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It started with a ball. Not a large ball, not a fancily decorated ball - but a seemingly regular ball. It was made of metal and was polished to a dazzling shine. The only thing that made it stand out was a small groove on the very top of it.

This ball suddenly appeared by the computer of one individual one day. The individual in question looked it over but didn't think too much of ...

*A storm was rolling in, and the sky clouded over. Deep below the sea where the Orotheans dwelt, where there was never much light, went as black as a moonless night. In the Cald, the volcanoes trembled, as the preassure of the air high above pushing upon the earth increased, putting further force on the molten rock below. On the surface, all across the main continent, the Naroomians went deep into their tree-built (As in ...

"Arzel, where are you going?" Marian cried out as Arzel walked out the hut's door. "I'm leaving..." Arzel says keeping his back turned. "But why!?" Tears ran down Marian's face. "Save your tears for someone who deserves them...." Arzel slams the door behind him. "Arzel...." Marian sat on the floor and began crying softly to herself. Arzel walks through the woods with his bow and arrows. "I don't deserve you Marian..." He said to himself, ...

The hero wolk up... abd he found his sword!!1

A lone figure stood on the top of the highest building in Myadeni, a bustling town where King Stefan ruled fairly. The figure was shrouded in a black velvet cloak embroidered with silver moons and stars. It stood almost 5feet tall and all that was visible with its’ ivory hair. Amethyst eyes looked out over its’ hometown. With a sigh, the figure turned its’ back on the buildings that lay far below it.

“Atlantis!” a ...

Legends tell of a dark beast that wanders the Darroch forest; a thick and wild jungle that spans leagues, and is split by a deep gorge. Some say it is a great wyrm that breathes death, whose gaze renders even the most mighty hero unto stone. Others say it is a rogue mage that captures strong men to steal their essence and strengthen his own. There are also tales of a great healer that wanders ...

(OOC: Wow, second thread. o_o Faye, looks like your little idea was a real winner. Congrats, and thanks for letting me GM this. And thanks to all the players as well for sticking with this.)

Dane discovered, to his disappointment, that the breeze had been merely blowing in the wind. There was nothing inside, save for the branches that supported the leafy structure.

London, a city big enough to mark itself out from the Old World's plethoria of villages, towns and cities. A capital of a empire, once rich in many ways, now decaying slowly, each day losing more of it's power... But there are some things that never change.

In a country where liberty, democracy and unity is as natural as the food on the plate, there exists a hidden society inside the society. A hierarchial organization ...

Christian looked out over the wastelands around his tower. Years of chemical dumping and failed experiments had made his small plot of land completely unlivable and sterile. It was a sad sight, but, well, times were tough. But since most of the animals in the nearby forest had turned into mutated monsters, kings and noblemen didn't hunt on his land anymore. And without hunts, no cash. This was indeed a dilema. While he pondered about ...

(OOC: Closed to Xilen and I for now.)

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Dusty, dirty, hot. The thought of thirst flickered faintly across the minds all the beings in the wagon train. Water was not something taken lightly, or something given to, the others.

Twelve wagons rumbled down a stretch of road, headed for a hell that normal people didn’t go to willingly. Twelve wagons, twenty-four oxen, one hundred and twenty men, and ten water skins; dire straits for ...