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The warm smell of summer fruit hangs in the air in the distant corners of the world of legends. Battlements of great kingdoms are surrounded by leagues of corpses on all sides while the stench of the dead quickly overpowers any beauty that summer would normally bring. The dead have not risen, that is a good thing for the living, cultists gather for moon light ceremonies in secret ancient groves and pray to their dark gods. The rivers once filled with sweet water now run blood red, permanently stained by the chaos of war, the gods thirst for more and thrust all their believers to a never-ending battleground where only souls depart from.
The blood moon rises in the late months of fall, the winter is close and the cult of the undead perform their annual ritual to the lord of the dead in hopes that they will be blessed with his holy might. The fields scattered with small pockets of hooded figures chanting in an unknown language to a god from a time long forgotten in the world of legend. The snow starts to fall and the undead do not fear the cold like mortal men, winter is coming.
If the witch of winter was not bad enough herself - undead roam the forest and the corpses of the fallen refuse to stay still. After the ritual of the blood moon was performed in the fall the undead will rise all winter unless the cult of the dead is stopped! Trade routes have been cut back and alliances pushed to their breaking point as kingdoms fight for resources, land, and of course safe passage. With many of the armies on the front lines of battle little attention is paid to the coming darkness in the forest and the mountains. Great battlefields lay vacant, only blood and visceral remain. One can be certain that these bodies were not removed from the field of battle to be buried in peace with their fallen comrades. They now march in unison to the nearest kingdoms looking to bash down the gates and continue the never ending cycle.
Winter is upon us, are you ready?
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JANUARY EDITION 1 Yr 2
The darkest of trails now hide even darker secrets in the world of legends. The race of men have united with the undead in a most unholy way and now are a scourge coursing across the land. Raiding Orcs have been spotted in the foothills and in the very same forests looting and pillaging anything they can find. The undead do not seem to bother the orcs as few casualties remain on those battlefields, orcs are very resilient compared to humans or elf so even for the undead they are not an easy foe. Echoes of dark chanting can be heard on the wind as if the air itself spoke the foul words.
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FEBRUARY EDITION 1 Yr 2
On the coldest nights under the brightest of moons the wolves can be heard howling in the wind, but one can be heard above all others. The world of legends shakes off the snow of winter as the warm wind of spring slowly creeps through the world. The undead hordes now clash with each other as orcs raid the countryside. There is no longer a safe space for men and elves alike as the greatest dangers of the world have come calling and only the wolves know where they are at all times. Sounding like a battle horn the wolves sit and watch, waiting for their next free meal or shelter left behind by careless armies marauding in the world of legends.
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MARCH EDITION 1 Yr 2
Spring colors pop giving the world of legends that wow factor as the blood has been rinsed from the fields where not long ago soldiers clashed and rose again as undead. The undead and the humans that control them continue to dominate the world as the orcs force their way into the world leaving no stone unturned they assault the humans who fight the undead. This great war has evolved as the gnomes come out of their hiding places fighting to the bitter end in a civil war that has divided their culture! The other races support the humans and orcs on all fronts while the avians retreat to their mountain top roosts.
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APRIL EDITION 1 Yr 2
The summer months bring great storms and force the wolves from the dens on lower ground. Wars of epic proportions wage on all around the world of legends. Lighting cracks through the sky as meteors rain down all around the world burning villages and forest to dust and ash. Dragons can be seen daily passing overhead to lay siege to kingdoms barely able to defend their walls. Wizards chanting can be heard all over the world as if you were surrounded. The wolves know all the safe places but even the mountains are no longer safe as the avians look to protect their roosts and gnomes retreat back to their mountain empires as the great gnome civil war has come to an end!
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JUNE EDITION 1 Yr 2
Darkness creeps across the land. Day and night the undead roam the world of legends in search of their fellow creepers. They heed their masters' call as the cultists voices are carried by the winter winds reflecting off of the mountains to the north like a great horn billowing the call to arms. The wolves howl in protest of the foul winds song as they rally in the great forests of the snow elves that offer them shelter as beasts of nature. The world of legends is now a cold dark place as once great human kingdoms lay smashed and broken only to freeze and stagnate over the winter months. What little army the kingdoms had left fled to the hills and valleys in search of refuge until the land was safe once more.
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JANUARY EDITION 1 Yr 3
To the south of the world of legends the constant war has yielded early spring as dragons continue to scorch the earth, never allowing the flora to regrow or fauna return. The great grazing lands of the south are now barren wastelands as marauding orcs destroy a seemingly forgotten kingdom who retreated to the safety of their great keep, so goes the war poem. Heavy horses tear up the land returning to formation as great armies prepare to march again, to the north against the undead hordes! The gnomes push through the light snow and ice covering the many entrances to their hidden realm only to find countless undead patrolling their once sacred place.
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FEBRUARY EDITION 1 Yr 3
The spring is back and with it drums of war from the south as the orcs begin to march north again to meet the undead in battle. Humans attempt to route them from the south in hopes of defeating the undead cultists who have been plaguing the lands since the age began. The gnomes fight hard to retake their ground as the undead have moved in and do not intend on leaving anytime soon. It seems that all eyes are focused on the undead to the north who have overtaken the human kingdom there and prepare to march south to meet the orcs, humans and gnomes in a bloody battle that no side is ready to back down from.
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MARCH EDITION 1 Yr 3
The summer brings the hottest days and the coldest nights, alone in a clearing laden with crosses marking the burial of great warriors a cloaked hooded figure places its pointed gauntlet on a large boulder near the center and begins chanting in a language only known to the dead. Eyes glow and flicker as each word is spoken.
SURGE SURSUS! Astra inclinant, a solis ortu usque ad occasum, a minore ad maius, flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo. NON LOQUI SED FACERE, NON DUCOR, DUCO! SURGE SURSUS!
The figure bellows out the last of the words a shockwave of green and purple energy is projected from the figure and expands in all directions only fading as it reaches the tree line. The ground trembles as bony figures push their way through the soil clawing at the earth as if trying to escape, they chant a bone curdling song as they RISE UP.
If we are one grain of sand in the middle of the ocean. Can you try to understand how our touch can cause explosions? RISE UP! We're too great to be landed. RISE UP! We're too great to be sleeping. RISE UP, RISE UP! We are the APOCALYPSE in a pill that keeps us floating, as we fly above the stars the height won't scare us falling. RISE UP! We're too great to be landed. RISE UP! We're too great to be sleeping! They will never stop us!
The hooded figure turns and marches into the darkness with their new army in tow, shadows rise from the earth and quickly vanish into the darkness. Only the clash of rusted steel can be heard trailing off into the distance accompanied by the glowing eyes of those returned.
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APRIL EDITION 1 Yr 3
The sound of songbirds echoes in the distance as great armies shed blood constantly over the same acres, battle after battle. The undead have met with heavy resistance as all the races of the world unite against their unnatural cause. Together we will triumph, only together can we make the world of legends great again. The King proclaims as he thrusts his longsword into the air while his horse rears and bucks its front hoofs neighing in agreement! TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE! HEEYAH!!
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MAY EDITION 1 Yr 3
Winter is back with vengeance carving its way through the valleys and mountains of the world of legends. Soldiers freeze to death while they are marching and in the night strange noises are heard at the edges of the camps costing the armies their war horses. The undead lurk in every corner now in the world of legends, even those defeated rise again to meet the call of battle once more. Neverending tides of undead continue to sweep across the world leaving only destruction and terror in their wake. Only few living kingdoms have been able to fend off the fiends but the winter cuts off trade routes and food becomes scarce. With the undead in the woods hunters barely make it back alive and the farmers fields are all abandoned.
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JULY EDITION 1 Yr 3
A new year dawns in the world of legends as the winter wars rage on kingdoms divided and find themselves lost in no mans land unable to find a worthy foe. Many kingdoms are destroyed by civil war as the undead continue to salt the earth with their very presence defiling all fauna and flora in their path. The humans fight valiantly but even the greatest warriors struggle in the winter months to maintain their composure. Once great kingdoms thought to be the standard struggle to maintain their position in the world of legends while upcoming fledgling kingdoms battle each other for the bragging rights of the crowns in all their glory. One thing is for certain there are few that can match the ferocity of the undead who currently find no trouble dominating the battlefield.
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JANUARY EDITION 1 Yr 4
Snow continues to fall on vacant battle fields, the winds are so cold the undead have frozen still in their armor in the far north, unable to move. They stand like statues on a neverending watch of the dawn of each day and the solace of every moon rise. The cries of fallen avians can be heard echoing through the mountains and valleys as they sing a melancholy song for their fallen kin. They wind whistles through the trees as orcish wargs can be heard howling deep within the vast network of forests within the world of legends. Kingdoms are invigorated by the slow of the undead advancement and rally together holding their swords high they march into the maelstrom of war.
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FEBRUARY EDITION 1 Yr 4
Spring air brings refreshing scents as the trees of war reroot themselves back in the great forest like their ancestors who fought in ages past. The air clears the battlefields of the stench of the undead as they are currently nowhere to be seen on the battlefield, it is unclear where the cultists have gone and their new sinister plan is for the world. The drums of war continue through the night as humans and dwarves unite in an attempt to stem the orcish tide of war. The orcs descended on the land like a tidal wave and looked to sink any kingdom that stands in their way to control the heart of the world of legends.
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MARCH EDITION 1 Yr 4
The air is warm now, the drums of war have fallen silent as the orcs who chanted their war poem into battle are beaten back from the fray. Victory was almost in their grasp but in their bloodlust neglected the power of a true magic user and fell victim to one of their only weaknesses. Gnomes and humans alike rejoice in song and dance as the undead have mostly vanished from the world and legends and the invading orcish tide has been stemmed. For how long can the peace last? Great songs are told as thunderous cheers can be heard across the world of legends but there are still many great victories to be had! The orcs and undead may be battered and bruised but they will fight until every last one of them has died sometimes countless times in the chaos of war.
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APRIL EDITION 1 Yr 4
The day was growing late and I was just chasing down a rabbit for my dinner when in the distance I heard the drums of war fall silent and the orcish horn indicating to me that war poem orcs and their human guides in these lands were routing from the field of battle. My dinner had gotten away for now but there was a much more interesting thing happening now and I would no doubt be feasting with the human and gnome alliance looking to defend the world of legends from the orcish invaders! As I raced back to the battlefield orcish warriors were stampeding in all directions to escape the fury of the humans king's greatsword as he chased them to the edge of the battlefield. With a sweeping advance he cut down three right in front of my eyes and held for a moment his blade dripping with green blood.
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MAY EDITION 1 Yr 4
Winter is upon us once again with its fury, strange things now occur in the world of legends. Large groups of every race have been working together and have been very successful in controlling the lands as of late. The undead cultists, gnomes and human alliances are all in shambles clawing for every acres of land they can before the winter truly sets in. There is bound to be winter warfare and it is just a matter of time. All times of this conflict brace for their impending doom on the battlefield as winter brings terrors that race is ready for and on the darkest coldest nights vaste armies of undead can now be seen marching through the valleys, but we know now where they travel. Humans rejoice in their keeps having defeated the last great undead army before settling in for a long hibernation, watching their walls and keeping torches lit and fires burning throughout the night, every victory brings the human kingdoms closer together than they ever thought possible as the northern humans regain their strength.
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JUNE EDITION 1 Yr 4
The cold winter air and snow makes even the wolves with the thickest coats shiver when it is head on. We run to the great northern woods for cover from the blizzard storm only to see the undead marching towards the south, towards the free human kingdoms who had just recently vanquished the undead and routed the great war tribe of orcs from the land. Stragglers remain and forge new alliances and bonds in order to survive, small bands of orcs, gnomes, avian all displaced by the terror of war. They have had enough and now they fight for their land once again it will be theirs, their ancestral homes returned should they be victorious!
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JULY EDITION 1 Yr 4
I trekked through the frozen lands of the world of legends searching for food during the great storm. I came across a lone pair of tracks, too small to be an orc but too wide to be that of an elf or any gnome I had ever seen. I began to hunt my prey. Several hours later I came across a lone figure cloaked in black, hood down sitting in front of a fire struggling to stay lit. I watched from my vantage point at the edge of the clearing as he spoke magical words and a fireball erupted in the center of the fire which instantly warmed the air. He spoke the language of the dead, surely he must be one of the undead cultists but this place does not stink of the undead. The figure began roasting a rabbit he had caught over the fire, I was starving, freezing, there had been no food for days. I moved in closer and the slightest compression of snow beneath my paws averted his gaze in my direction, he glanced at me as if to pay no attention and turned back to the fire. I crept up to his side and could see he was wounded, he must have been exiled, for why else would he be here alone. The food was now cooked and without saying a word he offered me some, as I ate our eyes never broke contact and at that moment his wound had vanished and so had his food. He smirked at me and placed his black hood back over his head and that moment he slipped away into the darkness with no trace of him to be found. I was alone again and the air turned frigid again as only ashes now remain. The food I thought I had eaten was nothing but an old bone with no substance. Was he real, was this an illusion?
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JANUARY EDITION 1 Yr 5
Hungry, cold, lost, without the rest of the pack I wandered alone through the frozen tundra in the world of legends. Creatures of every race had fallen victim to the icy maelstrom of winter storms. Finally nearing the edge of the tundra the tracks reappear as the ice and snow melts away giving way to the brown earthy soil below. I thought to myself as I continued to push forward enjoying the warmer air, maybe he was real afterall, clearly some spell was used to trick my senses. Horns of battle in the distance I began to trot, louder they grew as if calling to me in the distance. Running with vigor I sense danger and skid to a stop through the underbrush. I slide out onto the edge of a mountain overlooking a great lush valley protected from the harsh realities of winter. In the distance, several small plumes of smoke can be seen. Four great armies gathered on different vantage points surrounding a great fortress, the biggest in all the land known for their love of mage and high recruitment rate of new wizards, a veritable mages guild. They have sat atop their mountain for many years now and no one has seen a single army leave their palisades since the age began when their doors remained sealed to outsiders. The great armies surrounding their position all fly various banners and not one is allied with the other as small skirmishes break out along the edges of the armies formations. Sword, axe and hammer clash in the distance as all the races of the world unite on one battleground waiting to see who will make the first move. The air around me turns frigid as I feel a bone chilling touch of ice on my backside but as I turn the cloaked figure turns to dust and is blown away on the wind.
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FEBRUARY EDITION 1 Yr 5
Long I slept on the ledge waiting to hear the drums of war or the great gates of the fortress opening I slumbered in and in the darkness a dreamscape appeared. The air was still and everything was frozen in place as I trot through the scene with no control of my actions. A shadow, I followed the hooded figure, as I closed in he began to look eerily familiar to me though I could not place him. I chased him around the forest faster and more stealthy than ever before not making a single sound. I came to a cleaning and as I saw him kneel down to the water his being began to fade into ash. I race to the edge of the water to get a scent at the very least of this phantom traveler that I have been stalking for days, or am I the one being chased. As I near the water's edge he is all but gone, ashes in the now fierce wind that scatters his essence. I look into the water and take a drink to revitalize myself and in the water I see my reflection, not of me, but of him. The world shakes and rumbles as I awaken to ice cold rain and wind beating against me.
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MARCH EDITION 1 Yr 5
After a long journey back to the mountains I am refreshed from my travels. I hear the sounds of undead and humans up ahead and hide in the bushes. I recognized the banners of these cultists and I hid from view very far away from the road in case they had scouts flanking the ridges on either side. They did not fear anything as they marched away from the place where so many were massing before my departure. As I sat under a downed tree branch I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “Run”, I turned to look and only shadows vanished from sight. I snuck out from under the branch and ran with all my might away from the army of cultists and their human minions. As I arrived on the scene two armies were at each other's throats holding the entrance to the valley while the greatest of the armies was at the gates of the great fortress attempting to bash down the gates while using sheer numbers and their mastery of magic and stealth to chip away at the fortresses defenses. They could not hold out forever, I found a vantage point opposite the main gates and lay in watch as countless gnomes used everything at their disposal to break down the walls and take everything inside.
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APRIL EDITION 1 Yr 5
I stirred from my slumber, in my dreams, I chased the shadow that followed me in the waking world as it did in the deepest corner of my mind. Whatever magic this was, it was surely powerful and this being that pursues me knows no quarter and can see into the deepest corners of my mind. Gnomish battle horns echo loudly off of the mountains awakening me with eyes wide open I gazed at the theatre of war. Just at that moment as if timed perfectly a mystic vortex envelops the great mage fortress and the entire structure vanishes. Imploding as it were all the spectators could only catch a glimpse through an otherworldly portal, the ground trembled and shook as a great storm erupted overhead. The portal collapsed into itself and with it sent a shockwave knocking down everyone and everything in its path including the trees which broke like matchsticks against its might. The shockwave was eerie yet beautiful from my vantage point but within seconds after it erupted a sonic boom followed which stole the very breath from my lungs as I gasped for air I hurried away to gather my thoughts and consider what had happened and where they may have ended up.
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MAY EDITION 1 Yr 5
The winter approaches again and the trees finish their cycle of rebirth and begin their long slumber through ice and snow. Tonight marks a special time for all wolves in the world of legends. Not only is there a double full moon in the coming days but also the most powerful of all the moons shines bright tonight. The symphony of wolf song echoes off of every mountain and is carried by the wind to all corners of the world. Tonight the shadow world is not bound by the divide of material and immaterial and many magic users have placed protective spells over their entire cities in anticipation of the coming darkness. Even the cultists are nowhere to be found as the denizens of the darkest deeps will prowl the world of legends tonight. The wolves send out their warning to the world as dark magic can already be sensed on the wind. Winds of change are sweeping through the world of legends as many wars still rage on; warriors are caught in a maelstrom of fury within their own minds they turn to their battle brothers in blind rage striking down anyone in their path. Tonight even the wolves refuse to tread in the darkest corners in the world of legends for fear of transforming into something far more terrifying blinded with rage, hungering for living flesh and bone, driven only by madness. Hear the wolf song on the wind and cast your spells, the darkness comes for you, all of you.
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JUNE EDITION 1 Yr 5
July 1st Yr5 - Swift Strife
General Stores Log
Entry One, Day Shift,
It has been some time since I have seen any travelers, adventures, or even merchants. I fear that this may be the end of my general store, the storm has made travel nearly impossible and there is always the fear of raiders and worse the undead. I feel like it has been an eternity since I have seen the sun as this storm seems never ending darkness almost as if the gods themselves block out the light. The wind howls outside and I can sometimes hear the sound of wolves near the windows but they have yet to attempt entry into the store. Worse still I am low on firewood and will at some point have to journey into the frigid wilderness to cut down some timber for the fires that keep me warm here on the road less travelled. I am overdue on a shipment I have already paid for and I am terrified that my good friend has been overcome by the storm….or worse. I maintain faith that they will still make it, but the storm grows much worse, a great tree fell last night. I will likely have no choice but to attempt to harvest its timber.
Sincerely yours,
The OWNER.
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JULY EDITION 1 Yr 5
Jan 1st Yr6 - Swift Strife
General Stores Log
Entry Seven, Night Shift,
.... It is ….. So cold. Still no signs of life anywhere near the store, this could be my last days. I managed to get the wood for the fire to stay warm but I have just run out of food. Not even the wolves come near the building anymore. This bite… the bite, when I was gathering the lumber for the fire a wild beast white as snow pounced me from behind snarling like a savage beast it bit me on my hand and arm and I am beginning to lose sensation in my right arm all together. I can barely scribe this entry. The fire burns bright and the store warm but it is as if my very blood in my body is frozen, my senses have become somewhat increased but that just makes it impossible to sleep at night. OH MY! A Customer....
Entry Eight, Night Shift,
The blood… all the blood… what have I…
the page becomes bloody and the writing becomes no longer legible
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JANUARY EDITION 1 Yr 6
Feb 1st Yr6 - Swift Strife
Adventurer's Diary,
Day 10.
Somewhere near wolf mountain,
The storm was not supposed to last this long and I have been turned around several times. I found myself walking through the same footprints I had laid in the snow days ago. It is as if some magical force is preventing me from reaching my destination. Wolves constantly howling night or day makes me feel fairly certain that this is wolf mountain. I am unable to see more than a few feet in front of my hands as this blizzard rages on. At night time the wolves test the boundaries of my encampment. Separated from my horse which ran away several days ago before the storm really started to hit hard I lost all my weapons. I have left my trusty shield and knife. That will not do so well against a sword but It may afford me protection from the wild life out here.
Day 15.
Somewhere near wolf mountain,
This must be the biggest, longest and most feral storm I have ever witnessed and seems to only be getting worse. I can no longer stay in this cave as I am starting to get snowed in and I dare not travel deeper lest I disturb something more wicked below, if there even is anything below me. I am nearly out of food now and have been unable to trap anything or forage anything. Spring will never come soon enough, there is a general store on this map I have, but it is very old and who knows if there is even anyone left alive in weather like this out there! The wolves have been quiet for several hours now, I must go!
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FEBRUARY EDITION 1 Yr 6
Mar 1st Yr6 - Swift Strife
Adventurer's Diary,
Day 15.
Somewhere near wolf mountain,
I wandered through the storm as drifts of snow blocked all I could see before me, I questioned everything that appeared as I had been out in the cold for so many days now. My new trappings were really proving its worth for the past several fortnights. I heard a scream in the wind, that of a man. I hurried my pace in the direction in case there was another traveler in need. I travelled for what felt like hours, I have some across very big paw prints in the snow here. What ever made these tracks was very large, larger than even the biggest of known wolves. I placed my hand in the print of the beast and my fingertips did not even touch the corners. The print was frozen in the snow which told me it had been some time since their monster had passed through the area. Beasts like these do not normally go away and tend to claim miles of territory as their hunting grounds as they roam wild and free.
Day 17.
Two days journey north of wolf mountain,
It is getting dark now and I can not last much longer out in this frigid land. I have seen no other tracks of the beast that I had seen from days ago and seeing them now felt like aeons ago. I am running out of food and water but I see a light in the distance and is that? Smoke!. I hurried my pace as the storm appeared to calm down ever so slightly just enough to make out what looked like the general store I had been looking for on my map! This means I am where I thought I was! Making sure my shield was secure to my back I sprinted for the store.
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MARCH EDITION 1 Yr 6
The storm howled louder than ten thousand wolves would on the brightest of moons, trees snapped in half like twigs while even larger trees came crashing down from the sheer weight of ice and snow which clung to every inch. Like a siren's song the wind whistled through the branches of the ice covered forests and only grew with intensity as time went on.
On your feet my friend
Run, they're closing in
Follow me for protection
Keeping you safe from destruction
I am the one who's sent to save you
I can replenish what they've taken from you
I am (am, am, am, am, am)
The one who's sent to save you
Howling through the night like a chorus of angels the wind grips the world of legends tight in its grasp, refusing to surrender to the fires of chaos. Daily its breathes life into the world of legends in an effort to snuff out any wills that would seek to destroy her. Forever and always, until the end of time.
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APRIL EDITION 1 Yr 6
Guard Captain's Log
Human Forest Garrison, WOL province
Somewhere near the Dark Forest
Sounds in the night, un holy abominations lurk in the woods beyond our firing line, archers have been getting no sleep and our scouts have not returned with any food for days. The mountain pass is closed off from an avalanche and we are cut off from our capitol city and any reinforcements or supplies. Times look grim and the men wonder if they will ever see their families again.
Later that night
Screams, and darkness, all the torches had been snuffed out. As I drew my sword I heard the men downstairs screaming in agony and steel crashing against stone and wood. Blood curdling screams continued to echo up the stairwell, I opened the door slowly, just that moment a great force pushed the door open tossing me across the room and out of the window for the tower. Landing on the snow covered ground with a loud thud, winded and bleeding I coughed blood out onto the ground and used my sword to pick myself up. Looking to the window a hooded figure had its gaze cast upon me for I could feel a sense of fear and impending doom as if death itself was looking at me. Without looking back I ran to the tree line, the only way home was through the Dark forest and around the mountain pass, north. I made the tree line and hid in the bushes gasping for breath and I spat blood out into my hand, careful not to leave too much of a trail.
somewhere in the Dark Forest
It felt like countless hours had past, wounded and fatigued from this wicked energy that invaded my very soul. I felt dizzy and stopped against a tree. I caught my breath and looked up, shocked and terrified I found myself back at the Garrison. It was in flames and crumbling from some unknown force. The bushes behind me stirred and I turned around. Eyes wide now, I am surrounded by undead and their master, the necromancer that had syphoned my very essence. I dropped my sword and the world faded to black as I fell to the ground face first into the snow. This was the end...
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JANUARY EDITION 1 Yr 7
For a very long time I sat on the edge of the mountain looking down at war raging across the world of legends. In the distance I could hear the clash of steel and battle cries as every race of the world slaughtered one another with no regard for the world around them. Closing my eyes I draw a deep breath of cool crisp air and exhale. In my mind I see the warriors dancing on a stage with many faces all pause and look at me as if waiting for my command to attack. I stare at them blankly as if I do not exist and they simply look into the empty air that surrounds me. I close my eyes once again and deeper I travel into a state of trance ascending beyond the immaterial realm of dreamers I connect with my spirit animal. A cold ice cave, I open my eyes and before me stands a great white wolf which beckons me to her side. I walk over to her and sit down head held high as wolf pups rush out from the rear of the cave and in that moment I am home. A blinding light emanates from the entrance ahead where I first opened my eyes and it envelopes all of existence and for a time I feel warm inside. My eyes wide again the warriors have begun their duel to the death for me as I watch. As each combatant falls the stage grows darker and darker until all that can be sensed is the drops of blood slowly cascading off of the survivors axe. I open my eyes and see the battle has concluded below, I turn quickly flicking my tail in the air. I begin the long journey down the side of the mountain in search of my family I had lost so long ago. The only comfort left for me in this world is knowing that there are good forces and they do exist here.
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MARCH EDITION 1 Yr 7
The King mounted his golden stallion as I watched on from the safety of the shadows. Once mounted his horse trotted to the men who stood in formation as if all mirror images cast by a powerful wizard they looked up to him in awe as the golden trim on his armor glimmered in the sun so brightly it was almost blinding he rose his sword in the air and chanted the creed of their kingdom and as one the soldiers chanted it back lifting their banners, swords and heads high to their King. Tonight my warriors we spill the blood of the enemy, tonight even if none of us return home all who witness this war shall speak of our deeds until the end of time! He exclaimed as his war horse kicked its hoofs in the air and let out a powerful whiney and thrashed the air violently as if already assaulting an enemy. ONWARD TO BATTLE AND GLORY! He pointed his sword to the main gates and they opened his horse began to trot towards the portcullis and it raised under its own power as he chanted a magical spell to raise the massive gate his eyes glowed bright blue and the words he spoke were unknown to me. The soldiers followed behind him in unison, the sounds of steel armor clanging and the battle chant filled the air of the courtyard as they marched under the portcullis they all obtained a blue aura as they passed under and in mere minutes they had marched out of sight. I rushed to follow behind them but their quick feet had out marched me and it took me several days to catch up to them. Easy they were to follow as they left corpses of lost orcs and other vile creatures in their path with not one soldier falling.
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APRIL EDITION 1 Yr 7
Thank you to everyone whos gameplay influenced the path of these mini stories for every edition produced! I leave them here for you all to enjoy.