers womb.

Now I have returned Diona, my love... you whore. And you will remember the name of this old man, the man you once left to rot in the gutter of this world. Remember Silus of the house Fandros.

>>18150904
The last of the War Times, the final gambit which ended them for good.

With the Szoran Republic already razed to the ground and their Golden Manes all but eradicated, Ondara turned its fury at their perceived instigator, the realm of Fandros. The ultimate creation of the wizard Yargoldin yielded the enemy all the power of magick without the human bonds which kept it in check, the final rewrite of the rules in which kept the nations in tenuous alliance and relative peace over the centuries. The Machination (>>18150734) was supposed to be the prototype for a magickal golden age, but was instead perverted by an Ondaran element in order to justify the War Times... and inadvertently ended them with Ondara's summary destruction.

These are the words which were spoken to Shalrad that day by the Whisperer when the mantle was passed. The ultimate secret was borne upon him - the Machination was subverted by a rogue member of the Pureflames, wrongly placing the blame on Yargoldin.

Now the King of Warriors fights his way through the Ruinous Road to the ruins of Ondara to end it once and for all, before Mynolda does so with the shedding of innocent blood.

"Goddamn, ok so wait--stop laughing Dietrich this is serious--So wait, so you guys don't hire swashbucklers? Are you sure? I can swash and buckle with the best of them. Look at my swash.
...Yes, I see your halberd, Siegfried. What are you saying? Use your words."

Welp, I am in no way a writefag, and my attempts usually end up being mortal sins. I'll dump pics though.

>>18150823
''The War Times are almost but over now, and my days of battle are nearing to an end. Before I put my hammer on the house altar in the capital city of Ondara Empire, Parosa, I have one more task to oblige. Stop Shalrad, his brother Joackim and the horde that follows them from reaching the Ruinous Road at any cost. Ondara is in not holding up well and this battle will be crucial for our survival, so are the words of Mynolda. May the gods bless us and curse the enemy at our gates.''
Last entry of Ondara field general Leona Hammarson

>>18150733
Norhaven was originally a simply prosperous harbor city, one of many along the coasts of the sea of pearls, and it remain like that until the corsair wars, following a sudden increases in piracy with uncharacteristic cruelty and savagery, many influential merchants in several cities took the call to put an end to the corsairs plaguing the region. What began as a loose association of cites to hunt down piracy turn into an alliance for control of local trade routes and later a confederation with a unified and permanent navy. Norhaven was chosen as the political capital of the confederation thanks to its geographic position and as such took a leading role in the confederation. In later years the confederation interests turn from trade to colonization and expansion not only at sea but also further inland for new resources and trade goods, while trade and business are the leading forces of that extend the long reach of Norhaven its navy it’s always ready to protect the interests of the nation by more aggressive means . Today Norhaven sits at a center of a growing empire in everything but name.

>>18151142
"Ondara may be in ruins, the Machination having turned against us, but she is not lost! Remember the words of our fallen General Hammarson, we will NOT let these heathens in! By Her Grace, we shall fight with a fury even the so-called "King of Warriors" could never show! We shall overwhelm the damned Shalrad, the treacherous Joackim, the ludicrous Tiergan, and anything else they want to throw at us! We will avenge our loss, then march into Fandros and make it into a Hell like none ever before!

For Ondara!
For the Pureflames!
For our future!!!"

Speech from Ondaran Supreme Commander Laucet Erdingenn, prior to the Battle of the Ruinous Road

>>18151013
"It will be great fun serving beneath the lord of the spike! They have great retirement benefits and a decent dental plan." muttered my half witted friend.

"That is assuming we get through the combats without being skewered on the sharp end of a knight's lance. This is all bullshit, better to work as farm hands then deal with this bull." As much as I'd try I wasn't going to dissuade Wess from joining the fangled medieval military mercenary jobs that were all the rage those days. Wess was a dangerous combination, one half idiot and the other half stubborn mule.

"I'm joining, and if you are going to honor Ma's last wishes you are coming with me." Fantastic, had to play that card as well. I cringed, he had me. Ma' had told me to swear I'd care for him, and I wasn't about to go against her final wishes.

>>18151241
Suffice to say one thing lead to another, and by some stroke of the most ridiculous luck we actually found ourselves equipped on an actual battle field with actual weapons. I to this day think there must have been some sort of managerial oversight to allow two witless peasants dress up in decent suits of armor and head out to war. I don't know whether to thank the oversight or to curse it.

Come mid way through the battle field a lone knight had dismounted from his steed and was pursuing one of the lords. I had decided, in my haste, to switch to my crossbow and attempt to hit the knight on his way to the offending lordling. I shall regret that decision long after my head turns white and my back curves over under the weight of old age.

After firing a few arrows and missing horribly (I had no skill with the bow) I decided to give off just one more shot before switching to my blade. At the exact moment I was about to fire Wess prodded me in the side asking when we were going to go after one of the knights. In surprise I tried to realign to crossbow, but failed, it's arrow sailing off into the open sky. I heard a wild whinny from what sounded like right next to me and Wess. Looking over I spotted a single knight, Cursing as he tumbled to the ground off his black horse. My arrow had slammed into one of the beast's knees, and it was likely it would no longer be able to engage in combat.

The knight glared across the battle field at me before storming over the line of pikes, his blade drawn and at the ready. I began switching to another sword in preparation for the blow while West grasped up his pike and prepared to fend off the knights assault.

>>18151013
"I'm French!"
"I'm Belgian!"
"I'M A FUCKING BEE WITH A CROSSBOW."

>>18151142
I may have retired as a Horizon Knight many years ago, but the calling is now upon me again. A young girl by the name of Elisa Yargoldin and her younger sister travel towards the Ruinous Road where that monster Shelrad and his goons travel to deliver the final blow to the Ondara Empire. To meet them is the legion of 10.000 strong men and women of Ondara, under the leadership of their filed general Leona Hammarson... this battle will shake the foundation of this realm and it is no place for two girls to set foot. My armor and axe are where I left them, buried beneath the abandoned shack of my bother Sorin Renault, better known as Ravenheart. I will walk the path of battle yet again, those two girls need my help and evil blood shall be spilled for their well being.

Commander Urath Frost shall enter the battlefield once more, but this time I have my little brother and my good friend Olren of the Golden Mane by my side. This will be the times of changes that will be written with blood in the Chronicles of Ages and the people shall know the tales of valor and glory.

>>18151142
Baleron the Reaver was a powerful and recognizable figure on the battlefield. A Knight of Valandria, his imposing size, fearsome double-axe, and piercing stare left most foes quaking at his sight.

He was not always a knight, however. Indeed, rumours circulate amongst the Valandrian court that he was a former brigand, or perhaps a foreign mercenary, as his manners are rough and his demeanor uncertain off the battlefield. This is far from the truth.

Baleron was once a humble woodsman, but when the Calgari struck his hometown, he raised his simple woodcutter's axe in its defense. When the Valandrian knights finally rallied to respond, they discovered Baleron, in tattered Valandrian militia garb, standing amidst a field of Calgari dead. His lord pronounced him a knight and man-at-arms on the spot, and even as his legend grew, he continued to wield the axe.

>>18151230
>>18151334
Holy Conflicting Stories, Dragoon! But never fear, I like yours better. We'll go with that.

>>18151230
Privateer by trade, Richard goodman was odd in his need for order and civility. Unlike is swashbuckling crew of blaggards and bad-mouths, Richard saw fit to express himself in a manner most becoming of a gentlemen, for "it is the captains way to lead his crew by example." Never been one for patience, the captain took to the drink to steady his nerves and prepare himself for the next brawl to break out on his ship. Whenever the man wasn't sober, he was busy striking up a fair trade with a lady of the night, seeing fit only then to consort with such lowly scum. Dashing is a word that could describe goodman, for he has never been known to ignore the plea of the downtrodden being bullied by his royal majesty. Among his alcoholism, Richard also suffers from mild dementia and depression.

Among his talents with daggers, Richard wields his less than trusty rapier more as a matter of presence than a need of conflict. "Never is a man more imposing than when he is looking his best."

Masked Guardians. Simple names for beings that are far from it. Servants of the Calgari Witchlord, these mysterious beings can be sometimes seen stalking through the mists of the rainy hills and valleys of the Calgari homeland on unknowable missions. Sometimes too do they accompany Calgari armies to war, only to disappear again on missions of their own.

The greatest and eldest of these constructs is known as the Arch-Guardian, and is said to house the souls of every previous Witch-Lord in a council that advises the present Calgari ruler.. and perhaps directs his words.

>>18151407
Oops, this was supposed to be a response to

>>18151005

>>18151334
The whispers were coming to me now. Yargoldin's Secrets. The Machination. Ondara's Treachery. Mynolda and the last of the Yargoldin line. Everything was coming to this, the Ruinous Road.

Elisa and Delphie Yargoldin were inching ever closer to discovering the true secrets of Arond's Diary. Mynolda was close on their tail. Renowned warriors Leona Hammarson, Urath Frost, and the Golden Mane known as Olren were waiting ahead of us at the gates.

But no longer am I the King of Warriors, but now the Whisperer of Aeons. I know the truth and I will set this right. For so long I have known only carnage and bloodshed. I have not had a reason other than the thrill of the fight. But now, everything has changed... I have two little girls to protect, both from the Ondaran resistance, and from themselves. They need to live, but they shall never know the Secrets.

Jardaian, Thuris, to me! Joackim, Tiergan, on my flanks. Minions, to arms! Tonight we cease the bloodshed and end the War Times once, and for all!

>>18151356
Luna Belsor. The woman of shadows and war. Always seeking a new adventure to fill the emptiness in her heart. No man, no woman or beast could match her battle prowess... until she crossed swords with the King of Warriors, Shalrad. Many legends were formed upon their clash: some say they formed a love bond among the carnage they brought, some say they killed each other in the decisive battle in Ruinous Road, but the truth is far from it. Both Shalrad and Luna despised one another, yet every time they fought they both lived and both never said a word of the event. What might have happened on the battlefield, people may never know... maybe the Whisperer of Aeons holds some knowledge that will bring the light of day. Will you join me on my quest to find him miss Tenesa, you are welcome to join us too sir Tiergan.

>>18151374
Let's just find some middle ground, my writefag friend. This thread smells of epicness and I will stay here until morning hours.

>>18151374
>Excerpt from 'The Travels of Caitlin Ashland, Explorer of the Realms'

... and it was during my exploration of the plains to the west of Ivorhelm that I first encountered a curious people. As we all know, the most common sapient beings of the world are humans, with most others being human-like beings with some small differences. Dwarves, for example, are effectively shorter, broader humans with longer lives and a tendency toward industry. And so on.

The 'leonan', as I call them, are humanoid but embody the traits of the great cats living to the south. They are a large, powerful people, with a great proclivity to violence and a great territorial instinct, tending to rove as nomadic 'prides'. Primarily hunters, these carnivorous beings are quite dangerous, as I lost two guards to them.

I shall endeavor to learn more about them. Ideally when I have more armsmen with me..."

>>18151517
And I forgot a pic. I am just full of failure this thread.

>>18151476
The Mechanic. A mythical being known by scholars to have been found at almsot every major event in the last five hundred years. He silently repairs the equipment and weapons of everyone from the lowliest farmer with a cracked wagon wheel to the greatest warrior king's artifact sword.

Almost completely impartial in all cases of his appearance, working for any who ask him, he will violently and efficiently protect any 'customers' currently speaking with him.

Those who know of him have joked that if he isn't present in an audience, then the event matters about as much as spilling a glass of milk.

>>18151476
Now that all the pieces are in place, let this great battle unfold. Shalrad with his companions on the left, Ondara Empire on the right together with the enemies of Shalrad. Do not fret brave soldiers, the girls are safe... I made sure of that. Now we only need one more piece in this game. He should be any minute here girls... he is never late for a battle this big. As a writer of the Chronicles of Ages, what would this game be without the Whisperer of Aeons.

>>18151558
The "Destroyer" ailment, as I have come to call it, is a peculiar manifestation of what I believe to be demonic possession. It seems to strike rarely and at random, typically only manifesting in individuals under great duress (though I have personally witnessed it manifest in a young woman walking to market), usually amongst those weak-of-will or otherwise mentally compromised.

Victims experience a significant increase in size, while their skin develops bony plates and spines and their veins begin to glow gold from within. This process takes only moments before the victim is seized by an uncontrollable fury, leading the victim to attack anything nearby indiscriminately. This usually results in great bloodshed, though I have seen several victims put down by canny guards.

Whether it be a curse or, as I fear, possession by some powerful demonic force of rage and vengeance, it makes Ironport a very unsettling place to live, for one never knows if the person next to them will warp and go berserk.

>>18151558
The blood is boiling.
Can't stand this insanity anymore.
All these lives extinguished before my eyes matter not. Only the new King of Warriors, the monster Shalrad must pay for what he has done to me and my sister. I am Tenesa of the Moonbow clan, you demon. Witness my true power as I rip your filthy guts out.

>>18151631
>>18151650
Hm. These two can actually work together fairly well fluffwise.

See, you CAN write, NotWritefag...

>>18151558
The Battle of the Ruinous Road

The only way into the destroyed Ondaran lands, it was a choke point for many. The remains of the Ondaran army held it at the gates to the border city of Soltere, launching their last-ditch effort against Shalrad and his allies. The Yargoldin sisters were making their way through it trying not to attract the ire of monster and soldier alike. Mynolda was searching for the sisters through the fray to complete her task. There were even rumors of old enemies of the King of Warriors seeking revenge upon the battlefield.

The climax of the battle was fast approaching. Sir Frost of the Horizon Knights was slain, Olren of the Golden Manes was badly injured. It was a showdown between Leona Hammarson and the King of Warriors himself. The General would unleash all of her fury, power imbued upon her by the Pureheart defector, taking on the living legend blow for blow.

>>18151597
This proved to be an interesting show, for sure. Little did Shalrad know that the Whisperer is indeed eternal, and the mantle can never be passed on. And now I am here to add this wondrous battle to the Chronicle. As for you dear girls, I can tell you this much: You shall never know the full secrets of your Grandfather. Such knowledge would only bring the War Times back to the world after their end today on the Ruinous Road.

That was the last I remembered from those days of yore. I see the ruins of all the three nations, of Szora, Ondara, and Fandros lain out before me in this field of endless amber. I start my life anew, as the Knight-Ruler of a new, unified land atop the bloodshed of the War Times. The Pax Yargoldin shall be everlasting, by the grace of the Whisperer.

>>18151664
Ahem... PureFLAME...

Carry on.

>>18151664

>>18151672
>>18151664
>From "The Travels of Caitlin Ashland," Volume II
.. I still remember when I finally came upon the ruins of Soltere. Even long after Ondara's fall, the city maintained an unearthly beauty, white stone rising out of amber fields, the great Bridge of Soltere spanning the river Ondara.

But I noticed from my overlook that there was a strange object amongst the ruins, a huge rectangular monolith of foreign form and construction. It certainly wasn't of Ondaran construction. Naturally, being a curious woman, I went to investigate.

It appeared to be made of smooth grey stone (or perhaps metal), though what I can't be certain. As I continued my investigation, beings came forth from the structure, appearing much as humans but skins blackened and traced with luminous script. I'm a wanderer, a seeker of knowledge, and I like to think I'm wise enough to know when I shouldn't hang around. So I booked it.

I'll be back there someday. And perhaps I'll get to the bottom of what that monolith means, and what its guardians are..

>>18151664
Eh, maybe. Let me try my hand here...

"They said a woman would never make it through that god forsaken mountain alone. Said there was no way anyone could make it through alone! Spiders the size of horses and wolves, a tribe of 'Destroyer' infected exiles from the nearby Ironport, escaped fugatives from the prison monastery, that mad Ettin tollkeeper... Hmph. They didn't count on me being cleverer than your average adventurer, no sir! Now, stop botherin' me, I've got a fortune to meet in that city. Hm... And a change of clothes."

>>18151760
>From the Journal of Arch-Whisperer Dorzha Mollarde
>Sixth Year of the Pax Yargoldin

Many know about the Battle of the Ruinous Road which brought the end to the War Times. Fewer know about the downfall of the Ondaran remnants and the death of most of the King of Warriors' band. Even fewer know about the fight between Tenesa and Shalrad which culminated at the end of the Battle. Fewer STILL knows about just how Fandros ended up falling.

It is widely known that Elisa Yargoldin heeded the Whisperer's advice to cease their journey for her grandfather's secrets. She saw the bloodshed their journey had unwittingly brought forth upon the land. Her wisdom earned her a place in the world's future, as Knight-Ruler of the Pax.

Her sister on the other hand, continued her search. And though her search may not have led her to the Secrets, she gained enough knowledge to take action. Seeing her Grandfather's final days as the fault of Fandros, she would recreate his Machination, but deliberately as a war machine. She would siege the recovering victor of the War Times and, in one fell swoop, ended the last of the Old World. In a way, she helped usher in the Pax, but at the cost of so many lives.

They say that the Novus Machina (as we scholars call it) still wanders the land with the grown Delphie. Our scouts and warriors have yet to return...

>>18151747
That monolith my dear friends is the tombstone of tens of thousand dead people that fought on this land so many years ago at Ruinous Road. I'm Elona the daughter of Shalrad, the man who tried and succeeded in bringing the downfall of Ondara Empire. What I'm doing here? Just making sure that the War Times never come to be again... for that will break the chains that hold my father within this monolith.

>>18151860
Even in the Pax Yargoldin, warriors are needed, especially in the outlying areas. Zae Vashina is one of those warriors, an uncommon woman captain and veteran of several battles against brigands and marauders, likely having received her title and command position due to ineligibility for marriage. Like most, however, her story is short and will likely be lost to history.

>>18151935
Though there is much peace in the Pax Yargoldin, there are still remnants of the War Times still lingering. There is the Novus Machina rampaging the countryside with the power-made Delphie at the helm. There is the mighty Elona, Queen of Warriors, guarding the Ondaran Tomb at Soltere. And there are the distant nations of Ivorhelm and Valandria who see the young Pax as a target for conquest. Also, the Calgari Witch-Lords and the Leonan who have been roaming closer to the Pax's lands.

A recent sighting includes an armored warrior nicknamed the Crimson Omen. So far, the Omen has neither attacked the Pax or anyone else, but its presence is threatening, chilling even...

>>18151935
>"Sword?"

"Sharpened and rust free."

>"Spare sword?"

"Same."

>"Armor?"

"Polished and snug, don't worry, I learned from last time I got that big blister on my shoulder."

>"Right, right. Well, as you know, infiltrating this city was the easy part. Smuggling in our equipment was even easier. Ready for the hard part?"

"Sneak into the palace, assassinate the royal guard, kidnap the princess. Boss, you got an odd definition of 'hard'. I'd call this the fun part."

>"Right... Remind me to have you sent to a psychiatrist if we survive this."

"No promises."

>>18152033
Forgot my pic.

>>18151747
A common warrior of the Calgari. The Calgari, humanlike beings of pallid skin, dread magic, and an affinity for the cold, are cruel and vicious though seemingly few in number. Calgari live to the far north of the Pax Yargoldin, and have been prodding at both Valandria to the west and the Pax at the East, apparently testing them for something. Their homeland, a place of misty valleys and snowy mountains, is as cold and unforgiving as their warriors. The unnatural chilling mist seeps from the northlands to precede their arrival and masking their numbers.

Very nice thread, enjoyed it muchly.

Sage for no contribute.

>>18152004
The times have changed young one, sit and let me tell you a little secret. The battles of old are now over, yet there still lurks a uneasiness in the air. Some fear the Crimson Omen that has bin sighted near the Pax, yet most fear that they saw Shalrad reborn as again somewhere beyond the Red Fields. I'm just an old man weary of adventuring and age, no one will remember me for my chance of glory has passed. But now I give the torch to you traveler, if you can find out the truth about this two beings glory would be yours.

>>18152053
I have made contact with the Crimson Omen!

No no no no! These aren't just tales of a madman, no! What would you say if the almighty Whisperer of Aeons is actually the one in control, not the Knight-Ruler Elisa!? Before you put me into the dungeon for heresy, hear me out!

The Omen is here to protect us... the Whisperer has allies in his realm... allies ready to take over this world at his command! Seek Shalrad's ghost! He knows the details! Get your hands off of me! Nooooo!!!!!

>>18151403

"The 'notorious' combat alchemist Zebulon Drake? Yeah, that'd be me- but cut me a little slack. I never once claimed to be a law-abiding man, or for that matter a particularly good one. So have I broken a few little laws? Yeah, sure. I drink, I cheat, I steal, I break hearts. I screw high-bred girls who can't keep their legs together for five minutes at a time. It's just what I do. Alchemy and explosions? Those too, if you like." He reached into his cloak and produced a handful of flasks, and before we could react he'd thrown them all, creating a billowing cloud of acid-green vapor. The smoke was so thick and noxious we'd have been lucky to get two feet without retching, to say nothing of what the cloud would do to our armor and flesh. "For what it's worth, I am genuinely sorry about torching the Royal Gardens, but tell Her Majesty that a) it's her own damn fault she didn't mention the Scorchblossoms to the princess, and b) putting dangerous plants under her slag daughter's window won't actually make the girl any less of a slag." Through the smoke we could see him salute us with a sword and a simian grin, before offering a mock bow. Behind him a window shattered, and there was a great flapping, as of leather or wings- his cloak, I was sure. By the time the fresh air had cleared the smoke, the bar was long empty and any sounds of the his escape had long gone past our hearing.

Taking a quick break folks. Another picture for your time. Be back soonish.

>>18152129
The Bleak Sheperd? Yes, I know of her legend. Sister to Death himself, or perhaps daughter, depending on what translations of the myth you follow.

They say she appears as a young girl, clad in peasant rags, skin bone-pale and hair the dim yellow of guttering candleflame. She carries only a crookstaff, the top alight with ghostly blue witchfire, and her charges appear as skeletal lambs, blue flame in place of wool.

Her task is to gather and care for the spirits of dead children - innocent victims, war orphans, and vagabond street-waifs.

Surely, in these dire times, her flock must be quite numerous indeed.

Gonna make a break as well, but first...
>>18152169
Where Ondara once stood now grow a new country, one that differed from the previous completely. The ruler of this land is Vetrova the Queen of New Ondaran and mother to Morand. She ruled the new empire with an iron fist and yet she managed to win the love of the masses. Mostly because of her son, the warrior who singlehandedly slew the entire orc clans to the south. The legends of these two will be written in blood and treachery.

>>18151407
The Witches of the Calgari are northlander women who have delved deeply into dark magic. As tall and imposing as any of their kin, most are also powerful warriors, effortlessly weaving chilling enchantments into their brutal weapons.

Unlike many mages, however, the Calgari Witches rarely are the sort to fling fireballs. Their magic is more subtle, slowly reshaping terrain, animating construct servants of unsettling grace, or bathing areas in the dreaded cold mists. Some people of the Pax have even claimed witchery was involved in unexplained deaths, where victims would grow cold as ice, fall asleep and simply never wake up.

Male Witches are instead known as Witchlords, and for having both the 'woman's art' and the 'male power', are often put in leadership of a Calgari Hold. Although they are powerful, and the Witchking-- the overlord of all Calgari-- claims dominion over the northlands, it is the Witchqueen who truly rules, with various ranks of Witches under her auspices.

And back.

>>18150921
There's always a good side to every way. Sure, they say that to the victor goes the spoils, but the best spoils are left outside of the victors' reach. This is where folk like me come in.

Oh excuse me, the name's Belross Tolt, and I am a treasure hunter. My travels have taken me from the Royal Gardens at Valandria to the Obsidian Throne of Ivorhelm, the Knight Hall of the Pax Yargoldin to the Frostlands of the Calgari Witches, and everywhere in between. These are my associates, Reffan and Steltz. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

I am glad that you have taken my summons seriously. You see, there's this big tomb in Soltere, but you know there's no entry there. Either Vetrova's men that are swarming there or Elona, the daughter of Shalrad, will be there to take us out. That's where you come in.

I hear that you harbor the Ghost of Shalrad, the key which opens the tomb-

H-hey! Come back here! We can get the men to keep you safe, but we need you to open it. WHAT!? You WON'T open it!? But... but there can be so much in there... treasure, history, knowledge... you can take what you can get your hands on first, we promise! We just want to see the damn place for ourselves!

Don't walk off! Reffan! Steltz! Get him! I was hoping we could have done this quietly...

>>18152481
...to every WAR. WAR. With a fucking 'r'!

Carry on.

Yes it's from Guild Wars 2, and yes it makes an awesome Mage portrait.

But I don't like roleplaying so I just decided to post it.

>>18152504
The Iron Coast of Ivorhelm is a dangerous, lawless place, worsened by the presence of corsairs with home ports in the islands off the mainland. These corsairs are a dangerous, but bold and adventurous lot, sometimes ranging as far as the Pax as they raid or trade.

>>18152481
What do sentient begins see the last, short moment they die. The white tunnel, their entire life flashes or something else? I will tell you what they do see the next moment they pass on. They will see me. I have no name and I shall not be named, the only reason I am talking to you in your dreams is that you hold the key to Shalrads resting place. That monstrous being continued his rampage even into the realm beyond the grave. If he is not stopped, he will return stronger even from the Gods that fabricated this realm. I do not have insight where such gigantic power came to manifest within him, but you must be his counterbalance. As you are now, you will perish on the very sight of Shalrad, so rally an army to serve you and the gods shall aid in this battle.

Not basing it off a picture, but continuing off of this instead.

>>18152647
It so happened that Shalrad was finally felled in the Battle of the Ruinous Road, finally bested by a vengeful Tenesa. In his final moments in this realm, the King of Warriors realized that the Whisperer lied to him. He was not at all taking his mantle, but only turned into a pawn for the Whisperer of Aeons. Though his body could not move, his rage ensued, an enmity which followed him into the Aeons' realm.

You see, the Aeons created this world and maintain it through various means. The Whisperer is the one who records the history of the world, but his meddling has shown that he has higher aspirations. It seems that he wishes to take over the mortal world as his own, to isolate it from its creators and maintainers for good. Unfortunately for those opposing the Whisperer high above, Shalrad has targeted all of Aeon-kind. And of course, there are those trying to harness the Ghost of Shalrad for their own empowerment, which only complicates matters even further.

It is a truly difficult situation that requires drastic action.

>>18152705
Was it greed, was it the sense of duty or any other reason, the Wheel of Fate slowly turns in a different direction. The Crimson Order, the New Ondara Empire, Pax Yargoldin and many people of little or grand fame marched to the ruins of Soltere. What destiny will unfold for these mortal, the only answer lies within the man who bears the key to Shalrad, whom history will remember as Nepokor, translated from the language of the Old Ones: THE UNBROKEN.

>>18152140

Natalia Sivor, Also known as Natalia the Shield of North, was the daughter of late Jarl Adrian Sivor until the time of his dead at the hands of Cerendi raiders from the other side of the grey sea while defending against their early incursion in the northern coasts of Almir, what follow has become a popular tale amongst the population of Almir, not long after reviving word of the dead of his father Natalia took all the remaining men of her household and began a campaign of complete extermination of Cerendi raiders. After a series of successful against the raiders their leaders call for a truce hoping to end the escalating conflict and return to their homelands with tribute. Natalia refusing to meet with the murders of her father and calling cowards and fools to the Jarls that could trust the words of raiders promise that the conflict could only end with the dead of every Cerendi in their lands. Unwilling to let the murders of her father the chance to escape Natalia and her veteran forces made a daring raid behind the Cerendi forces burning every single of their ships along the coast. Trapped, demoralize and deny their supplies and previous capture loot the Cerendi broke whatever semblance of organization left on them and were some cut down by the other Jarls and Natalia herself. Natalia could not return home until one year later after having hunt down every Remnant of the Cerendi raiders.

>>18152809
Yeah, I think I'm done with this storyline. It's plenty detailed and you just left it open enough for others to play off of it if they wish. So now...

>>18152815
The Monument of Wrath, a statue dedicated to the late general Sarthas Muur, is a popular place to pay homage during one's travels through the Kingdom of the Greystar. Especially of note there are the annual sermons given by the Excelar, Tureas Ridol, which keep the legend the General's excellence in battle alive for future generations. His language is passionate, his voice boisterous, sometimes bordering on hateful.

The Excelar is your target for this mission. He needs not poison the youth with the General's exploits of rancorous wrath, if Greystar is going to realize peace, both within and without.

I think we found Shalrads tomb.
>>18152815

The mass slowly gathered more near and near the ruins of Soltere. Causing minor skirmishes that later led to bigger and bigger clashes of mortals. In these battles many names raised into power. The Queen Vetrova perished by the hands of traitors and her battle hungry son crowned himself the new king.
The Crimson Order was mysterious as it ever was, only little insight was reviled about them. Among other things, they were not human... not even alive for that matter.
There were many rumors about the return of the Whisperer and the Warrior King, but the rumors is all that remains. The entire plane is moving in a way even the Old Ones can't predict with much certainty. But one thing they surly know is that Shalrad will be free one way or the other, and when he does... he will change the very foundation of existance.

Gonna take another break from this thread. Jolly good time thus far, gents!

>>18152885

Guess I'll just finish what I had in mind for this story and let others fluf a bit.

>>18152976

In the end the Second War Times achieved their peak, blood flowed and carnage spread like wild fire. The Pax and the Crimson Order on one side and the New Ondara Empire with Ivorhelm and Valandria on the other. Between them walked a man who wanted to end it all, a man who carries the fate of many, yet he can't fight his own. On his side are Elona, the daughter Shalrad, Witches of Calgari and their Witch-Lords, the Leonan and the Novus Machina which was finally free of Delphies madness.

Struggling through the fields death, their goal is at hand: The Soltere tomb, the final resting place of Shalrad. Approaching the tomb, Nepokor was seized by power that no one could imagine. He twisted as his bones were crushed into dust and no one could help him, but watch as he died in agony. Out of the broken body, a spirit stood high and proud like he was a god himself. Materializing in a living being, all now witnessed the rebirth of Shalrad. They fought for hours into the night till the rise of dawn, and by the first sunlight only the New God stood, as everyone fell to his feet. The insanity that occurred on the great battlefield ended the Second War Times drenching half of the continent in dim blood red color.

No one stood a chance against the new and unstoppable Shalrad. When everything was done, he stood victorious and the peak of the hill with a delightful smile on his face. ''This is just the first step Whisperer of Aeons... you and your masters are next.'' The Wheel of Fate still turns...

And I'm back.

>>18152809

>11th Day of High Sun, 402nd Year of Artapon's Age
>Diary of Palda Tarsach, Lieutenant of the 34th Expedition Brigade, the Holy Sovereignty of Tenarea

It is the first day of my team's trip into the Mountains of Salt on the easternmost border with our neighbor, the Federation of Mazardan Kingdoms. The Federation has alerted my team by courier of a a group of barbarians making their way through the Mountains from the south and has asked for our assistance in exploring the matter. Through the use of a looking glass, I have deducted the barbarians to be of the Dafam Tribe, who usually takes a route closer to the nearby Neret River in their seasonal migrations.

The Federation is most worried that the Dafami tribespeople may end up going into their territory, a matter which is strictly forbidden by the terms of the Fourth Treaty of Mazard some years ago. I have reason however to believe that a predator has entered the river's ecosystem instead. Though we haven't witnessed it ourselves, it takes a lot to deter the hardy Dafami people, only yielding to those stronger and more threatening than they are.

I have instructed my troops to be on the watch for predatory activity along the Neret Valley. In the meantime, My team and I are venturing into the mountains both to help the Dafami through without entering Mazardan territory as well as to inquire about what caused the change in route. Though they aren't particularly friendly to civilized people, I'm sure they will accept help in a dire enough case.

>>18152064
>12th Day of High Sun, 402nd Year of Artapon's Age
>Diary of Enra Medor, Sergeant of the 34th Expedition Brigade, the Holy Sovereignty of Tenarea

I have been assigned to lead troops from the Brigade up and down the Neret Valley in search of predatory activity which may have redirected the Dafam migration eastwards into the Mountains of Salt bordering Mazard's lands, in which Lieutenant Tarsach and his team are headed right now. Usually this means that we are looking for a creature of some sort, and given that this is the Dafami people we are dealing with, it's likely something really large and otherwise fearsome. We found no such thing so far - no tracks found by our spotters, no scents gathered by our hounds, nothing. However, one of the scouts came back with an unsettling report - a Mazardan hunter is stalking the Valley, as well as the lightly armored figure carrying the corpse of a young Dafami child. I know the Treaty is only three years old and there is still enmity between the Mazardans and the Dafami, but for a Mazardan to come into Tenarean territory to hunt them down?

Disturbing as this is, there is no reason to believe that this is a sanctioned act of the Mazardan government quite yet. There are still missing soldiers from their ranks after the war ended back then. Perhaps some of them decided to eke a living here, but just couldn't part with their Mazardan armor. I will lead a diplomatic party to the Amber Shore, where the scout spotted the activity, and hopefully make contact with the Mazardan, perhaps to inform him of the situation.

It's very late here and I'm tired to write now. So I'll bump with a few pics.

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>>18155868
Thanks bro. Could use some more writefags in here too.

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>>18155889
You are welcome. If I have the time tomorrow, I'll do some CPR to the thread to make it active a little longer.

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>>18155945
Getting the urge to write, but my brain keeps crashing.

>>18155920
No problem. In any case...

>>18155889
>13th Day of High Sun, 402nd Year of Artapon's Age
>Diary of Palda Tarsach, Lieutenant of the 34th Expedition Brigade, the Holy Sovereignty of Tenarea

Every time I deal with the Dafam tribe, I always have to remark about them in the diary. Many folk in the cities wouldn't understand what I was talking about when I tell them that they are a hardy people. They are large, grey-skinned, and extraordinarily resilient. Unfortunately for them during their war with the Federation, they are also incredibly stubborn and slow to boot. They had no chance against the flighty Mazardan army and their ancient combat secrets.

In any case, my team caught up with the Dafami group traversing the Mountains of Salt. Usually, it's not their type of terrain, but given their circumstances, it's better to deal with the Mountains rather than what was apparently a lone Mazardan hunter doing his work in Tenarean space (I will have to consult the Diplomatic Committee about this afterwards.) Fortunately for us though, their chieftain Uuark'fam has agreed to let us escort his group through the Mountains on their way north, for the summer months, as well as our assistance in clearing up the matter. They are still licking their wounds from the war, three years afterwards.

I do dread speaking with the Diplomatic Committee... the Mazardans are still riding their victory high from the war, and relations are strained, to say the least.

>>18156046
Then write small bits and pieces?

>>18155430
Liliana Harned. Born under the sign that she was the Forthcoming one. Many believed that the most powerful and most righteous among them all - for in the night on her birth the moon shined onto her cradle before she was placed into it. The moment the child was put in the cradle, the moons shine illuminated the mark on her bellybutton. And thus gave her the name Liliana the child of the Moon.

Years passed and the child grew until her age of eleven, when she decided to stop growing. Those were the times of the demons and children were the most targeted. Yet not even one dared approach the village this child was born. For she held the power at very young age to bend the demons will to her own. Even the most strongest were not immune to her power. But she was a child and the only thing in her mind was playing with the world around her.

The demons had other ways of dealing with a menace like this. If a demon can't kill her, then a man will. The village was burned, none survived and the little girl who should now be a young woman in age was left alone. The fire destroyed her eyesight, but she could see. The men who took everything she held dear to heart and the demons that guided their hand.

The child shrieked and thus she grew into a woman that should have been. No one know what happened after that, but one thing is sure: The child of the Moon is still alive, and she still hunts the wicked creatures of the demonic planes.

>>18155945
>This was particularly challenging for me, I hope you like it

It is cold, tonight. I can see bumps on her pale flesh, her cheeks like succulent sanguine. From her trembling lips she breaths mist, fading to shadows against the frozen gusts. Her tattered cloth sack is useless against the primal elements; her bare feet more raw with every step through the wood. Only her golden hair provides any respite, falling like silk curtains around her crescent-moon face. Were she any other mortal, the pitiful appearance of this little girl would have intoxicated me, the scent of her agony like honeyed apples. But she holds the staff, and with that my servitude.
“Mistress, it would be wise to seek shelter for the evening,” I inform her, “Your death would be most inconvenient for us both.”
Her pace continues, ignoring my suggestion. She is a strange mortal, this little girl. Her will is matched only by her stubbornness, and both far exceed that of my masters before me. It reminds me of the warlock who sought to permanently seal my servitude to him, despite all warnings from his cabal. His soul held more sins of greed than any other I had seen before or since. It was delicious.
My thoughts are interrupted as the little girl stops her stride.
“It is cold, Baal’ith,” she says, “Carry me.”
I scoop the girl up into my arms and gently caress her as I seek shelter in the ancient oaks around us. To my surprise, I stumble across an elder tree within the forest. The hollowed out trunk is devoid of its previous occupants. I bring the girl into the cave, and shield her from the elements as she drifts to sleep. I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath, and I tuck her more closely against my fetid frame.
After one thousand years of damnation, I believed myself to be devoid of emotion. Then again, I suppose love comes to us when we least expect it.

>>18155735
Lewis Leo. This anthropomorphic lionman was not always like this, once he was also a man of alchemical arts to study the molecules and reagents to brew the most powerful potions. Working hard as always his cat entered the laboratory and started breaking vials and chemical containers left and right. Lewis managed to save the cat, but not himself of the explosion. Severely disfiguring his face and body, he didn't bother with that and continued making his potions in his renovated laboratory.

Turns out that Lewis was working on a shapeshifting potions that has a prolonged and more stable effect, unlike most shapeshifters found in the wild or the world of magic. He brew such a powerful potion that made him permanently what he is now. His appearance was never an issue for him, but somehow it turned for the better. He grew much fond to the townsfolk, for children were always jumping around to grab his mane. He didn't mind, nor did he mind when was introduced to the royal family. Now loved and respected, Lewis Leo was a lionman of high class and intellect... at least the cats learned to stay away from him.

>>18156355
A touching tale. 1Good job

>>18156355
Shit, wrong link >>18155920
But I think you got it. Thanks, and I'm glad you enjoyed it.

>>18155868
>15th Day of High Sun, 402nd Year of Artapon's Age
>Diary of Enra Medor, Sergeant of the 34th Expedition Brigade, the Holy Sovereignty of Tenarea

Something terrible has happened today. Apothecary Doradell came back from the Mountains with a wounded soldier with awful news. Lieutenant Tarsach has been slain, along with most of his team as well as the Dafami migrants. It was a Mazardan ambush, from the sound of it. The Apothecary trembled as she spoke of evil magicks woven by the masked warriors who came out of nowhere. I found this hard to believe, given that magick has been sealed from this world ever since the Kordasha Insurrection some four hundred years ago. But when a platoon of plant creatures sprung before my company alongside several Mazardan warriors, there was no denial of it. They got the upper hand and wiped out a sizable portion of my troops, but we managed to get away.

To hell with the Diplomatic Committee... this is going straight to the High General. We are at war with the Federation now!

>>18156427
Post a pic or two. So we can write some stuff, bro.

>>18156046
Dallan Thews. He was a right good elfish archer in the Empire's army, before his eye got shot out.

He's still perfectly good at what he does, but the rules were made by humans and humans say you need two eyes to shoot. So he was discharged (honorably, and allowed to keep his kit), and now he makes his living as a guardsman for hire; he often serves merchants on their travels through his home turf, the great coniferous forests that cover the eastern stretches of the continent.

As a former Sgt, Thews is reliable to a fault and capable of mollifying the pickiest client with his well-honed deflecting skills. He isn't terribly close to the animals of the forests, but the crows see in his one-eyed face their master, and they help him often. He prefers to not eat meat, but whatever the forest finds fit to allow him, he eats.

Thews doesn't get along with gnomes very well- he's a tree sort of elf and gnomes tend to be burrowing types and we all know what burrowing all into a tree's root system does to them.

>>18156471
Sure, my folder right now is a little empty, but I'll post a few.

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>>18156570

This is the last one from me for now...
>>18156545
Svarog Gavel.
''The darkness is everywhere, I am there and nowhere, do I even exist in this place? I don't have the answer to that. It feels like I'm floating on a endless ocean covered from all light that is made by the gods. It's cold. Is this Hell? What have I done wrong to be here in this place? I just... can't remember. Feeling so tired, need to sleep, but my eyes won't close. Am I even awake? Is this just a nightmare that comes and passes as the morning gives birth to a new day? Someone or something is coming... where is it? The light, it's so beautiful, so tranquil. Let me approach it, let me bathe in the rays of light once more! Let me see the morning sun... as it destroys this pitiful blood leech...''

The song is all that remains of this vampire, the song was named ''We offer the Sun''

>>18156478
>24th Day of High Sun, 402nd Year of Artapon's Age
>Diary of Hemier Jasroth, Colonel of the 3rd General Battalion, the Holy Sovereignty of Tenarea

It has been five days since the beleaguered Sergeant Medor returned from the Neret Valley with the news of Lieutenant Tarsach’s demise and the Mazardan invasion. It was obvious that Tenarea didn’t care much for our eastern neighbor when you spoke to the elite, but we tried to retain diplomatic relations with them, even after their brutal victory over the Dafam tribes of the Southern Plains three years ago. And now, they come at us after finally unlocking the puzzle of Cedrak’s Seal placed upon the world after the Insurrection so long ago.

If this is the case, we should be able to tap into our libraries to relearn the ways of magick. However, we do not know how long it will take for us to do so, so we will have to hold the Mazardans off while the bookworms research back at the Capital. Despite the circumstances, the display of our martial strength is truly a sight to behold. Hundreds of archers in several rows along the Amber Coast of the Neret River, thousands of swordsmen are at the ready along the banks and in the shallows; we are prepared for an assault, but all is quiet for now. Given Sergeant Medor and Apothecary Doradell’s account of the treachery, the Mazardans are looking for a weakness in position in order to launch an ambush. As long as we remain stoic and strong, they will be forced to meet us directly…

>>18156713
The sand in my armors joints was far from comfortable. The glaring sun, the stifling heat. I was practically roasting alive in here, but it hardly mattered anymore. I’ve come too far, scythed down too many good men for this to end now. I crest yet another dune, an endless sea of sand before me. But another league to the sea, and the waiting boats of that scheming pirate and his slavers.

I’m not sure how long I’d been walking like this, but there was too much at stake. God above, I had thought this life behind me when I left the Spellbreaker corps three years ago. Now, I’m back in my Warded armor, mageslayer axe in hand, hunting down the man who kidnapped my family.

I’ve killed too many innocent people, too many people who did not deserve death. I was too blinded by Zealotry. Now, I will bring my wrath, my hate down upon the lowest of scum. Someone who deserves it.

The sun is setting, and I can hear seagulls. God as my witness, let justice be done.

>>18156703
Love it, the name is awesome too, I just like the sound of it.

>>18156791
I was listening to this song at the moment of writing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93Kqz49tQB8
Skip to the 2:47 mark, that was the inspiration.

I think I'm all written out, sadly. Brain is derping now. I do hope y'all enjoyed my efforts and hope that y'all will continue on without me. I'll be watching and maybe commenting, but I think I'm done with fluffing out tonight.

>>18156570
Sent me to my death they have, on this fools errand of a quest. I am a knight of highest honour and skill, never shall I turn from an order given from my King. But to search the dreaded Døstran swamplands for our beloved prince Aeofel, knowing full well that no man nor beast hath ever returned from within its marshes, it is truly madness untold, even the layman can see that. A fog thick as any great forest surrounds the lands for a thousand miles east and west, and they say terrible gargantuan beasts roam in the mountains that entrap its southern boarders. Oh Gods protect me from whatever may lurk in this hellish murkway of mud and death. Please deliver me safely unto lord Aeofel and then brings us back into the halls of our kingdom, so that I may rest safely in the arms of my beloved Tzani.

>>18156535
I have been known as many things this stretch of eternity and agent for as many things as man might think of: the Harbinger of death and bringer of war, Asurei; a thief and stealer of souls, Ma-lomuk, a trickster of men and gods and creatures unthinkable, Zodaresh. Today, I am Antoinette Fariea. And I want to play a little game with the inhabitants of this era, this golden age of the High King Soriden Mu.