Name of File 4

000AF47AE603C6B7_## = Ilumia
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- Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
001CBC9CC73C4380_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
00224F5365BA10C3_## = Has there not been enough blood spilled?
00531D91C9C9587C_## = The 212 Warrior
005FE9EEC951D28E_## = The Conjurer
00941C2B82FB6C41_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
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00C09756DC392C2B_## = Veera
00C7CC612D1EF4A4_## = As a ninja of Mist Island, Hayate was subject to a rigorous
daily training regimen, design to transform flesh and bone into deadly weapon.
Sparring with one's peers was an important part of this training.\n\nThe Training
Grounds.\n"I'm ready," said Airi, her hand on the hilt of her katana. Hayate was ready
on the other side, holding eight kunai between his fingers. A flick of his wrist, and
the fight had begun.Hayate's kunai tore through the air, flying towards Airi, but
Hayate himself was even faster. Close combat was Airi's forte, but Hayate seems intent
on engaging her directly, despite his lighter equipment.\nA mistake? Or simple
confidence?\nShuriken rained down on Airi, but she was well-versed in the shadowy arts
herself, and such attacks are little more than an annoyance. Not only did she dodge
the attack, she also closed the distance with Hayate.\nAiri focused the power of
dragon on her blade. Her training focused on maximum power of a single stroke. One hit
was all she would need to fell her foe, the most talented ninja of her generation. She
just needed to find the right timing..."Not so fast," sneered Hayate. Airi saw his
hands move, and suddenly the world grew dark - in an instant, Hayate had filled the
sky with kunai, blacking out the sun.\nWalking with the shadows, Airi tried to find
the path of least resistance towards Hayate. But she found neither gap nor weakness in
Hayate's defenses.\nThis was beyond her ability to dodge; she must endure the attack.
Hayate was faster, more skilled in ninjutsu. Airi's only chance for victory lay in the
power of her katana, and a few injuries were a small price to pay if she could close
the distance enough to unleash the decisive blow.\nThe blood mark on her arm glowed,
and she bit down and prepared to strike. Let Hayate's Kunai Blitz rain down; all she
needed was enough strength and mobility to pull out her sword."Ryuu -"\nThe power of
the ancient dragon was apparent, even though Airi's training was yet incomplete. But
her katana never fully left the sheath.\nA dark kunai stopped in front of her
forehead, a hair's distance from her skin.\nHayate's Kunai Blitz had darkened the
skies and blocked Airi's vision. She did not notice Hayate adjusting the distance
between them as she charged forward - not to keep the distance, but to close it. Close
enough that her long blade could no longer strike him. Hayate had saw through her
every move, every thought.\n"So close, yet so far away..."
00D746BB952F76D0_## = Yena
00E4CACBDF3933DE_## = Qi's responsibility of rebuilding her dojo's fame is a heavy
one, but she has not let it weigh her down. She set out to challenge Lu Bu and make a
name for herself, though her wish has yet to be fulfilled...
00FFC1F8E6690966_## = Marja Biography
0128CE64B22C0CFF_## = I smell murder, I smell blood.\nLet the world be red, let it
swim in death.
012B58798D8C5E66_## = The Crystal Lotus
017BA065523C4972_## = Wisp
018650C11E243FAC_## = 05 May
018FBDE7F7B8F210_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
01AF062D62193F0C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
01B89C850F6EF89E_## = Was it you who woke me from the night?\nIs it you who will guide
my path?\nYour are the light of dawn,\nwhich breaks through the dark clouds.
01B96DAAFBBCC85E_## = Shifting Tide
01B99BB89FDDF839_## = Siege
01EA3C59BD88A3BD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
020F0CF26B8A155A_## = "Don't let the world change your smile. Let your smile change
the world."\n\nPeople often forget that Rourke, the perpetually bright and cheery
Captain was once a dauntless warrior, until they see the scars on his arm. But what a
warrior he wasâ€”this brave archer hailing from the Casanova Fort took part in
hundreds of battles, including the infamous Battle of Bashkir. If you put all the war
records containing his name in a stack, it would be taller than Rourke himself.\n\nThe
world was not kind to Rourke: every single one of his family members died one-by-one
to war and famine, and his beloved brother-in-arms fell in the Battle of Bashkir, hand
still clutching his longsword that had slain many an opponent as he drew his last
breath.\n\nAfter that, Rourke lost his right arm protecting the Humans when a curse
conjured from an enemy worked its way up his arm, forcing him to chop it off before it
could kill him. "But hey, we won, right?" Rourke pointed out. The lookers-on sighed in
relief. They were worried that their sunshine warrior would break down in grief, but
it turned out he remained as optimistic as ever.\n\nIn accord to the laws set by
Astrid, the Duchess of Rose, Rourke was granted a sprawling manor after his return
from war, meaning that he would live in luxury for the rest of his life without ever
having to worry about working again. But that did not sit well with Rourke, who grew
restless without a purpose in life.\n\nThus, Rourke anonymously gifted the manor to
the surviving relatives of one of his battle companions, and set off for the
Federation of the Free, carrying a recommendation letter from the Duchess, and landed
the job of Captain in a foreign town near the borders.\n\nTo thank him for taking the
position, the craftsmen of the Federation manufactured a mechanical crossbow to be
fitted where Rourke's lost arm had once been, enabling him to fight like he had
before. "This is my new home. I've bid farewell to my past, and found my new life,"
Rourke stated. He loved his new place, as anyone who hears his hearty guffaws would be
able to tell you.\n\nThe townsmen adored the new Captain as wellâ€”he was not stuck-up
like other officials, and was instead a constant source of happiness wherever he went.
He was, however, a warrior tried and true when performing his duties. After all, you
can't keep order in your territory just by being happy, can you?\n\nWith the
relationship between the Federation of the Free and the Verno Woods gradually
improving and the promotion of the Chamber of Commerce, a "market road" was
established, meandering right through Rourke's little town. The blooming business
brought prosperity and crowds, and with them came trouble as well.\n\n"You can fight
all you like outside, but this is my town, my rules!" As complications arose, Rourke
decided to show the outsiders that he was no easy target. He had only one clear goal:
to protect the town and the rights of its citizens, and ensure that all business
affairs conducted in his town were legal and above-board.\n\nHis efforts paid off.
None who entered the town dared participate in criminal activities, for fear that the
righteous Captain would smite them with one blow. Order was maintained in the town,
and Rourke was respected by all.\n\n"You wanna use violence to get rid of problems?
I'll use violence to get rid of YOU!"
02216494E163A8ED_## = Resurrected
0244AE96505DCD3A_## = The rapid growth and development of human civilization has
surprised and alarmed Ilumia. She carefully manages Veda's relationship with Thane,
keeping the humans under her thumb, while avoiding driving them towards Lokheim.
024D7B418A3660C1_## = Veera built these undercities in the shallow reaches of the
Abyss, modelling them after human castles to house the Corrupted. Here the Corrupted
become acclimated to the dark energy, and they are able to quickly join the battle in
the world above.
026748E2299E40C6_## = A guild of craftsman with a proud history.
0268880E7D4E45D8_## = Organization of demon hunters under the Federation.
027D43785023F457_## = Florentino
028D25127C10CD59_## = Errol Biography
02A5F1D008FB8F24_## = 1 Feb
02E42689A8F9FBF0_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
02FED16DFDC76AB1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
031D8CBAC1C2CC98_## = The Crusher
0362C0C4C67F9C86_## = Nemesis of Light
03630244EBD99F7A_## = Chaugnar Biography
0367DA27AB3B2626_## = Rally
0380465434F28197_## = The massive creature rolls over, and Liliana dodges it. Then she
realized it probably would not have harmed her, the little orb of light that she was.
She circled the strange creature before her, and began to ponder.\nShe had traveled
the world and seen much, from the earliest chaos to the appearance of more and more
fantastic and wonderful creatures that came in a variety of forms, creatures that were
truly of this world, unlike proto-creatures like Liliana.\nThe sleeping creature
before her, however, was more remarkable than any that she had seen. It had a
wonderful, luscious white fur, with nine tails swaying gently behind it like leaves in
the wind.\nLilian was fascinated, and she began to travel with the Nine-Tails that
dwelled in the ancient kingdom of dragons.Together they traveled for many years. The
Nine-Tails always seemed to lost in thought - or simply daydreaming. Liliana could not
tell. What she could tell was that it taught her many things, how the world worked,
and the languages of its people. It told her its name, Kyubi, though names were not
important, it said.\nThe Nine-Tails and a little orb of light crossed mountains and
rivers, hills and plains, until they saw the sea. It was an azure carpet that
stretched as far as the eye could see, adorned by little specks of white that were
gulls dancing across the horizon where sea and sky became one.\nAnd Liliana was in
wonder and awe of it all. The world was vast, marvelous, its mysterious
infinite.\nKyubi told her that if her desire was strong enough, she too could be
accepted by the primal powers and become a part of the world. And she wanted to feel
the world, bathe in the sun, touch the ocean.\nKyubi and Liliana spent the afternoon
on the beach. Slowly, Liliana felt her paws grow, then eyes, then nine furry little
tails. She had become a little Nine-Tail, just like Kyubi, if only a tenth of the
size.\nAnd she reached out to the sea, and put her newfound paws to it. It was cool,
refreshing on a warm sunny day.Now that Liliana had found her physical form, Kyubi
told her that she needed to learn how to protect herself, and harness her natural
powers. So it took Liliana to Veda to study with the demi-gods. Alongside Liliana
Ilumia studied with Archmage Edras, and watched the strange two-legged creatures with
curiosity and wonder. When she was not studying she observed them intently, until one
day she was ready and took a deep breath...\nPoof. Liliana had transformed into a
young girl, the same two-legged form as her fellows in the temple. She ran to Kyubi to
show off her new form, and Kyubi said, "Make the waist a little thinner."In the First
Abyss War gave Liliana a chance to test her powers. Changing her form at will, she
moved with swiftness and agility on the battlefield, cutting through the enemy ranks
at will. But Volkath's legions were fierce and the battles were terrible, and even
Archmage Edras was killed in battle.\nWhen the dust settled Liliana found Kyubi,
wounded and at death's door. Death comes to all, even the primal creatures.\nLiliana
put herself over Kyubi and cried, begging her only friend to stay. But Kyubi
said,\n"Let me go, Liliana. I'm tired, and I want to sleep." For it had lived many
centuries, so long that living had become tiresome. "Farewell, Liliana."\nThen Kyubi
closed its eyes one last time, and its body turned into little lights like fireflies
at night, slowly fading away.Liliana was alone. And while she learned to take the
forms of many different races, her favorite one remained her first, that of the Nine-
Tails. She would go to sleep wrapping her in her own furry tails, dreaming of that
quiet afternoon when she sat with Kyubi on the beach, the sea wind brushing against
her face, watching quietly the rise and fall of the waves.\n\n- The End -\n\n
0386BF1DB7F9C4DC_## = Annette encountered Sephera at the Magic Academy's library. A
few pointers from Sephera solved the questions that had troubled Annette for many
years, and Annette resolved to make Sephera her role model.
03B82930DCFAF7B1_## = Storm Valley lies not far from the Great Wall, a stormy and
harsh place inhabited only by the toughest creatures. Rarely does anyone have a reason
to visit this god-forsaken place.Today, however, two visitors found a reason."Are you
sure it's nearby?" Zephys asked."Yes. It's getting stronger and stronger. We're not
far from our target." Hayate did not look back, continuing forward at his own
pace.Zephys shrugged and said no more. A few steps were not too much trouble if it
meant finding the other half of Volkath's soul.Volkath had left a piece of his soul in
Marja, which was meant to protect her from harm. But the piece of soul was awakened
when Marja met Hayate, giving Volkath his long-awaited opportunity for
resurrection.The key to resurrection was Hayate. When Hayate borrowed demonic power to
rip the ancient dragon's soul apart, part of the dragon soul entered Hayate. Not only
did it give Volkath the nourishment he needed, it also gave him a clue to finding the
other piece of his soul.Volkath was sufficiently recovered to sense the existence of
the other piece, but not nearly ready to leave Lokheim to find it on his own. Having
spent many years joined with Volkath's soul, Marja could sense the presence of the
fragment, but she was needed back at home to oversee the preparations for the
resurrection ritual, and as the host of a piece of Volkath's soul, she could not
afford to put herself in harm's way.That left Hayate as the only one who could perform
this important mission, for the piece of dragon soul in his body had been consumed by
Volkath, becoming linked at the deepest level with the Lord of Darkness. He was
accompanied on his mission by Zephys, who was tasked with the job of protecting
Hayate, as well as keep a careful eye on him."There." Hayate stopped."What in the...do
you take me for a fool?" Zephys followed the direction in which Hayate pointed and saw
the path end in a sheer cliff that led down to a bottomless canyon, with only clouds
as far as the eye could see."That's what my instincts say," answered Hayate, pointing
at his own head. Zephys frowned, but he was in no position to question Volkath's
judgment in matters of the soul. He could only trust Hayate's confidence."It's just a
cliff. No problem for you and I," sid Hayate.Zephys huffed and glared at Hayate. "Just
lead."The cliff was a bare rock wall that went down as far as the eyes could see, with
no sign of vegetation. Such cliffs and deep canyons were a common sight on Athanor,
as though someone had torn the land apart and put it back together roughly, without
bothering too much about whether the pieces fit.In other words, it was no more than a
minor nuisance for Hayate and Zephys.Using kunai and rope as support, Hayate descended
the cliff, finding the few protruding rocks and swinging from rope to rope with the
agility of a monkey leaping from tree to tree.Zephys watched Hayate for a while, then
he laughed and leaped off the cliff without a rope. Falling head-first, he quickly
passed Hayate in free fall, and it was only when the vegetation at the bottom of the
cliff became visible that he flipped himself over in mid-air, piercing the cliff wall
with his spear. Sparks flew from the rocks and his momentum slowed with a screeching
sound, leaving behind a long, dark wound in the granite. As the ground slowly
approached, Zephys pulled his spear from a wall and pushed off with his legs, landing
softly on his feet at the bottom."You don't mean to tell me it's this half-dead fellow
that we're looking for?"To Zephy's question, Hayate simply pointed at his own head
again.Zephys rolled his eyes and kicked the body that lay on the ground. "Well then,
what are we gonna do? Wake this guy up?"Hayate shook his head. "His consciousness is
not our concern. We simply need to wake the Lord of Darkness." He took out a wooden
box and opened it, revealing two eight-legged creatures, the patterns on their backs
forming a demon's face.Zephys felt a chill run down his spine. These were Shadow
Worms. He looked again at the wooden box in Hayate's hands, seemingly unremarkable,
but apparently powerful enough to hide the presence of the Shadow Worms, likely the
handiwork of Marja herself. Perhaps he could find a way to get his hands on it...While
Zephys mused, the Shadow Worms felt the outside air with feeler, then quickly
retreated back into the box, apparently uncomfortable about the environment. Hayate
sight, put a palm on the body's chest, and began to recite the incantation that
Volkath taught him. The dragon shadow once again appeared behind Hayate, less
ferocious and more faded than before, but the ninja did not notice, focusing his
attention on the body and transferring dark energy into it.Inside the box, the Shadow
Worms grew increasingly restless, probing the outside several times until they could
no longer resist the urge, and they dashed out of the box into the body's skin.It was
at that instant that Hayate feel life return to the body, and dark energies engulfed
the canyon. The body - or rather, Volkath's other half - opened its eyes, taking in an
Athanor that was so familiar, yet so strange at the same time.Zephys kneeled down and
asked, "How are you feeling, Lord Volkath? How did it feel to be impaled by an
arrow?"The young man who sat up glanced at Zephys. "You still talk too much,
Zephys."The Great Wall, a hundred miles away.
03C911569ED94EF1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
040CCA9586A37C22_## = Unknown
043465CAA93B93D1_## = No one knows what I truly want.
04C017079819F1E8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
04D17C8A26381B46_## = The light is fleeting. Darkness is forever.
04FF1A25BB6DAC1F_## = The Seer
0503993152366493_## = Maloch Biography
050FDC74CAD45A13_## = Nakroth Biography
0590EDDF3CC30F2A_## = When we face evil together, we shall not be unarmed or
helpless,\nWhere evil goes, so shall we go, and bring the fight to them.
0592D198A67E021F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
05ABD7387CC07E6A_## = The Shadow Prison stripped her of all innocence.
05B69DC4A0F1CBCC_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
05C28C45D8BA3937_## = 1 Oct
05C3E751A92808FB_## = Ryoma
05D93EBB99B97EC7_## = "Wow, I didn't think mom was serious when she told me I had a
lil' sister who stayed with old Moren," said Hilda as she tried to pat Wisp's head. It
was her way of trying to be friendly, though Wisp did not take too kindly to it."
Don't touch me!" Wisp's puffed cheeks clearly showed her dissatisfaction, and the
sisters looked at each other in awkward silence. \n\nHilda gazed over Wisp's shoulders
and saw Moren's stern look. She shrugged and said, "Well, I'll come back another day.
But we're sisters, and there ain't anything you can do to change that." "That damn old
manâ€¦" Hilda muttered as she left. If it was not for Moren, she could have shown Wisp
more loveâ€¦Well, in her way, at least. But Hilda could not afford to get into
trouble; she had her other 'siblings' to take care of as well. Hilda was the new
leader of the Night Owls, a gang that at one time enjoyed a respectable reputation out
here on the fringes of the Federation, its operations straddling the line between what
was legal and what was not. As trade on the frontier increased, however, increasing
competition and ambition began to drive the little gang into more and more dangerous
waters, until they finally bit off more than they could chew.\n\nNegvar, their
previous leader, fled, and the remainder of the gang was caught between the
authorities and the underground world. It was only thanks to Sheriff Rourke's charity
that Hilda and the others managed to escape a lengthy spell in prison, and many
members abandoned the gang. And so Hilda was forced to step up and fill the role of
leader, even though she would much rather stay far away from the headaches of
administration. The gang was like a second family to her, after all, and, well, she
had to pick up the mess that her boyfriend â€” now ex-boyfriend, of course â€” Negvar
had left behind. The remaining Night Owl members regrouped under new administration
and returned to Mildar. The once-prosperous mining town had become a shell of its
former self, its ore reserves having become exhausted, but there were still
opportunities there for people willing to seize it. It was fortunate that the master
smith Moren did not hold a grudge against Hilda. Otherwise, given his reputation in
Mildar, the fledgling gang would have been running out of town the moment they set
foot there. \n\nLike Wisp, Hilda was sent by her mother to be raised by Moren,
becoming the old smith's apprentice as she grew up. But she was always a free spirit,
and after she learned a few skills she felt she had learned enough to fend for
herself. She left behind a letter and ran away with her new boyfriend.\n\nIn this, at
least, she was truly her mother's daughter. In any event, Hilda and her 'brothers and
sisters' managed to find their way. Mildar was full of abandoned factories and
warehouses, and there was no shortage of supplies and equipment that they could
scavenge and with a little effort turn into marketable goods, a much cheaper and
reasonably alternative to Kazell's expensive offerings. Meanwhile, they also developed
a working relationship with Max the inventor, who was Moren's top pupil and provided
technical support for the group's operations. He often invited Hilda to join him for
dinner at Moren's workshop. Wisp still did not accept Hilda as a sister, but she
seemed to tolerate dinner with her, a welcome development for Hilda. \n\nHilda's new
quiet life was broken by an unwelcome visitor â€” her ex-boyfriend and former leader
of the Night Owls, Negvar, who had come to Mildar as he continued to elude pursuit by
the authorities. Hilda did not report this to the police, or even tell her fellow
members. She even met with Negvar in private, hoping to persuade him to leave quietly
and avoid drawing too much attention. She did not expect that Negvar would take Wisp
hostage, hoping to coerce Hilda into helping him reclaim his place in his old gang.
â€œNo! We worked so hard to make an honest living, we're not gonna throw it all away
for your ambitions!" Hilda would have punched Negvar, but with Wisp as hostage, she
had no choice but to keep her anger in check.â€ Keep bluffing, my dear Hilda. I know
you. You couldn't abandon your adopted brothers and sisters, how can you abandon your
blood sister? You're gonna to do what I tell you, or the kid's gonna get it," laughed
Negvar. "Hey, you two ever thought about letting me have my say?" \n\nTo both of their
surprise, their standoff was broken by a young voice that did not belong to either of
them. "Huh? What's this?" Negvar looked at the black object that Wisp took out from
her purse with a blank look.â€ Itâ€™s a bomb, you idiot!" Taking advantage of
Negvar's lapse in attention, Hilda pulled out her magic rifle and fired at the fleeing
Negvar. And arriving on the scene was Max, who had been watching the exchange from the
shadows, and whom now stood in the outlaw's path, armed to the teeth: "â€¦Well,
erâ€¦sorry," said Hilda, more than a little bit embarrassed, when all was said and
done and the two sisters parted.\n\n"Oh, bro and I just played along. We thought he
was a random thief and we wanted to try out some inventions; we didn't know he had
something to do with you," said Wisp. "But heyâ€¦Anyone ever told ya that you have
lousy tastes in boyfriends?"\n"EX-boyfriend, ok? Hey, it's not my fault that I got the
family curse off mom, you know!"\n"Well, it wasn't a bad feeling, knowing that someone
cared."\n"Huh?"\n"I have a dad and I have a big bro. Maybe it's not such a bad idea to
have a big sis too. See ya around, big sis."\nAnd Hilda felt a shadow lift from her
heart at that.\n"See ya around, lil' sis."\n
05DA10E111CE5781_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
05EBA7279E02D366_## = Born in the Land of Dragons, Qi displayed incredible talent for
martial arts from a very young age. Her father trained her in her family's traditional
Sungming school of martial arts, even as his own health declined. After her father
passed away, Qi sold everything that was not tied down in their dojo to pay off their
creditors, and left on a long journey across Athanor, seeking battle with the strong
to make her name and rebuild the fame of her dojo, foremost of which was Lu Bu, the
Great Warlord.\n\nFor all her martial arts skills, however, Qi's skill to find her way
is beyond pathetic, and she has travelled beyond the borders of the Land of Dragons,
through the Desert of Death, and into unfamiliar lands. Still, she has never forgotten
her goal of fighting the strong, and helping those in need.
05EE73495978773D_## = Errol
05F23960D7B70740_## = A massive boulder lies in the middle of Boulderdom, which lies
in the hills north of the Great Wall and serves as its primary supply depot.
0621F4BF448E2387_## = Corrupted Legion
062B3D7CAEC4ACAF_## = â€œThe survival and dignity of mankind is solely reliant on
swords and guns.â€ \n\nQuillen is the rising political star in the Free Federation.
Young, handsome, sophisticated, composed, erudite, eloquent and cunning at the same
time, Quillen would have been on his way to the top of authority had he not been
radical in his political stance.\n\nHowever, Quillen never planned on changing his
standpoint. After all, he is still much younger than those aged politicians. In other
words, he has the time and patience to wait until the senile ones retire, or even meet
their end. Quillen has mixed feelings about his decision and laments the fact that
mankind does not have a long lifespan.\nThe difference of lifespan fully embodies
humans' individual qualities. Compared to other intelligent beings, humans do not have
the ability to pass on their potentials and are not blessed by magic talents. In times
of chaos, it is necessary for humans to depend on the protection of the Holy Hall to
secure their land, food and lives.\n\nâ€œNowadays, even though we humans have occupied
most of the continents and mastered magic and technology that is on par with the
divine power, we are still facing threats from other species. From demons in the abyss
and the elves in the woods to demigods in the Holy Hall, they have what it takes to
wipe out all human beings. We have to stay alert. The allies today might be our
enemies tomorrow!â€ \n\nThis was part of Quillenâ€™s speech during the promotion of
â€œTheory on Foreign Threatsâ€ . Starting out as an ordinary citizen, he works his way
up in his political career. His political standpoint not only wins the votersâ€™
recognition, but also earns the support from the radicals. But more importantly, he
received the invitation from the â€œShadow Handâ€ .\n\nâ€œPurge the aliens! Cleanse
the world!â€ As an extreme racist organization, the Shadow Hand advocates even more
radical concepts than Quillen does. They believe that violence is the only means to
eradicate those imposing threats to mankind, so that humans can obtain absolute
control of the world.\n\nQuillen does not reply to the envoy from the mysterious
organization right away. He is thrilled at the offer as he is able to work with those
who share his thoughts, but he also realizes that he still lacks the power and
strength to reach his ultimate goal. He simply cannot afford to put all his eggs in
one basket.\n\nThe envoy seems to have anticipated the outcome, so he presents on a
desk a series of proofs manifesting the power of the organization. From politics to
economics, and technology to military, members of this mysterious organization are
virtually everywhere.\n\nThe envoyâ€™s sincerity and the desk of proof seems to affect
Quillenâ€™s thinking: he can almost envisage a bright future ahead of him. At that
moment, in order to achieve his dream, he has to take risks.\n\nSince then, being a
councilor in the federal committee is just a disguise. To Quillen, recruiting new
members for the Shadow Hand and training killers are his main duties to pledge
allegiance. In return, the organization paves the way for his career, thus pushing him
all the way up to the leading position.\n\nQuillen, a decent, discreet politician by
day, and an extremist who does what it takes to exterminate every alien by night,
lives under his motto: survival of the fittest!
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065D08CA2C3A3CD6_## = Lokheim
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069FB2383F1B9E02_## = Jinnar
06E29843704E5900_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
07174B43B14970B0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
071E5BC3B2F85919_## = Few dare look at her, who's always surrounded by holy light.
073FE5B1AD4146E9_## = The Frenzy
07465A89704FA47B_## = Curiosity is the key to eternal youth.
0770619DC8D3A148_## = Using D'Arcy's body as a vessel, the remnant of Volkath's soul
returned to Athanor.
07A8A970A84A5267_## = Rourke
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07B7FD8109FB7DB2_## = I'll share everything - except the sweets.
07D006159F1FC732_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
07D3AC45CD18B7F9_## = Raz
07D5469B2C73198C_## = Wiro Biography
07D659B08D27F433_## = 28 Oct
07E4755E047971B7_## = Fearless pioneers daunted by neither gods nor demons, the light
of human progress.
07F15E06528BA026_## = At the heart of Veda lies Cloud Palace, the home of the Archons.
It floats atop the summit of Mt. Orphean at the northmost end of Athanor and is
closest to the sun. There is no higher honor than to be summoned to the palace and be
in the presence of the Goddess.
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08C258064999D68E_## = A small town located on the northwest border of the Federation,
close to Verno Forest and Moonlit Plains. Many young people have come to seek their
fortune at this burgeoning trade outpost.
08E0F0216DF47890_## = Often sneaks out of the palace.
08EF90EE113D5440_## = A shadowy organization with extreme racist ideals.
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09063AEABAC01345_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
090D98FF64032339_## = Lokheim
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0912283455030438_## = Ignis
095707221BD5ECC5_## = Skud
097109354C37C464_## = Sisters of Lokheim
09DC3CCD321994DF_## = Before he became known as Dragonslayer, Zanis was merely a
humble cavalry captain in the service of the Duchy of Bach. The duchy formed the
Kingdom of Norman's northeast barrier, sitting across the great Gobi desert from the
Helios Empire. The duchy's secluded location and natural barriers have allowed it to
enjoy centuries of peace, safe from outside attackers or from internal ambitions to
expand. As such, Zanis' military exploits are limited to bandit hunting. \n\nThe fall
of the Helios Empire sent many of its soldiers into the desert, fleeing their
oppressive overlords. These army veterans soon turned to banditry, raiding caravans
across the desert trade routes.\nIn response, the Duke of Bach sent his elite cavalry
to patrol the desert, rooting out bandits wherever they found them. It was on such a
mission that Zanis encountered Murad, former prince of the Helios Empire, and his
companion Yena the temple emissary, who were being chased by the sand bandits. It was
a hopeless cause. Zanis led a party of seven, himself included, facing more than a
hundred armed and dangerous bandits. But he did not hesitate for even a second, even
though he did not know who Murad was. All he knew was this: evil must be punished, and
the helpless must be helped. \n\nThe sand bandits did not fear Zanis' party of seven,
of course, but going up against the entire Duchy of Bach was another matter. The two
sides stood off against one another until the stalemate was finally broken by the
leader of the bandits, who pulled out his sword and charged at the prince, his
comrades following behind him. It was seven against a hundred, but Zanis' squad showed
no fear. Meeting the enemy with traditional Bachen cavalry tactics, they kept their
distance, using their crossbows to disrupt the enemy formation, before charging with
their lances into the tired and disordered enemy ranks. Flexible and effective, these
tactics could be adopted by a squad of any size, be it a thousand men or just seven.
It was a lopsided battle â€” in favor of Zanis' side. \n\nPerhaps the bandits were too
complacent in their strength in numbers, perhaps they were simply unfamiliar with
these cavalry tactics, but more than a dozen men fell to the initial volley from the
Videl-made triple crossbows wielded by Zanis' cavalry, and it was all downhill for the
bandits after that. As men and horses fell into the sand, blocking the sightlines and
paths of those behind them, Zanis and his men charged forward with superb discipline,
keeping in formation while avoiding Murad and Yena. His sights set on the enemy, Zanis
caught Murad and Yena waving at him furiously. He briefly wondered what they meant by
it, but quickly put it out of his mind as he began his charge, not realizing the
universal warning that the gesture represented. The Bachen cavalry charged through the
bandit ranks with impunity, striking down numerous foes and sending the enemy
formation into further disarray.\n\nAs they slowed down and prepared to turn around
for another charge that would rout the enemy, however, they heard a low rumbling
coming from the distance, and the ground began to shake. Both Zanis' squad and the
bandits looked around in confusion, but they did not have to wonder for long, as a
gigantic creature emerged from under the sands. It was a Desert Tarrasque, also known
as "Dragon of the Sands". True descendants of the ancient dragons, these terrifying
creatures could grow to nearly seventy-feet-long at full maturity, with shining
armored plates that defied the weapons of men and terrifying jaws that could tear
walls of stone apart like paper. The specimen in front of Zanis, however, was a
juvenile variety, little more than thirty feet in length, its dull grey scales yet to
fully harden. In order words, it was a killing machine. Murad and Yena were not
running away from that ragtag band of bandits, but from the tarrasque that had been
tracking its prey. With a swipe of its tongue, the tarrasque caught one of Zanis' men,
who screamed for his comrades to flee even as he fell into the beast's open mouth, and
the shocked soldiers looked to their captain for guidance.\n\n"â€¦Get out of here, and
don't look back. I'll guard the rear." Zanis dismounted from his horse, put his sword
back in his sheath, and took his lance from his saddle. The blade of a sword was of
little use against the tarrasque's armor. But the weight and sharp point of a lance
was another matter. Zanis' men looked at each other, and one after another began to do
the same.â€ Didnâ€™t you hear me? I said, get out of here, now!" Zanis roared. But
there was no time for him to hide his secret. His right eye flashed with an
otherworldly light, and he turned to face the monster.â€ Youâ€™ll pay for what you
did to my brother, monster!" As the others watched on, Zanis leaped high into the air
with superhuman strength, and his lance came down towards the tarrasque's head. The
tarrasque's body was protected by an armor of grey scales, except for its exposed eye.
With the momentum of his leap, Zanis drove his spear through the beast's skull and
drew his sword to strike at its eye. The tarrasque howled in pain and swiped at Zanis,
who leaped adroitly out of the way. Zanis' men started in disbelief. They thought
their captain was going to die covering their retreat, and they were prepared to die
with him. They never imagined that he intended to win the fight, and winning he was.
\n\nMurad and Yena joined them in witnessing this incredible scene. "â€¦Could you have
done that, at the height of your powers?" Yena asked. "Of courseâ€¦ If the artifact
was undamaged," Murad replied with a smirk. Yena rolled her eyes and grabbed her sword
with her scarred hands. Murad did the same â€” he was not about to sit aside and let
the one who saved his life fight on his own. And Zanis' men needed no persuasion to
fight for their captain, even if it meant disobeying his orders. A few months later,
the word was all over the Kingdom of Norman: Zanis, the Dragonslayer, fought and
killed a tarrasque single-handedly, saving the life of a prince.â€ My lord, as I have
said many times, the tarrasque was defeated by the combined effort of many â€” it
would not be proper for me to take all the credit for it," Zanis argued spiritedly
before the Duke of Bach. "We need a hero, Zanis. The Duchy has known peace for too
long. Now the Empire threatens us from the east, and we need a hero to rally around
when the enemy is at our gates," the duke replied calmly. \n\nHe had received Prince
Murad and his companion and heard about the incredible performance of his cavalry
captain. Wisely, he did not dig deep into the story, content with leveraging Zanis'
achievement as an example for other soldiers to follow. As for Zanis, he had plenty to
worry about even as he backed down, realizing that he would never be able to persuade
his lord. He had been elevated to the position of colonel, overseeing the Duchy's
cavalry forces. And he was also responsible for the bandits who had pursued Murad and
Yena at Azzen'Ka's orders and surrendered to him, preferring to become prisoners of
the duchy than face Azzen'Ka's wrath. Meanwhile, the Videl arsenal was sending its
best smith to meet Zanis. The scales and fangs of the tarrasque would make excellent
weapons and armor at the hands of a master smith, and who better to wield them than
the hero who slew the beast single-handedly to save a prince?\n\nZanis had a feeling
that his secret would not remain hidden for long, and that it would not be long before
the ancient nation ruled by dragons that his father told him about revealed itself to
the world. But the power of the ancient dragon blood that ran in his veins did not
change the fact that his duty was to his lord, his country and his people. And even if
he set up one day, across deserts and mountains to find the ancient home of his
ancestors, he will remain a knight of Bach, loyal and true. \n\n"Honor guides my
blade, whatever may come."\n
09E086BFC5CAD4DA_## = 8 Jun
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a related hero in a match using <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>.
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0A5B0D97395EF5B4_## = Cresht
0A61A7458EE39C38_## = Arduin
0A66F2DBC92F8752_## = Extremely possessive and controlling of Marja.
0A7FEFF72140A3A3_## = "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."\n\nThe champion maiden
of the Veda, the skilled of the skilled, the top apprentice of Edras, the Vedan
Magicianâ€¦ Marja was all of these at once and the world loved her for it. Even
Volkath, a captive of Edras, put aside his prejudice and hate for the Veda to pursue a
romance with Marja.\n\nBrave and cunning, Volkath could do no wrong in Marja's eyes.
Though everyone was mortified by this union, the two fell deeply in love. However,
they were blessed by none and doomed to split, for their backgrounds clashed and their
ideals were in complete contradiction. After a public fallout between Volkath and
Edras, poor Marja was in a dilemma. Her master, should she stand by her master, who
stood for all of her beliefs, or her lover? There was no way she could choose.\n\nThe
Veda expected all of its members to stand together against their common enemy, leaving
everyone displeased to see Marja sitting on the fence. Though Edras understood and
supported Marja's concerns, the others treated her as a traitor. Marja was a stubborn
girl, however, and did not back down despite the controversy. Instead, it only made
her more convinced that she was not in any way at fault.\n\nThe war continued for a
thousand years until Edras fell and Volkath retreated, injured. Marja was now hated by
all in the Veda. She was no longer considered Edras' successor, and was instead
fingered as the one who had worked with the enemy to bring about the great leader's
demise.\n\nThe Veda had evidence that Marja had lent a hand to Volkath, helping him
gain powers that were not supposed to be his. Marja herself admitted that it was so.
"I did help Volkath, but that was before the war began," she explained. "This doesn't
mean that I'm against the Vedaâ€”I just supported his beliefs. Never did I give him
any aid when he was fighting Master Edrasâ€”"\n\nThe enraged crowds did not let her
finish her speech. The verdict was out immediately, and Marja would be punished by the
hands of Ilumia, the new Seer.\n \n"Your title, your powers, all will be taken from
you. You will spend the pitiful remainder of your life slowly being devoured by bugs
in your dark, cold cell. So, that's the price you must pay for love, huh? How sweet!
I'm so jealous!" Ilumia cackled, finally able to get her much-desired revenge, for
she, centuries before, had also loved Volkath from afar, yet her love had always been
unrequited.\n\nMarja did not deign to reply to Ilumia's snide remarks, considering it
pointless to pick a fight now. Unable to get a rise out of her, Ilumia left with a
disappointed shrug. The shadow worms in the Phantom Pit, however, were getting ready
for the time of their lives. Marja, with her boundless angst, would taste so good! But
Marja also looked a bit creepy. Dare they come close to her?\n\n"Eat away, eat away! I
won't be able to escape this prison unless you guys are well-fed," Marja said,
comforting the terrified shadow worms.\n\nAs the judgment was carried out in haste, no
one really knew the details of how Marja helped Volkath with entering the Abyssal
Fissure through the Phantom Pit and obtaining dark powers from the Lokheim. And Marja
herself had also received precious dark powers from Volkath, one of the rare few gifts
he had sent. Though no longer a goddess, though no longer powerful, Marja was still
ready. It was only a matter of time. Soon, she would rise again.\n\n"The day will come
when I return and bring judgment to you all."
0AF00AC36613065D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
0AFD3C80DE8B3B87_## = Dark Lord Arisen
0B27AD8511791C0C_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
0B2FD75D1DF70FE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0B61A5A362D8FEA2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
0B6EE371310AD592_## = Batman Biography
0B86859DDF8481EA_## = Has no mind for money and was swindled by Violet as a result.
0B9092ED92D5EFDF_## = For thousands of years, Liliana had traveled to every corner of
the world.\n\nOne of the most ancient existences in Athanor, Liliana was born when the
world was still in Chaos and all living beings survived purely through instinct. Full
of curiosity, Liliana forged her own path of exploration in the chaotic world,
continuing to seek for the essence of the universe and the source of power. She wanted
to learn about the past and the future, the beginning of life and the meaning of
death. In order to succeed in her quest for answers, Liliana morphed into different
forms and saw life through the eyes of different species. \n\nA Nine-tailed Fox was
the first sentient being Liliana came across. She considered the Fox her master and
consultant, and was influenced so much by the creature that she identified herself as
a Nine-tailed Fox thereafter. Through the instruction of her master and what she saw
during her own travels, Liliana soon became quite knowledgeable. However, she
understood that she still had a long way to go in terms of finding the ultimate answer
to all things. She chose to live in seclusion, taking her time to slowly digest and
ponder over all she had learned. Still, she would emerge from solitude every few
hundred years to accumulate more wisdom and insight.\n\nDuring her previous journey,
Liliana came in contact with Humans and was able to observe them up close. Humans
seemed dull and average at best in all aspects, including powers, spirituality and
constitution, which was why Liliana used to not have any interest in the species. Yet
after she learned more about the thirst Humans had for knowledge and the ways they
passed down their legacies, she soon became fascinated by their out-of-the-box
thinking and began following their innovations and developments closely. Whenever
Humans made huge leaps, Liliana transformed into one of them in order to learn from
Human scholars.\n\nDuring the Dark Era, Humans were often attacked by Abyssal Beings.
Not wanting to just sit back and watch the suffering, Liliana used subtle methods to
reveal hints and tips on wielding magic here and there to aid Humans during the
troubling period. From her observations, she predicted that if Humans survived this
time of darkness, they would likely be able to create a civilization never seen
before, in which new knowledge and new skills would be born, bringing her one more
step closer to the ultimate answer she was seeking. She considered the aid she offered
Humans a kind of investmentâ€”after all, if it helped her get what she wanted, why
not? With a smile and high hopes for the future, Liliana went back into
hiding.\n\nSome hundred years later, when Liliana returned to Human civilization once
again, she was shocked to say the least. The candles and fireplaces she was used to
were replaced by crystal lamps carved with magical arrays, capable of bringing light
to thousands of families at once. The blades and swords she once knew were no longer
used by manyâ€”instead, Humans Warriors now favored sleek and incredibly powerful
mechanical guns and cannons. These improvements, which Humans called â€œtechnologyâ€ ,
completely changed how Liliana saw the world.\n\nIt was an ideal turn of events for
Liliana, who was eager to gobble up all new developments available. But even one with
her level of wisdom would need dozens, even hundreds of years to digest all thisâ€”not
to mention that new inventions were popping up practically every day! Therefore
Liliana decided to transform into a Human and join the Empirical Army as a
Communications Officer, who had the freedom to roam the Continent and collect
intelligence. Her role would make it very convenient for her to achieve all she
wanted. Of course, it did bring her new enemies as well, but Liliana didnâ€™t mind
doing Humans a favor by taking out these nuisances.\n\n â€œThatâ€™ll just count as
part of my tuition!â€
0BB601BDB565BDCC_## = The morning star will protect the land!
0BD67AA8D70A56B0_## = This was it. The moment that she had been waiting for. The long
years of training, hard work, coming to a head.\n\nThe Dragon Child, the Eternal
Champion, the Great Warlord...Qi felt no fear as she faced the men known by such
titles, only excitement.\n\n"Master Lu Bu! I am Qi, 13th-generation of the Sungming
school. I seek a duel!" She saluted, and Lu Bu returned the gesture. He was the more
established warrior, so Qi had the right to first strike.\n\nThough Lu Bu stood
unmoving, Qi could feel his aura even from a fair distance away. The knees of a lesser
fighter would already have buckled under the pressure. As skilled as Qi was, she felt
her pulse quicken and her breathing lose consistency.\n\nNo - she could not let
herself lose the fight before it began. Qi forced herself to focus, and aimed for Lu
Bu's head with an open palm.\n\nWithout moving his feet, Lu Bu pushed forward, and met
Qi's powerful attack head-on. Qi felt her hands go numb. The shock was like being hit
with a sledgehammer, and it was all she could do to avoid falling backwards.\n\nRather
than stand her ground and open herself up to further attacks, Qi took a step
backwards, avoiding the brunt of the force. No sooner had she found her footing that
she was on the attack again, a flurry of five strikes against five different weak
points on her opponent's body, each attack more powerful than the last. Yet Lu Bu
remained at the same spot, blocking all five attacks with his left arm, and Qi felt
like the waves dashing upon an unmovable boulder.\n\nThe exchange was over in an
instant, but it felt like hours for Qi. She barely had the time to catch her breath
when she saw a hand headed for her head, and she raised her arms to guard her face
instinctively, only for the hand to grab her by the collar and lift her up from the
ground.\n\nQi felt her face burn with shame. This was no duel - it was little more
than an adult toying with a child. The heritage of her martial arts, passed down
through so many generations, meant nothing to his opponent.\n\nAnger boiled within Qi,
then she felt something grow within her, a power different from the ch'i that she was
trained in, something deeper and more potent - a place that can only be reached by a
true master, someone who has gained complete mastery over their art.\n\nIn that
instant Qi's veins, muscles and bones were filled with strength and she grabbed Lu
Bu's arm with both hands. Energy flowed through her hands and into Lu Bu's body, and
for the first time his impassive face showed signs of emotion.As Lu Bu released Qi,
she focused the power in her hands, and struck out with the fury of dragons. Lu Bu
raised his arms before his chest to block the attack, but Qi's blow carried such force
that he was forced to take several steps back.\n\nQi, however, was in no position to
take advantage. She was not yet ready to wield the power that she unleashed for the
briefest of moments. Tried as she did, she could not hold back the nausea, and spat
out a mouthful of blood.\n\n"Let us leave it at that for today," said Lu Bu, and he
turned away to leave.\n\n"Tha...thank you, Master Lu Bu," replied Qi meekly. Her legs
failed her, and she sat down weakly on the ground.
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0C282474ABDB07CA_## = Kingdom of Norman
0C3B1B4B491CA90F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0C3CABC9D0DD71D8_## = Afata
0C863B18479EB52B_## = 6 Apr
0C9B2227192106D1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0CA146B1EDBD3CA1_## = Southeast of Elborne Woods is the Silent Sea. Chaugnar hails
from the calm waters of these seas.
0CBC4C5C779BAC9D_## = 25 Mar
0CF657DE2E8058BC_## = Zuka
0D175C04B8B3C56B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0D3859BD2FD9910D_## = â€œI hate sand! I hate storms! I hate my life! Thereâ€™s not
even enough water for a freaking shower!â€ \nAt the border of the Desert of Death, the
Demon Hunters trudged on with harsh gusts of sand in their faces. Violet, wishing with
all her might that she could just bundle herself up in heavy layers of fabric, cursed
out this uncivilized, rough and barbaric land of sand. Her current status should have
exempted her from such an expedition, but she came along anyway, due to the guilt she
felt towards the members of the legion, whom she considered her own children.\nOnly a
few of them knew why Violet, the successor to Federation General Hartford and the
second Commander in Chief of the Demon Hunters, ignored the potential for promotion
and instead insisted on investigating the corruption incidents that shook the
Federation, despite this not being part of her job.\nThough she managed to arrest a
small number of sneaky maggots, several suspects in higher positions were somehow
proven innocent. Quillen, a member of the Federation Congress, for example, was found
not guilty of embezzling, and was in fact shown to have donated anonymously multiple
times to civilians who suffered losses from new policies he proposed. Violet was soon
discovered to have conducted unauthorized investigations and got in trouble not only
legally but also ethically. To minimize damage, she resigned from her post immediately
and offered to give up her retirement pension in order to keep the civilians
quiet.\nAfter that, Violet became a ranger who survived on bounty missions posted by
the Federation. She would sometimes leave the territory and journey to other nations
as a free mercenary. She was quite satisfied with this lifestyleâ€”endless freedom, no
designated route, lots to discover, and always on the go. However, as soon as she
heard about the upcoming expedition of the Demon Hunters, she offered to return to her
former team without hesitation.\nâ€œSome things must be done,â€ Violet had once said
to Old General Hartford before she decided to investigate the corruption, and now she
was saying it again to her Demon Hunter colleagues of olden times, while continuing to
â€œdo thingsâ€ , holding true to her words.\nThe expedition team had already been in
enemy territory for several weeks. They followed the strategy devised by Valhein, the
legionâ€™s Deputy Commander, and wiped out several monster lairs, ensuring that the
Inferi wouldnâ€™t be able to utilize the monsters on the front line. Meanwhile, their
ally Murad also used his influence as the former Prince of the Empire to rally rebels
all over the land, launching raids on mines and cities belonging to Azzen'Ka in
conjunction with the Demon Huntersâ€™ operations.\nAs the conflict continued to
escalate, the lack of supplies began to trouble the allies. The Rebels, led by Murad,
could only collect a limited amount of food and drinkable water from the survivors of
the Empire. They had few medical supplies, making it impossible to go on. Even the
Valhein had fallen from a heat stroke and barely made it through by sheer will.\nTo
ensure a swift end to the battle, Violet was nominated as the new Deputy Commander.
After all, no one else was as qualified for the position as she was.\nIf they toiled
on, there was little chance they could complete their objective.\nIf they retreated,
they could at least regroup for another round in the future.\nBut it was still a
difficult decision for Violet.\nâ€œOld man, what would you have chosen?â€ She asked
the image of Hartford that she conjured up in her head. The honored man was, when all
was said and done, the one who had seen the potential in her and promoted her to
Commander of the Elite Squad from a mere Junior Officer in the Investigation Bureau.
Though she refused to admit that she did anything wrong, she still couldnâ€™t help
feeling guilty towards this kind old soul who did so much for her.\nâ€œI might not
continue with the attack, but I sure as hell wouldnâ€™t retreat,â€ the Hartford in
her head said. Violet remembered what Valhein and the boys nicknamed himâ€”the one-
eyed devil. After losing an eye to the Demons, Hartford still pulled out his bewitched
revolver and blasted the Demonsâ€™ heads to pieces. Naturally, he was not one to give
up.\nâ€œEveryone!â€ With her mind set, Violet announced the new plan. â€œSplit into
teams of ten, disguise yourselves and blend into tribes, mines and cities. Feel free
to start a guerrilla war wherever you find convenient.â€ \nâ€œEach team shall consist
of one Captain and two Vice Captains that make combat decisions. If two out of the
three agree, it is a go. The Captain will relay orders from the Commander.â€
\nâ€œRebels working under Prince Murad, please coordinate with and support our
guerrilla wars as much as possible. The sick and the injured shall be moved to a
combat-free area by the rebels.â€ \nâ€œThe objective of this operation is to destroy
as many enemy military factories as you can and extend their preparation period for
war for as long as possible.â€ Sweeping her gaze past the pairs and pairs of resolute
eyes in front of her, Violet bit her lip. â€œDo whatever you can to sustain the
operation and attack enemy targets.â€ \nâ€œRememberâ€”we are not alone. All in the
Allied Army, all intelligent life who fight for order and gloryâ€”they are all our
allies.â€ Violet raised her arm and clenched her fist. â€œWe shall show them what the
Demon Hunters are made of! We shall show them the true might of the strongest legion
in the Federation!â€ \nâ€œForward, Demon Hunters!â€
0D4B5D5B70CD9FD0_## = Stand right there and let me shoot you!
0D4E457ADB203417_## = The snow water of Mt. Orphean flows into Elborne Woods,
converging at the center as Elborne Lake, a holy place for the elves.
0D4F0D6ECFDCD01F_## = "Upon this night I give my blood in the name of darkness, that
light shall be severed and sundered and scattered to the void." Hayate raised a black
arm and stabbed at the pact.The soul of the dragon roared in pain. Outside, the ninjas
that had converged on the tower at the alarm felt a great disturbance, as though a
powerful shockwave had passed over them, and those closest to the epicenter began to
bleed at the nose and mouth. This was no warning roar, but a pure roar of pain with
its power unchecked, for Hayate's stab had injured the dragon soul at very
core.Hayate, too, felt the impact, but he did not back down. The white light had
become engulfed in darkness. Now Hayate turned his attention to the blue light. He
felt the weight of mountains on his shoulders and had to bite open his tongue to keep
himself conscious, while allowing the dark energy in his body to resist the power of
the ancient dragon soul. What did it matter if the clash of powers killed him? He had
come to die.The darkness had almost consumed the remaining dragon soul, when a bright
pillar of light pierced the night and struck the top of Dragon Tower. Xeniel descended
from the sky with six wings spread out behind him, clad in holy armor and wielding his
warhammer.Light and darkness clashed again, and this time darkness would not triumph.
Xeniel's light seemed infinite, inexhaustible, quickly sweeping away Hayate's feeble
resistance. Already exhausted from his ordeals, pushed to the limit in both body and
mind, Hayate's knees buckled before the buffeting light, weak and helpless as a
worm.Was he no more than a worm to the elder races?Was anyone content to remain a worm
forever?Hayate cried out loud in fury. Outside, the gathered ninjas looked up in time
to see a massive black wyrm emerge from the ground and soar across the sky, towards
where the holy light was brightest...
0D74C7FB65D889B0_## = The Thorn
0D9589EBDBDF8EC4_## = Nakroth
0DDF3DCE77D0400E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0DE6E80575561E55_## = Lord of the Abyss
0DF84D873DA87DE9_## = Airi
0E2BE3A9FEF68FE2_## = Has chased away more than one potential suitor to the queen.
0E52325DDF5605D4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0E8E574A9102EE95_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0E91C885A4DBC554_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0EAD0C1A1F5779ED_## = Marja harbors deep hatred for Ilumia for the pain that her
former fellow student inflicted upon her. Whatever she had suffered, she intends to
inflict upon Ilumia, one hundredfold.
0EB0EE042D960FFF_## = Southwest to the Seine Peninsula is the cold waters of Slaughter
Sea, Kil'Groth's homeland.
0EBD1477F516E3A5_## = Violet was NOT in a good mood.\n\nShe and Valhein sat by the
fire, surrounded by monsters that emerged from the abyssal crack nearby. The monsters
dared not approach the fire, but they sat in wait with ominous green eyes not far from
them, and Violet knew it was only a matter of time until their leader arrived and the
two of them became dinner for the monsters.\n\nNow, she would give them a good fight
and take more than a couple down with her. As for the young man sitting across from
her, however...Violet sighed and gazed woefully at him.\n\nHis name was Vanhein, a
fellow cadet at the Academy, a year or two Violet's junior, and a troublemaker if
there ever was one when he first enrolled. It got to the point where Violet had to
teach him a lesson the hard way, which brought him back in line a little bit, but
understandably did not do wonders for their relationship with each other.\n\nNow the
two of them were stuck in the middle of the wilderness. The other cadets fled when the
Academy field trip encountered actual monsters. Valhein was not without talent, but he
was inexperienced, and had yet to be tested in actual battle.\n\n"Never thought I
would have to die with you," said Valhein. In the light of the fire his face was
impassive.\n\nBearing a grudge, eh, thought Violet. "Life's full of surprises," she
said.Suddenly, Violet saw a speck of light in the distant forest. Her heart leaped -
could rescue be here? She stood up, pistols in hand, and said to Valhein, "Over there!
Let's fight our way through." Without waiting for Valhein's answer, she leaped
forward, throwing a grenade at the nearest enemy. As the monster was blasted apart,
its severed limbs nearly hit Valhein in the head.\n\n"Here we go..." Valhein sighed,
wiped the blood off his face, and joined the fray. Away from the sheltering fire, the
two were immediately set upon by the monsters. Violet threw a grenade into the fire,
and it exploded, sending burning debris across the grasslands and setting the
vegetation on fire. The monsters scattered.\n\nSuddenly, a roar echoed through the
nigh. Violet looked in its direction and saw a pack of abyssal monsters approaching,
far more orderly than the vermin she just sent scampering, and led by a vaguely human-
shaped creature. Then Violet looked at the direction of the forest where she saw the
light. Before her eyes the light stopped, then disappeared into the dark woods - in
all likelihood another group of lost cadets, who decided they wanted no part of the
fight Violet found herself in.\n\nViolet sighed. There went their only hope. But then,
those were mere cadets, who had never fought monsters in such numbers before - unlike
Violet, who was already considered one of the top prospects in the Demon Hunter
reserves.No use crying over spilt milk. Violet turned to Valhein. "I'll hold them off
here. Go north and find help from the nearest garrison, north of here."\n\nShe had
hardly finished the sentence when a monster pounced at her, sensing an opening. Violet
easily sidestepped the attack, and before Valhein knew it she had a mobile cannon set
up, sending a devastating shot into the monster lines, opening a gap for
Valhein.\n\nValhein was speechless. He knew Violet was good - he learned that the hard
way - but this was the first time that he truly appreciated that gap between Violet
and the other cadets, himself included.\n\nAt the same time he also wondered - where
did that cannon come from? Valhein never got an answer, even when he asked Violet many
years later.\n\nThe monsters were no less stunned by Violet's attack. But their leader
cried out loud and they quickly rallied, once again advancing towards Violet's
position."Go!" Violet yelled.\n\n"No." Valhein clenched his fists. "I can't leave you
here alone."\n\nViolet thought back to the day she left Valhein hanging upside down on
a tree, the sight of the young man, his face a deep red from anger and the blood
rushing to his face, yelling obscenities at her but unable to do anything about his
predicament. Things have changed indeed! She smiled and said, "Fine. Whoever's
stronger stays behind, the weaker one goes and find help. Go on, I'm
waiting."\n\nValhein turned almost as red as he did that day on the tree, but there
was nothing he could say. Eventually he nodded and said, "I'll be back soon. Be
careful."\n\nViolet nodded. Perhaps this kid was not so bad after all.\n\nValhein took
a few steps and turned around. "And...sorry about what happened before."\n\nViolet
simply waved, and turned to face the monsters emerging from the inferno.\n\nMany years
later, Valhein would recall that night, the sight of Violet advancing into the smoke
and fire against legions of monsters, not the slightest hesitation in her steps.\n\n-
The End-
0EBDD255D4C3EB5F_## = The only rule is that there are no rules. The only limit is that
there are no limits.
0EECA80148BCD12F_## = Horror stories will keep him up at night.
0EFE916F42AD66F6_## = Guardians of balance, who prefer to live in peace and harmony
with nature, but take up arms to protect the World Tree in times of crisis.
0F08DDD4754B9585_## = Batman
0F08FCC5C7BAA5FD_## = A guild of free soldiers who offer their services for hire.
0F12729CE78872D9_## = Partners in Elements
0F1E3BB9E7478BE3_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
0F3FD9E101F6491C_## = Dragons dwelled inside the body of their newest descendant, Airi
the Kunoichi. Her every breath seemed to exhibit the power of dragons.\n\nMany ninja
clans had only come into existence recently, but the mysterious Steel Dragons had been
around for generations. This reclusive clan of ninjas loyally protect the peace and
tranquility of the realm using the power of the ancient dragons. As the leader of a
new generation of ninjas, Airi had not only inherited the title of "Kunoichi", her
incredible talents had also earned the approval of the Ancient Dragon. She has been
bestowed with the almighty Dragon's Mark as well.\n\nAs night engulfed day, the elite
Ninjas led by Airi rushed to save the Temple of Light from the evil forces that
surrounded it. Using her shadow clone ability, Airi passed with ease through the
savage bombardment of black magic. The iron wall made up of thousands of Fallen
crumpled beneath her feet. She transformed herself into a sharp blade and hurled
herself straight at Maloch, the commander of the Demon Army, leaving a bloody trail of
corpses in her wake.\n\nAiri took more and more wounds as she fought her way towards
Maloch. By the time she finally reached him, she had defeated nearly all of his demon
guards. Airi was punished for her actions with three more mortal wounds. With her
strength depleted, Airi realized that she wouldn't stand a chance in a drawn-out
battle, so she activated the last bit of power in her Dragon's Mark, raised her blade
and sliced at Maloch. In that moment, Maloch was unable to lift his own weapon. He was
so overcome by the unleashed dragon spirit that he could only use his demon wings to
shield himself from Airi's attacks.\n\nThe blade rose and fell. Blood hotter than lava
gushed out from a wound in Maloch's chest and the impregnable demon wings were
tattered. The force from Airi's blade had completely stripped the invincible
commander of his combat abilities. Maloch was forced to return to the Demon Abyss to
recover and, in turn, left the demon army to their demise.\n\nAiri's determination,
demonstrated in this battle, immediately earned her the respect of everyone. Even the
most despicable of demons could not hide their fear of Airi's blade.
0F48B96FFFE60117_## = "Tremble, you bugs!"\nDeep in the Abyss lies the Great River of
Fire, a river of lava and blood that flows through the territory of Maloch, Lord of
the Abyss. He is the greatest liege of the Abyss, and its most powerful warrior, heir
to the supreme throne of Volkath, Lord of Darkness.\nWhile Volkath was a consummate
leader by nature, Maloch's reign is crude and primitive, founded entirely upon his
personal strength. Since the Ancient Era, the name Maloch has been a byword for
strength and violence; he has led the vanguard of the legion in both the Divinity War
and the First Invasion, terrorizing all of Athanor.\n"A beast born for war." After
many millenia, Volkath's assessment of Maloch still holds true. When the Lord of
Darkness was slain by Tel'Annas, it was Maloch who picked up his body and the Abyss
legion's standard, rallying the routing demons and cutting a bloody escape for them
through countless enemies.\nIt was Maloch's ferocity in battle that allowed the Abyss
Legion to move against the south, building several strongholds in the area. They may
have lost the war, but they established a foothold in Athanor for the first time. And
so the lords of the Abyss unanimously voted Maloch as their new leader.\nBarbaric
brute that he is, Maloch was fiercely loyal to Volkath, and smart enough to know that
he does not have the same talent for politics as his predecessor. Unlike the Lord of
Darkness, Maloch shares his power with the other lords of Abyss such as Veera and
Nakroth, as well as the Corrupted who join their ranks, uniting all of Abyss with a
common interest.\nOf course, this was not Maloch's own idea. Maloch places absolute
trust in Veera, and accepts her recommendations and strategies without question. The
fact that they are lovers is no secret in Athanor, and Maloch prefers the blade that
he can hold and feel in his hands to intangible and invisible political power.\nThat
is why Maloch has given Veera full control over Abyss territory in the overworld,
while he has returned to the Great River of Fire with his demonic legion, training an
army more formidable and terrifying than any that the world has ever seen. If the
Temple and World Tree were destroyed and the Abyss were to achieve their goal of
dominion over Athanor, it would not be Maloch sitting on its throne. There are so many
other worlds left to conquer, after all.\n"All that my banner touches shall be Abyss
land!"
0F598FE48385CDD0_## = Who among the following is in Butterfly's blacklist?
0F6BA6E141E30234_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0F862990EAF3132B_## = Slaughter Sea
0F931FAB214FA43C_## = Ace Mercenary
0FA388744A48C4A7_## = Roxie Biography
0FAF1C7C82993EA5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0FAFFDE01652C5D7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
0FB570B688A0927B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
0FBC38FCBB99AFF9_## = As the mercenary guild's rising star, Violet is rapidly catching
up to Butterfly on the rankings. For her part, Butterfly remains unconcerned,
confident that she can quickly leave Violet in the dust should she choose to.
0FFF35CE5CAE84FC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
1029464EC7B4EC55_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
102F25C93FC70E3F_## = 3 May
1047ECD36BA83CDE_## = Wonder Woman is Princess Diana of the immortal Amazons from
Greek mythology. When army pilot Steve Trevor crashed on the warriors' secluded island
paradise, Diana won the right to escort him home and make her people known to the
world. Entering the cynical world of humanity for the first time, Diana found a people
who needed a hero. Over the years, the ways of mankind have vexed Dianaâ€”war, hate,
and a callous disregard for the health of the Earthâ€”but her superhuman strength,
speed, bulletproof bracelets, and the famed Lasso of Truth have aided her in the quest
to bring order to humanity's chaotic ways. \n\nA warrior by birth and training, Wonder
Woman fights evil while hoping to unlock the potential of a humanity she doesn't
always understandâ€”and it is this mission that has driven her to work in close
concert with the Justice League. However, Wonder Woman's mission to promote peace on
Earth is sometimes complicated by the political machinations and familial
disagreements of her relativesâ€”the gods and personas of Greek mythology. It was a
message from her mother, Hippolyta, that eventually sent Wonder Woman to the realm of
Athanor. \n\nHippolyta had kept a secret from Diana her whole lifeâ€”a secret that now
threatened to tear Mount Olympus apart. Hippolyta confessed that she had a passionate
affair with Zeus; the resulting child was none other than Diana. But Wonder Woman had
no time to process the emotional uppercut she had just received, as she was attacked
by Hera, Zeus' jealous wife. The ensuing battle involved many of the gods, but Wonder
Woman was able to quell the fighting by binding Hera with her Lasso of Truth.
\n\nWonder Woman learned that Zeus had been missing from Olympus for some timeâ€”and
in his absence, the gods were at war with each other, vying for control of Olympus.
Zeus had left in search of the source of the gods' power: a star that was rumored to
exist at the center of the universe. \n\nKnowing that without peace on Olympus, Earth
and humanity would be threatened, Wonder Woman took it upon herself to find Zeus. But
Hippolyta cautioned that what she would find in Athanor would make all of her previous
challenges feel like child's play. There were gods in Athanor, with strange powers and
magic that would rival anything that Wonder Woman had faced. \n\nBut Athanor has never
seen a hero like Wonder Woman. And when she eventually finds Zeus, what he tells her
will have grave ramifications, not just for Olympusâ€¦ but Earth as well.
10505BDDB38CA531_## = Mt. Orphean
10A63C5985E38FF7_## = Lokheim
10C8B531B4C07017_## = 10 Sep
10CF0537FD6ECDA6_## = Super Dye
10EAC852200EC612_## = Ilumia and Marja studied under Edras together, and Ilumia envied
Marja's closeness with Volkath. When Volkath rebelled, it was convenient for Ilumia to
assent to the wishes of her people, imprisoning and torturing Marja.
10F8B2834433A85B_## = Max
114B992EAC528BE9_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
116638B159202584_## = The Hotshot
1174956D57601D3B_## = Firm like mountains, swift like the wind. This is the mark of a
martial artist. Join me, and we will make the Sungming Dojo great again!
11843BC1F4D01491_## = Keeps a list of people whom she wants to kill.
1189EA447F2C4F62_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
11930C1E6692B2F1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
119F4D9009858603_## = Scamming people with illusions
1202BE5CD2E6C459_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
1220D861FF458363_## = 180cm
123E2DF1D68933DF_## = Hates to be compared with Aleister.
126084BC2C247C7D_## = Preyta
129F4F469D01F48D_## = Cloud Palace, at the peak of Mt. Orphean.\n\nDark clouds had
been gathering at the peak of Mt. Orphean for weeks. Torrents of wind and rain
buffeted the temple, illuminated only by lightning that flashed across the sky from
time to time, a shining white sword against the darkness.\n\nIlumia and Aleister stood
before the sheer cliffs, seemingly unbothered by the storm. In front of them, the
ancient summoning circle glowed faintly. Sleeping in the middle was the deity that had
come into being with the thunder.\n\n"He is yours. Teach him well," said Ilumia with a
satisfied expression.\n\nAleister walked forward and gazed at the newly born young
man, who lay naked in a golden halo, his form perfect as though sculpted by a master
craftsman. Then he opened his eyes, and Aleister saw his own reflection in the young
man's golden eyes.\n\nThe young man smiled.\n\n"Greetings. I am Tulen."Hundreds of
years passed.\n\nTulen stepped onto the training grounds and saw his instructor
Aleister, reading a poem collection from some unknown bard. He glanced at the cover -
good, at least it was not the beastman from last time.\n\n"It's time,
teacher."\n\nAleister simply waved his hand without even looking up. "No lesson today.
Free time."\n\nTulen frowned. His outstanding talent needed no instruction, but he was
not happy at being ignored. He decided to cause some trouble.Lightning flashed before
Aleister's eyes, but he unconcernedly waved it away with his hand. "I told you, these
tricks don't work."\n\nBut it was not over yet. Tulen smirked, and a ring of lightning
appeared around him, which split into several bolts, each dashing towards Aleister
from a different direction.\n\nAleister quickly floated back several yards, avoiding
the attack, and his calm and nonchalant expression was replaced with anger. "What is
the meaning of this?"\n\n"Just a game, master. Would you play along?"\n\nIt was not
fun and games anymore, it seemed. Aleister put down his book of poems and faced Tulen.
"With my dear pupil? Of course."\n\nThe two men's gazes locked onto each other. Sparks
flew from their eyes, and the servants around scampered for cover, lest they be caught
in the wrath of their masters.\n\n"Enough games." Aleister was frustrated. Tulen was
too fast for him to catch, but the student's attacks bounced off the master
harmlessly. It was a meaningless exercise.\n\nAnd then everything changed.Countless
birds of lightning converged into a single ray of light, which Aleister did not manage
to avoid in time, and pierced his shoulder, and for the first time in his life,
Aleister felt the threat of death.\n\nThere was no time to tend to his wound. Aleister
chanted an ancient incantation, and suddenly the sunlit grounds became dark as black
clouds gathered. Green bars sprang from the earth around Tulen, trapping him within,
and electricity flowed through the bars, subjecting Tulen to extreme pain.\n\nBut even
as Tulen turned pale from the torment, a scornful smile appeared on his face.\n\n"What
a shame...I was so close, master."\n\nDark fury grew in Aleister's heart, and murder
crept into his mind. It had only been a few hundred years. He knew it would not be
long before his student took all that once belonged to him.\n\nAleister snapped his
fingers, and the electric prison disappeared, as did the clouds that blocked out the
sun.\n\nNo one saw dark clouds forming in his eyes.
12C55270C8CA1D15_## = Maloch swung, and his blade cut through the muscular chest of
the beastman before him with ease, and red blood splattered over the brown earth.
Maloch's foe had not even hit the ground before he started looking around for his next
mark.The battle had been raging for ten days. Unlike the human forces who had melted
away before the forces of Lokheim, the beastfolk and elves from the forests were
strong, organized, and willing to put up a fight, slowing the progress of the Lokheim
forces to a crawl.His foe's den was right there in front of him, so close that he
could almost reach out and touch it, yet it might as well have been on the other side
of the ocean. If the fires of Maloch's fury could take corporeal form, they would have
incinerated the Afata defenders before him."Damn you, elves! Damn you, beastmen! Damn
you all!" Maloch cursed, and he raised his weapon to charge at the stubborn foe."Is
this what you have in mind, Ilumia?"Volkath, Lord of Darkness, sat on his perch
overseeing the battlefield. His expression was calm, unflappable; only a single finger
tapping on his knee betrayed the agitation he felt.When the gods left the mortal
realm, the holy light lost much of its splendor. Seeing an opportunity, Volkath led
his legions out of the abyss, paving a path back to Athanor with blood and death.
Unprepared for war, the forces of Veda were quickly beaten back by Lokheim, retreating
to make their stand at the holy mountain of Orphean, leaving the common folk to be
slaughtered by the demonic forces.Just as victory seemed to be within grasp, however,
it was snatched away by the forces of the forests who came to the aid of Veda, a
stubborn wall that stood steadfast and refused to give way despite Volkath's worst
efforts."...we can wait no more. We cannot afford to give Veda the chance to
recover."Volkath rose from his seat. He had made a decision.Next morning, the legions
of Lokheim advanced again against the forest guardians. This time, however, Volkath
led the assault personally, cutting a bloody path through the defenders. His trusty
lieutenant Maloch was by his side, picking up where Volkath left off whenever the Lord
of Darkness slowed down to regain his strength.Just as it seemed the forces of Lokheim
were destined to triumph, an arrow cut through the air and straight into Volkath's
chest. It came from the bow of Telâ€™Annas the Elven Queen, blessed by the World Tree,
whose arrow sealed the battle's outcome.Yes, Maloch still stood tall on the
battlefield. Yes, the Lokheim forces still had strength of numbers. But Volkath was
more than a mere leader for Lokheim. The death of their lord shattered the morale of
the abyssal legions, and they were quickly sent into a rout by the defenders rallying
around their beautiful queen.This was the day that Lokheim was defeated and the dark
lord fell.This was the end of the First Lokheim Invasion.
12D45409E0A2B0D0_## = Omen Biography
1322D1BBCD01C39A_## = Organization of mages.
134079B8BBC45FF8_## = Arduin was the leader of mankind trained by the Veda.\n\nBrave
and perseverant, Arduin was the epitome of a great leader in the public's eye. His
speech was so affectionate and evoking, it attracted young and passionate rebel
warriors to join his legion, fighting for a higher goal.\n\nInstructed by the Veda,
Arduin once regarded Thane as his rival. He decided to fight Thane for honor, but won
Thane's admiration with his fearless combat style and confident tactics. After years
of collaboration, Arduin finally accepted Thane as an ally and their friendship grew.
\n\nThe duo was fundamental to the rebels' victory. The Fallen were forced to withdraw
their defense lines and retreat to Inferi. In the last battle, Arduin and Thane
quarreled for the first time in a long time. Arduin wanted to keep on battling, in
hopes of obliterating the dark forces and bringing back the long-awaited peace, while
Thane thought such an action would only devastate what they had achieved so
far.\n\nFailing to persuade him, Arduin abandoned Thane and, together with his
warriors and supporting VedÃ¤n squads, marched into Inferi to hunt down the remaining
Fallen and demons. Yet, Arduin's legion was misled to the Icy Terrain by the cunning
Veera. She ignited the frost fire, hoping to annihilate the entire legion. Feeling a
deep regret of his own decision, Arduin strode through the frost fire and created a
storm by swinging his axe, attempting to create a safe passage for his
warriors.\n\nThanks to Arduin's resourcefulness, a few soldiers managed to survive,
but many of their fellows perished in the unforgiving frost fire. Even Arduin himself
was scorched in battle, but was saved by the VedÃ¤-blessed armor. Despite the fact
that Arduin swung his axe blindly, he managed to kill any enemies who dared to come
close.\n\nVeera swiftly stepped in and stopped the Fallen from taking revenge. She
poured frost fire into Arduin's crippling body, rendering the holy seal of VedÃ¤
useless. Soon, Arduin's body was burned to ashes, and though his spirit remained, it
was marked with a dark seal by Veera. Freezing frost fire replaced the Holy Force and
became the sole driving force of the armor.\n\n"Those who lament the loss of Arduin
will never expect to see their legendary hero again like this!"
13452D52548432DD_## = Orphaned from birth and raised by the mercenaries' guild,
Butterfly soon proved their investment worthwhile, becoming one of the guild's best
mercenaries. Despite her youth, she had already completed dozens of difficult missions
for the guild, passing every challenge with flying colors.\n\nHer outstanding
performance led the Duke of Roses to hire her as bodyguard for the duke's young
granddaughter, Astrid; it did not hurt that Butterfly looked the part of a noble
lady's handmaiden as well.\n\nButterfly soon discovered, however, that this was no
ordinary bodyguard detail; when the legions of the Fallen besieged Rosenberg, Astrid
took up her sword and sallied forth to meet them in battle, triumphing against all
odds with Butterfly fighting at her side.\n\nThe victory brought fame and renown to
both Astrid and Butterfly. Today, Butterfly is perhaps the most famous mercenary that
the guild has ever produced.
1375065A7E0B3727_## = The religious leader of a tribe communicates directly with the
World Tree, and is also responsible for the tribe's cultural, educational, medical and
judicial duties.
13B0D694CBDCB81A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
13BFB5D3A45629AF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
13C3D52967D2B3C6_## = Forest High Priest
13C6442C602B9286_## = 01 Oct
13DB34CF756F2A74_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
13E9022758116DA1_## = Someone bullying you? Just say my name, and watch them run away.
1417FCF9F10BFE19_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
141C14F231CFB99E_## = The Incorruptible
141C7515E8512151_## = Original
142D1D41BB1649AC_## = Tulen Biography
1483BFBFAF6860DD_## = Crown Prince of the Helios Empire in the Eastern Desert, Murad
was revered by his people. He was entrusted with the Gem of Time, the symbol of the
empire's heir, and led the empire's armies on numerous expeditions. Even the cunning
and cruel Azzen'Ka dared not confront Murad, fearing the power of the Gem.\n\nBut
Murad's triumphs made him proud. He underestimated Azzen'Ka, and failed to capitalize
on the opportunity to eliminate a potential threat. Meanwhile, Azzen'Ka lied in the
shadows, covertly creating several crises that forced Murad to use the artifact,
depleting its power.\nFinally, the artifact cracked, exhausted by the abuse. At the
same time, Azzen'Ka began to enact the plan for his return.\nThe raging sandstorms
engulfed the Helios Empire. Weakened by the loss of the artifact, Murad could not
stave off the destruction of the empire, though there was enough power left for him to
escape, while Azzen'Ka's demon kingdom blocked out the blue skies of the Eastern
Desert.\n\nNow Murad wanders the desert alone, seeking a way to repair the artifact,
biding his time until the day he strikes back against Azzen'Ka and restores the
empire.
14A5153FF1D43311_## = Zanis
14A69AF31CCAD7BE_## = Mganga
14B8F70DDEEB656E_## = He was a mobile war machine complete with blood running through
his veins that was infused with demonic rage.\n\nSkud was Mganga's proudest creation.
Infused with demonic blood, he possessed an astounding destructive power and a thirst
for carnage to match. His powerful fists could shake the courage of anyone who
attempted to overthrow the dark rule. During the warring years, Skud was summoned to
serve as Preyta's subordinate and lead the Fallen to charge forward.\n\nThe battle for
the Castle of Alchemy proved to be the pinnacle of Skud's achievements. Even though he
had fewer than one hundred men, he successfully led them to break through the
mechanical defenses that were laid by Moen, the arms specialist. Then he single-
handedly destroyed ten alchemy puppets and fought his way into the castle interior. At
that moment, Omega, who had been undercover for some time, issued an order to attack.
Soon Skud and his men were flooded by a sea of steel.\n\nAs he watched the Castle of
Alchemy's defenses rise again and found himself surrounded by enemies, Skud became
infuriated beyond reproach. The demonic blood in his body started boiling and his
willpower was ignited. The iron blitz could not stall his progress. The strongest of
armor crumpled like paper under his fists. The enraged Skud managed to single-handedly
squash the enemy counterattack. Omega grabbed Moren and fled in panic, leaving Skud
and his Fallen followers to enjoy the bounty of treasures and resources left by the
army.\n\nWhen the battle finally ended, Skud got the reward he deserved: a set of
alchemy gloves forged by Moen himself. Mganga made some adjustments that allowed the
alchemy gloves to bond with Skud's demonic blood, giving him even more violent
destructive powers.\n\n"My blood boils in anticipation! "
14BEFCB542529150_## = Ishar and Veres
14DABCDFA1571CDF_## = Hayate's contact with Lokheim, who helped him infiltrate the
ancestral temple and aided his escape.
14DEC2FCB1CF33F3_## = Maloch
14E93314DA84C15E_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
14FD217EB851FD89_## = To the south of the Federation of the Free, the Red Sea takes
its name from the red mountains on its coast. The sea has come under Lokheim control,
but they have not been able to pass through the mountain range.
15125EC26A96A661_## = Kahlii Biography
152F53BD56B0B489_## = "My magic staff is getting rusty!"\n\nAfter completing the
journey to the west, Wukong earned the title, "Victorious Fighting Buddha" for all his
accomplishments, and he got to stay at PÅ«rva-videha to enjoy all the donations from
the mortals. However, such a peaceful life was not suitable for the restless Wukong,
who always thought about his days of adventuring on the Silk Road.\n\nWukong had
traveled thousands and thousands of miles by foot, and survived 81 tribulations. With
the staff in hand, he defeated countless fierce monsters, increasing the body count
along the way to the West. Wukong was never warm-hearted or well-behaved. Had he not
been on Gautama Buddha's leash, he would have gotten into fights every day, even after
becoming a god.\n\nWhen the crisis of Athanor spread to PÅ«rva-videha, Wukong knew
that it was the chance he had been waiting for. Pretending to investigate the crisis,
Wukong volunteered to head for Athanor, where he returned to his old self, alerting
all heroes to his presence.\n\nAs divinity tends to attract one another, Ilumia the
Seer was the first to converse with Wukong. By her invitation, Wukong became one of
the members of the Holy Hall and enjoyed the donations with the other deities. Ilumia
promised that Wukong would not be bound by rules as long as he did no harm to Veda. In
other words, Wukong could battle any enemy hero at any time.\n\n"I've been idle for
500 years. I can't wait any longer!"\n
153E4DF366F5F954_## = D'Arcy encountered Volkath in the void between dimensions, and
Volkath leveraged D'Arcy's power in order to return to Athanor. While they never
actually met, their souls left an indelible mark on each other's.
154180D40BC5A6DB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
155108EC80CA38EA_## = Hall of Judgment
157713679B1AE581_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
times
15A1C7E7B1C2B5AC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
164B6E018C2551DB_## = Taara Biography
1650772CF776BCF3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1695A34A24F28F9F_## = Established by the Magister's Council, the mission of the Magic
Academy of Carano is to identify and train young people who demonstrate a talent for
magic. The chancellor of the academy is Sephera.
1698CD5FB78A8D02_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
16B277D7A7B39E76_## = Elven Queen's Guard
16BDD6CFF2D16603_## = Duel
16EA06B2310832A5_## = 168cm
1748581A7789A9BA_## = On the ancient battlefield of Sunfall Valley, the Earth
Elemental Lumburr has torn up the ground outside the Lokheim wall, creating a small
hill by which the Okka troops climbed the wall.First up the wall was Captain Brandon,
who dreamed of joining the Silverwing Order as a knight on a mighty horse, but was
deemed too short. He persevered, however, and was finally selected into the
Shieldbearers, and was given the honor of leading the vanguard this day. Carrying a
short sword and a heavy shield that could stop the brunt of a cavalry lance, he was
charged with protecting not only himself, but his comrades as well.This day, however,
Brandon did not meet any attacks as he advanced, which made him uneasy. He climbed the
wall and saw beyond it ranks of the Corrupted standing below on the other side,
looking up at him with cold, impassive eyes.Brandon tried to signal a stop, but he
could not stop the momentum of thousands of men rushing up onto the wall. More and
more soldiers ascended the wall and saw the same scene as Brandon did, with more than
a few realizing that something was not right, yet there were even more soldiers
following behind them.Then, with a deafening boom, the wall collapsed. Black venom
began spreading along the collapsed ruin, seeping into the cracks of the soldiers'
armor. They felt no pain, just a little itching, but after a few minutes they began to
realize that the poison ate away at their body, skin, flesh, blood and bone, turning
them into the same corrosive venom.Soon the battlefield was filled with terrified
screams, as one by one the soldiers realized what was happening to them. The poison
may have numbed their pain, but not the horror of seeing one's body dissolve before
one's very own eyesMganga, architect of the trap, watched in satisfaction as panic
spread amongst the Okka ranks, and gave Preyta the sign to advance. Led by Skud, Taara
and Natalya, the Corrupted Legion marched towards the collapsed wall and launched
their counterattack. The remaining Okka troops, who had not yet scaled the wall and
were thus spared the fate of their comrades, threw down their weapons and fled."Hold
your ground!" Baldum bellowed, ordering his Hoofed warriors to form up in defensive
formation. He could not stop the rout, but he would not die with his back facing the
enemy. The Hoofed warriors followed the order without question, standing fast against
the oncoming Corrupted tide, the Cosmic Totem's light protecting them against the dark
corruption.The Corrupted Legion in their black armor swept aside the Okka lines, with
Baldum and his Hoofed regiment a lone rock against the storm. Some of the fleeing Okka
troops who still retained their wits about them desperately tried to reach Baldum,
knowing it was their only chance to survive.Watching all this from the air, Preyta
gnashed his teeth and barked a few orders. With a great roar Skud drove two massive
Hellhounds against where the Forest Guardians made their stand, eager to unleash
slaughter."Is THIS Lady Ilumia's plan?" Arthur's voice was low, but his fury was
palpable as he questioned a pale Klaus in the Forest Guardians camp. The besiegers had
become the besieged, and the exchange he had with Klaus was very much on Arthur's
mind.Klaus quietly removed his white robe, revealing a body of perfect proportion
beneath. "It is regrettable. I shall take it upon myself to fulfill my Lady's duty,
frail though I may be."Holy light surrounded Klaus, and he charged towards the rising
dark tide, glowing like the sun, no less glorious than Yorn who took down a Dark
Behemoth with three arrows."We must follow," said Tel'Annas. "We cannot turn back
now.Arthur turned to her, and there was a sly gleam in his eye. "Of course. I simply
wanted to gauge how much he was hiding. Lady Ilumia would not have assigned a mere
mortal to oversee such an operation."Tel'Annas allowed herself a small smile, but did
not meet Arthur's gaze. Instead she looked up at the crimson thundering sky.Tulen had
joined the battle as soon as the wall collapsed, but his lightning and thunder could
not pass the boundary set by Maloch's crimson blade - just like their battle a couple
of days ago.But Tulen could feel that Maloch's attacks were getting fiercer, to the
extent that it was almost reckless. The demon lord focus entirely on attack, ignoring
anything that did not interfere with his own attacks.Maloch had reason to be
confident. On the north side of the valley was Aleister, Tulen's former master,
preparing his enchantment in secret. Aleister knew Tulen better than anyone else, and
his enmity with his old pupil ran deep.The Corrupted Legion advanced towards the
Forest Guardians camp, the remnants of the routing Okka army before them.With Baldum
absent, the central force was commanded by Lindis, while behind them Arum gathered her
Clawed warriors,
174A682B51A61E15_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
174E221DFBE485BB_## = Bodrene
1786AEC7EEF38291_## = The Insatiable
178D1FD2A181136D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
17DF9678BB8D2689_## = Slimz Biography
180981AB539B44E6_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
1821022EBC5161FD_## = Makes peace with Marja when discussing matters of beauty.
1839DF62CB024FA1_## = Hungry Zip
186204EDC6193B34_## = I got paid yesterday and I already spent it all. Who should I
borrow from?
187E16EB9585B297_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
1891A661F9E4CC4A_## = 20 Apr
18A675A66DE4FBD4_## = Contrasting characters that complement each other
18AD1652479815FF_## = Marja
18B652CE38FFB1E7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
18EF10CA02A62889_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1914C4DEB7CC3CAD_## = 18 Jun
1940D62CA1AE4189_## = Section leader in the Hall of Gospel's choir
19448E4F5A98C314_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
times
1969DE8FBEBF3DEF_## = The Joker
19725F638D118C75_## = "Open your mouth."\n\n"Ah -" Zip did as he was told, letting his
pink tongue hang loosely on his teeth. He knew better than to disobey Mina, as she
slowly put the handle of her scythe into Zip's mouth, feeling from side to the side.
Zip's massive eyes rolled with the movement of Mina's arms, his throat rumbling."I...I
didn't steal any food these few days," said Zip uneasily. Mina simply nodded, and
after a while asked, "What makes the thing inside your stomach appear?"\n\nZip's eyes
rolled and he said, "Er...I remember the last time it appeared, I was in Mganga's lab,
stea - er, getting a snack."\n\n"So I should throw you into Mganga's lab?"\n\nZip
jumped and grabbed Mina's leg, begging, "No no no no no! Don't give me to that nutjob!
Please please please!"\n\n"Then spit it out. What is it?""Er..." Under Mina's hard
gaze, Zip finally folded. "Well...it appears whenever I'm hungry."\n\n"No food
starting tomorrow."\n\n"No no no no no! Don't let me go hungry! Please please
please!"\n\n"No food starting today."\n\nZip pressed his paws to his mouth and dared
say no more.\n\nThree days later, the armies of Lokheim were assembled in the
undercity. Zip patted his hungry stomach as he looked down at the endless legion of
Shadow Worms, Corrupted and Demons, and he had a bad feeling about this.\n\n"Take
these troops to where they need to go. In one piece," said Mina."I'm so hungry..." Zip
looked up with imploring eyes. "I'm not sure I can make it there without
starving..."\n\n"Lady Veera says you can eat all you want for a whole day once you
finish this mission."\n\nZip stopped. "Anything?"\n\n"Anything."\n\nZip's eyes grew
wide. "All that I want?"\n\n"All that you want," answered Mina. "Anywhere."\n\n"Yay!"
Zip jumped up and opened his mouth, revealing a tongue that had turned dark blue. He
sucked, and in a few second the Lokheim army had disappeared, vanished into the
dimensional portal in his mouth.\n\nZip's stomach swelled him and he felt intense pain
and nausea, but he kept sucking. He began to imagine Mganga on his knees begging, in
order to forget the pain.\n\n"You just wait, Mganga," thought Zip. "I'll eat your lab
dry!"
1990D13754EC0A0F_## = 12 May
199247503AC2D50B_## = The Demon Hunter
19A876BA22C6FF5B_## = 1 Jan
19D1D2A9427E61A0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
19F39F72C1C0656B_## = Veera Biography
19F619EA155CCE1B_## = She permits no mirrors or reflective objects in her quarters.
1A0345EE2C39BB7D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1A1965C506B6370D_## = Mina Biography
1A244BB5AAC8F7F0_## = Zanis
1A24B7EDBF43FCC6_## = Consists of members of the royal family, major lords, the
imperial guard and high officials.
1A2CC651526CEFFD_## = Chaugnar
1A3660381E08370D_## = Daughter of Landirr, High King of the Elves.
1A3965255961AB06_## = The First Demon
1A3D454A11DB65BF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1A41631BD3986036_## = The Glutton
1A50B7F7065DF4D4_## = Hates bugs, so any communication he has with Marja goes through
Veera.
1A58F98F73E57CE5_## = Until the day he faced the darkness in his soul, Enzo was merely
a humble executioner. The smell of blood tingled his senses, and he felt his pulse
begin to race, almost in ecstasy.\n"I...I'm sorry," Enzo stammered.\n"No need to feel
sorry, dog," sneered the sinner on the rack. He licked his lips and continued, "I've
blocked my senses with magic. Do your worse, pathetic worm..."\n"Oh, no, that's not
what I'm sorry for," replied Enzo. "I'm hoping that you could last just a little
longer...because torturing you gives me such joy."\nThe sinner's eyes went wide and he
began to struggle and yell, but not for long. The magic that prevented him from
feeling pain did not prevent him from falling unconscious from a loss of blood.\nIt
was not long before Veda gained a new inquisitor. In his new role, Enzo had the
authority to leave the temple and go after sinners and heretics where they
dwelled.\nAnd Enzo had Hayate, the traitor of Mist Island, fixed in his
sights.\n\nTraveling through Storm Valley, Hayate found his path blocked by an
unexpected visitor.\n"...a dog of Veda?" The man's back was to the rising sun, and
Hayate could not see his face. But the robes of a Veda inquisitor was plenty to put
him on guard, and bring back painful memories.\nEnzo simply bowed. "I have been
waiting for you, sir."\nSomething was not right - Hayate turned sideways out of sheer
instinct, just enough to avoid a strange blade that glanced off his pauldrons.\n"Alas,
I guess it wasn't going to be so easy." Enzo's voice was calm and emotionless; he
might as well have been discussing the weather with the man he just barely failed to
kill. Hayate, on the other hand, was on full alarm now, searching his memory for a
recollection of that strange blade he just saw, which was unlike any weapon. And he
quickly realized the answer - it was tool for torture and execution, more suited to a
chamber of horrors than to a battlefield.\nThe smell of blood was bone-chilling, even
to a veteran of many battles like Hayate. Who was this man? Hayate braced himself,
meeting the unknown assailant's assault.\nFor some time Hayate was on guard, but
Enzo's attacks were neither particularly fast or powerful. Feeling that he had seen
all that Enzo had to offer, Hayate prepared to counterattack. The narrow valley was a
poor place to leverage his ninja skills, and so Hayate slowed his steps, drawing Enzo
into his ideal range.\nIn that instant, everything changed.\nA thin blade grazed
Hayate - no matter, little more than a shallow flesh would, thought Hayate. An instant
later, however, the blade began to cling to his would, biting into his flesh like a
bloodthirsty beast.\nIn that instant Hayate felt a change come over Enzo - gone was
the noble and elegant gentleman, replaced by an incessant, banal thirst for blood. And
Hayate realized too late the hidden nature of his foe, which had made his instincts
uneasy.\nShackled by Enzo's tools, there was no escape for Hayate. Enzo's execution
had begun. \n"Your legs are yours no more!" Sharp blades cut Hayate's ankles, not
enough to sever them completely, but enough to disintegrate the flesh and tendons
supporting them. This was punishment by Maiming.\n"Pay for your treachery in flesh and
blood!" Tiny blades cut cross Hayate's body, each one but a shallow wound, yet slowly
and surely rending his flesh and blood from his body. This was Death by a Thousand
Cuts.\n"Off with your head, your sins consummated!" As Hayate fell to his knees, down
came Enzo's tools, preparing to sever the ninja's head. This was Death by
Decapitation.\nAt death's door and through all his pain, Hayate's mind was clearer
than ever, and deep inside he scorned the man for his audacity. \nDid he fancy himself
a god?\nFor who was responsible for the troubles of this despicable world, if not the
gods himself?\nAnd in his eagerness to kill, Enzo did not notice Hayate's lips move,
or the renegade ninja's arms gathering the last bit of his strength towards his
fingers...
1A60F8EDB91CA0DF_## = Yena was shocked to find that the unkempt vagabond before her
was the same young man as the glorious prince whom she once saw from a distance. This
changed Yena's opinion of the noble class, and reignited her hope in the future of the
desert.
1A999F82857CE186_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1AA68B68A8970ED8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1AA90A9E13273502_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1ABC27EEDED0A8BE_## = Subservience
1B2B0FAC7AB063A5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1B548F959D6E295B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1B557B562FA6218B_## = When was Richter's Demon Hunter squad purged?
1B6C4B5736E504AD_## = Mt. Orphean
1B6E960EA22C5A0C_## = Magister's Council
1BAB81A57EEB60F5_## = When Eland'orr was a child he made a grave mistake that sent
Tel'Annas into a long slumber. When the queen awoke she summoned Eland'orr to her
presence, after which Eland'orr embarked on a long journey across Athanor.
1BDF41F6BEDC798E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1C1F1EAEEA278B84_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1C3C832DECD4D127_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
1C49C9B481E76583_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1C65DC1F0615E5E1_## = Your corpses will pave the way for my return.
1C6AD803180708BC_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
1C75A776A6394247_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1C8FB2B4605B202F_## = Peura Biography
1C9F5C88C72E958D_## = Omen bows to no one, except Maloch. The fact that Maloch says
nothing about his habits and always gives Omen a rich supply of fresh prey probably
has something to do with it...
1CC58CAAB3B3A0F6_## = Kindred spirits whose souls resonate
1CE63001DE1653E7_## = Royal Council
1CE7C415698F5377_## = Ormarr
1CEF6489816DD0D4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
1D06826AE66DCD62_## = Lu Bu Biography
1D2EBBD12BCD6675_## = A master of manipulation.
1D38963AE77119EF_## = Federation of the Free
1D705045B915CA86_## = Valhein
1D7B07B0CCA46FCF_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
1DD91D11921BD40F_## = There are many stories about him, but no one knows which ones
are true.
1DDA218B635EDB0E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1DDBD765361313D9_## = Hayate
1DECC8948E71AE84_## = The Flash
1E27E7B3D99504AD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1E28B8235A05467F_## = Abyss Breeder
1E2FF06D2BBBC8CF_## = Life is about breathing, eating and sleeping.
1E7EDD321DAF5383_## = TeeMee
1E917A2E2C50AB8A_## = King of Norman
1EAA88038F35E2F8_## = Afata
1EB435087C5648F0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1EBC3DF292471614_## = In some ways, Alice's existence is a major threat to Thane's
authority. Nevertheless, Thane cares deeply for his younger sister, and Alice repays
his love with implicit trust, serving as the bridge between Norman and Veda.
1ED4BBBEE9FFD180_## = Krizzix was the most pure-blooded descendent of the Hidden, and
that alone destined him for greatness, yet he was a free spirit who was also lazy,
which troubled the elders. They tried to make him high priest in-waiting, in order to
increase his sense of responsibility, but Krizzix's response was to leave his tribe,
preferring a life in exile than to be tied down by the post of high priest.\n\nOn his
journeys Krizzix met Y'bneth, creator of Verno Forest. They quickly struck up a
friendship, and Krizzix stayed with Y'bneth, learning to harness his talents and hide
himself in plain sight.\n\nWith the position of high priest of the Hidden now vacant,
Krizzix's people seek him out as the successor. But if Krizzix does not wish to be
found, he will not be.
1F25BAC806ECB68F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
1FC4C61490327A0B_## = Furball's Journey
1FCAC15F54635517_## = The Cathedral is the central authority of Veda, located halfway
up Mt. Orphean. It is under Ilumia's direct authority, with bishops and other
officials under her command responsible for various affairs of the temple.
1FCF422C85F1A313_## = "I am chaos incarnate!"\n\nChaugnar was an ancient mammoth that
was corrupted by the energy of chaos, which transformed him into his current monstrous
form. The chaos had not only changed Chaugnar's appearance, but also warped his mind.
In his eyes, existence was merely a constant battle between chaos and order. Life,
rules, logic, emotions, and faith meant nothing to him.\n\nAny unfortunate souls to
come before this sinister being would cower when struck with a feeling more terrifying
than the mere meaning of the term. If it hadn't been for a gifted human, who lured
Chaugnar into a trap and sealed him in the depths of the Black Sea, this world would
have been lost long ago.\n\nYet, the power of chaos could never be exterminated
completely. All that a human could do is to fight to weaken Chaugnar, mitigating the
threat he posed. However, everyone knew that Chaugnar would eventually break out from
his shackles, and his fury would rain upon every corner of this world.\n\n"I will make
you watch as this world is devoured by chaos!"
1FDEC5AF77DE107D_## = The leader of a tribe, responsible for a tribe's survival,
migration, and other military and political matters.
20179DFDA88338C4_## = Takes to poetry on sleepless nights.
201DAF2721B16257_## = The story of how Tel'Annas fell Volkath with an arrow is the
stuff of many songs and stories, much to her chagrin.
20681BC342BCF077_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
20812FAF8B2120F2_## = Who cut off Maloch's wings?
209545F70EA62156_## = Lokheim
20B2CD7A060714BE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
20BD4C2D80277F5E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
20E9EE88BDC66309_## = Enzo was overjoyed to receive orders to hunt down Hayate,
traitor to the faith. This was rare prey, one whom he intended to savor...
20F2645BEBE552DD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2102E9F1688BD1AB_## = but he focused every last bit of his strength into completing
the ritual to exile his former master into another dimension."No, D'Arcy - you're
coming with me!"An explosion without fire shook the marsh, a temporal shockwave that
sent ripples through time and space. The tall fir's branches trembled and swayed.Then
- nothing. Neither Lorion nor D'Arcy was anywhere to be found, and only the leaves of
the fir tree continued to sway gently in the evening breeze, as though nothing had
happened.
2104C6CF325BEE56_## = 20 Jul
213740BCD90D5AD0_## = Arum
216AF31A3C3FE51C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2179413EAA6D4DE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
219FF945A6D2C494_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
21C4376F8E9C6B9F_## = Omen
21CE448DB1FB667E_## = Beyond the mountains west to Elborne Woods is the wild unknown
lands of Dagon Forest. It is said that no animals dwell there, only plants that talk.
21DFE583E18B3000_## = Space and time are the fabric in which this world exists. They
are also a source of supreme power. However, none of the known systems of magic have
spells capable of harnessing the power of space-time. Only the Andura Stone can
contain the intangible power of space-time, and allow people to harness it.\n\nWith
the aim of acquiring this power, Murad's ancestors journeyed deep into the desert to
look for fragments of Andura. However, Murad's ancestors were able to outsmart
Azzen'Ka and acquire the fragments. They used the fragments to forge an extremely
powerful weapon that could manipulate space and time, and built a new empire in the
desert with its power.\n\nWhen Murad came of age, he inherited the weapon from his
father and officially became the heir apparent. He led the imperial army on many
expeditions, eliminating dangerous creatures and expanding the empire. This eventually
threatened the authority of Azzen'Ka who was furious after discovering the truth
behind Murad's weapon. But Murad paid Azzen'Ka no mind. As long as he had the weapon,
Azzen'Ka couldn't hurt him.\n\nAzzen'Ka was forced to parley with Murad, and
capitulate to the demands of the imperial prince. Murad gladly accepted his enemy's
willingness to surrender, and missed the golden opportunity to rid the empire of a
potential threat once and for all. No power lasts forever, and Azzen'Ka understood
this only too well. From the shadows, he manufactured multiple crises that forced
Murad to use his weapon to defend the fledgling empire.\n\nOveruse of the power
accelerated the Andura Stones' decay and, unable to withstand the burden, the weapon
developed numerous cracks through which the power of space-time leaked. This efflux
greatly weakened Murad's ability to fight, and Azzen'Ka seized the opportunity to
conjure a mighty sandstorm that completely engulfed the once prosperous empire. The
weapon only had enough power to protect Murad himself, so after a plea by his father,
he escaped the catastrophe.\n\nBut he did not give up. He covered his handsome face
and became a solitary desert ranger, seeking a way to repair his weapon while
accumulating the strength to confront Azzen'Ka. Murad firmly believes that as long as
he has his weapon, he will one day be able to kill Azzen'Ka and restore the honor and
glory of his empire.
224B931F33151C50_## = Elven Queen
2276F2D8111ECCA8_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
22797A1DF230B4EE_## = "Let's start again from the beginning. What is your
name?""D'Arcy.""Who are you?"A mage.""How did you get here?""I'm not sure...it seems
to have been the result of a violent reaction between two different schools of
magic."...This was the seventh time that Volkath had asked these questions, and still
the answer he sought eluded him.A single arrow from the bow of Telâ€™Annas fell
Volkath in the battle of Sunfall Valley. Though his flesh was destroyed, his soul
escaped his disintegrating body and survived, if only barely.Without a body binding it
to the mortal plane, however, Volkath's shattered soul plummeted uncontrollably
through dimension after dimension, until he finally regained enough power to stabilize
his existence, whereupon he found himself lost in this strange and unfamiliar
plane.With neither sun nor moon to guide him, Volkath knew not the passage of time.
But he knew that his strength faded bit by bit as he drafited along in the great
emptiness of the void, and eventually he would fade away into oblivion, be it a matter
of months, years or centuries.Volkath pondered the option of tearing a rift in the
fabric of space and returning to Athanor that way, but he was less than certain that
he still had the power to do so, or whether his broken soul could survived the ordeal.
So he lay dormant, waiting for an opportunity.And now, he found his opportunity.It was
convenient that D'Arcy was still unconscious from the cursed placed on him by Lorion.
D'Arcy's soul answered Volkath's every question with perfect honestly, with no
understanding of the situation it was in.Volkath's questioning was meticulous and
thorough. This was his chance to return to Athanor, perhaps the only chance. He must
be absolutely certain of the reliskill of this vessel. Volkath had already died once;
he could not afford to be careless.For now, Volkath must secure the present, and
ensure the survival of this human. D'Arcy's life was hanging by a thread, the deadly
curse laid upon him by Lorion eating away at his very flesh. That he had not already
turned into a corpse was a testament to his many years of magical training, and the
Power of Genesis that he wielded, no less potent than Lorion's Black Magic.Time had
begun to move again for Volkath. He willed himself into a physical form, and began to
weave magical patterns, far simpler yet far more powerful than any symbol of Black
Magic that D'Arcy would have known in his own experience with the art. For simplicity
was the essence of sophistication, a lesson well-learned by Veda and Lokheim in their
millennia of existence, but which had yet to be fully grasped by the fledging race of
man.Slowly the dark energy that had been eating away at D'Arcy was drawn out from
within him and converged upon Volkath, absorbed by the dark lord to strength his own
existence. Volkath did not save D'Arcy out of the kindness of his heart, of course;
this influx of dark energy was his first since he became trapped in this forsaken
void.With D'Arcy's life secured for the immediate present, Volkath now turned his
attention to how best to use the mage. He could, of course, simply squash D'Arcy's
soul like a bug and claim the body for his own, but the human flesh was so fragile
that it was doubtful whether it could hold Volkath's powerful soul at all without
disintegrating into dust, even broken as Volkath was in his current state. More
importantly, even if he managed to take over D'Arcy's body, Volkath was unsure if the
power of dimensions would become his to wield.Volkath understood well the nature of
D'Arcy's power, the power over dimensions that the mage wielded. At the peak of
Volkath's own power, he was himself capable of traversing the dimensions, yet it was
by brute force that he did so, tearing a rift in the fabric of space and time with his
unimaginable dark powers. But to manipulate that fabric directly - that was beyond
even Volkath's skill. He had never even imagined that it was possible at all, much
less by the weak and feeble race of humans.Volkath mused in wonder at how these puny
ants could discover and touch the very nature of existence itself. And what a pity it
was, that they remained so frail and weak! He must help the pathetic creature, then,
if he was to return home."...where am I?" D'Arcy felt his senses return as he opened
his eyes. He remembered being struck with Lorion's dark curse just as he exiled his
former mentor from this world - and nothing more. Yet now he was here, and not only
was he seemingly unharmed, he felt more powerful than he ever had been.He looked
around and found himself floating in the emptiness, the void between worlds, and
quickly recognized it. Was it this place that boosted his powers? D'Arcy reached
inside and felt magic rushing through his veins, more substantial and with greater
purity than he had ever experienced.D'Arcy thought back to the tales of old, legendary
mages and heroes who through some serendipitous encounter had acquired ancient
artifacts or gained amazing ne powers, aiding them on their rise to greatness. And so
it seemed that he, too, had just had such an encounter.The stuff of legends, eh -
D'Arcy thought to himself. But the thought of fame and glory was fleeting, for
sufficient unto the day was the evil thereof. There was no telling how much time had
passed since he was thrown into the outer realms - it could have been hours, days,
even years. Dirak and Sephera must be waiting.D'Arcy moved his hand, and drew a
familiar pattern. The door of dimensions opened before him, and he stepped through
into the world beyond - the world from which he came from.
227F90A7FFDE8666_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
229C589536201ADD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
22A6CBF84AFCCF9E_## = Undercity
22A861C089F257E4_## = Surprisingly clean and tidy in his habits at home.
22BC79D4FBBAD2A3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
22C51750B89C5A6B_## = Lokheim
22C52FD8DBDB885D_## = Located south of Elborne Woods, the Seine Peninsula is the base
from which the elves control the Southern Sea. With Boiling Sea and Silent Sea having
been invaded by Lokheim, the Seine Peninsula has become an important military
stronghold.
231D535084E7517C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2327C03A2DFDD1B6_## = Cresht Biography
232F9F0176764527_## = Traveling Companions
233B3251C69F1A8D_## = Zill Biography
2341ED4E0579CC1D_## = The Man of Steel
23698F0B77C3E857_## = Kingdom of Norman
238BC581C5BCEB57_## = Daughter of Landirr, High King of the Elves, Tel'Annas showed an
incredible talent for archery from a very young age. Her father granted her Morning
Star, greatest of the elven bows, and entrusted the forest and its people to
her.\nWhen the fire of Landirr's life went out Tel'Annas took the throne, becoming the
leader of the Afata Alliance. In the First Lokheim Invasion, it was an arrow from
Tel'Annas' bow that pierced the heart of Volkath, bringing down the dark lord and
ensuring the victory of Order, yet the power of darkness also overcame her, and she
fell into a deep slumber.\nRoused from her slumber in time for the Second Lokheim
Invasion, Tel'Annas led Afata to ally with the League of Humans and Veda, joining
forces against Lokheim.\nWith Volkath's resurrection imminent, Tel'Annas has retreated
to Afata with her people, preparing themselves for the coming storm...
23ABE1DB26022C86_## = Teacher and Student
23E59BD42E67545A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
23F909AF0451E4D4_## = Dark Lord Reborn
23FE4C67F3354754_## = Loves strength training.
24403D5B86447857_## = I am Veera, Queen of the Night.\nProve that you are the best,
the most cunning, most ruthless,\nthen you may kneel before me, and fight in my name.
245E54F798AEC614_## = Kingdom of Norman
2492158C5C05350C_## = Chapter 3
249D0A759DF408D9_## = Xeniel
24BC80C5904F737F_## = Was it you who woke me from the void?\nIs it you who will join
me in slaughter?\nYou are the whisper of death,\nwhich relishes in blood and carnage.
24E172004052CFE9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
250DFD67EC9BDC8C_## = 185cm
2514C97FD0340C29_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
25183404E3A673EE_## = 5 Aug
251C295205BD6B7D_## = Wisp Biography
254ECA71160689D4_## = Richter just got paid for escorting a caravan. What will he do
next?
25559A2ED8B5255A_## = Military and legal
2564654035BF2E1D_## = The entrance to Lokheim on Moonlit Plains was occupied by
abyssal beasts. Krizzix and two others approached it stealthily, under the cover of
vegetation.\n\n"Quiet!" Krizzix stopped. He had heard the rustling of footsteps on
fallen leaves. It was Kil'Groth, who huffed and swept the leaves aside with his foot.
Krizzix frowned and sighed. He would not have taken such a bothersome chore, if not
for his promise to his old friend, Y'bneth."Stay here. I'll scout ahead," whispered
Krizzix. No protests. The other two members of the squad were not exactly happy about
Krizzix being in charge of the operation, but Krizzix was clearly the best at moving
without being seen. He moved out from cover and disappeared into the
surroundings.\n\n"Are we just gonna stay here?" Slimz took out a bottle of fruit juice
- Federation-made - and handed it to Kil'Groth.\n\nKil'Groth emptied the bottle in one
gulp, burped, and said, "any ideas?""While Ol' Bother's gone, we go and take one of
'em back alive. Maybe we'll find something..." Slimz grinned. He knew he had Kil'Groth
hooked, for the latter could never resist an opportunity to make some extra cash, even
though they were here on an official mission. And there was no shortage of buyers for
the carcasses of abyssal beasts in the Federation.\n\nHaving made up their mind,
Kil'Groth and Slimz slowly crept towards the Abyssal beasts roaming on the edges. Then
one of them awoke with an earth-shaking roar, almost causing Krizzix to jump from his
hiding spot. The next thing he saw was a dark blue figure engaging the beast."Damn
those idiots!" Krizzix cursed and dashed towards the battle. He had to get those two
fools out of the fray before abyssal beasts surrounded them.\n\nKrizzix was quick, but
not before the other beasts awoke, surrounding Slimz and Kil'Groth in a fury of claws
and fangs.\n\nKrizzix did not join in the fray, but rather circled around the battle
to get behind the beasts. Frontal combat was not Krizzix's forte, but there was a
reason why he was appointed leader of this expedition, and a vortex of magical
energies soon began to form.\n\n"Hey! Over here!" The abyssal beasts did not have much
time to be surprised by Krizzix's sudden appearance, for they soon found themselves
dragged into the air by the vortex.\n\n"Quick! I can't keep them up there for long,"
yelled Krizzix as he made his way to his squad and cast a magic halo that covered the
three of them, completely camouflaging them. "Follow me, and let's get the hell out of
here."
257EAAC4D71F614D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2615B32A3286D5AD_## = Seine Harbor
2651407B752B7C97_## = Jinnar Biography
2667B1D8E12574B7_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
between Okka, Norman and Verno Forest, and it borders the Moonlit Plains. The tunnels
beneath lead into the Abyss.
2679AA23A460E953_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
267DED392AD512BF_## = Krixi
267FCE9492EDBEB2_## = Tulen
2691045D1B3AF8B1_## = The entrance to the Abyss is a gap in the earth between the
northern and southern hemispheres of Athanor. The southern hemisphere is a frozen land
where the sun does not shine. Most of the demons live deep in the Abyss, kept warm by
rampant dark energy.
26B0C5D8F0A54609_## = Pink
26C3CFD625AC2BE2_## = Hayate
2755321A56792325_## = Located south of Black Rock Redoubt, Nightmare Fort is the
center of Lokheim's magical research, transforming humans and other creatures into
powerful mutants. The screams coming from its depths never stop.
280F19B8C301459B_## = Grakk was known for his brutality. As the executioner, he
shackled imprisoned souls, and tore open the offending souls with his teeth to torture
them. He had to pay a steep price for this though. The price was that he could no
longer digest any food other than souls. He needed to devour souls to satisfy his
constant hunger. \n\nTo stave off hunger during times of peace, he had to ask for help
from Zephys and Nakroth; the former harvested souls while the latter passed judgment.
All guilty souls became his food. After the war broke out, in return for Grakk's
strength, Maloch promised Grakk that he could do whatever he wanted with the enemies
he captured.\n\nThe never-ending feast turned Grakk into a war maniac. With every
fresh soul consumed, his power grew. He turned all of the things he could not eat into
the Fallen to capture more food for him.\n\n"Iâ€¦ hungerâ€¦"
2814D4192EF9E764_## = Afata
281BD0C8AA4BC24A_## = Annette
283AED0198EA9A35_## = Omen
284491824BE55BB4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
28A43E72BB3C209D_## = Wisp
28B201631E5B7482_## = Chapter 11
28B85DB73C90380A_## = Volkath
28CDC19E79933AC5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
28E88273DB6D0F94_## = D'Arcy
28FBFC9396B326D7_## = Sunfall Valley
290C0FBD781FB4E5_## = 180cm
29214D44870E4E02_## = Once a humble seaside village on the southern border of Okka,
Ostia's location made it an ideal port for the burgeoning maritime trade. Today, it is
Okka's wealthiest and most important port city.
292722AEA4787824_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2971AF305615BE7E_## = 1 Jan
2971D2A9CEF650F3_## = Wonder Woman
29778862FB565D83_## = The cycle charge was a tactic commonly used by heavy cavalry,
but it typically took time for a cavalry formation to regroup and reform before they
could charge again.Not so the Blood Knights, which not only kept an unfathomably tight
formation in their charge, but also seemed to have the uncanny skill to change
direction on a dime, charging time after time in close succession, without losing the
slightest bit of cohesion. Back and forth they mowed through the Silverwing ranks, and
one after another the Okka knights fell.The cries of horses waned, while the roar of
hellsteeds waxed. The Blood Knights replaced their horses with these native creatures
of the abyss when they joined Lokheim. Slightly smaller than Shor horses, these fierce
creatures had an incredibly tough constitution, sharp fangs and claws, and could be
trained to be far more disciplined than even the best horse.That was not to say that
Shor horses were necessarily inferior, for they were bigger and stronger, but the
Blood Knights also had the edge in skill and tactics, and they utilized the terrain to
great effect. Shaken and in disarray, the Silverwing knights had no hope of mounting
an effective resistance.The Order of Silverwing consisted of the best knights in the
Kingdom of Okka. But the Blood Knights dominated the rest of the Okka army in their
mortal lives, and their transformation in Lokheim only made them stronger and faster,
and they tore through the Silverwing knights and their Hoofed allies like hot knife
through butter.Harold had seen many battles, and his fair share of defeats among them.
But he never felt such sheer hopelessness as he watched men and Hoofed fall one by one
before his eyes.Once more the Blood Knights turned, and the Silverwing knights, though
battered, rallied to Harold's banner and stood their ground. Not one man tried to
flee, even under such desperate circumstances.Harold turned to his second-in-command
and said sternly, "Herbert, go and tell the prince what happened!""But captain!"
Herbert tried to protest.Harold did not give him the opportunity to do so. The highly
respected captain of the royal guard grabbed the younger knight's shoulder and said,
"Listen, boy! I don't need you here, but I need you to bring word back to Lord Arthur,
or die trying. Do you understand?"Herbert gulped and nodded. Harold gave him a shove
so hard that even the big and strong Shor horse stumbled."Now get the hell out of
here."Then the older knight's eyes softened, and he added, "If you make it, tell my
wife and children I love them."He and the rest of his knights raised their swords high
and faced their doom, before they were swept beneath the blood red wave.The Silverwing
knights were annihilated that day, along with 300 Hoofed warriors.Herbert made about a
mile before he was overtaken by Nakroth. He fell with his eyes wide staring into the
south, towards the ancient battlefield that Arthur was about to advance into....Arthur
and the rest of the Okka and allied forces marched across the western plains of
Sunfall Valley, towards the ancient battlefield.While Arthur and Klaus spoke, the
guards formed a wide ring around them, preventing their conversation from being
overheard."Time to drop the charade, Klaus," said Arthur."What do you mean, my
prince?" Klaus smiled.Arthur showed no anger on his impassive face and spoke matter-
of-factly. "Are we really here to stop Volkath's resurrection, or does Lady Ilumia
have other plans? If it was the former, an assault by a few Archons would do more than
an army like this. If it was the latter, I deserve to know what they are."Klaus looked
at Arthur with surprised eyes. "Why would you think so, my prince? You yourself saw
the battle between Maloch and Lord Tulen. Lokheim's defenses are not so easily
breached.""Enough." Arthur waved off Klaus' explanation. "Yes, I saw the battle and I
could tell that Lord Tulen was not supporting our attack, but simply preventing Maloch
from interfering. Same for Lord Enzo and Lord Jinna - they were merely here to hold
off Zephys, not help the army."Klaus was silent as Arthur continued, "We both know
that the fate of Okka is inextricably linked with Veda's." He looked the priest in the
eye. "Lady Ilumia's word is my will. But I deserve to know this - what exactly are we
fighting for?"Klaus sighed. "I'm sorry, my prince, but I am not at liberty to tell you
all that I know. All I can say is this: We are not sending warriors to die in vain,
but hoping to force Lokheim to commit their full strength. Whether it is the demons or
Corrupted that you face, you must face them head-on and give all that you have, at any
cost. Lady Ilumia will take care of the rest.""At any cost?" Arthur frowned and he
glared at Klaus."At any cost," answered Klaus firmly.
2982F8122DC79BDE_## = Battle of Rime Pass
298C9E08C75ADD20_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
298EAED795D87A4D_## = Nightfall is when Annette's work of the day begins.\n\nMagic
wand? Check. Crystal ball? Check. Energizing potions? Checkâ€”those had become a
necessity ever since she nodded off that one time in the middle of the night. Fully
prepared, Annette exited her minimalist but cozy attic and emerged under the starry
night skies, where she silently surveyed the sleepy little seaside town.\n\nSeasoul
Town is surrounded by the ocean on three sides. For the past few decades, typhoons and
tsunamis had been abundant due to the weather changes brought by the currents and the
Abyssal Rift. The fishermen had been praying for decades that the Magic Council would
send over a powerful sorcerer to aid them, yet the few sorcerers remaining never had
time for this border town with its meager population, especially when the frontline in
the south was facing increasingly severe attacks. The town had, therefore, become a
location for apprentice sorcerers to try their hand at magic instead.\n\n"The
fishermen here need me!"\n\nInstead of choosing to intern with the Humans or in
another prosperous city, Annette arrived alone at Seasoul Town. Having studied Wind
Magic and Astrology, this apprentice sorcerer was an excellent choice for dealing with
the weather problems. She was capable of spotting even the smallest signs in the
complicated stars to predict typhoons, and could easily notify the fishermen to be
prepared before weather disasters occurred.\n\nHowever, what the fishermen were really
looking for was a legendary sorcerer who could repel disasters with their magic, which
Annette was notâ€”she couldn't technically even use her magic, in fact, for
apprentices were not permitted to do so outside of Academy grounds. Therefore, instead
of a respectable sorcerer, the fishermen saw Annette as a silly girl who spouted
nonsense, even if her weather predictions over the past fifty days had always been on
the spot, with only two incorrect forecasts marring her records.\n\nOne of those
errors occurred on a sunny day, where she predicted a storm. The fishermen, boats
parked and windows barred, stayed inside for the whole day, until the sun came up the
next morning, and they realized Annette was incorrect.\n\nThe other time was when
Annette fell asleep at midnight. The night sky showed signs of sunny weather before
she dozed off, and she did not see the changes in the stars during her exhausted
slumber. The storm came the next evening and the fishermen on their way back to shore
were caught off guard, struggling in the waves with their boats of fresh catches.
Fortunately, the storm was not a big one, and Annette was able to help a little to
compensate for her mistake. It was a bit of a scare for everyone, but at least there
were no casualties.\n\nThe two mistakes, however, led to multiple complaints against
Annette. As the Academy was an educational organization directly under the Council, it
was important for them to uphold the honor and credibility of both the Council and the
school itself. The professors, therefore, sent orders for Annette to return to school
and retake her classes.\n\nAs a result, this was Annette's final night at work.\n\nIf
you asked Annette, she didn't exactly like the idea of leaving. Though the attic she
was staying in, hastily provided by poor fishermen, was much less comfortable than the
Academy dorms, she felt at home there. What's more, before arriving in town, she
promised herself to use her magic to help those in need, and she still hadn't quite
fulfilled that promise yet.\n\nAs a novice, Annette actually did quite a good job.
Astrology is no simple subject, and a 4% error rate was rather impressive. However,
Annette herself understood that a 4% error rate on paper was completely different from
a 4% error rate in real life. To the fishermen, the 4% error rate could mean
death.\n\nGazing up into the night sky, dotted with stars big and small, Annette
recalled the encounter years ago.\n\nIt was night, and Annette was in the library. She
was the only one there, besides a lady with kind eyes. She knew she had to study hard,
for despite excelling in Magic Theory, she was failing her field courses, and failing
badly. At the end of the semester, she was the only one in her entire class who still
could not cast a proper magic spell. This, she was all too aware, could very well get
her expelled.\n\nShe tried to seek answers in books, but nothing seemed to help.
Seeing the encouraging eyes of the lady, she finally decided to ask her for
advice.\n\n"I once had a friend who was horrible at Magic Theoryâ€”yet he's one of the
best sorcerers I've ever met," the lady said.\n\nAnnette stared, mouth agape.\n\nThe
woman smiled. "Like you, I was shocked, so I spied on him to see how he usually
practices his magic. And what do you think I saw? My friend was dancing in the flames,
much like a fire-loving fairy. He danced with abandon, as if the flames were his whole
world."\n\n"True magic is not simply words. Burying yourself in books all day will not
bring you closer to the truth. You should become friends with magic so that it is
willing to help you when you need it."\n\nYears later, Annette finally found out the
identity of that mystery woman at an award ceremony. Sephera was one of the founders
of the Magic Council, and a legend. As Annette accepted the trophy from Sephera, the
lady's wise words were replaying in her head: "Become friends with magic, and use it
to help the people in need."\n\nThat was what originally brought Annette to Seasoul
Town.\n\nAll of a sudden, there seemed to be something going on in the stars. Annette
watched on in horror when the darkest Death Star, for a brief second, shined pale
purple and faded away again. Just a mere second, but Annette's sharp eyes managed to
capture it. A tempest was brewingâ€”a tempest born from the Rift far away was
gradually taking over the oceans.\n\nRuthless. Deadly.\n\n"My friend, I need your help
now!" With impending doom on the horizon, Annette opted to ignore the orders of the
Academy. She hopped onto her broom and soared towards the storm like a fearless
knight.\n\nThe next morning, the fishermen awakened to see their boats in tatters.
Annette laid on the ground, completely exhausted. Though the townspeople did not see
Annette's courageous actions, they could still guess from the sight in front of them
what she had been through the previous night. "What a great sorcerer!" they said.
Being ignorant, they had almost sent away their most loyal allyâ€”but luckily she was
still right here with them.\n\nThere was still time, though, to repent.\n\nThe
apprentice sorcerer, there to replace Annette, was told to leave by the fishermen. He
had no idea what was happening, but the Mayor gave him a handwritten letter of
gratitude, complete with the handprints of all the fishermen, to bring back to the
Academy. The Mayor not only praised Annette for what she had done, but also
recommended that the Academy promote her to the role of Official Sorcerer.\n\nHe also
revealed another piece of news: the fishermen of Seasoul were planning to build a
magical spire for Annette. They were but a small town lacking funds and manpower, yet
they still pledged to see this project through even if it would take three generations
to complete, for Annette had already promised them that she was there to stay for
good.\n\nNow, whenever the Mayor mentions Annette in letters, he adds a title to
convey his respect.\n\nLord Annette.\n
29A316749940CD71_## = 2 Dec
29BA930924FF386C_## = 9 Jan
29E71074D4726615_## = I'll stand taller than any of you.
2A51EE693AD465DC_## = Amily is a traitor.\n\nIn her last trial, she worked with three
other candidates and killed more than ten supervisors, including the instructor. The
four traitors paid a high price and were drenched in blood. However, this was just the
beginning. Soon after they left the scene, they had to go into hiding in order to
escape from the organization.\n\nAmily did not have to do that. She could have become
the next top assassin in "Shadow Hand" by simply following the orders of the
organization and slay all other competitors in the trial. The leader of the
organization, Quillen, favored her and even promised her a glamorous public identity
with fame, wealth and power.\n\nAs an orphan, Amily could not have asked for more, but
she chose to escape from all of this. It was not just for the freedom she had always
longed for, but more for her belief that her long-lost younger sister is still waiting
for her somewhere in the world. She had thought about asking the organization for
help, and put extraordinary effort in her training to give her more leverage, but gave
up the idea.\n\nThe Hands of Shadow is not a charity. They gather orphans from war,
famine and disasters, provide them with food, lodging and cruel training. They fight
and kill one another to become "seeds", so they can be turned into deadly and obedient
killing machines.\n\nThere is no place for emotion in the organization. Amily learned
it from the scar on her waist. In her first trial, she stood in front of a friend to
protect him, but he stabbed her in return. \n\nSince then, she kept to herself and
became quieter, more cautious and diligent. In return, she was able to survive every
trial and earn the organizationâ€™s favor.\n\nMany supervisors also trusted Amily for
her hatred against the non-humans. She lost her family and everything else because her
homeland was destroyed by the Lokheim demons. The orc legions and Demigods of the Veda
were not innocent, either. As an organization extremists, the Shadow Hand is
determined to eliminate all non-humans that pose threats to humans. They thought an
orphan like Amily would be easily brain-washed. In fact, she did agree with some of
their teachings, but she had always retained some sense of humanity, thanks to her
longing for her sister.\n\nAmily made a promise in front of her dying parents that she
would find her sister. Ten years had passed since then, she lived in shadow and her
hands dripped with the blood of her peers. She learned to build a wall around her
heart, and she never forgot that promise. It was like a seed, and each time Amily
mourned her parents, missed her sister, longed for freedom or survived another trial,
the seed would grow. \n\nSo, with all the skills and endurance developed over the
years, she has shattered her shackles.\n\n"Freedom tastes great!"\n
2ABDDFC9352CA3AA_## = Murad's coming-of-age ceremony
2AC15B604DB6A0F7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
2AC9F694203DB56F_## = Wiro
2AD1331D337C4DD5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
2ADC219EE55013D3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2AFD9A9D1392FD22_## = Magister's Council
2B55AE6772BFB38B_## = Losing things is a regular occurrence.
2B8AB97091998823_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2B8B5FFEEA8EECB0_## = Yena Biography
2B945E212F5912CC_## = Convergence
2B96F2558C5544B7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2C1DF548B9D98820_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2C23CAEF5909C70D_## = I have seen the best of the world, and fallen into its worst.
But my faith in the Light has never changed, and I shall be its shield to whatever
end.
2C3A45D171B44913_## = Richter
2C518B9AC93D7D7C_## = Fennik
2C591A51D7A298E6_## = Volkath
2CE73E2FCD6C02F4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
2D1BD9A75173AB01_## = Always the first to rise in the morning.
2D22CC4152BBEEA7_## = His biggest worry is coming up with drinking money.
2D32164816335546_## = The Ronin
2D50E6C5B08772A4_## = Queen's Guard
2D70D2974EA865B5_## = The Crescent Maiden
2D99370110108945_## = 24 Nov
2DABCC2F0AF863C9_## = The Black Apostate
2DB1F83EEA97405F_## = When Lu Bu was but a boy, a jealous warlord killed his father,
in an attempt to win his motherâ€™s affection. However, when the warlord came after Lu
Bu, his mother fled. The warlordâ€™s men gave chase and Lu Buâ€™s mother could not
outrun them. Lu Buâ€™s mother sustained several mortal wounds on her flight, but her
love for her son enabled her to somehow make her way to a river.\n\nA dragon heard the
sobs of Lu Buâ€™s mother and appeared from the river. The woman begged the dragon to
take her son and protect him. The dragon told her that he could only take one of his
own kind. She begged and pleaded. Finally, the dragon assented. However, there was an
issue; this would curse Lu Bu to share part of his blood with the race of dragons, and
that was not something that should be entered into lightly. With her dying breaths, Lu
Buâ€™s mother accepted the dragonâ€™s terms.\n\nThe dragonâ€™s breath of fire
vanquished the warlordâ€™s men, and then he vanished with Lu Bu into the river below.
Under the tutelage of the dragon that Lu Bu came to call father, the boy transformed
into a man of some renown. The Dragon Father taught Lu Bu the ancient ways and arts of
combat and tactics and gave him armor that was made from a dragonâ€™s scales. Lu Bu
loved the Dragon Father dearly, but his guardian had nefarious plans for Lu Bu.\n\nThe
Dragon Father preyed on Lu Buâ€™s hatred of the warlord that slaughtered his family,
and used this anger to poison him against all humanity. He knew that Lu Bu could
become the perfect bridge to his own rule over the world of man.\n\nWhen Lu Bu was
finally released into the world, his first course of action was to hunt down the
warlord. Lu Bu stole out from the riverlands and descended upon the warlordâ€™s
sleeping camp. His might was unparalleled and his ability to create and manipulate
fire allowed him to slaughter every last one of the men in the warlordâ€™s camp,
saving the warlord for last.\n\nAs he approached the warlord, the man he hated most of
all, something quite unexpected happened. A young handmaiden stepped in front of Lu
Bu. She carried with her the grace of the nightingales and seemed to have the ferocity
of a lion. This was Diaochan, the maiden of whom one day poets would write about.
Floored by her beauty and tenderness, Lu Buâ€™s heart was no longer his own: it
belonged to Diaochan.\n\nDiaochan convinced Lu Bu to follow her away from this place
of death, and he willingly followed her into an enchanted grove. Diaochan could sense
the fire inside of Lu Bu, and spent several weeks quelling the fires of his rage. As
Lu Bu relinquished his anger, Diaochan realized that her heart was no longer her own:
it belonged to Lu Bu.\n\nThe two lived in peace and happiness for a time, until the
day the Dragon Father descended upon the grove. He was furious that Diaochan had taken
his prize; her meddling had deterred his plans of domination. He reprimanded Lu Bu in
front of his love, demanding that he abandon whatever dreams this harlot had filled
his head with. The Dragon Father commanded Lu Bu to return with him to the fray to
fulfill his destiny.\n\nFor the first time in his life, Lu Bu denied his adopted
father. He had seen rage, and he had seen love, and he chose love. This disturbed the
Dragon Father greatly, and he lamented putting so much into such a wasted cause. Fire
exploded from his nostrils as he pounced on Lu Bu, but the Dragon Father met his match
in the form of the Dragon Born. The Dragon Father was able to gain the upper hand,
briefly, but Diaochan rushed forward to place her hand upon Lu Bu, and a surge of
power flooded his body. Together, they killed the great dragon, and in doing so earned
their freedom.\n\nWhen the smoke cleared, Lu Bu and Diaochan were left to roam the
highlands together. The legend of Lu Bu drew many to their cause, and he has become
one of the greatest warlords in all Athanor. As long as Diaochan is by his side, he is
invincible.
2DBA05F37E16089F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2DD4553C3D4B8193_## = Cloud Palace
2E2939B2070A4123_## = Shadow Worms devour flesh and blood, and pass on the lifeforce
absorbed to their mistress.
2E6C583E295AFC24_## = Veda
2E8BE1F3FADDF86A_## = Horizon Sea
2E8E0A46A643F13D_## = Roxie
2EA524D5DBA61557_## = Total victory is what we must seek. Let us fight side by side,
and explore the art of war.
2EAA5988CA2CC9AB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2EEC0EB701DF4DE3_## = Zill saw Tel'Annas for the first time at her coronation
ceremony. She was young, yet charismatic and vigorous, so different from the other
elven nobles. And without realizing it, he found his gaze drawn to her whenever the
opportunity presented itself...
2EEDF3D4C7A5BC34_## = The Kunoichi
2F150898AD81C684_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
2F29C495AC7E28FB_## = Richter met Eland'orr on his travels, and greatly admired the
elf's poetic skills. They quickly became friends.
2F2E302CF1818A7F_## = 8 May
2F7CB754495E7B1C_## = Tel'Annas stood unmoving and lifted her eyes to the sky. Her
loyal mountain eagle continued to climb, its flesh shredded by the innumerable Shadow
Worms that still clung to it, their black now mixed with red blood.The great eagle
took one glance at the ground. Seeing that the elven queen was safe, it cried loudly
in triumph and in farewell, then spread its wings one last time, riding upon the winds
and through the dark clouds that covered the valley, so that its final memory would be
of the glorious sun shining bright, which no evil could truly dim."This is no time to
mourn, my queen." Y'bneth's low, rumbling voice was gentle, but firm."I know."
Tel'Annas looked back towards the carnage left behind by the battle, and her eyes were
strong and resolute. "Not one Shadow Worm shall leave this valley alive this day!"
2F864BF2B994987D_## = Probe
2F8920A71D963EDB_## = Azzen'Ka Biography
2FBD55C3B2BDB63E_## = No turning back, no turning aside.\nCharge, and conquer the
world!
2FD4A34FE6370DE9_## = Seduce the bandits and steal their water
303C0D65F8BBF8EE_## = Tulen
3066A957668773AA_## = Elven Queen
309045C8EB7344D8_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
30A80B188B74585F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
30B60F07FDAED050_## = Astrid
30D46C7ED5388252_## = Kingdom of Okka
30F1AA79EEF1B821_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
30F234C8B9982A8B_## = Afata
31014ACAEDAB1330_## = The Lovers
31266DE885EA5A59_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
312B3FA59250BA6C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3136CB89B692A770_## = Are you allergic to pets? Of course not!\nDo you love pink? Of
course!\nYou're my friend, and you're Furball's friend, for ever and ever!
3191DA10537F66CD_## = Enzo
319D472212091715_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
31A68DDFB38E8BDA_## = Dark Lord Reborn
31AEDCD63F2EEEC4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
31DD9AF2524C5086_## = Control a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200>{1}/{2}</color>
31E71692E0C159B5_## = Fighting? Killing? I say we hit the bed, and sleep till morning.
We'll think about the future when it comes.
31ED66A5A61B31CF_## = The Speed Demon
3204D95DEE364101_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
3228FA02032B1655_## = Shadow Hand
324FCAF2D404A662_## = The Dragoon
3252D41D5471C3AF_## = Prologue
325430F7E34825D4_## = Moren Biography
325C09B3DB2E3D45_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
325E08C4AABD3BEC_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
32CA32DD6645F1AB_## = Errol
33092CDC52BE41E7_## = Diaochan
331FA3C6C427EBB4_## = 20 Sep
333B9303E5881F8C_## = Cares little for people other than the queen.
338EE9822764F9B2_## = Sea of Light
33936BAFF560A402_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
339C66F5A12F188F_## = Imaginary Enemy
33CB2C7486CCE5D0_## = He wears a mask not to conceal his identity, but because pollens
make him sneeze.
33E191A1CF94C820_## = Zephys
342515E0BC5AEBFD_## = Ryoma Biography
34289DCEB611D4CE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
343A246F853200DA_## = Most demons avoid the Shadow Valley, fearing Omen's wrath.
345161628206AC1C_## = Elven Queen
3451BB71312FCAF1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
347F8766B447791B_## = Omega
34932428F35FA208_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
times
34A01A993896A321_## = Located east of Mt. Orphean, the Iron Mountains are known for
their rich ore reserves and outstanding craftsmen. But many of its inhabitants have
migrated from the area, leaving behind abandoned mines and boundaries.
34B346DA6CEF64CB_## = Lumburr
34BA1D7E1BFB4A3B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
34D389863144B825_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
34DB8691D551D47B_## = Repairing the Artifacts
34F22946BA0473E9_## = A Playboy
35287CB70BEA1842_## = Verno Forest
35B6C2B25AECCC35_## = Born to an ordinary family in South Norman, Annette was accepted
into the Magic Academy through tireless studies. She was sent to Seasoul Town as her
internship, but the people of the town distrusted this inexperienced mage, and a few
mistakes predicting the weather almost resulted in her recall to the Academy. But on
the eve of her departure she predicted a coming storm, and single-handedly saved the
town from destruction, earning her the trust of the people.\n\nToday, Annette
continues to be stationed at Seasoul Town, now recognized as a full-fledged mage.
35BE13E58B1519F4_## = The loss of his wings was a blow to his self-esteem.
35DD252624B3712E_## = Death Bay
35DDF8B494B6A2AF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
35DE03C6D29E8479_## = Lu Bu
362120B403226D8D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
363FDAA629556785_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3669BC579E97E0B6_## = Omega
366AE2C5D8D8E8C6_## = Omen lives alone in Shadow Valley, where even demons fear to
tread.
3678D09F28A2FA46_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
368AAC6598ACD237_## = Located in a natural bay formed between Elborne Woods and Seine
Peninsula, Seine Harbor has become an important military port, connecting Elborne
Woods and Verno Valley.
3694F9EB23DF5937_## = Lokheim lord, grand marshal
369750982581CFC7_## = 20 Nov
36A6A725477D7158_## = Kingdom of Norman
36AF688E7C9DD97A_## = The loyal Kriknak would do anything and give everything for his
mistress. He is the ideal sandbag for the mercurial Marja.
36BBFB8432C7354C_## = Kingdom of Okka
36CD52FD8C13533A_## = Her favorite event is the arrival of new books at the National
Library every Wednesday.
36DF9CE8141B025B_## = Silverwing Castle
36EDAF55AB5E76EA_## = Loves to dress up. Valhein knows best how expensive her outfit
is.
36F008855BD27744_## = "A messenger of death who lurks amongst the souls. An assassin
who is concealed in the shadows."\n\nIt was difficult to say if Kriknak belonged to
the living or the dead, because this being roamed freely amidst tombs, absorbing power
by sucking out the essence of rotten souls, and yet it also had a body of flesh and
its own soul. Of course, Kriknak was not concerned by matters such as life or death.
The only thing it cared about was the orders from its master, Marja the Ash
Weaver.\n\nAs Marja's devoted servant, there was nothing Kriknak was unwilling to do
for its master. Even when it meant facing Claves Sancti in the hands of Thane himself,
Kriknak stood strong in front of its master and used its proud horns to block any blow
that came forth. These horns ended up being ruthlessly cleaved away by Thane, but
Kriknak's loyalty was rewarded through Marja's trust and gifts.\n\nMarja, in turn,
reluctantly pulled off a horn to treat Kriknak's severely depleted energies, and
transplanted them by infusing it with powerful spiritual energy. As the new horns took
hold, the souls of Kriknak and Marja converged completely.\n\nEven if they were
separated by a thousand miles, Kriknak would always know what its master was thinking,
and would spare no effort to complete any task it was assigned to.
371A52F75B143253_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
37309C56D416A54D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
373B81D92A683231_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
3744BD747251EC20_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
times
37772FC502D1B7BD_## = The Shadow Prison lay at the southwest foothills of Mt. Orphean.
Marja lay in the deepest reaches of the pit where the sun never shined, and she no
longer remembered how much time she had spent there.\nTen years? Fifty? Five hundred?
Did it matter?\nCountless Shadow Worms covered her body, slowly but surely eroding her
flesh, her powers, her soul. There was not a inch on her body that was intact, and in
many places the flesh had been eaten away, revealing the white bone underneath."My
Lady, you should not see this..."\nShe heard a door opening, and then someone stand
before her, looking down at her wordlessly. It was Ilumia.\n"By the Light, what a
sight. I am here to tell you...forsake Volkath and swear your everlasting loyalty to
Veda, and I will absolve you of your sins."\nMarja laughed, inasmuch as the strangled
voice she made could be called laughter. It seemed hundreds of years did nothing to
cure Ilumia's arrogance. "Ab...solve? Who do you...think...you are?"\nIlumia sighed.
Before her eyes lay a black mass, more dead than alive, its former form barely
recognizable. Marja's wit and intelligence once enthralled Volkath, but now she was
less than a shadow of her former self, with nothing but hatred in her eyes.\nIlumia
turned and left. The guard was right. She should not see this.Eat...eat...\nFeast
yourself...fill yourself...\nAs if answering Marja's summons, the Shadow Worms ate
away at her physically and metaphysically, hungrily devouring her powers.\nThen a
strange scene happened. Having eaten their fill, the fat and bloated Shadow Worms
split open with a thousand cracks, and from inside them emerged an ominous purple
light that illuminated what was left of Marja. A black fog emerged from Marja,
swallowing the light, and all was still again.\nThe alarmed guards flocked to the
spot, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was as though nothing had
happened.\nThen one of the guards cried in terror, "Her face! Look at her face!"\nBy
the light of their torches they saw the dried and lifeless skin on Marja's face peel
off like old paint, and before their very eyes fresh skin and flesh reconstituted
themselves into a new face.\nMarja reached up with her hand and touched her cheeks,
now smooth as new as though hundreds of years of ordeal never happened. "And what
about my face? Do you not like it?"\n"Quick! Unleash the Shadow Worms!"\nThe guards
chanted their ancient incantations, but they saw no reaction from the Shadow Worms.
For over the centuries Marja slowly assimilated the power that Volkath left in her,
and now the Shadow Worms had become part of herself.\n"Are you hungry, my children?
Go, feast to your hearts' delight."\nFrom inside Marja Shadow Worms innumerable went
forth, burying the guards before they had the time to scream. In the blink of an eye
they were gone - the Shadow Worms had devoured them completely, skin, flesh and bone,
and not even their clothing remained.Marja smiled. It felt good to be free. For too
long she had sought even the slightest bit of sunlight in this dark pit, but only the
abyss gazed back at her. She had screamed, cried, despaired, hated the disgusting
worms, feared the unfamiliar power within her, and resented the one who defiled
her.\nBut she would seek the light no more. She would fear the darkness no more.
Henceforth she would reach out, and embrace it.\n\n- The End -
379A15BBC44348BE_## = Purifying Blade
37AD7A52308BECDA_## = She has never failed in a mission.
37C94C08934E0DAA_## = Quillen Biography
37CD877D8603BBB2_## = There's no one else like me in Lokheim!
37E33361CBC6C602_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
37E8EA0934B0F4D1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3816E58322B542A9_## = The Seer
3830D0596C34946F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
383304DE87755903_## = Montes
38523FE32557262A_## = I want one big dog, and lots of cats.
38593C40617C3B35_## = Maelstrom
387DC817BE8A633C_## = "So, you expected me to fail?" Hayate said wryly."Hope for the
best and plan for the worst, that's all," replied Mganga."But you know I wonâ€™t join
you. All I wanted was to keep Mist Island out of the coming war. I didnâ€™t get the
Dragon Blood that I promised, and now I never willâ€¦ Iâ€™m of no use to you, or to
anyone for that matter.""The Queenâ€™s orders are to bring you back safely. Her plans
for you are not for me to reveal, but fear not â€“ a bottle of water may be worthless
at the riverside, but worth its weight in gold in the desert. Your value is not for
yourself to decide.""Perhaps..." Hayate closed his eyes and let his mind and body
relax. Both had been stretched to the limit until now."Make yourself comfortable.
We'll be there by tomorrow." Mganga turned back towards the front and stroke the back
fin of the Spineback Megalodon, which swung its tail and began to accelerate towards
the bottom of the ocean that sunlight could not penetrate.Badly wounded in his battle
with Xeniel, Hayate only escaped from the Dragon Tower thanks to Mganga's
intervention. The numerous voodoo traps that Mganga laid across Mist Island delayed
their pursuers and bought valuable time for them to escape.While Hayate meditated,
Mganga laid back on the shark's massive fin. The Spineback Megalodon was the greatest
predator in these parts of the ocean, its powerful jaws equipped with a hundred razor-
sharp fangs, capable of crushing any prey, while its tough and spiny armor protected
it from harm. It was engineered by Veera and served the roles of both transport and
combat - the runes engraved on its fins emitted magic bubbles filled with air,
allowing it to carry passengers into the deep ocean.Mganga had a part in the creation
of this creature as well, for it was an extension of his researches into combining the
creatures of Athanor with that of Lokheim. The availskill of such an effective means
of escape was key to Mganga's contingency plan, which proved very necessary.Even so,
he fumed over the shame of fleeing from Xeniel's pursuit, and he quietly swore to
avenge this defeat.Before nightfall, Mganga and Hayate had passed through a tunnel in
the seabed, arriving at a forward base hidden deep inside the earth, where Veera
commanded the Corrupted legions in Athanor.Not everything went according to plan,
however."It seems that Lady Veera is away in the north reorganizing the forces there
after the last setback, leaving Lady Marja in charge for now. My plan was to introduce
you to her after Lady Veera returns, but Lady Marja has heard about you, and she
insists that I bring you to her," said Mganga in resignation. "I have not had much
contact with Lady Marja myself. The rumors say she can be...temperamental. Watch
yourself in her presence.""Understood," nodded Hayate. "As the master of the house
wishes.""Master of the house, huh?" Muttered Mganga. "Perhaps it's not so far from the
truth...she's His companion, after all."Meanwhile, at the command center..."Have you
done as I said?" A raspy female voice echoed through the vast cavern, a voice which
permitted no dissent or excuses."Exactly as you commanded.""Excellent, Zephys. I can
always count on you to do your job.""Of course, Your Holiness," said Zephys with a
confident smile. Old habits die hard, and he continued to address Marja as he had
during their time at Veda.The underground city was built similarly to human cities,
with various city facilities and residential areas surrounding the central keep. Marja
disliked the crowded and cramped city, however, and she took up residence in a
spacious cavern nearby, from where she handled the city's administrative matters while
Veera was away, while her bodyguard Kriknak enjoyed the cavern's original owner for
dinner."Hold on," said Marja, stopping Zephys who was about to leave. "I'm expecting
an interesting visitor. I want you to have a look at him."Hayate followed Mganga
through the tunnel, Hayate maintaining the exact same distance from Mganga at all
times, the length of an arm. This was the product of many years of habit, close enough
to exert pressure on his counterpart, far enough for him to react if he needed to. At
this distance, Hayate's explosive power was unrivalled.For his part, Mganga strutted
proudly along, seemingly oblivious to the pressure that Hayate was exerting. This was
home ground, after all, and Mganga was confident that he could stop Hayate if the
ninja tried anything funny. Right now, he was more concerned about the political game
of chess that Veera and Marja were playing. Veera would not be happy to see the seeds
she sowed reaped by another, that was for sure. "So, you gave that god-forsaken
immortal dragon the shock of a lifetime? That's good to hear!"
389A288D7016181B_## = Superman
38B3EFB0D94AD07D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
38B470CB75B27E38_## = Cathedral
38C057F9EAE86FFF_## = 173cm
38F6766957CF287F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
390736349152B9DE_## = Freshman at the Magic Academy
3907EBC85D909276_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
39360BDA6996EC28_## = God or demon, I fear them not.
396A4ED989067F1A_## = The Great Warlord
39C8F60E4236C598_## = I won't give up so easily!
39EEBBA8BE0DC9C9_## = Heir to the Throne
39FB411A5889AD4A_## = Zuka Biography
3A2C0254B5F599ED_## = 21 Nov
3A4FDECBABC0CC7D_## = 13 Oct
3A59B9C7417B7AE3_## = Heretic's Bane
3A59DC3E13119EA2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3A7B7F0D4CA19589_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
3A8993BB60B03014_## = On the dying planet of Krypton, an infant named Kal-El was
placed inside of a rocket and sent to the distant planet Earth. The last alien
survivor, Kal-El was raised by farmers-Martha and Jonathan Kent-who named their son
Clark and infused in him the strong moral values that would give birth to the hero
known as Superman.\n\nAs he grew from a boy to a teen, and then into a man, the
radiation from Earth's yellow sun allowed him to manifest incredible abilities,
including superhuman strength, speed, and invulnerability. He also possesses the power
of flight, as well as X-ray, heat, microscopic, and telescopic vision. Yet, along with
his tireless desire to help the people of Earth escape calamity and reach their
highest potential, came a sense of isolation. \n\nThough he calls Earth his home, he
is not of this world. The knowledge that his true home, the planet Krypton, is but
stardust and solar debris, has kept Superman from venturing too far from Earth.
\n\nThat all changed on a fateful autumn day, when Superman encountered one of his
greatest foes. The villain Brainiac, supercharged with power from an unknown source,
descended upon Earth with a fleet of advanced robotic drones. It took every last ounce
of Superman's power to defeat Brainiac. The Man of Steel's endurance won out, and
before dispatching Brainiac, his X-ray vision spotted something with a bright, glowing
aura. Superman removed the glittering gem from Brainiac's armor and felt a surge of
power ripple through his hand and up his spine. Immediately distrustful of the
object's incredible power, Superman retreated to the Fortress of Solitude to analyze
the rare artifact. \n\nThe Fortress of Solitude's computer could find no analog for
the artifact's substance anywhere in the galaxy. However, there was one clue that the
artifact found: a log from Kal-El's father, the Kryptonian scientist. Superman
discovered that his father had been researching a similar artifact, which had been
called an Andura Shard. This object, which could have given Brainiac the key to
domination of the entire Earth, was only one piece of a much larger whole! The Andura
Shard originated in a realm called Athanor, a place beyond even the Phantom Zone.
Mainstream Kryptonian scientists had scoffed at Jor-El's assertion of the fact that
parallel dimensions existed, and his boldest claim, that the magic which emanated from
Athanor was linked to the physical universe, nearly brought him professional ruin.
\n\nBut Jor-El was right. As Superman eagerly combed through the Fortress of
Solitude's archives, he learned that ancient Kryptonians had explored the galaxy in
search of the Andura Shards, and may have even visited the Earth long ago as part of
their quest. But as Superman searched the Fortress of Solitude, it was revealed that
Brainiac had redoubled his search for the Andura Shards and, if he claimed this
ultimate source of power, all of Earth would be in danger.\n\nSuperman has already
lost one world: he refuses to lose another. So the Man of Steel has taken flight
across the galaxy in search of Athanor and the Andura Shards. On his quest to fulfill
the legacy of his father, he will find himself cast as the defender of a new realm in
desperate need of truth and justice.
3A9EECD978C932F9_## = Resident Mage
3AA88AC1F53CEB6A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3AB9191B040B0926_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3AE6D017CF8FACA2_## = Ishar
3B115DC792F9A238_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3B369EE879738E81_## = Deeply dislikes loud noises.
3B39B399CE8B5FBB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3B4DF4C4CEAE189A_## = Always calm and collected, never angry.
3B6088A5A4CFEB22_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
3B77A1615E5EE55E_## = Mganga Biography
3B852F571CA23F22_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3B8C0D0DE8FF867B_## = 1 Nov
3B9CA93A068138B5_## = Aleister
3BA7DAB18AC9635E_## = 13 Mar
3BEFB78C3ED51B53_## = The Dark Knight
3C51F56B903AA951_## = Afata
3CE6B67299D6331A_## = Helios Empire
3D294D3A7F5C6130_## = Ilumia imprisoning Marja
3D323F761F366104_## = Unknown
3D97B9A1604202F0_## = 170cm
3DD9570378CD4BCC_## = Elven Queen
3DDE75408881B0F9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3DFD6E7971872926_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3E0B6DAC42589CAB_## = Finance and taxation
3E47C5BFD3C01F0E_## = The Spirit
3E4D007DCE91880F_## = Ignis Biography
3E6B8C0DEAB66F0A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3EA638DF328D7915_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3EC0C896D39BE68E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3EC82C2588F248F1_## = â€œBoom!â€ \nAn explosion rocked slumbering Kazell. The Videl
Arsenal was in chaos as raging fires lit up the night sky.\n\nCapheny did not have
time to admire her handiwork. A red figure appeared from the shadow, stalking her
every move.\n\nSix months ago, Capheny had returned from her studies in Mildar,
joining the Videl Institute where her parents worked. The prototype that she brought
back with her and its exoskeleton technology provided a solution to the power
bottleneck that the OICW project had been struggling with, paving the path to mass
production.\n\nVidel Military Industries was the largest military-industrial
enterprise in the Confederation. Production and sales of its weapon were tightly
regulated by federal law to ensure that they were used only in wars that were just and
legal. Yet there were always those working in the shadows who did not feel bound by
such rules â€” to them, these rules were merely minor nuisances, speed bumps on their
way to their insidious goals.\nCapheny never imagined that the OICW project was
sponsored by the radical organization â€œShadow Handâ€ , or that her parents were part
of that organization. The shadowy organization sponsored the OICW project in order to
build a powerful private military, one that would be used for genocidal purposes. The
Shadow Handâ€™s first target was Mildar, where Capheny had studied. The city was home
to master craftsmen like Moren and established production lines, resources that were
highly valuable to the Shadow Hand.\n\nBy the time she learned of the truth, Capheny
had been imprisoned by her very own parents. Capheny did not know if they kept her
alive because they still felt some parental bond to her, or if it was simply for her
knowledge. It did not matter â€” what mattered was that she was alive, and if she was
alive, she had a chance. Lockpicking and combat were merely some of the more pragmatic
skills that she acquired in Mildar.\n\nHer best subject, however, was firearms.
Sneaking into the production center with the help of her still-valid employee permit,
she stole a prototype mech and unleashed its powerful arsenal on its sister machines
still on the production line. A faster and more effective way to foil the evil plot
than to put oneâ€™s trust in the law and its long, drawn-out and possibly fruitless
investigations.\n\nOf course, the plan was not without drawbacks. Violation of federal
law was one thing, but at the moment, the red figure chasing after her was her most
pressing concern. She did not have to look back to feel its cruel and sinister
presence.\nCapheny set a course for Mildar without even realizing it. There she would
find her only friends in this world, the only people who could sooth the pain of being
separated from her parents and her home â€” a home that she knew she would never
return to.\n\nâ€œTired yet?â€ \n\nWith a little laugh, the red figure dashed forward,
overtaking Capheny.\n\nLong crimson red hair covered half of the womanâ€™s pale face.
Her eyes were equally bright red, a frightening sight in the moonlight. But even more
frightening was the whip that she was wielding in her hand, dancing in the dark night
like a cobra seeking its prey.\n\nIf Caphenyâ€™s parents were there, they could have
told her who the woman was: Veres, the rising star of Shadow Handâ€™s
eliminators.\n\nâ€œYou wonâ€™t take me alive â€” one step closer and I set off this
mechâ€™s self-destruct system!â€ Caphenyâ€™s words were bold, but her heart was
racing, panting heavily. She had dismissed Wispâ€™s suggestion, made mostly in jest,
that she should install a self-destruct system on the mech. The irony was not lost on
her, even in this tense moment.\n\nâ€œRelax. Iâ€™m not really after you.â€ \n\nVeres,
on the other hand, was decidedly nonchalant.\n\nâ€œI just wanted to see who took care
of a job that I really couldnâ€™t be bothered to do.â€ \nâ€œHuh?â€ \n\nCapheny was at
a loss for words. There was no doubt that Veres was Shadow Hand â€” the woman had the
mark of the organization on her, as did her parents.\n\nâ€œI owe you one, so I wonâ€™t
kill you â€” this time. Pretty good deal, donâ€™t you think?â€ \n\nVeres could tell
that Capheny did not belong to the organization. And it was unlikely that Quillen
would have sent another agent to do the job after giving her the orders. It was clear,
then, that Capheny must be an enemy of the organization.\n\nBut Veres did not care too
much about that. \n\nCapheny had done her a little favor, even saving her the trouble
of cleaning up after herself. And, well, nobodyâ€™s watching.\n\nâ€œJust remember â€”
you may not be so lucky next time.â€ \n\nVeres waved and disappeared into the
night.\n\nCapheny felt her legs give way underneath her. She fell to the ground
sitting, her back wet with cold sweat. She was too young to understand the shadowy
world of politics, nor could she detect the undercurrents of conflict between factions
within the Shadow Hand in Veresâ€™ words.\n\nShe had only one thought.\n\nGo home. Go
back to Mildar. Go back to that world of sunlight, where shadows had no place.
3ED190BEE84A2F09_## = Errol was born into poverty, orphaned at a young age. To
survive, he and his brother underwent inhumane experiments, joining General Edmond's
army of magically-modified Demon Hunters and distinguishing himself in the war against
abyssal demons in the south.\nDespite his success in battle, Errol was never strong of
mind, and he was crushed by the death of his brother, who died saving his life. A
piece of Volkath's soul found a vulnerable mind to settle in, and began to whisper in
Errol's ear, drawing him closer and closer towards darkness.\nThe death of Edmond, who
was like a father to Errol, was the final straw. Darkness consumed Errol's soul, and
he fled after murdering his old comrades. Pursued by Richter and with nowhere to run,
Errol threw himself off a cliff.\n\nCenturies later, Errol awoke again, discovered by
Hayate. A new, dark chapter in his life was about to begin...
3EE9B06D5E7CC9E2_## = 172cm
3F04FBAF90C298BF_## = Kingdom of Norman
3F1B5992542AFFFD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
3F32988E39AB06EC_## = As he helps Murad repair his artifact, D'Arcy watches him with
interest. He is the first to notice the growing feelings that Murad and Yena have for
each other.
3F631C7F877D4CA0_## = Liliana Biography
3FAD87716B652E85_## = Listen to the wind, for it will tell you many secrets.
3FB382A552092B5D_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
3FDA2EC5678F83B4_## = My kingdom is the skies.
3FE0BFCBD618F989_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
40023DE01AEB5B69_## = "I am Veera, Queen of the Night."\nBefore she had turned to the
Abyss, Veera was merely one of many demi-gods scattered throughout the realm, and not
a particularly powerful one at that. The Creator may have blessed demi-gods with
perfection in body and spirit, but not all of them actually achieve such perfection.
Some, like Veera, were born with imperfections left from the time of creation, which
neither spell nor potion could heal.\nVeera depended on her wits to survive. Before
she went to bed each night, she analyzed everything that happened that day, seeking a
better, more effective solution to everything, and teaching the solution to other
sentient beings. Over time, Veera became known as the greatest sage of the land, the
one to seek out to answer any question and solve any problem, and she leveraged her
wisdom to earn a living.\nAmong Veera's friends, Maloch was the most unusual.
Incredibly strong and quick to anger, deep inside his heart was as pure and simple as
that of a child. Under Veera's guidance he learned to control and direct his
destructive power, cleaving roads through mountains and turning rivers as needed. As
they changed the world around them, their knowledge of each other also grew.\nThe
spark of civilization and understanding grew in the wilds of the ancient era.\nYet
with the declaration of the Decree of Light and Order, unbounded demi-gods like Veera
were branded as heretics by the Temple. After a futile struggle, they were sent to Mt.
Ophean, to be reeducated by Edras, the Archmage of Veda.\nPhysically weak, Veera
suffered greatly on the long journey. Her pleas to the Temple Guards fell on deaf ears
and only earned even harsher treatment from them. If not for the care that Maloch,
Volkath and the others bestowed upon her, she would not have survived the
journey.\nAnd so hatred for the Temple grew inside Veera's heart, even as she eagerly
absorbed every last drop of knowledge that the Temple taught her. "To defeat an enemy,
you must first know them." The wisdom that Veera learned in the wilds were equally
valuable in the Temple.\nVeera's performance earned Edras' approval, and she was
hailed as the finest example of reeducation. Edras even promised to do all that he
could to heal Veera's defect. Yet none of this changed Veera's view of the Temple,
especially once she learned that the Creator meant for the demi-gods to rule over the
world. "Why should we not exercise our authority by our own will? Why should we be
bound to this travesty, this piece of paper?"\nAnd so when Volkath organized his
resistance aided by the power of the Abyss, Veera joined his camp without hesitation
and brought over numerous allies to join the war. Her guile and wisdom were of great
benefit to the rebels, dealing a heavy blow to the defenders of the Temple, giving the
rebels valuable time to escape.\nHer unrivalled mind for strategy assured her a
prestigious place in the Abyss. Whether under Volkath or Maloch, Veera was always
their most trusted advisor. She built the Abyss Legion into a formidable force,
further solidifying her position and power.\nIt is said that Veera calls herself
"Queen of the Night" because she inherited the power of Maniara, Primal Night. No one
has been able to prove this assertion - or disprove it - and Veera herself has
remained quiet over the topic. What is undeniable is that Veera has long bid farewell
to her physically weak self, gaining a new body that is both healthy and seductive. To
overcome a defect of creation requires great power.\nTo most inhabitants of the Abyss,
Maloch is their indomitable commander and the lord of the realm in name. Yet it is
Veera who truly pulls the strings behind the scenes, much like Ilumia does within the
Temple.\n"It takes wisdom to combat wisdom."
4015C91C59C4EDE2_## = Loves meat buns.
4062C7A68957151C_## = The blood red sea roiled and boiled with fury.\n\nKil'Groth was
the ruler of the seas, where rage served as the only way to survive. Survival of the
fittest was the normal natural order, but Kil'Groth's fanaticism stemmed from a
complete disregard for balance in the food chain. The only thing he cared about was
instilling the fury of killing all sea creatures. As for what they killed, well, that
was up to them.\n\nRelentless slaughter served as the source of power of Kil'Groth's
rage. Fresh blood diffusing into the seas aroused swarms upon swarms of deep sea
predators which then filled the gaps left in the food chain. Such intense rage power
was intoxicating for the demons.\n\nTaara, commander of the Fallen, wielded her hammer
like the coming of a cyclone. She used the power of absolute zero ice to freeze the
ocean surface. The water, which was heated by fresh blood, cooled and even Kil'Groth
felt the effects. His pride, however, did not allow him to flee a fight. His raging
will blazed and freed Kil'Groth from his icy confines. He picked up his massive sea
blade and began his last charge towards the intruder.\n\nMany hundreds die at
Kil'Groth's hands, but, under the command of Taara, the flood of the Fallen drown him
like a massive tidal wave. When the bloody battle ended, the dying Kil'Groth lacked
the strength to even hold his weapon. In fact, if Cresht hadn't led the beast army to
the rescue, Kil'Groth may have died there and become a legend in his own
right.\n\nHowever, Kil'Groth recovered from his wounds and ended up joining the Forest
of Shadows array to show his gratitude as well as exact revenge. The furious Kil'Groth
refused to follow orders from anyone. If any of the Fallen dared to insult him, his
rage would finish them in an instant.
406FE2CD2542D73A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4095634C7E3EF993_## = 7 Jan
409E1FFADE51E1F4_## = Severed Wing
40B4C6D1E7F99A32_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
40B909DA19083BB4_## = Diaochan Biography
40CC51E52EF55C62_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
40DE78983347273E_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
40E19CB442904FD3_## = 19 Dec
41182D0F9C435579_## = All is Prey
414C753D5E81B753_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
4150B89EC458E76B_## = Win with superior tactics
41574BC89D77E346_## = Save companion at all costs
416B1CA36928C303_## = 20 Jun
4175A8EB918FB636_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
41ADF524B931C653_## = 185cm
41C560BAE59E8268_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
41F4A2108D05DB21_## = Former Comrades
420FA7ED09F1BFC0_## = Has made a small fortune as mercenary, but hardly spends any of
it.
421B487C67A85AC5_## = Natalya Biography
4237744F3C019885_## = "You call that a gun?!?"\n\nWere it not for his violent and
stubborn temper, perhaps Moren would have become a scholar, quietly studying in a
tower somewhere. But being a dwarf, Moren was born to drink and fight, preferring
fists and bullets over words even when the debate was academic. As a result, no
scholars wanted to take him on as an apprentice. This forced him to use his dexterous
hands to forge another path: science and blacksmithing.\n\nAccording to (somewhat
incomplete) statistics, nearly half of the most highly regarded weapons in the land
were either crafted or modified by Moren. Therefore, everyone, from the mightiest of
Gods to the most despicable of demons, holds him in high regard. This also meant that
Moren was able to maintain a neutral position and, in some ways, remain above it all,
for a very long time. \n\nSlimz the Trustworthy sensed a new business opportunity in
Moren's weapon forging abilities. After haggling over the price, the two eventually
signed a lifetime contract. From then on, Slimz had complete ownership of all weapons
created by Moren. In return, Moren received several precious mechanical diagrams, an
endless supply of materials, and the Castle of Alchemy. This partnership made both
parties extremely wealthy, but it also made them the new target of the Army of the
Fallen.\n\nFollowing a joint assault by Preyta and Skud, the Castle of Alchemy
suffered a devastating defeat. Slimz hoped to retain at least some influence, but he
had nothing left to bargain with, and could not persuade the stubborn Moren to stop
resisting. He had no choice but to terminate the contract and make Moren a free agent
again. Deeply moved by this, Moren deployed his few remaining weapons at the castle
and launched a final attack that halted the enemy's advance.\n\nMoren's actions
enraged Skud who, in a devastating fit of rage, completely annihilated the castle's
defenses and all but destroyed Omega, who had recently arrived to aid the castle's
defense. Moren, who was seriously injured, attempted to detonate an incendiary bomb
that would have taken Skud down with him. However, Omega dragged him to safety before
he could detonate the bomb. Moren was grateful yet resentful. Eventually, he followed
Omega's advice and accepted a proposal by Thane, the human commander. \n\nIn exchange,
Omega shared with him the secrets of advanced mechanical principles, allowing him to
create a new generation of high-tech weaponry.
42570B15630F878F_## = Sunfall Valley
428209CEBE14AD19_## = Boulderdom
429634892B657792_## = Butterfly
42C2CF538BB4C47E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
42DE99795C086FCA_## = Valhein and Violet became close friends during their student
days at the Military Academy, and their friendship continued as they both joined the
Demon Hunters.
42E960CD845EA9A1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
43089EE5ED21E09A_## = The Elda River runs from Mt. Orphean through the southeast
valley of Elborne Woods into the Federation of the Free. The segment in Federation
territory is called the Red River, from the red color of the minerals that seep into
the water.
430F4AC0D4C83F0A_## = What does the ring behind my back do?
431EB56B17CB5337_## = Diego
4324A53998F90FA4_## = Mountains become plains, sea becomes land.\nLong have I
journeyed alone across this vast land.\nTogether we shall walk across its
face,\nSeeking its mysteries, its legends, its truths.
4324A84A2C1EAD57_## = Payna
4354FB026519C771_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
43B11FA99DFEE7BC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
43C6FFB40B605E79_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
43D6F1F765514627_## = Valhein Biography
43F0AD5062FCDDE2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
440BF7FC3187C1E1_## = Has to wear glasses because of all those hours spent at the
library late at night.
4427D5CA3FE956B3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4435136A12F13385_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Kill</color>
445884A5CC5416DC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
446D7695B2F2350B_## = Mina watchs over Zip with strict discipline, but permit Zip to
sleep with her when he could not sleep after hearing a horror story.
44CA0C3D26ADB981_## = Located in the northeast region of the Kingdom of Norman, Bach
lies across the straits from the vast Gobi Desert, acting as the trade hub between the
kingdom and the Helios Empire, a trade route that has brought great wealth to the
remote duchy.
4527E4D629EA026D_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
45573140F8085868_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
456814CCEE2828EE_## = Alice
4571BEE66A096EA8_## = Chapter 5
45A4E3E7BE501DF7_## = Patience will see you through.
45A71810279AEC67_## = Humans
45B129855739A279_## = 11 Mar
45C592A7E4551352_## = We're the perfect pair!
45F0873C5DDA3C83_## = Ishar
4611CD7133A3349E_## = "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!"\n\nWithout the element of earth,
this world would be nothing! As the manifestation of Mother Earth's will, Lumburr was
bestowed with sentience and unmatched resolve. He had silently guarded the earth and
its creatures for millennia. Lumburr acted in accordance with the laws of nature: the
survival of the fittest! With this single law as his moral code, he never intervened
between the wars of Men and Beasts. \n\n"That is nature's way. "\n\nHowever, Lumburr
could not stand idly by when he saw the unnatural forces of Hell destroying everything
within their path. Witnessing their brutality firsthand, Lumburr was more than willing
to take the burden of war onto his powerful shoulders. Without hesitation, he emerged
from the forest and threw himself into the fray. \n\nAfter engaging in countless
battles, Lumburr was soon recognized as the most reliable defensive force for the
Allied Army. In fact, once Lumburr's mountainous form began rampaging across the
battlefield none stood a chance at victory.\n\n"I must eradicate all those who would
oppose nature!"
4677E3D873210DA6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
468D486C2220C875_## = Blades of Time, rend my foe!
469B894D8ED5FA88_## = Kingdom of Norman
46C8F601C507EACE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
46E1B1A85E8FF92A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
46F63691FA3D3C74_## = To save Athanor, the Creator spread the seeds of the World Tree
at the point where it was sundered. The roots of the World Tree hold the land of
Athanor together, and the elves are sworn to protect it.
46F956EA61535C18_## = Volkath Biography
46FA49EE8016C8D4_## = Fellow Mercenaries
4701800B49CF6C81_## = "I am one with the wind and the sand."\n\nAzzen'Ka whispered,
and the sandstorm swallowed the capital of the Helios Empire like the maws of a great
beast. After betraying his faith, his country and his friends, and spending hundreds
of years in exile in the desert wastes, Azzen'Ka had returned to claim the throne of
his homeland.\n\n"The sun shall shine no more. My divine light shall guide the world!"
Having buried the empire with his own hands, Azzen'Ka wasted no time building his
dream theocracy. The Imperial Temple, which witnessed his ascension to godhood, became
the first cornerstone of the theocracy. Once, Azzen'Ka was the first High Priest of
the Temple; now, he was its god. Azzen'Ka spared the Temple his divine wrath and
accepted all those who swore fealty to him, whether they were previously loyal to the
throne or the Revolutionaries.\n\nAs a young child must stand on the corpse of a giant
to see further, so must the new theocracy build upon the remnants of the empire.
Azzen'Ka's plan was to wipe out the royal line, thus eliminating any obstacles to his
accession of the imperial heritage. Then, he needed loyal followers to replace the
former royal family and royalists in the new theocracy.\n\nBut even the best-laid
plans of gods can go awry. Prince Murad managed to escape with the help of the
imperial artifacts and was last seen in the Gobi region in the west, out of Azzen'Ka's
reach. The Revolutionaries demonstrated far greater strength and organization than
expected, and though most of their elite forces went down with the city of Helios,
they were surely even now gathering strength for a comeback.\n\nRight now, however,
Azzen'Ka did not have the luxury of thinking about these things â€“ not with the
negotiation that he was facing.\n\n"You are late. Never forget that your nation's
continued existence owes itself to our support." The raspy voice in the darkness was
harsh, biting. Few had the nerve to talk to Azzen'Ka like this, unless they had the
backing of a demon. One of the wisest and most powerful demons.\n\n"My friend from the
Abyss, you know how the best-laid plans can go awry. I, Azzen'Ka, Lord of the Desert
of Death, shall assuage your anger with loyalty as unwavering as the sun." Azzen'Ka
put on the calmest and most respectful tone he could manage.\n\n"It is too late,
Azzen'Ka! The northern front has collapsed. If the armies you promised could have
moved two months earlier, even one month, the situation would have been completely
different!" Mganga gradually raised his voice as he spoke.\n\n"But you still have the
advantage in the south, have you not? The mages are your main foe in the south, and
their nest stands in the way of my eastward advanceâ€¦'the enemy of my enemy'. Was
that not the premise of our cooperation?"\n\n"I see you have not allowed your little
victory to get to your head. Yes, we need you to put pressure on the Magister Council,
and then we will be in position to breach the Great Wall together. Then you shall have
the desert lands to yourself, as Mistress Veera promisedâ€¦here is the information you
wanted. Do not be late again!" With this, Mganga's figure disappeared in the darkness.
Remote image â€“ a technique frequently used by Abyss demons to communicate with their
followers in Athanor. Mganga, of course, was no demon â€“ he simply did not dare risk
his neck meeting Azzen'Ka in the desert face-to-face by himself.\n\nAzzen'Ka paid
little heed to Mganga's insolence. Little more than a clown, he thought, hardly worth
wasting time and effort on. Especially with the information of incredible value that
Azzen'Ka now had in his hands: the location of Prince Murad and the Blades of
Time.\n\n"The desert lands? What am I, some unambitious village oaf? No, I will not be
content until I see all of Athanor covered in golden sandsâ€¦" With a malicious grin,
Azzen'Ka rubbed the parchment in his hands until it turned into powder.\n\nFinding
Murad and the artifact was of paramount importance to whether Azzen'Ka would be able
to stand opposite the Abyss demons as equals. Right now, however, he must remain in
his temple and consolidate his rule, while gaining strength from his worshippers'
faith to restore his losses from the "divine wrath". He had been able to maintain his
image of strength simply because there was no other who could contest it in the
desert.\n\nThis was why Azzen'Ka could not afford to allow Murad to repair the
artifacts and return to exact his revenge. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' It
did not take long for him to formulate a new plan â€“ Yena, former emissary of the
Revolutionaries, now a Revolutionary mole in the Temple. By no means did Azzen'Ka
fully believe the loyalty that she expressed, but he did trust in that as a
Revolutionary of common birth, she would not pass up a chance to kill the last living
member of the royal family and take the imperial artifacts for herself.\n\n"Go! Go
where the divine light does not shine, find the fugitive prince Murad, and restore the
artifacts of the empire!"\n
473E565F012F5654_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4743ED25A9E78FE7_## = The sound of galloping hooves echoed in the skies of Sunfall
Valley. Like a tide of steel two thousand heavily armored knights swept through the
battlefield, mounted on the tall and heavy Shor breed found in the foothills of Mt.
Orphean, cutting a bloody swath through Shadow Worms and abyssal beasts.Riding along
the other edges of the Lokheim battle lines, they were attempting to meet up with the
army from Verno Forest, who had arrived in the southwest and were already engaging the
Lokheim forces. The first priority was to establish communication, and, depending on
how their allies were faring, to either have them hold their ground or retreat and go
around to meet up with the Okka forces.Riding at the heaed of the force, Yorn looked
out and saw massive abyssal beasts holding their ground behind trenches and
barricades, and only Shadow Worms stood in the horsemen's path. The sheer numbers of
these creatures might pose a major threat to most people, but they were less than a
nuisance to the elites of Okka and Veda. Yet it was not entirely in vain that Lokheim
sent these creatures out - they served as Lokheim's eyes and ears, passing on what
they saw to their dark masters.Yorn gripped his mount's reins even tighter. Lokheim
strategy and tactics had evolved by leaps and bounds since they began to recruit the
Corrupted from among the human ranks. No longer do they simply rely on brute force;
now they could maneuver, attack and defend with the same effectiveness as their
opponents. This was a matter of much concern to Veda, yet there was little they could
do about it.And all this had to do with the evolution of the human race.Wars were a
simple affair in the ancient era. The two sides faced off on a battlefield and simply
charged at each other, and the side that was stronger won. Weaker than the beastfolk
physically, humans were forced to seek shelter under the Veda banner, and in time
earned the Archons' trust.In the First Lokheim Invasion, however, the Archons cut off
contact with the outside world, and the humans were forced to fend for themselves.
Facing possible extinction, humans developed armor, weapons, cavalry, tactics,
strategy, slowly evolving into a power to be reckoned with.Veera saw the potential in
the human race, and it was she who overruled the others and began to invite elites
among the human hierarchy to join Lokheim, forming what would become the Corrupted.
Not to be outdone, Veda also began to absorb believers from the human and beastmen
ranks, bolstering their greatest weakness - the lack of numbers.Who could have
imagined that humans would become the deciding factor in the war between gods and
demons? Yorn shook his head and put his wry thoughts behind him. He had a job to
do."You have hooves, stand in line! Hold yer' sticks and stones, or hold yer' fists up
if you ain't got either! Protect the long-ears!"Long-ears stay behind the line and
shoot! Wood-head's gonna make ya ten thousand arrows a day, so just keep shootin'!"You
have claws, keep yer' eyes open and claw 'em if they get through! And remember these
things ain't clean, so don't ya swallow 'em if you bite, or ya gonna learn what a REAL
stomach ache is!"In the southwest, the forces of the forest have begun deploying with
surprising organization. From beasts to elves, the army obeyed Baldum the Centaur's
gruff yet effective orders unquestioningly, for he was a veteran of the First Lokheim
Invasion, and honored by the Elven Queen herself.Baldum never studied military theory
like the humans did, but years of experience taught him that it was always easier to
defend then attack, holding your ground while the foe broke themselves against your
front like waves upon the rock.He knew, also, that the enemy had no choice but to
attack, for Y'bneth had already taken root. Blessed by the world tree, the Treefolk
was a walking forest unto himself.The dark ritual being performed by the Lokheim
forces covered hundreds of miles in dark energy, causing the afflicted areas to become
barren wastelands devoid of life, and nourishing the dark creatures that formed the
Lokheim army.But the sun, though blocked, did not disappear. As Y'bneth absorbed the
sun's energy, the power of light continued to grow, threatening the resurrection
ritual.This was not a threat that Lokheim could ignore, and the abyssal legions
immediately began to move towards the forest guardians' camp."Damn! Did that bitch
Marja really let that nutjob out?" Seeing the leader of the oncoming army, Baldum
immediately headed towards the frontlines. This foe was a task he dared not let anyone
else handle."Hey wood-head! Hold the line here, I'm gonna deal with that nutjob!"It
was Omen, the most bloodthirsty of the Lokheim lords, whose lust for slaughter spared
neither ally nor foe, and left hundreds of miles devoid of any living thing on his
killing sprees. He was rumored to be imprisoned within the depths of the Abyss, but it
seemed that Lokheim had set him free for the purpose of this battle.On the battlefield
Omen stood by himself, for no one dared approach within twenty-feet of him. Y'bneth
was not foolish enough to engage Omen in direct combat, but observed his foe's
progress, and prepared to lay a trap.In the skies, Preyta overflew the Forest
Guardians' battle lines. Arrows from the ground failed to stop him, and bomblets
carrying poison and plague fell towards the massed formations."Lord Y'bneth!" The
half-elf priestess Lindis, commanding in Baldum's place, was first to notice the
threat from the sky, and she turned to Y'bneth for guidance."Be calm."
475CF761746811E3_## = Veera appreciates Maloch's trust and protection. They are like
family to each other, and Veera's complaints of his stupidity are no more than good-
natured ribbing.
4781A1632E2CA436_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
478A6EB4E6168B10_## = Hunting Game
478B9BFEC2F0144A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4794AE5DBB026934_## = Unknown
479FE62AEF928806_## = Failure is not an option.
47BE97F2BEB266EA_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
47C4923304F3F211_## = Why did Yena join the Revolutionaries?
47DB3CA1C272BE35_## = Hall of Wealth
47E2B7B7AFB37679_## = Volkath
48043F1419D25612_## = The Terror
480842B2839AF56A_## = True believers of the Light shall find salvation.
481F6E4D5C77F220_## = Experienced in intelligence gathering, knows many secrets of
Athanor.
483C9B53BCD64189_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
4859CB0C1AD36A53_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
488A6684214672DF_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
48A945A86A6997F3_## = 182cm
490B2422D2D90C4A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
49125E2FA50C78A5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
49158CE0D72734BB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
49430B6948DEDA49_## = Kriknak
497982E27AA042CA_## = 131cm
498899AC74B5293B_## = When Richter first saw Errol, he did not think the boy would
last three months. Little did he imagine, however, that he would watch Errol fall from
a cliff before his own eyes.
49B880236A545B68_## = The Soul Harvester
49CB9797AFEBCDAE_## = Florentino
4A008A7233B8065B_## = 19 Apr
4A0B8553BB4B41DA_## = South of Elborne Woods, the Southern Sea is the only sea region
under elf control, and the first line of defense against a Lokheim invasion from the
sea.
4A11EDC1C922E04F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4A304E9FC4D1867D_## = Dirak
4A3BDBE5FC2A982B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
4A5B11C12DB5E2B8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
4A5CEC8BF4E76B9E_## = Holds a tea party with friends every Friday.
4A5EA6D4D800E49E_## = 17 Feb
4A7DDD2F062988D8_## = Elborne Woods
4A8AF2A4B808FC01_## = Liliana
4A8F897C89B9DE5B_## = I am Butterfly.
4A92E1C26F712067_## = Dirak Biography
4AACB2C81458D1DE_## = When the rich mines had been completely exhausted, Mildar, the
city that stands on steel, lost its glory.\n\nIndustrial expansion once brought
fortune to Mildar, yet the mines were now depleted, and industry dwindled.
Opportunistic industrialists plucked the very last resources as they departed, and the
city was left with myriads of industrial waste. Expediency is only human nature, and
it explains why the citizens migrated to other cities after the economic recession and
the abrupt environmental change. Of course, some stubborn people stayed behind, and
Elsu was one of them.\n\nAs a native Mildarian, Elsu had a strong bond with the city.
His parents died in a plague not long after he was born. Thankfully, Mildar was under
rapid development and citizens had many social benefits, so Elsu was raised in an
orphanage. He aspired to become a â€œCity Guardianâ€ in order to repay the
city.\n\nWith outstanding academic performance and excellent archery skills, Elsu
became a decorated City Guardian. Even though he looked serious all the time, he was
loved and respected by his comrades. His shots also never missed their targets during
the war. In just 3 years, Elsuâ€™s special team not only completed all military
missions with excellent results, but also were praised by the Federal Council on
various occasions.\n\nTherefore, when the authority decided to abandon Mildar, the
Federal council issued an order to move this brilliant special team to handle more
difficult scouting missions behind enemy lines. The second Darkness Invasion was
winding down, and as a member of the Allied Powers, the Federation of the Free
invested all they had into this epic war.\n\nâ€œThis is the greatest war in human
history! Together with our allies, we will send those filthy devils back to the
abyss!â€ Spirited, every solider participated in the war to fight for glory and
honor.\n\nExcept Elsu.\n\nâ€œDo you know what you are doing? Look at the badge on your
chest! You are betraying it!â€ Facing criticism from his comrades, Elsu seemed
deflated, â€œI have sworn to protect this city until I die. I will keep my promise
even though it is already in ruins. Iâ€™m sorry, but Iâ€™m afraid I canâ€™t fight with
you anymore.â€ \n\nThe majority of the soldiers could not fathom Elsuâ€™s emotional
attachment to the city. Even though Elsu was ridiculed as â€œcowardâ€ ,
â€œchickenheartedâ€ or â€œdraft dodgerâ€ , he still insisted on leaving the military.
His comrades departed Mildar angrily as Elsu watched them leave.\n\nâ€œYou donâ€™t
have to do this. Mildar is done for.â€ Moren, who also chose to stay, said to Elsu.
After the war of Fort Alchemy, Moren returned to his hometown, Mildar.\n\nâ€œThen, why
did you come back?â€ asked Elsu.\n\n"I'm old, you're young. Don't ask me why." Moren
waved his hand and walked away.\n\n"Everyone has a reason," thought Elsu as he watched
his friends depart.\n\nâ€œBut if one day they are in trouble, I will protect them with
everything I have!â€
4AB684B0A51110B0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4B0655187BAAFAD6_## = Where I tread, no darkness shall dwell.
4B41582E0284F995_## = Unknown
4B7B451FAA7DBCAE_## = Let the gods stand in my way if they dare!\nNo one will stop my
path of slaughter!\nTo war!
4B8D811ED5F1211B_## = Afata
4B93E4435FCBA5F3_## = "What is the meaning of life without freedom?"\nAt the peak of
Mt. Orphean, a young boy with golden hair and crimson eyes asked his teacher. The
teacher put down his book sand smiled, "True freedom is not to do whatever you want;
it is to be able to refuse what you do not want to do."\nThe boy smiled and his eyes
shone with mischief. "Can I refuse you then, Master Edras?"\n"I'm afraid not, Volkath.
You are talented, but you have much to learn before the Holy Light will accept you."
Edras tried to bring the conversation back on course. Volkath was intelligent, but too
willful, too insistent on doing things his own way to accept the teachings of the Holy
Light.Volkath shrugged and did not press the issue, but the smugness on his face was
apparent. He did not notice the three girls sitting in front sneaking peeks back at
him, Edras' three favorite students, Marja, Kahlii, Ilumia, who would become the Three
Maidens of Veda. Nor did he know that one of them would become his lover, another his
fervent supporter, and the last his mortal enemy.\nAlso sneaking a peek at Volkath was
Veera, sitting in a corner, her timid eyes filled with worry. Indeed, the seemingly
innocuous debate had caught the attention of all the other students - with the
exception of Maloch, who was always on Volkath's side, rain or shine.Past, present,
future - whatever path he chose, Volkath always had a loyal group of followers who
walked with him, for he was as generous to his friends as he was merciless to his
enemies.\nEdras sensed the threat posed by Volkath's charisma, but still he tried to
bring Volkath back to the light, until finally Volkath put an end to the link between
master and student.\nIn the great battle that pitted gods against demons Edras fell,
and Volkath turned to the abyss. By his side were Veera and Maloch, the first to join
Volkath in his rebellion, and Kahlii, one of the Three Maidens of Veda. Conspicuously
missing, however, was Volkath's lover Marja, another of the Three Maidens."Would you
come with me if I truly turned against the Holy Light?" Volkath asked Marja before he
took the final step.\n"I will cut off you head and hang it at the top of the temple,
to show the world what happens to traitors." Marja had wavered between her teacher and
her lover, but the call of duty was strong, and eventually she declined Volkath's
invitation.\n"Choice is both a right and a duty, my love. You will understand, in
time." Volkath whispered in her ear, "There is no safety in the margin between light
and darkness. There is only storm and fury, even if it has yet to rear its head. This
is my parting gift for you. You will need it, when the storm comes..."As he spoke, he
lifted Marja's chin and kissed her, a kiss so long that Marja felt out of breath. It
was as though she lost something, and gained something at the same time.\nVolkath did
not tell Marja that he had gifted her a part of his soul, with which he broke the hold
that the Holy Light had on her, and planted the seeds for her transformation.
Infinitely patient and confident, he was certain that the woman who he loved would one
day accept his ideals, and return to his embrace, to walk again with him side by
side.When the Holy Light was tarnished, Lokheim welcomed their new lord. Volkath
correctly predicted the political machinations in Veda after Edras' death, with Ilumia
banishing Marja. His parting gift for Marja would help her break the shackles of
light, and reunite them in the abyss.What Volkath did not count on was that his
invasion of Athanor would become his own downfall. With the help of the World Tree
Telâ€™Annas fell Volkath with a single arrow, sending the Lokheim forces routing back
to the abyss. When Marja escaped from prison she was greeted not by her lover with
open arms, but a cold, grey tombstone.Marja's fury was terrible. Seeking vengeance on
Afata, she sent Shadow Worms innumerable against Afafa, leaving vast areas of
lifeless, barren wastelands in their wake. For a hundred years afterwards the forces
of Afata never stepped out of their territory, fearful of the threat that Marja
posed."Marja, my love. Who could have thought that the parting gift I left for you
would become the key to my resurrection?"\nA chance encounter awakened the piece of
soul that Volkath had left in Marja, completing their reunion, if only in spirit - in
the literal sense of the word.\n"Oh, my love, my love!" Marja gazed longingly at
Volkath's almost fully transparent apparition. "How I have longed to burn every last
branch and leaf of the accursed World Tree, and wring the neck of the elven queen with
my own two hands!"\nVolkath's spirit extended its arms and embraced Marja with
ethereal arms. "Look how beautiful and powerful you have become, free from the bondage
of the light! Once you were merely a puppet of the light; now you have found yourself,
and where you truly belong."\nEven without physical form, even as a mere fragment, a
shadow of its former self, the presence of Volkath's spirit was overwhelming.\n"The
false light shall be dispelled, and the freedom of darkness shall reign. Then I shall
take your hand, and together we shall stand above all!"
4B9AD6EA4BAEB80E_## = More than Bodybuard
4BCA593E4C5E53E9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
4C053639515B1804_## = Even in Lokheim, little is known of Omen's origins. No one
denied his incredible power, but no one was foolish enough fight alongside him
either.\n\nHe played a key role in the First Divinity War, but he was also utterly
uncontrollable, slaughtering allies as well as enemies, and thus found himself
banished from Maloch's armies, until Arduin's assault on Rime Pass forced Lokheim to
unleash him.\n\nOmen did not disappoint. He single-handedly dismantled the Veda
assault, leaving behind no survivors, only a terrifying scene of carnage.\n\nOmen
himself disappeared after the battle. No one knows where he went, and it is unlikely
that anyone would be foolish enough to try to find out.
4C0F8B1FD7043192_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4C15BC82F0012BA8_## = Bathes in the light of the dawning sun every morning.
4C17DF50D03A78A6_## = The Old Growth
4C29176661F5B57C_## = Toro Biography
4C2A7F70D76E9A53_## = No paint can rival the beauty of fresh blood.
4C2B8CA297737CEE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
4C49D647F1765703_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4C82470D70A108BF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4C9F2D23D7DC9F4F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4CA86A5099A243ED_## = Use skill <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> to Silent a hero for
4CBC4EF0EB2EEE86_## = "Thunder! At my beck and call!"\n\nTulen was a demigod born to
the call of thunder and lightning. He was an extraordinary child, able to bend thunder
and lightning to his will. The thunder Tulen created was a thousand times stronger
than regular magic. Some would call it godlike. Ilumia the Seer saw fit to place him
under the tutelage of Aleister in order to learn the intricacies of his
powers.\n\nYet, the sly Aleister did not take a liking to Tulen. He sensed that Tulen
would one day take his place, and thus decided he would teach Tulen nothing, not a
single spell. Unfortunately for Aleister, this method of teaching worked in Tulen's
favor. His innate ability to control thunder allowed him to harness his powers without
spells, While his vivid imagination propelled his powers to even greater
heights.\n\nTulen's success sent Aleister into a spiral that would eventually lead to
his downfall. Tulen was not blind to his teacher's ploy, however. He had no intention
of taking Aleister's place. Far from it. Yet, he also had no intention of giving
anyone else the throne of thunder. He wanted the absolute freedom Aleister had...
something a pupil like him would have great difficulty achieving.\n\nFinally, Tulen
descended upon the temple with his godlike thunder and wiped away his teacher's sigil,
burning his own upon the throne before stunned eyes. In so doing, he proved that he
not only had the strength to take Aleister's place, but that the throne of thunder had
already chosen him. Then, under Ilumia's guidance, Tulen successfully ascended the
throne of thunder.\n\nHis first task was to recapture the throne's previous owner â€“
his own teacher, Aleister, for without Aleister, Tulen only held the title without the
power. Tulen understood that this near-impossible task was given to him to curb his
wanton display of power, but he didn't care.\n\n"No one understands what I truly
desire!"
4CDC857A5497D54F_## = His conversations with Dirak usually involve Dirak talking most
of the time.
4CF5CAB511DC7753_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4D2A70D32A895F7D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
4D470EFB10EDCF1F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4D76D2EA6E1C76BB_## = The gods had retreated from the world. The holy light of Mt.
Orphean was becoming dimmer by the day. Doubt had crept into the halls of Veda, and
Ilumia's reign was facing an unprecedented challenge."If Light is the true way and
Darkness is false, why have we not heard from the God of Light?"\nMany Archons had
begun to doubt. All of them had been through the Divinity War ten thousand years ago,
and have seen the cruelty and brutality of the dark power of the abyss.Could Volkath
be right? Are we simply pawns for the gods, as Volkath said? Doubt and pessimism grew
by the day, to the extent that Ilumia could no longer ignore them. Such heresies
threatened the legitimacy of the rule of order, and she made an example of several
defeatists by punishing them severely, an act that simply drew even more backlash.It
was time, then, for a show of force. Ilumia walked out of the temple to face the angry
crowd that had gathered. The seed of dissent must be nipped in the bud, lest it grow
out of control."Those who blaspheme against the gods shall be punished!" A ball of
purple light formed in her hand - the power of the gods, which the Archons had been
denied ever since the gods retreated from the world. Without it, they were powerless
against the invaders from Lokheim.\nBut somehow, Ilumia was able to wield this power,
even now. The dissenters looked at each other, unsure."Do not be fooled by her parlor
tricks!" Cried the dissenter leader. Ilumia looked in his direction, and a ball of
purple light flew towards him, exploding with magical energy - but only managed to
leave behind a small burn mark on his chest.\n"This is no power of the gods!"
Confidence returned to the dissenter leader, despite the injury. "Do not fear her!
Cast the harlot down from her throne!"\nIncited by their leader, the angry mob charged
at Ilumia.\nIlumia simply smiled. The next instant, a much greater mass of magical
energy formed in her palm, and a massive purple cloud flew at the oncoming mob, easily
sweeping them aside. Ilumia had shown them a taste of her true power."There's no
turning back! Remember what happened to Marja! She will show no mercy!"\nThese were
powerful words, and they spurred the dissenters on, in awe as they were of Ilumia's
power. Any dissenter that was not lying on the ground injured from Ilumia's attack
once against charged at Ilumia.\n"Fools."\nPurple bands of light surrounded Ilumia,
repelling all who would approach her.\n"Witness now, the true power of the
gods."\nIlumia raised her hand towards the sky, and the dissenters looked up.\nThey
looked up to see a star falling towards them.
4DA725CE08E1E021_## = Lokheim lord, advisor
4DEB35037D904A43_## = Ignis
4E036B6FE902D8D6_## = Do you wish to wield the power of thunder?\nIt's not so
difficult. Follow me, and I will see whether you are worthy to study with me.
4E069704DC12DCDA_## = Chapter 7
4E4DAEA06BED4435_## = The Lord of Darkness, reborn in darkness.
4E57F3B696776FBC_## = The Wunderkind
4E5F61AE1FF00736_## = West to Afata is the Boiling Sea, Cresht's homeland. Nearby is
the Maelstrom of Lokheim, and the Lokheim presence has driven many of the Boiling
Sea's inhabitants into the forest.
4E8194E103F3C54E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4EA570060C310766_## = Once considered inferior among the Archons because of his poor
intelligence, Maloch is now one of the most feared demon lords. In ancient times he
lived in the wilds with Veera and Volkath, but with the Pact of Light and the
establishment of Veda he was forced to move to Mt. Orphean, to be instructed by
Archmage Edras. There he was subject to much scorn from his fellow students for his
poor intelligence and lack of progress, and though Volkath and Veera shielded him from
the worst, he began to harbor a deep grudge against Veda and all it stood
for.\n\nMaloch was the first to join Volkath in his rebellion against the gods, and
the first to follow the dark lord into the Abyss. Relying on his superior
constitution, he was the first to experiment with the dark energy of the Abyss on
himself, a process that gave him greatly elevated demonic strength, and compensated
for some of his weaknesses. He was at the fore of Lokheim's two major invasions into
Athanor, slaughtering many heroes of the Archons, Elves and Humans.\n\nWith Volkath's
return, Maloch once again takes up the banner of the Lokheim vanguard, ready to lead
the third invasion.
4EAFE99309463614_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4ED8DE9A4038D5B9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4F083C004E05394C_## = Sisters of Lokheim
4F32ADB48D873EA1_## = This'll only hurt a bitâ€¦
4F37326957510577_## = Nakroth swore fealty to Maloch, whom he both respected and
feared, seeking revenge against old enemies.
4F6B85317E681E8F_## = Dragon's Roar
4F6F0898E2F0758E_## = One of the legions of Lokheim, consisting primarily of demons
under Maloch's command.
4F9225F89449850A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
4F965C1E553457B4_## = Nemesis of the Forest
4F96EA3D43D300E1_## = Kingdom of Okka
4FC8BB0B10171835_## = The heads of countless prey line his walls.
4FCEE45AAA9A1A40_## = 7 Jan
4FF5D4A261447043_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
500429F993531E0D_## = Commit seppuku
501A43EDB302A9B9_## = The Seer
50531411F29950A4_## = What would Enzo do if Yorn was kidnapped during his morning
prayer?
50BFAE5FA7608BE9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
50C8EBC63CE86A29_## = 165cm
50F1612CC6ACBCB7_## = Lokheim
50F7F44330773963_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
514A0B6F5F2D6799_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5185A58BAC36B61B_## = Afata
51C56107B5694A21_## = D'Arcy sat in his laboratory, watching Murad's group through his
magic crystal, having been informed of their arrival by the sentries. He did not have
many guests here at the Great Wall - most of his friends were either no longer among
the living, or simply came and went as they pleased, and he was curious about these
visitors."Interesting. Very interesting." D'Arcy muttered and turned his gaze to
Murad's belt. "Very interesting indeed."The train passed through the military district
and arrived at one of the Great Wall's hubs. According to Adele, there were hundreds
of such hubs across the length of the wall, drawing magical power from the environment
and feeding it into the wall's myriad magical defenses, such as the powerful magic
cannons that sat atop the wall.As the trio alighted the train and approached the wall
on foot, Adele pointed to a long row of names etched into it. The names of the heroes
who died defending the wall, she said.Yena gazed up at the names of the heroes, and
thought back to her former home, the fallen empire, and her friends, buried beneath
the sand, their names lost to the desert. She did not stop, however, and followed
Murad and Adele into a small metal cage, which Adele called an "elevator".Adele saw
the two of them off and waved goodbye. "I must return to my duties. Lord D'Arcy's
assistant will receive you at the top. Good luck!"The elevator doors closed and began
to move with a low hum, slowly accelerating as it ascended. The feeling of increased
weight was not especially uncomfortable, but unfamiliar and unsettling. Yena sneaked a
peak at Murad, who was impassive, silent, and seemingly uninterested in any
conversation. Yena looked back down, twiddling her fingers without a word.The former
prince of a once-great empire. A former temple acolyte with many faces who served many
masters, or at least professed masters. In this isolated, claustrophobic space with no
one else around them, they set aside the masks that they wore in public, licking
wounds too old, too deep and too painful to reveal to anyone who did not share
them.The silence did not last for long, though it felt like an eternity. A chime
sounded, and the elevator came to a stop. In less than a dozen seconds, Murad and Yena
had arrived from ground level to the top of the wall, nearly a hundred stories high.
Both of them looked up and put on their best smile. It was time to make a good
impression."Welcome to the Laboratory of Dimensional Magic. Interim Laboratory, if one
is to be perfectly exact." A middle-aged gentleman with a rather generous waistline
was waiting outside the elevator, dressed in a formal black suit and wearing a
monocle. "My name is Bubba, and I am Lord D'Arcy's assistant. Allow me to take you to
the reception room.""Thank you, Bubba," replied Murad, now looking every bit the part
of the flamboyant and carefree prince. The two of them followed Bubba through a narrow
corridor with silver walls and floor, barely wide enough for two people to walk side-
by-side."Kindly stay on the marked sections of the corridor," said Bubba as he led the
way. "Lord D'Arcy has been conducting experiments on Dimensional Magic in this place
for hundreds of years, and it has inevitably had a destabilizing effect on the planar
fabric. As you value your existence kindly do not step outside these two silver lines,
or we cannot guarantee that we will be able to retrieve any molecule of yours for your
next of kin." Only then did Murad and Yena notice a silver line running along the
corridor on each side, making the already-narrow corridor even more cramped. Yena
slowed down a bit to allow Murad to go ahead, following behind in a file."Lord D'Arcy
must be...frugal, keeping his own space so simple. Surely he could have had a much
more spacious environment if he wished," said Murad drily."He does not have many
visitors to show off to. I am the only one who uses this corridor regularly," said
Bubba, patting his belly with a hint of pride. "The width of this corridor is built to
yours truly's specifications.""What about the others? Adele said there are many
students at the lab studying under D'Arcy," called out Yena from the rear of the
file."Ah, have you forgotten where you are?" Laughed Bubba as he shook his balding
head. "The students use the dimensional portals that Lord D'Arcy set up. Those who are
incapable of activating the portals are, of course, unworthy to study with Lord
D'Arcy.""Do you mean there are Andura Stones here? Andura Stones, attuned to
Dimensional Magic?" Yena's question was not so much a question as an affirmation.
Though she had never had a formal magic education, she had some knowledge of the
arcane through her training at the Temple, and she knew that Andura Stones of the
corresponding nature were required to maintain an enchantment for an extended
period.Without even realizing it, Murad had grabbed the hilt protruding from his belt,
belonging to one of the twin Blades of Time, sacred artifacts of the Helios Empire
passed down through the royal line, said to be able to tear open the fabric of space
and take the bearer back in time. Overuse had exhausted and damaged the artifact, now
relegated to its sheath to prevent further loss of its powers.
51CC61BF121DFFA6_## = Not only is Wisp the adopted daughter of the renowned master
Moren, she is also the younger sister of Max, the â€œWunderkindâ€ . While envied by
many in Cedar City, a hub for talented elites from all around Athanor, Wisp secretly
confessed that itâ€™s difficult being the sister of a genius.\n\nBut having a famous
father and a genius brother does have its perks. Under their influences, Wisp became a
tinkerer of machines at a very young age, even though everything she touched broke
down mysteriously or simply exploded. Eventually she became known as the â€œDemolition
Expert of the Labâ€ .\n\nâ€œDonâ€™t worry, itâ€™s just wear and tear,â€ Moren always
comforted Wisp with these kind words to encourage her to keep exploring. She believed
him and carried on with her experiments, but at the expense of Max, who worked in the
same lab and had to put up with mysterious explosions, shock waves and the mess that
Wisp left behind...\n\nâ€œDonâ€™t worry, itâ€™s just wear and tear,â€ Wisp would
comfort Max with those very same words.\n\nIn less than two years, Wisp had mastered
everything about machines and what they are capable of. She also found her calling in
bombs, which meant that she had to move into the mountainous areas with less residents
to carry out advanced experiments.\n\nNaturally, Max was very happy about this
arrangement, because it meant he would be free from the nightmare that is his sister.
But being the big brother, he was still worried about her moving out, so he built her
the â€œDestructorâ€ , a mechanical transport that becomes deadly when loaded with
ammunition.\n\nâ€œThank you, bro!â€ Wisp immediately climbed into the cockpit. Max
suddenly recalled a fatal bug that he hadnâ€™t fixed, but it was too late. The
Destructor came to a halt after a series of grinding noises.\n\nWisp scowled, â€œWhat
was that? Did you build me something defective?â€ \nâ€œIt was just an accident!â€ Max
replied, but he was really thinking, â€œwell, you touched, it, so it broke down.â€
\n\nâ€œActually, you are now an extraordinary tinkerer, so you should fix it
yourself,â€ Moren finally spoke up.\n\nâ€œA piece of cake!â€ Wisp complied, slid
down from the Destructor and grabbed the wrench from Max.\n\nSoon, Wisp and a
functioning Destructor were on their way. Both Moren and Max had smiles on their faces
as they saw her off. She was finally on her own. But before they even turned around to
go home, an explosion rocked the area and they could hear Wisp screaming, â€œthe
energy core just exploded! Help me fix this!â€
51F077BC85E59562_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
521C1AAC3738D54F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
5247F3B386CC0738_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
52C46CCBDAABC487_## = Loyal Servant
5316408273D26197_## = Chapter 2
5394F49F6A645797_## = Elda River
53B0C9140AAB0AD2_## = {0} Life Steal <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
53B1CB2D20EF9649_## = Magic is the secret of creation, the breath of the world.\nThose
who befriend magic are my friend as well.
53B3329BF48C3C38_## = Dark Lord Reborn
53F45516722E9C73_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
53F651BF43CD46BC_## = Carano
540E6B905D9AEA4F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
546665E7B726BC8B_## = 190cm
54814DF7568E6EF4_## = The Seer
54892FAF41EBEA7A_## = Y'bneth Biography
54AFEFB6F7DAB4C9_## = Royal Foe
54CBEAA1316CA1CB_## = 19 Feb
54D6A9942B9A677B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
54F23AD2B542CECA_## = Eland'orr
54F2705C29936D2B_## = Born in the hills, he is an expert in surviving in the wildness.
5515C4883173F7CD_## = Was a famous playboy during his student days.
551B9D4F0DBD5E9D_## = The calm before the storm, the prelude to slaughter.\nLet heaven
and earth fall silent for us, let death live forever.
552249543AEF8294_## = The personal guards of the queen, part of the Forest Guards.
55374CB664E420C9_## = Friend and Foe
554073DCEE2E3081_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
55AA6B162C521FFA_## = The Adventurer
55B5EC6995B72788_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5626EE123BCC3BA9_## = Violet
568F031C4062378E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
570015FB106B6DBC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5701BBEC1B65DDFD_## = Toro
5720743969042639_## = Mina
576261D8F72B7002_## = 7 Oct
5783DDAED97B5B1C_## = There is one piece of rose cookie left. Both Sephera and Dirak
love this. Who should I give it to?
578F4793C4A59955_## = â€œWhat should I do after the war is over?â€ On cold nights,
Butterfly's sword emits a crimson light that radiates a sense of
warmth.\n\nâ€œSurvival is never easy for people like me, the people who feed on dirt
and blood. I have no time to think about anything else,â€ her cold voice scoffed from
the shadows. Even after several straight days of fighting, Butterfly showed no sign of
fatigue. As a well-trained mercenary, she is capable of retaining and recovering her
stamina throughout an exhausting war.\n\nButterfly was a code name given by her
mercenary order. Unlike ordinary, freelance mercenaries, Butterfly was specially
trained by the order. As the order's numbers grew, their requests became more
complicated as well. Clients started demanding specific requirements of the
mercenaries; they insisted on certain abilities, genders, ages, and even appearances.
In response, the order assiduously trained Butterfly to cater to the ever-changing
requests.\n\nAccording to her contract, Butterfly, as an orphan, was to be raised by
the mercenary order and trained in combat. Growing up, she served as a contractor for
the association, requiring her to surrender half of the bounty she earned from every
assignment as repayment for the order's investment on her, at least until her debt was
cleared.\n\nThanks to her efficiency, competence, and the shortage of other female
mercenaries, Butterfly was offered the job of protecting Astrid, the youngest daughter
of the Duke of Rose. She had completed numerous similar assignments, most of which
required her to accompany noblewomen to different events, offering protection while
dressed as a servant.\n\nHad it not been such a high-paying assignment, she would have
chosen a far more exciting task, like hunting a dragon from the abyss, or eliminating
the leader of a group of bandits. Anything else seemed a better alternative to
entertaining a bunch of socialites, spending the whole night listening to their
trivial gossip.\n\nStrangely, the new assignment was not as boring as Butterfly had
expected. In retrospect, she was thrilled, if not overwhelmed, by the experience, as
she was sent to protect Astrid in a fight against the Lokheim army that had defeated
Arduin and the Vedan knights.\n\nAfter the deaths of her father and brother, and the
siege of her castle, the young Astrid led the Knights of Rose into battle in the name
of the Rose family. Butterfly was hired to protect Astrid, and when the fighting had
finally stopped, both were left wounded and scarred from days of battle.\n\nIn fact,
according to the regulations of the mercenary order, Butterfly was entitled to abandon
the assignment according to the contract's clause regarding â€œColossal Changes in
Assignment Complexity.â€ But she carried on with her duties, protecting Astrid in the
absence of the late Duke of Rose, who never thought his daughter would have to go to
war. When Astrid raised her father's sword, â€œEmbertrail,â€ Butterflyâ€™s assignment
became almost impossible.\n\nBut Butterfly did not back down, not only because it was
her duty, it was also how she worked.\n\nâ€œThe word 'flee' is not in my vocabulary.â€
57A817E0E832EB21_## = Ryoma
57A822A590D492DB_## = "The darkness has always been there. It lurks within every
single one of my works like a hidden tumor."\n\nEnzo is more than just an inquisitor
for the church; he is also an inspired artist, his paintings much sought after by
believers for the divine light that fills every brush and stroke. Out of the public
eye, he is involved in another kind of creation, his brush the tools of torture and
execution, his palette the bright and dark tints of red blood.\n\nAs a native of Mt.
Ophean, Enzo was indoctrinated with Temple teachings from a young age and accepted
into the church for his outstanding artistic talent and pious faith. He was a
disciplined and capable student, and though there was always a curious sense of
aloofness about him, it did not prevent him from rising quickly through Temple ranks,
becoming one of its most promising disciples.\n\nAs inquisitor, Enzo was something of
a celebrity in the Temple ranks, both admired and envied. But Enzo had no time for
either - he was focused on his "artistic work".\n\n"Blood...such beautiful blood...why
do I feel this way?" Dark thoughts permeated Enzo's mind as he broke the will of his
victims bit by bit. As crimson blood dripped onto the cold stone floor, Enzo carefully
managed the magnitude and direction of pain and suffering, so that the two scarlet
blooms merged into one, a sanguine, seductive red rose. This was Enzo's first artwork
of blood and pain, and he fell irrevocably in love with it. Deep inside, however, Enzo
was afraid. Such brutal and violent urges were decidedly at odds with the theological
teachings that he received from a young age - it was the stuff of the Abyssal
demons.\n\n"Holy Light, pray illuminate my path." After much prayer and meditation,
Enzo decided to confess. After all, the Holy Light was all-knowing, all-
illuminating.\n\n"The darkness in our hearts is the sin that we were all born with,"
said the priest. "There is no need to fear, and no need to run away. You were born in
the light and grew up in its glory. Your soul is strong, as is your faith, and just as
the moon and star shines in the night sky, so too can even the blackest darkness give
light."\n\nExpecting to be dismissed from his post, Enzo left the Hall of Gospel with
his appointment intact and a serenity in his heart that he had never known before. As
he walked into the sun's rays and the sight of the Temple of Light floating in the air
greeted him, Enzo fell to his knees and tears of joy flowed down his face.\n\nThe
Light is my life, my joy. My soul it shields and comforts, and I shall fear no evil.
Having conquered his inner demon, Enzo's performance became more impressive than ever,
and he soon earned a place in the church's inner circle. He gained access to many of
the church's secrets, and when the renegade ninja Hayate infiltrated the ancestral
temple of Mist Island attempting to sever the Pact of Light, Enzo was sent to
investigate the incident, as one of the few privy to the knowledge of Mist
Island.\n\nEnzo was deeply perturbed as he examined the evidence. A prodigy gone
rogue. An infiltration that foiled all mortal safeguards. A rescue in the nick of
time. And this suffocating, demonic scent. How did the traitor get past all of Dragon
Tower's defenses, physical and magical? Was this all Hayate's own doing, or was there
someone - several someones, perhaps - behind all this? This was all very interesting,
very interesting indeed...\n\nDetermined to get to the bottom of this, Enzo resolved
to capture Hayate with his own two hands, and he will not rest until he has the
renegade in his dungeon, until he has a chance to inflict upon the traitor all that he
has learned over the years, until the heretic rues the day he turned against the
church.\n\n"Those who besmirch the Light shall know its full fury!"
57C855CEAE5F162A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
57D8B7F5A9FDB40D_## = Federation of the Free
581284E14BDBFB6B_## = Dark Lord Reborn
58333E20171BA7F4_## = Takes a bubble bath every day.
583CD06634D61F94_## = Kingdom of Norman
5857FC76DCA0217E_## = "Time is fair, but also ruthless..."\n\nTreefolk from the
Elborne Woods are steadfast guardians of nature. Like normal trees, Treefolk are born
weak saplings, but gradually grow to their impressive size by weathering tens to
hundreds of years of relentless storms. Their lifespan gives them strong branches,
lush leaves, and a calm, tranquil personality. Y'bneth, however, is an exception. He
is a curious soul, always eager to learn.\n\nBe it fairies that speed past, the birds
roaming the skies, beasts seeking food, or the swimming fishâ€”Y'bneth wanted to
befriend them all. He had visited every nook and cranny of the vast Elborne Woods, but
he did not wish to stop there. The more he learned from his new friends, the less he
realized he actually knew. Finally, the day came when he decided that it was time he
ventured into the outside world.\n\nAll other Treefolk considered him insane, and even
the fairies found this decision a bit rash. The birds brought news from afar: humans
were expanding their territory, often waging war against the beasts on the borders in
order to fulfill their greed. The creatures hidden in the dark were getting ready to
make their move as well. All in all, the world outside was not a peaceful one. Y'Beth
began questioning his own choice. Should he follow his heart, or should he listen to
his friends? The Tree of Dawn, he concluded, was the only one who could provide him
with an answer.\n\nThe Tree of Dawn was the greatest creation of the Creator Himself,
as well as the perfect landmark for gods to use when returning to Athanor. It was a
miracle that sealed the Rift between worlds, the origin of all life. For Y'bneth,
visiting the Tree of Dawn was much like coming home to his mother. The Tree of Dawn
had been slumbering for more than ten thousand years due to having spent all its
energy sealing up the Rift, and all who wish to communicate with it must do so via its
dreams. Treefolk have a natural advantage hereâ€”all they need to do is send their
roots deep down into the earth underneath their feet, and they are able to connect
with the Tree of Dawn easily through the all-encompassing underground network.\n\nOnce
Y'bneth explained the reason for his visit, he was brought into the Tree of Dawn's
dream, where he experienced the dewy spring, the bright summer, the chilling autumn
and the lonely winter. He saws all four seasons pass by, again and again, in an
endless cycle. He saw so much, yet all this time the Tree of Dawn said not a word.
That was the answer he was seeking: go with the flow of nature, and all will be well.
Y'bneth, therefore, set off on his way. His friends gave up on trying to convince him
otherwise, and even held a grand farewell ceremony for him. He received a parting gift
from the Tree of Dawn as wellâ€”a branch from the legendary tree itself.\n\nFollowing
the river, Y'bneth headed east on foot until he arrived at the Moonlit Plains, where
servants of darkness had appeared from underground and began wreaking havoc on the
beautiful land. The Moonlit Plains, once a thriving environment for flora and fauna,
was now dying at an alarming speed. That is when it struck Y'bneth what the true
purpose of his journey was. He pulled out the branch from the Tree of Dawn, and used
it to cultivate a new forest on the Moonlit Plains, which he named
Vernoâ€”"protection" in ancient Elvish.\n\nThe lavish Verno Woods has brought the
natural balance back to the world as well as become a shield that protects all from
the raining arrows and blasting magic. With the birth of the Afata Alliance, the Verno
Woods soon grew into an outpost for fighting off the dark invasion. Y'bneth's journey
ended hereâ€”he travels no more and instead opts to stay in the Verno Woods, now his
second home.\n\nThe strategically advantageous location of the Verno Woods makes it a
busy hub where travelers often pass by, an ideal situation for Y'bneth, who loves to
listen to the travelers' stories. Here, he fulfills his dream to learn more about the
world, while also fulfilling his destiny to protect the peace on the landâ€”a destiny
endowed upon him by the Tree of Dawn.\n\n"I guard my home and all that lives within
it!"
586294AB30ACFF7B_## = He rides Y'bneth when he doesn't feel like walking.
58705B6B227F65C8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
588247E87E14FAA9_## = Veda
5884A4761C579A52_## = Has many secret admirers among the Revolutionaries.
58EFC9C58C206B5A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
58F79FABA18A9B20_## = Kingdom of Norman
59509CD9427FC12B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
59635370D2FDDCDF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
596C4E9981EFA560_## = The Lovers
5970130FCFB8A070_## = Lauriel
59A8D3C46A82D716_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
59AA1BE2821A3A11_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
59C876124DE649A3_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
59D1DDB6C689A373_## = Kingdom of Norman
59D58638417AE3D8_## = Chapter 1
59FC3FE2111B0CB9_## = Marja's laughter echoed through the cavern. She had not been so
amused for a long time."I failed in my task, unfortunately." Hayate answered in a
humble and straightforward manner."Let's hope Veda doesn't churn out people like you
all the time, or we'll never win this war!" Said Marja. Mganga, meanwhile, simply
stood by one side - the less involvement he had in the political struggles of those
high above, the better.Marja had stood up and descended from her throne to approach
Hayate. "So...what did you get from that old dragon?"Hayate felt his heart skip a
beat, and a dark dragon shadow appeared behind him with a great roar that shook the
caverns. Marja stopped, stunned - not because of the dragon roar, but a feeling that
was so familiar yet so strange, one that she had not felt for tens of thousands of
years."Volkath! Is it you? Volkath!" Marja screamed, completely forgetting that there
were others present. Another black shadow had risen from behind her and had caught the
dragon shadow in its embrace, while the latter desperately tried to escape.Hayate was
no less stunned. He had never felt such power, such helplessness - not even on the
night that he faced Xeniel's might.Before their eyes, the shadow that came from Marja
grew more and more corporeal, while the dragon faded away. Hayate felt his strength
leave his still-convalescing body rapidly."Marja, my love. Who could have thought that
the parting gift I left for you would become the key to my resurrection?" Volkath's
shadow stood up and reached out to embrace Marja. "However...we have matters to attend
to before us."Marja was beyond words and could only nod her affirmation, trembling in
excitement and completely submissive to the shadow that had her enthralled in every
way. Volkath let go of the struggling dragon shadow and allowed it to return to inside
Hayate."You still have something that I want, mortal," said Volkath, looking down at
Hayate with his shadowy eyes. "And you may be of use to me yet, mortal. Know that
Volkath rewards those who serve him fairly, be it wealth, power or strength that you
seek...""I just want to keep Mist Island out of your war," answered Hayate. But
something told him that if there was anyone who could fulfill his wish, it would be
the being before him."So be it," said Volkath. He turned to Marja, who was still
looking up at him with adoring eyes. "Will you bear witness to this promise and
perform it on my behalf, my dear? Perhaps the mortal will be more comfortable if he
had assurances from someone who had physical form."Hayate did not move, though his
heart rate rose every so slightly."Of course! Your wish is my command." Marja turned
to Hayate and smirked. "Serve Lord Volkath faithfully, and your wishes will be
fulfilled."Hayate still did not know who Volkath was, but he had learned enough about
Marja from Mganga. He bowed deeply in the tradition of his people, signaling his
acceptance and subservience."Now leave. You will be told of your duty when it's time."
Marja was eager to send Hayate away, for she had far too many things to say to
Volkath. Then she glared at Mganga. "Say nothing of this to anyone. Or else..."Mganga
felt sweat run down his back, but he put on his best smile and bowed as Hayate did. "I
live to serve your will, my lord.""Excellent." Even without corporeal form, Volkath's
satisfaction was clear. "The day will come when we stand high above all, even the
accursed Veda. And when that day comes, you will all be duly rewarded."
5A0748277A6B5E11_## = Battle of the Guards
5A12C122C80EE19C_## = Y'bneth
5A2477010401CE27_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5A4179A3DD6A5B6B_## = Richter Biography
5A4B848D08AF8B24_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5A7217E1F6528E02_## = Assassin
5A8E2D2ADF71B322_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5A8F225EC8E7A5C2_## = D'Arcy paid a heavy price for his split from his former master,
Lorion. Beneath his tattered robes, his wounds bled black blood, the mark of injuries
caused by black magic, which leaves corruption and curse on those whom they
touch.\nOnly the power of the gods could dispel the effects of black magic. Mortals
must endure its damage through their lifeforce or magical power. This was why D'Arcy
was committed to eliminating black magic.To avoid affecting his friends, D'Arcy did
not regroup with them. He left a letter and set out on a journey to remove this
curse.\nHis first stop was the holy mountain of Orphean and the Veda relics within.
Then he journeyed to Verno, trying to find the world tree and Elven queen who dwelt
within, who had a weapon able to combat black magic.\nHis search was fruitless.
"Asked" to leave by the defenders of Verno, D'Arcy must travel to his last goal - the
rift in the world, which connects the world of Athanor to the abyss of Lokheim. This
was a place that held many mysteries of magic, the place that gave birth to black
magic.\nPerhaps the world saw his talent for magic and approved, or perhaps it was
blind luck. D'Arcy stepped into the rift and failed to find what he was looking for,
but he discovered a new power when he was accidentally swept into a dimensional rift.
He had found Dimension Magic.With his newfound power, D'Arcy was able to separate
black magic from healthy flesh. He was no longer tormented by corrupting pain day and
night, and his weak body was revitalized by his new magical power. Having gained
mastery over dimensional magic, D'Arcy broke through the walls between dimensions to
return to Athanor and his friends.\nDecades had passed since D'Arcy's disappearance.
The Anti-Dark Magic Alliance had grown in size and strength. They have unsealed the
ancient temple of Veda, and new factions have rode the wave and rose to power. As the
foremost black mage of his time, D'Arcy's former master Lorion became the greatest
villain known to man.D'Arcy led the assault against the final stronghold of the black
mages. In the Wailing Marshes D'Arcy fought his former mentor, overpowering the black
mage with his newfound power. In an act of mercy, borne out of gratitude for Lorion's
teachings, D'Arcy opened a dimensional gate, exiling Lorion to another world.\nBut
Lorion's soul had fallen completely to blackness. With demonic fury he unleashed his
magical reserves, accumulated over many years, against D'Arcy in one foul
spell.\nD'Arcy may have exiled Lorion, but Lorion's last stand had weakened him,
causing him to lose control of the dimensional gate. He, too, was swept away into
another dimension.\nIt was there that he encountered the fragmented soul of Volkath,
Lord of Darkness. But that is a story for another day...
5A90E621EB944300_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5A96DDDB7FDC95FB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5AFA4E31804EFF94_## = Turns into a cool wind for the queen on a hot day.
5AFDC1634F6EA35E_## = Zill stood beside Tel'Annas in Sunfall Valley, watching the
Afata forces fight the Shadow Worms. He passed a glance at Tel'Annas' silver hair,
which swayed lightly in the breeze - his own work, though he would never admit
it.\n\n"Zill," said Tel'Annas. "Do it."\n\n"Your wish is my command." Zill bowed, and
two blades of storm appeared in his hands. The next moment, he was gone with the
wind.Kriknak had been lurking among the Shadow Worm forces, looking for an opportunity
to strike at Tel'Annas, when his instincts warned that he was in danger. He leaped,
causing Zill's attack to miss. Tel'Annas' bodyguard threw his blades towards Kriknak
with the power of storms, and Kriknak spread his wings to fly above them.\n\nThe two
of them served their liege loyally as bodyguards, but they were also renowned
assassins. They fought not as soldiers in battle lines, but used those lines as cover
as they moved quickly in and out of the ranks, trying to find each other's blind
spots, or feigning a weakness to lure the foe in.Suddenly a hole appeared in the
Forest Guardians' lines. Kriknak disengaged from Zill and headed straight for the
heart of the Forest Guardian formation, Tel'Annas in his sights.\n\n"Your Highness!"
Zill cried. At the same instant Kriknak leaped from the dark tide of Shadow Worms,
straight at Tel'Annas, too quickly and too far away for Zill to stop him.\n\nBut Zill
was not Tel'Annas' only guardian."Not so fast."\n\nWith Y'bneth's booming voice, two
thick branches reached out from among the Forest Guardian ranks, sending Kriknak
flying.\n\nWith his opponent incapacitated, Zill charged into the Shadow Worm ranks
unopposed, cutting through them like hot knife through butter. This was the Forest
Guardians' answer to the Shadow Worm tide - kill them quickly enough that they could
not regroup.\n\n"Charge!"
5B1F51FFD2278670_## = Kingdom of Norman
5B7001799FA94B85_## = Which of the following best describes Maloch's view on love?
5B79163201C11C1C_## = The War Hammer
5B83E6BD16CE436D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
5B9DD5BAB13F9647_## = 7 Jul
5BB78E89F17FA4CE_## = The Abyss. A realm of chaos, filth, blood, and endless darkness.
Powerful and twisted abominations lurk in every corner, waiting to prey on those
weaker than themselves, such as Zip.\nZip is one of a new generation of species native
to the Abyss, and one would be forgiven for thinking that he was less evolved than the
creatures that try to eat him - he has neither sharp claws nor imposing physique, a
little fur ball that lacks any of the impressiveness or menace expected of an Abyss
monster. But Zip is "he", not "it", and therein lies all the difference.\n\nBefore the
demigods fell to the Abyss and became the Demons, the monsters of the Abyss were mere
beasts, living and dying by the law of the jungle. For all their strength and power,
they would never be the driving force of the world.\n\n"The apex predator, sitting at
the top of the food chain, and less useful than a pitiful rock," said Veera, Queen of
the Night, contemptuously. But Zip was different. His race was born out of thousands
of years of transformation of the Abyss by the Demons. At first they dug through the
rock and dirt with their sharp claws, digging up ore veins that have lay dormant for
millennia, forging their first tools in the fires of the lava rivers. In the darkness
of the Abyss the spark of civilization was born, and Zip the brightest among
them.\n\nVeera quickly appreciated what Zip meant. Though the Demons had the resources
of the whole Abyss at their disposal, the undisciplined army of monsters was not
enough for them to achieve their goals. This was why she needed to establish a
foothold in Athanor at all costs, building dungeons and recruiting more Corrupted to
join the forces of the Abyss.\n\nZip's emergence changed Veera's plans. If she could
breed an army of abyssal creatures that had the same intelligence and capacity for
learning as Zip did, then the Abyssal armies, already superior in numbers to their
enemies, shall truly have no more equal.\n\nThe new species needed room to grow and be
exposed to new things, so that it could be observed and studied. And so Veera gave Zip
the right of passage through all Abyss territories, and she assigned Mganga to follow
and study Zip's behavior."Come now, little one, this won't hurt, it's just a few
hairs!" Mganga put on his warmest and most inviting smile - at least, that was what he
thought he did.\n\n"No! It hurt!" Zip had been fooled once, and he would not be fooled
again. But Mganga was too fast. "Well, it's not up to you to decide now!" He said with
a satisfied grin.\n\n"Lemme go! Lemme go, or I...I eat you!" Zip opened his mouth, and
a blue light came out from it, engulfing everything immediately in front of him. The
next moment, all that the light touched had disappeared, including Mganga. And Zip's
body had ballooned to several times its original size.\n"Well, would you look at that.
The little one has a trick up his sleeve." Veera clapped lightly and said to Mina, who
was standing next to her, "Look after the little one. Don't let Mganga get too carried
away.""Your wish is my command," Mina replied dutifully, but she had to fight to keep
her curiosity down. Why did her mistress show no concern as to Mganga's fate? The
warlock was annoying, to be sure, but as far as she knew he still had his
uses...\n\nAnd then, before her eyes, Zip suddenly deflated like a pierced balloon,
regurgitating Mganga and everything else he had just ingested, his body returning to
its original size.\n\nThe disheveled Mganga did not show the slightest hint of
frustration of anger, but began to dance in an almost childlike elation. "A pocket
dimension! The little one's stomach has a pocket dimension in it! And I'm going to
find out more about it! Mwahahahaha!"Mina knew nothing about magic, but she knew she
had to do her mistress's will. So she raised her scythe and walked towards Zip, who
lay on the ground rubbing his stomach, still recovering from the toll of using his
power for the first time. Mina made no particular effort to mask her footsteps, and
Zip looked up with ears raised to see a young scythe-wielding woman
approaching.\n\nZip's first reaction was to be dumbstruck by her beauty. His second
reaction was to be dumbstruck by fear. But then, somehow, facing such a dangerous
presence, he felt a sense of affinity and affection. He did not think much with his
simple mind, and, following his instincts, went up and rubbed himself against Mina's
leg, sniffing and wagging his tail. Mina nonchalantly sent Zip flying with a little
kick, then turned to Mganga, who was still dancing in joy.\n \n"Lady Veera has placed
this creature in my charge. Whatever you want to do with him must have my blessing, or
else..." she let her menacing aura finish the sentence for her. As for Mganga, he
continued to grin exultantly, gazing past Mina at Zip, a hint of malevolence in his
eyes.\nZip felt a chill run up his spine and quickly scampered towards Mina, who was
already walking away.\n\n"Wait for me!"
5BD218D641D7F12C_## = Dark Lord Reborn
5C1DA883D3EA4411_## = Amily
5C2EA24AE5D62795_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5C4030BA88DAF4C0_## = Kreiz Biography
5C54B8BC2C1C9F14_## = Enzo
5C5977D0CD31BC5B_## = Your courage needs no proof. We welcome you among our ranks, to
hunt demons and protect the Great Wall with us, unto death.
5C6D3BBFDF321327_## = Arduin Biography
5C6EC04358237A9F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5CA67B78FE904E28_## = Superman
5CD2216799CCFC39_## = Federation Official
5CD659508E5D6F19_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5CE9C7BFAECFE09A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5CF0201EB1917F8A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5CF58F7D0A0EAF66_## = Prefers a simplistic lifestyle, dislikes elaborate garments.
5CF77D823B91386C_## = The gates of hell will open for me.
5D01C00E41FD82A3_## = Always a late riser, anyone foolish enough to disturb her
slumber is feed to the worms.
5D6272411BFBBCF8_## = Chapter 8
5DB2457D9DC03770_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
5DB6FAC3D5DA49C1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Kill</color>
5DE1D5ACCEE4063B_## = Mina
5E0742627831537D_## = Of noble upbringing.
5E4E6C93A34BEEC9_## = TeeMee Biography
5E567E62551638E4_## = Not even Maloch's incredible constitution could shrug off the
repeated thunder strikes from Tulen, known as the "Whip of the Creator".And there was
more to the thunder than the moment of impact; the energy lingered within Maloch's
body and continued to assault it, traveling through veins and vessels and burning his
flesh.As long as Maloch held his cleaver, however, he was a threat that Tulen could
not ignore."It's time." Tulen looked up, and in his eyes reflected Volkath's shadow,
which was becoming increasingly corporeal and complete. But a green crack in the
middle was draining the power for Volkath's resurrection.Then the shadow began to
quiver."Do not presume to challenge a god, vermin!"Tulen seemed to hear his own soul
reverberate.Then a ray of light appeared in the heavens, piercing the dark clouds at a
dark shadow that had appeared in the skies.
5E8E1570CF965DFB_## = Yena sought a way to overthrow Azzen'Ka even as she pretended to
serve him. But he was too powerful, and Yena needed to find a way...
5EB3057B8A423A22_## = Magic Teacher
5EC588566AAD5CD1_## = 23 Jul
5ED0994FBADE89F2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
5EED9EF216DF8EF5_## = Tulen
5F1E3104F5BB9EF7_## = Shadow Valley
5F352582BE7CC83D_## = As long as I live, the world will not forget us.
5F39EE5E9D85F196_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for military affairs
and judgment. The Archon Tulen is the master of the hall, but he delegates its
everyday operations to his deputy Yorn, who is also the the Vice Master of the Temple
Knights.
5F6D3223FCE48959_## = Quillen
5F8E9D2DD2C34DE7_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5FA339049BD25F53_## = Well-protected by natural barriers, the capital of the Kingdom
of Norman oversees the fertile plains of the south.
5FA38A726FA492A7_## = â€œThe Holy Flame will lead us to the Kingdom of Truth."\n\nIn
the doctrine of the Veda, the Holy Flame was the symbol of light and truth. As the
guardian of the Holy Flame, Ignis had long relied on his abundant knowledge and
unwavering faith to lead the believers along the path of light. It was for this reason
that he was widely known as the "Guide." However, before all this, Ignis had been an
ordinary Temple scholar.\n\nObsessed with the pursuit of truth, Ignis spent all his
time studying in the Veda's Tower of Contemplation. He read countless ancient texts,
among which he discovered the long forgotten Holy Flame manipulation spells.
Unfortunately, the Holy Flame burned out a century ago, making his discovery
worthless. Everyone in the Temple lamented this fact, but Ignis was delighted, for his
study of the Holy Flame had brought him one step closer to the Kingdom of Truth that
he had dreamed of for so long.\n\nAlthough it could not be put into practice, Ignis'
discovery sent shockwaves through the forces of darkness that lurked just out of
sight. No one knew what would happen with his next discovery, and it might just break
the balance between light and dark. Commanded by Volkath, the Dark Lord, the Demon
Army mounted an attack on the Veda, during which the scorching flames of hell engulfed
the Tower of Contemplation. Terrified, most of the scholars fled, but the resolute Ign
is refused to leave, desperate to protect the precious texts.\n\nâ€œIf this is to be
my fate, then bury me in the Kingdom of Truth along with all the precious knowledge!"
Death was right in front of him, but Ignis showed no fear. He trusted in his belief
till the end, reciting a devout prayer again and again: â€œThe darkness has come. I
will sacrifice my body, my heart, my spirit, to bring the sparks of Veda back to the
world and light the way!â€ \n\nAs Ignis prayed, an orb of pure white flames appeared
in his palm and reduced the Demons surrounding him to ashes. â€œIs...is this the power
of the Anointed One?â€ Ignis wondered for a split second, but he did not remain
confused for long. He began to chant the spell to control the Holy Flameâ€”a spell
that had long been ingrained in his brain. The flames transformed into a majestic wall
that enveloped and protected the Tower of Contemplation. â€œDeath for those that pass
the barrier!â€ And so they didâ€”Ignis stood powerful and resolute, glorious flames
in his hand, voice echoing through the walls of the Sacred Mt. Orphean.\n\nâ€œAre the
seeds of Light Magic sprouting again?â€ Volkath, who was fighting Ilumia the Seer
outside the Palace in the Clouds, noticed the strange phenomenon at the Tower of
Contemplation and the sudden morale boost of the Veda troops. This was bigâ€”this was
out of his control. As unhappy as he was about this, he had to give orders to retreat.
That was how the Veda was saved once again.\n\nAfter the battle, Ignis returned to the
Tower of Contemplation and continued his journey towards the truth.\n\nâ€œBefore the
truth, the knowledge I possess is but a drop in the ocean.â€
5FA9A10033806362_## = Mortos
5FADACF69E8E5E4A_## = Coral Sea
5FBFDD70B5BCF382_## = Sephera
5FD3C52C998D954A_## = Krizzix
5FF056C5C8EAA6B7_## = Hates bad poems.
5FF5ADF8CDAEDF47_## = Eva
6010388C605CB8A5_## = I shall walk with the shadows.
6023C18F6BE8B23F_## = East of Silverwing Castle is the City of Light, ruled by Gildur.
Once known as the Golden City, it was renamed by Gildur after his baptism, and the
influence of the Church of Veda is strong here.
6031C34A20A24B16_## = By enticement or coercion, the selfish nobles of humankind had
joined the battle, following their lord's example and putting their lives on the line,
if only reluctantly. They were joined by Toro, who had been wounded in the previous
battle, but showed no sign of slowing down; if anything, the pain seemed to make him
even fiercer.The Shadow Worms buckled under the combined assault. Infantry charged
through the enemy lines left in disarray by cavalry charge, and each swing of the
sword took a chunk out of the Shadow Worm numbers.Arthur faced down the Dark Behemoth
himself, joined by his faithful companions. There was nothing that the monstrosity
feared more than the Holy Light. With each strike the power of light cancelled out
some of its dark powers, and soon cracks began to appear in its formidable armor. The
blood of many warriors were spilt, but the sight of the foe weakening gave the humans
courage, and they pressed forward relentlessly.Seeing an opportunity, Yorn drew his
bow and fired three rapid shots at the Dark Behemoth's head. Arrows imbued with golden
light pierced the monstrosity's skull and exploded, leaving massive holes in its
dreadful skull.Arthur marched forward, piercing the Dark Behemoth's shell with his
sword and drew it back. Black fluid reeking of decay gushed out, and the other
warriors followed Arthur's example, striking the monster's hide with swords, axes and
hammers, tearing apart its massive frame.Three Dark Behemoths had fallen within the
span of a single day, and the Shadow Worms scattered. The path into Sunfall Valley was
clear.North of the valley, a group of riders rode on."This is as far as we can go,
Lord D'Arcy," said a middle-aged officer, the twin-winged silver emblem on his chest
signifying his membership in the Silverwing Order."Thank you,"answered D'Arcy,
respectfully pressing a palm to the left side of his chest, and the officer hurriedly
returned the salute.D'Arcy, Murad and Yena dismounted, took sufficient rations and
water from the saddles, and gave the reins of their mounts to the Silverwing riders.
D'Arcy turned to the officer."I have a bad feeling about this, Harold. Be careful, and
remember that your mission is reconnaissance. There is no need to engage the enemy,
unless you absolutely have to."The officer's eyes flashed a glint of anger, and he
answered coldly, "Thank you for your concern. We will deal with things as they
arise."It was, of course, a great shame for a knight to flee from battle, and D'Arcy
did not expect the officer to heed his advice. The grudge between Okka and Norman ran
deep, after all, and though the mages distanced themselves from political conflict, it
was in the Kingdom of Norman that the Magister's Council had its headquarters, and
D'Arcy's personal relationship with the royal house of Norman was well-known. Thus
D'Arcy said little more, not wishing to cause any misunderstanding."I'll buy everyone
a round of drinks when we get back!" Murad interjected, obviously hoping to lighten up
the atmosphere, and D'Arcy gave him an appreciative look.Yena, though, stuffed a heavy
backpack into Murad's hands. "Don't just stand around. Work." Murad shrugged
theatrically, and followed Yena as they made preparations for the journey ahead,
having successfully mitigated the tension."Good luck.""Godspeed."While Arthur advanced
towards Sunfall Valley, the Silverwing and Templar knights scouted out the hills on
the north and south side of the valley. The Templars were the more formidable
warriors, and they were given the task of passing through the battlefield to scout out
the south end. The Silverwing knights were sent to the north, and Arthur also had the
Hoofed warriors from Afata follow them to provide support. This likely played no small
role in how the Silverwing officer bristled at D'Arcy's words.It was not D'Arcy's job
to tend to wounded prides, however. He, Murad and Yena traveled with the Silverwing
knights to mask their true mission; to an extent, the Templar and Silverwing movements
were intended as diversion for the mission that the three of them embarked on."We must
be stealthy, keep a low profile," warned D'Arcy."Whatever you say. You're the boss,"
shrugged Murad. Yena rolled her eyes and said nothing. Inside, she was growing
increasingly concerned for Murad - the erstwhile prince's demeanor had gotten even
more flippant since the battle at Storm Valley, yet she alone noticed how much more
brooding and moping he looked when he thought no one was watching. Their encounter
with Volkath, Lord of Darkness - whose name Yena only learned recently - evidently
weighed heavily on Murad's mind.Was he afraid? Yena doubted it, for Murad would not
have volunteered to go with D'Arcy after Volkath's trail if he was. It felt to Yena
that Murad was angry at his weakness, at how he was completely helpless in the dark
lord's presence, and had taken to braving ever-increasing dangers in a desperate
effort to become stronger.Yena thought back to the bravery that Murad showed when he
charged into the fray and struck down the Lokheim lord Preyta. Was he the same prince
that she once saw from a distance, many years ago?"What are you daydreaming about?"
Yena's thoughts were interrupted rudely by Murad's wide smirk popping up before her.
"Thinking of some man?"As much as she disliked Murad's glib flirting, Yena had to
admit that, objectively speaking, Murad was a very attractive man. She also recognized
that, for all his flippant attitude, Murad never touched her unless he absolutely had
to, such as when they fought back-to-back against the minions of Azzen'Ka.No, Yena did
not truly dislike Murad.So she only elbowed Murad in the ribs with ninety-five percent
of her strength, and felt her mood improve considerably as Murad crumpled to the
ground, cradling his flank and groaning in pain.She did not know why she felt this
way, and neither did Murad. He only knew that this was a sure way to bring a smile to
Yena's face.As did Yena.
605F285CC78ABCCE_## = Local nobles who rule over their own territory in the name of
the king.
605F878049B02801_## = Flame rouge
606451245ECA5067_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
60AE4BB5A4C1C7C3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
610D42463D203751_## = The sundered land was held together by the roots of the World
Tree, and so formed the Elborne Woods. The Elda River runs from the west side of Mt.
Orphean into the basin of the forest. The elves there live in isolation, separated
from the rest of the world by natural barriers.
61106DD08F839DFB_## = Blacksmith Guild
611E1747274A7B46_## = "We fairies of the forest are heralds of the Creator."\n\nLike
other fairies, Krixi could often be found dancing in flowerbeds or playing with the
animals. However, whenever danger draws near, Krixi's cruel side would emerge in full
force. She would use her sharp fangs and claws to shred any demon who intrudes upon
the forest.\n\nWhat really broke Krixi's heart was seeing the humans, whom she once
considered her companions, destroying the forest for material wealth. Their armies
were highly organized and armed to the teeth, so Krixi gathered the inhabitants of the
forest in an effort to fight off the human invaders. The plan worked, and she was able
to coerce the humans into signing a peace treaty.\n\nThe forest quickly returned to
its peaceful and serene state, but Krixi knew that the invaders' ambitions weren't
much different from that of the demons. She began training wild creatures with human
methods and formed her own powerful beast army in hopes to prevent future
invasions!\n\n"War has no other purpose than the destruction of life!"
6149F27D550FD18D_## = Barry Allen was always moving a mile a minuteâ€”no one could
ever get him to slow down. That changed the day his mother was murdered. Once a
hyperactive kid who drove his teachers crazy, Barryâ€™s energy was harnessed into a
single-minded focus to find his motherâ€™s true killer. His drive for justice led to a
career as a forensic scientist, and he was completely absorbed by his work. \n\nWhen a
freak lightning bolt hit his lab, Barry was imbued with the power of super-speed,
becoming the Flash. Now, he races up buildings, across oceans, and around the world to
stop those who transgress against justice. With his ability to run at near light-
speeds, Barry has discovered the ultimate adrenaline rush. Through determination and
concentration, the Flash has been able to learn how to phase through objects, create
sonic booms with the snap of his fingersâ€”and never lose a race. \n\nBut the Flashâ€™
s abilities were put to the ultimate test by an unexpected event. As he attempted to
save a group of children from a school fire, the Flash pushed his abilities to the
limit, moving so fast that he approached the horizon of the speed of light. As part of
his successful rescue of the children, the Flash tapped into the very heart of the
Speed Forceâ€”the mysterious extra-dimensional energy that powered his abilitiesâ€”and
found himself swept into the Speed Force itself. \n\nAwash in the flowing, morphing,
hyper-dimensional currents of the Speed Force, the Flash catapulted through several
alternate realities, until he found himself in a magical land called Athanor. At
first, the Flash lamented being marooned in this perilous realm, but soon discovered
that where the Speed Force is concerned, there are no coincidences. In Athanor, the
Flash discovered that the Speed Force was being syphoned into Athanor by one of the
Lokheim generalsâ€”resulting in the catastrophe that kept him trapped in Athanor.
\n\nThe Flash has joined up with the rest of the Justice League members to uncover the
mysteries of Athanor and restore the Speed Force. As he embarks on his quest, the
Flash may uncover the true nature of his abilitiesâ€”and this discovery will have
ramifications not only for his own abilities, but for all the speedsters who have ever
merged with the Speed Force.
6155D04ED5750047_## = The Flash
6156B1CF2D409F65_## = Florentino Biography
616F0BEB2AEAD24E_## = Ostia
6171A483249E4381_## = Can often be found around Mina's feet.
619F4401EAB137AF_## = My punches are the truth, my kicks justice. Will you fight with
me, or against me?
61AAC848FA169CFE_## = Ishar had a lonely childhood. Her mother died soon after her
birth, and her father, though a kind man and a loving one in his own way, was also a
busy one who spent little personal time with his daughter. The encounter with Furball,
and the curious telepathic connection that they formed, filled a void in Ishar's
life.\n\nAfter her kidnapping, Ishar realized that Furball was no ordinary pet, and
resolved to discover the secret behind the creature that was both family and friend to
her. With her admission into the Magic Academy of Carano, a new chapter in her life
was about to begin.
61AE74A8622FE45C_## = Childhood Friends
61BFCCEF0DF214D8_## = Former Demon Hunter turned mercenary
61DBE1A576840AFE_## = I am Qi, 13th-generation of the Sungming school.
61FAF18F445E00CF_## = Great Wall
622001D95E2C470C_## = Red Sea
62403BF68BC80126_## = Gildur once had more money than everyone. With assets all over
the continent, his family crest sometimes carried more power than the King's order.
His wealth earned him the title of â€œThe Gilded.â€ \n\nBut material wealth made
Gildur feel emptier inside than ever. He tried to numb the emptiness with alcohol and
the companionship of beautiful women, but that did not help. That was when the Temple
of Light, advocating soul-cleansing, caught his attention.\n\nThe ritualistic religion
quickly filled the void inside Gildur, but being the calculative person that he is,
Gildur realized that the fervor was not any different from his previous endeavors; he
was in no hurry to leave though. After experiencing a religious life, he realized it
could be potentially profitable. The hierarchy within the Temple gave him more reasons
to seek power.\n\nHis wealth quickly paved the way for him to rise through the
hierarchy and become one of the most powerful men on the continent.\n\n"My ambition
for power is like a beast uncaged. I am not done."
625E2873A7C932BB_## = Her lack of artistic talent is a topic of much concern for the
elders.
6261C613515B408D_## = Independents
62796210272F4C2C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
62820606B84A4719_## = Veres Biography
6296455C76B64B90_## = Sea of Sands
62AC41D3DDAAC837_## = "Good luck."\nErrol climbed the narrow stays into a windowless
room filled with instruments and potions. There are several mages in the room, all of
them too busy to talk.\nWith effort Errol climbed onto the wooden table in the middle
of the room. He lied down and his limbs were tied up with steady leather straps. An
aging mage came over with a bottle of strange purple liquid.\n"Don't worry, you won't
remember a thing when you wake up," said the mage with a grin.\nErrol dreamed. He
dreamed of that of his childhood, saw the rabbit's blood turn black, as countless
black vines appeared from its wound, wrapping Errol's right arm in it, strangling all
life from the limb...\n\nErrol gasped and sat up with a start. The experiment was a
success. His right arm was a bloody mess of wounded flesh, but a strange power flowed
through his body and the arm began to repair itself before Errol's eyes, reforming
into a brand new demon claw that reached down to Errol's knees, and it hungered for
blood and darkness.\nErrol need not hunger no more, and none would be foolish enough
to bully him. He would suffer incredible pain with every transformation of the claw,
but this was a price that Errol knew and was more than willing to pay.But the
magnitude of the pain defied all imagination. Errol's screams reached far beyond the
lab, driving terror into the other young candidates who were sitting in wait.\n"Damn!
The arm's taking over! We're losing him!"\n"Grab him! Tie him down! Somebody get the
sedative!"Errol's cloudy mind heard voices shouting, but he paid no heed. The laws of
man and nature no longer mattered. Lashing out with inhuman power, he sent shattered
tables, chairs, flasks and bodies flying across the room with every swing he took,
lashing out at anything he saw, lashing out at the world, lashing out at fate.Year
1500 of the Age of Darkness. At a remote noble manor, the secret base of the Demon
Hunters, a boy's screams and roars lasted three days and three nights before it
subsided.\nThis was the end of Errol the crybaby.\nThis was the beginning of Errol the
Demon Hunter.\n
62B4C56B3C94AF96_## = Soul Bond
62CA44621531A9C6_## = 215cm
62D8D8F793526537_## = The Fist
62E4F66436938744_## = Shadow Hand
62F8D41699CCE524_## = The Ghost Guardian
63024BC729F94117_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6302D4F4DF43464F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
631F6F5682C1A815_## = Marja was once the foremost student of Edras, First Maiden under
the Throne of Light, the brightest star of Veda. But she was destined for tragedy when
she fell in love with Volkath.\nWhen Volkath rebelled against Edras, she was caught
between her loyalty to her lover and her loyalty to her duty, a dilemma in which she
chose to remain neutral - which, to Veda, was no less the betrayal. And for this she
paid the price when Edras fell and Volkath fled, as Ilumia came to power in Veda and
sentenced Marja to the eternal torment of Shadow Worms in the Shadow Prison.\nBut
Volkath had given her a part of his soul before he left, and its dark power allowed
Marja to slowly assimilate the Shadow Worms over the centuries, binding them to her
will. With this newfound power she broke the shackles of light and followed the
fissure of Shadow Prison into the Abyss, joining forces with Lokheim. And it was this
fragment of Volkath's soul that would become the key to the dark lord's resurrection.
6342958884D9140E_## = Veda Ties
635CF740523B2BD9_## = Lumburr
6360F50FFA35BC75_## = Those who follow the light,\nshall lose their way in the
night.\nWe fight not for honor, not for glory, but for victory.\nAnd for this, there
is no length we will not go.
637FB60DB4E6DD66_## = Nakroth and his Blood Knights made it back to the camp just
before the storm hit. The soldiers hastily made way for the victorious legion, looking
at them in awe and fear as the group passed through the camp. The reputation of the
Blood Knights was the stuff of legends - they never lose, they show no mercy, and they
leave no survivors. Some even compared them to the legion of Lokheim who ravaged
Athanor centuries ago.Captain Nakroth could only reply to such comparisons with a
woeful smile. For it was kindness and mercy that he was known for, before the Blood
Knights came to be known as such.The war between the northern and southern kingdoms
had been raging for years. Nakroth was the rising star of the south, a brilliant young
general with more than forty victories and no defeats under his belt. He was also
known for his merciful and honorable ways; troops under his command never executed
prisoners, never killed civilians, and never looted.In this terrible war, however, he
was the exception rather than the rule. Far too many times he celebrated triumph, only
to see his allies swarm upon the aftermath to loot and slaughter like hyenas after a
lion's kill. He protested this many times, but those in power merely gave empty words
of consolation, or simply ignored his petition altogether.Nakroth was no fool. Of
course he knew what forces fueled the war. Even as tens of thousands of peasants and
commoners were sent to the front to die, the wealth of the nobles and lords who pulled
the strings behind the scenes continued to grow. By the decree of the two kings, their
nobles were free to dispose of their plunder as they saw fit - including people. And
so the nobility could turn free men into slaves for their own manors, and filled their
coffers with the spoils of war. And even should they be captured in battle, a
reasonable random was all it took for them to walk free, a ransom that they would
quickly earn back in the next battle. So it was for both kingdoms, Norman and
Okka.Nakroth knew he was powerless to hold back the tide of human nature. Nor could he
remain aloof and uninvolved, for he had already seen lords who attempted to remain
neutral and stay out of the war become prey to greed and malice, their lands and
wealth divided among the dogs of war. This was a game of chess for two, and you were
either a piece on the board, or simply swept aside.It would have been easy for Nakroth
to join the dogs of war - and for a while, it seemed that he did. Word soon spread
that Nakroth had renamed his forces as the Order of the Blood Knights. The formerly
stringent selection criteria were relaxed, and the order began to recruit characters
from every walk of life, criminals, thugs and bandits serving as squires and men-at-
arms.For their part, the nobles were delighted. It was not unreasonable for Nakroth to
want a piece of the pie, and this was far preferable to dealing with his obstinate,
foolish ways. He had finally come around and saw the light, they thought. They were
wrong."Not a single prisoner? He killed all of them?"\n"What about the other
things?"\n"He burned all of them...everything save for some food," The messenger
replied sheepishly. He would much rather be elsewhere, rather than risk being caught
in the wrath of his masters.\nThis was the battle that established the Blood Knights'
reputation for taking no prisoners and leaving no survivors. Commoner, nobility or
royalty - the Blood Knights treated them equally, a single number on the list of
kills. The knights were as powerful as they have always been, crushing their foes on
the battlefield, and leaving what is left to their violent, brutal squires.The nobles
watched the victorious crimson banner of the Blood Knights, their brows furrowed in
worry. Not only had Nakroth's victories deprived them of their spoils, they were
having to dig into their own pockets to placate their restless troops, who were
deprived the opportunity to kill and loot. Yet for all their resentment, there was
little they could do to stop the Blood Knights, for Nakroth's tactics were undoubtedly
effective at diminishing the enemy's strength, leaving behind only scorched earth and
mountains of corpses, from which the enemy could not hope to rebuild."This rabid dog
is utterly out of control! We must do something, or he will be the ruin of us
all!"\nIn the halls of Rosenberg the highest nobles of the kingdom gathered, a secret
meeting known only to a select few, specially convened to discuss their 'problem'.\n"I
concur. The Butcher's actions are imperiling our understanding with the north. Did you
hear that they executed Baron Morell? They had never done that to a noble
before..."\n"Put Morell's head on a pike and paraded it. Revenge for the butcher
killing the duke's brother."\n"Poor Morell."\n"Curse the Butcher."\n"Well then, maybe
we can send our friends in the north a little gift," said the man sitting at the head
of the table. He liked Nakroth and recognized the general's ability, but a tool that
could not be controlled was of no use. As the king, he could not, would not protect
Nakroth any longer, not with all his nobles up in arms about the Butcher.\nTen days
later, the Blood Knights were wiped out in a meticulously planned ambush. And
Nakroth's name was spoken of no more in the kingdom....\n"So this was why you betrayed
the kingdom?" Zephys gazed with great interest at Nakroth, who had shared his story
after a sparring session." \n"I didn't betray the kingdom. The kingdom betrayed me,"
answered Nakroth.\nZephys shrugged and did not dig any deeper. One should be allowed
to keep secrets, especially in Lokheim.\nAnd beneath Nakroth's calm exterior, the
fires of vengeance burned.
638040A5C1C2DDA9_## = Liliana
63AF6FE08394CC5B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
63D46AE2718C76B0_## = Superman Biography
63D9ADFD88F03CED_## = Moonlit Plains
6414708192F78DC6_## = Okka alliance camp, north of Sunfall Valley.D'Arcy and Murad's
attack forced Preyta to retreat, leaving behind Skud in sole command of the Lokheim
horde. Skud was a brave warrior, but he was no tactician, and the allied lines found
some much-needed breathing room.It was at this moment that Arthur ordered his waiting
cavalry to sweep through the flanks of the Lokheim formation. With the foe in
disarray, the infantry advanced, slaughtering any abyssal beasts in their way. The
cavalry sent to meet up with the forest forces in the west returned in time to hit the
enemy from behind, and the allied forces swept through the battlefield. At the head of
the reinforcing force was the 300 Hoofed under Toro's command, who, whether out of a
desire to show off or simply out of pure hatred for the beasts of Lokheim, fought
harder than anyone else and left a deep impression on Arthur."So the Forest Guardians
will coordinate their attack with us?" Arthur asked when the battle was over and the
leaders of the allied forces met in his tent.Yorn looked at Toro, but it seemed the
bullman had no intention of speaking, so he answered, "General Baldum says they will
attack before the Night Star rises.""Then we don't have much time. Any ideas?"
Arthur's gaze drifted towards D'Arcy, for he had fought Lokheim more than the rest of
them put together.D'Arcy coughed and moved towards the map on the table. "Among the
enemies in front of us, neither the Shadow Worms nor the abyssal beasts could truly be
considered the armies of Lokheim. They have always been expendable, acting as meat
shields and soaking up attacks for the Corrupted who form the backbone of their
armies.""Small bugs in front, big bugs in the back," huffed Toro."We have two lines to
break through, at the very least." Arthur walked back and forth, deep in thought, then
looked up and said, "The high ground on the sides of the valley will be the key to
this battle..."When the sun covered the Night Star, Okka infantry began to advance
towards the valley. Two cavalry regiments rode ahead, scouting out the high ground on
the two sides of the valley.Meanwhile, the Forest Guardians on the southwest side of
the valley were struggling.As Tel'Annas descended onto the valley upon her great
eagle, the Forest Guardians swept aside three legions of abyssal beasts. But now the
Shadow Worm Legion, which had lay dormant, came upon them in force."What in the name
of..." Lindis stared at the thing, at a loss for words. It was a massive creature the
likes of which she had never seen before, and it was still growing."A Dark Behemoth -
a monster created from ten thousand Shadow Worms, and a drop of blood from Marja's
heart!" Baldum's said with a trembling voice. The Dark Behemoth was the most powerful
creature in the Shadow Worm Legion, and battles against them inevitably resulted in
heavy casualties. Fortunately for the Forest Guardians, such creatures were few in
number, for their creation exacted a heavy toll on Marja herself. In the past hundred
years, Baldum had only seen a total of three.In terms of size and power, however, none
of those three could hold a candle to the two creatures that now appeared before the
Forest Guardians. And standing between the two were Marja's worm avatar, and her loyal
servant and bodyguard Kriknak."You are no match for me in your present state, witch."
Tel'Annas strode out from among the Forest Guardian ranks to face Marja's challenge.
Marja could not leave the scene of the ceremony, and her worm avatar, though capable
of powerful magic, was nowhere near as powerful as Marja herself.Marja, though, was
not about to let this stop her from getting her revenge on Tel'Annas, and present the
elven queen's head to her lover on a silver platter when he finally awakes. Kriknak
moved without Marja needing to give an order, for his mind and blood and his mistress'
were linked, and Marja's will was his.The queen was not defenseless, of course, and a
dark storm appeared in Kriknak's path. For the queen had her own loyal servant, and
his name was Zill. The battle between the Forest Guardians and the Shadow Worm Legion
had begun.Deep in the valley, Veera heard Mganga report the situation on the
frontlines.\n"So, she's here...no wonder Marja is restless.""What is our next step,
Your Highness?""We stay the course and leave the Forest Guardians to Marja. We need
not change anything...but if she's getting herself involved, we might as well throw
the toys she left into the fray and brunt the enemy assault. And have Nakroth get
ready."On the northeast side, a massive creature appeared before the Okka and Veda
forces, and it was still growing."What in the world is that thing?" Arthur asked."Big
worm," huffed Toro gruffly. "Hard to kill. Kill many.""The Dark Behemoth, one of
Marja's dread creations," said Klaus. "It's the first time I've seen it with my own
eyes, but it matches the descriptions in the books." He turned to Yorn to seek
affirmation, and Yorn nodded."What I really want to know is, how do we kill that
thing?" Arthur set his eyes on Toro. It seemed he was the only one who had experience
fighting the monstrosity."Attack," said Toro. "We break worm, or worm break us."So
much for tactics, thought Arthur, though he did not say this out loud. Instead he
asked, "If the first wave I'm sending in are likely to die, who should I send?"The
nobles standing behind Arthur looked uneasy. Arthur did not say it out loud, but they
knew that their forces took much fewer losses than the Templars and Silverwing
Knights, who bore the brunt of the enemy attack.
641546F0BFB9C3AD_## = Fellow Mercenaries
64182BC73C78FDD9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
650B9DE84978C112_## = Kyubi and Liliana
650C1C5A63784C29_## = Aleister was the first face that Tulen saw, and his only
teacher. In truth, Tulen does not dislike Aleister; he merely wishes to prove his
superiority.
650DF3057B0CD482_## = Hayate
6571EDC109A33A24_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
657AF07F39B784DD_## = Kingdom of Norman
6585B3072B3BA832_## = Okka Allies
659A4902791E59BF_## = The Summoner Apprentice
659D83E9C4213751_## = Why does D'Arcy have a streak of white hair?
65D4A13E41AA9976_## = At his calmest when he kills.
65E55EC606477DDF_## = 8 Aug
65E5B5AC320CB03A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
65E62967A03064F8_## = Occasionally takes different forms, but prefers her current
form.
65EF716AEC0B0B97_## = Kingdom of Okka
660D9CCA5DCC105A_## = Pecci
66142E04B423AEC7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
661AF9878848352B_## = Nothing embarrasses her like having to wear a dress.
66210E0119C70A32_## = Azzen'Ka
664712FE079D3276_## = Federation of the Free
666098E5CD03E216_## = 10 May
667567F3F912B3FD_## = Afata
667DA9A5A241C8E3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
669E366C4EC60D39_## = His hobby is sculpting, and he sometimes hurts his hands doing
it. Not that his demon hand would hurt.
669EB1FBF4FDDB48_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
66AD1F64070FBCD4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
66DAE10AF1688DC4_## = Once the weakest of the Demon Hunters, in battle and in
drinking.
66F89480E8C7C65B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6722BF61A97E5D0C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
673377CA183AA2A4_## = Veda
673CBB0AE0A5C781_## = Volkath is the only one who truly understands Veera, while Veera
reveres Volkath's strength and believes he is the only one who can lead Lokheim to
victory.
67513D010923EA33_## = Errol and Richter were once comrades in the Demon Hunters, and
Errol admired Richter for how he was able to protect others. When Errol fled after
murdering his comrades, it was Richter who pursued him and witnessed how he fell from
a sheer cliff.
67637C48E0BE5A69_## = Arrow
67725506DBC26173_## = Making friends was too much of a bother for Krizzix, but his
relationship with Y'bneth suited him well, for the treeman could go for days without
speaking or even moving. Y'bneth was also the perfect listener, and over time Krizzix
told him of all his embarrassing moments and darkest thoughts.
679D24F9A3FE68C3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
67A46CD8988727E3_## = Ooh, I just can't get enough.
67ACAD7360DE93B0_## = I'll be the wind through pains and woods, always by your side.
I'll be the gale that blows through the enemy, scattering them.
67B81F4234B41C26_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6818D660DBB4331A_## = What was Errol's nickname?
6868F141A7E63125_## = Dark Trial
686A525492C81B21_## = Ever vigilant we must be, for the war is never truly over.
68732D7020EEBC6D_## = Mist Island defector
689CAF5C4DEEA231_## = The transformation process of the Abyss is torture to most
creatures, but Maloch considers it supreme joy. His superior constitution and stunted
brain makes him less sensitive to stimulation than most creatures, and thus
desensitized to pain. He has therefore gone through far more transformations than his
fellow demons. Not even Volkath and his iron will has taken as deeply to the powers of
the Abyss as Maloch has, and for this reason Maloch is the foremost champion of
Lokheim.\n\n"Begin." The low, rumbling voice echoed through the training hall, and
Nakroth's eardrums trembled. He was familiar with Maloch, of course, but he had never
crossed swords with the demon lord, and he was uneasy.\n"What are you waiting for?
You're just going to stand there in before Lord Maloch?" Zephys' movements were even
faster than his mouth, and his spear was already heading towards Maloch.\nThis was not
a fair fight, of course. Maloch outnumbered them one to two.Nakroth quickly responded,
moving towards Maloch on the other side. For his part, Maloch seemed almost oblivious
to their movements, standing unmoving with his cleaver, just waiting for their
move.\nFear crept into Nakroth's heart, though there was little time to dwell on it as
he and Zephys picked up their pace. They timed each other's moves perfectly, product
of their many sparring sessions, Zephys's spear stabs alternating with Nakroth's short
swords, pressuring Maloch from both sides.\nCrimson flashed before Nakroth's eyes, and
his arms went numb from the impact between his weapon and Maloch's. But it was enough
that he stopped Maloch, even for an instant, creating an opening for Zephys - or so he
thought.\nWithout stopping for even a moment, Maloch's cleaver drew an arc towards
Zephys on the other side.\nStill, Zephys was even faster. He may not have Maloch's
power, but he had the initiative, and this was their best chance.Zephys's spears
rained down on Maloch, and multiple holes appeared in Maloch's chest, hot demon blood
flowing from them like burning lava. Yet Maloch appeared completely unconcerned, as
his great cleaver accelerated towards Zephys.\nZephys blocked the blow with his
spears, but the cleaver's momentum was not stopped, sending him flying across the
arena.\nAt this moment Nakroth advanced, attacking Maloch's left side which was now
open. But Maloch simply raised his left hand, and seized Nakroth within his great red
demonic claw. Nakroth's lifeforce faded as Maloch's body glowed blood-red, the wounds
inflicted by Zephys quickly closing themselves.Drained by Maloch's claw, Zephys
mustered what strength he had to launch a desperate strike. But his real goal was to
distract Maloch, buying time for Zephys, who was now in a position to hit Maloch from
behind.\nZephys did not disappoint, leaping high in the air, his spear tip headed
straight for Maloch's back. But Maloch was gone, leaving Zephys and Nakroth to stare
at each other in confusion.\nThen the two of them looked up, and Maloch's demonic
wings were fully spread, then his massive frame landed, a great shockwave sending
Zephys and Nakroth flying.\nThen all was quiet, with only Maloch standing in the
middle of the arena, a proud mountain of a demon.
68A6FFE726795AD3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
68B0649C8510A8A2_## = The Iron Mountain Range is located at the northern tip of the
land, surrounding the Holy Hall like an iron wall. This renowned mountain range is
known for its deposits of ore, which, which served as the main source of income for
the Holy Hall. \n\nAs a group of people indigenous to the region, the Holy Hall
directly governs all of their faithful followers. The tribe led by Taara achieved many
feats in the warring era. Though they lacked the necessary crafting skills for fine
weapons, they valiently held their crude hammers and smashed them down upon the Fallen
invading at the foot of the mountains. Bloodbath after bloodbath, Taara's tribe paid
dearly. However, even on the verge of losing the entire Iron Mountain Range, surrender
never entered Taara's mind.\n\nOn the day of light's resurgence, Taara and her
tribesmen held a great festival. They lit the furnace deep in the mountains and
celebrated with pillars of raging flames. Thane's messengers came at this time to
issue a decree from the new king. Due to Taara's valiance in the war, she was granted
a noble title and a rich plot of land in the kingdom. There, her tribe would finally
be able to escape their life of material shortages and hard mining work.\n\nHowever,
before Taara and her tribe could make the transition, Gildur's fury spread to the Iron
Mountains. As the Holy Hall's financial officer, Gildur knew that maintaining the
population was essential to maintaining production capacity. He would not allow Thane
to destabilize the cornerstones of the Order.\n\nThane's messenger was exiled, and
Taara was regarded as a traitor to the faith and imprisoned. In addition, the taxes
for her tribe were doubled for the next ten years as a punishment.\n\nThe ground
collapsed from beneath her feet and Taara fell from heaven straight to the endless
torment of hell. \n\nVeera, who had been spying from the dark, seized the chance to
rescue Taara, leaving her with these words: "False gods fail you in light; why not
embrace true darkness?" Disappointed by the Holy Hall, Taara submitted herself to the
abyss. She was willing to be baptized by frost fire, and to commit her soul to a dark
will.\n\n"I rely only on the power I can hold in my hands!"
68BE2279D929B9EB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
68F342BDC58D7221_## = Rosenberg
69C91792628E42A5_## = Power of Dimensions
6A03499B4D204B61_## = Denizens of Elborne Woods and Verno Forest.
6A2249A529C4BE67_## = Lu Bu
6A2618689CEEE499_## = Former Demon Hunter turned mercenary
6A86C9CFC80B0BCD_## = 30 Nov
6AB31455013D7C44_## = Likes to read and think about questions of philosophy.
6AE1DE4012F1BA51_## = Forest Denizens
6AE28B458069A9B0_## = Verno Valley
6AF47DF9E4077BBD_## = Norman Allies
6B00B0AFB1C6AE9C_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6B080EB5BBBF871B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6B18E47933B9C142_## = Abyss Pet
6B3AD9D20CCDBB8C_## = The world of adults is so complicated.
6B404B32ED71DD80_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6B7F4ABAF03C8D73_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6B9343BB962B2C69_## = Zip belongs to a new generation of creatures native to the
Abyss, representing a new direction in their evolution. It has the intellectual
capacity to learn and grow, and he has the rare skill to harness the power of
dimensions, as he demonstrated when escaping from Mganga's lab. Bearing witness to the
scene, Veera put a stop to the experiments on Zip and entrusted the creature to her
faithful servant, Mina, whom Zip came to adore.\n\nThough Zip is able to come and go
from Lokheim as he pleases, he dares not leave Mina's side. Even his little mind knows
that there are too many who see him as the key to discovering the secrets of creation.
6BAE522FC9911D2B_## = 31 Dec
6BD07AFB21F0FCEE_## = Past, present, future - we'll always be together.
6BFFB9F6B8281F68_## = Everybody needs my help!
6C29344584A69850_## = The Bull King
6C29B34E4F7B0BA1_## = Volkath
6C2F791C85898E1B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
6C3394AB9A0EB573_## = Ishar
6C3568C078711C18_## = Land of Dragons
6C49DF62FF108A39_## = Martial Artist
6C657E23B704C6BE_## = "The silver moon shines eternal."\n\nHidden among the population
of the Afata, there is a small tribe who worships the moon. Every thirty years, a
young woman is chosen to wield the full power of the moon and become the tribe's
guardian priestess. As the time for selecting the chosen one neared, Lindis and Luna
were deemed the two most promising candidates as they had displayed the greatest
potential for developing their abilities and controlling the full power of the
moon.\n\nBut Lindis knew her chances were slim. Luna, her sister, outshone her in
every way. She was talented, smart, beautiful, and held in high regard by their peers.
Meanwhile, Lindis merely stood in her shadow, unnoticed and overlooked.\n\nLindis bore
her sister no ill will, however. She loved her sister and admired her beauty. And, in
return, Luna lavished her normally quiet and reserved little sister with love. Their
bond was incredibly strong, and as time passed, the two sisters developed a psychic
connection with one another. Lindis was content just being Luna's little sister. She
had no sense of jealousy as all she wanted was for Luna to become the tribe's
priestess.\n\nSadly, that heartfelt wish would soon be dashed. Mganga the Unspeakable
had quietly maneuvered his way into the tribe. He began to work his charm on Lindis,
plying her with sweet lies and luring her into his trap.\n\nJust as he was prepared to
start siphoning away Lindis' power, Luna, sensing her sister's predicament, came to
the rescue. Yet, she was not powerful enough to defeat Mganga alone. As Lindis
returned to her senses, she was overcome with both guilt and despair. "I'll take both
your powers!" Mganga exclaimed with delight and avarice.\n\n"I won't dare let you!"
shouted Luna. And with all her might, Luna released a bright burst of energy that drew
out the full power in both sisters, melding their souls together inextricably. "You...
What have you done?! You would sacrifice your own life and existence for her?!" an
enraged and distraught Mganga roared as he tried to stop the fusion. But there was
little he could do to stop the fully realized potential of the silver moon.\n\nUnder
the light of the silver moon, Luna grew ever weaker while her energy brought Lindis
back from the brink of death. "Lindis, I'm so proud of you," was all that was said
before Luna's physical presence faded, signaling the completion of their union. In a
fit of anguish, Lindis fired a deadly arrow from her crossbow towards Mganga. She
could sense Luna's soul within her as she raised her weapon, calling upon the full
power of the silver moon together. Badly wounded and defeated, Mganga fled and never
returned.\n\n"Luna, I promise you. I will defend our tribe to the bitter end."
6C7DCD7E8DC0B267_## = Violet Biography
6C809CABEE77484C_## = 15 Jan
6C8AAEF934B72D52_## = The Captain
6CCE375FF4B3D462_## = Y'bneth
6CDCA1CF4878EA0C_## = The Thunder Throne alone is not enough for me.
6CEE178E1363731E_## = Fellow Students
6CEF52F871721779_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6CF21F76E0F4A407_## = Sworn enemies of order, who seek absolute power against the ties
that bind them.
6CFFB9B0D7E57E68_## = Lord of the Abyss
6D0CF8E1CFC27F9C_## = Violet
6D12E33F4B47B23E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6D255D13613D1A32_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6D2A76FF14BF6E8E_## = Looks weak on the surface, but absolutely focused when she sets
her mind on a goal.
6D47B63DB01E3484_## = Ilumia Biography
6D4ADEB5C979DEC5_## = The Pandharma Master
6D6342C2E791210A_## = Yena and Murad are lost in the desert and they are short on
water. What will Yena do?
6DB5BFECAE25BA1D_## = Family Ties
6DF11682B3196281_## = Tremble, you bugs!
6E0154D083477BD4_## = The Eastern Desert, Helios Empire territory.\nMurad rides next
to his father, the massive army of the empire behind them. Yet the field was virtually
silent - the quiet before the storm.\nThey are waiting for Azzen'Ka, The
Forgotten.\nMorad grasps the necklace before his chest. On the necklace was a bright
azure gem that glowed with the starlight of oceans. It was the most sacred artifact of
the Helios Empire - the Gem of Time. Passed down through the royal family, it was made
of Andura stone, and traditionally held by the heir to the throne.The edge of the sky
turned crimson, and the raging winds brought a low roar. The demon Azzen'Ka had come,
bringing his vast army. Raging sands darkened the skies, and the battle began.\nMurad
was at the fore of the lines, charging towards Azzen'Ka. His necklace began to glow
with a silver light, and a magic circle formed around Azzen'Ka's feet, slowing the
demon's movement. Seeing his opportunity, Murad leapt at Azzen'Ka, but was stopped by
sand blasts. Countless rocks flew at Murad, but he adroitly dart in and out among
them, avoiding them with little difficulty.\nConfident that he could deal with
Azzen'Ka's attacks, Murad was prepared to make a second go when he found his legs
frozen in place. Sand had began to creep up onto them, solidifying into a rock shell
that pinned him in place. He had fallen into Azzen'Ka's trap without realizing
it.\nWide-eyed, Murad could only watch as Azzen'Ka came before him with a smug
smile.\n"You're a little stronger than your forefathers, I'll give you that. But you
don't seem to be any smarter."\nAn enormous claw of rock and sand had formed before
Murad, slowly but surely bearing down with unstoppable power, the same claw that had
already buried countless souls before him. This was Murad's punishment for defying the
Lord of the Desert, god, demon, nightmare...\n"Use the Gem, Murad!"\nMurad heard his
father's voice, and felt his mind go blank. The sand engulfed him and the world went
black.When he came to his senses he was standing on a sea of stars, memories of his
life flying before his eyes. He saw the wail of souls innumerable fade into the ruins
of great cities, a lone wander in a desert, to a mysterious woman, bathing in the
moonlight with her arms open.\nWas this real? What was real?\nMurad could not see the
woman's face clearly, though she looked to be several years Murad's senior.\n"Demon or
god, I will kill them," she said.\n"Farewell. I know that you will bring peace and
unity to the desert, and the people shall know neither war nor hunger."\nLike tiny
grains of sand the quiet words faded away in the wind, but they had left an impression
in Murad.\nWhen he was granted the Gem he was warned not to trust the chaotic memories
of the artifact until he had fully harnessed its powers. The conversation might take
place in the future, or in another timeline, or merely in his dreams.\nBut Murad found
himself moved. Someone was willing to stand by his side, trust him without
reservation, and love the land just as he did. He was willing to believe it.\nThe
stars began to fall away, and so did Murad. But his heart was steady and strong.\nHe
knew what he had to do.Among cries of surprise the sand was torn open and Murad burst
out, appearing behind Azzen'Ka, his twin blades reflecting the sunlight that shined
through the gap that had appeared in the sky. With blinding speed he launched five
strikes at Azzen'Ka, each one aiming at a weakness.\n"Time has judged you!"\n- End -
6E312B607CE0255F_## = Poor money habits, often has to borrow from Valhein and
Butterfly.
6E58138FE897E8FA_## = Airi Biography
6E58E98E6F202325_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6E67DC4A90B6CCE4_## = 25 May
6E6BB1A745C65870_## = Sephera
6E7ACAF655994125_## = Boiling Sea
6EB68B9813A77F8C_## = The Ash Weaver
6EC085C51C94929A_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
6EE4F3525D94129B_## = "Destroy it, and it shall be eternal."
6EEF934B2D2EBB3B_## = Federation of the Free
6F0DF2ECC725B054_## = Born of the same clan, Airi and Hayate were once like brother
and sister. Hayate's betrayal has caused the two to drift apart, but Hayate continues
to pay close attention to what goes on around Airi.
6F17F91D5943AD7E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
6F328DC83E50FD91_## = "Where there is no way, there is a way. What is infinite, is
finite. Such is the way of the martial artist. Such is the way of Ch'i."\nIt was a
cold and rainy day. Drenched laborers gathered in front of the dojo with hammers and
crowbars in hand, discussing how to remove the two inscribed plaques embedded deep
inside the doorpost. The boss wanted everything taken away except the brick walls and
the people. The plaques were not part of the walls, but they were so deeply embedded
inside the stone doorposts that the workers were at their wits' end. Qi was standing
under the eaves, watching all this.\n\n"My grandfather punched it in with the power of
Ch'i. Your tools are no good." Finally, she pushed aside the workers and stood in
front of the doorposts, barely concealing her displeasure. She bent her knees lightly,
raised her palm, and struck the pillars one after the other. The plaques flew out from
inside the stonework before anybody even realized what happened."Not bad, girl!" Words
of praise came from the watching workers.\n\n"Much good it does, if it can't keep the
dojo open..." someone whispered. Jealousy, or something else? Qi did not know, Qi did
not care. In the rain, she turned around and walked into her house. There was nothing
left in the empty house, not even a stool to sit down on, but it was still her home,
where she was born, where she grew up, where she learned everything she knew about the
martial arts.The Dragon Kingdom is the home of martial arts, and Qi's family, the
Sungming clan, was one of its most illustrious practitioners - once upon a time. But
the family had long been in decline, dwindling in numbers and skill. Qi is the last of
her line.\n\nPerhaps the bloodline wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, for Qi showed
incredible talent for martial arts from a young age. Her father was once a respectable
martial artist himself, but injury and illness had robbed him of his prowess, and he
trained Qi relentlessly, desperate to preserve the family's legacy in its sole
remaining heir. Qi's mother left, angry at her husband's treatment of their daughter,
and so did the few students the dojo had, after it became clear that their master had
become a shadow of his former self. At last only father and daughter were left in an
empty dojo, and Qi's father placed all his hopes on her. Qi did not fail him, becoming
a martial artist who need not be ashamed in the proud company of her ancestors. But it
came at a price - her father spent all the money he had, making sure that Qi had the
best nourishment possible and never wanted for medicine when she was injured, leaving
none for the treatment of his own illness.\n\nWhen her father fell ill, Qi took over
as master of the Dojo. But she did not heed her father's commands to find students and
restore the glory of the dojo, but pawned the dojo's deed to buy medicine for her
father. Furious at this, her father refused to speak to her for days; Qi said nothing,
continuing to take care of her father as she had, diligently keeping up with her
training in between. "Silly girl, wasting time and money on a dying old man!"\n\n"Yes,
yes. Now open your mouth and drink your medicine." Qi simply held up the spoon until
her father relented and drank up.\n\n"Yuck, this bitter crap...it's not gonna do me
any good, you know that. Why won't you just let me die, for Dragon's sake?"\n\n"For as
long as I can remember I've been training with you. For twelve long years we have been
master and student, more than we have been father and daughter. I want to make up for
lost time now that I'm in charge. I don't know how much time you have left, so I want
to make the most of it."\n"Silly, silly girl...I'm sorry, Qi, I'm so sorry..." Tears
ran down her father's cheeks." There's nothing to be sorry about. You taught me the
techniques of our ancestors, all that I need to survive in the world. Don't say
anything - just rest. I won't let my skills get rusty, and I won't let the dojo go
under."\n\n"Look at you, just like your silly old man when he was young." Qi's father
laughed. The more he laughed, the more Qi's heart ached.\n\nIt rained the day her
father died too. He lay on his bed, little more than skin and bones, too weak to even
cough, but with his last strength he grasped Qi's hand with his own and whispered to
her, "Bring glory back to the family...let Sungming's name be known far and
wide..."\n\nWith reddened eyes Qi nodded, holding back tears. She was a warrior now,
and a warrior never lies. Her father could die in peace.\n\nFuneral arrangements were
only half done when the creditors came to claim the dojo. Qi went out into the middle
of the training hall and crushed the floor tiles beneath her feet with one casual
step. The collectors left.But money owed was money owed, and Qi's pride did not allow
her to default on it by force. All she wanted was to keep the house, and the name of
Sungming Dojo.\n\n"Take everything you care to and set whatever price you see fit.
When my name is made and the dojo is back on its feet, I'll pay back the rest - with
interest."\n\nThe manager of the pawnshop saw that Qi had talent and put in a good
word with the owner, who agreed to give her a three-year extension. Qi had averted the
crisis at hand, and she knew what she should do next. Qi's stomach rumbled. A warrior
needs to eat, and she had not eaten for days.\n\n"First things first. Got to find
something to eat." She patted her stomach lightly and kicked open her room door. "Then
I go and find that Lu Bu and see who's the better fighter!"\n\nThis was the path that
her ancestor Sungming had walked - a man of humble beginnings, who made his name with
his iron fists. But his descendants could not follow in his footsteps, and the family
dojo went into decline.\n\nBut Qi is the greatest martial artist to come from her line
since the great Sungming himself. And she is ready to challenge the mighty heroes of
the world.\n\n"I am my Ch'i, my Ch'i with me."
6F485A239685879B_## = Sephera and D'Arcy had a long and complicated relationship, but
as time passed they buried the past and treated each other as close friends and
comrades. In her heart Sephera always felt she was the third wheel in D'Arcy and
Dirak's friendship.
6F4C2ECDDCEF33BE_## = Shadow Prison
6F58192B0B6D7485_## = His obsession with research has had detrimental effects on his
hairline.
6F7FC5742BC704E4_## = Veda
6F99764F743D9F44_## = Thane
6FA182B87C7AF699_## = Hall of Gospel
6FAC400F29756555_## = Yorn
6FD113E540C6DC2E_## = Ilumia had it all: beauty, intelligence, power, glory, and
strength. Just as Maloch represented the dark power, Ilumia was the embodiment of
light. No hero was above Ilumia. She never showed anyone her true self because she had
a more important identity to assume: Goddess of Light.\n\nHer elegance, purity, and
magic compelled people to believe that Ilumia was the Goddess that brought hope and
light to the people. The Temple was founded and expanded on these beliefs. With a
revered Goddess, the Temple firmly established the religion, which commanded its
fearless followers to resist dark invasions.\n\nAs the actual power wielder of the
Temple, Ilumia knew how to play the game. She managed to wrestle the Temple free from
the castle's rule and protect her followers' interests when Thane's power reached its
pinnacle. Ilumia lived and breathed power, and she would never give it up willingly.
6FE32F28C8543E66_## = Proud and haughty
70195CFF616A8D85_## = Tribal Priest
701CAA15D9A2E9AB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
704F66148F67D7A7_## = Qi
707230144C4BE14D_## = Lokheim
70AFD1AB772FF475_## = Betrayed by his king and his nobles, Nakroth harbors a deep
grudge against the royal house.
70C7DCB47F1DCE1C_## = Shadow Worm Legion
70EC7330CE72271E_## = Arum Biography
713FE6D70DEBC61C_## = Yena
716F5A2B8FDF41B3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7179B4BADB2A79A6_## = The Monolith
717EF787B3A1FFE3_## = 26 Jun
71911E25C35ED436_## = Arum
719A99942CDEBF7A_## = The result of nature's laws being warped by Abyssal energies,
the Maelstrom connects the underground passages used by the Lokheim demons. It is an
important base for Lokheim's naval operations.
719B98C8B053F16D_## = The Reaper Queen
71BF1899CA5D19F0_## = Spends her mornings reciting incantations at the shore.
71C10EF7644AA9E3_## = City of Light
71C616D87A39D56D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
71D474A4D8CCF5D4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
71F5A95D55027ED8_## = "Who is this who summons me?" The silence of the shadows is
broken by a seductive voice.\n\nA cellar room seven-feet large, with a single wooden
door as the only entrance, no windows, and no useless furniture to distract. Complex
runes are inscribed on the ground made of obsidian, with a demonic statue in the
middle made of the same material.\n\nVeres' blood seeps through the runes. A crimson
light runs through the inscriptions like a hungry snake looking for prey. This is the
most dangerous of magical sacrifices: using runes filled with dark magic as medium,
the summoner activates them with the power of blood, summoning the shadow of a "guest"
from another realm.\n\nIf the summoner's life force is not strong enough, they run out
of blood and end up a dried corpse. If the summoner's will is not strong enough, they
become corrupted by the visiting shadow and join them in the Abyss.\n\nThis is a trial
of both mind and matter.\n\nThe guest from the Abyss has come. Entrancing voices echo
through the room, but Veres is unfazed. She pulls back her bleeding wrist and wraps it
as best as she can with the other hand and her teeth. The ritual is half complete. She
needs to be in top mental form for the impending negotiation.\n\n"Why do you not
speak, girl? Was it not you who called me here?" The voice is tender, seductive, and
finds its way into the deepest reaches of the heart.\n\n"Didn't think it would be you
who responds, granny." Veres replies coldly after spitting out the bandage in her
mouth.\n\n"Mmm. The tongue is sharp as ever, I see." Veera the Seductress, Mastermind
of Corruption, the advisor to the Abyss Legion, known for her unpredictable guile. Yet
even after thousands of years, there are some things that matter more than others.
Veera does not succeed entirely in letting Veres' words slide.\n\n"Time's running out.
Let's cut to the chase." Veres takes a parchment from inside her robes and throws it
at the statue, now glowing with a crimson light. "This is what I want, and my offer
for it."\n\nThe parchment opens in the middle of the air as though touched by a pair
of invisible hands.\n\n"A fair deal, I must say. You offer something that I want, and
in return you want something that I can - that only I can give." Amusement creeps into
Veera's tone. "But I'm curiousâ€¦who taught you this ritual? And I seem to detect a
familiar scent from this parchment..."\n\n"I thought you would be old enough to let a
few little things go. Plenty old enough." Veres pouts impatiently. "If there are no
problems, do we have a deal?"\n\n"If we ever met again, child, I suggest that you hold
your tongue - or lose it." Without waiting for Veres' retort, Veera's shadow
disappears.\nThe contract is in effect.\n\nNow alone by herself, Veres lets out a long
sigh. She has been walking a fine line - one wrong step, and it's all over for her.
The man behind the scenes, who calls himself the "Great Warlock", assured her that
everything is under control, but Veres never believed a word of it. "Old bastard,
always hiding in the shadows...he expects me to trust him, when he doesn't even dare
show his face!"\n\nAs the paragon of a new generation of assassins raised by the
Reapers, there is only one person who Veres trusts in this world: Quillen, who is both
teacher and father to her. Thanks to her success, the Reapers have reemerged from the
shadows, and Quillen has regained his old standing among the Shadow Hand. He lends
Veres to mages in order to curry favors from their factions, as well as serving as a
display of power.\n\nAmily's rebellion three years ago dealt a terrible blow to both
the Reapers and Quillen's reputation. He had to relinquish some of his powers as he
bid his time training new blood. Quillen's pain has passed on to his new protÃ©gÃ©,
who has directed all her anger and hate towards Amily.\n\n"So much like herâ€¦" Veres
often hears this from her master. After all these years, Quillen still could not
forget his admiration for Amily's abilities.\n\nToo young to understand the sentiments
behind Quillen's words, Veres treated them as a slap in the face, to be compared to
the infamous traitor by the only person she respected and loved. And she could not
help but feel, deep down, that Quillen considered her inferior to Amily.\n\nThis is
why Veres came to partake in this ritual, despite the risks. She did not do this just
for Quillen's glory; she also seeks to be unique. \n\nAccording to the "warlock", as
the link between two worlds and signee to the contract, the power of the Abyss will
irrevocably enter her blood, giving her new powers, as well as completely changing her
appearance.\n\n"Just want to make sure that I'm not going to become one of those
Corrupted." Veres' voice holds no doubt. The words of the "warlock" have not made her
let down her guard, but after receiving Quillen's assurance, she had only one thought
in mind - reach a deal, no matter what it takes. And with this newfound power, she can
settle the score with a certain fugitive.\n\n"The world's going to know - I'm better
than you are."
7201D91BF17E7181_## = Thane
720492BE09E51126_## = 240cm
721D8CC30126D184_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
72263D28530D2B23_## = "Tremble, for I am the Plague, the Avatar of
Pestilence."\n\nBorn from battle, Preyta lived to spread disease and pestilence.
During an ancient conflict between forgotten kingdoms, bodies began to pile high.
Without time for proper burials, the dead were rolled into a deep ravine to fester and
decay. \n\nPreyta was the soldier tasked with guarding this area. However, as the
corpse pile grew, the perpetual rot and festering corpses grew into something more.
Preyta's soul became infected, his mind warped and twisted until all that remained was
a servant of the plague. Empowered by the rot, a new creature was born.\n\nAll living
things were susceptible to the plague and Preyta knew just how well and quickly it
could spread in time of war. Bards told tales of battlefields decimated by the
purveyor of pestilence. He could appear anytime, on any battlefield, and rain down a
putrid virus capable of consuming all life.\n\nPreyta could cause even the bravest of
souls to cower in fear. Drawing powerful magic from pestilence, he could obliterate
any shred of willpower that his enemy could muster before infecting them with a deadly
pathogen. \n\n"He is the scourge, and he has returned to this world."
723B35453BA8ED8E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
723E38F5BE4C9CF8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
72506C8EE2609961_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
726710D005F67B52_## = Capheny Biography
72727273169E8130_## = Omega Biography
727C48A215BE9096_## = 28 Sep
729A732CA9118F3F_## = Enzo
72DE5D5A5D1AB7F3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
72F42A69EFD8EBC9_## = Qi Biography
73008EE7821BBFAF_## = It was for this reason that she had chosen to go all-in, hoping
to offset uncertainty with brute force.Whatever plans Ilumia might have, she could not
possibly have counted on Lokheim committing its entire strength. And even if there was
a trap waiting for them, Veera was confident that they would endure until the
resurrection ceremony was complete, at which point the arrival of Volkath would
undoubtedly turn the tables and bring victory to Lokheim.
7305F2C2CE1D47F2_## = 5 Sep
730844DC389638F1_## = 20 Feb
731B0F1F751D046B_## = With the help from their mages, the Silverwing and Casanova
knights cleaned up the wasteland that used to be Sunfall Valley. The massive explosion
that rocked the valley yesterday had destroyed the hills around the valley, revealing
shining crystal formations. The mages identified them as priceless Andura Stone, but
even they could not explain how they came to appear at Sunfall Valley. Nor did they
know about the secret meeting that Arthur, rescued from the brink of death by the
Archon Lauriel, was currently participating in.Lauriel and D'Arcy confirmed that
Volkath's resurrection was successful, and so with Lauriel and Arthur representing
Veda, Tel'Annas representing Afata, and Astrid and Dirak representing the League of
Humans, the leaders of the three major factions met to discuss their next move.In
addition to dealing with the Lokheim threat, the focus of the meeting soon moved to
something more pressing - the Andura Stone that had appeared in Sunfall Valley.Lauriel
claimed that the Andura Stones were the product of the clash between the light of
Ilumia's magic and the darkness of Volkath's resurrection ritual, and thus they
belonged rightfully to Veda.Tel'Annas and Astrid disagreed vehemently, of course.
Eventually the three sides came to an agreement, mediated by Arthur, whereby the
Andura Stones would be divided among the three factions evenly.Some of the stones were
imbued with the power of darkness, and they would be entrusted to the Magister's
Council, with Afafa and Veda each sending a representative to oversee their disposal,
so that they do not fall into Lokheim hands."Ushering in a new age of Enchantments,
eh?" Dirak's excitement was palpable as he grabbed D'Arcy's shoulder. Andura-powered
enchantments were Dirak's specialty, a versatile and effective form of magic that
could be used to boost the effectiveness of mages and warriors in combat. But the
rarity of Andura Stones had prevented them from being popularized - until now.Even the
stones imbued with the power of darkness could, in the right hands, be used for good.
Dirak was a firm believer that there was no such thing as evil power, only evil
hearts.This was why D'Arcy did not reject Dirak out of hand when his old friend came
calling. No one knew black magic better than D'Arcy on the Magister's Council, and no
one hated it more, but his trust in Dirak was absolute, and he was confident that his
old friend would use it for good.So much for old friends. What of new ones?Murad and
Yena sought him out because they needed his help. Having gone through so much
together, however, D'Arcy could say with confidence that he would trust them with his
life, and they with theirs.Still, D'Arcy felt he owed his new friends something, and
now was the opportunity to repay the debt. There was a good chance that they would
find Andura Stones imbued with the power of dimensions to repair Murad's ancestral
artifact, something which D'Arcy was eager to, even though the same stones would have
been of great benefit to his own studies.Of course, D'Arcy had his eyes on
more."Dirak.""What's up?""I might head for the deserts some time.""All of a
sudden?""I've heard my friends talk about it, and I would like to see with my own eyes
how the red sun sets upon the golden sands."Murad sneezed hard in the Casanova Order's
tent."Aww! That hurt!" The erstwhile prince was wrapped in bandages, and the sneeze
opened up his wounds. "Who's talking behind my back?"Murad's eyes were on Yena, who
was tending to his wounds as he spoke, and Yena glared right back. If not for Murad's
performance two days ago, she would not even bother with him.But what a performance it
was! While all who were present stared at the massive shadow in stunned silence, Murad
charged forward and lashed out with his Blades of Time."Do not presume to challenge a
god, vermin!"Volkath's roar showed that he noticed Murad's actions. In that moment,
did Murad truly threaten the powerful Lord of Darkness?"Come on, talk to me. I'm bored
to death stuck to this bed."Yena frowned. "I've never seen anyone look so happy
wrapped from head to feet in bandages. Sometimes I wonder what your head is filled
with...""Of course I'm happy! It's the Lord of Darkness! Azzen'Ka can't even hold a
candle before him. I couldn't even stand straight when I saw him the last time, and
that time it was only a shadow of him. This time I had the guts to try to hit him, and
I even gave him a mighty scare!" Murad moved a little too much in his excitement, and
his wounds opened again."Aww, aww, aww...well, listen. Don't you think I've gotten a
lot stronger?" Asked Murad, finally calming down."Don't know, don't care." Yena rolled
her eyes and prepared to leave, picking up the old bandages on her way."Hey, answer
me!"Yes, thought Yena. You have gotten stronger alright - and a great deal more
annoying than when you were moping and brooding.She turned, and for an instant Murad
saw a smile on her face. He sat and stared, speechless.
7322B4BDA56700C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
732CE51331C5B928_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
7348FB61FD7C56DB_## = Capheny
7363FE1CD5E121A1_## = Let's hope this won't be boring.
7397F2F420945D36_## = Valhein
739D4C7F9FA40CDB_## = Lindis Biography
73A5BC2054A3A60C_## = Lokheim
73B7354C92328BD1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
73EB4CB515E3EA49_## = Elemental lifeforms are not a common sight on Athanor. Zill was
born in the air, and he had little regard for the beings of the earth, with one
exception - Lumburr, whom he had fought alongside with.
7407BB8591941EAB_## = Gildur
740D015CE968CDA9_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for cultural and
educational affairs. It borders the Kingdom of Okka and its master is unknown, but its
everyday affairs are managed by its deputy, Ignis, with Lauriel also involved in its
operations.
741BF12214070240_## = The Joker's origins are shrouded in mystery, but what is known
is that he was once a small-time criminal who, after a freak accident transformed into
the Clown Prince of Crime. The Joker's belief that life can change at any moment
drives his thirst for chaos, which has fueled his reign of terror in Gotham City.
Believing that life is nothing more than a cosmic joke, the Joker has dedicated
himself to showing othersâ€”the whole world, evenâ€”that in one moment, your whole
life can get turned upside down. \n\nThe Joker has kidnapped, crippled, maimed,
murdered, and tortured countless individuals throughout the world, but his locus of
operations is Gotham City. Or, it was. In Gotham, the Joker was obsessed with the
punchline to his best joke: the destruction of Batman's ideals. Yet, try as he might,
no matter how agonizing nor how elaborate the situation, Batman refused to give in to
the Joker's games. Even after the Joker's actions cost Batman some of his dearest
allies, the Dark Knight would not break. Instead, Batman turned the tables on the
Joker by utilizing a highly modified version of Scarecrow's fear toxin. \n\nPrior to
this moment, the Joker had never truly tasted fear. With Batman's altered fear toxin
sluicing through his veins, the Joker was terrified for the first time. The traumatic
nature of the experience was enough to unmoor the last fastenings of the Joker's
sanity. Rather than stand trial for his crimes, he was committed to Arkham Asylum.
Here, the Joker was a comedian without a joke. What could be truly funny in the face
of true terror? The Joker began to despair that he might never laugh at the world ever
again. \n\nThat changed when a new inmate was brought into Arkham. This man, too, was
mad, but in between his demented ravings he spouted lucid streams of mathematical
equations and whispered incantations in hushed tones. And when he would sleep, a
single phrase was on his lips: "Athanorâ€¦ Athanor." The man's madness intrigued the
Joker. With some charm and deception Joker befriended the inmate and learned of where
the man had come from. A scientist in a former life, the Arkham inmate had studied
radiation spikes across the world that coincided with paranormal phenomena. The
scientist had found the answer to these riddles: a portal to another world. \n\nThe
scientist spoke of this realm, Athanor, with reverent tones. It was clear that the
experience had changed the scientist profoundly. The Joker was not in search of
spiritual enlightenment or an experience that would cure his madness; no, he longed to
see this world of beauty and order, so that he might make a grand joke of it. With his
mind finally resolved to a productive endeavor, the Joker escaped Arkham, as he had so
many times before. This time, instead of wreaking havoc upon Gotham, the newly freed
Joker made for Athanor. \n\nAfter months of searching, the Joker finally found the
portal to Athanor. And now, even the gods who contend to rule that realm will have to
wrestle with the man who is chaos personified.
742CC4A1BBC44088_## = Training grounds, Magic Academy.\n\n"Are...are we really going
to fight, Mr. Penin?" Ishar asked uneasily.\n\n"Fight? No, just a lesson on practical
magic," said her instructor with an impassive expression.\n\n"What's that, little
doll? Scared?" Said her opponent, Eva, who was already standing in the middle of the
arena. She grinned from ear to ear, revealing white teeth, and Ishar shuddered. But
orders were orders, and she had no choice but to walk onto the arena, Furball in her
arms.\n\n"I'm counting on you," thought Ishar, and she felt Furball gave a mental
affirmation, which gave her courage."What are you thinking of, little doll?"\n\nThe
voice came from behind, almost in Ishar's ear. Ishar's heart leaped, and Furball
rapidly transformed.\n\nWatching on the sidelines, Atab whistled. The fact that Ishar
and Furball were inseparable was inconvenient for him, but he had to admit that
Furball could be counted on when it mattered.Meanwhile, Furball had transformed into a
huge humanoid creature, twice the height of a normal man, and was chasing Eva around
the arena. Eva laughed as she ran, her demeanor so unconcerned they might have been
playing tag.\n\nPenin, though, was getting impatient.\n\n"Magic! Where's your magic?
This is a magic lesson, not a game!"\n\nIshar hurriedly drew an enchantment, and tiny
magical mushrooms began to form in her hand."Which one am I? Guess!"\n\nEva grinned
again, and suddenly there were three of her, each one corporeal and looking completely
real. Furball stopped in its tracks, confused, and Ishar was no less so.\n\n"What did
I say? Focus," laughed Eva, and she leaped as though she had no weight, landing
lightly before Ishar. Ishar stared blankly into her opponent's dark red eyes, and felt
sharp nails close around her throat - then stop.Eva frowned, then quickly took a
sidestep as Furball filled the space where she was an instant ago. This was not the
first time that this big ball of fur had interrupted her, and she was getting
angry.\n\nKill.\n\nThe very thought seemed to take physical form around Eva. She
grinned even wider, and the smell of blood began to permeate the air.\n\nThen -
nothing. The red faded from Eva's eyes, replaced with calm and gentle blue, and murder
was no longer in the air.Ishar did not know exactly what had happened, but she
breathed a sigh of relief nonetheless. She picked up Furball, now back to its usual
form, and walked towards Mr. Penin, knowing that a browbeating awaited her. She could
only hope that Chancellor Sephera would come soon.\n\nThe study of magic has been
harder than she imagined.
742CD8CF6702CFE9_## = Volkath immersed himself in red hot lava as a mortal man would
immerse himself in a hot bath, allowing the dark energies within to seep into his
blood.\nVolkath's rebellion against the gods ended with his triumph over Edras. Facing
the full wrath of Veda, however, he was forced to flee with his companions into the
rifts of the earth, into the underground depths known as the Abyss.\nThe Abyss was a
harsh and unforgiving place, even for those who had begun to wield the power of
darkness. Many died, many tried to flee back to the surface, but many more stayed
under Volkath's leadership, using the knowledge they had gained from Veda to alter
their own bloodlines, in order to adapt to the environment of the Abyss.Volkath was
one of the pioneers in such research, performing many experiments upon himself. He was
joined by Veera and Kahlii in his research, but he and Maloch were the only two who
successfully altered themselves by "overdosing" themselves with dark energy. Maloch's
natural strength and constitution seemed to have given him an advantage, for he took
to the demonic transformation faster and more completely than Volkath. The two of them
regularly engaged in sparring sessions, in order to better understand the benefits of
transformation.\nSparks flew as metal clanged against metal. Maloch's weapon was a
massive cleaver half his height, forged in the lava of the Abyss and its blade glowed
crimson, and the combination of its weight and sharpness could easily cleave a horse
in half with a single swing.\nPhysically inferior, Volkath did not use the longsword
which has his favored weapon, but instead had an even greater cleaver made, almost as
tall as himself, with an even broader blade than Maloch's. Volkath sought to make his
weapon longer, bigger and heavier than Maloch's, for it took a monster to fight a
monster."That wasn't my all," said Maloch as Volkath blocked his blow.\n"Then give it.
The new blade will hold," answered Volkath, wielding his great blade with the
swiftness and grace of a rapier.\nThe Archon's form was perfect in mind and body, yet
perfection was its greatest flaw, for it meant that they would always be limited by
its confines. Volkath's alterations eschewed perfection in the pursuit of excess,
granting him demonic strength and constitution.\nStill, as far as raw power was
concerned, Maloch had even more of it, and his cleaver tore through the air towards
Volkath. Once again metal clanged against metal, Volkath using both hands, leveraging
the greater weight of his weapon to turn aside the attack.Comfortable in the knowledge
that Volkath can block his attacks, Maloch put his left hand - left claw - in action.
This was why Maloch had chosen a smaller weapon than Volkath, despite his greater
strength and power; he wielded his cleaver in one hand, but it was his other demonic
claw that was the true threat.\n"I have a claw like that too."\nVolkath wielded his
cleaver with both hands, but a shadow appeared behind him. Two crimson claws looked
like they were on a collision course, then Maloch's claw passed through Volkath's
shadowy claw and caught Volkath flush on the chest.\nAt that same instant Volkath's
claw penetrated Maloch's chest. It did not draw blood, but Maloch felt himself tremble
instinctively, and he knew that Volkath had his soul in his hands.\nVolkath's cleaver
stopped, less than an inch from Maloch's neck. The battle was over."Just a little
trick that I came up with." Volkath drew back his blade and scanned the audience that
had gathered, watching them with wonder. Only then did Maloch give a start, as though
he had been woken up from a slumber.\n"My neck can take it," he said. His enhancements
had made his skin tougher than rock.\nVolkath patted Maloch's pack. "I'm sure it can,"
he said. "Save your strength for our true enemies."\nMaloch was silent for a while.
When he opened his mouth again, he said, "That blade, it's not right for
you."\n"Indeed," nodded Volkath. "I prefer the longsword. But I've made some
discoveries lately. This blade needs something else to unleash its true power."\n"Is
it good?"\n"Absolutely. It will allow us to crush all who dare to oppose us."
7462DA0F2D7D382C_## = Can often be found talking to the Soul Lamp.
746C2FCE388D601D_## = 1 Jul
749EC251A891CA95_## = Kingdom of Okka
74C5DFCD0AFF20F0_## = Krizzix
74ECDEE4C39424BA_## = Seeking freedom
7503B23B6DC74C4B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
752AB505B927A38B_## = 20 Nov
752D96E5CE56E88D_## = Nerov, darting in and out of the battle like a phantom, signaled
Taara to launch her attack.On the other side, the Golden Wings still flew proudly, but
the Okka lines had suffered badly from the Blood Knights' charge. Seeing his men in
disarray and the Blood Knights quickly coming around, Arthur led his guards to meet
the foe head-on to break the enemy charge and give his comrades a chance to
regroup.Arthur's gambit worked. Though beaten, the Okka forces were able to retreat in
some semblance of order and avoid a rout.But it was a dear price they paid, when
Nakroth's spear broke Arthur's cuirass and pierced the prince's chest.Arthur fell to
the ground, blood gushing from his chest. As his consciousness faded he thought he saw
a flower - a rose, blooming amongst flames...."Did you really think you were gonna do
this on your own, D'Arcy?"Watching wailing wraiths hit the golden barrier and
disappear into a black fog, D'Arcy had to admire the progress that his old friend made
in the pursuit of magic."Another rat from the south?" Veera frowned. There was
something about this insolent mage that unsettled her, and she could not quite put a
finger on it.The party-crasher laughed. "Sorry I missed the appetizer, but it looks
like I made it just in time for the main course.""Don't underestimate her, Dirak,"
warned D'Arcy."Underestimate? Never." High Speaker Dirak said. "Help those two kids
take care of that lady, then come back and help me take down this hag."Murad and Yena
were fighting Mina, while D'Arcy tied down Veera with his dimensional magic. But
Veera's guile and power were far beyond what D'Arcy imagined, and he might have fallen
to the wraiths if not for Dirak's timely intervention.Seeing that Murad and Yena were
holding their own against Mina, D'Arcy did not go over to them as Dirak had told him
to. Instead, he stood side by side with Dirak against Veera. He would never allow his
old friend to face the ancient demon alone, and he knew Dirak too well to be fooled by
the show of nonchalance that his friend put up.Even two against one, victory was far
from assured. Dirak did not intend to fight Veera - he intended to scare her away.And
it worked. After a short stand-off, Veera took Mina and left.The remaining four
breathed a sigh of relief, especially Murad. Though he did not show it, every time his
blade struck Mina's scythe it had felt like it struck his own flesh.Then a ray of
light appeared in the heavens, piercing the dark clouds at a dark shadow that had
appeared in the skies."What in the -" Murad began.D'Arcy sighed. "It's Volkath. He's
back."...On the ancient battlefield of Sunfall Valley, the Blood Knights ran into a
new host of cavalry coming from the south. They wore scarlet armor and carried the
banner of a flaming rose, and the captain who rode at their helm wore no helmet,
allowing her crimson hair to fly in the wind like her banner.Arthur's eyes did not
deceive him. He really did see a flaming rose.The Casanova Order of the Kingdom of
Norman had arrived, led by the Duke of Rose, the future queen of Norman - Astrid, heir
to the Red Dragon. The Wyrmblood breed that they rode were smaller than Shor horses,
but the blood of ancient dragons flowed in their veins, and they were fast and
fearless. The riders on them were also of dragon blood, and when they rode as one they
were like a great dragon, sweeping aside all opposition.Not even the Casanova knights
could stop the Blood Knights, but even as they gave way to the terrifying oncoming
charge, the Norman infantry advanced to close the gap. With less than a hundred yards
between themselves and the infantry, Nakroth had neither the room to regroup and
recharge, nor the room to break away and avoid being caught.Plus, the Norman infantry
brought something extra to the fight.Five arcane cannons lined up, commanded by mages
specializing in the five magical elements - wind, lightning, water, fire and earth.
The mages filled the Andura Stones at the rear of the guns with magical energy, and
magical circuits crafted by expert mages guided the elemental energies into the
barrels.Five shots of pure magical energy shattered the Blood Knights ranks, and
turned their red and black banner into cinder. The tactics championed by Thane, King
of Norman, proved their worth once more against the greatest cavalry commander of all
time, Nakroth.Astrid did not turn back to glance at the rear. She had no need to, for
she knew that those who do not change with the times were destined to be left behind,
in politics or in war. She rode forward, and saw a saber and a warhammer.The one who
wielded the saber turned traitor, luring one who was dear to her into an enemy trap,
for one who wielded the warhammer to deal the killing blow.Astrid felt her blood boil,
and she leaped off her horse, clasping Embertrail tightly with two hands."Arduin!
Taara! I come for you!"Then a ray of light appeared in the heavens, piercing the dark
clouds at a dark shadow that had appeared in the skies....In the sky, Tulen and
Maloch's battle were heading towards a conclusion.Tulen's robes were tattered, and
golden blood leaked from his right arm which hung limp at his side.Opposite him,
Maloch did not fare much better. Already nursing an injury, he was fighting without
regard for his own life and safety.
75318B77297D450A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
75515B05CC5B299A_## = "It may hurt a little while your body gets used to the power of
darkness. This is normal. Deal with it...eels get used to skinning, after all. A small
price to pay for ultimate power, isn't it? Hehehehe..."\nLying atop the altar, Nakroth
kept his eyes closed and ignored Mganga, who gleefully prepared the ritual, overjoyed
at the prospect of working with such a fine specimen.\nWhen Nakroth opened his eyes
again, he felt stronger than he ever had been, filled with a power he never imagined
before this day.\nIf only he had this power at his disposal that day...\n"Well, well,
well." Eerie laughter interrupted Nakroth's thoughts. Mganga had come around before
him with an expression of satisfaction mixed with envy. "I must say, you really were
an excellent specimen. It's not everyday that a body takes so well to the power of
darkness. But the proof of the pudding is in the eating, or so they say."\nMganga
pointed at the weapons rack on the wall, and from the darkness a burly figure emerged.
Short spears, dual wielded - Nakroth observed his opponent, contemplating how to deal
with him.\n\n"This little twig is the opponent Veera found for me?" Zephys sneered.
"So...human. The darkness has hardly set in. And Veera thinks he's supposed to give me
a fight?"\nNakroth furrowed his brow. This is a noisy one. He perused the weapons rack
and found what he wanted - two short swords, barely longer than daggers, but perfectly
balanced, useful in both attack and defense.\n"What's going on? Too scared to talk?
Tell you what, you go on your knees and beg me to spare you now, and you'll only be in
the injury ward for three days..."\nSo much talk. So much noise.\nNakroth turned, and
leaped.In an instant Nakroth traversed the distance of ten paces, his strength and
speed enhanced by Mganga's modifications. Zephys was caught completely off guard -
Nakroth had not even said a single word.\nStill, the attack was simple, nothing that
Zephys could not deal with. With a flick of his wrists Zephys blocked the incoming
shortsword with his left spear, counterattacking with his right spear to take
advantage of Nakroth's opening.Zephys realized his error almost instantly. He had
forgotten that Nakroth, too, was wielding two weapons. And even as Zephys' right spear
thrust forward, the other shortsword came forward from underneath. From the sidelines
Mganga saw clearly how Nakroth had used his body to conceal the second shortsword,
using the rebound from Zephys' block to spin around and exploit Zephys' attempted
counterattack.Zephys stomped with his forward foot and leaped, avoiding the full brunt
of Nakroth's attack. Even so, the shortsword hit him hard in the abdomen, and only his
thick armor helped him avoid evisceration. As it was, he still felt the force of the
impact, no less painful than being hit with a hammer in the stomach.\nHaving landed
the first blow, Nakroth did not relent, and his two shortswords followed Zephys
without even allowing him to land."Bastard!" In mid-air Zephys spun, and suddenly
Nakroth faced a wall of spear points. Surprised by the speed of his foe's response,
Nakroth barely managed to stop his momentum, but in doing so unavoidably lost his
balance.\nNow the balance had shifted. Zephys landed on his feet and unleashed a
flurry of attacks, even more furious than just now.\nAll this occurred in the space
of a few seconds.At this point Zephys was long past underestimating Nakroth,
recognizing this was a foe that demanded his full respect.\nZephys' spears hit hard
and fast, but Nakroth's shortswords were swift and agile, parrying every thrust that
came his way, seemingly unbothered by the lack of reach. The incredible flexibility
and creativity of his movements were apparent even to Mganga, whose knowledge of
martial art were quite limited - he anticipated Zephys's every move, yet was never so
committed that he could not change his plans on a dime, reacting to whatever Zephys
did. It was a chess game in which Nakroth was always one step ahead, seeing with
incredible clarity what Zephys would do next.Mganga would applaud, though he knew
Zephys would bear a grudge if he did. Not that Zephys was in any position to think
about grudges right now, for Nakroth's shortsword had come again from below, sending
him flying again.\nA red aura surrounded the silver blade, and Nakroth moved in for
the kill like a predator who smelled blood. This time he would not be denied.But
Zephys was not a lord of Lokheim for nothing. If Nakroth would bring battle to him, he
had an answer too. And mid-air was exactly where he wanted to be. He focused his power
into his spear points and prepared to meet Nakroth's attack with the decisive strike -
\n\nAnd then the duel was brought to an abrupt halt, by the massive crimson figure
that landed between the two. Zephys and Nakroth would be giants among men, but the
newcomer dwarfed them both.\n"Good. You passed." Maloch's deep, rumbling voice made
the arena tremble, and he looked down at Nakroth, who sat stunned upon the ground.
"From now on, you fight for me."
75866DB18A5B46CA_## = 20 May
75D2BC9B0BA88E46_## = Sometimes hopes for death from the "other" Errol.
75DE313234C9FCD2_## = Unknown
75E115995FE27938_## = In his long exile Eland'orr briefly joined the forces of the
forest against the Lokheim threat. There he met Krixi, and the two of them became good
friends.
75E3DABEFEF20EAB_## = "Water, the source of all life."\n\nLike a blue ribbon, the
Losarth River gentry wraps around Carano, giving life to this border city. In the
middle of the river stands a great statue of the legendary mage Sephera, founder of
the Magister Council, Archmagister of the Academy, and the one who single-handedly
created the Miracle of Losarth.\n\nSephera's first taste of magic came from her
family's mage retainer.\n\nMany nobles kept a mage retainer, whom they sponsored and
supported in exchange for the protection of the family and its lands. Not only is the
mage responsible for dealing with any issues having to do with the arcane or
unnatural: the strength of a family's mage retainer also reflects the power and
prestige of the family itself.\n\nChildren who show a talent for magic are often sent
to study with mages, perhaps even taking on their master's mantle once they complete
their studies, becoming their family's new guardian. Among these already talented
individuals, Sephera stood out.\n\nFrom a very young age she had an innate grasp of
the arcane, soon surpassing her mentor. She was also a devout follower of the Temple,
often taking part in the Temple's religious and charitable activities, and would have
joined the Temple, were it not for her duty to her own family.\n\nThe uninitiated may
find Sephera's dual roles as an apprentice mage and a devout believer to be in
conflict, but as told by the Scunthor, the First Mage, the first magic came from the
gods and was taught to humans by the demi-gods in the Primal Era, thus becoming the
mortal expression of the immortal divine, which humans have been permitted to wield.
\n\nAnd so the Temple welcomed Sephera with open arms. Having suffered greatly during
the First Invasion, the Temple was eager to attract believers, especially one as
powerful as Sephera. Yet the renaissance of the Temple inevitably came into conflict
with the interests of the noble class, as well as the mages who served them. Sephera
was caught between the two, mage's staff in one hand, the Temple's teaching in the
other.\n\nThis delicate balance was broken by the War of Purification. Far too many
mages had been allowed to conduct inhumane experiments in dark magic for far too long
in the name of knowledge. Their exposure by the Temple turned public opinion against
dark magic. Already a well-known mage, Sephera joined the war with illustrious allies
such as Dirak and Dolsey, leading the vanguard in the crusade against dark
magic.\n\nAs the war raged on, however, more and more factions were caught in the
fray. With many of the old nobles mired in the war due to their connection with dark
mages, younger houses emerged and tried to take advantage, escalating the war for
their own ends. At the frontlines, Sephera felt matters spinning out of control and
tried to be a voice of reason, but before she could come up with a plan, she found her
comrade Dolsey caught in the middle of the conflict.\n\nTo help Dolsey and other
innocent mages, and to bring the movement back in line with its original aim, Sephera
leveraged her family's influence and tried to seek help from the Temple. But too many
within the Temple had too much at stake in this war â€“ aligned with the new houses,
they had too much to gain from the fall of the old nobles and the mages. They could
not stop now.\n\n"Why does the light I believe in relegate me to the shadows?" In the
face of the Temple's indifference, Sephera asked herself. She began to understand why
Dirak and Dolsey were so wary of her faith, despite being of one mind with her on so
many other things.\n\nBut Sephera is a mage. When justice is absent, she turns to
magic. With Dirak and her other comrades, Sephera saved the lives of many innocent
mages. A movement that began as an opposition to dark magic now found itself in
conflict with the new houses as well.\n\nEventually, Sephera and her allies had to
flee to the border regions, where the power of the nobles could not touch them. Many
mages joined them, either out of a sense of duty or just pure necessity. This was what
became the Magister Council, founded at Carano.\n\nThe Council transformed the
backwater town of Carano, building great towers that scrape the sky, calling to all
the mages who previously had to fight their own battles to join forces and defend
their way of life. And for hundreds of years since, its founder and leader Sephera has
defended this new city, just as the river she created does.\n"Those blessed with great
power are obliged to protect those without it."
75EEA96FB59753DA_## = Helios
762BF29CB7BBFA65_## = One of the oldest members of Veda, Ilumia received her
instruction directly from Archmage Edras.\nA fervent believer in the Pact of Light,
she swore vendetta upon the dark forces of Lokheim. Unlike her master, however, Ilumia
is a consummate politician, and over the years she has completely stamped out any
dissent among the Veda hierarchy. Meanwhile, recognizing the potential of the human
race, she allowed them to develop in relative freedom, lording over them as spiritual
leader, rather than controlling tyrant.\nThese measures have served to strengthen her
hold over Veda, and convinced Afata and the human nations to stand alongside Veda
against Lokheim.\nTo maintain the world of order after the gods retreated from the
world, Ilumia took up the mantle of a god, styling herself as the Goddess of Light,
the one true god of the world, and her rule is law.\n\nToday, Ilumia lives secluded in
her sanctuary at the peak of Mt. Orphean, rarely deigning to see visitors. Whether she
is seeking a miracle, trying to reestablish contact with the old gods, or looking for
a way to truly ascend to divinity, no one knows.
76382A4AFAD81C33_## = Academy founded by the Magister's Council for the purpose of
training a new generation of mages.
76427CB28E904E30_## = Magic has its own mind and soul.
76CD404878AE73C9_## = Angered by Veera's mock flirting.
76DAA12978CEAA08_## = The Demon Hunter
76DD70FC04BE5B5B_## = Death's Embrace
770139878D97CE3D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
770B8574B3C2B4BD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
77147A210CB826C7_## = Inferno Whisper
772B86E4642D9CE9_## = Strongly dislikes physical contact, especially with men.
773C7A98293246B1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
774644B7E4B697A0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
776E39145865E279_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
77A3B917BCEB3491_## = He would not wait for support from the Council or the Kingdom of
Norman, but would immediately head north following in its trail, while leaving his
magic mark for the other mages to trace.Beneath Sephera's calm exterior she was
anxious and uneasy. D'Arcy's letter spoke of a power beyond mortal imagination, one
who was perhaps a match for Ilumia herself. It was every mage's dream to challenge the
gods with the power of magic, and among them D'Arcy was undoubtedly the most likely to
succeed, but it was too early.In the faint light of the magic lamp, Sephera touched
her temples with her fingers, trying to ease her worries in vain. Of the two people
who were most important to her, one was headed to battle, and the other may already be
in it."Please, Dirak...bring D'Arcy back."The Elborne Woods, near the heart of the
World Tree."When the darkness covers the sky,\nwhen the Abyss engulfs the earth;\nShe
will answer the call of the World Tree,\nshe will wake from her slumber."Carrying her
bow crafted from a branch of the World Tree, Tel'Annas stood on the back of her great
eagle, as her people sang their song of praise to her. The winds of Mt. Orphean had
brought world from Veda, and the recently-awakened queen of the elves heard of the
return of her ancient foe, the old wound of darkness on her left hand still not
faded.Personally, she had no liking for Ilumia and her pompous, pretentious ways. But
she also knew that Ilumia was not one to jest, and whether it was out of a sense of
duty or just out of the need to settle an ancient grudge, she could not ignore the
news of Volkath's return. And so she answered Ilumia's call, knowing full well that
Veda's self-styled 'Goddess' had ulterior motives.The forests were restless. The elves
sang as their queen went to war, and every bird and beast in the forest stopped their
frolicking to watch her pass from the branches, among the trees and in the
rivers.There was no time to muster the elven armies. Tel'Annas' retinue consisted of
herself, her truty eagle mount, and her loyal guard Zill. Zill and his thirty-foot
wide wings would take her to the site of the ancient battle before night fell, while
Zill would ensure that the journey was without interruption.The whispers of the World
Tree told her that Y'bneth and Baldum had already left with the Verno vanguard,
heading towards Sunfall Valley valley. They may sound the horn of war before her.For
her part, Tel'Annas was not concerned about starting the war. She only needed to be
the one to end it."I killed you once, Volkath. I can kill you again."
77B5DD81E617603F_## = The setting sun paints the desert with a crimson shade.
77B66CD924803E36_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
77D42403D440766C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
77DB2557D128F7CA_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
77DC33109EE090AC_## = Chapter 15
77EB437484336E4C_## = Secretly mixes blood in his paint. Some of his paintings have
made it to Florentino's bedroom.
77F6ED5755C8CC8F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete a
kill</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero.
78456D6C5BF9B495_## = Legendary mage, defender of the Great Wall
78834F86D6054E9D_## = One of the legions of Lokheim, consisting primarily of the
Corrupted under Veera's command.
78CA63E3E2772525_## = Moren
78CAD06F2151D1CC_## = No one knows where Richter came from, for he was found feral in
the forest, and his earliest memories are of the wilderness. The Demon Hunters that
found him were impressed by his heightened senses and adaptability, and brought him
back to be subject to the transformative process of black magic, signature of their
order.\nShowing great affinity for black magic, Richter soon rose in the ranks of the
first-generation Demon Hunters, ushering in a golden era for the order. But as the
crusade against black magic began, the Demon Hunters' operations were suspended and
Richter was removed from his position in the army.\nOnce things quieted down, the
Demon Hunters were assigned to the Great Wall in the south, and Richter followed. It
was there that he was ordered to arrest Errol for murder, and he chased Errol to a
sheer cliff in the Norman Forest, where he saw Errol fell from the precipice to a drop
that the young man could not possibly survive.\nRichter is now a free mercenary,
though he maintains close ties with his contacts in the army, and has been called on
to help defend the Great Wall more than once.
78CFE51EC0FE7707_## = Influence of dimensional magic
78FEA170744D61E4_## = Yorn Biography
78FF99A97CBB3F1B_## = Holff
790DD1B1BC24A08A_## = Errol was a murderer.\n\nAt least, that was what all the
evidence pointed to. And he went missing the night the victim died a sudden
death.\n\nKilling a comrade and going on the run. How could a young man so meek and
gentle have committed a deed so foul?\n\nEven if he was a Demon Hunter?\n\nSeveral
years ago, Errol and his brother Kent passed the Arcane Ordeals â€“ Kent for the
promised reward which would enable Errol to lead a better life, and Errol for the
chance to remain with his brother, who was everything in the life of this timid child.
And so he endured with surprising determination until the Ordeals came to an end.
"This child's soul is far stronger than his body," wrote the mage overseeing the
ritual.\n\nAnd then Kent died, in front of Errol's very own eyes. When the Abyss
monster's claws swiped at Errol, the older brother did his duty and put himself in the
monster's way. Kent's magically-enhanced body was far tougher than the average man,
but it was not invulnerable. With his own eyes Errol witnessed the vile claw tear his
brother to shreds.\n\nAlways an introverted child, Errol became more isolated than
ever after his brother's death. The brothers' comrades picked up Kent's responsibility
and took good care of Errol, and General Edmond of the Southern Legion treated him
like his own son. Despite the counsel of those around him, however, Edmond could never
let it go. He could not help but feel that he was responsible for Kent's death.\nThis
was more than survivor's guilt â€“ it was an instinct that came from his very soul.
Every night when it was quiet and he was alone, he would hear a voice in his head,
saying,\n\n"Go! Leave this place, or you will be the death of all of them, and
yourself as wellâ€¦"\n\nTried as Errol did to hide his head in his blanket and ignore
the voice, all it did was make the voice louder and clearer. Errol soon realized that
the voice was a familiar one â€“ more than familiar, in fact, for it was his own.
\n\nErrol kept the secret to himself. The only person that he truly trusted had left
this world. And one day Errol himself would as well, passing into the world beyond
where he would see his brother again. If anything, he was eager for that day to come
quickly.\n\nAnd so Errol stopped hiding from the world and stopped crying. In battle,
the shy and timid boy was nowhere to be found; Errol began to fight with a passion and
fury that bordered on madness, soon earning him the moniker "Errol the Crazy".\n\nIn
his manic fury, Errol showed little regard for rules or safety, often putting not just
himself but his comrades in danger as well. And so Errol's mentor Edmond acted before
Errol destroyed himself, putting him in solitary confinement in the hope that the time
off would allow him to clear his mind and come to his senses.\nEdmond could not have
known the torture this was to Errol. The voice tormented Errol in his confinement
night and day. Indeed, one of the reasons Errol fought so hard was simply so that he
could go to bed so tired that he would immediately fall asleep.\n\nErrol did not blame
Edmond. He knew Edmond did this to protect him and his comrades, and he was not blind
to the kindness that the general had shown him since Kent's death. It was one of the
few things that Errol had left to hold on to â€“ until he was released from
confinement and received the crushing news that Edmond had passed away due to illness
from overwork.\n\nErrol went out of the camp to cry, only to be met with several
soldiers that did not know him on his way back. The soldiers laughed at and ridiculed
the scrawny kid with swollen eyes and tear marks on his cheeks all the way back, until
they saw him walk into the Demon Hunters' camp. No one in the Southern Legion was
stupid enough to pick a fight with the Demon Hunters.\n\nFor his part, Errol did not
respond to the soldiers' words. He bowed his head and wallowed in his own sorrow.
During his confinement he had resolved to tell the old general everything and bring
closure to this plight. Now he had only the voice in his head to talk to when night
fell.\n\n"YOU killed him. And you will kill even more."\n\n"Why? Why did this happen?
Am I cursed?" Errol pressed his trembling hands against his face.\n\n"We carry
somethingâ€¦something darker than darkness, more terrifying than terror. As long as it
exists, it will continue to consume all life around us."\n\n"Wait, did you just
sayâ€¦we? Who on earth are you?"\n\n"Me? I'm you, and you're me!" The voice broke into
a manic laughter.\n\n"How do I break this curse? Tell me!"\n\n"Easy. They'll live if
you die."\n\nErrol felt himself dozing off and suddenly found his right hand around
his own neck in an iron grip. "Whatâ€¦what are youâ€¦" he lost consciousness before he
could form the question. At that instant, his eyes opened wide, and they were crimson,
savage.\n\nOne Errol fell asleep. Another Errol awoke.\nThat night, the soldiers that
had laughed at Errol were found dead in their tents, with wounds that could only have
been the work of a Dark Mage or Demon Hunter. The Demon Hunters had no choice but to
send a force led by Richter to pursue and capture Errol to face trial for his
crimes.\n\nThe pursuers returned with the report that Errol resisted arrest and fell
off a cliff in the fierce battle that followed. From the height of the cliff, there
was virtually no chance that Errol could have survived. What they did not reveal were
the changes that had occurred with Errol in both body and mind. The Demon Hunters
would rather give their lives for the cause than to wait for the summons of death in a
sunless prison cell.\n\nAs the war in the south raged on, this little incident was
quickly forgotten. The name Errol would not resurface in Athanor until centuries
later, when the Ghostwalker Hayate found an unconscious and badly-injured young man in
a valley. The first words Errol spoke when he awoke were,\n\n"I am I!\n\nI am still
I!"
795805FD35F80782_## = Let's be friends!
7967F5CE903C1C7E_## = One of the two great rivers of north Athanor, the Elda River is
formed from the snow waters of Mt. Orphean.
7979C6E9807A1B12_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
7998E19A71276470_## = Fear no darkness, for I shall light your path.
7999E75657F7DA79_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
79AF9280DE2DE28F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
79D68C81FA273D5C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
79E98ABE58300572_## = After his brother's death, Errol began to hear strange voices at
night when he was alone. Little did he know that the voice belonged to Volkath, Lord
of Darkness, and in time his soul began to bond with Volkath, creating a separate
personality.
79F698A03659E8E6_## = Preyta
7A3C228481708797_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7A518CDDAFFEA318_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7AA66C8974EBA0E7_## = Dagon Forest
7AB870C74C3C3A5E_## = Kriknak Biography
7AC26067BE728BB6_## = Employees of the Federation government.
7AE38192320B5AA7_## = After bidding farewell to her verdant homeland where she had
slumbered for a millennium, the newly awakened Elven Queen Tel'Annas shone like the
morning star.\n\nAs one of the valiant warriors who resisted the first invasion by the
dark forces, the legend of Tel'Annas and her unrivaled archery skills became the
subject of numerous songs and poems throughout the centuries. Renowned for her
remarkable deeds in the decisive final battle against the invading horde, it was
Tel'Annas who shot the lone arrow that mortally wounded the Lord of Darkness, securing
the survival of all living things that had lost the protection of the Gods in this
terrifying episode in history.\n\nHowever, Tel'Annas paid the ultimate price when her
body and mind were corrupted by the dark power unleashed by the Lord of Darkness in
his final moment. She was forced to seal herself and fall into a deep sleep that would
last a thousand years, until all of the dark power within her was neutralized. For the
entire duration of her slumber, Maloch, the successor of the Lord of Darkness, tried
to break the seal and take the dark power inside Tel'Annas, but the seal was far
stronger than he imagined.\n\nSeeing his opportunity during the second invasion by the
dark forces, Maloch ordered a massacre of the Afata, forcing Tel'Annas to break the
seal and return to the battlefield. Her striking face bore not a trace of the thousand
years that had passed, and her mastery over her formidable power showed that she was
fully capable of manipulating the explosive dark power that coursed through her.
Confronting the army of demons, spirits and corrupted souls, Tel'Annas once again drew
her bow to defend the life and dignity of all living things.\n\n"The radiance of the
morning star will forever protect this land."
7AF1C4E218171968_## = Federation of the Free
7AFD5D70814E9F93_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7B1325061767BF05_## = Infiltration
7B289153D4F3E663_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7B2911231400F92E_## = The Anointed One
7B50A90148F5FF08_## = Lokheim
7B7E56E38E979649_## = Is particularly protective of the simple-minded Maloch.
7B86693C38422063_## = Roxie and Agnie were a happy-go-lucky pair of adventure
seekers.\n\nRoxie came from a long line of historically-renowned explorersâ€”some of
them were, in fact, the ones who dug up the mineral veins that brought riches and
prosperity to Mildar. The happy (and definitely a bit insane) family would have been
able to just settle down and enjoy a peaceful life of affluence, yet the desire for
adventure that ran in their veins would not allow them to do so. Instead, they paid
their most trusted friends a generous amount, enough to raise a newborn all the way to
adulthood, and entrusted them their offspring so that they could continue seeking out
grand new worlds without needing to lug around a whining child.\n\nThat was how
Roxie's grandfather grew up. It was how her father grew up. Roxie herself, too, was no
different. The only childhood memories she had of her parents were letters that came
every few monthsâ€”as long as the intrepid couple hadn't managed to trap themselves in
some mysterious crypt or gotten too immersed in exotic locations to remember to write
to their only child.\n\nRoxie envied the lifestyle of her parents to no end. She
remembered little about either of them, but their letters spoke of happiness and
romance, and Roxie, being young and full of imagination, was completely sold. "The day
will come when I set off on an adventure of my own and meet my Prince Charming," she
would always say. Her days were well-spent in detailed daydreams of her future
travels, where she would journey to the end of the world and unearth exciting relics
and mystic treasures alongside some dashing gentleman.\n\nUnfortunately, Roxie did not
find her Prince Charmingâ€”life throws curveballs like that. Instead, she found her
travel companion in a mischievous and infinitely annoying fire spirit named
Agnie.\n\nA gift from Roxie's parents to celebrate her coming of age, Agnie was
energetic and loved pranks of all kinds. With it came a treasure map Roxie's parents
had lovingly drafted, marking countless explored and unexplored treasure locations. On
the birthday card were the words: "Go on, search for everything you could ever want.
We look forward to meeting you somewhere along the way! Love, Mom and Dad".\n\nThis
was clearly her cue to set off on her first adventure! Roxie could hardly wait. She
had her backpack and her mining pick. She was ready for Roxie's Grand
Adventure.\n\n"What about me? You should call it 'Agnie and Roxie's Grand Adventure',"
the fire spirit complained, poking its head out of the backpack.\n\n"Who cares about
you? I don't even need you."\n\n"Bet you won't be able to even read the map without
me, dummy!"\n\nRoxie couldn't really argue with that. Agnie was right, for Roxie,
despite her aspirations to become the greatest explorer to have ever been born, was
hopeless with directions. She could barely tell which side of the map was up. That was
the true reason her parents had gifted Agnie to herâ€”she would probably spend days
walking in circles otherwise.\n\nAfter bidding farewell to the kind, old man Moren,
the optimistic Max and the well-meaning, little spitfire Wisp, Roxie was finally on
her way. Agnie was a pain in the neck, but at least it was good company.\n\n"But
where, oh where is my Prince Charming?"
7B88B06AD8EF1857_## = 8 Apr
7B8F7F262EC7922C_## = Maloch
7BA4670D881E5E7F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7BC49555DC10B66B_## = 168cm
7BF7DC1F96B49EFF_## = Grakk Biography
7C01E711E82E6343_## = Violet
7C2E6099BE845F6D_## = "A true warrior defends the weak and punishes the evil."\n\nZuka
was born in a beautiful and prosperous village. It was a hive of activity during the
day, but quiet and tranquil during the night. It was a place where people were
sheltered from the hardship and misery of the world. However, the one thing the
inhabitants of this serene place valued above all else was martial arts. Despite being
a young cub, Zuka had to study all manner of combat styles and ascend through the
grades by passing the examinations set by his teacher. \n\nThe young Zuka could not
understand why he needed to do this. After all, why should he spend so much time and
effort learning martial arts that he would never need to use? Surely it would be
better to help work the fields or engage in scholarly pursuits? In response to Zuka's
question, the teacher responded, "It is not enough to simply wish for peace, one must
have the ability to defend peace!"\n\nThose words left a deep impression on him. When
the fallen souls that emerged from the Demon Abyss spread plague and chaos across the
land, the once peaceful village was mercilessly engulfed in the flames of war. In an
effort to flee, the young Zuka embarked on a long journey with his family, crossing
treacherous mountains as they made their way to the legendary Forest of
Shadows.\n\nZuka had heard about the Forest of Shadows in the stories told by the
older villagers. Not only was it home to the legendary Elven Queen, Tel'Annas, but
there were also countless elemental and orc warriors. They were the Queen's valiant
army, charged with defending the land from evil.\n\nDuring the journey, Zuka witnessed
all manner of depraved acts perpetrated by the fallen souls. The martial arts that he
had practiced for so many years finally had a use. Wearing armor symbolizing his
coming of age, and wielding a staff he made with his own two hands, he fought
countless battles against evil and saved those who had suffered at their
hands.\n\nTales of Zuka's heroic exploits spread far and wide. From the noble and
proud Temple of Light, to the Castle of Inception, which has long been suspicious of
animal races, all factions publicly commended Zuka's heroism. Even Queen Tel'Annas
herself prepared a lavish welcome ceremony in his honor. Then, at the invitation of
Earth Elemental Lumburr, Zuka formally joined the resistance army, becoming a warrior
with a duty to eradicate evil and protect peace.\n\nNo matter where Zuka may be, he is
an undisputed symbol of peace!
7C3FD4711696505E_## = Klaus could no longer feel his goddess' connection in prayer.As
for Tulen, he had only one answer for Klaus: Fight!Tulen was proud and haughty, but
Klaus found his presence to be reassuring. There was no questioning his commitment,
nor was he the rogue that Klaus had feared, and was on the whole agreeable with the
army's plans.Tulen may be eager to fight, but war was a more complex matter than
simply throwing your hat into the ring."Are we not able to advance?" Klaus asked
Arthur at the war meeting."We might have a chance if we have three, no, five times our
current forces," answered Arthur.D'Arcy nodded quietly. He was no soldier, but he had
seen his share of battles, and he knew Arthur's answer was not pessimism, simply a
realistic assessment of the situation. If anything, to challenge the massive demon
host, led by the three greatest demon lords, with 'just' five times their current
forces, would under most circumstances be considered foolhardy in the extreme."But our
goal isn't to win the battle, is it?" Murad spoke, and every eye in the room turned to
him. "Isn't our goal to stop them from completing their ritual? We don't need to win
this battle, do we?""How are we going to stop them without defeating the defenders?"
Klaus asked."No, he's right," said Arthur. "We don't need to win the battle. Focus all
our voices on one point, and cut a path through for an elite team to stop the
ritual."Yena frowned. "How many will die?""Even more will die, if we do not stop
Volkath." D'Arcy's voice was calm, matter-of-fact.Klaus quickly intervened before an
argument could break out. "That's the best plan we have, given the circumstances. Rest
assured that no faithful of the Holy Light will hesitate to give their lives for such
a cause."Yena remained silent and did not speak. Klaus then turned to Arthur. "I leave
the troop preparations to you, my lord. I shall speak with Lord Tulen about stopping
the ritual.""If Lord Tulen has reservations, I am happy to take on this task," said
D'Arcy. Klaus looked taken aback for an instant, but then he smiled and answered,
"Thank you, but I do not believe that will be necessary."D'Arcy said no more. He was
not particularly fond of the Archon, who was at this moment floating in the skies
above the tent.At dawn, eight hundred elite Templar Knights were assembled and
ready."We've come this far. We need do all that we can." This was D'Arcy's proposal to
Arthur last night, after Klaus had left. The plan was for the four of them and a
contingent of Templars to launch a series of probing attacks at the Lokheim front,
before the main attack."It's about to start." Enzo could hardly hold back his
excitement."Wait!" Klaus rode towards the knights to stop them, for there was new
development. At the same moment as the Templars were prepared to make their attack,
the forces of Verno Forest, led by Baldum and Y'bneth, had arrived in the south, and
were already repared to engage the Lokheim forces.In light of this, Arthur ordered
the rest of the Templar and Silverwing cavalry to mount their horses, forming a mobile
force that could quickly reach their allies in the southwest and join up with them.
The Templars were not afraid to die, but there was no need to send good soldiers to
die when they could be put to better use.The knights were not in communication with
the Verno forces, and did not know their size or composition. But they were almost
certainly greatly outnumbered by the Lokheim legion, and Arthur could not allow their
allies to be slaughtered meaninglessly. By bringing his best knights to bear, he hoped
to punch a hole through the Lokheim forces between them, meeting up as quickly as
possible with minimal casualties.The remaining infantry now looked to D'Arcy for
leadership. Though he was no soldier, D'Arcy had seen far more battles than most of
them in his time protecting the Great Wall, and before their eyes he walked out of
camp as casually as one might go for a walk on a pleasant afternoon.Arthur needed a
distraction. D'Arcy would give him one, and show that Archon high up in the air what
humans were capable of. He raised his hand, and a tide of Dimensional Magic rushed
towards the Lokheim lines.Enzo looked on in wonder at the legendary mage's powers.
Seeing no objection from Klaus, he joined in the charge, but not before he glanced at
Tulen high up in the air who remained in his position unmoving. It seemed the enemy in
front of them was simply not enough to pique his interest.Not for long, though.A
crimson light split the sky, heading straight for Tulen. Though his injuries were not
fully healed, Maloch was still Lokheim's most powerful being in Volkath's
absence.Deafening thunder accompanied a great bolt of lightning, cancelling out
Maloch's attack. Dark clouds filled the sky, blocking out the sun, and then Tulen
emerged from it. He had found a foe worthy of his attention.
7C52029099A8F4D2_## = Advance
7C59C4225A74B250_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7C8C2A7AA1760372_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
7C910C688CA3C6F2_## = Traditionalist, disapproves of Airi's short skirt.
7C9F355253440D87_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
7CA55863E41BB032_## = Yena
7CA7C050AD30A8F2_## = "Technology will advance humanity!"\n\nAs stated by Max the
Wunderkind in his autobiography, the "genius" inventor owed his accomplishments to his
master, Moren the Technowiz. Old Moren may be contentious and rude, but he spared no
expense when it came to Max's education.\n\nMax lived a rough life. His father died in
war before he was born and his mother worked herself to death trying to raise her son
alone. With no money to his name and no life skills to speak of, Max was left
wandering the streets. He spent his time huddled near the home of humanity's largest
producer of waste, Moren.\n\nMeanwhile, Moren was still mired in the shadows in Skud's
wake. His productivity and quality was taking a hard hit as he tossed out priceless
machinery like trash. This trash became a source of income for Max, and he, in turn,
was inspired to become an inventor.\n\nMax's "riches" provoked the ire of the other
vagrants. They banded together to chase the young orphan off their streets. Knowing he
was outnumbered, Max wisely opted to retreat, at least until he built himself a
mechanical weapon from the scrap parts he had collected, and returned to teach those
bullies a lesson.\n\nAwakened by the noise, Moren was impressed by what he witnessed.
The weapon Max held was rough around the edges but it held a certain sleekness to it.
He invited Max into his home and questioned him about it. Upon discovering that Max
had built it himself, Moren immediately offered to take the young genius under his
wing. Max saw no reason to say no to the generous offer.\n\nUnder Moren's tutelage,
Max learned the intricacies of building machines. He built vehicles and even
transformed the realm's feeblest soldiers into ruthless fighting machines equal to any
other warrior in the field. With his inventions, Max became the youngest human in the
realm to be knighted. Since then, he has driven his vehicles into countless wars and
cemented his place in history.\n\n"You'll be sorry you ever underestimated me."
7D55AEC671C3A32E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7D634D68D28B9AD0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7D6464E14B28F68F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7D757DDB2694372B_## = The Joker Biography
7D8A41FDC074AE61_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7D99927C18D0A706_## = Time may ease the pain, but some wounds never truly heal.
7DB8AA5AB71EC99D_## = 1 Dec
7DC7D2E16D5DA74D_## = Dark Lord Reborn
7E057E5958D7DFC8_## = Qi
7E690485F8263AA9_## = The protection of the mages has kept these seas under Norman
control. With the advent of new and powerful mutant sea creatures, however, Coral Sea
faces a threat that is greater than it had ever seen.
7E7A97FD0E078C90_## = Kahlii
7EB61CA3E8E6BF65_## = Airi
7F064334DA1E6BB1_## = Southern Sea
7F0AF45EB458750E_## = "Donâ€™t dwell on the past. Instead, focus on the
future."\nRyomaâ€™s father's last words became his motto. As the heir of a samurai,
Ryoma not only trained hard, he also studied military strategy. In a training camp
where strength was valued above all else, he stood out among his peers. The other
children were in the same predicament as Ryoma, their fathers killed in battle, they
must pick up the mantle and continue to earn glory for their families.\nRyoma was
timid when he was young. This, combined with his peculiar hobby of studying military
tactics, made him an easy target for bullies. But Kondo always stood up for him. Kondo
had studied under Ryomaâ€™s father and wanted to repay the kindness that this family
had shown him. With Kondo as his guide, Ryoma became a samurai like his father.\nTheir
friendship did not last forever though, as orders from the military sent them their
separate ways. The courageous Kondo was chosen to become the personal guard of the
kingdomâ€™s heir apparent, while one of the younger princes chose Ryoma for his
cunning. Once close friends, the fiercely loyal duo were now rivals serving their
princes. Ryoma would never have guessed that this would eventually turn them into
enemies.\nAfter some time, the aging king passed away while dealing with enemies
outside of the kingdom. The princes, both well-trained in the ways of the court,
quickly turned on one another. Ryoma, now the chief military strategist for the
younger prince, swiftly led the princeâ€™s army to several decisive victories. The
elder prince, running out of options, concocted a dangerous plan to send Kondoâ€™s
death squad to assassinate the younger prince. \nThe plan appeared to be successful as
the squad managed to reach their final destination without running into any
resistance. Ryoma had anticipated this move from the elder prince, but was surprised
to run into Kondo and drew a blank. Kondo and his squad took advantage of the
momentary lapse and sliced through Ryomaâ€™s defenses effortlessly.\nBy the time Ryoma
regained his focus, he could hear the young princeâ€™s screams as his fatherâ€™s words
reverberated in his mind. There was no need to hold onto the past, and at that moment,
he decided to give everything.\nSword in hand, Ryoma sliced through every single
soldier that dared come near the prince. It was Kondoâ€™s turn to be surprised, but he
had no choice but to press on. Kondoâ€™s attacks became more frantic and deadly as he
taunted Ryoma. The duel ended when both launched one final attack. Ryoma buried his
sword into Kondoâ€™s chest, but Kondoâ€™s blade had stopped at the last second, inches
from Ryomaâ€™s throat.\n"Why?" Ryoma was confused. "I was always an orphan," said
Kondo, "I never had anyone other than you and my teacher. Heâ€™d be proud of yâ€¦"
Before Kondo could finish his sentence, Ryoma burst into tears.\nAfter burying Kondo,
Ryoma snapped his blade in half and buried it with Kondo. He vowed to never again use
his right hand, the hand that killed Kondo. He picked up Kondoâ€™s blade and walked
away.\n "Glory and honor? The samurai code? Thatâ€™s none of my business. From here
on, Ryoma and Kondo are one, and we will start a new life."
7F2A281D29334B43_## = Or too touchy.
7F6F2F0DFC6AF2E9_## = Strawberry Menace
7F7BAC955CBA0770_## = Nightmare Fort
7FA2F37B4E9FE65E_## = The Executioner's Blade
7FA3478859A7ADBC_## = Tel'Annas
7FC9F155455983F6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
7FDE03127BFC75C6_## = Night Raid
7FF7E84175E4F094_## = Helios
802FDDA9CC1CB189_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
80A989B1E5B4E0E3_## = Nemesis in Sand
80C971DF0A48AA15_## = The wind brings new journeys, new discoveries, new
adventures.\nAcross mountains, rivers, rocks, hills and plains we shall go,\nA journey
without end, but not without meaning.
80D3F525FBA4975F_## = Ice Wastes
80D891111DF12F8C_## = Payna
80F61BDE2F12F524_## = Butterfly was hired by the Duke of Rose to be Astrid's
bodyguard. She grew to admire Astrid's sense of honor and justice, and the two of them
forged a true friendship.
80F8DB4143548558_## = Unrest
80FE196683EF2A8C_## = Soul's Light
81025B810CC12FAF_## = Veda's War of Purification
81077FD9D6E130DC_## = D'Arcy
81131427C4FC88BE_## = Quillen
811960B93E7BE987_## = Mist Island is Veda's most important naval stronghold, protected
by the order of ninjas, who have inherited the blood of the Elder Dragon.
8146F4E876671818_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
81479E79DE8C1C36_## = Jinnar
8179C03DD2411372_## = Astrid
81814C1917228713_## = Wonder Woman
818CC17626B6ED26_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
819726E203F7288D_## = Afata
81ADF6E4F5F91427_## = Child of the forest, born of the World Tree.\nTogether we shall
protect our home, drive out all enemies,\nand sing the praise of the Morning Star.
81DCE7461E90DB2C_## = Needs 14 hours of sleep a day.
81E16DEC5F780D05_## = Volkath and Maloch
81EFC35128490CE1_## = All life yearns for freedom.\nEmbrace your deepest
desires,\nforsake the false light,\nand join me in the freedom of darkness.
81F0348890CCD9B8_## = In Dreams
81F7A4DA04B2713B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
821087A06F895B66_## = It's time to go home.
8238053D2D9B8B62_## = Raz was an important figure in Thane's eternal struggle against
the Fallen. The magnificent king embedded Raz deep in the darkness to be his eyes and
ears.\n\nRaz possessed superhuman speed and agility, most importantly his blinding
fists struck fast and true. In his long mission, Raz won the trust of Preyta. Earning
his favor, Raz was made head of a small strike team in Preyta's army. Using his
authority and guile, Raz was always able to stay two steps ahead of the Fallen,
leveraging sabotage and subterfuge to impede the dark army.\n\nHowever, Preyta was no
fool. He could smell a rat. He laid careful machinations to catch the traitor in his
midst, even Raz was blissfully unaware until it was too late. While pursuing a false
lead, he fell into Preyta's trap. He was immediately surrounded by an ocean of
corrupted souls.\n\nUttering foul curses, Preyta and his ilk closed in around Raz. He
could sense that the end was near, but he could not just lay down and accept this kind
of fate. Using his last bit of strength Raz lashed out with a fury never before seen
in Athanor. His fists were on fire, lighting up his foes and his rage, until finally
he broke through. However, his hands were badly broken and his spirit greatly
wounded.\n\nRaz limped his way back into Thane's court where he collapsed onto the
ground. To save his friend, Thane rushed Raz to the citadel and beseeched the angel
Lauriel for aid. But in order to receive the Light's blessing, Raz would have to
undergo a grueling trial, and if he failed, he would die.\n\nBut luckily, he did not.
Not only did Raz triumph and heal himself, he was stronger than he was even before.
His gauntlets glowed a crimson light that grew steadily stronger as his resolve to
vanquish the Fallen grew ever more steeled. His fists would tear anything down that
stood in the way of his righteous fury.
824EA90006BB4A91_## = Mist Island
825922FAB467E9A6_## = Maloch
82ACA421522E6B2F_## = Murad once saw Yena in a place and time far away, saw her laugh,
and saw her cry. He did not know who she was or where she came from, only that she was
very important to him.
82BD0DA5220DFBFC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
82BE713F3307508D_## = You will serve me without question.
82F1733E12C3E993_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
8326F24F77C12C91_## = Kingdom of Norman
83600A7AAACA08A5_## = Kingdom of Norman
838822339CEA78ED_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
83906807DC733C4D_## = We walk together in light, and it guides our blades.\nThe path
may be long and winding, but we shall persevere.\nFor you have lit my light, and I
shall guard yours.
839C52EA5C0672C9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
83A8ADFC51650297_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
83E565A592931BD1_## = Azzen'Ka
83F69386602BE8E7_## = Prefers to stay single.
83F925008C0039A2_## = Which battle made Omen's name?
83FB307DECEE2597_## = The Ghostwalker
83FE17F6626C1B24_## = Dark Lord Reborn
841E2B79AAD13C64_## = Federation of the Free
841F669EA87A5B74_## = You will face judgment, and I will be judge.
8427FB99BE5539FC_## = 3 Jun
844852C071B17054_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8448D1BD13EB2F80_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
844C4406A2E4ECE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
849E9D9100EB52B4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
84C344F431B5454A_## = The ring behind his back is purely decorative, for no reason
other than it looks cool.
84D5168B2C615C1E_## = Want to earn my favor? Show your sincerity.
8520FB3718A722BB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8527FB2530577385_## = The power of thunder is greater than all else, and I am lord
over thunder.\nAre you of the same mind as I?\nVery well them, we shall go together,
and we shall have Aleister's head!
8533812B6C9500B1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
853929F292B9739E_## = Roxie
85475571BE95E91F_## = Mortos
858069A90324536D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8588D57FDF82FBC3_## = Krixi
858D340650B8FD2A_## = Often visits the people.
85A9FCE2D62389A8_## = The Fastest Man Alive
85C05DA4BA8E9A0B_## = War is the only solution to conflict. I look forward to waging
war alongside you.
85C5E45E95CCF32B_## = Scion of a noble family in the Kingdom of Norman, Nakroth joined
the War of North and South between the kingdoms of Norman and Okka with his retinue of
knights, his fame quickly growing as he won more than forty battles without a single
loss. But his honorable ways soon found itself at odds with the other nobility, who
saw war as a golden opportunity to loot and enslave.\n.\nDisillusioned, Nakroth turned
to the most extreme way possible to resolve the conflict - he slaughtered
indiscriminately and burned everything except food for his troops, turning what was
once simply a game, an excuse for the nobles of both sides to pilfer the wealth of
commoners, into a brutal war of attrition.\nNakroth executed every single prisoner
who fell into his hands, even the nobility, whom by the unwritten rules of war should
have been untouchable, drawing the ire of both kingdoms' nobility, as Okka also began
to kill Norman nobles in retribution. And so it transpired that the nobles of both
kingdoms plotted together and laid an ambush for Nakroth and his Blood
Knights.\nOutnumbered, surrounded and with no hope of reinforcements, Nakroth somehow
survived, engineering an incredible escape with his tactical genius. Rather than
return to the kingdom, however, Nakroth took his men and answered the call of the
abyss, joining Lokheim as Maloch's lieutenant.\n\nWith Volkath's return, the time has
come for Nakroth to take his revenge for the kingdom's treachery...
85FD1982DFEBFE0B_## = Brute force above all, letting one's gun do the talking
8634F29A287DDBF7_## = Born in the heart of Veda's realm, Enzo was always a staunch
believer of Ilumia and the blessed light, vowing to dedicate himself to light and
order. He lived a stoic and disciplined life, training his body and mind night and
day. His loyal and capable service of the church soon earned him a promotion to the
post of inquisitor.\nIn his new role Enzo was responsible for investigating and
rooting out evil and heresy wherever he found them - by any means necessary. It was in
this role that Enzo discovered his bloodthirsty nature, for which he sought to
confess. The church's confessor absolved him of sin, and tasked him to use the
darkness of his soul in service of the righteous path of light.\nAssigned to
investigate Hayate, the traitor of Mist Island, Enzo soon realized there was more to
this incident that met the eye. He was determined to catch Hayate personally, and end
the threat once and for all.Following the trail to Sunfall Valley, Enzo joined the
hastily assembled alliance forces, fighting to prevent the resurrection of Volkath,
Lord of Darkness.
86AF22D10D17D554_## = Born to a nomadic tribe in the Eastern Desert, Yena knew life as
a struggle to survive. The Helios Empire was at war with Azzen'Ka, a war that had
dragged on for decades. The kingdom had no time for backwater provinces, and Yena's
family barely made ends meet.\n\nYena's sister was born when she was five. Soon after,
their father was conscripted into the army, from which he never returned. Forced to
raise two young children on her own, Yena's mother fell ill from exhaustion, and the
family struggled to make a living.\n\nYena first learned of the Revolutionaries
through her cousin at the age of ten. But it was at the age of fifteen that the seeds
of rebellion truly began to grow. She and her sister visited the capital of the empire
for the first time for the prince's coming-of-age ceremony. There she saw Prince Murad
for the first time, but also the luxury, arrogance and indifference of the empire's
upper class.\n\nYena's mother died soon after, and she joined the Revolutionaries,
infiltrating the Imperial Temple as an acolyte under a false identity.\n\nWhen she
discovered the Andura Stone, Yena took a massive gamble. She gained an audience with
Azzen'Ka, earned the demon's trust, and was sent to find Murad to bring back the
damaged artifact, the Gem of Time.\n\nYena found Murad, but instead of bringing the
artifact back, she reached an understanding with the former prince, joining forces
against their common enemy Azzen'Ka. Of course, they must repair the artifact first...
86EA0376928219FA_## = He has vowed to spend the rest of his life atoning for his sins.
86F7AA2F12F270CF_## = Mt. Orphean
87052216679BEC4D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
870ED2C2F66B79E9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
871FB1B5DBB151D1_## = His academic grades were the worst among Edras' students.
87719094DCE29EB6_## = The Scarabim
877C13D142BB7231_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
87B3F3BEDDB4A676_## = 11 Jan
87BE49D9C1890E37_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
87C5F681A0859CE3_## = The Elemental
87CF38D8D5322B6A_## = Volkath was once an Archon, one of the earliest intelligent
races to appear on Athanor.\nWhen the Pact of Light was made and Veda established,
Edras called for all the intelligent races to gather and live on Mt. Orphean. But
Volkath and some others resisted, refusing to leave their home, and conflict broke out
between the two sides. Veda came out on top, and Volkath was forced to live on Mt.
Orphean and receive Edras' instructions.\n\nVolkath and Marja fell in love, and with
Marja's help began experimenting with the dark powers of the Abyss. He began plotting
with Veera, Maloch and others loyal to him to escape Mt. Orphean.\n\nIn the ensuing
conflict Volkath used his newfound powers to kill addressed, but this brought the full
wrath of Veda upon him and his followers. They fled through the cracks of the earth
into the Abyss to escape their pursuers, and began to alter their own bloodlines to
adapt to the harsh and unforgiving Abyss, creating a new race of demons.\n\nIn the
years to come Volkath invaded Athanor, but his plans were foiled by a single arrow
from the bow of Tel'Annas. But now he has been resurrected through the efforts of
Marja, and no one shall stop him from conquering Athanor.
87DF0691CDE59902_## = Cresht the Mermidon
884C36EC897BED1B_## = Max Biography
885CB98C0D566138_## = Unknown
8885E6F3976671F7_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
88AA74B7D8DCB8F7_## = Elsu
88B2152D59E9D651_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
88D6C321C03B4D71_## = I spend an hour a day on my hair.
88E330713248B071_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
88E95C7128584327_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
890E4CA10227F3B0_## = Richter
8918D478F936E31F_## = The Pixie
8923DF0BB604516A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
89305758FDD8790E_## = Once an important center of the Federation, its population has
dwindled since the exhaustion of its ore reserves, but opportunistic craftsmen have
taken advantage of the abandoned facilities and supplies to setup their own workshops.
8935752E25287BE2_## = Lokheim collaborators and species native to the Abyss.
894794D217CE8897_## = 18 Feb
896804AF75C71CB2_## = Veda
8968301D828ABB0D_## = Afata
89EC3DA61097E788_## = The result of nature's laws being warped by Abyssal energies,
89FB0E8067B1CCA2_## = I am the descendant of ancient dragons.
8A224253B1037D1B_## = Eland'orr met the demon hunter Richter on his journeys. They
found much in common in their painful pasts, and Eland'orr sang a song for Richter.
8A23501BB87D34B2_## = The Pistol Assassin
8A4AB0B77F09B75E_## = A songwriter and lyricist of some renown.
8A5F9056F262FA3F_## = Liliana
8AA40C266D90FF63_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8AAE0C6FBB6D8EA3_## = Veera was once a demi-god living in the wilderness, who was born
with a defective and weak body. She pursued the only form of power available to her,
knowledge, and became a sage renowned across the land. During this time she met
Maloch, and they were the closest thing that each other had to family.\nWith the
establishment of Veda, Veera was forced to study at Mt. Orphean, which she resented
deeply, for it did not suit her freedom-loving nature. And so she eagerly joined
Volkath's rebellion against Veda, following him into the Abyss. Like the others she
underwent transformation by its dark energies, but the process almost killed her, for
her weak physique did not take well to it.\nAt death's door, a chance encounter
granted Veera the power of Maniara, Primal Night. Reborn with a new body and newfound
strength, she began to fight alongside Volkath in the Lokheim armies, and when Volkath
fell in battle, it was Veera, Queen of the Night who kept Lokheim together with a
combination of diplomacy, guile and subterfuge, preventing it from fracturing.
8AB6E492719F676A_## = The Imbued
8AF9D6CF3188DC00_## = Zill is an elemental, born high in the skies where the storms
are the fiercest. He answered the call of the World Tree to join Afata's army in the
First Lokheim Invasion, becoming Tel'Annas' personal bodyguard. Proud and haughty by
nature, Zill disliked his duty, and indeed had little interest in the affairs of the
earth when his home was high in the sky where the demons could not touch. But over
time he learned to appreciate Tel'Annas' cause, and began to understand why the noble
queen would risk her life to fight for the inferior races of humans and
beastmen.\n\nThe defenders of the forest were victorious under Tel'Annas' leadership,
but Tel'Annas herself fell into a deep slumber induced by dark powers. Zill's fellow
elemental Lumburr, and the brave beastmen returned to their own tribes. Peace returned
to Elborne.\n\nIn the peace and quiet, a breeze would sweep through the World Tree's
branches and leaves from time to time, asking about the queen. For a thousand years
Zill would forsake the skies and stay with the World Tree, to be close to the elven
queen while she slept.
8AFA7F2D919422D0_## = Rides a pure-blood Abyssal steed.
8B02E237FBFF3A32_## = Took a lot of time to get used to her own strength.
8B33D250342A172A_## = Deep in Sunfall Valley, the setting sun cast its last light on
the rugged hills and rushing river. By the river, thousands of Lokheim jungle creeps
and Corruptors were on the march, advancing with inhuman fury."Ah, sunlight...I'm not
sure whether i miss it or not." Preyta rode at the head of the procession on his
Plague Wyvern, cutting through the crimson skies like a pitch-black blade. The great
lord of Lokheim, leader of the Corruptor legions, Preyta played the role of a humble
scout willingly, for there were even greater lords among the assembled army.Maloch.
Veera. Marja. Simply hearing these names was enough to send a chill into the hearts of
the greatest heroes of Athanor.After the battle with the legendary mage D'Arcy,
Hayate's group returned to the Lokheim forward base that lay deep inside the earth.
Veera had also returned to the base alongside an injured Maloch, having rallied the
remnants of the Lokheim forces in the north.While it would have suited Marja to keep
the news of Volkath's resurrection to herself, it did not take long for her to realize
that the secret could not be kept for long, for Mganga was also a witness to the
scene. She met with Veera and Maloch, her political rivals, and informed them of the
matter.Though still convalescing, Maloch was eager to set out and carry out the
resurrection ritual. Veera, too, put her full support behind the matter; centuries of
rulership over Lokheim had not diminished their respect for Volkath.The resurrection
ritual must be carried out at the place where Volkath fell. His flesh would be
reforged from the molten rocks of Lokheim, his soul repaired with the essence of the
black dragon's soul, the enchantment maintained with Andura Stone. When Hayate
returned with Errol, the other host of Volkath's soul, Marja was ready to welcome them
with everything that the ritual needed.There was only one step left, the most
difficult and dangerous of them all - return to the surface of Athanor, and maintain
the ritual until Volkath's rebirth was complete."The risk is great," said Veera,
brushing her hair with her long, sharp nails. "But we have no choice."To her,
Volkath's death remained a mystery. Even with the help of the World Tree, it was hard
to believe that Telâ€™Annas could fell Volkath with a single arrow. Nor did she know
how Volkath found the opportunity for resurrection, for Marja was coy on the matter.On
one thing she was certain. She had faced Ilumia many times, and in this matter Veera
was conscious of an invisible hand behind the scenes. Whose hand it was, though, and
for good or for ill?Veera knew Marja must have sensed the same. But she also knew that
to give up was not an option for Marja, not when Volkath's resurrection was at stake.
Nor was this any less true for any the rest of them.Whatever unseen forces were at
work here, Lokheim had only one option.The die was cast. And it was all-in for
Lokheim. They pulled everything they had on the southern coast to support the mission,
and before the defenders of the Great Wall even realized it, their enemies had already
left the frontlines under the cover of night.Meanwhile, Shadow Worms retreated from
the Verno area in force, converging on Sunfall Valley through the Moonlit Plains,
leaving behind a trail of ruin in their wake.Demons from decimated legions that were
still combat-effective were reorganized under Maloch's command. This was Veera going
all-in, abandoning the progress they had made on the other fronts, and muster all the
forces they could to protect Volkath's resurrection. It was bold, bordering on
insanity, a plan that not even Marja could find fault with - she had feared that some
of the Lokheim lords would be less than committed, but Veera's plan held nothing
back.No one was foolish enough to oppose the plan, for any who did would have found
Maloch's cleaver at his throat before they blinked. Maloch was, is and would always be
Volkath's most steadfast supporter.Several days later, the Lokheim host arrived at the
site of the ancient battle. At its head was Maloch, who insisted on leading the
vanguard despite his injuries, with his trusted lieutenant Nakroth spearheading the
vanguard itself.Leading the main army was Veera, whom Maloch trusted above all other.
Of the eight Corrupted generals under her banner, Preyta and Mganga were part of the
vanguard scouting ahead; the rest followed behind him, leading the best and finest of
the Corrupted Legion, who have seen many battles.In name, Marja was the leader of the
rear guard, a great throng of demonic creatures, but she delegated her leadership
duties to Zephys, so that she could focus on preparing for the resurrection ritual. By
her side was her loyal bodyguard Kriknak. Hayate, bearer of the black dragon soul, and
the comatose Errol."Our enemies in Athanor will do all they could to stop us. But time
is on our side. When the resurrection ritual is complete, the Lord of Darkness and
Blood will sweep the battlefield. All we need to do is protect the ritual until
then."Veera's strategy was simple - the Lokheim hordes will form a wall of flesh and
blood to stop the Allied forces dead in their tracks.Sunfall Valley lay between the
territories of three major factions. The Shadow Worms' movement would have drawn the
enemy's attention. Whether they knew of Volkath's impending resurrection or not, they
could not possible ignore such a massive Lokheim movement on their doorsteps. In other
matters they may fight and bicker, but they would put down their differences to join
forces against their common foe.Even more concerning to Veera was the movement of
Veda, for it remained unclear how much Lokheim's ancient enemies knew, or what they
were capable of.
8B35AC0B50B27EC3_## = Which generation of Demon Hunters did Errol belong to?
8B45E352AFB8D32B_## = Lauriel
8BBB5F8A058E1790_## = D'Arcy was waiting for two guests in the reception room when he
felt a familiar pain pierce his right arm."What is this?" D'Arcy sat up in alarm,
every hair on his skin standing up on end.Then the wave of dark energy swept past the
Great Wall. At this distance the wave was already much weakened, perceptible only to
highly trained mages. Yet D'Arcy felt strangely anxious and uneasy, and he could find
no reason to explain it.D'Arcy looked in his crystal and saw the figures of Murad and
Yena, ascending the wall in the elevator. They will have to wait. D'Arcy waved his
hands, and the room became filled with silver patterns. A dimensional portal opened
and D'Arcy stepped through."Who goes there?"Hayate reacted instinctively the instant
the portal opened, before he even knew what happened on a conscious level. Three
shurikens flew towards D'Arcy as he stepped out of the portal.D'Arcy did not flinch,
dodge or even blink. The shurikens simply feel to the ground in front of him, as
though they hit an invisible wall."Hey, if it isn't D'Arcy. How do you do, you old
wilted bastard?" Zephys knew D'Arcy well, having met him on the battlefield many
times, and recognized the old mage immediately.D'Arcy frowned. "What are you doing
here, Zephys?"D'Arcy knew well who Zephys' power. But his attention was drawn to the
pale young man next to Zephys for some reason, dressed in ragged clothes that faintly
resembled the Southern Legion's uniform many decades ago.The young man gazed back at
D'Arcy. There was confidence and contempt in his eyes, but also respect and confusion.
The more D'Arcy examined the young man, the more confused the mage was - the young man
seemed to be the embodiment of paradox, proud and fearful, powerful and feeble, all at
the same time.The young man opened his mouth at last. "We meet again, D'Arcy.""Do we
know each other?""Of course we do. Don't you remember this face?" The young man
brushed aside his hair, revealing the face beneath."You...you are..." D'Arcy ransacked
his memories, trying to find a clue to the young man's identity, and finally he found
it. "...Errol. Errol of the Demon Hunters.""Excellent! Not quite senile yet, I see,"
laughed Errol. "Yes, and no. You'll find out soon enough - if you live to see the day,
that is. Zephys, dispose of our visitor."Zephys gleefully pulled out his spears.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, D'Arcy. You'll have all the time you need under
the earth." Meanwhile, Hayate had gone around behind D'Arcy, ready to move at Zephys'
mark."You couldn't beat me when it was 1 on 1. What chance do you think you have
here?" Zephys approached D'Arcy slowly with spears raised. For all his bravado, Zephys
was extremely cautious, wary of all the tricks that the master mage had at his
disposal. D'Arcy stared Zephys down in return, showing no fear, as silver light
surrounded him.Then the air trembled. Zephys' eyes darted to D'Arcy's hand, but there
was no sign of casting. Yet the magic in the air was unmistakably the work of
Dimensional Magic. Who was it, then?Behind D'Arcy, Hayate had a better vantage point.
A warp had appeared in space, and two ethereal figures shimmered into existence. A
moment later they were there in flesh and blood. It was Murad and Yena, the two guests
that D'Arcy were supposed to receive at the reception.D'Arcy glanced at the blade in
Murad's hand and saw through its nature immediately. Suffice to say, his two
unexpected guests left a good first impression on him. He glanced at Hayate, then back
at Zephys and Errol on the other side."It's 3 on 3 now."
8BC0F3CC402EEB36_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8BD540C5610972B6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8C2135E1D2484C59_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8C2628D2CCA408A7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8C3408A50D60EAE0_## = Desert Friends
8C5E0A1F2D5B3418_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8C9224D0F28D4CB3_## = What would I do if I failed a mission?
8CD5D84A43903DC4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
8CE8F20106E913A9_## = Mercenary
8D34A0487DF39B55_## = Lindis
8D6F45B3AD3A0064_## = Cannot tolerate not bathing daily.
8D815BB79B46EE55_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8D8FAC6A228A7BE5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8DAA476BB70FCA77_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8DF364A36FEB7C92_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8E19C40A4A27537B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8E2806CCC6FC7CF0_## = The home of beastmen and half-elves, Verno Forest was once the
frontline of the war between Afata and Lokheim. Today, it is Afata's gateway to the
outside world.
8E51FFB6EE611ABB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8E53A03A01DD601D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8E951822149486F8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8EAA32C853CBA700_## = Furball grumbles and grows when it is ignored.
8EC11EE6E1009233_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8EC739D69834EC39_## = Seasoul Town
8ED0E925C23C8593_## = Volkath places his full trust in Maloch, who has fought
alongside him in many battles. What Maloch lacks in intelligence he makes up for it
with loyalty and brute strength, and he became Volkath's chosen heir thanks to his
performance in battle.
8EE024196AE365C1_## = The Lord of Mischief
8F3FE29B6E36FB0C_## = Dark Lord Reborn
8F5C6DB9077EA8C5_## = Nemesis of Darkness
8FA48DD497A60DC4_## = Unknown
8FE640C300BB8F5F_## = Chapter 16
8FF804D818F94201_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
8FFA9322773CF0D6_## = The Mermidon
90195A468172131E_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
902CB8E0C59F931A_## = "Embrace the cosmic void."\n\nTo Jinnar, time is not linear but
a matrix formed by countless strands of destiny. Touching any of the lines of fate can
cause ripples in the destiny matrix, which, in turn, can change a person's past,
present, and even future. When he was little, Jinnar did not realize the danger of his
innate talent. He told everyone without reservation everything he saw, including the
crimes that people had yet to commit, and their eventual deaths.\n\nAt first, people
paid no heed to what Jinnar said. However, when his prophecies started coming true,
anxiety and disquiet began to spread as people began to take him seriously. "For
heaven's sake, the boy is a demon!" Over time, the inexplicable fear aroused
begrudging wrath. Blinded by hatred, the people rallied and, led by the village elder,
attempted to exorcise Jinnar of the evil inhabiting his body.\n\nJinnar's powers left
the people of his home shocked and startled. He was confined in a dungeon while they
sought assistance from the provincial capital. Incarcerated and in despair, Jinnar had
a vision: He was promoted to the altar as an acknowledgment of his unique talent.
Gracefully manipulating the strands of destiny with his immaculate fingers, he was in
control of the world.\n\n"What a stunning talent! I can still feel the destiny ripples
spreading from afar." All of a sudden, a ray of light lit up the dark dungeon. Echoing
through the corridor was a harmonious melody composed of a gentle female voice
accompanied by the brisk rhythm of high heels on stairs.\n\n"What...?" The vibrations
from the destiny matrix had subsided. Jinnar once again found himself on the altar
with his fingers entwined with countless destiny strands sending ripples through the
matrix.\n\n"My name is Ilumia. Maybe you've already heard of me, or maybe not. But it
doesn't matter. What matters is that you can choose to yield before me, or to die."
The gentle voice was heard again, but this time it was somewhat bitter.\n\n"Who are
you? How come I've never seen you in my visions? Not now or anytime in the future?"
The strands in the matrix were what Jinnar could see in his vision. However, even
though Ilumia was standing in front of him, he could not envision her destiny. All he
saw was a blazing beam of white light.\n\n"We are on different levels. That's why you
can't see me. Besides, you can't control your power well enough to even see your
future. That's why you are trapped here. But don't worry. I'll teach you how to use
this power... on the condition that you make the right choice, of course."\n\n"I'll
yield!" Jinnar answered in no time. Based on what he had seen, he was convinced that
there was no point in defying Ilumia.\n\nA few days later, a holy fire engulfed the
dungeon, blazing up toward the sky. The village elder explained to the crowd that the
demon within had been suffocatd in the flames. He walked towards the crowd and gave
his condolences to Jinnar's parents, pretending not to notice the sense of relief on
their faces.\n\nFrom that day onwards, the Holy Hall accommodated Jinnar as a deciple
of the voiceless mantra. He became highly respected by the public. In order to show
his determination, he asked Ilumia, the Goddess of Light, for a Voiceless Artifact,
which he used as the core to forge a rare set of equipment, filling people with
awe.\n\nThe artifact given to Jinnar would protect him while he trained and allow him
to communicate with others without speaking. Instead, the artifact could emit the
voice of Jinnar's soul through vibrations. The artifact was, in fact, an altered
version of the Sealing Formation that ensured that Jinnar could not release his power
before fully mastering the destiny matrix. It was by Jinnar's request that the
artifact be voiceless.\n\n"Let none upset universal balance."
9033B13DAF12BFC9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
907BD499EB64DC28_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
90929A4E3B9C2C00_## = Wukong
9097CB769FFDF95E_## = Lokheim
909A634D43C9586B_## = The enemy is innumerable and the battle is raging.\nOur backs
are against the wall.\nJoin us now, and protect wall, hearth and home!
90AB5E61515F3988_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
times
90BF729488932EA2_## = Norman Allies
90C5D2BB4E192FAD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
90F472F52111B68F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
91093894ADB05D1C_## = Short skirt
910F9037986A9686_## = "I will become your sword and cut through thorns for you."
\n\nWhen Astrid bent the knee in front of Thane to take her vows, she was not yet 18.
But as the bearer of the famous sword "Embertrail" and the legitimate heir of the Duke
of Roses, Astrid took up the mantle imposed upon her by history. She raised the
Flaming Rose standard high and stood next to Thane, showing the world the allegiance
of an old noble house to the new king.\n\nWith Astrid's support, the doubts that
followed Arduin's death eventually quieted and people started to reflect on the
failure of Arctica. Even though Astrid's father and brother died in the war, she did
not pay any mind to gossip and whispers from the Temple. Her support in Thane's
ascension provided some much-needed stability in times of conflict.\n\nIn return,
Thane awarded unprecedented honor to the Rose family, and Astrid became the kingdom's
first duchess. But before she could do anything with her territory, dark powers
returned with Taara leading the charge. Arduin and Mina, corrupted by dark power, were
spotted among their ranks.\n\nAstrid knew that the murderous leader was one of those
responsible for her father's and brother's deaths. She could not wait to join the
battle and avenge them, but Thane gently stopped her. Looking at the girl with
affection and care, Thane said, "You have done enough for me. I shall take care of the
rest."\n\n"My lord, I don't think you understand," declared Astrid with her head held
high, showing resolve that no man of her age would ever possess. "I took my vows as a
knight. Dukes can wait in their castles for news of victory, but knights must charge
into battle!" With that said, she unclasped her crimson mantle, unsheathed Embertrail
and led her knights to war.\n\n"My resolve will never waver!"
911A1F24CFB45F32_## = To show kindness to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.
9127339B898D954B_## = Errol
913530A6E6AFBB82_## = City of Mercenaries
91385063536FDBA8_## = Go on, amuse me.
9144593CC05B1CD7_## = Annette
91751A0DB91B428A_## = The Great Wall of Norman lay on the southern border of the
kingdom like the spine of a great dragon.\nAs one of the wonders of human
civilization, the wall had foiled countless attacks from beasts of the Abyss, and
caused its maker D'Arcy to be venerated as a savior, if not a god. \nBut right now,
the savior had a little problem. At midnight each day, his right arm would begin to
ache â€“ more than the pain of mortal flesh, it was the pain of oneâ€™s soul being
torn apart.\nSince he returned from the Void to Athanor, D'Arcyâ€™s right arm had been
plagued by a strange stinging pain. For a while he had thought that it was just the
lingering effect of his battle with his former mentor, the infamous dark mage Lorion,
but as work on the Great Wall progressed and the attacks by Abyss monsters
intensified, so did the restlessness in his arm, as though something was trying to
escape from it.\nThis was more than just a little ailment.\nDrawing on his decades of
research on dark magic, D'Arcy called on the power of the Void, with which he was
becoming increasingly familiar, to suppress whatever presence it was that dwelled in
his right arm. But at midnight, when the Abyss and Elsonor are closest to each other,
the indescribable stinging pain would return.\nD'Arcy guarded his secret carefully,
not even sharing it with his closest allies, Sephera and Dirak. The expenses and
effort that went into the Great Wall had yet to fully demonstrate their worth. D'Arcy
must present a visage of strength, so that the Southern Legions and the kingdom would
believe that he and his Great Wall could keep the human world safe.\nTap, tap. The
sound of boots stepping on dirt interrupted D'Arcyâ€™s thoughts.\nâ€œWho goes there?â€
D'Arcy put his left hand on his right arm. A silver glow flickered in and
out.\nâ€œEr...â€ perhaps surprised and intimidated by D'Arcyâ€™s wary tone, the
visitor paused briefly before continuing, â€œmy apologies for interrupting, sir. My
name is Errol and I serve under General Edmond. The general wants me to tell you that
there have been unusual movement from the south lately and a night attack is expected.
The army is on alert and General Edmond asks you to prepare for battle.â€
\nâ€œUnderstood. Tell the general to expect me presently.â€ \nâ€œYes sir. Iâ€™ll
report back to him immediately.â€ \n\nThe footsteps faded away into the night.\nWith
him went the stinging sensation in his arm. D'Arcy was slightly surprised â€“ the pain
disappeared much quicker than usual tonight.\nâ€œCould it be that...young man...â€
\nD'Arcy had seen Errol a few times with Edmond and his impression has been generally
a positive one â€“ the young man was not particularly imposing physically, but his
heart was both kind and strong, not an easy thing to maintain in the brutal
environment of the army. He reminded D'Arcy of his younger self â€“ even though Errol
was a Demon Hunter.\nD'Arcy typically avoided anything having to do with dark magic
for reasons that were well known. And the Demon Hunters were the most successful
products of the school. Errol and his friends joined the Southern Legion in no small
part to prove that they have severed any ties they had with dark magic, just like how
D'Arcy defeated his own mentor, Lorion.\nThe sound of battle broke the peace of night.
D'Arcy rose from his reverie, donned the robe that the Council made for him, and
recited an ancient incantation.\nAfter several moments, he appeared in the air above
the Great Wall accompanied by a silver magic halo. In an instant the battlefield was
awash in powerful magic as both sides of the battle stopped fighting and looked up at
this intimidating new presence. The ceasefire was short-lived, however, as fighting
quickly broke out again, with the monsters of the Abyss charging into rains of arrows
and walls of spears at D'Arcyâ€™s direction, oblivious to the danger, seemingly drawn
by an irresistible lure.\nâ€œPerfect,â€ D'Arcy thought to himself as he opened his
arms and drew innumerable dots of light in the sky, linking them magically and putting
each one in its place. Within moments, his enchantment was complete.\n\nâ€œNow you
shall taste the power of the Void â€“ Mark of Sealing!â€ \nIn an instant the Abyss
monsters fell to the ground as though pinned by an invisible hand. Some of the
stronger monsters tried to struggle, but their movements were slow and ponderous. The
weaker monsters were simply crushed by the power of the Void.\nâ€œNow!â€ Watching
from the battlements, Edmond turned and barked his orders at his messenger,
â€œArchers, fire! Give them three volleys of all that you have!â€ \nâ€œYes sir!â€
\nâ€œCavalry, move out and hit them on the flanks!â€ \nâ€œYes sir!â€ \nâ€œInfantry, go
to offensive formation and follow my flag!â€ \nâ€œYes sir!â€ \nâ€œErrol!â€ \nâ€œHuh?
Oh, yes, sir!â€ The young man was a split second late on the uptake, his attention
focused on the battle unfolding before his eyes.\nâ€œDemon Hunters, you are free to
engage â€“ focus on the beasts that still move, and clear a path for the infantry!â€
\nâ€œYes sir!â€ Errol took the orders and quickly set off.\nD'Arcy had no idea any of
this was happening, his full attention focused on maintaining the enchantment. All he
knew was that these allies, comrades and friends, who have been with him since the
first stones of the Great Wall were laid, have never failed him.\nâ€œNow â€“ carve out
a path with your own two hands!â€
919FE332C2F81008_## = Zephys Biography
91EF13B406120F44_## = He can only sleep soundly in Veera's arms.
9204950EAC1DBE59_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9220BB8FCA908285_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
922EBBFDEE1B5638_## = The Nether Queen
9231F8B2D3DAF76D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
92A8A78D5895E77A_## = Her ideal partner is a boy with dark skin and an enchanting
smile.
92AA76B10DF673D1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
92AD82BA7708DCFC_## = Everything under the heaven is my domain.
92B271F23941C6F1_## = Spread religion
92C5EB7C23BFD76C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
92EBA3EAEC124E07_## = Battle of the Great Wall
9330B6662A449E5C_## = Your flesh shall nourish my soul.
933E3F706741C549_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
934E2EF307DBE1E4_## = "So...why did you join the revolutionaries?"\nThe sea of sand
slumbered under a night sky. The sand dune meandered yonder like silent waves, while
the infinite starry heavens shined bright above. Yena sat in front of the fire, the
light from it dancing on her face as she gazed high above at the crescent moon,
letting her memories drift off into the distant past.\n\nYena was 15 when the crown
prince of the Helios Empire came of age. She remembers holding the hand of her sister,
making their way through the assembled crowd to find a front-row place to watch the
ceremonial parade.\nThis was her first visit to the capital, and the first time she
saw the prince. The prince wore an exquisite white robe adorned with gold, ivory and
pearls. His face shone bright with youthful energy, standing out even among the crowd
of finely dressed nobles.\nYena looked down at her own rough tunic, and felt
embarrassed. She tried to straighten out the creases, but to no avail. The sight of
the prince filled her with envy and shame. He lived high in the heavens, while she was
a nomad brat from a remote corner of the desert, who would never even have had the
chance to see the capital if not for her merchant uncle, who agreed to bring Yena and
her sister to see the capital."The prince is the same age as I am," said Yena as she
walked through the city with her sister after the ceremony had ended. "Why does he
have the finest clothes, best food, best home, and we have nothing but sand, hard
bread and rough cloth?"\n"Well, he's the prince, Yena. We're just common folk,"
replied her sister. \nYena was about to argue when she felt someone grab her hand. A
fat merchant in find clothes was glaring at her angrily, while rolls of silk and cloth
rolled on the ground behind him. The merchant insisted that Yena had hit his horse,
causing his goods to be spilled all over the ground.\nYena hid her sister behind her
and tried to reason, but to no avail.\n"Beggars! Brats! Lying scum!" Yena felt a sharp
blow across her face and it took her a second to realize she had been slapped.
Angrily, she charged at the merchant and knocked him to the ground with one punch, but
was quickly overpowered by the merchant's slaves, who rained punches and kicks onto
her thin fragile frame. Onlookers gathered to watch the commotion, but no one reached
forward to help the rag-wearing sisters.\nYena wondered if she was going to die, and
thought she heard her attackers talk about selling her into slavery.\n"Make way! Make
way for the prince!"\nThe crowd quickly parts, letting the prince's procession pass.
In the middle of the procession was the prince's golden chariot, adorned with the
empire's sun emblem and surrounded by more than a hundred soldiers and servant. At the
fore of the procession, a man rode proudly on his high horse, clearing a way for the
prince.\nThe merchant and his servants quickly went to the side of the road, and
bowed, leaving Yena alone, and she finally had the chance to grab her sister and run
away from the scene. She had seen enough of the wealth of the capital, compared to the
poverty of the desert wastes. People on the streets made way for her, wanting no part
of this bloodied brat wearing tattered rags.\nYena felt shame and anger as she had
never felt. Out in the desert, she was free, hunting and raising livestock with her
people. She did not understand the luxury of the royal house, the arrogance of wealthy
merchants, the cold indifference of passers-by.\nThis was not how things should
be.\nAt the end of the road, Yena looked back and saw the procession, the royal
chariot's golden veil separating her and a world that was alien to her.\nShe would
never see him again, Yena thought.\nThe journey to the capital that the sisters had
looked forward to for so long came to an end. But the impression remained in her mind.
She became more contemplative, and could often be seen sitting down to
read.\nMeanwhile, the conflict between the Helios Empire and Azzen'Ka raged. Yena's
father had long left them, conscripted into the army; he never returned. Her mother
fell ill and became bedridden, broken by the pressure of raising two young children on
her own.\nA year later, Yena's mother died. Yena took her sister and travelled to a
remote cave, which the adults had always warned her not to approach. The people here
were traitors to the empire, they said. Those who deal with them would be put to
death.\nBut Yena came anyway, and found the outpost of the Revolutionaries. They did
not ask Yena why she wanted to join. Her eyes told them everything they needed to
know.\n...\n"So, long story short, you joined the Revolutionaries because you envied
me?"\nThe young man's voice brought Yena back to reality. He sat across the fire from
her, summarizing her story. Who could have thought that the proud prince and the
scrawny little girl from that fateful day would become fellow wanderers, journeying
across the desert? Fate works in mysterious ways indeed.\nMurad's left hand held a
wine flask, while his right settled on his knee. He allowed his unkempt hair to fly
wildly with the gusting desert wind, something that would never have been allowed to
happen back in the day. His eyes were tired, the mark of someone who knew the meaning
of pain and hardship.He was free, and lonely, thought Yena. That is, if not for the
band of approaching bandits. In an instant she stood behind Murad, and with a flick of
her blade made quick work of a bandit who thought he had approached the pair
undetected.\nMurad was wide awake now, and he stood in front of Yena.\n"I'll draw
these guys' attention. You go around and find an opportunity to hit them from
behind."\nYena shrugged. Men. Very well, she would satisfy his alpha male complex.\nIt
was not long before Murad began to show signs of fatigue. His style emphasized quick,
decisive strikes; protracted battles against multiple foes was not his forte.\nThen
Yena stepped into the fray. Under the moonlight she danced, and her footsteps were
light as feather; her blade strikes, however, were another matter. Silver circles ran
through the bandit ranks, and one after another they fell before they even saw her
blade coming.\nSoon the sands were quiet. Yena stretched her arms, and saw out of the
corner of her eye the last bandit running away.\n"I'm more used to fighting head-on.
I'll leave it to you to hit them from behind."\nMurad lifted an eyebrow in chagrin. He
took a step forward, and before Yena could see what he did, the bandit had fallen to
the ground, unmoving.\nThe desert quiet once more. Blood seeped through grains of
sand, dark red under the silver moon; soon they will be buried by the wind. Yena
raised her arms and bathed in the moonlight, her tender skin gleaming. She turned
around and smiled.\n"You asked why I joined the Revolutionaries. It's simple, really.
I had one question.\n"Why?"\n\n- The End -\n
93681C85382A716A_## = Located next to Nightmare Fort, Death Bay is fully under Lokheim
control and is the breeding grounds for Lokheim's mutated sea creatures.
938B3D9534B62233_## = Elborne Woods
93D55912FE87C55C_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
941EED17760D1198_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
944D811983D08B89_## = "Dâ€¦dad? Where am I?" \n\nIshar opened her eyes to see the
familiar face of her father, which calmed her a little bit.\n"You're home, honey,"
said her father. "Just lie in bed and don't worry. You must be hungry; I'll have the
butler bring lunch over, and you can eat in bed."\n\nDespite the harrowing experience,
Ishar could not help but feel a little excited about this. Eating in BED! Would her
father have allowed her to do that if that did not happen? But she remembered that she
had her loyal, furry companion with her, and it was nowhere to be seen. In a half-
panic, she asked, "Furball! Where's Furball?"\n\n"Shh." her father put his finger over
his lip and pointed to the other side of the bed. "Look."\n\nFurball's ears twitched
and it awoke from its slumber. The next instant it leaped up onto the bed and into
Ishar's arms, who eagerly rubbed her cheeks in its fluffy fur. â€œHoney, I don't know
what happened, and now isn't the right time to talk about it." As Ishar's father stood
up to leave the room, he suddenly turned to look at her, and there was something in
his tone that made Ishar listen carefully. "But if someone asks about anything,
anything at all about what happenedâ€¦Say as little as you can. Say nothing."\n\nHis
voice was gentle, but firm and Ishar nodded, holding Furball even closer to her chest.
Ishar, of course, knew exactly what happened. She was kidnapped by unknown assailants
on her way to school this morning. For a 13-year-old girl she responded with
remarkable calm, but there was little that she could do when she was taken and quickly
blindfolded by the thugs. She was safely back at home now, though, and the clock on
the wall showed that she was not unconscious for long - half a day, at most. If she
was at school, she would have just finished her afternoon nap, waking up to start the
lessons of the afternoon.\n\nIt was all like a strange dream, and it began to fade
from Ishar's memory as she woke up, as dreams so often do. Only the little creature in
her arms told her that what had happened was real and not a dream, as pink magical
energy slowly flowed out of its body and into Ishar's in the silent room. News of
Ishar's attempted kidnapping quickly spread across Kazell, for her father was Androl,
one of the leading candidates for Senate. Many of her father's acquaintances came to
express their sympathy and relief, and of course to gain favor with her father, whose
popularity only grew after this latest incident. She was also visited by Valhein and
Violet, two Demon Hunters assigned to the case, but they could not get any useful
information from Ishar, who took her father's advice to heart.\n\nMeanwhile, Quillen,
another Senate candidate rumored to be connected to the case, visited Androl and Ishar
after the commotion had died down. "May I introduce to you my new secretary, Veres."
Quillen pointed behind him to a young woman with long, bright red hair. "Say, Veres,
didn't you go to the same school as young lady Ishar? St. Sephera's? I'm sure there
are many things the two of you can talk about."\n"Nice to meet you, Ishar. I've got a
present for you, and I hope you'll like it," said the young woman with a smile, as
Ishar looked back at her, seemingly at a loss for words.\n\n"Ishar, why don't you show
Miss Veres the garden?" Androl patted his daughter's head, nudging her on. That seemed
to bring Ishar back to her senses, and she curtsied as a proper young lady should,
heading for the garden with Veres following. In the garden, Ishar sent her attendant
maid away and turned to face Veres, holding Furball in her arms.\n"Are you a bad
person, Miss Veres?"\n\n"â€¦Why would you ask that, Ishar?" Veres' face was impassive,
but her heart skipped a beat. How did the girl know?\n\n"I saw you, at the place where
I was taken to when I was kidnapped." There was a certainty in Ishar's voice that told
Veres she was not bluffing. Was her hearing so superhuman? But what was it that the
girl said - 'saw'? Not 'heard'?\n\nVeres could not remember the last time she was
caught so flat-footed, least of all by a young girl like Ishar. And this was hardly a
situation that could be resolved with force. It was Ishar, however, who broke the
silence.\n\n"I don't think you're a bad person," she said. "I saw you fight the woman
with a scar on her face. You weren't one of them."\n\nVeres felt great relief, though
with more than a little confusion mixed within. "Well, I'm not exactly a good person
either," she answered. "But I have no reason to harm you - not now, at least." "I
know." Ishar knelt down to brush Furball's fur, calming her own nerves. As young as
she was, she came from a family of politicians, and she could already sense the faint
inklings of conspiracy. \n\n"Furball tells me you feel familiar, that I can trust
you."\n\n"Oh? Does the little guy talk?" Veres looked at the pink ball of fur
curiously.\n\n"No - but I can sense its thoughts, even share them. It was through
Furball's eyes that I saw you." Veres' interest was fully piqued now. "Very
interestingâ€¦Would you mind telling me how you got away? By the time I got out of the
fight with that hag, you and everybody else was gone."\n\n"I'm not sure," said Ishar,
thinking back. "I remember a man who was guarding say to the others that their cover
was blown, and they should just kill me and not leave any loose ends. I was scared,
and then I felt the world go black. The next time I woke up I was in my bed, at home."
\n\n"Ah. Did you tell anyone? Like your dad?"\n\n"No. I don't know what they would do
to Furball if I did." Ishar thought about it but decided to keep her promise to her
father a secret. She felt an affinity with Veres, but not so much that she would
reveal the secret she shared with her father.\n\n"Well, then, I have an ideaâ€¦" Said
Veres. Ishar returned to school a few days later. She was 'recovered' sufficiently to
'remember' the details of her kidnapping, allowing the Demon Hunters to find the
kidnappers' hideout. The place was empty by the time Valhein and Violet got there,
however, and there was no indication as to who the kidnappers were, what they wanted,
or where they went.\n\nNobody noticed that Ishar's father had begun arranging basic
magic lessons for his daughter.\n\n"No one will help me discover your secret, Furball,
so I will."
945D5CE0DF8CAD3A_## = Veda
945E315D21DFE5FD_## = South of the Sea of Light is the treacherous, reef-filled waters
of Horizon Sea. Mist Island is located here, protecting the naval gate to Veda.
94641CB3060E0007_## = To Maloch, Veera is the embodiment of intelligence, and he will
do whatever she says. At the same time, he also takes it upon himself to protect her
from harm.
946A83F307F48899_## = Diao Chan came from very humble beginnings, but her ruthless
ambition has taken her far. She was born to a simple handmaiden and was raised under
the assumption that she would never exceed her motherâ€™s standing in life. However,
Diao Chan was blessed with incredible beauty. As she came of age, she became very
aware that she was more alluring than the beautiful fountains in the royal cities that
she visited.\n\nWhile many men sought her out, even some who pledged to go on
chivalric quests to win her hand, Diao Chan mastered the art of restraint. She would
eye the high lords and smile at them until they requested her service. Once there, she
would flirt and tease just long enough to put herself in a position to extract maximum
value from another.\n\nEventually, this process left her in the service of a warlord.
This warlord, always concerned with the next great conquest, had heard rumblings of a
horrendous dragon laying waste to towns and wreaking havoc among the realm. If he
could just find a way to defeat this dragon, his real power would be known. All of the
other lords would not only praise him, they would also truly fear him. As he trained
himself physically for the fight ahead, he gave his servants the task of finding out
different ways of slaying the dragon.\n\nThe warlord had inherited a tremendously
well-stocked library, filled with volumes upon volumes of writings on every imaginable
subject. Diao Chan had been assigned to the magical arts section to scour for any
information she could find on defeating a dragon. As she poured over the stacks of
spells and potions, her interest in the subject took hold of her. She returned to the
library day after day and practiced what she learned under the cover of night. She
found herself to be a quick learner and was mastering advanced spells within a year.
As she grew in skill, she grew further from her difficult past.\n She found a sense of
peace and purpose on these pages and her newfound identity blossomed.\n\nAs she neared
the end of the library, the camp was attacked by a powerful warrior with dragon blood
known as Lu Bu. He tore through the camp, raining terror upon the soldiers. He was
outnumbered, but this did not matter; he was absorbed by rage and the outcome turned.
Diao Chan was curious about the power of this new challenger, and also felt her heart
moved by the obvious pain he carried within him.\n\nAfter Lu Bu slew his last enemy,
he was still consumed by anger; so much so that the very dragon powers within him
failed to respond to his command. The vitriol within him would have taken his heart
and devoured him, but a touch from Diao Chanâ€™s hand cooled the fires within. She had
read about dragon magic in the library, and she knew the spell necessary to still the
vengeful thunder within him. He fell in love with Diao Chan the first moment he laid
eyes on her, and she was fascinated by him.\n\nTogether, Lu Bu and Diao Chan traveled
the realm, always by each otherâ€™s side. They dwelled in relative peace and for a
time things were right and good. This time of tranquility came to an end when the
Dragon Father, the very beast who had given Lu Bu his dragon powers, came for Lu Bu.
He was furious that Lu Bu had abandoned his previous quest, and commanded that Lu Bu
return to his service immediately.\n\nBut Lu Bu would not leave Diao Chan. This
infuriated the Dragon Father and sealed the enmity between the two. They clashed in an
epic conflict; a stalemate of great magical powers. But the battle turned when Diao
Chan gave her magic to Lu Bu, allowing him to reach a higher form and smite the Dragon
Father.\n\nIn doing so, Diao Chan's magic bonded with Lu Bu, fusing the two into a
single entity. Theirs was the greatest love in all of Athanor, and its power healed
the darkness of anger and vengeance from Lu Bu's heart. In turn, through her
connection with Lu Bu, Diao Chan discovered a great power that would one day define
the history of Athanor.
94B0293A6854B739_## = Once known as Errol the Crybaby.
94F2321BFAB11197_## = Unknown
9512E9868FCD2DEA_## = Quillen is a frequent guest at Ishar's house, and often brings
snacks for Ishar and Furball. But Ishar fears him for some reason that not even she
could say for certain.
952EDBD3DDB6C327_## = Lokheim
9549E96FC8CE90C5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Use
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and <color=#ffd200>participate in killing a related
hero</color> in a match.
959A83314DA7D08F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
95A34D5A41965BBC_## = Unknown
95C696CF3DC3DEF9_## = Soul Bond
95C99BD16D7CC0DF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9618DFD10E4AA42A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9627DF1A3744A7BE_## = Live to fight another day
962DB2847167506B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9634DA5D2FF4F621_## = Veda Inquisitor
9646826B3E0FFF14_## = No grass grows where she treads.
96481ADBCF77208D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9662D66AEC10A090_## = Murad cut down the foes in his path and ignored others, heading
straight for the center of the Lokheim formation where Skud was.It was obvious that
the man wielding the twin blades was trying to reach Skud, in order to cut off the
proverbial serpent's head. And the assassin was advancing through the Lokheim ranks
far too quickly for Preyta's liking - not to mention that there was D'Arcy supporting
the attempt.Preyta cared little for the rank-and-file abyssal beast, but he was loathe
to lose a useful commander like Skud. It was not so long ago that the ninja Airi cut
off Maloch's wings beneath Mt. Orphean, and Preyta was not about to allow the same
thing to happen again here. He pinched his wyvern's neck, and the plague wyvern dived
towards Murad's path, ready to unleash its plague breath."Now!" A rift in space
appeared in front of Murad. A moment ago Murad was running on the ground, the next
instant he was up in the air, behind Preyta."Not so fast!" Preyta sneered, and his
wyvern rolled to avoid Murad's attack - right where D'Arcy wanted him. For D'Arcy was
the one who was truly executing this attack, and Murad merely his knife.A dimensional
portal appeared next to Preyta, and the next instant he was back in Murad's path of
attack. With a sickening sound Murad's blade sunk deep in Preyta's back, and blue-
black blood gushed out.In an instant Murad had stabbed Preyta four times, but he was
not so naive as to believe that mere stabs could bring down the Corrupted lord. While
he attacked with the Blade of Space, his other artifact, the Blade of Time, was being
charged up and ready to be unleashed."Look out!" D'Arcy yelled. Murad turned, and red
fur filled his field of vision. Before he knew it the massive impact knocked the air
out of him and filled his senses with nothing but pain, which blocked out even the
noise of battle. A dimensional portal opened and Murad reached the ground before he
even began to fall, though he would not be standing back up for a while.Watching the
ball of fur quickly leave the battle, D'Arcy felt a chill run down his spine. The
power he felt as the creature saved Preyta was of the same nature as what he wielded
himself - the power of dimensions.Preyta, meanwhile, was safe inside Zip. He knew of
Zip, a new breed of creature native to the abyss that Veera engineered, much more
intelligent than the mindless beasts still fighting on the front. He had heard rumors
about Zip's strange skill to manipulate space, though this was the first time he had
seen it with his own eyes.Preyta was curious, but there was a more urgent matter on
his mind. Where was the support he requested from Veera?"Hey, what happened to
respecting your elders? Who were your teachers? Didn't they teach you to greet people
when you see them? Tell me their names, and I'm gonna talk to them about this next
time I'm on Mt. Orphean!"Zephys, sent to support Preyta, found himself sandwiched
between Vedans, Jinna and Enzo, neither of whom spoke.Jinna did not speak, for his
words foretold the future.Enzo could speak, but he had nothing to say to traitors who
follow Lokheim.There was only one way to communicate - fight.Zephys talked excitedly,
but his mind analyzed the situation calmly. Neither opponent was to be trifled with,
and he recognized one of the men as the inquisitor who had almost captured Hayate. It
would not do for a Lord of Lokheim to slip up against two younglings, no - what would
his old friends on Mt. Orphean think?No, no - it simply will not do to consider
impures like these to be on the same level as he. Zephys raised his twin spears."If
your teachers won't teach you properly, I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson
myself!"
968F3FF558B4DACD_## = "Life is breathing, eating and sleeping. Responsibility? Who
cares?"\n\nIf there was one word that could describe Krizzix, it was lazy -
absolutely, hopelessly so. Despite his remarkable talent, he was loathe to take up the
mantle that fate bestowed on him, and he would not so much as cast one glance at at
the crown placed before him by the high priest, though he was much more interested in
the plate of fruit beside the crown.\n\nFortunately, Krizzix was only lazy, not evil.
He never failed to help somebody in need, even if he also never failed to complain
when he did so. But doing anything other than eating and sleeping annoyed Krizzix to
no end, and so when the high priest chose him to be his successor, it took him only an
instant to come to the decision to flee - but not before taking a few fruits from the
altar."Sitting on the altar, droning empty words all day...you can't even pee without
asking for permission! It's like those infamous prisons of humans." Krizzix complained
to his new friend Y'bneth. "Did they think they could bribe me with just a few fruits
a day? Pfft! Give me a few plates a day, and maybe I'll think about it."\n\n"So,
assuming you did become high priest for a few plates of fruit a day. What would you do
if you get tired of it?" Said Y'bneth with a smile, as he handed a fresh, ripe fruit
to his runaway friend.\n\n"Easy. I run away and see what new stuff you have here."
Kriez took a bite out of the \nfruit, allowing its sweetness to permeate his taste
buds.And so Krizzix began his new life with Y'bneth. Krizzix enjoyed it very much, for
Y'bneth was knowledgeable, kind and generous. Here Krizzix could live the life he
always wanted - eat, sleep, and eat again. The most strenuous part of his life was
rolling over in his sleep.\n\nAs time passed, however, even Krizzix began to feel
uncomfortable about intruding on Y'bneth's hospitality.\n"Hey, is there anything that
I can do for you? Seems like you've done so much for me, and I haven't given you
anything back."\n"Friendship isn't about getting something in return," said Y'bneth.
"In any case, you are not yet ready to become involved in my destiny."\n"Hey, don't
you look down on me, you old piece of wood!" Shouted Krizzix, miffed by the perceived
slight. "I've got the blood of the ancient dragons in my veins, you know!"Y'bneth
smiled and placated his friend with a ripe and juicy fruit. He did not dismiss
Krizzix's natural talent, but he was clearly not ready to face the terrible foe that
was to come.\n\n"You just wait, I swear I'll help you," said Krizzix as he chomped on
the fruit. He could shrug of criticism of his character, but not criticism of his
talent - especially not from his best friend.\n\n...\n\n"What was I thinking at that
time?" Krizzix could be seen grumbling sometime later. "I should have just laid back
and enjoyed my life, not go out and look for trouble."\n\nThat day, Krizzix promised
Y'bneth to study with his friend and become a guardian of the forest, in order to help
Y'bneth. It took only one night for Krizzix to regret his decision, but this time he
did not run away. He kept his promise, and began to learn how to unleash the potential
in his blood.Krizzix was lazy, a glutton, a ne'er-do-well, but he always kept his
promises. That was why he ran away - he did not know if he had what it took to carry
the burden of responsibility, or if he had the will to carry on. Which was why he
fled.\n\nYears later, Krizzix thought back to the grueling training he went through
with a shudder. Yet he had to admit that it was the training that allowed him to not
only survive the Lokheim invasion, but also rescue countless comrades from the edge of
death. Rather than fight directly on the frontlines, Krizzix used his ability to blend
in with the environment and camouflage himself to walk freely in and out of the
battlefield, carrying back crucial intelligence and injured comrades. His
contributions even earned him the approval of his people, who once detested him for
his laziness and lack of responsibility; they even proposed to to invite him back to
the tribe as high priest.\n\nAlways the free spirit, Krizzix sensed that something was
up and quickly fled, preferring a free life in the wilds than the bondage of fame and
fortune.
96A67E615E5E1AFB_## = By chance, a fragment of the ancient dragon's soul became
embedded within Hayate, becoming a piece of the puzzle for Volkath's resurrection.
96C0C021EB1D8855_## = Murad
96C164FAFCF92609_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
96C97E14F77C344D_## = Follow the Light and serve well, and you shall receive guidance.
96D1AF74887EFB7C_## = The Illest
96D1F3C32D1B76F5_## = He often gets into fights with Zephys when the latter gets a
little too talkative.
96F7A25C243B1901_## = Dirak
973B325879F1ADD3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
978924940C576932_## = The Messenger of Elysium
979035B5D5760881_## = Deep in the underground Abyss where the sun does not shine, the
only light in sight was a few candles, struggling to illuminate the great darkness of
the cave.\nOmen sat in the middle of an ancient inscrutable magic circle, blood
flowing through the circle's patterns towards Omen. Even in slumber, Omen's thirst for
blood did not wane.\nQuick steps approached from outside the cave. A servant had come,
chanting an ancient incantation. The blood stopped flowing, and Omen opened his eyes.
He saw the servant's mouth open and close, and wondered what the meat-sack was saying.
It took some time for Omen's still-lethargic brain to process the message.\n"Rime
Passage? Interesting...but before that..." A long blade impaled the servant, drawing
him towards Omen. It was a weapon made to kill, for it pleased Omen to bring his prey
before himself.\nThe servant knew his fate when he was ordered to wake Omen. Still, he
could not help but tremble when the end did come. Omen watched the fear on the
servant's face, and he smiled.\nThis was merely the appetizer to a great feast of
slaughter.Rime Pass was one of the major passages leading to Lokheim. While Veera's
forces engaged Arduin on the front, a Veda army broke through the defenses in the
rear. Demons and Corrupted corpses lined the snowy passage, vultures fighting over the
best bits, while the Veda army, emboldened by their victory, pushed towards the narrow
passage beyond.\n\nThen they saw a lonely figure appear through the icy mist on the
other side, carrying an ominous dark red blade.\nOne man, against a hundred
thousand?\nThe Veda general signaled for his man to stop. Something about the strange
figure made him uneasy. The man - or whatever it was - looked entirely unconcerned, as
though he had come here for vacation.\nAs the figure approached, an old soldier
suddenly squealed, "O - Omen! Omen the Insatiable!"\nThe soldiers' faces turned ashen
at these words. Omen was the stuff of nightmares for every child in Athanor, and every
single one of them had heard how Omen would come in the middle of the night and eat
them alive if they did not behave. Yet Omen himself was seldom seen on the
battlefield, because he did not discriminate as to who he killed, and was just as
eager to slaughter demons and Corrupted as he was the soldiers of Veda. The fact that
Veera was willing to unleash him at all was an indication of how dire the situation at
Rime Pass was.\nBut still, it was just one man - or demon, as it may be. How could he
possibly hold back a hundred thousand men? Trying to hold back his fear, the Veda
general raised his sword and cried, "Charge!"\nOmen looked up, and his crimson eyes
flashed with hunger. He opened his arms and welcomed the horde bearing down on
him.\nThe slaughter was about to begin. A red mist covered the battlefield.\nOmen
could not remember how many he killed, only that it was many. He extended his blade
and drew towards him the nearest thing that was still living, and saw before him the
Veda general, who was no longer even trying holding back his fear. Omen had seen such
terrified expressions many, many times.\nThe feast was just about to begin.\nSnapping
the general's neck like one might squash a fly, Omen's blood-red eyes scanned the
battlefield for his next prey, eagerly allowing his bloodthirsty instincts to take
over.Night had fallen. The Veda advance had been stopped at Rime Passage, the deep
snow turned a bright red. The air smelled of blood, and Omen laughed as he turn his
gaze to the routing army, the remaining soldiers throwing down their weapons and
shields, running desperately for their lives.\nGood. It was more fun if the prey tried
to run.\nBut they will not get away - not a single one of them.\n\n- The End -
979C7CEEDBAA6644_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
97C2864F3FA45614_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9802DE21312DC22B_## = Aleister
9809403D95596971_## = You seek more than a mercenary?\nA true companion?\nAll the more
you have to prove.\nI will wait.
985E5ADCB8AF8BFC_## = Honorary president of the Kingdom of Norman Widows and Orphans
Society.
98B2C3415AD9A710_## = Loves to drink and can really hold it.
98DD7A56BA7570CC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
98E2D1835C98D74C_## = Butterfly
98F33A25E0744B47_## = Hall of Wealth
99505F5D49190887_## = I have a specimen of almost every rare prey in the world, except
one...
9983974C4F397C1C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
999D587ADAB8B366_## = Travelling upstream along the Elda River is the only way to
approach Elborne Woods on land. The terrain is rugged and high cliffs line the two
banks of the river.
99E33F6870CF571D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9A19BDA45A2AB3EC_## = This will not go unpunished!
9A41B86BC8E0798A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9A7EC675360C01BA_## = Kil'Groth Biography
9A8440858B5B1598_## = Beneath the bright desert sun,\nthrough sand dunes and harsh
winds,\nI have found my oasis.
9AA05A24141516F4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9AF423DBAD04858F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
9B61967FC52F44A9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9BA77D320B237554_## = This just can't be allowed! You know what I'm talking about,
right?
9C15FB66F76E9B39_## = Dark Lord Reborn
9C7FB885B6D5F4FF_## = Kingdom of Norman
9C9C15EB21775560_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete a
9CCC062203E156B7_## = I have travelled far and wide by myself, and I know how hard a
companion is to come by.\nNow let us walk together, like the wind through the trees.
9D29035499B6C582_## = First Generation
9D395862EC508289_## = Lord of Lokheim and the demons
9D8FA34877E50B89_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
9D9C8D1C66ADDB51_## = Spends a lot of time brushing her nine tails.
9DB4BF6249E70D24_## = Zill
9DC92340FF306404_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9DDAB4CB6040E3E5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9E0A5D34B17A16B8_## = Zip Biography
9E0C0B3BFC726992_## = Zip
9E1387D107C76EF4_## = Thane's name is seemingly written on the first page of every
book on human history. Not only did he break the dark reign, but he was also the
pioneer of technology. In a time when faith was scarce and demons ran amok, humans
used technology to break away from being ruled by demons and became their own
masters.\n\nFrom a refugee that could barely protect himself to a king that everyone
admires, Thane has undergone arduous training, has seen dead bodies covering
battlefields, has slain countless demons and has lost countless friends. But Thane
never gave up, and he always led his troops through dark times, clinging onto glimpses
of hope when there was almost none.\n\nOn the day of his ascension to the throne, he
earned enormous respect from his people. Even though the Temple, was wary of his rise,
and dubious politics overshadowed the capital, people still believed that Thane would
be the one to lead them to a bright and peaceful future.\n\nThat's why Valhein, The
Demon Hunter, brought his people from afar and swore fealty to Thane.\n\nThat's why
Astrid, The Indomitable, risked the honor of her family and cleared the way for Thane
to become king.\n\nThat's why Raz, The Fist, became a spy and formed the resistance in
an enemy camp.\n\nHuman fighters have decided to stop fighting against each other and
unite under Thane, combining their strengths to create a tidal wave that will push
history forward and drive the demons back to their abyss. When a savage beast learns
self-control, even gods should be afraid. Throughout all of this, Thane has kept his
head cool, because when the horn of war is blown, he will lead the charge.\n\n"With
this sword in my hand, I will vanquish all evil!"
9E160F16584DAB90_## = Tel'Annas Biography
9E3A98DC21C057C2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9E3DE50B4E118129_## = Though she was a member of the Normal royal family, Alice grew
up in the care of Veda, and saw Veda as her home even after the church sent her back
to the Castle of Origin.\n\nAs the war in the south wrapped up, the church decided to
send Alice back to the Kingdom of Norman in a bid to increase support for the church
among Norman nobles, paving the way for the church to expand its presence in the
kingdom.\n\nAlice had heard many thing about the world of adults from Yorn, but that
world came far sooner than she had expected. She bid farewell to her adopted home of
Mt. Orphean and headed for the Kingdom of Norman, where Thane, the new king of Norman
and the hero of humankind, was waiting for her...
9E5D86D2CCDCC191_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9E76207D00053D09_## = Arthur Biography
9E834FCE2D3EB2F1_## = Moulin
9EABF33DC02CA3D3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9EAEB8C2B002F0E2_## = Ormarr Biography
9EDDF58AA39A821F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9EF273BF2CB83CF7_## = Eland'orr
9F152D8ECCC3C9F9_## = Sunfall Valley
9F431BC2F21AE71B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9F4A80E5D28CE165_## = Starlight
9F50FD8A6828A50E_## = 2 Mar
9F70EEA663837660_## = Kazell
9F877B3DAC23F182_## = Don't touch my robes, you'll soil them.
9FA458B094BA6B23_## = Afata
9FA7C088C6D05E05_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
9FB57DEB8BE8CC05_## = The Adorable Mystic
9FCA2A14D2D99A0F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
9FD53F94952DA06F_## = Memories are even more intoxicating than wine.
9FDA70BC3A5C6E90_## = Taara
9FE898E0DA0F23A6_## = Raz
A067030B14A102DA_## = Hayate Biography
A0A1460345D63296_## = I cannot go on...
A0A175B5C9E200AF_## = Even the gods will flee!
A0BC95ED11B4466D_## = Omen would love to know what the native fauna of the Abyss taste
like, and so Zip stays as far away from him as it could.
A0C25BEF8E3D8722_## = Grakk
A0CBB54A256B617B_## = Personally drafted Volkath's early love letters to Marja.
A12537AA9F4F469D_## = Eland'orr Biography
A13EFBA0EDF479F8_## = Avoid being harassed by women
A14130AE17393494_## = Preyta Biography
A149C8431CCB137D_## = Dirak and D'Arcy were inseparable in their younger days, at
times leading to strange rumors about their relationship. It is said that D'Arcy's
dark demeanor comes from listening to Dirak complain all the time.
A174FDA620CFE1C9_## = Kahlii
A17857C71CB593AB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A20B0F634EAA98CE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A23BC0F4F79AA5EF_## = Rourke
A23D8E1BCA8CC28C_## = Goddess of Light
A2424932623D9A77_## = Abyss Legion
A24563ED42A672D7_## = Maloch
A25C98D5D029C4A2_## = 28 Dec
A281A87129DBB5F1_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
A2826870E5B0F1F8_## = "He had a reputation for being a powerful mage. But the power
of man is nothing compared to that of gods and demons.""Just a demon pretending to be
a god," said Yena, loathe to allow Azzen'Ka any claim to humanity."Yeah, that's
right." It was hard to tell whether Murad was agreeing with D'Arcy, or Yena, or both.
There was no chance to seek confirmation, for a malicious laugh interrupted their
conversation."What have we here? Rats?" Mganga's crouched silhouette emerged from the
shadows."Take them in." Then a scythe followed him, with a cold voice that chilled
those who heard it to the bone.There was just two of them. This was not so hard,
thought Murad.D'Arcy, however, knew better, for he sensed something even more powerful
from the shadows - so powerful, that he found himself unable to gauge the foe's
strength."Go back to your duties, Mganga," said a lazy voice, and a pair of dreadful
demonic wings slowly spread themselves out before the visitors.Not the dominating
presence of Volkath, but a seductiveness that was in a way far more dangerous.It was
Veera, the Soul Harvester.
A284F0F8079DE3AE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A28A07E551E44556_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A28E2155A6802F0D_## = Stay Tuned
A2A355CC9F75DA90_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A2C04C9DFE1130E2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete a
A2C4D07D1326322D_## = 10 Oct
A2D9F626A9A64624_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A2DBA63E10A946DD_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
A2F7C5D81F402C4F_## = Forward, to a brave new word!
A30DCD6E58CC8493_## = Go to bed
A32375370DB105A1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A33419BABFC8EE47_## = Tee and Mee lived carefree lives before they became knights. No
matter how close the war came to the land of the Afata, the clever Mee would always
say, "The sky will never fall on me!" Meanwhile, all Tee cared about was eating his
fill each day.\n\nSadly, the good days were about to come to an end. It became harder
to find food, what with all of the forest's resources being funneled into the war. The
brothers had to get jobs cleaning up the battlefields in exchange for food and daily
necessities. Even so, Mee never let any opportunity slip him by. "Finders keepers!" he
would say.\n\nWhen the humans and the Veda joined the war, TeeMee began to find
stranger items, the most valuable of which being the armor of a knight. It was just
large enough to fit both brothers and was engraved with the Vedan symbol for
"resurrection." The masterpiece was built by Max the Wunderkind. Sweeping (and
scavenging) the battlefield may not have compared to the fray of war, but it was still
rife with danger. Still, they never in their wildest dreams expected this armor to
save their lives.\n\nOne day, in the midst of battle, the Lokheim army suddenly
retreated. After the opposing army had cleared their troops from the battlefield, they
sent in a crew to sweep up the battlefield, TeeMee among them. It was at this time
that the Lokheim army returned. Forced into battle, Mee used all his wits to guide Tee
and their allies on the battlefield, leading them to fight back from higher
ground.\n\nAnd Tee, faced with the threat of death, grew focused and determined. He
followed Mee's every command and even put himself between their allies and danger.
With the armor's incredible defenses and the power from the engraving, TeeMee held off
the Lokheim army until the army returned and proceeded to crush their
enemies.\n\nAfter the battle, the brothers were showered with praise and gratitude,
and it gave them a swell of pride. "This feels pretty good, huh?" Mee cautiously
suggested. "I love it!" Tee replied emphatically. And so it came to pass that TeeMee
fought in the front line. The brothers came away with their share of ridiculous and
funny stories, but it was their determination and bravery that earned them
respect.\n\n"We'll make our own path to the stars!" Mee exclaimed. \n\n"To the stars!"
Tee echoed.
A33FCCBD0D7CCD73_## = "Fairness is the most important thing in any trade! \n\nSlimz
operated in the lands between the Castle of Inception and the Forest of Shadows. Like
many traders, he had always believed in the business principle of "fairness". Once
conditions for a trade were met, Slimz demonstrated this "fairness" by milking his
business associates dry.\n\nUnder the guise of being a successful merchant, Slimz
ended up taking complete control of all transactions conducted in the border lands and
became the ruler of this gray realm. After war broke out, Slimz recognized a business
opportunity and persuaded the arms specialist Moen to build a Castle of Alchemy in the
border lands. This castle would serve as a continuous supply of weapons and equipment
to warring men, beasts, or anything else that could pay the price. After all, Slimz
was a trader and neutral in the matter.\n\nBusiness boomed for Slimz and he
accumulated an astounding fortune, yet the scope of the war grew larger and larger. To
protect his wealth and the flow of his business, Slimz had the foresight to build a
private army that comprised of wild beasts, men and alchemy puppets. Unfortunately for
Slimz, it was Preyta, the supreme commander of the Fallen, who was the first to go
after his wealth. Slimz fought tooth and nail and even enlisted the support of Omega,
the Awoken Mech for support, but he was unable to save the Castle of Alchemy from its
ultimate fate. His wealth, which took him many years to accumulate, was lost in a
single night.\n\nHungry to regain his wealth and status, Slimz returned to the Forest
of Shadows and entered a new agreement with Tel'Annas, the Queen of Spirits: The
agreement stated that the queen would mobilize forces to retake the Castle of Alchemy,
while Slimz remained in the Forest of Shadows and protected it in her absence.\n\n"The
debt you owe me will be repaid one day!"
A378C9CF5B82E043_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
A37C03D5176CF4EA_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A3A59F33690F6D4C_## = "It was not a surprise...her body was too weak for the
transformation."\n"One month to live...how terrible..."\n\nVeera's sleep was light.
The voices next door were low, but she heard them clearly. She opened her eyes and
smiled in chagrin. Abandoned by the gods, she followed Volkath into the Abyss, only to
find herself rejected by the demons.She stood up and with unsteady steps came before
the mirror. She undressed and looked at her own reflection, pallid skin wrapped upon
bones, waiting for the call of death that might come at any time. She poked at her
protruding ribs, and immediately a bruise formed at the spot like black ink.\nUgliness
she could live with, but she despised her body's weakness, a blight that bad cursed
her all her life.\nThe halls had been quiet lately. Maloch's army must have already
left. She had tried to help, submitting a detailed strategic and tactical plan to
Maloch, but he returned it with an apologetic expression.\nVeera understood. She had
never seen a battlefield with her own eyes. Her plans were imagined ideals,
impractical and lacking in reality.Veera put on a robe and walked out of the palace.
Two servants tried to stop her, but stopped as soon as they saw tears on her face.
There was pity in their eyes, and she loathed it.\nVeera walked faster and faster,
breaking into a run. She ran and ran, without aim or awareness, until her clothes were
tattered and she could run no more. She fell to the ground, watching the moon in the
sky, and cried until her tears ran dry.\nAll she ever wanted was to fight alongside
her comrades.When she was exhausted from crying Veera rolled herself up into a ball
and fell asleep. The cold moonlight shone on her, and her pale skin was almost
transparent.\nThen, a tiny speck of purple light drifted from somewhere, circled her
as though examining her with curiosity, and entered her body. Then more and more such
specks began to gather around the sleeping Veera, leaping excitedly around her and
merging with her one by one. At times they looked like they were eagerly discussing,
at times they looked like they were in a solemn ritual.Veera opened her eyes.
Something felt different. She looked down and found her body to be healthy and
perfect, and she felt strength and power such as she had never felt before.\nShe stood
up and found herself standing in the middle of a boneyard. The skeletons of countless
great beasts lay silent, hollow eye sockets staring at her, the howling night wind
echoing among weathered bones.\nVeera learned much about the ancient legends when she
was at Veda, and she knew she had stumbled upon the boneyard of Maniara, Primal Night.
She looked up at the skull at the highest place, half-buried in sand. Her heart
pounded and she was at a loss for words. All she could do was kneel down and prostrate
herself in the domain of her benefactor, and as she did she heard an ancient voice
speak to her."I shall grant you health as you have never felt, and power as you have
never wielded. In exchange, you will fulfill my request."\n"What is it?"\nOnly silence
greeted Veera. A wind carried the white ash covering the ground into the air,
glittering dust in the bright moonlight, and all was quiet, as though nothing had
happened here.\n\n- The End-
A3B4F77B5869A1FC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A3BB9F4BB4A93952_## = 23 Dec
A3C0C77B5D49D91A_## = Errol the Clumsy
A3C19DBFCBC63F3A_## = Seine Peninsula
A3FC39699A5190CC_## = Brunhilda Biography
A414EF1C1F143F5A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A4234AC0F8C153AE_## = Demon Hunters
A461182AE7FEE525_## = Veera
A4627929641B52B4_## = Butterfly
A4948875B091BD0F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A494F5DD43D2CF31_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
A4BF80AE40FBF30F_## = Once taught Valhein a harsh lesson.
A4BF9BCE9ECE3EA1_## = "She was born to the song, in heaven, and on the earth."\n\nIn
the quiet night the sound of a song broke through the flickering campfire, towards the
night sky where the stars sparkled. A white-haired elf with green eyes sat before the
fire, holding a lute in his arms and singing 'Birth of the Queen'. The elves of
Athanor are an enigmatic race. Their beauty, mystery, and magic are the stuff of song
and legend, and the exploits of Queen Tel'Annas, who fell Volkath, Lord of Darkness
with a single arrow, are well known across the land. \n\nFew have seen an elf in
person, however, for they live in the quiet and secluded Elborne Forest, far away from
the world. And so, the caravan eagerly greeted Eland'orr, honoring their pointy-eared
guest to fine fruit wine and bread sprinkled with spices. For in the lore of
adventurers it was said that elves did not partake in beasts, be it their flesh or
their milk.\n\nEland'orr had walked three days and three nights with naught to eat but
water. Elves were the blessed children of nature, nourished by the fruits of the
earth, but the Federation, for all its rich mineral resources, lacked the verdant
growth of the elven homeland. It was not at all uncommon for Eland'orr to go hungry
for days on end.\n\nThat would not happen today, however, and in return for his hosts'
generosity, Eland'orr played for them the well-known song 'Birth of the Queen'. As his
song filled the night air to the accompaniment of his lute, his audience felt the
fatigue of travel leave them, replaced by a quiet joy.\n\nFinally, the day was done
and the merchants retired to their tents. Eland'orr alone remained by the campfire,
absent-mindedly running his fingers across the surface of a strange magic lamp. "Thank
you." Eland'orr's reverie was broken by a sudden interruption. One of the mercenaries
in the employ of the caravan revealed himself from the darkness. Eland'orr looked up
in confusion as the mercenary continued.\n\n"You sang well. Better than any bard I've
seen. Even the old wounds of the soul seemed to heal before your song."\n\n"Thank you.
It's my joy and my mission to bring peace and happiness to every being."\n\n"Indeed,"
said the man, stopping before the fire.\n\n "But there's something in your eyes that
your song does not tell. Something that tells of loneliness, and sadness."\n\n"Is that
so?" Eland'orr answered nonchalantly. \n"Mind telling me about yourself? No offense,
but this is my job." The soldier's hand was on his sheath, and his lower bodied looked
relaxed, but strong. He was ready to pull out his blade at any moment. "I smell
something familiar from youâ€¦or rather, from that lamp over there. The smell of the
forbidden arts."\n\n"Relax, Demon Hunter. I intend no harm." Ignoring the soldier's
surprised expression, Eland'orr gestured for him to sit. "I've heard about you and
your friends from other adventurers. Do not trouble yourself with my companions. They
will keep their powers in check. You yourself know well that the power of evil could
also be used for good."\n\n"I'm sorry, but I can't trust you until you tell me what
that lamp is." The mercenary remained on his guard.\n\n"Then let me sing another song
for you, one of my own, which the world has never heard." The corners of Eland'orr
mouth picked up, and he began to sing:\n\nWhen the arrow pierced the Damned, \n\nWhen
the shadow took her hand.\n\nThe flowers wilt, the earth frozen.\n\nBound not to life,
nor to death,\n\nThe light of souls, in the lamp did dwell.â€™ \n\nThe Wanderer's
Redemption' told the story of the changes that came upon the forest after the First
Invasion. Tel'Annas and the other guardians had become afflicted by dark energy, which
they purified using the Soul Lamp. But the Soul Lamp was damaged because of the
Wanderer's curiosity, causing deadly dark energy to sweep across the forest and
resulting in countless deaths, including the Wanderer's family and friends. The queen
went into a deep slumber, and for his deed, the Wanderer was imprisoned for centuries.
"Soâ€¦ youâ€™re that Wanderer you sang about?" The soldier had sat down beside
Eland'orr, setting his sword on the ground.\n\n"Yes. For hundreds of years, I sat
alone, facing the Soul Lamp by day and by night. It was my punishment for my sins, I
thought. But then I began to feel it - a pulse, a little tremor coming from the Soul
Lamp that belonged only to the souls of the living. Then I knew that they did not
truly die, but lived on in the lamp in their way." \n\nEland'orr placed his hand on
the lamp, and for a moment it flickered as though in acknowledgment.
\n\n"Look."\n\n"But what does this have to do with what you're doing? Just a curious
question - no need to answer if you don't want to." "When I was released from my
prison, the elders told me that the power of the Soul Lamp came from souls that
desired light. And so, I came to the land of man, to spread joy and bring salvation to
these souls." \n\n"I see. Well, I wish you luck and a safe journey, elf." The soldier
stood up.\n\n"Thank you, Richter." Eland'orr smiled at the man's surprised look. "I
heard the others call you by that name. May I?"\n\nRichter blinked a few times before
answering. \n\n"Sure."\n\n"Eland'orr." The elf's smiled brightly. "Do not listen to
old wives' tales. We are not so hard to get along with as they say.â€ Richter
shrugged, his face impassive. "Perhaps. Better a friend than an enemy, at
least."\n\n"I know that look in your eye, Richter," said Eland'orr. "Loneliness and
sadness - I know them all too well. The blood that flows in our veins may be
different, but deep down, we are kin, you and I."\n\n"Kin, ehâ€¦when the darkness
descends, will you fight by my side, kin to kin?"\n\n"Of course. Darkness is my enemy,
as it is yours." Eland'orr extended his hand, and Richter took it. The two exchanged a
firm handshake.\n\n"Let us part as friends, and meet again as friends also."
A50DF05FA1919087_## = Lumburr Biography
A51C673F386D8507_## = Why did Volkath break away from Veda?
A53C121403431487_## = Who are you? And who am I?
A554CC0F3314376D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
A56BC53DD3C9726E_## = Once a prince, now a vagabond
A58CF234570B462C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
A5B10617E7D2F683_## = Mildar
A602A7482613D542_## = Nemesis in Sand
A6C922DFFA69B97E_## = Astrid Biography
A6DDAA22710784B7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
A7194970ADC119F0_## = Luck is a skill.
A71AC396089A53C0_## = Krixi Biography
A7465B163AAB7A4D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A7738AC168A17C70_## = Omen
A816FB36BFE7968A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A8253B6DE94A0BFA_## = How does Liliana make a living?
A85087DD29EBBA79_## = 1 Apr
A88EC1DC937152BB_## = Age and exhausting research
A8DF15A50CFBCAB1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A8ECFD2F2952D669_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A8F9F1E34D7A1EBC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A8FF16B016902FAC_## = A room not cleaned for three months
A9295627E8F7D04A_## = Stand firm, and stand tall.
A94F57D56C4C764D_## = Nakroth
A959E8B4C89EA1B4_## = You will burn in the furnace!
A9625D1B703D9E46_## = D'Arcy was once a nameless orphan, given a name and a future by
Lorion, who realized D'Arcy's tremendous talent for magic.\n\nThe trio of D'Arcy,
Sephera and Dirak were generational talents, their stars shining far brighter than any
other of their peers. They could not avoid being compared to each other, but in
private they formed a strong bond, borne out of mutual respect and friendship.\nThe
three of them joined forces in the hope that they would not only lead the drive
towards new discoveries, but also to cooperation between mages. They soon gained many
followers, from young aspiring apprentices to established archmages.As the ugly beast
of black magic began to rear its head in numerous incidents, the group took a stand
against its research and use. Having researched then renounced black magic, D'Arcy
stood at the forefront of the movement against it, resulting in a split from his
mentor Lorion, who was committed to black magic.\nThe two of them met in battle twice.
Lorion had the better of D'Arcy in their first meeting, after which D'Arcy journeyed
the world, discovering a new power that allowed him to overcome black magic -
dimensional magic.His wounds having healed, D'Arcy rejoined the battle against black
magic, exiling Lorion from Athanor in their second meeting and scattering the
remaining black mage resistance. D'Arcy himself was gravely injured in the battle and
was himself pulled into the dimensional rift, encountering a fragment of Volkath's
soul in it, and returning home with the latter's help.\nDecades had passed before
D'Arcy returned. Dirak and Sephera had formed the Arcane Council to govern and
advocate for mages, and to deal with the growing threat from Lokheim.\nWith his
friends' support, D'Arcy embarked on a project that spanned generations, building a
great magical wall that spanned the continent, eliminating raids from the abyssal
monsters.\n\nBuilder and protector of the Great Wall, D'Arcy has defended it for
centuries, not taking a single step back.
A9911BF0600F370B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
A9B58054FBFB8992_## = Silence, deathly silence.\n\nEland'orr stared helplessly at the
broken Soul Lamp in his hands. Just a second ago, Timon and Letor were daring him to
unleash the lamp, while a fearful Janie tried to take it from his hands.What happened
next?\n\nBright and talented, but rash, immature and overconfident, Eland'orr made a
mistake that could not be undone when he sneaked into the temple while the elders were
absent, stealing the ancient Soul Lamp of Elborne Woods. Instigated by the youngster's
half-baked sorcery, the dark power of the Soul Lamp spilled into the forest unchecked.
Plants and animals wilted and died wherever it touched. Low horns sounded in the
distance, then a mournful elven song.\n\nTel'Annas, Queen of the Elves, survived the
Soul Lamp's rampaging dark power, but fell into a deep slumber for many, many
years.\n\nSilence like death.\n\nEland'orr stared at the only window in his prison
cell. He dared not fall asleep, for the visages of his friends would appear before as
eyes as soon as he closed them. Next to him lay the broken Soul Lamp, little more than
scrap metal, its dark powers having been spent.\n\nIt was Tel'Annas' will, before she
fell into her slumber that Eland'orr be imprisoned for his sins. Death would have been
less painful, thought Eland'orr, who had many, many years to think about his deed.
Then he heard voices."Eland'orr! Are you there, Eland'orr?"\n\n"Hey, out of my way,
I'm first! Eland'orr, wake up!"\n\nEland'orr could hardly believe his ears. It was the
voice of his friends, who were long dead. He approached the lamp and whispered
gingerly, unsure if years of solitude had driven him insane at last.\n\n"Timon? Letor?
Are you...alive?""Nah, at least not our bodies. But our souls were trapped inside this
thing, and by the trees is it cramped in here. Janie's still angry at you and didn't
want us to talk to you, but we're almost suffocating -"\n\n"We need you to do us a
little favor. Are you crying?"\n\nCountless souls were trapped within the lamp, where
they were warped and twisted by its dark powers. The torment drove Eland'orr's friends
to seek help from him.\n\nAt Timor's instruction, Eland'orr put his hands on the Soul
Lamp, and gently imbued it with magical power. The lamp began to emit a faint,
flickering golden light that felt at times like it was trying to talk to Eland'orr,
but he could not understand what it was saying.\n\nOne fruitless year passed, then two
years, then ten. Just as Eland'orr and his friends were about to lose hope, there came
a night when a golden butterfly appeared above the lamp, lighting up as Eland'orr
filled it with power. Then it exploded, almost blasting the cell apart."Yes! You did
it. They're quiet now," said Timor excitedly. "Listen, you've entered into a pact with
the Soul Lamp. From now on, wherever you are, just summon the lamp, and you'll be with
us."\n\nEland'orr put the lamp down and walked away from it, recited the incantation
in his mind, then found himself back at the lamp's location.\n\n"You see?" Timor said,
"Trust me, we've been in this thing for hundreds of years. We know how it
works."\n\nThe next morning, Eland'orr's cell door was opened, and he found himself
face to face with two royal guards.\n\nHe was free."Oh, glorious sunlight!" Eland'orr
heard Timor exclaim as soon as they stepped outside.\n\nThe guards told Eland'orr that
it was Tel'Annas' will that he be released when a golden light shook his cell. And
Eland'orr began to understand the queen's intention - for many generations, the elves
had used the souls of the dead to keep darkness at bay, trapping those souls in
eternal pain and torment. Eland'orr's redemption would be the atonement of all his
people.\n\n"Will you forgive me, Janie?" Eland'orr whispered. Since he began
communicating with the Soul Lamp he had spoken to many souls, including elven
ancestors from many generations ago who taught him the history of his people. But
Janie's voice was always absent - she was always staunchly against the idea of
Eland'orr stealing the lamp, but had followed out of concern, on the day that sundered
their fates forever.\n\nBrief silence, then a cold voice spoke.\n\n"I won't forgive
you. But I won't let you abandoned us either."\n\nEland'orr smiled, the first time he
did so in many, many years.\n\n"So be it."
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A9D3644F40D8822E_## = 30 Jan
AA1254616CE1320C_## = The Smasher
AA4AA75FF0D7743F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
AA84537B988BC798_## = Helios
AA85D141CC84F40C_## = I shall crush your crown myself.
AB0BA9426FC54FCC_## = Chapter 4
AB1144D0BDD5D05A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
AB166D5DDA292C11_## = The inner circle of Lokheim rulership.
AB1A8D37BF1E74FA_## = Tribal Chief
AB21D1B6557A035B_## = 145cm
AB29F16A0F676BD3_## = Trust in the Light, and it shall deliver you.
AB4EF21A0CF6A963_## = Forest Comrades
AB54554E5B19079B_## = I will have Azzen'Ka's head.
AB72CAE2B6EA406F_## = Volkath rejected Ilumia's advances, for he disliked her cunning
ways. But he did develop a healthy respect for her ability, recognizing that he
underestimated her.
AB86751F2244EC7D_## = At the eastern Gobi desert, the Demon Hunters, led by Valhein,
had already been journeying in the enemy territory for weeks.\nThe Allied Army,
working in two routes in the north and south, had sent their main forces to the front
in a desperate attempt to take out two major enemy contingents. The strategy proposed
by Thane, the Commander in Chief of the Allied Army, was undoubtedly the one that
would end the war the quickest, but it also meant that when Murad burst in, bringing
news on the unrest in the eastern desert area, there was not a single troop to spare
in the whole Alliance that could help him.\nIn the end, the Federation of the Free,
the Norman Kingdom and the Council had to each send some men to form a legion of
â€œNew Demon Huntersâ€ , which would be in charge of the honorable task of taking out
the newfound enemies. Instead of following the footsteps of their predecessors in the
history books and clearing out troublesome invaders at the rear of the army, this
flexible and speedy group was destined to step onto the battlefield themselves.\nâ€œWe
have a huge disadvantage in numbers. However, we have kept a low profile while the
enemies are out there being obvious targets, and we have more elite fighters on our
side. We shall have the upper hand if we take the initiative to attack instead of
defending,â€ Valhein, the Deputy Commander of the Demon Hunters, surmised after a
quick analysis of the battlefield reports. According to him, though the Demon Hunters
were a skilled bunch with excellent equipment, they were still not a regular tactical
troop after all. If their plan was to head deep into the enemy territory with very few
supplies, advanced equipment could in fact be cumbersome.\nThe strategy proposed by
Valhein was supported by all at the military meeting. Violet, his former Commander
turned ranger, was supportive of his ideas as well.\nâ€œSo that clumsy, wide-eyed boy
has grown into an outstanding Commander, eh?â€ Violet joked.\nSeeing that the elder
was the only one left in the tent, Valhein finally relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief
and rubbing his cheeks. It was his way to de-stress, and Violet, his long-time partner
in crime, knew this only too well.\nâ€œItâ€™s difficult, huh? To keep such a great
team running?â€ Violet said. She was serious now, voice soft and soothing, as if she
was comforting Valhein while questioning herself at the same time.\nâ€œI still have a
long way to go before I can become as great as you and the old man.â€ Valhein
chuckled. â€œBack when you were in charge, you coached us into the best army in the
whole Federation and still had time to get manicures and pluck your eyebrows. Now,
that was something, huh?â€ \nâ€œShut up. You know very well youâ€™d never have the
chance to replace me if I hadnâ€™t resigned.â€ Violet laughed, teasing Valhein just a
little bit.\nIgnoring her comment, Valhein continued. â€œActuallyâ€¦ Iâ€™m scared.
Even though you all agreed with my plan, Iâ€™m still worried. The environment is
hostile, and we have no backup. If anything happens, we could very well be wiped out.
Iâ€™m not scared of death, you know thatâ€”Iâ€™ve had my will written ever since the
day I joined the army. But I donâ€™t want my team, my brothers, to lose their lives
because of my decisionâ€¦ They all have families, you know? Theyâ€™re not like us, we
have no ties.â€ \nâ€œDonâ€™t give yourself too much pressure. Youâ€™re the Commander,
your job is to win the war first and foremost. As for the risks and sacrifices along
the wayâ€”you donâ€™t have full control over those, and you never will. You need to
learn to accept that.â€ Violet paused, then continued. â€œYouâ€™ve done great since
the beginning. Even the old man or I wouldnâ€™t have been able to do better.â€
\nâ€œThank you,â€ Valhein whispered. â€œFor the kind words. And for returning to help
us.â€ \nâ€œGeez, you sap!â€ Violet slapped Valhein on the back of his head. â€œIâ€™m
here for the cash!â€ \nValhein lifted his right hand and saluted. It somehow seemed
like the right thing to do.\nHe knew that Violet wasnâ€™t actually here for the
commission. Humans had souls, as did legions. No warrior of the Demon Hunters legion,
retired or not, could ever forget the glory and responsibility that came with the
title. That was where the soul of the legion lay.\nâ€œWe do not sleep. The lives of
Demons we reap.â€ \nâ€œWe carry knives. We find those from the Abyss and take their
lives.â€ \nâ€œWe trust our brothers. Together, we take out all others.â€ \nâ€œWe are
not afraid to die. So hear our war cry!â€ \nSilently chanting the Demon Hunter pledge
of olden times, Valhein let himself soak up the power and courage of the weak humans
from a thousand years ago, when they first faced the terrors that were the
Demons.\nâ€œWhere there is darkness, we fight!â€
AB9A268391F0A802_## = The Joker
AB9BFD5AF0052E7B_## = Dark Lord Reborn
AC0D37E7E1DA716C_## = Volkath and Marja fell in love in their student days, and it was
Volkath's influence that turned Marja into what she is today. Volkath trusted Marja so
much that he left part of his soul in her.
AC7FE09CD8E851D2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
ACA08F829F6E918A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
ACB44467A126B63F_## = Lauriel Biography
ACC6C0047EFB2E97_## = Liliana
ACDB7DB0A9C4FC8C_## = Located southwest of Silverwing Castle, it is the granary of the
Kingdom of Okka. It enjoys a regular water supply from melting snow from the nearby
mountains.
ACDF49ED79789DFC_## = To Enzo, Ilumia is the personification of light, and he has
committed his entire life to doing her will.
ACFD0764FD688907_## = 183cm
AD02C979D773BC80_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
AD07974FA7901701_## = Bach
AD088A9B40A04FA5_## = Lightning and thunder are at my command.
AD18E80C7610BB9F_## = Amily
AD26FF341053E8E6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
AD2770DDA35C31B6_## = Ilumia
AD2ACB1ADE063172_## = Unknown
AD2C3ED53233A158_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
AD69AA5C84F1BF06_## = Kingdom of Norman
ADA897F933E9F6CA_## = Named after the Norman admiral who captured it in the North and
South War, Holff lies across the straits from the Castle of Origin, between Okka and
the Federation of the Free, and is the foundation of the alliance with the Federation.
ADB3E8E71F44342D_## = Murad
ADCAE94ED54E25F0_## = There is only one who is fit for the supreme throne.
ADD07D295BE5F7D8_## = Verno Mountains
AE04D0602A04F4BE_## = At school she's always behind Volkath, which she resents.
AE10A5000B367683_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
AE1E0D0EDE7DA30B_## = Kingdom of Norman
AE345F71FF962535_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Kill</color>
AE7E9225409BE361_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
AEA6E98A3DD7A3AF_## = At daybreak a caravan left the allied camp under a small escort
of about a hundred, carrying many wounded men.The forces of Okka and their allies
suffered many casualties in yesterday's battle. The dead were buried on the spot,
receiving their last rites from Klaus, Yorn summoning the holy light to grant their
souls safe passage. Those too badly injured to continue fighting left with the caravan
for Silverwing Castle."Our remaining forces number approximately 9300, of which just
under 2000 are cavalry.""The Forest Guardians bring word that they have eliminated a
Corrupted outpost with Templar assistance. The Templars are advancing into the hills
on foot, while the Forest Guardians are expected meet up with us at noon.""No news
from the Silverwing Order or Lord D'Arcy."Arthur strode back and forth around his
tent, rubbing his cheek with two fingers, as one report after another came in. This
was his habit when thinking, and he had plenty to think about.His forces were down to
about sixty percent of what he started with, which was worse than his already
pessimistic initial estimation.The silver lining was that their Forest Guardian allies
had emerged relatively unscathed - though they faced two Dark Behemoths, they were
able to score a decisive victory over the Shadow Worms under the leadership of the
famed yet reclusive elven queen, Tel'Annas."Lord Arthur!" Klaus called to Arthur from
outside the tent. "It's time to go.""Attention! Move!"...After a day of hard riding,
the Silverwing knights had entered the northern hills of Sunfall Valley. Compared to
the treacherous terrain of the south end, the smooth slopes in the north were far more
suitable for horses; indeed, Harold was confident that, under the command of an
experienced captain like himself, cavalry could be used to even more devastating
effect in these hills that on flat ground.The grizzled veteran had served in a royal
guard and instructed the young prince. He was one of the most respected soldiers in
the Kingdom of Okka, and was entrusted with two positions of immense responsibility -
Seneschal of the Order of Silverwing, and Captain of the Royal Guard.Though he
bristled at D'Arcy's advice yesterday, he found himself acting with more caution than
usual. Hunches were often the subconscious result of experience, and he was not so
foolish as to dismiss the hunch of the legendary mage out of hand. He slowed his mount
down and turned to his second-in-command."Hasn't Adrian come back yet?""Maybe he's
napping in a tree hole or something? Better put him in the rack when he gets back!"
The knights spoke more casually when their prince was not around at Harold's
insistence, and also because it suited their nature. This was not out of a lack of
respect, but rather a closely knit camaraderie."C - captain!" Suddenly a knight cried
out, pointing in horror. A red and dark flag flew against the wind on a hill in the
distance.To the common folk of Okka, it was a mere legend, a fairy tale. But the
knights of the Order of Silverwing knew well what it was, and what it
represented.Nakroth the Butcher and his Blood Knights, traitors to Okka who fell to
Lokheim. None shall live, where the blood banner flew.Deep in Sunfall Valley, D'Arcy,
Murad and Yena followed a path through the mountains so narrow that the could not walk
straight but had to hug the sheer cliff, and it was a long drop to the bottom if they
slipped."There's got to be a safer way," muttered Murad."You want to bring half of
Lokheim down on your head, go ahead, just don't do it anywhere near us," snapped Yena,
insofar as she could snap while keeping her voice down."It's all I can do to put up a
soft camouflage around us. Any magic more powerful than that, and they would be on us
in an instant," said D'Arcy apologetically. Sure enough, Murad's sharp eyes caught the
movement of demons in the dark valley below from time to time, and he knew D'Arcy was
right."What in the world are we going to find in the valley?"D'Arcy smiled grimly.
"Volkath, Lord of Darkness."The Forest Guardians reached the ancient battlefield
earlier than expected. There they found themselves facing a massive wall of flesh and
blood blocking the approach into the valley, made from the remains of abyssal beasts,
some of which were still alive when they were crushed into a pulp.D'Arcy would have
found the sight familiar. It was, in essence, a miniature version of the Great Wall of
Norman. For hundreds of years the Corrupted had been held at bay by D'Arcy's wall, and
in this case imitation was indeed the sincerest form of flattery.The Forest Guardians
camped outside the wall, but did not attempt an assault. For their part, the Corrupted
were content to sit behind their grotesque fortification, rather than sallying out to
meet the foe.While the Corrupted had their flesh wall, the Forest Guardians had
Y'bneth, who was virtually a mobile fortress unto himself. The Corrupted might have
the numbers to bring Y'bneth down, but at a cost so crippling that any victory would
be hollow.No, it was better to sit and wait for the enemy to come to them. After all,
their goal was not to destroy the Forest Guardians or the Okka-Veda allied forces, but
to ensure that Volkath's resurrection ceremony was not interrupted.The Corrupted
Legion was Lokheim's most powerful force, not because of their individual strength,
but because they were intelligent, capable of thinking beyond the immediate present
and making informed, thoughtful decisions.Time was on Lokheim's side. The Corrupted
were in no hurry to spill their own blood; all they needed to do was sit behind their
hastily constructed yet solid wall of flesh, and wait for the foe to dash themselves
upon the ramparts.Northern hills of Sunfall Valley.Dozens of riders had fallen in
battle, leaving their mounts riderless. Harold attempted to rally the Silverwing
knights, in disarray after the initial engagement with the Blood Knights, but the
enemy was faster, and the hastily reformed formation quickly broke again.He now knew
why the Blood Knights acquired their reputation for never losing a battle.
AEA9ECE9F3505EEB_## = 28 Aug
AED6DF1AF33F7CDD_## = Butterfly
AF00724D84968FC2_## = Family Estranged
AF535456428E9050_## = "Thou art one and all,\nAlpha and Omega.\nThe sun, moon and
stars bow to thy will.\nThy name be praised in the past, present and future.\nThou art
the only truth,\nexalted above all."\nWith the final words of the prayer to Azzen'Ka,
the kingdom of the demon lord descended over the ruins of the Helios Empire, bringing
sandstorms that blocked out the sun. As those gathered rejoiced, Yena was the only one
who remained calm and impassive. The Revolutionary mole in the Temple went about her
new duties as temple acolyte, the prayer and dance that were offerings to their
god.\n\n"Yena?" A slim figure stepped out into Yena's path as she was going back to
change. Yena scanned the surroundings to make sure that no one was watching, and then
quickly pulled the figure behind a pillar. The flickering candlelight revealed the
face of Heidi, a lowly servant in the Temple, and a Revolutionary.\n"What is it?" Yena
whispered.\n"I...er...found something...." More used to taking orders than speaking
out, Heidi stuttered and stammered through her words.\n"And what exactly did you find?
So important that we have to talk about it right now?"\n"I...I'm not sure. I...I don't
know what to do about it. You're the only one I could talk to." Gingerly, Heidi took
out a glowing rock-like object from her pocket.\n"What in the...an Andura Shard? Where
in the world did you find it?"\n"The...the cellar, ma'am. The cellar of the
temple."\n"The cellar....could it be..." Yena muttered under her
breath.\n"Er...Yena?"\n"Huh?"\n"You're...you're hurting me."\n"Oh! I'm sorry." Yena
let go of Heidi's arm, which she had grabbed a little too tightly, and took the shard
from the girl. "I'll take this. Go now, and not a word to anyone, you understand? Not
a single word!"\n"Yes, yes ma'am, not a word." Nodding furiously, Heidi turned and
disappeared into the shadows, leaving Yena alone with her thoughts.\nAs an Imperial-
educated Reformist, Yena knew full well what the shard represented. The imperial
treasure vaults were emptied when the empire was overthrown, but the Revolutionaries
did not find the two things that were most important to them - survivors from the
royal family, and the Andura Shards. The former would give the Revolutionaries a
puppet that could unite the common and noble classes. The latter would give them
access to a powerful currency that could be used to acquire food and weapons.\nDuring
the reign of the Helios Empire, the ruling classes enjoyed unbridled luxury from the
export of Andura Shards, while governing the empire with an iron fist, treating the
common folk as little more than slaves.\nThis was why Yena chose to join the
Revolutionaries, giving all to the toppling of the empire. Now a far more difficult
choice lay before her â€“ find the member of the royal family and the missing Andura
Shards, or report this to the Temple.\nEven more difficult than the choice, however,
was the mystery â€“ how did Heidi, a lowly servant, come across such a crucial
clue?\nA stroke of luck? Or a trap?\nYena had no doubt that the demon lord Azzen'Ka
knew about her and Heidi. Their espionage training was designed with Temple and
government officials in mind, not demon lords.\nAzzen'Ka knew. And he did nothing.
Why? Either he did not see them as a threat â€“ or he still had use for them. And so
Yena made her choice.\n\nSeven days later, Yena left the Temple with a new mission.
Traveling in the direction of the sunrise, she crossed the vast Gobi wastes, to the
land once ravaged by the demons of the Abyss, but was now a verdant paradise of green
flora and flowing rivers. There she would find a prince in exile and a pair of
artifacts that have lost their power.\n"Excellent. You are smart â€“ as I had hoped."
Azzen'Ka had received her with a laughter that even his most loyal servants rarely
heard. "Where your loyalties once lay matters not to me. Serve me now, and I shall
elevate you to glory in my new realm."\nBowing deeply with her hands held before her
chest, Yena allowed herself the slightest little smile, concealed by her flowing hair.
"My lord Azzen'Ka, the one and only true god, who reigneth supreme over all. My life
and glory are belongeth to thee."\nYena gambled. And it paid off.\n"Go! Go where the
divine light does not shine, find the fugitive prince Murad, and restore the artifacts
of the empire!"\nYes, the royal family had a survivor. But he was not being held in
the temple dungeons â€“ he was in exile in a land far away, beyond Azzen'Ka's. As
powerful as the demon lord was, his omnipotence extended only as far as the desert
wastes. He needed someone to do his bidding, and he found that someone in
Yena.\n\nWhat Azzen'Ka did not know was this â€“ through careful observation, study
and deduction, Yena had learned his two great weaknesses. He could not fully trust his
servants, whom he inherited from the empire, and so he needed to find an "outsider"
who would do his bidding. He feared the power of the artifacts that Murad escaped
with, and was eager â€“ nay, desperate â€“ to bring it into his fold. Yena's
prodigious skill at analyzing psychology was precisely why she was chosen by the
Revolutionaries.\n"We are not here to overthrow one king." Yena still remembered what
her mentor told her when she joined the Revolutionaries. "We are here to forge a world
where no one has to be hungry or cold, where everyone is free and equal. Our enemies
are the ones that would oppress and exploit those weaker than they are. There will be
no concession, no compromise! Fight! Crush them, and clear the path to a new
future!"\nThe Revolutionaries did not plan for Azzen'Ka's overthrow of the empire. But
the new demon kingdom was as much their enemy as the old empire was, and as such it
was Yena's enemy too. She had no qualms about putting an end to the royal line with
her own hands, but until Azzen'Ka's demon kingdom falls, she had use for Murad and his
artifacts.\n"The enemy of my enemy is still my enemy."\n\n\n\n\n
AF841E90BE2357F9_## = 28 Mar
AF8AE1B9E7F275E6_## = â€œWho dares enter this forbidden ground?â€ \nThe deafening roar
and the terrible majesty of the dragon froze Hayate where he stood, his shadow
writhing like a snake in the candlelight.\n\nThe roar did more than just shake the
air. Ancient runes began to appear around Hayate, glowing with white-hot brilliance.
At that instant, Hayate knew that a decade of planning had come to naught.\nHayate was
a ninja from Mist Island. Ever since he reached majority he had followed the leader of
his clan, protecting the sea gate to Mount Orphean. Few knew of their existence, which
was precisely why they had been able to protect the world from being consumed by
darkness.\nâ€œToo much blood has been shedâ€¦â€ As he watched shovels of earth being
piled on the previous leaderâ€™s coffin, seeds of dissatisfaction began to grow in
Hayateâ€™s heart. He began to doubt the responsibility and duty passed down from
generation to generation by the elders, and even more so the Temple of Light.\nTo him,
the pact between the Dragon and the Temple was not a fair one â€” the ninjas who
inherited the Dragonâ€™s blood and power protected the Templeâ€™s glory with their
lives, but received no reward of any kind from the Temple â€” not even a shred of
respect.\nThe humble servant had had enough of being looked down upon by the gods.\nAs
a descendant of the Dragons' bloodline, even if a rather distant one, Hayate knew well
what power the Temple held. The up-and-coming Alliance of Human Kingdoms, the Forest
of Shadows which had fought so fiercely in the Dark Invasions â€” none of them could
hold a candle to the demigod who dwelled on the holy mountain.\nIt was not a matter of
strong or weak, but a question of nature. Light was one of the Original Powers that
constituted, guided and protected the world before the gods disappeared. It
represented the will of the world, the laws of the world, a pact that bound the people
of Mist Island to the Temple.\nThe power of Origins could only be fought with the same
power. Hayate found himself forced into an uneasy alliance with his enemies, the Abyss
â€” his goal of separating Mist Island from the Temple would weaken the Templeâ€™s
defenses, thus aligning his purpose with that of the Abyss.\nElevating his bloodline
with the voodoo potion of the warlock Mganga and forbidden arts of the Abyss, Hayate
successfully got past the enchantments that guarded the ancient shrine and made his
way towards Dragon Tower where the pact was kept. For ten years he watched and waited
as countless comrades died before his eyes, waiting for this opportunity.\nJust one
more step.\nHayate carefully approached the magic circle protecting the pact. He had
the nail of a demon on his belt, its dark powers able to sever the link between the
pact and the Temple. But that was merely the final step on a perilous journey. In the
span of a hundred paces, Hayate had to dispel thirty-six hidden enchantments, each
designed to detect and foil intruders in a different way.\nHayate navigated all the
difficulties and challenges with guile worthy of a master ninja. But there was one
flaw in his plan. He was not born into the direct lineage, but an impostor, one who
masked the impurity of his Dragon blood with voodoo medicine and forbidden magic to
gain entry to Dragon Tower. As the last enchantment was dispelled, the effect of the
potion began to wear off, and the change in his blood drew the Dragonâ€™s ire.\nThe
Temple discovered Hayate's intrusion when the runes glowed. Within moments, the shrine
was surrounded by ninjas. But Hayate would not go down so easily. He still had the
demon nail in his hand â€“ his one chance at turning the tables.\nHaving made his
resolve, Hayate stood up from his crouched sneaking position, and not even the
enchantments of the tower could keep him down. The piercing pain in his palm and the
raging power of darkness buffeted his soul.\nâ€œUpon this night I give my blood in the
name of darkness, that light shall be severed and sundered and scattered to the
void.â€ \n\nFocusing the darkness at his fingertip, Hayate stabbed at the pact. The
Dragon inside screamed as darkness pierced its very soul.\nBut then a holy light shot
into the sky before Hayate could deliver the final blow. Xeniel descended from the sky
with six wings spread out behind him, clad in holy armor and wielding his
warhammer.\nHis last-bid gambit foiled by Xeniel's timely appearance, Hayate escaped
only because of a plan that Mganga had laid long before the move.\nâ€œSo, you expected
me to fail?â€ Hayate said wryly.\nâ€œHope for the best and plan for the worst, that's
all,â€ replied Mganga.\nâ€œBut you know I wonâ€™t join you. All I wanted was to keep
Mist Island out of the coming war. I didnâ€™t get the Dragon Blood that I promised,
and now I never willâ€¦ Iâ€™m of no use to you, or to anyone for that matter.â€
\nâ€œThe Queenâ€™s orders are to bring you back safely. Her plans for you are not for
me to reveal, but fear not â€“ a bottle of water may be worthless at the riverside,
but worth its weight in gold in the desert. Your value is not for yourself to
decide.â€ \nâ€œVery wellâ€¦ if your Queen can help me achieve my aim, then perhaps she
will earn my allegianceâ€¦ until then, my only allegiance lies with Mist Island, my
people, even if they think me a traitor!â€ \n\nHayate closed his eyes and began his
meditation routine. He knew he needed to regain his full strength as quickly as he
could, in order to face the innumerable challenges on the road ahead.\nâ€œIt takes
great perseverance to achieve great deeds.â€
AFC00475B49D72B1_## = 1 Mar
AFC8071FE0D5BD1E_## = Dark Lord
AFC9E77A329CC7A4_## = Lokheim
AFCEF315780109DE_## = 20 Oct
AFD8DDF4148C2A04_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
AFD943091C10F6B9_## = Lokheim lord, former noble of Norman
B01CB6446E82D2BE_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B05B14608D8A0F51_## = "I believe in power, and nothing else."\n\nAs dedicated and
motivated as he was sly and devious, Mganga would not content himself with being
merely one of the most powerful and learned mages in the world. He sought ultimate
power, the likes of which the world had never seen, and he began traveling across the
land, studying the magic of every race and people, hoping to discover a path to
greater power.\n\nHis efforts were not in vain. At an ancient forest tribe he found
the research notes of a great warlock, a practitioner of voodoo magic. A branch of
black magic, voodoo magic had long been banned by the Veda, and subject to determined
persecution by the Magister's Council and local government.\n\nBetween reputation and
power, Mganga wasted little time in choosing the latter. He spread misinformation that
he was still continuing his journeys, while he established his base in the Moonlight
Plains. Located at the confluence of multiple factions, the Moonlight Plains saw many
traveling merchants â€“ and many more less savory folk. It was the ideal place for
Mganga to conceal his identity and acquire the materials required for his
research.\n\nAs his researched progressed, Mganga became increasingly conscious of his
inadequacy even as he gained the power of voodoo magic. And so he was quick to bite at
the bait that Veera offered â€“ as valuable as the warlock's notes were, the only way
to learn more was to turn to the Abyss.\n\nAt Veera's orders, Mganga continued to lurk
among humans, performing his aberrant experiments and creating new Corrupted, while
engaging in various espionage and assassination activities. The birth of Skud, the
fall of the Silver Moon Priestess Luna â€“ both were Mganga's handiwork, and evidence
that he has fallen to the Abyss.\n\nBy the time the Magister Council learned that the
rogue warlock working his evil on the frontiers was the same person as the legendary
prodigy Mganga, the dark mage was long gone. But he left inscriptions on a wall that
sent the pulse of every mage at the scene racing.\n\n"The weak cower before power. The
strong dominate it."\n
B05FB85B9CDC5BB7_## = Though born of an off-shot clan, Hayate rose quickly through the
ninja ranks thanks to his natural talent, intelligence, and pride.\n\nWhen his
training was complete, he joined those before him in protecting the sea gate of Veda,
in accordance with the Pact of Light between Mist Island and the Temple. But his
doubts began to grew as he saw comrades and family fall in the course of their duties,
and these doubts finally came to a head with the death of the previous Grandmaster. He
reached out to Mganga and Veera of Lokheim, who offered to help him cut loose the
reins of the Pact.Taking advantage of a lull in Mist Island's defenses, Hayate sneaked
into the ancestral temple, but was ultimately foiled by its ancient enchantments.
Meanwhile, his use of demonic powers to attempt to sever the leylines have begun to
draw his body and soul closer towards darkness.Now a member of Lokheim, Hayate lies in
the darkness, biding his time until the days comes for him to finish what he started,
to end the Pact of Light and break the shackles of Mist Island.
B063C752C44D87DF_## = Boom! Headshot!
B06570E682346665_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B06E74DB7A2D1163_## = I have seen countless tormented souls,\nsunken beneath the sea
of sand.\nBut I shall fear no more, though through fires I walk;\nfor I have found my
strength.
B083D180B4F9CC03_## = 186cm
B09F7F2C5320CEC8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B0A0363F8CB47E6D_## = "That's enough, Yorn!" Arthur grabbed Yorn's arm as the latter
was about to leave and go into battle again."Who's going to stop them then?" Yorn
showed no anger or passion, but simply pointed at the mountainous Dark Behemoth."We
retreat. Now!" Arthur tightened his grip, but Yorn simply shook his head. "We can't.
You know as well as I do that any retreat will simply turn into an all-out
rout."Arthur was quiet, for he knew Yorn was right. The infantry had no hope of
outrunning the monstrosity, and turning their backs on it would be suicide.The
Templars had launched two attacks against the worms and suffered more than a hundred
casualties. Seeing this, Arthur ordered the Silverwing and the vassal knights into
battle as well, and while the Silverwing knights charged into the fray bravely, the
allied knights were slow and hesitant in their movement.With the Silverwing knights
struggling, Yorn gathered the Templars and charged again. But they suffered mightily
against the worm horde, which moved with uncanny coordination with the Dark Behemoth,
rapidly overrunning gaps that the monstrosity created before the knights could
reinforce them.At Arthur and Klaus' urging - though threats would be the more
appropriate word - the vassal knights finally advanced, providing cover as the injured
were pulled from the frontline. But with no cleric to heal them, how many would
survive the night? Veda had sent the bulk of its elite soldiers into this battle, yet
there was not a single Veda priest who could wield the lore of light and healing.
Klaus' answer when Arthur asked about this was that Lady Illumia had other plans, a
response that infuriated Arthur, but there was little that he could do about it."We
must stop this. We've taken too many losses." Unable to convince Yorn, Arthur turned
to Klaus, who was Veda's formal representative here, and who could call off the
campaign.But Klaus shook his head and asked, "My prince, what is war?" Arthur stood
mute, dumbfounded. Without waiting for an answer, Klaus continued,"To you, war is an
extension of politics, a tool in your struggles for power. Warriors are your assets,
and thus you are concerned about gain and loss. When your loss exceeds your expected
gain, and you go back to the negotiation table if your losses are expected to exceed
your gain."Not so us. For us, war is a matter unto death. Light and darkness cannot
coexist, and those who have seen true light like us cannot tolerate the existence of
darkness."I was human once, and I know the cowardice, fear and terror that every human
heart must inevitably be filled in the face of death, but still they take up their
swords, whether for rewards promised, for glory placed upon them, or for camaraderie.
But they have not seen true light, and thus cannot truly know the meaning of
determination."Arthur listened quietly, as Klaus issued a prayer for all to
hear."Trust in the Light, and the Light shall deliver you!"A golden arrow pierced the
Shadow Worm ranks. The Templars charged again. Though they did not wield the divine
arts that the priests did, their blessed swords and armor shone brightly and tore
through the black tide that surrounded them.Silverwing Castle sat high in the
mountains, and so Arthur had never seen a moth fly to a flame. But he was sure that if
he had seen one, it would be like the men before his eyes.Nay, they were not moths.
They were fireflies, working their hardest to illuminate the dark night with their
feeble light."The Light watches over all!""The Light watches over all!""The Light
watches over all!"Fearless cries echoed through the valley. Templars charged headlong
into the crowd of worms, oblivious to their own safety. Life evaporated among the
clash of light and darkness, returned to the world as pure energy.The Shadow Worm
horde may seem endless, but they were not so. With time and effort, even the legion
before them could be destroyed.The Forest Guardians had the benefit of Y'bneth's
protection, so they could stand their ground and repel the worm attacks, until a
single arrow from Tel'Annas' bow won the battle. The Okka and allied forces had no
such luxury, and without any priests among their ranks, the only way they could
maintain pressure was with sheer sacrifice.Their sacrifices were not in vain, however.
The Dark Behemoth began to visibly recoil, wavering from the damage it took. The
Silverwing knights took heart, and attacked with ever-increasing fervor."It is time,"
said Klaus. "Now to show your quality, my prince."As the heir to the Kingdom of Okka's
throne, Arthur and his twelve companions were blessed by the church and could wield
the power of the Holy Light. This was a challenge that he could not turn down."So be
it," said Arthur. "I did not leave Silverwing expecting to return."Klaus raised an
eyebrow.Thirteen champions of light stepped into the fray, and with their prince
personally joining the battle, the nobles could no longer hide in the rear in
safety.Feudal lords were powerful in the Kingdom of Okka, and even as prince and
marshal, Arthur's authority over the forces of the vassal lords was limited. This was
partly why most of the fighting in the last two battles were done by the Silverwing
knights, who answered only to the throne, and the fanatically brave Templars sent by
Veda, with the vassal forces fighting only in a supporting role.But it was different
now, with their prince personally joining the battle. There could be no greater
transgression of their feudal vow than to watch their lord go into danger while they
watched idly by. Their own subjects were watching."Charge!"Battle cries mixed with the
sound of clashing metal, and they were soon joined by charging hooves that shook the
earth. With the Silverwing and Templar cavalry away on their own mission, the vassal
forces supplied the only remaining cavalry.
B0C8BFF59DA3F359_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B0E48969724DF876_## = Brothers of the Abyss
B0E966EEF96C757A_## = Brunhilda
B0F37D6060B70F8E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B1112EF01F99537F_## = Chapter 14
B12A2D692D351693_## = Errol
B13BA0D826277051_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B16F21B59C423767_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B1A3106B18258041_## = Yorn and Alice befriended each other at Veda. Yorn told Alice of
the responsibilities of the adult world, while Alice asked him about the troubles and
concerns of youth.
B1AE7BDAB4EB2DF2_## = Amazon of Themyscira
B1C837E45E8C5DEE_## = Feudal Lords
B1D0A5C6398D2298_## = The Forgotten
B1D60A3884AD5F34_## = Great Wall of Norman
B1DAD96F5867A04F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B1EB6042D4BB053F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B205DF6217FBC528_## = In Dreams
B213672DAAFD6FFE_## = Volkath admits that he underestimated Tel'Annas. He will not
make that mistake a second time.
B219ED24ED8619EC_## = Common citizens of the Federation.
B226F41C613D0CCE_## = Xeniel Biography
B276700404DD12BD_## = Once found herself in D'Arcy's room after a wind magic spell
gone wrong.
B27A366A5A05A1C0_## = The First Demon Hunter
B286B7CBC66C75AD_## = Life is like the summer bloom.
B28BD45B714CAD80_## = Butterfly Biography
B28F332264D0583D_## = Drink till he drops
B2C0450C4D6C682E_## = A lifeless, barren wasteland west of Silverwing Castle and north
of Moonlit Plains. An underground passage that leads to the Abyss has been sealed
away.
B2E2BC10E4375A0C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B2E861B89FF33649_## = "Above the Heavens, she stands beside the throne of the Great
Ones. Lauriel spreads her six majestic wings and soars."\n\nLauriel was the guardian
of the Temple of Light and the spiritual leader of its followers. Devoted to her task,
she kept an endless vigil within the Temple directing her power against the
encroachment of darkness. She devoutly obeyed the words of the Great Ones and was
thereby imbued with their almighty power. She was their herald, spreading truth to
the Great One's followers, in whose eyes, she was the embodiment of their Grace and
Righteousness.\n\nThe sincerity of Lauriel's belief gave her unrivaled power and, for
a while, wielded control over reincarnation itself. During that time, the rebirth,
resurrection, and guidance of souls through reincarnation were all under Lauriel's
control. The flapping of her wings would bring new life into being, while the closing
of her wings would throw life into yet another cycle of toil.\n\nWhile doing battle
with the army of the Fallen, the followers once witnessed Lauriel spreading her wings
and charging the enemy ranks. The lightning she summoned arched and sliced through the
demonic horde in a single blow. The forces under her command were then fearless in
their mission of vanquishing the army of the Fallen.\n\n"I will blow the horn of
judgment at the end of days!"
B30AEA2635C16480_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
B30B09AB38F7DEC6_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
B30D18F5A89C9719_## = The Trustworthy
B3243FF58DB90A4E_## = Taara
B32B5805A579F5BB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B32F4A3DAADF6FAF_## = 25 Sep
B3395B71483FBBE0_## = Federation of the Free
B35B285396C1AD10_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B3712AFFFCB01D06_## = D'Arcy
B39385AE4294C7AA_## = Chapter 9
B3B345147132F026_## = Violet
B3DB97B501F995CD_## = Baldum Biography
B423E3BD82DC786C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B429B98E835478A7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
B453DBF22F1BE6E8_## = Guardian of the Glade
B4BBB5E98AF4297C_## = "There is no better medicine than Eland'orr's smile." - Krixi
B5019EBF06AD43DC_## = Arthur turned away and said no more. He mentally thanked D'Arcy
for bringing to his attention the unusual behavior of the Archons, or he could have
gone to his grave, oblivious to the end.And he prayed quietly, not to Ilumia but to
the cosmic powers, that D'Arcy might return soon and bring good news....A verdant
fortress faced off a grotesque wall, on that ancient field where these two sides once
faced off in that legendary battle.With Y'bneth at their center, the Forest Guardians
made camp some 200 yards from the Lokheim wall, creating a makeshift forest fortress.
Though they sent some warriors to reinforce the Okka forces, they were now joined by
Tel'Annas, and were if anything even stronger than they were.And so it was a strange
scene that Arthur found when he arrived - not bloodshed and carnage that he expected,
but an eerie quiet, the two sides painting a picture of inaction as they faced off in
a virtual staring match.Perplexed, Arthur rode into the Forest Guardian camp and saw
the renowned elven queen."Your reputation precedes you, but they do not do you jus
tice, my queen. Your eyes are truly like the morning star, which shine no less
brightly than the sun."Tel'Annas smiled. "Arthur of Okka...the name brings back many
memories. You share more than just your name with your ancestor."Hearing the queen
compare him to the founder of the kingdom, whose name he took after, Arthur answered
solemnly, "May I bring no dishonor to the name, in action and in thought."Only a few
knew of the friendship between Tel'Annas and the founder of the Kingdom of Okka.
Arthur was one of them, having read about them in the royal library. But the details
of the tales were lost to time, and Arthur never knew how his ancestor caught the eye
of the elven queen.Now, in Tel'Annas' presence, he could tell that the relationship
between the two was likely something more than just friendship."Ahem," Klaus
interrupted Arthur's thoughts. "We have matters to discuss." Okka was the foundation
of Veda's efforts to spread the faith among the human race, and Klaus was loathe to
allow the future king of Okka to become too closely tied to another faction."The
Corrupted have built their wall in imitation of the Great Wall of Norman, and imbued
it with their dark magic. A frontal assault will result in heavy casualties, so we
have been waiting for you to arrive," explained Tel'Annas.Arthur glanced at Klaus. The
priest nodded, and Arthur answered, "We will spearhead the assault. Whatever sorcery
they might have, the wall itself is makeshift, with no moats or towers. It can be
breached." He paused and continued, "We enjoy no individual advantage against the
Corrupted, and it would require great sacrifice to hold the breach. But with the
Forest Guardians' help, I believe we can break through in half a day.Tel'Annas looked
at Baldum, and the latter answered confidently, "No problem. I'll lead a team to hold
the beachhead." Then he glanced at the Okka forces and asked Toro, "Where are our 300
brothers? If I knew we were gonna meet up, I wouldn't have sent you to run all the way
there and back."Toro just huffed and gestured towards Arthur."We sent the Hoofed
warriors on a mission. They should meet up with us soon," answered Arthur, though he
was uneasy. It was his idea to send the Hoofed warriors to support Silverwing knights,
and it was also he who decided that Toro should stay behind, to avoid any conflict of
leadership with Harold. For obvious reasons, Toro was not exactly happy about
this.Baldum did not dig any deeper with Tel'Annas present, and led Toro away to
prepare for the upcoming battle....Deep in Sunfall Valley, D'Arcy, Murad and Yena
finally passed through the treacherous mountain trail, and were getting closer and
closer to the location of the ritual deep in the valley. Murad and Yena could see the
dark energy converging towards the center with their naked eyes.D'Arcy, obviously, saw
even more than the two of them. The dark shadow that he only caught a glimpse of in
Storm Valley was becoming more material, more complete than ever.He had volunteered to
go deep into the valley and seek an opportunity to sabotage the ritual. The unusual
behavior of the Archons had made him uneasy, but he understood that Arthur was bound
by his loyalty to Veda, and the only request he made to Arthur was for a diversion.To
Veda, D'Arcy's group was merely sent to support the Silverwing knights. Only he and
Arthur knew the immense importance and difficulty of his task.As for Murad and Yena,
they were not in D'Arcy's initial plans. But Murad had insisted on following after
hearing D'Arcy's explanation, and so did Yena. Arthur, too, agreed that D'Arcy's
mission had a better chance of succeeding with Murad and Yena's support. Murad had
earned everyone's respect with his dauntless attack on Preyta, and Yena had also
fought hard beside him."We approach the enchantment," said D'Arcy, pointing to some
crimson lines on the ground."I'll be damned, these lines are thick," said Murad, then
he looked at Yena. "Say, do these work the same way as the lines on your shoulder? Did
Azzen'Ka leave those?"Yena shrugged. "Nothing to compare here.""I've heard of
Azzen'Ka's name when I was at the council," said D'Arcy.
B5125C8021A1B5A3_## = Dark Lord Reborn
B515EE8265606E22_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
B578F870A6D0F404_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B5B7BC79879FCB6A_## = Wukong
B5CDA7714F24BD7A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B62084E077E4A915_## = Enzo Biography
B63CF1D1EE53DF43_## = The Water Ascendant
B6415855830D4E3F_## = Black Rock Redoubt
B648A5C79BB24D73_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B6498A0171C8E69A_## = A prince will always be a prince.
B64C7F5D9138F99B_## = â€œWho is the craziest one?!"\n\nWiro is a famous "mad hero".
Some like his bold character, while some hate his madness. None of this matters to
Wiro anyway. He simply enjoys life and adventures in his own way. Too many new things
to be discovered and too many evil enemies to be challenged in Athanor.\nWhile Wiro's
style often makes himself an obstacle, few see Wiro as a real enemy, especially the
warlords with armies. Those with power all understand that there is no real conflict
between Wiro and them, because he is a lone wolf that demands no power or wealth,
unlike themselves.\n\nWiro had been through many legendary adventures and his heroic
deeds became popular stories. People love his wisdom, courage and humor, but they are
puzzled by his recklessness. Why does he love danger so much?\n\nSome think it's
Wiro's bold personality, but that's far from the truth: Wiro's body contains two
different souls. When the dimensional rift expanded, the Wiro in a different world
sensed the changes in Athanor, so he followed clues and met his other self in
Athanor.\n\nBoth of them have been practicing "212" and their souls resonated from the
moment they met. The Wiro in Athanor was trying to find a way to fix the dimensional
rift, while the Wiro from another world also wanted to save his homeland from this
crisis. They needed greater power!\n\nWith the spiritual guidance of "212", they fused
and two souls became one.\n\nOf course, in other people's eyes, there is only one
Wiro. One body cannot handle the power of two souls, so the overflowing power resides
in Wiro's axe, which is the only dragon axe that could withstand the true power of
"212". The power is awakened when Wiro's life is in danger.\n\nAfter all, Wiro is not
joking when he says, "If you kill me, there is always another!"\n
B689EB2C51162704_## = Hall of Judgment
B6955F5ADFCA21D3_## = Ormarr
B6B013134F4BEF42_## = The world is a forest of darkness.\nSome are predator, some are
prey.\nWhich one are you?
B6CFFEC21521105C_## = Nemesis of Light
B6D5ED28CC517630_## = Silver Sword
B71C2402DB9154C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete a
B739F70F14226271_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B752B5DA546C8A23_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B755216D9E672BE7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B760436E999E2268_## = Murad and Yena had come to the Great Wall because they had been
told that D'Arcy might be able to repair the artifact, a possibility that was
confirmed by Yena's revelation for Andura Stones attuned to Dimensional Magic were key
to repairing and perhaps reforging the artifact."Well, ah, we are here." A sudden
change seemed to have come over the visitors, which made Bubba slightly uneasy. But
they were in D'Arcy's domain, and surely nothing could escape the master mage's
attention, nor could anyone possibly try to cause trouble in this place. And so he co
ntinued to lead the way towards the reception room, and knocked on the dark mahogany
doors.No response."Ah...these doors are pretty thick and sometimes you have to knock
harder that you usually would. Lord D'Arcy is sometimes so absorbed in his work, you
understand..." Bubba smiled and knocked a little harder and faster.Still no
response.Bubba frowned. He brought the guests to the reception room at D'Arcy's
instructions. Why was there no sign of any movement in the room? With brows furrowed,
Bubba lifted his hand and prepared to knock a third time."Hold on." Murad stopped
Bubba. His expression was solemn and alert, and the ancient blade that he had on his
belt was in his free hand. "There is strong magic coming from inside the room.
Dimensional Magic.""Wha - what are you doing?" Bubba gasped."What do you think I'm
supposed to be doing? Open the door, of course." Bubba did not even see Murad's blade.
All he saw was the thick mahogany door fall to the ground in pieces, leaving scattered
fragments and wood dust all over the floor.Walking into the room, Murad saw two sofas
and a tea table on top of a fine carpet, a cup of still-hot tea lying undisturbed on
the table. What he did not see was any sign of D'Arcy - or that of any living thing,
for that matter."Looks like Lord D'Arcy might have encountered some...inconveniences."
Still holding the Blade of Time, Murad could see a wisp of silver runes in the air,
almost completely faded away. Murad turned around at Bubba, who had a bewildered
expression on his face, and Yena, who looked at him curiously with an eyebrow
raised.And he said, "Shall we give him some help?"
B7BA34F1D315B51C_## = Valhein
B7D144BD3FCBD4EF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B7E3D5D835FBB8F8_## = Record holder of the Land of Dragons' Big Eater competition.
B7FF2A71E40B3AB1_## = Master and Pupil
B87EC62A222D8325_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
B897A184C313BD00_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B8CC908E3393AA01_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B8E5F7FD7FAD3FF8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B911027CD9E8EC6D_## = The Tempest
B92649FEAACFBCE9_## = Silent Sea
B954AB6D181C182D_## = Charge up the power of thunder
B98490C5CBED98A7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
B9AB4AA2AFFBD31F_## = "The sun is not the only source of Holy Light. The stars in the
sky hold potent power as well."\n\nAlice was only 5 years old when she read this, a
passage from one of the many books that Yorn borrowed for her. She particularly
enjoyed the works of one Scunthor, whose deceptively simple and humorous style of
writing concealed knowledge beyond imagination. And she began to pester Yorn to find
her any works by Scunthor he could get his hands on.\n\nShe was just a little human
girl who lived on Mt. Orphean then, whose understanding of magic was limited to
knowing that it held great power, yet could only be wielded by a few. She did not know
the significance of the name Scunthor, nor did she have any idea of the wisdom and
power that the books she read had. She made short work of the simple stories and
manuals, and began to seek out the more difficult works.\n\nWhy were normal people
unable to see the elements?\nWhy did sulfur increase the power of fire magic?\nWhy did
Scunthor's 108 experiments all fail to achieve the result he expected?\nWhy was he so
happy to prove that he was wrong?\n...There was too much that Alice did not know and
could not possibly understand. Fortunately, she had a big friend, Yorn, to help her.
Though Yorn's own knowledge of magic was rather limited, he provided guidance and
wisdom from his much wider range of experience.\n\nAs Alice's studies advanced,
however, her questions became more difficult. Eventually Yorn had to take her to Ignis
and Jinna, whose extensive knowledge pointed Alice in the right direction, helping her
grasp the heart of the issue and expand her imagination, understanding the world of
magic in her own way. Without realizing it, she had opened the doors to a brave new
world.\n\nAs her knowledge of the world increased, her spiritual world began to align
with the physical one. Her soul was transcending to a higher level, helped by the Holy
Light that shone on Mt. Orphean, changing her spiritually and physically. Her studies
took place at night, not just because she had the church's lessons during the day, but
also because of Scunthor's meditations on the stars in the sky.\n\nThen one night,
bright red starlight streaked across the sky towards the foothills of Mt. Orphean.
Soon a purple aura rose above the temple of Veda in response, and all those who saw it
were stunned, for it was the mark of Ilumia, a miracle that ought to belong only to
her.\n\nThus was it known that a new Maiden was born in Veda, who held no office but
sat atop Mt. Orphean, serving Ilumia on behalf of the believers.
B9ACA44DC373AE99_## = Her father Androl is the biggest sponsor of St. Sephera's High
School.
B9B43F6A4BE5DB88_## = Elborne Lake
B9C1583B16BCBE80_## = {0} Life Steal <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
B9DCCECF6D477A34_## = Maloch's trust in Volkath is absolute, and he firmly believes
that Volkath will lead them to conquer all of Athanor.
BA1F571664FF142C_## = Murad Biography
BA3BB9F7EB5F8BBC_## = Soon the shadows will rise, creeping towards the light of
day.\nThe strong must rise, to protect the world from the darkness.
BA4339E24AD117C8_## = Whom among the following has never had romantic ties with
Volkath?
BA4B0E7D1DEAF826_## = Will do anything for his friends, though he will never admit it.
BA4F94940AB9F3BF_## = Zill is Tel'Annas' most trusted lieutenant. Having refused
Tel'Annas' offer of peerage, Zill returned to his queen's side when she woke from her
long slumber.
BA566054C83DB9F4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BA7CB7751FC221EC_## = Dragon's Bane
BA7D378F545FC809_## = Sephera Biography
BA8687F7D5E89A26_## = 8 Dec
BAB08159AE194107_## = Violet
BAF4E77C5FEE4D12_## = Natalya
BAFD641BAA4F2BF5_## = The Deceiver
BB0652C0B75CFD4C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BB16A2C9A71698AC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BB3A334E7B5E94F9_## = Father conscripted into army
BB500D56E3F3277D_## = Yorn
BB56847541D80705_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BB852B1406D404A1_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
BBA002019B2168DF_## = Few have ever seen him smile.
BBB289A74C019370_## = Tel'Annas
BBD15B544631CE68_## = D'Arcy
BBEC43FA73828534_## = He had bones like steel and muscles like boulders. He was stout,
righteous and agile, with strength that rivaled the gods.\n\nAll centaurs were born
warriors, and Baldum was the most impressive of them all. He was a legend of the
savage eras, not only bearing witness to the beginning and end of the war between
Humans and Afata and the two Darkness Invasions, but also faithfully guarding all
living beings on the Moonlight Plains with his Cosmic Totem.\n\nThe mystical Cosmic
Totem, known to have seen it all from the very birth of the universe, was actually an
Andura Shard, holding the power of time. It was how Baldum remained immortal, never to
decay or die despite all the decades that had passed. However, the Totem's powers
protected Baldum only and no one elseâ€”thus, he was doomed to watch his clan, his
people, depart from the living world one by one through the years, leaving Baldum as
the only centaur in Athanor.\n\nFor a long period, people believed that Baldum was but
an ancient myth, and even most inhabitants of the Elborne Woods were unsure whether
Baldum was still alive. Not until Volkath, the Dark Lord, made his comeback with his
Lokheim army, were the mortals able to truly see him with their very own eyes. He had
his back towards everyone, but seeing him fight his way against the swarms of Lokheim
was enough to raise the morale of all Afata troops, who lived the rest of their lives
with the image of this magnificent warrior engraved in their minds.\n\n"After I buried
my last relative, I ran twelve laps around the crypt according to our clan customs. My
forefathers said that by making the ground quake with our hooves, we would awaken
Mother Earth, who would come call her children home."\n\n"I've been to many funerals
in my lifeâ€”too many, but that was the most lonely one. No clan members ran at my
side, no clan members sang the dirge with me. The whistling wind was my only
companion. That, and the Cosmic Totem in my arms."\n\n"That was when Y'bneth brought
me a gift from the Tree of Dawnâ€”a segment of its roots. I planted it on the burial
grounds of my people, to commemorate the brave battles they had fought."\n\n"Y'bneth
was skilled indeed. It was a mere root then, but he cultivated it into the Verno Woods
we see now."\n\nThrough chatting with Baldum after the battle, people finally learned
more about his tragic past. The "Y'bneth" he mentioned was, in fact, the Ancient
Treefolk who brought the Verno Woods to life. He brought to Baldum not only a gift
from the Tree of Dawn but also a request: for him to head towards the glacial
wildlands to the north of the Moonlight Plains and stand guard over the Abyssal
Fissure near the foot of the sacred Mt. Orpheus.\n\nThat was how Baldum spent the past
thousand yearsâ€”all alone, in the abandoned wildlands, desolate and friendless. At
one point, he nearly forgot that he was once a warrior. With the memory buried deep,
he simply sat there, reminiscing about the good old days when he and his clan members
ran around, laughing, under the orange sunsets. But as soon as the Lokheim showed
signs of abnormal activity and the flames of war neared his homeland, the born warrior
immediately regained the battle instincts that ran deep in his blood.\n\n"These woods
sprouted from land fertilized with the flesh and blood of my clan. Every flower, every
tree, is my family. As long as I am alive and breathing, you dirty wretches shall not
pass!"
BC2ECD199D6986FD_## = When the Fallen invaded, a group of devout followers at the
Temple of Light willingly submitted themselves to Poison Fang, a parasite, becoming
immortal warriors to protect their sacred ground from the Fallen while bearing the
eternal and wicked curse. \n\nThe hosts of Poison Fang cannot be killed, and the
parasite can be passed onto offspring through generations. Natalya, a descendant of
these warriors, also carried the parasite.\n\nWhen one of the tribe fell to insanity
caused by the overwhelming power, the warrior was devoured, and his strength was
absorbed by the rest of the tribe. To fight the external threats, the Temple
quarantined the tribe to breed stronger hosts.\n\nNatalya happened to be the best
descendant the Temple had seen in years. To appease her, the Temple even sent an
emissary with extravagant gifts to her coming-of-age ceremony. What they did not know
was that Natalya had grown tired of the humiliating quarantine and did not want to see
her tribe falling insane.\n\n"I will bear all the sins!" She devoured her entire tribe
during the ceremony to end their cursed destiny. The head of the emissary, hung high
in the temple, showed her determination to break away from the temple, for she knew
very well that the root of the curse is the ambitious Temple.\n\nNatalya faded into
darkness and managed to split from the Poison Fang with curses from the same school of
magic. In exchange, she swore allegiance to Veera. With Poison Fang by her side as a
loyal pet, Natalya held the power to rain destruction in her wake.
BC3136C653945A9D_## = The Gentle Blade
BC575E91E2011F4B_## = Dark Lord Reborn
BC70E888A79F5ED6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BC7B1A934DDD3AAE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
BC7CCE934554B4F2_## = Veda
BC8C4C9FB0B308BF_## = The Stalwart Twins
BC9D02D9601EFFCD_## = Murderous demon
BCD133DE80C1A45F_## = Repay debt to the Cod's Head Tavern
BCF42F3F1068614A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BD1E57962C69C14D_## = Drag Murad along and find an oasis
BD92A5AC206201A9_## = 1 Mar
BDB9050496D6E9FB_## = Hall of Wisdom
BE014CD5FCBD2095_## = Dark Lord Reborn
BE066313DEAFE38E_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
BE0C16969CBD04DB_## = Gildur
BE1DA95A679E1BC7_## = The Monkey King
BE5E414199D13C69_## = Meeting
BE7095EC91B20389_## = World Tree
BEAB2BD2701C077A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BEAB8E3479AE0670_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BEBF8A16782288E9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
BEE937D358B616CB_## = Butterfly wore a dress for the first time when she accompanied
Astrid to a noble banquet. The insolence of Florentino after seeing her dance
awkwardly in her dress has earned him a place on her hit list.
BEEFAE86145C18FD_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
BF03323FDF853E10_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BF03E58871CC19A3_## = The Trinity
BF10EC0970CE3936_## = Swore never to dance again after trying it with Astrid and
stepping on her feet more than a dozen times.
BF411A15C7F0EBA3_## = Iron Mountains
BF4B73C470356A54_## = Afata
BF604469DD261EA4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BF69C4748C99B9CB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
BF8EC58DD41F1D8B_## = The first time Peura saw the wings of Lauriel, she was being
wildly chased by Aleister. In fact, after Aleister defected from the Bright Temple, he
started coveting the Fountain of Light under Lauriel's protection. After all, it was a
key ingredient for his magic experiments. \n\nLauriel fell under siege of the Fallen
and suffered severe injuries. She was left with no other choice but to escape into the
Dark Forest. This is when she encountered the forest guardian, Peura, who lent her a
helping hand.\n\nHowever, Peura had no way to resist the destructive power of
Aleister's magic. In order to prevent Aleister from succeeding, Lauriel handed the
Fountain of Light to Peura and stood her ground so that she may escape. Aleister was
very cunning however. He didn't give them any chance as he dropped thunder on them and
turned them black and blue.\n\n"I will drink this all before I let him succeed!" The
weakened Peura used her last bit of energy to drink the Fountain of Light and the
light energy it contained burst throughout her body. In fact, the overflow of power
even burst forward and healed the prostrate Lauriel before her eyes. With Peura's
help, Lauriel recovered and successfully defeated Aleister.\n\nAfter it was all over,
Lauriel invited Peura to join the Temple of Light, but she politely refused. "I have a
sworn oath to protect the Dark Forest, but visitors from the Bright Temple will always
be considered friends."
BF9824D49F8825A6_## = Baldum
BFA7EC314750AB34_## = Maelstrom
BFB5C01365B8D9DD_## = Murad
BFC8820B2716ACC1_## = Violet's party is attacked by sand bandits in the Eastern
Desert. What would she do?
BFE36DC6910689B3_## = 23 Jun
BFE408D6DE1C76CE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C00DAE8FEFF4EED0_## = My worms will devour every ounce of your flesh.
C010D6D6EF46B7BD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C01F6D176C0821CD_## = The result of nature's laws being warped by Abyssal energies,
C02DC64CBAB8BF89_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C03DFC92ECF96AFC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
C08B51977CF9FFC7_## = Violet and Vanheim fought alongside Murad in the eastern deserts
and became good friends as a result.
C093897106111299_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C0A94FCA5626A669_## = Max
C0D48AEC5B24BEC8_## = Diaochan
C0D8DF161C1022E6_## = Alice
C0FBE3FCA680F511_## = Veda
C142243B17545789_## = Night Ranger
C14F95FDC422CEF3_## = 9 Dec
C15C7DF6BCDB340C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C16C22C41725073F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
C188DF714F3881C0_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
C18E615AB69ACE70_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
C1A9D89ABFB9676F_## = The capital of the Kingdom of Okka, located at the foot of Mt.
Orphean. It is the closest human city to the holy mountain, and the starting point for
Veda pilgrims.
C1B6225EDADD0D6D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
C1B90606807CBB01_## = The hungry will be fed,\nthe cold will be clothed,\nthe injured
will be healed.\nWhat do you seek, protector of Light?
C1E97F1859A790C5_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
C21E761B5EE164C8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C23DB701E6BA63BE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C244C3C796D28F79_## = Nemesis in the Abyss
C24B856C81D7C1BB_## = The honorable defenders of the sanctuary's gate, whose light is
second to none.
C26EE44C26BD349A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C27B3352E0EF55C6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
C27E9E45DB84A404_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C27ECA71A40FF664_## = Hunting Drill
C298AECD49E1FEBB_## = The greatest wonder in the history of mankind, the Great Wall
protects the southern border of Norman from Lokheim invasion. The view from the top of
the wall is said to be spectacular, though casual visitors are not permitted in this
high-security area.
C2BDD6BDB0BC8CCF_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C2DC8D376A9CAE3E_## = Kingdom of Okka
C3265233F01163DC_## = Soul Bond
C327B69236DBB405_## = Yena
C33CB96B1B6685DB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C3B1556E39B8C7D9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C3CB8DDB84E45E31_## = Verno Forest
C42245EDE5C34F58_## = Encounter
C46ADA41DF2FDB51_## = Sephera
C48D1EB666BA2925_## = The Indomitable
C4994AA9675742B5_## = Fennik
C4B12D109B09D8E7_## = "Flowers, women - I desire all that is beautiful."\nAs the sole
heir to the House of Perfume, Florentino's romantic adventures were as well-known as
his lavish balls.\n\nThe people of Casanova spoke of extravagant scenes of great halls
and illustrious guests and their retinues of servants numbering in the hundreds if not
thousands, endless lines of carts bringing fine food to the estate along paths paved
with fresh flowers, and eager noble ladies in their best dresses and jewels.\n\nEven
the common folk benefited from the affair. The flowers that decorated the road were
given out after the party started, filling peasant homes with fresh fragrance for
days, while leftover food was given to the poor and needy, a rare opportunity for them
to put meat on the table.\n\nConsidering the illustrious martial history of the House
of Perfume, Florentino's lavish lifestyle was generally frowned upon. "My stable boy
could beat Lord Florentino with one hand tied behind his back" was a running joke
among high society. And while Florentino garnered praise from those who benefited from
his generosity (or indifference), to many of the common folk he was but a spoiled brat
blessed with more gold than he knows what to do with.\n\nFlorentino himself was
thoroughly unconcerned about such views. From a very young age he knew he was
different from other people. His blood had given him wealth, title and talent,
allowing him the freedom to live life as he pleased, enjoying all that life had to
offer.\n\n"The House of Perfume's wealth and prestige was built upon the genius and
hard work of eleven generations. What better way to honor their wisdom than to show
the world the result of this hard work?"\n\nAs war raged on the frontlines, Florentino
continued to sit comfortably in the rear, enjoying all that life has to offer. Yet the
Duke of Rose did nothing to curb his lavish lifestyle. Florentino had broken no law or
decree. Far from it, his lavish spending drove trade and taxation in the land,
providing the common folk with opportunities for work and luring many to move to
Casanova.\n\nThis allowed the Knights of Rose to enjoy a steady supply line, not just
in arms and food, but in soldiers as well.\n\nAnd so the Duke of Rose turned a blind
eye to Florentino's lifestyle. That is, until Florentino built a grand and majestic
ship, inviting special guests to join him to sail upstream to the mysterious Elborne
Woods in order to see the beauty of the elves for themselves. The ambitious plan drew
the attention of the realm, and every noble considered it an honor to receive an
invitation to board the ship.\n\nEven Astrid, the Duke of Rose's only granddaughter,
joined the trip with her retinue of knights. She thought little of the famously
spoiled young noble, but the war depended on Casanova's stability, and Casanova's
stability depended on Florentino coming back from this trip in one piece.\n\n"Do as I
tell you, and I will make sure your head stays on your shoulders." Those were the only
words Astrid said to Florentino before she turned and walked away. Florentino just
smiled and shrugged. He was always kind and patient with the ladies, especially the
beautiful ones.\n\nThe ship returned after just one month, hardly enough to even reach
the edge of the Elborne Woods. Curious questions followed, of course, but they
received only one response from the noble guests on the trip: determined, absolute
silence. All that people knew was that Astrid returned calmer, steadier, and looking
more mature than she ever had been - and she asked to study with Florentino, in the
most solemn and dignified ceremony possible. "The Madness of Astrid" soon become the
talk of the kingdom.\n\nThere was no explanation until several years later, when the
Okka Kingdom in the north entered into alliance with the Normans in the south. It
turmed out that Florentino's ship had barely entered Okka territory, when they were
attacked by Okka Knights corrupted by the Abyss. When Astrid was injured by an ass
assin in the chaos, it was Florentino who drew his sword and stepped forward,
defeating the assassin and the attacking knights with moves beyond the comprehension
of normal men, saving Astrid's life.\n\nThe guests on the ship looked on in shock at
this side of Florentino that they have never seen or even imagined. To avoid any
possible political implications, all those involved were bound to an oath of absolute
silence. Even so, Astrid's determination to study with him was the source of much
commotion, something that Florentino would much rather have done without. But there
was no denying the request of a lady so beautiful in appearance, yet so fiery and
determined in soul.\n"Well, I never could turn down a beautiful girl!"
C4BF16ED902DCD57_## = Kingdom of Norman
C4C9FDAD0C25C3C6_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
C4CFFEDBDF4EB31F_## = Shh. It's our little secret.
C4D44DB59A962014_## = Dark Lord Reborn
C4F7C3B5CED6B156_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C532CFDA4B73B56A_## = Can fall asleep standing.
C57501C7CAACF6EF_## = Born in a remote border town, Violet was sent to live with her
uncle from a young age. Her relationship with her uncle's family was poor, and by the
age of 10 she had ran away from home, living on the streets, when she was discovered
by an instructor at the Royal Military Academy, becoming its youngest student
ever.\nThe instructor's faith was soon justified, as Violet demonstrated tremendous
talent with firearms, and she also got along well with her fellow cadets thanks to her
egregious nature. When she was 17 she single-handedly held off monsters emerging from
an abyssal rift for hours while on a field trip, earning her the Academy's highest
honor, as well as a lasting friendship with fellow cadet Valhein. She joined the Demon
Hunters after graduation, rising quickly through its ranks to become its highest
commander.\nViolet resigned her position after she was accused of insubordination
while investigating the biggest case of corruption in the Federation's history. She
became a mercenary, but maintained a strong relationship with the Demon Hunters, often
assisting them on dangerous missions or cases where official involvement was
inconvenient.\nOne unremarkable afternoon, Violet was hired by a senator to escort the
senator's daughter to attend the Magic Academy. Little did she know the adventure that
she was about to embark on, or the part she would play in the world's history...
C59034D4BFB16D46_## = D'Arcy Biography
C5C7BB0ADE68305C_## = Afata
C5C8B6483BAB6920_## = Once considered the most desirable bachelor of the Helios
Empire.
C5D35D28E0E1B9A9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C5D597496DC500A9_## = "Wukong, you'll reap what you sow!"\nToro still held a grudge
against Wukong even after of all those years. As the master of Emerald and Rumbling
Mountains, Toro was considered one of the great lords of the world. His strength and
power were evident as he had surpassed Wukong in the Blood Oath of the Beasts without
using any talismans like the magic staff.\nIndeed, Toro once shared a good time with
Wukong, but everything had turned sour since Wukong's journey to the west. Had Wukong
not made the journey, Toro's child would not have become a disciple and his concubine
would still be alive. "We're sworn brothers and we said we would be brothers no matter
what. Why is he always messing with me?â€ Toro lost his mind every time he thought of
the tragic events in his life.\nToro wanted to confront Wukong to set things straight,
but Wukong had become a Buddha upon completing his journey. Toro felt inferior. After
learning that Wukong was heading to Athanor, Toro seized the opportunity and followed
Wukong. He won Afata's trust by revealing his true identity and was looking forward to
the decisive battle with his sworn brother.\nâ€œWhere is that stupid monkey? I'm gonna
teach him a lessonâ€¦ with my fists.â€
C60A31BDFC7BAB11_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C61C60BF4AEF40C7_## = Raz Biography
C6203CCE9279B3E3_## = Located north of Black Rock Redoubt, a stormy and harsh place
inhabited only by the toughest creatures. Rarely does anyone have a reason to visit
this god-forsaken place.
C66E6D39CFC1E772_## = Hayate
C67C3910660150D8_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
C694A1FF2C75F84E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C6A67C8E55644993_## = The Star and the Goddess
C6EEF0227A3F908D_## = The Demon Hunter
C6F1AC17ACEDE7F0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C6FCCB9810D40407_## = Silverwing Castle, capital of the Kingdom of Okka.Arthur stood
at the head of his armies, wearing shining silver armor. Behind him, the standard of
Okka flew proudly. For the flagbearer it was a great honor to carry the silver wings
and red, for it was only flown when the royal house went to war, and to war was Crown
Prince Arthur headed.Fifteen days before, Bishop Galvin delivered a top-secret letter
to him and his father, signed by Ilumia herself, 'inviting' the kingdom's armies to
join the allied forces at the ancient battlefield of the First Lokheim Invasion.The
letter did not reveal whom the foe was, nor did Bishop Galvin say. Still, Arthur
immediately went to muster the Order of Silverwing, for time was of the essence, and
there was not a single moment to waste.His questions were answered three days later,
when the Templar Knights arrived at Silverwing Castle, and he found himself face-to-
face with Seneschal Yorn at the castle's meeting room.Organized after the Order of
Silverwing, the Templar Knights were Veda's most renowned mortal legion, comprising of
eight hundred baptized knights, every one of them among the best warriors to walk
Athanor, equipped with the best armor and weapons, and supported by three thousand
well-equipped veteran men-at-arms, whose skill, discipline and elan were unrivalled.
Every single one of them was a fervent believer, and they would sooner fight until
last man had fallen than to flee from battle, even in the face of desperate odds.The
arrival of the Templars was a source of encouragement for Arthur, but also of concern.
He was glad to have such a powerful ally by his side, but the fact that the Templar
Knight were involved, and that the Archon Yorn saw fit to lead the expedition
personally, meant it was more than mere bandits or heretics that they were dealing
with.Could the demons of Lokheim be on the move?Arthur rememberd that the previous
Templar expedition was sent in response to a disruption in the seal of Shadow Prison,
which had caused demonic creatures from the Abyss to break through and ravage the
foothills of Mt. Orphean. On that occasion the leader of the expedition was Arduin, a
member of the Kingdom of Norman's royal house and a devout believer; no Archon saw the
need to travel with the army personally.With unease brewing in his mind, Arthur met
with Yorn to discuss battle preparations, joined by Bishop Galvin. Fortunately, Yorn
was neither stubborn nor arrogant, nor did he try to fight Arthur for command of the
combined forces. Whether it was Yorn's own humility, or whether it was at Ilumia's
orders, it was a relief for Arthur, for he was confident that he had only one equal in
the land when it came to commanding cavalry, and that person was neither with Veda nor
Lokheim. He had no intention of ceding command to anyone else."Your Highness, the
Templar Knights, the Order of Silverwing, and the assembled forces of the 72 noble
lords are at your command, numbering 16,203 knights in total.""Give the order. We
move." Arthur mounted his horse, the towers of Silverwing Castle behind him, with Mt.
Orphean in the distance.Magister's Council of Carano, Kingdom of Norman."My Lady! A
report from the astrologers of the Tower of the Nine Rings!" Hurried footsteps broke
the calm of night."Calm yourself, Eliza. I already have word from the Great Wall." Two
long, white fingers picked up a parchment and handed it to the visitor. The advent of
paper-making had caused parchment to almost entirely disappear from everyday use, for
they were expensive and time-consuming to make. Now they were only used by a few, and
only for the most important matters.Even in her state of excitement, Eliza quickly
read through the letter and understood its contents. "My Lady, should the High Council
not convene for such an important matter?""How many years have you served under me,
Eliza?" Asked Sephera."...three years, my lady." Taken aback by the sudden question,
it took Eliza a moment to answer."I see, only three years...no wonder you do not know
how things work with the High Council." Sephera turned up the light and pointed to her
desk. "Here is the resolution of the High Council. The honorable High Speaker has
already set out.""Is...is that not against the rules?" Eliza's voice tapered off into
a whisper, knowing full well the friendship between Lady Sephera and the High
Speaker."Rules exist to restrain the strong and protect the weak, Eliza. But the rules
must be bent if the strong are also threatened, for without the strong to uphold them,
the rules are no more than a piece of paper." With a wave, Sephera dismissed
Eliza.When D'Arcy faced Errol in Storm Valley, he sensed a dark power so overwhelming
that he felt entirely powerless before it. He had never felt this way, not even when
he faced his old master Lorion, before he had learned the power of Dimensions. There
were few who could make him feel that way, but he did not recognize any of their
presence at that scene.Narrowly avoiding death only thanks to his Dimensional Portal,
D'Arcy had no choice but to allow Errol and his companions to leave, while he brought
the injured Murad and Yena back to the Great Wall, and wrote to Dirak and Sephera of
his concerns, including the strange happenings that he had noticed since his return to
Athanor, and appearance of an unknown yet extremely powerful figure.D'Arcy could feel
his right arm ache as he wrote, and sensed the strange, unfamiliar power moving
towards the north.
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C71E087FF0C9EF0D_## = Return
C721C30B72DA03D1_## = Sharpshooter
C732B844F8F4CB92_## = Verno Forest
C763C3CDCD794B83_## = The Archmagus
C7964BF3B14E51FD_## = Don't touch my robes, you'll soil them.
C7B129D995BD5D97_## = Lokheim
C7B9404B120C0679_## = Tulen
C7CBC585A5776A21_## = Kazell
C7D151AE679E0F4B_## = 1 Aug
C80E518FB78C3507_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C8229FAE75289D98_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C83D67E3B2C57223_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
C8455C9679407B17_## = "The roar of the storm signals your demise!"\n\nHistory tells of
many heroes who broke free of the constraints of gravity and flew through the air.
However, none of them were ever able to attain the free, unfettered flight of a bird.
The reason for this is Zill, a lethal danger hidden in the seemingly peaceful skies.
The embodiment of the wind element, Zill can not only conjure devastating storms, but
can also form the wind into razor-sharp blades that tear through even the toughest of
enemy defenses.\n\nIn the great war, Zill slaughtered dozens of marauding demons,
earning him fame and admiration throughout the land. His remarkable martial exploits
brought him status and influence. However, no one could understand why he refused the
title of Guardian of the Forest of Shadows. He simply stated that the trappings of
glory are incompatible with his free-spirited nature.\n\n"When you need me, I will
sever the heads of your enemies, tear them limb from limb, and drink their blood. But
the free wind should never be shackled." That was the explanation he gave to Queen
Tel'Annas. His unwavering loyalty and selflessness won the Queen's respect and trust.
Before entering her slumber, she awarded Zill the right to exercise free will.
Although this did not require him to undertake any specific duties, it allowed him
complete access to the collective resources of the Forest of Shadows.\n\nFollowing
this episode, Zill gradually faded from the public's attention. Other than the elf
Krixi who occasionally sensed his presence, no one else saw any trace of him. For a
time, people completely forgot all about the hero who ruled the skies in the days of
old. However, on the day of the Queen's awakening, Zill was the first to return to her
side. For a thousand long years, Zill had given up the freedom he so desired to keep a
silent vigil over the slumbering Tel'Annas. This was his way of repaying the
unconditional trust she had placed in him.\n\n"My blades will cut through any
obstacle!"
C8A60790E1527B16_## = Blue
C8B904B28F7BABAF_## = Magic Academy
C8CA36DFAE139250_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C8EBBE8A377B5050_## = Likes to boast about his exploits to anyone who would believe
it, which is no one.
C90B122774F6BDBE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C90D84C9710B0A83_## = Natalya
C9139BA897FC826F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
C91E7911BCD43461_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
C97259F0A88B256F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
C98245DE5A31FB7C_## = Hayate
C9DF9A70728A2B9C_## = 178cm
C9E08197B416B8E2_## = The Elegant
CA357FF3324375CD_## = Thane doesn't like it when I sneak out of the palace, but I
don't care. Let's go and have an adventure!
CA5CFB123A916264_## = Lives a frugal, spartan lifestyle.
CA8602CB184FA154_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
CA8A857EC5CCC66F_## = I have no interest in the thoughts of vermin.
CA9A65C79445DD57_## = Afata
CA9AB93DBED32F40_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
CAB3CEBAE2D95FCC_## = Culture and education
CAF28077C88D740B_## = The Firecracker
CB00809BBC103EEA_## = Linking the Kingdom of Norman with the Federation of the Free,
Montes has long been a prosperous trading port. As the threat to the kingdom grew,
Montes' role as a naval port has also become increasingly important.
CB036EC8ED415E6D_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
CB6613ADD9794DA7_## = Alice was the youngest maiden to ever serve in the temple, which
was why she was allowed to refuse work and spend her days frolicking with all manner
of innocent creatures. The other maidens doted on her, akin to a mother's love for her
child.\n\nAs childlike and innocent as she was, the word "fear" was not understood by
her. Even in the presence of the temple leader, she did not hold back her
playfulness. The smile that she shared with everyone from the bottom of her heart
never failed to win people over.\n\nBut it would be foolhardy to underestimate her
because of her kindhearted nature. When the Fallen invaded, Alice left the temple and
joined the resistance. Her participation, skill, and magic, greatly bolstered the
army's combat strength. With her outstanding contribution, Alice received the title of
"the Princess".\n\n"Don't get on the wrong side of this little princess."\n\nThis
warning was always wise to bear in mind. Indeed, all of the enemies that Alice
defeated serve to underpin this advice, further proving her prowess. If you were
fortunate enough to witness Alice during battle, you would be amazed at how one so
small can unleash such a godly force with cataclysmic effects.\n\n"There is no bravery
without fear!"
CB7FB78147CA0EEA_## = She had to practice her dance skills for many years to be
accepted into the Temple.
CB802639F3FFD74E_## = "Peace or war? That is the question."\n\nThe birth of this
weapon was juxtaposed with the capability of destroying all weapons. It was unclear
whether or not Omega was created to wage wars or to end them.\n\nHis existence and the
contradictions his abilities possess had captivated and fascinated gods and mortals
alike. Omega was one of a kind. It belonged to no specific realm or civilization, yet
it possessed intelligence, self-awareness, controlled behavior, and a natural instinct
to wage war. Theories suggested that Omega was part of an ancient, powerful, and
mysterious civilization that proceeded all civilizations and divine realms of the
present. Yet he was the only living proof of it, and was alienated by this world
because of it.\n\nThe intrigue of Omega's origins were not important, for the more
pressing issue was its abilities and their contrasting connotations. Omega's
compulsion to wage war and his prowess in battles had led suspicions to rise among the
gods. They had every reason to doubt by which method Omega was created to end all
wars.\n\n"Violence for violence, war for war!"
CBAB16F9D2F3CB40_## = Okka Prince
CC27043B6056DA55_## = Kingdom of Norman
CC44F83418BA6E16_## = Located on the border between Verno Forest, the Kingdom of Okka,
and the Federation of the Free, the Moonlit Plains acts as a buffer zone between the
three powers. Many nomadic tribes dwell here.
CC7909D2F0836B3B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
CC85A2E284BD7FFB_## = Enzo
CC8978E2DE8D0EF2_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
CCF121B913C2E0D6_## = Batman has become a symbol of dark justice that hangs over
Gotham City. Born into wealth as Bruce Wayne, he witnessed his parents murdered in
front of him as a boy. This tragedy transformed his entire existence, reshaping him
into the consummate crime-fighter. \n\nWayne traveled the world for a decade, training
his mind and body relentlessly, pushing himself to the limits of human capacity, all
in preparation of donning the mantle of the caped crusader. His years of tremendous
effort have left him as not only the world's greatest detective, but with a physical
prowess that has yet to be bested by any foe.\n\nAs Batman, he has consistently been
forced into battle in an array of alternate worlds, dimensions and universes. And it
was through a bruising encounter with Zephys that Batman pieced together the existence
of Athanor. Zephys collided into Earth, bringing with him a power of unimaginable
magnitude. He had come to subdue the earth and build a new world. One that would be
subjugated by Athanor and be forced to provide fresh troops for its eternal
war.\n\nDuring the tumult, Batman found himself chasing Zephys, passing through
countless worlds and fragments of time. Finally catching up to him, Batman sought to
end Zephys' dark plot right then and there. However, he just could not find an opening
to end the fight. Suddenly, the hero Valhein appeared, under orders from Thane, to
investigate the strange rumblings of doom. With his aid, Batman finally beat back
Zephys and temporarily banished him back to his realm.\n\n"Traveler, welcome to
Athanor." Valhein whispered in a deep, but urgent voice. Batman felt drawn towards
this mysterious new land, to understand just what sort of role it would play in his
destiny. Stepping into the light, he found himself in Thane's court. The resplendent
king sat high above the rest as a gloomy pall hung over the room. He thanked the Dark
Knight for subduing Zephys and handed him a shining gem, a fragment of Andura.\n\nUpon
touching the gem, Batman experienced a vision of fire and despair. Gotham lay in
ruins, consumed by flames that licked the air. Its inhabitants were being led towards
the darkness in chains. The old and feeble were disposed of. The young and strong were
ripped away from their loved ones and cowed. And above all of this sat a malevolent
shadow that seemed to glow brighter than the very flames swallowing the city. Then, at
the snap of its immaterial fingers, the light extinguished, and life existed no
more.\n\nBatman stood unmoving, transfixed in the horror. "This isn't real, is it?"
were his only words. This must be some sort of trick. However, the solemn shake of
Thane's head and his mournful eyes, brought ice into the Dark Knight's veins. Thoughts
raced through Bruce's mind. What is this madness? What is this despair? Thane finally
spoke "It is what will come to pass, if we sit idle." He continued, "The Andura
fragment you hold must be returned whole. It has the power to create, and a
devastating power to destroy. It matters not where your world lies in time and space,
all is connected to Athanor."\n\nAnd with that, Batman felt himself hurdled back to
Gotham, to ponder the choices that lay ahead. Then with quiet and steeled
determination, he fought. With Lucius and Alfred's aid, he modified his armaments to
prepare himself for the coming battle. His friends worried about him. They were unsure
of the threats lying in wait for Bruce. But as we all know from experience, never
underestimate the Batman.
CCFE8681FB557713_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
CD2B151B348B25B3_## = The proud rulers of Athanor, the creators and protectors of
order, who sweep away the darkness.
CD32FD1180B3A29D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
CD6C5074F0ACDE3F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
CD715270BC32A07C_## = Cresht
CD745D6AA8098D9D_## = Has the wind called you to me?\nBeneath the stars, above the
sands,\nwe sing a song of travel together.
CDC4838A70B632B1_## = Morning Star
CDF3A97F9F206328_## = â€œLeo, do you think I'm stubborn?â€ \n\nFeeling the warmth from
the lion cub, Arum finally calmed down. As unhappy as she was about the arranged
marriage, running away from it might have brought more trouble and grief to her
father. Exhausted both mentally and physically, she finally fell asleep in the forest,
a place she called home, next to Leo, whom she trusted with her life.\n\nTen years
ago, Arum arrived in Tamuq with her father Varian, who took a position as a guard. He
climbed the ranks swiftly, and was soon awarded a General position by the Federal
Council. Life did not remain peaceful, however. The conflict between the Federation
and the Verno Woods escalated and Tamuq, a small town unfortunately located smack on
the border, became the ideal location for both factions to duke it out.\n\nArum could
be thoughtful and understanding when she wanted to, and she knew how much pressure her
father was under. But how could she throw away her love for the Verno Woods, where she
met and saved sweet little Leo, and the guardian pact she had sealed with the spirit
beasts of the Lion Clan, just to support her father? Many had, in fact, shown
hostility towards Arum because of her extraordinary past and fence-sitting
positionâ€”people are extra sensitive nowadays after all. If not for Varian's
unblemished reputation, perhaps Arum would have already been thrown into jail for
colluding with the enemy.\n\nWith the town on the brink of war, Varian forced Arum to
wed Rahms. It was for her own protection, Arum knew, as her father didn't expect to
come out alive from the battle between the two races, and the only way to keep her
safe was to make her the wife of Rahms, the only eligible bachelor with noble blood in
Tamuq. Once wed to Rahms, Arum would gain all immunities exclusive to the nobility and
could no longer be targeted by the public's accusations. This would give her a safer
and brighter future, even if Rahms wasn't exactly the nicest and most blameless man
out there.\n\nHowever, now that Arum has run away, Varian's elaborate plans have gone
to waste and the townspeople were rapidly losing their trust in him. They believed he
orchestrated this in order to give his daughter the opportunity to flee into the Verno
Woods. â€œShameless traitor,â€ the enraged townies cried. They finally decide to
imprison Varian, who was burdened with too much guilt to try and justify his
actions.\n\nArum was distressed--too distressed. In the end she snuck back to town and
returned home to find that her father was no longer thereâ€”only guards awaited, faces
impassive. After learning her father has been sent to prison, Arum surrendered under
one condition: that she was to be placed in the same cell as her father. The guards
ended up letting her have her way, as she was, after all, the daughter of the once
highly esteemed Varian.\n\nArum reunited with her father in prison. No longer a stoic
and majestic general, Varian looked gaunt and listless. Arum heard her own heart break
several times over.\n\nâ€œMy child, why have you returned? They...they'll send us both
to the gallows!â€ \n\nâ€œI'm so sorry, Father. You wouldn't have been here if not for
my stubbornness and selfishness,â€ Arum sobbed, kneeling in front of her father and
lamenting her thoughtless actions.\n\nâ€œNo, I'm the one who's at fault. If I hadn't
forced you to get married, you wouldn't have-â€ \n\nâ€œFather, no more crying! Trust
me, I'll get you out of here!â€ \n\nCold determination overtook Arum's dainty
features. This was the first time she has ever summoned her powers, limitless powers
she had inherited from the spirit beasts. Her whole demeanor changed. Out of the void,
savage spirit beasts appeared at her feet, radiating danger, dark gazes piercing.
Varian had long known his daughter's ties with the Woods, but never did he realize
that she was capable of controlling such incredible, mystic powers. \n\nWithin a few
seconds, all powers bestowed by the spirit beasts had manifested on Arum, making her
the new Guardian of the Lions. Arum was now a member of the Woods, and therefore no
longer a human. Arum had never attempted to activate her powers, not knowing how to
explain them to her father, but drastic times call for drastic measures. She needed
power to break out of the prison, to defeat all in her way, and to save her precious
father!\n\nâ€œSpirits of all Beasts, the time has come to fight back!â€
CE3E178DC5289C84_## = Mt. Orphean
CE4E222E378AF655_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
CE7174DF8151F1E8_## = Marja once resented Volkath for abandoning her to suffer in the
Shadow Prison. But as she adapted to the dark power within her, she began to
understand Volkath, and would do anything for him, come what may.
CE962591A28C85BB_## = I smell fruit in the air. Is this for me? Great, I'll fight with
you.
CE9E2EC9AC037640_## = Kingdom of Norman
CEC0AAFA7FF41F8A_## = Cannot resist the furry and fluffy
CEEF338BB460B2A8_## = Death's Whisper
CEF4EC1FD1F27CE9_## = Keeps a travel journal.
CF58403BEE60B23D_## = Afraid of high heels from all the times he's been stepped upon
by Mina.
CF7483F5373D35DD_## = Epilogue
CF78B5DFF59EC8BE_## = Eva Biography
CFC7A9E99740671E_## = Slimz
CFCC4A1D3C1C600C_## = Afata
CFCD65F57FF325A5_## = Pollen allergy
CFD30B84B5C99312_## = A comrade in magic! Let us practice by the seaside, in Seasoul
Town's dawn rays.
CFE9AA79E375852D_## = Ishar
CFED9223EF736776_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
CFFA5D1F631DCDB0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D013479175C0DE8A_## = Butterfly
D016C5979BE52389_## = In additional to being a Veda inquisitor, what else is Enzo?
D0285704D835C149_## = Kingdom of Norman
D02B785C8448B1DE_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D05F8D405C2F1168_## = Ah, the nourishment of fresh souls...
D075030A22269A51_## = Kriknak
D0F7A5B900E7B7A6_## = 180cm
D0FDC5FCD56CD01D_## = In her youth she traveled the eastern desert alone, witnessing
the hardships of the people.
D12D4DD9764D6146_## = Lord of Lokheim
D13B59854C843B7A_## = Leveraging the elves' duty to the World Tree, Ilumia has tied
Afata's fate to Veda's. Though Tel'Annas has her reservations about working with Veda,
she is in no position to refuse the alliance.
D179AD424A14C42B_## = Zill
D17CA00722A313EB_## = The roar of the storm signals your demise!
D18F2D0623361695_## = Mercenary Guild
D1A8DC17A13C8E71_## = The Protector
D1BD374B7CC39FE6_## = Dark Lord Reborn
D1C608DCBC91653C_## = Lindis
D2162BF4D913061C_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
D22475A191513A25_## = The Gunner
D235D20AAE9D17CF_## = 22 Aug
D249D99935033591_## = Afata
D269324F8ECBCBD1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D2F07EB98494F562_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D30B865D2DAA8EFC_## = An above-ground fortress south of the Great Wall, connected
directly to the undercities, the most important surface stronghold of Lokheim. Black
Rock Redoubt has no permanent lord; it is supervised by several Corrupted lords who
rotate through the position.
D31E908476FD00E7_## = Having his wings severed by Airi hurt Maloch's pride far more
than it hurt his flesh. He swears he will have her head cut off as retribution.
D362C2FC7887CB1E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D36E09151F673DBA_## = Feels that women are always such trouble.
D3982A4C8241C78E_## = Aleister Biography
D3A26433CBFB52E7_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
times
D3AB23929217EF82_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
D3CA16C7C64BC0DD_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
D3E08ED41964430B_## = Veres
D3EB0BD2C65C9357_## = Her world has two types of people: Those who like her, and those
who love her.
D40F43F34CA2EEA3_## = Dark Lord Reborn
D4165978552E9BE1_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
D43DE895D2A01871_## = "Blast these bugs! Is there no end to them?" Murad angrily swung
his blade, driving his tormentors away, but only for a moment. "Can't a man get some
sleep around these parts?""My dear prince, I should have no problem sleeping if you
complain a little less," answered Yena coldly.The armies of Lokheim passed into
Sunfall Valley several days ago, and Shadow Worms littered the area outside. The
sensible had long fled the area to seek refuge elsewhere, but D'Arcy with Murad and
Yena penetrated deep into the region, following in Volkath's footsteps.Then, a third
voice spoke. "Accept the Holy Light, and it will protect you from darkness."Murad
glared at the speaker. "Give it a break, Enzo. That girl next to you doesn't seem
bothered, and she doesn't have the slightest speck of holy light in her."A small rock
struck the tree which Murad lay against. Yena was apparently none too pleased with
Murad's comment.Murad licked his lips and said no more. In a way he envied the two of
them, for the worms seemed to avoid them.Yena was an acolyte of the Temple - on the
surface, at least - so it was not all that unusual that she would have a trick or two
up her sleeves. This man Enzo, who claimed to be from Veda, likely had the protection
of some blessing too.Wait till the matters at hand are resolved and D'Arcy repaired
the Artifacts of Time, thought Murad. Then he would have his share of divine
blessings!His thoughts restless, Murad took another peek at Enzo. As much as he hated
to admit it, the man was objectively charming, warm and friendly but always a little
distant, which only served to pique one's curiosity and interest. These thoughts he
dared not mention to Yena, for he was loathe to discuss the Enzo with her for some
reason that he could not put into words.Murad thought back to the battle at Storm
Valley. He remembered D'Arcy's mastery over Dimensional Magic, and he was sure that
not even Azzen'Ka was a match for D'Arcy in a duel. Yet some dark power utterly
overpowered even D'Arcy's magic, shattering the already-formed spell and causing a
major warp in the fabric of space. Would he be here now, if the Artifacts of Time did
not protect him from the worst of the effects?And then there was the ninja of few
words, and the twin spear-wielding demon of many words, both of them opponents beyond
his current skill.It was a big world beyond the desert.Enzo sensed Murad's eyes on
him, but showed no reaction. Even in the black night he could tell the well-hidden
jealousy in Murad's eyes, as he had seen from others from time to time.And what of it?
Was there anything that mattered to him, other than the will of his goddess, and prey
to be hunted?The war about to unfold before their eyes? Perhaps.The scouts of the
Templar Knights had penetrated Sunfall Valley and made contact with Enzo. At the
scout's suggestion Enzo joined up with D'Arcy. Lokheim patrols were about, and there
was safety in numbers.There was another reason - D'Arcy carried the mark of the dark
lord, and at least part of Enzo's job was to keep an eye on him, in case this became a
problem. Veda and the Magisters' Council had long been at odds, and though they might
temporarily set their differences aside against a common enemy, they would never trust
each other fully.The next morning.Having rested for the night, the Templar Knights and
Order of Silverwing resumed their journey for Sunfall Valley. Scouts reported
widespread destruction for dozens of miles around, the work of ravenous Shadow Worms;
in particular, the last stretch of road into the valley was all but ruined, leaving
behind only a quagmire littered with fallen trees, making troop movement all but
impossible.Not all news was ill, though. They also reported that a mage had prepared a
dimensional portal for them, enough to bring several thousand elites into the valley
to establish a spearhead.Arthur could not help but feel a sense of foreboding as he
had never felt as he surveyed his army. This was no ordinary demon host they were
facing. Maloch, Veera, Marja - the greatest and most terrifying lords of Lokheim were
all gathered here, and there were even rumors of the dark shadow of the demon lord
Volkath, long thought to be dead.Before Arthur left Silverwing Castle he went through
three trials of willpower set by Bishop Galvin. He knew now the purpose of those
trials, for simply the prospect of walking into battle and facing these demons was
terrifying enough to break a lesser men. The Templars were here for more than just
their martial prowess - every bit of their fanatic devotion would be called upon just
to hold the battle lines together.Not all was dire, however. Arthur looked up, and saw
lightning flash across the sky. The most powerful of the Archons, Tulen, Lord of the
Throne of Thunder, was here also."It seems even Her Holiness could miscalculate." Enzo
frowned as he looked at the massive host in the valley below."It matters not. The fish
has bitten. It is now or never," answered Klaus, the Order of Silverwing's attendant
priest, and the coordinator of Arthur's armies.There had been several raids by Lokheim
on the allied camp in the valley, but they were beaten back decisively by the elite
knights. After that Lokheim did not try to probe them again, instead retreating
further into the valley and utterly stuffing the narrow passage. It was not so much
the enemies in front that concerned Klaus, but the pillar of ominous light that shot
towards the sky behind the impenetrable wall of flesh.Lokheim had moved faster and
more decisively than Ilumia expected, and the convergence of dark energy was
interfering with her divine powers.
D43EF1BBD418BE69_## = Forest Friends
D44295FB11A2C6DC_## = Maelstrom
D460CEAB332BF866_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D4792B78D5A2C7A3_## = "We might not be able to take care of the problem, but we can
take care of the person who brought it up."\n\nPeople may have forgotten that
Aleister, the infamous crook, was once a candidate for the Temple of Light. With Yorn
the Hotshot, they were hailed as the Sons of Light at the time and had the most
potential to be fully inducted into the Temple. Despite Aleister's intelligence, he
didn't possess a strong will and he fell into the darkness due to Veera's
charm.\n\nThough on a different note, Aleister's brilliance had a huge impact on the
war. His endless tricks and traps helped the Fallen to defeat the resistance forces
time after time.\n\nTo eliminate the master think tank behind the dark power, Yorn
left glory behind and led an elite team deep into enemy territory to assassinate
Aleister. His near-perfect plan was foiled by Aleister, who turned the tables on him
and nearly trapped him in the abyss forever.\n\n"Are you smart enough to go up against
me?"
D47D5CDF015F610B_## = Wonder Woman Biography
D48B716260ACFF30_## = The Clown Prince of Crime
D4AA988F91333056_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
D4BDDE8B087E6E9C_## = "Glory to God."\nXeniel had a strong body and a resilient mind.
As a pious disciple, Xeniel was absolutely loyal to the Holy Hall. His unwavering
devotion drew the attention of Ilumia the Goddess, who assisted him in becoming the
head of the clergy.\n"Everything is the God's will, and I'm honored to accept His
command." Despite occupying such a powerful post, Xeniel was always humble and
regarded the Goddess' orders as absolute. He wielded the Hammer of Penance, which
served as a warning to all blasphemers; and he carried the Oracle of Enlightenment,
spreading the God's words to the people. Within the Holy Hall, Xeniel's diligence and
devoutness were unparalleled. For this, Ilumia awarded him the Six Wings, representing
light and power.\nXeniel's achievements were beyond Ilumia's expectations. During the
dark invasions, Maloch and his legion of demons stormed the Holy Hall set on the
mountaintop. Ilumia, in hopes of turning the tides of battle, appeared to boost the
morale of her army in person. Lying in wait, Zephys and Nakroth took the opportunity
to launch a surprise attack and ambush Ilumia, hoping to destroy her.\nXeniel,
spreading his six wings, descended from the sky and rescued Ilumia in the nick of
time. His brawny physique withstood the attacks of Zephys and Nakroth. Although Xeniel
was injured by numerous blades and projectiles, he stood tall and firm with his wings
drenched in blood. The demon legion was taken aback by Xeniel's resilience and their
attack halted, giving Airi the chance to ride out on her own and forge the legend of
cutting off the demon's wings.\nAfter the battle, word of Xeniel's bravery spread
across the continent and he became the Commander of Holy Hall, the same position as
Yorn the Hotshot.\n"Darkness has reached its end. Let the holy light shine on our
land!"
D4D552CF11DF9E34_## = Temple acolyte, member of the Revolutionaries
D512252FF235D3A0_## = Sunfall Valley
D51A5A3114823277_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D52DB3BCDF187039_## = Time and space are one, the beginning, and the end.
D5412EBC2A6AC5BF_## = A kindred soul, for an exile like me?\nThe path is long, and
someday we may part.\nBut here and now, we are comrades, our fates entwined.\n
D579A9EC752355E8_## = Frightening Scientist
D5B40F5F17364EEB_## = Rourke Biography
D5B54105F881A006_## = Mysterious painter
D5DC6630161720FF_## = Batman
D5F5AA9AD13E6F2C_## = Kazell
D607B17EA4CC9B6F_## = His favorite drink is the black ale of Cod's Head Tavern, not
far from the barracks.
D60C82FEBB63BEB1_## = Wind, formless, unbound. Wind mages have always had an important
role in battle - from scouting ahead to assassination to monitoring a battle from the
skies, good generals know well the value they bring.\n\nFor apprentice wind mage
Annette, however, all this was very, very far away. Setting aside the fact that she
was a gentle soul with little appetite for war, her skill to harness wind magic or the
lack thereof was troubling her greatly. Her grades in theoretical classes were
outstanding, for she combined a sharp and disciplined mind with endless curiosity for
the unknown.\n\nPractical lessons, however, were another matter entirely. A semester
came and went, and she had yet to successfully cast even the simplest spell. Annette's
anxiety grew as she saw her instructors' increasingly crestfallen frown, and her peers
moving on to more and more advanced spells.\n\nNor was it for lack of trying. Outside
of class Annette spent virtually every waking moment in the library, digging through
all the books written for magic beginners she could find. Her instructors arranged
extra lessons for her and gave her permission to use the training grounds after hours,
and still her efforts failed to bear fruit.\n\nThere are three stages to casting a
magic spell: meditation, infusion, and discharge. Meditation is the process of forming
the spell in one's mind, the magical patterns that shape and direct mana. Infusion is
the process of filling these patterns with mana from the environment and forming a
connection to wield it. Finally, discharge is directing this mana in a specific
direction or for a specific purpose, using the appropriate incantation.\n\nAnnette's
difficulty was with the final step. She could get as far as infusing the magical
patterns with mana, but the process drained her so much that she no longer had the
willpower to direct the mana in a cohesive form during the incantation process,
resulting in a spell that was subpar at best, or outright fizzled at worst.\n\nAnd she
tried many things to solve her problem - extended meditation to strengthen her will,
long hours of incantation practice to ensure that her pitch, diction and rhythm were
flawless.\n\n"Why doesn't anything work?" It was long past midnight, and the library
was empty except for Annette, who wondered to herself as she stared at the massive
pile of books laid before her that failed to guide to on the right path.\n\n"It's
because you do not truly understand what magic is." Suddenly Annette heard a voice,
warm yet refreshingly clear, which woke the young mage from her musings. She looked up
and saw a tall, stately woman in a blue dress standing before her. The woman's face
was beautiful, youthful, but her eyes had a depth to it that belied her youthful
appearance. The kindness in them was vast and irresistible, immeasurable as the
sea.\n\nAnnette hesitated as she looked up uneasily. The woman smiled encouragingly.
Finally Annette opened her mouth and asked, "...what should I do?"\n\n"Tell me, child
- what is magic?" The woman answered Annette's question with a question.\n\n"Magic is
the supernatural power wielded by mages. Mages form magical patterns in their mind,
then infuse the patterns with mana, and finally discharge it for a specific purpose or
at a specific target," answered Annette.\n\nThe woman nodded. "A textbook answer. But
it proves no understanding, other than that you have memorized the textbook's
definition and are able to recite it from memory."\n\nAnnette hung her head, knowing
that she failed to answer the question in the way the woman wanted. Seemingly not
noticing Annette's reaction, the woman continued, "Perhaps it's time to reassess our
curriculum. To use magic successfully, you must forget what you have learned in the
books. Forget dead words written on unliving pages; go out into the world, and see
what living, breathing magic is truly like."\n\n"But..."\n\n"Surprised?" The woman
smiled. "Magic is not slave to the mage. The more you try to force it against its
nature, the more it will resist."\n\n"Then what do I do?"\n\n"Make friends with magic,
my child." The woman swept across the desk before Annette with a finger, leaving
behind a trail of blue like a flowing river. "Fire is passionate and impetuous. Wind
is agile and flexible. Earth is calm and steady. Water is flowing and undulating.
Thunder is fierce and angry. Every school of magic has its own character.
Understanding them and respecting them is key to fostering a good relationship, so
that they will help you when you need them."\n\n"How do I do it?"\n\n"Unshackle your
mind. Let the elements run free in your mind . Observe without undue interference.
Understand them, and the rest will come naturally."\n\n"...thank you. I'll try my
best." Annette bowed deeply. The woman nodded, and with one last smile turned and
disappeared back into the dark library. Annette closed her eyes and began to meditate.
She did not notice that the air around her finger tips had begun to stir, forming tiny
little winds that soon began to dance around her like playful children...
D627223137D5B779_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D6A2F31093FA96D7_## = Deeply resentful towards the wealthy noble class of the old
empire - such as Murad.
D6A724414180C549_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
D6BE96FA35DE7429_## = I'll work doubly-hard today!
D6F3863BFD811338_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D6F5B7B24C37A70A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
D6FAE5B4D759D991_## = Sunfall Valley
D710C4946261EB17_## = 15 Apr
D731260D5E2CE17A_## = Murad once fought with Violet and her Demon Hunters on the
eastern front. They are good friends, though Violet can annoy Murad to no end.
D74288871F8A04A1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
D75BDA631BF2EE7D_## = The soul lives on, even beyond death.
D7838A4647AC2CCD_## = Lokheim Contact
D78B7560B710F542_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D78E2DCEAEA97FF8_## = A small fishing town in the eastern part of Norman troubled by
storms, until the arrival of Annette brought peace and prosperity.
D78E9F0A0693AEF7_## = The Flash Biography
D7A75F0F67D6A9DE_## = You have inspired me like the Holy Light cuts through the dark
night. For you I shall offer my finest work.
D7B4F4C7ADC56AF6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D7D5B44DF71BDDC8_## = All I want to be is like the seagull, flying freely in the sea's
breeze. Will you take my hand and feel the breath of Seasoul Town?
D7E6E250126E23D3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D843325355726CFC_## = Zephys
D84A235EAA3DB8F4_## = Mist Island, Ancestral Temple.A swift figure darted through the
night under the cover of darkness."Old tree fifteen paces ahead to the left...thirty
paces beyond is the pond. Go upstream to ten yards outside the pavillion..."Hayate had
long memorized the landmarks, and he found his way easily towards the Dragon Tower,
where the Pact of Light was held. The Ancestral Temple was forbidden to all but the
ruling clan, but today Hayate had help, and he was able to fool the seals and
enchantment that should have detected the intruder. As for the frequent patrols,
Hayate relied on his training and experience to elude them.Hayate had planned this for
years, and he was prepared for everything. Without any trouble or incident, he was
soon standing at the doors of Dragon Tower.That was too easy, Hayate thought. The
elders of the ruling clan had grown soft and weak, forgetting the pride that ran in
their blood. While there were promising youngsters like Airi, Hayate felt it was
imperative that the chains that shackled their blood be severed, so that his people
can once again be free.Mist Island was the gateway to Mount Orphean. The ancient
dragon that created the island entered into a pact with Archmage Edras to protect Veda
for eternity.Having inherited the blood of the dragon, Hayate was also bound by the
same pact. He and his fellow ninjas of Mist island were destined from birth to fight
the enemies of Veda, whether it was abyssal jungle creeps for the deepest part of the
ocean, or pirates driven by demonic seduction.Yet Veda always seemed to take the
ninjas' sacrifices as granted. This was why Hayate grew disillusioned with Veda - his
people protected Veda's glory with their blood and their lives, yet they received
nothing in return, not even a little respect.Hayate would earn that respect.The Dragon
Tower had ten floors, each of which was protected by special enchantments.On the
first, the Seal of Willpower, which denied those who were weak of mind.On the second,
the Seal of Blood, which denied those who did not share the pure blood of the ruling
clan.This was where Hayate should have been stopped, but the potion that he received
from Mganga elevated the purity of his blood, which was enough to fool the defenses,
and he passed without incident.On the third, the Seal of Courage, which denied those
who were lacking in courage and determination.On the fourth, the Seal of Unity, which
denied those whose mind and body were not one.The potion not only increased the purity
of Hayate's blood, it also greatly strengthened his body and mind. With his goal in
sight, Hayate felt more alert and awake than ever.On the fifth, the Seal of
Perception, which denied those whose senses were not sharpened to be finer than a
knife's edge.On the six, the Seal of Insight, which denied those lacking in the powers
of observation and deduction.Having passed through the sixth seal, Hayate drank the
last of the potion. These trials were meant to test the future leaders of the ninjas,
weeding out those who had even the slightest weakness in any area. Already Hayate's
skills compared favorably to the very best among those who had lead the ninjas
throughout their history, and even he found the trials to be difficult and exhausting.
But he could not turn back now. And even if he could, he would not think of it.Three
more floors.On the seventh, the Seal of Clarity, which denied those who had doubt and
misgiving in their heart.On the eighth, the Seal of Strength, which denied those who
were feeble in body.On the ninth, the Seal of Enlightenment, which denied those who
were not one with the Way.Hayate dispelled the ninth seal, but soon felt his knees
buckle and he almost fell from the stairs. The three final trials tested mind and
body in ways far beyond the first six, and Hayate felt as though he had just
experienced a thousand lifetimes, tasting every single one of life's hardships and
sufferings.He took a deep breath, felt his senses come back to him, and reached down
to his belt. Hidden there was the nail of an ancient demon lord, which had been washed
in the lava of the abyss, and engraved with complex arcane inscriptions.This would be
his weapon for severing the Pact of Light.The stairs to the top of Dragon Tower lay
before Hayate, and he approached with caution. Even Hayate's tireless research did not
yield any information on what lay beyond. The only thing that he could be sure what
was that it was more difficult and dangerous than anything that he had encountered so
far.In the span of a hundred steps, Hayate had dispelled thirty-six hidden
enchantments. Unlike the defensive seals of the first nine floors, these enchantments
were not simply designed to repel and reject - they were designed to kill, and one
wrong move would bring Hayate's journey to an abrupt end.Hayate navigated all the
difficulties and challenges with guile worthy of a master ninja. But there was one
flaw in his plan. He was not born into the direct lineage, but an impostor, one who
masked the impurity of his Dragon blood with voodoo medicine and forbidden magic to
gain entry to Dragon Tower. As the last enchantment was dispelled, the effect of the
potion began to wear off, and the change in his blood drew the Dragonâ€™s ire."Who
dares trespass on this forbidden ground?"Blue and white light filled the tower, runes
of light igniting before Hayate's very eyes. The alarmed cries outside the tower told
Hayate that a decade of planning had come to naught.Even so, he would not be so easily
foiled. He still had the demon nail in his hand â€“ his one chance at turning the
tables.Having made his resolve, Hayate stood up from his crouched sneaking position,
and not even the enchantments of the tower could keep him down. The piercing pain in
his palm and the raging power of darkness buffeted his soul, so powerful that they
burned away the blue and white light that bound him. He could move again.With tired
but purposeful steps Hayate walked towards the pact. Dark energies converged towards
Hayate's fingertips, to the demon nail that he held in his hand, covering his entire
right arm in darkness.
D890246D0A3E3B00_## = Primal Night
D8A093749A00D0C1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
D8B6B0B268685EFB_## = Join my banquet of death and slaughter!
D8BDDD14A5F8704E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D8CD505E2C4D1851_## = Ishar Biography
D8E4C8CAC01BCEB2_## = Skud Biography
D8F9797E37C9FE2A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D936A34F38BC1EA2_## = TeeMee
D95A7DEB19D40F9E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D9644A958242E0E5_## = Destruction is the only beauty. All who disagreed have joined
the collection of heads on his wall.
D9656BF95F402008_## = I walk between many worlds.
D977DBFDD3D7F5B2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
D987084BF516ACEB_## = Ruled by a branch of the Kingdom of Norman's royal family, the
fertile territory of Moulin is also the kingdom's political, economic and cultural
center.
D9AD0AA66D800638_## = The Wanderer
D9EF4374C484A57C_## = Kingdom of Norman
D9FE3E7B604F0AD3_## = Annette Biography
DA25DB963A1EADAE_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
DA386984C9074A91_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DA53871AE9EA2724_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
DA7AE4FCCA4FD675_## = Also has a soft spot for cute young girls.
DA7E8F199EE6CB45_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DAAA6F1F831DE07B_## = Everything must die, someday.
DABED6A19B9543C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DAFD2DBDDB3A49E4_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DB2B64A0C11D428C_## = Mist Island
DB53FB5B9CD2FA18_## = Dark Lord Reborn
DB849B1A4FE315A6_## = Very close to his brother, whose death was a terrible blow to
him.
DBB35BC82EE50807_## = Allow me to show you the way of the fist.
DBD008754AAC0B2E_## = Ishar did not know what to think of Veres - beautiful,
mysterious, kind, but appearing at the scene of her kidnapping for some reason. But
Furball told her to trust Veres, and Ishar listened.
DC2B66B2003E7554_## = This will not go unpunished!
DC2B9EDCBA7BB3FD_## = "The death of one demon is just the birth of another."\n\nMina
was touched by the Abyss from birth. The pitch-black scythe-shaped birthmark on the
back of her neck emanated dark energies that ate away at her lifeforce.\n\nThis was
nothing new in a land ravaged by the Abyss. Like a plague, demonic dark energies
spread among the population, touching men and women, the young and the old, the strong
and the weak. The one saving grace was that succumbing to the curse was a lengthy
process, and those cursed can live a normal life for many years by taking a special
elixir on a regular basis. The tireless efforts of clerics and mages have made the
elixir widely available to the public, which will keep the dark energies in check. As
for a true cure, that was the privilege of nobles and the rich. Commoners like Mina
were not even worth the horse that they rode.\n\nEven the more affordable elixir was a
burden on poor families like Mina's. Ties of family and blood were nothing before the
pressing need of survival. Mina was forced to start working at a very young age,
trading the pittance she earned for food and elixir required to sustain her life.
\n\nAs for her parents, there was not one coin that they were willing to spare for
her. Those touched by the Abyss could not give birth and were forbidden from marrying.
It was a shame, Mina's parents thought, because their daughter was growing up to be
quite the beauty, and she was not half-bad at working either. If she only were normal,
she might have had a wealthy suitor or two who would be willing to take her as a bride
for a reasonable dowry.\n\nMina was hurt deeply by her parents' cold and uncaring
attitude. Once she was able to make her own living, she left home without looking
back, sleeping on the streets and making new family out of the stray dogs and cats
that cuddle with her for warmth.\n\n"Looking for some money? I know a wayâ€¦ you'll be
able to afford a mage's cure for your curse in no time." Like a blooming rose, Mina's
beauty had attracted a large following of admirers, more than few of whom made such
propositions. To this Mina had only one answer â€“ a firm rejection, then the business
end of a stick or her fist if they were fool enough to persist. Unlike other people
who have fallen to the curse, Mina was not weakened by it; even as the curse sapped
her lifeforce, it also gave her superhuman strength, enough to fend for herself in her
life on the streets.\n\nMina did not know that her scythe-shaped mark was a special
one left by a demon, which was why she was the only one among the many cursed to gain
increased strength. She was careful not to attract unwanted attention, however, and so
kept her abilities secret. The power of the mark itself was being suppressed by the
elixir, allowing Mina to keep a low profile.\n\nBut such a secret could only be kept
for so long, and Mina frequently found herself turning to the power of the mark to get
herself out of trouble. Word eventually got around, reaching the eyes of feudal lords,
clerics and mages. The secret war for Mina had begun.\n\nThe winner of the war was the
infamous black mage leader Lorion, who devoted half of his syndicate's resources to
beat out the other factions contending for Mina. No one knew Mina's value like the
black mages, and Lorion was determined to come out on top.\n\nLorion's triumph was
short-lived, however. When he went to collect his prize, he found Mina's power to be
far greater than he had imagined. From a vortex of darkness she drew out a scythe, a
dread artifact that no mortal hand should have been able to yield, for it was once the
weapon of a great demon. Lorion and his allies attacked Mina with their most powerful
black magic, only to find that their flesh-tearing sorcery and soul-rending curses
simply bounced harmlessly off her.\n\n"She is no human! Demonic blood runs in her
veins and a dark will dominates her!" Lorion yelled to his allies, "Stop! It is no
use. This one is beyond our powers."\n\nRetreating into a corner, Lorion created a
barrier that obstructed sight and sound. Under the influence of a dark will, Mina did
not give chase.\n\n"But Lorion, our research is at an impasse. We cannot simply let a
precious specimen like this goâ€¦"\n\n"I have an idea," Lorion put up a hand to stop
his ally, "we will perform the ritual of sacrifice and offer the girl to Her. She is
the only one who can handle this. As for what we want, She will no doubt see to it as
well."\n\nAnd so it came to pass that Veera, still recuperating in the Abyss, found
herself presented with the most satisfying sacrifice she had seen in a while. Mina
with her demon's mark was not quite the ideal Corrupted prototype, but it was not far
off. And Mganga could easily fix the flaws from consuming the elixir.\n\n"You belong
to me now, my dear." The legacy of Maniara, Primal Night, allowed Veera to dominate
most beings of darkness with ease. Under the influence of a dark will, Mina was no
exception.\n\n"Your will is my own, my mistress."\n
DC2E7D97A04897A1_## = Broken
DC33F44A6D1E5E08_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DC7205694A599BCF_## = Chapter 12
DCB13F3F1618444C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete a
DCC506697248B45F_## = Traveler
DCC67CED666678B0_## = Moren
DCD4B21E0A6F9D02_## = Former Comrades
DD17E6CAF4238545_## = Red River
DD3C3870C93B89F7_## = 12 Feb
DD442F757271D8AD_## = A mysterious extremist organization dedicated to the
extermination of the non-human races. Many human elites are believed to have ties with
the organization, especially in the Federation.
DD4E940A556815C2_## = Money?\nIt's something, but not everything.\nI seek ambition -
proof that you are worthy of my sword.
DD90912D7AAB40FD_## = Zuka
DDAD040CC8372400_## = I want to fly away and be the wind's best friend.
DDB7AB848454E0BF_## = Elven Allies
DDD169E1D98B3CAF_## = Toro
DDF1BA9AEFCABC67_## = Federation of the Free
DE1A4D3B96B1C79D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DE23730EB737F80B_## = Located in the eastern reaches of Norman, Carano is the
headquarters of the Magister's Council, renowned as a center of learning and magic.
Many visitors from far away lands come here just to catch a glimpse of its splendor.
DE39387B3CC97199_## = 14 Jan
DE3B10A5E7A96AD3_## = Hall of Gospel
DE58877606571B40_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DE62093F295C8987_## = Citizens
DE80935DCB81B890_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DEF9DAA61A5641BC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
DEFCA4359880B5DF_## = His long hair requires four servants to care for each day.
DF2D79112CF2D2C9_## = What is Ishar's favorite color?
DF59D39711821066_## = Has written a number of popular books on secret histories under
a pen name.
DF61B59544B43BE2_## = Swift like the wind, firm like the fir.
DF7D8E42B29CD54C_## = As swift as the wind, as gentle as the forest.
DF87089AA3A4C976_## = The Sentinel
DF952D54E454342F_## = Veda Affiliate
DFB362AABCC309F6_## = Manhunt
DFC32E0196B961D1_## = The Diviner
DFFC33017FDC5D66_## = Dislikes cloudy and rainy days, for it obscures the Holy Light.
DFFD6EA17EE9BE58_## = The Great Wall of Norman protected the southern border of the
kingdom, stretching across mountains and plains like the spine of a great dragon.
D'Arcy was the builder and guardian of the wall, and for hundreds of years he stood
tall at the southern front, leading the Southern Legion against the hordes of Lokheim,
protecting the people from being ravaged by the abyssal host."So...you claim to be a
prince?" The soldier examined the creased and crumpled papers, presented to him by the
young man before him who was dressed nothing like a prince, to say the least. The only
reason he did not order the two swindlers arrested on the spot was because the magic
seal on the document was, in fact, very much legitimate, and not something that could
be counterfeited by any aspiring scammer."As I said, we have come to visit Lord D'Arcy
with the full blessing of your king. His Majesty issued these papers guaranteeing free
passage throughout the kingdom with the exception of the royal palace and Carano. You
know what the royal seal looks like. What's the problem?" Murad frowned in annoyance.
He and Yena were stopped by a patrol from the Southern Legion as they approached the
restricted zone some fifty miles from the Great Wall, and now they had to convince
this hard-headed soldier that they had business being here."The Great Wall is part of
the restricted zone of Carano...it's not clear whether these papers grant you free
passage in this area as well. And if you are really here to see Lord D'Arcy, shouldn't
you have a letter of reference from another mage? It's part of their long-standing
tradition, isn't it?" The soldier remained suspicious, though his tone was not
entirely confident. As irregular as these unannounced visitors were, their papers were
very much in order."We were supposed to have one. Unfortunately, a certain someone was
so impatient to be here as soon as possible, that His Majesty's royal mage did not
have the time to write one..." Yena glared at Murad as she interjected, though she did
not press the issue any further. After all, she was no less excited than Murad when
they heard from Thane that D'Arcy may be able to repair the Artifacts of Time. And so
they set out for the Great Wall as soon as they received their papers of passage,
loathe to wait even one moment.It took some persuasion, but the sentry eventually
agreed to let the two visitors enter the restricted zone under escort, with a young
mage by the name of Adele."You can leave your horses here. The stablemaster will take
good care of them." Unlike the other soldiers, Adele was warm and friendly."But it's
quite a ways to the wall, isn't it? You can ride with me if you don't have enough
horses - don't worry, I'm a good rider." Murad put on his most charming smile, while
Yena rolled her eyes."We have no need for such primitive means of transport here. And
your mounts look like they could use some rest," smiled Adele back, deftly deflecting
Murad's flirting attempt."But what -" Murad did not manage to finish his sentence. The
ground shook beneath him as a massive metal beast of red and black rushed towards
them, roaring with the sharp scream of a whistle."Welcome to the Great Wall, the
forefront of magical advances!""Is this all the product of magic?" Murad looked out of
the train window in wonder at the many strange buildings rushing by, like a wide-eyed
child from the country on his first visit to a big city.Adele answered their every
question patiently - eagerly, even. It did not take long for Murad to get the measure
of her - she was more than happy to answer any question about magic, especially with
the appropriate admiration in response.On other issues, however, Adele was a closed
book - even seemingly innocuous questions, such as what D'Arcy's favorite food was,
were met with polite but firm refusal. Tried as he did, Murad could not extract any
information on D'Arcy from Adele, and he regretted not spending some time to learn
more about D'Arcy in his eager haste.Perhaps this called for a woman's touch. Murad
kicked Yena lightly and was met with a sharp kick in the shins and a nasty look,
before she turned to face Adele."Where I came from, magic was a tool for the ruling
class to oppress the people. I never knew that it could be used in such ways, for the
benefit of the people." Yena's voice was sincere, revealing the inequity and hardship
she experienced at her homeland, earning the sympathy of all who were listening -
except for Murad, whose shins still hurt.Adele took Yena's hand and said, "It is Lady
Sephera's dream to use the power of magic to change people's lives for the better. I
don't know much about your home, but I'm sure that Lady Sephera and Lord D'Arcy will
not stand idly by if your people need help. As His Majesty said, commoner, noble or
mage, the human race must stand united against the threats to our world.""Will Lord
D'Arcy help us?" Yena squeezed Adele's hand."Of course! He may seem cold and aloof to
many, but he is always kind and helpful to those in need.""Lady Adele, we are almost
there." The train conductor's voice broke the poignant atmosphere in the train.
E00A88C249E0CC3B_## = His favorite food is the flower pastries of Rosenberg.
E0350067DDC00897_## = I love this world, for there is always something new.
E04027EC723E576A_## = The Tainted
E047BF5BC71B944E_## = "Darkness shatters in my presence!"\n\nAs the chief of the Holy
Knights, Yorn had a strong body, handsome face, and brilliant archery skills. In
battle, however brutal or gory it was, Yorn always took his stride in leading the Holy
Knights to victory and glory. Because of his gracefulness, he was often mistaken as a
fairy. In fact, Yorn was completely a human before being baptized. He was born in the
Holy Hall and raised religiously. Yorn's biggest dream was praying piously for the
Holy Hall and the Goddess until his death, yet, he was destined for more important
responsibilities and duties.\n\nAt that time, the first darkness invasion had been
over hundreds of years ago. The human civilization of magic and technology had been
thriving thanks to the territorial expansion. Meanwhile, as a result of the
cooperation of the Holy Hall and the Kingdom of Okka, the cavalry spirit established
by King Arthur, the first king of Okka, had been included in the doctrine of Ilumia.
The Holy Hall had also started to build up its own Holy Knights.\n\nLearning from the
last war, Ilumia was finally aware that her demi-gods would be outnumbered by the
ferocious Dark Army. Had the Forest of Shadows not struck back or Tel'Annas not shot
that ultimate arrow, the world would have already been swallowed by darkness.\n\nSince
the war ended hundreds of years ago, Ilumia had recruited and baptized a batch of
faithful disciples from humans and orcs. The chosen ones effectively filled up the
positions in the mid-management, so that she could execute her political plans more
efficiently. The establishment of Holy Knights marked the fundamental upgrade in the
Holy Hall's military power.\n\nThe recruitment of Holy Knights took the teenagers by
storm. Almost every teenager in the region practiced with each other everyday in the
arena to fight for the honor and glory of protecting the Holy Hall and the Goddess.
Yorn was one of them, and even though he was considered weak due to his ordinary human
body, he still managed to pass the final round of the recruitment and secured his
place in the army.\n\nWhat kept him brave and confident throughout the entire
recruitment process was the prophecy from Jinnar when he once went to the church to
pray. The prophecy went: "Sky as bow, sun as arrows; divine arrow befalls, light
outshines the sun and moon." The enigmatic prophecy perplexed Yorn, and Jinnar refused
to explain it any further. To Yorn, his future was somehow related to bows and arrows.
Since then, regardless of what stood in his way and no matter how his comrades
ridiculed him, he put every effort in his archery training.\n\nYears later, Yorn had
already become the chief of the Holy Knights. He was still grateful to the long period
of training, which helped him through becoming a member of the Holy Knights, and also
equipped him with broad strategic insights and unique fighting styles (killing enemies
in one shot). For that, he was always in Jinnar's debt.\n\nOn the contrary, Jinnar
never admitted telling the fortune of Yorn. "I was just promoted as a disciple at that
time. My destiny power was very unstable, that's why the Goddess gave me an artifact
to curb that power. So, I told you to do what you excel at and avoid something you're
not familiar with. That's what I meant and I didn't want to sound
discouraging."\n\n"Then, how did you know I'm a gifted archer?" Yorn was determined to
know the truth.\n\n"Let me tell you a secret. I was obsessed with Tel'Annas,
especially how she shot that ultimate arrow, so I was eager to make everyone learn
archery!"\n\nIn disbelief, Yorn yelled, "You were just trying to make a fool of me,
weren't you?"\n\n"Does it matter now? Why so serious?" said Jinnar, nonchalant.\n\n"I
heard something about you, Jinnar. You are afraid of the recoil of the destiny power,
that's why you refused to admit having told my fortune. Am I right?" Yorn scanned
Jinnar, hoping to get the favorable answer.\n\n"I told you again, and I tell you
again-Don't be so serious about it." sighed Jinnar.\n\n"I understand. Please accept my
gratitude. I'll come back again."\n"See you."
E04B10995B5400CD_## = The Pure
E0AA59B1C26EEE5A_## = During the Second Lokheim Invasion, Tel'Annas allied with the
Kingdom of Norman against Lokheim. She considers Thane to be a trusted friend,
something that is hard to come by for the great elven queen.
E0E253EFAF6EF999_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E0FE46A2B7F0FF5F_## = 19 Mar
E120E21E0440A877_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E129A337653CEF6B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
E1358BC723D01280_## = itching to give the Corrupted a taste of their fangs and
claws.The Okka forces were far less eager. The soldiers sent to attack the wall were
the elites of the two orders. Already less than committed to begin with, the vassal
knights had little interest in meeting the innumerable enemy horde."I know many of you
think me unfit for the throne. I know many of you think I bow too low to Veda. I care
not for what you think." Arthur said as he surveyed the assemble nobles. "All of you
swore to serve Okka in its time of need, and now is the time. Will you continue to
hide behind your soldiers and your walls, measuring your profit and loss like some
merchant counting out his coin, or will you make good on your vows and show your
people that you are worthy of them?Today, I fly the Golden Wings and go into battle in
the name of my father the king and the Kingdom of Okka, to fight along our allies unto
glory or unto death! Fight by my side if you will, or go home to the castles of your
fathers and their fathers before them, and see if you can stand before them and be
unashamed!"With this Arthur left, leaving his nobles looking at each other and at a
loss for words.The Silver Wings were the symbols of the Okka royal house, and the
order of knights that answered directly to it. But the order also had another flag -
the Golden Wings, created by Josef, the seventh king of the Kingdom of Okka.When Count
Jonassen broke away with part of the Silverwing Order, rebelled against the crown and
besieged Silverwing Castle, Josef, who had never had much of a reputation for courage,
surprised everyone by putting on his armor and leading the sally personally. His
loyalists flew the Golden Wings to distinguish themselves from the rebels, and,
inspired by the flag, were triumphant that day.The Golden Wings thus became known as
the Order of Silverwing's colors in the direst hour. Under the banner there would be
no retreat, no turning back; every knight was sworn to fight to the death, including
the grandmaster himself, who was always the king."Well, doesn't look like we're
getting out of it," said one of the nobles, breaking the silence."All part of Lady
Ilumia's plan, to send humans to fight and die while she sits high up on her
mountain.""Maybe she'll let us be buried on Mt. Orphean's steps, so that her believers
can tread on us.""She doesn't want someone like you. You have a better chance to line
the steps into Lokheim.""Shut up, Luke, if you still want to mount your horse with
your own two legs.""Enough! There is at least one thing that the prince is right
about. We are knights, not merchants.""Yes! We will show those Veda hard-heads what a
true knight is about."...Rallying under Arthur and Tel'Annas' banner, the allied
forces met the Corrupted Legion on the plains.With Klaus having joined the battle, the
Templars were finally at full strength, and Yorn fired off arrow after arrow into the
Corrupted ranks. So did the Forest Guardians, and with each hail of arrows numerous
Corrupted fell, but Tel'Annas alone stood unmoving. Her bow and arrow were reserved
for one whom only they can vanquish.While the Templars Drew the attention of the
Corrupted, the remaining Silverwing Knights were able to regroup and join up with the
vassal knights, deployed along the Forest Guardians' flanks. The Golden Wings flew
high, beneath which were Arthur and his loyal Companions.The allied forces held their
limited remaining cavalry in reserve. Without an effective way to scout the
battlefield, they did not notice the black and red banner joining the battle behind
the Corrupted ranks."Time to begin - no, time to end it all." Preyta gave his final
order, then commanded his wyvern to turn around and fly towards the depths of the
valley. In the north, Aleister was still preparing his enchantment, while there was no
movement from Grakk in the south, which was good news. A thousand Templars should be
enough to sate Grakk's appetite somewhat.At Preyta's signal, Nakroth and his Blood
Knights rode forth. At the same time, Taara and Arduin also prepared to assault the
Forest Guardians' lines. Nerov, who was roaming the battlefield collecting stray
souls, frowned in disappointment at his orders, but went to meet up with Taara and the
other Corrupted leaders per his orders. At least the chance to sing the elven queen's
dirge was worth looking forward to, he thought...."The...the Blood Knights!"A soldier
recognized the dread banner of the Blood Knights and cried out before he was impaled
by a hellsteed's claw. The Blood Knights tore through the Okka ranks like hot knife
through butter, exposing the flanks of the Forest Guardians.Having found a worthy foe,
Tel'Annas raised her bow, and an arrow of life and darkness flew towards Nakroth,
riding at the head of the Blood Knights.Nakroth leaped from his sadlde and the arrow
passed impaled his mount, passed through where he was an instant ago, and cut a bloody
swath through the Blood Knights' ranks.The sight of the Blood Knights' ranks in
disarray was a rare one, but it did not stay that way for long, and they quickly
regrouped as they rode along the flank. Nakroth on foot was not much slower than a
hellsteed, and he was quickly given a new one by one of his men.The Blood Knights were
merely a diversion. It was Taara and her Corrupted Legions who formed the main
attack.All the Forest Guardians heard a heart-rending song, soft yet unmistakably
clear even in the heat of battle.
E145228BCBBC24A3_## = Warrior
E1495E67749E2A7F_## = The smell of blood.\nRichter's hand tightened around the hilt of
his sword and he sneaked forward. Peaking through the bushes, he saw a macabre scene -
limbs and other body parts scattered on the earth soaked red, abyssal jungle creeps
hungrily devouring them. The broken carts and abandoned wares indicated this was the
remains of an unfortunate merchant caravan.\nThe hunt begins.\nBehind Richter's calm
and collected surface hid a darker, more cruel side. He yearned to hunt, to give
himself in to the dark impulses that sometimes consumed him.Sun, trees, a clear
lake...these were Richter's first memories. He was a feral child who grew up in the
wild until a military officer found him and brought him back to civilization.\n"The
boy did not talk, walked on all fours, and survived on his own in these wild woods. He
was more beast than man, highly adaptable to the wilderness, and able to shift his
form in response to the environment. A promising subject," wrote the officer who found
Richter.\nRichter was conscripted into the Demon Hunter ranks, subjected to the cruel
black magic experiments that turned normal humans into superhuman warriors, with
little knowledge or even awareness of what he was being made to go through. But he
managed to emerge relatively unscathed from the process that was often fatal and left
many survivors with mangled mutations, thanks to his incredible skill to adapt - the
only physical change that he went through was that his hair became white. The mages
who oversaw the transformation process made a note of it, "Shows unprecedented
affinity for black magic. Close monitoring recommended."\nWhen the process ended,
Richter stood up and walked outside. The dust in the wind, hair on people's skin, the
mild humming of cicada in the distance - all was absolutely loud and clear to his
elevated senses. It was a new world, and he was born anew.His attention momentarily
occupied by old memories, Richter snapped out of his reverie to see dozens of abyssal
jungle creeps charging towards him. He raised his sword, and the ground beneath him
turned dark red.\nA mark of the same dark red appeared on the jungle creeps' heads, as
their very essence responded to Richter's black magic which was similar to their
being. Then they exploded, leaving behind nothing but a bloody red fog.\nRichter put
his sword back in the hilt, wiped blood from his face, and began ransacking the
unfortunate caravan's remains for valuables. With that and the bounty money for the
jungle creeps, he should not have to worry about drinking money for a whole
month.\nRichter stood up, and the light of the setting sun cast a long shadow behind
him.\n\n- The End-
E15C32DC2BBDB271_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
E1824EBC3120511C_## = Mganga
E189E43A2D86460D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E1AD57D3FABB29C9_## = Likes to watch the stars from the rooftops.
E1BCD078F2868335_## = Hall of Wisdom
E1C9B407874901B2_## = "The chaos-ending Sword of Justice, and the invincible leader
that brought order to the orderless!"\n\nWith the holy sword in his hand and
righteousness in his heart, Arthur was the first true leader in human history. He was
born in an age when faith had collapsed and the world was shrouded in darkness. Facing
frenzied beasts and bloodthirsty demons, the humans lacked not only the strength to
defend themselves, but also guidance from the gods, which could have prevented their
civil wars. This era of turmoil persisted until Arthur rose. Preaching principles of
justice and honor, he started down the path of order and discipline as a
knight.\n\nArthur's chivalry was well-received and admired by all, drawing brave human
warriors from far and wide to pledge their allegiance to him. Under his leadership,
they formed a valiant order of knights trained in the art of war. They marched under
the banner of justice and valor in the name of Arthur. They toured the land,
exterminating evil along the way. Most importantly, they established order and peace
amidst the darkness, ensuring humanity's survival.\n\nThe deeds of the Order greatly
impeded the demon legion's invasion plans. Arthur had become a thorn in Maloch's side,
and his knights were attacked at every turn. However, the Order was not shaken one
bit. Arthur and his knights resolutely stood their ground. Their resilience and
persistence inspired all.\n\nYoung men flocked at the opportunity to become a part of
the Order. Any vacant positions in their ranks were promptly filled. This band of
brothers, loyal to both the chivalric spirit and their leader, gradually grew into a
force to be reckoned with. Humans, long looked down on by the other races, were
finally earning the recognition and respect of all.\n\nEven their age-long rival, the
Afata, extended the hand of friendship to Arthur. The secluded Veda brought the
blessings of the gods upon the Order and its knights. Arthur and his chivalric spirit
gave courage to humankind and his successors, notably Thane, to pass on the torch from
one generation to the next.\n\n"The radiance of the Sword of Justice shall cast its
light upon the path of every knight!"
E1CC3A441CBEF37F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E1FAF182FA6C2262_## = Afata
E1FDB79B9CB70A4F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E1FF9895EFF7CD64_## = Xeniel
E221F1B13D3B6005_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
E225F8A0B7A4A47C_## = 185cm
E22CA3219636A81E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E22DEDA8ED9463DD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E266398E0E25EC70_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E26928A324DD99D2_## = There are many problems in the world, but a good gun takes care
of most of them.\nAnd for the right price, I can take care of your problems.
E2702EAD8DB472E5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E2A0126422E38F2F_## = The Federation of the Free's only port city. To protect the
Federation's lifeblood, there is a strong military presence, and the military is
heavily involved in the administration of the city.
E2AFF76A26D17FE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E2D0A5F3097F7036_## = Arduin
E2E9D2072B7D55F9_## = 5 Jan
E3017188837ED62A_## = Located in the northwest parts of the Kingdom of Norman, it
established itself as the kingdom's military center during the North and South War.
Famous for its knights and horses, it is also the main trade hub between Norman and
Okka.
E3023E5DA7F6FB44_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E308E8288EBFACD5_## = The enemy of my enemy...is still my enemy!
E312F3EA57E1DB42_## = The Immaculate
E32EAD434DF95E8E_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
E3499A3749E7FDFE_## = Eat, sleep and eat again.
E352669AC8C2714C_## = Elemental Servant
E3666456BC572370_## = Lokheim lord, the Uncrowned Queen
E382C12480C70197_## = During her time at Veda, Liliana took human form for the first
time, modeling it after her fellow student Ilumia.
E40E5B9549CE6A77_## = First Lokheim Invasion
E425ED7A88FE6BA9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
E4596EF84A252986_## = Mganga's fascination with Zip is widely known, and Zip would
hide behind Mina whenever it sees Mganga. Zip has taught himself carpentry in order to
strengthen the doors and windows of his home against a possible intrusion by the
warlock.
E467E0CB717BAD65_## = Violet's greatest rival since she turned mercenary is Butterfly,
whose ranking in the guild is always a head above hers.
E4720A784A6AD43E_## = Elborne Woods
E47528A96A992AB4_## = â€œHey, dude, have you seen a demon before? I mean, an actual
demon, the one that can think and speak.â€ \n\nâ€œOf course I have.â€ \n\nâ€œReally?
What does it look like?â€ \n\nâ€œWell, I didnâ€™t see it clearly. I was in a battle
with it. It bashed my head with a hammer so hard that I fainted. When I woke up, the
battle had ended already.â€ \n\nâ€œHaha, no wonder they call you Richter the Boaster!
You look hilarious when you act serious.â€ \n\nâ€œBoaster? Hey, I wasnâ€™t boasting!â€
Richter muttered, taking a consoling sip of the bitterly sour malt from his hip
flask.\n\nHe was telling the truth.\n\nAs a former Demon Hunter, Richter used to
battle with real demons alongside his comrades. This group of super warriors was
modified with Abyssal Essence, which significantly enhanced their individual strength
and stamina to a whole new level. Thus, the warriors were enabled to directly confront
the demons.\n\nIt was the glorious era of demon hunting. In regions where mobs of dark
creatures wreaked havoc, the Demon Hunters were highly respected by the people, even
more so than any legion.However, with the emergence of the Descendants and the
emergence of the "War of Purification", the Demon Hunters, who were closely related to
the Descendants, were in jeopardy.\n\nEven though they passed a series of magic
examinations, their damaged reputation was beyond saving. In the end, all Demon
Hunters were enlisted in the army and deployed at the front line in the South. They
pledged allegiance to the right side by sacrificing themselves in the war with the
abyssal force. Richter is one of the few surviving Demon Hunters.\n\nUpon the review
and evaluation by the Magic Committee, Richter was allowed to return to the human
community after the war. With him were the salaries he had been saving and several
hundreds of the military badges of his passed fellows. He knew that what his comrades
sacrificed and achieved would remain in this world as long as he stayed
alive.\n\nâ€œThe past is even more addictive than alcohol!â€ Richter awoke from his
nostalgic dreams to find out his hip flask was running dry. Gently he tugged it in his
pocket, for he had to ration the remainder before he reached the supply depot.
Otherwise, the lonely, long nights would be unbearable. At that moment, he prayed that
the loathsome creatures lurking in the dark would reveal themselves at once, so that
he could finish his duty of â€œdemon huntingâ€ as soon as possible.\n\nNowadays,
Richter works as a freelance mercenary. Seven days ago, he joined a caravan that had
been stalked by the dark creatures for days by disguising as a lost member of his own
group. What truly attracted the evil creatures was a wealth of Magic Ores from the
great desert in the west inside the truck driven by eight mounts.\nAt first, the
mercenaries of the caravan did not get along with the clumsy Richter. After Richter
handed out a small packet of silver, they gladly welcomed him. For them, silver is
almost as precious as gold. That is why when Richter volunteered to take the watch at
night, the chief declined his request and asked him to go to bed, reassuring him,
â€œOn this trade route, no one dares to mess with us.â€ \n\nâ€œItâ€™s not humans that
Iâ€™m concerned!â€ Richter murmured, taking out a silver again. He whispered to the
chief, â€œNo one wonders where you are at this time of the night. Why donâ€™t you take
some rest now to save some energy for the day?â€ \nJust like that, Richter â€œpaidâ€
his way to take on the night shift. Yet, he was still a rookie, so the chief sent
Layne to keep him company. Richter did not care at all. In fact, he completely
immersed himself into the dark night.\n\nâ€œHow much longer can you hide?â€ Richter
gazed at the bonfire, talking to himself. All out a sudden, a gust of wind blew in, as
if answering Richterâ€™s question. Temperature around the campsite plummeted, and
Richter realized that the prey he had been awaiting was about to show up.\nThe abrupt
changes in the environment awoke the mercenaries. They were not as sensitive to the
dark creatures as Richter, but years of experience in battle had granted them an acute
sense of danger. When they came out of the camp, fully armed, they witnessed a
nightmarish scene: Richter, swinging his sword, was battling with a swarm of horrific
dark creatures.\n\nâ€œAlthough the title of Demon Hunter no longer exists, I never
forget my responsibilities as a Demon Hunter!â€ Richter took a look at the prey in
front him, mumbling, â€œI know that youâ€™d never forget the danger and horror this
title brought to us. No matter what, Iâ€™ll not walk away.â€ \nHe pointed his sword to
the sky, as if the Goddess of Light tore the darkness apart with her finger.\nâ€œI
fight where the darkness befalls!â€
E498C27A671BD5E1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E4A16A62AA44707E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E4C4BF3675CE9BE9_## = The Herald of the Void
E4DA45B6578260C7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
E4E4F801EF3CA15E_## = "Knock me down and watch me rise again!"\n\nBorn of the Bloody
Axe clan, Ormarr had explosive powers and endurance. Ormarr had wielded his massive
hammer and sword in countless clan battles, and was always the first to attack and the
last to withdraw. His adept fighting abilities and thirst for battle had earned him
the nickname "The Frenzy", as well as the respect of all of his enemies and his
people.\n\nIt had always been Ormarr's dream to become the leader of his clan, but in
his pursuit for power, he made many foolish decisions. He once tried to raid the
supplies of an ally, and this led to his clan being banished to the ice fields of the
north. Strangely enough, this did nothing to harm Ormarr's reputation. On the
contrary, his people stood firmly behind him as he fought for glory.\n\nOrmarr had
never disappointed his clan. When the Demon Army engulfed the continent, Ormarr
volunteered to lead the campaign to defend his clan's fortress. Outsiders were so
impressed by his bravery that they flocked to the fortress, bringing in emergency
supplies, reinforcements, and support. From then on, no one dared to describe Ormarr
and his clan as "barbarians" again.\n\n"The battlefield is the only place for a
warrior to die!"
E50CFF5E023BF7C8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E51CD08C1F0D7A72_## = Kingdom of Norman
E523A543D03C1834_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E5634281F6BDABCD_## = Loves archery and often spends a whole day at the archery range.
E56D5FB7F9AC0DC5_## = Comrade At Arms
E5A91EC71E7E38AA_## = The Gilded
E5E62A380E8411FB_## = â€œThe Tower of Souls exists for the salvation of the suffering
spirits.â€ \n\nKahlii, the Ghost Guardian, was a rather controversial Abyssal Lord.
Once part of the Veda, she held the might and powers of blessing. Yet despite her
untouchable position, she was humble and willing to dedicate all her time, patience
and kindness to listen to the prayers of the believers in the Gospel Palace of the
Sacred Mt. Orphean and do her best to soothe their wounded hearts and souls.\n\nKahlii
had seen too many shattered souls. It weighed heavily on her mind. â€œMaster, how
shall we relieve these tormented souls from their grief?â€ She often asked Edras, the
Archmage of Veda and her favorite teacher. He was wise and powerful, and if anyone had
the answer, it would be Edras.\n\nâ€œWhen it comes to mortals, from birth to death,
from happiness to grief, the Creator controls all. The mortals have to suffer to
achieve innovation and change the world. This is the mission theyâ€™re born with,
their destiny,â€ Edras would explain. This answer did not satisfy Kahlii. She
couldnâ€™t understand why these fragile Humans were given such a great yet heavy
burden. All she could do was to try to help them with her limited powers.\n\nShe was
doubtful, she was lost. Volkath saw it all. The prisoner, kept by Edras in the Sacred
Mt. Orphean, had yet to become the Dark Lord who ruled the Abyss, but was already as
cunning as could be. He decided to bring Kahlii onto his side in order to escape from
the clutches of Edras sooner and bring his rebellion into action more
efficiently.\n\nâ€œTime and space are both the origins of life. All beings in this
world will cease to exist without the origins.â€ \n\nâ€œBe it us, be it the mortals,
no one would be able to escape the binds of the Order of the World. Thatâ€™s where the
origin comes from.â€ \n\nâ€œBut do rememberâ€”the powers that constitute the origin
are not limited to just time and space.â€ \n\nâ€œLight and darkness, too, are parts of
the origin. These are powers that could bring us above the Order, so that we would no
longer be bound.â€ \n\nâ€œYou know all about Light Magic. Naturally, you know that the
essence of Light Magic is the control of the power of light.â€ \n\nâ€œWouldnâ€™t you
like to learn more about Dark Magic as well? If you have a good grasp of both, youâ€™
ll no longer be restricted by time and space. Youâ€™ll be able to do everything and
anything.â€ \n\nâ€œSuch as...protecting those weak Humans.â€ \n\nWhat Volkath said was
indeed appealing. Kahlii knew that there had to be a catch somewhere, yet the offer
was impossible to refuse. She knew that the abyss lay right in front of herâ€”yet she
still jumped without an ounce of regret.\n\nâ€œYouâ€™d better be telling the truth, or
else, no matter what happens, Iâ€™ll find you and blast your head off!â€ Kahlii said.
These were her last words as the Goddess of Blessings. Volkath was the only one who
heard them.\n\nâ€œAs you wish, my Lady.â€ Volkathâ€™s lips curved into an elegant
smirk.\n\nFrom then on, the Veda lost a gentle, beautiful Goddess, while the Abyssal
world gained a kind, peaceful Ghost Guardian. Legend had it that no matter how much
you sinned, no matter what tortures you had been through, as long as you entered the
Tower of Souls, you would be truly free.\n\nâ€œI see the light.â€
E5EC69D2191DB759_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Kill</color>
E606EA19FC416D4F_## = "You cannot outrun Death. It cannot be tricked, bargained with,
or intimidated. Run, and you'll only die trying."\n\nSome cultures told stories of
angels or Valkyries that came to lead the dead to the afterlife; however, it was
actually Lord Zephys who ferried souls to his domain with a chilling west wind.
\n\nSteadfast and meticulous in his duty, Zephys personally harvested the soul of
every mortal. In the final terrifying moment of their lives, it was his towering
figure that came to rip their spirits from the bodies, so they would face judgment in
the underworld. Admired by few and envied by none, Zephys carried the mantle of the
harvester with unrivaled dignity, for only he understood the calamity that would ensue
should he falter.\n\nIn times of war, Zephys led his undead army at the front; his
ranks ever growing as he reaped. \n\n"Run, walk, or crawl, death comes for us all."
E60B113C7FDBB007_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E61892085730DEC1_## = My bullets have eyes.
E63B078ADB2F751C_## = The Unspeakable
E648B9F4BBAF1414_## = Wukong Biography
E65E32DB8D1B0EC8_## = The First Demon Hunter
E689679BE629617E_## = 180cm
E689EE203190450E_## = â€œTrust me, thieving's a promising career!â€ \n\nFennik
believed that all professions had their values and reasons for existing. Which was why
he stood by the belief that, since he was a thief, he should be the best of them all.
Go big or go home, right? This was how Fennik became renowned in the fieldâ€”his
â€œmasterpiecesâ€ included the Great Heist of the Luxis City Treasury and the Theft
of the Secret Treasures of Fort Alchemy.\n\nIt was one of Fennikâ€™s principles to
never leave empty-handed. He was not one to fail, whether when robbing a bank or
simply picking some pockets on the street. Of course, if it turned out that his
unfortunate target was dirt-poor, he would not only return what he had stolen
afterwards but also add a little something to go with it, which was quite a pleasant
surprise for the victim. \n\nâ€œA charity act? Nah, I just want my piggies to be well-
fed before I butcher â€˜em,â€ Fennik would say. You see, Fennikâ€™s second rule was
to never leave the target without means to survive, and the first rule was to aid
those in poverty so that they might have a good life someday. After all, the more rich
people there were, the more targets to steal from, right? Fennik trusted that raising
the life quality of the general public would surely lead to a broader scope of
development for those of his trade, and pointlessly accumulating riches would only
mean more competition in the thieving industry. â€œIf we thieves become richer than
everyone else, we wonâ€™t have any targets to steal from except each other, no?â€
\n\nA notorious scoundrel known by all on the Moonlit Plains, Fennik was in fact a
better fighter than a strategist, which was saying something as he was quite the
strategist. At a young age, he had already out-ranked many of his predecessors on the
Wanted List of the Federation of the Free, and eventually even snagged the top spot on
the ranking. Even the great Officer Locke couldnâ€™t figure out what to do about
him.\n\nâ€œJeez, relax! Iâ€™m here for the loot, not your life!â€
E6C5777D50ADE312_## = Demon Lord
E6C70BFC305262E3_## = Mina
E6CACF022073A8DB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E6CD395BBE06952B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
E6DA30BFDDC6678C_## = 18 Aug
E7063854633B41C3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
E7605A72C8E396E0_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
E7AA95CB498F494C_## = Second Generation
E7D46694C7F2473B_## = Elsu
E7E4CD7744576EAF_## = Fennik Biography
E888555B12B6662E_## = Outside the windows, the imposing silhouette of the Great Wall
stood reaching towards the sky, casting a long shadow that stretched from the horizon
of one side to that of the other.Adele took a deep breath and put her guide "hat" back
on. "Lord Murad, Lady Yena, may I present the greatest wonder of human civilization,
the Great Wall of Norman, built by the Kingdom of Norman, the Magister's Council and
the Blacksmith Guild under the direction of Lord D'Arcy, protecting the human realm
against the Lokheim threat."And she could not help but smile, as she saw Murad and
Yena stare at the colossal construction, their mouths gaping.
E8975505021E2352_## = A primal being and a Federation intelligence officer.
E8D3D60A2A4AC665_## = The Chosen
E90BB00A92649884_## = Display the glory of the master of thunder
E90FFCABB2871E8B_## = 20 Sep
E91DE8CE21177FDF_## = Does not pay much attention to his appearances. He looks equally
attractive in rags, after all.
E93B972DD0C1410E_## = Capheny
E9781B10DB82817A_## = Thane Biography
E9809353AAD25B67_## = Richter
E9A85A0B43273A61_## = Lord of Thunder, Master of the Hall of Judgment
EA10AA0B73227631_## = Ask teacher
EA4E1BBDCEB01C06_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EA630935B366FF4C_## = 15 Sep
EAB7434EA49A3443_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EB4131511414B792_## = Executioner
EB61C5661448140A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EB6641F94D1E533F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EB70CE4FA01FF271_## = Father's Friend
EBDF6F9DB5BD77AC_## = Tulen can never resist the opportunity to look at himself in a
mirror.
EC0024B04BC4AC7F_## = Even in the roar of battle, Y'bneth's booming voice was a
bastion of cool tranquility. And as he spoke, Lindis saw the tree crown above her head
growing rapidly, soon covering half the battlefield under a thick green canopy. Gas
bombs burst harmlessly on the leaves and branches, and were quickly absorbed by the
canopy.Still, some bombs slipped through the hastily-formed screen onto the troops
below. The hardy Hoofed denizens of the forests were not so easily felled, but their
vision and movement were nevertheless severely affected, the first wave of abyssal
beasts to break through their lines, heading for the half-elf archers behind.Where the
denizens of the forests lacked in armor and steel, they more than made up for it with
fangs and claws. And it was at this moment that Arum ordered the Clawed to charge and
meet the attackers.The beastfolk did not always fight in a coordinated manner like
this. They lived in small, independent tribes, and battles involved maybe a dozen
individuals, or a few hundred at most.Arum was the new high priestess of the Leonin,
and she was a human. The other tribes may grumble about this in peacetime, but in
wartime they accepted her command, for they have all suffered at the superior tactics
of humans.Though Arum was no soldier, she was born to one, and she had Slimz acquire
human books of human military tactics, comparing them with what he saw and heard
growing up. Her knowledge would be put to the test here.A few abyssal beasts broke
through the lines, but were easily torn to pieces by the waiting Clawed. Meanwhile,
the Hoofed had regrouped under Y'bneth's canopy, and the half-elf and beastfolk
archers under Lindis' command now unleashed a deadly volley of arrows towards the
Lokheim forces.As the Hoofed lines reformed, Arum pulled back her battalion. They were
in this for the long haul, and the Clawed must conserve their strength, waiting for
the right time to go on the offensive.In the air, Preyta surveyed the Forest Guardians
coldly. As leader of the Corrupted Legion, he had mostly fought human forces on the
cold southern coast; leaving the denizens of the forest to Marja and her Shadow Worms.
This was the first time he faced the Forest Guardians in force, and the results were
conclusively inconclusive.Preyta tapped the neck of his plague wyvern, and the well-
trained mount made a turn to fly towards the other end of the battlefield.This was
merely a probing attack. A regiment of human knights were approaching, and now was not
the time to engage the combined armies. Not yet, at least.Nor did he feel the need to
call off the abyssal beasts that were still fighting. They were totally expendable.
The only one who was of any value was Omen, who now found himself trapped in Y'bneth's
Wild Prison.And the less Preyta had to do with that lunatic, the better.
EC06973A334DE2F4_## = One of the legions of Lokheim, consisting primarily of Shadow
Worms under Marja's command.
EC12B842EDE3EFFA_## = Slimz
EC15A2F17A0EA8B9_## = Fur-Clean Wonder
EC2EA0853ACCB0AF_## = He and Dirak fight over Sephera's hand-made desserts.
EC4CBC975683FCC7_## = Rivals in Love
ECBD7078A70D409E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
ECC04970441FD033_## = Considers execution to be an art form. Anything that interferes
with it must be banished.
ECD4E207721025D8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
ECE580985994C21B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
ED34394C38847015_## = The fall of Volkath put Marja in a difficult position. It was
not her intention to challenge Veera's authority, but Veera saw things differently.
And so Marja chose to live away from the main temple and distance herself from
potential conflict.
ED403796B254BB70_## = Gildur Biography
ED47D1D9B15A2564_## = Shadow Prison
ED6D1747E2FF4F87_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
ED81733CD8467D9E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
ED993EBF1A17D86B_## = Florentino
ED9D98FFF2D87360_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
EDB10888BB3750E6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EDDC85D046BFB757_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
EE0006439CEBA0EE_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
EE1C65A80EA9DDF9_## = A new friend, for a sunny day!\nHere's your invitation, to join
me in my tea party.
EE33CD5FF4E0C012_## = Magic Academy
EE405E5744D99C90_## = Amily Biography
EE6DDFE805479D52_## = Located at the foot of Mt. Orphean, this was once a prison for
heretics and other enemies of Veda. It was sealed away after Marja rebelled against
Veda, and today it has become a nest for her Shadow Worms.
EE9ABA56F1991F0B_## = Veera and Marja were close as sisters in their student days, and
Veera admired Marja for her perfection. When they met again in Lokheim, Veera was
shocked at Marja's changes and was filled with sympathy, but also saw her as a rival
to her authority. Their relationship remains friendly, if somewhat guarded.
EEB498935AA81BF7_## = Deep in the forest, a little archery target stood among the
flowers.\nSteady. Focus.\nTel'Annas released the string, and the arrow drew a great
arc in the air, crossing a distance that few would imagine possible, piercing the
target in the middle of the bullseye.\nThen, applause. Tel'Annas turned, and there was
her father the king, Landirr, and her teacher, Feyol.\n"Father." Tel'Annas handed her
bow and arrow to her attending servant and bowed.\nLandirr nodded in satisfaction.
Unlike the rest of her kind, whose skills as poets, musicians and artists were
legendary in Athanor, Tel'Annas' talent in the arts could charitably be described as
mediocre. Rather, she had an absolute fascination for archery, often spending an
entire day practicing at the range.\nThat the daughter of the elven king should have
next to no artistic ability whatsoever was most unusual, and the source of much
consternation for the elders. Landirr, however, never seemed as concerned as his
people. It was only natural that his daughter would be different, and as the world
grew more and more dangerous, it was time the elven people lifted their heads from
their poems, their paintings, their music scores.\n"Feyol says there is nothing left
for him to teach you. It is time."\nA servant stepped up and handed a long bow to her.
Tel'Annas took it in her hands and saw that its finely engraved body shone with the
light of stars.\n"Behold Morning Star, greatest of the elven bows."\nTel'Annas took an
arrow and notched it on the string, then she felt a chill pass through her body, and
she stopped.\n"Father, I sense the scent of demon from it."Landirr nodded. "At the
Defense of Moonlit Plains, Honored Elder Morion crafted it over several years, imbuing
it with the power of darkness. The closer to darkness, the more powerful it is."\n"But
I do not wish to use this power," said Tel'Annas, holding the bow towards her father.
"How will our people and our allies see us, if even the king of the elves stoops to
wielding the power of darkness?"\nLandirr put his hand on Tel'Annas' head and gently
stroke his daughter's hair.\n"Light and Darkness are merely two sides of the power of
Origins. Their nature is neither good nor evil; only its wielder can determine that.
Someday you will be queen over all of the forest, and Morning Star will help you cut
through the darkness, and bring all the elven people under one banner."\n"All of the
forest?" Tel'Annas muttered. Her people were free and capricious in nature, their
tribes scattered and only loosely connected. How could they possibly be united?\n"Yes,
all of the forest."\nThese were the last words between Landirr and Tel'Annas.
Tel'Annas remembered the warm aura that surrounded her father, the shining, immaculate
white robe, and his gentle yet firm eyes gazing at her, not the slightest speck of
doubt in it. Little did she know that her father was at the end of his life, his soul
exhausted by the long and bitter wars.\nLandirr, High King of the Elves, passed from
the world the next winter. Taking the throne was his young daughter, now Queen
Tel'Annas.Steady. Focus.\nTel'Annas released the string, and the arrow of chaos went
for the dark lord's heart, imbued with the power of darkness.\nThe light of Morning
Star pierced Volkath's heart, and finally Tel'Annas breathed easy. She did
it.\nTel'Annas turned around, and there was no high elven towers and palaces, no
serene forests, no calm reassurance from her father. There was the allied forces clad
in black armor, their faces stained with dirt and blood as though they had just
climbed up from a pit of corpses, but their expressions were of the utmost joy, as
they cried her name in praise and exultation.\nThey were small. They were weak. They
needed her. They looked up to her.\nAnd for the first time in many, many years, tears
flowed down the elven queen's cheeks.
EEB66740603C1DD2_## = The Archangel
EEC46B7344000786_## = Omen
EECB087EAA81ADBD_## = 22 Nov
EEDAAE2940EF3D7E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
EEEF3F706F8E580D_## = 180cm
EEFE8780F79CB041_## = Zip
EF04A39C7034A483_## = Eva
EF08469A687765E9_## = The Trinity
EF19F807FB1B449C_## = Marja
EF5EB20A10D3EE43_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EF69109BA7A5B431_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
EFA1796CC1B6EDD8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EFD1EA3A9C3DA452_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
EFF79E65847EDA10_## = In Dreams
F0178C0D4523D93B_## = Federation of the Free
F030B0A45A56B5A7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F06682F9943FDC51_## = It's MISTER Zip, thank you!
F0A30EB2320CC5C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F0B28FD3B7B31255_## = Skud
F0E89DBC0577D9D6_## = Zanis Biography
F0F0482867043905_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F145F3A5F9BE634C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F1498658D2573DEE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F14BC61FF4884448_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
F1575AEB850D7789_## = Airi
F17F5E9C29FCC0CA_## = Veda
F1842D4F08AB4020_## = Grakk
F197EBA9904CB8F9_## = Bordering Mt. Orphean, it is said to be protected by a powerful
Archon. Its waters are clear and pristine, and on a sunny day one can see through the
depths of the sea.
F1A9135EFB6C2C49_## = Murad
F1C0E1D7B561E0D0_## = Let darkness swallow the light, let the blood of Veda be drawn,
and let its flesh be eaten.\nThere will be no dawn, for night shall reign forever.
F1D3F3428E64EA70_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F1DCA980C21E29B9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F1DEA39D96269255_## = The power of the church and state have long been in conflict in
the Kingdom of Okka. Ilumia is well aware that Arthur, heir to the throne, is not a
particularly fervent believer, and this is a problem she must solve if she is to
maintain Veda's standing among the humans.
F1E539EC853F3DEB_## = Tulen was born of lightning, held dominion over lightning and
thunder from birth.\n\nIlumia assigned Aleister to instruct the divine child, but
Aleister did not like Tulen, for he knew that someday his student would take his
Throne of Thunder. And so he left Tulen out to pasture, to learn or fail on his
own.\n\nFor his part, Tulen hardly cared. His mastery over lightning and thunder was
instinctive, requiring no incantation or ritual. His lightning-fast progress became
Aleister's downfall.\n\nWhen Aleister left, Tulen replaced him on the Throne of
Thunder. His first responsiblity - to bring Aleister back to face Veda's judgment.
This was exactly what Tulen wanted.
F1F507BC725724BB_## = Kil'Groth
F205085056E77B41_## = Royalties from 'The Three Women in the Demon Lord's Life'
F22214E76844A1F7_## = Always goes out with an umbrella to avoid being tanned or
getting wet.
F24D68542B6B869C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F255D933F676C79B_## = Alice Biography
F2786CA2B0417EC1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F28A408B4E446E10_## = 160cm
F291E3559ADB2BA0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F2ECA0C981C8F573_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F2F43C0BD425AA42_## = 4 Mar
F2FCD7DCF0487D20_## = Thane does not let men speak to Alice without his permission.
F30DAC86D3FB8E94_## = Murad refuses to even mention the name of his lifelong nemisis
Azzen'Ka, who destroyed the Helios Empire through dark guile and deception.
F3247FC3E5BDA534_## = The wise and the clever, who sowed the seeds of civilization and
freedom on barren soil.
F3356AAF81A4011E_## = Cloaked figures moved swiftly and silently through the
foreboding bog of the Wailing Marshes, their black silhouettes barely visible under
the cover of darkness. Leading the group was D'Arcy, the most prominent young mage of
his time and a generational talent, who led the crusade against Black Magic alongside
his equally talented comrades, Dirak and Sephera."Fire, water, wind, earth. Every
element is part of the natural cycle of life and death, and every school of magic has
the skill to create or destroy, to do good or evil.\nNot so the school known as Black
Magic. It brings naught but death and decay. In its wake is silence and emptiness. It
has no capacity except to destroy.\nIs this the end that we seek? Shall we allow such
a school to dictate the future of magic? Shall we tolerate the heinous acts of its
practitioners? Nay, I say; let some doors remain closed, for they should never be
opened, but sealed away and future generations warned, not to approach that which is
anathema to the very nature of our being."As a former practitioner of Black Magic,
D'Arcy's damning accusation against Black Magic in his Denunciation of Black Magic
revealed the terrifying madness behind the school, and was instrumental in turning the
opinion of both the public and the nobility against it.This was the start of the
crusade against Black Magic, a crusade that pitted D'Arcy against his former mentor-
turned nemesis - Lorion, one of the greatest masters of Black Magic ever to walk
Athanor.In fact, D'Arcy's split with his old mentor took place long before his
Denunciation saw the light of day. The irreconcilable differences between the two led
them to settle their grudge the way great mages did - with a massive magic duel that
shook the earth.Gravely injured and barely escaping with his life, D'Arcy went into
hiding for years, nursing his wounds until he discovered a new power that would
finally make him the match of his former master. Responding to the call of his old
friends Dirak and Sephera, D'Arcy returned to the public eye, leading the budding
movement against Black Magic as it grew into the great crusade that it became.His last
duel with Lorion was very much in D'Arcy's mind as he led this small but elite
expedition into the treacherous Wailing Marshes. D'Arcy had volunteered to investigate
sightings of Lorion in these swamps, for he knew better than anyone else how powerful
and dangerous Lorion was."We're in position. Your call, D'Arcy," said D'Arcy's second-
in-command.D'Arcy nodded. "On my mark. It's time we put an end to this war."The swamps
began to glow faintly. Firefly or will-o'-the-wisp, the casual observer might think,
but on closer observation the ground would have revealed a magic circle that slowly
expanded outwards. It was the invention of D'Arcy's friend, comrade and rival Dirak,
an enchantment that detected the presence of magical energy within its radius, however
faint it might be.The first phase of action - find and eliminate all Black Mages
hiding in the Wailing Marshes."Three hostiles, to the northeast.""Take them out, Team
Alpha." D'Arcy was confident. The operation was meticulously planned. Operating in
teams of four, all the members of this expedition were elite mages hand-picked by
D'Arcy himself. They had both strength of numbers and the element of surprise. What
could go wrong with the plan?"Seven hostiles, due west - correction, eleven.""Team
Bravo, Team Delta, flank them and hit them from both sides, Team Echo, back them up.
Be careful.""Four contacts to the southeast! We've got hostiles on our six!""Three
hostiles, southeast!""Three hostiles, due south!""Foxtrot, Golf, engage! Team Hotel,
light up the swamp and flush out those bugs hiding in the darkness!" D'Arcy could not
hide his agitation. It was not the fact that the enemy seemed to know about this plans
that bothered him - it was unfortunate, yes, but something that one had to plan for,
and he had allowed for safeguards against such a possibility. \nNo, what troubled
D'Arcy was the intention that he felt behind the enemy's movements, patiently and
methodically countering his every move, a touch that was all too familiar to
D'Arcy."This was your handiwork, was it not, master?" D'Arcy looked up at Lorion,
sitting at the top of a fir tree standing tall and alone in the middle of the marsh,
where the Black Mage undoubtedly oversaw his former pupil fall into his trap."Ah, my
fine, talented, most despicable pupil. I thought I had put an end to your meddling
forever, until news reached my ears that you had somehow held on to that worthless
life of yours and was causing trouble again.\nAnd then I thought, I must prepare a
most special welcome for my old student for the day that we met again. But what should
I do? I pondered and pondered, and then it occurred to me - what better way to
celebrate the decades we spent together, than to dangle victory in front of your nose
and let you believe that it was within grasp, then snatch it away from you to watch
that insufferable smug face of yours turn crestfallen?""You must regret not killing me
when you had the chance," said D'Arcy as he slowly unbuttoned his cloak, letting it
fall onto the ground."It is human to err, is it not? I was there to correct you when
you erred, but who could correct me when I err?" Lorion stroke his staff with a loving
expression, running his fingers over it as one might over the skin of one's
lovers."Heaven and earth are my witness. The world shall judge you, and you shall pay
your dues for your errors." A fog had gathered before D'Arcy's eyes, but even through
the fog he could see sickening dark energies flowing through Lorion's veins like black
worms, fearsome in their power, but which slowly yet surely feed on Lorion's
lifeforce, corrupting all of the mage's organs."Oh? And I suppose you consider
yourself the agent of the world?" Lorion laughed. "Once you were so close to
uncovering the secret of the very fabric of the world, yet you have turned your back
on it! Abandoned your pride as a mage and willingly cast yourself out among the dogs!
Do not speak of the world in vain, for you yourself forsook its secrets!""Light and
darkness, the two primal powers that made the world, exalted above all else. Yet there
is more to the world than just duality." D'Arcy opened his palms and drew two perfect
arcs, and silver threads began to appear at Lorion's feet, weaving themselves into
complex and indecipherable patterns. "I found this when I sought the secrets of Black
Magic at the Rift of the World. It brought me to a place I did not expect - a
dimension beyond our own existence.""Wha - what is this? What have you done? What is
happening to my - my existence?" Lorion cried out in surprise, with a fear that had
not been heard in his voice for many, many years."You once opened the door of magic
for me, master. Now, I open for you - the door of dimensions!" The fabric of space was
stretched to its limit. Though they were separated by a distance of more than thirty
paces, D'Arcy pushed forward with his palm, and Lorion fell backwards into the
dimensional portal that had appeared out of nowhere. Silver threads bound Lorion, and
the black magic in him swelled and thrashed, trying to break the bondage of the
threads."D'Arcy! You will not - you will not win this day!" Half sucked into the
dimensional portal, Lorion mustered all the power he accumulated over the years,
activating the runes etched throughout his body, written in the ancient language of
the demons and impelled by black magical energy."Wither! Wither and die with me!"
Black smoke creeped towards D'Arcy, following the silver threads that he created.
D'Arcy knew exactly the nature of the black smoke and its danger - which was why he
was determined to drive Black Magic from this world forever, no matter the
cost."Goodbye, master!" D'Arcy knew that the black curse had seeped into his soul,
F348989564AE890E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F3491D3EE61DB5BF_## = Capital of the Federation of the Free, the closest human city to
Afata. It is less industrialized than most of Kazell's cities, maintaining balance
between nature and industry.
F34CDBF29BF668BB_## = If anything, they took more damage from the stampede during
their counterattack.While the nobles looked at each other, unsure what to say, Yorn
was the first to respond. "With the cavalry and our Hoofed allies occupied, it is up
to to the infantry to carry the banner. We shall take the lead." The Silverwing and
Templar cavalry had been sent to scout out enemy defenses on the high ground on the
sides of the valley, and the Hoofed warriors had joined the Silverwing Knights, with
only Toro remaining behind at Arthur's request.Arthur nodded. "Good luck."The Templar
infantry were no less disciplined and skilled than their mounted counterparts, and
were by far the best soldiers at Arthur's disposal. In an ideal world he would hold
them back as reserve, to be committed at the direst hour, but under present
circumstances there was no better plan."Form up!" At Yorn's command, the Templar
infantry quickly lined up, ready for battle."Charge!"On the southwest side, the battle
between the Forest Guardians and the Shadow Worms raged on. Tel'Annas kept her gaze
fixed on Marja, leaving the army in Baldum's capable hands while she waited for the
opportunity to shoot Marja's worm avatar to pieces. Meanwhile, Marja commanded her
Dark Behemoths to tear apart the Forest Guardians' lines, looking for a weak link from
where she could incite a rout.While Kriknak and Zill's duel was interrupted by their
respective armies charging in, they were far from idle as they waded in and out of the
battle lines, carefully their counterpart in sight, while putting the skills they
honed for the protection of their mistresses to deadly effect.The Forest Guardians
struggled to hold the line in the face of Marja, Kriknak and the two Dark Behemoths,
which absorbed other Shadow Worms to recover any damage that they took. Tel'Annas
could have felled them with her arrows, but she dared not open herself to attack from
Marja, who was watching her every move at such a close distance.Marja, on her part,
had her own difficulties to deal with. Most of her strength was committed to the
resurrection ritual; the three Dark Behemoths that she sent against the two opposing
forces were prepared long-beforehand. Making an appearance against the Forest
Guardians here with her worm avatar, however, was not part of the plan, but the chance
to kill Tel'Annas here and now, both as the best possible gift to the awakening
Volkath and to break the Forest Guardians' morale, was simply impossible to pass
up.The worms crept upon the Forest Guardian lines. Y'bneth grew thick branches to stop
their attack, while the flowers appearing on the branches healed injured warriors. But
he could not regrow himself fast enough to match the pace at which the two Behemoths
were devouring his appendages.With Y'bneth's attention occuped by the Dark Behemoths,
Kriknak cut a bloody path through the Forest Guardian ranks. The Clawed were the first
to respond to the gap that appeared in their lines, but the tide of worms they faced
was overwhelming, inexorable.Tel'Annas could stand and watch no longer. She raised her
bow and notched an arrow.This was Marja's chance. Her Shadow Worms had already broken
through the Forest Guardian lines, and in an instant her worm avatar disappeared then
reformed itself at the head of the worms, less than a hundred paces from Tel'Annas -
only to find the elven queen's bow pointed straight at her."Your Highness!" Zill
cried. At the same instant Kriknak leaped from the dark tide of Shadow Worms, straight
at Tel'Annas, too quickly and too far away for Zill to stop him."Not so fast."With
Y'bneth's booming voice, two thick branches reached out from among the Forest Guardian
ranks, sending Kriknak flying.As for the Dark Behemoths that Y'bneth was tangling with
-High up in the air soared a great black mountain eagle. The feathers of a mountain
eagle ought to be gold or silver, yet this one was black, for Shadow Worms covered
every inch of its body from head to tail to wing, except its two eyes which continued
to shine, bright and incorruptible.When the Dark Behemoths broke through the Forest
Guardians and charged towards Tel'Annas, it was the great eagle, which had carried its
queen into battle, that dived down towards the Dark Behemoth and pierced the
monstrosity with great claws. The Dark Behemoth instantly split into countless tiny
little worms that crawled all over the eagle. Rather than allowing itself to be
dragged into the ground, the eagle took to the air, carrying the worms with it, giving
Tel'Annas the time she needed to fire off the decisive shot, and that she did, the
arrow heading straight for Marja's heart with the power of darkness and life.The arrow
that ended Volkath's dreams of world domination. Marja was not there to see that, but
now she felt its threat herself. With a smirk her body turned to shadow, and the arrow
passed harmlessly through her body - but the smile on Tel'Annas' face did not fade.
Marja turned just in time to see the arrow that had passed through her turn into a
shaft of light, hitting the second Dark Behemoth with a blinding flash, and the Dark
Behemoth began to visibly wither before Marja's eyes, dropping dead as an empty husk
in seconds."What is this power?" Marja glanced at Tel'Annas' wrist, and saw a dark
purple mark on the elven queen's wrist. And she knew that power well, better than
anything else.Without a word Marja turned and left, and her Shadow Worms and Kriknak
followed. Within moments they were gone from the battlefield, leaving the Forest
Guardians to attend to their wounded and the dead.
F34D7786458A5098_## = Nakroth and Zephys were quickly at odds for their clash of
personalities. They developed a sort of friendship after several duels, in which
neither gained an upper hand.
F372CB69DEFB6795_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F38916F392871008_## = Home to the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild, many
mercenaries come here every summer to participate in the annual competition to
determine the best mercenary in the land.
F3BE269CDE580A52_## = 121cm
F3CF44197CFEA094_## = Eland'orr often seeks inspiration from the stories of the souls
in his lamp.
F3EFC383CB3C0A42_## = Veres
F42E110467FB9E74_## = 27 Dec
F436B8E5606B4EA9_## = Time to go! Be my friend and join my little world with Furball!
F444C414E8AAA5E5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F458A6117DDAC9CE_## = Dirak
F4CF3822B8A7FA30_## = 169cm
F4E197D2F6E9E0F7_## = "Strength or death!"\n\nCresht, the Mermidon, frequently talked
of the Boiling Sea from which he came from. However, when dealing with Cresht, one
would do well to remember that this sea was not so called because of its temperature,
but because of the constant chaos beneath its waters, and that he remained at the top
of its food chain.\n\nAncient records didn't contain much detail regarding Cresht's
origins. The only relevant knowledge that man was able to garner came from a bard's
song: "A monstrosity rising from the sea's hungry depths; its trident so terrible it
brings naught but death." \n\nIn the War of Man and Beast, Cresht fought fearlessly on
the front lines, endlessly tormenting the humans. Surprisingly, Cresht didn't return
to the Boiling Sea after the war. Instead, he took it upon himself to pursue higher
goals than just devouring the frail and weak.\n\n"A battle between Gods and Demons
must include Cresht!"
F4F9C706527A5204_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F4FDEF511972E5B0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F5194A74A65ABBDD_## = Storm Valley
F5354F7B390F1155_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F535D7E38113F3A2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F581A9264B82B0EE_## = Vulpis Ignis
F5A9F964381AB4A3_## = Kingdom of Okka
F5E6BE0092BD2F6C_## = Defers to those who are intelligent, like Veera and Volkath.
F5E7FB703792FD56_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F6150F9A9FC1AA11_## = Why does Murad wear a mask?
F61805AA46F6C874_## = Ilumia and Volkath studied together under Edras. Ilumia admired
Volkath's talent and charisma, but her attentions were rebuffed, and they became
lifelong enemies after Volkath rebelled against Veda.
F62F3D0D72447792_## = There's a test tomorrow, and I don't understand a thing about my
teacher's notes. What do I do?
F64674A36B981FAB_## = "Death reigns eternal!"\n\nOmen the Insatiable was a killing
machine. He was born from the deepest, darkest depths of the Demon Abyss, a place as
cold and soulless as he. Even demons born of the same abyss refused to stand by him,
fearing that his chill would wipe them away.\n\nDespite this, Omen rarely graced the
stage of war. For Omen lived only to kill â€“ not just his enemies, but fellow demons
and the Lokheim fighting alongside him. All who could use him, feared him. Suffice to
say, he was a loose cannon nobody wanted.\n\nThe leader of the Lokheim, Maloch, was at
a loss. He understood Omen was the physical manifestation of the Lokheim's desire to
kill, and that retribution would be swift should he try to leash Omen's abilities. In
the end, Maloch could only hide Omen away in the Abyss. There he stayed, forgotten,
until Arduin's army invaded Maloch's ranks.\n\nMaloch was badly injured and Veera was
busy leading what was left of their army against Arduin's main forces. Neither had the
energy to spare to defend themselves against Arduin's reinforcements. In desperation,
Omen was awakened from his deep slumber, unleashing the murderous desires suppressed
for many years. Omen stood alone on the passage of frost, fighting off every last
member of Arduin's army. No tales of this battle were ever shared as there was no one
left alive to tell them.\n\nSatiated, Omen once again found peace. But tales of his
return soon spread across the land.\n\n"He's the physical manifestation of the abyss!
The bringer of senseless wars and gruesome murders!"
F65D1E93BAA6F1D9_## = Established by Dirak, D'Arcy and Sephera, the organization of
mages has its headquarters at Carano, as well as chapters in the Kingdom of Norman and
the Federation of the Free. It is the highest human authority on arcane matters.
F676318A01B3E2C8_## = Wants to challenge Lu Bu to a duel, if she could find her way
there.
F6902202D30D40EA_## = Kil'Groth
F6B237772F0D661E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Kill</color>
F6B974D4ACD6F9C3_## = All are equal before the executioner's blade.
F720615FE32E03C6_## = I was alone, now I am not.\nTogether we shall walk the sands,
walk with the wind,\nuntil the day comes, and my empire is reclaimed.
F728A10C09300B85_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F780B9ED8D051508_## = Zip
F79CD3BE0B429835_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for spreading the
faith. The Archon Lauriel is the master of the hall, which is the largest and busiest
of the four halls.
F7DCAAB83A3DC975_## = Mist Island
F7E72E9196F6E5F8_## = "This is the best candidate you have?" The Duke of Roses looked
doubtfully at the young girl before him. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and fair
complexion she looked the part of a fine handmaiden, but it was a bodyguard that the
duke was looking for, and the girl hardly looked like she could fend for herself, much
less protect someone else.\n"Her name is Butterfly, Your Highness, and she is one of
our guild's finest," said the liaison officer from the mercenary guild. Seeing the
duke's doubt, he continued, "As per our agreement, you may test her in any way you
wish, as long as she does not come to...permanent harm."\n"This is not my concern,"
said the duke. "My dear Astrid has her own ideas."(Shall I?)\nButterfly gave the guild
liaison a questioning gaze.\n"At your discretion," said the officer. He knew better
than to doubt Butterfly. "Just watch yourself and don't hurt the noble
lady.\nButterfly shrugged. It was a strange position to be in, to spar with the person
she was supposed to protect. But she grabbed her sword's hilt and was in an instant
ready for battle.\n\n"Outstanding footwork. Well-balanced strikes. Lady Astrid has
been taught well." The guild liaison commented as Astrid swung Embertrail, drawing a
flaming trail in the air.\n"She still has much to learn." The Duke of Roses did not
hide his pride for his granddaughter, but he was more interested in the performance of
the other combatant.\nUnlike Astrid's simple moves, Butterfly's silver sword danced up
and down, left and right, as though it had a life of its own. It mesmerized and
dazzled all who were watching, Astrid more so than anyone else. For an instant she
thought she was facing her master, Florentino - no, Florentino's style emphasized
footwork, but it was not especially flashy in terms of sword moves. Butterfly's sword,
on the other hand, seemed to have infinite variations, unpredictable and all but
impossible to see.\nThere was no stopping what you could not see. Astrid had only one
option - she must go on the offensive.\nButterfly sidestepped the first chopping
attack from the crimson blade. With one fluid motion, Astrid stepped up and drew
Embertrail back for a slashing strike. But the aggressive move meant that she was
exposed and open to attack.\nThis was Butterfly's chance. In the blink of an eye the
intricate dance transformed into a single silver flash, aiming straight for Astrid's
neck.\nThe Duke of Roses clenched his fists. It took all his willpower to not call a
stop to the duel.\n"There is no need to worry, Your Highness. She knows when to stop,"
said the guild liaison, not knowing if the duke was even listening.The two combatants
were moving even faster than the onlookers could react, however.\nSeeing Butterfly's
attack going for her throat, Astrid pulled Embertrail back, placing its blade between
her throat and Butterfly's sword point.\nButterfly's sword was stopped, but it did not
stay still. Staying with her momentum, Butterfly continued to pressure Astrid, coming
from difficult angles, forcing Astrid back with every stab.\nIt was not for nothing
that Astrid studied under Florentino, however. It looked like Astrid was taking a step
back, but instead she moved sideways, using the momentum of Butterfly's strike to move
out of its way.\nYet it was not enough.\n"Wha -"\nButterfly's silver sword left her
hand and flew straight at Astrid's head. It was too late to dodge or parry. Almost by
instinct, Astrid turned sideways, hoping to take the attack in her shoulder rather
than her head.\nBut the attack never landed.\nBefore the wide eyes of the duke,
Butterfly's silver sword had returned to her hand - inches before Astrid's
chest."Impressive! Impressive indeed!" The duke broke into applause, half in
appreciation of Butterfly's prowess, half to hide his own nervousness.\nNext to him,
the guild liaison was impassive, as though all this was planned from the beginning.
But his heart beat wildly, and there was cold sweat running down his back. He had no
doubt about Butterfly's abilities as a fighter, but her pedigree was built upon blood
and corpses. For a moment there, he was worried that Butterfly's killer instincts
would get the better of her judgment.\nBut it was as they say: all that ends well is
well.In the arena, Astrid and Butterfly returned their swords back to their hilts, and
they shook hands with sweat-filled palms.\n"I shall protect you, with my very life if
I must."
F80B3ED7627CC53C_## = City of Mercenaries
F82299F1DDCFF4B5_## = Liliana had no physical form, until she met Kyubi the Nine-Tail
who taught her how to focus her form. She took the shape of her mentor, and also
gradually learned to take other forms.\n\nIn her long life Liliana has seen the human
race grow from their humble origins to the dominant power that they are today, and she
is fascinated by this young new race. So she took their form and lived among them,
learning their knowledge and creations while passing on her own knowledge of magic,
helping the human race from behind the scenes.\n\nToday, Liliana has taken the
position of a Federation intelligence officer, a post that affords her the freedom to
travel throughout Athanor and continue to seek the secrets of the world.
F87739673FFF716B_## = Darkness, solitude, hatred.\nWhat is love and what is warmth,
for one who walks in the Abyss?
F895A37E957412AE_## = Veda
F8C81078A314ED22_## = Chapter 13
F9489F1455FE6866_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F94B11EF4D36AB18_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for financial affairs
and taxation. It borders the Kingdom of Okka and its master is unknown, but its
everyday affairs are managed by its deputy, Gildur, who reports directly to Ilumia.
F94F206629B3958A_## = Owns a candy shop.
F965A318DF39CFB2_## = The Lokheim's probing attack did not stop Yorn from joining up
with Baldum. After reviewing the situation, they agreed that Baldum would hold his
position, tying down part of the Lokheim forces while looking for an opportunity to
strike. Meanwhile, an elite group of 300 Hoofed will join the Okka forces in their
charge."Even the heaviest warhorse pales in comparison to our charge," said Baldum,
who spoke with more care in the presence of guests. "Go, Toro. Show Veda and humans
what we are made of.""Aye." Toro glanced down at Yorn, who stood far taller than most
mortal men, yet was dwarfed by Toro's massive frame. Perhaps this was why the edges of
Toro's mouth picked up ever so imperceptibly, and huffed just a little bit at the
shorter man.Yorn, for his part, cared little. He was eager to get going, concerned
about the battle on the other front. The Okka forces were waiting for his news, and
Yorn wanted to get his reinforcements back to Arthur as soon as possible.Meanwhile,
the Okka forces were locked in a difficult fight in the northwest.In the skies, Tulen
and Maloch faced off against each other. They were two of the most powerful beings in
all Athanor, and their battle caught the attention of everybody. Even D'Arcy, who had
been probing the Lokheim defenses, retreated back to his camp and observed the two in
battle.Overflying the battlefield, Preyta was less interested in watching. He ordered
Skud to lead the beast legions into battle, and this time it was no probing attack.
Three legions of abyssal beasts began to make their way towards the Okka camp.The
Templar and Silverwing infantry took defensive formation outside the allied camp,
while the remaining cavalry formed a separate mobile force, looking for opportunities
to deal a decisive blow - if the infantry could hold the line under the assault of
three monstrous legions.The monstrous horde charged with no formation or plan, even
running over their own in their stampede. But they had superiority in numbers, and
they were utterfly fearless, unlike human troops who might break and flee.Waves of
abyssal beasts crashed against the allied lines. Still the lines held, for Arthur had
assigned the best troops from the Templar and Silverwing infantry to key positions,
and the battle-hardened veterans of the Order of Silverwing and fervent fanatics of
the Templars set the example for the other soldiers by being as fearless as the
abyssal beasts.Still, the casualties began to pile up. The Silverwing soldiers took
the brunt of it, for the Templars wore armor blessed by the Holy Light, which resisted
the dark power that the jungle creeps' claws were imbued with. Still, even this
blessing wore down as the battle raged on, and once the power of light was exhausted
they became vulnerable.Diametrically opposed to each other, the power of light and
darkness reacted violently when they made contact, mutually annihilating each other.
Every clash reduced the power of light and darkness in equal measures, and so was the
Templars diminished every time they clashed with the abyssal beasts - the very
Templars that Arthur had counted on to spearhead his planned assault.Preyta did not
know about Arthur's plans, of course, but as a creature of darkness, the power of
light was naturally abhorrent to him, which was why he focused his attacks against the
Templars. He was not making nearly as much progress as he had hoped, however.The
center of the allied line held fast, though the flanks were showing signs of wavering.
Still, the line would not break so easily, not when "he" stood with the troops.Preyta
surveyed the battlefield, and decided to seek Veera's help. It was more than just the
present battle at stake; D'Arcy was the protector of the Great Wall of Norman, and if
he could be killed here and now, the stalemate on the southern front would break wide
open.Still, the mage had no shortage of ways to get out of a tight spot. Preyta would
need plenty of help from Veera if he was to kill D'Arcy here and now.As Preyta plotted
to kill D'Arcy, however, his intended prey also set sights upon him. D'Arcy had fought
Preyta for many years, and he knew that the Corrupted general was the key to the
defeating the Lokheim assault, and he was thinking of ways to knock Preyta out of the
sky, even as he worked to stabilize the flank.D'Arcy could fly if he wanted, but it
was exhausting, and at best he could only fight to a draw with Preyta in the
air."Prince Murad," said D'Arcy to the desert prince standing next to him. "I have a
plan..."As Preyta circled the battlefield he suddenly saw one man charging through the
flanks, moving upstream against the Lokheim tide. It was Murad wielding his twin
blades, and then Preyta also saw D'Arcy following close behind, clearing a path with
his dimensional magic.
F9AA3379911C5751_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
F9C89620C85AADE4_## = Baldum
F9C986347BA5E733_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
F9F01B6214A6C54E_## = Chaugnar
F9F2360308FD6845_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
FA5A0A553AD62437_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
FA5D48D6290C7E6C_## = No one knows what I truly want.
FA6F9DE93721BE70_## = Hates the weak, who remind her of himself.
FA71785EE6C50215_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
FAC84194EC7D8B9D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
FADD76A74FD7BA8A_## = The Verno Mountains lies between Elborne Woods and the Verno
Plains, protecting the home of the elves.
FAF1AA4AB9BC12C3_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
times
FB29702924DF62D3_## = The Ageless
FB2AC6D8DDC4BF53_## = Honor, loyalty, duty...I have given up everything, except the
hope in my heart.\nHelp me achieve my goal, and I will serve you will my life.
FB4971DD32F9BA40_## = 145cm
FB49EDFEE4B885C1_## = Errol the Crybaby
FB59B8E18ED75995_## = Chapter 10
FB782ADA8CD49507_## = Dark Lord Reborn
FB83686F61F47A47_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
FBA8ACC9F822ED04_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
FC2168E92BD4141A_## = Brunhilda
FC352F0C28918992_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
FC44B6EF1DF2B82B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 2
FC4C794EC6CF020F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
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FC825E158BACAC74_## = 11 Nov
FC954C05CAFD5321_## = 21 Dec
FCABE4FFC3817382_## = Valhein and Violet became close friends during their student
days at the Military Academy, and their friendship continued as they both joined the
Demon Hunters.
FCCBA6BC2750A6A4_## = Forest Ranger
FCED3588D4136725_## = The Black Apostate
FCFD4AD2C2388132_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
FD364836AB48A28D_## = In Dreams
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FD7133ECC309B16A_## = Richter
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FDA1805DB85A3F09_## = Not particularly talented, Ishar relies on Furball for many
things.
FDAB2E408C772096_## = Kahlii
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FE0563C99540F076_## = Stay Tuned
FE19238525F90448_## = Lokheim
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FE7918BB22226E31_## = From a young age Eland'orr made a name for himself as a
troublemaker. His parents died in war and he grew up to be an unruly if charismatic
young man. While the elders were absent, he stole the Soul Lamp with his friends and
activated it with his spotty magical knowledge.\n\nThe activation of the Soul Lamp
resulted in a great loss of life, including Eland'orr's friends. Even worse,
Tel'Annas, Queen of the Elves, was overcome by the dark powers of the lamp and fell
into a deep slumber.\n\nFor his sins Eland'orr was imprisoned for hundreds of years
with only the damaged Soul Lamp as company. One night Eland'orr heard the voices of
his old friends in the lamp, and learned that their souls were trapped within, with
Eland'orr the only one who could calm them.\n\nWith his friends' help, Eland'orr
learned to control the power of the lamp and restore it to its former glory. He was
released from captivity by Tel'Annas, and tasked to travel the world for the rest of
his life, to spread warmth and joy, both to the people of the land and the restless
souls within the lamp.
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FEE0908AF1E7B08F_## = Continue to pray without batting an eyelid
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FF70D71E197C4E35_## = The powers of the cosmos are mine to command!
FFADF086D70C75F1_## = Elsu Biography
FFE390AC3320BE05_## = Tulen's thoughts are simple at heart, and he is wary of those
who are complex and difficult to understand - like Ilumia.
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