In the beginning, there was nothing but darkness. An unrelenting void of black that engulfs the whole universe. However, in this void, fiant glimers of light started to manifest. In time, these lights didn't just become brighter, they gained a life of their own.   Ten lights in total brought life to the never ending void. these lights will forever be known as the Ten Gods of creation. The Gods brought about the creation of the stars, immense balls of burning gas that lights up these entities' path as they play with one another.   These Gods then decided to create life within the void, making more friends for them to play along with. Once settled, they made a home for the lifeforms they will make in the form of a planet, a ball made up of things they have thought up of that the creatures they will be making will need to survive, since the Gods can't give these new

After a long, yet comfortable jurney, Ive finally reached my destanation, the trade city of Carcasa. My plan for locating the monk that came from the Obsidian Castle is to Start asking the people near the city gates if they've seen anyone with the same description. To my surprise, however, the docks were full of injured people. Peeking my interest, I approched one of the doctors treating an injured man. I asked him what happened for so many injured people to find their way up here in the docks. The doctor said that these injured people are all bandits that were locked in deadly combat with the very person I've traveled all the way here to meet. From what the doctor gathered, there are over four hundred bandits currently located within this city. They came from three separate gangs that decided to form a temporary alliance to take down the monk, now dubded with the monicker the Blade Wielder. The doct

I've just witnessed an unbelievable fight between the man known as the Blade Wielder, and the three formidable leaders of the most powerful bandit gnags across all the kingdoms. An yet, as I look at the now one armed Blade Wielder clutch one of the legendary blades, an overwhelming fear envelopes me. It's clear from everyone elses reaction, however, that I am not the only one that feels it. Soon enough, I bore witness to the true power the ancient blades possess. The skies suddenly gathered dark clouds that threatens to swallow the whole city in to darkness. Yet, the most frightening occurence is that of the transformation the Blade Wielder is under going. Upon grabing the pale blade, the Blade Wielder's already tattered clothes was completely torn off of him by unseen forces. As his bare torso begane to turn from his regular slightly tan complexion to a more greyesh bone like color, I gasped from seeing the more gruesome changes happening on his face.&n

The mother and sons are safe and sound. We managed to tie up the bandits using the ropes the traveling family have. The Blade Wielder made sure that the said bandits doesn't have anything to cut the ropes with by stripping them naked. He then hog tied them together so they can't bite each other's ropes. I found this act a tab overboard. The family had a signal flares that we used to signal authorities of our location and capture the bandits. While we wait, the family invited us for dinner as thanks for saving them. As it was getting dark, I took their offer. The Blade Wielder didn't wish to participate on the other hand, but the children grabbed him by the robes, looked him in the eyes, and in unison asked the Blade Wielder "Pleas stay, sir." I thought at first that he would still leave, but for some reason the Blade Wielder decided to stay until the authorities get there. As the night starts to blanket the skies, the fa

In the beginning, there was nothing but darkness. An unrelenting void of black that engulfs the whole universe. However, in this void, a part of said darkness suddenly started to become sentient. The living darkness spent unknown amount of time viewing nothing but back, a master of nothingness, and loneliness.   The being of darkness does not know how he came to being, all it knows is that it doesn't wish to be alone anymore. It's sadness and isolation made the dark being wished for companions that will quench his lone existence.   For what may have been millennias, the dark being wished and wished for this never ending loneliness to end and for anything to give him reprieve. Then, on a wishfull instance, the being feels a power within it. It can sense a change from inside of it, and the ability to make it's wishes come to life.   As the being concentrated, it thought of what it truely longed for, what it truely needed.