[LoneSyndal]

These short stories tie themselves into the series. Because of the way my mind works, I'm always a 'different person' whenever I re-imagine this world. In these stories, you'll see my actions, the way I interact with the people, and how this in my opinion formed the 'wonderful' world I have created.

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I was a soldier who recently enlisted. I met this veteran during a break between training sessions and asked him, "To you, what is war? I heard stories of brave men fighting for a cause and rushing towards death to defend their ideals. Is it really like that?"

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The War Hero



"War... is a hellish thing. It doesn't bring a victor, or a loser... no, what it brings is change. What you described to me was nothing more than glorified gibberish I've heard from countless naive men. When I saw that battlefield... when I saw my 'brother' take his first step into the fray... I saw him dying a miserable death. I saw his body get torn into shreds with a few spears and pikes... and it was only but the first moment of battle. My body didn't react fast enough to shed tears before I saw those animals charging at us. Their eyes were so fixated on victory that they acted without hesitation, as if instinctively killing each man with a single blow..."

I asked, "Then how was it that you made it out alive?"

The aged man took another gulp of rum and placed the glass softly onto the table. The mere memory of this engagement left a scar that he will never forget.

"He... the one they called a 'War Hero'... he leapt into that crowd of animals and single-handedly slaughtered each and every one of them. It was an art that no one could've imagined. So brutal... and yet fascinating. It was like watching a wolf chasing away a bunch of domesticated dogs. This man knew the art so well that with the simple stroke of his sword, an army would fall. That was how I viewed him... were we all useless? I don't think so, but this man knew full well on what he had to do. He had some sort of mission. I saw it in his eyes. They were glowing bloodshot red, but he didn't look upon his foes with those eyes... he was looking for something or someone and was determined to achieve his goal without fail. When I spoke with him after the raid on Ghamek, he asked me if I knew a 'Dylan Faust'. I told him no and I wasn't familiar with the name, but he told me that he must meet this person. Were they related? Friends? I didn't know. Galden was such a mysterious person to all of us."

"And how did you end up here?"

The aged man revealed a missing limb from under his cloak, "I got this just a bit after that encounter on the battlefield."

When I saw the cloth wrapped around his missing right leg, I couldn't help but feel disgusted at the sight.

"Don't worry, all young men are like that. Least I can tell them is that war isn't as beautiful as you think."

[Quel33]

Lone? Do you have one thread that gives links to all of your written work...?

[LoneSyndal]

I considered all my old works as 'scrapped'. Currently revising all my works for the new plans.

[LoneSyndal]

Backstory Piece # 1:


Fate had already played its hand. What is to come cannot be changed by those who have power, but by those who are fated to make change. The Old World had shed enough tears over the past many cycles. Each cycle filled with intense hate, blood, and a history of depression and violence. But what also never changed was that He was there. He had always watched, observed, and over time He came up with a solution.

Something had changed. There was one entity who surpassed all expectations, and through this entity, He made a bridge. And with this bridge, the Fated One was born. A trial of blood and determination began for this lifeless shell which had no purpose, no reason, nothing for its existence. But, that didn't stop it from taking a step forward. When it reached the End, it met Him. A truth was told, and a door opened. The world of the Void then ceased, and here it began its journey into The Old World.











Hint: There was a previous work, if you can piece it together with this, you might just understand...

[LoneSyndal]

Action Scene Test #1



It was a duel of the giants. Julius Belleiot, the Champion of the Order Army, stepped onto the center stage of the field. Hellion sent forth their Champion, Adrian Rosell, shortly after the messenger announced the names. Belleiot tightened his reinforced buckler, grabbed his mace, and stood in a stance. His foe had a winged spear and a metallic tower shield. The reason they were called 'Giants' was because of their height and size. Both men easily towered all others from their respective armies at a height of at least six-feet-four and could move easily in heavy armor despite its weight. Their power was equivalent to a Raulen's Steam Tank, or so the rumor went.

As the announcer signaled the start of the fight, Belleiot made the first move. His swift movement allowed him to easily close in, making it harder for Rosell to use his spear. Belleiot slammed his buckler into Rosell's face and followed up with his mace sweeping his opponent's feet off the floor. Rosell fell to the floor and rolled into Belleiot to trip him as well and got back up. He thrust the spear towards Belleiot's ribs but his attack was deflected with the buckler pushing the spear away. Belleiot kicked Rosell back and stood up to face his opponent once more. They were back at the starting point, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Their eyes sharpened along with their senses and Rosell made the first move. He held his spear with both hands and released a flurry of blows that grazed away at Belleiot's armor. Belleiot continued to receive the blows until he felt the metal giving away to the sharpened spear. He grabbed the spear with his buckler arm, pulled in his foe, and slammed the mace down onto Rosell's tower shield. The strength Belleiot placed into his strike made Rosell's hand give away from the power and let go of the shield. Rosell headbutted into Belleiot's face to force him to release the hold onto the spear and stood at a distance away from the mace's range.

Belleiot dashed in without hesitating and avoided the thrust of the spear by pushing it into the ground and stepped onto it, disarming his foe completely. It wasn't a duel to the death and Julius felt that he didn't want to kill the Champion. The victory lead to Hellion's surrender just moments later without a single person dying that day.