What is about these two cubs Rena?
I’ve asked around the village about mounts, but none is available in the short term. Some suggested that I ask the tamer, after doing some menial chores for the tamer, he gave me these two cubs. He also teaches me how to raise the cubs into wolves and later into silver moonwolves if we are lucky?
I see, but i have better ideas, just wait till we are out of the village first, and buy some harnesses and saddles too for the wolves…
Oh, I almost forgot, here are some coins, you might find this familiar. Rena then handed him some coins.
This… where did you get these coins?
Well, after Kandr
The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account? * * * When Klauss was connected to Dystopia Star Online, the first sound that reached his ears was a feminine voice. He looked around to see who had spoken to him, but there was no one else; He was floating and swimming with the stars within the universe. Then he realized that he was in the middle of the activation process of a new account. “Yes!” — Select the name of your avatar— “Klauss” — Select your gender from male, female or neutral— “Male!” — Select your sexual preferences from Straight, Lesbian, Gay, or +(PLUS - refers to any other sexual preferences besides those mentioned before) — “Straight!” — Dystopia Star has thirty-six races. You may select your race freely, but remember, you need to learn other languages if you choose 5 Main Race — “Sylvari, Draugr, Mechari, Terris, Human” “Human!” You may alter your appearance— “Adjust the height one f
Rick arrived at an unknown place. Unfamiliar ceiling, something around her neck. He moved and there was a clink of chains as he realized his wrists and feet were manacled. His body was under a soft, thin sheet in a room.Sitting up was awkward in the manacles, his leg irons connected to his wrist irons by a length of chain. His eyes were crusty and blurred. He probed the thing around his neck with fingers. A thick metal band, padded just enough to not strangle her neck, but not enough to be comfortable. It felt enervating to the touch as if it was restricting him, somehow.“Slave suppression collar,” a male voice said. It was heavy, casual, and friendly, which seemed sinister in the circumstances. He rubbed his eyes and looked around.Where am I? what
In the morning, Klauss tossed the coin into the wishing well and got a notification. “Ding... Congratulation to player Klauss for being the first one to toss a Seal Coin into the wishing well” “Gained Basic Armor set” “Gained Wood Sword” Yeah! Thank you Aiden, I got a basic armor set and a weapon from the wishing well Good for you, at least now you can have some defense and didn’t instantly die ______________________________ Name: Klauss Level: 1 Race: Human Affiliated: - Faction: Not Registered Patron God: - Job: - Active skill: - Passive skill: - Equipment : Headband : Armor: Basic Armor Gloves: Basic Gloves Boots: Basic boots Cloak : Rings : Necklace: Slave collars Earrings : Weapon: Wood Sword Constellation: - __________________________________ Since you got a weapon now.. what do you want to be? “I don’t know… usually I played as a fighter, but I also wanted to be able to dual-wield weapons, using a spear is also another dream of mine… Hmm.. we
Sreeeek……sreeeeek….. duuum…. duuuum…..the voice slowly entrancing towards Aiden and Rena across the woods.Rena once again awakens and informs Aiden.Dad, something strange is happening… The woods are so silent but also afraid…Aiden quickly washed his face with the water from the well and turned off the firepit with the water.Rena, it seems that we have to hide… something that is attracted to this place, my guts told me so…Okay… let’s split up in the trees and maintain eye contact on this spot.15 minutes later… Groooaaar….. A Giant Satyr with a Fork as a weapon arrived and looked at the firepit.Aiden was totally surprised by the size of the satyr as it is so big and tall, it was around 10 meters tall.“Hmm… the guardian of Whimsical Woods? Aiden frowned as he inspected the Satyr.“Dad, it is the guardian of the woods, what should we do about it?While Aiden is thinking about the situation, a white light particle emerges and combines into a person...“Dammit, why did Klauss spaw
In the Giant's laboratory… 4 Millennias before Aiden returned…Vrikmir came to the front of Dearus with a smile, waved the two chains loosened him, and the body of Dearus fell back to the ground. Erlith held her hand and did not let him fall to the ground.In the arms of Erlith, Dearus felt the breath of Vrikmir and lost control. He kissed Vrikmir indiscriminately. Erlith reached out and sealed the six desires, and he returned to normal.It seems that our test and trials for the gods are a success… Erlith laughing… Vrikmir just looks at his wife and sighs… we should not oppose the gods…What? scared now seeing how you can manipulate one of the strong gods with your potion?However, now that the god has returned to normal, it is still clinging to Vrikmir or is not willing to let go, as if he has magical power.However, although Dearus was staring at Vrikmir, he said with anger when his consciousness returned. "You bastard, using such a sloppy means that others will surrender to you,
On the green grass, Klauss put his body to rest as his chest was heaving up and down… ‘Actually, what happened before? Why did when I spawned, that giant monster is chasing us like a madman like that? it gives me goosebumps up close…’ Klauss speaks as he draws his breath. ‘How the fuck did we know… when we are sleeping, it came neared and wakes me up... I wake up dad and as we hide, that creature is insanely strong… that is the reason why we are running in the first place… How strong actually? It is the guardian of the forest, and the highest level of mobs we encounter is around level 25, so it means that satyr is at level 35… Aiden explained… No, the level is 34, I checked it… but the main trouble is not the level… it’s the skill, that territorial rain sucks up our stamina slowly without prior knowledge, you just gonna die due to exhaustion fighting that satyr, because mostly forest guardians have insane regeneration ability… Yep, that is true… unless our DPS can outweigh the
"I heard that a hunter with a child appeared in Atombe village, a noble Sylvari and his daughter. That was a huge asset." The news began to spread in Akheron, and the more it spread, the more it began to exaggerate…There are mercenary organizations in Akheron City. These organizations are usually regular mercenaries, but sometimes they also make guest appearances to the thief regiment to do some cost-effective business. These mercenary regiments also receive this news, but most of the mercenaries, when the soldier heard about the hunter, dismissed his thoughts. Some were unable to compete with the hunter, and some were afraid to attack the aristocratic convoy, but there were always some daring guys who did nothing except attacking the aristocracy with gold coins."Sir, a hunter with a sylvari and a little wolf, and a lot of belongings appeared in Atombe Village." Senior Hummel, the boss of the mad wolves mercenary regiment in Atombe Village, received the news."A sylvari is worth te
“Brother, it’s cold….”Sit here, closer to me, Anna. Hector and Silas can sit together…“Orym, I am hungry….”“Me too, Diana. But don’t say it out loud… let’s just fill our stomachs with water for tonight, tomorrow I will try to find something to eat…. please, don’t say you are hungry in front of others, I didn’t want them to hear about it…”“How about we try to search each house again tomorrow, maybe we can still find some food around…”“We will do that tomorrow Diana, Right now… let's hold on for the night… ““Orym, how many days since our parents have been taken by those mecharies and draugr?”“It's been one cycle and a half-moon.“Should we keep the others here?”It’s okay… we can manage something later…”“I believe you Orym… without you, we might already be dead…”Don’t say bad omen, Diana? I didn’t want Anna, Hector, or Silas to know about bad things…“Come closer to me Diana, let me feel your body…“Okay, Orym… let me hug you and sleep…Another hour passed and the morning came…
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