- Ymir, the God of Fate (and other stuff) at the start of the Human Civil War in 3 MB
Arena, Cat Goddess of Discord and stuff
Temple of Dishonor
The Great Steppes
Tiph, 25th of Bylu, 396 MB
"Boring." Arena said as she wandered the halls of the Temple of Dishonor. "Lets see... what to do? Doodle in the Tome of Ymir? Already did that. That was fun. Though, never expected him to over react as he did. Oh, I know maybe I should wake Tha. That would be fun. But then again, Ro would just get even more angry at me..."
She sighed, never had she felt a feeling of boredom such as this.
"Maybe you can stop commenting on my boredom and give me something to do?" She said and looked up to the ceiling waiting for an answer that would not come, "Seriously, you created all this stuff and you can't even give me something to do. How boring. Even the name is boring. Age of Change. How uninspired where you when you made that. And how about my name. Arena. What did you do, just open up a random name generator and pick one at random. Sheesh, maybe put some more thought into things."
Arena was right of course, but that was not the point --
"Yeah yeah. I get it. I'm supposed to be bored, not giving some random guy behind a keyboard a hard time." She said, "You know if you had an idea for a story then maybe you can give me something to do? No. No story idea. Oh that's right, you wanted to give the people behind mortal characters the freedom to make there own story."
A smirk appeared on her face as an idea came to mind, "OH, I know what I'm going to do. This is going to be fun..." she said before leaving the scene and the narrator a little frightened.
Agnimukha Vasuman
Bayikoyunlu, Ra'shiq Sultanate
Ra'shiq Desert
Tiph, 25th of Bylu, 396 MB
"GET THAT HUMAN!!" One of the Ra'shiq guardsman shouted as a group of them chased a single human man through the streets of Bayikoyunlu. This man was Agnimukha Vasuman, son of Xephine, and a well pain in the rear of most Ra'shiq nobility. Now, why was Agnimukha being chased by angry guards, well, long story short, he may have pissed off a powerful Ra'shiq lord last night when he may or may not have ripped him off. Either way, Agnimukha had his hands quite full.
"How about you let this human go?" Agnimukha said and looked back at the guards before picking up the pace after an arrow whizzed past his ear. "NEVERMIND! It was just a suggestion!"
The chase continued on for a while, until Agnimukha made a few wrong turns, and almost tripping over a cat, he came to a dead end in a rather narrow alleyway. Upon literally running into the dead end, he began looking for an escape as he knew the guards were not far behind.
"No where to run now, human." A guard said as they rounded the corner into the alleyway. "No one makes a fool of our lord."
"Umm... I'm pretty sure that's not right." Agnimukha said as he watched the guards, and finally spotted his way out in the form of a small window, "Cause I'm pretty sure I managed. Anyways, I best get going. Farewell."
Before the guards could react, Agnimukha was diving through the window and into the building. He hit the ground inside the building with a roll before getting up and looking back at a guard who was now stuck in the small window and looking straight at Agnimukha. He simply smirked, gave a mock salute, and opened a door to wander further into the building.
Upon stepping through the door into the heart of the building, Agnimukha was greeted by the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Of course he didn't get to enjoy it for long before he was forced out of the front entrance of the building. He closed the door, with his back against the door just as the blade of a sword could be seen poking out from the inside just above Agnimukha's head.
"Whoa...." Agnimukha said and walked away from the door, trying to fix his clothes and hair, "That was... just wow."
With that Agnimukha faded into the vast masses at the Bayikoyunlu Bazaar.
Mor'dur the Giant
South of Ogun Dhed, Along the Nah River
The Great Steppes
Tiph, 25th of Bylu, 396 MB
There was shouting. A lot of shouting. That was all that could be heard if someone was to approach the warband that had made its camp along the Nah River. Why was there so much shouting coming from this specific warband's camp. Well, you could call it early morning entertainment. In fact, some over confident Orc from Qozoz Ghuz decided it was a good idea to challenge this specific warband's warlord to a duel. The foolish Orc thought he could stand up against the son of Zoysus, the mighty Mor'dur the Giant.
"FACE ME!" The unlucky challenger shouted as he stood in the centre of a makeshift ring surrounded by very excited Orc warriors. A single cat could be seen sitting on a nearby ledge. "Let's see this Mor'dur the Giant. How tough can he be?"
Through the crowd a single figured could be seen approaching, mainly due to the fact that it towered over the other Orcs, and that Orcs were making way for the figure. When the figure stepped in the ring, the challenger had suddenly seemed to be at a lost of words.
"Who dares to challenge Mor'dur?" Mor'dur said and lifted the Hammer of Zoysus over his shoulder. The hammer was a large weapon, and usually would need two hands to wield. However, Mor'dur was capable of holding it as if it was only a simple mace. The challenger stood there for a moment before pulling his axe out. "I, Ogruac, dare to."
Mor'dur looked down on the challenger and nodded, "Very well. Come at me."
The challenger shouted and charged at Mor'dur. The battle ended then and there. Before the challenger could get close enough to land a hit on Mor'dur, Mor'dur swung the Hammer of Zoysus and made a direct hit. All that was left of the challenger in the ring was his lower half.
"That was disappointing." Mor'dur said to himself before looking to his followers, "Mor'dur claims victory again!"
The warriors began shouting once again, to which Mor'dur simply raised an arm signaling for silence.
"Tonight, we feast. Tomorrow, we take Qozoz Ghuz"
The camp was once again a blaze with shouts from the warriors, excited for the opportunity of
battle. The warband would march to war.
Nahlonsikkendaar
In a forest East of Aerilon, Azemar Territory
Juskouria
Tiph, 25th of Bylu, 396 MB
It was quiet. Normally Nahlonsikkendaar would like that, but there was something eerie about this silence. Might have been the fact that a nearby village had reported strange sounds coming from the forest, or maybe it was the obvious lack of sound of any animal. Nahlonsikkendaar stood in a small clearing for a moment and focused on his surroundings.
Nothing. he thought as he reached for his bag, Not even a breeze. Therefore, either demonic creature or very powerful monster...
He pulled out a single stone from his bag and threw it into the air, "Koraavut." He spoke and the rune activated. He closed his eyes and focused. If there was anything that would point toward what was in the forest, he'd be able to feel it soon.
Umm... he thought, turned around and opened his eyes, Coming to me are you?
Nahlonsikkendaar reached for his blade, and pulled it just as a rather large Daemon jumped from the tree line. It was monkey like in shape and movement, with rather sharp claws that Nahlonsikkendaar had to jump back from. The Daemon began to circle him.
Single Daemon. Nahlonsikkendaar thought and started to circle the Daemon, This should be easy.
The Daemon came at Nahlonsikkendaar. Nahlonsikkendaar repelled the Daemons attack, and made a swing of his own. The Daemon jumped out of the way, and Nahlonsikkendaar reached
into his bag, and threw a rock at the Daemon.
"Gron." Nahlonsikkendaar said and the stone exploded into magic chains, which wrapped around the Daemon to hold it in place. The Daemon struggled as the Draken approached. He pulled out another stone and placed it on the Daemon's head. He brought his sword down on the stone a spoke a single word. "Fustir."
With that the Daemon disappeared with a scream and into a black mist. The chains disappeared and Nahlonsikkendaar sheathed his blade. He turned and took flight, leaving the forest, heading for Aerilon.