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Kkid
August 30th, 2013, 03:49 PM
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Hey people of Priston!

Ever think the story of your character needed to be written for all to read? Is your heroic tale worth telling? The struggle of your character from conception to their greatness they are today? Well now is your chance! We're looking for the players to tell the best story of their character's uprising here at Priston Tale.

Telling your epic tale does come with it's perks of course! The top 3 stories will be awarded Suba Point prizes:


1st Place: 20,000 Suba Points
2nd Place: 10,000 Suba Points
3rd Place: 5,000 Suba Points

Along with your winnings, is the chance for your characters tale to go down in history to read for ages to come. The top 3 stories will be added to the Forum's Fan Creations (https://forum.subagames.com/showthread.php?t=56038&p=575773#post575773) page!

The contest will run for 1 month: September 1st to September 30th

All tasks do come with some rules that need to be followed:


All stories must be between 2,000 and 5,000 words.
Anyone found of plagiarizing will be automatically disqualified.
One story entry per account. Any extra entries will be deleted.
Stories cannot contain profanity, abusive, offensive or any other language of that sort. All stories are subject to review by Suba Games Staff.


All entries must be posted in this thread.

Once everyone has written their tale, Suba Games staff will pick our Top 3 favorites.


Good luck to everyone, we cant wait to read them all!

Kkid
September 1st, 2013, 01:01 PM
bump for awesomeness

MirMirxCheri
September 1st, 2013, 01:09 PM
Oh cool I'll get writing :D

NakedKobra
September 1st, 2013, 07:54 PM
I can speak and write english but writing a story will be impossible.
Thx for the event.

Kriss0090
September 1st, 2013, 09:52 PM
I can speak and write english but writing a story will be impossible.
Thx for the event.

Write in spanish, genius.

Nice event, looking forward to try my writing skills :P

Si13yQ6HHM262HL
September 2nd, 2013, 12:08 AM
wish it wont be a lame like that joke =/.

ReyJohn
September 2nd, 2013, 09:28 PM
My professor destroyed my first story I wrote yesterday during his class hours -_-

Kkid
September 3rd, 2013, 02:32 PM
goosebumps.

Tonax
September 3rd, 2013, 02:36 PM
Writing? :ehh:

reading skills, if there is...

I want to join... :D

Fyazkhee
September 3rd, 2013, 06:09 PM
Write in spanish, genius.

Nice event, looking forward to try my writing skills :P

Can i write in tagalog or visaya? nyahahaha my boss tonax can help to translate from visaya to english...
haha gogo boss!

PikeVL
September 4th, 2013, 09:48 AM
[CM]Kkid,

Your signature states we can contact you for help via skype? What is your skype information?

Thank you,

Roseshealer

Natsumeia09
September 5th, 2013, 09:54 PM
“A Foxy Story”
By jfox708

I magically spawned in a floating panorama called Pillai..

Pillai is a mystical town residing in a floating platform of mysterious and magical landscape, it is the home of the race called Morions that practices religious and traditional wisdoms to guide them in their individual and social relationship with each other and the nature around them. I believe that i was created in a manner of speaking to journey these wonderful and magical world called Pristonland. My name is jfox708 and I am perceived to be a knight, protector of light against darkness. I looked around and see some well dressed warriors in robes and some with glistening armors with their awesome weapons and shields, right there I said to myself “I’ll be like that someday!” Then someone or something said “Yes, u will be.” It was a young phoenix hovering over my head, I was startled at first, he’s name is Eor and he told me that he was bounded to me by the kingdom to guide me and help me to get started on my passage to this celestial monolith, he brought me some gears and weapons to wear so I wouldn’t be half naked strolling around the town. Amazement and awed has filled my heart looking around and feeling the cool breeze of the wind from the clouds that hangs so close to where I’m standing. “I’m going to be a great warrior like them!” I said to Eor, “Then follow me,” he said grinning. He flew in an alley with two Pillai guards standing and I rushed behind him running, and in the middle was a glowing platform with magical symbols written on it. He asked me to stand in the middle of the platform and everything went blindingly bright and brighter that everything around me was swallowed in a burst of divining spectral of light.

I closed my eyes and so my journey begins..

He directed me towards a rich and thick forest called Road to the Wind, We battled biting hopies, shielded goblins, mutated plants and many more cute monsters which sadly have to perish in my hands to make me a better warrior in the process. During my experience, Eor has always been a handy lil companion which taught me alot of things about the lands. He introduced me to Raymond, a great SkillMaster of Pillai, that taught me some neat skills when i reached level 10. The sad thing was, the young phoenix said farewell to me at that instant and told me that i can manage alone from now on. I’m going to miss him, despite the fact that he talks too much during a fight; he’s still my very first friend that I met and really depended on during my younger days in this tale. I continued my way deeper into the forest to reach the Valley of Tranquility and Land of Dusk to make myself stronger and better, every time I set foot on different and weird lands with equally different and weird monsters that lives in them, and walk out victorious, I can feel the strength and power flowing over me. At level 20, Raymond set me out on a quest to hunt 7 magical Oils so he can teach me some new skills that I need to keep me alive on a much dangerous desert maps ahead. After completing the quest, I begun scouring the barren lands of Ruinen and Castle of The Lost that is once was a thriving city before the evil Babel attacked in this magical world that I have chose to defend, fighting every skeletons, scorpions, evil dolls and many more dark beings that hinders on my way. Further going on deeper to the Refuge of The Ancients and Garden of Freedom I reached level 40, I met a fellow warrior named Ravenblood, a fighter, he brought me to a town called Ricarten and he said that he was born here and we became good friends. Ricarten is the exact opposite of my home town, this is the busiest street that I've ever seen and markets all around the place, all the traders, sellers and buyers are making their transactions here. Trading and selling all my loots in my previous endeavors, I got a lot of gold to buy myself some good gears, weapons and supply stuffs to be ready for our next travel; we used a magical Warpgate that teleports us to a town called Navisco.

Navisco is a cold place which lies in the middle of the desert lands and only few shops are opened here. We noticed that the dwellers here are abit silent and passive unlike the town from where we came from. Then twilight came and to our surprise, Navisco was a cursed town that monsters roam freely here at night time. I drew my sword and Ravenblood wields his axe and fought back to back until dawn rises, that’s the only time we could buy supplies and get some rest for the coming evening. Surviving every night and gaining experience every step of the way, we finally reached level 60. We went our separate paths and never to see each other again to meet our respective SkillMasters to hunt and fight the bosses of the lands. To prove my worthiness to Raymond, I had to beat him as well in a duel so he can teach me more new deadly skills if I want to stay alive in roaming the darker dungeons and sanctuaries that is filled with monstrous evil and cursed beings. I wondered inside, using all my trainings and leveled skills, I fought my way deeper and deeper to the hole. Wounded and battered in the endless blackness of the Beehive cave, three Silhouettes came to aid me, a Mage w/his destructive Diasthropism, an Atalanta w/her precision attacks and a Priestess that heals our every pains and bruises on every battle, for we need everyones strengths and experties to survive. Pushing our way into the deepest catacomb called Sanctuary of Darkness, The Warriors of Pillai have proven himself valiant against battling all the demons that lies within. We also trampled the depths of The Ancient Prisons in search of magical gears and weapons for us to use or trade in our occasional visits into towns. Set forth to finding more powerful gears and weapons in fighting more powerful monsters, these Defensive Gears and Weapons are needed to be strengthen and destructive respectively by aging them in our town by an eccentric wizard named Arcane w/his apprentice Newtor or mixing them w/magical stones called Sheltoms by an alchemist named Morald in Ricarten. We became a raiding party in this part of the country and the monsters had come to fear us. The Mage leads our group while I helped him to frontline every attacks that we make, and the Atalanta and the Priestess are behind us mass killing every animosities that still standing on our warpath. We decided to walk our different ways when we are closing in to level 70.

Reaching level 80, My SkillMaster has summoned me to do the final quest so he can teach me my final skills and make me a full pledge Valiant Knight in preparations to surviving the iron maps that spawns deadly and enigmatic creatures like Ruinic Guardians and Iron Fist to name a few. He sent me out to hunt 3 kinds of monsters and help out to make them extinct for their destructive nature, after finishing the 3 quest, an elder Wizard teleported me to an unknown arena somewhere that I couldn’t recognize. Then suddenly, a fiery lion named Hestian which attacked me furiously along with his summoned minions called Xetans. After a grueling battle and eventually killing him, Raymond was pleased to see me that I have survived the hard task that he has given me. Becoming a Valiant Knight, I set foot for the first time in Heart of Perum, joining other gladiators of the land in annihilating the evils that succumbs the various entities that we swore to get rid of and protect our right to live with harmony to this magical plain.

We traveled across the Eura Village, which is the only safe place to rest and buy needed supplies to keep on our campaign to vanquish all the evils that dwelt in these icy parts of the continent called Gallubia and Frozen Sanctuary which spawns the coldest killers in Pristonland that gives every citizen a chill down to their darkest fears. We fought the likes of a gigantic Blizzard and the cursed Chaos Cara that drains your life essence and strength, many warriors have fallen, I, wounded and fell too, but for every scars we had, we returned much ferocious than ever before. We faced Valento head on, we thrived and survive every cold thrust his sword can wield at us. At every victories we’d won in the freezing lands, we became proud and dignified. Like all other beings, gladiators and warriors tends to become too greedy for power and strength that every single one of us is gathered to form parties and clans, Morions and Tempskrons alike, and unites for the cause and in some part allying with one another in the battle for power and supremacy across the land. I joined the siege of the place called Bless Castle, together with my brothers and sisters in arms. Succeeding on our goals for a period of time, we reigned, until another clan wins the siege and ruled over the kingdom.

On the way back to Ricarten, using the Warpgate form the Land of Chaos after a hunt with some of my fellow warriors, running towards the street to the main plaza. I noticed a familiar face, standing in the bushes of strawberries and cherries. It was the Priestess that healed me in the cave and I said “hi”, she can’t remember me but I remember her too well cause she was a strong and intimidating young woman when I first met her. We became friends again and told each others’ past journeys to this world that is sad to say, still being harassed by evil beings and monstrous creatures. We shared stories of victory and failures along the way that makes us a little stronger every time we stand up from a fall, laugh at every jokes and mourn for the fallen ones, but above all, survive every single battle and gain experiences to make us stronger and much more powerful the next time around. I’m looking forward to a bright future with her, and maybe, just maybe, she would like me to be a part of that bright future of hers too.

Reaching level 10x and being able to reach every part of the world has given us a chance to look back and savor the experience of travelling and all the hard work one must partake to get the sense of achievement on glory and contentment. At present, I stand around in Ricarten with her in the hope of making things better for the future adventurers who will wished to journey like we did and everyone else that made the pack in protecting our holy land to evils that still lurks in the horizon. We still hunt dark corridors and stingy roads in search for good gears, weapons and magical artifacts for ourselves and to others as well, Give some helping hand to someone in need if we can, and make their journey easier even for just a little. 11x and 10x Warriors like me had tried hard to eliminate every moving creatures inside a demonic temple called Eternal Tower, that cradles Revived Warriors of the land and Undead King Hopies in this twisted and horrifying place. These creatures are giving us a good fight and too many has fallen for sometimes, all we can do is retreat and just come back to continue our campaign. We also tried conquering the field of Ice Mine, this forsaken place is so deadly that even some of the most powerful warriors ever to walk this world has perished in the hands of Undead Miners, Mine Bats and Ice Serpents and many more horrifying creatures in the hope of finding some extra-ordinary and precious items that some formidable monster is protecting with their very own lives..

This is my story. And there’s no ending yet. I hope you enjoyed it and watch out for its continuation because for all we know, you might be included in this tale too.

The PristonTale saga..

XxWhiteRosexX
September 6th, 2013, 11:48 AM
A Tale of XxWhiteRosexX

As a young boy I had always dreamed of being one of the greatest warriors this land has ever seen! I enjoyed watching parades of celebration and excitement in my home town Ricarten. Here once a year, we would acknowledge a single warrior who displayed the greatest valor, honor, determination and strength and bath them with riches, while everyone chanted and yield their name which echo all across the town bouncing off of buildings, electrifying the air with the sound of crashing voices.
The time for this year’s parade is approaching fast, but before the City Council elects this year’s warrior, I would like to share with you my story as a warrior, and my how I have grown throughout these long and vigorous years.
Now I am not just a man, but a strong warrior of our world, and the time of year to bath our top warrior approaches. I remember the years of dedication I put in, by conditioning each week without the resources/technology of the younger society. “Back in my day” we did not get to use mysterious creatures, which we spawned from thin air, which would come help and aid ourselves in our training. “Back in my day” we had to kill devastating creatures on our own, or with the support of a few friends.
During the beginning I remember roaming thru the fields until I reached the Garden of Freedom. Here is where I learned some of my first tricks, which were of great importance to me. I was asked to help our local Skill Master, Verkan and defeat three wolves, which destroyed his uncle’s family. The Warrior Master was a young boy who could not stop these wolves from their ruthlessness, and now he is in charge of the security and protection of all Ricarten citizens; therefore, Skill Master Verkan has tasked me, XxWhiteRosexX, to venture out into the world of Ricarten and capture these ravage beasts. The skill master wants to see these ferocious animals for himself. He wants to put these retched beasts in captivity so no other citizens of Ricarten can be harmed by these wolves. Skill Master Verkan knows he will not gain any satisfaction nor fulfill his revenge by slaying these heartless animals. Now Skill Master Verkan uses these wolves as a training tool, for upcoming warriors in training, to test their endurance, strength and dedication to Priston Tale.
As weeks would progress, I felt a since of entitlement and empowerment for capturing these wolves. The Skill Master had a special place in his heart for me, and spent time training me with additional skills to make me an even more powerful warrior. I harnessed these skills in the depths of this land where I fought the undead and wicked. I would go daily to the Ruinen Village, which was pillage thousands of years ago, and now seems to have a stench of rotting and decay in the air. Here I would lay waste to these disgusting creatures and clean the airways by spinning my scythe faster and faster. My Tornados that I spawned would eventually make the air clean enough for humanity to coincide with these undead creatures. These lands are still dangerous to the untrained warrior, as Priston Tale still has not discovered a way to permanently remove these “undead” creatures from this land.
A sense of recognition begins to occur as I walk the streets of Ricarten. I can hear townfolk speak quietly as I walk by “hey is the XxWhiteRosexX, I hear he is becoming quite the warrior these days”. In fact, when I approached my local potion supplier Alliya, she asked me to perform a favor “For Her” the Bargons were destroying her local suppliers of herbs, which she uses to make her potions to sell to warriors. Alliya, hearing the townsfolk speak of high praises of me, asked me to go and destroy these evil vermin that were hindering her livelihood. Being the valiant warrior that I am, I set out to put an end to these vermin and decided to help Alliya with her request. Upon my return Alliya already knew these evil creatures no longer existed, as she could see an increase in her herbs supply from local vendors. When I went to inform her I had put an end to this, Alliya rush up to me with excitement and gave me a very warm welcome back to Ricarten. She was so excited, that she told me about a special potion that her family has known for centuries. She only had enough resources to manufacture one potion, and the ingredients were no longer available in our world. Alliya felt this was the biggest award she could give me, so she gave me the potion. As I quenched my thirst on this very special potion, I could feel my blood begin to boil, it felt as if I had flames coursing thru my eyes. I roared with great power, as I felt my body become even stronger. Now I feel like I could take on any challenges this world has to offer!
Skill Master, Verkan heard my “roar” and the next day when I approached him for our daily training in confronted me. Asked if that noise from last night in Ricarten was me? I told him it was, and that I helped Alliya with her potion shop and drank a special potion that made me feel honestly invincible. Verkan was so excited, he told me that was no “roar” that I made last night, but was a word from an ancient vocabulary that no one in Priston Tale knew existed. Verkan was a member of a secret society that no longer exists. The only thing that remained from this society was a very old weapon that hand markings on it not from this world. He told me that only a person that can speak the ancient language could wield this weapon, and unlock its true power. This weapon required resources that came from another world where this ancient language was spoken. In order retrieve these resources the warrior must know of the ancient society. By drinking Alliya’s potion it connected with this ancient society. By wielding the special weapon from Verkan, I would be able to go to Navisko at night and find extraterrestrials that come down to our world from another world. In order to see these aliens you have to be spiritually connected to their world, and by using the weapon from Verkan I will be able to extract the vamp sheltoms needed to active the full power of this weapon. Upon gaining the sheltoms, the weapon must be matured by a special ritual that requires the blood of three specific creatures in our world. The required blood is only known by the wielder of the this weapon, and after gathering the required ingredients I brought them back to Skill Master, Verkan. When he completed the ritual as practiced for many years in his secret society were both were amazed at what we saw. The weapon transformed into something we both had never seen before. This was the most powerful weapon in our world, so powerful in fact, that the origin plant of the weapon reclaimed this weapon after a short period of allowing me to learn its true power.

After learning about this weapons true power I confide in Skill Master Verkan. Verkan told me that what I saw was a powerful evil that lurked inside “The Cave”. In order to put an end to this evil power I had to go to this cave and destroy the mutant minions that reside there. The weapon’s origin plant townsmen called these minions the Muffin. These creatures had to be stopped, as they were corrupting our beloved mushrooms that Ricarten citizens loved. In addition to the Muffin, Verkan informed me that there was other evil developing in the cave. Verkan disclosed a particular monster type that he wanted me and me alone to hunt down while in the cave and dealing with the distant plant’s Muffins. I confronted these evil creatures head on, and with my Scythe I overpowered them and eventually cleansed this cave of this distant plants evil. Upon returning to Verkan, he himself challenged me to a duel to test my skills to see how I have progressed in mastering what he has taught me. Upon winning my duel Verkan passed on even more vital skills, which I still use to this day. After cleansing the cave of the evil Muffins, Ricarten citizens were so thankful they held a special Mushroom festival in my honor and allowed me to further my skills more so than any other warrior in our land. Verkan also taught me several knew skills. In particular I grew very fond of Chain Lance. To this day it is one of my favorite skills I use when hunting down evil monsters that roam our lands. Jumping through the air in a somersault like motion, I learned I can strike an enemy three times with one move. This move is so effective that I crush my enemy foes with ease.
One day while I was out training in the Battlefield of the Ancients, a strange figure appeared in the distance. This figure moved closer and closer, as the figure became larger I could begin to tell that this was somebody cloaked in attire not accustomed to Priston Tale. She questioned me on where I learned the somersault ability, and asked who had taught me that ability. After going over my story with her the strangely dressed women revealed her name to me “Michelle”. I introduced myself as XxWhiteRosexX. She wished to challenge my strength and nobility by giving me a task that involves not only great strength and power, but also requires great faience. Michelle challenged me to enter the nearby Temple and find a creature called “Hunky”, I was then told to taunt this creature to infuriate it so that it would unless its great power from within and become an enraged “Typhoon”. Typhoons are very rare to the Priston Tale world and very few warriors have slain such a beast. After testing my power and defeating ten of these rare creatures I confronted Michelle and showed her proof that I had completed her task. Michelle awarded me with a particular special potion, similar to that which Alliya supplied back in Ricarten. Upon consuming this rare potion, I began to burn from within, just as before and screamed again at the top of my lungs. This roar was so massive that all of Priston Tale would hear this howl.

After consuming this potion, I asked Michelle about the great beast located deep inside the Temple. She told me that the beast is “Fury” and ruthless villain from the other world. In order to even enter his chambers to challenge him, you must first find several seals that only the great Ratoo possess the five seals that can unlock his chamber. I headed back into the dark and cold temple to find these Ratoos and gather the 5 seals required for her next challenge “Seal Fury”. Upon brining the seals back to Michelle she again gave me another special potion. I began to question how she has all of these resources not known to our world. As Alliya had told me the ingredients for these potions are not found in Priston Tale. Anyhow, I did not confront Michelle about the resources and accepted her potion for even more power!
A week had passed before I went back to my good friend Verkan to tell him what had happened in the Battlefield of Ancients. As I approached Verkan, I noticed he was talking with Knight Commander Derik. They both waived me over to their location to discuss several things of great importance to our land. Verkan told me that he heard my brute roar, and knew I had consumed yet again another extraterrestrial resource. Curious to how I obtained this resource, Verkan asked me where I received the potion. I told him about Michelle, Verkan and Derik seemed quite excited to hear the name. Verkan, told me she was the leader of his secret society and thought she had passed away fending off monsters in the desert.
Derik asked me to find three ancient relics that are known to this “other world” everyone keeps talking about. I asked him about the relics so I might know where to find them. He told me there were three Vamps, a Gold, Silver and Bronze Vamp, which only powerful creatures could carry. I told him I thought I saw something gold and shiny on the largest Ratoo I had ever seen. He told me that was Rasha, and would definitely possess the relic. So Derik, wanted me to set out to complete the “Test of Kingdom” as this would be a great challenge and require precise timing to find these rare creatures that hold these extraterrestrial relics.
In addition to Derik’s request, Verkan wanted me to seek various sets of monsters that were pillaging many lands throughout Priston Tale. I destroyed each set of monsters requested by Verkan with great haste. Upon returning to Verkan, I asked him about a person I came across during my journey. He told me from the description that I found Elder Hossean, and this was part of his plan. The sets of monsters Verkan tasked me with were summoned to this land by a magical creature called “Hestian”. Hestian come from this other planet that Verkan secret society has been studying for centuries. Verkan wants me to go back to Elder Hossean, and tell him the secret society’s special phrase to show that Verkan has sent me there to put an end to this great evil once and for all. Upon my return to Elder Hossean, he sent me through to this distant world via a capsule the society had built many years ago. Upon my arrival I found the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. This creature was called Hestian, and as pretty as this creature was, its looks can be deceiving. This creature began to attack me and summon great demon warriors named V-Xetan. As hard as these creature fought against me I remained vigilant and defeated them on their planet. Upon my return to Elder Hossean, he was amazed that I survived. Many great warriors in the past were sent to the distant planet by the society, which never returned. Elder Hossean asked me to go back to Verkan and report my findings immediately.

As I returned to Ricarten, Verkan and Derik were astonished that I was still alive, and wondered if I truly defeated the “Hestian”. Upon assuring them of Priston Tales safety, Verkan was able to develop new skills unknown to the Priston Tale world. He showed me these skills and trained me to be the greatest warrior Priston Tale had ever known. Derik on the other hand, asked if I was able to retrieve the 3 Vamps from this distant land from the rare monsters that were roaming Priston Tale. I gave him the 3 vamps and he was so excited. Derik vowed to make me stronger with each day I trained from this day forward.
When I was training back again in Battle Field of the Ancients, Michelle had noticed I had been increasing in strength and power, and asked me to take on another challenge for her. Michelle wanted me to revenge her mothers’ death by destroying that which destroyed her mother. By asking me to complete the “Tears of Kalia” I was able to go to the Railway of Chaos and seek out these Grotesques that reside in this land. Upon killing these vermin, I returned to Michelle confirming I had completed her task. She instructed me in the ancient ways of the distant planet, and allowed me to learn the great wisdom of their world. I was able to reduce any digressions of my future, and allowing me to further my advancement as the greatest warrior Priston Tale has ever seen.
I ventured back to my capital city Ricarten, and came across Derik, he asked me to take on another task to further help the citizens of Ricarten and strengthen our Priston Tale world. Derik wanted me to seek out the last active member of the secret society, her name was “Royal Mage Ray” and she is located in the other capital city Pillai. Before leaving I had asked Derik if he knew of a Village outside of the Heart of Perum. I thought I saw some fires burning there when returning back to our world after defeating the “Hestian”. Derik informed me that what I saw was the Eura Village, and is a remote village far to the north. This village provides refuge for our great warriors training in the most northern and coldest climates in Priston Tale.
Upon my arrival in Pillai, I found the Royal Mage by a beautiful water fountain located in the central district of this great capital. The Royal Mage gave me a task to go back to the Heart of Perum and hunt the strongest monster this land has to offer, the Iron Fist. Before sending me on my way the Royal Mage, had one more twist, she cast a spell on me to weaken me until I had completed this challenge. The Royal Mage said this would be the only way to see if I am truly the greatest warrior this land has ever seen.

Before going to the Heart of Perum, I thought to myself, why not see who was by those fires I saw, in what Derik described to me as Eura Village. Here I found a Force Master, who too needed my services. I asked him, what does a force master do? He began to explain that he takes precious resources from our world, and infuses them with magical powers to help strengthen our great warriors. I asked if he could take some of my resources and infuse them, so I can be more powerful. This was really beneficial for me because the Royal Mage, had cast a spell on me to weaken me. He asked why she did such a thing. I replied, she wanted to me to prove I am the strongest warrior this land has ever seen by completing here challenge “Bitter Ordeal”. The force master was curious as to what she wanted me to go expunge from this world? I told him, that she wanted me to hunt down the Iron Fists. He was amazed that I was such a strong warrior, and was thankful to hear I was going to destroy those evil monsters. They have been pillaging his village for many centuries. The Force Master told me if I complete this challenge he too will be forever grateful and provide me with a special force sheltom that will permanently increase my health. After a few nights of challenging these Iron Fists, I returned to the Force Master in Eura Village to collect my reward. He was so thankful that future warriors will be able to lie asleep at night in the Eura Village without being attacked by these monsters. I then returned to the Royal Mage in Pillai, to inform her I had completed her Bitter Ordeal challenge. She was truly amazed at how powerful of a warrior I truly was. She removed the curse from me, and told me to seek out Derik, back in Ricarten for my reward. Derik gave me additional daily training, which further increase my strength and power each day I trained.
Now Derik has informed me that the time has come to purge this land of the greatest evil to ever exist in Priston Tale. Derik reminded me that I had collected 5 seals for Michelle, and the 3 Vamps for himself. He told me that when you combine these together you can open a gateway into Fury’s liar located deep inside the Cursed Temple. He said only one person in this world knows how to combine the power of these relics, and I would need to take the seals from Michelle, along with his 3 vamps to the Royal Mage in Pillai. As I approached the Royal Mage, she could see the relics I held in hand, and begun to shiver with fear. I did not even have to speak, as the Royal Mage knew what I was there to do. She open the gateway to Fury’s Liar, and dreaded never seeing me again. As I slowly walked into the portal, the lights shined so bright they would blind the average Priston Tale citizen. My body shielded the Royal Mage’s eyes as I entered the portal. Within a second of entering the portal closed behind me and there lies in front of me, a Lion in a man’s body welding a great sword this land has never seen. As I fought resiliently slashing away at Fury, swing after swing, hit after hit I finally found the weakness in this beast and pierced my Scythe into his axilla. This was the weak point of this creature, as my Scythe slide further between his shoulder and armpit you could hear the screaming coming from this beast. As my Scythe’s blade rip through his axilla in its entirety you could see Fury’s arm soar thru the air. With only one arm left this massive beast was easier to fend off, but still not an easy challenge. I again attack his other axilla, and was able to remove the arm wielding the massive sword. With neither arm attached to Fury, I was able to put an end to his evil corruption over the Priston Tale world. Upon my return to the Royal Mage in Pillai, she could not believe it! I XxWhiteRosexX, had accomplished the impossible. I brought back with me Fury’s weapon as evidence that this fowl monster laid dead in his lair. The Royal Mage reviewed this impressive artifact, and inscribed it with magical powers for me to use in my adventures.

Now that you have heard my story, I hope you will cast your vote for me, XxWhiteRosexX to be the warrior honored in this year’s parade and bathed in riches from all across our land. As I have gone to distant worlds, that maybe someday will be available to warriors such as yourself, that require great training and strength to access those worlds, I feel I am this year’s top candidate for our annual festival and parade.

Thank you all for your time and I hope you enjoyed my story!

Sincerely,

XxWhiteRosexX

MirMirxCheri
September 6th, 2013, 08:37 PM
"The beginning of Cheri"
Awakening from my deep slumber, I open the flaps of the tent. The sun is beaming down on the town of Ricarten. People have already started to put up their shops for the day. People are boasting about how satisfactory their weapons, shields, and gems are. People here and there starting the gossip of the day. The town is buzzing about.
I put the flap back down on the tent, and get dressed for the day. I wash my face, and clean myself off. I put on my old tattered robe. It has mud stains here and there, and a few holes scattered about, but it still fits me perfectly, and covers up what is important. Second I put my clean white socks, and then put on my decrepit boots. Then I grab my wand and my shoulder bag, and then open the tents again, and head off towards skill master. He asked us to come today, because when we get to a certain age we have to start our journeys, and learn to become warriors of the field. To protect all of Priston land from the monsters that try to conquer it. Be it close combat, rangers, tankers, spell casters, or healers. For myself I want to become the best healer, and a good spell caster to try my skills out in Survive or Die tournaments.
I turn around the corner, and get a glimpse of one of the higher clans talking about battle strategies to gain entry to Bless Castle and gain the crown. I wonder myself if I will ever be in a clan, and what would it be like to heal others in battle. I keep walking past, and eventually find myself at the skill master's door. I knock three times, and I begin to perspire a bit. I'm kind of nervous. I take my robes sleeve and wipe my forehead. Three minutes later the door creaks open. I jump a bit back. I'm a bit shaken.
“Come in, come in young priestess Cheri. Nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to bite.” he says wheezing.
I step inside his house, and others are there standing there anticipating what is to come next. The house is quite a magnificent sight itself. It's well maintained and has potions, and many books that he has acquired from over the years that fill the countless bookshelves.
The others that are gathered in the main room are wearing tattered and ripped clothing as well. We are beginners, as you get higher level you can earn gold to buy new robes and armors that fit your skill level. As you become higher skilled at what you do the clothing becomes more beautiful and exquisite.
Higher ranked classes start to gather in the room as well. One of them being a higher level priestess. Her robe has golden silk sewn in, and small sparkling gems. My eyes can't stop looking away from her robe. She also has the higher rank ribbons in her hair showing how she's far skilled already.
“Alright, I take it most of you are here, and the others are slacking behind. So let's get started anyways with learning the beginner skills. Everyone will join up with one of the higher ranked classes. So that means pikes go with pikes , fighters with fighters, and so on and so forth.”
I walk over to the priestess, and only one other lower ranked priestess joins our group.
“My name's Lauren. Looks like it's just the two of you. That means I'll get more one on one time with the both of you. Cheri and Mairin, right?”
We both nod our heads.
“Let's head over to Garden of Freedom to train.” She says while winking at us.
We start walking on the cobblestone streets, and eventually leave the gates of Ricarten town, and the soldiers wave us farewell and tell us to be safe.
As we go further into the forest the more trees there are, and the sky becomes less and less. Darkness starts to crawl upon us as we go deeper in. Lauren starts to say an incantation and her staff starts to glow very brightly, making the forest seem less dark.
Behind us the trees start to shake and then we hear a loud groan.
“Stay calm, this is why we're out here to train your skills. Now turn around and put your wands out, and I will guide you to use your skills” Lauren says calmly.
As we turn around a repulsive looking creature steps out from the trees. He bears a club and a large brown shield that has strange markings placed upon it. His eyes shoot at us giving a menacing look.
“That creature would be called a hobgoblin. We have tried to make peace with them, but they seem a bit slow-witted to know what that even means. So they tend to attack whenever they lock eyes with humans.”
“Mairin lets start with you put your wand out and repeat after me, holy bolt summon.”
Mairin's hands start to tremble, as she mutters the words. A small spark shoots out of her wand, and hits the monsters leg.
He shouts and becomes very irate.
“Now you Cheri, why don't you give it a try.” Lauren says.
I extend my arm out, and chant the words. An immense spark shoots out and hits the goblins shield, but flings back hitting Mairin as a result. She cries out in pain and blood gushes from her right arm.
Lauren then grabs her staff and with one hit executes the hobgoblin.
“Okay the both of you stay calm. Cheri grab your wand and wave it gently a few inches away from Mairin's wound and use the energy from within you to heal her. Just relax and release all of your thoughts.”
I start waving my wand, and close my eyes trying to release the thoughts from my head. My face turns a bright red from trying to hard to get the energy from within myself.
“You're trying too hard Cheri. Relax you don't need to try that hard, let it come to you. In the end you will see results.”
I try to relax more and repeat the process. All my thoughts are released and I feel this burst of energy flow through me, and I feel like a true healer.”
I open my eyes and the wound is completely healed. Just a little blood is left on her arm.
“See I told you, if you stay relaxed you can do it, but I can tell the both of you are going to need a lot of work on your spell casting. How about we head north still and see if we can encounter some monsters that usually gather in the overpass. A clan of small wild green creatures with horns above their heads live there. They call themselves Hopies. They are rather weak, but can throw an attack with their horn if you let them get to close.”
Lauren takes a wet cloth and cleans the blood stains from Mairin's arm, and then folds the wet cloth, and puts it away in her bag. She then leads us once again on the dirt path. Mairin and I jump when the wolves in the distance start to howl. Lauren tells us to stay calm, because they aren't anywhere near. Once we reach the overpass I start to feel a bit drained from the long walk. I pull out a pouch of water I had in my bag and take a few sips.
“It's good your prepared with water Cheri. Many warriors come unprepared, even the higher ranked ones. Dehydration is not something you want to deal with in your encounters. I have seen many who have come back to town in total delirium from lack of water. I'm sure there are even some who didn't make it back home, because home was too far. So I hope the both of you never forget to drink plenty on your journey around Priston land, because it's crucial.”
On the other side of the bridge I see the hopies. I see where they get their name from. They're cute little creatures that hop about and with each hop they squish their bodies down upon impact to the ground, and reform when jumping back up. They make a high pitched squeaking noise once they see that we're standing on the other side of the bridge. The hopies start to make their way slowly over the bridge.
“Both of you put your wands up, and repeat after me holy mind summon. The spell will release a purple gas, and make the monsters weaker.”
Mairin and I both cast the spell, and the gas is released and surrounds only the monsters.
“Alright gals, now put your wands up again and without hesitation proudly say the incantation spell to vanquish the enemy.”
We both ready are wands, and say the words holy bolt summon. Then sparks shoot from both of our wands hitting a hopy simultaneously. The hopy then turns to dust that floats away where the wind is blowing.
Two more hopies are still making their way over the bridge. Mairin and I hold our wands out once more, but just as were about to cast another spell Lauren puts her hands on both of our arms.
“Let me teach you both something more powerful. Put both your hands on your wands and say Multi Spark Summon.”
So we do and the skill seems so great I jump back a bit from force, and we hit the two hopies that squeak their last squeak as they too turn to dust.
A smile appears on my face and I turn to Mairin who seems to be smiling brightly too. Lauren gives us a thumbs up and tells us how the both of us will turn out to be great priestesses. I get this tingling sensation that goes throughout my body from all the excitement.
“Well then let us start heading back home to Ricarten town. I bet skill master is going to be proud of the both of your accomplishments so far.”
Turning back we make ourselves back home to Ricarten. The soldiers greet us and ask if we made any progress so far. We both say yes at the same time. The guards laugh and tell us that it's great to hear that.
The town street lamps start to turn on, as the sun sets in the distance. I look at the sky with such joy, and the chill of the fall air blows on my face.
The skill master is standing at the door once we arrive and is thrilled to see us back safe. He asks us what we achieved today. So we tell him. He tells us tomorrow we can start our 2x rank up quest since we have learned the four beginner skills.
I jump for joy once I hear the news. I can't wait to wear the higher ranked ribbons in my hair.
“Don't get too over excited. You need to rest up and then tomorrow come back so I can give you both your quest.”
“Yes, skill master” we say in unison.
“Alright, now both of you I'm going to have you escorted back home with some higher level knights. You never know what can happen in town at night.”
Lauren pulls us both off to the side before we have to leave.
“I'll make a deal with you both, if you can make it to the 8x rank up and pass it in the future, I will give you girls a robe just like my own. I crafted it myself, and it won't be any trouble to craft two more as long as you achieve the goal I ask of you. Just remember if you need me my house is a couple doors down from skill master. Just ask for my name and they will know who to bring you to.”
“Come on girls the knights are waiting we haven't got all night you know.”
“Bye, both of you. Good luck on your quests tomorrow, and I wish you the best journey ahead of you.” Lauren says.
Both of us rush towards the front door.
One of the knights greets me and tells me that he will be escorting me back home. He asks me where my house is located, and we start heading off towards my house. His armor is gold and his hair shines off a bright red under the street lamps. My eyes meet his and I quickly look away and my face turns bright red.
“Your name surely fits you Cheri” he smirks.
“Right” I reply a bit embarrassed.
Once we reach my house. I wave goodbye and say thanks, and open the tent flap, and get inside of it. As he walks away I open it to see if he's truly gone. My sister priestess greets me a second later and asks me how it went.
I tell her how my day went as I get undressed, and slip my nightgown on. She tells me I had quite the day. She hugs me and then wishes me goodnight. I gather myself into bed, and wrap my blanket around myself. I close my eyes knowing I surely will have many more days to come ahead of me.

Kkid
September 10th, 2013, 02:07 PM
Keep those tales coming! :awsum:

Faedt
September 17th, 2013, 03:03 AM
What Would You Do For 20,000 Suba Points?

I regret to inform you that my attempts to run the game in order to write a story have been in vain. I wish it could have ended another way. Attached is a log of my troubles.

I will return for Lucent Heart.

Regards,

Noah

--Log Start--

I begin writing as the liquid cooled overclocked Intel i7-4770k, dual GTX 760 machine cranks away at the Priston Tale install. Oh, it’s already done.

Apparently I need to download the patch too. Well, I guess I have some more time to write. Nevermind. It’s already done.

With a swift click of the Finish button I think the game is ready to install! Let’s begin our adventure…

…xtrap error. THE FIRST BOSS! Maybe I can defeat it if I restart my computer. Just one moment please. This will take some time.
Fast forward 15 seconds into the future and the future is now. It would appear I will have to use a skill guide. Most unfortunate.

This person here recommends deleting the xtrap folder and running the game as admin. Will that really do the trick? We shall see.

THE FIRST BOSS HAS BEEN DEFEATED! Or so I thought. Its right hand man, xtrap error 30-0400-00000000-506, has come to avenge its death.

A quick Google search turns up nothing special, but I see the words “CrossFire” show up a few times. Maybe if I disable SLI the error will magically go away. Lettuce see how it goes.

The error has evolved into 02-0300-000000000-608. Change is good, but that’s still way too many zeros. The next logical step in this process is to repeat the first thing I tried: Delete the xtrap folder and run as admin.

BEHOLD! It works! The story now begins with my login… I (was supposed to) enter it in slowly but nervously. F-A-E-D-T. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. But things do not always go as I plan. Xtrap error upon restart as I had to close the game to go back to word as alt tab did not work.

Now… I will enter my login for real this time. F-A-E-D-T. 1-2… The game freezes. ANOTHER BOSS! It must be defeated.

Aha! Windows 8 compatibility issues. Perhaps changing the mode to Windows XP Service Pack 3 will do the trick. Nothing new, but I guess it would be good to note the xtrap error: 13-0400-00000000-501. Still way too many zeroes.

Upon further trial and error and Googling, I have not found a solution. Perhaps computer #2 that has just been reformatted will be able to run it. And then, I will be able to narrow the problem down if it indeed does run. But first I must transfer the install file through the network.

Enter network password to connect to my computer it says. But I don’t have a password, I says? Oh, I have to turn off password protected sharing. Of course.

Put the files in the shared folder, copy paste on the secondary computer, and now all we must do is wait. 700 KB/s, that’s ridiculously slow. I’m too lazy to move the computer closer to the router. So I will just wait. 16 minutes. And type stuff. My nose is running.

It is done transferring and installing. Set compatibility mode to XP, run as admin, xtrap error again. I think the problem is Windows 8.

I should go to bed.

Chuong3794
September 17th, 2013, 01:05 PM
THE TALE OF METALRAGE.

1. Metal Golem:

“ Easy, almost there… Here you go “
“ My own Metal Golem has been born, those archers and magicians out there will be so jealous “.
“ Hey guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!! “ he proudly yells, everyone in Ricarter, of course, looks at him. Some crazy guy with an oily face running and screaming like he has never done before.
“ I finally made it woohoo !!!!!!! “ he’s yelling. “ Made what ? “ someone responds, “ My own golem, mate. I finally made it “ he answers.
“ Golem ? “ the guy confused. “ Here “ he pulls that guy into his warehouse, the house is a mess, trifling metal, bronze, gold, diamond, glass everywhere, you could barely find the way to get into.
“ Woa lah !!!!! Please welcome Sandy “ he says as he turns on the light. “ Are you serious, Mark ? “ the guy reacts. “ Yes, of course, I’m tired of being a shield for them, I need somebody helps me so I can use my weapon… “.

19468
Name: Mark.
Age: 26.
Job: Warrior.
Class: Mechanician.

“ … Have you seen it, Frank ? My weapon is getting rusted, this is not what I paid for. “ Mark continues.
“ I understand how you feel, but this is an order from Mr. Verkan and also our tactic, you cannot go against it. You guys were trained to be good at support, and that’s what you want at first. Look at Josh, he’s a Mechanician just like you but he never complaints about anything, in fact he always finishes the job and already earned what he deserves today. “ Frank responds.

19469
Name: Frank.
Age: 27.
Job: Warrior.
Class: Fighter.

“ Don’t bring my dad here, he used to be my idol when I was a kid. When I first saw him with a bunch of medals from the Priston Royal Force I’d wish wanted to be like him, but now I know what he’s been doing for all those years and I regret being a Mechanician …“ Mark answers.
“ Mark, don’t … “ Frank says. “ You know what, mate … “ Mark adds, “ You’ll never know what you want until you touch it “.

Suddenly there is a siren:
“ Warrior !!!!!
Fury’s force is coming from the East of Navisko, suit up and ready to go. I repeat, Fury’s force is coming from the East of Navisko, suit up and ready to go. “
Ricarter now turns into a carnival. Blue spears, Red swords, Yellow bows, Green shields, it’s all gathering in Ricarter, people are getting ready for a big fight. “ Let’s roll “ Verkan yells, the footsteps’ reflection makes it feel like a thunder storm coming. People are going through the warp gate one by one and all head to Navisko.

2. The war.

“ Wake up, Mark “, “ What the hell are you doing ? “, “ Somebody helps him “. Mark’s trying to open his eyes to see what’s happening, “ Don’t worry, mate I got you “, his bestfriend Frank’s getting him up. He’s finally awake, the war is already begun.

In the back, Magicians are gathering fire to form a big wall to stop enemy getting into Navisko, Priestess are calling thunder to kill everything that comes near them. Behind Magicians are Atlantas trying to throw javelins at Flying monsters.
In the front, Fighters, Knights, Pikemans are fighting with grounded monsters, Archers are behind supporting them. Mechanicians are trying to use their shields to push monsters back. The place is a chaos now, it’s either fight or die. Mark pushes monsters like a routine, with his class is either defense or push, no attacking.

“Fury’s over there, some people go kill him “ Mark yells as hard as he can.
“ No, it’s too risky, these monsters are coming really strong. If we don’t stick to the plan we will lose our possession “ Frank responds as he slashes and stabs a Typhoon.
“ But if we don’t kill him, he can keep calling monsters and we will lose Navisko “ Mark answers, “ SANDY !!!!!!!!!!!!!! “ He screams out loud. Suddenly there was a big thing coming from Navisko gate, it flings hundreds of Magicians away and leaves a big clear area in between the gate. Monsters are starting running through and kill a lot of Priestess, Atlantas, Magicians near by.
“ No No, you stupid creature, everyone falls back and supports the gate “ Verkan commands as Ramon dies standing next to him.
“ Mark, go back “ Frank’s yelling, “ No, I have to finish it “ Mark slashes the Rattoo’s legs as Sandy, stabs its claw into Rattoo’s chest.
“ No Mark No. Everyone gets back into Navisko now !!!!!!!!!!! “ Frank commands. Mark and Sandy run to Fury, Mark pulls his sword out and jumps into Fury, but it’s not hard for Fury to see it. A Dark Specter catches him on air as 2,3 Typhoons attack Sandy.
“ Somebody, somebody help him now “ Frank’s begging as he’s hopelessly watching his bestfriend torturing in the sky, some Archers and Atlantas trying to shoot arrows and javelins. Luckily one of them was into the Dark Spector’s heart and killed it. Mark fell from the sky, but lucky for him, there was no monster cares about him, they are all fighting to get into Navisko. Mark crawled into a cave near by and fainted.

3. The temple.

Mark opens his eyes and he sees a priest healing for him. “ Where am I ? “ he’s wondering, “ Stay there, mate, almost done “ the priest tells him. His eyes are half-opened because of the falling, it really knocked him away after that.
“ There you go “ the priest says.
“ Thanks “ Mark says as he’s holding his shoulder.
“ So why are you here, warrior ? “ The priest asks.
“ I don’t know you tell me “ He answers.
“ I saw you lying over there… desperately “ The priest answers as he’s pointing into the wall.
“ Are you sure about that, I remember I fainted near a door … “ He surprisingly responds.
“ … But by the way, where I am ? “ He adds.
“ This is a temple “ The priest answers, “ I’ve been here since years and you are my first guest “ he adds.
Mark looks around the temple, it seems there’s no way out. He looks at the priest and asks “ So do you know why I’m here ? “, “ Ah, that’s a good question. Why don’t you tell me “ The priest answers.

He told the priest everything that’s happening outside the temple, including what he has been through. They’re walking talking around the temple, seems like the priest is kind of interesting into his story. They walk into a room with a huge statue of a warrior, “ Who is that ? “ Mark asks.
“ That is a Mechanician, he used to be one of the best man in the world, but his angry and madness turned him into a demon. People were afraid of him that they decided to put him in here and curse him, what do you see young man ? “ The priest answers and asks. Mark’s surprised because of the question, he’s heard of this tale before, but didn’t know if it’s true or not. He’s staring into the statue nonstop, like something familiar.
“ So… does it mean he’s dead “ Mark asks.
“ Dead ? “ The priest’s laughing, “ Nobody is dead young man, it’s either living or sleeping “.
He turned his head back, the Priest is disappeared.
“ Sir, where are you ? “ He calls him, he walks outside the room and sees the gate again.

4. The Metal rage:

The war is still happening, but it seems like the Fury’s army is taking the lead. He’s running as he’s slashing everything that he sees, Witches, Dark Spector, Rattoo, it all kneels down under his sword. He jumps into Fury once again, but he never knows Fury’s power, it swings its hammer and he’s flied away. “ Mark !!!! “ Frank’s yelling, “ You’re alive “ he adds.

Mark seems like didn’t listen to what Frank says, he stands up and keep fighting. “ Go help him “ Frank asks everyone, but no matter how hard Mark’s been trying, he could not touch a hair of Fury. He got tired already, he jumps into Fury one last time, but still… Fury is so strong. Mark’s lying there in between of his friends and monsters fight, he looks at Sandy, now it’s just a dead body there, it got ripped off into pieces. He knows he has done a stupid thing that cost hundreds of lives, including his Sandy, he crawled into Sandy and see if it’s still alive.

He’s picking every piece of Sandy up sticking it into his armor and weapon. Fury is looking into another way, he knows that is his last chance, he stands up and runs as fast as he can into Fury. He jumps and slashes, it hits Fury but it doesn’t make it hurt at all, it swings the hammer into Mark.

Meanwhile in the temple, the Priest notices something’s happening. The whole place is shaking, the Mechanician statue is broken, the gate finally opens for him, the Priest runs outside and sees everything. He sees people dying, torturing, struggling with Fury’s army, Mark is lying, blood everywhere. “ This is it “ the Priest’s mumbling, he looks at Mark’s body and walks into him. “ Run, what are you doing here ? “ Mark hardly says, the Priest cannot heal for him, it’s too late. He calls Fury out loud and tell it to come here, Fury takes no second to see the Priest and it flies into him. It swings the hammer but something is not right, the priest is standing behind it, it swings once again, now the priest is standing next to it. The Priest laughs at it, Fury gets mad and swings everywhere, even into the other monsters, but still cannot catch the Priest.
Mark looks at the Priest as he asks: “ Stand up and fight with me “, the Priest takes Mark hands and every wound starting to disappear, Mark gets better and he picks his sword with Sandy’s claw on. “ It’s for you, Sandy “ Mark says, suddenly Sandy’s pieces shine and blend into Mark’s body, his sword and armor turns into brown and the crown has more wings and gold on it. “ Are you ready old man ? “ Mark asks the Priest, “ Oh I am “ the Priest answers. They together run into Fury, but their power gets much stronger now, they run around swinging, slashing Fury and its monsters.

Frank’s standing and looking, he’s never seen such an power, he and people start helping Mark and the Priest. They kill any monster that comes near Mark and the Priest, the monsters are moving back because of Fury is being attacked. Mark’s attack and speed are getting stronger, he moves like a lightning around Fury. “ Lure them into the temple I will lock them in there “ The priest says, “ You got it “ Mark responds as he swings his sword from the bottom of Fury makes it flying above, he jumps and hits it hard. Fury fell into the temple’s gate, the Priest uses the rest of his power to create a seal that keeps Fury and its monsters in there.
“ Good job, we are done guys “ Mark screams, people are celebrating the victory in Navisko.
“ You just released the rage of the Mechanician in the temple. Now he’s in you, use it wisely “ the Priest says and fades away.

Mark looks at the Priest one last time and walks back into Navisko, people carry him, touching his beautiful brown armor and sword. He’s absolutely a hero, Mechanicians are proud of him, he just created a new class, new way of being a Mechanician.

A lot of people didn’t think that was the last time they could see Mark, after the war, he went away. His warehouse is empty now, nobody really knows where he is now, some says he is going to the battlefield up in the North East to master his skills, some says he is in some island far far away our land where the strongest monsters waiting to attack our mankind.

And about the Priest, he’s just like Mark but there is a story that he appears and warn people about the return of Fury.

DarkHSH
September 17th, 2013, 01:07 PM
priston!!!!!!!!

LivnLetDie
September 18th, 2013, 11:48 AM
Hi
friends and warriors
my name is Liv'n'LetDie
the name comes from an ancient song sung by Zecram when he sharpens his axe
i’m a spamming archer from Ricarten the city of Tempskrons and a lowly member of the greatest clan in all the realms of Priston, OHxR3birth

i was born in the year 2003 and played with hopies and cuepies in nearby Closed Waterways for a long time before venturing into Valley of Tomb and Refuge of the Ancients
it was a time of blissful innocence to which we can never return
how could we forsee the bloody battles we would face later and the dark and evil forces that the YD ancients would throw against us?
my mech brother was very busy training at that time so i didn’t get to train much at first
the world of Priston was still new and good items were hard to find - everything was expensive
i had only a few secondhand sub-gears to wear and my armour was very old and didn’t fit me properly
in fact i looked like a total n00b and punk fighters taunted me and lured bargons on me
i was still using an mhcb when other archers had perf sagi’s
the shame..the shame!

At that time powerful monster crystals hadn’t been invented so we had to train very hard and maybe get a tank from a kind 5x or 6x warrior if we were lucky
unlike our brothers and sisters in a parallel Priston universe we had no ptp items to assist us either
from the time when i was young i always wanted spirit – i didn’t care if my gear was no good
the more "blue" the better - better for spamming those annoying demons and mutants
all i wanted was to run and chase monsters and spam and loot..
yes, this is how i made it to 5x after two long years
then my employer decided mages were more fun..so i rested a while
then my employer decided to use a pikeman instead
then my employer trained an apprentice priestess
pffft !

luckily my employer was visited by the great god Skronipe around the time of the Renaissance and realized in a blinding flash that archers are the top class after all
suddenly i was back..
so i duly battled skillmaster Verkan and took my place amongst the ranks of the Sagittarians
from that time on my faithful wolverine companion hunted with me everywhere
also around that time i began to notice great archers like mable and adelca and try to follow in their footsteps
i tried many different skills and learned the ones to use against different enemies
i reinvented myself many times with the help of the beautiful and elusive Event Girl
i learned something of the great mystery of mixing though i was still ignorant of the harder subject of aging

Then a weird thing happened..
a foreign god from the west visited Priston world in the month of december and distributed strange gifts
we had seen seasonal things like morifs and pumpkins but this was totally weird
fearsome warriors began wearing gay (or joyful) red and green costumes with bells
then the warriors became bewitched and they reduced their strength – heresy!
a few warriors began to question the wisdom of the YD ancients
but the old school warriors did not follow this deluded fashion

some time later came the Great Collision where the parallel universes of Priston became joined
this was a very difficult time, suddenly there were strangers in our midst
they looked like us and spoke like us but they came from another place
some had fine weapons better than ours, some carried rare sheltoms and some had gold
a lot of gold..
there were many challenges between our renowned warriors and the strangers
"see you in bc" was the cry
there were casualties on all sides
priestesses worked tirelessly to heal the wounded but not all survived
after a time people stopped arguing and grumbling so much
it was a kind of truce, like the truce between Tempskrons and Morions

By the time of the Great Collision i was training many hours daily and approaching the status of an elite warrior – my hands still bear the callouses and my body bears the bruises (and rsi) of the hard training but this is what it takes my friends!
many of the techniques i learned in this period have served me well…
how to spam and switch skills without interruption or losing a target
how to fit 1000 arrows into a quiver so it doesn't bulge too much
how to acquire and channel the power of the birdie, the vamp and the big baby face
how to make runes and manufacture weapons
how to sweet-talk Newtor so he doesn't break your +15 gear
how to kick Newtor's butt when he does but doesn't remember you next time you come
when to party and when to solo
how to tell when a n00b is going to gatecrash your sod
..so much to learn to become a true elite warrior!

Around this time everyone was hunting and training peacefully then came the Regression of 2011
in one day we hunted and trained enough for a month
the next day we lost everything that we had gained
time went backwards, items disappeared, traded items reappeared
the economy came to a complete standstill – everyone was too scared to buy or sell
so i went to secretary Karina..she said we had entered a time warp or something but everything would be just fine..and go easy on the botox with the big head

then i made a bonfire of Evil Plants as an offering to the YD ancients
why were the gods punishing us?
were we spending too much time chatting?
not enough training?
did they want us to respec or respect?
did Tempritos' power not extend to toronto?

Just when everyone was too scared to pick up a stone axe we were dealt a double-edged bonus
mirotics
we could not anticipate the havoc these 90-110 crystals would wreak on the world of Priston
so good and yet so bad
so capricious
with these crazy crystals we could beat up monsters far above our level
or simulate nuclear fission with mini bosses
or train an advanced warrior within a week

and so the Priston economy boomed and many of us ended up with a lot of gold
even too much gold
but not enough jeras..it seems you can never have both..
or can you?

there are few full-strength archers now - we are the old school
one day the YD ancients will bless archers with new and potent skills ..maybe

Tonax
September 18th, 2013, 12:08 PM
once upon a time there was a big bang happened...



And they live happily ever after... :D

JMcuad
September 18th, 2013, 12:27 PM
Slipknat tail of tale

Back in 2006, a character pikeman was born, the owner baptized him as slipknat.. then the journey begins, slipknat travels along the garden of freedom and then he saw a cute little monster with horn called hopy, that was his first encounter with, he give hopy a strong punch, after hopy die, slipknat raise his level, so on, then slipknat reach level 25, slipknat must face the 3 wolverines to get his first tiet, he died many times in facing wolverine, good thing he meet a friend higher lvl than him, he helps slipknat to cut those horn and tail for wolverine.

Okay lets skip..
Back in 2009 netplay shutdown, slipknat die for a while, then suba raises him, the merge happen, slipknat rocks again.

Skip again.

When slipknat reach 10x he begins aging his items, and he got a sick.. an aging addict, slipknat realize that priston tale is all about aging items, he showed up to the other players his glowing shiney +11 reaper schythe.. he is so happy with his spear,

Skip

2011 2 years ago, slipknat back in game after he finished his reallife task.. slipknat try to age his +11 spear, but he failed on aging..

To be continue......
Almost 1am.. gtg sleep..

JMcuad
September 18th, 2013, 12:53 PM
he directed me towards a rich and thick forest called road to the wind, we battled biting hopies,




:o:o:o:o......

LivnLetDie
September 19th, 2013, 12:14 AM
<< to be continued >>

LivnLetDie
September 19th, 2013, 01:25 AM
My professor destroyed my first story I wrote yesterday during his class hours -_-

same thing happened to nabokov
go go Rey!

IamGallano
September 19th, 2013, 01:35 AM
Slipknat tail of tale

Back in 2006, a character pikeman was born, the owner baptized him as slipknat.. then the journey begins, slipknat travels along the garden of freedom and then he saw a cute little monster with horn called hopy, that was his first encounter with, he give hopy a strong punch, after hopy die, slipknat raise his level, so on, then slipknat reach level 25, slipknat must face the 3 wolverines to get his first tiet, he died many times in facing wolverine, good thing he meet a friend higher lvl than him, he helps slipknat to cut those horn and tail for wolverine.

Okay lets skip..
Back in 2009 netplay shutdown, slipknat die for a while, then suba raises him, the merge happen, slipknat rocks again.

Skip again.

When slipknat reach 10x he begins aging his items, and he got a sick.. an aging addict, slipknat realize that priston tale is all about aging items, he showed up to the other players his glowing shiney +11 reaper schythe.. he is so happy with his spear,

Skip

2011 2 years ago, slipknat back in game after he finished his reallife task.. slipknat try to age his +11 spear, but he failed on aging..

To be continue......
Almost 1am.. gtg sleep..


Nice story telling of your tail of tale

LivnLetDie
September 19th, 2013, 07:45 AM
Hi
friends and warriors
my name is Liv'n'LetDie
the name comes from an ancient song sung by Zecram when he sharpens his axe
i’m a spamming archer from Ricarten the city of Tempskrons and a lowly member of the greatest clan in all the realms of Priston, OHxR3birth

i was born in the year 2003 and played with hopies and cuepies in nearby Closed Waterways for a long time before venturing into Valley of Tomb and Refuge of the Ancients
it was a time of blissful innocence to which we can never return
how could we forsee the bloody battles we would face later and the dark and evil forces that the YD ancients would throw against us?
my mech brother was very busy training at that time so i didn’t get to train much at first
the world of Priston was still new and good items were hard to find - everything was expensive
i had only a few secondhand sub-gears to wear and my armour was very old and didn’t fit me properly
in fact i looked like a total n00b and punk fighters taunted me and lured bargons on me
i was still using an mhcb when other archers had perf sagi’s
the shame..the shame!

At that time powerful monster crystals hadn’t been invented so we had to train very hard and maybe get a tank from a kind 5x or 6x warrior if we were lucky
unlike our brothers and sisters in a parallel Priston universe we had no ptp items to assist us either
from the time when i was young i always wanted spirit – i didn’t care if my gear was no good
the more "blue" the better - better for spamming those annoying demons and mutants
all i wanted was to run and chase monsters and spam and loot..
yes, this is how i made it to 5x after two long years
then my employer decided mages were more fun..so i rested a while
then my employer decided to use a pikeman instead
then my employer trained an apprentice priestess
pffft !

luckily my employer was visited by the great god Skronipe around the time of the Renaissance and realized in a blinding flash that archers are the top class after all
suddenly i was back..
so i duly battled skillmaster Verkan and took my place amongst the ranks of the Sagittarians
from that time on my faithful wolverine companion hunted with me everywhere
also around that time i began to notice great archers like mable and adelca and try to follow in their footsteps
i tried many different skills and learned the ones to use against different enemies
i reinvented myself many times with the help of the beautiful and elusive Event Girl
i learned something of the great mystery of mixing though i was still ignorant of the harder subject of aging

Then a weird thing happened..
a foreign god from the west visited Priston world in the month of december and distributed strange gifts
we had seen seasonal things like morifs and pumpkins but this was totally weird
fearsome warriors began wearing gay (or joyful) red and green costumes with bells
then the warriors became bewitched and they reduced their strength – heresy!
a few warriors began to question the wisdom of the YD ancients
but the old school warriors did not follow this deluded fashion

some time later came the Great Collision where the parallel universes of Priston became joined
this was a very difficult time, suddenly there were strangers in our midst
they looked like us and spoke like us but they came from another place
some had fine weapons better than ours, some carried rare sheltoms and some had gold
a lot of gold..
there were many challenges between our renowned warriors and the strangers
"see you in bc" was the cry
there were casualties on all sides
priestesses worked tirelessly to heal the wounded but not all survived
after a time people stopped arguing and grumbling so much
it was a kind of truce, like the truce between Tempskrons and Morions

By the time of the Great Collision i was training many hours daily and approaching the status of an elite warrior – my hands still bear the callouses and my body bears the bruises (and rsi) of the hard training but this is what it takes my friends!
many of the techniques i learned in this period have served me well…
how to spam and switch skills without interruption or losing a target
how to fit 1000 arrows into a quiver so it doesn't bulge too much
how to acquire and channel the power of the birdie, the vamp and the big baby face
how to make runes and manufacture weapons
how to sweet-talk Newtor so he doesn't break your +15 gear
how to kick Newtor's butt when he does but doesn't remember you next time you come
when to party and when to solo
how to tell when a n00b is going to gatecrash your sod
..so much to learn to become a true elite warrior!

Around this time everyone was hunting and training peacefully then came the Regression of 2011
in one day we hunted and trained enough for a month
the next day we lost everything that we had gained
time went backwards, items disappeared, traded items reappeared
the economy came to a complete standstill – everyone was too scared to buy or sell
so i went to secretary Karina..she said we had entered a time warp or something but everything would be just fine..and go easy on the botox with the big head

then i made a bonfire of Evil Plants as an offering to the YD ancients
why were the gods punishing us?
were we spending too much time chatting?
not enough training?
did they want us to respec or respect?
did Tempritos' power not extend to toronto?

Just when everyone was too scared to pick up a stone axe we were dealt a double-edged bonus
mirotics
we could not anticipate the havoc these 90-110 crystals would wreak on the world of Priston
so good and yet so bad
so capricious
with these crazy crystals we could beat up monsters far above our level
or simulate nuclear fission with mini bosses
or train an advanced warrior within a week

and so the Priston economy boomed and many of us ended up with a lot of gold
even too much gold
but not enough jeras..it seems you can never have both..
or can you?

there are few full-strength archers now - we are the old school
one day the YD ancients will bless archers with new and potent skills ..maybe



PART 2


Yes
one day the YD ancients would bless archers with new and potent skills ..wouldn't they
now i had a mission
one final quest..

as the plane touched down at incheon i was toying with the valento ring on my left hand
feeling the slow pulse of its power
the power of its original undead owner
its cousin on my right hand remained silent, biding its time
then i remembered the legend of Roy Batty and how he travelled across space to meet his maker, Dr Tyrell
of Tyrell corp
it ended badly for both of them but Batty was too impatient
too arrogant
too headstrong
i would be smarter
no unnecessary bloodshed
one could always reason with the YD ancients right?
after all i was not some berserk fighter or a cloaked pikeman waiting to strike critically under cover
i was an archer at one with nature and the Priston universe
i could negotiate
i would persuade them
gently


the decrepit A380 taxied up to the terminal as the ground crew rushed to extinguish a fire in the right-side engine
give me a warp gate any day
passengers began unfastening seatbelts and gathering their personal effects
fortunately they didn't pay me very much attention
i struggled to get my salamander bow out of the overhead locker - it's two and a half meters long and i didn't want anyone to look at it too closely
the arrows with the tarantulika venom tips were safely packed away in my luggage
in a package labelled "native artefacts"
and if things got a bit tight i had the +17 injustice talon in my backpack
the magic armour would have been awkward on the plane so i was wearing a migal robe
that should help me blend in with the locals i figured
so far so good

Picking up my luggage i headed for the nearest exit
a couple of taxi drivers approached me
"where can i find the YD ancients?" i asked
they shook their heads
one said "you dress funny, Lady"
i started to say "I'm not a lad.." but i stopped
too hard to explain
way too hard..
even without a weapon my attack is ok and my frenzy gauntlet left a nice mark on his forehead
no need for the karate kick
the other taxi driver ran away pretty fast
after that no-one approached me

how was i going to find the YD ancients?
Rob marley knows all kinds of stuff
he once told me they live in a mountain fortress somewhere
maybe kaesong..
but i would need a guide..someone with arcane knowledge

After a good night's sleep and some kimchi and coffee for breakfast i felt more positive
i visited a few backstreet cafes searching for clues
but they were busy playing wow and dota2
damn!!!
i scoured the city for many hours searching in all directions..but with no luck
late in the afternoon in an alley a small boy came up to me
he had brown hair and brown eyes and spoke softly
"omg another tourist"
i thought he might be poor and hungry so i pulled out 1kk gold and gave it to him
he threw it on the ground then spat and called me something bad
hmm..
gold is not worth much now i guess

"where can i find the YD ancients?" i asked
"what have you got to trade?" he replied

three hours later we had a deal
six mirotics, fifty mystic mana and he gets to play with wolfie
plus the +17 injustice talon
some tough bargaining..
actually the kid wanted jeras but i explained to him how my jera mule was back at home
hard to explain
i just hope he doesn't drink all the mana at once

and so we got started..
we travelled that night by bus and Tgv and walking
and climbing
and walking
i summoned wolfie a few times to keep us company
at sunrise we arrived at a place that looked a bit like frozen sanctuary
but with less ice and more pagodas and lakes
somehow the kid just knew the way and i had no choice but to follow
who was this brown-eyed kid who knew so much?
we kept on walking
and climbing
then we stopped and cooked some ramen
i threw in a couple of green potions – we were both getting tired
then we walked some more

Around midday we came to a deep blue lake with a little mountain sticking out of the middle
like lake Taal but with more fir trees
the kid just tossed his head and said "there"
we searched for a boat to ferry us across to the island
after some minutes walking we discovered hidden amongst the tall fir trees a house and a jetty on the edge of the lake

we discovered the house belonged to a fisherman, Maron
Maron had only a tin boat and the water was rough - we agreed to wait until morning and accepted his hospitality
we would spend the night at Maron's little house
over dinner i casually enquired whether anyone lived on the island

Maron regarded us closely "you mean the Elders?"
"no, no the ancients" i corrected him
i didn't want to chat with the wrong gods after travelling so far
unthinkable

"Ancients..elders..whatever" he replied "we get all sorts here"
"..anyhow i think you're too late Miss"
"late…why?" i mumbled, confused

"Ask your friend.. he was here last week with that guy Wooper or Whopper"
although a seasoned warrior my blood suddenly froze…
"he burnt the place to the ground"

i turned slowly towards the kid
but he was gone.

Fala
September 20th, 2013, 12:53 PM
Falara the Priestess

Falara lives in the continent of 'Priston' and belongs to the tribe of the Morions. She was born in the town Pillai, which is a floating isle high above the sea. She is a Priestess which has enormous psychic powers. Besides that she owns healing powers which protect and support the people in her environment. Falara ist the leader and creator of the ‘Eternal‘ clan.

History

When Falara was a baby her parents got killed while the big undead Invasion in Pillai’s Kingdom. It was a cruel and devious attack by the undeads emperor ‘Valento‘ to spread his Kingdom. With the help of the old Navisko army, Pillai managed to fight the undeads back to the deserts. Falara’s Parents were well known and had a good reputation in Pillai. Together the local residents decided to raise Falara , they taught her the virtues of wisdom, justice, mercy, faith, kindness and love. When Falara grew to a young girl, she decided to become a Priestess. As a Priestess she wanted to fight against the undead powers that threaten the whole continent of Priston and protect all the humans in her environment. Raymond, the Skill Master of Pillai, trained Falara in becoming a great Priestess, which made her control the holy spirits very well. Until today Raymond became a father role and one oft he most important persons for Falara.
When she became a young woman, Falara left Pillai for a while to travel to Ricarten and asked the king for an alliance against the undeads. Ricarten and Pillai always had differences and little fights in the past. Since Ricarten suffered by undead attacks as well and didn’t have any holy defenders against undeads, they agreed on the alliance. The tribe of Ricarten that was called Tempskron, fought together with Morions against monsters until today. Tempskron and Morion decided to conclude peace and signed a peace treaty. Falara became a well liked guest in Ricarten.

Eternal

To have an elite that protects the population and fights against undeads, Falara created a Clan called ‘Eternal‘. Eternal had some strict rules which served for the common good. Based on the virtues that Falara got teached in her youth, Eternal was a Clan that was mixed with Morions and Tempskrons. Since this braced the bound between the two Kingdoms, the Clan was allowed to move into the Bless Castle in which it got supported with provisions and resources for the war. Later Falara left the Priston continent to carry Eternal‘s banner and ideals through the world. In Priston a new Legendary Clan got created by old friends and members, to follow its old virtues. They were allowed to move into the Bless Castle as well.

Valento

Valento is the Emperor of the undeads. His Kingdom was spread all over the deserts and ice hills in the north. Falara hates Valento mercilessly, since his Invasion of Pillai’s Kingdom caused the death of her parents. She swore to search Valento until the end and revenge her parent’s death. Since only the toughest Warriors would survive the ice hills, Falara started to hunt Valento with her Clan. She finally found Valento and had a long fight until he fell. A legend says Valentos undead soul appears several times a day, cursed to spawn in the ice hills and meant to be beaten down by strongest warriors.

Magical Powers

In her education as Priestess, Falara learned some powerful magical skills that help people on the one side and give strong damage to monsters and especially to undeads on the other side. Falara is able to keep people alive in wars, she is even able to revive people that just died. With those heal and protection powers especially many Tempskrons were able to survive in the wars against the undead. Today Priestess became one of the most important professions in the continent of Priston.

Sigil665
September 22nd, 2013, 06:51 PM
Sigil: Male, birth name unknown. Mid length blonde hair, perpetually clean-shaven face. Striking features with piercing, clover green eyes. Aura of controlled intensity, as a man that is caught in constant, brooding determination.

Commonly equipped with Battlemage robes, the most powerful wand or scepter he can acquire, and a glowing Mystic Shield.

Priston Tale character status: Magician

Build: Shield Mage

***

He awoke on a side street of the well maintained township of Pillai, his head foggy with ethereal whispers and the strongest sense of déj* vu.

I have done this before. I know this place. This is home.

His mind lingers over the particulars of his surroundings. Every cobblestone, shingle, beam of timber. The organic blend of nature, magic, and dwellings: It is familiar, all of it. He knows every detail, but feels near complete detachment to it. He is left with little of his own history, excepting his identity and purpose.

I am known as Sigil here, but that is not my name. I am a practitioner of the mystic arts. I am a warrior of the Morion people.

Sigil rakes his hair from his face with an unsteady hand, and takes in a sharp breath of evening air. Scents of lavender and cut wood drift into his notice, along with the slow realization that he is, in fact, on the ground. He pulls himself into a more seated position, unsure as to whether his legs will have sufficient strength to support his eventual decision to stand. In his half-dazed state, pictures flood into his mind. Some from too far ago to have occurred in his lifetime. Some, sadly all too recent.

Memories?

Images of fire and blood. Infernal forces leading a charge of inhuman creatures. Steel rending bodies. Magic tearing flesh. Battles from long ago as creatures of shadow made their bid to control the land of Priston, and beyond. Visions of hundreds of heroes meeting their end, throwing their lives against the darkness like so many waves crashing upon a massive stone – hoping the darkness would crack, eventually give way. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, their sacrifice would allow the next challengers to be victorious.

Too clear to be a dream. I was there. I couldn’t have been, but I was. What else can I remember?

The warriors to the south, the Tempskron: They had been fighting this evil for some time now. They were unaware of the existence of the Morion until fairly recently, but received their discreet aid nonetheless for a good while. Their lack of spiritual and arcane understanding put them at a disadvantage against some of their enemies, a weakness that may have been exploited were it not for unseen efforts. Despite this, they are a very physically powerful people with inquisitive, mechanical intelligence. An impressive culture, certainly. After revealing themselves to the Tempskron, true and honest hope had been created. An alliance had been formed. They vowed to fight alongside their brothers and sisters to the south.

But it wasn’t quite enough, was it? A vast, once civilized land now set mostly in ruin. Only two major settlements remaining, the outlying lands home to feral creatures and goblin folk. Farther out, the continent is in utter chaos.

Sigil shook his head in an effort to clear the memories away. These things happened long ago. The Great War claimed countless lives and brought great structures to rock and ash. Most of the land now sits as a memorial to the honored fallen. Other places are even darker; holdouts for the remnants of the enemy from ages past, or ancestral prisons for both corporeal and intangible echoes of the living, now mad with pain and rage. The land of Priston had undergone more than physical changes, however. The people had become harder, and their cultures harder to reflect this. Coming of age trials and simple customs have become life-threatening ordeals. These ordeals must be undertaken by all members of Morion society that wish to travel beyond the outskirts of great floating city. To begin, one must explore and sharpen one’s combat skills. If you survive and prove yourself, greater truths and more advanced techniques would be revealed to you. Provided you overcame a series of tasks, of course.

A test of manhood, partially. Mostly a test to make sure one was not so stupid as to walk off the edge of a cliff. Either way, you get to know the lands surrounding Pillai, as well as get your first taste of the horrors loose upon the land.

He remembered his first task; it seemed simple enough at first. Assist a city elder with a mundane undertaking. Sigil was sent to Molly, affectionately referred to as “Grandmother” by most. She wanted honey. In ages past, this would have been simple. One goes to the Cave of Bees with appropriate protection and quietly steals away with a bit of honeycomb in a jar. But things had indeed changed. The bees were warped by some curse during the last war, becoming monstrous in size and highly aggressive. There were still honey producing bees, but they now reside on the backs of creatures called Bee Dogs: Not true dogs, but feral mutations of the natural order, even more aggressive than the bees.

What was once a cautious walk in the countryside became a test of survival. Those of us unaccustomed to the use of heavy armor have to worry about the creatures inhabiting this area attacking en masse. I recall this task taking a long time to accomplish; I had to isolate a single Bee Dog from the pack at a time, killing it quietly with magic so the others would not notice. This tested my skills as a hunter as well as a magician, and taught me the value of patience. I was lucky. Many others are highly allergic to the bee venom. My scars healed with time. Cynically, I marveled at what our elders would put us through for something sweet. In retrospect, I understand that it wasn’t about the honey.

His second ordeal took him to the city of Navisko, deep in the desert lands occupied by the Tempskron. A dangerous place at night, by day the city is a place of rest and trade. Unbeknownst to the people of Navisko, they are all cursed to become monsters as the sun sets, rampaging and destroying anything and everyone they encounter. Even those who fall in battle against a superior combatant will arise the next morning, without injury or memory, unable to be told that they are the cause of their own terror. Sigil’s purpose there was to wait for nightfall and battle the creatures therein, in hopes of liberating the final components for the construction of a Morion warrior’s weapon. Befitting his training within the community, it was a staff.

I had mixed emotions about turning my magic against townsfolk, regardless of their situation. This hesitation came to an abrupt end after the first one very nearly took my arm off.

The fun didn’t stop there, either. The weapon had to be “matured”. This was a pleasant way of saying that it had to be used to end the lives of many monsters in the desert lands: The Oasis, the Forgotten Land, and no less than one hundred denizens of the Ancient Prison. After it was seasoned with the defeat of so many, its more ethereal properties became embedded in the mundane materials of its construction.

It was at this time that Master Raymond gave me access to even higher teachings of the mystic arts. It did not seem that I was learning new skills, but that I was remembering them from a long period of dormancy. The more Master Raymond exposed me to, the more I came to realize that this has always been a part of who I am, who I have been.

Sigil’s memories drifted toward the more recent events of his training. Ironically, it seemed a lifetime away. After demonstrating mastery of the new abilities opened to him, Sigil was promised advanced understanding of the magician’s arts. The first part of the test to determine his worthiness involved hunting undead knights in a vast underground cavern, known for its mushrooms large enough to use for shelter. This was accomplished easily enough, as the task was very much like his independent training runs. Twice more he was sent into the dark unknown, each time to locate and dispatch creatures of greater strength and number. After being convinced of Sigil’s power and determination, Raymond gave him his final task:

He had to defeat Master Raymond in a Magician’s duel.

The two met in the dueling grounds, a place removed from Pillai, reachable only by the highest of magics. Sigil had seen Master Raymond in battle before, the idea of facing off against him now was enough to bring him considerable worry. In times long past, this duel was more of an exhibition. A demonstration from student to master, proof that one had learned what was needed to progress. Not so now. This was a fight. Everyone in Pillai who walks the warrior’s path must come to this test. Everyone must prove that they may stand with the best of their people. Not everyone is up to the challenge, and every year there are stories about hopefuls who could not prevail. The lucky could limp home and try again later. The unlucky received a very poetic benediction at their funerals.

There was nothing else to do but take the fight hard and fast to my Master. He was more experienced and far more powerful than I was. My one advantage was youth. I was in better physical condition and had knowledge of magical defense. If I could keep him off balance with my best attacks and out maneuver him, I had a chance. In the end I won, but only because I believe he took it easy on me.

Sigil blinked and gathered his wits about him. His memory was fast catching up to his present circumstances. For the past while, he had been acting as the consummate mercenary, battling in groups for a percentage of the take (if money was tight). More often, however, he fought alone – pushing himself to defeat more and stronger opponents. There was yet another discovered level of high magic to attain, and he has yet to prove himself worthy of its power. Until then, it is his duty to face the coming challenges head on.

I am a warrior, not a hero. I do not expect to be the savior of my people. I am simply one of many righteous individuals struggling to achieve a goal. Tragically, that goal is our continued existence. A land in which it is safe to raise children. A place where it is not suicidal to go for a walk in the afternoon. Priston belongs to the Morion and Tempskron, and anyone else that wishes to share it in peace. It is not supposed to be a den for monsters and it is NOT a dumping ground for the unholy. It is time they realized this.

The duty of the righteous is not to destroy evil. It is the overall goal, but let us be realistic. It is the duty of the righteous to FIGHT evil. We must stand for those who cannot, and become a sword against the coming darkness. It is said that the vows of the faithful can make even the rulers of Hell tremble. I have faith. I am making that vow. They will not win. I will carve a path to victory from the flesh of my enemies, whatever the cost to myself. Even if my life is extinguished today, others will take up that path. We, the righteous, will stand victorious and free as long as we decide to keep fighting.

He now stood, purpose renewed, and gathered his rod and shield. Slowly, he stretched his neck to either side until an audible popping sound issued, drew in a deep breath, and took a look at his surroundings with fresh eyes. To his right lay a young lady outfitted and garbed as a Morion spear maiden; women trained for speed and accuracy, following the discipline of the heroine Atalanta. He would have sworn she was not there a moment ago. For the first time since his awakening and journey of introspection, Sigil cleared his throat and spoke, addressing the now stirring woman.

“Take it easy, you are safe. We are in Pillai. Where is the last place you remember being?”

“Ughnn… Iron Lands. Don’t know what happened…” she replied, still groggy and dazed.

“Iron Lands?” Sigil questioned, “Railway or Perum?” Sigil reached out a hand to help the young Atalanta disciple to her feet.

“Railway of Chaos. I was hunting fiends.”

“Perhaps we can be of use to each other. I need to get back there, myself. Would you like to accompany me? After we rest and re-provision, of course.”


I am Sigil, Magician and warrior of the Morion tribe. And I promise you, I am not done yet.

Natsumeia09
September 22nd, 2013, 08:09 PM
:o:o:o:o......

Whatt Lol x_X .?

Lionelle1991
September 23rd, 2013, 07:00 AM
Whatt Lol x_X .?

There are no hopies in road to the wind. Dummy... :lol:

Natsumeia09
September 23rd, 2013, 12:30 PM
There are no hopies in road to the wind. Dummy... :lol:
ehh ohh hmmm.. i forgot xD hahah.. tis been 5yrs ago Lmao..
cmonnn, its a "fiction" x)

JMcuad
September 30th, 2013, 11:56 AM
Slipknat tail of tale

Back in 2006, a character pikeman was born, the owner baptized him as slipknat.. then the journey begins, slipknat travels along the garden of freedom and then he saw a cute little monster with horn called hopy, that was his first encounter with, he give hopy a strong punch, after hopy die, slipknat raise his level, so on, then slipknat reach level 25, slipknat must face the 3 wolverines to get his first tiet, he died many times in facing wolverine, good thing he meet a friend higher lvl than him, he helps slipknat to cut those horn and tail for wolverine.

Okay lets skip..
Back in 2009 netplay shutdown, slipknat die for a while, then suba raises him, the merge happen, slipknat rocks again.

Skip again.

When slipknat reach 10x he begins aging his items, and he got a sick.. an aging addict, slipknat realize that priston tale is all about aging items, he showed up to the other players his glowing shiney +11 reaper schythe.. he is so happy with his spear,

Skip

2011 2 years ago, slipknat back in game after he finished his reallife task.. slipknat try to age his +11 spear, but he failed on aging..

To be continue......
Almost 1am.. gtg sleep..

part 2 of part 2

so now slipknat doesnt have spear anymore, he left his HF hellfire scythe, he continue train using only hf to reach lvl 103, he go train in LOC land of chaos, so hard for him to kill mobs cause he even not have vr, he even died many times in ET1 endless tower 1st floor, causes xp down.. so days past, weeks, months, season.. he reach lvl 103, and he begin to take a quest to get magic armor, took almost a month before he kill and get those boss species.. so now he have magic armor, he age it to +11, slipknat wants to trade his armor for rs, he find a tradie name "forfun" from pandaline clan, and then they got a deal, slipknat trades his armor +11 to rs +13.. now slipknat is so happy that he got another spear, he no cares for armor, and its not only +11, it is +13.. days past, he found out that the spear is lv/2.. he was cheated lol.. so he went again to train hoping to reach lvl 105, after 1 year of training, he reached lvl 105 (2013).. that was his happiest day in his game, he begin to hunt in ice mine, the first he always die facing freaking monters (iceworm, tarantulla, undead miners, minegolem but there is only one mob he could only kill, and that is seal crasher, and boom he found a drop from seal, a dragon spear.. hes so excited to find out if is it pikeman spec lv/1.. then he found out it is nice spec (ns) lol, he continue to kill seal crasher but seems like he doesnt get any good items from this mob, so now he try again to kill the ramdom mobs, he do 1 cl, 1 pot to avoid dying.., it is so hard for him.. weeks past he continue to hunt, hoping to get good items (108 item) then 1 time he kill undead miner, he was that it drops 108 armor ( cronus armor ks) kngiht spec, his friends told him that the armor he found can be trade to vr.. wow slipknat now have a vr, he can hunt well now.. as he continues hunting, the good drops continues too, he was lucky, now he have 2 vr, and even a 105 scythe, he begin to age his spear, the 105 one.. he really loves it cause it has weapon speed 8.. he reach aging his spear to +15.. he was so happy, one day, minis boss event on, he participate the event, he got a plenty of sheltoms, this is his problem, if he got plenty of sheltoms, his mind pushes him to age.. lol, now he try to age his spear going +16,, but he was failed in aging, he lose hope, he age his armor, failed again..
he promise not to play this game anymore, because he broke his items.. but really it is so hard to quit this game, a 10 year old game.. he got many friends from this game, even from fb (facebook).. so he realize that he will continue his tail of tale.. and that is all, thanks..

the end..:)
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Daphne3
October 1st, 2013, 12:50 AM
I awoke with a cry, jerking up in my bed.

It was only a nightmare.

As I waited for my pounding heart to calm, I listened to the soft snoring of Wolfy who always slept at the end of my bed.

I hugged my knees and closed my eyes as the memories flowed in the early hours of the morning.

I remember it was the morning of my third birthday, and following old Tempskron tradition, my parents took me to greet every person in the village. My father held me in his arms, proudly proclaiming how cute his daughter was as we met one after another, each full of smiles and well wishes. I couldn't remember them all, but I knew the face of the man that gave me a sweet potion that tasted like candy. He smiled warmly, and he was one of the few that I liked as a child.
I remember whining when my mother gently took the potion from me, promising to give it back after we visited my wolverine puppy later.

I was stirred out of my thoughts when Wolfy began to growl in his sleep. "You were there with me..." I whispered. "Just a puppy in those days." I ran my fingers along his back and he relaxed.
I rested my head on Wolfy's side as I fell into deeper, haunting memories.

I stared at a blue and gold robe, Then I remember turning and grabbing at my father's red beard, playing with it between my fingers. He had a bright smile on his face, but it suddenly lowered to a fearful frown. The voices were low and urgent, like something bad had happened. I sensed something was wrong, but I was too young to understand. I began to cry as I was passed to my mother's waiting arms. She held me close and her frown mimicked my father's. The urgent voices continued, growing in intensity. I watched with wide eyes as my mother gave me to the strange man in the robe, her eyes apologizing and pleading with me to be a good girl. "Mama..." I whimpered.

My parents rushed into a dark place as I wailed and struggled in the man's arms. He didn't try to stop me or comfort me, and instead he soon followed my parents inside. Somewhere far away I could hear my parents' yells and shouts of desperation to each other, and I called to them over and over. "Papa! Mama!"
I saw many black monsters, then my cries turned to hysteria, and I was soon taken back outside.

Moments passed and all that could be heard were my hiccups and crying, until I was gently lifted by warm, loving hands that embraced me. "Shhhh... it's okay." He spoke quiet and low, soothing me into comfort. It was the man that had given me the candy potion.

He and the other man spoke, and then I saw many men. They were all dressed the same, and each of them held sorrow in their eyes.


I buried my face into Wolfy's fur and sobbed.

My parent's were gone...

Hopelessness washed over me, the same feeling I had felt so often in the past thirteen years. Wolfy was looking at me, his nose softly twitching as he sniffed in concern. "I'll be fine," I assured him.

Wolfy nudged my hand and his wet nose smeared on my fingers, causing a genuine smile to form on my lips.

I raced past tree after tree, dodging little creatures as I hurried through the outskirts of the forest. For the first time I was almost late for training. Wolfy followed closely behind as I fastened my health potions into my pocket.

I stopped.

I had forgotten my dagger on the table. "Ughh..." I groaned and considered turning back for it, but quickly dismissed the thought. There wasn't enough time.
Wolfy ran ahead, his fluffy white tail flowed in the wind along with his matching mane and floppy blue ears.

Finally I made my way through the last of the trees and stepped into a clearing.

In the middle of the ancient monument stood the person that took care of me almost all my life. He was like a father to me, especially after my own father was gone. But he was also the leader of the Tempskron army and part of the Council that was made up of high ranked leaders, doing their best to protect Ricarten's people.

He was kneeling beside Wolfy, softly petting behind his ears and whispering sweet endearments. His armor of gold glinted in the sunlight, while his long cape flowed gracefully down his back.

Knight stood up and turned to me with a smile. "Morning, sunshine… Did you get into any trouble?”

I shook my head. "Not yet."

"Good," he said, releasing my face. "Keep it that way."

Slowly I raised my hand. "I forgot my dagger," I admitted, looking sheepish.

Knight sighed. "What did I just say?"

I smiled and shrugged.

Wolfy laid down nearby and rested his chin on his paws, lazily watching Knight remove a small crystal ball from his bag.

"Clear your mind," Knight instructed. "Let everything wash away."

I obeyed, closing my eyes and enjoying the soft breeze.
Suddenly the crystal was broken on the ground, then it began to glow and a figure appeared above it.
It was tall with green skin and red hair, a large bulging eye and a small squinty one. I was used to ugly monsters like this in my two years of training.

"Assume the postion," Knight told me.

I swiftly wielded my bow and aimed directly at the Headcutter.

I forced myself to focus on my magic, the element of fire with its heat radiating from my core. A fire bolt appeared on my arrow and I released it. It struck the Headcutter with full force, causing it to flinch in pain.


"Very good," Knight praised. "It seems you can learn a new skill today."
I lowered my bow and smiled. "Really? Today?" I asked excitedly. I loved to learn new skills. It felt accomplishing to learn something new and do well at it, and it was also special to learn anything at all. Women were forbidden to fight. The Council forbid it long ago, but Knight agreed to train me after years of relentless begging on my part.

"Certainly," he smiled. "It's not like the skills I've been teaching you, it's more of a... test."

My heart sank.

"But it's incredibly important," he continued. "If you can't pass this, then it's undetermined whether you can truly progress as a warrior."

Knight strode passed me to scoop up a Hopy into his arms. It squeaked, clearly unhappy at this intrusion. The Hopy was one of the cutest, most harmless creatures out there, so it was hardly a monster to me.

"Awww, it's so cute." I cooed.

Wolfy's head jerked up at attenton, immediately jealous.

"Kill it," Knight said simply.

My eyes widened. "Why?" I cried. "It's harmless!"

But Knight shook his head. "It's a monster all the same, and you must learn to master your own opinions in battle and instead focus on the truth. It's a monster."

"I could kill if it I wanted to," I stalled, "but I don't want to."

"But you must," he urged. "It’s part of your training."

I sighed. It blinked at me, its lips quirked up in a small smile. It started to hop away and I knew if I didn't kill it now, Knight wouldn't teach me anything new.

Knight waited patiently as I glanced at him every once in a while.
I held my breath and slowly raised my bow, aiming at the Hopy. Its green fuzz of hair gently lit up in the morning sun, and its dull horn reminded me of the one Wolfy had on his forehead.
I concentrated hard, imagining my arrow releasing from its string, flying through the air and striking the hopy.
My hands began to shake.

"That's enough." I vaguely heard Knight in the back of my mind. I didn't break my concentration, I only pushed myself further. I summoned the magic within me to light fire on my arrow, but still I couldn't pull it free.
I tried to imagine the hopy as something else, something ugly. I began to imagine it as a headcutter, but the monster from my nightmare took its place in an instant, startling me and causing the fire arrow to fly freely.

It missed the hopy, but landed dangerously close to Wolfy. He yelped and jumped up from his comfortable position, running a little ways away

"Oh, Wolfy! I'm sorry!" I ran to him and embraced him. "I wasn't aiming for you..."

Knight approached slowly, his arms crossed and his face unreadable.

I stood up, feeling guilty for not obeying his order. "Sorry..." I mumbled.

I sank down onto the concrete stairs, suddenly embarrassed.
Knight sat beside me and took my hand. "You're young, and you have plenty of time." He smiled sadly.

We were quiet a long while, both lost in thought, until I hesitantly asked the question that was on my mind since last night.
"Do you believe in premonition dreams?"

"I do."

"What if... I had one last night?" I worriedly looked into his blue eyes.
He shook his head. "It's not possible, only those with Morion blood have the gift - or curse - of premonition dreams."
I stood up suddenly filled with wistful questioning. "Why are we practically at war with the Morion's if they’re so highly gifted? Why must we be separated from them when they could help us?"

Knight appeared surprised. "It’s for the best."
"For the best for who? Obviously we need them if we struggle with our own economy..."
Knight looked thoughtful. "Some things we cannot change."

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I walked the streets of my village, the beloved town of Ricarten that was home to many Tempskron people. The sound of bustling towns people trading and chatting was meant to be heard, but the streets were filled with sorrowful silence. The economic crisis lead the once happy town to near poverty, stripping the town of supplies and weapons, forcing the people to settle their hope in the Council and warriors to hunt for basic needs like mana.

I sighed as I walked past the homes and shops along the pathway to the warpgate. Most were vacant by now, and almost everyone had the same fear.

Who was next to disappear?

I paused at the craftsman salon, or what used to be it. Poor Thea with her vibrant red hair and cheerful face was one of the first to fall on the list of the lost people. She loved her job, and there was no reason for her to leave unexpectedly and never come back. It felt too quiet without her pounding away on the anvil, busily taking orders and joking with her costumers. She could put a smile on anyone's face and fill in any order if you gave her the recipe. She was truly a kind, hard working person.

But she was gone.

I strode further down the pathway to the warehouse keeper. He was gone too, and it harmed our people greatly. He was in charge of all the warehouses in our village, and when he disappeared the people lost many of their items.

Numerous others disappeared in a close time frame, and by Knight's orders guards were stationed around the remaining villagers that provided weapons and supplies of any kind.

"Daphne!" I was snapped out of my thoughts by a female voice. Allya, the miscellaneous store keeper waved her hand at me. I smiled in greeting and ran to her. "How lucky am I?" She laughed. "Lookie at all these men guarding me!" She whispered loudly, cupping a hand over her mouth when she realized they may have heard. Two guards stood a few feet away from her, not paying attention.

"I've never been so happy, this is like the book I read the other night about how this girl is in distress and..." She went on chattering. I smiled and nodded, trying to listen and be interested in her story. She and her sisters were hopeless romantics, watching and longing for a man to come sweep them off their feet. They went on hoping and waiting, even in the hardest of times.

But it had never been this hard, and I wondered if she knew the true urgency of the situation. If she disappeared, we wouldn't have the basic potions that allowed us to hunt. Still, it was difficult to hunt even with her shop supplies.

"...And the Bargon was inches away from her! She screamed and her knight charming came up and saved her! Ohh It was my favorite part..." She looked up at the sky and happily sighed. I could practically see hearts in her eyes. "Maybe someday it'll happen to you." I smiled. She gasped as if she hadn't thought of it, and returned to her daydreaming with a smile.

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The court meeting was called to order. For the first time I was allowed to attend, and I was excited and nervous, fidgeting until Knight ushered me to sit beside him. Skill master Verkan sat beside Knight, followed by Force Master and Clan Master.
Knight ran his fingers along the worn map while his lips moved silently. Finally he spoke. "We'll hunt in Greedy Lake for mana and any weapons we can find, we'll travel--"

"Can I come?" I piped up, then shrunk in my seat when I realized I interrupted.

"A battlefield is not for a woman," Clan Master said. "And you’re no exception, young one. The monsters are fierce and the road is long, you must stay here with the other women and children."

Knight looked at me, silently pleading for me to accept that. I nodded and sat quietly.

"We leave at dawn." Knight announced.

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"I must go," Knight began again breathlessly. "We need the supplies desperately."
I had asked over and over if I could come.

"I could help you hunt!"
He shook his head. "It's too risky. Someone would see and the Council wouldn't only banish you from Ricarten, but me as well." He pushed past me and grabbed his potion bag from the bed. "Maybe another day we can go together, when it's not this important." He quickly kissed my forehead. "Be a good girl."



I watched as Knight and most of the guards set out for Greedy Lake. They would be gone for days, hunting and gathering. I wanted to go... but I was left to pretend that I couldn't fight or defend myself like all the other women.

I spent the day polishing armor and cleaning dishes, and the need for adventure was strong.
By the time the dinner dishes were cleaned the feeling was overwhelming. Finally, I gathered my bow and called for Wolfy. I made sure my dagger was in my boot this time.

We snuck out when all the villagers were asleep. I crept close to a building, avoiding the lights until I made it to the warpgate. I turned around when I sensed Wolfy hadn't followed. He was gnawing at his side. "Wolfy!" I whispered. "Come here!" His head jerked up and he abruptly stopped, trotting over sheepishly.

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I approached Royalmage at the entrance to Cursed Temple and tapped him on the shoulder.

“May we enter Cursed Temple?” I asked sweetly.
"Why, might I ask, do you wish to enter Cursed Temple?" He asked.

"Oh, you know," I waved my hand, brushing it off. "The other girls dared me to enter the temple to see how long I'd last."
He nodded slowly. "It’s dangerous, I should accompany you."

"It's no big deal, really! I came all this way... and..." My words faded when I saw Royalmage wasn't listening. He was staring at something behind me. I followed his gaze and could see Morald shuffling his way through the sand in this direction.

What is he doing here?

Morald was the mixing craftsman of Ricarten. He was an older man with white hair and bushy eyebrows, but he was well respected for his skills in mixing. I never thought I'd see him approach Cursed Temple with a long sword in his hand.

"Run along," Royalmage said simply. "I’ve things to tend to." He rushed forward and greeted Morald, starting a chat.

I shrugged at Wolfy and entered Cursed Temple.

The air was thin and cold, much different than the scorching desert breeze. I stepped forward, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light. This place felt painfully familiar, almost like I had been here before. My eyes widened.
With a rush of emotion I knew where I was. The temple where my mother and father were killed.
Royalmage and Morald were entering, and I quickly hid behind a pillar.
Royalmage lifted his hand and directed Morald down the nearby stairs. "This way."
Quietly I followed with Wolfy close behind.

Royalmage strode past the monsters, then disappeared into another room that lead to darkness.
Confused, I ran down the stairs to catch up.

Tentatively we walked into the black-filled room and appeared in another area.

Royalmage and Morald were nowhere in sight. Wolfy carefully sniffed the air then excitedly woofed at me, tracking their scent and leading me down an entryway. "Good boy!" I praised, then laughed when Wolfy started walking with a proud step.

We passed many odd monsters, even one with two heads. Just as I was about to wonder if it was exceptionally smart, Wolfy stopped.
I saw two figures in the distance, Royalmage and Morald... I squinted. Something was wrong. Morald was thrashing in Royalmage's arms!

Rushing forward, I cut through a staircase that lead to them, and I could hear Morald's angry words. "When the Council finds out about this you will be banished from every--" He fell into a coughing fit.

"They haven't discovered it this far, why would they discover it now? Knight is a fool," Royalmage spat.

I glanced at Wolfy, who glanced up at me. We didn't like Knight being called names.

"...who will never speak the truth even if it were biting the tip of his nose!"

Wolfy growled.

"He’s weak..."

I cracked my knuckles.

"Prideful…"

Wolfy sharpened his claws on the floor.

"And a disgrace to the Morion people!"

I wielded my bow and dashed forward with Wolfy beside me.

We took several brave steps before backtracking and hiding behind the wall. If Royalmage or Morald saw me with a weapon, I would be the one to be banished from every-- whatever Morald was about to say.

Suddenly the palm of Royalmage's hand began to glow black.

"Enough!" He yelled, pushing his glowing palm to Morald's side. Morald screamed then hung limp in Royalmage's arms. I gasped.

With a cold smile, Royalmage continued to drag Morald further into the temple. I raised my bow and aimed at Royalmage. My hands began to tremble as I thought about it.

I missed.

The arrow tore through Royalmage's robe, but touched no other part of him. Startled, he jumped back and hid behind a wall, checking his surroundings. My heart stopped when he spotted us and shot a black beam of light that narrowly missed my head. Wolfy yiked and I couldn't think of anything better to do than run.

And we ran faster than we ever had before, finding the Cursed Temple. But we didn't stop there, we ran all the way to the Navisko warpgate without stopping.

Wolfy and I didn't feel safe until we sat on my bed with the covers placed firmly over our heads. We stayed like that until I grew frustrated with myself. "I need more training!" I burst, throwing the covers off. "How do you stop fear?" I sat a moment, then answered my own question. "I must conquer it... And I need more confidence… Maybe I could train the other women and gain confidence that way!" I brightened at this idea. "If the women are trained, then we'll have more people to gather supplies, and then we'll prove that the women really can fight well!" I clapped my hands together in excitement. It was final, I would start training them tomorrow.

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Almost all the women agreed to begin training. They were eager to fight beside their loved ones, and I didn't blame them. We found all the weapons we could that were stored in the town, which were barely enough.

We were able to train in Garden of Freedom since the guards went to hunt with Knight. The women learned a lot in a couple days. I had taught them some of what I knew, and they caught on quickly.

I felt they were ready to move on to Refuge of the Ancients, and they agreed with a chorus of, "Yay!"

But when we got there they changed their minds. They were terrified of the Ghosts, Skeletons, and they hated the Scorpions. I desperately tried to keep order, failing.

Frustrated, I took out my bow and wiped out every monster.

"They're practically harmless," I told them.

"I'm not."

My blood ran cold. It was a man's voice, one I knew all too well. I slowly turned around as the women dropped their weapons with a loud CLANG.

I felt like dying.

Knight stood with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face, the entire Council behind him. They gaped at me until the Force Master asked, "What’s the meaning of this?"
On the corner of my eye I could see Wolfy frantically running back to Ricarten with his tail between his legs.

"Umm..."

"I was informed you went to Cursed Temple." Knight's voice was dangerously calm.

I slowly nodded.

"And that you've been training these women to fight."

I nodded again.

"Give me your bow," he ordered.
Wordlessly I handed my bow to him, feeling as though I gave away a piece of myself.

"I..." Tears filled my eyes and I couldn't speak.

"You may go," Knight told the women

They quickly started off for Ricarten, the other Council members following. I was left alone with Knight and the silence was deafening. I kept my eyes on the ground.
Finally he stepped close, and I flinched as he carefully lifted my chin to look at him. I only saw disappointment in his eyes, and it broke my heart.

"How long were you planning this?"

I swallowed and answered quietly, "I started the day after I thought of it, after I went to Cursed Temple."

Suddenly he was angry. "You deliberately disobeyed me, disobeyed the Council, and lured all those women out into a fantasy! What were you thinking?"


"Morald went into Cursed Temple and Royalmage lead him somewhere then kidnapped him!" The words tumbled out of my mouth in a flurry.

Knight stared, trying to make sense of it. "Morald, the mixing craftsman?"

"Yes! And--"

A low rumbling distracted us. Knight caught my arm and took off for Garden of Freedom, soon stopping only moments later when a black light fell from the sky in an organized beam. It was directly over Ricarten, and soon another beam appeared somewhere in Bamboo Forest.

Knight released my arm and stepped forward in disbelief, whispering, "Black magic..."

The beams grew in thickness until it disappeared, then I heard deep explosions, as if someone had dropped a town on top of another.
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"Sir, the warpgates as far as Pillai have been destroyed."

Knight waved the guard away, continuing to massage his temples. Knight suffered from a headache after the warpgates were destroyed, and so did the Force Master. They sat in silent pain.

"It was you!" Skill master Verkan pointed a finger at me. "You’re the traitor and now you've destroyed the warpgates and plan to destroy us!"

I was distracted by noises outside, going to check what was happening before bursting back inside.
"Knight!" I shrieked. "The town is being attacked!"

Knight stood up fast, stumbling as he held his head and made his way to the door. I took his arm to steady him as we left for the center of Ricarten.

An unnatural darkness blocked the sun and caused a thick fog to form. Children were screaming for their mothers, women were frantically searching for their loved ones, and the army of Tempskron were desperately fighting off the shadow monsters that invaded.

"We must fight..." Knight mumbled, clutching his head.

"You can't fight like that," I told him. "And I can't fight either..."

"Retrieve your bow... in the Council room..." He cringed in pain.

"Why is he in such pain?" I cried.

"The Morion's are mystically linked to the warpgates." Clan Master explained quickly, taking Knight's arm from me. "The connection was severed and they suffer the loss."

I gasped. Knight was a Morion?

Wolfy had already retrieved my bow and dropped it at my feet.

The men were outnumbered by Shadows and were swiftly losing the battle, falling back to the bridge where I stood. I aimed and fired many arrows, but it still wasn't enough. It seemed there were unlimited Shadows, constantly respawning. Skill master Verkan rushed forward with his sword, stabbing a Shadow and using fire on another.

Suddenly, Skill master Verkan was hit with a burst of Black Magic. He froze and his body seized up, falling to the floor. I ran to him and felt for a pulse, finding he was unconscious, but still breathing.

"Where is the beloved Knight?" Royalmage emerged from the fog, a sinister smile on his lips as he glided forward.

Knight appeared behind Royalmage and leaped at him with his sword glowing blue. The sword was inches away from Royalmage when Black Magic appeared around Royalmage in a shield, protecting him from Knight's attacks.

"Do you find me a fool? Dear, brother," Royalmage sneered, "You have lost your touch. You were once so valiant, so honored as the Morion knight of Tempskron. Now look at you, reduced to this!" His hands reached out and shoved Knight with a blast of magic, sending him flying.

I gasped and tried to get to him, but the guards were barricading the bridge with their bodies and shields.

"What have you been reduced to?" Knight replied hoarsely.

He was struck again and hit a tree. "Silence!" Royalmage thundered. "I’ve been second to you for TOO LONG! I’ll have the revenge I waited so long for, and when I'm finished you won't be alive to see my reign!"

Black Magic slowly enveloped Knight, cutting off his air supply and he began to choke.

My hands trembled uncontrollably.

"You were... the traitor..." He gasped for breath.

"Oh, your premonition dream. Maybe if you kept your mouth shut I wouldn't have been banished from my home!" Royalmage's face was twisted in anger "I’ll claim your beloved Ricarten and all you hold dear, and then maybe then you'll understand how I felt to live in your shadow."

Knight kicked his legs in desperation, clutching his throat with his hands.

"Who would’ve thought that the people would favor brute force over powerful magic? They were foolish—“ Royalmage let out a sharp scream and looked down at the arrow I had pierced him with.

I had released the arrow with confidence, imagining Knight's safety. It made the next arrow fly easier, and the next, until I summoned fire. Royalmage fell to his knees, his power no longer taking effect. The Shadows were lifted into the dark cloud, disappearing in an instant. The guards disengaged the barricade, making room for me to run to Knight's side. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed.

"Knight!" Tears were running down my cheeks.

Suddenly his eyes opened. He grabbed the dagger from in my boot and shot up with a battle cry, he leaped forward and jammed the dagger into the ground, causing a wave of ice to flow from it and encompass the crawling Royalmage in a block of ice.

Knight collapsed.

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Two days had passed and Knight was recovering well. I still worried over him, so when we were informed that a group of visitors were approaching Ricarten, I didn't think much of it.

"I'm feeling stronger." He said.

"I hope so," I said, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Skill master Verkan had immediately woken from his apparent cursed sleep when Royalmage had been struck by my arrow, and Force Master and Knight were relieved of their headache when the warpgate was rebuilt with the Morion's help.

"So... you're really brothers?" I asked for the third time that day.

"Yes," he replied. "He was always jealous of me, and thought I was prideful and undeserving. I had a premonition dream about a traitor from the Morion tribe... It caused a conflict in the Council, and Royalmage and I were banished from the Morion territories. He said he had a premonition dream as well... that the traitor was a woman. But it was a lie that nobody could prove until the traitor was captured. This angered the Morion's, causing them to break our alliance."

"Why did it anger them?" I asked.

"The Morion's highly value their women warriors. That's why they agreed to allow the alliance to be mended, our women will be allowed to train again. We will--" Knight stopped abruptly, looking stricken and accidentally dumping his stew bowl on the floor. Wolfy happily lapped it up.

"Owen... Karina..."

I turned around and my breath caught.

There, standing with awe, were my parents.

I shook my head and blinked several times.

"Mama? Papa?"

My mother's smile turned radiant as she rushed forward to embrace me.

"Daphne...”

We held each other for a long while, shaking with sobs.

I closed my eyes and smiled. The void in my heart was finally filled, everything was finally back to normal.

SunnyZ
October 1st, 2013, 05:30 AM
There was once a Pikeman who use to suck on his thumbs.
He was a Pikeman, he is strong, he should not suck on his thumbs.
So we cut off his thumbs.

The end.

Kkid
October 1st, 2013, 08:56 AM
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