Lost Realms

[Deity]

Ok, well, in order to avoid loooooong posts and making you people feel scared with them, I shall post sorta small posts for you to read. Enjoy, this thing is actually getting published, mark my words.

Lost Realms

Tale 1: The Eclipse

Prologue: The Raid At Komaki Village

Komaki, Asaki, 043 b.a.t.

The young mercenary dropped off from the back of the wagon where he had been riding on, landing on the dusty ground of Komaki village.

Moments later, another dropping sound was heard, and Radamanthys Q'etz turned to face his friend Ray Shaleek, who had been riding next to him during the long trip.

"Well," Rad heard himself say as he stared all around him. "I think this place doesn't look that bad."

There were peasants coming and going, of all ages, for eventhough Komaki village was small, the place was always bustling with activity. And besides that, Rad noted that many of the few asakian villagers who lived here had made their way to the newly arrived trading caravan.

"It stinks," Ray gruffed for the fourth time since they had entered the region. He held an irritated face as his friend Rad turned to regard him.

"Right," Rad simply blurted out laughing at his friend's expense and went walking past him, just to confront the leader of the merchants of the medium-sized caravan.

"Looks like you younglings did your job," the old, bald headed, moustacheless man smiled at the merc. Rad nodded at him and saw how the old man brought out a brownish pouch from one of the pockets of his fine blueish vest, a pouch that Rad noticed was bristling with gems inside.

The merchant opened it right in front of him and brought out several assorted colored stones that were the size of small rocks. Gems they were called, and they were the currency in all Phydoria. Without them, nobody ate, nobody was able to buy something, and without them, nobody would be able to work.

Rad smiled at the merchant when the old man handed him the convened set of gems that the young merc had charged him for escorting the caravan and keeping it safe from bandits and monsters alike. Rad set the given gems in a pouch of his own.

"Ya keep yourselves out of Doom's tavern, ye hear me?" the merchant warned as he pointed a finger at Ray, who had joined Rad to the left side. Rad's friend didn't seem to appreciate the motion and just scoffed at the man. "If you go in there, you're most likely to lose your well earned gems, trust me."

[Deity]

The merchant strode off ready to start business with the few villagers of Komaki. The old fool had lost a good amount of gems paying the young mercs for their work, but he would gain much more in return in a little bit. After all, his family of merchants had brought enough goods to make themselves a small fortune with the good folk of Komaki.

"To the ten hells with ya," Ray said at the departing merchant, who did not hear him, or if he did, he simply did not care at all.

"We got what we wanted," Rad told Ray as the both of them started their march across the village's dusty main street. "We made ourselves a bit of gems with no hassle at all."

"The road was deserted," Ray agreed, walking with his head lowered. To be honest, the village did not stink. Ray simply had been bitching since they had seen no action during the caravan's trip from Xin to Komaki. Oh how Ray loved to fight off monsters and enemies. It was what he lived for, the adventure.

"Here ya go then, Ray," Rad said and they both stopped. Rad handed him half of the gems they had earned that day. Ray set them in his own leather pouch, eyeing his friend closely.

"Good amount," said Ray, snickering.

"For no trouble at all?" Rad laughed. "I'd say we really are blessed."

Ray shared the laugh.

"Come on, you big lug you," Rad told his buddy as he pat his shoulder, dust coming off from the pat. "I'll buy you dinner and a drink, perhaps two."

"And you'll be paying for my woman tonight, too, I suppose?" Ray glanced at him, innocently.

"That will have to come from your own purse, I'm afraid, my wily friend."

The two friends strode forward, towards the only tavern in the village. It was not the first time they'd visit such a place, though it would be the first time they visited the "Doomed Dragon's Tavern."

Little did the friends know that they were in for some major trouble.

Edited October 27, 2008 by Django

[Judge Judy]

Nice start

*is wating for more*

[Shuuda]

Pretty good so far. The only spelling mistake that stuck me was.

he simnply did not care at all.

I also noted the lack of any description regarding the appearance of the two characters. I hope this is something you intend too add at some point.

Apart from those points, it was a decent opening.

Edited October 27, 2008 by Shuuda

[HowAreYaBud]

Shuuda, do you have to point out every little spelling mistake? <_<

Anyway, nice start.

[Shuuda]

Shuuda, do you have to point out every little spelling mistake? <_<

Anyway, nice start.

Well, sorry for trying to help someone. Do you have to object to my every post?

[HowAreYaBud]

Well, sorry for trying to help someone. Do you have to object to my every post?

Well, since this is really the first time I've done it, no.

[Deity]

Pretty good so far. The only spelling mistake that stuck me was.

I also noted the lack of any description regarding the appearance of the two characters. I hope this is something you intend too add at some point.

Apart from those points, it was a decent opening.

Thanks for pointing that out, there was also another typo: ammount...I am afraid you didnt notice it. Anyway, words corrected and yes, I plan to describe the characters much more as the story goes along. For the opening post I was in a hurry cause my brother was calling me to do some stuff, so I really did not have time to be descriptive with them. But heck, you know they are young, mercs, and woman lovers lol.

I'll add more in a bit. Thx for supporting it. ^^

[Gatrie: Guns Blazing]

Well, sorry for trying to help someone. Do you have to object to my every post?

yes.

[Deity]

Adam Zein had walked for nearly four hours. Eventhough he was a master monk, the guy still felt the tiredness of the long trip. He was a short lad, with half his head bald, except for a long, blonde ponytail that was visible at the back of his head. Monks had adapted to that fad, using only long ponytails at the back of their heads. The young monk was dressed in a full, brown colored tunic, with sandals covering his toes. The guy also carried a long cane, which he used for fighting and for other things.

As he glanced to the south, where a small village known as Komaki stood atop a rocky hill, he knew he was very close to getting to Shu San, capital city of the Asaki realm.

He started towards the village as the sun started to set in the distance to the west. To the monk, Komaki village was going to be a resting place for the night. So waving his cane back and forth, the monk smiled and went on, wondering how long it would take him to get to Shu San from Komaki.

The monk had never been south of Asaki, this was his very first time navigating the realm, and he was liking everything he was seeing of this splendid realm . He was on an errand from his mistress Cynthia, a very distinguished white druid in all Phydoria who resided in the southern edges of the Yvia realm in her own secret monastery. Adam was her top pupil and guard, and as such, he had accepted to take care of this business for her. After all, why not? He owed much to Cynthia and he thought it would be a great idea to check out the realm of the always exotic Asaki race.

Oblivious to the fact that he was being watched, the monk continued on his way.

[Deity]

Meanwhile, in the southern parts of the southern realm of Dragira, Vincent Flamegust, the king of all the dragon kin sat on his stone throne. His red pupil eyes did not blink at all and he simply stared to the front, his scaly face showing a menacing countenance and his hands clutching what seemed to be a red-glowing stone.

To his sides, there stood two man, with scaly skin fading into human skin and dressed in robes, their faces the only thing visible under those darky robes and hood.

"I want Jyosua's head now!" Vincent shouted again. "And his realm!"

"Patience is a virtue, your kindness," one of the scaly men said. "We already have pushed our plans underway this very day. Soon, Broah will be yours."

"That is right," the other said, smiling devilishly. "The citadel of the dark heart has come under our control, and all its members. By using them to carry out secret missions for us, I assure you, your highness, that soon all of Phydoria will be yours."

Vincent did not blink. He stared straight ahead and seemed to even not be drawing breath. But he did speak.

"What about Bizz? Have you found her yet?"

"No," coughed the man to the right, the taller of the two. He measured six feet at least and was known as Byoxxyl, the ice dragon. Besides being a powerful dragon, Byo and his partner Krev, also an ice dragon, were experts in the arts of dark and white magics. The two had devoted their lifes to the study of all types of magic, including one known as necromancy, one that was banned from the good realms. "But we've dispatched a legion of dragirs after her. It wont be long before that thief is brought upon your presence to get what she is deserving."

Vincent's lips widened into a huge smile.

"Very good," was all that he said. "In the meantime, tell me more tales."

Both magic users grunted their discomfort. But in order to keep their king happy, they went on to tell him an ancient tale

[Deity]

"Oh no, this does not look good," Cynthia Lhorll spoke out loud as she saw through the magical window what was going on. She was a druid, of the white line, and she was dressed in a white robe with golden trims.

By setting a few elemental stones on rectangular wooden table, the druid was able to create a magical window. Through it she had been following Adam's every step.

It was not that she doubted the monk's abilities to keep himself safe, oh no, that was not the case. Adam was strong enough to destroy a town on his own. But Cynthia was always on the lookout for him and for other people she was friends with.

What she was seeing through the window had altered her nerves a bit, for far away from the small village where Adam had gone to, there lurked many shadows.

Shadows that belonged to enemies who had something in mind. It appeared to Cynthia that a great host of orcs and frost giants had planned to attack the village of Komaki this very night.

The pretty druid ran her hands through her long, golden hair and was pondering on what her plans of action should be. She had many alternatives, of course. Being the best darned magic user in all Phydoria had its advantages.

She scanned the area where the enemies were lurking just to get a good glimpse of the enemy size. It was quite a big band, and one that had plans to destroy the entire village, for she even saw a few catapults hiding behind some of the brush. She guessed there must of been at least 100 or so orcs waiting behind the tall bushes and trees of the forest near to the village, all of these foes acting as if in a military stance. Aside from that, she had seen more than three giants sitting nearby, probably listening to the leader's instructions, one that Cynthia noticed was...a Human?

While Cynthia could see everything well through that magical window, she could not hear what was being said. That was the thing with magic, some things served great purposes but left you hanging somewhere. In order to hear what the crew was planning, Cynthia, or any other magic user for that matter, had to be present close to the area. There, she could enact a spell that would allow her to listen in. Since she couldn't hear a thing, she focused instead on the human. She had not seen him before. Yes, it was a man, a young one at that. He wore blondish hair and was dressed in black, pants and shirt and vest, all black. And he carried a long bow, arrows and a few knifes strapped across his chest.

Too bad she was not present, Cynthia thought as she looked, otherwise, she would of known what that group was planning. But she was many miles away from the place. She could get there if she wanted, and in less than a minute, but she shook her head. Instead, the druid changed the view over to the village itself.

And she saw the monk entering a rusty looking tavern. That made her raise an eyebrow in surprise, for Adam was a decent monk, not some fool who was urgent to find himself some.

She hid her smile well and instead focused her attention on getting the magical window indoors to the tavern.

She did so, and she managed to see that the place was semi empty, except for a few guys seated at a table playing cards, two of them with asakian women on their laps, one kissing his girl like a wild hog.

She sent her attention to Adam and noticed that the monk had made his way over to the barkeeper, who was a wild looking young man with dark hair and clad in...armor?

Yes, he was clad in sturdy armor, and Cynthia noted that the armor resembled pretty much the armor that Broahn knights wore. She thought quickly that perhaps the bartender was an ex-knight from Broah or something. Whatever the case, that was not her concern. She really needed to alert her pupil and the rest of the town of what laid out in the outskirts of the village.

Edited October 28, 2008 by Django