Paladin of Dust: A Shining Beacon Part 2
He hadn't missed her insinuation or her light laughter but unless he just walked into the plot of one of the light novels his sisters seemed to enjoy so much there was no way a cute girl would just happen to walk up to him with the right spell to help with his motion sickness. However she wasn't doing anything other then helping him so unless he wanted to get sick and embarrass himself, aside from being a total ass, he couldn't exactly run off.
As the large airship settled in to the sky dock Jaune smiled at the girl and grew more certain he was stuck. While she did let go of his hand, Umber made no move to leave the ship with the others while he waited to recover his equilibrium. So he finally decided to point towards the door and walk with her off of the ship.
Walking out onto the sky port they came up to the crossroads of several paved paths leading from various airships just in time to see a little Gothic Lolita redhead loose her balance and crash into a trolley full of secure cases
Record of Lodoss War: Elves in Spider RuinsOn the outskirts of Lodoss stood Deedlit, clad in her usual green dress and blue shoulder armor with matching cape with brown boots on as she looked at a rundown cave ruins. The ruins were once home to an ancient race of large spiders who were known for their numbers and very long legs that let them catch any prey.
"It's been forever since I was last here...." Deedlit muttered as she remembered coming here centuries ago as a smaller elf child when spiders still ran rampant in the area but thanks to the surrounding species growth in power and numbers, most of the spiders had been killed off. "Even back then, though over run by the spiders, it did look beautiful...." Deedlit remarked sadly as everything was in ruins and cloaked in a gray despair look.
"I hope there is still enough silk somewhere so I can use it to make Parn an invincible cloak..." Deedlit hoped as she headed into the ruins, being careful to not get caught in some old dusty cobwebs. As Deedlit entered from one side, on th
MARN Volume 1 Prologue
Mane Island. South of Mistral. 14 years before RWBY.
The heavy winds blew through the trees of the jungle island signaling the coming of a storm. All of the animals had begun to take shelter from the downpour. Of the island inhabitants there were two that continued to roam freely. The first were the nightmarish creatures of Grimm that called the island their own. The second was a young Faunus child who was barely six years of age. His name was Cain Masterson. His blonde hair was long and matted and his eyes were a golden yellow. He wore no clothing save for leaves which he used to cover his waist and groin. A lion’s tail poked out of the back where the leaves were being used to cover his rear. A pouch made of animal skin hung from his left side, and on his right wrist was a twine bracelet made from tree bark that had four pieces of raw Dust attached to it.
One of the practices of Cain’s family, the Mastersons, was for their sons to be left on one of the deserted islands off
MARN Volume 1 Chapter 1
When I was a child, my grandmother would tell me a story before I went to sleep. There were a great number of stories she told that I loved, but my favorite was the Tale of the Beast King. A woodsman went into a forest to find a flower that could save their ill daughter, but it was home to frightening monsters as well as their leader, the Beast King. The woodsman fought and defeated the Beast King and saved his daughter and lived happily ever after.
What got to me when my grandmother told me these stories is that she always said that many of the stories of Remnant were based off truth. With that logic, the events portrayed in the Tale of the Beast King may have actually happen. With this in mind I have spent the past year traveling across Remnant in search for what might be the original version of the Tale of the Beast King. I do not know what fruit this search may bear, but it is my hope that what I find will prove that the Beast King was real. – Adam Masterson
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One Little Spark- Chapter 16 The once frozen statue of Iyrilia flaps its wings at the broken wall of office of Governor Crizwalke himself. Its eyes are fixed onto Crizwalke as the governor tries to shield its eyes from the brimming light. Ron sees the winged Katkin. He was speechless. The “defender of all people,” as Crizwalke called it, is finally awake after all these years.
The flying Katkin watches the terrified staff of the Iyrilian Tower with anger; more directly at Crizwalke. The attempt to murder a girl he had only just met by dropping her off the top of the tower is nothing but unethical and dishonest. It gives out a loud roar-like cry at Crizwalke with a great anguishing madness. The sound waves of that cry picked up again, ringing in the ears of the Crizwalke staff until their ears began to bleed a little. The only person who is not affected as much is Ron Wavers. Being a Katkin himself, that same high piercing is like liste
Another Night (Yang x Male Reader)Previous Chapter
The sound of metal clashing against metal filled your ears, broken occasionally by a few bursts of automatic gunfire. You looked up from your scroll every now and again to let your friend know that you were watching. If you were single then you would have been fully engrossed in watching Ivan spar with Owen. But being at Beacon again only made you think about one person, Yang, who wasn’t there at the moment.
Ivan decided to bring you up to Beacon again after his team leader had come up with a girl’s night out with Nima, Yang and her team, and Nora and Pyrrha. You had no idea what they would be doing outside of going to movie, though you were told by Ivan that they’d be gone for a good bit. Yang didn’t know that you were at Beacon, Ivan having suggested that you not tell her so you could surprise her. You messaged her on your scroll while y
Stealth and Witchcraft Cp. 1
A/N: It never ceases to amaze me how quickly I can become immersed in something. Regardless of what it is, if that particular thing happens to catch my heart in just the right way, I'll be a fan for life. Even when others blatantly recoil from and forget the joy it once brought to millions, I'll still be there. Such is the case with Thief. Ever since the release of the forth much-awaited installment, many fans of this groundbreaking series have been left very disappointed.
Still, I don't think that four is a complete lost cause. It just strays further away from the original concept than a lost and blind lamb. Distorted, yet in my creative mind; salvageable.
Also, just to get this out of the way before anyone comments, "Thief reboot is actually hundreds of years after the events in the trilogy!" Dundundun! Guess what? I don't care if the newest Thief takes place hundreds of years later.
A fanfic isn't canon. Combining the old games with the new one is my own right and crea
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By Terumune O'Kennedy
Flight through the Dark
Another painful breath pushes Gen of Azariah through the pitch black maze of the forest, moving fast as he dares along forgotten paths that go deeper into the mysterious and forgotten dark. Were it not for the adrenaline coursing through his veins and his fear for his precious cargo driving him harder through the terror of a seemingly endless void, Gen might just have a better idea of where he was going, but the only light to guide his way came from the burning castle behind him.
The death cries of King Graham and the final whispered command of Princess Yvette rang in Gens memory yet again. “Save them Gen. Keep them safe!”
Gen spares a quick look to the children protectively cradled beneath his arms: the wide eyed and terrified six year old Prince Narius, elder of the two children who fusses again at being handled so roughly by Gen’s sword arm. Instead of his blade, Gen keeps the child in a protective hold that kept the boy from being whipped by the branches Gen rushes past.
The more he thought about it the more Gen realizes just how much of a disadvantage he was at should his suspicions prove correct and the murderers still close at hand. Gen wishes again he could draw his blood covered blade resting in its sheath but found his hands full with Narius under one arm and beneath his other arm the crying infant Princess Odette he kept cradled close to his chest.
Gen’s ignores Narius fidgeting in his grasp. Frightened and confused about where his guardian was taking them through the dark forest, once again Narius asks where his parents were. Gen could only answer Narius’ questions with pained breaths as the blood flowing from the agonizing gash in his back pushed Gen on like a madman possessed by duty.
Gen stops for a brief moment to listen for pursuers, the assassins wearing robes of black and bearing the warrior masks of a nation of people that as far as Gen knew should have been dead. Gen curses aloud, “Damn cowards.” Their brutality flashes yet again in his mind, a memory of the last he saw anyone related to the royal family trapped in a fight for their lives, save for the two children with whom Gen was able to pull from fire and death.
The faint echo of footfalls belonging to what could only be the assassins came crashing fast through the forest hot on his heels, leaving Gen without choice but to fight his way through. Adjusting Narius to a position that would allow him to fight with his sword arm, Gen moves Narius to be carried on his back before swiftly unsheathing his sword in the same motion, prepared as well as he could be for the inevitable fight.
Gen breaks the silence of the night by shouting to Narius, “Hold tight lad, things are about to get bumpy!”
The killers in black move with practiced precision through the dark faster than Gen could actually see, only their silver blades and pale masks catching the light could be made out. The stains of blood along their blades from their earlier victims caught Gen’s eyes as the villainous figures made their way closer to finish their bloody work.
Without warning his cargo, Gen surges down a random path, running as fast as he could manage with Narius clinging desperately to Gen’s neck, and could feel as the blood from his wound was making Narius slip around from the sudden shift in movements. Gen held Odette tight to his chest in a protective grasp as he slashes about blindly at where he could feel the dark figures were, their lethal intentions screamed out to his senses and allowed the old warrior to fight as though they were fighting during the day.
With practiced form and skills learned from a lifetime of war and fighting across countless different fields in the dark and the light, Gen was able to hit several of them with lightning speed and lethal precision. The figures in black ran alongside Gen, striking back at the Gen with his skill and speed being the only things keeping him and the children alive.
With a drive and desperation he didn’t know he still had in him, Gen fights desperately while he runs, slaying some and injuring others, but above all he continues running, doing his best to keep Narius from slipping from his back as he held the infant Odette in a grasp that almost fails several times with all the movements of Gen fighting as he ran.
Gen wasn’t sure of the exact moment but he could feel Narius’ grip fail. The boy tumbles from his back, crashing to the ground with only a pained yell escaping the prince’s lips. Noting his charge’s sudden absence, Gen turns back to pick up Narius but stops dead when seven of the assassins still chasing him encircle the prince and cut off any chance for Gen to reach Narius.
A pained rage surges through Gens very soul when he realizes the unfortunate choice he must make between Narius, trapped between the assassins bearing down for the kill, or Odette, where all he would have to do was leave and save the infant princess safely cradled in his arm. Looking to Narius’ and hearing his cries is impossible for Gen to ignore, but he does so, turning and leaving quickly as a deep well of sorrow and regret grips his very soul.
Running at full speed once again with his sword drawn, Gen listened for the whimpers of Narius as long as he could until there came a blood curdling scream followed by the swift horrific sound of an explosion of energy familiar to Gen as magic, a magic belonging to the people that Gen believed to be gone from this world as he was personally responsible for sending a countless number of them to Hell, when his king commanded that he lead the armies of Azariah to slaughter them.
Running along ancient forest paths until he spotted familiar ones, Gen takes a moment to look at the face of a crying Odette he held desperately in his arms. At least a piece of his sworn battle brother would live on, so leaving the royal family behind as Princess Yvette commanded Gen to do in their time of need wouldn’t have all been in vain.