The world of Oran is a land of magic and warfare divided into competing nations, some good, some bad but now you have finally begun your campaign of conquest to make it all yours. The spoils of war have always been your favorite part of war and you plan to have your fill, who are you?What's next? Vorn, the vampire Kyra, the blackguard What's next? Vorn,...
(Author's Note: SO... After two long years of creative dry spell and a major writer's block that has prevented me from writing seriously, I have decided to try to continue this thread. Bear with me as attempt to get back into the mindset of the premise so the pacing of quality content might be a little slow.) A long time ago, a great immortal warrior named S...
Dante Davis stepped out of his chair and stretched his legs. The athletic shorts he was wearing exposed the deep, dark brown color of his skin and the taut muscles just underneath, having been strained and fatigued by a rigorous workout regimen just a short time ago. His sleeveless muscle shirt bestowed similar compliments; his toned, thick arms revealed the...
Somewhere in the unknown eastern hemisphere in the Indian Sea, beyond Mauritania and the Ganges, was a place that the ancient geographer Ptolemy called the Isle of Satyrs. Legends say that no one appeared on the island during daylight, but at night great fires could be seen and the confused and barbaric sounds of flutes and drums could be heard. The nature o...
Caralassa arrived at the wreck of the lifepod, picked a sweetfruit, sat down on a rock on the edge of the scene and contemplated the situation while she chewed on the tasty, pink rind. She thought about what she knew to be true. This seed-from-some-huge-unknown-tree had fallen into this grove and caused all sorts of havoc. When the first members of the tribe...
The small village of Landen-Span slept placidly. The first snowflakes just beginning to fall weightlessly upon the uncultivated fields surrounding the village. It was a peaceful scene, but the eye was always drawn upwards, up the cliff and to the dark outline of the castle and the scene was all the more powerful with the full November moon rising among the t...
This story is designed to be experienced in game mode and makes use of branches and variables. You awaken to the din of armoured boots on hard soil outside your tent, as troops move around the encampment, likely preparing to muster and began packing up. You seem to have slept through the initial call to wakeup judging by the small shafts of light breaking t...
The great city is on its last legs. The massive bronze gates have been breached and several sections of her gleaming white walls have crumbled into mounds of rubble. It will just be a matter of time before the Drake-wires that are strung above the city from the Massive Citadel that rises in the center of the city to high towers all around will be cut and the...
{[email protected] test=1}This story works only in game mode. Please activate. It has also been recently reorganized, so I would appreciate it if you kept track of your decisions and let me know if any path leads to wrong outcomes. Thank you!{endif} The city walls appeared through the misty haze of the late afternoon. Robb Stark, King in the North and o...
The wooden and stone kingdom of 'CastleHigh' is bustling with a hive of activity, the entire kingdom's people, from peasants to farmers have all left their homes to flock to the kingdom's Streets. The kingdom is in a state of joy and excitement, all with a smile on their face, rightfully so too, considering today is Victory Day! What's Victory Day you may as...