The Castle Kameran, towering over the surrounding community of houses, stables, and small businesses. Sunlight beams down on the castle, casting a shadow over the town, and the only time when the shadow of this giant doesn’t fall onto the city is at <st1:time minute="0" hour="12">noon</st1:time>, when there is no shadow. Though the castle is fortified, the city itself is surrounded by a large wall; twenty-five feet high and fifteen feet thick at the top. All the homes and busy people are protected by this wall from the outside world of bandits and rouges, since there are but two gates to enter the city. Scattered along the wall are guard posts that lift high over the wall and allow a grand view of the rooftops and the hills leading to the horizon. Immediately inside the gates are small military bases that one first must pass by before entering the city. The idea is that, in case of a siege or the need to mobilize, action can be taken quickly and the entire city can be defended with ease. It is rather clever as well, since soldiers can train close to home and while they train, monitor who enters and leaves Kameran.
As the story unfolds, many soldiers training for the coming battle. Young children and even the elderly are training. Few have armor, since that is reserved for the real soldiers in Kameran. Perhaps it would be best to look at the cause for training everyone in the city: several weeks ago, a scout noticed a growing darkness in the woods a good deal away. When he went to investigate, ravenous, dark-scaled monsters emerged from the mist, growling with hunger and drooling with delight. A war against demons is not something a kingdom wants to get involved in but Kameran had no choice; the demons made the first offensive. The city was struck in a sudden swarm, and though the threat was removed with force, the city was badly damaged with fires and many good men died. More forces are needed to take a solid stand, or even to strike by. Thus, the king of Kameran sent out a letter to all neighboring regions and small towns for help. Anyone, wether a soldier in another kingdom or a freelancer is wanted. Slowly, like a steady stream, mercenaries from across the land, and soldiers from neighboring kingdoms enter through the gates and begin receiving instructions for their part in this defense. It is organized chaos as everyone prepares, knowing that another attack could happen at any time. This is where we begin…
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“ Why ladies,” said the mage with a smile to a few beauties, “ of course I have unlimited abilities, I am a mage after all. Did I ever tell you about the time I used my enhanced genius to slay a dragon? ” All the young women surrounding Farius give a soft giggle while twirling his ponytail playfully. He replies with a suave smirk, “ It was a harsh battle, I had many a cut from the dragon’s claws. I was pinned,” Farius pauses, watching the ladies hold their breath, “But I kept saying to myself.. ‘Farius. You need to fight on. You have to, for love. To find true love, you must fight on and live. For love!’ And so, I gathered all my strength and pushed the dragon over,” panting, he pretends to lift a heavy load, “and there, I drew my blade and slit the dragon’s throat. I had many wounds, but knew that one day, I could live and find love.” He gives a quick glance to the girls to see if they are being charmed by his words, and indeed they were; all swooning and wanting the story to go on.
“But you know, I have all of this inspiration for love, but no one to share it with,” he sighs, “ If only some one, wanting infinite care and love, would be with me at my side.” The girls look at each other, now noticing that they are competition for each other. Farius smirks and continues his act, “ It is a lot to ask of you wonderful, wonderful ladies, but would one, or some, of you wish to experience everlasting love and adoration?”
It was a killer! Yes, the sly mage had them all eating out of his hands. He couldn’t help but proudly smile at his good-looks, wonderful charm, and magic abilities. But just as he was about to go in for the kill, a strong arm clutched his neck and dragged him down the street. In anguish, Farius looked up, only to be met by Darian’s, his mentor and teacher, stern, cold eyes.
“ Young mage,” he said softly, not turning to look at him, “ We do not have time for such… actions. We must prepare the incoming troops and outfit them properly, time is short and the defense of this city is top priority for both you and me!”
Darian, a knight for the king, is a courageous, self-sacrificing man. Everything he does is for the good of others and would gladly give his life for the cause of good. He is the perfect opposite to his traveling companion, Farius, who is self-centered, cowardly, lustful, and obnoxious.
Farius was about to argue with Darian about why he should be allowed to spend time with the girls, be he noticed a focus in the knight’s eyes, something the mage had never seen before. It was Darian’s homeland, Kameran.When one’s home is in danger, a pride rises and takes control. To lose home, would mean to lose everything.
“ We are to head out to the East gate and instruct the incoming troops,” he said while loosing the grip on Farius’s neck and handing him a large piece of paper, “ This is a list of all the men coming to join our ranks, I want you to check each one off as they arrive.”
“ We are getting only one person from the Bounty Hunter’s Guild?” said the mage rather surprised, “ And she sounds like a wimp; “Shenorai”? I bet she can’t even fight well. She probably won’t be much use for us.”
Darian eyed at Farius, “ She is one of the top mercenaries at the Guild, I’m sure she could kill you with ease if she wished,” he gave a chuckle, “ You had better be careful in case she finds out what you just said about her, young mage.”
Farius merely muttered as he dragged his feet to the gate. He didn’t even notice the crying families as young sons were separated to learn the ways of the blade, or the agonizing grunts as workers try to rebuild their shops that had burned to the ground. There was pain and suffering everywhere, fear in almost everyone’s eyes. Stray children wandered the streets, searching for anyone to take them in. Of course they found homes again, but it wasn’t their home. That is why they fight, so that they do not lose their common home: Kameran.
As the story unfolds, many soldiers training for the coming battle. Young children and even the elderly are training. Few have armor, since that is reserved for the real soldiers in Kameran. Perhaps it would be best to look at the cause for training everyone in the city: several weeks ago, a scout noticed a growing darkness in the woods a good deal away. When he went to investigate, ravenous, dark-scaled monsters emerged from the mist, growling with hunger and drooling with delight. A war against demons is not something a kingdom wants to get involved in but Kameran had no choice; the demons made the first offensive. The city was struck in a sudden swarm, and though the threat was removed with force, the city was badly damaged with fires and many good men died. More forces are needed to take a solid stand, or even to strike by. Thus, the king of Kameran sent out a letter to all neighboring regions and small towns for help. Anyone, wether a soldier in another kingdom or a freelancer is wanted. Slowly, like a steady stream, mercenaries from across the land, and soldiers from neighboring kingdoms enter through the gates and begin receiving instructions for their part in this defense. It is organized chaos as everyone prepares, knowing that another attack could happen at any time. This is where we begin…
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> </o>“ Why ladies,” said the mage with a smile to a few beauties, “ of course I have unlimited abilities, I am a mage after all. Did I ever tell you about the time I used my enhanced genius to slay a dragon? ” All the young women surrounding Farius give a soft giggle while twirling his ponytail playfully. He replies with a suave smirk, “ It was a harsh battle, I had many a cut from the dragon’s claws. I was pinned,” Farius pauses, watching the ladies hold their breath, “But I kept saying to myself.. ‘Farius. You need to fight on. You have to, for love. To find true love, you must fight on and live. For love!’ And so, I gathered all my strength and pushed the dragon over,” panting, he pretends to lift a heavy load, “and there, I drew my blade and slit the dragon’s throat. I had many wounds, but knew that one day, I could live and find love.” He gives a quick glance to the girls to see if they are being charmed by his words, and indeed they were; all swooning and wanting the story to go on.
“But you know, I have all of this inspiration for love, but no one to share it with,” he sighs, “ If only some one, wanting infinite care and love, would be with me at my side.” The girls look at each other, now noticing that they are competition for each other. Farius smirks and continues his act, “ It is a lot to ask of you wonderful, wonderful ladies, but would one, or some, of you wish to experience everlasting love and adoration?”
It was a killer! Yes, the sly mage had them all eating out of his hands. He couldn’t help but proudly smile at his good-looks, wonderful charm, and magic abilities. But just as he was about to go in for the kill, a strong arm clutched his neck and dragged him down the street. In anguish, Farius looked up, only to be met by Darian’s, his mentor and teacher, stern, cold eyes.
“ Young mage,” he said softly, not turning to look at him, “ We do not have time for such… actions. We must prepare the incoming troops and outfit them properly, time is short and the defense of this city is top priority for both you and me!”
Darian, a knight for the king, is a courageous, self-sacrificing man. Everything he does is for the good of others and would gladly give his life for the cause of good. He is the perfect opposite to his traveling companion, Farius, who is self-centered, cowardly, lustful, and obnoxious.
Farius was about to argue with Darian about why he should be allowed to spend time with the girls, be he noticed a focus in the knight’s eyes, something the mage had never seen before. It was Darian’s homeland, Kameran.When one’s home is in danger, a pride rises and takes control. To lose home, would mean to lose everything.
“ We are to head out to the East gate and instruct the incoming troops,” he said while loosing the grip on Farius’s neck and handing him a large piece of paper, “ This is a list of all the men coming to join our ranks, I want you to check each one off as they arrive.”
“ We are getting only one person from the Bounty Hunter’s Guild?” said the mage rather surprised, “ And she sounds like a wimp; “Shenorai”? I bet she can’t even fight well. She probably won’t be much use for us.”
Darian eyed at Farius, “ She is one of the top mercenaries at the Guild, I’m sure she could kill you with ease if she wished,” he gave a chuckle, “ You had better be careful in case she finds out what you just said about her, young mage.”
Farius merely muttered as he dragged his feet to the gate. He didn’t even notice the crying families as young sons were separated to learn the ways of the blade, or the agonizing grunts as workers try to rebuild their shops that had burned to the ground. There was pain and suffering everywhere, fear in almost everyone’s eyes. Stray children wandered the streets, searching for anyone to take them in. Of course they found homes again, but it wasn’t their home. That is why they fight, so that they do not lose their common home: Kameran.
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