In the morning, Aiden called all the members that is going to Stormhaven port with him...Everyone came prepared in front of the Airstation and bid a short farewell.For those who stay, Aiden commanded Elidyr as the one in charge together with Ashton and the Dragonkin to safeguard the city, he also asked the beastkin to train with the soldiers together with the Shapeshifters. Except for Orym, the kids stay with Elidyr as he has prepared some training sessions for them to improve their battle sense.Diana, Herman, and Dustin talk to Orym before getting into the Airplane.Come back in one piece mate...Aiden, Rena,Klauss, Orym, Sorisana, Vinzel, Azkia, Haru and Vista then boarded the Airplane. It was a joyous moment for Klauss and Orym who are experiencing the first time on an Airplane, Orym because it was his first time in his life, Klauss because it was also his first time traveling in sylgarth by plane.Rena takes them t
It was horrible... Fire, Water, Ice, Lightning, and many more magic skills are thrown from one side to another... Aiden can see that the war is entering the climax... A tense position held within the central area, as each murmur of agony and screams of pain echoes around only served to jab at the nerves of each who stood within their respective sides. Weakened Draugr Armies plagued with an unknown disease and a great number of Beastkin and Dragonkin alike, opposed with bated breath as each awaited the other's move. Around them, in another part... people are arson and killing the survivors who tried to run away from the city... It was chaos... The last stand of Disbiose city commenced as a war horn was blown thrice and the Draugrs with their weak body stood firm like a warrior facing their greatest enemies... The killing intent even penetrates the sky as Orym became suffocates. Azkia rope him close to her and shielded him. Orym was kneeling on the dock, trying hard to breathe a
The wind blows as Aiden stands on the hill watching down as he remembers... The first time I returned to this continent... he speaks... I and Rena were running from something very terrifying... we run and jumped down to a structure like that one... And we found a dungeon in there... Is that the one you came out from, Ogmore? Aiden asked as Ogmore nodded back at him... Ogmore Dunheim was rescued and interrogated by Eclipse Clan when he came to their camps full of blood and in a dire situation... Azkia, with permission from Aiden, then healed him and after one day, he wakes up and is questioned by the others like a bullet. It was his first time meeting the shapeshifters, Dragonkin and Beastkin. Yes, that one is a catacomb, or most common adventurer called it necropolis... It spans as large as a city can be... If you came from Fair Wind City... maybe it is four times as large. So it's the same as Fair Wind City now... No... it is four times larger... How many days have you bee
Aiden... no... no.... it means... your age... 7 Millennia? no way... Ogmore stammered as he walks backward slowly... When the shapeshifters and beastkin listened they are stunned at Aiden's age... Dragonkin was not surprised because it is the same as their normal age, except currently Azkia is just reached 1 millennium... Aiden just smiles away since he knows the reason why he can have that age is that he was transported to Titanoire and that changes his destiny in Sylgarth, but his age in Sylgarth is around 700 years so he was still a bit older than Vinzel but Elidyr is older since he is around 950 years... Meanwhile, Ogmore is like 200 Years old based on Mechari age... Ogmore is just a baby just the same as Orym and the youngsters in the eyes of Aiden and Elidyr... All those stories... is real? Ogmore asked. Well, I don't know what stories you know so I can't tell but I believe some are exaggerated to a certain extent... Aiden replies as he turned around and moved. As Aiden w
In the Lord's Mansion, Four days later... Alfred the Butler Golem of Stormhaven Port is welcoming all the nobles that reside in Stormhaven Port. the old and dusty building is no longer the same as it was four days ago... Aiden and his entourage are residing in the Lord's Mansion as no one denies him after the magical experience and realization that the Lord of Stormhaven is alive. In the yard, the young blood of Stormhaven is having a hearty meal with Rena and Orym as the host. but in the Main Hall, Aiden and Vinzel are entertaining the nobles... as the banquet started, all the nobles greets Aiden... Welcome home, Lord of Stormhaven... We are honored in your presence... let us raise our glasses and salute the Lord. A noble tried to bootlick Aiden out of nowhere... That is when Alfred, the Golem Butler cut him... City Rules of the Wartime, No Nobles should drink any wine during War Preparation time, all who failed to remember these rules are punished by on-the-spot execution.
Meanwhile... Far away from Stormhaven Port... Over and over again, for the past three hours, the Draugr had been raining hell over the village surrounding Rivergarde Capitol.-“Centurion!” –called out Hagar, to one of his soldiers- “Adjust the batteries for the maximum range! I want that garrison taken before dawn!”-“Yes, Warmonger! Maximum range!”He who spoke so firmly and confidently was Hagar. General Hagar Zu Fretui, as known and feared by the realm of Sylgarth since he attained power in the Draugr government six months ago. ‘Great leader’ for some, ‘tyrant’ for some others, and a dangerous menace’ for those in charge of cities such as Levalimar and Stormhaven Port. And they were all correct. Hagar had acquired power after overthrowing the Great Council, stating that their ritual ways of “communion with all beings” were weak and old-fashioned, and made the Draugr look soft to the eyes of the great Brosk. But, in turn, he could not have done that alone, so the fact of the gaine
Gronkka shared his thoughts:-“I have. It’s an… old legend… about an eastern mountain that hides the treasures of the Gods… What does it have to do with all this? Are you saying the Humans could be able to get there and reach the legendary treasure? Is that what your plan is about? Getting there first?” –Gronkka was now caught in the topic again. Hagar could now play his card.-“I do not intend to get there. I intend to return. And this time, to get out with a little more…” –And saying that, he took the small nugget out of his pocket and turned around, placing it on the table, and finally directing his sight to Gronkka again. Gronkka’s eyes were wide open. He rushed back to the table and grabbed the nugget in excitement and bit the chunk between his very tusk himself.-“Great Brosk’s horns!! It’s pure mithril! Where did you get it!?”Hagar was expecting the question from the beginning, so he let the old man know:-“I was returning from the city of Malmore, and decided to take the Nort
The Council was formed by the chiefs of all the tribes living in the Draugr Nation: Atuba, Grimagog, Hatar, Hespaga, Dudalora, Krogar, Gandir, and Fretui -Disbiose. Gronkka was present, now an official member of the Council, as a member of the Dudalora. That is when they learned that Grekakwi was slain by a female halfling whom he tried to enslave.They were all politely exposing their points of view, but the situation went slightly over the top. If the case had been treated some 300 years earlier, the final verdict would have been the decision to sound the war drums, and punish the offenders. But now, the Draugr had acquired the Human way of government, and they were going to settle their differences with the Mecharies according to Human law.-“Commander Hagar, it was your people who found the forbidden goods. Yours is the right to present your vision of the facts at hand” –said Rek’zaii, and sat at his place. Hagar then stood up:-“Great Flame Lords! Council Elders! As you may know,
As Azkia's determination burned within her, she made a bold decision to confront Gilgash head-on, disregarding the overwhelming odds stacked against her. With every ounce of strength and resilience, she charged towards the Orc Lord, her eyes fixed on his enraged visage. Azkia's mind is running at full speed thinking... As I fought on, my thoughts raced amidst the chaos of battle. The toll of the prolonged and intense clash with Gilgash was becoming evident in my weary body. Fatigue crept in, slowing my movements and dulling my reflexes. I could feel the weight of exhaustion settling upon me, threatening to sap my strength. But I refused to let weariness overcome me. I had a duty to protect Stormhaven Port, and I would not allow fatigue to cloud my judgment or weaken my resolve. I reminded myself of the lives depending on me, the city relying on my unwavering determination. Each labored breath served as a reminder of the importance of the task at hand. I acknowledged the reality of
The battlefield crackled with tension as Azkia faced off against Gilgash, their gazes locked in a fierce struggle. The air grew heavy with anticipation, both combatants fully aware that this was the defining moment of their clash. Azkia's eyes shimmered with determination as she tapped into the depths of her power. A surge of energy coursed through her veins, and her body glowed with an ethereal light. She raised her arms toward the heavens, calling upon the celestial forces that governed the universe. Above them, the night sky seemed to respond. Stars blazed brighter, their light intensifying until it filled the atmosphere. A cascade of twinkling luminescence rained down upon the battlefield, bathing the area in a mystical glow. It was the manifestation of Azkia's Nature Stargazer ability—the legendary rain of stars. Gilgash, initially taken aback by this display of power, recovered quickly, his determination undeterred. With a bellowing roar, he charged toward Azkia, swinging his
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Azkia locked eyes with Gilgash, a sly smile curling at the corner of her lips. She let out a mocking chuckle, her body language displaying a hint of cheekiness and wit."You call yourself an orc lord?" Azkia taunted, her voice carrying above the din of battle. "Yet here you stand, too afraid to defend your honor and tarnish the traditions of our ancestors."Gilgash's face contorted with anger and disgust at Azkia's words, his body language betraying his fury. "You know nothing of our traditions, human," he retorted, his voice venomous. "Your feeble attempts at mockery will not save you from the inevitable."Azkia's smile widened, her body language exuding confidence as she continued to goad Gilgash. "Oh, I know more than you think," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I know that real orc warriors don't cower behind their armies. They face their enemies head-on, defending their honor with every ounce of their being.
In the dimly lit infirmary of Stormhaven Port, Sorisana knelt beside a wounded soldier, her gentle hands meticulously tending to his injuries. Aera stood nearby, a solemn expression etched across her face, her eyes reflecting the weight of the ongoing battle outside the walls.As the sounds of distant clashes and the echoes of war reached their ears, Aera turned to Sorisana, her voice tinged with sadness and weariness. "It seems the city is being tested to its limits," she sighed, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "These brave warriors fighting for their home deserve our utmost admiration."Sorisana glanced up from her task, her gaze meeting Aera's, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Indeed," she replied softly, her voice carrying a melancholic undertone. "The suffering and sacrifice that accompany war are heavy burdens to bear. It pains me to see so many lives torn asunder by this relentless conflict."As they spoke, a sudd
Under the cover of darkness, a group of warriors gathered at a secluded spot within the city, their faces etched with determination and their eyes gleaming with the fiery resolve of their mission. Led by Azkia, they huddled together, their voices hushed yet filled with purpose.Azkia, her gaze fierce and commanding, addressed her fellow warriors. "Our objective is clear. We must sever the orc supply line and leave them starving and desperate. The destruction of their provisions will weaken their resolve and give us the upper hand."The warriors nodded in agreement, their anticipation palpable in the air. They began to strategize, pointing at various points on a map, and discussing the best locations to strike and set ablaze."We should target the main supply depot," suggested one warrior, his voice brimming with confidence. "Burning it down will create chaos and panic among the orc ranks."Another warrior chimed in, "We should also focus on cutting off th
Gilgash, the mighty Orc Lord, stood before the war council, his eyes ablaze with the fire of conquest. He surveyed the ongoing assault on Stormhaven Port with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. The council members, adorned in battle-worn armor, gathered around him, eager to hear their leader's next plan."Warriors of the Horde," Gilgash boomed, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Our assault on Stormhaven Port has brought the walls to their knees, but victory still eludes us. The defenders have proven to be stubborn and resourceful, but we shall not be deterred. We will press our advantage and crush their resistance!"A hushed murmur spread through the council as they exchanged glances, fueled by their leader's fierce determination. Gilgash continued, his words echoing with unwavering confidence."Our catapults have weakened their defenses, but we must be cautious. Stormhaven Port is no ordinary city. They have warriors of great skill and resil
The siege began with a cacophony of war cries, the thundering of hooves, and the deafening clash of metal against metal. The orcs surged forward, a relentless wave crashing upon the city's defenses. Their ranks seemed endless, their determination unyielding.Catapults hurled massive boulders and fiery projectiles, crashing into the walls with bone-shaking force. The stone fortifications trembled under the assault, cracks spiderwebbing across the surface. Yet, the defenders of Stormhaven Port stood firm, their resolve unbroken.From the ramparts, archers unleashed a volley of arrows, creating a lethal rain that found its mark among the orc ranks. Swords clashed, spears thrust, and shields held strong as the defenders fought valiantly to repel the invaders.The clash of steel reverberated through the streets, echoing with the cries of warriors and the screams of the dying. The air was thick with the acrid scent of blood and smoke, each breath a reminder of the grim reality that envelope
The grand hall of the Orc Lord Gilgash's stronghold resonated with the echoes of heavy footsteps as Angkor and Scortan entered, their armor clinking with each stride. The room was dimly lit, save for the flickering torches that cast dancing shadows upon the stone walls.Gilgash, a towering figure with bulging muscles and a battle-scarred face, sat upon a throne adorned with the bones of defeated enemies. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he regarded the two orc commanders approaching him."Angkor, Scortan," Gilgash boomed, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Report. What did you uncover about Stormhaven Port?"Angkor stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "My Lord, we launched our initial probe as planned. Stormhaven Port's defenses proved to be formidable. The defenders fought with unmatched skill and resilience. Their archers rained arrows upon us, and their warriors stood strong in the face of our assault."Scortan, standing beside Ang
Angkor and Scortan crouched behind a dense thicket, their eyes fixed upon the towering walls of Stormhaven Port City in the distance. The air crackled with anticipation as they discussed their plans for the impending invasion. Angkor, a burly Orc with a scarred face and a twisted tusk, spoke with a low, gravelly voice."Scortan, this city is ripe for the taking," Angkor growled, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and greed. "The humans have grown complacent, and their defenses weakened. It's our chance to claim this place as our own."Scortan, a wiry Orc with sharp features and keen eyes, nodded in agreement, his lips curling into a sinister grin. "Aye, Angkor, their defenses are a shadow of what they once were. We've scouted their patrols, learned their weaknesses. The time to strike is now."Angkor's hands clenched into tight fists as he stared at the city gates. "Once Stormhaven Port falls, the surrounding lands will be ours for the taking. Riches, plunder, and the spoils of