Sigrid tried to reassure the jittery crowd. Some halfheartedly complied with his persuasion. They crowd stuck around for a while until others grew weary. The tension building up inside the room became unbearable. Suddenly the back door of the room slowly opened, and in stepped in a man clad in a long black robe. When he pulled back his hood the rest of the crowd of slaves did not recognize him, but that face was all to familiar to the three gentlemen sitting around a table placed in front of the room.“YOU!!!” DISTRICT DARKAlicia locked herself up inside her house. She felt the entire weight of the world on her shoulders and she wasn’t strong enough to bear that burden. She wanted to get stronger, but there was no possible way she could. The heads made sure of that. They took the covenant book, the only thing that could help her master the art of god magic. The last two remaining dark benders were practically erased from the face of the earth, meaning everything she was
He didn't seem to have remembered his own daughter, and he wasn't aged gracefully. "So who are your friends?" He squinted his eyes in effort to observe the strange group of people behind her 'princess.' "These are the people I mentioned earlier, the ones who can help you with your dilemma," "... You think these people are coming to repair my wagon? They don't seem to be mechanics..." "No, the other problem!" "What do you mean, the other one? Are these the new herdsmen?" "THE MORE SERIOUS Issue!!!" Lora wished she could shake the man's brains out. "I believe the girl was talking about the latest lumberjacks, Chief." Another guy next to him said, leaning back in his seat as if he'd solved the puzzle, his smile unfinished because two of his upper incisors were absent. Lisa was clearly with in the crowd, unable to even raise an ax. Lora let out a long sigh, as if she were a raging lion. "The Monster, monster!" "His wife?" Another man spoke up, creases appearing on his brow
Tyndale felt a severe force push his right shoulder, blue blinding light whisked past his ear, after a while, a sharp pain accompanied the disturbance. He looked to his right and noticed the burning flesh searing off his shoulder. Daito stood behind him pointing his palm towards his direction. He promptly fired another shot when he saw the tyrant charge towards him. Skillfully evading the attempt, Tyndale slid across the mud, taking out Daito’s feet. On his descent, Daito was met with a stiffing blast of heat that choked the air out of his lungs. The blast shot him up the air. Tyndale aimed another blast at him, but before he could gather his stance he was tackled to the ground and both their bodies glided across the mud turning them brown. Tyndale was surprisingly outmatching the duo of Daito and Jericho in certain moments. He flung a blast towards the beast and tackled Daito to the ground. Pinning him to the muddy floor. As Daito struggled to free himself of the stranglehold, Tynda
It began about three weeks ago. As ordinary, a party of lumberjacks went into the woods, but three of them did not return that day. The second party went out, and while working, they confirmed seeing a green creature out there, which attacked them, killing four people. It's been almost a month since the kidnappings began, and we've also issued orders for people not to go into the woods. It's costing us our livelihood; our timber prices have plummeted, and we're barely scraping by. The majority of people are afraid to leave their houses!" "Don't worry, sir... we're here to assist you." The old man was addressed by Slejj. "I appreciate it. "Do you mind introducing me to your friends, Princess?" "Oh, yeah... here's Lisa, Alicia, Stupid, and Slejj," Daito had a despondent expression on his face as he glanced at her. "It's great to see you, Alicia!" "As well as stupid," The old man said. the others surpressed their laughs looking at Daito. Alicia's name sounded like a war cry than
She clung to his left leg and disrupted his attack, giving Jrue just enough time to engage. Tyndale looked down and saw Lora wrapped around his leg, and for a slight second, he had his guard down, exposing a small window of opportunity for Jrue to manage an attack. He reacted a moment too late, and the arm he lifted to serve as a shield was incised with the blade deeply. Jrue tried to add weight to the blade to deepen the puncture and render his arm unusable, but the other free arm reached out, his neck was caught in a strangle, and the man’s fingers dug deep into his throat. Lora was catapulted into the air and as she was floating above the room’s floor her brother collided with her. They came crashing down hard. At that point she could feel her shoulder was out of place, perhaps it was dislocated. Ladzgery looked down at the gushing wound on his forearm and smiled. Nobody knew what was going on inside that sadistic mind of his, but the results of his thoughts weren’t generally kn
"Um, I'm your boss, and I'm pretty much in charge of this hell hole. Is she your mother, by the way, in the painting? She has your eyes. Or maybe you have hers, either way, she is really pretty" "Please show yourself out of my quarters!" she said, enraged by the intruder. "Well, that's no way to treat a guest," Albert said as he stood from his chair and reached for his lance, which was cradled by the little room's door frame. "I came to talk about new terms, a plan, you know, commerce between a lieutenant and his state guard." "Albert, I have no business with you." "... Oh, I'm sure you do. You will understand right after I tell you what I came to tell you" Lora sensed something nefarious was brewing, and she was unwittingly a part of it. "Recently... no, wait, let me be more specific. I received a visit from the captain himself the other day "he exclaimed, chuckling "Don't you have anything more important to do than come here and play make-believe?" Albert was unconcerned
Drom was amongst the state guards, he tried hard to control the pace of his breathing but he could not. His body was without a functioning heart which made doing anything that required rapid movement a strenuous affair. “How’s the king doing?” Thomas asked the crowd of state guards surrounding him. “Uh, not good sir. He might be losing consciousness.” Robert answered back. As he was giving his response he looked back at Drom and noticed a patch of red coloring on his top. He slightly peaked through the sagging shirt and noticed the heavy layer of bandages running across his chest. “I think he might be injured. And he is losing a lot of blood!” “Quickly then! We have to get clear off this battlefield and tend to him!” Tyndale was surprisingly outmatching the duo of Daito and Jericho in certain moments. He flung a blast towards the beast and tackled Daito to the ground. Pinning him to the muddy floor. As Daito struggled to free himself of the stranglehold, Tyndale groaned at him,
"And what is the purpose of the blade?" "It's for, yeah, I read about it in my father's library a long time ago, it's used for the rite when when...no!" Daito's eyes abruptly opened as he realized what the intention of the visit could be. He made a hasty descent down the trunk, losing his balance and slipping off several times. Drom pursued him blindly. "Hey! Dai, what is it tell me!" "Come on Drom! We have to hurry before it's too late." They dashed into the king's quarters, cutting across the courtyard like a pack of chasing mice. When the two guards at the front gate saw them, one of them screamed. "He's right there! Before the ritual starts, we must restrain him." Come on, Dai, it isn't that far!" "You're only saying that because you've already reached the top." Dai struggled to reach the top of the tree. As he clung to the hard bark, it continued to grit his delicate hands as he fought to ascend it. He gradually made it to the brink, where they perched on a branch protrud