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Strife Of The Eclipse Three Months Ago : Valdyr
Valdyr looks out across the battlefield and sees the vast army of the enemy slowly advancing. He tightens his grip on the hilt of the long blade; his heart is pounding in his chest so hard that it feels like it’s sinking. He can feel that the atmosphere around him feels like he should be crying, screaming, or shaking so hard that someone can barely stand. But Valdyr isn’t doing any of these things, though. For some reason, he feels perfectly calm. It’s as if there’s a wall between him and his rising emotions, blocking out the fear and terror, and anticipation coursing through his own veins. His palms are sweaty, and his throat is dry. The armor he wears is heavy and uncomfortable; people around him didn’t feel prepared at all. Despite this, Valdyr does not complain. What right do you have to complain, when in just a few moments, you and your subjects will be forced to fight for your lives, and your freedom? They do not complain, and neither shall he. Energy buzzes beneath his skin,
Strife Of The Eclipse Three Months Ago : Claude
Claude stood quietly among the masses, feeling his blood rush in his ears. Corpses upon corpses littered beneath his feet. Their masses all formed together into one blob of disgusting flesh that rotted under the hot sun. Birds flew overhead, their soft calls warning one to turn away from the grisly sight. All of this… all of this and for what? Who ever dreamed that war would be glorious? That it would be full of victories? War was like a child’s dream… so lovely to imagine… and yet so horrifying to witness. Claude tried to move away from the masses, but his body lurched as his foot caught in one soldier’s open chest cavity. He glanced down, the sweat on his chin slowly falling until it dripped every so slightly down… and directly onto the ashen face of death that stared back at him. He swallowed thickly as he pulled his foot away with effort, his heavy armor having a difficult time doing so. The stretch, the horrid stench as it pulled. It could only be the stench of death. And the so
Strife Of The Eclipse Child of Calamity
Three months ago, at Stormhaven Port war council. Sorisana is talking to Aiden. "hmm... another halfling joined the cause? Sorisana asked after she looks at the clan interface... why did I get this feeling that you like to gather halflings to your clan? she joked". "do you believe that it is all a coincidence? besides that... Maria already asked me to take care of him and Stefan. Do you already get the intel for Stefan?" "I did, it was kinda surprising though... especially about the darkest secret about his father... you won't even believe what I am about to uncover for you, Aiden. It makes me kinda scared actually if this thing is to be known to normal people." "What do you mean about that? Aiden's interest is piqued. Well, the wind and earth speak some secrets to me... and for this, I have to do this. Sorisana then conjures a soundproofing barrier between them and tripled it again. Seeing her action, Aiden also cast another void blockage barrier, isolating them completely from
Strife Of The Eclipse Vexira's Involvement
Two hours later... Aiden watched as the Giant ship fly away from Stormhaven Port. In his hand, a tome is present. Sorisana speaks to him... is this the right thing to do? Aiden replies... I don't know. let me be the one who takes the burden... it was on me after all. Behind Aiden, a silhouette of a girl sleeping sound in a bed can be seen. Sorisana, please take care of her. Aiden ordered, no one should know about what happened tonight.. except two of us. Sorisana looks unsettled. Aiden approaches her and taps her shoulder, it's okay... we just need to do this. Aiden chanted a spell and the room suddenly feels calming and soothing which makes people who came around the room feel sleepy and wanted to sleep. Sorisana came to the bed and checks the body of the girl... after confirming that there is no changes to the girl, and there is no wounds or scars on her body, she felt relieved. Aiden just uses a Giant's technology to extract the calamity embryo from Aera who is sleeping sou
Strife Of The Eclipse Maria and Viego : Loyalty
Twelve years ago... Maria's retirement was coming to an end. She had been brought to Hildenburg Temple wounded and unconscious, and she had stayed to find answers. She was greeted with respect but circumspection. Alanis had even feared that he would not be wanted. It had been necessary for the Great Mother of the Temple to intervene. The other priests did not appreciate his presence and the impact that Maria's reputation would surely have on that of the temple. Wasn't he the one who preached the recognition of Allyse as the mother goddess of all Sylvari? She had asked to be locked in her retirement cell when she woke up. A room she occupied whenever she needed to be alone, cut off from the world. It was a room of Spartan comfort equipped with a bed of straw and linen and a simple coffee table, on which Maria could take her meals, burn her candles, and pray. She spent her days there in prayer or meditation and her nights, populated by visions, enjoying a very relative rest. Alanis
Strife Of The Eclipse Prelude of War : Aila - The Dancer
Levalimar, before the Cult of Vexira, was spread in the city and overtake it. A chorus of boisterous cheers rang out, reaching her ears as she stepped forward, past the curtains, and onto the small stage. The smell of rum, ale, mead, and other brews mixed with the smoke and fires of the kitchen further in the back. She looked down from her current position and smiled, with a small and irresistible smile. It was always as such on nights she danced. She loved it, no she bathe in it. The stage was well lit, thanks to a combination of mecharies ingenuity and well-placed coin. The light shone upon her brilliantly, illuminating her sun-tanned skin, and giving her an ethereal, almost mesmerizing glow. Her hair, long flowing silver, sparkled as if the mecharies had mined it from the very mountains they dwelled in. And, the pure white, silk blindfold she had across her eyes, seemingly glowed as if they face their natural glowing orbs. The loose sleeves of her silk-sheer dress seemed to sw
Strife Of The Eclipse Prelude of War : Frantz - The Manipulator
Aila and Sindelle had met in Levalimar in the winter, with a harsh windstorm blowing in from the sea. Aila was walking briskly through the mage quarter, huddled around herself as she made her way to her small lodgings. She needed a small reprieve from the cold for a bit, so she ducked into the nearest store. To this day she couldn't remember the name of the place, only recalling that it was a tailor's store. The owner looked at her with a bit of worry before she waved him off and gestured to the cold outside, to which he nodded and went back to his work. After taking in a few breaths, she felt her body tingle and warm slowly, when another person came through the door. It was a sylvari, a female, one of the newcomers from Erenhadi to join as a citizen of Levalimar. She was wearing a thick furred coat over much of her body, though her hooves were what gave her away. She walked right up to the owner of the tailor store. "Pardon me, sir. You wouldn't happen to know if there were any room
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
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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