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,
A few days passed in Stormhaven, and something unimaginable was awakened yesterday... All the inborn of Stormhaven got a trait that they never expected to receive... ------------------------------------- State-Trait (Specific) Ironborn: All inborn Inhabitants of Stormhaven are born with this trait, This is Innate Trait exclusive only to those who pledge loyalty to Stormhaven Port and helped its growth in every situation. This trait is hereditary. This trait can be passed only to those who pledge loyalty and bring growth in Stormhaven Port but it takes great measure to achieve it. Ironborn: Wis +10, Dex +10, Luc +5, Str +15, Con +10, Int + 5 Requirements: Active Trait that only awakened at war and became a Passive Trait afterward ------------------------------------- Aiden sit still in his chamber while this Trait was introduced to him. He contemplates activating this trait or not for now... as his decision can not be reversed. Even though he has his promised war with the Gian
Aera lay her eyes on the masses of Stormhaven Port city which gathers around in battle formations. After painstakingly defending the city for several months already, they finally awaken the inborn talent of Stormhaven Port residents.Stevan was shouting nonstop teaching the younger children about military battle formations on another corner left of her. She looks at the small windows in front of her and muttered..."I have a home..." as her tears flow silently...In her life, she was a wandering person, together with her cousin they have traveled far and wide across Sylgarth. it is either for survival or for trading, all for the sake to have a place called home... she never ever thinks that her attempt to defend the invasion of Stormhaven Port makes her get recognition from the gods and get the inborn talent.Stevan came to her and speaks... "What's wrong?""Home" she replied softly... which makes Stevan open his interface and saw different inborn talent... at his interface, there is
The great iron doors of the ancient cathedral opened with the slow, malevolent movements of an approaching thunderstorm. The five soldiers of the Levalimar strode into the grim chamber with confidence and determination. Faith in Belial held their minds at ease in the presence of the unspeakable, palpable evil within the darkened sanctuary. Long ago, the cathedral had been a place of worship of Allyse but now it became the ground of heretic worshiper Belial. It stood as a triumph of the Levalimar’s architecture, reaching towards the heavens with a pinnacle of gleaming marble. Alas, it had long ago fallen into disuse by the righteous, and word had spread that new rites and worship were taking place in the fallen chapel. When the soldiers arrived, they found the once-clean windows boarded over. Dirt, ash, and stains of questionable origin had darkened the polished marble exterior. The commander pushed against the doors of the cathedral and they resisted his arms for a moment, but then s