They are light's chosen. Heralds of justice, light's weapon against all evil. The paladins hold power and knowledge bestowed upon them by the light—Their presence brings forth hope to every race in the world of Palmor. One such paladin was once a princess beloved by her kingdom. A kingdom in ruins after a swarm of the rising dead suddenly appeared at its very heart, ripping through every life in their path. Maria is her name. She embarked on a path to recover the lands she had lost with the help of heroes that stood side by side with her against the creatures threatening to destroy this world.
View MoreI’m sure father would have agreed to Norman’s proposal by now, Holus knows what kind of treatment I will receive once he and I have sworn an oath of marriage. How Maria detested of such a thought, Holus guide me, what should I do? She prayed even if knowing that the God she reveres wouldn’t answer. “Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his f
“I had my doubts... Even back then, that bastard looked very suspicious the first time I saw him. What about now Arthur, you spoke highly of that turncoat earlier. Oh, I do hope you’re not in cahoots lest my sword cut your head.” Maria heard Norman’s angered words the moment she awakened. She could barely bend upward her upper body, with her body aching all over and a piercing feeling struck her head the moment she moved. She moaned softly in pain, evoking concerned gasps from the people around her. Norman was the first to approach her, holding her carefully whilst she heard shouts asking for a priest from the others.
It was a windy night, the rain poured unceasingly. In a castle occurs a lively scene; a large amount of exotic food was arranged on a long table made of elder wood; these foods were shared between the cheerful noble participants, they drank wine in their golden chalices as they lay upon exquisite elven-carved chairs. At the highest seat sat an old man with bright tousled hair, thick eyebrows, and a crooked nose- His bushy scruffy beard thoroughly hid his mouth, none knew whether he was smiling or not. King Magnus II, they call him, yet no matter how glorious his name is, the king was unfit for such duties; especially for a king who indulges himself in pleasure and luxury, to which the commoners bear the brunt of his meaningless spendings. To his left, Queen Mary, a princess of a neighboring country wed to him countless years ago as an agreement for establishing an alliance between two kingdoms. Much to her horror, Queen Mary was treat
The wind shrieked simultaneously with the wails of men. The field of war has once more opened for the brave, glory-driven men. A thousand heavy armored men stood in battle formation not far from a forest where a raging battle ensued, they watched patiently as their brethren fell against the dead and once again rose to join enemy ranks. At the forefront rode a man fully donned with armor, covering all parts of his body- he had his arms raised steadily, the soldiers expected for him to shout their charge, yet what came from him was. “Archers! Fire!” Accompanied by the blowing horn signaling the men in front to retreat. Reluctant the archers may be, orders were given and the soldiers must uphold unto it. A volley was released and the air was suddenly filled with arrows, striking both men and the dead alike. Soon the second order was conveyed and another volley was released, thoroughly clearing almost everyone exce
The wind shrieked simultaneously with the wails of men. The field of war has once more opened for the brave, glory-driven men. A thousand heavy armored men stood in battle formation not far from a forest where a raging battle ensued, they watched patiently as their brethren fell against the dead and once again rose to join enemy ranks. At the forefront rode a man fully donned with armor, covering all parts of his body- he had his arms raised steadily, the soldiers expected for him to shout their charge, yet what came from him was. “Archers! Fire!” Accompanied by the blowing horn signaling the men in front to retreat. Reluctant the archers may be, orders were given and the soldiers must uphold unto it. A volley was released and the air was suddenly filled with arrows, striking both men and the dead alike. Soon the second order was conveyed and another volley was released, thoroughly clearing almost everyone exce
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