Guild Wars Novels & Stories

Reply 'Accept' to confirm. I stared at the words Remains Recovery Unit for a long time. My fingers trembled faintly above the screen. The peacekeeping force was deployed to a battlefield halfway across the world. I would have no one for me there. No parents, no Sam, no Melissa. Only the eternal silence of the dead, and the smell of disinfectant in endless tents. In my previous life, I passed the selection too. But I gave it up in hopes of spending my life with that special someone.

"From your dad, no, but general information reaching us is that your dad has been able to tighten the defense on reaching fang steel. He had been able to proceed further, pushing the rogues to back away from the territory" "Great, so how long do you think it would take for him to return?" Regal asked, "I don't know prince Regal, from what I heard, the war is far from finished, though your dad has been able to push them back towards the border, the rogues are also not backing down, they are reinforcing and planning a comeback, so for now, you dad, his majesty won't be able to come back." Wilson replied.

Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara. "I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown friend alone cannot win this game!" "Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!" Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise. "Abraham! Abraham!" There erupted loud yells of his name. Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely. Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.

“You asked for time. I gave it. A full day. That’s more than I’ve given anyone. We are not a kingdom built on mercy.” James stepped forward. “Give her more time. A week. She’s been tortured, beaten—” “She is a slave, Garrick!” Varek barked. “She gets nothing! Every moment we wait, we look weak. You of all people should know that.” James’s eyes blazed as he turned to Varek again. “Speak out of turn one more time—” Draven raised a hand. “Enough. Both of you.” He walked slowly toward James, then placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve grown soft, Garrick. This war is not won with kindness. It’s won with fear. Order. Blood.”

, he pushed the blade off his trout, and stood up, dusted his cloth and asked" shall we? They fought their way back towards the gate of Opin and just before he left his camp, he had echoed the word, Attack! to his own armies, and they charged more with a shout of war and anger towards the armies of the valley. It was morning on earth and the armies from different areas of the world were gathering against the with, more and more, and just at such morning a sudden noise arose from the camp of men, the machinery arrived and leading them was Gudugudu himself, the king of Jogunomi kingdom, and just at such time again, the whole armies of Warlock arrived, what was captivating about these machiner

It was a place provided by the guild for adventurers to train and engage in simulated battles. As I walked, I opened the guild's rule book to look up some regulations regarding adventurers. On page seventeen, it stated that adventurers were not allowed to cause disturbances within the adventurer guild. They were also prohibited from fighting fellow adventurers within the guild. In case of disputes between adventurers within the guild, they could continue their fight in the guild's training area with guild staff members acting as mediators, and the battle would end when one of the adventurers was defeated. I finally reached the guild's training area, located at the back of the adventurer guil

We ended the war that lasted almost 3 hours when we realized that night would come in 30 minutes. None of the River Oval Pack and Mountain Twins Pack warriors were killed on the battlefield, and the number of seriously injured did not reach 100 wolves. On the other hand, the Lycan Wilmar Kingdom was in mourning after losing dozens of their warriors. Their mercenaries, a combination of several rogue groups, did not seem to have died. Rogues could indeed be relied on to increase the number of warriors on the battlefield. Those who hired them were small packs with few warriors and large packs that did not want to lose many of their warriors.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Due to the events that transpired today both during and after work, Kirou decided that instead of jumping into Immortal Era as soon as he got home, he would now do some more research on the game itself. As it stood, Kirou was still an ignorant man when it comes to games, especially one as popular as Immortal Era. He was at a loss at how guilds operate within the game and the various relationships each top guild has with each other. In fact, he wasn't even sure how many top guilds even exist in Immortal Era or what they were about. It is for reasons like this why he's decided to take some time to check this out online. As usual, information obtained in any capacity would be taken with a grain

Gaven War has a smell. It is the scent of metal, storm, and the slow tightening of wolves who know something irreversible is coming. The war room has not been empty since the council knelt. Not once. Scouts come and go. Messengers move between desks and maps. Armor scrapes stone floors as warriors cycle through patrol rotations. No one laughs. No one relaxes. Blackmoor is awake, and now the reports are starting to confirm what I already suspected.