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If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
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The smoldering remains of the resurrected army's, filled the air with the stench of blood and burning corpses.
As the remnants of the enemy armies either surrendered or were being hunted down, few could comprehend the sheer weight of the events that had unfolded and the amount of hidden acts that the council had been forced to enact.
In an act of desperation they had ordered the few ships that they had to send objects into space and make several worlds jump into their reality, hoping to use one of the many planets as a safe heaven for the people.
However this isn't a story about them more a story about the various people of those worlds. No this is a story about the people of each kingdom and their respective rulers.
Mike the ruler of the first floor of the Flying Castle and the first king that the people meet when entering the flying fortress guards the most vulnerable section with near demonic efficiency.
His warhammer has been named the devil's hand, for the sheer number of beings that have fallen to it.
His throne of brass and iron is said to have trophies of both allies and enemies that have fallen in the battlefield.
Near the Flying Castle but far beneath it is the Leprechaun community of the World Tree, one of the few Fairies accepted by the people.
Their king Buch of the heavy hand is said to wear an armor made purely out of gold, none that have seen it have ever once said to have seen a single dent or scratch on the armor.
Many speculate that it is because of the enchantments woven into it.
His throne of rock and diamonds is said to allow him to see his underground kingdom independently. As if he was an outsider, his understanding grows and combining it with his personal knowledge of his people it allows his to make better decisions.
King of the Wall of Night, few have seen this king for it was he who is said to had taken on the bulk of the incoming armie and it is said that while his forces were overwhelmed by sheer numbers and power of the enemies convinced force.
Those few retain one single account, the man never stopped fighting, not even as he died again and again and again.
It is said that his throne is nothing more than a single step on a set of stares, his hall is filled with the names of all the people that have died. It is said amongst the people that the king rules with gentle hand to his people and is absolutely loyal to the city of San Andreas, everything else be damned.\
As the remnants of the enemy armies either surrendered or were being hunted down, few could comprehend the sheer weight of the events that had unfolded and the amount of hidden acts that the council had been forced to enact.
In an act of desperation they had ordered the few ships that they had to send objects into space and make several worlds jump into their reality, hoping to use one of the many planets as a safe heaven for the people.
However this isn't a story about them more a story about the various people of those worlds. No this is a story about the people of each kingdom and their respective rulers.
Mike the ruler of the first floor of the Flying Castle and the first king that the people meet when entering the flying fortress guards the most vulnerable section with near demonic efficiency.
His warhammer has been named the devil's hand, for the sheer number of beings that have fallen to it.
His throne of brass and iron is said to have trophies of both allies and enemies that have fallen in the battlefield.
Near the Flying Castle but far beneath it is the Leprechaun community of the World Tree, one of the few Fairies accepted by the people.
Their king Buch of the heavy hand is said to wear an armor made purely out of gold, none that have seen it have ever once said to have seen a single dent or scratch on the armor.
Many speculate that it is because of the enchantments woven into it.
His throne of rock and diamonds is said to allow him to see his underground kingdom independently. As if he was an outsider, his understanding grows and combining it with his personal knowledge of his people it allows his to make better decisions.
King of the Wall of Night, few have seen this king for it was he who is said to had taken on the bulk of the incoming armie and it is said that while his forces were overwhelmed by sheer numbers and power of the enemies convinced force.
Those few retain one single account, the man never stopped fighting, not even as he died again and again and again.
It is said that his throne is nothing more than a single step on a set of stares, his hall is filled with the names of all the people that have died. It is said amongst the people that the king rules with gentle hand to his people and is absolutely loyal to the city of San Andreas, everything else be damned.\
night2
blueayes
If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
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- austin
Night
He walked up to what remained of the wall and exhaled, the majority of his men had managed to survive and make it out alive. They had all managed to get their families back to San Andreas, none of them knew that the city was under siege as well.
They all thought it was safe...
The stench of we dirt combined with the added smell of motor oils, body fluids of all kinds and the various remnants of the chemical weapons used during the fighting burned his, eyes, nose and made simply taking a breath difficult.
Night was supposed to be the first line of defense, it was supposed to be the guardian that bled the enemies before anyone made it thru.
And it had failed on its first day on the job, granted it hadn't been anywhere near completed, but that wasn't the point.
No the point wasn't the wall itself, but the feeling of safety it would have given to the people, a feeling that they didn't have to keep fighting and that if the players could do it so could they.
Now however…. He didn't know what to think.
He briefly looked back and saw the broken remnants of the house that he had built and briefly remembered how the men had said that someone like him needed a palace, not a shed like the common folk.
Now his home was nothing more then burned wood and ashes, his few belongings were gone and the only things that remained were in the castle.
The Castle, he still didn't know how to feel about it, Yui herself had entered the battlefield God only knows what abomination must have appeared to get one of the Cardinals to interfere directly.
Still there was work to be done and a new set of monsters that needed to be clear out, now however they all seemed to have become docile, like if the madness that had taken them was now gone, he could still remember seeing a monster for the first time and dying to it.
Only to revive later…. Several years later.
He began to walk, the sound of the ground crunching as he walked on it and how the combined sounds along with the smell of ashes and smoke made him feel nauseous.
The building he was using as a command center was an old building used by small towns for their own mayors, one by one the names of the people who had died or gone missing were being placed in its walls.
For what he could see in his chat screen the other walls were doing the same thing, his fellow night wall members were doing something similar in their sections.
The walls were too big for just one person to be in charge of them, it was for this reason they held out for as long as they had.
Even now men-woman -children were being found each displaying a different look in their eyes.
That monster had resurrected everyone-everything indiscriminately, Soldiers-knights-peasants-animals and most surprisingly of all entire clans of people with animal traits that had gone extinct when the worlds were forcefully mixed.
No one can describe the looks in these people's eyes, few men or woman can describe what was inside those lost eyes. They had awakened to a world completely changed, long gone was the one they had grown up in, this place was completely alien to them all.
Then there was the ones that revived and immediately searched for their villages, families and loved ones, only to find their wife's or daughters married, or turned into hores by the simple desperation for survival.
Sons were now men and married or had passed away, infants were boys and some were even seen as demons possessing the corpses of the dead, because of the way they had been revived.
When the first reports of these people started coming in, he ordered his men to bring those lost souls to him.
He would give them a home, a purpose.
Battered soldiers wielding advance assault rifles, along with some heavy weaponry had appeared with the first round of people that had been brought back to him.
What a sight it must have been for them, they must have expected salvation only to be met with the smoking remnants of a recent war, one that hadn't even put out the smoke from all of the fighting.
Woman and children were sent to the city for medical attention, while the men if they were able to were immediately told to get some food, water and rest tomorrow they would work.
The simple fact that everyone had been sent back to him bearing the news that medical teams would be sent out when the sheer number of terminal patients lowered, the sheer number was sent to him bia messenger and he was shocked.
Fifty two million and growing, it wasn't simply San Andreas and its walls, the war had spread out in such away that it seemed to compare to the war Kirito and the survivors had told them about.
According to them simply living an hour was a miracle to have survived as they had.
It was an act of God.
Finally he managed to reach the tents where the people were staying, next to them were the various houses under construction that would become the people's permanent homes, two floors a basement and enough of an empty space for a front and back yard.
Of course each one would have a bathroom, a kitchen- a living room and several bed rooms.
He didn't know how he felt, when he heard that soldiers from various different regiments that were once enemies had begun to build their own bases, reluctantly working together and teaching while learning what they could with the people that surrounded them.
Unsurprisingly the first luxurious item that had reached them was alcohol and with it a makeshift tavern and with that a brothel.
Thoe he tried to put a stop to it, he found several under age girls and some boy willingly worked in them.
When he believed that they might have been slaves one of the woman said that they simply had this way of life, it was the only thing they knew.
The weight of knowing that he couldn't give them anything better for the moment, still made his soul weigh heavy.
Days passed like a mixmash of blue skies and black burned ground, combined with star filled heavens and howling forests.
He could never sleep, Pigmen had begun to strike at night attempting to claim anything during the day, while the emerging goblins attempted to steal any woman and young girl.
It was obvious what they used them for, especially after they found a girl just s… giving birth…..
The goblins were now marked as a Skavan level threat, while the pigment used everything they took to build better weapons for themselves.
Wild animals both natural by his standards that were ever changing, such as wolves and lions, along side mythological\mystical creatures like gorilla bats and Minotaur were an ever growing annoyance.
Thru one of the meetings with his fellow guardian he found that every wall was now fully becoming its own separate ecosystem, similar to those found in games. The kinds one found they had to pass thru if they wanted to find a certain person or object.
Each Player was expected to be held accountable for their actions, if the people wouldn't be able to stop the madness from one of them, the Cardinals would.
The last thing he found was that each section of the wall was somehow gaining its own unique animal and plant life, entirely all of their own. That didn't mean that animals didn't walk-fly from part to part.
Still he had to make do with what potions, medicines and any techno machinery he could get, this along with whatever machinery and magical materials made completing the wall a hassle.
The wall itself could be built intime by using regular stones and wood, but it was the super technology and the magical reinforcement that made it truly secure, the weapons would come later but right now they needed to wall completed.
The nearby towns were having similar problems, only that soldiers were being presented by daughters of desperate mothers that saw them as the only secure future for them.
He had heard that some had shown up with their daughters exposing their breast on sight of the men, while others had their daughters kneel and like the mens boots.
This all happened publicly, sealing both the young womans fates and forcing the men to claim them.
He had heard that it wasn't unheard of for a soldier to have as many as twenty wives, the full number that a man could have, it was only that rule that allowed them to not gain any more.
His fellow Players had it even worse, several men had been drugged and were raped by several woman in the center of the towns. The fact that Players were several millions times firmer than normal Humans made it possible for all twenty woman to rape those men.
The few woman that had left San Andreas tried to stop it, only to discover that a near madden group of people could prove themselves just as dangerous as any monster.
These few woman, had killed several young man that nearly raped or had raped them, but were punished for it. Justified yes, they shouldn't have killed those men, but they had killed unjustifiably.
It was only the fact that one of the men one of the Players had taken them in front of the Cardinals that they were able to escape being sent to Red Book.
The sound of hammers, picks and dirt being moved could be heard from a distance, children were now playing amongst the people, while men and woman that had learned to tame some of the wild animals now took their best to grase.
They said a simple greeting gesture to him and continued on their way.
The sound of fast moving feet could be heard coming directly towards him and he found that a horse had been galloping its rider a cowboy dressed man was searching for him.
The man was now of an order known as the Pony Express, messages by technology and magic was possible, but there was something about having a way to communicate one that couldn't be rewritten easily…
He didn't know how to put it into words only that it was invaluable, these brave men were the ones that took back and forth the message to the people inside the walls as well as out.
Some people came from areas so primitive tat written material alone was incredibly advanced, so recordings were taken. Their messages were all voice recordings.
The man simply took out a simple scroll from a bag hanging from his saddle and looked thru the other one on the opposite side taking out another one. He moved his hat, signalling his job was done and galloped away.
As the messenger along with his horse vanished from sight, he opened the screw and nearly let out a flux of sheer power. It was only the sheer force of the memory that knowing that most of the animals and people could barely survive his strength.
Eighty seven thousand animal men, alongside women and children would be sent to him by the nearby kingdoms. Somehow thoes people had actually gotten along long enough to agree on something.
Unfortunately the something was every resurrected person and their families would be hunted down and casted in his direction.
The sheer list of things that were being done to them until the kingdoms managed to get to them, was sickening.
It was only the fact that he held the other object in his arm, that made him unable to tighten his fist.
He read the message and a smile came out of it, his brother had been found. He had taken a wife and now had two beautiful girls and they were coming towards his direction, however he now knew why, there was a simple black and white set of polka dots.
The mark of Domino.
Still he began to walk again and was met by the sight of the main working station, men were finishing another section of the wall, while other began to prepare the next spot for the walls next section to be built.
Soldiers and knights were placed on both sides of the walls, none of the workers thought anything wrong with this and in fact demand for more soldiers and knights and if possible some tanks.
The number of enemies demanded such measures, the one time he had tried to stop allowing the soldiers from their involvement. The workers stopped working all together, until their defenders had returned.
Men and women began to find each other and start new lives, their lost souls seemed to find one another.
It was hard to believe that only two months had passed from the quik war, now as the wall reached its next stage the glimmer of a knight from one of the kingdoms caught his attention. With him a man wearing a blue armor bearing emblems of all kinds, quickly making the people know he was nobility.
It was only the fact that the man actually struck a small boy woo carried water to the workers so they could get something to drink that made him move, only for the knights and soldiers to beat him to them.
Weapons drawn and expecting the two man to move.
''By order of his Majesty!Peasants you are ordered to stand down or be met with war, for killing the Prince!'' the knight screamed.
He sent the recording to the council and moved to greet the two men.
''It was him, who used the horse whip to strike one of my people and ifg you think that I won't hesitate to wipe out your kingdom if necessary… Then you are nothing but fools'' he said.
The two men looked at him with shock in their eyes, but their faces hid it well.
''We have traveled far and would like some housing and rest'' the prince said in an obnoxious form, the fact that he was answering in such away was proof enough for him to know that the man in front of him, saw the people as beneath him.
''Both are few and far between'' he answered
''But if you choose to accept the small amount we can space the you are welcome to it'' he continued, as the prince smirked in such away that concreted his superiority.
''We will take all of it and less you speak to me'' the prince said only for his eyes to be filled with absolute terror, the moment he realized just what the man he was speaking to.
The man's voice and sheer arrogance finally made him snap. All of the monsters he had killed and the many times he had died, had long since whittled away his patience for people lie the prince.
The workers and the animals were being crushed under the weight of his near presence.
''Forgive us, sir'' the knight said as he struggled to let out pain filled words.
''You will take what we give you and like it, ah and if you have one thing to be grateful.. Be grateful you met me, my brothers and sisters are in no mood to deal with arrogant fool like him. Oh and knight, before you let him open his mouth with stupidity again, remember that the older ones won't even let him say a word if he dares to look at them the wrong way.'' he said as he turned to walk away.
He had work to do.
He walked up to what remained of the wall and exhaled, the majority of his men had managed to survive and make it out alive. They had all managed to get their families back to San Andreas, none of them knew that the city was under siege as well.
They all thought it was safe...
The stench of we dirt combined with the added smell of motor oils, body fluids of all kinds and the various remnants of the chemical weapons used during the fighting burned his, eyes, nose and made simply taking a breath difficult.
Night was supposed to be the first line of defense, it was supposed to be the guardian that bled the enemies before anyone made it thru.
And it had failed on its first day on the job, granted it hadn't been anywhere near completed, but that wasn't the point.
No the point wasn't the wall itself, but the feeling of safety it would have given to the people, a feeling that they didn't have to keep fighting and that if the players could do it so could they.
Now however…. He didn't know what to think.
He briefly looked back and saw the broken remnants of the house that he had built and briefly remembered how the men had said that someone like him needed a palace, not a shed like the common folk.
Now his home was nothing more then burned wood and ashes, his few belongings were gone and the only things that remained were in the castle.
The Castle, he still didn't know how to feel about it, Yui herself had entered the battlefield God only knows what abomination must have appeared to get one of the Cardinals to interfere directly.
Still there was work to be done and a new set of monsters that needed to be clear out, now however they all seemed to have become docile, like if the madness that had taken them was now gone, he could still remember seeing a monster for the first time and dying to it.
Only to revive later…. Several years later.
He began to walk, the sound of the ground crunching as he walked on it and how the combined sounds along with the smell of ashes and smoke made him feel nauseous.
The building he was using as a command center was an old building used by small towns for their own mayors, one by one the names of the people who had died or gone missing were being placed in its walls.
For what he could see in his chat screen the other walls were doing the same thing, his fellow night wall members were doing something similar in their sections.
The walls were too big for just one person to be in charge of them, it was for this reason they held out for as long as they had.
Even now men-woman -children were being found each displaying a different look in their eyes.
That monster had resurrected everyone-everything indiscriminately, Soldiers-knights-peasants-animals and most surprisingly of all entire clans of people with animal traits that had gone extinct when the worlds were forcefully mixed.
No one can describe the looks in these people's eyes, few men or woman can describe what was inside those lost eyes. They had awakened to a world completely changed, long gone was the one they had grown up in, this place was completely alien to them all.
Then there was the ones that revived and immediately searched for their villages, families and loved ones, only to find their wife's or daughters married, or turned into hores by the simple desperation for survival.
Sons were now men and married or had passed away, infants were boys and some were even seen as demons possessing the corpses of the dead, because of the way they had been revived.
When the first reports of these people started coming in, he ordered his men to bring those lost souls to him.
He would give them a home, a purpose.
Battered soldiers wielding advance assault rifles, along with some heavy weaponry had appeared with the first round of people that had been brought back to him.
What a sight it must have been for them, they must have expected salvation only to be met with the smoking remnants of a recent war, one that hadn't even put out the smoke from all of the fighting.
Woman and children were sent to the city for medical attention, while the men if they were able to were immediately told to get some food, water and rest tomorrow they would work.
The simple fact that everyone had been sent back to him bearing the news that medical teams would be sent out when the sheer number of terminal patients lowered, the sheer number was sent to him bia messenger and he was shocked.
Fifty two million and growing, it wasn't simply San Andreas and its walls, the war had spread out in such away that it seemed to compare to the war Kirito and the survivors had told them about.
According to them simply living an hour was a miracle to have survived as they had.
It was an act of God.
Finally he managed to reach the tents where the people were staying, next to them were the various houses under construction that would become the people's permanent homes, two floors a basement and enough of an empty space for a front and back yard.
Of course each one would have a bathroom, a kitchen- a living room and several bed rooms.
He didn't know how he felt, when he heard that soldiers from various different regiments that were once enemies had begun to build their own bases, reluctantly working together and teaching while learning what they could with the people that surrounded them.
Unsurprisingly the first luxurious item that had reached them was alcohol and with it a makeshift tavern and with that a brothel.
Thoe he tried to put a stop to it, he found several under age girls and some boy willingly worked in them.
When he believed that they might have been slaves one of the woman said that they simply had this way of life, it was the only thing they knew.
The weight of knowing that he couldn't give them anything better for the moment, still made his soul weigh heavy.
Days passed like a mixmash of blue skies and black burned ground, combined with star filled heavens and howling forests.
He could never sleep, Pigmen had begun to strike at night attempting to claim anything during the day, while the emerging goblins attempted to steal any woman and young girl.
It was obvious what they used them for, especially after they found a girl just s… giving birth…..
The goblins were now marked as a Skavan level threat, while the pigment used everything they took to build better weapons for themselves.
Wild animals both natural by his standards that were ever changing, such as wolves and lions, along side mythological\mystical creatures like gorilla bats and Minotaur were an ever growing annoyance.
Thru one of the meetings with his fellow guardian he found that every wall was now fully becoming its own separate ecosystem, similar to those found in games. The kinds one found they had to pass thru if they wanted to find a certain person or object.
Each Player was expected to be held accountable for their actions, if the people wouldn't be able to stop the madness from one of them, the Cardinals would.
The last thing he found was that each section of the wall was somehow gaining its own unique animal and plant life, entirely all of their own. That didn't mean that animals didn't walk-fly from part to part.
Still he had to make do with what potions, medicines and any techno machinery he could get, this along with whatever machinery and magical materials made completing the wall a hassle.
The wall itself could be built intime by using regular stones and wood, but it was the super technology and the magical reinforcement that made it truly secure, the weapons would come later but right now they needed to wall completed.
The nearby towns were having similar problems, only that soldiers were being presented by daughters of desperate mothers that saw them as the only secure future for them.
He had heard that some had shown up with their daughters exposing their breast on sight of the men, while others had their daughters kneel and like the mens boots.
This all happened publicly, sealing both the young womans fates and forcing the men to claim them.
He had heard that it wasn't unheard of for a soldier to have as many as twenty wives, the full number that a man could have, it was only that rule that allowed them to not gain any more.
His fellow Players had it even worse, several men had been drugged and were raped by several woman in the center of the towns. The fact that Players were several millions times firmer than normal Humans made it possible for all twenty woman to rape those men.
The few woman that had left San Andreas tried to stop it, only to discover that a near madden group of people could prove themselves just as dangerous as any monster.
These few woman, had killed several young man that nearly raped or had raped them, but were punished for it. Justified yes, they shouldn't have killed those men, but they had killed unjustifiably.
It was only the fact that one of the men one of the Players had taken them in front of the Cardinals that they were able to escape being sent to Red Book.
The sound of hammers, picks and dirt being moved could be heard from a distance, children were now playing amongst the people, while men and woman that had learned to tame some of the wild animals now took their best to grase.
They said a simple greeting gesture to him and continued on their way.
The sound of fast moving feet could be heard coming directly towards him and he found that a horse had been galloping its rider a cowboy dressed man was searching for him.
The man was now of an order known as the Pony Express, messages by technology and magic was possible, but there was something about having a way to communicate one that couldn't be rewritten easily…
He didn't know how to put it into words only that it was invaluable, these brave men were the ones that took back and forth the message to the people inside the walls as well as out.
Some people came from areas so primitive tat written material alone was incredibly advanced, so recordings were taken. Their messages were all voice recordings.
The man simply took out a simple scroll from a bag hanging from his saddle and looked thru the other one on the opposite side taking out another one. He moved his hat, signalling his job was done and galloped away.
As the messenger along with his horse vanished from sight, he opened the screw and nearly let out a flux of sheer power. It was only the sheer force of the memory that knowing that most of the animals and people could barely survive his strength.
Eighty seven thousand animal men, alongside women and children would be sent to him by the nearby kingdoms. Somehow thoes people had actually gotten along long enough to agree on something.
Unfortunately the something was every resurrected person and their families would be hunted down and casted in his direction.
The sheer list of things that were being done to them until the kingdoms managed to get to them, was sickening.
It was only the fact that he held the other object in his arm, that made him unable to tighten his fist.
He read the message and a smile came out of it, his brother had been found. He had taken a wife and now had two beautiful girls and they were coming towards his direction, however he now knew why, there was a simple black and white set of polka dots.
The mark of Domino.
Still he began to walk again and was met by the sight of the main working station, men were finishing another section of the wall, while other began to prepare the next spot for the walls next section to be built.
Soldiers and knights were placed on both sides of the walls, none of the workers thought anything wrong with this and in fact demand for more soldiers and knights and if possible some tanks.
The number of enemies demanded such measures, the one time he had tried to stop allowing the soldiers from their involvement. The workers stopped working all together, until their defenders had returned.
Men and women began to find each other and start new lives, their lost souls seemed to find one another.
It was hard to believe that only two months had passed from the quik war, now as the wall reached its next stage the glimmer of a knight from one of the kingdoms caught his attention. With him a man wearing a blue armor bearing emblems of all kinds, quickly making the people know he was nobility.
It was only the fact that the man actually struck a small boy woo carried water to the workers so they could get something to drink that made him move, only for the knights and soldiers to beat him to them.
Weapons drawn and expecting the two man to move.
''By order of his Majesty!Peasants you are ordered to stand down or be met with war, for killing the Prince!'' the knight screamed.
He sent the recording to the council and moved to greet the two men.
''It was him, who used the horse whip to strike one of my people and ifg you think that I won't hesitate to wipe out your kingdom if necessary… Then you are nothing but fools'' he said.
The two men looked at him with shock in their eyes, but their faces hid it well.
''We have traveled far and would like some housing and rest'' the prince said in an obnoxious form, the fact that he was answering in such away was proof enough for him to know that the man in front of him, saw the people as beneath him.
''Both are few and far between'' he answered
''But if you choose to accept the small amount we can space the you are welcome to it'' he continued, as the prince smirked in such away that concreted his superiority.
''We will take all of it and less you speak to me'' the prince said only for his eyes to be filled with absolute terror, the moment he realized just what the man he was speaking to.
The man's voice and sheer arrogance finally made him snap. All of the monsters he had killed and the many times he had died, had long since whittled away his patience for people lie the prince.
The workers and the animals were being crushed under the weight of his near presence.
''Forgive us, sir'' the knight said as he struggled to let out pain filled words.
''You will take what we give you and like it, ah and if you have one thing to be grateful.. Be grateful you met me, my brothers and sisters are in no mood to deal with arrogant fool like him. Oh and knight, before you let him open his mouth with stupidity again, remember that the older ones won't even let him say a word if he dares to look at them the wrong way.'' he said as he turned to walk away.
He had work to do.
night3
blueayes
If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
- Location
- austin
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Letters
Sesilia my love I hope that the messenger was able to reach you in time, forgive me if this letter has taken some time since we last saw each other.
These past few nights have proven to me, just how much I miss seeing you and our daughter. The circumstances of my departure were to remain in secret at least until the second group came true, now that they have I can freely tell you everything.
Our kingdom is far from the holy city and because of that we were spared from the horrors of the demons re emergence into our world and because of that our king has ordered us to investigate how weakened the Players and the Holy kingdom are.
I will not explain to you or say any words of the other groups, but I will tell you of our journey and the experience we have lived in these last few days.
Accompanying me is the son of a duke, a typical noble born with a terrible personality, he has light blond hair and of fair appearance, his light brown eyes hold a sense of superiority, with a look at disgust at anyone of lower stands.
I can only smile since that attitude of his has taken a dramatic turn, we have come to understand that no Player will accept that kind of treatment to their servants.
But I feel as if I am rambling.
Have you ever wondered how it feels to live in a world where time doesn't stop, there is not a moments when I have paused for a moment and found that everything continues to move forward.
Imagine a world where the stench of death lingers, yet at the same time life grows making such things go away as if it was but nothing of life.
Even as I write this letter I can see the grass wave as the wind moves them all together, as massive machinery that we now know are called tanks, move about when they are repositioned. I must admit that the sight of the walls being reconstructed of being completed alone was a sense of comfort.
Forgive me In my desire to forget the journey to arrive here I forgot to tell you of the experiences tin our journey to arrive here. So forgive me but I will make this part quik.
In a nearby tavern from the edge of our kingdom, we hired a group of mercenaries to guide us in our way towards these lands. Tho we rode in open fields we never once saw our supposed protectors.
That is during the day however, because during the night I came to realize that we were in far greater danger than we could have ever truly imagined.
For in the dead of night we were awakened by a fight between what seemed like massive wolves against what seemed like our ancient enemies of the rat men.
I can still see the wolfman's glowing white eyes, and glowing white fangs , as they looked directly at us. By the time we reached a forest, a sign displayed that we should only remain on the path before us.
To this day I fear that I am completely ignorant of the reality of just how much danger we were in.
We had a horse that should have presented to the lord of the outer wall, that we were tasked to investigate. To this day we remain unaware of what might have startled the beast and how as it ran off into the woods , just what might have been the animal's final thoughts.
For it did not even escape our sight when the creature's head was cut off and taken by an unknown creature, the act was so quick that the body continued to galope. Then its high quarters banished from sight and finally the remains fell never touching the ground.
I was about to scream at our supposed protectors, when I realized that above the ground in the trees above us and both behind and far ahead they were present. Each and everyone had their weapons drawn.
What sort of creature could drive such creatures into such a stance, that demonstrated fear. At the edge of the forest the wolfmen simply pointed at a large wall being constructed, we were far above the grounds in which the settlements were built, that we could see the remnants of a war so horrifying that words could never describe it.
Before us were the corpses of millions of rat men, soldiers and knights along with so many creatures, the likes neither I nor the noblemen besides me had ever seen.
Each town or city was surrounded by a wall, beast of all kinds walked about feasting on the corpse of the dead, while our horses were indeed fast. There is little doubt that if it wasn't for so much food around them, then we would have never survived.
The boy in his arrogance attempted to intimidate a worker and several soldiers, however it wasn't until he struck a servant that the Player made its presence known.
I can in all honesty say,that should the moment come I pray that you if given the option present yourself to the man known as the Guardian of Knight\night.
Should I ever die, he will be a good father and protector for you and our daughter.
He had short black hair, light brown skin colored by his time in the sun. His armor was black with several leather makings, while only slight silver guards on his shoulders, knees, boots, stomach and most curiously areas of his back and chess.
The creatures rage was a presence so strong that the very air in our longs suffocated us, our horses fell by the sheer weight of having that man look at us in rage.
Sadly to say we understood that the guard was under his protection, however wI wish we had understood that before.
As the man walked away, I could feel myself regain the strength of my breaking body. Unsurprisingly we had spent our first night on the dirt, ny sort of comfort was denied to us, however this was not an act of cruelty.
The children were hidden inside the many tents, while the more private ones ran to the scattered cottages.
As the night progressed, we saw several knights and soldiers walking back and forth, yet as we began to finally drift off into sleep. That a knight awoke us, saying something about us wanting to die.
Creatures of the night began to swarm the area surrounding the settlement, as if preparing to strike and a s time went by I understood they were protecting, us-the people and most importantly of all.
The children.
During these nights I can only remember and dream about how life must be within the holy city, I can see the many lights that seemed as if the stars themselves were on the ground themselves. While he dark sky covered in even greater lights greeted them.
Several fires were used as lures for any hungry beast, or thief that got too big for their own good.
During the day I was able to see just how great were the structures used to build the towering walls, each ranged from the simple wooden shovel, to an incredibly advanced machine that flew above the ground. This thing made no sound, the only warning of its presence near you was its shining body.
The noble boy, no the noble man understood that in presence of such men and woman he was nothing more than another person. Somehow his experience the night before drove, into him that only the bravest of people lived in the outside of the walls.
Several taverns were built all around the ever growing settlements, while more and more home had been growing as the people began to arrive.
The brothels were filled with women both young and old, yet the children that ran around the places were heavily kept under watch. There was something driven into the people, no child would be harmed, less they awaken something they all feared.
Medicine was scared, but surprisingly unneeded, both men and woman bath in a large pool and I am at odds with this they didn't shy away wit their physical desires.
Food was made by any of the woman and it was this way that several of the young men chose which one would be their future wife, similar to us they were pretty good at knowing that only a caring woman could cook like them.
We were only capable of seeing this in two days of our arrival, as we had to work for our stay. On the third day, we entered the Player's home, the walls were covered in the names of people, small wooden statues, along with stone ones. Scrolls were placed carefully in a massive library, while sitting in a single step, was the man himself.
Letters
Sesilia my love I hope that the messenger was able to reach you in time, forgive me if this letter has taken some time since we last saw each other.
These past few nights have proven to me, just how much I miss seeing you and our daughter. The circumstances of my departure were to remain in secret at least until the second group came true, now that they have I can freely tell you everything.
Our kingdom is far from the holy city and because of that we were spared from the horrors of the demons re emergence into our world and because of that our king has ordered us to investigate how weakened the Players and the Holy kingdom are.
I will not explain to you or say any words of the other groups, but I will tell you of our journey and the experience we have lived in these last few days.
Accompanying me is the son of a duke, a typical noble born with a terrible personality, he has light blond hair and of fair appearance, his light brown eyes hold a sense of superiority, with a look at disgust at anyone of lower stands.
I can only smile since that attitude of his has taken a dramatic turn, we have come to understand that no Player will accept that kind of treatment to their servants.
But I feel as if I am rambling.
Have you ever wondered how it feels to live in a world where time doesn't stop, there is not a moments when I have paused for a moment and found that everything continues to move forward.
Imagine a world where the stench of death lingers, yet at the same time life grows making such things go away as if it was but nothing of life.
Even as I write this letter I can see the grass wave as the wind moves them all together, as massive machinery that we now know are called tanks, move about when they are repositioned. I must admit that the sight of the walls being reconstructed of being completed alone was a sense of comfort.
Forgive me In my desire to forget the journey to arrive here I forgot to tell you of the experiences tin our journey to arrive here. So forgive me but I will make this part quik.
In a nearby tavern from the edge of our kingdom, we hired a group of mercenaries to guide us in our way towards these lands. Tho we rode in open fields we never once saw our supposed protectors.
That is during the day however, because during the night I came to realize that we were in far greater danger than we could have ever truly imagined.
For in the dead of night we were awakened by a fight between what seemed like massive wolves against what seemed like our ancient enemies of the rat men.
I can still see the wolfman's glowing white eyes, and glowing white fangs , as they looked directly at us. By the time we reached a forest, a sign displayed that we should only remain on the path before us.
To this day I fear that I am completely ignorant of the reality of just how much danger we were in.
We had a horse that should have presented to the lord of the outer wall, that we were tasked to investigate. To this day we remain unaware of what might have startled the beast and how as it ran off into the woods , just what might have been the animal's final thoughts.
For it did not even escape our sight when the creature's head was cut off and taken by an unknown creature, the act was so quick that the body continued to galope. Then its high quarters banished from sight and finally the remains fell never touching the ground.
I was about to scream at our supposed protectors, when I realized that above the ground in the trees above us and both behind and far ahead they were present. Each and everyone had their weapons drawn.
What sort of creature could drive such creatures into such a stance, that demonstrated fear. At the edge of the forest the wolfmen simply pointed at a large wall being constructed, we were far above the grounds in which the settlements were built, that we could see the remnants of a war so horrifying that words could never describe it.
Before us were the corpses of millions of rat men, soldiers and knights along with so many creatures, the likes neither I nor the noblemen besides me had ever seen.
Each town or city was surrounded by a wall, beast of all kinds walked about feasting on the corpse of the dead, while our horses were indeed fast. There is little doubt that if it wasn't for so much food around them, then we would have never survived.
The boy in his arrogance attempted to intimidate a worker and several soldiers, however it wasn't until he struck a servant that the Player made its presence known.
I can in all honesty say,that should the moment come I pray that you if given the option present yourself to the man known as the Guardian of Knight\night.
Should I ever die, he will be a good father and protector for you and our daughter.
He had short black hair, light brown skin colored by his time in the sun. His armor was black with several leather makings, while only slight silver guards on his shoulders, knees, boots, stomach and most curiously areas of his back and chess.
The creatures rage was a presence so strong that the very air in our longs suffocated us, our horses fell by the sheer weight of having that man look at us in rage.
Sadly to say we understood that the guard was under his protection, however wI wish we had understood that before.
As the man walked away, I could feel myself regain the strength of my breaking body. Unsurprisingly we had spent our first night on the dirt, ny sort of comfort was denied to us, however this was not an act of cruelty.
The children were hidden inside the many tents, while the more private ones ran to the scattered cottages.
As the night progressed, we saw several knights and soldiers walking back and forth, yet as we began to finally drift off into sleep. That a knight awoke us, saying something about us wanting to die.
Creatures of the night began to swarm the area surrounding the settlement, as if preparing to strike and a s time went by I understood they were protecting, us-the people and most importantly of all.
The children.
During these nights I can only remember and dream about how life must be within the holy city, I can see the many lights that seemed as if the stars themselves were on the ground themselves. While he dark sky covered in even greater lights greeted them.
Several fires were used as lures for any hungry beast, or thief that got too big for their own good.
During the day I was able to see just how great were the structures used to build the towering walls, each ranged from the simple wooden shovel, to an incredibly advanced machine that flew above the ground. This thing made no sound, the only warning of its presence near you was its shining body.
The noble boy, no the noble man understood that in presence of such men and woman he was nothing more than another person. Somehow his experience the night before drove, into him that only the bravest of people lived in the outside of the walls.
Several taverns were built all around the ever growing settlements, while more and more home had been growing as the people began to arrive.
The brothels were filled with women both young and old, yet the children that ran around the places were heavily kept under watch. There was something driven into the people, no child would be harmed, less they awaken something they all feared.
Medicine was scared, but surprisingly unneeded, both men and woman bath in a large pool and I am at odds with this they didn't shy away wit their physical desires.
Food was made by any of the woman and it was this way that several of the young men chose which one would be their future wife, similar to us they were pretty good at knowing that only a caring woman could cook like them.
We were only capable of seeing this in two days of our arrival, as we had to work for our stay. On the third day, we entered the Player's home, the walls were covered in the names of people, small wooden statues, along with stone ones. Scrolls were placed carefully in a massive library, while sitting in a single step, was the man himself.
night 4
blueayes
If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
- Location
- austin
][][][]]
To say that the building and the man alike were nothing if not intimidating, would be an even greater lie, than for one to say that the Cardinals are actively making their presence known, every day.
Tho the great home was nowhere near a castle, I can honestly attest that they were but specks inside it. The names written on the walls, were carved with such delicacy and care that one could believe that a king or some high born nobles names were inscribed.
As we walked forward to speak with the man, we were caught by the sight of several works inscribing every name one by one, some where being carved into wooden planks, while others were within the the marvel walls.
''Hard to believe, that so many were lost.'' a woman said, as she walked next to them. Her arms covered in clay, her hair was a wild mess from the lack of care and her chess was entirely exposed, as her white shirt did little to hide her firm chess, do to how wet it was.
''I'm sorry but what do you mean, miss?'' the nobleman asked her.
''Each and every name is a person lost, during the war. In death, every worker, soldier, knight and spiritual leader are all equal. Their guardian watches over their last marks on this world'' she answered as her head moved up, signaling us towards the player.
As she bowed her head and continued her way, I noticed that her dress tightly clung to her, emphasizing her figure.
As we neared the player, we soon caught sight of several papers near him and the echoing sounds of children laughing. To misterius was this, that it seemed to echo all around us. My beloved wife, to this day I believe that this player was the representation of death and that we had in our arrogance entered its home.
The closer we neared the man, the larger the building seemed to get, there was a point that the lights in the ceiling seemed as if they were the stars in the sky itself. As I turned to look at my companion, I no longer saw the nobleman's son, but the man that had accompanied me in my journey here and I could tell he thought the same.
When we finally reached him, we noticed that he was nothing more than a mere man. His eyes were tired from the constant work and his posture said that he was so fed up with the constant administrative work that he was about to toss all of the papers into the air.
We stood there for about three minutes until we heard the man speak. ''Well'' he said, expecting an answer from us.
''We have come from the kingdom of '' the man beside me began only to be interrupted, by the man.
''I know who you are, a noble born of the Kingdom that is over the red forest, its name Iron Bear and his knight guard. Your people along with several other ones have arrived, looking at the walls and San Andreas.'' the player said, as he read some of his papers.
''I have too much work to do, so don't try anything idiotic. I'm not the only player here.'' the man said as he waved at us to leave.
As we walked away from the man we were able to see just how much we had missed, half undressed men wore working tirelessly to rebuild the player's home. While others carefully carved the names of several people, the cool air that somehow lingered so naturally that I hadn't even notice it, until we left the building and were met by the hot sun of the outside.
Almost immediately we headed to one of the several taverns to discuss what would be our next act, needless to say the man immediately went to one of the back rooms with two of the youngest woman in the place.
As I set myself to drink, I noticed several men and woman with down casted gases their moods were depressed and exhausted. Yet there was something to them as the people near them closed in to speak, it would be within our fifth day that I found that these were the people brought back from the dead.
Days here seem to mold together, not in any wrong form but as if they were all seemingly peaceful. Our labors were nothing more than the gathering of wild fruits and the hunting of beast.
My beloved, I have seem beast the likes no ones none of our people could possibly imagine. There is a pig like creature that as plants growing on its back, while a massive snake eats a type of goo, from a man eating plant of the nearby forest.
Days pat slowly until in a moment that in great number, people began to arrive, first a few then hundreds. So many time trouble makers demanded retribution, that they could not stay outside and began to cause trouble.
Many say that the player was unable to reach several of those people yet I know of the truth.
These men and woman, had begun to attack those that had already settled here and in their arogans, foolishly believed they could threaten the player and the guards.
My beloved, for what my belief may be, there is no mistaking the next act changed the people's actions in one move.
A notice came from one of the runners, people that run back and forth taking messages from person to person.
Men-woman-children were all ordered to separate from the group and go with them. If they refused then they wouldn't be forced to. If they insisted to take the troublemakers with them, then they were told to stay.
Of the troublemakers, none were invited.
Something was happening, as all of the people were on edge. They all knew that something was about to happen and the knights, soldiers and workers were all being called in to the settlements.
This happened for two days and nights, several women were raped as they sent the messages, none were seen all to troubled by it, in fact a sadistic smile were placed on their faces. Then on the third day it happened, as the player orders all of the soldiers to open fire on anything and anyone that even tried to cross the defensive lines.
A thick wave of white mist came thru the forest, past the fields of dead and into the area behind the walls.
''We open our homes to you, we offer you food, water and care. Yet you demanded more than we could ever possibly give you, You have raped and attempted to kill and most of all you stupidly believed I cared for anyone that wasn't one of my own.'' the player said, his voice somehow reaching all sides of the walls.
With his several voices echoed and in a second a word has been marked in our memory.
''Desactivar auto defensas'' the player said.
I can still feel his eyes on me as he began to talk, his voice directed to me and the people that that taken his offer.
''I allow anyone to do what they want, but never mistake my kindness for weakness.'' he said, his voice uncaring.
''What's going on'' a woman besides us said.
''Every couple of months a mist comes and the creatures that live in the forest spreads out into the fields, the creatures that live there use it to hunt and migrate. Not all of them are bad, but…'' the man said.
That's when the screams of women and children, breached the uneasy silence that lingered all around us. I recognized the sound of woman being raped while men screamed as they were fighting desperately for their lives, the howling sounds of animals.
The moment the player began to walk forward, still lingers in my memory. He raised his hand and every riflemen opened fire blindly into the night. This went on for the entire night, at one point one of the men that had said he had all the answers and made the people rise to attack the people of the player.
I can still see the horrified mans terrified eyes, dead as a gunshot went thru his chess. A woman was dragged away from us as she attempted to reach us desperately, for a moment a goblin like creature looked directly at me.
I doubt anyone else ever saw it, for the creature actually, stood still and waited to be attacked and when no attack came it drew a blade and left it on the ground.
There is no doubt in my mind, that the creatures all understood, that these people were undesirables and were being sacrificed\casted away.
The next day, we uncovered animal corpses of all kinds, while blades of cheap material were all near the settlements.
Knights soldiers and several machines quickly began to close in on the openings of the walls, they were surprisingly undisturbed.
Woman and young girls were found raped and half crazed they were put down on sight. When I asked if they would be remembered, no one answered.
That day I ran up to the player and struck him I can still remember the man's eyes on me. There was no hostility or cruelty. Instead there was a look of understanding and care.
''The walls and this outer region, is called the area of redemption and reforging of lives.'' the player said, as he lowered his head and exhaling.
''Everyone here is either a person that has lost their homes, lives or are simply criminals. If they die so be it, they know what they sighed up for.
But they are my people, just like you are the moment you started working along side everyone. We all carry each other and we take care of each other'' the player said, as if trying to make me understand.
I was only the noble man buiseds me me that said the unspoken words.
''They had no desire to join, you allowed everyone to keep their religions, ways and acts without trouble. All you asked was that they don't cause any trouble, for you are all surrounded by enemies'' the man said.
''But why allow the monsters in. I mean the creatures took them and you barely lost anything, but why'' he asked the player.
''Animals know where it's safe and the monsters knew where the vulnerable were. They stayed away from us, while the animals now inhabit this place'' the player answers.
My wife I hope that if anything were ever to happen to me, you present yourself to him, he will guard you in the same way. Our daughter will be safe and our ways will remain undisturbed, while any troublemakers will be dealt with.
I will return soon enough, but take care my beloved.
][][[]]
To say that the building and the man alike were nothing if not intimidating, would be an even greater lie, than for one to say that the Cardinals are actively making their presence known, every day.
Tho the great home was nowhere near a castle, I can honestly attest that they were but specks inside it. The names written on the walls, were carved with such delicacy and care that one could believe that a king or some high born nobles names were inscribed.
As we walked forward to speak with the man, we were caught by the sight of several works inscribing every name one by one, some where being carved into wooden planks, while others were within the the marvel walls.
''Hard to believe, that so many were lost.'' a woman said, as she walked next to them. Her arms covered in clay, her hair was a wild mess from the lack of care and her chess was entirely exposed, as her white shirt did little to hide her firm chess, do to how wet it was.
''I'm sorry but what do you mean, miss?'' the nobleman asked her.
''Each and every name is a person lost, during the war. In death, every worker, soldier, knight and spiritual leader are all equal. Their guardian watches over their last marks on this world'' she answered as her head moved up, signaling us towards the player.
As she bowed her head and continued her way, I noticed that her dress tightly clung to her, emphasizing her figure.
As we neared the player, we soon caught sight of several papers near him and the echoing sounds of children laughing. To misterius was this, that it seemed to echo all around us. My beloved wife, to this day I believe that this player was the representation of death and that we had in our arrogance entered its home.
The closer we neared the man, the larger the building seemed to get, there was a point that the lights in the ceiling seemed as if they were the stars in the sky itself. As I turned to look at my companion, I no longer saw the nobleman's son, but the man that had accompanied me in my journey here and I could tell he thought the same.
When we finally reached him, we noticed that he was nothing more than a mere man. His eyes were tired from the constant work and his posture said that he was so fed up with the constant administrative work that he was about to toss all of the papers into the air.
We stood there for about three minutes until we heard the man speak. ''Well'' he said, expecting an answer from us.
''We have come from the kingdom of '' the man beside me began only to be interrupted, by the man.
''I know who you are, a noble born of the Kingdom that is over the red forest, its name Iron Bear and his knight guard. Your people along with several other ones have arrived, looking at the walls and San Andreas.'' the player said, as he read some of his papers.
''I have too much work to do, so don't try anything idiotic. I'm not the only player here.'' the man said as he waved at us to leave.
As we walked away from the man we were able to see just how much we had missed, half undressed men wore working tirelessly to rebuild the player's home. While others carefully carved the names of several people, the cool air that somehow lingered so naturally that I hadn't even notice it, until we left the building and were met by the hot sun of the outside.
Almost immediately we headed to one of the several taverns to discuss what would be our next act, needless to say the man immediately went to one of the back rooms with two of the youngest woman in the place.
As I set myself to drink, I noticed several men and woman with down casted gases their moods were depressed and exhausted. Yet there was something to them as the people near them closed in to speak, it would be within our fifth day that I found that these were the people brought back from the dead.
Days here seem to mold together, not in any wrong form but as if they were all seemingly peaceful. Our labors were nothing more than the gathering of wild fruits and the hunting of beast.
My beloved, I have seem beast the likes no ones none of our people could possibly imagine. There is a pig like creature that as plants growing on its back, while a massive snake eats a type of goo, from a man eating plant of the nearby forest.
Days pat slowly until in a moment that in great number, people began to arrive, first a few then hundreds. So many time trouble makers demanded retribution, that they could not stay outside and began to cause trouble.
Many say that the player was unable to reach several of those people yet I know of the truth.
These men and woman, had begun to attack those that had already settled here and in their arogans, foolishly believed they could threaten the player and the guards.
My beloved, for what my belief may be, there is no mistaking the next act changed the people's actions in one move.
A notice came from one of the runners, people that run back and forth taking messages from person to person.
Men-woman-children were all ordered to separate from the group and go with them. If they refused then they wouldn't be forced to. If they insisted to take the troublemakers with them, then they were told to stay.
Of the troublemakers, none were invited.
Something was happening, as all of the people were on edge. They all knew that something was about to happen and the knights, soldiers and workers were all being called in to the settlements.
This happened for two days and nights, several women were raped as they sent the messages, none were seen all to troubled by it, in fact a sadistic smile were placed on their faces. Then on the third day it happened, as the player orders all of the soldiers to open fire on anything and anyone that even tried to cross the defensive lines.
A thick wave of white mist came thru the forest, past the fields of dead and into the area behind the walls.
''We open our homes to you, we offer you food, water and care. Yet you demanded more than we could ever possibly give you, You have raped and attempted to kill and most of all you stupidly believed I cared for anyone that wasn't one of my own.'' the player said, his voice somehow reaching all sides of the walls.
With his several voices echoed and in a second a word has been marked in our memory.
''Desactivar auto defensas'' the player said.
I can still feel his eyes on me as he began to talk, his voice directed to me and the people that that taken his offer.
''I allow anyone to do what they want, but never mistake my kindness for weakness.'' he said, his voice uncaring.
''What's going on'' a woman besides us said.
''Every couple of months a mist comes and the creatures that live in the forest spreads out into the fields, the creatures that live there use it to hunt and migrate. Not all of them are bad, but…'' the man said.
That's when the screams of women and children, breached the uneasy silence that lingered all around us. I recognized the sound of woman being raped while men screamed as they were fighting desperately for their lives, the howling sounds of animals.
The moment the player began to walk forward, still lingers in my memory. He raised his hand and every riflemen opened fire blindly into the night. This went on for the entire night, at one point one of the men that had said he had all the answers and made the people rise to attack the people of the player.
I can still see the horrified mans terrified eyes, dead as a gunshot went thru his chess. A woman was dragged away from us as she attempted to reach us desperately, for a moment a goblin like creature looked directly at me.
I doubt anyone else ever saw it, for the creature actually, stood still and waited to be attacked and when no attack came it drew a blade and left it on the ground.
There is no doubt in my mind, that the creatures all understood, that these people were undesirables and were being sacrificed\casted away.
The next day, we uncovered animal corpses of all kinds, while blades of cheap material were all near the settlements.
Knights soldiers and several machines quickly began to close in on the openings of the walls, they were surprisingly undisturbed.
Woman and young girls were found raped and half crazed they were put down on sight. When I asked if they would be remembered, no one answered.
That day I ran up to the player and struck him I can still remember the man's eyes on me. There was no hostility or cruelty. Instead there was a look of understanding and care.
''The walls and this outer region, is called the area of redemption and reforging of lives.'' the player said, as he lowered his head and exhaling.
''Everyone here is either a person that has lost their homes, lives or are simply criminals. If they die so be it, they know what they sighed up for.
But they are my people, just like you are the moment you started working along side everyone. We all carry each other and we take care of each other'' the player said, as if trying to make me understand.
I was only the noble man buiseds me me that said the unspoken words.
''They had no desire to join, you allowed everyone to keep their religions, ways and acts without trouble. All you asked was that they don't cause any trouble, for you are all surrounded by enemies'' the man said.
''But why allow the monsters in. I mean the creatures took them and you barely lost anything, but why'' he asked the player.
''Animals know where it's safe and the monsters knew where the vulnerable were. They stayed away from us, while the animals now inhabit this place'' the player answers.
My wife I hope that if anything were ever to happen to me, you present yourself to him, he will guard you in the same way. Our daughter will be safe and our ways will remain undisturbed, while any troublemakers will be dealt with.
I will return soon enough, but take care my beloved.
][][[]]
night 5
blueayes
If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
- Location
- austin
][][[]]
My dearest husband, I have rea your letters and my heart weeps knowing of just how long it takes them to arrive. Our daughter has given her first steps and your son has returned from the mission your master has given him,
Whatever horors he must have seem have changed him. He speaks of battles so horrific that the very bandits upon seeing an emblem on his cheeks, that was awarded to him for simply surviving. That they simply left without a word.
It troubles me just how overprotective he has become.
I ask of you what of this time called the witching hours and the darkness unleashed in that war.
I beg of you my husband, tell me so that I may alleviate our sons burden. None of the knights of any of his friends have yet to return and all he says is that they are now with the Cardinals.
Safe, from the darkness.
][][][][
…… Let these words never be spoken so that no one ever knows of this. For I fear that should anyone truly know of what happened in those horrifying hours, might had very well doomed our world.
First there are two things you must know. One the wall of Night once had a Guardian, a creature tasked with the protection of the people and the beast.
It died, such was the treat of that monster.
The next is that there is a player that no player considers one of their own and will violently lash out, denying him as a brother of theirs.
Do not speak these words written here for I fear that if no player is near, then that abomination might run about undisturbed.
During the hours of the war with the fallen player, the wall of night was the first to encounter him and his forces. The defenders fought with such ferocity that they could be have compared t best themselves.
The wall was nowhere near ready for such an assault, still they fought on, selling their lives, desperately giving the young time to escape.
I ignore when it happened, so please make do with what I know. The mad that has become a valuable companion has aded me in discovering what I could.
Sometime during the war, thirteen times did the bodies of the dead moan and thirteen times did they beat their armor.
As the fighting raged on, a violent storm began to form such was this unholy thing, that the rain was pitch black, its liquid covered the ground with a type of water that flooded the soil and in another hour thirteen times the dead moaned and thirteen times they beat their armor.
Still the fighting raged on.
The storm increased in power and the minions of that mad player struck at the walls and at their defenders.
Still thirteen times the dead moaned and thirteen times did they strike their armor.
It was on the fifth time that the Flying fortress moved over the battlefield, no one can truly describe what happened but animals, machines, living and even the dead burned-froze or ate the moaning dead.
Yet they moaned ever louder and struck their armor.
It was on the eighth time, that a child dressed in a white simple dress appeared surrounded by a heavenly light. The Cardinal Yui had come forth herself, in her arm was a flaming sword easily three times her size.
The ancient enemy of our people the rat men, had done the unthinkable.
As from the earth itself, the horned Rat rose, feasting on the dead and the dying. So great was their confrontation, that the people speak of the players as if they themselves were Gods.
Such was the power displayed in thoes final hours.
My beloved wife leave this and look no further I shall return home today.
My dearest husband, I have rea your letters and my heart weeps knowing of just how long it takes them to arrive. Our daughter has given her first steps and your son has returned from the mission your master has given him,
Whatever horors he must have seem have changed him. He speaks of battles so horrific that the very bandits upon seeing an emblem on his cheeks, that was awarded to him for simply surviving. That they simply left without a word.
It troubles me just how overprotective he has become.
I ask of you what of this time called the witching hours and the darkness unleashed in that war.
I beg of you my husband, tell me so that I may alleviate our sons burden. None of the knights of any of his friends have yet to return and all he says is that they are now with the Cardinals.
Safe, from the darkness.
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…… Let these words never be spoken so that no one ever knows of this. For I fear that should anyone truly know of what happened in those horrifying hours, might had very well doomed our world.
First there are two things you must know. One the wall of Night once had a Guardian, a creature tasked with the protection of the people and the beast.
It died, such was the treat of that monster.
The next is that there is a player that no player considers one of their own and will violently lash out, denying him as a brother of theirs.
Do not speak these words written here for I fear that if no player is near, then that abomination might run about undisturbed.
During the hours of the war with the fallen player, the wall of night was the first to encounter him and his forces. The defenders fought with such ferocity that they could be have compared t best themselves.
The wall was nowhere near ready for such an assault, still they fought on, selling their lives, desperately giving the young time to escape.
I ignore when it happened, so please make do with what I know. The mad that has become a valuable companion has aded me in discovering what I could.
Sometime during the war, thirteen times did the bodies of the dead moan and thirteen times did they beat their armor.
As the fighting raged on, a violent storm began to form such was this unholy thing, that the rain was pitch black, its liquid covered the ground with a type of water that flooded the soil and in another hour thirteen times the dead moaned and thirteen times they beat their armor.
Still the fighting raged on.
The storm increased in power and the minions of that mad player struck at the walls and at their defenders.
Still thirteen times the dead moaned and thirteen times did they strike their armor.
It was on the fifth time that the Flying fortress moved over the battlefield, no one can truly describe what happened but animals, machines, living and even the dead burned-froze or ate the moaning dead.
Yet they moaned ever louder and struck their armor.
It was on the eighth time, that a child dressed in a white simple dress appeared surrounded by a heavenly light. The Cardinal Yui had come forth herself, in her arm was a flaming sword easily three times her size.
The ancient enemy of our people the rat men, had done the unthinkable.
As from the earth itself, the horned Rat rose, feasting on the dead and the dying. So great was their confrontation, that the people speak of the players as if they themselves were Gods.
Such was the power displayed in thoes final hours.
My beloved wife leave this and look no further I shall return home today.
night 6
blueayes
If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
- Location
- austin
His skin tightens as he enters the white building, like the time before the inside was far bigger than its outside. His blue colored armor, made him strikeout in such away that if this was a battlefield, he would have been the targeted area.
''Well'' the players voice echoed thru the building.
His spit felt sick, so with every movement of his mouth they made a sound that was unpleasant even to himself.
''I am the son of a duck and of noble born. The knight that has come with me to these lands and I hereby seek your guidance.'' he let his words echoed thru the empty halls, yet as no answer greeted him, he decided to continue.
''Champion of the Cardinals, you who are both jury and Judge to your people. Please grant me your wisdom.
Please tell me, what do you stay in these lands'' he said, though his words weren't the ones he truly wished to say.
A white mist accompanying a person's warm breath. ''We stay because we have nowhere else to go. I am neither Jury, nor Judge.
In this area no one is expendable, yet we can not allow troublemakers to cause for us unneeded trouble'' the player said, as he walked forward past him.
''But you are a player, how could you have nowhere to go?'' he asked.
''Tell me boy, why do you seek my guidance. Any of those men or women could easily guide you just as good or even better than I'' the player asked him in return.
''I figured that someone in such a position as yours'' he began only to be stopped by the player.
''And that my boy is the reason why I can't and won't leave. No one here leaves because whether they had committed a crime-were apart of the reborn of the dark war, or simply had no place to truly call home this is all they have.
As players, people look at us for guidance and the moments that our brothers and sisters are found by the people, they instinctively seek to us for guidance and protection. Our brothers that have taken wives, quickly found themselves being covered with the responsibilities of those towns.'' the player said, as he walked forward, briefly signaling him to follow.
They walked for what seemed as ten minutes, until they reached a wooden table finely furnished, its thick wood made it seem heavy yet strong. On it several dozen bottles of all kinds of liquor.
Yet what caught his attention the most were the sets of names carefully carved into the wood itself, that he noticed several of the men that had died. He recognized them as several widows and orphan children, that at night would call out their names.
''Why do you torture yourself.'' he said unwillingly, his words leaving him against every ounce of his personal belief.
''They looked to me for protection and leadership and I failed them'' the player answered, as he served two glass cups filled to the rim with alcohol.
As the player handed him one. ''I hear you have enjoyed yourself with several of the woman, we take care of our own'' the player said only to pause as if hinting out something, but what it could have been he ignored it.
Almost as if noticing his ignorance did the man begin to speak. ''If you want to say, there is a place for you here''
His mouth felt heavy, not because his drink was drugged but because he truly wanted to accept. ''I too have a responsibility to the people that look for me for guidance….. Thank you sir'' he said as he finished his drink and left the room.
As he marched out of the building, he understood, why no one here told each other their names, only a person's love ones and most trusted persons are able to know their names. As he mounted his horse and made his way, he now knew that at this first wall, any army would have to kill every last person and animal, for this place was all these people had and with it, their neighbors were the only ones they had.
''Well'' the players voice echoed thru the building.
His spit felt sick, so with every movement of his mouth they made a sound that was unpleasant even to himself.
''I am the son of a duck and of noble born. The knight that has come with me to these lands and I hereby seek your guidance.'' he let his words echoed thru the empty halls, yet as no answer greeted him, he decided to continue.
''Champion of the Cardinals, you who are both jury and Judge to your people. Please grant me your wisdom.
Please tell me, what do you stay in these lands'' he said, though his words weren't the ones he truly wished to say.
A white mist accompanying a person's warm breath. ''We stay because we have nowhere else to go. I am neither Jury, nor Judge.
In this area no one is expendable, yet we can not allow troublemakers to cause for us unneeded trouble'' the player said, as he walked forward past him.
''But you are a player, how could you have nowhere to go?'' he asked.
''Tell me boy, why do you seek my guidance. Any of those men or women could easily guide you just as good or even better than I'' the player asked him in return.
''I figured that someone in such a position as yours'' he began only to be stopped by the player.
''And that my boy is the reason why I can't and won't leave. No one here leaves because whether they had committed a crime-were apart of the reborn of the dark war, or simply had no place to truly call home this is all they have.
As players, people look at us for guidance and the moments that our brothers and sisters are found by the people, they instinctively seek to us for guidance and protection. Our brothers that have taken wives, quickly found themselves being covered with the responsibilities of those towns.'' the player said, as he walked forward, briefly signaling him to follow.
They walked for what seemed as ten minutes, until they reached a wooden table finely furnished, its thick wood made it seem heavy yet strong. On it several dozen bottles of all kinds of liquor.
Yet what caught his attention the most were the sets of names carefully carved into the wood itself, that he noticed several of the men that had died. He recognized them as several widows and orphan children, that at night would call out their names.
''Why do you torture yourself.'' he said unwillingly, his words leaving him against every ounce of his personal belief.
''They looked to me for protection and leadership and I failed them'' the player answered, as he served two glass cups filled to the rim with alcohol.
As the player handed him one. ''I hear you have enjoyed yourself with several of the woman, we take care of our own'' the player said only to pause as if hinting out something, but what it could have been he ignored it.
Almost as if noticing his ignorance did the man begin to speak. ''If you want to say, there is a place for you here''
His mouth felt heavy, not because his drink was drugged but because he truly wanted to accept. ''I too have a responsibility to the people that look for me for guidance….. Thank you sir'' he said as he finished his drink and left the room.
As he marched out of the building, he understood, why no one here told each other their names, only a person's love ones and most trusted persons are able to know their names. As he mounted his horse and made his way, he now knew that at this first wall, any army would have to kill every last person and animal, for this place was all these people had and with it, their neighbors were the only ones they had.