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Strife Of The Eclipse Mechari in Misery
A group of scout mechari entered the necropolis while the warriors of Stormhaven Port cleared up the territory from any invasion. Ogmore Dunheim has collected the best of the best scout of mecharies in Stormhaven Port and tasked them to open a portal in one of the basecamps built inside the necropolis by the former expedition teams before the outbreak. 12 Brave mecharies to do just a simple task, or so... as Ogmore said to them.But when the expedition team entered the outer area of the necropolis, they were stupefied since the necropolis is no longer the same. It has transformed greatly and the dangers inside have been elevated sharply to an extreme level.It can be easily counted as a new world itself.As they walked into the unknown, fear started creeping closer to their neck, trying to hold a grip harder somehow…After several hours, they walked up a path on the side of a mountain, slowly and steadily… but the uneasiness was not running away…"boom..." The huge boulder suddenl
Strife Of The Eclipse Unspoken History
The world of Sylgarth originally was a peaceful land, as many different fountains continued to lash water above as if it were hundreds of water fountains, along with merchants such as the Scott Lantern the Wandering Wizard selling all sorts of goods, including weapons for those who would keep the troublemakers out. It all just felt too good to be true for those who lived there, as their curiosity continued puzzling over one simple question. What sparked the creation of such a perfect land, and those who sustained a living there? In actuality the origins of the peaceful Sylgarth were many times darker than what people would like to interpret, before Sylgarth even existed, there was just one single lone entity running the entirety of the known world, it divided itself and created the world as most people know in Sylgarth. And the God who was responsible for creation at first was Ivhir and during her reign, she was most respected, and at first, she created a humongous castle for herself
Strife Of The Eclipse Armies of Darkness
"We must go up to the village," a large green dragonkin announced. His scales shined brightly with health as the leader of the flock spoke clearly. "There is a monster invading the village and we must protect our territory before another one comes and claims it.""But, Morian, what about the inhabitants?" a smaller red one asked. Her voice trembled a little. "Won't they think we're attacking the village too?" The green leader heaved a sigh."That's something we'll just have to risk, Bethesha. Remember, we came to this world to find companions for some of our brethren... because our world is dying...""Beggars can't be choosers, right?~ Bethesha sighed. Morian just clenched his fist and turn away...He raised his head and spread his wings, letting out a battle cry. "To the village!" he shouted. The other males joined in, with some of the females roaring softer. One purple dragonkin in particular looked up at his red, worried mother."Let me fight, mom!" he said enthusiastically. His mo
Strife Of The Eclipse Seven Seals
Aiden is sitting on Stormhaven throne with Alfred and his clan members on his side...While in front of him, the high council of Stormhaven Port is explaining about the raid to Necropolis of Sacrifice. The Necropolis is the nearest to Stormhaven Port. And since the army was already strong enough to control the necropolis, the high council proposed to Aiden about the distribution of seal stones which can be acquired from defeating the monsters inside.So, Lord Aiden, I presumed that a person as strong as you don't need to use the seal stones to acquire the power to strengthen yourself, right? I mean, even if the seal stones can be used in many ways, their power itself is very limited. Sir Ashton Kutcher, one of the nobles leading the city speak on behalf of the other nobles. His voice is shaky, and the trembling in his voice can be easily noticed.Aiden instantly understands that he's being forced to be their spokesman, not that he's willing t
Strife Of The Eclipse Necropolis : Day 3
Three full days after the travel that was Expedition Day, Liam Hennessy, an Exeter Combatants was once again sitting up on the side of the supplies depot. It was almost noon, though you wouldn't think it after looking at the sky in the necropolis. It always seemed to be the same dreary, somber weather, the perfect mood for the place where hundreds of men were killed and wounded.Liam leaned back further into the firm ground that was supporting him. He rested his head against the embankment and stared up at the moody sky, a few locks of mahogany hair falling into his eyes, finally free from the confines of the heavy, metal helmet, which now rested on the ground beside him.The sounds of screaming men and whizzing magics still rang clear in the ears of the young Soldier, mixing with the continuous roar of the monsters far away in the d
Strife Of The Eclipse Crystallized!
“What is that….” “Run…” A group of scouts is standing in fright as they faced the terror of their life. A normal demon spawn is nothing compared to the one standing in front of them… As they turn their bodies to run… time seems to stop as they realized they could see their bodies running away in fright but without their head… Seven bodies of adventurer… running in line… headless… the last thing they hear as the world turns dark is the heavy steps of iron boots… “protect…… the… portal” “proootec… Des…..mo..n….” the long and eerie voice came from the thing that annihilates the scout… and the echoing footsteps continues their steps… —--------------- Klauss, so you mean that the first time you meet with Lord Aiden and Lady Rena is at that mystical Whimsical Woods? Stefan talks with Klauss with great interest as both of them take a rest in the necropolis after defeating a mob of lilims. Inside the necropolis, not just demon spawn that roams around but also lilims occupied sev
Strife Of The Eclipse Commander Ranked Demonspawn
In the depths of the ancient necropolis, the demon-spawn Lord Knight roamed the dark halls, his eyes ablaze with a fiery red glow. He had been assigned the sacred duty of guarding the portal that led to the underworld, a responsibility that he forcefully took with utmost seriousness. The necropolis was a treacherous place, filled with restless spirits and malevolent undead creatures that sought to prey on the living. But the demonspawn Lord Knight was more than a match for them. His sword was imbued with dark magic that sapped the life force of his enemies, and his armor was forged from the bones of fallen warriors, making him nigh invincible. For years, he had patrolled the necropolis, hunting down any creature that dared to approach the portal. His demonic nature made him immune to the terrors of the underworld, and he reveled in the challenge of facing off against the creatures that dwelled within. But despite his formidable strength, the demonspawn Lord Knight was not invincible
Strife Of The Eclipse Fight against Viego
Haru, the Swordlord Trickster, grinned as he watched Viego, the Lord Knight Demonspawn, step further into the cramped room. The walls were lined with torches, casting flickering shadows across the stone floor. Haru knew that this was the perfect place to trap his opponent, and he had a trick up his sleeve that he was sure would work.As Viego stepped further into the room, Haru launched his attack. He darted forward, his sword flashing in the dim light, and began to move in a circular pattern, creating a sword array that surrounded Viego on all sides. Viego tried to fight back, but he was quickly trapped within the array, unable to move.Haru grinned triumphantly. He had trapped his opponent, and now he would finish him off. He stepped forward, his sword held high, ready to strike the killing blow. But as he raised his sword, Viego suddenly sprang into action.With a fierce growl, Viego charged forward, his sword flashing in the torchlight. Haru tried to dodge, but it was too late. Vi
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Tilted Balance
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
Unexpected Situation
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
Ambush
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.
Kidnapped
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
Beneath the surface
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
Schemes after schemes
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
Volleys
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
Scouts
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
Past Haunting
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
