The image of a dwarf with blue eyes sitting down, his two hands which were clasped together began to slowly separate as sparks of light began to converge to form a glowing brown orb. The scenery changed, the same dwarf stood in front of an anvil with a hammer in his right hand and the same orb in his left hand.The dwarf began forging in front of him and before he knew it, a black dagger was forged. The dwarf then placed the orb close to the dagger and slowly the orb inserted itself into it. When it was completely inserted, the orb was nowhere else to be seen, the black blade of the dagger gradually changed to a light brown color and it glittered even with the lack of sunlight on its hilt. The entire scene vanished and he found himself back in the realm of the technology tree. He was confused as the orb he held began to withdraw from him. Dulgol did not waste time to explain the vision. "What you have seen is the blueprint I needed to show you and now it has been etched into your me
On the flat yellowish-brown plain, a key guardian looked ahead, on his hands was a small red orb and his eyes traced the paper earth to the roots of a large tree, each vine or branch holding an orb in its place. Other key guardians near the tree were bringing orbs of different colors to it.All of a sudden, a blue figure appeared from above the tree. His eyes focused on the key guardians. "Who are you?" said the key guardian with a crown. "King Keystone, fear not for I am not a foe." Keystone didn't flinch at the strange figures' appearance nor his words, he still carried a serious expression on his face "I'll ask again, who are you?" "I am a higher being I…" "Regardless of who you are, you are not supposed to be able to enter the realm of the tree. Only we can grant access to those worthy of entering.” Dulgol was starting to get annoyed at Keystone's constant interruptions and hostility but he wouldn't want to start a fight with him in his domain.He wasn't sure what level of
The winter thorns walked towards the dome-shaped houses in the center that had a tower protruding from it like a house with a chimney.The doors to the house were guarded by four thawns and opened when they approached. As they entered, a thawn with markings made from crystals that seemed to be glued to her face was sitting on the ice surface. In front of her was a pile of logs that burned brightly, ironic for a place with no wooden beam covering its inner shell. The Thawns then sat on the floor and waited for her to open her eyes. Once she did, they spotted a glint, "I trust that the hunt was a successful one." She said."Yes Voice of Ulkezi," said Zemo. The female Thawn then closed her eyes again and stretched her hand with crystal markings towards the fire. Her hands began to shake, letting specks of crystal dust into the fire. "You have never been disappointed in doing what you must to protect this tribe. May the weather bring bliss to us at this period," She said then waved th
From the depths of the forest, two other thawns appeared, one wielding a decent-sized spear, made of wood and another with an ice bow. "Leader Meiz, the kill was remarkable," The one with the ice bow said. The female thawn at the tree top smiled at the remark, "Imreila, search the toothed tiger for any ores it might have, though it's little and still developing its form, it is still of value for the many thawns who are severely lacking in prowess." Imreila smiled at the response, "As expected of the one who wields one of the six powers of the weather," She thought while running towards the dead creature and cutting its chest open with one of her arrows. Meiz looked at the male thawn that was still standing by the tree side and nodded her head at him. He immediately understood that had to join Imreila in disassembling the Toothed Tiger. Her eyes gazed at the trees far in the distance, something wasn't right there and she hoped that her fellow tribesman were doing fine. "I can't tru
Logging creator into the world] "System, some time ago one of the tasks you gave me was to make something that would be beneficial to the world," "And I came up with the technology tree and so, I would like to ask if I can make a few adjustments to it?" [The weight of the adjustment is what determines if it would be suitable or not.] "Well, the technology tree was only a task completed. It has no form and no way of telling its existence so it's dormant. I want to make a realm that encompasses its existence" A tab appeared in front of his face, showing the various functions he could click. He chose the one with realms and clicked on it to create a new realm. “The realm will have a brown surface similar to the page of a group with a tree at the center of the realm. The tree will have orbs with a lock dangling from its branches, each orb holds special and historical information on what new device, item, or machinery has been created or can be made by the races. Those who can acces
After clearing his throat, he continued “Since you are nearing the top class of the ladder and the school is in its midterms for your second semester, I must tell you that after the midterms, we will start with choosing the prefects." Murmurs began to spread from the students in the hall causing the headmaster to cough again, returning silence into the building."Remember that a lot of factors will be taken into account when you submit your application and all that." Stephanie whispered to Shawn as they both sat at the seats at the far end of the hall. "So after next week, the prefect's applications will be allowed. Isn't it exciting?" She said, holding in her smile. "For our set though, I wonder who will be chosen as the head," said Harry who sat at the left of Stephanie."Academics, Social skills, Records, and many others are always taken into consideration for this application," said Charles. "You all should keep quiet before the headmaster catches you all," Shawn whispered wi
Hmm, the domain of protection, domain of war, domain of chaos, domain of shadows,"He kept swiping until he found one that grabbed his attention "Domain of Warding?" He clicked on the tab and read the description under the title Gravagor - The One Who Guards.[Gravagor lived his life as a normal orc in his horde until the attack of a group of monsters they call 'Grols', creatures with thick brown skin that could not be sliced through easily, possessed tusks, and lived in desert caverns.During the raid of the Grols, Gravagor lost his family and in grief took an axe and slaughtered two-thirds of the Grols that were invading. After the raid, the orc had lost an arm but still led a group of orcs to slaughter the Grols in their cave before eventually dying due to fatigue.]"Can you show me the location where his tribe is?"A second tab appeared and showed the area of the northeastern lands. A red dot around the western part of the map. "So it seems the Grols live in between the Goldorns h
The chilly desert winds during the nighttime woke Naz up from her unconscious state.She was surprised to see that her her hands were strapped with a silver black rope while her feet tingled with the desert sand."We're restrained by mana ropes," She thought."Where are we?" said a voice, few meters away from her."Shush! Urluck. We fell into a trap, "she whispered. "They had water, anyone would fall for it after crossing the desert for three days," Eiggeira refuted, "But I wonder why she did that?""It's because she's a sour hand," Naz answered."Great, first we lost our way and now we're about to be made sacrifices in exchange for power due to the crazy beliefs of a few dolts and mad orcs," Bickernash complained."I have to agree with you," Naz nodded. Urluck revealed a grin, "Not all hope is lost, we can still escape""The tight rope? It's fused with mana!'' Bickernash scolded. "As usual, the only purpose of your mouth is to be ran at all times" said Naz.Their bickering was interru
Urkezi gazed at the land of the oasis, the home of her tribe that was beneath her, and smiled as her figure turned into a shadowy haze. Around the oasis, a large number of female orcs stood beside plants, taking water from the source and wetting the ground around them then they took out small round yellow seeds the size of a speck from their animal bags then threw them across the field.A female orc with leaves wrapped around her waist and chest contrary to the rest in animal hides made the other orcs part for her. As soon as she came close to the wet ground, she then reached for the leather bag strapped to her waist and took some ash from it which she then threw on the ground before clapping her hands allowing more of the black powder to fall while she sang.After singing alone at first, the other females joined her to clap and sing. "Water from the oasis,Grow our crops,Ash from the dead trees,Bring forth new growth,For our families to use."Among the female orcs, one of them was