Fantasy Grounds Forge Novels & Stories

tanong ni Valerie, habang binabantayan ang natutulog na si Alexander. ​"Ina-activate ko ang 'Ghost Forge'," sagot ni Liam. "Ang Outpost na ito ay hindi lang minahan, Val. Isa itong automated factory. Noong bata pa ako, nag-upload ako rito ng mga blueprints ng weapons na itinuturing ng UN na 'too dangerous for Earth'."

That's why I made the castle for school in the middle of this huge forest Island. I grew the most scared to most common plants here, I made the huge two grounds with safety fields to fight in. I made the special chamber of fire to work with the fire element with the help of Jurgen Kingdom. I made the deep tunnel of mystery to restore the water element since it's most rare. I made the cosmos room for sky elements to release their power or recharge them as they tend to drain more energy than others. I made the void-stadium, where soon your matches will be held, with the agreement of my daughter, Aura.

"I can't have a coward for a son. I won't." "Are you kicking me out?" I wiped the blood from my lip. "No." He stayed facing the glass. "I'm fixing you. There is a place for boys who aren't ready to be men. It's called The Forge." "The Forge?" My stomach dropped. "I've heard stories about that place, Dad. That place is a cage. They break people who come there." "Exactly." He turned back. His face was a mask; there was no love, no pity, just ice. "They break the weak parts so the strong parts can grow. You are leaving tonight."

"We go off-grid. Where?" "I need a hardware upgrade," I said, lightly touching the cracked iron collar at my neck. "The 12% output is enough to manipulate ambient magic, but I can't break the remaining eighty-eight runes without catastrophic self-decapitation. I need to find the source code of this iron. I need to find the Genesis Forge." Xander’s entire body tensed. The name clearly meant something terrible to him. "The Genesis Forge is a myth," he said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "It’s an old wives' tale about a subterranean nexus where the first Lycan Sorcerers supposedly stole fire from the dragons."

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

I muttered, tugging at the hem of the impossibly short dress Mary had squeezed me into. The fabric shimmered under the streetlights, catching every neon reflection like an oil slick. Mary swatted my hand away. "You look hot, Em. Own it." We stood in line outside Club Enigma, the bass from inside thrumming through the sidewalk. The club's facade was sleek black marble, no windows, just a single steel door guarded by a mountain of a man holding a tablet. "I feel like I'm auditioning for a part in a bad spy movie," I grumbled, fidgeting with the ornate mask Mary had tied around my eyes. "What's with the masks, anyway?"

The forge’s heart pulses, its walls alive with runes that sing of forgotten wars, their heat like a fever against my skin. We enter, the guardians carrying Cassia, Maddox’s shadows guarding our rear, Sylvara’s aura weaving a faint ward. The forge is a labyrinth of stone and starlight, its air thick with the scent of molten metal and ancient sorrow. At its center stands the guardian—a construct of light and shadow, its form fluid, eyes like twin moons, a mirror to my own. Its voice is a chorus, resonant, cutting through my soul. “Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.”

“The objects. Ryatt’s sword, your blade, Aunt Ella’s mask and the like… each Forge, according to legend, was built to craft specific items. This forge… I assume it made the bow, and Aviva wields it. But she isn’t like us–or, at least, she wasn’t like us, until yesterday. The forge’s job is done. Its power… pretty much dried up after she came out of it ,and Ryatt was able to bring back here from within its resting place. It’s just… water now. Like the falls in Maatua.” “You think there’s a connection between the falls and the forges?” “Yes.” I have nothing else to add at this point. There’s so much we don’t know, and again, I’m struggling to decide whether we need to know. He steps closer, dr

Vanessa asked with a brow raised. Rowan looked at the scroll again before answering. “The forge isn't powered by fire like a normal one. It requires ‘sacred’ materials to function.” Xander stiffened next to me. “What sacred materials?” Rowan read again. “Rare elements, some of which haven’t been seen in centuries. Without them, the forge won’t work.” Vanessa threw her arms up in frustration. “Oh wow. Just when we thought we had gained an advantage over Zerathos and his minions, we now need to find things that may no longer exist.”

Near them, thin green cords connected the base of the forge to the magic tool that provided it with energy: the gem pannel. Gem panels were thin circular sheets of amethyst enchanted with [Low energy gathering], those were on a frame of jade that transmitted the energy towards the forge. Finally, a thin "cord" made out of jades connected the devices. [Your army has invented the Crystal Forge!] [Your army has invented the Gem pannel!] [Smith 1, Smith 2, Smith 3, Smith 4, Warlock 21, Warlock 12, Warlock 4, and Skeletor have received +3 Int. +500 XP]