From head to toe, Keil's entire body was outfitted in plate armor with a platinum-like appearance, each section of the armor being exquisitely crafted to avoid restriction of movement by placing fully articulated armor sections in the necessary places.
The edges of the plates had a brilliant crimson color highlighting each plate of the armor, along with this detail, beautiful designs of undulating lines were engraved on each plate that ran through the entire armor.
Above his head was a heavy closed wasteland with visor and chin (section of armor that protects the mouth and chin) reminiscent of the one used by knights during the early 15th century, the wasteland visor was completely smooth, only having the eye holes.
On his hips was a belt from which hung two long swords, both were to the left of him and although their edges could not be seen due to their respective sheaths, their hilts were beautifully designed.
The first had a white Mikarta handle (a mat
Located on the south side of the valley is the entrance to the mine.In front of the entrance there are a series of cabins as well as a building a little larger than the rest, all these structures were made of wood and the wear and the passage of time was noticeable.The building that stood out was the communal hall, which was in the center of the small settlement.After a long and difficult day in the mine, in the afternoon the workers gathered in the communal hall to sing, drink, exchange stories and generally have a good time in a humble way.In total there were 8 workers at the Gelhorn mine.The mine was linked to the town of Gelhorn, a small human settlement located in a small valley in the gloomy mountains, south of the Duchy of Riverland.The town of Gelhorn, being a border town founded by pioneer peasants, does not have a local noble lord, but is considered under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Riverland who in turn designates a mayo
"Are you ... a cleric ...?" asked nervously one of the three miners who had not lost consciousness of him."Or maybe a priest?" another miner continued."Or maybe ..." the last miner started "a magician?"Before Zark delivered an answer, he looked around him, since he was rectifying that his spell had healed the fallen miners.Watching the other miners slowly get up, he realized that they were the same or even more confused than the three miners who remained standing.In his mind, he wanted to respond by saying "I am Zark and I am a Warlock" but decided against it, as DM recalled that in the worlds of magic and fantasy Warlocks do not have a pleasant reputation, since they are generally viewed in an unfavorable light.For that reason he decided not to, instead he looked at the miners and replied "They are only a humble Spellcaster" that answer was not completely true but it was not an absolute lie, since he decided to hide what type of Spell
After a short period of walking, the group saw what looks like a farm, it was made up of two buildings.The first looked like a barn made of old weathered wood, while the second looked like a large family house which was in an equally precarious state as the barn.At the bottom, approximately 100 meters away, was a river whose water flowed slowly; On one of the banks of the river was an old dilapidated structure made of wood, which somehow resembled an old and dilapidated port.As Zark watched the growing wheat fields, he felt something on his back move uncomfortably.Turning his head, he found that Ingrid, who was on his back, was moving.Noticing her gaze, Ingrid said "Please put me down""Are you sure?" Zark asked questioningly in his deep voice, although he seemed kind of perverted, there was actually no malice in his actions.With her face flushed, Ingrid looked in another direction so as not to make direct contact with Zark's ey
The Wern Family listen carefully to the story about the undead who attacked the mine.Given the silence of the environment, it was easy to hear the throats gulping with concern."That's terrible" Emrich said with an anguished and gloomy expression "But if we go to Gelhofen, what will happen to the farm?""Ingrid, explain to them" were Zark's only words, as she was the expert in Necromancy, she would surely be able to give a convincing answer."Yes," she said after taking a spoonful of tasteless oatmeal, "if the undead are not being commanded directly, chances are high they will simply ignore the farm.""How are you sure?" asked Hugo, Emrich's brother "the church has told us that the undead are creatures without minds"Before answering, Ingrid took a new spoonful of the disgusting oatmeal “although your reasoning is valid for the simple undead like Zombies and Skeletons; beings like the Lich, the vampires and the mummies are something t
While Zark was talking quietly with his grandfather, he had a bad feeling as a chill ran down his spine at the same time that he heard in his ear the whisper of a voice from a young woman who said "help him" was not the only word, but was the only one I could discern. Unintentionally he used "[Detect Undead]" and immediately became aware of the current situation. "Surrounded" were Zark's only words followed by "Keil, the door." Following her orders, she opened the door as Zark dispersed the [silence] spell. Once the room recovered the sound from outside, she shook them with the screams of Myriam and Cassandra. Looking at the scene she saw that Emrich had been pierced by a thick spear, at the same time she noticed that Nyos had his weapon in hand along with a fighting stance ready to defend the girls. Zark's subconscious said "Up" although he couldn't confirm it, something told him that something terrible was happening upstairs.
"Back off" were Nyos's words as he, along with Myriam and Cassandra, took a few steps back.Thanks to the [Heart of Leon] spell used by his lord on the girls, they were able to partially control his emotions.But looking at them sideways, Nyos could see that although they were relatively calm, his gazes were from someone whose spirit was broken.The death of a relative was surely painful, in one way or another, Nyos could feel empathy for these girls.Among the generals, Nyos was the only Humanoid, this gave him a point of view that he alone could feel.Although if he was compared to an average dark elf, Nyos was far superior to that as he belonged to the noble dark elf race (a superior version of the average elf), and although he possessed superior capabilities, he still possessed the limitations of being a Humanoid.That, being a Humanoid, gave him the opportunity to see things in a different way.Keil saw the humanoids as a hindran
Her skin, which was that of a young girl approximately 13 or 14 years old, in a short time partially changed to shiny silver scales, mostly these scales covered specific parts of the body. The outer part of her fragile arms partially got a scaly coating, while the inner part of her retained her human appearance. Her delicate hands turned into dangerous dragon claws as sharp as razors. Her legs were horribly deformed as they changed from being Plantigrades (legs that support the entire sole of the foot when walking) to Digitigrades (legs that only put the toes on the ground). From the tips of her fingers to her knees, her skin got a reptilian appearance along with a coating of silver scales. Connected to her knees, the scaly covering also partially covered her thighs, the only section not covered by scales being the pelvis. From the bottom of her spine, right at her coccyx, a fine and delicate scaly reptilian tail emerged, which althoug
The wood clicked and he saw both the rude brat and his silly grandson come down the stairs. But the nasty brat looked different. "Lizard girl" Those words of Grandpa Gunther were more for himself than for other people, but it seemed that the powerful wicth who was next to him had heard them since he spoke. "Dragon" Gunther I don't need any more words. Unlike his children and grandchildren, Gunther was no fool. Staring at the brat, she was truly impressive, he had never imagined that dragons were capable of assuming human form. Her horns, eyes, claws, tail and especially her silver scales revealed that she was not a normal lizard. If Gunther were a simple peasant, he would be terrified, perhaps even staining his pants. But Gunther was not like the vast major
The Damenburg castle was a almost impregnable defensive structure. Able to support a siege for years due to the large amount of resources and supplies that were inside.If any intruder was able to infiltrate, it would meet many unpleasant surprises. As the Metroidvania construction of the castle caused its route partially labyrinthic and convoluted.Some areas of the castle were fully blocked and removable if certain items that worked as a key was not possessed.The location of the castle was a total mystery, because it was inside a valley between mountains and in the center of a forest with a deep fog.If the location of the castle was discovered, any unwanted guest would find many dangers designed to eradicate them.The first danger that any invader would face would be a dark forest with a fog so dense and deep that blocked solar light almost in its entirety. Unable to see, the invaders would be lost inside during hours, and even days. Well, the
After nonchalantly walking to the front of the assailant group, Isabell looked around.“Everyone, thank you for gathering in this place for me. Oh yeah, who is your leader? Could we negotiate for a moment? "Seeing that the bandits looked at one of their own, Isabell got the information she wanted. Which meant that with the exception of this man, the others were more than cockroaches. Blood tastes better if it comes from someone strong."What ... what do you want to negotiate?"After seeing the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen, the man who seemed to be her leader finally regained his composure and advanced towards her."Ahh, forgive me. The negotiation was just a joke to get the information she wanted. Forgive me."A few men looked confused, and in search of answers they began to look at each other, but among these men ...
A carriage was speeding away from the walled city.Four strong horses pulled a carriage that was large enough to carry six passengers.The surrounding area was unexpectedly illuminated by a bright moon hanging in the sky… But still, it was foolish to travel in haste on a night like this. Putting up lights, making camp and standing guard would be a wiser decision.To say that the night was a world in which humans were not in control would not be enough. To put it more clearly, the places where the light did not reach did not belong to humans. Countless animals and monsters lurked at night, many of which could see through the darkness and attack humans.On a dangerous night like this, the passengers only felt a slight vibration as the carriage moved down the road.This small vibration was not due to the carriage having excellent suspension, but rather because the carriage wa
Donn started running toward the lower part of town. The city of Riverheim was built at the junction of two rivers, whose flow merged into a new great river which extended from Riverland to the west coast of the Kingdom of Lothal, in Sealand.Due to the conflagration of the Y-shaped river, the city of Riverheim was divided into three main sectors; to the north was the commercial sector, where most of the artisans and middle-class bourgeois population were found; To the south was the Aristocratic Sector, although it had such a pompous name, in reality there were also the headquarters of the guilds, the cathedral of the quartet and the central church in the Duchy of Riverland of the Six Gods, although separated from the public and only available to a few, was the Villa Noble that covered the entire western area of the sector; To the East the popular sector was located, ignoring the beautiful name, that was the place where the poor neighborhoods were, that being t
Azrael looked around the luxurious room. Of course, if one were to compare this room with the rooms in Damenburg Castle, then it could be said that this room did not have any charm.Sure, that wasn't something surprising since he had simply chosen the wrong object to compare. It was like comparing iron to platinum.But even if platinum was higher in price, iron had another kind of utility.Azrael focused his gaze on the corner of the room and found that the luggage was already ready and assembled. They could leave immediately if they wanted to. Since Azrael hadn't prepared it, Isabell must have made it herself when she had left the restaurant."You should have let me pack the luggage."“What are you saying Azrael? Did you want to check my underwear? You are a perverted angel "The young woman straightened her body and shook her head. She was Isabell Dra
The operation was progressing smoothly, although the details of the mission were vague, the objectives were clear; collect information about the human nation called Kingdom of Lothal.As Azrael thought about the direction of the operation, he noticed a man walking towards him."Having to leave at this time must be a difficult decision for you ..."The man who spoke to Azrael was in his forties and fifties, clean-shaven and with black hair streaked with white streaks. Perhaps due to his age and his extravagant eating habits, he had a large belly.He was tastefully dressed, his elegant clothes spoke of a man of a high position."Are you Mr. Bryman?"Azrael nodded slightly as he greeted him, but the man was quick to stop such a gesture."Ah, you don't need to be so polite."His name was Thomas Bryman and he was a fairly
"Is this how your parents met?" asked a handsome man with night-black hair and deep eyes brimming with charisma."Romantic. Don't you think? " were the words of a charming girl whose beauty would amaze anyone who witnessed her, her silver hair was combed in such a way that she had a fringe that covered her left eye; her slim body and abnormally pale skin gave him a fragile appearance."I suppose ... he has the charm of him" said the handsome man, who wore an elegant long-sleeved black raincoat over a black leather jerkin which fitted perfectly to his torso; Gala pants along with refined black shoes finished making up his outfit."Right?" were the words spoken by the charming girl, who was wearing a beautiful black dress with red details; Her dress had a prominent victory style, so on her torso she had a tight corset which highlighted her feminine curves."Moving on to a less ... peculiar topic" began
"I offer you my humble respects, Earl Drake." The man's accent was particularly strong; it was obvious that he was a foreigner. Imperial, perhaps, or farther west, Leom thought, trying to place it. "And you, fair lady," he added as he turned to Shandri, "you are lovely. A beautiful rose between these two withered thorns. "The woman's face lit up at the simple compliment. A lopsided smile crept to her lips and she bowed gracefully without taking her gaze from the man's eyes. And what eyes did she have! They were of animal intensity, loaded with nameless appetites. She was swallowed up by that gaze and willingly surrendered to the sensation.The man had power and was not averse to exploiting it. A slow predatory smile appeared on her face.Shandri felt a force draw her toward the newcomer. It was a subtle but compelling sensation. She took a step toward him."Stop staring at him, woman, he's very unse
Shandri sat on the edge of the old man's bed and wiped the blood-streaked saliva off his chin, then turned her attention to his uncle. He had known him all his life. In other times he had kissed the ground where he walked, but with age he came to understand that man was a worm. "And I suppose I have no say in the matter." Leom studied his niece for an awkward moment as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She was beautiful in her own way, with fair skin and fine bones. The combination of her gave him a charming air of delicacy, although in reality the young woman she possessed the bad temper of the Drake family and she could be as devious as a weasel if she wished. “Not in the least, I'm afraid, my dear. I wish it were otherwise, but I'm not the one who made the law. By accident of birth ... you turned out to be ... female. With no male children, your father's line ends and mine begins as the oldest