《The Dragon Mage Saga: A portal fantasy LitRPG》Dragon Mage 002 - There is more than one
Advertisement
03 May
We shall rule Overworld. If not today, then tomorrow. This, I promise you. —Duskar Silverbane.
As it turned out, Duskar was not the only alien the world got to see that night. Following closely on the heels of his speech another—more palatable one—was given from the gates of shimmering green.
“People of Earth, most of you have no doubt already heard the words of the tyrant, Duskar,” said the woman on the screen.
Mum and I were glued to the television again. Like Duskar before her, the woman’s skin was tinged green. Yet her other features couldn’t have been more different. Her ears peaked to a point, her face was thin and sharp, and her eyes were wide and round.
Unsurprisingly, given the woman’s looks, she identified herself as an elf. As the elven queen: Ionia, ‘leader of the free elven people of Overworld,’ to be exact.
“While Duskar spoke true,” Ionia said, her lips thinned and green eyes sparkling with fury, “the wretch has not given you all the truth. Your world is being forcibly consumed at the behest of Duskar. The tyrant has initiated the process without your consent. A most heinous crime, but regrettably one that cannot be reversed.”
The elven queen bowed her head and her flowing green locks shielded her gaze, but not before revealing eyes heavy with sorrow.
I frowned. The gesture seemed deliberate, and a tad too artful to be natural. Just how practiced was Ionia’s speech?
A moment later, the elven queen lifted her head and continued, “It is the practice of the Elven Protectorate to only voluntarily subsume new worlds. However, now that Duskar has begun the process, it cannot be stopped. The best I can offer you is the opportunity to join our cause and escape a lifetime of slavery under the orcs.
“Many of you must be wondering about Overworld. I will tell you what I can.” Ionia paused, seemingly to gather her thoughts. “Overworld is an ever-shifting land created by the long-vanished Elders in a dimension removed from your own. Just as you are being assimilated now, many millennia ago the orcish and elven people were also brought to this world.
“Even after centuries, we can only guess at the Trials’ ultimate purpose, but one thing is certain: the Trials have fashioned Overworld into a test, one whose objective is to evolve its inhabitants into stronger images of themselves. Why, however, remains a mystery.
“Know that if you enter the Trials, you will be journeying into a world of conflict, a world where you will be constantly challenged. Overworld is a harsh land. Survival there will be difficult if not impossible on your own. Know, too, that if you choose to accept our aid, my people and I will be there to help you every step of the way.” Ionia’s lips widened into a benevolent smile, entreating us with both her beauty and words.
Advertisement
Again, there seemed to be something off about the elven queen’s mannerisms. She is trying too hard, I thought. My suspicions hardened.
More and more, I was certain Ionia’s speech was staged to appeal to a trapped and confused populous. To my cynical eye, at least. So, was Ionia truly as altruistic as she appeared, or did the elves have less noble motives for coming to humanity’s aid?
I knew what my money was on.
“As new entrants into Overworld, your species will not be entirely without protection,” the elven queen continued. “The Trials has granted humanity its own territory. This land, the newly created Human Dominion, will be seeded with wildlife and monsters from all over Overworld and its multitude of subsumed worlds. The Human Dominion will be shielded for exactly one Overworld year, during which time it will be protected from invasion by the other races.”
Ionia raised a cautionary finger. “But do not think this means you are safe. The monsters and beasts in humanity’s territory are dangerous enough. You will likely find your fledging outposts and camps overrun time and again. And that is not all. Duskar, as the initiator of your world’s assimilation, is considered mankind’s Patron.”
The elven queen all but spat out the last words. She took a calming breath before continuing. “The Trials permit Duskar alone to send troops into the wilds of your Dominion, both to protect and police humanity. Do not despair though. The elves have won the honour of serving as one of humanity’s Sponsors. While this does not grant us the same rights as Duskar, the Trials allow us to create cities within your Dominion to shelter humanity from both its Patron and the dangers of Overworld.”
Ionia directed her gaze into the cameras, seeming to stare into my—and every other watching human’s—eyes. “I implore you to enter Overworld through one of the elven gates. If you do, you will find yourself within one of our sponsored cities. I promise no pledges of loyalty will be demanded from you. My people will do everything to help you. We will provide you with shelter, in return for a fair exchange of goods and resources. Goodbye, and fare thee well, humans.”
✽✽✽
The elven queen’s speech caused as much consternation as Duskar’s had. Every major media and news outlet spent countless hours playing over her words and dissecting the meaning beneath.
But more than the words themselves, experts mulled over the minor miracle that throughout the world, everyone who heard the orcish and elven leaders, understood them—even those who spoke no English.
It turned out that the initial reports had been wrong: the overworlders’ speech was not English. Nor was it Russian, or Chinese, or any other known human language, yet amazingly each person who had heard the overworlders understood their every word. It was a marvel that had human scientists flummoxed, and had the craziest claiming it to be magic.
Advertisement
The internet, too, was rife with speculation. A new and ‘fresh’ article, blogpost, and forum post appeared every minute, each fixated with the orcish and elven leaders’ speech and mannerisms.
But, there was a third speech, too. One that went largely unnoticed by the media, and that unbeknownst to me was already causing a stir among a very select group of individuals.
My phone rang insistently. I glanced down.
It was Eric. He had called three times already. Engrossed in the broadcast of the elven queen’s speech and its aftermath, I had somehow missed my phone’s ringing.
“Hi, Eric,” I said. “You watching this? First orcs, now elves. What is the world coming to?”
Eric chuckled. “You haven’t seen anything yet, man.”
About to launch into my own analysis of Ionia’s speech, I paused. “What do you mean?”
“Have you listened to the gnomes yet?”
“Gnomes? You pulling my leg?” But I already knew he wasn’t. If there were elves and orcs, why not gnomes?
“Nah, man, I’m not,” Eric said. “The gnomish leader was the one who gave the third speech. I take it you haven’t heard it yet then?”
“No,” I replied. “The news channel didn’t seem to have any footage of that speech for some reason. I’d been meaning to find a recording on the web, but got side-tracked watching the ‘experts’ dissect the other speeches.”
“Well, you gotta watch it,” Eric said.
“Which gates are the gnomes?” I asked. The colours of the artefacts, we had learned, marked the controlling species. Duskar’s speech had been broadcast from the red gates, and Ionia’s from every green structure.
“The blue ones,” Eric replied.
“Ah,” I breathed. The blue artefacts were the least populous and explained why footage of the gnomish leader’s speech was scarce. It was likely that none of the news channels had been in position to catch the speech.
It did leave me wondering about the orange and black gates though. No speeches had been given from them yet. Which species control those gates?
I shrugged, dismissing the errant thought. We would find out soon enough, I suspected. “So what did the gnomes talk about?” I asked Eric. “Something different?”
My friend chuckled again. “You could say that,” he said before being consumed by a bout of laughter that left me scowling. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it.
Eric was my best friend, but sometimes I wanted to strangle him. “Come on Eric, don’t leave me hanging. What did you hear?”
Eric’s laughter faded to sputters. “The gnomes,” he finally gasped, “claim to be the first Overworld species to have discovered Earth. They claim that for the last few centuries, they have been preparing humanity for voluntary assimilation. They claim to have injected their own stories into human histories—can you believe that? The gnomish leader seemed quite upset with the orcs. He went to great lengths to accuse them of stealing the gnomes’ Patron rights before Earth’s assimilation could be completed.”
“Alright,” I said somewhat perplexed. “That’s mildly interesting, I admit, but still not worthy of much attention, especially considering everything else that has happened.”
“Oh, I haven’t gotten to the best part yet. Do you want to guess how else the gnomes have been readying humanity for Overworld? In the last few years, at least?”
“No, Eric, I don’t want to guess,” I growled. “Just spit it out.”
“You’re no fun, man,” Eric lamented.
“Eric—”
Knowing me too well, my friend headed off my impending explosion before it began. “Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. The gnomes haven’t just altered our myths and legends, they have also influenced our gaming culture—or so they claim.”
“What?” I asked, momentary anger forgotten.
Eric chuckled as he sensed my confusion. “You heard me right, buddy. According to the gnomes, they have guided the direction of video game development on Earth to provide humanity with a basic understanding of the Trials’ principles before we entered Overworld. And that still isn’t the best part.”
“Oh?” I asked, struggling to hold on to my patience. Eric had a flair for the dramatic that could be annoying at times. I knew he was purposely dragging out the mystery for as long as he could. I hurried over to my laptop and began typing in search words.
“You betcha!” he exclaimed. “They’ve uploaded what they’re calling the Trials Infopedia onto the web. I swear you are going to fall off your chair when you see—”
I put the phone down as the search results appeared. Maybe that’ll teach him, I thought with a chuckle of my own.
I didn’t hold out much hope, though. Eric was probably even now laughing at my reaction. The oddest things amused him. Banishing my friend from my thoughts, I turned my attention to the webpage containing the gnomes’ purported data on the Trials.
Scrolling through the information, one thought kept occurring to me over and over again. “It’s a game,” I whispered breathlessly. “Overworld is a goddamn game.”
Advertisement
Yin Yang Saint of Athena
Balance. Yin. Yang. Light. Darkness. Good. Evil. Only by maintaining balance can one attain the pinnacle of power! Join Kuro as he journeys the world to become strong and enact his vengeance. Together with the other world heroes, Kuro gets entangled with the forces of Light and Darkness in his journey to become the Yin Yang Saint of Athena. Vampires vs. Vampire Hunters. Saints vs. the forces of Hades. Heroes vs. Demons and Demon Kings. In this mixed world of Saint Seiya, Saint Seiya Omega, Saint Seiya The Lost Canvass, Saint Seiya the Next Dimension, Castlevania Aria of Sorrow (AOS) and Dawn of Sorrow (DOS), Castlevania: Symphony of the Night, Castlevania: Curse of Darkness, Castlevania: Rondo of Blood and Dragon Quest Dai no Daiboken (Great Adventures of Dai), Heroes and Villains, Saints, Gods, Goddesses, Demons, Heroes and Demon Kings are all involved in a struggle for survival and supremacy.
8 253I Have A Dagger
Bored, I browsed my spam folder. I clicked on some interesting spam, summoning me to another world. All I have is this dagger: [Dagger] Broad leaf blade made by a dwarf blacksmith while drinking. Hilt slapped on by an elf high on shrooms. The handle is pleasantly smooth, which makes for a terrible gripping experience. Upgradeable, if you upgrade it. Has a chance of killing something if you stab said something in the right place. Fully editable Google Doc for the whole story.
8 81Geist
Once an abandoned orphan living in the slums, John Smith was conscripted by powers that be as one of countless recruits supporting Humanity relentless expansion into the stars and beyond. However, series of unexplained catastrophes pushed Humanity to the brink of extinction. Being a (un)lucky recruit, John Smith was thus thrusted into the very forefront of secret wars across space and time. How would John Smith survive the onslaught? Greetings! This is another story I intend to continue albeit at irregular update schedule although it is planned to release at least one chapter per week. Chapter length varies from 2K to 3K words per elapsed day and will contain grammar mistakes. Please understand that there will be mistakes. Original image credited to geralt (pixabay.com) and subsequently modified.
8 195The Beginning - Breath of War
The Beginning: Breath of War tells the story of young man wandering through a ravaged post-apocalyptic world in search of his younger brother. Faced with brutality, death and pain from both humans and the fantasy creatures that have invaded his world, he changes. Togran Ka an Orc Warlord and conqueror of many lands finds himself embroiled in ancient rivalries and blood feuds. His attempts to reunify the Orc clans and adapt to the humans use of technology causes much division and unrest among the clans. But his greatest fear is that the Orcs will lose their ways and become just like the humans they hunt into extinction. Cora a spirited ranger with skills in stealth and ambush heads out with her squadron to protect her settlement. Only to learn of an even greater threat to her home...
8 237Whistleblower ✓
A journalism major gets tangled up with the beloved quarterback of her university's football team when she uncovers a scandal involving his coach.*****(Currently free to read, will be published by Wattpad Books in 2021!)Laurel Cates is a people-watcher. She's determined to get through college without stepping on any toes or causing a scene, and so far, it's going pretty well. But when Laurel uncovers a scandal involving the head coach of Garland University's beloved football team, she knows she has to do the right thing.Even if her classmates don't believe her.Even if her boss tries to fire her from the side job she desperately needs.Even if the heart-of-gold quarterback, Bodie St. James, seems hell-bent on hating her for writing the article that got Coach Vaughn put under criminal investigation (a feat which proves difficult when Laurel and Bodie wind up in the same group for a class project in BIO 108: Human Sexuality).(#9 NewAdult, #3 TeenFiction. The Fiction Awards nominee for Best Romance, Best Diverse, and Best Overall. Reader's Choice Award finalist.)© 2020 Kate Marchant
8 198Inner Mechanisms- Maki Zenin x Reader
Going into your sophmore year of college, you pick up a job as a mechanic at a small warehouse in Tokyo. Little did you know you would be thrown into the world of underground street racing and meet Maki Zenin, an ex member of the notorious Zenin gang. _________Inspired by the amazing fan art in the cover by @huangdanlan on twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/huangdanlan/status/1362355607731277826It just gave me street racer vibes.
8 211