The Waste lands With Goru Sein and his crew now gone, the waste lands grew cheerful, every slaver gathered in Sein's layer, putting the buildings and surrounding areas in order; the bliss could be felt in serene atmosphere as the chirping birds hovered in the clear skies. It seemed as though Heaven came down to touch lives, in the mist of the blissful town, Elroy, bandaged all over his torso sat on a boulder outside the town, beside Jacob, whose face was dressed. "Look how happy they are." Jacob spoke with a muffed tone due to the bandage. "Look how happy we made them, everyone else would be glad to see this." Replied Elroy "They are, Elroy" "How would you know?" "That's because their work in God....." "Really Jacob, God?" "Yes Elroy, God." "You know what I've thought on, I wonder what God did while Aria's heart was ripped out and Taven screamed out when the black smoke ate his flesh from his bones." "It doesn't matter what you say, their vessels were destroyed but their spir
Kingdom of Riana Reign of King Orrick Levia In the cool of the evening King Orrick, a stunning pale, sturdy, middle aged man with long brown hair and short beards; rode alongside a tall, brown skin Riana Sri through a dense forest. The Sri was muscly just like King Orrick but he had a crew cut with no beards. They rode for a while then halted their horses when they came to an open land of white sand and a blue Ocean stretching as far as the eyes could see. “This is amazing Jerrod,” King Orrick marveled at the beauty of the land. “I knew you would love it,” Jerrod spoke with a profuse voice, “what comes to your mind?” “The beauty of the pure sand,” he dismounts his armored horse, “the splendor and serenity of the Deep and its presence.” He takes a deep breath, “magnificent.” Dismounting his horse Jerrod gave a scrawny smile, “A pleasant sight my Lord, I was thinking of a harbour instead.” “Wow” he turns over to Jerrod. “Jerrod you bastard, that’s amazing, I know a member of the R
The Southern Empire, a vast land covering half the mid-southern lands and the latter ends of the Southern-lands. This large Empire of Light bearers or believers as known of them is made up of ten kingdoms, all under the ruler ship of Bishop Ekmond Alexander, King of Lux-urbe; the head of the kingdoms. Lux-urbe is a large kingdom surrounded by hills, the only known route into this fortress is through a wide gorge, along the gorge lies a forest of pine trees before the gates of the kingdom. The Citadel, a wide, five floor stone tower, could be seen from all over the kingdom for it stood at the top of a plateau, in the middle of the kingdom. There are two stairways running from bottom to top of the plateau. The door into the Citadel was always open so complaints can be taken directly to the Bishop. From the door of the Citadel a red runner stretched down to the two silver thrones, on each side of the runner a bit further from it stood Knights, glistering in leather white armor and hel
Kingdom of Riana Riana Castle compound “Lord-father.” Prince Richard yells out as he approaches the balcony, were King Eric was seated. “What’s with the foul mood Prince Richard?” King Eric asked calmly. “Michael and Thomas are dead.” King Eric laughed out then looks back at Prince Richard who was furiously glaring at him. “Why is this funny Lord-father?” “I know an occult group was responsible for Jerrod’s death, acceptable, you can’t just walk up to me and tell me two well-known Sri are dead.” “I wish it were a silly joke father, their bodies were seen floating in the brook at the farmlands.” “What was the report?” “They have been dead for a long time; Michael was poisoned while Thomas was poisoned and gutted. It has been concluded that someone close to them was involved, their families have been taken into custody.” “Very good my son.” "I see a pattern here father,” Prince Richard walks over to the balustrade, “Sir Jerrod, the massacre, the occult group; now Thomas and
Kingdom of Riana Second District-North section It was the early hours of the day yet the uproar continues in front of Elmond Osis’ chalet, the crowd kept shouting 'freedom' with lifted hands. Elmond was fed up so he took a sit beside the door of his chalet. “That’s enough,” a dense voice thundered from a distance, bring silence to the rowdy environment and everyone to a standstill. With the gaze of the crowd fixed on him, Commander Reece of the second district walked boldly towards them accompanied by a squad of Riana Soldiers. This white skin, short muscled man had a lined-up trimmed hair, but had no beards giving him the looks of a teenage boy. “I know you are grieved by the resent declaration by the Crowned Prince, so am I and other Nobles. Please be patient with us, a letter has been sent to the King.” “How long?” Rashik yelled out from amidst the crowd. “How long?” others chorused one after the other. “We want freedom, we want freedom.” Commander Reece tsked, nodding in d
It was in the reign of King Job Marwick, the last king before the rise of the Levia reign. King Marwick was a bastard, pervert and sluggard; he destroyed the long built system of past Kings and chieftain of Morrigan, now known as Riana. Although the Soldiers were great the kingdom itself was in chaos, only high-born were allowed to live off the good of the land leading to high rise in crime all over the four districts then. The Soldiers did as they pleased and no one could challenge them, being a maiden was a curse in this era, they were helpless, treated like animals, even lower than animals. During the tenth reign of King Marwick, the fourth district grew peaceful, crime did not only reduce, it stopped and Soldiers as well as nobles misusing authority either went missing or were humiliated and chased out. All this began when a man named Marcus Levia stepped into Morrigan. News reached King Marwick after ninety days, so he took a stroll to know who the gentle man was, seeing Marcus
Under the scorching noonday sun, Elroy trots his horse through a valley of hay, "I know it's been a long day Celsius but I can't let you eat this unhealthy hay, Jacob gave warnings to take good care of you." Celsius snorts as though it understood Elroy, "I know Celsius, there should be a town after that bridge up ahead," he gazes at the wooden flyover held at bay by thick ropes. "We are going to dig in on r****h soup." After a while of crossing the long wooden flyover, Elroy trot along a pathway running through a corn field - soon after, they entered a town. Nacroy was the name of this large town at the boarders of the Western-land, Nacroy was known for their fresh fruits and vegetables; the town was always hectic right from dawn till dusk. Seeing the large crowd Elroy dismounts from Celsius, gently pulling Celsius along by the reins. He continued through the crowd until he got to a red tent vegetable stall, were he stopped to take a good look at the huge, fresh, juicy r****h. "I
Kingdom of Vencia A month some days has passed since the claim on Vencia, the Drokan people were now wholly settled in Vencia - the damaged buildings have been put in good form, they had even placed a market, not for sales but for distribution of needed supplies. The royal compound was also set in place, the walls around about were demolished and four towers, tall wooden made structures were undergoing construction at four points of the compound. Three cottages stood on each side of the compound while another at the middle, on its slate made roofing hung a pole, bearing the emblem of the Drokan Clan – fluttering majestically to the calm flowing wind. Before the middle cottage, Dorak Herra sits on a chair like throne made of ironwood, dark as night having a well-polished surface looking like silver. Covin stood by his side with two of his brothers while two other sons stood by the other side - they were all cloaked in green hooded cape. A short distance from Dorak Herra, five men in
Rune Clan The gruesome clash raged on in the main streets and alleys, wailing and death cries rose up as fragrance accompanied by the resounding of clashing swords. Commander Eslar lifts her sword up with a shout then slashed down on a Drokan Soldier’s head before kicking forward against his chest, making it easy for her to yank the sword out. From her rare another Drokan Soldier slashed at her, which she deflects with her shield before plunging her sword into his neck; she pulled the sword out allowing him to drop down, giving view to a teenage figure vested in green hooded cape - wielding a steel spear with curved blades at both ends. “Such a young fellow, but yet a killer, God have mercy on these savagery.” Eslar was not prepared to hold back. Another Drokan Soldier charged at Eslar with a slash but she eluded his attack then sliced his lower belly with a clean cut, allowing his guts to drop out. “The battle field is no place for a woman." The lad spoke in the northern tongue,
By the waterfront of Rune Clan, ten sail-ships were anchored, there was no sign of the town folks, the dockyard was in disarray as well as the market and it was as though everyone left in a hurry. By the front-rare of the ship Commander Eslar stood beside Prince Fredrick, surveying the numb-still town. “This feels like a trap.” said Prince Fredrick “It’s very obvious,” Eslar agreed then turns over to the three Knights behind her. “Alright, Sri Zick - Sri Tom - Sri Amos.” She called at obliging the Knights to clasp their hands behind their back. “Coordinate every ship here, all archers are to take vantage points, defend the people at all cost, especially the Queen and her children.” The Knights agreed with a bow then walks away. Along the main street of Rune Clan, Commander Eslar alongside Prince Fredrick and Tihon amidst a large company of Ramenia Knights treads carefully, watching out for any unfamiliar movement. “I saw a man peeping through a window,” Prince Fredrick whispered “
Kingdom of Ramenia Castle Compound The top of the Castle was a spherical marbled-surface having short walls round about it, Prince Fredrick stands beside Commander Eslar, enjoying the unsettling breeze of the early morning and the wonderful sight of Sud. “This is just marvellous.” Prince Fredrick took a deep breath; the view of Sud in full length was the slice of a pie, green on the edges. “You know what else is great," Eslar glints at Prince Fredrick whose gaze was on her - eager for a befitting reply. "Beating you in a duel and becoming the best swords-woman in the West and South.” “It will be my pleasure to end that dream my lady.” Prince Fredrick guaranteed, his sword already in his hand. “Once in a life time offer.” Eslar steps backward, giving a good distance as she drew her sword. “I’ll try going easy on you.” Prince Fredrick assured before clasping one hand behind his back. “Your ignorance will cause you to bow to my victory, Fredrick.” Prince Fredrick was caught off g
ORLANDA RAMSEY The town of Ciadac, a South-east town managed by the Clan of Raging Crows; a clan once feared for their mastery over the darkest sorcery years ago. This dreaded clan soon came to know the God and Lord of the Christian faith as soon as the next in command, Lord Aaron Rooks, stepped into power. The Raging Crows are now known as the Purifiers Creed, whose main aim became to preach against evil acts, as tagged evil by the Holy Scriptures; as well as punishing evil men and women who derived joy in engaging wicked acts. In the bliss of the tepid evening atmosphere, Orlanda Ramsey looking ravishing as always, trots his horse through a market, smiling cheerfully at the serenity of the town; coming close to a compound gate, he halts his horse in front of the five spear-men clad in leather gray hooded armor. "State your business,” the middle spear-man ordered “You speak to Orlanda Ramsey, second in command of the Purifiers forces.” “To whom do I owe?” the Soldier pronounced.
Kingdom of Riana Fifth district-West section Wielding his long sword Jerrod Rooks stood still and calm on the bridge linking the West section of the fifth district and that of the sixth, peering at the veil. He turns over to his seven Soldiers holding torches and their swords then he gazed at Commander Darren standing behind his Soldiers. “Remember what I told you Darren.” “I will Sri Jerrod.” Jerrod turned back to the veil, he sighed then walked into it, as though he was submerged in water, the veil sucked him in - the Soldiers hesitated in their movement but eventually followed. Jerrod and his Soldiers trended the numb silent streets of the obscure ice-cold town, frost following every breath, carefully observing their surroundings, on getting to the town square they beheld with their eyes the bodies of the towns folk, stacked up together and the children sitting round about the pile of bodies; aside this there was a child standing before the sore sight, appearing to be dead but
Kingdom of Riana The heavy down pour came with fury and thundering, driven on all sides by the raging wind - a thick fog hovered over Riana, so dense no one would know who or what was close by. In the west section of the fifth district, two children - male and female, about six-seven years straightened up on their beds due to the loud rumbling and howling. They stared at each other, looking gloomy and drowsy; they stood up on their feet walking out of the room as though they were not in control. The female child opened the door on reaching it, allowing the heavy down pour to gust into the cottage but still the parents of the children were fast asleep, a flash of lightning revealed several figures in the fog - off the children went into the fog. Three days later Fifth district-West section Eight men, mature and young - rode their horses through the empty main street, halting their horses not too far from Commander Darren who stood with five Riana Soldiers in front of the bridge lea
Kingdom of Riana As the day drew dark, the north section of the fifth district became lighted up and was crowded, for everyone returned to their various homes and others ending their various activities. In the mist of the crowd, the Behamolt - still using Elroy's form stood and watched everyone. How do I get to the west section of the sixth district, he thought. "Excuse me" a male voice spoke from behind Elroy, he quickly turned around to know who it was. "Are you lost?" Tihon Rooks asked. "Ah yes, I know I'm in the fifth district, but how can I get to the West section of the sixth district?" "Continue down this Street until you see a bridge,” Tihon gestured, “it leads directly to the West section of the sixth district." "Thank you very much, may I have a drink with you for this kindness." "Maybe next time...." "I insist sir, it'll make me happy." "Alright, there's a place we can go nearby," Tihon said, walking pass Elroy, "come with me." In a pub with few people, Elroy sits
About half a mile from the walls of Riana, just before the glooming woods, Elroy stood beside Celsius holding a large sack. Immediately he mounted it on Celsius a familiar stench came upon his nose, he tried grasping what it was when a flash of light shun behind him, not too bright, but enough to cast a huge shadow in front of him. Elroy instantly turned around, holding unto the hilt of his sword, ready to cut the enemy down, but what he witnessed was unexpected. He trembled at the sight of the bloodcurdling evil he beheld, for the aura protruding out of the Behamolt signified death. As soon as Elroy got hold of himself a swipe from the beast sent him spinning into the air, with a brutal force he lands on the ground meters away from the creature. The Behamolt saw no pity in devouring Celsius, it clawed and ripped it limbs from limbs, chewing and nibbling its insides. It was unexpected, Elroy should still be able to move, but he couldn’t – from the fear or the fall, he wasn’t sure,
Nacroy Not too far from Margret’s tavern, Elroy sits under a horse-chestnut tree, watching the flickering stars while enjoying the serenity the falling blossom created as the warm wind breezes through the surroundings. "Beautiful isn’t it” Margret marveled at the sky as she approached Elroy. “I don’t need your company.” Elroy spoke irately. “I know.” She sits beside Elroy groaning slightly, “I just came to say I’m sorry, I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m still going to apologize anyway. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for abandoning you, I’m sorry for not loving you enough to stay when I should have, I’m sorry for being a fool and a coward, I’m really sorry El. You didn’t deserve to grow without a mother’s love, please forgive me.” “You should really learn how to apologize because you are bad at it.” Margret chuckled, “I’ll do just that.” “After everything, why are you not with your beloved?” “My so-called beloved tried to kill me.” “Glad to hear you got what you deserved.” “Don’