Days of the living Darkness のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

It was in the reign of King Job Marwick, the last king before the rise of the Levia reign. King Marwick was a bastard, pervert and sluggard; he destroyed the long built system of past Kings and chieftain of Morrigan, now known as Riana. Although the Soldiers were great the kingdom itself was in chaos, only high-born were allowed to live off the good of the land leading to high rise in crime all over the four districts then. The Soldiers did as they pleased and no one could challenge them, being a maiden was a curse in this era, they were helpless, treated like animals, even lower than animals. During the tenth reign of King Marwick, the fourth district grew peaceful, crime did not only reduce, it stopped and Soldiers as well as nobles misusing authority either went missing or were humiliated and chased out. All this began when a man named Marcus Levia stepped into Morrigan. News reached King Marwick after ninety days, so he took a stroll to know who the gentle man was, seeing Marcus

Kingdom of Vencia A month some days has passed since the claim on Vencia, the Drokan people were now wholly settled in Vencia - the damaged buildings have been put in good form, they had even placed a market, not for sales but for distribution of needed supplies. The royal compound was also set in place, the walls around about were demolished and four towers, tall wooden made structures were undergoing construction at four points of the compound. Three cottages stood on each side of the compound while another at the middle, on its slate made roofing hung a pole, bearing the emblem of the Drokan Clan – fluttering majestically to the calm flowing wind. Before the middle cottage, Dorak Herra sits on a chair like throne made of ironwood, dark as night having a well-polished surface looking like silver. Covin stood by his side with two of his brothers while two other sons stood by the other side - they were all cloaked in green hooded cape. A short distance from Dorak Herra, five men in

Nacroy Margret’s tavern was a bit scanty for it was still very early, but a few people still chatter about, some from last night going home, others working and a few seated at the corridor of the Inn having a drink. Elroy walks out of the Inn feeling refreshed from the hot bath, he peered over to the tent were Celsius was only to see three filthy looking men searching the saddle bag on Celsius. “What’s going on here?” Elroy yelled, reverting everyone’s attention at him, “Celsius, really? Even after the good treatment” Celsius glanced at him then went back to eating the hay before him. “You named your horse?” One of the unclean men asked worriedly. Elroy recalled seeing them in the market-place; they were same men following him. “That’s not the problem here,” Elroy assured as he walks towards them “what are you doing over there?” “What does it look like, we are checking for the silver,” the taller man of the three spoke with confidence, wiping the snot from his nose. “What silve

Waters of Ramenia A ship drifts through the deep-blue sea raging on its sides, on deck the ship a company of Knights vested in purple armor struggle to keep the sail of the main mast and foremast in order as the howling wind beats against them. By the starboard a bit close to the bridge stood Prince Fredrick, calm and still, clenching hard on the shrouds while gazing at the beauty of the setting sun. "You are pretty good at hiding your fears Prince.” Eslar noticed as she approached. “It’s not good enough if you noticed” As soon as Eslar got to Prince Fredrick she clings unto his hand, “First time at sea?” “First….First time on a ship actually.” Prince Fredrick spoke confidently, trying to keep the pressure arousing through him on check. “I find that fascinating and hard to believe” “I get that a lot, on so many things” “Then there’s more to you that meets the eye.” “You will be very disappointed Commander” Prince Fredrick narrowed his eyes at her. “Let’s start with you callin

About half a mile from the walls of Riana, just before the glooming woods, Elroy stood beside Celsius holding a large sack. Immediately he mounted it on Celsius a familiar stench came upon his nose, he tried grasping what it was when a flash of light shun behind him, not too bright, but enough to cast a huge shadow in front of him. Elroy instantly turned around, holding unto the hilt of his sword, ready to cut the enemy down, but what he witnessed was unexpected. He trembled at the sight of the bloodcurdling evil he beheld, for the aura protruding out of the Behamolt signified death. As soon as Elroy got hold of himself a swipe from the beast sent him spinning into the air, with a brutal force he lands on the ground meters away from the creature. The Behamolt saw no pity in devouring Celsius, it clawed and ripped it limbs from limbs, chewing and nibbling its insides. It was unexpected, Elroy should still be able to move, but he couldn’t – from the fear or the fall, he wasn’t sure,