《Death's End》Prologue - Blood and Fire
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THE BATTLE OF NOX RECOUNTED BY FRARTH, A TRAVELLING BARD
Soaking in the blood-red sun, Prince Nighvicto and his small band of retainers veered near to the northern side of the besieged castle, trapped in a long-drawn battle. Burning projectiles left trails of blood and fire. Spears and arrows littered the place, strewn with corpses.
There lies Nox, our home, so Prince Nighvicto said to his men. In their hearts, they knew the odds of confronting the army of Bliaton; odds that dwarfed the defenders three to one. Yet they galloped towards the aggressors, the cantering of hooves echoed like the sound of war drums in the distance.
Their vigor was reflected within that very banner which flew high and victorious atop a soldier's sculpted frame as they rode downhill, picking up speed.
But was that enough?
The Prince looked up at the banner to size up courage. Emblazoned across it was the undying sigil. Cusped between an intersection of twin swords was a full moon, contrasted starkly against a background of pure onyx.
The Nighvictorian warriors, for nigh eternal worshipped the moon, which they called the kush'tar spirit. It was said that the spirit was the smallest star in the night sky. It was never noticed, never admired, never respected. Frail in size it might be, but weak in resolve it was not. What was once the most inglorious thing absorbed, nay, devoured its neighbouring stars and grew mightier with every victory, every assimilation, every conquest. As the eons passed, it finally took the prominent throne of the heavens, asserting its proud dominance in the night sky as what common folks would eventually call the moon. Despite the birth of further stars to come, none could match the kush'tar spirit in its tenacity and hunger for sovereignty; and they stand, tiny and insignificant, in its eternal presence.
That was the Nighvictorian belief, an ancient legend passed down proudly from generation to generation of their lineage; that by extension, they were the descendants of the kush'tar spirit - the conqueror of conquerors.
The spirit lives in every single one of you, the King of Nox had said.
The Prince believed. It had served him well in his past ordeals.
And it would serve him well this time. The Prince held to that thought...desperately.
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Grasping the reins of his stallion tighter, he charged out across the verdant plains and into the now-ruined outer settlement of Nox with his most trusted lady-retainer seated behind him. Behind them still, his regiment of barely two hundred rode. The deep thump of war drums resounded, its resonance gaining clarity with every foot put behind them.
They approached Nox. Their homeland.
The clash of steel on steel became audible first, interspersed with cries of anguish and valor, of fear and the dying. Shouts of command and screams of pleading words lost their meaning behind a screen of bloodlust and warlike clangor that hung thick upon the air. Odours of old sweat, blood and smoke assailed the Prince's nose.
The smell of death.
He drew his blade, as a war horn sounded behind, its long deep bluster heralding the return of the Prince.
BUWooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"For Nox!" A knight called Kelios had howled, raising his sword in defiance as knights and soldiers all around followed suit with similar war cries.
A heartbeat later, the Noxarian Prince's returning force crashed into the rear of the invaders.
"Push for the gate!" Another knight boomed, as he cut down a Bliaton foot soldier aiming for his midriff.
The Prince felt the familiar presence behind him vanish and dispensed with a back look; she was more than capable of handling herself in battle. Among Nox's enemies, some called her Blood of the Valkyrie for her prowess, but none knew her real name. Ten metres beside him, a Noxarian knight sized up his immediate vicinity, his horse dead where it laid.
Pivoting his foot, he slammed his bastard sword against the helmeted head of a Bliaton pikeman, sending him reeling towards the ground. From the wall, the deep bluster of a responding warhorn sounded, but the Prince was hard of hearing as he dodged an arrow sailing for his right shoulder.
The fatal melody of war enveloped all.
"Crush the Nighvictorian scum!" A maceman hollered.
The Prince batted aside the soldier's weapon as it came and sunk his sword through, skewering the man's neck. Dying gurgles from the soldier still resounded, albeit weakly...his eyes emptied of all but the most maniacal passion to slaughter.
"Rip them..pulverise them..dissect...kill...."
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The Prince's eyes widened.
What....madness is this?
He must have thought.
A madness that the Prince could not fathom, even as he watched Nox's defenders give way, corpse by corpse, before the fanatical zeal of their invaders. Hell-spawn berserkers, they were.
Tireless, without pain, and cruel to the bone.
For every blow they received, they responded with greater blood lust.
For every man they fell, they finished with utter butchery.
Monsters, no less.
A defender tripped, having lost his footing from a nemesis's onslaught. In the blink of an eye, his gaping mouth was perforated by an enemy sword.
Lying amidst dying gurgles of blood, what the defender last saw was a blade. Repeatedly withdrawn, repeatedly impaled through his own neck. A world of pain, before the sweet blackness of death took him.
A horrifying spectacle, amongst many.
Try as they might to remain stoic, the Noxarian soldiers were capitulating. The sheer brutality of these monsters...it had tainted their hearts with fear.
Cursing under her breath, the one they called Blood of the Valkyrie sunk her gauntleted fist into an enemy knight's face. Despite the man's helmet visor, it did little to resist the raw impact of her gauntlet, propelled with prodigious strength. He was knocked out cold.
"There are too many of them - the thrice-damned savages," she muttered.
Deflecting a sword strike with her gauntlets, the lady's honed battle instincts came into play. She lept deftly behind her assailant, and with a swift twist of her hands, broke the man's neck.
Up on the wall that seperated Nox from the war-torn plains beyond, arrows flew down in volleys from the defenders. Siege ladders were propped up, only for some to be pushed down by the Noxarian sentinels, the invaders falling to their deaths on the corpse-strewn grounds below. Yet many more were already fighting the beleaguered defenders on the outer wall parapets, having scaled up or made their ways through secret passages.
The Prince knew that his retainers could not last much longer. They had to reconvene with the defenders within the city, but how could they? The main gate could not open for them to enter, not without giving a free pass to the invaders.
His charge was foolhardy, was it not?
The Prince's mind buzzed incessantly; anger and grief surging beneath a fierce tirade of thoughts.
How in seven hells did it come to this?
Oh, the Nighvictorian Prince knew nothing, nothing at all.
He gritted his teeth in frustration, as he and his regiment fought their way closer to the gate. It must be connected, somehow.
An orchestration. A sinister ploy to fell Nox.
But...to what end?
The gates of Nox flew open, as a sudden cantering of hooves was heard.
A gruff and forceful roar boomed over the discord of colliding weapons and traumatic screams. It was one which froze some Bliatoners in their tracks.
From the gates, a hulking man in plate armour entered the battlefield atop a handsome grey stallion of unusual proportions. He sported salt-and-pepper hair and eyes as sharp as a preying eagle. His presence alone seemed to revitalise many of the worn-out soldiers who defended Nox on the battlefield.
But none saw that the man, who went by the name Lord-Commander Michas, was battle-weary and wounded.
Behind the commander, a small regiment of elite knights and soldiers followed, cutting a swath through to reunite with the Prince and his forces. They were the last of the defenders' very best.
Michas's weather worn face looked grimer as he regarded the younger man before him.
"You must get away. The southern gate had been overrun. Many of our people had fled. And the king is dead." That was all Michas said, who was there to reopen an escape route for the Prince. It would be his final stand.
In that short exchange, the Prince knew. He came too late. The fate of his homeland had been sealed, along with those of his father and Michas. From the expedition back home to the brave charge, it was all...for naught.
Their veteran commander Michas still perished; the prince, his lady-retainer and state magician Lyvia went missing ever since.
The scar-faced Frath paused at this point, his bulbous eyes surveying the enthralled audience staring at him.
"This is the End of Nox, the beginning of a new era for Western Elaria."
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UNRANKED: A Portal Break Xianxia
Just over five years ago, humanity began to Awaken to strange new powers. Right before I was sucked out of the world.While I was gone, the gates opened, swallowing cities and pouring monsters into the land like fountains of death. Awakened humans rushed to match them.In the five years that passed, my body stuck in a coma, the power balance of humanity shifted entirely. Awakened live as kings and queens, free from the rule of law. I did not Awaken, nor gain their power. But in my time in another world, I gained knowledge of another power.I alone cultivate.But I don't intend to be alone for long.
8 259Tale of Family - Book 1 - WIP
The world is peaceful in 2063. Fusion reactor and Diamon battery had taken care of the energetical problem. Countries were stable. Automation was everywhere. Life wasn't hard anymore, at least not in the United States of Europe. Summer break is about to start and, finally, Zoe will turn 18 and be able to play the game, Binding Fate. A simple video game, a vrmmo, but what swam under its surface wasn't simple. Power, fame and money were but the tip of the iceberg... State: Hiatus because I've an idea for another story. Quick F.A.Q. : - Yuri/female homosexual relation? Yes.- Yaoi/male homosexual relation? Maybe.- Explicit Sexual Content? Maybe.- Full Fledged Tragedy? No. Never, ever ever.- Body Modification/Body Horror? Yes. (Note: what one person think is body horror can be acceptable for someone else. If you want to see to what length I can go, read a bit of The Other Labyrinth. However, I won't go as high as quickly in the body mod/horror, so relax.- Gore? Hell yeah! I love gore! spraying blood and viscera etc...- Torture? Hurgh... maybe? Idk. Not at the start at the very least.- Memory loss/erasing? No, or at least not permanently. I basically hate this trope because it's like taking out all the character grow from a character, destroying everything that makes them what and who they are. so no.- Overpowered protagonist? You will see mufufu...- Will characters stay relevant seeing how numerous they are? YES, MOTHERFUCKING YES, I hate when characters relevance decay over time for no good reasons ^^'- Plot Armor? First of all, a definition: "Sometimes referred to as "Script Immunity" or a "Character Shield", Plot Armor is when a main character's life and health are safeguarded by the fact that he's the one person who can't be removed from the story. Therefore, whenever Bob is in a situation where he could be killed (or at the least very seriously injured), he comes out unharmed with no logical, in-universe explanation." (courtesy of https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PlotArmor I love you guys ^^) So now that this is said, do my characters have plot armour? No, because I always have an in-universe explanation, even if you don't know it yet ^^ Something is illogical or don't make sense? Read more, the answer is surely in the story ^u^- Balanced system? If you want to crush numbers and have a perfect equation balancing all the system, that's not the story for you. The system is more like a living being, and the rewards aren't forcibly tied to the level of the player. In fact, the system is purposely unbalanced ^^' Author's note: My goal here is to write a slow-paced story revolving around the bonds linking the characters, be them family, friends or lovers. Fight will be part of it, but I intend to build an actual interesting world before making truly large-scale battle happen, because the bigger a battle is, the larger its causes and effects are. I also aim at telling a story about how the characters actually help each other becoming stronger, more stable and happier. I particularly despise the lone MC type that becomes so powerful that every other character of the current setting become irrelevant beside being hostage targets, so this will not happen. I also like crafting, arrays, blacksmithing etc... so there may be crafting. Another thing I like is management game like sim-city or the like, so this while also appears, keeping in mind that I like MC's that make people around them stronger... For the tropers around here, a list of tropes that I like to use (note that I may not use all of them ^^) (this list will be updated as I dive deeper and deeper into our dear trope wiki.)- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BodyHorror- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SealedGoodInACan- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreNotAlone- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ZombieAdvocate (In particular since I see a lot of things that aren't human as worthy to live and to live with)- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EvenEvilHasLovedOnes- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EvenEvilHasStandards- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeelFaceTurn- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CorruptTheCutie (Note: being corrupted don't mean you're a villain, only different than before.)- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DefectingForLove (Of course.)- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/VillainousRescue- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/InterspeciesAdoption (For the same reasons as zombie advocate, since I love family stuff)- https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenBird (to go with corrupt the cutie if it's a girl)Cover: "The Bard" by John Martin, 1817.
8 153Real
There were rumors circling around. Some people are acquiring and exhibiting some kind of "supernatural abilities". Most of them tried to hide. But, some of these people still got caught in some cameras, making it viral on the internet. But people thought of these as hoax or fake. That's until someone step up and proclaim he is one of the 'specials'. And he called himself, a cultivator. Since then, the cultivators became famous celebrities, anyone wanted to become like them. A year after the so called cultivators became a norm. A voice spoke to every living person on the planet. Announcing the return of the real and the strongest cultivators. The people who survived fighting different monsters and beast from different dimensions. They are the real cultivators. Among these returnees, there are seventy-two people who stood at the apex of the world. And among these people, there are seven who was known as "Supremes". On top of a city, the space in the sky was ripped and a passage like hole appeared. Then, a man in his mid-twenties fell and landed on top of a building. Overlooking the modern place that he didnt see for more than a decade, he smiled and breathed a sigh. Behind him, people started appearing and slowly stood behind him. He is the most hated, the most savage, and the most strongest cultivator among the "Supremes". The leader of the the strongest clan in the planet. And he's back to protect this planet he once called "home".
8 233Traversing Worlds | Making Worlds Anew
Protagonist Chen Ryu is a normal high school student, but a little more mature than his peers. However, he sadly meets an unfortunate accident on his way home after school and gets killed. He then wakes up in a world of white. Apparently he got killed by God, who refuses to apologize. As a form of atonement, he is given the chance to reincarnate in another world with special gifts, which he happy accepts. However, the careless God hurrying things along, cutting corners and skips much of the explanations. Mid way through the transferring, the God blurts out that the world he is being sent to is a chaotic mess, has other worlds, demons and shit and asks him not to die too soon. Before Ryu has a word in, the transfer is done and he is on his way to the other world. Ryu who is shocked, turn furious as he solemnly swears - "You shameless Ossan, I will make you pay for this!" Follow Ryu on quest to make sense, enjoy life and fulfill his heart s desire - revenge against the careless god. * Irregular Updates. ** Nonsenical Settings. *** Lots of misunderstandings & broken common sense. **** BL vibes included. No explicit content. ***** MC has a chasity belt for a logn time. ****** Blood, Gore, Torture (psychological and Physical) involved.
8 193Inner Steel
Orphaned Teenage girl lives two lives on habitat 3091, one of hundreds of thousands of habitats that consistitute Dyson Sphere Alpha. One life is in accordance with Magnusson's rule. Magnusson has lead the human race for the last 10,000 years in the contruction of the dyson sphere, but it is almost completed now. The other life Emma Miner lives, is one where she harbors a rebellion fugative. He's her only hope of escaping the habitat and fleeing to the rebellion, or what remains of it. But when she is discovered and taken prisoner, she discovers something else. Someone else lives in her brain. And that someone else is a devil.
8 171You asked for it, don't blame me! Volume No. 3 of the zaniest HxH headcanons ON EARTH! Trigger warning: Do not enter if you have zero sense of humor! ♥️♣️♦️♠️
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