Stormcloaks Or Imperials Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, he looked less like a prince carrying the weight of two worlds and more like an ordinary young man. Then the laughter faded. A cold breeze swept through the park. Kael's expression hardened. "We're not alone." A shadow moved inside the abandoned church. Then another. Unlike the Shadow Hunters, these figures wore crimson cloaks embroidered with golden symbols. Kael's eyes narrowed. "No..." Liana stepped closer. "What is it?" His voice became barely above a whisper. "They're Royal Guards." "Isn't that a good thing?" "It should be." "Then why do you look worried?"

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

"The Golden Claw pack is at our borders, and they're demanding to see Ava." My heart sank, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. It seemed like my worst fears were coming true. The war was coming to our doorstep, and I didn't know if we could avoid it.

The rest all have this same deep forest green cloak over their clothing. I’m not sure if the Rift is slowing down the battle for my sake or if I am so used to watching battle that it feels as if time has slowed, but the black and grey cloaked figures appear to be all male based on size and the width of their shoulders. Their movements are broad and sharp, more aggressive. The forest green cloaks seem to be more ceremonial, with flecks of something metallic woven in. Not something you would see on a traveller. Their movements seem to be more fluid.

The refugees looked up, shielding their eyes as the sky pulsed in resonance with their saviors’ bond. A thunderous roar echoed across the bluffs as imperial battalions crested the ridge—two hundred strong, lances flaring in dawn’s glare. But as they charged, boots clanged and the earth itself shivered. Dream-silk threads erupted from the fang, snaring riders and horses alike, winding into unbreakable knots of starlight.

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

The only commonality among these six individuals was that they each had the same emblem on the back of their respective armor. This was another team-oriented mechanic that could be found in Immortal Era. This mechanic is for persons that wanted to work together with a greater number than can be accommodated by standard parties but has fewer numbers than what is needed to form guilds. Members would have to register at a Mercenary guild, where they would then be allowed to form mercenary groups. These mercenary groups are given roughly the same amount of benefits that guilds can have, with a few restrictions.

My eyes have never seen people so elaborately outfitted. Neither Jean nor any other human wore such an eye-catching outfit as I see currently. They are massacring the …imps? This dungeon spawns imps, right? Isn't that a subject that is near and dear to my heart? In the past, I was an Imp like that, dying from a swing of a sword or even a kick. Ah, sigh. The strange thing is, who is that human fighting against the group of humans? Wait a minute...analysis [Drifter] Level 0

T O M O R R O W I woke up early because it was 6 a.m. the royal families will come. I immediately took a shower and got dressed. I was wearing our school uniform and of course not losing the cloak. The cloak I'm wearing is green with the HU logo on the right chest, on the back is MONTREAL. its embroidery is still cursive and only moderate in size. At the bottom of it is written ALPHA. I just took my sword and tied it around my waist before going out and going to the grounds.

The armor that these Knights wore gave out a distinct luster while their silken scarves and capes looked brand new, but stranger still they all seemed to be laughing and cheering, it was the Dwyle clan again, celebrating the fact that there was still some war left to fight in. “Damned bastards” Lurti scowls as he spits on their direction. I could see the Legionnaire Cohorts the 23rd, the 35th and the 29th also getting into formation while the Spearman Cohort 19th and the 78th also move in for the march. In the back were the Musket Gunner Cohort the 60th all, hurriedly strapping their muskets to their backs. I get in formation with the rest as Trosdig starts banging his shield with his sword,