000AF47AE603C6B7_## = Ilumia

0012D76D84CB119F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach

<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
001CBC9CC73C4380_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
00224F5365BA10C3_## = Has there not been enough blood spilled?
00322E64B9CD201C_## = The first encounter with Dirak? It was a memory that D'Arcy
would rather forget.\n\nIt was a sunny autumn day. D'Arcy was busy researching
magic at his dorm until he was disrupted by a sudden ruckus at the courtyard.
D'Arcy was annoyed. He blinked to his front courtyard, only to find his students
lying on the floor, asking for help. A golden-haired youngster was standing in
front of them. His extremely dense eyebrows somehow annoyed D'Arcy.\n\nThe young
man spoke out loudly, "So, you must be the so-called genius mage, right?"\n\nD'Arcy
sized up the young man who resembled a lion. His instinct had warned him that he
should not mess with this one.\n\n"Perhaps, how can I help you?"\n\nYoung Dirak
showed a big smile, his pristine teeth dazzling under the sunlight.\n\n"Nothing
much, I'm here to challenge you to a duel." Just as he finished talking, a huge
golden magical ball was charging toward D'Arcy. That was how simple the young man's
ideas were, and his exaggerated expression suited him.\n\nThe battle was fierce. It
was difficult to distinguish the two until Sephera suddenly came out from her room.
The pretty young lady with messy hair was stretching. She was planning to talk to
D'Arcy about her new magic discovery, but dozed off instead.\n\n"What's with all
the havoc, D'Arcy?!" \n\nDirak patted D'Arcy's shoulder, and burst into laughter,
saying, "Nothing much, just a test of ability!"\n\n"Looks like you made a new
friend yourself," Sephera curiously opened her eyes wide.\n\nJust as D'Arcy was
squirming for escape, extreme heat could be felt on his shoulder. He looked up, and
Dirak was looking at Sephera with enthusiasm.\n\n"Greetings, I'm Dirak, a
prodigious mage from Salz, and well-versed in every aspect of magic. May I add, my
dimensional magic can certainly match that of D'Arcy."\n\n"That idiot," D'Arcy was
cursing deep inside.\n\n-THE END-
00531D91C9C9587C_## = The 212 Warrior
005FE9EEC951D28E_## = The Conjurer
00941C2B82FB6C41_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
009B248655A8C009_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
00AF49F227302BD3_## = Evolve
00C09756DC392C2B_## = Veera
00C7CC612D1EF4A4_## = As a ninja of Mist Island, Hayate was subject to a rigorous
daily training regimen, design to transform flesh and bone into deadly weapon.
Sparring with one's peers was an important part of this training.\n\nThe Training
Grounds.\n"I'm ready," said Airi, her hand on the hilt of her katana. Hayate was
ready on the other side, holding eight kunai between his fingers. A flick of his
wrist, and the fight had begun.Hayate's kunai tore through the air, flying towards
Airi, but Hayate himself was even faster. Close combat was Airi's forte, but Hayate
seems intent on engaging her directly, despite his lighter equipment.\nA mistake?
Or simple confidence?\nShuriken rained down on Airi, but she was well-versed in the
shadowy arts herself, and such attacks are little more than an annoyance. Not only
did she dodge the attack, she also closed the distance with Hayate.\nAiri focused
the power of dragon on her blade. Her training focused on maximum power of a single
stroke. One hit was all she would need to fell her foe, the most talented ninja of
her generation. She just needed to find the right timing..."Not so fast," sneered
Hayate. Airi saw his hands move, and suddenly the world grew dark - in an instant,
Hayate had filled the sky with kunai, blacking out the sun.\nWalking with the
shadows, Airi tried to find the path of least resistance towards Hayate. But she
found neither gap nor weakness in Hayate's defenses.\nThis was beyond her ability
to dodge; she must endure the attack. Hayate was faster, more skilled in ninjutsu.
Airi's only chance for victory lay in the power of her katana, and a few injuries
were a small price to pay if she could close the distance enough to unleash the
decisive blow.\nThe blood mark on her arm glowed, and she bit down and prepared to
strike. Let Hayate's Kunai Blitz rain down; all she needed was enough strength and
mobility to pull out her sword."Ryuu -"\nThe power of the ancient dragon was
apparent, even though Airi's training was yet incomplete. But her katana never
fully left the sheath.\nA dark kunai stopped in front of her forehead, a hair's
distance from her skin.\nHayate's Kunai Blitz had darkened the skies and blocked
Airi's vision. She did not notice Hayate adjusting the distance between them as she
charged forward - not to keep the distance, but to close it. Close enough that her
long blade could no longer strike him. Hayate had saw through her every move, every
thought.\n"So close, yet so far away..."
00D746BB952F76D0_## = Yena
00E4CACBDF3933DE_## = Qi's responsibility of rebuilding her dojo's fame is a heavy
one, but she has not let it weigh her down. She set out to challenge Lu Bu and make
a name for herself, though her wish has yet to be fulfilled...
00FFC1F8E6690966_## = Marja Biography
011D517DFEFE22F7_## = Once, Veres was given an order to kidnap Capheny who ran away
from home. A turn of events caused Veres to be fond of this innocent young lady.
She was anticipating their next encounter.
0128CE64B22C0CFF_## = I smell murder, I smell blood.\nLet the world be red, let it
swim in death.
012B58798D8C5E66_## = The Crystal Lotus
017BA065523C4972_## = Wisp
018650C11E243FAC_## = 05 May
018FBDE7F7B8F210_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
01AF062D62193F0C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
01B89C850F6EF89E_## = Was it you who woke me from the night?\nIs it you who will
guide my path?\nYour are the light of dawn,\nwhich breaks through the dark clouds.
01B96DAAFBBCC85E_## = Shifting Tide
01B99BB89FDDF839_## = Siege
01EA3C59BD88A3BD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
020F0CF26B8A155A_## = "Don't let the world change your smile. Let your smile change
the world."\n\nPeople often forget that Rourke, the perpetually bright and cheery
Captain was once a dauntless warrior, until they see the scars on his arm. But what
a warrior he was—this brave archer hailing from the Casanova Fort took part in
hundreds of battles, including the infamous Battle of Bashkir. If you put all the
war records containing his name in a stack, it would be taller than Rourke
himself.\n\nThe world was not kind to Rourke: every single one of his family
members died one-by-one to war and famine, and his beloved brother-in-arms fell in
the Battle of Bashkir, hand still clutching his longsword that had slain many an
opponent as he drew his last breath.\n\nAfter that, Rourke lost his right arm
protecting the Humans when a curse conjured from an enemy worked its way up his
arm, forcing him to chop it off before it could kill him. "But hey, we won, right?"
Rourke pointed out. The lookers-on sighed in relief. They were worried that their
sunshine warrior would break down in grief, but it turned out he remained as
optimistic as ever.\n\nIn accord to the laws set by Astrid, the Duchess of Rose,
Rourke was granted a sprawling manor after his return from war, meaning that he
would live in luxury for the rest of his life without ever having to worry about
working again. But that did not sit well with Rourke, who grew restless without a
purpose in life.\n\nThus, Rourke anonymously gifted the manor to the surviving
relatives of one of his battle companions, and set off for the Federation of the
Free, carrying a recommendation letter from the Duchess, and landed the job of
Captain in a foreign town near the borders.\n\nTo thank him for taking the
position, the craftsmen of the Federation manufactured a mechanical crossbow to be
fitted where Rourke's lost arm had once been, enabling him to fight like he had
before. "This is my new home. I've bid farewell to my past, and found my new life,"
Rourke stated. He loved his new place, as anyone who hears his hearty guffaws would
be able to tell you.\n\nThe townsmen adored the new Captain as well—he was not
stuck-up like other officials, and was instead a constant source of happiness
wherever he went. He was, however, a warrior tried and true when performing his
duties. After all, you can't keep order in your territory just by being happy, can
you?\n\nWith the relationship between the Federation of the Free and the Verno
Woods gradually improving and the promotion of the Chamber of Commerce, a "market
road" was established, meandering right through Rourke's little town. The blooming
business brought prosperity and crowds, and with them came trouble as well.\n\n"You
can fight all you like outside, but this is my town, my rules!" As complications
arose, Rourke decided to show the outsiders that he was no easy target. He had only
one clear goal: to protect the town and the rights of its citizens, and ensure that
all business affairs conducted in his town were legal and above-board.\n\nHis
efforts paid off. None who entered the town dared participate in criminal
activities, for fear that the righteous Captain would smite them with one blow.
Order was maintained in the town, and Rourke was respected by all.\n\n"You wanna
use violence to get rid of problems? I'll use violence to get rid of YOU!"
02216494E163A8ED_## = Resurrected
023DA754DEFE423A_## = Capheny
0244AE96505DCD3A_## = The rapid growth and development of human civilization has
surprised and alarmed Ilumia. She carefully manages Veda's relationship with Thane,
keeping the humans under her thumb, while avoiding driving them towards Lokheim.
024D7B418A3660C1_## = Veera built these undercities in the shallow reaches of the
Abyss, modelling them after human castles to house the Corrupted. Here the
Corrupted become acclimated to the dark energy, and they are able to quickly join
the battle in the world above.
026748E2299E40C6_## = A guild of craftsman with a proud history.
0268880E7D4E45D8_## = Organization of demon hunters under the Federation.
027D43785023F457_## = Florentino
028D25127C10CD59_## = Errol Biography
02A50E9B44CDF372_## = As the only maiden under Edras to surpass Volkath in the
History of Magic exam, Kahlii benefited from:
02A5F1D008FB8F24_## = 1 Feb
02C1BA5E5FFE9182_## = Max
02E42689A8F9FBF0_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
02F302FFFBA4EDD6_## = Epilogue
02FED16DFDC76AB1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
031D8CBAC1C2CC98_## = The Crusher
0362C0C4C67F9C86_## = Nemesis of Light
03630244EBD99F7A_## = Chaugnar Biography
0367DA27AB3B2626_## = Rally
0380465434F28197_## = The massive creature rolls over, and Liliana dodges it. Then
she realized it probably would not have harmed her, the little orb of light that
she was. She circled the strange creature before her, and began to ponder.\nShe had
traveled the world and seen much, from the earliest chaos to the appearance of more
and more fantastic and wonderful creatures that came in a variety of forms,
creatures that were truly of this world, unlike proto-creatures like Liliana.\nThe
sleeping creature before her, however, was more remarkable than any that she had
seen. It had a wonderful, luscious white fur, with nine tails swaying gently behind
it like leaves in the wind.\nLilian was fascinated, and she began to travel with
the Nine-Tails that dwelled in the ancient kingdom of dragons.Together they
traveled for many years. The Nine-Tails always seemed to lost in thought - or
simply daydreaming. Liliana could not tell. What she could tell was that it taught
her many things, how the world worked, and the languages of its people. It told her
its name, Kyubi, though names were not important, it said.\nThe Nine-Tails and a
little orb of light crossed mountains and rivers, hills and plains, until they saw
the sea. It was an azure carpet that stretched as far as the eye could see, adorned
by little specks of white that were gulls dancing across the horizon where sea and
sky became one.\nAnd Liliana was in wonder and awe of it all. The world was vast,
marvelous, its mysterious infinite.\nKyubi told her that if her desire was strong
enough, she too could be accepted by the primal powers and become a part of the
world. And she wanted to feel the world, bathe in the sun, touch the ocean.\nKyubi
and Liliana spent the afternoon on the beach. Slowly, Liliana felt her paws grow,
then eyes, then nine furry little tails. She had become a little Nine-Tail, just
like Kyubi, if only a tenth of the size.\nAnd she reached out to the sea, and put
her newfound paws to it. It was cool, refreshing on a warm sunny day.Now that
Liliana had found her physical form, Kyubi told her that she needed to learn how to
protect herself, and harness her natural powers. So it took Liliana to Veda to
study with the demi-gods. Alongside Liliana Ilumia studied with Archmage Edras, and
watched the strange two-legged creatures with curiosity and wonder. When she was
not studying she observed them intently, until one day she was ready and took a
deep breath...\nPoof. Liliana had transformed into a young girl, the same two-
legged form as her fellows in the temple. She ran to Kyubi to show off her new
form, and Kyubi said, "Make the waist a little thinner."In the First Abyss War gave
Liliana a chance to test her powers. Changing her form at will, she moved with
swiftness and agility on the battlefield, cutting through the enemy ranks at will.
But Volkath's legions were fierce and the battles were terrible, and even Archmage
Edras was killed in battle.\nWhen the dust settled Liliana found Kyubi, wounded and
at death's door. Death comes to all, even the primal creatures.\nLiliana put
herself over Kyubi and cried, begging her only friend to stay. But Kyubi
said,\n"Let me go, Liliana. I'm tired, and I want to sleep." For it had lived many
centuries, so long that living had become tiresome. "Farewell, Liliana."\nThen
Kyubi closed its eyes one last time, and its body turned into little lights like
fireflies at night, slowly fading away.Liliana was alone. And while she learned to
take the forms of many different races, her favorite one remained her first, that
of the Nine-Tails. She would go to sleep wrapping her in her own furry tails,
dreaming of that quiet afternoon when she sat with Kyubi on the beach, the sea wind
brushing against her face, watching quietly the rise and fall of the waves.\n\n-
The End -\n\n
0386BF1DB7F9C4DC_## = Annette encountered Sephera at the Magic Academy's library. A
few pointers from Sephera solved the questions that had troubled Annette for many
years, and Annette resolved to make Sephera her role model.
039B54248F50F0E0_## = Max
03B82930DCFAF7B1_## = Storm Valley lies not far from the Great Wall, a stormy and
harsh place inhabited only by the toughest creatures. Rarely does anyone have a
reason to visit this god-forsaken place.Today, however, two visitors found a
reason."Are you sure it's nearby?" Zephys asked."Yes. It's getting stronger and
stronger. We're not far from our target." Hayate did not look back, continuing
forward at his own pace.Zephys shrugged and said no more. A few steps were not too
much trouble if it meant finding the other half of Volkath's soul.Volkath had left
a piece of his soul in Marja, which was meant to protect her from harm. But the
piece of soul was awakened when Marja met Hayate, giving Volkath his long-awaited
opportunity for resurrection.The key to resurrection was Hayate. When Hayate
borrowed demonic power to rip the ancient dragon's soul apart, part of the dragon
soul entered Hayate. Not only did it give Volkath the nourishment he needed, it
also gave him a clue to finding the other piece of his soul.Volkath was
sufficiently recovered to sense the existence of the other piece, but not nearly
ready to leave Lokheim to find it on his own. Having spent many years joined with
Volkath's soul, Marja could sense the presence of the fragment, but she was needed
back at home to oversee the preparations for the resurrection ritual, and as the
host of a piece of Volkath's soul, she could not afford to put herself in harm's
way.That left Hayate as the only one who could perform this important mission, for
the piece of dragon soul in his body had been consumed by Volkath, becoming linked
at the deepest level with the Lord of Darkness. He was accompanied on his mission
by Zephys, who was tasked with the job of protecting Hayate, as well as keep a
careful eye on him."There." Hayate stopped."What in the...do you take me for a
fool?" Zephys followed the direction in which Hayate pointed and saw the path end
in a sheer cliff that led down to a bottomless canyon, with only clouds as far as
the eye could see."That's what my instincts say," answered Hayate, pointing at his
own head. Zephys frowned, but he was in no position to question Volkath's judgment
in matters of the soul. He could only trust Hayate's confidence."It's just a cliff.
No problem for you and I," sid Hayate.Zephys huffed and glared at Hayate. "Just
lead."The cliff was a bare rock wall that went down as far as the eyes could see,
with no sign of vegetation. Such cliffs and deep canyons were a common sight on
Athanor, as though someone had torn the land apart and put it back together
roughly, without bothering too much about whether the pieces fit.In other words, it
was no more than a minor nuisance for Hayate and Zephys.Using kunai and rope as
support, Hayate descended the cliff, finding the few protruding rocks and swinging
from rope to rope with the agility of a monkey leaping from tree to tree.Zephys
watched Hayate for a while, then he laughed and leaped off the cliff without a
rope. Falling head-first, he quickly passed Hayate in free fall, and it was only
when the vegetation at the bottom of the cliff became visible that he flipped
himself over in mid-air, piercing the cliff wall with his spear. Sparks flew from
the rocks and his momentum slowed with a screeching sound, leaving behind a long,
dark wound in the granite. As the ground slowly approached, Zephys pulled his spear
from a wall and pushed off with his legs, landing softly on his feet at the
bottom."You don't mean to tell me it's this half-dead fellow that we're looking
for?"To Zephy's question, Hayate simply pointed at his own head again.Zephys rolled
his eyes and kicked the body that lay on the ground. "Well then, what are we gonna
do? Wake this guy up?"Hayate shook his head. "His consciousness is not our concern.
We simply need to wake the Lord of Darkness." He took out a wooden box and opened
it, revealing two eight-legged creatures, the patterns on their backs forming a
demon's face.Zephys felt a chill run down his spine. These were Shadow Worms. He
looked again at the wooden box in Hayate's hands, seemingly unremarkable, but
apparently powerful enough to hide the presence of the Shadow Worms, likely the
handiwork of Marja herself. Perhaps he could find a way to get his hands on
it...While Zephys mused, the Shadow Worms felt the outside air with feeler, then
quickly retreated back into the box, apparently uncomfortable about the
environment. Hayate sight, put a palm on the body's chest, and began to recite the
incantation that Volkath taught him. The dragon shadow once again appeared behind
Hayate, less ferocious and more faded than before, but the ninja did not notice,
focusing his attention on the body and transferring dark energy into it.Inside the
box, the Shadow Worms grew increasingly restless, probing the outside several times
until they could no longer resist the urge, and they dashed out of the box into the
body's skin.It was at that instant that Hayate feel life return to the body, and
dark energies engulfed the canyon. The body - or rather, Volkath's other half -
opened its eyes, taking in an Athanor that was so familiar, yet so strange at the
same time.Zephys kneeled down and asked, "How are you feeling, Lord Volkath? How
did it feel to be impaled by an arrow?"The young man who sat up glanced at Zephys.
"You still talk too much, Zephys."The Great Wall, a hundred miles away.
03C911569ED94EF1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
040CCA9586A37C22_## = Unknown
043465CAA93B93D1_## = No one knows what I truly want.
04C017079819F1E8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
04D17C8A26381B46_## = The light is fleeting. Darkness is forever.
04FF1A25BB6DAC1F_## = The Seer
0503993152366493_## = Maloch Biography
050673E20564CBCA_## = As the most talented magic apprentice at her grade, Keera was
deeply appreciated by Paine. Keera's outstanding record of absence and horrible
relationship with her classmates were overlooked by Paine, much to the chagrin of
her classmates. They even speculated that Keera was Paine's long-lost daughter.
050FDC74CAD45A13_## = Nakroth Biography
0588A320CABA3789_## = Why is Wisp's hair so puffed up?
0590EDDF3CC30F2A_## = When we face evil together, we shall not be unarmed or
helpless,\nWhere evil goes, so shall we go, and bring the fight to them.
0592D198A67E021F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
05ABD7387CC07E6A_## = The Shadow Prison stripped her of all innocence.
05B69DC4A0F1CBCC_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
05C28C45D8BA3937_## = 1 Oct
05C3E751A92808FB_## = Ryoma
05D93EBB99B97EC7_## = "Wow, I didn't think mom was serious when she told me I had a
lil' sister who stayed with old Moren," said Hilda as she tried to pat Wisp's head.
It was her way of trying to be friendly, though Wisp did not take too kindly to
it." Don't touch me!" Wisp's puffed cheeks clearly showed her dissatisfaction, and
the sisters looked at each other in awkward silence. \n\nHilda gazed over Wisp's
shoulders and saw Moren's stern look. She shrugged and said, "Well, I'll come back
another day. But we're sisters, and there ain't anything you can do to change
that." "That damn old man…" Hilda muttered as she left. If it was not for Moren,
she could have shown Wisp more love…Well, in her way, at least. But Hilda could not
afford to get into trouble; she had her other 'siblings' to take care of as well.
Hilda was the new leader of the Night Owls, a gang that at one time enjoyed a
respectable reputation out here on the fringes of the Federation, its operations
straddling the line between what was legal and what was not. As trade on the
frontier increased, however, increasing competition and ambition began to drive the
little gang into more and more dangerous waters, until they finally bit off more
than they could chew.\n\nNegvar, their previous leader, fled, and the remainder of
the gang was caught between the authorities and the underground world. It was only
thanks to Sheriff Rourke's charity that Hilda and the others managed to escape a
lengthy spell in prison, and many members abandoned the gang. And so Hilda was
forced to step up and fill the role of leader, even though she would much rather
stay far away from the headaches of administration. The gang was like a second
family to her, after all, and, well, she had to pick up the mess that her boyfriend
— now ex-boyfriend, of course — Negvar had left behind. The remaining Night Owl
members regrouped under new administration and returned to Mildar. The once-
prosperous mining town had become a shell of its former self, its ore reserves
having become exhausted, but there were still opportunities there for people
willing to seize it. It was fortunate that the master smith Moren did not hold a
grudge against Hilda. Otherwise, given his reputation in Mildar, the fledgling gang
would have been running out of town the moment they set foot there. \n\nLike Wisp,
Hilda was sent by her mother to be raised by Moren, becoming the old smith's
apprentice as she grew up. But she was always a free spirit, and after she learned
a few skills she felt she had learned enough to fend for herself. She left behind a
letter and ran away with her new boyfriend.\n\nIn this, at least, she was truly her
mother's daughter. In any event, Hilda and her 'brothers and sisters' managed to
find their way. Mildar was full of abandoned factories and warehouses, and there
was no shortage of supplies and equipment that they could scavenge and with a
little effort turn into marketable goods, a much cheaper and reasonably alternative
to Kazell's expensive offerings. Meanwhile, they also developed a working
relationship with Max the inventor, who was Moren's top pupil and provided
technical support for the group's operations. He often invited Hilda to join him
for dinner at Moren's workshop. Wisp still did not accept Hilda as a sister, but
she seemed to tolerate dinner with her, a welcome development for Hilda.
\n\nHilda's new quiet life was broken by an unwelcome visitor — her ex-boyfriend
and former leader of the Night Owls, Negvar, who had come to Mildar as he continued
to elude pursuit by the authorities. Hilda did not report this to the police, or
even tell her fellow members. She even met with Negvar in private, hoping to
persuade him to leave quietly and avoid drawing too much attention. She did not
expect that Negvar would take Wisp hostage, hoping to coerce Hilda into helping him
reclaim his place in his old gang. “No! We worked so hard to make an honest living,
we're not gonna throw it all away for your ambitions!" Hilda would have punched
Negvar, but with Wisp as hostage, she had no choice but to keep her anger in
check.” Keep bluffing, my dear Hilda. I know you. You couldn't abandon your adopted
brothers and sisters, how can you abandon your blood sister? You're gonna to do
what I tell you, or the kid's gonna get it," laughed Negvar. "Hey, you two ever
thought about letting me have my say?" \n\nTo both of their surprise, their
standoff was broken by a young voice that did not belong to either of them. "Huh?
What's this?" Negvar looked at the black object that Wisp took out from her purse
with a blank look.” It’s a bomb, you idiot!" Taking advantage of Negvar's lapse in
attention, Hilda pulled out her magic rifle and fired at the fleeing Negvar. And
arriving on the scene was Max, who had been watching the exchange from the shadows,
and whom now stood in the outlaw's path, armed to the teeth: "…Well, er…sorry,"
said Hilda, more than a little bit embarrassed, when all was said and done and the
two sisters parted.\n\n"Oh, bro and I just played along. We thought he was a random
thief and we wanted to try out some inventions; we didn't know he had something to
do with you," said Wisp. "But hey…Anyone ever told ya that you have lousy tastes in
boyfriends?"\n"EX-boyfriend, ok? Hey, it's not my fault that I got the family curse
off mom, you know!"\n"Well, it wasn't a bad feeling, knowing that someone
cared."\n"Huh?"\n"I have a dad and I have a big bro. Maybe it's not such a bad idea
to have a big sis too. See ya around, big sis."\nAnd Hilda felt a shadow lift from
her heart at that.\n"See ya around, lil' sis."\n
05DA10E111CE5781_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
05EBA7279E02D366_## = Born in the Land of Dragons, Qi displayed incredible talent
for martial arts from a very young age. Her father trained her in her family's
traditional Sungming school of martial arts, even as his own health declined. After
her father passed away, Qi sold everything that was not tied down in their dojo to
pay off their creditors, and left on a long journey across Athanor, seeking battle
with the strong to make her name and rebuild the fame of her dojo, foremost of
which was Lu Bu, the Great Warlord.\n\nFor all her martial arts skills, however,
Qi's skill to find her way is beyond pathetic, and she has travelled beyond the
borders of the Land of Dragons, through the Desert of Death, and into unfamiliar
lands. Still, she has never forgotten her goal of fighting the strong, and helping
those in need.
05EE73495978773D_## = Errol
05F23960D7B70740_## = A massive boulder lies in the middle of Boulderdom, which
lies in the hills north of the Great Wall and serves as its primary supply depot.
0621F4BF448E2387_## = Corrupted Legion
062B3D7CAEC4ACAF_## = “The survival and dignity of mankind is solely reliant on
swords and guns.”\n\nQuillen is the rising political star in the Free Federation.
Young, handsome, sophisticated, composed, erudite, eloquent and cunning at the same
time, Quillen would have been on his way to the top of authority had he not been
radical in his political stance.\n\nHowever, Quillen never planned on changing his
standpoint. After all, he is still much younger than those aged politicians. In
other words, he has the time and patience to wait until the senile ones retire, or
even meet their end. Quillen has mixed feelings about his decision and laments the
fact that mankind does not have a long lifespan.\nThe difference of lifespan fully
embodies humans' individual qualities. Compared to other intelligent beings, humans
do not have the ability to pass on their potentials and are not blessed by magic
talents. In times of chaos, it is necessary for humans to depend on the protection
of the Holy Hall to secure their land, food and lives.\n\n“Nowadays, even though we
humans have occupied most of the continents and mastered magic and technology that
is on par with the divine power, we are still facing threats from other species.
From demons in the abyss and the elves in the woods to demigods in the Holy Hall,
they have what it takes to wipe out all human beings. We have to stay alert. The
allies today might be our enemies tomorrow!”\n\nThis was part of Quillen’s speech
during the promotion of “Theory on Foreign Threats”. Starting out as an ordinary
citizen, he works his way up in his political career. His political standpoint not
only wins the voters’ recognition, but also earns the support from the radicals.
But more importantly, he received the invitation from the “Shadow Hand”.\n\n“Purge
the aliens! Cleanse the world!” As an extreme racist organization, the Shadow Hand
advocates even more radical concepts than Quillen does. They believe that violence
is the only means to eradicate those imposing threats to mankind, so that humans
can obtain absolute control of the world.\n\nQuillen does not reply to the envoy
from the mysterious organization right away. He is thrilled at the offer as he is
able to work with those who share his thoughts, but he also realizes that he still
lacks the power and strength to reach his ultimate goal. He simply cannot afford to
put all his eggs in one basket.\n\nThe envoy seems to have anticipated the outcome,
so he presents on a desk a series of proofs manifesting the power of the
organization. From politics to economics, and technology to military, members of
this mysterious organization are virtually everywhere.\n\nThe envoy’s sincerity and
the desk of proof seems to affect Quillen’s thinking: he can almost envisage a
bright future ahead of him. At that moment, in order to achieve his dream, he has
to take risks.\n\nSince then, being a councilor in the federal committee is just a
disguise. To Quillen, recruiting new members for the Shadow Hand and training
killers are his main duties to pledge allegiance. In return, the organization paves
the way for his career, thus pushing him all the way up to the leading
position.\n\nQuillen, a decent, discreet politician by day, and an extremist who
does what it takes to exterminate every alien by night, lives under his motto:
survival of the fittest!
0653BF0B36AB3DA4_## = Siege II
065A3E20C1850D18_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
065D08CA2C3A3CD6_## = Lokheim
067E9BB46EA30453_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
069FB2383F1B9E02_## = Jinnar
06E29843704E5900_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
06F875DEEB1A6DB9_## = Taara
07174B43B14970B0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
071E5BC3B2F85919_## = Few dare look at her, who's always surrounded by holy light.
073FE5B1AD4146E9_## = The Frenzy
07465A89704FA47B_## = Curiosity is the key to eternal youth.
0770619DC8D3A148_## = Using D'Arcy's body as a vessel, the remnant of Volkath's
soul returned to Athanor.
07A8A970A84A5267_## = Rourke
07B6F91E4A40CB24_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
07B7FD8109FB7DB2_## = I'll share everything - except the sweets.
07D006159F1FC732_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
07D3AC45CD18B7F9_## = Raz
07D5469B2C73198C_## = Wiro Biography
07D659B08D27F433_## = 28 Oct
07E4755E047971B7_## = Fearless pioneers daunted by neither gods nor demons, the
light of human progress.
07F15E06528BA026_## = At the heart of Veda lies Cloud Palace, the home of the
Archons. It floats atop the summit of Mt. Orphean at the northmost end of Athanor
and is closest to the sun. There is no higher honor than to be summoned to the
palace and be in the presence of the Goddess.
0811D310350D5A4F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0823C88CFB1B341A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
08518B66BF3EFF2D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
085209D6DFE71746_## = Abyss Gate
0871D57291C59E63_## = ... (fell asleep)
089F73AAB3056C79_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
08B77319040DB6F8_## = The Awoken Mech
08C258064999D68E_## = A small town located on the northwest border of the
Federation, close to Verno Forest and Moonlit Plains. Many young people have come
to seek their fortune at this burgeoning trade outpost.
08E0F0216DF47890_## = Often sneaks out of the palace.
08EF90EE113D5440_## = A shadowy organization with extreme racist ideals.
08FE02B2309BAC3E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
09063AEABAC01345_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
090D98FF64032339_## = Lokheim
091054556C7F091A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
0912283455030438_## = Ignis
095707221BD5ECC5_## = Skud
097109354C37C464_## = Sisters of Lokheim
09AD94A999065D02_## = Birth of the Queen
09DA71386ACA25EA_## = Blood. It dries slowly in the night wind.\nSinestrea pulled
at her thin nightgown, trying to hold in every bit of warmth. Below the nightgown
was a pair of pretty bare feet rustling through twigs, leaves, and mud. Right now,
all she wanted to do was get as far as possible from that place she once called
home.\nA sudden attack in the night massacred the manor on the outskirts of Kazell.
Except for Sinestrea, curled up in a doghouse, everyone else was butchered by the
men in black. She had already forgotten how she had evaded discovery, or how she
had escaped the manor. She only knew her back was getting colder, and her vision
was getting fuzzier.\nIn the haze, Sinestrea thought she saw a sliver of light, and
her frozen heart could not help but warm up.\nWas it morning? Or...\nAll at once,
the exhaustion of her journey overwhelmed her brain. The world was spinning, and
everything was going black...all light...all color...everything was flowing into a
whirlpool of darkness from which there was no escape.\nOblivion? Or...\nSinestrea's
heart gave a ferocious beat. How could she give up so easily?! Before her very
eyes, all that beauty had been destroyed, and her entire family had become a pile
of corpses. A fog of fear had settled over her heart, but that fog nourished a seed
—a seed called revenge! \nA flash of scarlet burst through the darkness and the
corner of her mouth was bleeding.\nThe sudden pain jolted Sinestrea awake.\nOpening
her sleepy eyes, she found herself lying on someone's large, broad back. The owner
of that back was Dextra, who was steadily climbing up a narrow ridge.\nIt had
obviously been a nightmare.\nSinestrea was somewhat annoyed; she should not have
been sleeping at this time. But she was too tired, and Dextra's back was as
comfortable as ever. Try as she might, she could not stop herself from indulging in
this moment of calm. Fortunately, the road was smooth, and there were no eyeless
Lokheim monsters jumping out at them.\nSinestrea looked around. The pillar of
light, originally as wide as a birch tree, had shrunk to half its size, but it had
gotten much closer. Dextra had said that that pillar was their hope of getting home
—as long as they reached the seal before the pillar disappeared entirely. \nThe
home she spoke of was not the manor that appeared in her nightmares, but a small
cabin that Dextra had built in the woods. After fleeing the manor, Sinestrea had
gone deeper and deeper into the forest. That was how she met the half-elf Dextra,
who had been out hunting late at night. For some reason, Dextra decided to take in
the poor girl, and the two spent a short but pleasant time together.\nBut
Sinestrea's pursuers once again shattered her hopes for the future, and this time
the innocent Dextra was dragged into the mess as well. The two fled the whole way
to the Abyssal Rift, where they had no choice but to jump in to save their lives.
It was in this dark and bloody land that the demonic power in Sinestrea's veins
first awakened.\nHow is it that someone so obviously human could have demonic blood
flowing inside her? It must be some massive joke.\nSinestrea could not take anymore
and began to rub the long strands of Dextra's hair. Of all the people in the world,
perhaps only the girl in front of her could understand what she was feeling: a
half-elf who had experienced the malice of humans, yet was not accepted by elves,
and a half-demon who was born in a human city but discovered her true self in the
Abyss. It would seem these two companions were made for each other. \nDextra's
stride lengthened in response to Sinestrea's movement. Since the girl was awake,
she no longer needed to worry about dropping her.\nSoon they reached the end of the
road. The rugged ridge ended here, like an Abyssal Dragon with its head cut off.
Stretched across their path was a massive tangle of roots—the roots of the World
Tree, as Dextra had said, and the seal that held the Abyssal Rift at bay.\n"We can
go home now..." said Sinestrea.\n"Yes," Dextra said. She placed Sinestrea down
gently, turned around, and gave her a big hug. "But not we. Only you."\nSinestrea
was stunned.\nDextra patted her head. "The World Tree will not allow any life
tainted by Abyssal power to return to Athanor...we've been here too long. I've
already been corrupted by the Abyss, but you...it seems you've always been from
here..."\nSinestrea just felt dizzy. The black vortex that haunted her dreams now
appeared before her in reality, growing a little larger, starting to swallow up the
person in front of her. She saw Dextra's mouth moving like she was telling her
something important, but Sinestrea heard no sound. Everything was silent. \nFirst
hearing, then smell, then taste, then touch vanished along with Sinestrea's rapidly
fogging vision.\nHad she exerted herself too much in that last battle? Or was it a
side effect of her powers?\nSinestrea started to feel terror—the terror of falling
in the darkness before dawn, just like it always happened in her nightmares.\nShe
was already here. Just one more step, and she would be home...how could she? How
could she!\nJust then, a red halo erupted from the center of the vortex!\nHer murky
eyes cried two lines of scarlet blood.\nIn that instant, all her senses returned,
and she heard Dextra's murmurs clearly.\n"In fact, when I first found you, I
thought I was just picking up a stray to keep me company. Who would have thought
I'd consider your family one day? And now I'm risking my life for you! Aren't I a
fool?" \n"Yes! You are a fool!" Sinestrea returned the embrace as tightly as if it
were that single nightgown she wore on that first, cold night. "And a lying
fool!"\nAfter saying that they would go home together, why did she decide to stay
behind?\nSinestrea felt Dextra's life rapidly flowing out of here. This silly woman
was using a trick Sinestrea herself had taught her, and she was using it to force
out her own elf blood. Drop after drop of blood pulsed back to her heart, but this
meant that the remaining human blood would quickly be corrupted by the
Abyss.\nApparently, elf blood could have some sort of effect on the World
Tree.\nBut is it worth your life just to open one seal?\nWith each gasp of breath,
Sinestrea's strength flooded back into her, and all her magic returned with the
wave of energy. Blood surged through every inch of her flesh and spread along her
veins right back into Dextra.\nThis wasn't the first time something like this had
happened.\nOn that night of terror...in that moment when she leaped into the
Abyssal Rift...Sinestrea never failed to discover extraordinary powers in a crisis.
\nAnd now it was Sinestrea's third awakening!\nSetting the aching Dextra gently on
the ground, she surveyed the roots choking the path. With a quick leap, she
continued on.\nThe pillar of light that fell down through the seal trembled
slightly as it locked on to her red form.\nThe seal was active.\nSinestrea smiled
and extended a delicate white hand, pressing it to the thorny roots. The barbs
pierced deep into her palm.\nThe blood seeped through the dry bark and deep into
the roots. Inch by inch, they too became the color of blood.\nIn the blink of an
eye, those roots were robbed of their vibrant green and filled with a grisly red.
The pillar of light, her hope of returning home, shrank at the touch of the blood,
shrank until it disappeared.\nHad the seal shut the way completely?\nSinestrea
frowned and made a fist. Rivulets of blood ran out and just slithered like serpents
across the roots...\nIt was almost as if these roots had a life of their own. They
thrashed like an Abyssal Dragon, trying and failing to throw off the bloody
serpents that coiled around them.\nAs the serpents swelled, the roots' struggling
weakened.\nEventually, the roots went still, the snakes slithered together into a
single mass, and then they burst into a mess of bloody clouds.\nDrip, drip,
drip...down in the Abyssal Rift, which has no weather, rain had started to fall.\nA
storm, even. And it was blood-red! \nThen the ground shook, the mountains crumbled,
the wind roared, and thunder crashed...\nThe sunlight of Athanor shined down,
spreading over Sinestrea's frail body in a golden-red aura.\nAt that moment, in
that demon fallen from Mt. Orphean, the two opposing essences, the holy and the
profane, combined into a harmonious, perfect whole.\nUnder that stormy sky she
gathered all her strength. The Lokheim monsters who had been chasing her were
either lying flat on the ground or hiding in their holes. She felt that if she
wanted, she could turn them all into a puddle of blood.\nBut Sinestrea had no time
for them, for Dextra could barely keep herself upright.\nSilently, Sinestrea turned
and pointed her bloody hand at Dextra.\nDextra's body began to float.\nThe blood
around them gathered at Sinestrea's fingertips as though answering a call, then
flowed into Dextra's body.\nSinestrea directed the blood with care, pulling Dextra
gently to her side.\nDextra opened her whitened lips, but no sound came
out.\nSinestrea laughed that soundless laugh, for she had already heard. She held
Dextra's head in her hands.\nShe pressed her crimson lips to Dextra's cold
forehead.\nIt was both sisterly affection and a binding agreement.\nThe roiling
blood rushed quicker and penetrated into Dextra's body, where it turned into a sort
of living being.\n"From now on, your blood is my blood!" Sinestrea cried.\nDextra
groggily reached out and pulled Sinestrea into her arms.\n"From now on, your life
is my life!"
09DC3CCD321994DF_## = Before he became known as Dragonslayer, Zanis was merely a
humble cavalry captain in the service of the Duchy of Bach. The duchy formed the
Kingdom of Norman's northeast barrier, sitting across the great Gobi desert from
the Helios Empire. The duchy's secluded location and natural barriers have allowed
it to enjoy centuries of peace, safe from outside attackers or from internal
ambitions to expand. As such, Zanis' military exploits are limited to bandit
hunting. \n\nThe fall of the Helios Empire sent many of its soldiers into the
desert, fleeing their oppressive overlords. These army veterans soon turned to
banditry, raiding caravans across the desert trade routes.\nIn response, the Duke
of Bach sent his elite cavalry to patrol the desert, rooting out bandits wherever
they found them. It was on such a mission that Zanis encountered Murad, former
prince of the Helios Empire, and his companion Yena the temple emissary, who were
being chased by the sand bandits. It was a hopeless cause. Zanis led a party of
seven, himself included, facing more than a hundred armed and dangerous bandits.
But he did not hesitate for even a second, even though he did not know who Murad
was. All he knew was this: evil must be punished, and the helpless must be
helped. \n\nThe sand bandits did not fear Zanis' party of seven, of course, but
going up against the entire Duchy of Bach was another matter. The two sides stood
off against one another until the stalemate was finally broken by the leader of the
bandits, who pulled out his sword and charged at the prince, his comrades following
behind him. It was seven against a hundred, but Zanis' squad showed no fear.
Meeting the enemy with traditional Bachen cavalry tactics, they kept their
distance, using their crossbows to disrupt the enemy formation, before charging
with their lances into the tired and disordered enemy ranks. Flexible and
effective, these tactics could be adopted by a squad of any size, be it a thousand
men or just seven. It was a lopsided battle — in favor of Zanis' side. \n\nPerhaps
the bandits were too complacent in their strength in numbers, perhaps they were
simply unfamiliar with these cavalry tactics, but more than a dozen men fell to the
initial volley from the Videl-made triple crossbows wielded by Zanis' cavalry, and
it was all downhill for the bandits after that. As men and horses fell into the
sand, blocking the sightlines and paths of those behind them, Zanis and his men
charged forward with superb discipline, keeping in formation while avoiding Murad
and Yena. His sights set on the enemy, Zanis caught Murad and Yena waving at him
furiously. He briefly wondered what they meant by it, but quickly put it out of his
mind as he began his charge, not realizing the universal warning that the gesture
represented. The Bachen cavalry charged through the bandit ranks with impunity,
striking down numerous foes and sending the enemy formation into further
disarray.\n\nAs they slowed down and prepared to turn around for another charge
that would rout the enemy, however, they heard a low rumbling coming from the
distance, and the ground began to shake. Both Zanis' squad and the bandits looked
around in confusion, but they did not have to wonder for long, as a gigantic
creature emerged from under the sands. It was a Desert Tarrasque, also known as
"Dragon of the Sands". True descendants of the ancient dragons, these terrifying
creatures could grow to nearly seventy-feet-long at full maturity, with shining
armored plates that defied the weapons of men and terrifying jaws that could tear
walls of stone apart like paper. The specimen in front of Zanis, however, was a
juvenile variety, little more than thirty feet in length, its dull grey scales yet
to fully harden. In order words, it was a killing machine. Murad and Yena were not
running away from that ragtag band of bandits, but from the tarrasque that had been
tracking its prey. With a swipe of its tongue, the tarrasque caught one of Zanis'
men, who screamed for his comrades to flee even as he fell into the beast's open
mouth, and the shocked soldiers looked to their captain for guidance.\n\n"…Get out
of here, and don't look back. I'll guard the rear." Zanis dismounted from his
horse, put his sword back in his sheath, and took his lance from his saddle. The
blade of a sword was of little use against the tarrasque's armor. But the weight
and sharp point of a lance was another matter. Zanis' men looked at each other, and
one after another began to do the same.” Didn’t you hear me? I said, get out of
here, now!" Zanis roared. But there was no time for him to hide his secret. His
right eye flashed with an otherworldly light, and he turned to face the monster.”
You’ll pay for what you did to my brother, monster!" As the others watched on,
Zanis leaped high into the air with superhuman strength, and his lance came down
towards the tarrasque's head. The tarrasque's body was protected by an armor of
grey scales, except for its exposed eye. With the momentum of his leap, Zanis drove
his spear through the beast's skull and drew his sword to strike at its eye. The
tarrasque howled in pain and swiped at Zanis, who leaped adroitly out of the way.
Zanis' men started in disbelief. They thought their captain was going to die
covering their retreat, and they were prepared to die with him. They never imagined
that he intended to win the fight, and winning he was. \n\nMurad and Yena joined
them in witnessing this incredible scene. "…Could you have done that, at the height
of your powers?" Yena asked. "Of course… If the artifact was undamaged," Murad
replied with a smirk. Yena rolled her eyes and grabbed her sword with her scarred
hands. Murad did the same — he was not about to sit aside and let the one who saved
his life fight on his own. And Zanis' men needed no persuasion to fight for their
captain, even if it meant disobeying his orders. A few months later, the word was
all over the Kingdom of Norman: Zanis, the Dragonslayer, fought and killed a
tarrasque single-handedly, saving the life of a prince.” My lord, as I have said
many times, the tarrasque was defeated by the combined effort of many — it would
not be proper for me to take all the credit for it," Zanis argued spiritedly before
the Duke of Bach. "We need a hero, Zanis. The Duchy has known peace for too long.
Now the Empire threatens us from the east, and we need a hero to rally around when
the enemy is at our gates," the duke replied calmly. \n\nHe had received Prince
Murad and his companion and heard about the incredible performance of his cavalry
captain. Wisely, he did not dig deep into the story, content with leveraging Zanis'
achievement as an example for other soldiers to follow. As for Zanis, he had plenty
to worry about even as he backed down, realizing that he would never be able to
persuade his lord. He had been elevated to the position of colonel, overseeing the
Duchy's cavalry forces. And he was also responsible for the bandits who had pursued
Murad and Yena at Azzen'Ka's orders and surrendered to him, preferring to become
prisoners of the duchy than face Azzen'Ka's wrath. Meanwhile, the Videl arsenal was
sending its best smith to meet Zanis. The scales and fangs of the tarrasque would
make excellent weapons and armor at the hands of a master smith, and who better to
wield them than the hero who slew the beast single-handedly to save a
prince?\n\nZanis had a feeling that his secret would not remain hidden for long,
and that it would not be long before the ancient nation ruled by dragons that his
father told him about revealed itself to the world. But the power of the ancient
dragon blood that ran in his veins did not change the fact that his duty was to his
lord, his country and his people. And even if he set up one day, across deserts and
mountains to find the ancient home of his ancestors, he will remain a knight of
Bach, loyal and true. \n\n"Honor guides my blade, whatever may come."\n
09E086BFC5CAD4DA_## = 8 Jun
0A03A52AAFA82B50_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>:
<color=#ffd200>Kill</color> a related hero in a match using
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>.
0A10E18DE658DB49_## = The little prince of Mt. Orphean.
0A2A9388E5324A16_## = Allain Biography
0A2BDA6CE7DCBCB1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0A5B0D97395EF5B4_## = Cresht
0A61A7458EE39C38_## = Arduin
0A6603126EBC8DB5_## = The world has no need for sinners like me\nbut a genuine
friendship was offered to me\nThis unexpected acceptance shines like a
meteor\nguiding me in my endless dreams
0A66F2DBC92F8752_## = Extremely possessive and controlling of Marja.
0A7FEFF72140A3A3_## = "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."\n\nThe champion
maiden of the Veda, the skilled of the skilled, the top apprentice of Edras, the
Vedan Magician… Marja was all of these at once and the world loved her for it. Even
Volkath, a captive of Edras, put aside his prejudice and hate for the Veda to
pursue a romance with Marja.\n\nBrave and cunning, Volkath could do no wrong in
Marja's eyes. Though everyone was mortified by this union, the two fell deeply in
love. However, they were blessed by none and doomed to split, for their backgrounds
clashed and their ideals were in complete contradiction. After a public fallout
between Volkath and Edras, poor Marja was in a dilemma. Her master, should she
stand by her master, who stood for all of her beliefs, or her lover? There was no
way she could choose.\n\nThe Veda expected all of its members to stand together
against their common enemy, leaving everyone displeased to see Marja sitting on the
fence. Though Edras understood and supported Marja's concerns, the others treated
her as a traitor. Marja was a stubborn girl, however, and did not back down despite
the controversy. Instead, it only made her more convinced that she was not in any
way at fault.\n\nThe war continued for a thousand years until Edras fell and
Volkath retreated, injured. Marja was now hated by all in the Veda. She was no
longer considered Edras' successor, and was instead fingered as the one who had
worked with the enemy to bring about the great leader's demise.\n\nThe Veda had
evidence that Marja had lent a hand to Volkath, helping him gain powers that were
not supposed to be his. Marja herself admitted that it was so. "I did help Volkath,
but that was before the war began," she explained. "This doesn't mean that I'm
against the Veda—I just supported his beliefs. Never did I give him any aid when he
was fighting Master Edras—"\n\nThe enraged crowds did not let her finish her
speech. The verdict was out immediately, and Marja would be punished by the hands
of Ilumia, the new Seer.\n \n"Your title, your powers, all will be taken from you.
You will spend the pitiful remainder of your life slowly being devoured by bugs in
your dark, cold cell. So, that's the price you must pay for love, huh? How sweet!
I'm so jealous!" Ilumia cackled, finally able to get her much-desired revenge, for
she, centuries before, had also loved Volkath from afar, yet her love had always
been unrequited.\n\nMarja did not deign to reply to Ilumia's snide remarks,
considering it pointless to pick a fight now. Unable to get a rise out of her,
Ilumia left with a disappointed shrug. The shadow worms in the Phantom Pit,
however, were getting ready for the time of their lives. Marja, with her boundless
angst, would taste so good! But Marja also looked a bit creepy. Dare they come
close to her?\n\n"Eat away, eat away! I won't be able to escape this prison unless
you guys are well-fed," Marja said, comforting the terrified shadow worms.\n\nAs
the judgment was carried out in haste, no one really knew the details of how Marja
helped Volkath with entering the Abyssal Fissure through the Phantom Pit and
obtaining dark powers from the Lokheim. And Marja herself had also received
precious dark powers from Volkath, one of the rare few gifts he had sent. Though no
longer a goddess, though no longer powerful, Marja was still ready. It was only a
matter of time. Soon, she would rise again.\n\n"The day will come when I return and
bring judgment to you all."
0A9DA737B960301F_## = Chapter 18
0AF00AC36613065D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
0AFD3C80DE8B3B87_## = Dark Lord Arisen
0B27AD8511791C0C_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0B2B009B320F47AB_## = Aw... Aren't you a cutie? You're definitely my
type.\n\nPerhaps I shall give you a special chance to visit my torture
collection.\n\nThese are just my little toys, don't be afraid.
0B2FD75D1DF70FE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0B61A5A362D8FEA2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
0B6EE371310AD592_## = Batman Biography
0B86859DDF8481EA_## = Has no mind for money and was swindled by Violet as a result.
0B9092ED92D5EFDF_## = For thousands of years, Liliana had traveled to every corner
of the world.\n\nOne of the most ancient existences in Athanor, Liliana was born
when the world was still in Chaos and all living beings survived purely through
instinct. Full of curiosity, Liliana forged her own path of exploration in the
chaotic world, continuing to seek for the essence of the universe and the source of
power. She wanted to learn about the past and the future, the beginning of life and
the meaning of death. In order to succeed in her quest for answers, Liliana morphed
into different forms and saw life through the eyes of different species. \n\nA
Nine-tailed Fox was the first sentient being Liliana came across. She considered
the Fox her master and consultant, and was influenced so much by the creature that
she identified herself as a Nine-tailed Fox thereafter. Through the instruction of
her master and what she saw during her own travels, Liliana soon became quite
knowledgeable. However, she understood that she still had a long way to go in terms
of finding the ultimate answer to all things. She chose to live in seclusion,
taking her time to slowly digest and ponder over all she had learned. Still, she
would emerge from solitude every few hundred years to accumulate more wisdom and
insight.\n\nDuring her previous journey, Liliana came in contact with Humans and
was able to observe them up close. Humans seemed dull and average at best in all
aspects, including powers, spirituality and constitution, which was why Liliana
used to not have any interest in the species. Yet after she learned more about the
thirst Humans had for knowledge and the ways they passed down their legacies, she
soon became fascinated by their out-of-the-box thinking and began following their
innovations and developments closely. Whenever Humans made huge leaps, Liliana
transformed into one of them in order to learn from Human scholars.\n\nDuring the
Dark Era, Humans were often attacked by Abyssal Beings. Not wanting to just sit
back and watch the suffering, Liliana used subtle methods to reveal hints and tips
on wielding magic here and there to aid Humans during the troubling period. From
her observations, she predicted that if Humans survived this time of darkness, they
would likely be able to create a civilization never seen before, in which new
knowledge and new skills would be born, bringing her one more step closer to the
ultimate answer she was seeking. She considered the aid she offered Humans a kind
of investment—after all, if it helped her get what she wanted, why not? With a
smile and high hopes for the future, Liliana went back into hiding.\n\nSome hundred
years later, when Liliana returned to Human civilization once again, she was
shocked to say the least. The candles and fireplaces she was used to were replaced
by crystal lamps carved with magical arrays, capable of bringing light to thousands
of families at once. The blades and swords she once knew were no longer used by
many—instead, Humans Warriors now favored sleek and incredibly powerful mechanical
guns and cannons. These improvements, which Humans called “technology”, completely
changed how Liliana saw the world.\n\nIt was an ideal turn of events for Liliana,
who was eager to gobble up all new developments available. But even one with her
level of wisdom would need dozens, even hundreds of years to digest all this—not to
mention that new inventions were popping up practically every day! Therefore
Liliana decided to transform into a Human and join the Empirical Army as a
Communications Officer, who had the freedom to roam the Continent and collect
intelligence. Her role would make it very convenient for her to achieve all she
wanted. Of course, it did bring her new enemies as well, but Liliana didn’t mind
doing Humans a favor by taking out these nuisances.\n\n “That’ll just count as part
of my tuition!”
0BB601BDB565BDCC_## = The morning star will protect the land!
0BD67AA8D70A56B0_## = This was it. The moment that she had been waiting for. The
long years of training, hard work, coming to a head.\n\nThe Dragon Child, the
Eternal Champion, the Great Warlord...Qi felt no fear as she faced the men known by
such titles, only excitement.\n\n"Master Lu Bu! I am Qi, 13th-generation of the
Sungming school. I seek a duel!" She saluted, and Lu Bu returned the gesture. He
was the more established warrior, so Qi had the right to first strike.\n\nThough Lu
Bu stood unmoving, Qi could feel his aura even from a fair distance away. The knees
of a lesser fighter would already have buckled under the pressure. As skilled as Qi
was, she felt her pulse quicken and her breathing lose consistency.\n\nNo - she
could not let herself lose the fight before it began. Qi forced herself to focus,
and aimed for Lu Bu's head with an open palm.\n\nWithout moving his feet, Lu Bu
pushed forward, and met Qi's powerful attack head-on. Qi felt her hands go numb.
The shock was like being hit with a sledgehammer, and it was all she could do to
avoid falling backwards.\n\nRather than stand her ground and open herself up to
further attacks, Qi took a step backwards, avoiding the brunt of the force. No
sooner had she found her footing that she was on the attack again, a flurry of five
strikes against five different weak points on her opponent's body, each attack more
powerful than the last. Yet Lu Bu remained at the same spot, blocking all five
attacks with his left arm, and Qi felt like the waves dashing upon an unmovable
boulder.\n\nThe exchange was over in an instant, but it felt like hours for Qi. She
barely had the time to catch her breath when she saw a hand headed for her head,
and she raised her arms to guard her face instinctively, only for the hand to grab
her by the collar and lift her up from the ground.\n\nQi felt her face burn with
shame. This was no duel - it was little more than an adult toying with a child. The
heritage of her martial arts, passed down through so many generations, meant
nothing to his opponent.\n\nAnger boiled within Qi, then she felt something grow
within her, a power different from the ch'i that she was trained in, something
deeper and more potent - a place that can only be reached by a true master, someone
who has gained complete mastery over their art.\n\nIn that instant Qi's veins,
muscles and bones were filled with strength and she grabbed Lu Bu's arm with both
hands. Energy flowed through her hands and into Lu Bu's body, and for the first
time his impassive face showed signs of emotion.As Lu Bu released Qi, she focused
the power in her hands, and struck out with the fury of dragons. Lu Bu raised his
arms before his chest to block the attack, but Qi's blow carried such force that he
was forced to take several steps back.\n\nQi, however, was in no position to take
advantage. She was not yet ready to wield the power that she unleashed for the
briefest of moments. Tried as she did, she could not hold back the nausea, and spat
out a mouthful of blood.\n\n"Let us leave it at that for today," said Lu Bu, and he
turned away to leave.\n\n"Tha...thank you, Master Lu Bu," replied Qi meekly. Her
legs failed her, and she sat down weakly on the ground.
0BD9FC5256229517_## = Where was Murad born?
0BDD602F90C4A9C4_## = Laville
0BE7C293E158FEC9_## = Brunhilda
0C282474ABDB07CA_## = Kingdom of Norman
0C3B1B4B491CA90F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0C3CABC9D0DD71D8_## = Afata
0C863B18479EB52B_## = 6 Apr
0C9B2227192106D1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0CA146B1EDBD3CA1_## = Southeast of Elborne Woods is the Silent Sea. Chaugnar hails
from the calm waters of these seas.
0CBC4C5C779BAC9D_## = 25 Mar
0CF657DE2E8058BC_## = Zuka
0D175C04B8B3C56B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0D3859BD2FD9910D_## = “I hate sand! I hate storms! I hate my life! There’s not even
enough water for a freaking shower!”\nAt the border of the Desert of Death, the
Demon Hunters trudged on with harsh gusts of sand in their faces. Violet, wishing
with all her might that she could just bundle herself up in heavy layers of fabric,
cursed out this uncivilized, rough and barbaric land of sand. Her current status
should have exempted her from such an expedition, but she came along anyway, due to
the guilt she felt towards the members of the legion, whom she considered her own
children.\nOnly a few of them knew why Violet, the successor to Federation General
Hartford and the second Commander in Chief of the Demon Hunters, ignored the
potential for promotion and instead insisted on investigating the corruption
incidents that shook the Federation, despite this not being part of her
job.\nThough she managed to arrest a small number of sneaky maggots, several
suspects in higher positions were somehow proven innocent. Quillen, a member of the
Federation Congress, for example, was found not guilty of embezzling, and was in
fact shown to have donated anonymously multiple times to civilians who suffered
losses from new policies he proposed. Violet was soon discovered to have conducted
unauthorized investigations and got in trouble not only legally but also ethically.
To minimize damage, she resigned from her post immediately and offered to give up
her retirement pension in order to keep the civilians quiet.\nAfter that, Violet
became a ranger who survived on bounty missions posted by the Federation. She would
sometimes leave the territory and journey to other nations as a free mercenary. She
was quite satisfied with this lifestyle—endless freedom, no designated route, lots
to discover, and always on the go. However, as soon as she heard about the upcoming
expedition of the Demon Hunters, she offered to return to her former team without
hesitation.\n“Some things must be done,” Violet had once said to Old General
Hartford before she decided to investigate the corruption, and now she was saying
it again to her Demon Hunter colleagues of olden times, while continuing to “do
things”, holding true to her words.\nThe expedition team had already been in enemy
territory for several weeks. They followed the strategy devised by Valhein, the
legion’s Deputy Commander, and wiped out several monster lairs, ensuring that the
Inferi wouldn’t be able to utilize the monsters on the front line. Meanwhile, their
ally Murad also used his influence as the former Prince of the Empire to rally
rebels all over the land, launching raids on mines and cities belonging to Azzen'Ka
in conjunction with the Demon Hunters’ operations.\nAs the conflict continued to
escalate, the lack of supplies began to trouble the allies. The Rebels, led by
Murad, could only collect a limited amount of food and drinkable water from the
survivors of the Empire. They had few medical supplies, making it impossible to go
on. Even the Valhein had fallen from a heat stroke and barely made it through by
sheer will.\nTo ensure a swift end to the battle, Violet was nominated as the new
Deputy Commander. After all, no one else was as qualified for the position as she
was.\nIf they toiled on, there was little chance they could complete their
objective.\nIf they retreated, they could at least regroup for another round in the
future.\nBut it was still a difficult decision for Violet.\n“Old man, what would
you have chosen?” She asked the image of Hartford that she conjured up in her head.
The honored man was, when all was said and done, the one who had seen the potential
in her and promoted her to Commander of the Elite Squad from a mere Junior Officer
in the Investigation Bureau. Though she refused to admit that she did anything
wrong, she still couldn’t help feeling guilty towards this kind old soul who did so
much for her.\n“I might not continue with the attack, but I sure as hell wouldn’t
retreat,” the Hartford in her head said. Violet remembered what Valhein and the
boys nicknamed him—the one-eyed devil. After losing an eye to the Demons, Hartford
still pulled out his bewitched revolver and blasted the Demons’ heads to pieces.
Naturally, he was not one to give up.\n“Everyone!” With her mind set, Violet
announced the new plan. “Split into teams of ten, disguise yourselves and blend
into tribes, mines and cities. Feel free to start a guerrilla war wherever you find
convenient.”\n“Each team shall consist of one Captain and two Vice Captains that
make combat decisions. If two out of the three agree, it is a go. The Captain will
relay orders from the Commander.”\n“Rebels working under Prince Murad, please
coordinate with and support our guerrilla wars as much as possible. The sick and
the injured shall be moved to a combat-free area by the rebels.”\n“The objective of
this operation is to destroy as many enemy military factories as you can and extend
their preparation period for war for as long as possible.” Sweeping her gaze past
the pairs and pairs of resolute eyes in front of her, Violet bit her lip. “Do
whatever you can to sustain the operation and attack enemy targets.”\n“Remember—we
are not alone. All in the Allied Army, all intelligent life who fight for order and
glory—they are all our allies.” Violet raised her arm and clenched her fist. “We
shall show them what the Demon Hunters are made of! We shall show them the true
might of the strongest legion in the Federation!”\n“Forward, Demon Hunters!”
0D4032F04BC3B567_## = Imaginary Enemy
0D4B5D5B70CD9FD0_## = Stand right there and let me shoot you!
0D4E457ADB203417_## = The snow water of Mt. Orphean flows into Elborne Woods,
converging at the center as Elborne Lake, a holy place for the elves.
0D4F0D6ECFDCD01F_## = "Upon this night I give my blood in the name of darkness,
that light shall be severed and sundered and scattered to the void." Hayate raised
a black arm and stabbed at the pact.The soul of the dragon roared in pain. Outside,
the ninjas that had converged on the tower at the alarm felt a great disturbance,
as though a powerful shockwave had passed over them, and those closest to the
epicenter began to bleed at the nose and mouth. This was no warning roar, but a
pure roar of pain with its power unchecked, for Hayate's stab had injured the
dragon soul at very core.Hayate, too, felt the impact, but he did not back down.
The white light had become engulfed in darkness. Now Hayate turned his attention to
the blue light. He felt the weight of mountains on his shoulders and had to bite
open his tongue to keep himself conscious, while allowing the dark energy in his
body to resist the power of the ancient dragon soul. What did it matter if the
clash of powers killed him? He had come to die.The darkness had almost consumed the
remaining dragon soul, when a bright pillar of light pierced the night and struck
the top of Dragon Tower. Xeniel descended from the sky with six wings spread out
behind him, clad in holy armor and wielding his warhammer.Light and darkness
clashed again, and this time darkness would not triumph. Xeniel's light seemed
infinite, inexhaustible, quickly sweeping away Hayate's feeble resistance. Already
exhausted from his ordeals, pushed to the limit in both body and mind, Hayate's
knees buckled before the buffeting light, weak and helpless as a worm.Was he no
more than a worm to the elder races?Was anyone content to remain a worm forever?
Hayate cried out loud in fury. Outside, the gathered ninjas looked up in time to
see a massive black wyrm emerge from the ground and soar across the sky, towards
where the holy light was brightest...
0D74C7FB65D889B0_## = The Thorn
0D7B95CA9A5AB610_## = Rosenberg
0D9589EBDBDF8EC4_## = Nakroth
0DDF3DCE77D0400E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0DE6E80575561E55_## = Lord of the Abyss
0DF84D873DA87DE9_## = Airi
0E2BE3A9FEF68FE2_## = Has chased away more than one potential suitor to the queen.
0E52325DDF5605D4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0E658DFBD6F303C9_## = Soul Conductor/Carano Academy Professor
0E8E574A9102EE95_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0E91C885A4DBC554_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0EAD0C1A1F5779ED_## = Marja harbors deep hatred for Ilumia for the pain that her
former fellow student inflicted upon her. Whatever she had suffered, she intends to
inflict upon Ilumia, one hundredfold.
0EB0EE042D960FFF_## = Southwest to the Seine Peninsula is the cold waters of
Slaughter Sea, Kil'Groth's homeland.
0EBD1477F516E3A5_## = Violet was NOT in a good mood.\n\nShe and Valhein sat by the
fire, surrounded by monsters that emerged from the abyssal crack nearby. The
monsters dared not approach the fire, but they sat in wait with ominous green eyes
not far from them, and Violet knew it was only a matter of time until their leader
arrived and the two of them became dinner for the monsters.\n\nNow, she would give
them a good fight and take more than a couple down with her. As for the young man
sitting across from her, however...Violet sighed and gazed woefully at him.\n\nHis
name was Vanhein, a fellow cadet at the Academy, a year or two Violet's junior, and
a troublemaker if there ever was one when he first enrolled. It got to the point
where Violet had to teach him a lesson the hard way, which brought him back in line
a little bit, but understandably did not do wonders for their relationship with
each other.\n\nNow the two of them were stuck in the middle of the wilderness. The
other cadets fled when the Academy field trip encountered actual monsters. Valhein
was not without talent, but he was inexperienced, and had yet to be tested in
actual battle.\n\n"Never thought I would have to die with you," said Valhein. In
the light of the fire his face was impassive.\n\nBearing a grudge, eh, thought
Violet. "Life's full of surprises," she said.Suddenly, Violet saw a speck of light
in the distant forest. Her heart leaped - could rescue be here? She stood up,
pistols in hand, and said to Valhein, "Over there! Let's fight our way through."
Without waiting for Valhein's answer, she leaped forward, throwing a grenade at the
nearest enemy. As the monster was blasted apart, its severed limbs nearly hit
Valhein in the head.\n\n"Here we go..." Valhein sighed, wiped the blood off his
face, and joined the fray. Away from the sheltering fire, the two were immediately
set upon by the monsters. Violet threw a grenade into the fire, and it exploded,
sending burning debris across the grasslands and setting the vegetation on fire.
The monsters scattered.\n\nSuddenly, a roar echoed through the nigh. Violet looked
in its direction and saw a pack of abyssal monsters approaching, far more orderly
than the vermin she just sent scampering, and led by a vaguely human-shaped
creature. Then Violet looked at the direction of the forest where she saw the
light. Before her eyes the light stopped, then disappeared into the dark woods - in
all likelihood another group of lost cadets, who decided they wanted no part of the
fight Violet found herself in.\n\nViolet sighed. There went their only hope. But
then, those were mere cadets, who had never fought monsters in such numbers before
- unlike Violet, who was already considered one of the top prospects in the Demon
Hunter reserves.No use crying over spilt milk. Violet turned to Valhein. "I'll hold
them off here. Go north and find help from the nearest garrison, north of
here."\n\nShe had hardly finished the sentence when a monster pounced at her,
sensing an opening. Violet easily sidestepped the attack, and before Valhein knew
it she had a mobile cannon set up, sending a devastating shot into the monster
lines, opening a gap for Valhein.\n\nValhein was speechless. He knew Violet was
good - he learned that the hard way - but this was the first time that he truly
appreciated that gap between Violet and the other cadets, himself included.\n\nAt
the same time he also wondered - where did that cannon come from? Valhein never got
an answer, even when he asked Violet many years later.\n\nThe monsters were no less
stunned by Violet's attack. But their leader cried out loud and they quickly
rallied, once again advancing towards Violet's position."Go!" Violet
yelled.\n\n"No." Valhein clenched his fists. "I can't leave you here
alone."\n\nViolet thought back to the day she left Valhein hanging upside down on a
tree, the sight of the young man, his face a deep red from anger and the blood
rushing to his face, yelling obscenities at her but unable to do anything about his
predicament. Things have changed indeed! She smiled and said, "Fine. Whoever's
stronger stays behind, the weaker one goes and find help. Go on, I'm
waiting."\n\nValhein turned almost as red as he did that day on the tree, but there
was nothing he could say. Eventually he nodded and said, "I'll be back soon. Be
careful."\n\nViolet nodded. Perhaps this kid was not so bad after all.\n\nValhein
took a few steps and turned around. "And...sorry about what happened
before."\n\nViolet simply waved, and turned to face the monsters emerging from the
inferno.\n\nMany years later, Valhein would recall that night, the sight of Violet
advancing into the smoke and fire against legions of monsters, not the slightest
hesitation in her steps.\n\n-The End-
0EBDD255D4C3EB5F_## = The only rule is that there are no rules. The only limit is
that there are no limits.
0EECA80148BCD12F_## = Horror stories will keep him up at night.
0EFE916F42AD66F6_## = Guardians of balance, who prefer to live in peace and harmony
with nature, but take up arms to protect the World Tree in times of crisis.
0F08DDD4754B9585_## = Batman
0F08FCC5C7BAA5FD_## = A guild of free soldiers who offer their services for hire.
0F12729CE78872D9_## = Partners in Elements
0F1E3BB9E7478BE3_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0F3FD9E101F6491C_## = Dragons dwelled inside the body of their newest descendant,
Airi the Kunoichi. Her every breath seemed to exhibit the power of dragons.\n\nMany
ninja clans had only come into existence recently, but the mysterious Steel Dragons
had been around for generations. This reclusive clan of ninjas loyally protect the
peace and tranquility of the realm using the power of the ancient dragons. As the
leader of a new generation of ninjas, Airi had not only inherited the title of
"Kunoichi", her incredible talents had also earned the approval of the Ancient
Dragon. She has been bestowed with the almighty Dragon's Mark as well.\n\nAs night
engulfed day, the elite Ninjas led by Airi rushed to save the Temple of Light from
the evil forces that surrounded it. Using her shadow clone ability, Airi passed
with ease through the savage bombardment of black magic. The iron wall made up of
thousands of Fallen crumpled beneath her feet. She transformed herself into a sharp
blade and hurled herself straight at Maloch, the commander of the Demon Army,
leaving a bloody trail of corpses in her wake.\n\nAiri took more and more wounds as
she fought her way towards Maloch. By the time she finally reached him, she had
defeated nearly all of his demon guards. Airi was punished for her actions with
three more mortal wounds. With her strength depleted, Airi realized that she
wouldn't stand a chance in a drawn-out battle, so she activated the last bit of
power in her Dragon's Mark, raised her blade and sliced at Maloch. In that moment,
Maloch was unable to lift his own weapon. He was so overcome by the unleashed
dragon spirit that he could only use his demon wings to shield himself from Airi's
attacks.\n\nThe blade rose and fell. Blood hotter than lava gushed out from a wound
in Maloch's chest and the impregnable demon wings were tattered. The force from
Airi's blade had completely stripped the invincible commander of his combat
abilities. Maloch was forced to return to the Demon Abyss to recover and, in turn,
left the demon army to their demise.\n\nAiri's determination, demonstrated in this
battle, immediately earned her the respect of everyone. Even the most despicable of
demons could not hide their fear of Airi's blade.
0F48B96FFFE60117_## = "Tremble, you bugs!"\nDeep in the Abyss lies the Great River
of Fire, a river of lava and blood that flows through the territory of Maloch, Lord
of the Abyss. He is the greatest liege of the Abyss, and its most powerful warrior,
heir to the supreme throne of Volkath, Lord of Darkness.\nWhile Volkath was a
consummate leader by nature, Maloch's reign is crude and primitive, founded
entirely upon his personal strength. Since the Ancient Era, the name Maloch has
been a byword for strength and violence; he has led the vanguard of the legion in
both the Divinity War and the First Invasion, terrorizing all of Athanor.\n"A beast
born for war." After many millenia, Volkath's assessment of Maloch still holds
true. When the Lord of Darkness was slain by Tel'Annas, it was Maloch who picked
up his body and the Abyss legion's standard, rallying the routing demons and
cutting a bloody escape for them through countless enemies.\nIt was Maloch's
ferocity in battle that allowed the Abyss Legion to move against the south,
building several strongholds in the area. They may have lost the war, but they
established a foothold in Athanor for the first time. And so the lords of the Abyss
unanimously voted Maloch as their new leader.\nBarbaric brute that he is, Maloch
was fiercely loyal to Volkath, and smart enough to know that he does not have the
same talent for politics as his predecessor. Unlike the Lord of Darkness, Maloch
shares his power with the other lords of Abyss such as Veera and Nakroth, as well
as the Corrupted who join their ranks, uniting all of Abyss with a common
interest.\nOf course, this was not Maloch's own idea. Maloch places absolute trust
in Veera, and accepts her recommendations and strategies without question. The fact
that they are lovers is no secret in Athanor, and Maloch prefers the blade that he
can hold and feel in his hands to intangible and invisible political power.\nThat
is why Maloch has given Veera full control over Abyss territory in the overworld,
while he has returned to the Great River of Fire with his demonic legion, training
an army more formidable and terrifying than any that the world has ever seen. If
the Temple and World Tree were destroyed and the Abyss were to achieve their goal
of dominion over Athanor, it would not be Maloch sitting on its throne. There are
so many other worlds left to conquer, after all.\n"All that my banner touches shall
be Abyss land!"
0F598FE48385CDD0_## = Who among the following is in Butterfly's blacklist?
0F6BA6E141E30234_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0F6F140253300FDE_## = What's in the skull necklace that Kahlii wears?
0F862990EAF3132B_## = Slaughter Sea
0F931FAB214FA43C_## = Ace Mercenary
0FA388744A48C4A7_## = Roxie Biography
0FAF1C7C82993EA5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0FAFFDE01652C5D7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0FB570B688A0927B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
0FBC38FCBB99AFF9_## = As the mercenary guild's rising star, Violet is rapidly
catching up to Butterfly on the rankings. For her part, Butterfly remains
unconcerned, confident that she can quickly leave Violet in the dust should she
choose to.
0FFF35CE5CAE84FC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
1029464EC7B4EC55_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
102F25C93FC70E3F_## = 3 May
1047ECD36BA83CDE_## = Wonder Woman is Princess Diana of the immortal Amazons from
Greek mythology. When army pilot Steve Trevor crashed on the warriors' secluded
island paradise, Diana won the right to escort him home and make her people known
to the world. Entering the cynical world of humanity for the first time, Diana
found a people who needed a hero. Over the years, the ways of mankind have vexed
Diana—war, hate, and a callous disregard for the health of the Earth—but her
superhuman strength, speed, bulletproof bracelets, and the famed Lasso of Truth
have aided her in the quest to bring order to humanity's chaotic ways. \n\nA
warrior by birth and training, Wonder Woman fights evil while hoping to unlock the
potential of a humanity she doesn't always understand—and it is this mission that
has driven her to work in close concert with the Justice League. However, Wonder
Woman's mission to promote peace on Earth is sometimes complicated by the political
machinations and familial disagreements of her relatives—the gods and personas of
Greek mythology. It was a message from her mother, Hippolyta, that eventually sent
Wonder Woman to the realm of Athanor. \n\nHippolyta had kept a secret from Diana
her whole life—a secret that now threatened to tear Mount Olympus apart. Hippolyta
confessed that she had a passionate affair with Zeus; the resulting child was none
other than Diana. But Wonder Woman had no time to process the emotional uppercut
she had just received, as she was attacked by Hera, Zeus' jealous wife. The ensuing
battle involved many of the gods, but Wonder Woman was able to quell the fighting
by binding Hera with her Lasso of Truth. \n\nWonder Woman learned that Zeus had
been missing from Olympus for some time—and in his absence, the gods were at war
with each other, vying for control of Olympus. Zeus had left in search of the
source of the gods' power: a star that was rumored to exist at the center of the
universe. \n\nKnowing that without peace on Olympus, Earth and humanity would be
threatened, Wonder Woman took it upon herself to find Zeus. But Hippolyta cautioned
that what she would find in Athanor would make all of her previous challenges feel
like child's play. There were gods in Athanor, with strange powers and magic that
would rival anything that Wonder Woman had faced. \n\nBut Athanor has never seen a
hero like Wonder Woman. And when she eventually finds Zeus, what he tells her will
have grave ramifications, not just for Olympus… but Earth as well.
10505BDDB38CA531_## = Mt. Orphean
10A088316BB6EF3A_## = Alice
10A63C5985E38FF7_## = Lokheim
10BB7BEBE8E4F732_## = Which of the following books is written by Moren?
10C8B531B4C07017_## = 10 Sep
10CF0537FD6ECDA6_## = Super Dye
10EAC852200EC612_## = Ilumia and Marja studied under Edras together, and Ilumia
envied Marja's closeness with Volkath. When Volkath rebelled, it was convenient for
Ilumia to assent to the wishes of her people, imprisoning and torturing Marja.
10F8B2834433A85B_## = Max
114B992EAC528BE9_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
116638B159202584_## = The Hotshot
1174956D57601D3B_## = Firm like mountains, swift like the wind. This is the mark of
a martial artist. Join me, and we will make the Sungming Dojo great again!
11843BC1F4D01491_## = Keeps a list of people whom she wants to kill.
1189EA447F2C4F62_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
11930C1E6692B2F1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
119F4D9009858603_## = Scamming people with illusions
11A3FE1166814F15_## = D'Arcy gained his trust by virtue of his good taste in music
11AADFC4672F9ACE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1202BE5CD2E6C459_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
12145FA0BFE67403_## = Tan skin and a sunny smile
1220D861FF458363_## = 180cm
123E2DF1D68933DF_## = Hates to be compared with Aleister.
1252C0091354235A_## = Dirak, who is tone-deaf
126084BC2C247C7D_## = Preyta
129F4F469D01F48D_## = Cloud Palace, at the peak of Mt. Orphean.\n\nDark clouds had
been gathering at the peak of Mt. Orphean for weeks. Torrents of wind and rain
buffeted the temple, illuminated only by lightning that flashed across the sky from
time to time, a shining white sword against the darkness.\n\nIlumia and Aleister
stood before the sheer cliffs, seemingly unbothered by the storm. In front of them,
the ancient summoning circle glowed faintly. Sleeping in the middle was the deity
that had come into being with the thunder.\n\n"He is yours. Teach him well," said
Ilumia with a satisfied expression.\n\nAleister walked forward and gazed at the
newly born young man, who lay naked in a golden halo, his form perfect as though
sculpted by a master craftsman. Then he opened his eyes, and Aleister saw his own
reflection in the young man's golden eyes.\n\nThe young man smiled.\n\n"Greetings.
I am Tulen."Hundreds of years passed.\n\nTulen stepped onto the training grounds
and saw his instructor Aleister, reading a poem collection from some unknown bard.
He glanced at the cover - good, at least it was not the beastman from last
time.\n\n"It's time, teacher."\n\nAleister simply waved his hand without even
looking up. "No lesson today. Free time."\n\nTulen frowned. His outstanding talent
needed no instruction, but he was not happy at being ignored. He decided to cause
some trouble.Lightning flashed before Aleister's eyes, but he unconcernedly waved
it away with his hand. "I told you, these tricks don't work."\n\nBut it was not
over yet. Tulen smirked, and a ring of lightning appeared around him, which split
into several bolts, each dashing towards Aleister from a different
direction.\n\nAleister quickly floated back several yards, avoiding the attack, and
his calm and nonchalant expression was replaced with anger. "What is the meaning of
this?"\n\n"Just a game, master. Would you play along?"\n\nIt was not fun and games
anymore, it seemed. Aleister put down his book of poems and faced Tulen. "With my
dear pupil? Of course."\n\nThe two men's gazes locked onto each other. Sparks flew
from their eyes, and the servants around scampered for cover, lest they be caught
in the wrath of their masters.\n\n"Enough games." Aleister was frustrated. Tulen
was too fast for him to catch, but the student's attacks bounced off the master
harmlessly. It was a meaningless exercise.\n\nAnd then everything changed.Countless
birds of lightning converged into a single ray of light, which Aleister did not
manage to avoid in time, and pierced his shoulder, and for the first time in his
life, Aleister felt the threat of death.\n\nThere was no time to tend to his wound.
Aleister chanted an ancient incantation, and suddenly the sunlit grounds became
dark as black clouds gathered. Green bars sprang from the earth around Tulen,
trapping him within, and electricity flowed through the bars, subjecting Tulen to
extreme pain.\n\nBut even as Tulen turned pale from the torment, a scornful smile
appeared on his face.\n\n"What a shame...I was so close, master."\n\nDark fury grew
in Aleister's heart, and murder crept into his mind. It had only been a few hundred
years. He knew it would not be long before his student took all that once belonged
to him.\n\nAleister snapped his fingers, and the electric prison disappeared, as
did the clouds that blocked out the sun.\n\nNo one saw dark clouds forming in his
eyes.
12C55270C8CA1D15_## = Maloch swung, and his blade cut through the muscular chest of
the beastman before him with ease, and red blood splattered over the brown earth.
Maloch's foe had not even hit the ground before he started looking around for his
next mark.The battle had been raging for ten days. Unlike the human forces who had
melted away before the forces of Lokheim, the beastfolk and elves from the forests
were strong, organized, and willing to put up a fight, slowing the progress of the
Lokheim forces to a crawl.His foe's den was right there in front of him, so close
that he could almost reach out and touch it, yet it might as well have been on the
other side of the ocean. If the fires of Maloch's fury could take corporeal form,
they would have incinerated the Afata defenders before him."Damn you, elves! Damn
you, beastmen! Damn you all!" Maloch cursed, and he raised his weapon to charge at
the stubborn foe."Is this what you have in mind, Ilumia?"Volkath, Lord of Darkness,
sat on his perch overseeing the battlefield. His expression was calm, unflappable;
only a single finger tapping on his knee betrayed the agitation he felt.When the
gods left the mortal realm, the holy light lost much of its splendor. Seeing an
opportunity, Volkath led his legions out of the abyss, paving a path back to
Athanor with blood and death. Unprepared for war, the forces of Veda were quickly
beaten back by Lokheim, retreating to make their stand at the holy mountain of
Orphean, leaving the common folk to be slaughtered by the demonic forces.Just as
victory seemed to be within grasp, however, it was snatched away by the forces of
the forests who came to the aid of Veda, a stubborn wall that stood steadfast and
refused to give way despite Volkath's worst efforts."...we can wait no more. We
cannot afford to give Veda the chance to recover."Volkath rose from his seat. He
had made a decision.Next morning, the legions of Lokheim advanced again against the
forest guardians. This time, however, Volkath led the assault personally, cutting a
bloody path through the defenders. His trusty lieutenant Maloch was by his side,
picking up where Volkath left off whenever the Lord of Darkness slowed down to
regain his strength.Just as it seemed the forces of Lokheim were destined to
triumph, an arrow cut through the air and straight into Volkath's chest. It came
from the bow of Tel’Annas the Elven Queen, blessed by the World Tree, whose arrow
sealed the battle's outcome.Yes, Maloch still stood tall on the battlefield. Yes,
the Lokheim forces still had strength of numbers. But Volkath was more than a mere
leader for Lokheim. The death of their lord shattered the morale of the abyssal
legions, and they were quickly sent into a rout by the defenders rallying around
their beautiful queen.This was the day that Lokheim was defeated and the dark lord
fell.This was the end of the First Lokheim Invasion.
12D45409E0A2B0D0_## = Omen Biography
1316D920AE760F23_## = 1 Jul
1322D1BBCD01C39A_## = Organization of mages.
133233E3E509E168_## = Betrayer
134079B8BBC45FF8_## = Arduin was the leader of mankind trained by the
Veda.\n\nBrave and perseverant, Arduin was the epitome of a great leader in the
public's eye. His speech was so affectionate and evoking, it attracted young and
passionate rebel warriors to join his legion, fighting for a higher
goal.\n\nInstructed by the Veda, Arduin once regarded Thane as his rival. He
decided to fight Thane for honor, but won Thane's admiration with his fearless
combat style and confident tactics. After years of collaboration, Arduin finally
accepted Thane as an ally and their friendship grew. \n\nThe duo was fundamental to
the rebels' victory. The Fallen were forced to withdraw their defense lines and
retreat to Inferi. In the last battle, Arduin and Thane quarreled for the first
time in a long time. Arduin wanted to keep on battling, in hopes of obliterating
the dark forces and bringing back the long-awaited peace, while Thane thought such
an action would only devastate what they had achieved so far.\n\nFailing to
persuade him, Arduin abandoned Thane and, together with his warriors and supporting
Vedän squads, marched into Inferi to hunt down the remaining Fallen and demons.
Yet, Arduin's legion was misled to the Icy Terrain by the cunning Veera. She
ignited the frost fire, hoping to annihilate the entire legion. Feeling a deep
regret of his own decision, Arduin strode through the frost fire and created a
storm by swinging his axe, attempting to create a safe passage for his
warriors.\n\nThanks to Arduin's resourcefulness, a few soldiers managed to survive,
but many of their fellows perished in the unforgiving frost fire. Even Arduin
himself was scorched in battle, but was saved by the Vedä-blessed armor. Despite
the fact that Arduin swung his axe blindly, he managed to kill any enemies who
dared to come close.\n\nVeera swiftly stepped in and stopped the Fallen from taking
revenge. She poured frost fire into Arduin's crippling body, rendering the holy
seal of Vedä useless. Soon, Arduin's body was burned to ashes, and though his
spirit remained, it was marked with a dark seal by Veera. Freezing frost fire
replaced the Holy Force and became the sole driving force of the armor.\n\n"Those
who lament the loss of Arduin will never expect to see their legendary hero again
like this!"
13452D52548432DD_## = Orphaned from birth and raised by the mercenaries' guild,
Butterfly soon proved their investment worthwhile, becoming one of the guild's best
mercenaries. Despite her youth, she had already completed dozens of difficult
missions for the guild, passing every challenge with flying colors.\n\nHer
outstanding performance led the Duke of Roses to hire her as bodyguard for the
duke's young granddaughter, Astrid; it did not hurt that Butterfly looked the part
of a noble lady's handmaiden as well.\n\nButterfly soon discovered, however, that
this was no ordinary bodyguard detail; when the legions of the Fallen besieged
Rosenberg, Astrid took up her sword and sallied forth to meet them in battle,
triumphing against all odds with Butterfly fighting at her side.\n\nThe victory
brought fame and renown to both Astrid and Butterfly. Today, Butterfly is perhaps
the most famous mercenary that the guild has ever produced.
13721442C8959ADC_## = The birth of the Elven Queen, Tel'Annas, is close at hand.
Which of the following gifts will please the queen?
1375065A7E0B3727_## = The religious leader of a tribe communicates directly with
the World Tree, and is also responsible for the tribe's cultural, educational,
medical and judicial duties.
13B0D694CBDCB81A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
13BFB5D3A45629AF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
13C3D52967D2B3C6_## = Forest High Priest
13C6442C602B9286_## = 01 Oct
13DB34CF756F2A74_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
13E9022758116DA1_## = Someone bullying you? Just say my name, and watch them run
away.
1417FCF9F10BFE19_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
141C14F231CFB99E_## = The Incorruptible
141C7515E8512151_## = Original
142D1D41BB1649AC_## = Tulen Biography
146CA9597239B252_## = Ata
1483BFBFAF6860DD_## = Crown Prince of the Helios Empire in the Eastern Desert,
Murad was revered by his people. He was entrusted with the Gem of Time, the symbol
of the empire's heir, and led the empire's armies on numerous expeditions. Even the
cunning and cruel Azzen'Ka dared not confront Murad, fearing the power of the
Gem.\n\nBut Murad's triumphs made him proud. He underestimated Azzen'Ka, and failed
to capitalize on the opportunity to eliminate a potential threat. Meanwhile,
Azzen'Ka lied in the shadows, covertly creating several crises that forced Murad to
use the artifact, depleting its power.\nFinally, the artifact cracked, exhausted by
the abuse. At the same time, Azzen'Ka began to enact the plan for his return.\nThe
raging sandstorms engulfed the Helios Empire. Weakened by the loss of the artifact,
Murad could not stave off the destruction of the empire, though there was enough
power left for him to escape, while Azzen'Ka's demon kingdom blocked out the blue
skies of the Eastern Desert.\n\nNow Murad wanders the desert alone, seeking a way
to repair the artifact, biding his time until the day he strikes back against
Azzen'Ka and restores the empire.
148840A2C48D3EA6_## = Veres was raised in an orphanage of the Free Federation. At
the age of 13, she was presented to Quillen.\n\nQuillen then brought Veres to a
place called Reapers. It was a place where orphans murdered each other to survive.
Only the strongest will survive.\n\nVeres admired Quillen highly. She never stopped
training until she dominated the Reapers. To earn Quillen's total trust, Veres
formed a pact with the Abyss and underwent an extremely dangerous blood ritual to
obtain the power from the Abyss.\n\nVeres was reborn more powerful, and she
patiently awaited the day when Quillen finally put all his trust on her...
14A5153FF1D43311_## = Zanis
14A69AF31CCAD7BE_## = Mganga
14B8F70DDEEB656E_## = He was a mobile war machine complete with blood running
through his veins that was infused with demonic rage.\n\nSkud was Mganga's proudest
creation. Infused with demonic blood, he possessed an astounding destructive power
and a thirst for carnage to match. His powerful fists could shake the courage of
anyone who attempted to overthrow the dark rule. During the warring years, Skud was
summoned to serve as Preyta's subordinate and lead the Fallen to charge
forward.\n\nThe battle for the Castle of Alchemy proved to be the pinnacle of
Skud's achievements. Even though he had fewer than one hundred men, he successfully
led them to break through the mechanical defenses that were laid by Moen, the arms
specialist. Then he single-handedly destroyed ten alchemy puppets and fought his
way into the castle interior. At that moment, Omega, who had been undercover for
some time, issued an order to attack. Soon Skud and his men were flooded by a sea
of steel.\n\nAs he watched the Castle of Alchemy's defenses rise again and found
himself surrounded by enemies, Skud became infuriated beyond reproach. The demonic
blood in his body started boiling and his willpower was ignited. The iron blitz
could not stall his progress. The strongest of armor crumpled like paper under his
fists. The enraged Skud managed to single-handedly squash the enemy counterattack.
Omega grabbed Moren and fled in panic, leaving Skud and his Fallen followers to
enjoy the bounty of treasures and resources left by the army.\n\nWhen the battle
finally ended, Skud got the reward he deserved: a set of alchemy gloves forged by
Moen himself. Mganga made some adjustments that allowed the alchemy gloves to bond
with Skud's demonic blood, giving him even more violent destructive powers.\n\n"My
blood boils in anticipation! "
14BEFCB542529150_## = Ishar and Veres
14C291C31DAB2D3A_## = Ilumia
14CD93DBDEF4E7B1_## = Annette
14DABCDFA1571CDF_## = Hayate's contact with Lokheim, who helped him infiltrate the
ancestral temple and aided his escape.
14DEC2FCB1CF33F3_## = Maloch
14E93314DA84C15E_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
14FD217EB851FD89_## = To the south of the Federation of the Free, the Red Sea takes
its name from the red mountains on its coast. The sea has come under Lokheim
control, but they have not been able to pass through the mountain range.
15125EC26A96A661_## = Kahlii Biography
152F53BD56B0B489_## = "My magic staff is getting rusty!"\n\nAfter completing the
journey to the west, Wukong earned the title, "Victorious Fighting Buddha" for all
his accomplishments, and he got to stay at Pūrva-videha to enjoy all the donations
from the mortals. However, such a peaceful life was not suitable for the restless
Wukong, who always thought about his days of adventuring on the Silk
Road.\n\nWukong had traveled thousands and thousands of miles by foot, and survived
81 tribulations. With the staff in hand, he defeated countless fierce monsters,
increasing the body count along the way to the West. Wukong was never warm-hearted
or well-behaved. Had he not been on Gautama Buddha's leash, he would have gotten
into fights every day, even after becoming a god.\n\nWhen the crisis of Athanor
spread to Pūrva-videha, Wukong knew that it was the chance he had been waiting for.
Pretending to investigate the crisis, Wukong volunteered to head for Athanor, where
he returned to his old self, alerting all heroes to his presence.\n\nAs divinity
tends to attract one another, Ilumia the Seer was the first to converse with
Wukong. By her invitation, Wukong became one of the members of the Holy Hall and
enjoyed the donations with the other deities. Ilumia promised that Wukong would not
be bound by rules as long as he did no harm to Veda. In other words, Wukong could
battle any enemy hero at any time.\n\n"I've been idle for 500 years. I can't wait
any longer!"\n
153E4DF366F5F954_## = D'Arcy encountered Volkath in the void between dimensions,
and Volkath leveraged D'Arcy's power in order to return to Athanor. While they
never actually met, their souls left an indelible mark on each other's.
154180D40BC5A6DB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
155108EC80CA38EA_## = Hall of Judgment
157713679B1AE581_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
159122B12A4621AA_## = Upon agitation, his dense golden hair will stand straight up
15A1C7E7B1C2B5AC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
15E916493C3010D4_## = What is Annette's idea of an ideal partner?
16091CE3B099960B_## = One of the Big Three of the Mage
164B6E018C2551DB_## = Taara Biography
1650772CF776BCF3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1695A34A24F28F9F_## = Established by the Magister's Council, the mission of the
Magic Academy of Carano is to identify and train young people who demonstrate a
talent for magic. The chancellor of the academy is Sephera.
1698CD5FB78A8D02_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
16B277D7A7B39E76_## = Elven Queen's Guard
16BDD6CFF2D16603_## = Duel
16EA06B2310832A5_## = 168cm
1712DB3488871A7B_## = Rumor has it that you have bowed to my great power.\n\nOh
young one, you showed a commendable honesty!\n\nLet us crush every evil in this
world!\n\nThe light of justice shall prevail!
1748581A7789A9BA_## = On the ancient battlefield of Sunfall Valley, the Earth
Elemental Lumburr has torn up the ground outside the Lokheim wall, creating a small
hill by which the Okka troops climbed the wall.First up the wall was Captain
Brandon, who dreamed of joining the Silverwing Order as a knight on a mighty horse,
but was deemed too short. He persevered, however, and was finally selected into the
Shieldbearers, and was given the honor of leading the vanguard this day. Carrying a
short sword and a heavy shield that could stop the brunt of a cavalry lance, he was
charged with protecting not only himself, but his comrades as well.This day,
however, Brandon did not meet any attacks as he advanced, which made him uneasy. He
climbed the wall and saw beyond it ranks of the Corrupted standing below on the
other side, looking up at him with cold, impassive eyes.Brandon tried to signal a
stop, but he could not stop the momentum of thousands of men rushing up onto the
wall. More and more soldiers ascended the wall and saw the same scene as Brandon
did, with more than a few realizing that something was not right, yet there were
even more soldiers following behind them.Then, with a deafening boom, the wall
collapsed. Black venom began spreading along the collapsed ruin, seeping into the
cracks of the soldiers' armor. They felt no pain, just a little itching, but after
a few minutes they began to realize that the poison ate away at their body, skin,
flesh, blood and bone, turning them into the same corrosive venom.Soon the
battlefield was filled with terrified screams, as one by one the soldiers realized
what was happening to them. The poison may have numbed their pain, but not the
horror of seeing one's body dissolve before one's very own eyesMganga, architect of
the trap, watched in satisfaction as panic spread amongst the Okka ranks, and gave
Preyta the sign to advance. Led by Skud, Taara and Natalya, the Corrupted Legion
marched towards the collapsed wall and launched their counterattack. The remaining
Okka troops, who had not yet scaled the wall and were thus spared the fate of their
comrades, threw down their weapons and fled."Hold your ground!" Baldum bellowed,
ordering his Hoofed warriors to form up in defensive formation. He could not stop
the rout, but he would not die with his back facing the enemy. The Hoofed warriors
followed the order without question, standing fast against the oncoming Corrupted
tide, the Cosmic Totem's light protecting them against the dark corruption.The
Corrupted Legion in their black armor swept aside the Okka lines, with Baldum and
his Hoofed regiment a lone rock against the storm. Some of the fleeing Okka troops
who still retained their wits about them desperately tried to reach Baldum, knowing
it was their only chance to survive.Watching all this from the air, Preyta gnashed
his teeth and barked a few orders. With a great roar Skud drove two massive
Hellhounds against where the Forest Guardians made their stand, eager to unleash
slaughter."Is THIS Lady Ilumia's plan?" Arthur's voice was low, but his fury was
palpable as he questioned a pale Klaus in the Forest Guardians camp. The besiegers
had become the besieged, and the exchange he had with Klaus was very much on
Arthur's mind.Klaus quietly removed his white robe, revealing a body of perfect
proportion beneath. "It is regrettable. I shall take it upon myself to fulfill my
Lady's duty, frail though I may be."Holy light surrounded Klaus, and he charged
towards the rising dark tide, glowing like the sun, no less glorious than Yorn who
took down a Dark Behemoth with three arrows."We must follow," said Tel'Annas. "We
cannot turn back now.Arthur turned to her, and there was a sly gleam in his eye.
"Of course. I simply wanted to gauge how much he was hiding. Lady Ilumia would not
have assigned a mere mortal to oversee such an operation."Tel'Annas allowed herself
a small smile, but did not meet Arthur's gaze. Instead she looked up at the crimson
thundering sky.Tulen had joined the battle as soon as the wall collapsed, but his
lightning and thunder could not pass the boundary set by Maloch's crimson blade -
just like their battle a couple of days ago.But Tulen could feel that Maloch's
attacks were getting fiercer, to the extent that it was almost reckless. The demon
lord focus entirely on attack, ignoring anything that did not interfere with his
own attacks.Maloch had reason to be confident. On the north side of the valley was
Aleister, Tulen's former master, preparing his enchantment in secret. Aleister knew
Tulen better than anyone else, and his enmity with his old pupil ran deep.The
Corrupted Legion advanced towards the Forest Guardians camp, the remnants of the
routing Okka army before them.With Baldum absent, the central force was commanded
by Lindis, while behind them Arum gathered her Clawed warriors,
174A682B51A61E15_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
174E221DFBE485BB_## = Bodrene
1786AEC7EEF38291_## = The Insatiable
178D1FD2A181136D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
17DF9678BB8D2689_## = Slimz Biography
180981AB539B44E6_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
180E59146CD8C8E4_## = Dismissive of Dirak's poor quality of life and aesthetic
1821022EBC5161FD_## = Makes peace with Marja when discussing matters of beauty.
1839DF62CB024FA1_## = Hungry Zip
186204EDC6193B34_## = I got paid yesterday and I already spent it all. Who should I
borrow from?
187E16EB9585B297_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
1891A661F9E4CC4A_## = 20 Apr
18A675A66DE4FBD4_## = Contrasting characters that complement each other
18AD1652479815FF_## = Marja
18B652CE38FFB1E7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
18C7B8C74D774F00_## = White Anchor
18EF10CA02A62889_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1914C4DEB7CC3CAD_## = 18 Jun
1940D62CA1AE4189_## = Section leader in the Hall of Gospel's choir
19448E4F5A98C314_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
1969DE8FBEBF3DEF_## = The Joker
19725F638D118C75_## = "Open your mouth."\n\n"Ah -" Zip did as he was told, letting
his pink tongue hang loosely on his teeth. He knew better than to disobey Mina, as
she slowly put the handle of her scythe into Zip's mouth, feeling from side to the
side. Zip's massive eyes rolled with the movement of Mina's arms, his throat
rumbling."I...I didn't steal any food these few days," said Zip uneasily. Mina
simply nodded, and after a while asked, "What makes the thing inside your stomach
appear?"\n\nZip's eyes rolled and he said, "Er...I remember the last time it
appeared, I was in Mganga's lab, stea - er, getting a snack."\n\n"So I should throw
you into Mganga's lab?"\n\nZip jumped and grabbed Mina's leg, begging, "No no no no
no! Don't give me to that nutjob! Please please please!"\n\n"Then spit it out. What
is it?""Er..." Under Mina's hard gaze, Zip finally folded. "Well...it appears
whenever I'm hungry."\n\n"No food starting tomorrow."\n\n"No no no no no! Don't let
me go hungry! Please please please!"\n\n"No food starting today."\n\nZip pressed
his paws to his mouth and dared say no more.\n\nThree days later, the armies of
Lokheim were assembled in the undercity. Zip patted his hungry stomach as he looked
down at the endless legion of Shadow Worms, Corrupted and Demons, and he had a bad
feeling about this.\n\n"Take these troops to where they need to go. In one piece,"
said Mina."I'm so hungry..." Zip looked up with imploring eyes. "I'm not sure I can
make it there without starving..."\n\n"Lady Veera says you can eat all you want for
a whole day once you finish this mission."\n\nZip stopped.
"Anything?"\n\n"Anything."\n\nZip's eyes grew wide. "All that I want?"\n\n"All that
you want," answered Mina. "Anywhere."\n\n"Yay!" Zip jumped up and opened his mouth,
revealing a tongue that had turned dark blue. He sucked, and in a few second the
Lokheim army had disappeared, vanished into the dimensional portal in his
mouth.\n\nZip's stomach swelled him and he felt intense pain and nausea, but he
kept sucking. He began to imagine Mganga on his knees begging, in order to forget
the pain.\n\n"You just wait, Mganga," thought Zip. "I'll eat your lab dry!"
197D7B6C293B74DD_## = Every previous lover of hers resembles Quillen to some degree
1990D13754EC0A0F_## = 12 May
199247503AC2D50B_## = The Demon Hunter
19A876BA22C6FF5B_## = 1 Jan
19D1D2A9427E61A0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
19F39F72C1C0656B_## = Veera Biography
19F619EA155CCE1B_## = She permits no mirrors or reflective objects in her quarters.
1A0345EE2C39BB7D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1A1965C506B6370D_## = Mina Biography
1A244BB5AAC8F7F0_## = Zanis
1A24B7EDBF43FCC6_## = Consists of members of the royal family, major lords, the
imperial guard and high officials.
1A2CC651526CEFFD_## = Chaugnar
1A3660381E08370D_## = Daughter of Landirr, High King of the Elves.
1A3965255961AB06_## = The First Demon
1A3D454A11DB65BF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1A41631BD3986036_## = The Glutton
1A4349152F47CF89_## = Received some love letters from boys who did not even
understand her
1A50B7F7065DF4D4_## = Hates bugs, so any communication he has with Marja goes
through Veera.
1A58F98F73E57CE5_## = Until the day he faced the darkness in his soul, Enzo was
merely a humble executioner. The smell of blood tingled his senses, and he felt his
pulse begin to race, almost in ecstasy.\n"I...I'm sorry," Enzo stammered.\n"No need
to feel sorry, dog," sneered the sinner on the rack. He licked his lips and
continued, "I've blocked my senses with magic. Do your worse, pathetic
worm..."\n"Oh, no, that's not what I'm sorry for," replied Enzo. "I'm hoping that
you could last just a little longer...because torturing you gives me such
joy."\nThe sinner's eyes went wide and he began to struggle and yell, but not for
long. The magic that prevented him from feeling pain did not prevent him from
falling unconscious from a loss of blood.\nIt was not long before Veda gained a new
inquisitor. In his new role, Enzo had the authority to leave the temple and go
after sinners and heretics where they dwelled.\nAnd Enzo had Hayate, the traitor of
Mist Island, fixed in his sights.\n\nTraveling through Storm Valley, Hayate found
his path blocked by an unexpected visitor.\n"...a dog of Veda?" The man's back was
to the rising sun, and Hayate could not see his face. But the robes of a Veda
inquisitor was plenty to put him on guard, and bring back painful memories.\nEnzo
simply bowed. "I have been waiting for you, sir."\nSomething was not right - Hayate
turned sideways out of sheer instinct, just enough to avoid a strange blade that
glanced off his pauldrons.\n"Alas, I guess it wasn't going to be so easy." Enzo's
voice was calm and emotionless; he might as well have been discussing the weather
with the man he just barely failed to kill. Hayate, on the other hand, was on full
alarm now, searching his memory for a recollection of that strange blade he just
saw, which was unlike any weapon. And he quickly realized the answer - it was tool
for torture and execution, more suited to a chamber of horrors than to a
battlefield.\nThe smell of blood was bone-chilling, even to a veteran of many
battles like Hayate. Who was this man? Hayate braced himself, meeting the unknown
assailant's assault.\nFor some time Hayate was on guard, but Enzo's attacks were
neither particularly fast or powerful. Feeling that he had seen all that Enzo had
to offer, Hayate prepared to counterattack. The narrow valley was a poor place to
leverage his ninja skills, and so Hayate slowed his steps, drawing Enzo into his
ideal range.\nIn that instant, everything changed.\nA thin blade grazed Hayate - no
matter, little more than a shallow flesh would, thought Hayate. An instant later,
however, the blade began to cling to his would, biting into his flesh like a
bloodthirsty beast.\nIn that instant Hayate felt a change come over Enzo - gone was
the noble and elegant gentleman, replaced by an incessant, banal thirst for blood.
And Hayate realized too late the hidden nature of his foe, which had made his
instincts uneasy.\nShackled by Enzo's tools, there was no escape for Hayate. Enzo's
execution had begun. \n"Your legs are yours no more!" Sharp blades cut Hayate's
ankles, not enough to sever them completely, but enough to disintegrate the flesh
and tendons supporting them. This was punishment by Maiming.\n"Pay for your
treachery in flesh and blood!" Tiny blades cut cross Hayate's body, each one but a
shallow wound, yet slowly and surely rending his flesh and blood from his body.
This was Death by a Thousand Cuts.\n"Off with your head, your sins consummated!" As
Hayate fell to his knees, down came Enzo's tools, preparing to sever the ninja's
head. This was Death by Decapitation.\nAt death's door and through all his pain,
Hayate's mind was clearer than ever, and deep inside he scorned the man for his
audacity. \nDid he fancy himself a god?\nFor who was responsible for the troubles
of this despicable world, if not the gods himself?\nAnd in his eagerness to kill,
Enzo did not notice Hayate's lips move, or the renegade ninja's arms gathering the
last bit of his strength towards his fingers...
1A60F8EDB91CA0DF_## = Yena was shocked to find that the unkempt vagabond before her
was the same young man as the glorious prince whom she once saw from a distance.
This changed Yena's opinion of the noble class, and reignited her hope in the
future of the desert.
1A999F82857CE186_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1AA68B68A8970ED8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1AA90A9E13273502_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1ABC27EEDED0A8BE_## = Subservience
1B2B0FAC7AB063A5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1B548F959D6E295B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1B557B562FA6218B_## = When was Richter's Demon Hunter squad purged?
1B6C4B5736E504AD_## = Mt. Orphean
1B6E960EA22C5A0C_## = Magister's Council
1B75DD5A0A7BE6CA_## = Paine
1B789ECB80E9201E_## = What is the primary reason for Annette's poor academic
performance?
1BAB81A57EEB60F5_## = When Eland'orr was a child he made a grave mistake that sent
Tel'Annas into a long slumber. When the queen awoke she summoned Eland'orr to her
presence, after which Eland'orr embarked on a long journey across Athanor.
1BDF41F6BEDC798E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1BE323B892768644_## = 11/07
1BF753F6E46D080A_## = Born an aristocrat, his mother was one of Kazell's notorious
socialites
1C1F1EAEEA278B84_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1C34FADC7B39073B_## = 182cm
1C3C832DECD4D127_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
1C49C9B481E76583_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1C65DC1F0615E5E1_## = Your corpses will pave the way for my return.
1C6AD803180708BC_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1C75A776A6394247_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1C8FB2B4605B202F_## = Peura Biography
1C9F5C88C72E958D_## = Omen bows to no one, except Maloch. The fact that Maloch says
nothing about his habits and always gives Omen a rich supply of fresh prey probably
has something to do with it...
1CC58CAAB3B3A0F6_## = Kindred spirits whose souls resonate
1CE63001DE1653E7_## = Royal Council
1CE7C415698F5377_## = Ormarr
1CEF6489816DD0D4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1D06826AE66DCD62_## = Lu Bu Biography
1D2EBBD12BCD6675_## = A master of manipulation.
1D38963AE77119EF_## = Federation of the Free
1D65FFC00FBD3084_## = Sleeps to the point that she misses the meeting
1D705045B915CA86_## = Valhein
1D7B07B0CCA46FCF_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1DD91D11921BD40F_## = There are many stories about him, but no one knows which ones
are true.
1DDA218B635EDB0E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1DDBD765361313D9_## = Hayate
1DECC8948E71AE84_## = The Flash
1E27E7B3D99504AD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1E28B8235A05467F_## = Abyss Breeder
1E2FF06D2BBBC8CF_## = Life is about breathing, eating and sleeping.
1E7EDD321DAF5383_## = TeeMee
1E917A2E2C50AB8A_## = King of Norman
1EAA88038F35E2F8_## = Afata
1EB435087C5648F0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1EBC3DF292471614_## = In some ways, Alice's existence is a major threat to Thane's
authority. Nevertheless, Thane cares deeply for his younger sister, and Alice
repays his love with implicit trust, serving as the bridge between Norman and Veda.
1ED4BBBEE9FFD180_## = Krizzix was the most pure-blooded descendent of the Hidden,
and that alone destined him for greatness, yet he was a free spirit who was also
lazy, which troubled the elders. They tried to make him high priest in-waiting, in
order to increase his sense of responsibility, but Krizzix's response was to leave
his tribe, preferring a life in exile than to be tied down by the post of high
priest.\n\nOn his journeys Krizzix met Y'bneth, creator of Verno Forest. They
quickly struck up a friendship, and Krizzix stayed with Y'bneth, learning to
harness his talents and hide himself in plain sight.\n\nWith the position of high
priest of the Hidden now vacant, Krizzix's people seek him out as the successor.
But if Krizzix does not wish to be found, he will not be.
1F25BAC806ECB68F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
1F7B56FDD9098576_## = Enter the Big Eater competition in town to earn prizes
1FA2DA4BAB6B4A73_## = Celestial Light
1FC4C61490327A0B_## = Furball's Journey
1FCAC15F54635517_## = The Cathedral is the central authority of Veda, located
halfway up Mt. Orphean. It is under Ilumia's direct authority, with bishops and
other officials under her command responsible for various affairs of the temple.
1FCF422C85F1A313_## = "I am chaos incarnate!"\n\nChaugnar was an ancient mammoth
that was corrupted by the energy of chaos, which transformed him into his current
monstrous form. The chaos had not only changed Chaugnar's appearance, but also
warped his mind. In his eyes, existence was merely a constant battle between chaos
and order. Life, rules, logic, emotions, and faith meant nothing to him.\n\nAny
unfortunate souls to come before this sinister being would cower when struck with a
feeling more terrifying than the mere meaning of the term. If it hadn't been for a
gifted human, who lured Chaugnar into a trap and sealed him in the depths of the
Black Sea, this world would have been lost long ago.\n\nYet, the power of chaos
could never be exterminated completely. All that a human could do is to fight to
weaken Chaugnar, mitigating the threat he posed. However, everyone knew that
Chaugnar would eventually break out from his shackles, and his fury would rain upon
every corner of this world.\n\n"I will make you watch as this world is devoured by
chaos!"
1FDEC5AF77DE107D_## = The leader of a tribe, responsible for a tribe's survival,
migration, and other military and political matters.
20179DFDA88338C4_## = Takes to poetry on sleepless nights.
201DAF2721B16257_## = The story of how Tel'Annas fell Volkath with an arrow is the
stuff of many songs and stories, much to her chagrin.
20681BC342BCF077_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
20812FAF8B2120F2_## = Who cut off Maloch's wings?
209545F70EA62156_## = Lokheim
20B2CD7A060714BE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
20BD4C2D80277F5E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
20E9EE88BDC66309_## = Enzo was overjoyed to receive orders to hunt down Hayate,
traitor to the faith. This was rare prey, one whom he intended to savor...
20F2645BEBE552DD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2102E9F1688BD1AB_## = but he focused every last bit of his strength into completing
the ritual to exile his former master into another dimension."No, D'Arcy - you're
coming with me!"An explosion without fire shook the marsh, a temporal shockwave
that sent ripples through time and space. The tall fir's branches trembled and
swayed.Then - nothing. Neither Lorion nor D'Arcy was anywhere to be found, and only
the leaves of the fir tree continued to sway gently in the evening breeze, as
though nothing had happened.
2104C6CF325BEE56_## = 20 Jul
213740BCD90D5AD0_## = Arum
213E115086EB7E12_## = 190cm
216AF31A3C3FE51C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
216C534D72CA4A25_## = Guardian of Keera. Sephera adopted Keera after she was
abandoned by Lorion. Under her custody, Keera experienced warmth like never before,
which resulted in her strong possessiveness toward Sephera. As a result, D'Arcy and
Dirak are at the top of Keera's hit list.
2179413EAA6D4DE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
219FF945A6D2C494_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
21C4376F8E9C6B9F_## = Omen
21CE448DB1FB667E_## = Beyond the mountains west to Elborne Woods is the wild
unknown lands of Dagon Forest. It is said that no animals dwell there, only plants
that talk.
21DFE583E18B3000_## = Space and time are the fabric in which this world exists.
They are also a source of supreme power. However, none of the known systems of
magic have spells capable of harnessing the power of space-time. Only the Andura
Stone can contain the intangible power of space-time, and allow people to harness
it.\n\nWith the aim of acquiring this power, Murad's ancestors journeyed deep into
the desert to look for fragments of Andura. However, Murad's ancestors were able to
outsmart Azzen'Ka and acquire the fragments. They used the fragments to forge an
extremely powerful weapon that could manipulate space and time, and built a new
empire in the desert with its power.\n\nWhen Murad came of age, he inherited the
weapon from his father and officially became the heir apparent. He led the imperial
army on many expeditions, eliminating dangerous creatures and expanding the empire.
This eventually threatened the authority of Azzen'Ka who was furious after
discovering the truth behind Murad's weapon. But Murad paid Azzen'Ka no mind. As
long as he had the weapon, Azzen'Ka couldn't hurt him.\n\nAzzen'Ka was forced to
parley with Murad, and capitulate to the demands of the imperial prince. Murad
gladly accepted his enemy's willingness to surrender, and missed the golden
opportunity to rid the empire of a potential threat once and for all. No power
lasts forever, and Azzen'Ka understood this only too well. From the shadows, he
manufactured multiple crises that forced Murad to use his weapon to defend the
fledgling empire.\n\nOveruse of the power accelerated the Andura Stones' decay and,
unable to withstand the burden, the weapon developed numerous cracks through which
the power of space-time leaked. This efflux greatly weakened Murad's ability to
fight, and Azzen'Ka seized the opportunity to conjure a mighty sandstorm that
completely engulfed the once prosperous empire. The weapon only had enough power to
protect Murad himself, so after a plea by his father, he escaped the
catastrophe.\n\nBut he did not give up. He covered his handsome face and became a
solitary desert ranger, seeking a way to repair his weapon while accumulating the
strength to confront Azzen'Ka. Murad firmly believes that as long as he has his
weapon, he will one day be able to kill Azzen'Ka and restore the honor and glory of
his empire.
224B931F33151C50_## = Elven Queen
225CEDB388AFDC8F_## = Krixi wrote an unsent love letter when she first fell in
love. Which hero won her heart?
2276F2D8111ECCA8_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
22797A1DF230B4EE_## = "Let's start again from the beginning. What is your
name?""D'Arcy.""Who are you?"A mage.""How did you get here?""I'm not sure...it
seems to have been the result of a violent reaction between two different schools
of magic."...This was the seventh time that Volkath had asked these questions, and
still the answer he sought eluded him.A single arrow from the bow of Tel’Annas fell
Volkath in the battle of Sunfall Valley. Though his flesh was destroyed, his soul
escaped his disintegrating body and survived, if only barely.Without a body binding
it to the mortal plane, however, Volkath's shattered soul plummeted uncontrollably
through dimension after dimension, until he finally regained enough power to
stabilize his existence, whereupon he found himself lost in this strange and
unfamiliar plane.With neither sun nor moon to guide him, Volkath knew not the
passage of time. But he knew that his strength faded bit by bit as he drafited
along in the great emptiness of the void, and eventually he would fade away into
oblivion, be it a matter of months, years or centuries.Volkath pondered the option
of tearing a rift in the fabric of space and returning to Athanor that way, but he
was less than certain that he still had the power to do so, or whether his broken
soul could survived the ordeal. So he lay dormant, waiting for an opportunity.And
now, he found his opportunity.It was convenient that D'Arcy was still unconscious
from the cursed placed on him by Lorion. D'Arcy's soul answered Volkath's every
question with perfect honestly, with no understanding of the situation it was
in.Volkath's questioning was meticulous and thorough. This was his chance to return
to Athanor, perhaps the only chance. He must be absolutely certain of the reliskill
of this vessel. Volkath had already died once; he could not afford to be
careless.For now, Volkath must secure the present, and ensure the survival of this
human. D'Arcy's life was hanging by a thread, the deadly curse laid upon him by
Lorion eating away at his very flesh. That he had not already turned into a corpse
was a testament to his many years of magical training, and the Power of Genesis
that he wielded, no less potent than Lorion's Black Magic.Time had begun to move
again for Volkath. He willed himself into a physical form, and began to weave
magical patterns, far simpler yet far more powerful than any symbol of Black Magic
that D'Arcy would have known in his own experience with the art. For simplicity was
the essence of sophistication, a lesson well-learned by Veda and Lokheim in their
millennia of existence, but which had yet to be fully grasped by the fledging race
of man.Slowly the dark energy that had been eating away at D'Arcy was drawn out
from within him and converged upon Volkath, absorbed by the dark lord to strength
his own existence. Volkath did not save D'Arcy out of the kindness of his heart, of
course; this influx of dark energy was his first since he became trapped in this
forsaken void.With D'Arcy's life secured for the immediate present, Volkath now
turned his attention to how best to use the mage. He could, of course, simply
squash D'Arcy's soul like a bug and claim the body for his own, but the human flesh
was so fragile that it was doubtful whether it could hold Volkath's powerful soul
at all without disintegrating into dust, even broken as Volkath was in his current
state. More importantly, even if he managed to take over D'Arcy's body, Volkath was
unsure if the power of dimensions would become his to wield.Volkath understood well
the nature of D'Arcy's power, the power over dimensions that the mage wielded. At
the peak of Volkath's own power, he was himself capable of traversing the
dimensions, yet it was by brute force that he did so, tearing a rift in the fabric
of space and time with his unimaginable dark powers. But to manipulate that fabric
directly - that was beyond even Volkath's skill. He had never even imagined that it
was possible at all, much less by the weak and feeble race of humans.Volkath mused
in wonder at how these puny ants could discover and touch the very nature of
existence itself. And what a pity it was, that they remained so frail and weak! He
must help the pathetic creature, then, if he was to return home."...where am I?"
D'Arcy felt his senses return as he opened his eyes. He remembered being struck
with Lorion's dark curse just as he exiled his former mentor from this world - and
nothing more. Yet now he was here, and not only was he seemingly unharmed, he felt
more powerful than he ever had been.He looked around and found himself floating in
the emptiness, the void between worlds, and quickly recognized it. Was it this
place that boosted his powers? D'Arcy reached inside and felt magic rushing through
his veins, more substantial and with greater purity than he had ever
experienced.D'Arcy thought back to the tales of old, legendary mages and heroes who
through some serendipitous encounter had acquired ancient artifacts or gained
amazing ne powers, aiding them on their rise to greatness. And so it seemed that
he, too, had just had such an encounter.The stuff of legends, eh - D'Arcy thought
to himself. But the thought of fame and glory was fleeting, for sufficient unto the
day was the evil thereof. There was no telling how much time had passed since he
was thrown into the outer realms - it could have been hours, days, even years.
Dirak and Sephera must be waiting.D'Arcy moved his hand, and drew a familiar
pattern. The door of dimensions opened before him, and he stepped through into the
world beyond - the world from which he came from.
227F90A7FFDE8666_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
229C589536201ADD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
22A6CBF84AFCCF9E_## = Undercity
22A861C089F257E4_## = Surprisingly clean and tidy in his habits at home.
22BC79D4FBBAD2A3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
22C51750B89C5A6B_## = Lokheim
22C52FD8DBDB885D_## = Located south of Elborne Woods, the Seine Peninsula is the
base from which the elves control the Southern Sea. With Boiling Sea and Silent Sea
having been invaded by Lokheim, the Seine Peninsula has become an important
military stronghold.
231CC640DA8A0301_## = Mist Island
231D535084E7517C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2327C03A2DFDD1B6_## = Cresht Biography
232F9F0176764527_## = Traveling Companions
233B3251C69F1A8D_## = Zill Biography
2341ED4E0579CC1D_## = The Man of Steel
23698F0B77C3E857_## = Kingdom of Norman
238BC581C5BCEB57_## = Daughter of Landirr, High King of the Elves, Tel'Annas showed
an incredible talent for archery from a very young age. Her father granted her
Morning Star, greatest of the elven bows, and entrusted the forest and its people
to her.\nWhen the fire of Landirr's life went out Tel'Annas took the throne,
becoming the leader of the Afata Alliance. In the First Lokheim Invasion, it was an
arrow from Tel'Annas' bow that pierced the heart of Volkath, bringing down the dark
lord and ensuring the victory of Order, yet the power of darkness also overcame
her, and she fell into a deep slumber.\nRoused from her slumber in time for the
Second Lokheim Invasion, Tel'Annas led Afata to ally with the League of Humans and
Veda, joining forces against Lokheim.\nWith Volkath's resurrection imminent,
Tel'Annas has retreated to Afata with her people, preparing themselves for the
coming storm...
239F8025B4E612D2_## = Who holds the lowest status in the Moren family?
23ABE1DB26022C86_## = Teacher and Student
23E59BD42E67545A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
23F909AF0451E4D4_## = Dark Lord Reborn
23FE4C67F3354754_## = Loves strength training.
2429BB7C887F1DFE_## = History has always been written by victors.
24403D5B86447857_## = I am Veera, Queen of the Night.\nProve that you are the best,
the most cunning, most ruthless,\nthen you may kneel before me, and fight in my
name.
245E54F798AEC614_## = Kingdom of Norman
2492158C5C05350C_## = Chapter 3
249D0A759DF408D9_## = Xeniel
24BC80C5904F737F_## = Perhaps it's time for me to get over that person.
24E172004052CFE9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
250DFD67EC9BDC8C_## = 185cm
2514C97FD0340C29_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
25183404E3A673EE_## = 5 Aug
251C295205BD6B7D_## = Wisp Biography
2524FEFC2478ECD0_## = Don't you ever try to get away from me!
253CED0461C99C87_## = Dark Lord Reborn
254ECA71160689D4_## = Richter just got paid for escorting a caravan. What will he
do next?
25559A2ED8B5255A_## = Military and legal
2564654035BF2E1D_## = The entrance to Lokheim on Moonlit Plains was occupied by
abyssal beasts. Krizzix and two others approached it stealthily, under the cover of
vegetation.\n\n"Quiet!" Krizzix stopped. He had heard the rustling of footsteps on
fallen leaves. It was Kil'Groth, who huffed and swept the leaves aside with his
foot. Krizzix frowned and sighed. He would not have taken such a bothersome chore,
if not for his promise to his old friend, Y'bneth."Stay here. I'll scout ahead,"
whispered Krizzix. No protests. The other two members of the squad were not exactly
happy about Krizzix being in charge of the operation, but Krizzix was clearly the
best at moving without being seen. He moved out from cover and disappeared into the
surroundings.\n\n"Are we just gonna stay here?" Slimz took out a bottle of fruit
juice - Federation-made - and handed it to Kil'Groth.\n\nKil'Groth emptied the
bottle in one gulp, burped, and said, "any ideas?""While Ol' Bother's gone, we go
and take one of 'em back alive. Maybe we'll find something..." Slimz grinned. He
knew he had Kil'Groth hooked, for the latter could never resist an opportunity to
make some extra cash, even though they were here on an official mission. And there
was no shortage of buyers for the carcasses of abyssal beasts in the
Federation.\n\nHaving made up their mind, Kil'Groth and Slimz slowly crept towards
the Abyssal beasts roaming on the edges. Then one of them awoke with an earth-
shaking roar, almost causing Krizzix to jump from his hiding spot. The next thing
he saw was a dark blue figure engaging the beast."Damn those idiots!" Krizzix
cursed and dashed towards the battle. He had to get those two fools out of the fray
before abyssal beasts surrounded them.\n\nKrizzix was quick, but not before the
other beasts awoke, surrounding Slimz and Kil'Groth in a fury of claws and
fangs.\n\nKrizzix did not join in the fray, but rather circled around the battle to
get behind the beasts. Frontal combat was not Krizzix's forte, but there was a
reason why he was appointed leader of this expedition, and a vortex of magical
energies soon began to form.\n\n"Hey! Over here!" The abyssal beasts did not have
much time to be surprised by Krizzix's sudden appearance, for they soon found
themselves dragged into the air by the vortex.\n\n"Quick! I can't keep them up
there for long," yelled Krizzix as he made his way to his squad and cast a magic
halo that covered the three of them, completely camouflaging them. "Follow me, and
let's get the hell out of here."
257EAAC4D71F614D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2615B32A3286D5AD_## = Seine Harbor
2623B57733DB2C7C_## = Federation of the Free
2651407B752B7C97_## = Jinnar Biography
2667B1D8E12574B7_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
between Okka, Norman and Verno Forest, and it borders the Moonlit Plains. The
tunnels beneath lead into the Abyss.
2679AA23A460E953_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
267DED392AD512BF_## = Krixi
267FCE9492EDBEB2_## = Tulen
268008DB542CE9C2_## = Asked for D'Arcy's help to write a love letter when pursuing
Sephera
2691045D1B3AF8B1_## = The entrance to the Abyss is a gap in the earth between the
northern and southern hemispheres of Athanor. The southern hemisphere is a frozen
land where the sun does not shine. Most of the demons live deep in the Abyss, kept
warm by rampant dark energy.
26B0C5D8F0A54609_## = Pink
26C3CFD625AC2BE2_## = Hayate
271A0BCEB6BE4956_## = Failure is not an option
2729ACA94B985006_## = Apprentice
2755321A56792325_## = Located south of Black Rock Redoubt, Nightmare Fort is the
center of Lokheim's magical research, transforming humans and other creatures into
powerful mutants. The screams coming from its depths never stop.
280F19B8C301459B_## = Grakk was known for his brutality. As the executioner, he
shackled imprisoned souls, and tore open the offending souls with his teeth to
torture them. He had to pay a steep price for this though. The price was that he
could no longer digest any food other than souls. He needed to devour souls to
satisfy his constant hunger. \n\nTo stave off hunger during times of peace, he had
to ask for help from Zephys and Nakroth; the former harvested souls while the
latter passed judgment. All guilty souls became his food. After the war broke out,
in return for Grakk's strength, Maloch promised Grakk that he could do whatever he
wanted with the enemies he captured.\n\nThe never-ending feast turned Grakk into a
war maniac. With every fresh soul consumed, his power grew. He turned all of the
things he could not eat into the Fallen to capture more food for him.\n\n"I…
hunger…"
2814D4192EF9E764_## = Afata
281BD0C8AA4BC24A_## = Annette
283AED0198EA9A35_## = Omen
284491824BE55BB4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
28A43E72BB3C209D_## = Wisp
28B0F6F1F988BA05_## = Best friend of Dirak's. In contrast to Dirak's explosive
temper, D'Arcy is an introvert. Their friendship blossomed after both of them
realized that they have the same outlook for magic during one of their battles.
28B201631E5B7482_## = Chapter 11
28B85DB73C90380A_## = Volkath
28CDC19E79933AC5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
28E88273DB6D0F94_## = D'Arcy
28FBFC9396B326D7_## = Sunfall Valley
290C0FBD781FB4E5_## = 180cm
29214D44870E4E02_## = Once a humble seaside village on the southern border of Okka,
Ostia's location made it an ideal port for the burgeoning maritime trade. Today, it
is Okka's wealthiest and most important port city.
292722AEA4787824_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2971AF305615BE7E_## = 1 Jan
2971D2A9CEF650F3_## = Wonder Woman
29778862FB565D83_## = The cycle charge was a tactic commonly used by heavy cavalry,
but it typically took time for a cavalry formation to regroup and reform before
they could charge again.Not so the Blood Knights, which not only kept an
unfathomably tight formation in their charge, but also seemed to have the uncanny
skill to change direction on a dime, charging time after time in close succession,
without losing the slightest bit of cohesion. Back and forth they mowed through the
Silverwing ranks, and one after another the Okka knights fell.The cries of horses
waned, while the roar of hellsteeds waxed. The Blood Knights replaced their horses
with these native creatures of the abyss when they joined Lokheim. Slightly smaller
than Shor horses, these fierce creatures had an incredibly tough constitution,
sharp fangs and claws, and could be trained to be far more disciplined than even
the best horse.That was not to say that Shor horses were necessarily inferior, for
they were bigger and stronger, but the Blood Knights also had the edge in skill and
tactics, and they utilized the terrain to great effect. Shaken and in disarray, the
Silverwing knights had no hope of mounting an effective resistance.The Order of
Silverwing consisted of the best knights in the Kingdom of Okka. But the Blood
Knights dominated the rest of the Okka army in their mortal lives, and their
transformation in Lokheim only made them stronger and faster, and they tore through
the Silverwing knights and their Hoofed allies like hot knife through butter.Harold
had seen many battles, and his fair share of defeats among them. But he never felt
such sheer hopelessness as he watched men and Hoofed fall one by one before his
eyes.Once more the Blood Knights turned, and the Silverwing knights, though
battered, rallied to Harold's banner and stood their ground. Not one man tried to
flee, even under such desperate circumstances.Harold turned to his second-in-
command and said sternly, "Herbert, go and tell the prince what happened!""But
captain!" Herbert tried to protest.Harold did not give him the opportunity to do
so. The highly respected captain of the royal guard grabbed the younger knight's
shoulder and said, "Listen, boy! I don't need you here, but I need you to bring
word back to Lord Arthur, or die trying. Do you understand?"Herbert gulped and
nodded. Harold gave him a shove so hard that even the big and strong Shor horse
stumbled."Now get the hell out of here."Then the older knight's eyes softened, and
he added, "If you make it, tell my wife and children I love them."He and the rest
of his knights raised their swords high and faced their doom, before they were
swept beneath the blood red wave.The Silverwing knights were annihilated that day,
along with 300 Hoofed warriors.Herbert made about a mile before he was overtaken by
Nakroth. He fell with his eyes wide staring into the south, towards the ancient
battlefield that Arthur was about to advance into....Arthur and the rest of the
Okka and allied forces marched across the western plains of Sunfall Valley, towards
the ancient battlefield.While Arthur and Klaus spoke, the guards formed a wide ring
around them, preventing their conversation from being overheard."Time to drop the
charade, Klaus," said Arthur."What do you mean, my prince?" Klaus smiled.Arthur
showed no anger on his impassive face and spoke matter-of-factly. "Are we really
here to stop Volkath's resurrection, or does Lady Ilumia have other plans? If it
was the former, an assault by a few Archons would do more than an army like this.
If it was the latter, I deserve to know what they are."Klaus looked at Arthur with
surprised eyes. "Why would you think so, my prince? You yourself saw the battle
between Maloch and Lord Tulen. Lokheim's defenses are not so easily
breached.""Enough." Arthur waved off Klaus' explanation. "Yes, I saw the battle and
I could tell that Lord Tulen was not supporting our attack, but simply preventing
Maloch from interfering. Same for Lord Enzo and Lord Jinna - they were merely here
to hold off Zephys, not help the army."Klaus was silent as Arthur continued, "We
both know that the fate of Okka is inextricably linked with Veda's." He looked the
priest in the eye. "Lady Ilumia's word is my will. But I deserve to know this -
what exactly are we fighting for?"Klaus sighed. "I'm sorry, my prince, but I am not
at liberty to tell you all that I know. All I can say is this: We are not sending
warriors to die in vain, but hoping to force Lokheim to commit their full strength.
Whether it is the demons or Corrupted that you face, you must face them head-on and
give all that you have, at any cost. Lady Ilumia will take care of the rest.""At
any cost?" Arthur frowned and he glared at Klaus."At any cost," answered Klaus
firmly.
2982F8122DC79BDE_## = Battle of Rime Pass
298C9E08C75ADD20_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
298EAED795D87A4D_## = Nightfall is when Annette's work of the day begins.\n\nMagic
wand? Check. Crystal ball? Check. Energizing potions? Check—those had become a
necessity ever since she nodded off that one time in the middle of the night. Fully
prepared, Annette exited her minimalist but cozy attic and emerged under the starry
night skies, where she silently surveyed the sleepy little seaside town.\n\nSeasoul
Town is surrounded by the ocean on three sides. For the past few decades, typhoons
and tsunamis had been abundant due to the weather changes brought by the currents
and the Abyssal Rift. The fishermen had been praying for decades that the Magic
Council would send over a powerful sorcerer to aid them, yet the few sorcerers
remaining never had time for this border town with its meager population,
especially when the frontline in the south was facing increasingly severe attacks.
The town had, therefore, become a location for apprentice sorcerers to try their
hand at magic instead.\n\n"The fishermen here need me!"\n\nInstead of choosing to
intern with the Humans or in another prosperous city, Annette arrived alone at
Seasoul Town. Having studied Wind Magic and Astrology, this apprentice sorcerer was
an excellent choice for dealing with the weather problems. She was capable of
spotting even the smallest signs in the complicated stars to predict typhoons, and
could easily notify the fishermen to be prepared before weather disasters
occurred.\n\nHowever, what the fishermen were really looking for was a legendary
sorcerer who could repel disasters with their magic, which Annette was not—she
couldn't technically even use her magic, in fact, for apprentices were not
permitted to do so outside of Academy grounds. Therefore, instead of a respectable
sorcerer, the fishermen saw Annette as a silly girl who spouted nonsense, even if
her weather predictions over the past fifty days had always been on the spot, with
only two incorrect forecasts marring her records.\n\nOne of those errors occurred
on a sunny day, where she predicted a storm. The fishermen, boats parked and
windows barred, stayed inside for the whole day, until the sun came up the next
morning, and they realized Annette was incorrect.\n\nThe other time was when
Annette fell asleep at midnight. The night sky showed signs of sunny weather before
she dozed off, and she did not see the changes in the stars during her exhausted
slumber. The storm came the next evening and the fishermen on their way back to
shore were caught off guard, struggling in the waves with their boats of fresh
catches. Fortunately, the storm was not a big one, and Annette was able to help a
little to compensate for her mistake. It was a bit of a scare for everyone, but at
least there were no casualties.\n\nThe two mistakes, however, led to multiple
complaints against Annette. As the Academy was an educational organization directly
under the Council, it was important for them to uphold the honor and credibility of
both the Council and the school itself. The professors, therefore, sent orders for
Annette to return to school and retake her classes.\n\nAs a result, this was
Annette's final night at work.\n\nIf you asked Annette, she didn't exactly like the
idea of leaving. Though the attic she was staying in, hastily provided by poor
fishermen, was much less comfortable than the Academy dorms, she felt at home
there. What's more, before arriving in town, she promised herself to use her magic
to help those in need, and she still hadn't quite fulfilled that promise yet.\n\nAs
a novice, Annette actually did quite a good job. Astrology is no simple subject,
and a 4% error rate was rather impressive. However, Annette herself understood that
a 4% error rate on paper was completely different from a 4% error rate in real
life. To the fishermen, the 4% error rate could mean death.\n\nGazing up into the
night sky, dotted with stars big and small, Annette recalled the encounter years
ago.\n\nIt was night, and Annette was in the library. She was the only one there,
besides a lady with kind eyes. She knew she had to study hard, for despite
excelling in Magic Theory, she was failing her field courses, and failing badly. At
the end of the semester, she was the only one in her entire class who still could
not cast a proper magic spell. This, she was all too aware, could very well get her
expelled.\n\nShe tried to seek answers in books, but nothing seemed to help. Seeing
the encouraging eyes of the lady, she finally decided to ask her for advice.\n\n"I
once had a friend who was horrible at Magic Theory—yet he's one of the best
sorcerers I've ever met," the lady said.\n\nAnnette stared, mouth agape.\n\nThe
woman smiled. "Like you, I was shocked, so I spied on him to see how he usually
practices his magic. And what do you think I saw? My friend was dancing in the
flames, much like a fire-loving fairy. He danced with abandon, as if the flames
were his whole world."\n\n"True magic is not simply words. Burying yourself in
books all day will not bring you closer to the truth. You should become friends
with magic so that it is willing to help you when you need it."\n\nYears later,
Annette finally found out the identity of that mystery woman at an award ceremony.
Sephera was one of the founders of the Magic Council, and a legend. As Annette
accepted the trophy from Sephera, the lady's wise words were replaying in her head:
"Become friends with magic, and use it to help the people in need."\n\nThat was
what originally brought Annette to Seasoul Town.\n\nAll of a sudden, there seemed
to be something going on in the stars. Annette watched on in horror when the
darkest Death Star, for a brief second, shined pale purple and faded away again.
Just a mere second, but Annette's sharp eyes managed to capture it. A tempest was
brewing—a tempest born from the Rift far away was gradually taking over the
oceans.\n\nRuthless. Deadly.\n\n"My friend, I need your help now!" With impending
doom on the horizon, Annette opted to ignore the orders of the Academy. She hopped
onto her broom and soared towards the storm like a fearless knight.\n\nThe next
morning, the fishermen awakened to see their boats in tatters. Annette laid on the
ground, completely exhausted. Though the townspeople did not see Annette's
courageous actions, they could still guess from the sight in front of them what she
had been through the previous night. "What a great sorcerer!" they said. Being
ignorant, they had almost sent away their most loyal ally—but luckily she was still
right here with them.\n\nThere was still time, though, to repent.\n\nThe apprentice
sorcerer, there to replace Annette, was told to leave by the fishermen. He had no
idea what was happening, but the Mayor gave him a handwritten letter of gratitude,
complete with the handprints of all the fishermen, to bring back to the Academy.
The Mayor not only praised Annette for what she had done, but also recommended that
the Academy promote her to the role of Official Sorcerer.\n\nHe also revealed
another piece of news: the fishermen of Seasoul were planning to build a magical
spire for Annette. They were but a small town lacking funds and manpower, yet they
still pledged to see this project through even if it would take three generations
to complete, for Annette had already promised them that she was there to stay for
good.\n\nNow, whenever the Mayor mentions Annette in letters, he adds a title to
convey his respect.\n\nLord Annette.\n
29A316749940CD71_## = 2 Dec
29A689180F9B946B_## = Zill's abilities have many uses, such as:
29BA930924FF386C_## = 9 Jan
29E71074D4726615_## = I'll stand taller than any of you.
29EC0437FB7AE51A_## = What bad luck! I've run out of money again. What now?
2A12A9071C801021_## = Paine draws a clear line between love and hate. Which of
these heroes does he hate more?
2A51EE693AD465DC_## = Amily is a traitor.\n\nIn her last trial, she worked with
three other candidates and killed more than ten supervisors, including the
instructor. The four traitors paid a high price and were drenched in blood.
However, this was just the beginning. Soon after they left the scene, they had to
go into hiding in order to escape from the organization.\n\nAmily did not have to
do that. She could have become the next top assassin in "Shadow Hand" by simply
following the orders of the organization and slay all other competitors in the
trial. The leader of the organization, Quillen, favored her and even promised her a
glamorous public identity with fame, wealth and power.\n\nAs an orphan, Amily could
not have asked for more, but she chose to escape from all of this. It was not just
for the freedom she had always longed for, but more for her belief that her long-
lost younger sister is still waiting for her somewhere in the world. She had
thought about asking the organization for help, and put extraordinary effort in her
training to give her more leverage, but gave up the idea.\n\nThe Hands of Shadow is
not a charity. They gather orphans from war, famine and disasters, provide them
with food, lodging and cruel training. They fight and kill one another to become
"seeds", so they can be turned into deadly and obedient killing machines.\n\nThere
is no place for emotion in the organization. Amily learned it from the scar on her
waist. In her first trial, she stood in front of a friend to protect him, but he
stabbed her in return. \n\nSince then, she kept to herself and became quieter, more
cautious and diligent. In return, she was able to survive every trial and earn the
organization’s favor.\n\nMany supervisors also trusted Amily for her hatred against
the non-humans. She lost her family and everything else because her homeland was
destroyed by the Lokheim demons. The orc legions and Demigods of the Veda were not
innocent, either. As an organization extremists, the Shadow Hand is determined to
eliminate all non-humans that pose threats to humans. They thought an orphan like
Amily would be easily brain-washed. In fact, she did agree with some of their
teachings, but she had always retained some sense of humanity, thanks to her
longing for her sister.\n\nAmily made a promise in front of her dying parents that
she would find her sister. Ten years had passed since then, she lived in shadow and
her hands dripped with the blood of her peers. She learned to build a wall around
her heart, and she never forgot that promise. It was like a seed, and each time
Amily mourned her parents, missed her sister, longed for freedom or survived
another trial, the seed would grow. \n\nSo, with all the skills and endurance
developed over the years, she has shattered her shackles.\n\n"Freedom tastes
great!"\n
2A90CAE6F9CF4638_## = Prepare for the worst and for the best.
2AB49D4D87DD9625_## = She wanted to protect her dignity
2ABDDFC9352CA3AA_## = Murad's coming-of-age ceremony
2AC15B604DB6A0F7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2AC9F694203DB56F_## = Wiro
2ACCCCC46E1A2034_## = A long voyage to sea is no laughing matter,\n\nso pull your
own weight.\n\nAnyone who doesn't fear the sea will die a terrible death,\n\nso get
yourself ready for the sail!
2AD1331D337C4DD5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
2ADC219EE55013D3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2AFD9A9D1392FD22_## = Magister's Council
2B55AE6772BFB38B_## = Losing things is a regular occurrence.
2B8AB97091998823_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2B8B5FFEEA8EECB0_## = Yena Biography
2B945E212F5912CC_## = Convergence
2B96F2558C5544B7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2C1DF548B9D98820_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2C23CAEF5909C70D_## = I have seen the best of the world, and fallen into its worst.
But my faith in the Light has never changed, and I shall be its shield to whatever
end.
2C3A45D171B44913_## = Richter
2C518B9AC93D7D7C_## = Fennik
2C591A51D7A298E6_## = Volkath
2C7929C8C067F670_## = If you board my ship, you're mine!
2CE44F3605F7EE9B_## = Familiar with the seas, able to understand marine animals
2CE73E2FCD6C02F4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2CEA2B6CB81DACA9_## = Talkings to the souls in the Soul Lamp
2D1BD9A75173AB01_## = Always the first to rise in the morning.
2D22CC4152BBEEA7_## = His biggest worry is coming up with drinking money.
2D32164816335546_## = The Ronin
2D50E6C5B08772A4_## = Queen's Guard
2D70D2974EA865B5_## = The Crescent Maiden
2D78A1E03B824DBE_## = Paine
2D7D6F8FCA345A85_## = Fight a magic and candy duel with Alice
2D99370110108945_## = 24 Nov
2DA460344DC9BC6B_## = A covenant with Primal Night, Maniara
2DABCC2F0AF863C9_## = The Black Apostate
2DB1F83EEA97405F_## = When Lu Bu was but a boy, a jealous warlord killed his
father, in an attempt to win his mother’s affection. However, when the warlord came
after Lu Bu, his mother fled. The warlord’s men gave chase and Lu Bu’s mother could
not outrun them. Lu Bu’s mother sustained several mortal wounds on her flight, but
her love for her son enabled her to somehow make her way to a river.\n\nA dragon
heard the sobs of Lu Bu’s mother and appeared from the river. The woman begged the
dragon to take her son and protect him. The dragon told her that he could only take
one of his own kind. She begged and pleaded. Finally, the dragon assented. However,
there was an issue; this would curse Lu Bu to share part of his blood with the race
of dragons, and that was not something that should be entered into lightly. With
her dying breaths, Lu Bu’s mother accepted the dragon’s terms.\n\nThe dragon’s
breath of fire vanquished the warlord’s men, and then he vanished with Lu Bu into
the river below. Under the tutelage of the dragon that Lu Bu came to call father,
the boy transformed into a man of some renown. The Dragon Father taught Lu Bu the
ancient ways and arts of combat and tactics and gave him armor that was made from a
dragon’s scales. Lu Bu loved the Dragon Father dearly, but his guardian had
nefarious plans for Lu Bu.\n\nThe Dragon Father preyed on Lu Bu’s hatred of the
warlord that slaughtered his family, and used this anger to poison him against all
humanity. He knew that Lu Bu could become the perfect bridge to his own rule over
the world of man.\n\nWhen Lu Bu was finally released into the world, his first
course of action was to hunt down the warlord. Lu Bu stole out from the riverlands
and descended upon the warlord’s sleeping camp. His might was unparalleled and his
ability to create and manipulate fire allowed him to slaughter every last one of
the men in the warlord’s camp, saving the warlord for last.\n\nAs he approached the
warlord, the man he hated most of all, something quite unexpected happened. A young
handmaiden stepped in front of Lu Bu. She carried with her the grace of the
nightingales and seemed to have the ferocity of a lion. This was Diaochan, the
maiden of whom one day poets would write about. Floored by her beauty and
tenderness, Lu Bu’s heart was no longer his own: it belonged to
Diaochan.\n\nDiaochan convinced Lu Bu to follow her away from this place of death,
and he willingly followed her into an enchanted grove. Diaochan could sense the
fire inside of Lu Bu, and spent several weeks quelling the fires of his rage. As Lu
Bu relinquished his anger, Diaochan realized that her heart was no longer her own:
it belonged to Lu Bu.\n\nThe two lived in peace and happiness for a time, until the
day the Dragon Father descended upon the grove. He was furious that Diaochan had
taken his prize; her meddling had deterred his plans of domination. He reprimanded
Lu Bu in front of his love, demanding that he abandon whatever dreams this harlot
had filled his head with. The Dragon Father commanded Lu Bu to return with him to
the fray to fulfill his destiny.\n\nFor the first time in his life, Lu Bu denied
his adopted father. He had seen rage, and he had seen love, and he chose love. This
disturbed the Dragon Father greatly, and he lamented putting so much into such a
wasted cause. Fire exploded from his nostrils as he pounced on Lu Bu, but the
Dragon Father met his match in the form of the Dragon Born. The Dragon Father was
able to gain the upper hand, briefly, but Diaochan rushed forward to place her hand
upon Lu Bu, and a surge of power flooded his body. Together, they killed the great
dragon, and in doing so earned their freedom.\n\nWhen the smoke cleared, Lu Bu and
Diaochan were left to roam the highlands together. The legend of Lu Bu drew many to
their cause, and he has become one of the greatest warlords in all Athanor. As long
as Diaochan is by his side, he is invincible.
2DBA05F37E16089F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2DD17350798360BC_## = Light of Veda
2DD4553C3D4B8193_## = Cloud Palace
2DE4BAEDC3D7369A_## = The laziest among the Big Three of the Mage
2DEFC2F24AC95B6B_## = Omen
2E2939B2070A4123_## = Shadow Worms devour flesh and blood, and pass on the
lifeforce absorbed to their mistress.
2E6C583E295AFC24_## = Veda
2E8BE1F3FADDF86A_## = Horizon Sea
2E8E0A46A643F13D_## = Roxie
2EA524D5DBA61557_## = Total victory is what we must seek. Let us fight side by
side, and explore the art of war.
2EAA5988CA2CC9AB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2EBEFFE66F947C21_## = The Trinity
2EEC0EB701DF4DE3_## = Zill saw Tel'Annas for the first time at her coronation
ceremony. She was young, yet charismatic and vigorous, so different from the other
elven nobles. And without realizing it, he found his gaze drawn to her whenever the
opportunity presented itself...
2EEDF3D4C7A5BC34_## = The Kunoichi
2F150898AD81C684_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
2F29C495AC7E28FB_## = Richter met Eland'orr on his travels, and greatly admired the
elf's poetic skills. They quickly became friends.
2F2E302CF1818A7F_## = 8 May
2F47583BC65D904E_## = Volkath was always first
2F7CB754495E7B1C_## = Tel'Annas stood unmoving and lifted her eyes to the sky. Her
loyal mountain eagle continued to climb, its flesh shredded by the innumerable
Shadow Worms that still clung to it, their black now mixed with red blood.The great
eagle took one glance at the ground. Seeing that the elven queen was safe, it cried
loudly in triumph and in farewell, then spread its wings one last time, riding upon
the winds and through the dark clouds that covered the valley, so that its final
memory would be of the glorious sun shining bright, which no evil could truly
dim."This is no time to mourn, my queen." Y'bneth's low, rumbling voice was gentle,
but firm."I know." Tel'Annas looked back towards the carnage left behind by the
battle, and her eyes were strong and resolute. "Not one Shadow Worm shall leave
this valley alive this day!"
2F864BF2B994987D_## = Probe
2F8920A71D963EDB_## = Azzen'Ka Biography
2F8EFD69E5607E7A_## = Krizzix
2FBD55C3B2BDB63E_## = No turning back, no turning aside.\nCharge, and conquer the
world!
2FD4A34FE6370DE9_## = Seduce the bandits and steal their water
303C0D65F8BBF8EE_## = Tulen
3066A957668773AA_## = Elven Queen
309045C8EB7344D8_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
30A80B188B74585F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
30B60F07FDAED050_## = Astrid
30D46C7ED5388252_## = Kingdom of Okka
30F1AA79EEF1B821_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
30F234C8B9982A8B_## = Afata
31014ACAEDAB1330_## = The Lovers
31266DE885EA5A59_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
312B3FA59250BA6C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3130BFA697223CD5_## = Puffy hair is more suitable for a machine tinkerer
3136CB89B692A770_## = Are you allergic to pets? Of course not!\nDo you love pink?
Of course!\nYou're my friend, and you're Furball's friend, for ever and ever!
314F5258CF4EAE9E_## = Allain
3191DA10537F66CD_## = Enzo
319D472212091715_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
31A68DDFB38E8BDA_## = Dark Lord Reborn
31AEDCD63F2EEEC4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
31DD9AF2524C5086_## = Control a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200>{1}/{2}</color>
31E71692E0C159B5_## = Fighting? Killing? I say we hit the bed, and sleep till
morning. We'll think about the future when it comes.
31ED66A5A61B31CF_## = The Speed Demon
3204D95DEE364101_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3228FA02032B1655_## = Shadow Hand
324FCAF2D404A662_## = The Dragoon
3252D41D5471C3AF_## = Prologue
325430F7E34825D4_## = Moren Biography
325C09B3DB2E3D45_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
325E08C4AABD3BEC_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
32CA32DD6645F1AB_## = Errol
33092CDC52BE41E7_## = Diaochan
331FA3C6C427EBB4_## = 20 Sep
333B9303E5881F8C_## = Cares little for people other than the queen.
338EE9822764F9B2_## = Sea of Light
33936BAFF560A402_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
339C66F5A12F188F_## = Imaginary Enemy
33CB2C7486CCE5D0_## = He wears a mask not to conceal his identity, but because
pollens make him sneeze.
33E191A1CF94C820_## = Zephys
342515E0BC5AEBFD_## = Ryoma Biography
34289DCEB611D4CE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
343A246F853200DA_## = Most demons avoid the Shadow Valley, fearing Omen's wrath.
345161628206AC1C_## = Elven Queen
3451BB71312FCAF1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
34744744551FAFC1_## = Darkwings were banished by the World Tree.\nSince the day he
was born, Zata had led a wandering existence, and could only watch in envy as those
around him enjoyed lives of freedom and love. His childhood was defined by constant
hunger, never knowing where his next meager meal would come from.\nThat was until
his father, their kind and resolute chief, led the last hundred or so of his people
to force their way onto Mt. Orphean, finally bringing their years of miserable
drifting to an end. However, the attitudes of both the Church at the foot of the
mountain and Veda at the summit towards the Darkwings were no different from that
of the World Tree.\n\nThe Darkwings' original sin was to be tainted by the power of
the Abyss, but if Zata's ancestors had not protected the World Tree, they never
would have become corrupted by the power that seeps from the Abyssal
Rift.\nReplacing his sick father, the new chieftain Zata had no choice but to
compromise—the Darkwings' wings would be shackled, depriving them of the freedom to
fly. The reason, as explained by Veda, was that this was the only way to inhibit
the effect that the Abyssal power had on them. It was only by agreeing to this
condition that they would be permitted to remain.\nStability had suddenly returned
to their lives, yet Zata did not feel secure or settled. On the contrary, their
fettered abilities and the scarcity of land and resources constantly reminded him
that the fate of his people was completely in the hands of others.\nBut Zata had no
choice; he had done all he could. At least none of their children or elderly
starved to death during the last winter.\nAs long as there are children, there is
hope for the future; as long as a society has its elderly, there is a sense of
cohesion.\nThe young Zata took it upon himself to shoulder responsibility for his
people's future. He may not have been the strongest among them, but he was highly
skilled and cool-headed, qualities which quickly made him stand out from his peers.
After undergoing a series of tests, the Templar Knights sent him an
invitation.\nThe words in the letter were clear: a Darkwing could never be a true
Templar Knight, but if Zata could complete their training, he would be eligible to
accept quests issued by the holy city. The payment for such quests would not be
substantial, but it could go some way to improving things for his people.\n\nAfter
arranging for his duties to be fulfilled in his absence, Zata set off alone for the
holy city early the next morning. He would not return for several years.\nAlthough
Zata did not make a name for himself, the high-ranking members of the Church and
Veda all knew that an outstanding young Darkwing had joined the knights. On many
occasions, tricky problems that the Church could not handle were resolved thanks to
Zata's intervention.\nTherefore, when Veda asked the Church to send someone to
undertake a highly important quest, Zata was the first person they
recommended.\nThe recommendation was accepted, and Zata was summoned to Veda to
discuss the details in person. Upon meeting Tulen, Zata did not maintain a hunched,
subservient posture. Instead, after bowing once, he stood up straight and managed
to talk Tulen into removing the shackles from his people, on one condition: he
completes the quest to Tulen's satisfaction.\nAs Zata turned and left Veda, he
swore to himself: "Even if it costs me my life, I will complete this quest!"\n
347F8766B447791B_## = Omega
34932428F35FA208_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
34A01A993896A321_## = Located east of Mt. Orphean, the Iron Mountains are known for
their rich ore reserves and outstanding craftsmen. But many of its inhabitants have
migrated from the area, leaving behind abandoned mines and boundaries.
34B346DA6CEF64CB_## = Lumburr
34BA1D7E1BFB4A3B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
34D389863144B825_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
34DB8691D551D47B_## = Repairing the Artifacts
34F22946BA0473E9_## = A Playboy
35287CB70BEA1842_## = Verno Forest
353A425260A92196_## = Tel'Annas
3569D0E82F66ED66_## = Free Federation's No. 1 Bachelor
3598F5B98A7CA788_## = Ilumia always came second in Veda because...
35A451A02177C9B2_## = His booming laughter is his signature
35B6C2B25AECCC35_## = Born to an ordinary family in South Norman, Annette was
accepted into the Magic Academy through tireless studies. She was sent to Seasoul
Town as her internship, but the people of the town distrusted this inexperienced
mage, and a few mistakes predicting the weather almost resulted in her recall to
the Academy. But on the eve of her departure she predicted a coming storm, and
single-handedly saved the town from destruction, earning her the trust of the
people.\n\nToday, Annette continues to be stationed at Seasoul Town, now recognized
as a full-fledged mage.
35BE13E58B1519F4_## = The loss of his wings was a blow to his self-esteem.
35DD252624B3712E_## = Death Bay
35DDF8B494B6A2AF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
35DE03C6D29E8479_## = Lu Bu
35F90570C03E434B_## = Founder of the Magister's Council
362120B403226D8D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
363FDAA629556785_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3669BC579E97E0B6_## = Omega
366AE2C5D8D8E8C6_## = Omen lives alone in Shadow Valley, where even demons fear to
tread.
3678D09F28A2FA46_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
368AAC6598ACD237_## = Located in a natural bay formed between Elborne Woods and
Seine Peninsula, Seine Harbor has become an important military port, connecting
Elborne Woods and Verno Valley.
3694F9EB23DF5937_## = Lokheim lord, grand marshal
369750982581CFC7_## = 20 Nov
36A6A725477D7158_## = Kingdom of Norman
36AF688E7C9DD97A_## = The loyal Kriknak would do anything and give everything for
his mistress. He is the ideal sandbag for the mercurial Marja.
36BBFB8432C7354C_## = Kingdom of Okka
36CD52FD8C13533A_## = Her favorite event is the arrival of new books at the
National Library every Wednesday.
36DF9CE8141B025B_## = Silverwing Castle
36EDAF55AB5E76EA_## = Loves to dress up. Valhein knows best how expensive her
outfit is.
36F008855BD27744_## = "A messenger of death who lurks amongst the souls. An
assassin who is concealed in the shadows."\n\nIt was difficult to say if Kriknak
belonged to the living or the dead, because this being roamed freely amidst tombs,
absorbing power by sucking out the essence of rotten souls, and yet it also had a
body of flesh and its own soul. Of course, Kriknak was not concerned by matters
such as life or death. The only thing it cared about was the orders from its
master, Marja the Ash Weaver.\n\nAs Marja's devoted servant, there was nothing
Kriknak was unwilling to do for its master. Even when it meant facing Claves Sancti
in the hands of Thane himself, Kriknak stood strong in front of its master and used
its proud horns to block any blow that came forth. These horns ended up being
ruthlessly cleaved away by Thane, but Kriknak's loyalty was rewarded through
Marja's trust and gifts.\n\nMarja, in turn, reluctantly pulled off a horn to treat
Kriknak's severely depleted energies, and transplanted them by infusing it with
powerful spiritual energy. As the new horns took hold, the souls of Kriknak and
Marja converged completely.\n\nEven if they were separated by a thousand miles,
Kriknak would always know what its master was thinking, and would spare no effort
to complete any task it was assigned to.
371A52F75B143253_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
37309C56D416A54D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
373B81D92A683231_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3744BD747251EC20_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
37772FC502D1B7BD_## = The Shadow Prison lay at the southwest foothills of Mt.
Orphean. Marja lay in the deepest reaches of the pit where the sun never shined,
and she no longer remembered how much time she had spent there.\nTen years? Fifty?
Five hundred? Did it matter?\nCountless Shadow Worms covered her body, slowly but
surely eroding her flesh, her powers, her soul. There was not a inch on her body
that was intact, and in many places the flesh had been eaten away, revealing the
white bone underneath."My Lady, you should not see this..."\nShe heard a door
opening, and then someone stand before her, looking down at her wordlessly. It was
Ilumia.\n"By the Light, what a sight. I am here to tell you...forsake Volkath and
swear your everlasting loyalty to Veda, and I will absolve you of your
sins."\nMarja laughed, inasmuch as the strangled voice she made could be called
laughter. It seemed hundreds of years did nothing to cure Ilumia's arrogance.
"Ab...solve? Who do you...think...you are?"\nIlumia sighed. Before her eyes lay a
black mass, more dead than alive, its former form barely recognizable. Marja's wit
and intelligence once enthralled Volkath, but now she was less than a shadow of her
former self, with nothing but hatred in her eyes.\nIlumia turned and left. The
guard was right. She should not see this.Eat...eat...\nFeast yourself...fill
yourself...\nAs if answering Marja's summons, the Shadow Worms ate away at her
physically and metaphysically, hungrily devouring her powers.\nThen a strange scene
happened. Having eaten their fill, the fat and bloated Shadow Worms split open with
a thousand cracks, and from inside them emerged an ominous purple light that
illuminated what was left of Marja. A black fog emerged from Marja, swallowing the
light, and all was still again.\nThe alarmed guards flocked to the spot, but saw
nothing out of the ordinary. It was as though nothing had happened.\nThen one of
the guards cried in terror, "Her face! Look at her face!"\nBy the light of their
torches they saw the dried and lifeless skin on Marja's face peel off like old
paint, and before their very eyes fresh skin and flesh reconstituted themselves
into a new face.\nMarja reached up with her hand and touched her cheeks, now smooth
as new as though hundreds of years of ordeal never happened. "And what about my
face? Do you not like it?"\n"Quick! Unleash the Shadow Worms!"\nThe guards chanted
their ancient incantations, but they saw no reaction from the Shadow Worms. For
over the centuries Marja slowly assimilated the power that Volkath left in her, and
now the Shadow Worms had become part of herself.\n"Are you hungry, my children? Go,
feast to your hearts' delight."\nFrom inside Marja Shadow Worms innumerable went
forth, burying the guards before they had the time to scream. In the blink of an
eye they were gone - the Shadow Worms had devoured them completely, skin, flesh and
bone, and not even their clothing remained.Marja smiled. It felt good to be free.
For too long she had sought even the slightest bit of sunlight in this dark pit,
but only the abyss gazed back at her. She had screamed, cried, despaired, hated the
disgusting worms, feared the unfamiliar power within her, and resented the one who
defiled her.\nBut she would seek the light no more. She would fear the darkness no
more. Henceforth she would reach out, and embrace it.\n\n- The End -
379A15BBC44348BE_## = Purifying Blade
37AD7A52308BECDA_## = She has never failed in a mission.
37C94C08934E0DAA_## = Quillen Biography
37CD877D8603BBB2_## = There's no one else like me in Lokheim!
37E2D72485161F16_## = Which of the following heroes was not adopted by Moren?
37E33361CBC6C602_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
37E8EA0934B0F4D1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3815924112A217B1_## = Although she didn't understand a thing, she liked it very
much
3816E58322B542A9_## = The Seer
3830D0596C34946F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
383304DE87755903_## = Montes
38523FE32557262A_## = I want one big dog, and lots of cats.
38593C40617C3B35_## = Maelstrom
387DC817BE8A633C_## = "So, you expected me to fail?" Hayate said wryly."Hope for
the best and plan for the worst, that's all," replied Mganga."But you know I won’t
join you. All I wanted was to keep Mist Island out of the coming war. I didn’t get
the Dragon Blood that I promised, and now I never will… I’m of no use to you, or to
anyone for that matter.""The Queen’s orders are to bring you back safely. Her plans
for you are not for me to reveal, but fear not – a bottle of water may be worthless
at the riverside, but worth its weight in gold in the desert. Your value is not for
yourself to decide.""Perhaps..." Hayate closed his eyes and let his mind and body
relax. Both had been stretched to the limit until now."Make yourself comfortable.
We'll be there by tomorrow." Mganga turned back towards the front and stroke the
back fin of the Spineback Megalodon, which swung its tail and began to accelerate
towards the bottom of the ocean that sunlight could not penetrate.Badly wounded in
his battle with Xeniel, Hayate only escaped from the Dragon Tower thanks to
Mganga's intervention. The numerous voodoo traps that Mganga laid across Mist
Island delayed their pursuers and bought valuable time for them to escape.While
Hayate meditated, Mganga laid back on the shark's massive fin. The Spineback
Megalodon was the greatest predator in these parts of the ocean, its powerful jaws
equipped with a hundred razor-sharp fangs, capable of crushing any prey, while its
tough and spiny armor protected it from harm. It was engineered by Veera and served
the roles of both transport and combat - the runes engraved on its fins emitted
magic bubbles filled with air, allowing it to carry passengers into the deep
ocean.Mganga had a part in the creation of this creature as well, for it was an
extension of his researches into combining the creatures of Athanor with that of
Lokheim. The availskill of such an effective means of escape was key to Mganga's
contingency plan, which proved very necessary.Even so, he fumed over the shame of
fleeing from Xeniel's pursuit, and he quietly swore to avenge this defeat.Before
nightfall, Mganga and Hayate had passed through a tunnel in the seabed, arriving at
a forward base hidden deep inside the earth, where Veera commanded the Corrupted
legions in Athanor.Not everything went according to plan, however."It seems that
Lady Veera is away in the north reorganizing the forces there after the last
setback, leaving Lady Marja in charge for now. My plan was to introduce you to her
after Lady Veera returns, but Lady Marja has heard about you, and she insists that
I bring you to her," said Mganga in resignation. "I have not had much contact with
Lady Marja myself. The rumors say she can be...temperamental. Watch yourself in her
presence.""Understood," nodded Hayate. "As the master of the house wishes.""Master
of the house, huh?" Muttered Mganga. "Perhaps it's not so far from the
truth...she's His companion, after all."Meanwhile, at the command center..."Have
you done as I said?" A raspy female voice echoed through the vast cavern, a voice
which permitted no dissent or excuses."Exactly as you commanded.""Excellent,
Zephys. I can always count on you to do your job.""Of course, Your Holiness," said
Zephys with a confident smile. Old habits die hard, and he continued to address
Marja as he had during their time at Veda.The underground city was built similarly
to human cities, with various city facilities and residential areas surrounding the
central keep. Marja disliked the crowded and cramped city, however, and she took up
residence in a spacious cavern nearby, from where she handled the city's
administrative matters while Veera was away, while her bodyguard Kriknak enjoyed
the cavern's original owner for dinner."Hold on," said Marja, stopping Zephys who
was about to leave. "I'm expecting an interesting visitor. I want you to have a
look at him."Hayate followed Mganga through the tunnel, Hayate maintaining the
exact same distance from Mganga at all times, the length of an arm. This was the
product of many years of habit, close enough to exert pressure on his counterpart,
far enough for him to react if he needed to. At this distance, Hayate's explosive
power was unrivalled.For his part, Mganga strutted proudly along, seemingly
oblivious to the pressure that Hayate was exerting. This was home ground, after
all, and Mganga was confident that he could stop Hayate if the ninja tried anything
funny. Right now, he was more concerned about the political game of chess that
Veera and Marja were playing. Veera would not be happy to see the seeds she sowed
reaped by another, that was for sure. "So, you gave that god-forsaken immortal
dragon the shock of a lifetime? That's good to hear!"
389A288D7016181B_## = Superman
38B3EFB0D94AD07D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
38B470CB75B27E38_## = Cathedral
38BEC7BBF1A89A02_## = Thorne was born to a wealthy, prominent family in Kazell. A
good family, extensive education, and a healthy dose of natural talent combined so
that Thorne excelled at an early age.\nBut this young prodigy had a secret, one he
learned from his parents on his sixth birthday.\nBoth of them confirmed that they
were high-ranking members of an organization called the Shadow Hand.\nOf course,
even before that conversation, Thorne had suspected something. The air of secrecy
in the house, the mysterious guests coming to call, and his parents' bloody stories
of humans being slaughtered by other races were all too much not to
notice.\n\nNaturally, Thorne followed in his parents' footsteps, and under their
guidance, he joined the Shadow Hand. He rigorously studied the organization's
tenets and was even allowed to perform important duties.\nBut as Thorne learned
more about the Shadow Hand, he started to doubt the organization and its
methods.\nThe Shadow Hand was prestigious, and its wealth and power inspiring, but
Thorne did not believe that that was enough to achieve its lofty goal. \nFaced with
certain failure, Thorne considered the possibility of leaving the organization.
After looking at the problem from every possible angle, however, he gave up on the
plan. The Shadow Hand does not allow traitors to live, and all the power Thorne had
was derived from his parents. He had no way of going up against such a
leviathan.\n\nConflicted in his mind, he isolated himself within the
organization.\nHis day-to-day performance remained outstanding, for his clever mind
could solve any problem. At the same time, however, he began to amass power behind
the scenes. He developed an underground information network that was associated
with the Shadow Hand but loyal to him alone. In the Abyssal laboratories of the
Shadow Hand, he found a living piece of an Abyssal demon. After awakening it and
forging a contract with it, he became the master of the Demon Gun—a strange-looking
magical firearm.\nYears later, thanks to the Demon Gun and his ever-growing
information network, Thorne has assumed a false identity and become an active
player in Kazell's underworld. No one knows that this rising power is only an
underage student.
38C057F9EAE86FFF_## = 173cm
38E9197ECB9E05D3_## = Best friend of Dirak. Dirak admitted that he had "bad
intentions" towards Sephera during their first encounter. However, everything
changed from time to time. "Our relationship is nothing more than just friends,"
Dirak explained with a firm tone.
38F6766957CF287F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
390736349152B9DE_## = Freshman at the Magic Academy
3907EBC85D909276_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
39360BDA6996EC28_## = God or demon, I fear them not.
396A4ED989067F1A_## = The Great Warlord
3989B5FA8F630611_## = Soul Elegy
39C8F60E4236C598_## = I won't give up so easily!
39EEBBA8BE0DC9C9_## = Heir to the Throne
39FB411A5889AD4A_## = Zuka Biography
3A2C0254B5F599ED_## = 21 Nov
3A4FDECBABC0CC7D_## = 13 Oct
3A59B9C7417B7AE3_## = Heretic's Bane
3A59DC3E13119EA2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3A7B7F0D4CA19589_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
3A8993BB60B03014_## = On the dying planet of Krypton, an infant named Kal-El was
placed inside of a rocket and sent to the distant planet Earth. The last alien
survivor, Kal-El was raised by farmers-Martha and Jonathan Kent-who named their son
Clark and infused in him the strong moral values that would give birth to the hero
known as Superman.\n\nAs he grew from a boy to a teen, and then into a man, the
radiation from Earth's yellow sun allowed him to manifest incredible abilities,
including superhuman strength, speed, and invulnerability. He also possesses the
power of flight, as well as X-ray, heat, microscopic, and telescopic vision. Yet,
along with his tireless desire to help the people of Earth escape calamity and
reach their highest potential, came a sense of isolation. \n\nThough he calls Earth
his home, he is not of this world. The knowledge that his true home, the planet
Krypton, is but stardust and solar debris, has kept Superman from venturing too far
from Earth. \n\nThat all changed on a fateful autumn day, when Superman encountered
one of his greatest foes. The villain Brainiac, supercharged with power from an
unknown source, descended upon Earth with a fleet of advanced robotic drones. It
took every last ounce of Superman's power to defeat Brainiac. The Man of Steel's
endurance won out, and before dispatching Brainiac, his X-ray vision spotted
something with a bright, glowing aura. Superman removed the glittering gem from
Brainiac's armor and felt a surge of power ripple through his hand and up his
spine. Immediately distrustful of the object's incredible power, Superman retreated
to the Fortress of Solitude to analyze the rare artifact. \n\nThe Fortress of
Solitude's computer could find no analog for the artifact's substance anywhere in
the galaxy. However, there was one clue that the artifact found: a log from Kal-
El's father, the Kryptonian scientist. Superman discovered that his father had been
researching a similar artifact, which had been called an Andura Shard. This object,
which could have given Brainiac the key to domination of the entire Earth, was only
one piece of a much larger whole! The Andura Shard originated in a realm called
Athanor, a place beyond even the Phantom Zone. Mainstream Kryptonian scientists had
scoffed at Jor-El's assertion of the fact that parallel dimensions existed, and his
boldest claim, that the magic which emanated from Athanor was linked to the
physical universe, nearly brought him professional ruin. \n\nBut Jor-El was right.
As Superman eagerly combed through the Fortress of Solitude's archives, he learned
that ancient Kryptonians had explored the galaxy in search of the Andura Shards,
and may have even visited the Earth long ago as part of their quest. But as
Superman searched the Fortress of Solitude, it was revealed that Brainiac had
redoubled his search for the Andura Shards and, if he claimed this ultimate source
of power, all of Earth would be in danger.\n\nSuperman has already lost one world:
he refuses to lose another. So the Man of Steel has taken flight across the galaxy
in search of Athanor and the Andura Shards. On his quest to fulfill the legacy of
his father, he will find himself cast as the defender of a new realm in desperate
need of truth and justice.
3A9EECD978C932F9_## = Resident Mage
3AA88AC1F53CEB6A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3AACC8A0CCC09B4B_## = Ata
3AB9191B040B0926_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3AE6D017CF8FACA2_## = Ishar
3B115DC792F9A238_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3B369EE879738E81_## = Deeply dislikes loud noises.
3B39B399CE8B5FBB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3B4DF4C4CEAE189A_## = Always calm and collected, never angry.
3B6088A5A4CFEB22_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3B77A1615E5EE55E_## = Mganga Biography
3B852F571CA23F22_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3B8C0D0DE8FF867B_## = 1 Nov
3B9CA93A068138B5_## = Aleister
3BA7DAB18AC9635E_## = 13 Mar
3BEFB78C3ED51B53_## = The Dark Knight
3C51F56B903AA951_## = Afata
3C5A0123AF323CCC_## = Kriknak
3C750CC7A6F9D7F3_## = It's enough to look cute
3CD6B42468A13ED5_## = Fortune 100 - How I Made My First Bucket of Gold
3CE6B67299D6331A_## = Helios Empire
3D294D3A7F5C6130_## = Ilumia imprisoning Marja
3D2E27D41EC181D6_## = What to eat tomorrow
3D323F761F366104_## = Unknown
3D43E5BFDB816C3E_## = Being Zip's legal guardian isn't easy. You need to:
3D6D59273B5108CD_## = Sephera is a once-in-a-century talent, who was raised in a
family of mages.\n\nWhen she was 13, Sephera became the youngest mage for the
Lorenzo family. During her debut, Sephera was successfully appointed without any
fuss—her affinity in water magic was apparent for all to see.\n\nSephera was a
worshipper of the Veda. However, she found herself in a dilemma when a dispute
arose between the Veda and the nobility. As the War of Purification reached its
zenith, the human race started to lose their sanity and target the mages. In great
despair, Sephera left the Kingdom of Norman along with her bosom friends, Dirak and
D'Arcy, to migrate east. They then established the Magister's Council to fight for
a place in this world for their fellow mages.\n\nThe legend of Sephera doesn't end
here. The threat from the Abyss never subsides, and she will continue to lead the
mages against the dark power.
3D8943B6F6E8E8AF_## = Ominous weapons and instruments of torture could be seen at
her cellar
3D97B9A1604202F0_## = 170cm
3DC0FC4382226BB0_## = Loaned money to ex-boyfriend
3DD9570378CD4BCC_## = Elven Queen
3DDE75408881B0F9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3DFD6E7971872926_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3E0B6DAC42589CAB_## = Finance and taxation
3E47C5BFD3C01F0E_## = The Spirit
3E4D007DCE91880F_## = Ignis Biography
3E6B8C0DEAB66F0A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3EA638DF328D7915_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3EC0C896D39BE68E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3EC82C2588F248F1_## = “Boom!”\nAn explosion rocked slumbering Kazell. The Videl
Arsenal was in chaos as raging fires lit up the night sky.\n\nCapheny did not have
time to admire her handiwork. A red figure appeared from the shadow, stalking her
every move.\n\nSix months ago, Capheny had returned from her studies in Mildar,
joining the Videl Institute where her parents worked. The prototype that she
brought back with her and its exoskeleton technology provided a solution to the
power bottleneck that the OICW project had been struggling with, paving the path to
mass production.\n\nVidel Military Industries was the largest military-industrial
enterprise in the Confederation. Production and sales of its weapon were tightly
regulated by federal law to ensure that they were used only in wars that were just
and legal. Yet there were always those working in the shadows who did not feel
bound by such rules — to them, these rules were merely minor nuisances, speed bumps
on their way to their insidious goals.\nCapheny never imagined that the OICW
project was sponsored by the radical organization “Shadow Hand”, or that her
parents were part of that organization. The shadowy organization sponsored the OICW
project in order to build a powerful private military, one that would be used for
genocidal purposes. The Shadow Hand’s first target was Mildar, where Capheny had
studied. The city was home to master craftsmen like Moren and established
production lines, resources that were highly valuable to the Shadow Hand.\n\nBy the
time she learned of the truth, Capheny had been imprisoned by her very own parents.
Capheny did not know if they kept her alive because they still felt some parental
bond to her, or if it was simply for her knowledge. It did not matter — what
mattered was that she was alive, and if she was alive, she had a chance.
Lockpicking and combat were merely some of the more pragmatic skills that she
acquired in Mildar.\n\nHer best subject, however, was firearms. Sneaking into the
production center with the help of her still-valid employee permit, she stole a
prototype mech and unleashed its powerful arsenal on its sister machines still on
the production line. A faster and more effective way to foil the evil plot than to
put one’s trust in the law and its long, drawn-out and possibly fruitless
investigations.\n\nOf course, the plan was not without drawbacks. Violation of
federal law was one thing, but at the moment, the red figure chasing after her was
her most pressing concern. She did not have to look back to feel its cruel and
sinister presence.\nCapheny set a course for Mildar without even realizing it.
There she would find her only friends in this world, the only people who could
sooth the pain of being separated from her parents and her home — a home that she
knew she would never return to.\n\n“Tired yet?”\n\nWith a little laugh, the red
figure dashed forward, overtaking Capheny.\n\nLong crimson red hair covered half of
the woman’s pale face. Her eyes were equally bright red, a frightening sight in the
moonlight. But even more frightening was the whip that she was wielding in her
hand, dancing in the dark night like a cobra seeking its prey.\n\nIf Capheny’s
parents were there, they could have told her who the woman was: Veres, the rising
star of Shadow Hand’s eliminators.\n\n“You won’t take me alive — one step closer
and I set off this mech’s self-destruct system!” Capheny’s words were bold, but her
heart was racing, panting heavily. She had dismissed Wisp’s suggestion, made mostly
in jest, that she should install a self-destruct system on the mech. The irony was
not lost on her, even in this tense moment.\n\n“Relax. I’m not really after
you.”\n\nVeres, on the other hand, was decidedly nonchalant.\n\n“I just wanted to
see who took care of a job that I really couldn’t be bothered to
do.”\n“Huh?”\n\nCapheny was at a loss for words. There was no doubt that Veres was
Shadow Hand — the woman had the mark of the organization on her, as did her
parents.\n\n“I owe you one, so I won’t kill you — this time. Pretty good deal,
don’t you think?”\n\nVeres could tell that Capheny did not belong to the
organization. And it was unlikely that Quillen would have sent another agent to do
the job after giving her the orders. It was clear, then, that Capheny must be an
enemy of the organization.\n\nBut Veres did not care too much about that.
\n\nCapheny had done her a little favor, even saving her the trouble of cleaning up
after herself. And, well, nobody’s watching.\n\n“Just remember — you may not be so
lucky next time.”\n\nVeres waved and disappeared into the night.\n\nCapheny felt
her legs give way underneath her. She fell to the ground sitting, her back wet with
cold sweat. She was too young to understand the shadowy world of politics, nor
could she detect the undercurrents of conflict between factions within the Shadow
Hand in Veres’ words.\n\nShe had only one thought.\n\nGo home. Go back to Mildar.
Go back to that world of sunlight, where shadows had no place.
3ED190BEE84A2F09_## = Errol was born into poverty, orphaned at a young age. To
survive, he and his brother underwent inhumane experiments, joining General
Edmond's army of magically-modified Demon Hunters and distinguishing himself in the
war against abyssal demons in the south.\nDespite his success in battle, Errol was
never strong of mind, and he was crushed by the death of his brother, who died
saving his life. A piece of Volkath's soul found a vulnerable mind to settle in,
and began to whisper in Errol's ear, drawing him closer and closer towards
darkness.\nThe death of Edmond, who was like a father to Errol, was the final
straw. Darkness consumed Errol's soul, and he fled after murdering his old
comrades. Pursued by Richter and with nowhere to run, Errol threw himself off a
cliff.\n\nCenturies later, Errol awoke again, discovered by Hayate. A new, dark
chapter in his life was about to begin...
3EE9B06D5E7CC9E2_## = 172cm
3F04FBAF90C298BF_## = Kingdom of Norman
3F1B5992542AFFFD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
3F32988E39AB06EC_## = As he helps Murad repair his artifact, D'Arcy watches him
with interest. He is the first to notice the growing feelings that Murad and Yena
have for each other.
3F5BE902883DFDA5_## = Zata
3F631C7F877D4CA0_## = Liliana Biography
3FAD87716B652E85_## = Listen to the wind, for it will tell you many secrets.
3FB382A552092B5D_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
3FC832E79B0C8614_## = When a non-human race approaches him, he covers his mouth
with a handkerchief
3FDA2EC5678F83B4_## = My kingdom is the skies.
3FE0BFCBD618F989_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
3FEA1D18D6F47851_## = Kahlii
40023DE01AEB5B69_## = "I am Veera, Queen of the Night."\nBefore she had turned to
the Abyss, Veera was merely one of many demi-gods scattered throughout the realm,
and not a particularly powerful one at that. The Creator may have blessed demi-gods
with perfection in body and spirit, but not all of them actually achieve such
perfection. Some, like Veera, were born with imperfections left from the time of
creation, which neither spell nor potion could heal.\nVeera depended on her wits to
survive. Before she went to bed each night, she analyzed everything that happened
that day, seeking a better, more effective solution to everything, and teaching the
solution to other sentient beings. Over time, Veera became known as the greatest
sage of the land, the one to seek out to answer any question and solve any problem,
and she leveraged her wisdom to earn a living.\nAmong Veera's friends, Maloch was
the most unusual. Incredibly strong and quick to anger, deep inside his heart was
as pure and simple as that of a child. Under Veera's guidance he learned to control
and direct his destructive power, cleaving roads through mountains and turning
rivers as needed. As they changed the world around them, their knowledge of each
other also grew.\nThe spark of civilization and understanding grew in the wilds of
the ancient era.\nYet with the declaration of the Decree of Light and Order,
unbounded demi-gods like Veera were branded as heretics by the Temple. After a
futile struggle, they were sent to Mt. Ophean, to be reeducated by Edras, the
Archmage of Veda.\nPhysically weak, Veera suffered greatly on the long journey. Her
pleas to the Temple Guards fell on deaf ears and only earned even harsher treatment
from them. If not for the care that Maloch, Volkath and the others bestowed upon
her, she would not have survived the journey.\nAnd so hatred for the Temple grew
inside Veera's heart, even as she eagerly absorbed every last drop of knowledge
that the Temple taught her. "To defeat an enemy, you must first know them." The
wisdom that Veera learned in the wilds were equally valuable in the
Temple.\nVeera's performance earned Edras' approval, and she was hailed as the
finest example of reeducation. Edras even promised to do all that he could to heal
Veera's defect. Yet none of this changed Veera's view of the Temple, especially
once she learned that the Creator meant for the demi-gods to rule over the world.
"Why should we not exercise our authority by our own will? Why should we be bound
to this travesty, this piece of paper?"\nAnd so when Volkath organized his
resistance aided by the power of the Abyss, Veera joined his camp without
hesitation and brought over numerous allies to join the war. Her guile and wisdom
were of great benefit to the rebels, dealing a heavy blow to the defenders of the
Temple, giving the rebels valuable time to escape.\nHer unrivalled mind for
strategy assured her a prestigious place in the Abyss. Whether under Volkath or
Maloch, Veera was always their most trusted advisor. She built the Abyss Legion
into a formidable force, further solidifying her position and power.\nIt is said
that Veera calls herself "Queen of the Night" because she inherited the power of
Maniara, Primal Night. No one has been able to prove this assertion - or disprove
it - and Veera herself has remained quiet over the topic. What is undeniable is
that Veera has long bid farewell to her physically weak self, gaining a new body
that is both healthy and seductive. To overcome a defect of creation requires great
power.\nTo most inhabitants of the Abyss, Maloch is their indomitable commander and
the lord of the realm in name. Yet it is Veera who truly pulls the strings behind
the scenes, much like Ilumia does within the Temple.\n"It takes wisdom to combat
wisdom."
4015C91C59C4EDE2_## = Loves meat buns.
403956B5B214D8E5_## = Water has no form. It is constantly in flux.
4062C7A68957151C_## = The blood red sea roiled and boiled with fury.\n\nKil'Groth
was the ruler of the seas, where rage served as the only way to survive. Survival
of the fittest was the normal natural order, but Kil'Groth's fanaticism stemmed
from a complete disregard for balance in the food chain. The only thing he cared
about was instilling the fury of killing all sea creatures. As for what they
killed, well, that was up to them.\n\nRelentless slaughter served as the source of
power of Kil'Groth's rage. Fresh blood diffusing into the seas aroused swarms upon
swarms of deep sea predators which then filled the gaps left in the food chain.
Such intense rage power was intoxicating for the demons.\n\nTaara, commander of the
Fallen, wielded her hammer like the coming of a cyclone. She used the power of
absolute zero ice to freeze the ocean surface. The water, which was heated by fresh
blood, cooled and even Kil'Groth felt the effects. His pride, however, did not
allow him to flee a fight. His raging will blazed and freed Kil'Groth from his icy
confines. He picked up his massive sea blade and began his last charge towards the
intruder.\n\nMany hundreds die at Kil'Groth's hands, but, under the command of
Taara, the flood of the Fallen drown him like a massive tidal wave. When the bloody
battle ended, the dying Kil'Groth lacked the strength to even hold his weapon. In
fact, if Cresht hadn't led the beast army to the rescue, Kil'Groth may have died
there and become a legend in his own right.\n\nHowever, Kil'Groth recovered from
his wounds and ended up joining the Forest of Shadows array to show his gratitude
as well as exact revenge. The furious Kil'Groth refused to follow orders from
anyone. If any of the Fallen dared to insult him, his rage would finish them in an
instant.
406FE2CD2542D73A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
40944FC07E222D42_## = 175cm
4095634C7E3EF993_## = 7 Jan
409E1FFADE51E1F4_## = Severed Wing
40B4C6D1E7F99A32_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
40B909DA19083BB4_## = Diaochan Biography
40CC51E52EF55C62_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
40DE78983347273E_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
40E19CB442904FD3_## = 19 Dec
41182D0F9C435579_## = All is Prey
414C753D5E81B753_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4150B89EC458E76B_## = Win with superior tactics
41574BC89D77E346_## = Save companion at all costs
416B1CA36928C303_## = 20 Jun
4175A8EB918FB636_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
41ADF524B931C653_## = 185cm
41C560BAE59E8268_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
41EFB0394AC18CC8_## = Six hands writing simultaneously, enabling her to hand in her
papers faster
41F4A2108D05DB21_## = Former Comrades
420FA7ED09F1BFC0_## = Has made a small fortune as mercenary, but hardly spends any
of it.
421B487C67A85AC5_## = Natalya Biography
4237744F3C019885_## = "You call that a gun?!?"\n\nWere it not for his violent and
stubborn temper, perhaps Moren would have become a scholar, quietly studying in a
tower somewhere. But being a dwarf, Moren was born to drink and fight, preferring
fists and bullets over words even when the debate was academic. As a result, no
scholars wanted to take him on as an apprentice. This forced him to use his
dexterous hands to forge another path: science and blacksmithing.\n\nAccording to
(somewhat incomplete) statistics, nearly half of the most highly regarded weapons
in the land were either crafted or modified by Moren. Therefore, everyone, from the
mightiest of Gods to the most despicable of demons, holds him in high regard. This
also meant that Moren was able to maintain a neutral position and, in some ways,
remain above it all, for a very long time. \n\nSlimz the Trustworthy sensed a new
business opportunity in Moren's weapon forging abilities. After haggling over the
price, the two eventually signed a lifetime contract. From then on, Slimz had
complete ownership of all weapons created by Moren. In return, Moren received
several precious mechanical diagrams, an endless supply of materials, and the
Castle of Alchemy. This partnership made both parties extremely wealthy, but it
also made them the new target of the Army of the Fallen.\n\nFollowing a joint
assault by Preyta and Skud, the Castle of Alchemy suffered a devastating defeat.
Slimz hoped to retain at least some influence, but he had nothing left to bargain
with, and could not persuade the stubborn Moren to stop resisting. He had no choice
but to terminate the contract and make Moren a free agent again. Deeply moved by
this, Moren deployed his few remaining weapons at the castle and launched a final
attack that halted the enemy's advance.\n\nMoren's actions enraged Skud who, in a
devastating fit of rage, completely annihilated the castle's defenses and all but
destroyed Omega, who had recently arrived to aid the castle's defense. Moren, who
was seriously injured, attempted to detonate an incendiary bomb that would have
taken Skud down with him. However, Omega dragged him to safety before he could
detonate the bomb. Moren was grateful yet resentful. Eventually, he followed
Omega's advice and accepted a proposal by Thane, the human commander. \n\nIn
exchange, Omega shared with him the secrets of advanced mechanical principles,
allowing him to create a new generation of high-tech weaponry.
423792C23BD1849C_## = Sinestrea
42570B15630F878F_## = Sunfall Valley
428209CEBE14AD19_## = Boulderdom
4295D8F8007E4F18_## = Water is the source of life!
429634892B657792_## = Butterfly
42A7389100AA435D_## = Veera
42A75AFE9FD0FFCE_## = Chasing away all the queen's potential suitor
42C2CF538BB4C47E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
42DE99795C086FCA_## = Valhein and Violet became close friends during their student
days at the Military Academy, and their friendship continued as they both joined
the Demon Hunters.
42E960CD845EA9A1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
43089EE5ED21E09A_## = The Elda River runs from Mt. Orphean through the southeast
valley of Elborne Woods into the Federation of the Free. The segment in Federation
territory is called the Red River, from the red color of the minerals that seep
into the water.
430F4AC0D4C83F0A_## = What does the ring behind my back do?
431EB56B17CB5337_## = Diego
4324A53998F90FA4_## = Mountains become plains, sea becomes land.\nLong have I
journeyed alone across this vast land.\nTogether we shall walk across its
face,\nSeeking its mysteries, its legends, its truths.
4324A84A2C1EAD57_## = Payna
4354FB026519C771_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4365F58CA4E7AE3C_## = Magic is a force for destruction and protection.
43823F498E43E8EE_## = Once known as the weakest demigod, what is the main source of
Veera's power?
4387131E56680507_## = Thorne Biography
43B11FA99DFEE7BC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
43C6FFB40B605E79_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
43D6F1F765514627_## = Valhein Biography
43F0AD5062FCDDE2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
440BF7FC3187C1E1_## = Has to wear glasses because of all those hours spent at the
library late at night.
4417735693A2DE7C_## = 12 Feb
4427D5CA3FE956B3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4435136A12F13385_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>:
<color=#ffd200>Kill</color> a related hero in a match using
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>.
445884A5CC5416DC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
446D7695B2F2350B_## = Mina watchs over Zip with strict discipline, but permit Zip
to sleep with her when he could not sleep after hearing a horror story.
44A44B3B18C30D34_## = Wisp
44CA0C3D26ADB981_## = Located in the northeast region of the Kingdom of Norman,
Bach lies across the straits from the vast Gobi Desert, acting as the trade hub
between the kingdom and the Helios Empire, a trade route that has brought great
wealth to the remote duchy.
4527E4D629EA026D_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
454EDDA57312C37F_## = Ata's best bud. Both became best friends owing to the fact
that both of them love workout besides having a similar personality. Dirak's deep
understanding of magic got Ata's utmost respect. He even has a portrait of Dirak
hanging in his room.
45573140F8085868_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
456814CCEE2828EE_## = Alice
4571BEE66A096EA8_## = Chapter 5
45A4E3E7BE501DF7_## = Patience will see you through.
45A71810279AEC67_## = Humans
45B129855739A279_## = 11 Mar
45C592A7E4551352_## = We're the perfect pair!
45EED3A9ECEC447E_## = 186cm
45F0873C5DDA3C83_## = Ishar
460AC4A5786AE10B_## = Which of the following people helped Alice during her brief
time in Veda?
4611CD7133A3349E_## = "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!"\n\nWithout the element of
earth, this world would be nothing! As the manifestation of Mother Earth's will,
Lumburr was bestowed with sentience and unmatched resolve. He had silently guarded
the earth and its creatures for millennia. Lumburr acted in accordance with the
laws of nature: the survival of the fittest! With this single law as his moral
code, he never intervened between the wars of Men and Beasts. \n\n"That is nature's
way. "\n\nHowever, Lumburr could not stand idly by when he saw the unnatural forces
of Hell destroying everything within their path. Witnessing their brutality
firsthand, Lumburr was more than willing to take the burden of war onto his
powerful shoulders. Without hesitation, he emerged from the forest and threw
himself into the fray. \n\nAfter engaging in countless battles, Lumburr was soon
recognized as the most reliable defensive force for the Allied Army. In fact, once
Lumburr's mountainous form began rampaging across the battlefield none stood a
chance at victory.\n\n"I must eradicate all those who would oppose nature!"
4666AE7FE6D74111_## = Blood Moon
4677E3D873210DA6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4685DF59B3353AC4_## = Unable to understand people with no talent, especially
Annette
468D486C2220C875_## = Blades of Time, rend my foe!
469B894D8ED5FA88_## = Kingdom of Norman
46C8F601C507EACE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
46E1B1A85E8FF92A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
46F63691FA3D3C74_## = To save Athanor, the Creator spread the seeds of the World
Tree at the point where it was sundered. The roots of the World Tree hold the land
of Athanor together, and the elves are sworn to protect it.
46F8068376E8FD48_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
46F956EA61535C18_## = Volkath Biography
46FA49EE8016C8D4_## = Fellow Mercenaries
46FB1F85745AAAF6_## = When justice does not appear on time.\n\nThen it is the time
we stand on our own feet.\n\nBe a part of the mages.\n\nAttune to the flow of the
water and purify all evil!
4701800B49CF6C81_## = "I am one with the wind and the sand."\n\nAzzen'Ka whispered,
and the sandstorm swallowed the capital of the Helios Empire like the maws of a
great beast. After betraying his faith, his country and his friends, and spending
hundreds of years in exile in the desert wastes, Azzen'Ka had returned to claim the
throne of his homeland.\n\n"The sun shall shine no more. My divine light shall
guide the world!" Having buried the empire with his own hands, Azzen'Ka wasted no
time building his dream theocracy. The Imperial Temple, which witnessed his
ascension to godhood, became the first cornerstone of the theocracy. Once, Azzen'Ka
was the first High Priest of the Temple; now, he was its god. Azzen'Ka spared the
Temple his divine wrath and accepted all those who swore fealty to him, whether
they were previously loyal to the throne or the Revolutionaries.\n\nAs a young
child must stand on the corpse of a giant to see further, so must the new theocracy
build upon the remnants of the empire. Azzen'Ka's plan was to wipe out the royal
line, thus eliminating any obstacles to his accession of the imperial heritage.
Then, he needed loyal followers to replace the former royal family and royalists in
the new theocracy.\n\nBut even the best-laid plans of gods can go awry. Prince
Murad managed to escape with the help of the imperial artifacts and was last seen
in the Gobi region in the west, out of Azzen'Ka's reach. The Revolutionaries
demonstrated far greater strength and organization than expected, and though most
of their elite forces went down with the city of Helios, they were surely even now
gathering strength for a comeback.\n\nRight now, however, Azzen'Ka did not have the
luxury of thinking about these things – not with the negotiation that he was
facing.\n\n"You are late. Never forget that your nation's continued existence owes
itself to our support." The raspy voice in the darkness was harsh, biting. Few had
the nerve to talk to Azzen'Ka like this, unless they had the backing of a demon.
One of the wisest and most powerful demons.\n\n"My friend from the Abyss, you know
how the best-laid plans can go awry. I, Azzen'Ka, Lord of the Desert of Death,
shall assuage your anger with loyalty as unwavering as the sun." Azzen'Ka put on
the calmest and most respectful tone he could manage.\n\n"It is too late, Azzen'Ka!
The northern front has collapsed. If the armies you promised could have moved two
months earlier, even one month, the situation would have been completely
different!" Mganga gradually raised his voice as he spoke.\n\n"But you still have
the advantage in the south, have you not? The mages are your main foe in the south,
and their nest stands in the way of my eastward advance…'the enemy of my enemy'.
Was that not the premise of our cooperation?"\n\n"I see you have not allowed your
little victory to get to your head. Yes, we need you to put pressure on the
Magister Council, and then we will be in position to breach the Great Wall
together. Then you shall have the desert lands to yourself, as Mistress Veera
promised…here is the information you wanted. Do not be late again!" With this,
Mganga's figure disappeared in the darkness. Remote image – a technique frequently
used by Abyss demons to communicate with their followers in Athanor. Mganga, of
course, was no demon – he simply did not dare risk his neck meeting Azzen'Ka in the
desert face-to-face by himself.\n\nAzzen'Ka paid little heed to Mganga's insolence.
Little more than a clown, he thought, hardly worth wasting time and effort on.
Especially with the information of incredible value that Azzen'Ka now had in his
hands: the location of Prince Murad and the Blades of Time.\n\n"The desert lands?
What am I, some unambitious village oaf? No, I will not be content until I see all
of Athanor covered in golden sands…" With a malicious grin, Azzen'Ka rubbed the
parchment in his hands until it turned into powder.\n\nFinding Murad and the
artifact was of paramount importance to whether Azzen'Ka would be able to stand
opposite the Abyss demons as equals. Right now, however, he must remain in his
temple and consolidate his rule, while gaining strength from his worshippers' faith
to restore his losses from the "divine wrath". He had been able to maintain his
image of strength simply because there was no other who could contest it in the
desert.\n\nThis was why Azzen'Ka could not afford to allow Murad to repair the
artifacts and return to exact his revenge. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' It
did not take long for him to formulate a new plan – Yena, former emissary of the
Revolutionaries, now a Revolutionary mole in the Temple. By no means did Azzen'Ka
fully believe the loyalty that she expressed, but he did trust in that as a
Revolutionary of common birth, she would not pass up a chance to kill the last
living member of the royal family and take the imperial artifacts for
herself.\n\n"Go! Go where the divine light does not shine, find the fugitive prince
Murad, and restore the artifacts of the empire!"\n
473E565F012F5654_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4743ED25A9E78FE7_## = The sound of galloping hooves echoed in the skies of Sunfall
Valley. Like a tide of steel two thousand heavily armored knights swept through the
battlefield, mounted on the tall and heavy Shor breed found in the foothills of Mt.
Orphean, cutting a bloody swath through Shadow Worms and abyssal beasts.Riding
along the other edges of the Lokheim battle lines, they were attempting to meet up
with the army from Verno Forest, who had arrived in the southwest and were already
engaging the Lokheim forces. The first priority was to establish communication,
and, depending on how their allies were faring, to either have them hold their
ground or retreat and go around to meet up with the Okka forces.Riding at the heaed
of the force, Yorn looked out and saw massive abyssal beasts holding their ground
behind trenches and barricades, and only Shadow Worms stood in the horsemen's path.
The sheer numbers of these creatures might pose a major threat to most people, but
they were less than a nuisance to the elites of Okka and Veda. Yet it was not
entirely in vain that Lokheim sent these creatures out - they served as Lokheim's
eyes and ears, passing on what they saw to their dark masters.Yorn gripped his
mount's reins even tighter. Lokheim strategy and tactics had evolved by leaps and
bounds since they began to recruit the Corrupted from among the human ranks. No
longer do they simply rely on brute force; now they could maneuver, attack and
defend with the same effectiveness as their opponents. This was a matter of much
concern to Veda, yet there was little they could do about it.And all this had to do
with the evolution of the human race.Wars were a simple affair in the ancient era.
The two sides faced off on a battlefield and simply charged at each other, and the
side that was stronger won. Weaker than the beastfolk physically, humans were
forced to seek shelter under the Veda banner, and in time earned the Archons'
trust.In the First Lokheim Invasion, however, the Archons cut off contact with the
outside world, and the humans were forced to fend for themselves. Facing possible
extinction, humans developed armor, weapons, cavalry, tactics, strategy, slowly
evolving into a power to be reckoned with.Veera saw the potential in the human
race, and it was she who overruled the others and began to invite elites among the
human hierarchy to join Lokheim, forming what would become the Corrupted. Not to be
outdone, Veda also began to absorb believers from the human and beastmen ranks,
bolstering their greatest weakness - the lack of numbers.Who could have imagined
that humans would become the deciding factor in the war between gods and demons?
Yorn shook his head and put his wry thoughts behind him. He had a job to do."You
have hooves, stand in line! Hold yer' sticks and stones, or hold yer' fists up if
you ain't got either! Protect the long-ears!"Long-ears stay behind the line and
shoot! Wood-head's gonna make ya ten thousand arrows a day, so just keep
shootin'!"You have claws, keep yer' eyes open and claw 'em if they get through! And
remember these things ain't clean, so don't ya swallow 'em if you bite, or ya gonna
learn what a REAL stomach ache is!"In the southwest, the forces of the forest have
begun deploying with surprising organization. From beasts to elves, the army obeyed
Baldum the Centaur's gruff yet effective orders unquestioningly, for he was a
veteran of the First Lokheim Invasion, and honored by the Elven Queen
herself.Baldum never studied military theory like the humans did, but years of
experience taught him that it was always easier to defend then attack, holding your
ground while the foe broke themselves against your front like waves upon the
rock.He knew, also, that the enemy had no choice but to attack, for Y'bneth had
already taken root. Blessed by the world tree, the Treefolk was a walking forest
unto himself.The dark ritual being performed by the Lokheim forces covered hundreds
of miles in dark energy, causing the afflicted areas to become barren wastelands
devoid of life, and nourishing the dark creatures that formed the Lokheim army.But
the sun, though blocked, did not disappear. As Y'bneth absorbed the sun's energy,
the power of light continued to grow, threatening the resurrection ritual.This was
not a threat that Lokheim could ignore, and the abyssal legions immediately began
to move towards the forest guardians' camp."Damn! Did that bitch Marja really let
that nutjob out?" Seeing the leader of the oncoming army, Baldum immediately headed
towards the frontlines. This foe was a task he dared not let anyone else
handle."Hey wood-head! Hold the line here, I'm gonna deal with that nutjob!"It was
Omen, the most bloodthirsty of the Lokheim lords, whose lust for slaughter spared
neither ally nor foe, and left hundreds of miles devoid of any living thing on his
killing sprees. He was rumored to be imprisoned within the depths of the Abyss, but
it seemed that Lokheim had set him free for the purpose of this battle.On the
battlefield Omen stood by himself, for no one dared approach within twenty-feet of
him. Y'bneth was not foolish enough to engage Omen in direct combat, but observed
his foe's progress, and prepared to lay a trap.In the skies, Preyta overflew the
Forest Guardians' battle lines. Arrows from the ground failed to stop him, and
bomblets carrying poison and plague fell towards the massed formations."Lord
Y'bneth!" The half-elf priestess Lindis, commanding in Baldum's place, was first to
notice the threat from the sky, and she turned to Y'bneth for guidance."Be calm."
475CF761746811E3_## = Veera appreciates Maloch's trust and protection. They are
like family to each other, and Veera's complaints of his stupidity are no more than
good-natured ribbing.
4781A1632E2CA436_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
478A6EB4E6168B10_## = Hunting Game
478B9BFEC2F0144A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4794AE5DBB026934_## = Unknown
479FE62AEF928806_## = Failure is not an option.
47BE97F2BEB266EA_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
47C4923304F3F211_## = Why did Yena join the Revolutionaries?
47DB3CA1C272BE35_## = Hall of Wealth
47E2B7B7AFB37679_## = Volkath
48043F1419D25612_## = The Terror
480842B2839AF56A_## = True believers of the Light shall find salvation.
481F6E4D5C77F220_## = Experienced in intelligence gathering, knows many secrets of
Athanor.
4820A840B33F67CE_## = The first 13 years of Letor Lorenzo's life has been nothing
but smooth sailing.\n\nUntil one day, his father introduced him to a tall blonde
lady.\n\n"Starting today, she will be appointed as the noble mage of the Lorenzo
family. Both of you are about the same age, be good to each other."\n\nLetor is
filled with excitement. He graciously bowed to her, reaching out his hand,
"Pleasure to meet you."\n\nAll he got in response were the young lady's never-
ending yawns.\n\n"Hello there, Raymond."\n\nShe even got his name wrong!\n\nThe
arrogant mage had been included into Letor's blacklist ever since. However, this
event did not divert Letor's attention toward Sephera.\n\nHe realized that this
mage who was about his age was forever daydreaming and snoozing off. She did not
devote any time to practice magic. Just like now, she is squatting by a tree,
gazing closely at the creek.\n\nLetor dully stood behind Sephera. His Elf language
class had just ended. He was in a poor mood since he is not well-versed in
languages himself.\n\n"What are you doing?"\n\nSephera answered him, without even
facing him, "I'm studying magic."\n\n"But you are just staring at the water all
day!"\n\n"Yes... Observing the water flow is also part of the magic
practice."\n\nUnfazed by her rather mature behavior, he interfered Sephera.\n\n"Why
are you not practicing?"\n\nSephera's eyes opened wide, filled with
innocence.\n\n"Because I am a genius."\n\nLetor was frustrated with her
answer.\n\n"Oh Lord! Why did father appoint you as my mage in the first
place..."\n\nSephera patted Letor's shoulder.\n\n"Because you're too weak, you need
nothing less than my protection."\n\nSephera's arrogance and laziness provoked
Letor. He rushed into his father's reading room and protested. He wanted her to be
sacked.\n\nOf course, his father rejected.\n\n"Sephera is a rare gem in the mage
family, one must not be skeptical about her."\n\nA rare gem? It must have been a
mistake. Letor's insomnia haunted him for a few days.\n\nThe two youngsters got
along together like this for a few good years. At the age of 15, Letor followed his
father's expedition to battle against the Lokheim monsters.\n\nThis was his first
actual war. It was a fierce and cruel war. As fatigue prevailed, Letor fell to the
ground, helplessly watching a frenzied beast rushing towards him.\n\nUnharmed, he
felt a warm water flow surrounding him. It then mercilessly pierced toward the
beast, devouring it into dust.\n\nLetor turned his head, seeing Sephera winking at
him, with a somewhat proud expression on her face.\n\nHappiness flowed within,
nevertheless, he spoke out with an unsatisfied tone,\n\n"Just wait, one day it will
be my turn to protect you."\n\nShe turned over, and a subtle smile could be seen on
her face. The sun beamed on her blonde hair, her pale face looked as if it's
translucent.\n\n"I'll be waiting".\n\nAfter a few decades, Sephera was appointed as
a leader of the mage. Her legend spread throughout Athanor. During the
confrontation between the mage and the Veda, an anonymous noble family funded them
generously and provided them an old castle to hide in. Sephera never met this
mysterious gentleman until the day she left Norman for Carano.\n\nBefore departing,
Sephera happily stretched herself while looking toward the half-covered window on
the second floor. She waved to bid goodbye, turned around and left without looking
back.\n\nA boy who had vowed to protect her is now all grown up.\n\n-THE END-\n
483C9B53BCD64189_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4859CB0C1AD36A53_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
488A6684214672DF_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
48A945A86A6997F3_## = 182cm
490B2422D2D90C4A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
49125E2FA50C78A5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
49158CE0D72734BB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
49430B6948DEDA49_## = Kriknak
497982E27AA042CA_## = 131cm
498899AC74B5293B_## = When Richter first saw Errol, he did not think the boy would
last three months. Little did he imagine, however, that he would watch Errol fall
from a cliff before his own eyes.
49B880236A545B68_## = The Soul Harvester
49CB9797AFEBCDAE_## = Florentino
4A008A7233B8065B_## = 19 Apr
4A0B8553BB4B41DA_## = South of Elborne Woods, the Southern Sea is the only sea
region under elf control, and the first line of defense against a Lokheim invasion
from the sea.
4A11EDC1C922E04F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4A304E9FC4D1867D_## = Dirak
4A3BDBE5FC2A982B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4A5B11C12DB5E2B8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
4A5CEC8BF4E76B9E_## = Holds a tea party with friends every Friday.
4A5EA6D4D800E49E_## = 17 Feb
4A7DDD2F062988D8_## = Elborne Woods
4A8AF2A4B808FC01_## = Liliana
4A8F897C89B9DE5B_## = I am Butterfly.
4A92E1C26F712067_## = Dirak Biography
4AACB2C81458D1DE_## = When the rich mines had been completely exhausted, Mildar,
the city that stands on steel, lost its glory.\n\nIndustrial expansion once brought
fortune to Mildar, yet the mines were now depleted, and industry dwindled.
Opportunistic industrialists plucked the very last resources as they departed, and
the city was left with myriads of industrial waste. Expediency is only human
nature, and it explains why the citizens migrated to other cities after the
economic recession and the abrupt environmental change. Of course, some stubborn
people stayed behind, and Elsu was one of them.\n\nAs a native Mildarian, Elsu had
a strong bond with the city. His parents died in a plague not long after he was
born. Thankfully, Mildar was under rapid development and citizens had many social
benefits, so Elsu was raised in an orphanage. He aspired to become a “City
Guardian” in order to repay the city.\n\nWith outstanding academic performance and
excellent archery skills, Elsu became a decorated City Guardian. Even though he
looked serious all the time, he was loved and respected by his comrades. His shots
also never missed their targets during the war. In just 3 years, Elsu’s special
team not only completed all military missions with excellent results, but also were
praised by the Federal Council on various occasions.\n\nTherefore, when the
authority decided to abandon Mildar, the Federal council issued an order to move
this brilliant special team to handle more difficult scouting missions behind enemy
lines. The second Darkness Invasion was winding down, and as a member of the Allied
Powers, the Federation of the Free invested all they had into this epic
war.\n\n“This is the greatest war in human history! Together with our allies, we
will send those filthy devils back to the abyss!” Spirited, every solider
participated in the war to fight for glory and honor.\n\nExcept Elsu.\n\n“Do you
know what you are doing? Look at the badge on your chest! You are betraying it!”
Facing criticism from his comrades, Elsu seemed deflated, “I have sworn to protect
this city until I die. I will keep my promise even though it is already in ruins.
I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t fight with you anymore.”\n\nThe majority of the
soldiers could not fathom Elsu’s emotional attachment to the city. Even though Elsu
was ridiculed as “coward”, “chickenhearted” or “draft dodger”, he still insisted on
leaving the military. His comrades departed Mildar angrily as Elsu watched them
leave.\n\n“You don’t have to do this. Mildar is done for.” Moren, who also chose to
stay, said to Elsu. After the war of Fort Alchemy, Moren returned to his hometown,
Mildar.\n\n“Then, why did you come back?” asked Elsu.\n\n"I'm old, you're young.
Don't ask me why." Moren waved his hand and walked away.\n\n"Everyone has a
reason," thought Elsu as he watched his friends depart.\n\n“But if one day they are
in trouble, I will protect them with everything I have!”
4AB684B0A51110B0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4B0655187BAAFAD6_## = Where I tread, no darkness shall dwell.
4B41582E0284F995_## = Unknown
4B7B451FAA7DBCAE_## = Let the gods stand in my way if they dare!\nNo one will stop
my path of slaughter!\nTo war!
4B8D811ED5F1211B_## = Afata
4B93E4435FCBA5F3_## = "What is the meaning of life without freedom?"\nAt the peak
of Mt. Orphean, a young boy with golden hair and crimson eyes asked his teacher.
The teacher put down his book sand smiled, "True freedom is not to do whatever you
want; it is to be able to refuse what you do not want to do."\nThe boy smiled and
his eyes shone with mischief. "Can I refuse you then, Master Edras?"\n"I'm afraid
not, Volkath. You are talented, but you have much to learn before the Holy Light
will accept you." Edras tried to bring the conversation back on course. Volkath was
intelligent, but too willful, too insistent on doing things his own way to accept
the teachings of the Holy Light.Volkath shrugged and did not press the issue, but
the smugness on his face was apparent. He did not notice the three girls sitting in
front sneaking peeks back at him, Edras' three favorite students, Marja, Kahlii,
Ilumia, who would become the Three Maidens of Veda. Nor did he know that one of
them would become his lover, another his fervent supporter, and the last his mortal
enemy.\nAlso sneaking a peek at Volkath was Veera, sitting in a corner, her timid
eyes filled with worry. Indeed, the seemingly innocuous debate had caught the
attention of all the other students - with the exception of Maloch, who was always
on Volkath's side, rain or shine.Past, present, future - whatever path he chose,
Volkath always had a loyal group of followers who walked with him, for he was as
generous to his friends as he was merciless to his enemies.\nEdras sensed the
threat posed by Volkath's charisma, but still he tried to bring Volkath back to the
light, until finally Volkath put an end to the link between master and student.\nIn
the great battle that pitted gods against demons Edras fell, and Volkath turned to
the abyss. By his side were Veera and Maloch, the first to join Volkath in his
rebellion, and Kahlii, one of the Three Maidens of Veda. Conspicuously missing,
however, was Volkath's lover Marja, another of the Three Maidens."Would you come
with me if I truly turned against the Holy Light?" Volkath asked Marja before he
took the final step.\n"I will cut off you head and hang it at the top of the
temple, to show the world what happens to traitors." Marja had wavered between her
teacher and her lover, but the call of duty was strong, and eventually she declined
Volkath's invitation.\n"Choice is both a right and a duty, my love. You will
understand, in time." Volkath whispered in her ear, "There is no safety in the
margin between light and darkness. There is only storm and fury, even if it has yet
to rear its head. This is my parting gift for you. You will need it, when the storm
comes..."As he spoke, he lifted Marja's chin and kissed her, a kiss so long that
Marja felt out of breath. It was as though she lost something, and gained something
at the same time.\nVolkath did not tell Marja that he had gifted her a part of his
soul, with which he broke the hold that the Holy Light had on her, and planted the
seeds for her transformation. Infinitely patient and confident, he was certain that
the woman who he loved would one day accept his ideals, and return to his embrace,
to walk again with him side by side.When the Holy Light was tarnished, Lokheim
welcomed their new lord. Volkath correctly predicted the political machinations in
Veda after Edras' death, with Ilumia banishing Marja. His parting gift for Marja
would help her break the shackles of light, and reunite them in the abyss.What
Volkath did not count on was that his invasion of Athanor would become his own
downfall. With the help of the World Tree Tel’Annas fell Volkath with a single
arrow, sending the Lokheim forces routing back to the abyss. When Marja escaped
from prison she was greeted not by her lover with open arms, but a cold, grey
tombstone.Marja's fury was terrible. Seeking vengeance on Afata, she sent Shadow
Worms innumerable against Afafa, leaving vast areas of lifeless, barren wastelands
in their wake. For a hundred years afterwards the forces of Afata never stepped out
of their territory, fearful of the threat that Marja posed."Marja, my love. Who
could have thought that the parting gift I left for you would become the key to my
resurrection?"\nA chance encounter awakened the piece of soul that Volkath had left
in Marja, completing their reunion, if only in spirit - in the literal sense of the
word.\n"Oh, my love, my love!" Marja gazed longingly at Volkath's almost fully
transparent apparition. "How I have longed to burn every last branch and leaf of
the accursed World Tree, and wring the neck of the elven queen with my own two
hands!"\nVolkath's spirit extended its arms and embraced Marja with ethereal arms.
"Look how beautiful and powerful you have become, free from the bondage of the
light! Once you were merely a puppet of the light; now you have found yourself, and
where you truly belong."\nEven without physical form, even as a mere fragment, a
shadow of its former self, the presence of Volkath's spirit was overwhelming.\n"The
false light shall be dispelled, and the freedom of darkness shall reign. Then I
shall take your hand, and together we shall stand above all!"
4B9AD6EA4BAEB80E_## = More than Bodybuard
4BCA593E4C5E53E9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4BE050C187C4D1E2_## = Extensive travels
4C053639515B1804_## = Even in Lokheim, little is known of Omen's origins. No one
denied his incredible power, but no one was foolish enough fight alongside him
either.\n\nHe played a key role in the First Divinity War, but he was also utterly
uncontrollable, slaughtering allies as well as enemies, and thus found himself
banished from Maloch's armies, until Arduin's assault on Rime Pass forced Lokheim
to unleash him.\n\nOmen did not disappoint. He single-handedly dismantled the Veda
assault, leaving behind no survivors, only a terrifying scene of carnage.\n\nOmen
himself disappeared after the battle. No one knows where he went, and it is
unlikely that anyone would be foolish enough to try to find out.
4C0F8B1FD7043192_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4C15BC82F0012BA8_## = Bathes in the light of the dawning sun every morning.
4C17DF50D03A78A6_## = The Old Growth
4C29176661F5B57C_## = Toro Biography
4C2A7F70D76E9A53_## = No paint can rival the beauty of fresh blood.
4C2B8CA297737CEE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4C3F3AD57AC4F938_## = Ata met Annette, who was practicing her wind magic when he
passed by Seasoul Town. This untalented mage who was blown away by her own magic
gained Ata's interest. "A dumb lady, definitely an interesting one."
4C49D647F1765703_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4C82470D70A108BF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4C9F2D23D7DC9F4F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4CA86A5099A243ED_## = Use skill <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> to Silent a hero for
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
4CAE4A693891F902_## = I share my beauty and fitness tips
4CBC4EF0EB2EEE86_## = "Thunder! At my beck and call!"\n\nTulen was a demigod born
to the call of thunder and lightning. He was an extraordinary child, able to bend
thunder and lightning to his will. The thunder Tulen created was a thousand times
stronger than regular magic. Some would call it godlike. Ilumia the Seer saw fit to
place him under the tutelage of Aleister in order to learn the intricacies of his
powers.\n\nYet, the sly Aleister did not take a liking to Tulen. He sensed that
Tulen would one day take his place, and thus decided he would teach Tulen nothing,
not a single spell. Unfortunately for Aleister, this method of teaching worked in
Tulen's favor. His innate ability to control thunder allowed him to harness his
powers without spells, While his vivid imagination propelled his powers to even
greater heights.\n\nTulen's success sent Aleister into a spiral that would
eventually lead to his downfall. Tulen was not blind to his teacher's ploy,
however. He had no intention of taking Aleister's place. Far from it. Yet, he also
had no intention of giving anyone else the throne of thunder. He wanted the
absolute freedom Aleister had... something a pupil like him would have great
difficulty achieving.\n\nFinally, Tulen descended upon the temple with his godlike
thunder and wiped away his teacher's sigil, burning his own upon the throne before
stunned eyes. In so doing, he proved that he not only had the strength to take
Aleister's place, but that the throne of thunder had already chosen him. Then,
under Ilumia's guidance, Tulen successfully ascended the throne of thunder.\n\nHis
first task was to recapture the throne's previous owner – his own teacher,
Aleister, for without Aleister, Tulen only held the title without the power. Tulen
understood that this near-impossible task was given to him to curb his wanton
display of power, but he didn't care.\n\n"No one understands what I truly desire!"
4CDC857A5497D54F_## = His conversations with Dirak usually involve Dirak talking
most of the time.
4CF5CAB511DC7753_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4D2A70D32A895F7D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
4D470EFB10EDCF1F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4D76D2EA6E1C76BB_## = The gods had retreated from the world. The holy light of Mt.
Orphean was becoming dimmer by the day. Doubt had crept into the halls of Veda, and
Ilumia's reign was facing an unprecedented challenge."If Light is the true way and
Darkness is false, why have we not heard from the God of Light?"\nMany Archons had
begun to doubt. All of them had been through the Divinity War ten thousand years
ago, and have seen the cruelty and brutality of the dark power of the abyss.Could
Volkath be right? Are we simply pawns for the gods, as Volkath said? Doubt and
pessimism grew by the day, to the extent that Ilumia could no longer ignore them.
Such heresies threatened the legitimacy of the rule of order, and she made an
example of several defeatists by punishing them severely, an act that simply drew
even more backlash.It was time, then, for a show of force. Ilumia walked out of the
temple to face the angry crowd that had gathered. The seed of dissent must be
nipped in the bud, lest it grow out of control."Those who blaspheme against the
gods shall be punished!" A ball of purple light formed in her hand - the power of
the gods, which the Archons had been denied ever since the gods retreated from the
world. Without it, they were powerless against the invaders from Lokheim.\nBut
somehow, Ilumia was able to wield this power, even now. The dissenters looked at
each other, unsure."Do not be fooled by her parlor tricks!" Cried the dissenter
leader. Ilumia looked in his direction, and a ball of purple light flew towards
him, exploding with magical energy - but only managed to leave behind a small burn
mark on his chest.\n"This is no power of the gods!" Confidence returned to the
dissenter leader, despite the injury. "Do not fear her! Cast the harlot down from
her throne!"\nIncited by their leader, the angry mob charged at Ilumia.\nIlumia
simply smiled. The next instant, a much greater mass of magical energy formed in
her palm, and a massive purple cloud flew at the oncoming mob, easily sweeping them
aside. Ilumia had shown them a taste of her true power."There's no turning back!
Remember what happened to Marja! She will show no mercy!"\nThese were powerful
words, and they spurred the dissenters on, in awe as they were of Ilumia's power.
Any dissenter that was not lying on the ground injured from Ilumia's attack once
against charged at Ilumia.\n"Fools."\nPurple bands of light surrounded Ilumia,
repelling all who would approach her.\n"Witness now, the true power of the
gods."\nIlumia raised her hand towards the sky, and the dissenters looked up.\nThey
looked up to see a star falling towards them.
4DA725CE08E1E021_## = Lokheim lord, advisor
4DEB35037D904A43_## = Ignis
4E036B6FE902D8D6_## = Do you wish to wield the power of thunder?\nIt's not so
difficult. Follow me, and I will see whether you are worthy to study with me.
4E069704DC12DCDA_## = Chapter 7
4E26702F7F1ED51E_## = When justice does not appear on time.\n\nThen it is the time
we stand on our own feet.\n\nBe a part of the mages.\n\nAttune to the flow of the
water and purify all evil!
4E4DAEA06BED4435_## = The Lord of Darkness, reborn in darkness.
4E57F3B696776FBC_## = The Wunderkind
4E5F61AE1FF00736_## = West to Afata is the Boiling Sea, Cresht's homeland. Nearby
is the Maelstrom of Lokheim, and the Lokheim presence has driven many of the
Boiling Sea's inhabitants into the forest.
4E8194E103F3C54E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4EA570060C310766_## = Once considered inferior among the Archons because of his
poor intelligence, Maloch is now one of the most feared demon lords. In ancient
times he lived in the wilds with Veera and Volkath, but with the Pact of Light and
the establishment of Veda he was forced to move to Mt. Orphean, to be instructed by
Archmage Edras. There he was subject to much scorn from his fellow students for his
poor intelligence and lack of progress, and though Volkath and Veera shielded him
from the worst, he began to harbor a deep grudge against Veda and all it stood
for.\n\nMaloch was the first to join Volkath in his rebellion against the gods, and
the first to follow the dark lord into the Abyss. Relying on his superior
constitution, he was the first to experiment with the dark energy of the Abyss on
himself, a process that gave him greatly elevated demonic strength, and compensated
for some of his weaknesses. He was at the fore of Lokheim's two major invasions
into Athanor, slaughtering many heroes of the Archons, Elves and Humans.\n\nWith
Volkath's return, Maloch once again takes up the banner of the Lokheim vanguard,
ready to lead the third invasion.
4EAFE99309463614_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4ED8DE9A4038D5B9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4EDEE765DFEA8974_## = Veera
4EDEEF75F93F2D6B_## = The beginning of Violet and Butterfly's story.
4F083C004E05394C_## = Sisters of Lokheim
4F2631A98ED1F09B_## = Allain
4F32ADB48D873EA1_## = This'll only hurt a bit…
4F37326957510577_## = Nakroth swore fealty to Maloch, whom he both respected and
feared, seeking revenge against old enemies.
4F6B85317E681E8F_## = Dragon's Roar
4F6F0898E2F0758E_## = One of the legions of Lokheim, consisting primarily of demons
under Maloch's command.
4F9225F89449850A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
4F965C1E553457B4_## = Nemesis of the Forest
4F96EA3D43D300E1_## = Kingdom of Okka
4FC8BB0B10171835_## = The heads of countless prey line his walls.
4FCEE45AAA9A1A40_## = 7 Jan
4FF1D5F78D0C611D_## = 20 Nov
4FF5D4A261447043_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
500429F993531E0D_## = Commit seppuku
501A43EDB302A9B9_## = The Seer
50531411F29950A4_## = What would Enzo do if Yorn was kidnapped during his morning
prayer?
5088B4B1A6B1A588_## = The masseter muscle, because he's always chewing on fruit
50BFAE5FA7608BE9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
50C8EBC63CE86A29_## = 165cm
50F1612CC6ACBCB7_## = Lokheim
50F7F44330773963_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
514A0B6F5F2D6799_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5185A58BAC36B61B_## = Afata
519FF07BCBA571DA_## = A poor memory that's always causing her to utter the wrong
spell
51C56107B5694A21_## = D'Arcy sat in his laboratory, watching Murad's group through
his magic crystal, having been informed of their arrival by the sentries. He did
not have many guests here at the Great Wall - most of his friends were either no
longer among the living, or simply came and went as they pleased, and he was
curious about these visitors."Interesting. Very interesting." D'Arcy muttered and
turned his gaze to Murad's belt. "Very interesting indeed."The train passed through
the military district and arrived at one of the Great Wall's hubs. According to
Adele, there were hundreds of such hubs across the length of the wall, drawing
magical power from the environment and feeding it into the wall's myriad magical
defenses, such as the powerful magic cannons that sat atop the wall.As the trio
alighted the train and approached the wall on foot, Adele pointed to a long row of
names etched into it. The names of the heroes who died defending the wall, she
said.Yena gazed up at the names of the heroes, and thought back to her former home,
the fallen empire, and her friends, buried beneath the sand, their names lost to
the desert. She did not stop, however, and followed Murad and Adele into a small
metal cage, which Adele called an "elevator".Adele saw the two of them off and
waved goodbye. "I must return to my duties. Lord D'Arcy's assistant will receive
you at the top. Good luck!"The elevator doors closed and began to move with a low
hum, slowly accelerating as it ascended. The feeling of increased weight was not
especially uncomfortable, but unfamiliar and unsettling. Yena sneaked a peak at
Murad, who was impassive, silent, and seemingly uninterested in any conversation.
Yena looked back down, twiddling her fingers without a word.The former prince of a
once-great empire. A former temple acolyte with many faces who served many masters,
or at least professed masters. In this isolated, claustrophobic space with no one
else around them, they set aside the masks that they wore in public, licking wounds
too old, too deep and too painful to reveal to anyone who did not share them.The
silence did not last for long, though it felt like an eternity. A chime sounded,
and the elevator came to a stop. In less than a dozen seconds, Murad and Yena had
arrived from ground level to the top of the wall, nearly a hundred stories high.
Both of them looked up and put on their best smile. It was time to make a good
impression."Welcome to the Laboratory of Dimensional Magic. Interim Laboratory, if
one is to be perfectly exact." A middle-aged gentleman with a rather generous
waistline was waiting outside the elevator, dressed in a formal black suit and
wearing a monocle. "My name is Bubba, and I am Lord D'Arcy's assistant. Allow me to
take you to the reception room.""Thank you, Bubba," replied Murad, now looking
every bit the part of the flamboyant and carefree prince. The two of them followed
Bubba through a narrow corridor with silver walls and floor, barely wide enough for
two people to walk side-by-side."Kindly stay on the marked sections of the
corridor," said Bubba as he led the way. "Lord D'Arcy has been conducting
experiments on Dimensional Magic in this place for hundreds of years, and it has
inevitably had a destabilizing effect on the planar fabric. As you value your
existence kindly do not step outside these two silver lines, or we cannot guarantee
that we will be able to retrieve any molecule of yours for your next of kin." Only
then did Murad and Yena notice a silver line running along the corridor on each
side, making the already-narrow corridor even more cramped. Yena slowed down a bit
to allow Murad to go ahead, following behind in a file."Lord D'Arcy must
be...frugal, keeping his own space so simple. Surely he could have had a much more
spacious environment if he wished," said Murad drily."He does not have many
visitors to show off to. I am the only one who uses this corridor regularly," said
Bubba, patting his belly with a hint of pride. "The width of this corridor is built
to yours truly's specifications.""What about the others? Adele said there are many
students at the lab studying under D'Arcy," called out Yena from the rear of the
file."Ah, have you forgotten where you are?" Laughed Bubba as he shook his balding
head. "The students use the dimensional portals that Lord D'Arcy set up. Those who
are incapable of activating the portals are, of course, unworthy to study with Lord
D'Arcy.""Do you mean there are Andura Stones here? Andura Stones, attuned to
Dimensional Magic?" Yena's question was not so much a question as an affirmation.
Though she had never had a formal magic education, she had some knowledge of the
arcane through her training at the Temple, and she knew that Andura Stones of the
corresponding nature were required to maintain an enchantment for an extended
period.Without even realizing it, Murad had grabbed the hilt protruding from his
belt, belonging to one of the twin Blades of Time, sacred artifacts of the Helios
Empire passed down through the royal line, said to be able to tear open the fabric
of space and take the bearer back in time. Overuse had exhausted and damaged the
artifact, now relegated to its sheath to prevent further loss of its powers.
51CC61BF121DFFA6_## = Not only is Wisp the adopted daughter of the renowned master
Moren, she is also the younger sister of Max, the “Wunderkind”. While envied by
many in Cedar City, a hub for talented elites from all around Athanor, Wisp
secretly confessed that it’s difficult being the sister of a genius.\n\nBut having
a famous father and a genius brother does have its perks. Under their influences,
Wisp became a tinkerer of machines at a very young age, even though everything she
touched broke down mysteriously or simply exploded. Eventually she became known as
the “Demolition Expert of the Lab”.\n\n“Don’t worry, it’s just wear and tear,”
Moren always comforted Wisp with these kind words to encourage her to keep
exploring. She believed him and carried on with her experiments, but at the expense
of Max, who worked in the same lab and had to put up with mysterious explosions,
shock waves and the mess that Wisp left behind...\n\n“Don’t worry, it’s just wear
and tear,” Wisp would comfort Max with those very same words.\n\nIn less than two
years, Wisp had mastered everything about machines and what they are capable of.
She also found her calling in bombs, which meant that she had to move into the
mountainous areas with less residents to carry out advanced
experiments.\n\nNaturally, Max was very happy about this arrangement, because it
meant he would be free from the nightmare that is his sister. But being the big
brother, he was still worried about her moving out, so he built her the
“Destructor”, a mechanical transport that becomes deadly when loaded with
ammunition.\n\n“Thank you, bro!” Wisp immediately climbed into the cockpit. Max
suddenly recalled a fatal bug that he hadn’t fixed, but it was too late. The
Destructor came to a halt after a series of grinding noises.\n\nWisp scowled, “What
was that? Did you build me something defective?”\n“It was just an accident!” Max
replied, but he was really thinking, “well, you touched, it, so it broke
down.”\n\n“Actually, you are now an extraordinary tinkerer, so you should fix it
yourself,” Moren finally spoke up.\n\n“A piece of cake!” Wisp complied, slid down
from the Destructor and grabbed the wrench from Max.\n\nSoon, Wisp and a
functioning Destructor were on their way. Both Moren and Max had smiles on their
faces as they saw her off. She was finally on her own. But before they even turned
around to go home, an explosion rocked the area and they could hear Wisp screaming,
“the energy core just exploded! Help me fix this!”
51F077BC85E59562_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
521C1AAC3738D54F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
521C68733B2C4C72_## = I've climbed mountains and crossed oceans\nI've traversed
every inch of Athanor\nAll in order to attain my salvation\nWill you share this
burden of mine with me?
5247F3B386CC0738_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
52C46CCBDAABC487_## = Loyal Servant
52CE5A75D435D6B2_## = Nightingale
5316408273D26197_## = Chapter 2
53303322C414AD18_## = Zip
5358B53E24116EE8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5394F49F6A645797_## = Elda River
53B0C9140AAB0AD2_## = {0} Life Steal <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
53B1CB2D20EF9649_## = The enemy is innumerable and the battle is raging.\nOur backs
are against the wall.\nJoin us now, and protect wall, hearth and home!
53B3329BF48C3C38_## = Dark Lord Reborn
53F45516722E9C73_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
53F651BF43CD46BC_## = Carano
540E6B905D9AEA4F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
546665E7B726BC8B_## = 190cm
54814DF7568E6EF4_## = The Seer
54892FAF41EBEA7A_## = Y'bneth Biography
54AFEFB6F7DAB4C9_## = Royal Foe
54CBEAA1316CA1CB_## = 19 Feb
54D6A9942B9A677B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
54F23AD2B542CECA_## = Eland'orr
54F2705C29936D2B_## = Born in the hills, he is an expert in surviving in the
wildness.
5515C4883173F7CD_## = Was a famous playboy during his student days.
551B9D4F0DBD5E9D_## = The calm before the storm, the prelude to slaughter.\nLet
heaven and earth fall silent for us, let death live forever.
552249543AEF8294_## = The personal guards of the queen, part of the Forest Guards.
55374CB664E420C9_## = Friend and Foe
554073DCEE2E3081_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5541D8B609B63ED9_## = She owns a gargantuan pond with many weird fishes at her
residence
55AA6B162C521FFA_## = The Adventurer
55B5EC6995B72788_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5618BEE026B7A4A5_## = Ilumia
5626EE123BCC3BA9_## = Violet
565B26FB976F7271_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
568F031C4062378E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
570015FB106B6DBC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5701BBEC1B65DDFD_## = Toro
5720743969042639_## = Mina
576261D8F72B7002_## = 7 Oct
5783DDAED97B5B1C_## = There is one piece of rose cookie left. Both Sephera and
Dirak love this. Who should I give it to?
578EC6A4F9A2B319_## = I have no fear of wind or waves, only crew members who
surrender.
578F4793C4A59955_## = “What should I do after the war is over?” On cold nights,
Butterfly's sword emits a crimson light that radiates a sense of
warmth.\n\n“Survival is never easy for people like me, the people who feed on dirt
and blood. I have no time to think about anything else,” her cold voice scoffed
from the shadows. Even after several straight days of fighting, Butterfly showed no
sign of fatigue. As a well-trained mercenary, she is capable of retaining and
recovering her stamina throughout an exhausting war.\n\nButterfly was a code name
given by her mercenary order. Unlike ordinary, freelance mercenaries, Butterfly was
specially trained by the order. As the order's numbers grew, their requests became
more complicated as well. Clients started demanding specific requirements of the
mercenaries; they insisted on certain abilities, genders, ages, and even
appearances. In response, the order assiduously trained Butterfly to cater to the
ever-changing requests.\n\nAccording to her contract, Butterfly, as an orphan, was
to be raised by the mercenary order and trained in combat. Growing up, she served
as a contractor for the association, requiring her to surrender half of the bounty
she earned from every assignment as repayment for the order's investment on her, at
least until her debt was cleared.\n\nThanks to her efficiency, competence, and the
shortage of other female mercenaries, Butterfly was offered the job of protecting
Astrid, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Rose. She had completed numerous
similar assignments, most of which required her to accompany noblewomen to
different events, offering protection while dressed as a servant.\n\nHad it not
been such a high-paying assignment, she would have chosen a far more exciting task,
like hunting a dragon from the abyss, or eliminating the leader of a group of
bandits. Anything else seemed a better alternative to entertaining a bunch of
socialites, spending the whole night listening to their trivial
gossip.\n\nStrangely, the new assignment was not as boring as Butterfly had
expected. In retrospect, she was thrilled, if not overwhelmed, by the experience,
as she was sent to protect Astrid in a fight against the Lokheim army that had
defeated Arduin and the Vedan knights.\n\nAfter the deaths of her father and
brother, and the siege of her castle, the young Astrid led the Knights of Rose into
battle in the name of the Rose family. Butterfly was hired to protect Astrid, and
when the fighting had finally stopped, both were left wounded and scarred from days
of battle.\n\nIn fact, according to the regulations of the mercenary order,
Butterfly was entitled to abandon the assignment according to the contract's clause
regarding “Colossal Changes in Assignment Complexity.” But she carried on with her
duties, protecting Astrid in the absence of the late Duke of Rose, who never
thought his daughter would have to go to war. When Astrid raised her father's
sword, “Embertrail,” Butterfly’s assignment became almost impossible.\n\nBut
Butterfly did not back down, not only because it was her duty, it was also how she
worked.\n\n“The word 'flee' is not in my vocabulary.”
57A07B74FED21E71_## = Zip
57A817E0E832EB21_## = Ryoma
57A822A590D492DB_## = "The darkness has always been there. It lurks within every
single one of my works like a hidden tumor."\n\nEnzo is more than just an
inquisitor for the church; he is also an inspired artist, his paintings much sought
after by believers for the divine light that fills every brush and stroke. Out of
the public eye, he is involved in another kind of creation, his brush the tools of
torture and execution, his palette the bright and dark tints of red blood.\n\nAs a
native of Mt. Ophean, Enzo was indoctrinated with Temple teachings from a young age
and accepted into the church for his outstanding artistic talent and pious faith.
He was a disciplined and capable student, and though there was always a curious
sense of aloofness about him, it did not prevent him from rising quickly through
Temple ranks, becoming one of its most promising disciples.\n\nAs inquisitor, Enzo
was something of a celebrity in the Temple ranks, both admired and envied. But Enzo
had no time for either - he was focused on his "artistic work".\n\n"Blood...such
beautiful blood...why do I feel this way?" Dark thoughts permeated Enzo's mind as
he broke the will of his victims bit by bit. As crimson blood dripped onto the cold
stone floor, Enzo carefully managed the magnitude and direction of pain and
suffering, so that the two scarlet blooms merged into one, a sanguine, seductive
red rose. This was Enzo's first artwork of blood and pain, and he fell irrevocably
in love with it. Deep inside, however, Enzo was afraid. Such brutal and violent
urges were decidedly at odds with the theological teachings that he received from a
young age - it was the stuff of the Abyssal demons.\n\n"Holy Light, pray illuminate
my path." After much prayer and meditation, Enzo decided to confess. After all, the
Holy Light was all-knowing, all-illuminating.\n\n"The darkness in our hearts is the
sin that we were all born with," said the priest. "There is no need to fear, and no
need to run away. You were born in the light and grew up in its glory. Your soul is
strong, as is your faith, and just as the moon and star shines in the night sky, so
too can even the blackest darkness give light."\n\nExpecting to be dismissed from
his post, Enzo left the Hall of Gospel with his appointment intact and a serenity
in his heart that he had never known before. As he walked into the sun's rays and
the sight of the Temple of Light floating in the air greeted him, Enzo fell to his
knees and tears of joy flowed down his face.\n\nThe Light is my life, my joy. My
soul it shields and comforts, and I shall fear no evil. Having conquered his inner
demon, Enzo's performance became more impressive than ever, and he soon earned a
place in the church's inner circle. He gained access to many of the church's
secrets, and when the renegade ninja Hayate infiltrated the ancestral temple of
Mist Island attempting to sever the Pact of Light, Enzo was sent to investigate the
incident, as one of the few privy to the knowledge of Mist Island.\n\nEnzo was
deeply perturbed as he examined the evidence. A prodigy gone rogue. An infiltration
that foiled all mortal safeguards. A rescue in the nick of time. And this
suffocating, demonic scent. How did the traitor get past all of Dragon Tower's
defenses, physical and magical? Was this all Hayate's own doing, or was there
someone - several someones, perhaps - behind all this? This was all very
interesting, very interesting indeed...\n\nDetermined to get to the bottom of this,
Enzo resolved to capture Hayate with his own two hands, and he will not rest until
he has the renegade in his dungeon, until he has a chance to inflict upon the
traitor all that he has learned over the years, until the heretic rues the day he
turned against the church.\n\n"Those who besmirch the Light shall know its full
fury!"
57C855CEAE5F162A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
57CC8B9FB4BFBB8F_## = Money disappears right at the end of the month. Where does it
all go?
57D8B7F5A9FDB40D_## = Federation of the Free
57EC36E096F6F78B_## = Federation of the Free
581284E14BDBFB6B_## = Dark Lord Reborn
58333E20171BA7F4_## = Takes a bubble bath every day.
583CD06634D61F94_## = Kingdom of Norman
5857FC76DCA0217E_## = "Time is fair, but also ruthless..."\n\nTreefolk from the
Elborne Woods are steadfast guardians of nature. Like normal trees, Treefolk are
born weak saplings, but gradually grow to their impressive size by weathering tens
to hundreds of years of relentless storms. Their lifespan gives them strong
branches, lush leaves, and a calm, tranquil personality. Y'bneth, however, is an
exception. He is a curious soul, always eager to learn.\n\nBe it fairies that speed
past, the birds roaming the skies, beasts seeking food, or the swimming fish—
Y'bneth wanted to befriend them all. He had visited every nook and cranny of the
vast Elborne Woods, but he did not wish to stop there. The more he learned from his
new friends, the less he realized he actually knew. Finally, the day came when he
decided that it was time he ventured into the outside world.\n\nAll other Treefolk
considered him insane, and even the fairies found this decision a bit rash. The
birds brought news from afar: humans were expanding their territory, often waging
war against the beasts on the borders in order to fulfill their greed. The
creatures hidden in the dark were getting ready to make their move as well. All in
all, the world outside was not a peaceful one. Y'Beth began questioning his own
choice. Should he follow his heart, or should he listen to his friends? The Tree of
Dawn, he concluded, was the only one who could provide him with an answer.\n\nThe
Tree of Dawn was the greatest creation of the Creator Himself, as well as the
perfect landmark for gods to use when returning to Athanor. It was a miracle that
sealed the Rift between worlds, the origin of all life. For Y'bneth, visiting the
Tree of Dawn was much like coming home to his mother. The Tree of Dawn had been
slumbering for more than ten thousand years due to having spent all its energy
sealing up the Rift, and all who wish to communicate with it must do so via its
dreams. Treefolk have a natural advantage here—all they need to do is send their
roots deep down into the earth underneath their feet, and they are able to connect
with the Tree of Dawn easily through the all-encompassing underground
network.\n\nOnce Y'bneth explained the reason for his visit, he was brought into
the Tree of Dawn's dream, where he experienced the dewy spring, the bright summer,
the chilling autumn and the lonely winter. He saws all four seasons pass by, again
and again, in an endless cycle. He saw so much, yet all this time the Tree of Dawn
said not a word. That was the answer he was seeking: go with the flow of nature,
and all will be well. Y'bneth, therefore, set off on his way. His friends gave up
on trying to convince him otherwise, and even held a grand farewell ceremony for
him. He received a parting gift from the Tree of Dawn as well—a branch from the
legendary tree itself.\n\nFollowing the river, Y'bneth headed east on foot until he
arrived at the Moonlit Plains, where servants of darkness had appeared from
underground and began wreaking havoc on the beautiful land. The Moonlit Plains,
once a thriving environment for flora and fauna, was now dying at an alarming
speed. That is when it struck Y'bneth what the true purpose of his journey was. He
pulled out the branch from the Tree of Dawn, and used it to cultivate a new forest
on the Moonlit Plains, which he named Verno—"protection" in ancient Elvish.\n\nThe
lavish Verno Woods has brought the natural balance back to the world as well as
become a shield that protects all from the raining arrows and blasting magic. With
the birth of the Afata Alliance, the Verno Woods soon grew into an outpost for
fighting off the dark invasion. Y'bneth's journey ended here—he travels no more and
instead opts to stay in the Verno Woods, now his second home.\n\nThe strategically
advantageous location of the Verno Woods makes it a busy hub where travelers often
pass by, an ideal situation for Y'bneth, who loves to listen to the travelers'
stories. Here, he fulfills his dream to learn more about the world, while also
fulfilling his destiny to protect the peace on the land—a destiny endowed upon him
by the Tree of Dawn.\n\n"I guard my home and all that lives within it!"
586294AB30ACFF7B_## = He rides Y'bneth when he doesn't feel like walking.
58705B6B227F65C8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
588247E87E14FAA9_## = Veda
5884A4761C579A52_## = Has many secret admirers among the Revolutionaries.
58EFC9C58C206B5A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
58F79FABA18A9B20_## = Kingdom of Norman
59509CD9427FC12B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
59635370D2FDDCDF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
596AC11E984293A3_## = I'm craving for sweets, but now I'm hungry for you.
596C4E9981EFA560_## = The Lovers
5970130FCFB8A070_## = Lauriel
59A8D3C46A82D716_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
59AA1BE2821A3A11_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
59C876124DE649A3_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
59D1DDB6C689A373_## = Kingdom of Norman
59D58638417AE3D8_## = Chapter 1
59FC3FE2111B0CB9_## = Marja's laughter echoed through the cavern. She had not been
so amused for a long time."I failed in my task, unfortunately." Hayate answered in
a humble and straightforward manner."Let's hope Veda doesn't churn out people like
you all the time, or we'll never win this war!" Said Marja. Mganga, meanwhile,
simply stood by one side - the less involvement he had in the political struggles
of those high above, the better.Marja had stood up and descended from her throne to
approach Hayate. "So...what did you get from that old dragon?"Hayate felt his heart
skip a beat, and a dark dragon shadow appeared behind him with a great roar that
shook the caverns. Marja stopped, stunned - not because of the dragon roar, but a
feeling that was so familiar yet so strange, one that she had not felt for tens of
thousands of years."Volkath! Is it you? Volkath!" Marja screamed, completely
forgetting that there were others present. Another black shadow had risen from
behind her and had caught the dragon shadow in its embrace, while the latter
desperately tried to escape.Hayate was no less stunned. He had never felt such
power, such helplessness - not even on the night that he faced Xeniel's
might.Before their eyes, the shadow that came from Marja grew more and more
corporeal, while the dragon faded away. Hayate felt his strength leave his still-
convalescing body rapidly."Marja, my love. Who could have thought that the parting
gift I left for you would become the key to my resurrection?" Volkath's shadow
stood up and reached out to embrace Marja. "However...we have matters to attend to
before us."Marja was beyond words and could only nod her affirmation, trembling in
excitement and completely submissive to the shadow that had her enthralled in every
way. Volkath let go of the struggling dragon shadow and allowed it to return to
inside Hayate."You still have something that I want, mortal," said Volkath, looking
down at Hayate with his shadowy eyes. "And you may be of use to me yet, mortal.
Know that Volkath rewards those who serve him fairly, be it wealth, power or
strength that you seek...""I just want to keep Mist Island out of your war,"
answered Hayate. But something told him that if there was anyone who could fulfill
his wish, it would be the being before him."So be it," said Volkath. He turned to
Marja, who was still looking up at him with adoring eyes. "Will you bear witness to
this promise and perform it on my behalf, my dear? Perhaps the mortal will be more
comfortable if he had assurances from someone who had physical form."Hayate did not
move, though his heart rate rose every so slightly."Of course! Your wish is my
command." Marja turned to Hayate and smirked. "Serve Lord Volkath faithfully, and
your wishes will be fulfilled."Hayate still did not know who Volkath was, but he
had learned enough about Marja from Mganga. He bowed deeply in the tradition of his
people, signaling his acceptance and subservience."Now leave. You will be told of
your duty when it's time." Marja was eager to send Hayate away, for she had far too
many things to say to Volkath. Then she glared at Mganga. "Say nothing of this to
anyone. Or else..."Mganga felt sweat run down his back, but he put on his best
smile and bowed as Hayate did. "I live to serve your will, my lord.""Excellent."
Even without corporeal form, Volkath's satisfaction was clear. "The day will come
when we stand high above all, even the accursed Veda. And when that day comes, you
will all be duly rewarded."
5A0748277A6B5E11_## = Battle of the Guards
5A12C122C80EE19C_## = Y'bneth
5A2477010401CE27_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5A4179A3DD6A5B6B_## = Richter Biography
5A4B848D08AF8B24_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5A7217E1F6528E02_## = Assassin
5A8E2D2ADF71B322_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5A8F225EC8E7A5C2_## = D'Arcy paid a heavy price for his split from his former
master, Lorion. Beneath his tattered robes, his wounds bled black blood, the mark
of injuries caused by black magic, which leaves corruption and curse on those whom
they touch.\nOnly the power of the gods could dispel the effects of black magic.
Mortals must endure its damage through their lifeforce or magical power. This was
why D'Arcy was committed to eliminating black magic.To avoid affecting his friends,
D'Arcy did not regroup with them. He left a letter and set out on a journey to
remove this curse.\nHis first stop was the holy mountain of Orphean and the Veda
relics within. Then he journeyed to Verno, trying to find the world tree and Elven
queen who dwelt within, who had a weapon able to combat black magic.\nHis search
was fruitless. "Asked" to leave by the defenders of Verno, D'Arcy must travel to
his last goal - the rift in the world, which connects the world of Athanor to the
abyss of Lokheim. This was a place that held many mysteries of magic, the place
that gave birth to black magic.\nPerhaps the world saw his talent for magic and
approved, or perhaps it was blind luck. D'Arcy stepped into the rift and failed to
find what he was looking for, but he discovered a new power when he was
accidentally swept into a dimensional rift. He had found Dimension Magic.With his
newfound power, D'Arcy was able to separate black magic from healthy flesh. He was
no longer tormented by corrupting pain day and night, and his weak body was
revitalized by his new magical power. Having gained mastery over dimensional magic,
D'Arcy broke through the walls between dimensions to return to Athanor and his
friends.\nDecades had passed since D'Arcy's disappearance. The Anti-Dark Magic
Alliance had grown in size and strength. They have unsealed the ancient temple of
Veda, and new factions have rode the wave and rose to power. As the foremost black
mage of his time, D'Arcy's former master Lorion became the greatest villain known
to man.D'Arcy led the assault against the final stronghold of the black mages. In
the Wailing Marshes D'Arcy fought his former mentor, overpowering the black mage
with his newfound power. In an act of mercy, borne out of gratitude for Lorion's
teachings, D'Arcy opened a dimensional gate, exiling Lorion to another world.\nBut
Lorion's soul had fallen completely to blackness. With demonic fury he unleashed
his magical reserves, accumulated over many years, against D'Arcy in one foul
spell.\nD'Arcy may have exiled Lorion, but Lorion's last stand had weakened him,
causing him to lose control of the dimensional gate. He, too, was swept away into
another dimension.\nIt was there that he encountered the fragmented soul of
Volkath, Lord of Darkness. But that is a story for another day...
5A90E621EB944300_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5A96DDDB7FDC95FB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5AD07872A9DA18A6_## = I heard that no one (god) dares to look at Ilumia for more
than 3 seconds because...
5AE4CC8A28C653AE_## = I dreamed of a beautiful dream, one filled with blood!
5AFA4E31804EFF94_## = Turns into a cool wind for the queen on a hot day.
5AFDC1634F6EA35E_## = Zill stood beside Tel'Annas in Sunfall Valley, watching the
Afata forces fight the Shadow Worms. He passed a glance at Tel'Annas' silver hair,
which swayed lightly in the breeze - his own work, though he would never admit
it.\n\n"Zill," said Tel'Annas. "Do it."\n\n"Your wish is my command." Zill bowed,
and two blades of storm appeared in his hands. The next moment, he was gone with
the wind.Kriknak had been lurking among the Shadow Worm forces, looking for an
opportunity to strike at Tel'Annas, when his instincts warned that he was in
danger. He leaped, causing Zill's attack to miss. Tel'Annas' bodyguard threw his
blades towards Kriknak with the power of storms, and Kriknak spread his wings to
fly above them.\n\nThe two of them served their liege loyally as bodyguards, but
they were also renowned assassins. They fought not as soldiers in battle lines, but
used those lines as cover as they moved quickly in and out of the ranks, trying to
find each other's blind spots, or feigning a weakness to lure the foe in.Suddenly a
hole appeared in the Forest Guardians' lines. Kriknak disengaged from Zill and
headed straight for the heart of the Forest Guardian formation, Tel'Annas in his
sights.\n\n"Your Highness!" Zill cried. At the same instant Kriknak leaped from the
dark tide of Shadow Worms, straight at Tel'Annas, too quickly and too far away for
Zill to stop him.\n\nBut Zill was not Tel'Annas' only guardian."Not so
fast."\n\nWith Y'bneth's booming voice, two thick branches reached out from among
the Forest Guardian ranks, sending Kriknak flying.\n\nWith his opponent
incapacitated, Zill charged into the Shadow Worm ranks unopposed, cutting through
them like hot knife through butter. This was the Forest Guardians' answer to the
Shadow Worm tide - kill them quickly enough that they could not
regroup.\n\n"Charge!"
5B1892D6D380383B_## = Kingdom of Norman
5B1F51FFD2278670_## = Kingdom of Norman
5B31AB85944FA8F5_## = Who is Nakroth's best partner in the Abyss?
5B7001799FA94B85_## = Which of the following best describes Maloch's view on love?
5B79163201C11C1C_## = The War Hammer
5B83E6BD16CE436D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
5B9DD5BAB13F9647_## = 7 Jul
5BB78E89F17FA4CE_## = The Abyss. A realm of chaos, filth, blood, and endless
darkness. Powerful and twisted abominations lurk in every corner, waiting to prey
on those weaker than themselves, such as Zip.\nZip is one of a new generation of
species native to the Abyss, and one would be forgiven for thinking that he was
less evolved than the creatures that try to eat him - he has neither sharp claws
nor imposing physique, a little fur ball that lacks any of the impressiveness or
menace expected of an Abyss monster. But Zip is "he", not "it", and therein lies
all the difference.\n\nBefore the demigods fell to the Abyss and became the Demons,
the monsters of the Abyss were mere beasts, living and dying by the law of the
jungle. For all their strength and power, they would never be the driving force of
the world.\n\n"The apex predator, sitting at the top of the food chain, and less
useful than a pitiful rock," said Veera, Queen of the Night, contemptuously. But
Zip was different. His race was born out of thousands of years of transformation of
the Abyss by the Demons. At first they dug through the rock and dirt with their
sharp claws, digging up ore veins that have lay dormant for millennia, forging
their first tools in the fires of the lava rivers. In the darkness of the Abyss the
spark of civilization was born, and Zip the brightest among them.\n\nVeera quickly
appreciated what Zip meant. Though the Demons had the resources of the whole Abyss
at their disposal, the undisciplined army of monsters was not enough for them to
achieve their goals. This was why she needed to establish a foothold in Athanor at
all costs, building dungeons and recruiting more Corrupted to join the forces of
the Abyss.\n\nZip's emergence changed Veera's plans. If she could breed an army of
abyssal creatures that had the same intelligence and capacity for learning as Zip
did, then the Abyssal armies, already superior in numbers to their enemies, shall
truly have no more equal.\n\nThe new species needed room to grow and be exposed to
new things, so that it could be observed and studied. And so Veera gave Zip the
right of passage through all Abyss territories, and she assigned Mganga to follow
and study Zip's behavior."Come now, little one, this won't hurt, it's just a few
hairs!" Mganga put on his warmest and most inviting smile - at least, that was what
he thought he did.\n\n"No! It hurt!" Zip had been fooled once, and he would not be
fooled again. But Mganga was too fast. "Well, it's not up to you to decide now!" He
said with a satisfied grin.\n\n"Lemme go! Lemme go, or I...I eat you!" Zip opened
his mouth, and a blue light came out from it, engulfing everything immediately in
front of him. The next moment, all that the light touched had disappeared,
including Mganga. And Zip's body had ballooned to several times its original
size.\n"Well, would you look at that. The little one has a trick up his sleeve."
Veera clapped lightly and said to Mina, who was standing next to her, "Look after
the little one. Don't let Mganga get too carried away.""Your wish is my command,"
Mina replied dutifully, but she had to fight to keep her curiosity down. Why did
her mistress show no concern as to Mganga's fate? The warlock was annoying, to be
sure, but as far as she knew he still had his uses...\n\nAnd then, before her eyes,
Zip suddenly deflated like a pierced balloon, regurgitating Mganga and everything
else he had just ingested, his body returning to its original size.\n\nThe
disheveled Mganga did not show the slightest hint of frustration of anger, but
began to dance in an almost childlike elation. "A pocket dimension! The little
one's stomach has a pocket dimension in it! And I'm going to find out more about
it! Mwahahahaha!"Mina knew nothing about magic, but she knew she had to do her
mistress's will. So she raised her scythe and walked towards Zip, who lay on the
ground rubbing his stomach, still recovering from the toll of using his power for
the first time. Mina made no particular effort to mask her footsteps, and Zip
looked up with ears raised to see a young scythe-wielding woman
approaching.\n\nZip's first reaction was to be dumbstruck by her beauty. His second
reaction was to be dumbstruck by fear. But then, somehow, facing such a dangerous
presence, he felt a sense of affinity and affection. He did not think much with his
simple mind, and, following his instincts, went up and rubbed himself against
Mina's leg, sniffing and wagging his tail. Mina nonchalantly sent Zip flying with a
little kick, then turned to Mganga, who was still dancing in joy.\n \n"Lady Veera
has placed this creature in my charge. Whatever you want to do with him must have
my blessing, or else..." she let her menacing aura finish the sentence for her. As
for Mganga, he continued to grin exultantly, gazing past Mina at Zip, a hint of
malevolence in his eyes.\nZip felt a chill run up his spine and quickly scampered
towards Mina, who was already walking away.\n\n"Wait for me!"
5BCCEEB8A4FC6FCB_## = D'Arcy was Sephera's childhood friend. Sephera admires
D'Arcy's restless studies regarding magic as well as his impeccable talent. During
the time when D'Arcy was exiled, Sephera who had a calm demeanor, shed tears in her
room for a whole month.
5BD218D641D7F12C_## = Dark Lord Reborn
5C0971A00D2E1477_## = Krizzix
5C1370D6D623C356_## = The tail muscle that is needed to hang over Y'bneth
5C1DA883D3EA4411_## = Amily
5C2EA24AE5D62795_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5C4030BA88DAF4C0_## = Kreiz Biography
5C54B8BC2C1C9F14_## = Enzo
5C5977D0CD31BC5B_## = Your courage needs no proof. We welcome you among our ranks,
to hunt demons and protect the Great Wall with us, unto death.
5C6D3BBFDF321327_## = Arduin Biography
5C6EC04358237A9F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5C90E5BF56B3F57B_## = "sound of piano keys"\n\nFaint blue fingers danced on the
piano keys. The pleasing sound pierced the silent night.\n\nPaine, who was under
the spotlight, was deeply immersed in the music. With his eyes closed, he allowed
his ears to pick up the quiver of every note. His baton danced to the rhythm in his
mind, drawing beautiful lines in the air. His movements became more and more
dramatic, inviting more "musicians" to join the grand ensemble.\n\nThe giant waves
billowed, the fierce winds howled, the mighty earth split, and the merciless flames
blazed... At this moment, Paine was a helmsman in the storm, directing the great
ship of music to break through the barriers of waves and clouds, heading towards a
promising future.\n\n"Your... Your Excellency..."\n\nThe spotlight went out, and
the passionate symphony came to an abrupt end.\n\nPaine turned his head and opened
his eyes to look at the skeleton minion who had interrupted him - There was neither
sorrow nor joy in its hollow eyes, only the "knocking" of its trembling bones that
displayed its fear.\n\n"There... there's a letter for you." The skeleton reached
out with quivering hands, holding a roll of parchment.\n\nPaine frowned. He could
clearly see that the tan scroll bore the signature seal of Dirak the High
Speaker.\n\nIs there anything that can't be said in person? Why bother writing a
letter?\n\nTaking the letter, Penin waved away the skeleton minion and the roomful
of dead musicians - They ascended from their seats, several strands of blue light
condensing into a single beam, turning from dark to bright, and then gradually
fading into the darkness.\n\nThe magical lamp gradually lighted up.\n\nThere was
only Paine left in the odeum.\n\nNo one knew when the baton in his hand had turned
into a skeleton wand. With a flick of his wand, he awakened the magic power in his
body with a mysterious spell, forming a blue mayfly which entered the golden seal
on the letter.\n\nThe golden seal showed no sign of resistance, allowing the blue
mayfly to devour it. As it disappeared, scribbles gradually surfaced on the
parchment.\n\n"His handwriting lives up to his reputation." With an unspoken
criticism, Paine held the parchment close to his eyes, trying to find out the
meaning hidden in it.\n\nAt that moment, the black scribbles suddenly "came to
life": Words started to appear, dancing back and forth on the rough parchment,
forming complex magical patterns.\n\nIts outline resembled the face of a
demon.\n\n"No!" With a shudder, holding the letter in his right hand, Penin waved
his blue skeleton wand once again. But the parchment floated into the air, and the
demon's face gave Penin a treacherous smile.\n\n"A curse!" Penin completed the
channelling of high order magic as quickly as possible. The surrounding magical
elements started to form a vortex around him, turning the odeum into a vacuum with
no trace of magic. Even the magical lamp used for lighting had lost its original
brightness.\n\nThis was a forbidden spell from the dark arts, used against all
casters.\n\nThe floating parchment disrupted by Paine suddenly burst into dark
green flames.\n\n"Cough, cough!" A rickety figure emerged from the green flames. "I
was merely greeting you. Must you take it so seriously? You even used the forbidden
spell. Are you not afraid that Dirak will come looking for you?!"\n\nPaine's mouth
twitched, "Dirak will only reward me if it's against you. What's your purpose here?
Stop beating around the bush, Lorion!"\n\nThe identified old man took off his hood
and a pale face surfaced: "Over the years, we were driven out by the witches and
had to go our separate ways. But now, the king has returned and is summoning his
old army, so I've come here to seek your opinion on it."\n\n"Bah!" Paine's face was
disdainful. "When I joined the Magister's Council, I completely cut my ties with
the past! Go do whatever you want. I will show no mercy on the day I face you in
battle! And you're welcome to do the same!"\n\n"You seem as determined as ever!"
Lorion straightened up slowly, his sinister eyes glaring at Paine, and his voice
was no longer hoarse, "But have you ever thought that you and them were never the
same?! Especially with what you're doing... What did you call them? Oh, the
musicians. The musicians you play with, and the demons and minions you command
around in your tower are so contradictory to Carano!"\n\n"Your ability to sow
discord is getting worse!" Paine raised his wand and pointed it at Lorion
threateningly: "Now, get out of my tower immediately, or else..."\n\n"Hahaha! One
day, you will find that only the abyss is where we belong!" Lorion's body began to
fade until it was completely gone.\n\nSilence returned to the odeum.\n\nPaine was
stunned. The parchment in his hand had been unsealed, and the scribbles were
clearly visible under the light of the magical lamp.\n\nWhat on earth actually
happened? It was no ordinary illusion, and it felt like some sort of secret art
against the spirits...\n\nAs the master of the undead, Paine was more sensitive to
the changes of the spirits than any other. But it was also because of this that his
position in the Magister's Council had been very awkward. There were even a number
of conservative wizards who openly challenged him.\n\nAlthough many years have
passed since the uprising against dark magic, the pain of having a companion who
died in the hands of the dark wizards would continue to haunt the lives of many
till the end.\n\n"So that explains it..." Struggling through the letter, Paine
finally understood why Dirak was so serious about it - This is a letter written by
the High Speaker of the Magister's Council, recommending Paine to take up his post
at the Magic Academy.\n\nTechnically, the letter was not addressed to Paine alone.
Its other addressee was Sephera, the Head of the Magic Academy, and one of the
founders of the Magister's Council.\n\n"If you want to eliminate prejudice, start
with the next generation!" As Paine digested the letter's conclusion, he felt a
little moved. He was almost certain that Sephera would not refuse the letter of
recommendation.\n\nHowever, he must take necessary measures.\n\nFor example,
driving out the intruders outside who were disrupting Carano!\n\nPaine, after
recovering his senses from his visitor, discovered that Carano had fallen into
chaos, and Dirak, the High Speaker, was at war with the invading enemies!\n\n"War
Spirits, come!" With Paine's call, the blue spirits descended upon the odeum once
again.\n\nThis time, instead of instruments, they were armed with sharp
weapons!\n\nAt this moment, though still wearing the robe of a conductor, Penin
displayed the majestic role of a commander!\n\n"Forward!"
5C93F1163655511C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5CA67B78FE904E28_## = Superman
5CD2216799CCFC39_## = Federation Official
5CD659508E5D6F19_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5CE9C7BFAECFE09A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5CF0201EB1917F8A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5CF58F7D0A0EAF66_## = Prefers a simplistic lifestyle, dislikes elaborate garments.
5CF77D823B91386C_## = The gates of hell will open for me.
5D01C00E41FD82A3_## = Always a late riser, anyone foolish enough to disturb her
slumber is feed to the worms.
5D2B52F63D3601B7_## = Mother
5D6272411BFBBCF8_## = Chapter 8
5DB2457D9DC03770_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
5DB6FAC3D5DA49C1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>:
<color=#ffd200>Kill</color> a related hero in a match using
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>.
5DE1D5ACCEE4063B_## = Mina
5E0742627831537D_## = Of noble upbringing.
5E4E6C93A34BEEC9_## = TeeMee Biography
5E8E1570CF965DFB_## = Yena sought a way to overthrow Azzen'Ka even as she pretended
to serve him. But he was too powerful, and Yena needed to find a way...
5EB3057B8A423A22_## = Magic Teacher
5EC588566AAD5CD1_## = 23 Jul
5ED0994FBADE89F2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
5EED9EF216DF8EF5_## = Tulen
5F1BB15F830E7C05_## = Laville
5F1E3104F5BB9EF7_## = Shadow Valley
5F352582BE7CC83D_## = As long as I live, the world will not forget us.
5F39EE5E9D85F196_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for military
affairs and judgment. The Archon Tulen is the master of the hall, but he delegates
its everyday operations to his deputy Yorn, who is also the the Vice Master of the
Temple Knights.
5F6D3223FCE48959_## = Quillen
5F8E9D2DD2C34DE7_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
5FA339049BD25F53_## = Well-protected by natural barriers, the capital of the
Kingdom of Norman oversees the fertile plains of the south.
5FA38A726FA492A7_## = “The Holy Flame will lead us to the Kingdom of Truth."\n\nIn
the doctrine of the Veda, the Holy Flame was the symbol of light and truth. As the
guardian of the Holy Flame, Ignis had long relied on his abundant knowledge and
unwavering faith to lead the believers along the path of light. It was for this
reason that he was widely known as the "Guide." However, before all this, Ignis had
been an ordinary Temple scholar.\n\nObsessed with the pursuit of truth, Ignis spent
all his time studying in the Veda's Tower of Contemplation. He read countless
ancient texts, among which he discovered the long forgotten Holy Flame manipulation
spells. Unfortunately, the Holy Flame burned out a century ago, making his
discovery worthless. Everyone in the Temple lamented this fact, but Ignis was
delighted, for his study of the Holy Flame had brought him one step closer to the
Kingdom of Truth that he had dreamed of for so long.\n\nAlthough it could not be
put into practice, Ignis' discovery sent shockwaves through the forces of darkness
that lurked just out of sight. No one knew what would happen with his next
discovery, and it might just break the balance between light and dark. Commanded by
Volkath, the Dark Lord, the Demon Army mounted an attack on the Veda, during which
the scorching flames of hell engulfed the Tower of Contemplation. Terrified, most
of the scholars fled, but the resolute Ignis refused to leave, desperate to protect
the precious texts.\n\n“If this is to be my fate, then bury me in the Kingdom of
Truth along with all the precious knowledge!" Death was right in front of him, but
Ignis showed no fear. He trusted in his belief till the end, reciting a devout
prayer again and again: “The darkness has come. I will sacrifice my body, my heart,
my spirit, to bring the sparks of Veda back to the world and light the way!”\n\nAs
Ignis prayed, an orb of pure white flames appeared in his palm and reduced the
Demons surrounding him to ashes. “Is...is this the power of the Anointed One?”
Ignis wondered for a split second, but he did not remain confused for long. He
began to chant the spell to control the Holy Flame—a spell that had long been
ingrained in his brain. The flames transformed into a majestic wall that enveloped
and protected the Tower of Contemplation. “Death for those that pass the barrier!”
And so they did—Ignis stood powerful and resolute, glorious flames in his hand,
voice echoing through the walls of the Sacred Mt. Orphean.\n\n“Are the seeds of
Light Magic sprouting again?” Volkath, who was fighting Ilumia the Seer outside the
Palace in the Clouds, noticed the strange phenomenon at the Tower of Contemplation
and the sudden morale boost of the Veda troops. This was big—this was out of his
control. As unhappy as he was about this, he had to give orders to retreat. That
was how the Veda was saved once again.\n\nAfter the battle, Ignis returned to the
Tower of Contemplation and continued his journey towards the truth.\n\n“Before the
truth, the knowledge I possess is but a drop in the ocean.”
5FA4708E3835E6D1_## = Get Thane's approval
5FA9A10033806362_## = Mortos
5FADACF69E8E5E4A_## = Coral Sea
5FBFDD70B5BCF382_## = Sephera
5FC4A5F2A5CF1693_## = Tel'Annas
5FD3C52C998D954A_## = Krizzix
5FF056C5C8EAA6B7_## = Hates bad poems.
5FF5ADF8CDAEDF47_## = Keera
5FFED39DF8D6546B_## = Cost of mechanical maintenance and repair
6010388C605CB8A5_## = I shall walk with the shadows.
6023C18F6BE8B23F_## = East of Silverwing Castle is the City of Light, ruled by
Gildur. Once known as the Golden City, it was renamed by Gildur after his baptism,
and the influence of the Church of Veda is strong here.
6031C34A20A24B16_## = By enticement or coercion, the selfish nobles of humankind
had joined the battle, following their lord's example and putting their lives on
the line, if only reluctantly. They were joined by Toro, who had been wounded in
the previous battle, but showed no sign of slowing down; if anything, the pain
seemed to make him even fiercer.The Shadow Worms buckled under the combined
assault. Infantry charged through the enemy lines left in disarray by cavalry
charge, and each swing of the sword took a chunk out of the Shadow Worm
numbers.Arthur faced down the Dark Behemoth himself, joined by his faithful
companions. There was nothing that the monstrosity feared more than the Holy Light.
With each strike the power of light cancelled out some of its dark powers, and soon
cracks began to appear in its formidable armor. The blood of many warriors were
spilt, but the sight of the foe weakening gave the humans courage, and they pressed
forward relentlessly.Seeing an opportunity, Yorn drew his bow and fired three rapid
shots at the Dark Behemoth's head. Arrows imbued with golden light pierced the
monstrosity's skull and exploded, leaving massive holes in its dreadful
skull.Arthur marched forward, piercing the Dark Behemoth's shell with his sword and
drew it back. Black fluid reeking of decay gushed out, and the other warriors
followed Arthur's example, striking the monster's hide with swords, axes and
hammers, tearing apart its massive frame.Three Dark Behemoths had fallen within the
span of a single day, and the Shadow Worms scattered. The path into Sunfall Valley
was clear.North of the valley, a group of riders rode on."This is as far as we can
go, Lord D'Arcy," said a middle-aged officer, the twin-winged silver emblem on his
chest signifying his membership in the Silverwing Order."Thank you,"answered
D'Arcy, respectfully pressing a palm to the left side of his chest, and the officer
hurriedly returned the salute.D'Arcy, Murad and Yena dismounted, took sufficient
rations and water from the saddles, and gave the reins of their mounts to the
Silverwing riders. D'Arcy turned to the officer."I have a bad feeling about this,
Harold. Be careful, and remember that your mission is reconnaissance. There is no
need to engage the enemy, unless you absolutely have to."The officer's eyes flashed
a glint of anger, and he answered coldly, "Thank you for your concern. We will deal
with things as they arise."It was, of course, a great shame for a knight to flee
from battle, and D'Arcy did not expect the officer to heed his advice. The grudge
between Okka and Norman ran deep, after all, and though the mages distanced
themselves from political conflict, it was in the Kingdom of Norman that the
Magister's Council had its headquarters, and D'Arcy's personal relationship with
the royal house of Norman was well-known. Thus D'Arcy said little more, not wishing
to cause any misunderstanding."I'll buy everyone a round of drinks when we get
back!" Murad interjected, obviously hoping to lighten up the atmosphere, and D'Arcy
gave him an appreciative look.Yena, though, stuffed a heavy backpack into Murad's
hands. "Don't just stand around. Work." Murad shrugged theatrically, and followed
Yena as they made preparations for the journey ahead, having successfully mitigated
the tension."Good luck.""Godspeed."While Arthur advanced towards Sunfall Valley,
the Silverwing and Templar knights scouted out the hills on the north and south
side of the valley. The Templars were the more formidable warriors, and they were
given the task of passing through the battlefield to scout out the south end. The
Silverwing knights were sent to the north, and Arthur also had the Hoofed warriors
from Afata follow them to provide support. This likely played no small role in how
the Silverwing officer bristled at D'Arcy's words.It was not D'Arcy's job to tend
to wounded prides, however. He, Murad and Yena traveled with the Silverwing knights
to mask their true mission; to an extent, the Templar and Silverwing movements were
intended as diversion for the mission that the three of them embarked on."We must
be stealthy, keep a low profile," warned D'Arcy."Whatever you say. You're the
boss," shrugged Murad. Yena rolled her eyes and said nothing. Inside, she was
growing increasingly concerned for Murad - the erstwhile prince's demeanor had
gotten even more flippant since the battle at Storm Valley, yet she alone noticed
how much more brooding and moping he looked when he thought no one was watching.
Their encounter with Volkath, Lord of Darkness - whose name Yena only learned
recently - evidently weighed heavily on Murad's mind.Was he afraid? Yena doubted
it, for Murad would not have volunteered to go with D'Arcy after Volkath's trail if
he was. It felt to Yena that Murad was angry at his weakness, at how he was
completely helpless in the dark lord's presence, and had taken to braving ever-
increasing dangers in a desperate effort to become stronger.Yena thought back to
the bravery that Murad showed when he charged into the fray and struck down the
Lokheim lord Preyta. Was he the same prince that she once saw from a distance, many
years ago?"What are you daydreaming about?" Yena's thoughts were interrupted rudely
by Murad's wide smirk popping up before her. "Thinking of some man?"As much as she
disliked Murad's glib flirting, Yena had to admit that, objectively speaking, Murad
was a very attractive man. She also recognized that, for all his flippant attitude,
Murad never touched her unless he absolutely had to, such as when they fought back-
to-back against the minions of Azzen'Ka.No, Yena did not truly dislike Murad.So she
only elbowed Murad in the ribs with ninety-five percent of her strength, and felt
her mood improve considerably as Murad crumpled to the ground, cradling his flank
and groaning in pain.She did not know why she felt this way, and neither did Murad.
He only knew that this was a sure way to bring a smile to Yena's face.As did Yena.
603212C075EA7226_## = Things one should never discuss with Krizzix:
605047AE8F9639C9_## = Zill
6054034289429D1A_## = Beauty products purchased by Kriknak
605F285CC78ABCCE_## = Local nobles who rule over their own territory in the name of
the king.
605F878049B02801_## = Flame rouge
606451245ECA5067_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
60AE4BB5A4C1C7C3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
610D42463D203751_## = The sundered land was held together by the roots of the World
Tree, and so formed the Elborne Woods. The Elda River runs from the west side of
Mt. Orphean into the basin of the forest. The elves there live in isolation,
separated from the rest of the world by natural barriers.
61106DD08F839DFB_## = Blacksmith Guild
6117927E86568CE4_## = Wisp
611E1747274A7B46_## = "We fairies of the forest are heralds of the
Creator."\n\nLike other fairies, Krixi could often be found dancing in flowerbeds
or playing with the animals. However, whenever danger draws near, Krixi's cruel
side would emerge in full force. She would use her sharp fangs and claws to shred
any demon who intrudes upon the forest.\n\nWhat really broke Krixi's heart was
seeing the humans, whom she once considered her companions, destroying the forest
for material wealth. Their armies were highly organized and armed to the teeth, so
Krixi gathered the inhabitants of the forest in an effort to fight off the human
invaders. The plan worked, and she was able to coerce the humans into signing a
peace treaty.\n\nThe forest quickly returned to its peaceful and serene state, but
Krixi knew that the invaders' ambitions weren't much different from that of the
demons. She began training wild creatures with human methods and formed her own
powerful beast army in hopes to prevent future invasions!\n\n"War has no other
purpose than the destruction of life!"
6149F27D550FD18D_## = Barry Allen was always moving a mile a minute—no one could
ever get him to slow down. That changed the day his mother was murdered. Once a
hyperactive kid who drove his teachers crazy, Barry’s energy was harnessed into a
single-minded focus to find his mother’s true killer. His drive for justice led to
a career as a forensic scientist, and he was completely absorbed by his work.
\n\nWhen a freak lightning bolt hit his lab, Barry was imbued with the power of
super-speed, becoming the Flash. Now, he races up buildings, across oceans, and
around the world to stop those who transgress against justice. With his ability to
run at near light-speeds, Barry has discovered the ultimate adrenaline rush.
Through determination and concentration, the Flash has been able to learn how to
phase through objects, create sonic booms with the snap of his fingers—and never
lose a race. \n\nBut the Flash’s abilities were put to the ultimate test by an
unexpected event. As he attempted to save a group of children from a school fire,
the Flash pushed his abilities to the limit, moving so fast that he approached the
horizon of the speed of light. As part of his successful rescue of the children,
the Flash tapped into the very heart of the Speed Force—the mysterious extra-
dimensional energy that powered his abilities—and found himself swept into the
Speed Force itself. \n\nAwash in the flowing, morphing, hyper-dimensional currents
of the Speed Force, the Flash catapulted through several alternate realities, until
he found himself in a magical land called Athanor. At first, the Flash lamented
being marooned in this perilous realm, but soon discovered that where the Speed
Force is concerned, there are no coincidences. In Athanor, the Flash discovered
that the Speed Force was being syphoned into Athanor by one of the Lokheim generals
—resulting in the catastrophe that kept him trapped in Athanor. \n\nThe Flash has
joined up with the rest of the Justice League members to uncover the mysteries of
Athanor and restore the Speed Force. As he embarks on his quest, the Flash may
uncover the true nature of his abilities—and this discovery will have ramifications
not only for his own abilities, but for all the speedsters who have ever merged
with the Speed Force.
6155D04ED5750047_## = The Flash
6156B1CF2D409F65_## = Florentino Biography
616F0BEB2AEAD24E_## = Ostia
6171A483249E4381_## = Can often be found around Mina's feet.
619F4401EAB137AF_## = My punches are the truth, my kicks justice. Will you fight
with me, or against me?
61AAC848FA169CFE_## = Ishar had a lonely childhood. Her mother died soon after her
birth, and her father, though a kind man and a loving one in his own way, was also
a busy one who spent little personal time with his daughter. The encounter with
Furball, and the curious telepathic connection that they formed, filled a void in
Ishar's life.\n\nAfter her kidnapping, Ishar realized that Furball was no ordinary
pet, and resolved to discover the secret behind the creature that was both family
and friend to her. With her admission into the Magic Academy of Carano, a new
chapter in her life was about to begin.
61AE74A8622FE45C_## = Childhood Friends
61BFCCEF0DF214D8_## = Former Demon Hunter turned mercenary
61DBE1A576840AFE_## = I am Qi, 13th-generation of the Sungming school.
61DC641E500DAA1C_## = Quillen was born into a wealthy family in the Free
Federation. Being well educated, he showed great interest in politics.\n\nIn his
adulthood, Quillen joined the Parliament of the Free Federation, becoming a rising
star in the political world. Quillen was an undisputed proponent of the theory on
foreign threats. To achieve his ideal political dream, he joined the Shadow Hand,
an extremist organization. He even cultivated assassins of his own, among which
Veres and Amily were the best.\n\nThis outstanding political leader will not rest
his laurels just yet. He stood firm that one day his ideal political blueprint will
be realized.
61FAF18F445E00CF_## = Great Wall
622001D95E2C470C_## = Red Sea
623564729256FA89_## = Which of the following is not Zill's line?
623AF46102825213_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
62403BF68BC80126_## = Gildur once had more money than everyone. With assets all
over the continent, his family crest sometimes carried more power than the King's
order. His wealth earned him the title of “The Gilded.”\n\nBut material wealth made
Gildur feel emptier inside than ever. He tried to numb the emptiness with alcohol
and the companionship of beautiful women, but that did not help. That was when the
Temple of Light, advocating soul-cleansing, caught his attention.\n\nThe
ritualistic religion quickly filled the void inside Gildur, but being the
calculative person that he is, Gildur realized that the fervor was not any
different from his previous endeavors; he was in no hurry to leave though. After
experiencing a religious life, he realized it could be potentially profitable. The
hierarchy within the Temple gave him more reasons to seek power.\n\nHis wealth
quickly paved the way for him to rise through the hierarchy and become one of the
most powerful men on the continent.\n\n"My ambition for power is like a beast
uncaged. I am not done."
625E2873A7C932BB_## = Her lack of artistic talent is a topic of much concern for
the elders.
6261C613515B408D_## = Independents
6262B104DA9378A8_## = Which of the following lines is Krixi's catchphrase?
62796210272F4C2C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
62820606B84A4719_## = Veres Biography
628CD94050DFD381_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6296455C76B64B90_## = Sea of Sands
62AC41D3DDAAC837_## = "Good luck."\nErrol climbed the narrow stays into a
windowless room filled with instruments and potions. There are several mages in the
room, all of them too busy to talk.\nWith effort Errol climbed onto the wooden
table in the middle of the room. He lied down and his limbs were tied up with
steady leather straps. An aging mage came over with a bottle of strange purple
liquid.\n"Don't worry, you won't remember a thing when you wake up," said the mage
with a grin.\nErrol dreamed. He dreamed of that of his childhood, saw the rabbit's
blood turn black, as countless black vines appeared from its wound, wrapping
Errol's right arm in it, strangling all life from the limb...\n\nErrol gasped and
sat up with a start. The experiment was a success. His right arm was a bloody mess
of wounded flesh, but a strange power flowed through his body and the arm began to
repair itself before Errol's eyes, reforming into a brand new demon claw that
reached down to Errol's knees, and it hungered for blood and darkness.\nErrol need
not hunger no more, and none would be foolish enough to bully him. He would suffer
incredible pain with every transformation of the claw, but this was a price that
Errol knew and was more than willing to pay.But the magnitude of the pain defied
all imagination. Errol's screams reached far beyond the lab, driving terror into
the other young candidates who were sitting in wait.\n"Damn! The arm's taking over!
We're losing him!"\n"Grab him! Tie him down! Somebody get the sedative!"Errol's
cloudy mind heard voices shouting, but he paid no heed. The laws of man and nature
no longer mattered. Lashing out with inhuman power, he sent shattered tables,
chairs, flasks and bodies flying across the room with every swing he took, lashing
out at anything he saw, lashing out at the world, lashing out at fate.Year 1500 of
the Age of Darkness. At a remote noble manor, the secret base of the Demon Hunters,
a boy's screams and roars lasted three days and three nights before it
subsided.\nThis was the end of Errol the crybaby.\nThis was the beginning of Errol
the Demon Hunter.\n
62B4C56B3C94AF96_## = Soul Bond
62CA44621531A9C6_## = 215cm
62D8D8F793526537_## = The Fist
62E4F66436938744_## = Shadow Hand
62F8D41699CCE524_## = The Ghost Guardian
63024BC729F94117_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6302D4F4DF43464F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
631F6F5682C1A815_## = Marja was once the foremost student of Edras, First Maiden
under the Throne of Light, the brightest star of Veda. But she was destined for
tragedy when she fell in love with Volkath.\nWhen Volkath rebelled against Edras,
she was caught between her loyalty to her lover and her loyalty to her duty, a
dilemma in which she chose to remain neutral - which, to Veda, was no less the
betrayal. And for this she paid the price when Edras fell and Volkath fled, as
Ilumia came to power in Veda and sentenced Marja to the eternal torment of Shadow
Worms in the Shadow Prison.\nBut Volkath had given her a part of his soul before he
left, and its dark power allowed Marja to slowly assimilate the Shadow Worms over
the centuries, binding them to her will. With this newfound power she broke the
shackles of light and followed the fissure of Shadow Prison into the Abyss, joining
forces with Lokheim. And it was this fragment of Volkath's soul that would become
the key to the dark lord's resurrection.
6342958884D9140E_## = Veda Ties
635CF740523B2BD9_## = Lumburr
6360F50FFA35BC75_## = Those who follow the light,\nshall lose their way in the
night.\nWe fight not for honor, not for glory, but for victory.\nAnd for this,
there is no length we will not go.
637FB60DB4E6DD66_## = Nakroth led his Blood Knights back to the camp before the
storm struck. The sentries hurriedly opened the barricade before standing aside and
watching with reverence as the triumphant army marched past them. Everyone in the
camp, even down to the farmers who tend to the livestock, had heard the legend of
the Blood Knights: Never lose, never surrender! All shall perish before the blood
flag! Some even compared them to the demon army that tormented Athanor centuries
ago. However, only their commander, Nakroth, knew how laughable such a comparison
truly was, for before his army was named the Blood Knights, he was renowned for his
benevolence and mercy.\n\nThe war between the northern and southern kingdoms had
been waged for many years, and many a soldier had risen through the ranks amidst
the fire and bloodshed. The most brilliant among them was a major general by the
name of Nakroth who hailed from the valley. He was famed for victories in more than
forty battles without suffering a single defeat. The young Nakroth's great exploits
had earned him power and respect, and he became one of the very few military
leaders trusted to make critical decisions. Meanwhile, word of his benevolence and
mercy began to spread throughout the armies of the two kingdoms, for he would never
kill prisoners of war, harm civilians, or plunder valuables. However, whether enemy
or ally, neither side intended to follow Nakroth's example. It was so often the
case that once his forces had smashed the enemy defenses, nearby allies would swarm
the area like bloodthirsty sharks and revel in wanton murder, pillage, and
vandalism.\n\n"I see not an honorable army but a horde of savage thieves!" Nakroth
protested vehemently to all who would listen, but was met with pathetic excuses and
shameful silence. Of course, Nakroth knew all too well what all the old fools were
thinking. Since the start of the war, over a hundred thousand soldiers and civilian
laborers had been deployed, and more and more influential lords had been drawn into
the conflict. Despite the disastrous civilian casualties, the wealth of the ruling
class continued to grow because the kings of both sides had granted permission for
those noblemen who joined the war to claim the spoils as their own, and these
spoils naturally included people. Therefore, as long as the war continued, the
noble classes would have an endless supply of prisoners of war and captured
civilians to use as slaves.\n\nSlaves were routinely worked to death. After all,
one simply had to wait until the next battle and the opportunity to capture even
more. This was the way of things in both the Kingdom of Norman and the Kindom of
Okka. The wise Nakroth knew that he could not stop the greed of human nature, nor
could he stay out of the war. Over the years, those lords who had tried to remain
neutral or were undecided in their allegiances were crushed as enemies of the
kingdom. There are many pieces on a chessboard, but there can only ever be two
players. This was the tacit understanding between the noblemen on both sides. But
how could a morally upstanding man such as Nakroth simply go along with such
horror?\n\nIt was not long before Nakroth renamed his army the Blood Knights, and
enlisted a huge number of new recruits. No longer bound by the strict recruitment
standards, many criminals and thugs started to appear on the battlefield as
attendants to his knights. "Does that stubborn child finally understand?" People
did not know what to make of Nakroth's sudden transformation, but no one interfered
with his activities. After all, they believed that his success would benefit them.
However, in thinking Nakroth to be like themselves, they could not have been more
wrong about him.\n\n"There's not a single prisoner. Have they all been
slaughtered?"\n\n"And what about everything else?"\n\n"Burned... All except some
food, everything's been burned!"\n\n\nThe noblemen were clearly most displeased,
and the messenger was extremely nervous as he answered their questions. After all,
he did not want to become the target of their displeasure. That was to be the
battle when the Blood Knights' reputation for not leaving a single survivor began.
From courtiers to peasants, all were reduced to mere numbers in the Blood Knights'
death toll. Nakroth’s knights were as brave and fierce as ever, and decimated the
enemy in battle, just as they had always done. It then fell to the brutal,
merciless attendants to complete the remaining work.\n\n"This cannot go on!" The
ruling classes were deeply worried as they witnessed the unstoppable Nakroth defeat
foe after foe under his blood-red flag. As a result of Nakroth's campaign, their
profits steeply declined and they had to pay ever more to placate their soldiers
who grew increasingly wary with each passing day. However, they could not restrict
the Blood Knights' activities. The ultimate aim of war is to defeat the enemy, and
this is precisely what Nakroth's forces were doing.\n\n"We have to do something, or
we'll end up destitute." In Rose Castle, on the front line of the war, more than a
dozen of the most powerful noblemen held a secret meeting.\n\n\n"I agree! The
Executioner's methods have angered too many people; the understanding we have with
our counterparts in the north has started to waver. I was shocked to hear that
Morell had been beheaded several days ago. He may have been just a lowly baron, but
he was still nobility! Who do they think they are?" The old man sighed with
trepidation. The Executioner of whom he spoke was none other than the merciless
Nakroth.\n\n"Word from the north is that it was because the Executioner killed that
earl's younger brother. As retaliation, the earl beheaded his captive Morell and
displayed the head for all to see." explained one particularly well-informed
nobleman.\n\n"May Morell rest in peace," lamented one of the attendees at the fate
of the fallen baron.\n\n"And may the Executioner rot in hell," quipped another
attendee in contempt for his supposed ally.\n\n"In light of this awful business;
let us send a gift to our friends in the north! I'm sure they will appreciate it,"
decreed the old man at the head of the table. He greatly admired the young Nakroth
but was unable to control him or his knights. A blade that is out of control is not
only a danger to one's enemies, but also to oneself.\n\nTen days later, Nakroth's
forces were caught off-guard by an intricate ambush, in which the flag of the Blood
Knights was torn to shreds. The stream of enemy soldiers seemed unending and
reinforcements never arrived. With his back to a hill, Nakroth struggled to hold
out against the onslaught until he was finally forced to abandon his delusion,
smashing a path through the attackers and fleeing. A contingent of hundreds of
knights and over a thousand attendants was reduced to only seven men and nine
horses. The exhausted survivors carried their broken swords, wore their dented
armor, and rode their skeletal horses. When they passed through the Norman camp,
the noblemen hid in their tents and avoided showing their faces. Only the low
ranking soldiers stared in silent disbelief that the mighty Nakroth's forces had
been almost completely wiped out. That was the day when the glorious reputation of
the Blood Knights came to an end. Successive victories had launched Nakroth's
meteoric rise to fame, yet his first defeat was his downfall.\n\n"So that's why you
betrayed the king?" Many years later, in the underground city of Lokheim, Zephys
stares at Nakroth with curiosity after they finish sparring. Zephys always likes to
chat after sparring, while the reserved Nakroth has little choice but to humor him.
"It was the kingdom that betrayed me," replies Nakroth without a hint of emotion,
as if he is remarking on some mundane matter completely irrelevant to him. Zephys
strokes his chin and decides against probing any further. Everyone has things in
their p ast that they do not wish to speak of, and Nakroth is one of the few people
Zephys respects; he would not want to destroy this budding friendship over such a
trivial matter! While Zephys is deep in thought, Nakroth takes the opportunity to
pick up his weapon and leave. Behind him, a bright red flag slowly rises in the
scorching glow of the lava. "The world will tremble before the Blood Knights once
again!"
638040A5C1C2DDA9_## = Liliana
63A3EEDF2FDC3597_## = Best friend of Dirak. Dirak has a habit of working out around
Carano at early dawn. He met Ata, a freshman, who is equally hardworking as him.
This young man may not be the sharpest, but his enthusiasm has definitely gained
Dirak's commendation. According to Dirak, Ata resembled a young version of himself.
63AF6FE08394CC5B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
63D46AE2718C76B0_## = Superman Biography
63D92808F83FD513_## = The Principles of Mechanical Forging
63D9ADFD88F03CED_## = Moonlit Plains
63E136F41D8764DD_## = This constantly worried mage surprisingly managed to earn
Paine's trust: "His dimensional magic is truly a work of art... like music. To some
extent, the two are connected." Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Paine is
willing to stay and teach at Carano.
63F2C6AAC166B4FA_## = Shifting Tide
6414708192F78DC6_## = Okka alliance camp, north of Sunfall Valley.D'Arcy and
Murad's attack forced Preyta to retreat, leaving behind Skud in sole command of the
Lokheim horde. Skud was a brave warrior, but he was no tactician, and the allied
lines found some much-needed breathing room.It was at this moment that Arthur
ordered his waiting cavalry to sweep through the flanks of the Lokheim formation.
With the foe in disarray, the infantry advanced, slaughtering any abyssal beasts in
their way. The cavalry sent to meet up with the forest forces in the west returned
in time to hit the enemy from behind, and the allied forces swept through the
battlefield. At the head of the reinforcing force was the 300 Hoofed under Toro's
command, who, whether out of a desire to show off or simply out of pure hatred for
the beasts of Lokheim, fought harder than anyone else and left a deep impression on
Arthur."So the Forest Guardians will coordinate their attack with us?" Arthur asked
when the battle was over and the leaders of the allied forces met in his tent.Yorn
looked at Toro, but it seemed the bullman had no intention of speaking, so he
answered, "General Baldum says they will attack before the Night Star rises.""Then
we don't have much time. Any ideas?" Arthur's gaze drifted towards D'Arcy, for he
had fought Lokheim more than the rest of them put together.D'Arcy coughed and moved
towards the map on the table. "Among the enemies in front of us, neither the Shadow
Worms nor the abyssal beasts could truly be considered the armies of Lokheim. They
have always been expendable, acting as meat shields and soaking up attacks for the
Corrupted who form the backbone of their armies.""Small bugs in front, big bugs in
the back," huffed Toro."We have two lines to break through, at the very least."
Arthur walked back and forth, deep in thought, then looked up and said, "The high
ground on the sides of the valley will be the key to this battle..."When the sun
covered the Night Star, Okka infantry began to advance towards the valley. Two
cavalry regiments rode ahead, scouting out the high ground on the two sides of the
valley.Meanwhile, the Forest Guardians on the southwest side of the valley were
struggling.As Tel'Annas descended onto the valley upon her great eagle, the Forest
Guardians swept aside three legions of abyssal beasts. But now the Shadow Worm
Legion, which had lay dormant, came upon them in force."What in the name of..."
Lindis stared at the thing, at a loss for words. It was a massive creature the
likes of which she had never seen before, and it was still growing."A Dark Behemoth
- a monster created from ten thousand Shadow Worms, and a drop of blood from
Marja's heart!" Baldum's said with a trembling voice. The Dark Behemoth was the
most powerful creature in the Shadow Worm Legion, and battles against them
inevitably resulted in heavy casualties. Fortunately for the Forest Guardians, such
creatures were few in number, for their creation exacted a heavy toll on Marja
herself. In the past hundred years, Baldum had only seen a total of three.In terms
of size and power, however, none of those three could hold a candle to the two
creatures that now appeared before the Forest Guardians. And standing between the
two were Marja's worm avatar, and her loyal servant and bodyguard Kriknak."You are
no match for me in your present state, witch." Tel'Annas strode out from among the
Forest Guardian ranks to face Marja's challenge. Marja could not leave the scene of
the ceremony, and her worm avatar, though capable of powerful magic, was nowhere
near as powerful as Marja herself.Marja, though, was not about to let this stop her
from getting her revenge on Tel'Annas, and present the elven queen's head to her
lover on a silver platter when he finally awakes. Kriknak moved without Marja
needing to give an order, for his mind and blood and his mistress' were linked, and
Marja's will was his.The queen was not defenseless, of course, and a dark storm
appeared in Kriknak's path. For the queen had her own loyal servant, and his name
was Zill. The battle between the Forest Guardians and the Shadow Worm Legion had
begun.Deep in the valley, Veera heard Mganga report the situation on the
frontlines.\n"So, she's here...no wonder Marja is restless.""What is our next step,
Your Highness?""We stay the course and leave the Forest Guardians to Marja. We need
not change anything...but if she's getting herself involved, we might as well throw
the toys she left into the fray and brunt the enemy assault. And have Nakroth get
ready."On the northeast side, a massive creature appeared before the Okka and Veda
forces, and it was still growing."What in the world is that thing?" Arthur
asked."Big worm," huffed Toro gruffly. "Hard to kill. Kill many.""The Dark
Behemoth, one of Marja's dread creations," said Klaus. "It's the first time I've
seen it with my own eyes, but it matches the descriptions in the books." He turned
to Yorn to seek affirmation, and Yorn nodded."What I really want to know is, how do
we kill that thing?" Arthur set his eyes on Toro. It seemed he was the only one who
had experience fighting the monstrosity."Attack," said Toro. "We break worm, or
worm break us."So much for tactics, thought Arthur, though he did not say this out
loud. Instead he asked, "If the first wave I'm sending in are likely to die, who
should I send?"The nobles standing behind Arthur looked uneasy. Arthur did not say
it out loud, but they knew that their forces took much fewer losses than the
Templars and Silverwing Knights, who bore the brunt of the enemy attack.
641546F0BFB9C3AD_## = Fellow Mercenaries
64182BC73C78FDD9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
64538098E0060C48_## = Hates children, but is the owner of Kazell's largest
orphanage
649F2D89782F5421_## = Eland'orr
64A26D79784DDD52_## = Voodoo dolls are also stored in her cellar
6504B9933766632A_## = Unknown
650B9DE84978C112_## = Kyubi and Liliana
650C1C5A63784C29_## = Aleister was the first face that Tulen saw, and his only
teacher. In truth, Tulen does not dislike Aleister; he merely wishes to prove his
superiority.
650DF3057B0CD482_## = Hayate
6571EDC109A33A24_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
657AF07F39B784DD_## = Kingdom of Norman
6585B3072B3BA832_## = Okka Allies
659A4902791E59BF_## = The Summoner Apprentice
659D83E9C4213751_## = Why does D'Arcy have a streak of white hair?
65D334D63C29A7A5_## = Paine
65D4A13E41AA9976_## = At his calmest when he kills.
65E55EC606477DDF_## = 8 Aug
65E5B5AC320CB03A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
65E62967A03064F8_## = Occasionally takes different forms, but prefers her current
form.
65EF716AEC0B0B97_## = Kingdom of Okka
660D9CCA5DCC105A_## = Pecci
66142E04B423AEC7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
661AF9878848352B_## = Nothing embarrasses her like having to wear a dress.
66210E0119C70A32_## = Azzen'Ka
664712FE079D3276_## = Federation of the Free
666098E5CD03E216_## = 10 May
667567F3F912B3FD_## = Afata
667DA9A5A241C8E3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
669E366C4EC60D39_## = His hobby is sculpting, and he sometimes hurts his hands
doing it. Not that his demon hand would hurt.
669EB1FBF4FDDB48_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
66AD1F64070FBCD4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
66C7ABE7FFB19216_## = Black Mage
66DAE10AF1688DC4_## = Once the weakest of the Demon Hunters, in battle and in
drinking.
66F89480E8C7C65B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
671A31956E3BAE08_## = Zata
6722BF61A97E5D0C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6732E87C1E392D07_## = This will be the end of the gods.\n\nThe future belongs to
us.\n\nMy desire, it will never cease.\n\nYou shall be my most reliable right hand.
673377CA183AA2A4_## = Veda
673CBB0AE0A5C781_## = Volkath is the only one who truly understands Veera, while
Veera reveres Volkath's strength and believes he is the only one who can lead
Lokheim to victory.
67513D010923EA33_## = Errol and Richter were once comrades in the Demon Hunters,
and Errol admired Richter for how he was able to protect others. When Errol fled
after murdering his comrades, it was Richter who pursued him and witnessed how he
fell from a sheer cliff.
67637C48E0BE5A69_## = Arrow
676397F81F05A89D_## = Rouie
67725506DBC26173_## = Making friends was too much of a bother for Krizzix, but his
relationship with Y'bneth suited him well, for the treeman could go for days
without speaking or even moving. Y'bneth was also the perfect listener, and over
time Krizzix told him of all his embarrassing moments and darkest thoughts.
679D24F9A3FE68C3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
67A46CD8988727E3_## = Ooh, I just can't get enough.
67ACAD7360DE93B0_## = I'll be the wind through pains and woods, always by your
side. I'll be the gale that blows through the enemy, scattering them.
67B81F4234B41C26_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
67F60F3BAC2BE391_## = Sea Grave
6818D660DBB4331A_## = What was Errol's nickname?
6868F141A7E63125_## = Dark Trial
686A525492C81B21_## = Ever vigilant we must be, for the war is never truly over.
68732D7020EEBC6D_## = Mist Island defector
689CAF5C4DEEA231_## = The transformation process of the Abyss is torture to most
creatures, but Maloch considers it supreme joy. His superior constitution and
stunted brain makes him less sensitive to stimulation than most creatures, and thus
desensitized to pain. He has therefore gone through far more transformations than
his fellow demons. Not even Volkath and his iron will has taken as deeply to the
powers of the Abyss as Maloch has, and for this reason Maloch is the foremost
champion of Lokheim.\n\n"Begin." The low, rumbling voice echoed through the
training hall, and Nakroth's eardrums trembled. He was familiar with Maloch, of
course, but he had never crossed swords with the demon lord, and he was
uneasy.\n"What are you waiting for? You're just going to stand there in before Lord
Maloch?" Zephys' movements were even faster than his mouth, and his spear was
already heading towards Maloch.\nThis was not a fair fight, of course. Maloch
outnumbered them one to two.Nakroth quickly responded, moving towards Maloch on the
other side. For his part, Maloch seemed almost oblivious to their movements,
standing unmoving with his cleaver, just waiting for their move.\nFear crept into
Nakroth's heart, though there was little time to dwell on it as he and Zephys
picked up their pace. They timed each other's moves perfectly, product of their
many sparring sessions, Zephys's spear stabs alternating with Nakroth's short
swords, pressuring Maloch from both sides.\nCrimson flashed before Nakroth's eyes,
and his arms went numb from the impact between his weapon and Maloch's. But it was
enough that he stopped Maloch, even for an instant, creating an opening for Zephys
- or so he thought.\nWithout stopping for even a moment, Maloch's cleaver drew an
arc towards Zephys on the other side.\nStill, Zephys was even faster. He may not
have Maloch's power, but he had the initiative, and this was their best
chance.Zephys's spears rained down on Maloch, and multiple holes appeared in
Maloch's chest, hot demon blood flowing from them like burning lava. Yet Maloch
appeared completely unconcerned, as his great cleaver accelerated towards
Zephys.\nZephys blocked the blow with his spears, but the cleaver's momentum was
not stopped, sending him flying across the arena.\nAt this moment Nakroth advanced,
attacking Maloch's left side which was now open. But Maloch simply raised his left
hand, and seized Nakroth within his great red demonic claw. Nakroth's lifeforce
faded as Maloch's body glowed blood-red, the wounds inflicted by Zephys quickly
closing themselves.Drained by Maloch's claw, Zephys mustered what strength he had
to launch a desperate strike. But his real goal was to distract Maloch, buying time
for Zephys, who was now in a position to hit Maloch from behind.\nZephys did not
disappoint, leaping high in the air, his spear tip headed straight for Maloch's
back. But Maloch was gone, leaving Zephys and Nakroth to stare at each other in
confusion.\nThen the two of them looked up, and Maloch's demonic wings were fully
spread, then his massive frame landed, a great shockwave sending Zephys and Nakroth
flying.\nThen all was quiet, with only Maloch standing in the middle of the arena,
a proud mountain of a demon.
68A6FFE726795AD3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
68B0649C8510A8A2_## = The Iron Mountain Range is located at the northern tip of the
land, surrounding the Holy Hall like an iron wall. This renowned mountain range is
known for its deposits of ore, which, which served as the main source of income for
the Holy Hall. \n\nAs a group of people indigenous to the region, the Holy Hall
directly governs all of their faithful followers. The tribe led by Taara achieved
many feats in the warring era. Though they lacked the necessary crafting skills for
fine weapons, they valiently held their crude hammers and smashed them down upon
the Fallen invading at the foot of the mountains. Bloodbath after bloodbath,
Taara's tribe paid dearly. However, even on the verge of losing the entire Iron
Mountain Range, surrender never entered Taara's mind.\n\nOn the day of light's
resurgence, Taara and her tribesmen held a great festival. They lit the furnace
deep in the mountains and celebrated with pillars of raging flames. Thane's
messengers came at this time to issue a decree from the new king. Due to Taara's
valiance in the war, she was granted a noble title and a rich plot of land in the
kingdom. There, her tribe would finally be able to escape their life of material
shortages and hard mining work.\n\nHowever, before Taara and her tribe could make
the transition, Gildur's fury spread to the Iron Mountains. As the Holy Hall's
financial officer, Gildur knew that maintaining the population was essential to
maintaining production capacity. He would not allow Thane to destabilize the
cornerstones of the Order.\n\nThane's messenger was exiled, and Taara was regarded
as a traitor to the faith and imprisoned. In addition, the taxes for her tribe were
doubled for the next ten years as a punishment.\n\nThe ground collapsed from
beneath her feet and Taara fell from heaven straight to the endless torment of
hell. \n\nVeera, who had been spying from the dark, seized the chance to rescue
Taara, leaving her with these words: "False gods fail you in light; why not embrace
true darkness?" Disappointed by the Holy Hall, Taara submitted herself to the
abyss. She was willing to be baptized by frost fire, and to commit her soul to a
dark will.\n\n"I rely only on the power I can hold in my hands!"
68BE2279D929B9EB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
68F342BDC58D7221_## = Rosenberg
69C91792628E42A5_## = Power of Dimensions
69E2394A179B6DCD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
69F680567DEE33BD_## = Her status is too high
6A03499B4D204B61_## = Denizens of Elborne Woods and Verno Forest.
6A2249A529C4BE67_## = Lu Bu
6A2618689CEEE499_## = Former Demon Hunter turned mercenary
6A86C9CFC80B0BCD_## = 30 Nov
6A99D1E34FBD4276_## = Listen! This is my solo chorus!
6AB31455013D7C44_## = Likes to read and think about questions of philosophy.
6AE1DE4012F1BA51_## = Forest Denizens
6AE28B458069A9B0_## = Verno Valley
6AF00F6AB8178FE3_## = My kingdom is the skies.
6AF47DF9E4077BBD_## = Norman Allies
6B00B0AFB1C6AE9C_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
6B080EB5BBBF871B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6B18E47933B9C142_## = Abyss Pet
6B3AD9D20CCDBB8C_## = The world of adults is so complicated.
6B404B32ED71DD80_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6B7F4ABAF03C8D73_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6B9343BB962B2C69_## = Zip belongs to a new generation of creatures native to the
Abyss, representing a new direction in their evolution. It has the intellectual
capacity to learn and grow, and he has the rare skill to harness the power of
dimensions, as he demonstrated when escaping from Mganga's lab. Bearing witness to
the scene, Veera put a stop to the experiments on Zip and entrusted the creature to
her faithful servant, Mina, whom Zip came to adore.\n\nThough Zip is able to come
and go from Lokheim as he pleases, he dares not leave Mina's side. Even his little
mind knows that there are too many who see him as the key to discovering the
secrets of creation.
6BAE522FC9911D2B_## = 31 Dec
6BD07AFB21F0FCEE_## = Past, present, future - we'll always be together.
6BFFB9F6B8281F68_## = Everybody needs my help!
6C29344584A69850_## = The Bull King
6C29B34E4F7B0BA1_## = Volkath
6C2F791C85898E1B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6C3394AB9A0EB573_## = Ishar
6C3568C078711C18_## = Land of Dragons
6C49DF62FF108A39_## = Martial Artist
6C657E23B704C6BE_## = "The silver moon shines eternal."\n\nHidden among the
population of the Afata, there is a small tribe who worships the moon. Every thirty
years, a young woman is chosen to wield the full power of the moon and become the
tribe's guardian priestess. As the time for selecting the chosen one neared, Lindis
and Luna were deemed the two most promising candidates as they had displayed the
greatest potential for developing their abilities and controlling the full power of
the moon.\n\nBut Lindis knew her chances were slim. Luna, her sister, outshone her
in every way. She was talented, smart, beautiful, and held in high regard by their
peers. Meanwhile, Lindis merely stood in her shadow, unnoticed and
overlooked.\n\nLindis bore her sister no ill will, however. She loved her sister
and admired her beauty. And, in return, Luna lavished her normally quiet and
reserved little sister with love. Their bond was incredibly strong, and as time
passed, the two sisters developed a psychic connection with one another. Lindis was
content just being Luna's little sister. She had no sense of jealousy as all she
wanted was for Luna to become the tribe's priestess.\n\nSadly, that heartfelt wish
would soon be dashed. Mganga the Unspeakable had quietly maneuvered his way into
the tribe. He began to work his charm on Lindis, plying her with sweet lies and
luring her into his trap.\n\nJust as he was prepared to start siphoning away
Lindis' power, Luna, sensing her sister's predicament, came to the rescue. Yet, she
was not powerful enough to defeat Mganga alone. As Lindis returned to her senses,
she was overcome with both guilt and despair. "I'll take both your powers!" Mganga
exclaimed with delight and avarice.\n\n"I won't dare let you!" shouted Luna. And
with all her might, Luna released a bright burst of energy that drew out the full
power in both sisters, melding their souls together inextricably. "You... What have
you done?! You would sacrifice your own life and existence for her?!" an enraged
and distraught Mganga roared as he tried to stop the fusion. But there was little
he could do to stop the fully realized potential of the silver moon.\n\nUnder the
light of the silver moon, Luna grew ever weaker while her energy brought Lindis
back from the brink of death. "Lindis, I'm so proud of you," was all that was said
before Luna's physical presence faded, signaling the completion of their union. In
a fit of anguish, Lindis fired a deadly arrow from her crossbow towards Mganga. She
could sense Luna's soul within her as she raised her weapon, calling upon the full
power of the silver moon together. Badly wounded and defeated, Mganga fled and
never returned.\n\n"Luna, I promise you. I will defend our tribe to the bitter
end."
6C7DCD7E8DC0B267_## = Violet Biography
6C809CABEE77484C_## = 15 Jan
6C8AAEF934B72D52_## = The Captain
6CCE375FF4B3D462_## = Y'bneth
6CD6B087C1A2A441_## = Krixi
6CDCA1CF4878EA0C_## = The Thunder Throne alone is not enough for me.
6CEE178E1363731E_## = Fellow Students
6CEF52F871721779_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6CF21F76E0F4A407_## = Sworn enemies of order, who seek absolute power against the
ties that bind them.
6CFFB9B0D7E57E68_## = Lord of the Abyss
6D0CF8E1CFC27F9C_## = Violet
6D12E33F4B47B23E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6D255D13613D1A32_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
6D2A76FF14BF6E8E_## = Looks weak on the surface, but absolutely focused when she
sets her mind on a goal.
6D47B63DB01E3484_## = Ilumia Biography
6D4ADEB5C979DEC5_## = The Pandharma Master
6D6342C2E791210A_## = Yena and Murad are lost in the desert and they are short on
water. What will Yena do?
6DB5BFECAE25BA1D_## = Family Ties
6DF11682B3196281_## = Tremble, you bugs!
6E0154D083477BD4_## = The Eastern Desert, Helios Empire territory.\nMurad rides
next to his father, the massive army of the empire behind them. Yet the field was
virtually silent - the quiet before the storm.\nThey are waiting for Azzen'Ka, The
Forgotten.\nMorad grasps the necklace before his chest. On the necklace was a
bright azure gem that glowed with the starlight of oceans. It was the most sacred
artifact of the Helios Empire - the Gem of Time. Passed down through the royal
family, it was made of Andura stone, and traditionally held by the heir to the
throne.The edge of the sky turned crimson, and the raging winds brought a low roar.
The demon Azzen'Ka had come, bringing his vast army. Raging sands darkened the
skies, and the battle began.\nMurad was at the fore of the lines, charging towards
Azzen'Ka. His necklace began to glow with a silver light, and a magic circle formed
around Azzen'Ka's feet, slowing the demon's movement. Seeing his opportunity, Murad
leapt at Azzen'Ka, but was stopped by sand blasts. Countless rocks flew at Murad,
but he adroitly dart in and out among them, avoiding them with little
difficulty.\nConfident that he could deal with Azzen'Ka's attacks, Murad was
prepared to make a second go when he found his legs frozen in place. Sand had began
to creep up onto them, solidifying into a rock shell that pinned him in place. He
had fallen into Azzen'Ka's trap without realizing it.\nWide-eyed, Murad could only
watch as Azzen'Ka came before him with a smug smile.\n"You're a little stronger
than your forefathers, I'll give you that. But you don't seem to be any
smarter."\nAn enormous claw of rock and sand had formed before Murad, slowly but
surely bearing down with unstoppable power, the same claw that had already buried
countless souls before him. This was Murad's punishment for defying the Lord of the
Desert, god, demon, nightmare...\n"Use the Gem, Murad!"\nMurad heard his father's
voice, and felt his mind go blank. The sand engulfed him and the world went
black.When he came to his senses he was standing on a sea of stars, memories of his
life flying before his eyes. He saw the wail of souls innumerable fade into the
ruins of great cities, a lone wander in a desert, to a mysterious woman, bathing in
the moonlight with her arms open.\nWas this real? What was real?\nMurad could not
see the woman's face clearly, though she looked to be several years Murad's
senior.\n"Demon or god, I will kill them," she said.\n"Farewell. I know that you
will bring peace and unity to the desert, and the people shall know neither war nor
hunger."\nLike tiny grains of sand the quiet words faded away in the wind, but they
had left an impression in Murad.\nWhen he was granted the Gem he was warned not to
trust the chaotic memories of the artifact until he had fully harnessed its powers.
The conversation might take place in the future, or in another timeline, or merely
in his dreams.\nBut Murad found himself moved. Someone was willing to stand by his
side, trust him without reservation, and love the land just as he did. He was
willing to believe it.\nThe stars began to fall away, and so did Murad. But his
heart was steady and strong.\nHe knew what he had to do.Among cries of surprise the
sand was torn open and Murad burst out, appearing behind Azzen'Ka, his twin blades
reflecting the sunlight that shined through the gap that had appeared in the sky.
With blinding speed he launched five strikes at Azzen'Ka, each one aiming at a
weakness.\n"Time has judged you!"\n- End -
6E312B607CE0255F_## = Poor money habits, often has to borrow from Valhein and
Butterfly.
6E4D981E98C8A1D7_## = Unknown
6E58138FE897E8FA_## = Airi Biography
6E58E98E6F202325_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6E63268F38C339E4_## = A well-honed training longbow
6E67DC4A90B6CCE4_## = 25 May
6E6BB1A745C65870_## = Sephera
6E7ACAF655994125_## = Boiling Sea
6E9093ADB26FCE11_## = 155cm
6EB68B9813A77F8C_## = The Ash Weaver
6EC085C51C94929A_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6EDA9DADB96640C5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6EE4F3525D94129B_## = "Destroy it, and it shall be eternal."
6EEF934B2D2EBB3B_## = Federation of the Free
6F0DF2ECC725B054_## = Born of the same clan, Airi and Hayate were once like brother
and sister. Hayate's betrayal has caused the two to drift apart, but Hayate
continues to pay close attention to what goes on around Airi.
6F17F91D5943AD7E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
6F328DC83E50FD91_## = "Where there is no way, there is a way. What is infinite, is
finite. Such is the way of the martial artist. Such is the way of Ch'i."\nIt was a
cold and rainy day. Drenched laborers gathered in front of the dojo with hammers
and crowbars in hand, discussing how to remove the two inscribed plaques embedded
deep inside the doorpost. The boss wanted everything taken away except the brick
walls and the people. The plaques were not part of the walls, but they were so
deeply embedded inside the stone doorposts that the workers were at their wits'
end. Qi was standing under the eaves, watching all this.\n\n"My grandfather punched
it in with the power of Ch'i. Your tools are no good." Finally, she pushed aside
the workers and stood in front of the doorposts, barely concealing her displeasure.
She bent her knees lightly, raised her palm, and struck the pillars one after the
other. The plaques flew out from inside the stonework before anybody even realized
what happened."Not bad, girl!" Words of praise came from the watching
workers.\n\n"Much good it does, if it can't keep the dojo open..." someone
whispered. Jealousy, or something else? Qi did not know, Qi did not care. In the
rain, she turned around and walked into her house. There was nothing left in the
empty house, not even a stool to sit down on, but it was still her home, where she
was born, where she grew up, where she learned everything she knew about the
martial arts.The Dragon Kingdom is the home of martial arts, and Qi's family, the
Sungming clan, was one of its most illustrious practitioners - once upon a time.
But the family had long been in decline, dwindling in numbers and skill. Qi is the
last of her line.\n\nPerhaps the bloodline wanted to go out in a blaze of glory,
for Qi showed incredible talent for martial arts from a young age. Her father was
once a respectable martial artist himself, but injury and illness had robbed him of
his prowess, and he trained Qi relentlessly, desperate to preserve the family's
legacy in its sole remaining heir. Qi's mother left, angry at her husband's
treatment of their daughter, and so did the few students the dojo had, after it
became clear that their master had become a shadow of his former self. At last only
father and daughter were left in an empty dojo, and Qi's father placed all his
hopes on her. Qi did not fail him, becoming a martial artist who need not be
ashamed in the proud company of her ancestors. But it came at a price - her father
spent all the money he had, making sure that Qi had the best nourishment possible
and never wanted for medicine when she was injured, leaving none for the treatment
of his own illness.\n\nWhen her father fell ill, Qi took over as master of the
Dojo. But she did not heed her father's commands to find students and restore the
glory of the dojo, but pawned the dojo's deed to buy medicine for her father.
Furious at this, her father refused to speak to her for days; Qi said nothing,
continuing to take care of her father as she had, diligently keeping up with her
training in between. "Silly girl, wasting time and money on a dying old
man!"\n\n"Yes, yes. Now open your mouth and drink your medicine." Qi simply held up
the spoon until her father relented and drank up.\n\n"Yuck, this bitter crap...it's
not gonna do me any good, you know that. Why won't you just let me die, for
Dragon's sake?"\n\n"For as long as I can remember I've been training with you. For
twelve long years we have been master and student, more than we have been father
and daughter. I want to make up for lost time now that I'm in charge. I don't know
how much time you have left, so I want to make the most of it."\n"Silly, silly
girl...I'm sorry, Qi, I'm so sorry..." Tears ran down her father's cheeks." There's
nothing to be sorry about. You taught me the techniques of our ancestors, all that
I need to survive in the world. Don't say anything - just rest. I won't let my
skills get rusty, and I won't let the dojo go under."\n\n"Look at you, just like
your silly old man when he was young." Qi's father laughed. The more he laughed,
the more Qi's heart ached.\n\nIt rained the day her father died too. He lay on his
bed, little more than skin and bones, too weak to even cough, but with his last
strength he grasped Qi's hand with his own and whispered to her, "Bring glory back
to the family...let Sungming's name be known far and wide..."\n\nWith reddened eyes
Qi nodded, holding back tears. She was a warrior now, and a warrior never lies. Her
father could die in peace.\n\nFuneral arrangements were only half done when the
creditors came to claim the dojo. Qi went out into the middle of the training hall
and crushed the floor tiles beneath her feet with one casual step. The collectors
left.But money owed was money owed, and Qi's pride did not allow her to default on
it by force. All she wanted was to keep the house, and the name of Sungming
Dojo.\n\n"Take everything you care to and set whatever price you see fit. When my
name is made and the dojo is back on its feet, I'll pay back the rest - with
interest."\n\nThe manager of the pawnshop saw that Qi had talent and put in a good
word with the owner, who agreed to give her a three-year extension. Qi had averted
the crisis at hand, and she knew what she should do next. Qi's stomach rumbled. A
warrior needs to eat, and she had not eaten for days.\n\n"First things first. Got
to find something to eat." She patted her stomach lightly and kicked open her room
door. "Then I go and find that Lu Bu and see who's the better fighter!"\n\nThis was
the path that her ancestor Sungming had walked - a man of humble beginnings, who
made his name with his iron fists. But his descendants could not follow in his
footsteps, and the family dojo went into decline.\n\nBut Qi is the greatest martial
artist to come from her line since the great Sungming himself. And she is ready to
challenge the mighty heroes of the world.\n\n"I am my Ch'i, my Ch'i with me."
6F485A239685879B_## = Sephera and D'Arcy had a long and complicated relationship,
but as time passed they buried the past and treated each other as close friends and
comrades. In her heart Sephera always felt she was the third wheel in D'Arcy and
Dirak's friendship.
6F4C2ECDDCEF33BE_## = Shadow Prison
6F539708A6C40226_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
6F58192B0B6D7485_## = His obsession with research has had detrimental effects on
his hairline.
6F7FC5742BC704E4_## = Veda
6F99764F743D9F44_## = Thane
6FA182B87C7AF699_## = Hall of Gospel
6FAC400F29756555_## = Yorn
6FAD90B3A2053C24_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
6FD113E540C6DC2E_## = Ilumia had it all: beauty, intelligence, power, glory, and
strength. Just as Maloch represented the dark power, Ilumia was the embodiment of
light. No hero was above Ilumia. She never showed anyone her true self because she
had a more important identity to assume: Goddess of Light.\n\nHer elegance, purity,
and magic compelled people to believe that Ilumia was the Goddess that brought hope
and light to the people. The Temple was founded and expanded on these beliefs. With
a revered Goddess, the Temple firmly established the religion, which commanded its
fearless followers to resist dark invasions.\n\nAs the actual power wielder of the
Temple, Ilumia knew how to play the game. She managed to wrestle the Temple free
from the castle's rule and protect her followers' interests when Thane's power
reached its pinnacle. Ilumia lived and breathed power, and she would never give it
up willingly.
6FE32F28C8543E66_## = Proud and haughty
70195CFF616A8D85_## = Tribal Priest
701CAA15D9A2E9AB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
704F66148F67D7A7_## = Qi
707230144C4BE14D_## = Lokheim
70AFD1AB772FF475_## = Betrayed by his king and his nobles, Nakroth harbors a deep
grudge against the royal house.
70C7DCB47F1DCE1C_## = Shadow Worm Legion
70EC7330CE72271E_## = Arum Biography
713FE6D70DEBC61C_## = Yena
716F5A2B8FDF41B3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7179B4BADB2A79A6_## = The Monolith
717EF787B3A1FFE3_## = 26 Jun
71911E25C35ED436_## = Arum
719801C6FCD52C4E_## = Sinestrea's family had always known of their demonic
lineage.\nIt was a secret that they kept well, for just like other human families,
they had put down roots near Kazell and relied on generations of hard work and
accumulated wisdom to bring them into the prominent position they held
today.\n\nHowever, when Sinestrea was twelve, her nightmare began. Unknown killers
showed up at her manor, taking a family gathering as their opportunity to put her
entire family to the sword and purge the world of their impure
blood.\nMiraculously, Sinestrea alone managed to escape, fleeing to the west, where
she stumbled onto the border of Afata and met the half-elf Dextra, who took her in
to her secluded home.\n\nUnder Dextra's care, Sinestrea managed to regain a
peaceful life. But that bloody night would not leave her alone, and the killers
came to finish the job. They would take Sinestrea's life and Dextra's along with
it.\nThe two of them were hopelessly outmatched, and Sinestrea fled for the second
time. This time, though, she had Dextra by her side.\nHeeding some inscrutable
instinct, Sinestrea led Dextra in their flight and came upon an Abyssal Rift. With
no other options, they leaped straight in. When their pursuers arrived, they turned
around and headed back, believing their mission to be accomplished.\n\nAn Abyssal
Rift is a passage from the Abyss into Athanor, full of nasty monsters and deadly
hazards, but Sinestrea felt like a fish returning to the sea. This adventure had
awakened the demon blood in Sinestrea, and at the same time, Dextra started to
teach her to fight.\nThe only thing that worried Sinestrea was that Dextra, without
the benefit of demon blood, was getting weaker each day.\n\nAfter a little
searching, they found a way home, but the World Tree's roots sealing the exit
dashed their hopes.\nWithout hesitation, Dextra spent her last breath and the last
of her elf blood to open a passage through the roots for Sinestrea to return.\nIn
her sorrow and rage at losing someone she loved for the second time, Sinestrea
discovered new powers again. She channeled the power of the Abyss into the roots of
the World Tree, corrupting them and allowing the light of Athanor to shine down
upon them. Sinestrea infused her own blood into the dying Dextra and pulled her
back from the brink of death.\nWith the transfer of blood, a demonic contract was
sealed, and Sinestrea brought the now fully human Dextra to Kazell to start a new
life.\n\nNow Sinestrea is trying to find those responsible for killing her family.
To this end, she and Dextra have joined the Shadow Hand in the hopes that through
this secretive organization, they will find the answers that they seek.
719A99942CDEBF7A_## = The result of nature's laws being warped by Abyssal energies,
the Maelstrom connects the underground passages used by the Lokheim demons. It is
an important base for Lokheim's naval operations.
719B98C8B053F16D_## = The Reaper Queen
71A355EDDB29C319_## = Wisp
71AF889A58AFB59B_## = Admires the enthusiastic Ata, who is his best friend
71BB8515427B80FF_## = Which of the following heroes did not fall under Veera's
spell?
71BF1899CA5D19F0_## = Spends her mornings reciting incantations at the shore.
71C10EF7644AA9E3_## = City of Light
71C5B79C7742946A_## = Sinestrea Biography
71C616D87A39D56D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
71D474A4D8CCF5D4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
71F5A95D55027ED8_## = "Who is this who summons me?" The silence of the shadows is
broken by a seductive voice.\n\nA cellar room seven-feet large, with a single
wooden door as the only entrance, no windows, and no useless furniture to distract.
Complex runes are inscribed on the ground made of obsidian, with a demonic statue
in the middle made of the same material.\n\nVeres' blood seeps through the runes. A
crimson light runs through the inscriptions like a hungry snake looking for prey.
This is the most dangerous of magical sacrifices: using runes filled with dark
magic as medium, the summoner activates them with the power of blood, summoning the
shadow of a "guest" from another realm.\n\nIf the summoner's life force is not
strong enough, they run out of blood and end up a dried corpse. If the summoner's
will is not strong enough, they become corrupted by the visiting shadow and join
them in the Abyss.\n\nThis is a trial of both mind and matter.\n\nThe guest from
the Abyss has come. Entrancing voices echo through the room, but Veres is unfazed.
She pulls back her bleeding wrist and wraps it as best as she can with the other
hand and her teeth. The ritual is half complete. She needs to be in top mental form
for the impending negotiation.\n\n"Why do you not speak, girl? Was it not you who
called me here?" The voice is tender, seductive, and finds its way into the deepest
reaches of the heart.\n\n"Didn't think it would be you who responds, granny." Veres
replies coldly after spitting out the bandage in her mouth.\n\n"Mmm. The tongue is
sharp as ever, I see." Veera the Seductress, Mastermind of Corruption, the advisor
to the Abyss Legion, known for her unpredictable guile. Yet even after thousands of
years, there are some things that matter more than others. Veera does not succeed
entirely in letting Veres' words slide.\n\n"Time's running out. Let's cut to the
chase." Veres takes a parchment from inside her robes and throws it at the statue,
now glowing with a crimson light. "This is what I want, and my offer for
it."\n\nThe parchment opens in the middle of the air as though touched by a pair of
invisible hands.\n\n"A fair deal, I must say. You offer something that I want, and
in return you want something that I can - that only I can give." Amusement creeps
into Veera's tone. "But I'm curious…who taught you this ritual? And I seem to
detect a familiar scent from this parchment..."\n\n"I thought you would be old
enough to let a few little things go. Plenty old enough." Veres pouts impatiently.
"If there are no problems, do we have a deal?"\n\n"If we ever met again, child, I
suggest that you hold your tongue - or lose it." Without waiting for Veres' retort,
Veera's shadow disappears.\nThe contract is in effect.\n\nNow alone by herself,
Veres lets out a long sigh. She has been walking a fine line - one wrong step, and
it's all over for her. The man behind the scenes, who calls himself the "Great
Warlock", assured her that everything is under control, but Veres never believed a
word of it. "Old bastard, always hiding in the shadows...he expects me to trust
him, when he doesn't even dare show his face!"\n\nAs the paragon of a new
generation of assassins raised by the Reapers, there is only one person who Veres
trusts in this world: Quillen, who is both teacher and father to her. Thanks to her
success, the Reapers have reemerged from the shadows, and Quillen has regained his
old standing among the Shadow Hand. He lends Veres to mages in order to curry
favors from their factions, as well as serving as a display of power.\n\nAmily's
rebellion three years ago dealt a terrible blow to both the Reapers and Quillen's
reputation. He had to relinquish some of his powers as he bid his time training new
blood. Quillen's pain has passed on to his new protégé, who has directed all her
anger and hate towards Amily.\n\n"So much like her…" Veres often hears this from
her master. After all these years, Quillen still could not forget his admiration
for Amily's abilities.\n\nToo young to understand the sentiments behind Quillen's
words, Veres treated them as a slap in the face, to be compared to the infamous
traitor by the only person she respected and loved. And she could not help but
feel, deep down, that Quillen considered her inferior to Amily.\n\nThis is why
Veres came to partake in this ritual, despite the risks. She did not do this just
for Quillen's glory; she also seeks to be unique. \n\nAccording to the "warlock",
as the link between two worlds and signee to the contract, the power of the Abyss
will irrevocably enter her blood, giving her new powers, as well as completely
changing her appearance.\n\n"Just want to make sure that I'm not going to become
one of those Corrupted." Veres' voice holds no doubt. The words of the "warlock"
have not made her let down her guard, but after receiving Quillen's assurance, she
had only one thought in mind - reach a deal, no matter what it takes. And with this
newfound power, she can settle the score with a certain fugitive.\n\n"The world's
going to know - I'm better than you are."
71FC82A58B6D4D33_## = Kazell
7201D91BF17E7181_## = Thane
720492BE09E51126_## = 240cm
721D8CC30126D184_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
72263D28530D2B23_## = "Tremble, for I am the Plague, the Avatar of
Pestilence."\n\nBorn from battle, Preyta lived to spread disease and pestilence.
During an ancient conflict between forgotten kingdoms, bodies began to pile high.
Without time for proper burials, the dead were rolled into a deep ravine to fester
and decay. \n\nPreyta was the soldier tasked with guarding this area. However, as
the corpse pile grew, the perpetual rot and festering corpses grew into something
more. Preyta's soul became infected, his mind warped and twisted until all that
remained was a servant of the plague. Empowered by the rot, a new creature was
born.\n\nAll living things were susceptible to the plague and Preyta knew just how
well and quickly it could spread in time of war. Bards told tales of battlefields
decimated by the purveyor of pestilence. He could appear anytime, on any
battlefield, and rain down a putrid virus capable of consuming all life.\n\nPreyta
could cause even the bravest of souls to cower in fear. Drawing powerful magic from
pestilence, he could obliterate any shred of willpower that his enemy could muster
before infecting them with a deadly pathogen. \n\n"He is the scourge, and he has
returned to this world."
723B35453BA8ED8E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
723E38F5BE4C9CF8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
72506C8EE2609961_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
726710D005F67B52_## = Capheny Biography
72727273169E8130_## = Omega Biography
727C48A215BE9096_## = 28 Sep
729A732CA9118F3F_## = Enzo
72B38FBEE0978A90_## = Eland'orr has a reputation for being wise, thanks to:
72CCF8B6433CA2D9_## = Preyta
72D2D083BF4C693D_## = It is a fine line between good and evil.\n\nMost of us are
just threading in between.\n\nYou and me, we share the same ideology.\n\nFight for
me, we shall transform the Free Federation into a pure Utopia.
72DE5D5A5D1AB7F3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
72F42A69EFD8EBC9_## = Qi Biography
73008EE7821BBFAF_## = It was for this reason that she had chosen to go all-in,
hoping to offset uncertainty with brute force.Whatever plans Ilumia might have, she
could not possibly have counted on Lokheim committing its entire strength. And even
if there was a trap waiting for them, Veera was confident that they would endure
until the resurrection ceremony was complete, at which point the arrival of Volkath
would undoubtedly turn the tables and bring victory to Lokheim.
7305F2C2CE1D47F2_## = 5 Sep
730844DC389638F1_## = 20 Feb
731B0F1F751D046B_## = With the help from their mages, the Silverwing and Casanova
knights cleaned up the wasteland that used to be Sunfall Valley. The massive
explosion that rocked the valley yesterday had destroyed the hills around the
valley, revealing shining crystal formations. The mages identified them as
priceless Andura Stone, but even they could not explain how they came to appear at
Sunfall Valley. Nor did they know about the secret meeting that Arthur, rescued
from the brink of death by the Archon Lauriel, was currently participating
in.Lauriel and D'Arcy confirmed that Volkath's resurrection was successful, and so
with Lauriel and Arthur representing Veda, Tel'Annas representing Afata, and Astrid
and Dirak representing the League of Humans, the leaders of the three major
factions met to discuss their next move.In addition to dealing with the Lokheim
threat, the focus of the meeting soon moved to something more pressing - the Andura
Stone that had appeared in Sunfall Valley.Lauriel claimed that the Andura Stones
were the product of the clash between the light of Ilumia's magic and the darkness
of Volkath's resurrection ritual, and thus they belonged rightfully to
Veda.Tel'Annas and Astrid disagreed vehemently, of course. Eventually the three
sides came to an agreement, mediated by Arthur, whereby the Andura Stones would be
divided among the three factions evenly.Some of the stones were imbued with the
power of darkness, and they would be entrusted to the Magister's Council, with
Afafa and Veda each sending a representative to oversee their disposal, so that
they do not fall into Lokheim hands."Ushering in a new age of Enchantments, eh?"
Dirak's excitement was palpable as he grabbed D'Arcy's shoulder. Andura-powered
enchantments were Dirak's specialty, a versatile and effective form of magic that
could be used to boost the effectiveness of mages and warriors in combat. But the
rarity of Andura Stones had prevented them from being popularized - until now.Even
the stones imbued with the power of darkness could, in the right hands, be used for
good. Dirak was a firm believer that there was no such thing as evil power, only
evil hearts.This was why D'Arcy did not reject Dirak out of hand when his old
friend came calling. No one knew black magic better than D'Arcy on the Magister's
Council, and no one hated it more, but his trust in Dirak was absolute, and he was
confident that his old friend would use it for good.So much for old friends. What
of new ones?Murad and Yena sought him out because they needed his help. Having gone
through so much together, however, D'Arcy could say with confidence that he would
trust them with his life, and they with theirs.Still, D'Arcy felt he owed his new
friends something, and now was the opportunity to repay the debt. There was a good
chance that they would find Andura Stones imbued with the power of dimensions to
repair Murad's ancestral artifact, something which D'Arcy was eager to, even though
the same stones would have been of great benefit to his own studies.Of course,
D'Arcy had his eyes on more."Dirak.""What's up?""I might head for the deserts some
time.""All of a sudden?""I've heard my friends talk about it, and I would like to
see with my own eyes how the red sun sets upon the golden sands."Murad sneezed hard
in the Casanova Order's tent."Aww! That hurt!" The erstwhile prince was wrapped in
bandages, and the sneeze opened up his wounds. "Who's talking behind my
back?"Murad's eyes were on Yena, who was tending to his wounds as he spoke, and
Yena glared right back. If not for Murad's performance two days ago, she would not
even bother with him.But what a performance it was! While all who were present
stared at the massive shadow in stunned silence, Murad charged forward and lashed
out with his Blades of Time."Do not presume to challenge a god, vermin!"Volkath's
roar showed that he noticed Murad's actions. In that moment, did Murad truly
threaten the powerful Lord of Darkness?"Come on, talk to me. I'm bored to death
stuck to this bed."Yena frowned. "I've never seen anyone look so happy wrapped from
head to feet in bandages. Sometimes I wonder what your head is filled with...""Of
course I'm happy! It's the Lord of Darkness! Azzen'Ka can't even hold a candle
before him. I couldn't even stand straight when I saw him the last time, and that
time it was only a shadow of him. This time I had the guts to try to hit him, and I
even gave him a mighty scare!" Murad moved a little too much in his excitement, and
his wounds opened again."Aww, aww, aww...well, listen. Don't you think I've gotten
a lot stronger?" Asked Murad, finally calming down."Don't know, don't care." Yena
rolled her eyes and prepared to leave, picking up the old bandages on her way."Hey,
answer me!"Yes, thought Yena. You have gotten stronger alright - and a great deal
more annoying than when you were moping and brooding.She turned, and for an instant
Murad saw a smile on her face. He sat and stared, speechless.
7322B4BDA56700C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
732CE51331C5B928_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
7348FB61FD7C56DB_## = Capheny
7363FE1CD5E121A1_## = Let's hope this won't be boring.
7397F2F420945D36_## = Valhein
739D4C7F9FA40CDB_## = Lindis Biography
73A5BC2054A3A60C_## = Lokheim
73B06EDDBA348D6D_## = Zephys asked me how I retained the honor of "Most Popular
with Women" title in the Abyss, and it's simply because:
73B7354C92328BD1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
73D3DFF98B60C39D_## = Nakroth
73EB4CB515E3EA49_## = Elemental lifeforms are not a common sight on Athanor. Zill
was born in the air, and he had little regard for the beings of the earth, with one
exception - Lumburr, whom he had fought alongside with.
73F10598A5A03A8D_## = Tulen, Enzo and Yorn
7407BB8591941EAB_## = Gildur
740D015CE968CDA9_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for cultural and
educational affairs. It borders the Kingdom of Okka and its master is unknown, but
its everyday affairs are managed by its deputy, Ignis, with Lauriel also involved
in its operations.
741BF12214070240_## = The Joker's origins are shrouded in mystery, but what is
known is that he was once a small-time criminal who, after a freak accident
transformed into the Clown Prince of Crime. The Joker's belief that life can change
at any moment drives his thirst for chaos, which has fueled his reign of terror in
Gotham City. Believing that life is nothing more than a cosmic joke, the Joker has
dedicated himself to showing others—the whole world, even—that in one moment, your
whole life can get turned upside down. \n\nThe Joker has kidnapped, crippled,
maimed, murdered, and tortured countless individuals throughout the world, but his
locus of operations is Gotham City. Or, it was. In Gotham, the Joker was obsessed
with the punchline to his best joke: the destruction of Batman's ideals. Yet, try
as he might, no matter how agonizing nor how elaborate the situation, Batman
refused to give in to the Joker's games. Even after the Joker's actions cost Batman
some of his dearest allies, the Dark Knight would not break. Instead, Batman turned
the tables on the Joker by utilizing a highly modified version of Scarecrow's fear
toxin. \n\nPrior to this moment, the Joker had never truly tasted fear. With
Batman's altered fear toxin sluicing through his veins, the Joker was terrified for
the first time. The traumatic nature of the experience was enough to unmoor the
last fastenings of the Joker's sanity. Rather than stand trial for his crimes, he
was committed to Arkham Asylum. Here, the Joker was a comedian without a joke. What
could be truly funny in the face of true terror? The Joker began to despair that he
might never laugh at the world ever again. \n\nThat changed when a new inmate was
brought into Arkham. This man, too, was mad, but in between his demented ravings he
spouted lucid streams of mathematical equations and whispered incantations in
hushed tones. And when he would sleep, a single phrase was on his lips: "Athanor…
Athanor." The man's madness intrigued the Joker. With some charm and deception
Joker befriended the inmate and learned of where the man had come from. A scientist
in a former life, the Arkham inmate had studied radiation spikes across the world
that coincided with paranormal phenomena. The scientist had found the answer to
these riddles: a portal to another world. \n\nThe scientist spoke of this realm,
Athanor, with reverent tones. It was clear that the experience had changed the
scientist profoundly. The Joker was not in search of spiritual enlightenment or an
experience that would cure his madness; no, he longed to see this world of beauty
and order, so that he might make a grand joke of it. With his mind finally resolved
to a productive endeavor, the Joker escaped Arkham, as he had so many times before.
This time, instead of wreaking havoc upon Gotham, the newly freed Joker made for
Athanor. \n\nAfter months of searching, the Joker finally found the portal to
Athanor. And now, even the gods who contend to rule that realm will have to wrestle
with the man who is chaos personified.
742CC4A1BBC44088_## = Training grounds, Magic Academy.\n\n"Are...are we really
going to fight, Mr. Paine?" Ishar asked uneasily.\n\n"Fight? No, just a lesson on
practical magic," said her instructor with an impassive expression.\n\n"What's
that, little doll? Scared?" Said her opponent, Keera, who was already standing in
the middle of the arena. She grinned from ear to ear, revealing white teeth, and
Ishar shuddered. But orders were orders, and she had no choice but to walk onto the
arena, Furball in her arms.\n\n"I'm counting on you," thought Ishar, and she felt
Furball gave a mental affirmation, which gave her courage."What are you thinking
of, little doll?"\n\nThe voice came from behind, almost in Ishar's ear. Ishar's
heart leaped, and Furball rapidly transformed.\n\nWatching on the sidelines, Ata
whistled. The fact that Ishar and Furball were inseparable was inconvenient for
him, but he had to admit that Furball could be counted on when it
mattered.Meanwhile, Furball had transformed into a huge humanoid creature, twice
the height of a normal man, and was chasing Keera around the arena. Keera laughed
as she ran, her demeanor so unconcerned they might have been playing tag.\n\nPaine,
though, was getting impatient.\n\n"Magic! Where's your magic? This is a magic
lesson, not a game!"\n\nIshar hurriedly drew an enchantment, and tiny magical
mushrooms began to form in her hand."Which one am I? Guess!"\n\nKeera grinned
again, and suddenly there were three of her, each one corporeal and looking
completely real. Furball stopped in its tracks, confused, and Ishar was no less
so.\n\n"What did I say? Focus," laughed Keera, and she leaped as though she had no
weight, landing lightly before Ishar. Ishar stared blankly into her opponent's dark
red eyes, and felt sharp nails close around her throat - then stop.Keera frowned,
then quickly took a sidestep as Furball filled the space where she was an instant
ago. This was not the first time that this big ball of fur had interrupted her, and
she was getting angry.\n\nKill.\n\nThe very thought seemed to take physical form
around Keera. She grinned even wider, and the smell of blood began to permeate the
air.\n\nThen - nothing. The red faded from Keera's eyes, replaced with calm and
gentle blue, and murder was no longer in the air.Ishar did not know exactly what
had happened, but she breathed a sigh of relief nonetheless. She picked up Furball,
now back to its usual form, and walked towards Mr. Paine, knowing that a
browbeating awaited her. She could only hope that Chancellor Sephera would come
soon.\n\nThe study of magic has been harder than she imagined.
742CD8CF6702CFE9_## = Volkath immersed himself in red hot lava as a mortal man
would immerse himself in a hot bath, allowing the dark energies within to seep into
his blood.\nVolkath's rebellion against the gods ended with his triumph over Edras.
Facing the full wrath of Veda, however, he was forced to flee with his companions
into the rifts of the earth, into the underground depths known as the Abyss.\nThe
Abyss was a harsh and unforgiving place, even for those who had begun to wield the
power of darkness. Many died, many tried to flee back to the surface, but many more
stayed under Volkath's leadership, using the knowledge they had gained from Veda to
alter their own bloodlines, in order to adapt to the environment of the
Abyss.Volkath was one of the pioneers in such research, performing many experiments
upon himself. He was joined by Veera and Kahlii in his research, but he and Maloch
were the only two who successfully altered themselves by "overdosing" themselves
with dark energy. Maloch's natural strength and constitution seemed to have given
him an advantage, for he took to the demonic transformation faster and more
completely than Volkath. The two of them regularly engaged in sparring sessions, in
order to better understand the benefits of transformation.\nSparks flew as metal
clanged against metal. Maloch's weapon was a massive cleaver half his height,
forged in the lava of the Abyss and its blade glowed crimson, and the combination
of its weight and sharpness could easily cleave a horse in half with a single
swing.\nPhysically inferior, Volkath did not use the longsword which has his
favored weapon, but instead had an even greater cleaver made, almost as tall as
himself, with an even broader blade than Maloch's. Volkath sought to make his
weapon longer, bigger and heavier than Maloch's, for it took a monster to fight a
monster."That wasn't my all," said Maloch as Volkath blocked his blow.\n"Then give
it. The new blade will hold," answered Volkath, wielding his great blade with the
swiftness and grace of a rapier.\nThe Archon's form was perfect in mind and body,
yet perfection was its greatest flaw, for it meant that they would always be
limited by its confines. Volkath's alterations eschewed perfection in the pursuit
of excess, granting him demonic strength and constitution.\nStill, as far as raw
power was concerned, Maloch had even more of it, and his cleaver tore through the
air towards Volkath. Once again metal clanged against metal, Volkath using both
hands, leveraging the greater weight of his weapon to turn aside the
attack.Comfortable in the knowledge that Volkath can block his attacks, Maloch put
his left hand - left claw - in action. This was why Maloch had chosen a smaller
weapon than Volkath, despite his greater strength and power; he wielded his cleaver
in one hand, but it was his other demonic claw that was the true threat.\n"I have a
claw like that too."\nVolkath wielded his cleaver with both hands, but a shadow
appeared behind him. Two crimson claws looked like they were on a collision course,
then Maloch's claw passed through Volkath's shadowy claw and caught Volkath flush
on the chest.\nAt that same instant Volkath's claw penetrated Maloch's chest. It
did not draw blood, but Maloch felt himself tremble instinctively, and he knew that
Volkath had his soul in his hands.\nVolkath's cleaver stopped, less than an inch
from Maloch's neck. The battle was over."Just a little trick that I came up with."
Volkath drew back his blade and scanned the audience that had gathered, watching
them with wonder. Only then did Maloch give a start, as though he had been woken up
from a slumber.\n"My neck can take it," he said. His enhancements had made his skin
tougher than rock.\nVolkath patted Maloch's pack. "I'm sure it can," he said. "Save
your strength for our true enemies."\nMaloch was silent for a while. When he opened
his mouth again, he said, "That blade, it's not right for you."\n"Indeed," nodded
Volkath. "I prefer the longsword. But I've made some discoveries lately. This blade
needs something else to unleash its true power."\n"Is it good?"\n"Absolutely. It
will allow us to crush all who dare to oppose us."
7462DA0F2D7D382C_## = Can often be found talking to the Soul Lamp.
746C2FCE388D601D_## = 1 Jul
747D20D26788B4F5_## = Annette
749EC251A891CA95_## = Kingdom of Okka
74C5DFCD0AFF20F0_## = Krizzix
74ECDEE4C39424BA_## = Seeking freedom
7503B23B6DC74C4B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
752AB505B927A38B_## = 20 Nov
752D96E5CE56E88D_## = Nerov, darting in and out of the battle like a phantom,
signaled Taara to launch her attack.On the other side, the Golden Wings still flew
proudly, but the Okka lines had suffered badly from the Blood Knights' charge.
Seeing his men in disarray and the Blood Knights quickly coming around, Arthur led
his guards to meet the foe head-on to break the enemy charge and give his comrades
a chance to regroup.Arthur's gambit worked. Though beaten, the Okka forces were
able to retreat in some semblance of order and avoid a rout.But it was a dear price
they paid, when Nakroth's spear broke Arthur's cuirass and pierced the prince's
chest.Arthur fell to the ground, blood gushing from his chest. As his consciousness
faded he thought he saw a flower - a rose, blooming amongst flames...."Did you
really think you were gonna do this on your own, D'Arcy?"Watching wailing wraiths
hit the golden barrier and disappear into a black fog, D'Arcy had to admire the
progress that his old friend made in the pursuit of magic."Another rat from the
south?" Veera frowned. There was something about this insolent mage that unsettled
her, and she could not quite put a finger on it.The party-crasher laughed. "Sorry I
missed the appetizer, but it looks like I made it just in time for the main
course.""Don't underestimate her, Dirak," warned D'Arcy."Underestimate? Never."
High Speaker Dirak said. "Help those two kids take care of that lady, then come
back and help me take down this hag."Murad and Yena were fighting Mina, while
D'Arcy tied down Veera with his dimensional magic. But Veera's guile and power were
far beyond what D'Arcy imagined, and he might have fallen to the wraiths if not for
Dirak's timely intervention.Seeing that Murad and Yena were holding their own
against Mina, D'Arcy did not go over to them as Dirak had told him to. Instead, he
stood side by side with Dirak against Veera. He would never allow his old friend to
face the ancient demon alone, and he knew Dirak too well to be fooled by the show
of nonchalance that his friend put up.Even two against one, victory was far from
assured. Dirak did not intend to fight Veera - he intended to scare her away.And it
worked. After a short stand-off, Veera took Mina and left.The remaining four
breathed a sigh of relief, especially Murad. Though he did not show it, every time
his blade struck Mina's scythe it had felt like it struck his own flesh.Then a ray
of light appeared in the heavens, piercing the dark clouds at a dark shadow that
had appeared in the skies."What in the -" Murad began.D'Arcy sighed. "It's Volkath.
He's back."...On the ancient battlefield of Sunfall Valley, the Blood Knights ran
into a new host of cavalry coming from the south. They wore scarlet armor and
carried the banner of a flaming rose, and the captain who rode at their helm wore
no helmet, allowing her crimson hair to fly in the wind like her banner.Arthur's
eyes did not deceive him. He really did see a flaming rose.The Casanova Order of
the Kingdom of Norman had arrived, led by the Duke of Rose, the future queen of
Norman - Astrid, heir to the Red Dragon. The Wyrmblood breed that they rode were
smaller than Shor horses, but the blood of ancient dragons flowed in their veins,
and they were fast and fearless. The riders on them were also of dragon blood, and
when they rode as one they were like a great dragon, sweeping aside all
opposition.Not even the Casanova knights could stop the Blood Knights, but even as
they gave way to the terrifying oncoming charge, the Norman infantry advanced to
close the gap. With less than a hundred yards between themselves and the infantry,
Nakroth had neither the room to regroup and recharge, nor the room to break away
and avoid being caught.Plus, the Norman infantry brought something extra to the
fight.Five arcane cannons lined up, commanded by mages specializing in the five
magical elements - wind, lightning, water, fire and earth. The mages filled the
Andura Stones at the rear of the guns with magical energy, and magical circuits
crafted by expert mages guided the elemental energies into the barrels.Five shots
of pure magical energy shattered the Blood Knights ranks, and turned their red and
black banner into cinder. The tactics championed by Thane, King of Norman, proved
their worth once more against the greatest cavalry commander of all time,
Nakroth.Astrid did not turn back to glance at the rear. She had no need to, for she
knew that those who do not change with the times were destined to be left behind,
in politics or in war. She rode forward, and saw a saber and a warhammer.The one
who wielded the saber turned traitor, luring one who was dear to her into an enemy
trap, for one who wielded the warhammer to deal the killing blow.Astrid felt her
blood boil, and she leaped off her horse, clasping Embertrail tightly with two
hands."Arduin! Taara! I come for you!"Then a ray of light appeared in the heavens,
piercing the dark clouds at a dark shadow that had appeared in the skies....In the
sky, Tulen and Maloch's battle were heading towards a conclusion.Tulen's robes were
tattered, and golden blood leaked from his right arm which hung limp at his
side.Opposite him, Maloch did not fare much better. Already nursing an injury, he
was fighting without regard for his own life and safety.
75318B77297D450A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
753870B26495563D_## = During Sephera's first encounter with Keera, she vowed to
take good care of this ill-fated young lady. Thanks to Sephera's effort, a reserved
Keera finally opened her heart to others, and Sephera is the only person she will
listen to.
75515B05CC5B299A_## = "It may hurt a little while your body gets used to the power
of darkness. This is normal. Deal with it...eels get used to skinning, after all. A
small price to pay for ultimate power, isn't it? Hehehehe..."\nLying atop the
altar, Nakroth kept his eyes closed and ignored Mganga, who gleefully prepared the
ritual, overjoyed at the prospect of working with such a fine specimen.\nWhen
Nakroth opened his eyes again, he felt stronger than he ever had been, filled with
a power he never imagined before this day.\nIf only he had this power at his
disposal that day...\n"Well, well, well." Eerie laughter interrupted Nakroth's
thoughts. Mganga had come around before him with an expression of satisfaction
mixed with envy. "I must say, you really were an excellent specimen. It's not
everyday that a body takes so well to the power of darkness. But the proof of the
pudding is in the eating, or so they say."\nMganga pointed at the weapons rack on
the wall, and from the darkness a burly figure emerged. Short spears, dual wielded
- Nakroth observed his opponent, contemplating how to deal with him.\n\n"This
little twig is the opponent Veera found for me?" Zephys sneered. "So...human. The
darkness has hardly set in. And Veera thinks he's supposed to give me a
fight?"\nNakroth furrowed his brow. This is a noisy one. He perused the weapons
rack and found what he wanted - two short swords, barely longer than daggers, but
perfectly balanced, useful in both attack and defense.\n"What's going on? Too
scared to talk? Tell you what, you go on your knees and beg me to spare you now,
and you'll only be in the injury ward for three days..."\nSo much talk. So much
noise.\nNakroth turned, and leaped.In an instant Nakroth traversed the distance of
ten paces, his strength and speed enhanced by Mganga's modifications. Zephys was
caught completely off guard - Nakroth had not even said a single word.\nStill, the
attack was simple, nothing that Zephys could not deal with. With a flick of his
wrists Zephys blocked the incoming shortsword with his left spear, counterattacking
with his right spear to take advantage of Nakroth's opening.Zephys realized his
error almost instantly. He had forgotten that Nakroth, too, was wielding two
weapons. And even as Zephys' right spear thrust forward, the other shortsword came
forward from underneath. From the sidelines Mganga saw clearly how Nakroth had used
his body to conceal the second shortsword, using the rebound from Zephys' block to
spin around and exploit Zephys' attempted counterattack.Zephys stomped with his
forward foot and leaped, avoiding the full brunt of Nakroth's attack. Even so, the
shortsword hit him hard in the abdomen, and only his thick armor helped him avoid
evisceration. As it was, he still felt the force of the impact, no less painful
than being hit with a hammer in the stomach.\nHaving landed the first blow, Nakroth
did not relent, and his two shortswords followed Zephys without even allowing him
to land."Bastard!" In mid-air Zephys spun, and suddenly Nakroth faced a wall of
spear points. Surprised by the speed of his foe's response, Nakroth barely managed
to stop his momentum, but in doing so unavoidably lost his balance.\nNow the
balance had shifted. Zephys landed on his feet and unleashed a flurry of attacks,
even more furious than just now.\nAll this occurred in the space of a few
seconds.At this point Zephys was long past underestimating Nakroth, recognizing
this was a foe that demanded his full respect.\nZephys' spears hit hard and fast,
but Nakroth's shortswords were swift and agile, parrying every thrust that came his
way, seemingly unbothered by the lack of reach. The incredible flexibility and
creativity of his movements were apparent even to Mganga, whose knowledge of
martial art were quite limited - he anticipated Zephys's every move, yet was never
so committed that he could not change his plans on a dime, reacting to whatever
Zephys did. It was a chess game in which Nakroth was always one step ahead, seeing
with incredible clarity what Zephys would do next.Mganga would applaud, though he
knew Zephys would bear a grudge if he did. Not that Zephys was in any position to
think about grudges right now, for Nakroth's shortsword had come again from below,
sending him flying again.\nA red aura surrounded the silver blade, and Nakroth
moved in for the kill like a predator who smelled blood. This time he would not be
denied.But Zephys was not a lord of Lokheim for nothing. If Nakroth would bring
battle to him, he had an answer too. And mid-air was exactly where he wanted to be.
He focused his power into his spear points and prepared to meet Nakroth's attack
with the decisive strike -\n\nAnd then the duel was brought to an abrupt halt, by
the massive crimson figure that landed between the two. Zephys and Nakroth would be
giants among men, but the newcomer dwarfed them both.\n"Good. You passed." Maloch's
deep, rumbling voice made the arena tremble, and he looked down at Nakroth, who sat
stunned upon the ground. "From now on, you fight for me."
75866DB18A5B46CA_## = 20 May
75BF8F116EA7DC9B_## = Dimensional Mage
75D2BC9B0BA88E46_## = Sometimes hopes for death from the "other" Errol.
75DE313234C9FCD2_## = Unknown
75E115995FE27938_## = In his long exile Eland'orr briefly joined the forces of the
forest against the Lokheim threat. There he met Krixi, and the two of them became
good friends.
75E3DABEFEF20EAB_## = "Water, the source of all life."\n\nLike a blue ribbon, the
Losarth River gentry wraps around Carano, giving life to this border city. In the
middle of the river stands a great statue of the legendary mage Sephera, founder of
the Magister Council, Archmagister of the Academy, and the one who single-handedly
created the Miracle of Losarth.\n\nSephera's first taste of magic came from her
family's mage retainer.\n\nMany nobles kept a mage retainer, whom they sponsored
and supported in exchange for the protection of the family and its lands. Not only
is the mage responsible for dealing with any issues having to do with the arcane or
unnatural: the strength of a family's mage retainer also reflects the power and
prestige of the family itself.\n\nChildren who show a talent for magic are often
sent to study with mages, perhaps even taking on their master's mantle once they
complete their studies, becoming their family's new guardian. Among these already
talented individuals, Sephera stood out.\n\nFrom a very young age she had an innate
grasp of the arcane, soon surpassing her mentor. She was also a devout follower of
the Temple, often taking part in the Temple's religious and charitable activities,
and would have joined the Temple, were it not for her duty to her own
family.\n\nThe uninitiated may find Sephera's dual roles as an apprentice mage and
a devout believer to be in conflict, but as told by the Scunthor, the First Mage,
the first magic came from the gods and was taught to humans by the demi-gods in the
Primal Era, thus becoming the mortal expression of the immortal divine, which
humans have been permitted to wield. \n\nAnd so the Temple welcomed Sephera with
open arms. Having suffered greatly during the First Invasion, the Temple was eager
to attract believers, especially one as powerful as Sephera. Yet the renaissance of
the Temple inevitably came into conflict with the interests of the noble class, as
well as the mages who served them. Sephera was caught between the two, mage's staff
in one hand, the Temple's teaching in the other.\n\nThis delicate balance was
broken by the War of Purification. Far too many mages had been allowed to conduct
inhumane experiments in dark magic for far too long in the name of knowledge. Their
exposure by the Temple turned public opinion against dark magic. Already a well-
known mage, Sephera joined the war with illustrious allies such as Dirak and
Dolsey, leading the vanguard in the crusade against dark magic.\n\nAs the war raged
on, however, more and more factions were caught in the fray. With many of the old
nobles mired in the war due to their connection with dark mages, younger houses
emerged and tried to take advantage, escalating the war for their own ends. At the
frontlines, Sephera felt matters spinning out of control and tried to be a voice of
reason, but before she could come up with a plan, she found her comrade Dolsey
caught in the middle of the conflict.\n\nTo help Dolsey and other innocent mages,
and to bring the movement back in line with its original aim, Sephera leveraged her
family's influence and tried to seek help from the Temple. But too many within the
Temple had too much at stake in this war – aligned with the new houses, they had
too much to gain from the fall of the old nobles and the mages. They could not stop
now.\n\n"Why does the light I believe in relegate me to the shadows?" In the face
of the Temple's indifference, Sephera asked herself. She began to understand why
Dirak and Dolsey were so wary of her faith, despite being of one mind with her on
so many other things.\n\nBut Sephera is a mage. When justice is absent, she turns
to magic. With Dirak and her other comrades, Sephera saved the lives of many
innocent mages. A movement that began as an opposition to dark magic now found
itself in conflict with the new houses as well.\n\nEventually, Sephera and her
allies had to flee to the border regions, where the power of the nobles could not
touch them. Many mages joined them, either out of a sense of duty or just pure
necessity. This was what became the Magister Council, founded at Carano.\n\nThe
Council transformed the backwater town of Carano, building great towers that scrape
the sky, calling to all the mages who previously had to fight their own battles to
join forces and defend their way of life. And for hundreds of years since, its
founder and leader Sephera has defended this new city, just as the river she
created does.\n"Those blessed with great power are obliged to protect those without
it."
75EEA96FB59753DA_## = Helios
762BF29CB7BBFA65_## = One of the oldest members of Veda, Ilumia received her
instruction directly from Archmage Edras.\nA fervent believer in the Pact of Light,
she swore vendetta upon the dark forces of Lokheim. Unlike her master, however,
Ilumia is a consummate politician, and over the years she has completely stamped
out any dissent among the Veda hierarchy. Meanwhile, recognizing the potential of
the human race, she allowed them to develop in relative freedom, lording over them
as spiritual leader, rather than controlling tyrant.\nThese measures have served to
strengthen her hold over Veda, and convinced Afata and the human nations to stand
alongside Veda against Lokheim.\nTo maintain the world of order after the gods
retreated from the world, Ilumia took up the mantle of a god, styling herself as
the Goddess of Light, the one true god of the world, and her rule is law.\n\nToday,
Ilumia lives secluded in her sanctuary at the peak of Mt. Orphean, rarely deigning
to see visitors. Whether she is seeking a miracle, trying to reestablish contact
with the old gods, or looking for a way to truly ascend to divinity, no one knows.
76382A4AFAD81C33_## = Academy founded by the Magister's Council for the purpose of
training a new generation of mages.
76427CB28E904E30_## = Magic has its own mind and soul.
76CD404878AE73C9_## = Angered by Veera's mock flirting.
76DAA12978CEAA08_## = The Demon Hunter
76DD70FC04BE5B5B_## = Death's Embrace
770139878D97CE3D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
770B8574B3C2B4BD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
77147A210CB826C7_## = Inferno Whisper
772B86E4642D9CE9_## = Strongly dislikes physical contact, especially with men.
7739A5E4321412EB_## = Northeast of the Free Federation, Makensol Town.\n\nThis is a
small town with almost no residents. A group of dark mages were walking in a somber
street. Their leaders were one tall mage and one short mage, they were exchanging
words with a soft tone.\n\n"I don't feel good leaving Keera alone at home for too
long," Cohen said with a frown. Their operations had been discovered by the Free
Federation government. They were gathering resources from the marketplace nearby,
getting prepared to bring along Keera to the south of Norman.\n\n"Annabelle, what
did you say to her before leaving?"\n\nThe dark mage named Annabelle let out a
weird, piercing laugh. She raised her head. Under the hat was an extremely ugly and
distorted face, as if it coalesced from mashed meat, the result of a failed dark
magic experiment in her early years.\n\n"Merlin and I lied to her that her mother
would be resurrected by bringing 21 mortals to carry out the sacrificial ritual.
Little did I know that she actually brought 21 of them to the cellar and none of
them have managed to escape yet."\n\n"I'm all curious about what kind of monster
she will be creating..."\n\n"Isn't it somehow exhilarating?" Annabelle winked to
Cohen.\n\n"...Stay away from me," Cohen said with a deep breath. They may have been
around one another for a few decades, but Cohen was unable to withstand the look on
Annabelle's face.\n\nAnnabelle let out a creepy, piercing laugh while curling her
hair.\n\n"Poor kid, all she wanted is to reunite with her mother."\n\nJust then,
the group of people entered a broken hut. A strong stench of blood came from the
basement.\n\nDim lights from the candles revealed a complex blood inscription. The
blood inscription was letting out red, eerie rays. An emaciated young girl was
sitting in the middle of the drawing, her hair was soaking in a pool of blood.
Beside her was a mound of indescribable object. It looked like amassed rotten meat
with a horrible stench. Dark intestines and organs were wrapped around the meat,
squirming softly.\n\n"...What on earth is happening?" Even Cohen who had witnessed
almost everything was astonished by the scene.\n\nThe young girl raised her head.
Such a pretty little girl, looking like a well-sculptured doll with hollow
eyes.\n\n"Mummy!"\n\nKeera answered with a crisp voice.\n\n"...So you spent the
entire week with your 'mummy'"?\n\nKeera nodded. She was curious, "It's just that,
she doesn't want talk to me. What did I possibly do wrong?"\n\nCohen was in
distress. He let out a sigh.\n\n"Listen, we should get going now."\n\n"No! Keera
shouted, "I want to be with mummy!"\n\n"She's not your mother," Cohen was out of
patience, all he wanted was to leave this place.\n\n"It was all Annabelle's
deception... This is not your mother. Good Lord, it is just a mound of rotten
flesh."\n\n"Not my...mummy?" Keera was confused.\n\nAnnabelle whistled while
watching with excitement.\n\n"Aren't you a little sweetheart? Cohen's decision was
a wise one when he decided to raise you..."\n\n"...Shut it." Cohen stared fiercely
at Annabelle. He knew Keera too well, they were all in a sticky situation.\n\n"Lady
Annabelle... Did you lie to me?" The little girl crooked her head, her eyes
wide.\n\nAnnabelle shrugged.\n\n"Welcome to the real world."\n\n"Liar, liar, all of
you, liars! I want my mummy back!" Keera screamed. Dark purple mist exuded from her
body, covering up the entire basement.\n\n"Come on, it's just a little joke,"
Annabelle frowned. At the next second, she was sealed tightly to the ground, unable
to move.\n\n"Not good, how did she learn that, run..." Annabelle was decapitated
into slices of flesh by the sharp mist blades. Her flesh was all over the
ground.\n\nCohen and the group of dark mages behind him were horrified. After all,
they were just a bunch of unskilled dark mages. Never did they know what lay within
the little girl was such a gruesome power. However, it was all too late for them—
one by one they went down, executed by the countless blades, just like
Annabelle.\n\nThey did not even manage to let out a scream.\n\nKeera sat in the
room filled with blood, her pale little face was stained red.\n\nShe covered her
face, crying hopelessly.\n\n"Mummy..."\n\n-THE END-
773C7A98293246B1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
774644B7E4B697A0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
776E39145865E279_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
77A3B917BCEB3491_## = He would not wait for support from the Council or the Kingdom
of Norman, but would immediately head north following in its trail, while leaving
his magic mark for the other mages to trace.Beneath Sephera's calm exterior she was
anxious and uneasy. D'Arcy's letter spoke of a power beyond mortal imagination, one
who was perhaps a match for Ilumia herself. It was every mage's dream to challenge
the gods with the power of magic, and among them D'Arcy was undoubtedly the most
likely to succeed, but it was too early.In the faint light of the magic lamp,
Sephera touched her temples with her fingers, trying to ease her worries in vain.
Of the two people who were most important to her, one was headed to battle, and the
other may already be in it."Please, Dirak...bring D'Arcy back."The Elborne Woods,
near the heart of the World Tree."When the darkness covers the sky,\nwhen the Abyss
engulfs the earth;\nShe will answer the call of the World Tree,\nshe will wake from
her slumber."Carrying her bow crafted from a branch of the World Tree, Tel'Annas
stood on the back of her great eagle, as her people sang their song of praise to
her. The winds of Mt. Orphean had brought world from Veda, and the recently-
awakened queen of the elves heard of the return of her ancient foe, the old wound
of darkness on her left hand still not faded.Personally, she had no liking for
Ilumia and her pompous, pretentious ways. But she also knew that Ilumia was not one
to jest, and whether it was out of a sense of duty or just out of the need to
settle an ancient grudge, she could not ignore the news of Volkath's return. And so
she answered Ilumia's call, knowing full well that Veda's self-styled 'Goddess' had
ulterior motives.The forests were restless. The elves sang as their queen went to
war, and every bird and beast in the forest stopped their frolicking to watch her
pass from the branches, among the trees and in the rivers.There was no time to
muster the elven armies. Tel'Annas' retinue consisted of herself, her truty eagle
mount, and her loyal guard Zill. Zill and his thirty-foot wide wings would take her
to the site of the ancient battle before night fell, while Zill would ensure that
the journey was without interruption.The whispers of the World Tree told her that
Y'bneth and Baldum had already left with the Verno vanguard, heading towards
Sunfall Valley valley. They may sound the horn of war before her.For her part,
Tel'Annas was not concerned about starting the war. She only needed to be the one
to end it."I killed you once, Volkath. I can kill you again."
77B5DD81E617603F_## = The setting sun paints the desert with a crimson shade.
77B66CD924803E36_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
77CB0A1FCEC5E185_## = Rouie's origins have always been shrouded in mystery.\n\nThe
most commonly told version of the story tells that she was formed from the abundant
energy that exists at the foot of Mt. Orphean.\n\nWhen the confused girl opened her
eyes, standing before her was the emotionless face of Ilumia, the queen of
Veda.\n\n"Rouie. Your name is Rouie."\n\nIlumia took Rouie back to Cloud Palace,
where she became the youngest priestess.\n\nThe arrogant gods were most displeased
that a girl who knew nothing of this world would be granted such status. She could
not even speak.\n\n"This is no place for children," remarked Tulen in his scathing
assessment.\n\nRouie did not want people to hate her, so she did her utmost to
learn everything she could about Athanor.\n\nIlumia sent her to Xeniel, who
revealed her innate gift for dimensional magic.\n\nXeniel once exclaimed: "She was
born with more talent than most will acquire throughout their entire
lives."\n\nRouie soon began to follow the others into battle, but repeated mistakes
resulted in her sending her teammates strange places.\n\nRouie was most dismayed at
this. Xeniel had told her that communication and understanding between teammates
are more important than all else, but this worried her;\n\nshe was terrified of
communicating with people.\n\nThis made her take an unusual approach: She wrote
down her teammates' battle tactics and techniques in a notebook, and would imitate
them every day. In actual combat, she would imagine everyone was pumpkins and
potatoes. This made everything easier.\n\nRouie gradually made fewer and fewer
mistakes, and people took notice of her bravery and talent.\n\n\nShe increasingly
came to resemble an Athanorian. She still does not like to make eye contact,\n\nbut
this is not a problem; she has her own little world: infinitely folded space is
like a jigsaw puzzle to her. Here, she is the absolute master. She controls
everything.
77D42403D440766C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
77DB2557D128F7CA_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
77DC33109EE090AC_## = Chapter 15
77EB437484336E4C_## = Secretly mixes blood in his paint. Some of his paintings have
made it to Florentino's bedroom.
77F6ED5755C8CC8F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete
a kill</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero.
78456D6C5BF9B495_## = Legendary mage, defender of the Great Wall
78834F86D6054E9D_## = One of the legions of Lokheim, consisting primarily of the
Corrupted under Veera's command.
788EF65D750FA8D8_## = Alice
78A50FF80854244B_## = Absorbing Shadow Worms that have drunk blood
78CA63E3E2772525_## = Moren
78CAD06F2151D1CC_## = No one knows where Richter came from, for he was found feral
in the forest, and his earliest memories are of the wilderness. The Demon Hunters
that found him were impressed by his heightened senses and adaptability, and
brought him back to be subject to the transformative process of black magic,
signature of their order.\nShowing great affinity for black magic, Richter soon
rose in the ranks of the first-generation Demon Hunters, ushering in a golden era
for the order. But as the crusade against black magic began, the Demon Hunters'
operations were suspended and Richter was removed from his position in the
army.\nOnce things quieted down, the Demon Hunters were assigned to the Great Wall
in the south, and Richter followed. It was there that he was ordered to arrest
Errol for murder, and he chased Errol to a sheer cliff in the Norman Forest, where
he saw Errol fell from the precipice to a drop that the young man could not
possibly survive.\nRichter is now a free mercenary, though he maintains close ties
with his contacts in the army, and has been called on to help defend the Great Wall
more than once.
78CFE51EC0FE7707_## = Influence of dimensional magic
78E9D62631B5B70B_## = Essence derived from blood
78FEA170744D61E4_## = Yorn Biography
78FF99A97CBB3F1B_## = Holff
790DD1B1BC24A08A_## = Errol was a murderer.\n\nAt least, that was what all the
evidence pointed to. And he went missing the night the victim died a sudden
death.\n\nKilling a comrade and going on the run. How could a young man so meek and
gentle have committed a deed so foul?\n\nEven if he was a Demon Hunter?\n\nSeveral
years ago, Errol and his brother Kent passed the Arcane Ordeals – Kent for the
promised reward which would enable Errol to lead a better life, and Errol for the
chance to remain with his brother, who was everything in the life of this timid
child. And so he endured with surprising determination until the Ordeals came to an
end. "This child's soul is far stronger than his body," wrote the mage overseeing
the ritual.\n\nAnd then Kent died, in front of Errol's very own eyes. When the
Abyss monster's claws swiped at Errol, the older brother did his duty and put
himself in the monster's way. Kent's magically-enhanced body was far tougher than
the average man, but it was not invulnerable. With his own eyes Errol witnessed the
vile claw tear his brother to shreds.\n\nAlways an introverted child, Errol became
more isolated than ever after his brother's death. The brothers' comrades picked up
Kent's responsibility and took good care of Errol, and General Edmond of the
Southern Legion treated him like his own son. Despite the counsel of those around
him, however, Edmond could never let it go. He could not help but feel that he was
responsible for Kent's death.\nThis was more than survivor's guilt – it was an
instinct that came from his very soul. Every night when it was quiet and he was
alone, he would hear a voice in his head, saying,\n\n"Go! Leave this place, or you
will be the death of all of them, and yourself as well…"\n\nTried as Errol did to
hide his head in his blanket and ignore the voice, all it did was make the voice
louder and clearer. Errol soon realized that the voice was a familiar one – more
than familiar, in fact, for it was his own. \n\nErrol kept the secret to himself.
The only person that he truly trusted had left this world. And one day Errol
himself would as well, passing into the world beyond where he would see his brother
again. If anything, he was eager for that day to come quickly.\n\nAnd so Errol
stopped hiding from the world and stopped crying. In battle, the shy and timid boy
was nowhere to be found; Errol began to fight with a passion and fury that bordered
on madness, soon earning him the moniker "Errol the Crazy".\n\nIn his manic fury,
Errol showed little regard for rules or safety, often putting not just himself but
his comrades in danger as well. And so Errol's mentor Edmond acted before Errol
destroyed himself, putting him in solitary confinement in the hope that the time
off would allow him to clear his mind and come to his senses.\nEdmond could not
have known the torture this was to Errol. The voice tormented Errol in his
confinement night and day. Indeed, one of the reasons Errol fought so hard was
simply so that he could go to bed so tired that he would immediately fall
asleep.\n\nErrol did not blame Edmond. He knew Edmond did this to protect him and
his comrades, and he was not blind to the kindness that the general had shown him
since Kent's death. It was one of the few things that Errol had left to hold on to
– until he was released from confinement and received the crushing news that Edmond
had passed away due to illness from overwork.\n\nErrol went out of the camp to cry,
only to be met with several soldiers that did not know him on his way back. The
soldiers laughed at and ridiculed the scrawny kid with swollen eyes and tear marks
on his cheeks all the way back, until they saw him walk into the Demon Hunters'
camp. No one in the Southern Legion was stupid enough to pick a fight with the
Demon Hunters.\n\nFor his part, Errol did not respond to the soldiers' words. He
bowed his head and wallowed in his own sorrow. During his confinement he had
resolved to tell the old general everything and bring closure to this plight. Now
he had only the voice in his head to talk to when night fell.\n\n"YOU killed him.
And you will kill even more."\n\n"Why? Why did this happen? Am I cursed?" Errol
pressed his trembling hands against his face.\n\n"We carry something…something
darker than darkness, more terrifying than terror. As long as it exists, it will
continue to consume all life around us."\n\n"Wait, did you just say…we? Who on
earth are you?"\n\n"Me? I'm you, and you're me!" The voice broke into a manic
laughter.\n\n"How do I break this curse? Tell me!"\n\n"Easy. They'll live if you
die."\n\nErrol felt himself dozing off and suddenly found his right hand around his
own neck in an iron grip. "What…what are you…" he lost consciousness before he
could form the question. At that instant, his eyes opened wide, and they were
crimson, savage.\n\nOne Errol fell asleep. Another Errol awoke.\nThat night, the
soldiers that had laughed at Errol were found dead in their tents, with wounds that
could only have been the work of a Dark Mage or Demon Hunter. The Demon Hunters had
no choice but to send a force led by Richter to pursue and capture Errol to face
trial for his crimes.\n\nThe pursuers returned with the report that Errol resisted
arrest and fell off a cliff in the fierce battle that followed. From the height of
the cliff, there was virtually no chance that Errol could have survived. What they
did not reveal were the changes that had occurred with Errol in both body and mind.
The Demon Hunters would rather give their lives for the cause than to wait for the
summons of death in a sunless prison cell.\n\nAs the war in the south raged on,
this little incident was quickly forgotten. The name Errol would not resurface in
Athanor until centuries later, when the Ghostwalker Hayate found an unconscious and
badly-injured young man in a valley. The first words Errol spoke when he awoke
were,\n\n"I am I!\n\nI am still I!"
795805FD35F80782_## = Let's be friends!
7967F5CE903C1C7E_## = One of the two great rivers of north Athanor, the Elda River
is formed from the snow waters of Mt. Orphean.
7979C6E9807A1B12_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7998E19A71276470_## = Fear no darkness, for I shall light your path.
7999E75657F7DA79_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
79AA466FF7038A0D_## = Heroines should rob the rich!
79AF9280DE2DE28F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
79D68C81FA273D5C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
79E98ABE58300572_## = After his brother's death, Errol began to hear strange voices
at night when he was alone. Little did he know that the voice belonged to Volkath,
Lord of Darkness, and in time his soul began to bond with Volkath, creating a
separate personality.
79F698A03659E8E6_## = Preyta
7A3C228481708797_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7A518CDDAFFEA318_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7A685E743F89D5B5_## = Rouie Biography
7AA66C8974EBA0E7_## = Dagon Forest
7AB870C74C3C3A5E_## = Kriknak Biography
7AC26067BE728BB6_## = Employees of the Federation government.
7AE38192320B5AA7_## = After bidding farewell to her verdant homeland where she had
slumbered for a millennium, the newly awakened Elven Queen Tel'Annas shone like the
morning star.\n\nAs one of the valiant warriors who resisted the first invasion by
the dark forces, the legend of Tel'Annas and her unrivaled archery skills became
the subject of numerous songs and poems throughout the centuries. Renowned for her
remarkable deeds in the decisive final battle against the invading horde, it was
Tel'Annas who shot the lone arrow that mortally wounded the Lord of Darkness,
securing the survival of all living things that had lost the protection of the Gods
in this terrifying episode in history.\n\nHowever, Tel'Annas paid the ultimate
price when her body and mind were corrupted by the dark power unleashed by the Lord
of Darkness in his final moment. She was forced to seal herself and fall into a
deep sleep that would last a thousand years, until all of the dark power within her
was neutralized. For the entire duration of her slumber, Maloch, the successor of
the Lord of Darkness, tried to break the seal and take the dark power inside
Tel'Annas, but the seal was far stronger than he imagined.\n\nSeeing his
opportunity during the second invasion by the dark forces, Maloch ordered a
massacre of the Afata, forcing Tel'Annas to break the seal and return to the
battlefield. Her striking face bore not a trace of the thousand years that had
passed, and her mastery over her formidable power showed that she was fully capable
of manipulating the explosive dark power that coursed through her. Confronting the
army of demons, spirits and corrupted souls, Tel'Annas once again drew her bow to
defend the life and dignity of all living things.\n\n"The radiance of the morning
star will forever protect this land."
7AF1C4E218171968_## = Federation of the Free
7AFD5D70814E9F93_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7B0E236CE7F89400_## = The inheritance of magic is the civilization's most precious
treasure.
7B1325061767BF05_## = Infiltration
7B289153D4F3E663_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7B2911231400F92E_## = The Anointed One
7B50A90148F5FF08_## = Lokheim
7B7E56E38E979649_## = Is particularly protective of the simple-minded Maloch.
7B86693C38422063_## = Roxie and Agnie were a happy-go-lucky pair of adventure
seekers.\n\nRoxie came from a long line of historically-renowned explorers—some of
them were, in fact, the ones who dug up the mineral veins that brought riches and
prosperity to Mildar. The happy (and definitely a bit insane) family would have
been able to just settle down and enjoy a peaceful life of affluence, yet the
desire for adventure that ran in their veins would not allow them to do so.
Instead, they paid their most trusted friends a generous amount, enough to raise a
newborn all the way to adulthood, and entrusted them their offspring so that they
could continue seeking out grand new worlds without needing to lug around a whining
child.\n\nThat was how Roxie's grandfather grew up. It was how her father grew up.
Roxie herself, too, was no different. The only childhood memories she had of her
parents were letters that came every few months—as long as the intrepid couple
hadn't managed to trap themselves in some mysterious crypt or gotten too immersed
in exotic locations to remember to write to their only child.\n\nRoxie envied the
lifestyle of her parents to no end. She remembered little about either of them, but
their letters spoke of happiness and romance, and Roxie, being young and full of
imagination, was completely sold. "The day will come when I set off on an adventure
of my own and meet my Prince Charming," she would always say. Her days were well-
spent in detailed daydreams of her future travels, where she would journey to the
end of the world and unearth exciting relics and mystic treasures alongside some
dashing gentleman.\n\nUnfortunately, Roxie did not find her Prince Charming—life
throws curveballs like that. Instead, she found her travel companion in a
mischievous and infinitely annoying fire spirit named Agnie.\n\nA gift from Roxie's
parents to celebrate her coming of age, Agnie was energetic and loved pranks of all
kinds. With it came a treasure map Roxie's parents had lovingly drafted, marking
countless explored and unexplored treasure locations. On the birthday card were the
words: "Go on, search for everything you could ever want. We look forward to
meeting you somewhere along the way! Love, Mom and Dad".\n\nThis was clearly her
cue to set off on her first adventure! Roxie could hardly wait. She had her
backpack and her mining pick. She was ready for Roxie's Grand Adventure.\n\n"What
about me? You should call it 'Agnie and Roxie's Grand Adventure'," the fire spirit
complained, poking its head out of the backpack.\n\n"Who cares about you? I don't
even need you."\n\n"Bet you won't be able to even read the map without me,
dummy!"\n\nRoxie couldn't really argue with that. Agnie was right, for Roxie,
despite her aspirations to become the greatest explorer to have ever been born, was
hopeless with directions. She could barely tell which side of the map was up. That
was the true reason her parents had gifted Agnie to her—she would probably spend
days walking in circles otherwise.\n\nAfter bidding farewell to the kind, old man
Moren, the optimistic Max and the well-meaning, little spitfire Wisp, Roxie was
finally on her way. Agnie was a pain in the neck, but at least it was good
company.\n\n"But where, oh where is my Prince Charming?"
7B88B06AD8EF1857_## = 8 Apr
7B8F7F262EC7922C_## = Maloch
7BA4670D881E5E7F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7BC49555DC10B66B_## = 168cm
7BF7DC1F96B49EFF_## = Grakk Biography
7C01E711E82E6343_## = Violet
7C2E6099BE845F6D_## = "A true warrior defends the weak and punishes the
evil."\n\nZuka was born in a beautiful and prosperous village. It was a hive of
activity during the day, but quiet and tranquil during the night. It was a place
where people were sheltered from the hardship and misery of the world. However, the
one thing the inhabitants of this serene place valued above all else was martial
arts. Despite being a young cub, Zuka had to study all manner of combat styles and
ascend through the grades by passing the examinations set by his teacher. \n\nThe
young Zuka could not understand why he needed to do this. After all, why should he
spend so much time and effort learning martial arts that he would never need to
use? Surely it would be better to help work the fields or engage in scholarly
pursuits? In response to Zuka's question, the teacher responded, "It is not enough
to simply wish for peace, one must have the ability to defend peace!"\n\nThose
words left a deep impression on him. When the fallen souls that emerged from the
Demon Abyss spread plague and chaos across the land, the once peaceful village was
mercilessly engulfed in the flames of war. In an effort to flee, the young Zuka
embarked on a long journey with his family, crossing treacherous mountains as they
made their way to the legendary Forest of Shadows.\n\nZuka had heard about the
Forest of Shadows in the stories told by the older villagers. Not only was it home
to the legendary Elven Queen, Tel'Annas, but there were also countless elemental
and orc warriors. They were the Queen's valiant army, charged with defending the
land from evil.\n\nDuring the journey, Zuka witnessed all manner of depraved acts
perpetrated by the fallen souls. The martial arts that he had practiced for so many
years finally had a use. Wearing armor symbolizing his coming of age, and wielding
a staff he made with his own two hands, he fought countless battles against evil
and saved those who had suffered at their hands.\n\nTales of Zuka's heroic exploits
spread far and wide. From the noble and proud Temple of Light, to the Castle of
Inception, which has long been suspicious of animal races, all factions publicly
commended Zuka's heroism. Even Queen Tel'Annas herself prepared a lavish welcome
ceremony in his honor. Then, at the invitation of Earth Elemental Lumburr, Zuka
formally joined the resistance army, becoming a warrior with a duty to eradicate
evil and protect peace.\n\nNo matter where Zuka may be, he is an undisputed symbol
of peace!
7C3FD4711696505E_## = Klaus could no longer feel his goddess' connection in
prayer.As for Tulen, he had only one answer for Klaus: Fight!Tulen was proud and
haughty, but Klaus found his presence to be reassuring. There was no questioning
his commitment, nor was he the rogue that Klaus had feared, and was on the whole
agreeable with the army's plans.Tulen may be eager to fight, but war was a more
complex matter than simply throwing your hat into the ring."Are we not able to
advance?" Klaus asked Arthur at the war meeting."We might have a chance if we have
three, no, five times our current forces," answered Arthur.D'Arcy nodded quietly.
He was no soldier, but he had seen his share of battles, and he knew Arthur's
answer was not pessimism, simply a realistic assessment of the situation. If
anything, to challenge the massive demon host, led by the three greatest demon
lords, with 'just' five times their current forces, would under most circumstances
be considered foolhardy in the extreme."But our goal isn't to win the battle, is
it?" Murad spoke, and every eye in the room turned to him. "Isn't our goal to stop
them from completing their ritual? We don't need to win this battle, do we?""How
are we going to stop them without defeating the defenders?" Klaus asked."No, he's
right," said Arthur. "We don't need to win the battle. Focus all our voices on one
point, and cut a path through for an elite team to stop the ritual."Yena frowned.
"How many will die?""Even more will die, if we do not stop Volkath." D'Arcy's voice
was calm, matter-of-fact.Klaus quickly intervened before an argument could break
out. "That's the best plan we have, given the circumstances. Rest assured that no
faithful of the Holy Light will hesitate to give their lives for such a cause."Yena
remained silent and did not speak. Klaus then turned to Arthur. "I leave the troop
preparations to you, my lord. I shall speak with Lord Tulen about stopping the
ritual.""If Lord Tulen has reservations, I am happy to take on this task," said
D'Arcy. Klaus looked taken aback for an instant, but then he smiled and answered,
"Thank you, but I do not believe that will be necessary."D'Arcy said no more. He
was not particularly fond of the Archon, who was at this moment floating in the
skies above the tent.At dawn, eight hundred elite Templar Knights were assembled
and ready."We've come this far. We need do all that we can." This was D'Arcy's
proposal to Arthur last night, after Klaus had left. The plan was for the four of
them and a contingent of Templars to launch a series of probing attacks at the
Lokheim front, before the main attack."It's about to start." Enzo could hardly hold
back his excitement."Wait!" Klaus rode towards the knights to stop them, for there
was new development. At the same moment as the Templars were prepared to make their
attack, the forces of Verno Forest, led by Baldum and Y'bneth, had arrived in the
south, and were already repared to engage the Lokheim forces.In light of this,
Arthur ordered the rest of the Templar and Silverwing cavalry to mount their
horses, forming a mobile force that could quickly reach their allies in the
southwest and join up with them. The Templars were not afraid to die, but there was
no need to send good soldiers to die when they could be put to better use.The
knights were not in communication with the Verno forces, and did not know their
size or composition. But they were almost certainly greatly outnumbered by the
Lokheim legion, and Arthur could not allow their allies to be slaughtered
meaninglessly. By bringing his best knights to bear, he hoped to punch a hole
through the Lokheim forces between them, meeting up as quickly as possible with
minimal casualties.The remaining infantry now looked to D'Arcy for leadership.
Though he was no soldier, D'Arcy had seen far more battles than most of them in his
time protecting the Great Wall, and before their eyes he walked out of camp as
casually as one might go for a walk on a pleasant afternoon.Arthur needed a
distraction. D'Arcy would give him one, and show that Archon high up in the air
what humans were capable of. He raised his hand, and a tide of Dimensional Magic
rushed towards the Lokheim lines.Enzo looked on in wonder at the legendary mage's
powers. Seeing no objection from Klaus, he joined in the charge, but not before he
glanced at Tulen high up in the air who remained in his position unmoving. It
seemed the enemy in front of them was simply not enough to pique his interest.Not
for long, though.A crimson light split the sky, heading straight for Tulen. Though
his injuries were not fully healed, Maloch was still Lokheim's most powerful being
in Volkath's absence.Deafening thunder accompanied a great bolt of lightning,
cancelling out Maloch's attack. Dark clouds filled the sky, blocking out the sun,
and then Tulen emerged from it. He had found a foe worthy of his attention.
7C52029099A8F4D2_## = Advance
7C59C4225A74B250_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7C5C5793A753F9A3_## = Faced with the unpredictability and chaos of the world,
Dirak, the High Speaker of the Magister's Council, invited Paine to teach at the
Magic Academy. Although Paine turned his nose up at Dirak's terrible aesthetic
taste, he has to admit the fact that Dirak is a mage of peerless talent.
7C8C2A7AA1760372_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
between Okka, Norman and Verno Forest, and it borders the Moonlit Plains. The
tunnels beneath lead into the Abyss.
7C910C688CA3C6F2_## = Traditionalist, disapproves of Airi's short skirt.
7C9F355253440D87_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7CA55863E41BB032_## = Yena
7CA7C050AD30A8F2_## = "Technology will advance humanity!"\n\nAs stated by Max the
Wunderkind in his autobiography, the "genius" inventor owed his accomplishments to
his master, Moren the Technowiz. Old Moren may be contentious and rude, but he
spared no expense when it came to Max's education.\n\nMax lived a rough life. His
father died in war before he was born and his mother worked herself to death trying
to raise her son alone. With no money to his name and no life skills to speak of,
Max was left wandering the streets. He spent his time huddled near the home of
humanity's largest producer of waste, Moren.\n\nMeanwhile, Moren was still mired in
the shadows in Skud's wake. His productivity and quality was taking a hard hit as
he tossed out priceless machinery like trash. This trash became a source of income
for Max, and he, in turn, was inspired to become an inventor.\n\nMax's "riches"
provoked the ire of the other vagrants. They banded together to chase the young
orphan off their streets. Knowing he was outnumbered, Max wisely opted to retreat,
at least until he built himself a mechanical weapon from the scrap parts he had
collected, and returned to teach those bullies a lesson.\n\nAwakened by the noise,
Moren was impressed by what he witnessed. The weapon Max held was rough around the
edges but it held a certain sleekness to it. He invited Max into his home and
questioned him about it. Upon discovering that Max had built it himself, Moren
immediately offered to take the young genius under his wing. Max saw no reason to
say no to the generous offer.\n\nUnder Moren's tutelage, Max learned the
intricacies of building machines. He built vehicles and even transformed the
realm's feeblest soldiers into ruthless fighting machines equal to any other
warrior in the field. With his inventions, Max became the youngest human in the
realm to be knighted. Since then, he has driven his vehicles into countless wars
and cemented his place in history.\n\n"You'll be sorry you ever underestimated me."
7CC7CC8FC74B0B51_## = As a former general of the Blood Knights, how did Nakroth
fall?
7CFDAE737B7773DA_## = What is the most developed muscle in Krizzix?
7D4B041AA1430C26_## = Keera, who enjoys bullying her classmates every day
7D55AEC671C3A32E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7D634D68D28B9AD0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7D6464E14B28F68F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7D757DDB2694372B_## = The Joker Biography
7D8A41FDC074AE61_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7D99927C18D0A706_## = Time may ease the pain, but some wounds never truly heal.
7DB4D584D8983DEB_## = What's the name of Brunhilda's gang?
7DB8AA5AB71EC99D_## = 1 Dec
7DC5F01F15638060_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7DC7D2E16D5DA74D_## = Dark Lord Reborn
7DD852636C099BDB_## = Light Mage
7E057E5958D7DFC8_## = Qi
7E690485F8263AA9_## = The protection of the mages has kept these seas under Norman
control. With the advent of new and powerful mutant sea creatures, however, Coral
Sea faces a threat that is greater than it had ever seen.
7E7A97FD0E078C90_## = Kahlii
7EB61CA3E8E6BF65_## = Airi
7EDEE17B97B68247_## = Flying is fun, but I prefer to have my feet on the ground.
7F064334DA1E6BB1_## = Southern Sea
7F0AF45EB458750E_## = "Don’t dwell on the past. Instead, focus on the
future."\nRyoma’s father's last words became his motto. As the heir of a samurai,
Ryoma not only trained hard, he also studied military strategy. In a training camp
where strength was valued above all else, he stood out among his peers. The other
children were in the same predicament as Ryoma, their fathers killed in battle,
they must pick up the mantle and continue to earn glory for their families.\nRyoma
was timid when he was young. This, combined with his peculiar hobby of studying
military tactics, made him an easy target for bullies. But Kondo always stood up
for him. Kondo had studied under Ryoma’s father and wanted to repay the kindness
that this family had shown him. With Kondo as his guide, Ryoma became a samurai
like his father.\nTheir friendship did not last forever though, as orders from the
military sent them their separate ways. The courageous Kondo was chosen to become
the personal guard of the kingdom’s heir apparent, while one of the younger princes
chose Ryoma for his cunning. Once close friends, the fiercely loyal duo were now
rivals serving their princes. Ryoma would never have guessed that this would
eventually turn them into enemies.\nAfter some time, the aging king passed away
while dealing with enemies outside of the kingdom. The princes, both well-trained
in the ways of the court, quickly turned on one another. Ryoma, now the chief
military strategist for the younger prince, swiftly led the prince’s army to
several decisive victories. The elder prince, running out of options, concocted a
dangerous plan to send Kondo’s death squad to assassinate the younger prince. \nThe
plan appeared to be successful as the squad managed to reach their final
destination without running into any resistance. Ryoma had anticipated this move
from the elder prince, but was surprised to run into Kondo and drew a blank. Kondo
and his squad took advantage of the momentary lapse and sliced through Ryoma’s
defenses effortlessly.\nBy the time Ryoma regained his focus, he could hear the
young prince’s screams as his father’s words reverberated in his mind. There was no
need to hold onto the past, and at that moment, he decided to give
everything.\nSword in hand, Ryoma sliced through every single soldier that dared
come near the prince. It was Kondo’s turn to be surprised, but he had no choice but
to press on. Kondo’s attacks became more frantic and deadly as he taunted Ryoma.
The duel ended when both launched one final attack. Ryoma buried his sword into
Kondo’s chest, but Kondo’s blade had stopped at the last second, inches from
Ryoma’s throat.\n"Why?" Ryoma was confused. "I was always an orphan," said Kondo,
"I never had anyone other than you and my teacher. He’d be proud of y…" Before
Kondo could finish his sentence, Ryoma burst into tears.\nAfter burying Kondo,
Ryoma snapped his blade in half and buried it with Kondo. He vowed to never again
use his right hand, the hand that killed Kondo. He picked up Kondo’s blade and
walked away.\n "Glory and honor? The samurai code? That’s none of my business. From
here on, Ryoma and Kondo are one, and we will start a new life."
7F2A281D29334B43_## = Or too touchy.
7F6F2F0DFC6AF2E9_## = Strawberry Menace
7F7BAC955CBA0770_## = Nightmare Fort
7FA2F37B4E9FE65E_## = The Executioner's Blade
7FA3478859A7ADBC_## = Tel'Annas
7FC9F155455983F6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
7FDE03127BFC75C6_## = Night Raid
7FF7E84175E4F094_## = Helios
802FDDA9CC1CB189_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
809FE2E07D257A20_## = 1 Aug
80A989B1E5B4E0E3_## = Nemesis in Sand
80C971DF0A48AA15_## = The wind brings new journeys, new discoveries, new
adventures.\nAcross mountains, rivers, rocks, hills and plains we shall go,\nA
journey without end, but not without meaning.
80D3F525FBA4975F_## = Ice Wastes
80D891111DF12F8C_## = Payna
80E5C2250915BFF1_## = Paine was born into a musical family in the Free Federation.
Since childhood, he has been gifted with outstanding music sense and
hearing.\n\nBorn with anisocoria, Paine was always regarded as a "monster" by his
peers. He was shunned by others for a long while and he became withdrawn. He also
has mild autism and low self-esteem.\n\nOnly in the area of music was Paine far
superior in, and it became the only way for him to realize his self-worth. At the
age of 12, he was already composing advance music, and at the age of 15, he could
even conduct a highly-anticipated choir performance. The spirit of a talented
musician/conductor has surrounded him ever since.\n\nIt was through the intensive
study of music that Paine discovered that he could manipulate the souls of the
choir and audience through the enchanted notes. His eyes could catch every movement
of the soul (anisocoria's talent), so much so that he was attuned to the rhythm of
the music, but he was always unable to achieve complete resonance due to physical
restraints.\n\nHence, he excitedly waved his hands, speeding up the beat of each
note in order to help those trapped souls to break free from their physical
restraints—but an accident happened. He ended up killing someone and became a
wanted man.\n\nCaught in his remorse, Paine built a Death Opera House next to a
cemetery. There, he could make full use of his musical talents and conduct choir
after choir. At the same time, he also made a new lifelong friend—the only pianist
who could keep up with his musical sense.\n\nThis peaceful life continued like
streams of water, until one day, a mysterious mage appeared before him...\n
80F61BDE2F12F524_## = Butterfly was hired by the Duke of Rose to be Astrid's
bodyguard. She grew to admire Astrid's sense of honor and justice, and the two of
them forged a true friendship.
80F8DB4143548558_## = Unrest
80FE196683EF2A8C_## = Soul's Light
81025B810CC12FAF_## = Veda's War of Purification
81077FD9D6E130DC_## = D'Arcy
81131427C4FC88BE_## = Quillen
811960B93E7BE987_## = Mist Island is Veda's most important naval stronghold,
protected by the order of ninjas, who have inherited the blood of the Elder Dragon.
814281C9E17B4B78_## = Demon bloodline transformation
8146F4E876671818_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
81479E79DE8C1C36_## = Jinnar
8179C03DD2411372_## = Astrid
81814C1917228713_## = Wonder Woman
818CC17626B6ED26_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
819726E203F7288D_## = Afata
81ADF6E4F5F91427_## = Child of the forest, born of the World Tree.\nTogether we
shall protect our home, drive out all enemies,\nand sing the praise of the Morning
Star.
81DCE7461E90DB2C_## = Needs 14 hours of sleep a day.
81E16DEC5F780D05_## = Volkath and Maloch
81EFC35128490CE1_## = All life yearns for freedom.\nEmbrace your deepest
desires,\nforsake the false light,\nand join me in the freedom of darkness.
81F0348890CCD9B8_## = In Dreams
81F7A4DA04B2713B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
821087A06F895B66_## = It's time to go home.
821829FCC5176091_## = Nakroth
8238053D2D9B8B62_## = Raz was an important figure in Thane's eternal struggle
against the Fallen. The magnificent king embedded Raz deep in the darkness to be
his eyes and ears.\n\nRaz possessed superhuman speed and agility, most importantly
his blinding fists struck fast and true. In his long mission, Raz won the trust of
Preyta. Earning his favor, Raz was made head of a small strike team in Preyta's
army. Using his authority and guile, Raz was always able to stay two steps ahead of
the Fallen, leveraging sabotage and subterfuge to impede the dark army.\n\nHowever,
Preyta was no fool. He could smell a rat. He laid careful machinations to catch the
traitor in his midst, even Raz was blissfully unaware until it was too late. While
pursuing a false lead, he fell into Preyta's trap. He was immediately surrounded by
an ocean of corrupted souls.\n\nUttering foul curses, Preyta and his ilk closed in
around Raz. He could sense that the end was near, but he could not just lay down
and accept this kind of fate. Using his last bit of strength Raz lashed out with a
fury never before seen in Athanor. His fists were on fire, lighting up his foes and
his rage, until finally he broke through. However, his hands were badly broken and
his spirit greatly wounded.\n\nRaz limped his way back into Thane's court where he
collapsed onto the ground. To save his friend, Thane rushed Raz to the citadel and
beseeched the angel Lauriel for aid. But in order to receive the Light's blessing,
Raz would have to undergo a grueling trial, and if he failed, he would die.\n\nBut
luckily, he did not. Not only did Raz triumph and heal himself, he was stronger
than he was even before. His gauntlets glowed a crimson light that grew steadily
stronger as his resolve to vanquish the Fallen grew ever more steeled. His fists
would tear anything down that stood in the way of his righteous fury.
824EA90006BB4A91_## = Mist Island
82585353FB55B05C_## = All was silent.\n\nAta sank deeper and deeper into the
darkness. All he could hear was the thundering of his heart.\n\n"Hell, that fellow
told me that this was the legendary [Sea Grave], and it looks like I'm going to be
buried with it..."\nSuddenly, there was a flash of light.\n\nA wide expanse of
water poured down from the sky with glowing holy light. The soft waters circled Ata
like a thin curtain of sapphire enveloping the sky and earth. Ata pushed on
excitedly, well aware that he was already at the finish line.\n\nI found
it!\n\nHuge piles of white skeletons were strewn all around, as high as dozens of
ships. The surface has long been eroded by the sea, and countless fish were
swimming around lazily.\n\nThis is the legendary [Sea Grave].\n\nAta swam excitedly
around the skeletons several times, but found nothing. Perhaps someone had already
been here, he thought dejectedly, when suddenly an old voice was heard.\n\n"You're
finally here."\n\n"Whoa!" Ata was caught off guard and choked on several mouthfuls
of seawater.\n\n"You know me?" Ata asked curiously. Although he had always been
convinced that he was the chosen one in the ballad, he was still excited when the
moment came.\n\n"The Tidecaller, Sutis, had told me that a Kentein youth wearing
tiger teeth would come to me. He and his companions will embark on an adventurous
journey to the end of the world."\n\n"Hold on... Did you say Kentein?" Ata quickly
caught hold of the key to the sentence. He had never known anything about his own
identity and origins, and he had always had his tiger-toothed chain since
childhood.\n\n"Yes... We lived together in these waters a few millennia ago. They
have migrated from remote forests and claim to be descendants of the beastfolk,
which were scattered due to the war."\n\nAta was stunned and became silent for a
long while. He had heard little about the Kentein, who were said to be wicked and
unholy, because they believed in evil gods. Kentein had been wiped out in the War
of Purification, and now, only a few remnants were scattered all over
Athanor.\n\nIt turns out that the so-called [Sinner's Blood] also flows in his
body. As for his parents, they were probably already...\n\nAta shook his head,
trying to avoid thinking about it again. The old voice was heard again:\n\n"My
mission is to give you the [Soul Pearl]...\n\nCrystal clear pearls rose slowly from
the skeleton, emitting a faint white light. Ata stretched out his hand to hold it,
and a warmth spread from his palm throughout his entire body.\n\n"This is... for
me?" Ata asked. The treasure which countless people had fought for was now in his
hand. The experience was so extraordinary that it was almost like a dream.\n\n"Go,
young man".\n\n"My mission is over."\n\n"Someday, you will find the key to this
world."\n\nCountless foams were seen floating on the waters. Ata looked into the
distance. He then suddenly came to his senses and asked in a loud voice:\n\n"Hey,
old man, where am I going to find the companion you spoke of——"\n\nOnly silence
greeted him in return.\n\n-THE END-
825922FAB467E9A6_## = Maloch
82ACA421522E6B2F_## = Murad once saw Yena in a place and time far away, saw her
laugh, and saw her cry. He did not know who she was or where she came from, only
that she was very important to him.
82BD0DA5220DFBFC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
82BE713F3307508D_## = You will serve me without question.
82F1733E12C3E993_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
between Okka, Norman and Verno Forest, and it borders the Moonlit Plains. The
tunnels beneath lead into the Abyss.
8326F24F77C12C91_## = Kingdom of Norman
83600A7AAACA08A5_## = Kingdom of Norman
838822339CEA78ED_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
83906807DC733C4D_## = We walk together in light, and it guides our blades.\nThe
path may be long and winding, but we shall persevere.\nFor you have lit my light,
and I shall guard yours.
839C52EA5C0672C9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
83A8ADFC51650297_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
83C7A8BE9FD87AA1_## = Don't call me Ata. Call me Captain!
83E565A592931BD1_## = Azzen'Ka
83EED4D53883B132_## = Blood Ritual
83F1CA25C3FA42DD_## = Result of an explosion from a failed mechanical experiment
83F69386602BE8E7_## = Prefers to stay single.
83F925008C0039A2_## = Which battle made Omen's name?
83FB307DECEE2597_## = The Ghostwalker
83FE17F6626C1B24_## = Dark Lord Reborn
841E2B79AAD13C64_## = Federation of the Free
841F669EA87A5B74_## = You will face judgment, and I will be judge.
8427FB99BE5539FC_## = 3 Jun
844852C071B17054_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8448D1BD13EB2F80_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
844C4406A2E4ECE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
845452B68C55A832_## = Likes to snack on desserts, especially those made by Sephera'
84847D8FB740C67C_## = The Trinity
849E9D9100EB52B4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
84C344F431B5454A_## = The ring behind his back is purely decorative, for no reason
other than it looks cool.
84D5168B2C615C1E_## = Want to earn my favor? Show your sincerity.
850362E6464E91A4_## = First Encounter
8520FB3718A722BB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8527FB2530577385_## = The power of thunder is greater than all else, and I am lord
over thunder.\nAre you of the same mind as I?\nVery well them, we shall go
together, and we shall have Aleister's head!
8533812B6C9500B1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
853929F292B9739E_## = Roxie
85475571BE95E91F_## = Mortos
8559CE3901B7EBFB_## = Paine
858069A90324536D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8588D57FDF82FBC3_## = Krixi
858D340650B8FD2A_## = Often visits the people.
85A9FCE2D62389A8_## = The Fastest Man Alive
85C05DA4BA8E9A0B_## = War is the only solution to conflict. I look forward to
waging war alongside you.
85C5E45E95CCF32B_## = Nakroth was born in a valley in the Kingdom of
Norman.\nCompared to the fertile central plain and the economically prosperous
western coast, the valley was an isolated rural backwater. Despite being born into
a noble family, Nakroth was a country boy through and through. Back then, little
Nak was still unaware that he was different from others born into
nobility.\nHowever, this all changed when he went to the capital for the first
time.\nFate had afforded his father, an earl, the opportunity to take his most
outstanding child to the capital for an audience with his lord. To him, this was a
supreme honor. However, for little Nak, the joy and excitement of the journey would
soon be marred by series of unpleasant experiences.\nThe new "friends" he made
seemingly treated him with respect, but this could not hide the disdain they
clearly had for the country boy.\nNakroth was both sensitive and proud, and after a
brief period of dejection, he began to actively change the way he dressed and spoke
as he tried to fit into the new world in which he found himself. These efforts
required considerable expense, but the earl believed the money was well spent.
After all, he could see that his son was becoming one with the future of the
kingdom.\nHowever, every journey must come to an end. On the day when Nakroth left,
his new friends held a grand banquet in his honor. Nakroth's name had become etched
in the minds of the nation's leaders, or rather its future leaders.\nAfter
returning to the valley, Nakroth did not maintain his noble demeanor as his father
hoped he would. Instead, he took off his robes of silk, put on his old rustic
clothes, and listened to the sounds of the common people as he walked through the
fields.\n"I wanted to prove that I can achieve anything I put my mind to," Nakroth
explained to his father, "but that life is not for me."\nTo have an heir such as
Nakroth, the earl was truly fortunate, as were the people of the valley. Even when
war suddenly broke out, every mother and father believed that it would not destroy
the tranquility of their homeland, for the benevolent and strong Nakroth would
surely lead their children to glory and return them home safely.\nEvents would
indeed prove that Nakroth was a genius the likes of which the Kingdom of Norman had
not seen for centuries. His understanding of warfare and instinctive aptitude for
strategy far exceeded what was expected from someone so young. His successive
victories on the battlefield, coupled with support and encouragement from his old
friends in the capital, quickly saw Nakroth become a highly celebrated war
hero.\nHowever, as the war dragged on, Nakroth became ever more withdrawn and felt
increasingly conflicted. He had begun to realize that the so-called war was nothing
more than a game between the rich and powerful members of the two kingdoms. Both
sides originally wanted to defeat the other, but after realizing that such an
outcome was unlikely, they began to use the war as an opportunity to pillage
wealth.\nCivilians became slaves without rights, farms became barren wasteland, and
even the weaker neutral lords were driven from their territories, after which their
castles, gold, jewels, horses, ironware, food, livestock, and even people were
reduced to spoils up for grabs by the cold hands of greed.\nNakroth protested at
what was happening. However, the king was the greatest winner of this game. The old
man did not blame Nakroth. After all, the young can be impetuous. He even wrote a
long, friendly letter to comfort Nakroth as he fought on the front line.\nAfter
reading the letter, Nakroth locked himself indoors and did not set foot outside for
three days.\nThe next time his knights saw him, the young commander issued a series
of strange orders. Before long, the army called the Blood Knights became known far
and wide, even in the enemy Kingdom of Okka.\nThey never lose, they show no
mercy,\nand they leave no survivors.\nIt was only now that people witnessed the
full extent of Nakroth's natural aptitude for warfare: His forces were unstoppable
as fire, swift as the wind, tenacious as wolves, and cunning as foxes.\nHis
fearsome reputation was built on mountains of corpses and carried by rivers of
blood,\nyet Nakroth did not enjoy killing; he was simply using the most direct
means of bringing the farce of a war to an end. However, there were inevitably
those who were displeased by his actions, among both his allies and his
enemies.\nThe tacit understanding between the two sides finally brought the
dominance of the hitherto undefeated Blood Knights to a grisly end: Nakroth's
forces were caught off-guard by an intricate ambush. The stream of enemy soldiers
seemed unending and reinforcements never arrived. His back to a hill, Nakroth
struggled to hold out against the onslaught until he was finally forced to abandon
his delusion, smashing a path through the attackers and fleeing.\nA contingent of
hundreds of knights and over a thousand attendants was reduced to only seven men
and nine horses.\nAfter returning from his defeat, Nakroth was still treated with
respect, for the wise king knew that the young man could still create much wealth
for Norman. Of course, this would only be feasible as long as the royal court could
bring him to heel and ensure that his loyalty lie with the king and the king
alone.\nHowever, Nakroth chose to decline.\nHe held tightly in his hand a black,
shiny fingernail. It was a gift from a demon, or perhaps it would be more
appropriate to call it an invitation!\nWith his remaining comrades, Nakroth left
the front line, but he did not return to the valley.\nEveryone is now terrified by
the knowledge that he will one day return.\nAnd when he does, the blood-red flag
will be raised again!
85FD1982DFEBFE0B_## = Brute force above all, letting one's gun do the talking
8634F29A287DDBF7_## = Born in the heart of Veda's realm, Enzo was always a staunch
believer of Ilumia and the blessed light, vowing to dedicate himself to light and
order. He lived a stoic and disciplined life, training his body and mind night and
day. His loyal and capable service of the church soon earned him a promotion to the
post of inquisitor.\nIn his new role Enzo was responsible for investigating and
rooting out evil and heresy wherever he found them - by any means necessary. It was
in this role that Enzo discovered his bloodthirsty nature, for which he sought to
confess. The church's confessor absolved him of sin, and tasked him to use the
darkness of his soul in service of the righteous path of light.\nAssigned to
investigate Hayate, the traitor of Mist Island, Enzo soon realized there was more
to this incident that met the eye. He was determined to catch Hayate personally,
and end the threat once and for all.Following the trail to Sunfall Valley, Enzo
joined the hastily assembled alliance forces, fighting to prevent the resurrection
of Volkath, Lord of Darkness.
86A416C81CE4F3B8_## = Max
86AF22D10D17D554_## = Born to a nomadic tribe in the Eastern Desert, Yena knew life
as a struggle to survive. The Helios Empire was at war with Azzen'Ka, a war that
had dragged on for decades. The kingdom had no time for backwater provinces, and
Yena's family barely made ends meet.\n\nYena's sister was born when she was five.
Soon after, their father was conscripted into the army, from which he never
returned. Forced to raise two young children on her own, Yena's mother fell ill
from exhaustion, and the family struggled to make a living.\n\nYena first learned
of the Revolutionaries through her cousin at the age of ten. But it was at the age
of fifteen that the seeds of rebellion truly began to grow. She and her sister
visited the capital of the empire for the first time for the prince's coming-of-age
ceremony. There she saw Prince Murad for the first time, but also the luxury,
arrogance and indifference of the empire's upper class.\n\nYena's mother died soon
after, and she joined the Revolutionaries, infiltrating the Imperial Temple as an
acolyte under a false identity.\n\nWhen she discovered the Andura Stone, Yena took
a massive gamble. She gained an audience with Azzen'Ka, earned the demon's trust,
and was sent to find Murad to bring back the damaged artifact, the Gem of
Time.\n\nYena found Murad, but instead of bringing the artifact back, she reached
an understanding with the former prince, joining forces against their common enemy
Azzen'Ka. Of course, they must repair the artifact first...
86B9B939841AED09_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
86EA0376928219FA_## = He has vowed to spend the rest of his life atoning for his
sins.
86F7AA2F12F270CF_## = Mt. Orphean
87052216679BEC4D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
870ED2C2F66B79E9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
871FB1B5DBB151D1_## = His academic grades were the worst among Edras' students.
87719094DCE29EB6_## = The Scarabim
877C13D142BB7231_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
877FE7FDC1078AD1_## = Qi
87B3F3BEDDB4A676_## = 11 Jan
87BE49D9C1890E37_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
87C5F681A0859CE3_## = The Elemental
87CF38D8D5322B6A_## = Volkath was once an Archon, one of the earliest intelligent
races to appear on Athanor.\nWhen the Pact of Light was made and Veda established,
Edras called for all the intelligent races to gather and live on Mt. Orphean. But
Volkath and some others resisted, refusing to leave their home, and conflict broke
out between the two sides. Veda came out on top, and Volkath was forced to live on
Mt. Orphean and receive Edras' instructions.\n\nVolkath and Marja fell in love, and
with Marja's help began experimenting with the dark powers of the Abyss. He began
plotting with Veera, Maloch and others loyal to him to escape Mt. Orphean.\n\nIn
the ensuing conflict Volkath used his newfound powers to kill addressed, but this
brought the full wrath of Veda upon him and his followers. They fled through the
cracks of the earth into the Abyss to escape their pursuers, and began to alter
their own bloodlines to adapt to the harsh and unforgiving Abyss, creating a new
race of demons.\n\nIn the years to come Volkath invaded Athanor, but his plans were
foiled by a single arrow from the bow of Tel'Annas. But now he has been resurrected
through the efforts of Marja, and no one shall stop him from conquering Athanor.
87DF0691CDE59902_## = Cresht the Mermidon
884C36EC897BED1B_## = Max Biography
885CB98C0D566138_## = Unknown
8885E6F3976671F7_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
88AA74B7D8DCB8F7_## = Elsu
88B2152D59E9D651_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
88D6C321C03B4D71_## = I spend an hour a day on my hair.
88E330713248B071_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
88E95C7128584327_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
88F90BCDD62195D7_## = Wind Mage
89045EF7282AD44C_## = Zephys
8904D36951288814_## = It was rumored that thousands died, but that's not true
890E4CA10227F3B0_## = Richter
8918D478F936E31F_## = The Pixie
8923DF0BB604516A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
89305758FDD8790E_## = Once an important center of the Federation, its population
has dwindled since the exhaustion of its ore reserves, but opportunistic craftsmen
have taken advantage of the abandoned facilities and supplies to setup their own
workshops.
8935752E25287BE2_## = Lokheim collaborators and species native to the Abyss.
894794D217CE8897_## = 18 Feb
896804AF75C71CB2_## = Veda
8968301D828ABB0D_## = Afata
89BE867E94E6DEE8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
89EC3DA61097E788_## = The result of nature's laws being warped by Abyssal energies,
the Maelstrom connects the underground passages used by the Lokheim demons. It is
an important base for Lokheim's naval operations.
89FB0E8067B1CCA2_## = I am the descendant of ancient dragons.
8A0E1998845631AB_## = Veres is Quillen's right hand. Owing to the fact that Veres
and Amily shared an identical look, as well as their undisputed talent, Quillen's
relationship with Veres is a complex one. Although Veres volunteered herself to
undergo the blood ritual on behalf of Quillen, he is still skeptical toward her.
8A224253B1037D1B_## = Eland'orr met the demon hunter Richter on his journeys. They
found much in common in their painful pasts, and Eland'orr sang a song for Richter.
8A23501BB87D34B2_## = The Pistol Assassin
8A4AB0B77F09B75E_## = A songwriter and lyricist of some renown.
8A5F9056F262FA3F_## = Liliana
8AA40C266D90FF63_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8AAE0C6FBB6D8EA3_## = Veera was once a demi-god living in the wilderness, who was
born with a defective and weak body. She pursued the only form of power available
to her, knowledge, and became a sage renowned across the land. During this time she
met Maloch, and they were the closest thing that each other had to family.\nWith
the establishment of Veda, Veera was forced to study at Mt. Orphean, which she
resented deeply, for it did not suit her freedom-loving nature. And so she eagerly
joined Volkath's rebellion against Veda, following him into the Abyss. Like the
others she underwent transformation by its dark energies, but the process almost
killed her, for her weak physique did not take well to it.\nAt death's door, a
chance encounter granted Veera the power of Maniara, Primal Night. Reborn with a
new body and newfound strength, she began to fight alongside Volkath in the Lokheim
armies, and when Volkath fell in battle, it was Veera, Queen of the Night who kept
Lokheim together with a combination of diplomacy, guile and subterfuge, preventing
it from fracturing.
8AB6E492719F676A_## = The Imbued
8AF9D6CF3188DC00_## = Zill is an elemental, born high in the skies where the storms
are the fiercest. He answered the call of the World Tree to join Afata's army in
the First Lokheim Invasion, becoming Tel'Annas' personal bodyguard. Proud and
haughty by nature, Zill disliked his duty, and indeed had little interest in the
affairs of the earth when his home was high in the sky where the demons could not
touch. But over time he learned to appreciate Tel'Annas' cause, and began to
understand why the noble queen would risk her life to fight for the inferior races
of humans and beastmen.\n\nThe defenders of the forest were victorious under
Tel'Annas' leadership, but Tel'Annas herself fell into a deep slumber induced by
dark powers. Zill's fellow elemental Lumburr, and the brave beastmen returned to
their own tribes. Peace returned to Elborne.\n\nIn the peace and quiet, a breeze
would sweep through the World Tree's branches and leaves from time to time, asking
about the queen. For a thousand years Zill would forsake the skies and stay with
the World Tree, to be close to the elven queen while she slept.
8AFA7F2D919422D0_## = Rides a pure-blood Abyssal steed.
8B02E237FBFF3A32_## = Took a lot of time to get used to her own strength.
8B33D250342A172A_## = Deep in Sunfall Valley, the setting sun cast its last light
on the rugged hills and rushing river. By the river, thousands of Lokheim jungle
creeps and Corruptors were on the march, advancing with inhuman fury."Ah,
sunlight...I'm not sure whether i miss it or not." Preyta rode at the head of the
procession on his Plague Wyvern, cutting through the crimson skies like a pitch-
black blade. The great lord of Lokheim, leader of the Corruptor legions, Preyta
played the role of a humble scout willingly, for there were even greater lords
among the assembled army.Maloch. Veera. Marja. Simply hearing these names was
enough to send a chill into the hearts of the greatest heroes of Athanor.After the
battle with the legendary mage D'Arcy, Hayate's group returned to the Lokheim
forward base that lay deep inside the earth. Veera had also returned to the base
alongside an injured Maloch, having rallied the remnants of the Lokheim forces in
the north.While it would have suited Marja to keep the news of Volkath's
resurrection to herself, it did not take long for her to realize that the secret
could not be kept for long, for Mganga was also a witness to the scene. She met
with Veera and Maloch, her political rivals, and informed them of the matter.Though
still convalescing, Maloch was eager to set out and carry out the resurrection
ritual. Veera, too, put her full support behind the matter; centuries of rulership
over Lokheim had not diminished their respect for Volkath.The resurrection ritual
must be carried out at the place where Volkath fell. His flesh would be reforged
from the molten rocks of Lokheim, his soul repaired with the essence of the black
dragon's soul, the enchantment maintained with Andura Stone. When Hayate returned
with Errol, the other host of Volkath's soul, Marja was ready to welcome them with
everything that the ritual needed.There was only one step left, the most difficult
and dangerous of them all - return to the surface of Athanor, and maintain the
ritual until Volkath's rebirth was complete."The risk is great," said Veera,
brushing her hair with her long, sharp nails. "But we have no choice."To her,
Volkath's death remained a mystery. Even with the help of the World Tree, it was
hard to believe that Tel’Annas could fell Volkath with a single arrow. Nor did she
know how Volkath found the opportunity for resurrection, for Marja was coy on the
matter.On one thing she was certain. She had faced Ilumia many times, and in this
matter Veera was conscious of an invisible hand behind the scenes. Whose hand it
was, though, and for good or for ill?Veera knew Marja must have sensed the same.
But she also knew that to give up was not an option for Marja, not when Volkath's
resurrection was at stake. Nor was this any less true for any the rest of
them.Whatever unseen forces were at work here, Lokheim had only one option.The die
was cast. And it was all-in for Lokheim. They pulled everything they had on the
southern coast to support the mission, and before the defenders of the Great Wall
even realized it, their enemies had already left the frontlines under the cover of
night.Meanwhile, Shadow Worms retreated from the Verno area in force, converging on
Sunfall Valley through the Moonlit Plains, leaving behind a trail of ruin in their
wake.Demons from decimated legions that were still combat-effective were
reorganized under Maloch's command. This was Veera going all-in, abandoning the
progress they had made on the other fronts, and muster all the forces they could to
protect Volkath's resurrection. It was bold, bordering on insanity, a plan that not
even Marja could find fault with - she had feared that some of the Lokheim lords
would be less than committed, but Veera's plan held nothing back.No one was foolish
enough to oppose the plan, for any who did would have found Maloch's cleaver at his
throat before they blinked. Maloch was, is and would always be Volkath's most
steadfast supporter.Several days later, the Lokheim host arrived at the site of the
ancient battle. At its head was Maloch, who insisted on leading the vanguard
despite his injuries, with his trusted lieutenant Nakroth spearheading the vanguard
itself.Leading the main army was Veera, whom Maloch trusted above all other. Of the
eight Corrupted generals under her banner, Preyta and Mganga were part of the
vanguard scouting ahead; the rest followed behind him, leading the best and finest
of the Corrupted Legion, who have seen many battles.In name, Marja was the leader
of the rear guard, a great throng of demonic creatures, but she delegated her
leadership duties to Zephys, so that she could focus on preparing for the
resurrection ritual. By her side was her loyal bodyguard Kriknak. Hayate, bearer of
the black dragon soul, and the comatose Errol."Our enemies in Athanor will do all
they could to stop us. But time is on our side. When the resurrection ritual is
complete, the Lord of Darkness and Blood will sweep the battlefield. All we need to
do is protect the ritual until then."Veera's strategy was simple - the Lokheim
hordes will form a wall of flesh and blood to stop the Allied forces dead in their
tracks.Sunfall Valley lay between the territories of three major factions. The
Shadow Worms' movement would have drawn the enemy's attention. Whether they knew of
Volkath's impending resurrection or not, they could not possible ignore such a
massive Lokheim movement on their doorsteps. In other matters they may fight and
bicker, but they would put down their differences to join forces against their
common foe.Even more concerning to Veera was the movement of Veda, for it remained
unclear how much Lokheim's ancient enemies knew, or what they were capable of.
8B35AC0B50B27EC3_## = Which generation of Demon Hunters did Errol belong to?
8B45E352AFB8D32B_## = Lauriel
8B51F535E9CE1A1F_## = Carano Academy's Freshmen
8B8A95E35583D198_## = 170cm
8BBB5F8A058E1790_## = D'Arcy was waiting for two guests in the reception room when
he felt a familiar pain pierce his right arm."What is this?" D'Arcy sat up in
alarm, every hair on his skin standing up on end.Then the wave of dark energy swept
past the Great Wall. At this distance the wave was already much weakened,
perceptible only to highly trained mages. Yet D'Arcy felt strangely anxious and
uneasy, and he could find no reason to explain it.D'Arcy looked in his crystal and
saw the figures of Murad and Yena, ascending the wall in the elevator. They will
have to wait. D'Arcy waved his hands, and the room became filled with silver
patterns. A dimensional portal opened and D'Arcy stepped through."Who goes
there?"Hayate reacted instinctively the instant the portal opened, before he even
knew what happened on a conscious level. Three shurikens flew towards D'Arcy as he
stepped out of the portal.D'Arcy did not flinch, dodge or even blink. The shurikens
simply feel to the ground in front of him, as though they hit an invisible
wall."Hey, if it isn't D'Arcy. How do you do, you old wilted bastard?" Zephys knew
D'Arcy well, having met him on the battlefield many times, and recognized the old
mage immediately.D'Arcy frowned. "What are you doing here, Zephys?"D'Arcy knew well
who Zephys' power. But his attention was drawn to the pale young man next to Zephys
for some reason, dressed in ragged clothes that faintly resembled the Southern
Legion's uniform many decades ago.The young man gazed back at D'Arcy. There was
confidence and contempt in his eyes, but also respect and confusion. The more
D'Arcy examined the young man, the more confused the mage was - the young man
seemed to be the embodiment of paradox, proud and fearful, powerful and feeble, all
at the same time.The young man opened his mouth at last. "We meet again,
D'Arcy.""Do we know each other?""Of course we do. Don't you remember this face?"
The young man brushed aside his hair, revealing the face beneath."You...you are..."
D'Arcy ransacked his memories, trying to find a clue to the young man's identity,
and finally he found it. "...Errol. Errol of the Demon Hunters.""Excellent! Not
quite senile yet, I see," laughed Errol. "Yes, and no. You'll find out soon enough
- if you live to see the day, that is. Zephys, dispose of our visitor."Zephys
gleefully pulled out his spears. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave, D'Arcy. You'll
have all the time you need under the earth." Meanwhile, Hayate had gone around
behind D'Arcy, ready to move at Zephys' mark."You couldn't beat me when it was 1 on
1. What chance do you think you have here?" Zephys approached D'Arcy slowly with
spears raised. For all his bravado, Zephys was extremely cautious, wary of all the
tricks that the master mage had at his disposal. D'Arcy stared Zephys down in
return, showing no fear, as silver light surrounded him.Then the air trembled.
Zephys' eyes darted to D'Arcy's hand, but there was no sign of casting. Yet the
magic in the air was unmistakably the work of Dimensional Magic. Who was it, then?
Behind D'Arcy, Hayate had a better vantage point. A warp had appeared in space, and
two ethereal figures shimmered into existence. A moment later they were there in
flesh and blood. It was Murad and Yena, the two guests that D'Arcy were supposed to
receive at the reception.D'Arcy glanced at the blade in Murad's hand and saw
through its nature immediately. Suffice to say, his two unexpected guests left a
good first impression on him. He glanced at Hayate, then back at Zephys and Errol
on the other side."It's 3 on 3 now."
8BC0F3CC402EEB36_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8BD540C5610972B6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8BFA5355D7597DED_## = What is the secret to Marja's eternal youth?
8C0B69004B936428_## = Master
8C2135E1D2484C59_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8C2628D2CCA408A7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8C3408A50D60EAE0_## = Desert Friends
8C5E0A1F2D5B3418_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8C9224D0F28D4CB3_## = What would I do if I failed a mission?
8CD5D84A43903DC4_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8CE8F20106E913A9_## = Mercenary
8D34A0487DF39B55_## = Lindis
8D6F45B3AD3A0064_## = Cannot tolerate not bathing daily.
8D73FA459154D987_## = Big eater, biggest fan of charcoal-grilled beef
8D815BB79B46EE55_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8D8FAC6A228A7BE5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8DAA476BB70FCA77_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8DB29F7E0340C06B_## = Krixi
8DF326C3BC74744C_## = The sweeter her smile, the stronger her rage
8DF364A36FEB7C92_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8E19C40A4A27537B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8E2806CCC6FC7CF0_## = The home of beastmen and half-elves, Verno Forest was once
the frontline of the war between Afata and Lokheim. Today, it is Afata's gateway to
the outside world.
8E51FFB6EE611ABB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8E53A03A01DD601D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8E8FA3909D549155_## = Nothing can withstand the tide!
8E951822149486F8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8EAA32C853CBA700_## = Furball grumbles and grows when it is ignored.
8EC11EE6E1009233_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8EC739D69834EC39_## = Seasoul Town
8ED0E925C23C8593_## = Volkath places his full trust in Maloch, who has fought
alongside him in many battles. What Maloch lacks in intelligence he makes up for it
with loyalty and brute strength, and he became Volkath's chosen heir thanks to his
performance in battle.
8EE024196AE365C1_## = The Lord of Mischief
8F3FE29B6E36FB0C_## = Dark Lord Reborn
8F5C6DB9077EA8C5_## = Nemesis of Darkness
8F76D2FA926E81E3_## = Tell scary bedtime stories
8FA48DD497A60DC4_## = Unknown
8FE3640EC133B7FE_## = Prisoner
8FE640C300BB8F5F_## = Chapter 16
8FF804D818F94201_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
8FFA9322773CF0D6_## = The Mermidon
90195A468172131E_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
901BF8AA940EE6C4_## = Marja
902CB8E0C59F931A_## = "Embrace the cosmic void."\n\nTo Jinnar, time is not linear
but a matrix formed by countless strands of destiny. Touching any of the lines of
fate can cause ripples in the destiny matrix, which, in turn, can change a person's
past, present, and even future. When he was little, Jinnar did not realize the
danger of his innate talent. He told everyone without reservation everything he
saw, including the crimes that people had yet to commit, and their eventual
deaths.\n\nAt first, people paid no heed to what Jinnar said. However, when his
prophecies started coming true, anxiety and disquiet began to spread as people
began to take him seriously. "For heaven's sake, the boy is a demon!" Over time,
the inexplicable fear aroused begrudging wrath. Blinded by hatred, the people
rallied and, led by the village elder, attempted to exorcise Jinnar of the evil
inhabiting his body.\n\nJinnar's powers left the people of his home shocked and
startled. He was confined in a dungeon while they sought assistance from the
provincial capital. Incarcerated and in despair, Jinnar had a vision: He was
promoted to the altar as an acknowledgment of his unique talent. Gracefully
manipulating the strands of destiny with his immaculate fingers, he was in control
of the world.\n\n"What a stunning talent! I can still feel the destiny ripples
spreading from afar." All of a sudden, a ray of light lit up the dark dungeon.
Echoing through the corridor was a harmonious melody composed of a gentle female
voice accompanied by the brisk rhythm of high heels on stairs.\n\n"What...?" The
vibrations from the destiny matrix had subsided. Jinnar once again found himself on
the altar with his fingers entwined with countless destiny strands sending ripples
through the matrix.\n\n"My name is Ilumia. Maybe you've already heard of me, or
maybe not. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that you can choose to yield
before me, or to die." The gentle voice was heard again, but this time it was
somewhat bitter.\n\n"Who are you? How come I've never seen you in my visions? Not
now or anytime in the future?" The strands in the matrix were what Jinnar could see
in his vision. However, even though Ilumia was standing in front of him, he could
not envision her destiny. All he saw was a blazing beam of white light.\n\n"We are
on different levels. That's why you can't see me. Besides, you can't control your
power well enough to even see your future. That's why you are trapped here. But
don't worry. I'll teach you how to use this power... on the condition that you make
the right choice, of course."\n\n"I'll yield!" Jinnar answered in no time. Based on
what he had seen, he was convinced that there was no point in defying Ilumia.\n\nA
few days later, a holy fire engulfed the dungeon, blazing up toward the sky. The
village elder explained to the crowd that the demon within had been suffocatd in
the flames. He walked towards the crowd and gave his condolences to Jinnar's
parents, pretending not to notice the sense of relief on their faces.\n\nFrom that
day onwards, the Holy Hall accommodated Jinnar as a deciple of the voiceless
mantra. He became highly respected by the public. In order to show his
determination, he asked Ilumia, the Goddess of Light, for a Voiceless Artifact,
which he used as the core to forge a rare set of equipment, filling people with
awe.\n\nThe artifact given to Jinnar would protect him while he trained and allow
him to communicate with others without speaking. Instead, the artifact could emit
the voice of Jinnar's soul through vibrations. The artifact was, in fact, an
altered version of the Sealing Formation that ensured that Jinnar could not release
his power before fully mastering the destiny matrix. It was by Jinnar's request
that the artifact be voiceless.\n\n"Let none upset universal balance."
9033B13DAF12BFC9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
907BD499EB64DC28_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
90929A4E3B9C2C00_## = Wukong
9097CB769FFDF95E_## = Lokheim
909A634D43C9586B_## = The enemy is innumerable and the battle is raging.\nOur backs
are against the wall.\nJoin us now, and protect wall, hearth and home!
90AB5E61515F3988_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
90BF729488932EA2_## = Norman Allies
90C5D2BB4E192FAD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
90F472F52111B68F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
910513EA6E1078B8_## = Dark Lord Reborn
91093894ADB05D1C_## = Short skirt
910F9037986A9686_## = "I will become your sword and cut through thorns for you."
\n\nWhen Astrid bent the knee in front of Thane to take her vows, she was not yet
18. But as the bearer of the famous sword "Embertrail" and the legitimate heir of
the Duke of Roses, Astrid took up the mantle imposed upon her by history. She
raised the Flaming Rose standard high and stood next to Thane, showing the world
the allegiance of an old noble house to the new king.\n\nWith Astrid's support, the
doubts that followed Arduin's death eventually quieted and people started to
reflect on the failure of Arctica. Even though Astrid's father and brother died in
the war, she did not pay any mind to gossip and whispers from the Temple. Her
support in Thane's ascension provided some much-needed stability in times of
conflict.\n\nIn return, Thane awarded unprecedented honor to the Rose family, and
Astrid became the kingdom's first duchess. But before she could do anything with
her territory, dark powers returned with Taara leading the charge. Arduin and Mina,
corrupted by dark power, were spotted among their ranks.\n\nAstrid knew that the
murderous leader was one of those responsible for her father's and brother's
deaths. She could not wait to join the battle and avenge them, but Thane gently
stopped her. Looking at the girl with affection and care, Thane said, "You have
done enough for me. I shall take care of the rest."\n\n"My lord, I don't think you
understand," declared Astrid with her head held high, showing resolve that no man
of her age would ever possess. "I took my vows as a knight. Dukes can wait in their
castles for news of victory, but knights must charge into battle!" With that said,
she unclasped her crimson mantle, unsheathed Embertrail and led her knights to
war.\n\n"My resolve will never waver!"
911A1F24CFB45F32_## = To show kindness to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.
9127339B898D954B_## = Errol
913530A6E6AFBB82_## = City of Mercenaries
91385063536FDBA8_## = Go on, amuse me.
9144593CC05B1CD7_## = Annette
91751A0DB91B428A_## = The Great Wall of Norman lay on the southern border of the
kingdom like the spine of a great dragon.\nAs one of the wonders of human
civilization, the wall had foiled countless attacks from beasts of the Abyss, and
caused its maker D'Arcy to be venerated as a savior, if not a god. \nBut right now,
the savior had a little problem. At midnight each day, his right arm would begin to
ache – more than the pain of mortal flesh, it was the pain of one’s soul being torn
apart.\nSince he returned from the Void to Athanor, D'Arcy’s right arm had been
plagued by a strange stinging pain. For a while he had thought that it was just the
lingering effect of his battle with his former mentor, the infamous dark mage
Lorion, but as work on the Great Wall progressed and the attacks by Abyss monsters
intensified, so did the restlessness in his arm, as though something was trying to
escape from it.\nThis was more than just a little ailment.\nDrawing on his decades
of research on dark magic, D'Arcy called on the power of the Void, with which he
was becoming increasingly familiar, to suppress whatever presence it was that
dwelled in his right arm. But at midnight, when the Abyss and Elsonor are closest
to each other, the indescribable stinging pain would return.\nD'Arcy guarded his
secret carefully, not even sharing it with his closest allies, Sephera and Dirak.
The expenses and effort that went into the Great Wall had yet to fully demonstrate
their worth. D'Arcy must present a visage of strength, so that the Southern Legions
and the kingdom would believe that he and his Great Wall could keep the human world
safe.\nTap, tap. The sound of boots stepping on dirt interrupted D'Arcy’s
thoughts.\n“Who goes there?” D'Arcy put his left hand on his right arm. A silver
glow flickered in and out.\n“Er...” perhaps surprised and intimidated by D'Arcy’s
wary tone, the visitor paused briefly before continuing, “my apologies for
interrupting, sir. My name is Errol and I serve under General Edmond. The general
wants me to tell you that there have been unusual movement from the south lately
and a night attack is expected. The army is on alert and General Edmond asks you to
prepare for battle.”\n“Understood. Tell the general to expect me presently.”\n“Yes
sir. I’ll report back to him immediately.”\n\nThe footsteps faded away into the
night.\nWith him went the stinging sensation in his arm. D'Arcy was slightly
surprised – the pain disappeared much quicker than usual tonight.\n“Could it be
that...young man...”\nD'Arcy had seen Errol a few times with Edmond and his
impression has been generally a positive one – the young man was not particularly
imposing physically, but his heart was both kind and strong, not an easy thing to
maintain in the brutal environment of the army. He reminded D'Arcy of his younger
self – even though Errol was a Demon Hunter.\nD'Arcy typically avoided anything
having to do with dark magic for reasons that were well known. And the Demon
Hunters were the most successful products of the school. Errol and his friends
joined the Southern Legion in no small part to prove that they have severed any
ties they had with dark magic, just like how D'Arcy defeated his own mentor,
Lorion.\nThe sound of battle broke the peace of night. D'Arcy rose from his
reverie, donned the robe that the Council made for him, and recited an ancient
incantation.\nAfter several moments, he appeared in the air above the Great Wall
accompanied by a silver magic halo. In an instant the battlefield was awash in
powerful magic as both sides of the battle stopped fighting and looked up at this
intimidating new presence. The ceasefire was short-lived, however, as fighting
quickly broke out again, with the monsters of the Abyss charging into rains of
arrows and walls of spears at D'Arcy’s direction, oblivious to the danger,
seemingly drawn by an irresistible lure.\n“Perfect,” D'Arcy thought to himself as
he opened his arms and drew innumerable dots of light in the sky, linking them
magically and putting each one in its place. Within moments, his enchantment was
complete.\n\n“Now you shall taste the power of the Void – Mark of Sealing!”\nIn an
instant the Abyss monsters fell to the ground as though pinned by an invisible
hand. Some of the stronger monsters tried to struggle, but their movements were
slow and ponderous. The weaker monsters were simply crushed by the power of the
Void.\n“Now!” Watching from the battlements, Edmond turned and barked his orders at
his messenger, “Archers, fire! Give them three volleys of all that you have!”\n“Yes
sir!”\n“Cavalry, move out and hit them on the flanks!”\n“Yes sir!”\n“Infantry, go
to offensive formation and follow my flag!”\n“Yes sir!”\n“Errol!”\n“Huh? Oh, yes,
sir!” The young man was a split second late on the uptake, his attention focused on
the battle unfolding before his eyes.\n“Demon Hunters, you are free to engage –
focus on the beasts that still move, and clear a path for the infantry!”\n“Yes
sir!” Errol took the orders and quickly set off.\nD'Arcy had no idea any of this
was happening, his full attention focused on maintaining the enchantment. All he
knew was that these allies, comrades and friends, who have been with him since the
first stones of the Great Wall were laid, have never failed him.\n“Now – carve out
a path with your own two hands!”
919FE332C2F81008_## = Zephys Biography
91EF13B406120F44_## = He can only sleep soundly in Veera's arms.
9204950EAC1DBE59_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9220BB8FCA908285_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
922EBBFDEE1B5638_## = The Nether Queen
9231F8B2D3DAF76D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
92832A0B5F20FFC0_## = Marja
92A8A78D5895E77A_## = Her ideal partner is a boy with dark skin and an enchanting
smile.
92AA76B10DF673D1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
92AD82BA7708DCFC_## = Everything under the heaven is my domain.
92B271F23941C6F1_## = Spread religion
92C5EB7C23BFD76C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
92EBA3EAEC124E07_## = Battle of the Great Wall
9330B6662A449E5C_## = Your flesh shall nourish my soul.
933E3F706741C549_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
934E2EF307DBE1E4_## = "So...why did you join the revolutionaries?"\nThe sea of sand
slumbered under a night sky. The sand dune meandered yonder like silent waves,
while the infinite starry heavens shined bright above. Yena sat in front of the
fire, the light from it dancing on her face as she gazed high above at the crescent
moon, letting her memories drift off into the distant past.\n\nYena was 15 when the
crown prince of the Helios Empire came of age. She remembers holding the hand of
her sister, making their way through the assembled crowd to find a front-row place
to watch the ceremonial parade.\nThis was her first visit to the capital, and the
first time she saw the prince. The prince wore an exquisite white robe adorned with
gold, ivory and pearls. His face shone bright with youthful energy, standing out
even among the crowd of finely dressed nobles.\nYena looked down at her own rough
tunic, and felt embarrassed. She tried to straighten out the creases, but to no
avail. The sight of the prince filled her with envy and shame. He lived high in the
heavens, while she was a nomad brat from a remote corner of the desert, who would
never even have had the chance to see the capital if not for her merchant uncle,
who agreed to bring Yena and her sister to see the capital."The prince is the same
age as I am," said Yena as she walked through the city with her sister after the
ceremony had ended. "Why does he have the finest clothes, best food, best home, and
we have nothing but sand, hard bread and rough cloth?"\n"Well, he's the prince,
Yena. We're just common folk," replied her sister. \nYena was about to argue when
she felt someone grab her hand. A fat merchant in find clothes was glaring at her
angrily, while rolls of silk and cloth rolled on the ground behind him. The
merchant insisted that Yena had hit his horse, causing his goods to be spilled all
over the ground.\nYena hid her sister behind her and tried to reason, but to no
avail.\n"Beggars! Brats! Lying scum!" Yena felt a sharp blow across her face and it
took her a second to realize she had been slapped. Angrily, she charged at the
merchant and knocked him to the ground with one punch, but was quickly overpowered
by the merchant's slaves, who rained punches and kicks onto her thin fragile frame.
Onlookers gathered to watch the commotion, but no one reached forward to help the
rag-wearing sisters.\nYena wondered if she was going to die, and thought she heard
her attackers talk about selling her into slavery.\n"Make way! Make way for the
prince!"\nThe crowd quickly parts, letting the prince's procession pass. In the
middle of the procession was the prince's golden chariot, adorned with the empire's
sun emblem and surrounded by more than a hundred soldiers and servant. At the fore
of the procession, a man rode proudly on his high horse, clearing a way for the
prince.\nThe merchant and his servants quickly went to the side of the road, and
bowed, leaving Yena alone, and she finally had the chance to grab her sister and
run away from the scene. She had seen enough of the wealth of the capital, compared
to the poverty of the desert wastes. People on the streets made way for her,
wanting no part of this bloodied brat wearing tattered rags.\nYena felt shame and
anger as she had never felt. Out in the desert, she was free, hunting and raising
livestock with her people. She did not understand the luxury of the royal house,
the arrogance of wealthy merchants, the cold indifference of passers-by.\nThis was
not how things should be.\nAt the end of the road, Yena looked back and saw the
procession, the royal chariot's golden veil separating her and a world that was
alien to her.\nShe would never see him again, Yena thought.\nThe journey to the
capital that the sisters had looked forward to for so long came to an end. But the
impression remained in her mind. She became more contemplative, and could often be
seen sitting down to read.\nMeanwhile, the conflict between the Helios Empire and
Azzen'Ka raged. Yena's father had long left them, conscripted into the army; he
never returned. Her mother fell ill and became bedridden, broken by the pressure of
raising two young children on her own.\nA year later, Yena's mother died. Yena took
her sister and travelled to a remote cave, which the adults had always warned her
not to approach. The people here were traitors to the empire, they said. Those who
deal with them would be put to death.\nBut Yena came anyway, and found the outpost
of the Revolutionaries. They did not ask Yena why she wanted to join. Her eyes told
them everything they needed to know.\n...\n"So, long story short, you joined the
Revolutionaries because you envied me?"\nThe young man's voice brought Yena back to
reality. He sat across the fire from her, summarizing her story. Who could have
thought that the proud prince and the scrawny little girl from that fateful day
would become fellow wanderers, journeying across the desert? Fate works in
mysterious ways indeed.\nMurad's left hand held a wine flask, while his right
settled on his knee. He allowed his unkempt hair to fly wildly with the gusting
desert wind, something that would never have been allowed to happen back in the
day. His eyes were tired, the mark of someone who knew the meaning of pain and
hardship.He was free, and lonely, thought Yena. That is, if not for the band of
approaching bandits. In an instant she stood behind Murad, and with a flick of her
blade made quick work of a bandit who thought he had approached the pair
undetected.\nMurad was wide awake now, and he stood in front of Yena.\n"I'll draw
these guys' attention. You go around and find an opportunity to hit them from
behind."\nYena shrugged. Men. Very well, she would satisfy his alpha male
complex.\nIt was not long before Murad began to show signs of fatigue. His style
emphasized quick, decisive strikes; protracted battles against multiple foes was
not his forte.\nThen Yena stepped into the fray. Under the moonlight she danced,
and her footsteps were light as feather; her blade strikes, however, were another
matter. Silver circles ran through the bandit ranks, and one after another they
fell before they even saw her blade coming.\nSoon the sands were quiet. Yena
stretched her arms, and saw out of the corner of her eye the last bandit running
away.\n"I'm more used to fighting head-on. I'll leave it to you to hit them from
behind."\nMurad lifted an eyebrow in chagrin. He took a step forward, and before
Yena could see what he did, the bandit had fallen to the ground, unmoving.\nThe
desert quiet once more. Blood seeped through grains of sand, dark red under the
silver moon; soon they will be buried by the wind. Yena raised her arms and bathed
in the moonlight, her tender skin gleaming. She turned around and smiled.\n"You
asked why I joined the Revolutionaries. It's simple, really. I had one
question.\n"Why?"\n\n- The End -\n
93681C85382A716A_## = Located next to Nightmare Fort, Death Bay is fully under
Lokheim control and is the breeding grounds for Lokheim's mutated sea creatures.
93687ED45BE5EFB5_## = Light Mage
938B3D9534B62233_## = Elborne Woods
93D55912FE87C55C_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
941EED17760D1198_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
944D811983D08B89_## = "D…dad? Where am I?" \n\nIshar opened her eyes to see the
familiar face of her father, which calmed her a little bit.\n"You're home, honey,"
said her father. "Just lie in bed and don't worry. You must be hungry; I'll have
the butler bring lunch over, and you can eat in bed."\n\nDespite the harrowing
experience, Ishar could not help but feel a little excited about this. Eating in
BED! Would her father have allowed her to do that if that did not happen? But she
remembered that she had her loyal, furry companion with her, and it was nowhere to
be seen. In a half-panic, she asked, "Furball! Where's Furball?"\n\n"Shh." her
father put his finger over his lip and pointed to the other side of the bed.
"Look."\n\nFurball's ears twitched and it awoke from its slumber. The next instant
it leaped up onto the bed and into Ishar's arms, who eagerly rubbed her cheeks in
its fluffy fur. “Honey, I don't know what happened, and now isn't the right time to
talk about it." As Ishar's father stood up to leave the room, he suddenly turned to
look at her, and there was something in his tone that made Ishar listen carefully.
"But if someone asks about anything, anything at all about what happened…Say as
little as you can. Say nothing."\n\nHis voice was gentle, but firm and Ishar
nodded, holding Furball even closer to her chest. Ishar, of course, knew exactly
what happened. She was kidnapped by unknown assailants on her way to school this
morning. For a 13-year-old girl she responded with remarkable calm, but there was
little that she could do when she was taken and quickly blindfolded by the thugs.
She was safely back at home now, though, and the clock on the wall showed that she
was not unconscious for long - half a day, at most. If she was at school, she would
have just finished her afternoon nap, waking up to start the lessons of the
afternoon.\n\nIt was all like a strange dream, and it began to fade from Ishar's
memory as she woke up, as dreams so often do. Only the little creature in her arms
told her that what had happened was real and not a dream, as pink magical energy
slowly flowed out of its body and into Ishar's in the silent room. News of Ishar's
attempted kidnapping quickly spread across Kazell, for her father was Androl, one
of the leading candidates for Senate. Many of her father's acquaintances came to
express their sympathy and relief, and of course to gain favor with her father,
whose popularity only grew after this latest incident. She was also visited by
Valhein and Violet, two Demon Hunters assigned to the case, but they could not get
any useful information from Ishar, who took her father's advice to
heart.\n\nMeanwhile, Quillen, another Senate candidate rumored to be connected to
the case, visited Androl and Ishar after the commotion had died down. "May I
introduce to you my new secretary, Veres." Quillen pointed behind him to a young
woman with long, bright red hair. "Say, Veres, didn't you go to the same school as
young lady Ishar? St. Sephera's? I'm sure there are many things the two of you can
talk about."\n"Nice to meet you, Ishar. I've got a present for you, and I hope
you'll like it," said the young woman with a smile, as Ishar looked back at her,
seemingly at a loss for words.\n\n"Ishar, why don't you show Miss Veres the
garden?" Androl patted his daughter's head, nudging her on. That seemed to bring
Ishar back to her senses, and she curtsied as a proper young lady should, heading
for the garden with Veres following. In the garden, Ishar sent her attendant maid
away and turned to face Veres, holding Furball in her arms.\n"Are you a bad person,
Miss Veres?"\n\n"…Why would you ask that, Ishar?" Veres' face was impassive, but
her heart skipped a beat. How did the girl know?\n\n"I saw you, at the place where
I was taken to when I was kidnapped." There was a certainty in Ishar's voice that
told Veres she was not bluffing. Was her hearing so superhuman? But what was it
that the girl said - 'saw'? Not 'heard'?\n\nVeres could not remember the last time
she was caught so flat-footed, least of all by a young girl like Ishar. And this
was hardly a situation that could be resolved with force. It was Ishar, however,
who broke the silence.\n\n"I don't think you're a bad person," she said. "I saw you
fight the woman with a scar on her face. You weren't one of them."\n\nVeres felt
great relief, though with more than a little confusion mixed within. "Well, I'm not
exactly a good person either," she answered. "But I have no reason to harm you -
not now, at least." "I know." Ishar knelt down to brush Furball's fur, calming her
own nerves. As young as she was, she came from a family of politicians, and she
could already sense the faint inklings of conspiracy. \n\n"Furball tells me you
feel familiar, that I can trust you."\n\n"Oh? Does the little guy talk?" Veres
looked at the pink ball of fur curiously.\n\n"No - but I can sense its thoughts,
even share them. It was through Furball's eyes that I saw you." Veres' interest was
fully piqued now. "Very interesting…Would you mind telling me how you got away? By
the time I got out of the fight with that hag, you and everybody else was
gone."\n\n"I'm not sure," said Ishar, thinking back. "I remember a man who was
guarding say to the others that their cover was blown, and they should just kill me
and not leave any loose ends. I was scared, and then I felt the world go black. The
next time I woke up I was in my bed, at home." \n\n"Ah. Did you tell anyone? Like
your dad?"\n\n"No. I don't know what they would do to Furball if I did." Ishar
thought about it but decided to keep her promise to her father a secret. She felt
an affinity with Veres, but not so much that she would reveal the secret she shared
with her father.\n\n"Well, then, I have an idea…" Said Veres. Ishar returned to
school a few days later. She was 'recovered' sufficiently to 'remember' the details
of her kidnapping, allowing the Demon Hunters to find the kidnappers' hideout. The
place was empty by the time Valhein and Violet got there, however, and there was no
indication as to who the kidnappers were, what they wanted, or where they
went.\n\nNobody noticed that Ishar's father had begun arranging basic magic lessons
for his daughter.\n\n"No one will help me discover your secret, Furball, so I
will."
945D5CE0DF8CAD3A_## = Veda
945E315D21DFE5FD_## = South of the Sea of Light is the treacherous, reef-filled
waters of Horizon Sea. Mist Island is located here, protecting the naval gate to
Veda.
945F978B50E3CF9D_## = A makeup connoisseur, who is irked by any imperfection
94641CB3060E0007_## = To Maloch, Veera is the embodiment of intelligence, and he
will do whatever she says. At the same time, he also takes it upon himself to
protect her from harm.
946A83F307F48899_## = Diao Chan came from very humble beginnings, but her ruthless
ambition has taken her far. She was born to a simple handmaiden and was raised
under the assumption that she would never exceed her mother’s standing in life.
However, Diao Chan was blessed with incredible beauty. As she came of age, she
became very aware that she was more alluring than the beautiful fountains in the
royal cities that she visited.\n\nWhile many men sought her out, even some who
pledged to go on chivalric quests to win her hand, Diao Chan mastered the art of
restraint. She would eye the high lords and smile at them until they requested her
service. Once there, she would flirt and tease just long enough to put herself in a
position to extract maximum value from another.\n\nEventually, this process left
her in the service of a warlord. This warlord, always concerned with the next great
conquest, had heard rumblings of a horrendous dragon laying waste to towns and
wreaking havoc among the realm. If he could just find a way to defeat this dragon,
his real power would be known. All of the other lords would not only praise him,
they would also truly fear him. As he trained himself physically for the fight
ahead, he gave his servants the task of finding out different ways of slaying the
dragon.\n\nThe warlord had inherited a tremendously well-stocked library, filled
with volumes upon volumes of writings on every imaginable subject. Diao Chan had
been assigned to the magical arts section to scour for any information she could
find on defeating a dragon. As she poured over the stacks of spells and potions,
her interest in the subject took hold of her. She returned to the library day after
day and practiced what she learned under the cover of night. She found herself to
be a quick learner and was mastering advanced spells within a year. As she grew in
skill, she grew further from her difficult past.\n She found a sense of peace and
purpose on these pages and her newfound identity blossomed.\n\nAs she neared the
end of the library, the camp was attacked by a powerful warrior with dragon blood
known as Lu Bu. He tore through the camp, raining terror upon the soldiers. He was
outnumbered, but this did not matter; he was absorbed by rage and the outcome
turned. Diao Chan was curious about the power of this new challenger, and also felt
her heart moved by the obvious pain he carried within him.\n\nAfter Lu Bu slew his
last enemy, he was still consumed by anger; so much so that the very dragon powers
within him failed to respond to his command. The vitriol within him would have
taken his heart and devoured him, but a touch from Diao Chan’s hand cooled the
fires within. She had read about dragon magic in the library, and she knew the
spell necessary to still the vengeful thunder within him. He fell in love with Diao
Chan the first moment he laid eyes on her, and she was fascinated by
him.\n\nTogether, Lu Bu and Diao Chan traveled the realm, always by each other’s
side. They dwelled in relative peace and for a time things were right and good.
This time of tranquility came to an end when the Dragon Father, the very beast who
had given Lu Bu his dragon powers, came for Lu Bu. He was furious that Lu Bu had
abandoned his previous quest, and commanded that Lu Bu return to his service
immediately.\n\nBut Lu Bu would not leave Diao Chan. This infuriated the Dragon
Father and sealed the enmity between the two. They clashed in an epic conflict; a
stalemate of great magical powers. But the battle turned when Diao Chan gave her
magic to Lu Bu, allowing him to reach a higher form and smite the Dragon
Father.\n\nIn doing so, Diao Chan's magic bonded with Lu Bu, fusing the two into a
single entity. Theirs was the greatest love in all of Athanor, and its power healed
the darkness of anger and vengeance from Lu Bu's heart. In turn, through her
connection with Lu Bu, Diao Chan discovered a great power that would one day define
the history of Athanor.
9475AFF03CE98D8D_## = Name someone else better, and I'll kill them!
94B0293A6854B739_## = Once known as Errol the Crybaby.
94F2321BFAB11197_## = Unknown
9512E9868FCD2DEA_## = Quillen is a frequent guest at Ishar's house, and often
brings snacks for Ishar and Furball. But Ishar fears him for some reason that not
even she could say for certain.
952EDBD3DDB6C327_## = Lokheim
9549E96FC8CE90C5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Use
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and <color=#ffd200>participate in killing a related
hero</color> in a match.
959A83314DA7D08F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
95A34D5A41965BBC_## = Unknown
95C696CF3DC3DEF9_## = Soul Bond
95C99BD16D7CC0DF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9618DFD10E4AA42A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9627DF1A3744A7BE_## = Live to fight another day
962DB2847167506B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9634DA5D2FF4F621_## = Veda Inquisitor
9646826B3E0FFF14_## = No grass grows where she treads.
96481ADBCF77208D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9662D66AEC10A090_## = Murad cut down the foes in his path and ignored others,
heading straight for the center of the Lokheim formation where Skud was.It was
obvious that the man wielding the twin blades was trying to reach Skud, in order to
cut off the proverbial serpent's head. And the assassin was advancing through the
Lokheim ranks far too quickly for Preyta's liking - not to mention that there was
D'Arcy supporting the attempt.Preyta cared little for the rank-and-file abyssal
beast, but he was loathe to lose a useful commander like Skud. It was not so long
ago that the ninja Airi cut off Maloch's wings beneath Mt. Orphean, and Preyta was
not about to allow the same thing to happen again here. He pinched his wyvern's
neck, and the plague wyvern dived towards Murad's path, ready to unleash its plague
breath."Now!" A rift in space appeared in front of Murad. A moment ago Murad was
running on the ground, the next instant he was up in the air, behind Preyta."Not so
fast!" Preyta sneered, and his wyvern rolled to avoid Murad's attack - right where
D'Arcy wanted him. For D'Arcy was the one who was truly executing this attack, and
Murad merely his knife.A dimensional portal appeared next to Preyta, and the next
instant he was back in Murad's path of attack. With a sickening sound Murad's blade
sunk deep in Preyta's back, and blue-black blood gushed out.In an instant Murad had
stabbed Preyta four times, but he was not so naive as to believe that mere stabs
could bring down the Corrupted lord. While he attacked with the Blade of Space, his
other artifact, the Blade of Time, was being charged up and ready to be
unleashed."Look out!" D'Arcy yelled. Murad turned, and red fur filled his field of
vision. Before he knew it the massive impact knocked the air out of him and filled
his senses with nothing but pain, which blocked out even the noise of battle. A
dimensional portal opened and Murad reached the ground before he even began to
fall, though he would not be standing back up for a while.Watching the ball of fur
quickly leave the battle, D'Arcy felt a chill run down his spine. The power he felt
as the creature saved Preyta was of the same nature as what he wielded himself -
the power of dimensions.Preyta, meanwhile, was safe inside Zip. He knew of Zip, a
new breed of creature native to the abyss that Veera engineered, much more
intelligent than the mindless beasts still fighting on the front. He had heard
rumors about Zip's strange skill to manipulate space, though this was the first
time he had seen it with his own eyes.Preyta was curious, but there was a more
urgent matter on his mind. Where was the support he requested from Veera?"Hey, what
happened to respecting your elders? Who were your teachers? Didn't they teach you
to greet people when you see them? Tell me their names, and I'm gonna talk to them
about this next time I'm on Mt. Orphean!"Zephys, sent to support Preyta, found
himself sandwiched between Vedans, Jinna and Enzo, neither of whom spoke.Jinna did
not speak, for his words foretold the future.Enzo could speak, but he had nothing
to say to traitors who follow Lokheim.There was only one way to communicate -
fight.Zephys talked excitedly, but his mind analyzed the situation calmly. Neither
opponent was to be trifled with, and he recognized one of the men as the inquisitor
who had almost captured Hayate. It would not do for a Lord of Lokheim to slip up
against two younglings, no - what would his old friends on Mt. Orphean think?No, no
- it simply will not do to consider impures like these to be on the same level as
he. Zephys raised his twin spears."If your teachers won't teach you properly, I
guess I'll have to teach you a lesson myself!"
968F3FF558B4DACD_## = "Life is breathing, eating and sleeping. Responsibility? Who
cares?"\n\nIf there was one word that could describe Krizzix, it was lazy -
absolutely, hopelessly so. Despite his remarkable talent, he was loathe to take up
the mantle that fate bestowed on him, and he would not so much as cast one glance
at at the crown placed before him by the high priest, though he was much more
interested in the plate of fruit beside the crown.\n\nFortunately, Krizzix was only
lazy, not evil. He never failed to help somebody in need, even if he also never
failed to complain when he did so. But doing anything other than eating and
sleeping annoyed Krizzix to no end, and so when the high priest chose him to be his
successor, it took him only an instant to come to the decision to flee - but not
before taking a few fruits from the altar."Sitting on the altar, droning empty
words all day...you can't even pee without asking for permission! It's like those
infamous prisons of humans." Krizzix complained to his new friend Y'bneth. "Did
they think they could bribe me with just a few fruits a day? Pfft! Give me a few
plates a day, and maybe I'll think about it."\n\n"So, assuming you did become high
priest for a few plates of fruit a day. What would you do if you get tired of it?"
Said Y'bneth with a smile, as he handed a fresh, ripe fruit to his runaway
friend.\n\n"Easy. I run away and see what new stuff you have here." Kriez took a
bite out of the \nfruit, allowing its sweetness to permeate his taste buds.And so
Krizzix began his new life with Y'bneth. Krizzix enjoyed it very much, for Y'bneth
was knowledgeable, kind and generous. Here Krizzix could live the life he always
wanted - eat, sleep, and eat again. The most strenuous part of his life was rolling
over in his sleep.\n\nAs time passed, however, even Krizzix began to feel
uncomfortable about intruding on Y'bneth's hospitality.\n"Hey, is there anything
that I can do for you? Seems like you've done so much for me, and I haven't given
you anything back."\n"Friendship isn't about getting something in return," said
Y'bneth. "In any case, you are not yet ready to become involved in my
destiny."\n"Hey, don't you look down on me, you old piece of wood!" Shouted
Krizzix, miffed by the perceived slight. "I've got the blood of the ancient dragons
in my veins, you know!"Y'bneth smiled and placated his friend with a ripe and juicy
fruit. He did not dismiss Krizzix's natural talent, but he was clearly not ready to
face the terrible foe that was to come.\n\n"You just wait, I swear I'll help you,"
said Krizzix as he chomped on the fruit. He could shrug of criticism of his
character, but not criticism of his talent - especially not from his best
friend.\n\n...\n\n"What was I thinking at that time?" Krizzix could be seen
grumbling sometime later. "I should have just laid back and enjoyed my life, not go
out and look for trouble."\n\nThat day, Krizzix promised Y'bneth to study with his
friend and become a guardian of the forest, in order to help Y'bneth. It took only
one night for Krizzix to regret his decision, but this time he did not run away. He
kept his promise, and began to learn how to unleash the potential in his
blood.Krizzix was lazy, a glutton, a ne'er-do-well, but he always kept his
promises. That was why he ran away - he did not know if he had what it took to
carry the burden of responsibility, or if he had the will to carry on. Which was
why he fled.\n\nYears later, Krizzix thought back to the grueling training he went
through with a shudder. Yet he had to admit that it was the training that allowed
him to not only survive the Lokheim invasion, but also rescue countless comrades
from the edge of death. Rather than fight directly on the frontlines, Krizzix used
his ability to blend in with the environment and camouflage himself to walk freely
in and out of the battlefield, carrying back crucial intelligence and injured
comrades. His contributions even earned him the approval of his people, who once
detested him for his laziness and lack of responsibility; they even proposed to to
invite him back to the tribe as high priest.\n\nAlways the free spirit, Krizzix
sensed that something was up and quickly fled, preferring a free life in the wilds
than the bondage of fame and fortune.
969C413DFDEED1A7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
96A67E615E5E1AFB_## = By chance, a fragment of the ancient dragon's soul became
embedded within Hayate, becoming a piece of the puzzle for Volkath's resurrection.
96C0C021EB1D8855_## = Murad
96C164FAFCF92609_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
96C97E14F77C344D_## = Follow the Light and serve well, and you shall receive
guidance.
96D1AF74887EFB7C_## = The Illest
96D1F3C32D1B76F5_## = He often gets into fights with Zephys when the latter gets a
little too talkative.
96F7A25C243B1901_## = Dirak
973B325879F1ADD3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
978924940C576932_## = The Messenger of Elysium
979035B5D5760881_## = Deep in the underground Abyss where the sun does not shine,
the only light in sight was a few candles, struggling to illuminate the great
darkness of the cave.\nOmen sat in the middle of an ancient inscrutable magic
circle, blood flowing through the circle's patterns towards Omen. Even in slumber,
Omen's thirst for blood did not wane.\nQuick steps approached from outside the
cave. A servant had come, chanting an ancient incantation. The blood stopped
flowing, and Omen opened his eyes. He saw the servant's mouth open and close, and
wondered what the meat-sack was saying. It took some time for Omen's still-
lethargic brain to process the message.\n"Rime Passage? Interesting...but before
that..." A long blade impaled the servant, drawing him towards Omen. It was a
weapon made to kill, for it pleased Omen to bring his prey before himself.\nThe
servant knew his fate when he was ordered to wake Omen. Still, he could not help
but tremble when the end did come. Omen watched the fear on the servant's face, and
he smiled.\nThis was merely the appetizer to a great feast of slaughter.Rime Pass
was one of the major passages leading to Lokheim. While Veera's forces engaged
Arduin on the front, a Veda army broke through the defenses in the rear. Demons and
Corrupted corpses lined the snowy passage, vultures fighting over the best bits,
while the Veda army, emboldened by their victory, pushed towards the narrow passage
beyond.\n\nThen they saw a lonely figure appear through the icy mist on the other
side, carrying an ominous dark red blade.\nOne man, against a hundred
thousand?\nThe Veda general signaled for his man to stop. Something about the
strange figure made him uneasy. The man - or whatever it was - looked entirely
unconcerned, as though he had come here for vacation.\nAs the figure approached, an
old soldier suddenly squealed, "O - Omen! Omen the Insatiable!"\nThe soldiers'
faces turned ashen at these words. Omen was the stuff of nightmares for every child
in Athanor, and every single one of them had heard how Omen would come in the
middle of the night and eat them alive if they did not behave. Yet Omen himself was
seldom seen on the battlefield, because he did not discriminate as to who he
killed, and was just as eager to slaughter demons and Corrupted as he was the
soldiers of Veda. The fact that Veera was willing to unleash him at all was an
indication of how dire the situation at Rime Pass was.\nBut still, it was just one
man - or demon, as it may be. How could he possibly hold back a hundred thousand
men? Trying to hold back his fear, the Veda general raised his sword and cried,
"Charge!"\nOmen looked up, and his crimson eyes flashed with hunger. He opened his
arms and welcomed the horde bearing down on him.\nThe slaughter was about to begin.
A red mist covered the battlefield.\nOmen could not remember how many he killed,
only that it was many. He extended his blade and drew towards him the nearest thing
that was still living, and saw before him the Veda general, who was no longer even
trying holding back his fear. Omen had seen such terrified expressions many, many
times.\nThe feast was just about to begin.\nSnapping the general's neck like one
might squash a fly, Omen's blood-red eyes scanned the battlefield for his next
prey, eagerly allowing his bloodthirsty instincts to take over.Night had fallen.
The Veda advance had been stopped at Rime Passage, the deep snow turned a bright
red. The air smelled of blood, and Omen laughed as he turn his gaze to the routing
army, the remaining soldiers throwing down their weapons and shields, running
desperately for their lives.\nGood. It was more fun if the prey tried to run.\nBut
they will not get away - not a single one of them.\n\n- The End -
979C7CEEDBAA6644_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
97C2864F3FA45614_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
97FB491429D9927C_## = Savory blood, with a hint of sweetness.
9802DE21312DC22B_## = Aleister
9809403D95596971_## = You seek more than a mercenary?\nA true companion?\nAll the
more you have to prove.\nI will wait.
985E5ADCB8AF8BFC_## = Honorary president of the Kingdom of Norman Widows and
Orphans Society.
98B2C3415AD9A710_## = Loves to drink and can really hold it.
98C19D19A47DF9BF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
98DD7A56BA7570CC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
98E2D1835C98D74C_## = Butterfly
98F33A25E0744B47_## = Hall of Wealth
99505F5D49190887_## = I have a specimen of almost every rare prey in the world,
except one...
996ECE42A30D89E7_## = 8 Aug
9983974C4F397C1C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
999D587ADAB8B366_## = Travelling upstream along the Elda River is the only way to
approach Elborne Woods on land. The terrain is rugged and high cliffs line the two
banks of the river.
99E0CD6D1EF50886_## = Goal of the Mission
99E33F6870CF571D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9A19BDA45A2AB3EC_## = This will not go unpunished!
9A41B86BC8E0798A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9A7EC675360C01BA_## = Kil'Groth Biography
9A8440858B5B1598_## = Beneath the bright desert sun,\nthrough sand dunes and harsh
winds,\nI have found my oasis.
9AA05A24141516F4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9AF423DBAD04858F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
9B61967FC52F44A9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9BA77D320B237554_## = This just can't be allowed! You know what I'm talking about,
right?
9BFE67C4C6949AAF_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
9C15FB66F76E9B39_## = Dark Lord Reborn
9C234EBA6DB52BAF_## = Greetings, my friend from faraway.\n\nWise decision you made
there to be my partner.\n\nWelcome to the world of magic, here I am as their
leader.\n\nProtecting you will be my top priority.\n
9C7FB885B6D5F4FF_## = Kingdom of Norman
9C9C15EB21775560_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete
a kill</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero.
9CCC062203E156B7_## = I have travelled far and wide by myself, and I know how hard
a companion is to come by.\nNow let us walk together, like the wind through the
trees.
9D29035499B6C582_## = First Generation
9D395862EC508289_## = Lord of Lokheim and the demons
9D4E4C9D68A73B38_## = She was not good at theory
9D8FA34877E50B89_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9D9C8D1C66ADDB51_## = Spends a lot of time brushing her nine tails.
9DB4BF6249E70D24_## = Zill
9DC92340FF306404_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9DDAB4CB6040E3E5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9E0A5D34B17A16B8_## = Zip Biography
9E0C0B3BFC726992_## = Zip
9E1387D107C76EF4_## = Thane's name is seemingly written on the first page of every
book on human history. Not only did he break the dark reign, but he was also the
pioneer of technology. In a time when faith was scarce and demons ran amok, humans
used technology to break away from being ruled by demons and became their own
masters.\n\nFrom a refugee that could barely protect himself to a king that
everyone admires, Thane has undergone arduous training, has seen dead bodies
covering battlefields, has slain countless demons and has lost countless friends.
But Thane never gave up, and he always led his troops through dark times, clinging
onto glimpses of hope when there was almost none.\n\nOn the day of his ascension to
the throne, he earned enormous respect from his people. Even though the Temple, was
wary of his rise, and dubious politics overshadowed the capital, people still
believed that Thane would be the one to lead them to a bright and peaceful
future.\n\nThat's why Valhein, The Demon Hunter, brought his people from afar and
swore fealty to Thane.\n\nThat's why Astrid, The Indomitable, risked the honor of
her family and cleared the way for Thane to become king.\n\nThat's why Raz, The
Fist, became a spy and formed the resistance in an enemy camp.\n\nHuman fighters
have decided to stop fighting against each other and unite under Thane, combining
their strengths to create a tidal wave that will push history forward and drive the
demons back to their abyss. When a savage beast learns self-control, even gods
should be afraid. Throughout all of this, Thane has kept his head cool, because
when the horn of war is blown, he will lead the charge.\n\n"With this sword in my
hand, I will vanquish all evil!"
9E160F16584DAB90_## = Tel'Annas Biography
9E3A98DC21C057C2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9E3DE50B4E118129_## = Though she was a member of the Normal royal family, Alice
grew up in the care of Veda, and saw Veda as her home even after the church sent
her back to the Castle of Origin.\n\nAs the war in the south wrapped up, the church
decided to send Alice back to the Kingdom of Norman in a bid to increase support
for the church among Norman nobles, paving the way for the church to expand its
presence in the kingdom.\n\nAlice had heard many thing about the world of adults
from Yorn, but that world came far sooner than she had expected. She bid farewell
to her adopted home of Mt. Orphean and headed for the Kingdom of Norman, where
Thane, the new king of Norman and the hero of humankind, was waiting for her...
9E5D86D2CCDCC191_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9E76207D00053D09_## = Arthur Biography
9E834FCE2D3EB2F1_## = Moulin
9EABF33DC02CA3D3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9EAEB8C2B002F0E2_## = Ormarr Biography
9EDDF58AA39A821F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9EF273BF2CB83CF7_## = Eland'orr
9F152D8ECCC3C9F9_## = Sunfall Valley
9F431BC2F21AE71B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9F4A80E5D28CE165_## = Starlight
9F50FD8A6828A50E_## = 2 Mar
9F70EEA663837660_## = Kazell
9F7B788F5958F64B_## = A long voyage to sea is no laughing matter,\n\nso pull your
own weight.\n\nAnyone who doesn't fear the sea will die a terrible death,\n\nso get
yourself ready for the sail!
9F877B3DAC23F182_## = Don't touch my robes, you'll soil them.
9FA3A60DBF5A1313_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9FA458B094BA6B23_## = Afata
9FA7C088C6D05E05_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9FB57DEB8BE8CC05_## = The Adorable Mystic
9FCA2A14D2D99A0F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
9FD53F94952DA06F_## = Memories are even more intoxicating than wine.
9FDA70BC3A5C6E90_## = Taara
9FE898E0DA0F23A6_## = Raz
A067030B14A102DA_## = Hayate Biography
A0A1460345D63296_## = I cannot go on...
A0A175B5C9E200AF_## = Even the gods will flee!
A0BC95ED11B4466D_## = Omen would love to know what the native fauna of the Abyss
taste like, and so Zip stays as far away from him as it could.
A0C25BEF8E3D8722_## = Grakk
A0CBB54A256B617B_## = Personally drafted Volkath's early love letters to Marja.
A12537AA9F4F469D_## = Eland'orr Biography
A13EFBA0EDF479F8_## = Avoid being harassed by women
A14130AE17393494_## = Preyta Biography
A149C8431CCB137D_## = Dirak and D'Arcy were inseparable in their younger days, at
times leading to strange rumors about their relationship. It is said that D'Arcy's
dark demeanor comes from listening to Dirak complain all the time.
A174FDA620CFE1C9_## = Kahlii
A17857C71CB593AB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A20B0F634EAA98CE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A23BC0F4F79AA5EF_## = Rourke
A23D8E1BCA8CC28C_## = Goddess of Light
A2424932623D9A77_## = Abyss Legion
A24563ED42A672D7_## = Maloch
A25C98D5D029C4A2_## = 28 Dec
A281A87129DBB5F1_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A284F0F8079DE3AE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A28A07E551E44556_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A28E2155A6802F0D_## = A pair of black metallic scissors was entangled by two pink
strands and dangled amid the flickering candle light.\n\nKeera pulled her fine
hair, strand by strand, until she connected everything that could cause harm. After
decorating the room carefully, Keera blew out the candle and crept back to the
corner of the room quietly.\n\nIn the darkness, she hugged her knees with her
delicate arms. Draped on her thin back was an oversized worn robe. She let the
rough wall cut bloody lines on her back. The pain comforted Keera at this very
moment.\n\nIn this dark cellar, only pain could remind her that she really
existed.\n\nEmbraced in this meager satisfaction, she closed her eyes and fell into
a slumber.\n\n"Ding Dong!"\n\nThe crisp chime of a bell disturbed the silence in
the cellar.\n\nKeera startled as she awakened. Her blood boiled and the tiny iris'
of her eyes glowed with a demonic shade of red.\n\n"The old thing is back!"\n\nThe
bell was one of the contraptions Keera set up: The silver bell was connected to
strands of rope made of spiderwebs; the durable spiderweb rope passed through a gap
in the door and all the way into the passage. Many such contraptions were installed
here, making the announcement of any visitor inevitable as long as they entered as
these ropes would trigger the bells and alert Keera without the intruder
knowing.\n\nSharp scissors dangled above the door of the cellar; mud filled with
dozens of rusty nails lay under the door; and a broken cudgel was suspended on the
cabinet nearby. These preparations lay in wait of any intruder who opened the
door.\n\n"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"\n\nThe mental countdown only served to excite Keera
further. The old thing had been gone for many days, which gave Keera enough time to
set up everything and filled her with great anticipation.\n\nKeera still remembered
that the last time the old thing left, he was gone for less than half a day. During
this time, she spiked his wine barrel with her secret stash of poisonous fangs and
spider eggs; and when the old thing returned, she served him his wine obediently,
only to be seen through by his fierce gaze. To her surprise, the old thing didn't
punish her. In fact, he praised her actions and even let her play at the riverside
for half a day.\n\nKeera really enjoyed the feeling of lying in the water as it
reminded her of her dead mother. She had been with the old thing for so long that
she barely remembers her mother's face. But even so, her most unforgettable
memories were still fresh in her mind.\n\nAlthough she didn't understand why the
old thing would reward her, but after that incident, Keera understood one thing:
the old thing would let her play by the riverside if she set up another trap. As a
result, she put in more time and effort this time to design a fabulous trap to
welcome the old thing's return. Keera believed that she could do even better if not
for the limited resources in the cellar.\n\nShe even believed that she could make
the old thing bleed.\n\n"This must hurt!" Keera spoke to herself as she drew
circles in the air with her fingers. "Maybe he'll even be hurt so badly that he'll
have to lie down on the bed for several days. If that happens, I'll be able to do
whatever I want..."\n\nUpon thinking of this, Keera's face became red with
excitement, making her look like a ripe apple.\n\n"Creak..."\n\nThe old door
opened.\n\n"Hi." The gentle voice of a woman filled the dark cellar with a water-
blue magical halo.\n\nIt's not the old thing!\n\nKeera lifted her head in
astonishment to see the scissors descending onto the head of the woman.\n\n"Is this
how you say hi?" The woman waved her hand. The falling scissors were suspended in
the air by a floating globe of water. At the same time, Keera noticed that the mud
below the woman's feet had been enveloped in a mass of pale blue and the cudgel
swinging at the woman had been stopped by one very thin finger. Keera found herself
envious of this woman.\n\n"Who are you?" Keera's childish voice conveyed her
undisguised surprise and joy.\n\nThe flushed look on Keera's face was perfectly
disguised by the shadows in the corner. For some strange reason, the woman made
Keera feel calm and peaceful, and reminded her of the happy times she spent playing
in the river... In Keera's eyes, the figure of the woman in front of her overlapped
with the shadow of her "mother".\n\nFor that reason, her tone was strangely
intimate.\n\nThe woman frowned because she found Keera's reaction to be
inexplicable. "I'm Sephera, a mage from Carano. What should I call you?"\n\n"Keera.
The ol…teacher always calls me Keera." Keera looked at Sephera apprehensively, her
expectant gaze filled with an innocence that didn't seem to be fake.\n\nTeacher,
huh? This will be slightly troublesome then.\n\nSephera massaged her head gently
with her index finger and middle finger. She couldn't make a decision about the
little girl in front of her.\n\nAfter staying silent for some time, Sephera
approached Keera who was sitting in the corner and extended her hand. "Your teacher
has left this place, but I can take you home. Do you still remember where your home
is?"\n\n"Home? What is a home?" Seeing that Sephera had approached her, Keera was
both afraid and excited. Her pointed ears that lay hidden behind her hair trembled
with her pounding heart. However, she continued to hug her legs because she was
afraid of offending this woman who she felt so close to.\n\nSephera frowned, "Elven
blood runs through your veins?"\n\n"What's elven blood? Keera doesn't know what
that is."\n\n"Come here and let me take a closer look at you." Sephera reached out
once again.\n\nKeera didn't reject her this time. She extended her scar-riddled arm
and placed her tiny palm against Sephera's hand and felt that calming tranquility
from point blank. She seemed to remember something like this in the
past.\n\n"Heavens above! What did Lorion do to you?!" After seeing all the scars on
Keera's arm, Sephera pulled Keera into her embrace and caressed her tiny back
compassionately, only to find it also covered in scars.\n\nSephera trembled and
recalled her first meeting with D'Arcy—at that time, he was also a stubborn and
strong-willed kid and his body was also covered in scars caused by black magic
experiments. This little girl called Keera was subjected to the same abuse as
D'Arcy and they both called Lorion their teacher.\n\nSephera decided to do
something when she recalled D'Arcy's past. She stroked Keera's hair and said,
"Everything is fine now, child. I'll bring you back to Carano with me. That place
is our home. It is the home of all mages!"\n\nKeera pressed her face against
Sephera's and resisted the urge to lick her face. She responded to Sephera in a
well-behaved manner.\n\n"Home! I'm going home with Sephera!"\n\nHowever, hidden
deep in her heart was something else that she didn't dare to say out loud:\n\n"I'm
going home, with Mommy!"
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<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A2C04C9DFE1130E2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete
a kill</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero.
A2C4D07D1326322D_## = 10 Oct
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<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A2DBA63E10A946DD_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A2F7C5D81F402C4F_## = Forward, to a brave new word!
A2FAADB36ABD3A6E_## = Keera is a half-elf. As her parents were slain in a war
shortly after she was born, she was found and raised by a group of dark mages.
Having been corrupted by dark magic for a period of time, she developed a distorted
personality. Despite this, she was eager to be loved.\n\nWhen she was little, she
massacred the group of dark mages who raised her for unknown reasons. This turn of
events attracted Lorion's attention, which made him decide to name Keera as his
apprentice.\n\nAfter Lorion fled when he was discovered by D'Arcy and his fellows,
this grim little girl gained Sephera's attention. She brought Keera back to the
Carano Academy and gave her love and care that she never had before.\n\nAnd now,
Keera is a normal student of Carano Academy, and almost no one knows about her dark
past...
A308B2801134BE84_## = Night Owls
A30DCD6E58CC8493_## = Go to bed
A32375370DB105A1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A33419BABFC8EE47_## = Tee and Mee lived carefree lives before they became knights.
No matter how close the war came to the land of the Afata, the clever Mee would
always say, "The sky will never fall on me!" Meanwhile, all Tee cared about was
eating his fill each day.\n\nSadly, the good days were about to come to an end. It
became harder to find food, what with all of the forest's resources being funneled
into the war. The brothers had to get jobs cleaning up the battlefields in exchange
for food and daily necessities. Even so, Mee never let any opportunity slip him by.
"Finders keepers!" he would say.\n\nWhen the humans and the Veda joined the war,
TeeMee began to find stranger items, the most valuable of which being the armor of
a knight. It was just large enough to fit both brothers and was engraved with the
Vedan symbol for "resurrection." The masterpiece was built by Max the Wunderkind.
Sweeping (and scavenging) the battlefield may not have compared to the fray of war,
but it was still rife with danger. Still, they never in their wildest dreams
expected this armor to save their lives.\n\nOne day, in the midst of battle, the
Lokheim army suddenly retreated. After the opposing army had cleared their troops
from the battlefield, they sent in a crew to sweep up the battlefield, TeeMee among
them. It was at this time that the Lokheim army returned. Forced into battle, Mee
used all his wits to guide Tee and their allies on the battlefield, leading them to
fight back from higher ground.\n\nAnd Tee, faced with the threat of death, grew
focused and determined. He followed Mee's every command and even put himself
between their allies and danger. With the armor's incredible defenses and the power
from the engraving, TeeMee held off the Lokheim army until the army returned and
proceeded to crush their enemies.\n\nAfter the battle, the brothers were showered
with praise and gratitude, and it gave them a swell of pride. "This feels pretty
good, huh?" Mee cautiously suggested. "I love it!" Tee replied emphatically. And so
it came to pass that TeeMee fought in the front line. The brothers came away with
their share of ridiculous and funny stories, but it was their determination and
bravery that earned them respect.\n\n"We'll make our own path to the stars!" Mee
exclaimed. \n\n"To the stars!" Tee echoed.
A33FCCBD0D7CCD73_## = "Fairness is the most important thing in any trade! \n\nSlimz
operated in the lands between the Castle of Inception and the Forest of Shadows.
Like many traders, he had always believed in the business principle of "fairness".
Once conditions for a trade were met, Slimz demonstrated this "fairness" by milking
his business associates dry.\n\nUnder the guise of being a successful merchant,
Slimz ended up taking complete control of all transactions conducted in the border
lands and became the ruler of this gray realm. After war broke out, Slimz
recognized a business opportunity and persuaded the arms specialist Moen to build a
Castle of Alchemy in the border lands. This castle would serve as a continuous
supply of weapons and equipment to warring men, beasts, or anything else that could
pay the price. After all, Slimz was a trader and neutral in the matter.\n\nBusiness
boomed for Slimz and he accumulated an astounding fortune, yet the scope of the war
grew larger and larger. To protect his wealth and the flow of his business, Slimz
had the foresight to build a private army that comprised of wild beasts, men and
alchemy puppets. Unfortunately for Slimz, it was Preyta, the supreme commander of
the Fallen, who was the first to go after his wealth. Slimz fought tooth and nail
and even enlisted the support of Omega, the Awoken Mech for support, but he was
unable to save the Castle of Alchemy from its ultimate fate. His wealth, which took
him many years to accumulate, was lost in a single night.\n\nHungry to regain his
wealth and status, Slimz returned to the Forest of Shadows and entered a new
agreement with Tel'Annas, the Queen of Spirits: The agreement stated that the queen
would mobilize forces to retake the Castle of Alchemy, while Slimz remained in the
Forest of Shadows and protected it in her absence.\n\n"The debt you owe me will be
repaid one day!"
A378C9CF5B82E043_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A37C03D5176CF4EA_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A3A59F33690F6D4C_## = "It was not a surprise...her body was too weak for the
transformation."\n"One month to live...how terrible..."\n\nVeera's sleep was light.
The voices next door were low, but she heard them clearly. She opened her eyes and
smiled in chagrin. Abandoned by the gods, she followed Volkath into the Abyss, only
to find herself rejected by the demons.She stood up and with unsteady steps came
before the mirror. She undressed and looked at her own reflection, pallid skin
wrapped upon bones, waiting for the call of death that might come at any time. She
poked at her protruding ribs, and immediately a bruise formed at the spot like
black ink.\nUgliness she could live with, but she despised her body's weakness, a
blight that bad cursed her all her life.\nThe halls had been quiet lately. Maloch's
army must have already left. She had tried to help, submitting a detailed strategic
and tactical plan to Maloch, but he returned it with an apologetic
expression.\nVeera understood. She had never seen a battlefield with her own eyes.
Her plans were imagined ideals, impractical and lacking in reality.Veera put on a
robe and walked out of the palace. Two servants tried to stop her, but stopped as
soon as they saw tears on her face. There was pity in their eyes, and she loathed
it.\nVeera walked faster and faster, breaking into a run. She ran and ran, without
aim or awareness, until her clothes were tattered and she could run no more. She
fell to the ground, watching the moon in the sky, and cried until her tears ran
dry.\nAll she ever wanted was to fight alongside her comrades.When she was
exhausted from crying Veera rolled herself up into a ball and fell asleep. The cold
moonlight shone on her, and her pale skin was almost transparent.\nThen, a tiny
speck of purple light drifted from somewhere, circled her as though examining her
with curiosity, and entered her body. Then more and more such specks began to
gather around the sleeping Veera, leaping excitedly around her and merging with her
one by one. At times they looked like they were eagerly discussing, at times they
looked like they were in a solemn ritual.Veera opened her eyes. Something felt
different. She looked down and found her body to be healthy and perfect, and she
felt strength and power such as she had never felt before.\nShe stood up and found
herself standing in the middle of a boneyard. The skeletons of countless great
beasts lay silent, hollow eye sockets staring at her, the howling night wind
echoing among weathered bones.\nVeera learned much about the ancient legends when
she was at Veda, and she knew she had stumbled upon the boneyard of Maniara, Primal
Night. She looked up at the skull at the highest place, half-buried in sand. Her
heart pounded and she was at a loss for words. All she could do was kneel down and
prostrate herself in the domain of her benefactor, and as she did she heard an
ancient voice speak to her."I shall grant you health as you have never felt, and
power as you have never wielded. In exchange, you will fulfill my request."\n"What
is it?"\nOnly silence greeted Veera. A wind carried the white ash covering the
ground into the air, glittering dust in the bright moonlight, and all was quiet, as
though nothing had happened here.\n\n- The End-
A3B4F77B5869A1FC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A3BB9F4BB4A93952_## = 23 Dec
A3C0C77B5D49D91A_## = Errol the Clumsy
A3C19DBFCBC63F3A_## = Seine Peninsula
A3FC39699A5190CC_## = Brunhilda Biography
A414EF1C1F143F5A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A4234AC0F8C153AE_## = Demon Hunters
A461182AE7FEE525_## = Veera
A4627929641B52B4_## = Butterfly
A4948875B091BD0F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A494F5DD43D2CF31_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
A4BF80AE40FBF30F_## = Once taught Valhein a harsh lesson.
A4BF9BCE9ECE3EA1_## = "She was born to the song, in heaven, and on the
earth."\n\nIn the quiet night the sound of a song broke through the flickering
campfire, towards the night sky where the stars sparkled. A white-haired elf with
green eyes sat before the fire, holding a lute in his arms and singing 'Birth of
the Queen'. The elves of Athanor are an enigmatic race. Their beauty, mystery, and
magic are the stuff of song and legend, and the exploits of Queen Tel'Annas, who
fell Volkath, Lord of Darkness with a single arrow, are well known across the land.
\n\nFew have seen an elf in person, however, for they live in the quiet and
secluded Elborne Forest, far away from the world. And so, the caravan eagerly
greeted Eland'orr, honoring their pointy-eared guest to fine fruit wine and bread
sprinkled with spices. For in the lore of adventurers it was said that elves did
not partake in beasts, be it their flesh or their milk.\n\nEland'orr had walked
three days and three nights with naught to eat but water. Elves were the blessed
children of nature, nourished by the fruits of the earth, but the Federation, for
all its rich mineral resources, lacked the verdant growth of the elven homeland. It
was not at all uncommon for Eland'orr to go hungry for days on end.\n\nThat would
not happen today, however, and in return for his hosts' generosity, Eland'orr
played for them the well-known song 'Birth of the Queen'. As his song filled the
night air to the accompaniment of his lute, his audience felt the fatigue of travel
leave them, replaced by a quiet joy.\n\nFinally, the day was done and the merchants
retired to their tents. Eland'orr alone remained by the campfire, absent-mindedly
running his fingers across the surface of a strange magic lamp. "Thank you."
Eland'orr's reverie was broken by a sudden interruption. One of the mercenaries in
the employ of the caravan revealed himself from the darkness. Eland'orr looked up
in confusion as the mercenary continued.\n\n"You sang well. Better than any bard
I've seen. Even the old wounds of the soul seemed to heal before your
song."\n\n"Thank you. It's my joy and my mission to bring peace and happiness to
every being."\n\n"Indeed," said the man, stopping before the fire.\n\n "But there's
something in your eyes that your song does not tell. Something that tells of
loneliness, and sadness."\n\n"Is that so?" Eland'orr answered nonchalantly. \n"Mind
telling me about yourself? No offense, but this is my job." The soldier's hand was
on his sheath, and his lower bodied looked relaxed, but strong. He was ready to
pull out his blade at any moment. "I smell something familiar from you…or rather,
from that lamp over there. The smell of the forbidden arts."\n\n"Relax, Demon
Hunter. I intend no harm." Ignoring the soldier's surprised expression, Eland'orr
gestured for him to sit. "I've heard about you and your friends from other
adventurers. Do not trouble yourself with my companions. They will keep their
powers in check. You yourself know well that the power of evil could also be used
for good."\n\n"I'm sorry, but I can't trust you until you tell me what that lamp
is." The mercenary remained on his guard.\n\n"Then let me sing another song for
you, one of my own, which the world has never heard." The corners of Eland'orr
mouth picked up, and he began to sing:\n\nWhen the arrow pierced the Damned,
\n\nWhen the shadow took her hand.\n\nThe flowers wilt, the earth frozen.\n\nBound
not to life, nor to death,\n\nThe light of souls, in the lamp did dwell.’ \n\nThe
Wanderer's Redemption' told the story of the changes that came upon the forest
after the First Invasion. Tel'Annas and the other guardians had become afflicted by
dark energy, which they purified using the Soul Lamp. But the Soul Lamp was damaged
because of the Wanderer's curiosity, causing deadly dark energy to sweep across the
forest and resulting in countless deaths, including the Wanderer's family and
friends. The queen went into a deep slumber, and for his deed, the Wanderer was
imprisoned for centuries. "So… you’re that Wanderer you sang about?" The soldier
had sat down beside Eland'orr, setting his sword on the ground.\n\n"Yes. For
hundreds of years, I sat alone, facing the Soul Lamp by day and by night. It was my
punishment for my sins, I thought. But then I began to feel it - a pulse, a little
tremor coming from the Soul Lamp that belonged only to the souls of the living.
Then I knew that they did not truly die, but lived on in the lamp in their way."
\n\nEland'orr placed his hand on the lamp, and for a moment it flickered as though
in acknowledgment. \n\n"Look."\n\n"But what does this have to do with what you're
doing? Just a curious question - no need to answer if you don't want to." "When I
was released from my prison, the elders told me that the power of the Soul Lamp
came from souls that desired light. And so, I came to the land of man, to spread
joy and bring salvation to these souls." \n\n"I see. Well, I wish you luck and a
safe journey, elf." The soldier stood up.\n\n"Thank you, Richter." Eland'orr smiled
at the man's surprised look. "I heard the others call you by that name. May
I?"\n\nRichter blinked a few times before answering. \n\n"Sure."\n\n"Eland'orr."
The elf's smiled brightly. "Do not listen to old wives' tales. We are not so hard
to get along with as they say.” Richter shrugged, his face impassive. "Perhaps.
Better a friend than an enemy, at least."\n\n"I know that look in your eye,
Richter," said Eland'orr. "Loneliness and sadness - I know them all too well. The
blood that flows in our veins may be different, but deep down, we are kin, you and
I."\n\n"Kin, eh…when the darkness descends, will you fight by my side, kin to
kin?"\n\n"Of course. Darkness is my enemy, as it is yours." Eland'orr extended his
hand, and Richter took it. The two exchanged a firm handshake.\n\n"Let us part as
friends, and meet again as friends also."
A50DF05FA1919087_## = Lumburr Biography
A51C673F386D8507_## = Why did Volkath break away from Veda?
A53C121403431487_## = Who are you? And who am I?
A554CC0F3314376D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
A56BC53DD3C9726E_## = Once a prince, now a vagabond
A58CF234570B462C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
A598B42259127894_## = Zata Biography
A5B10617E7D2F683_## = Mildar
A5E3DFFAF43A4798_## = Veres admires Quillen. Since at the age of 13 when she was
brought to him, Veres followed her own path, nothing can stop her from sacrificing
herself to fulfill Quillen's desire.
A5F718A060CB93B3_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
A602A7482613D542_## = Nemesis in Sand
A6C922DFFA69B97E_## = Astrid Biography
A6DDAA22710784B7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A7194970ADC119F0_## = Luck is a skill.
A71AC396089A53C0_## = Krixi Biography
A7465B163AAB7A4D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A7738AC168A17C70_## = Omen
A816FB36BFE7968A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A8253B6DE94A0BFA_## = How does Liliana make a living?
A85031DCE44A5A09_## = Ashes of dead lovers
A85087DD29EBBA79_## = 1 Apr
A88EC1DC937152BB_## = Age and exhausting research
A8DF15A50CFBCAB1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A8ECFD2F2952D669_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A8F9F1E34D7A1EBC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A8FF16B016902FAC_## = A room not cleaned for three months
A9295627E8F7D04A_## = Stand firm, and stand tall.
A94F57D56C4C764D_## = Nakroth
A9532CD9ED91FBBE_## = A second person who actually awed me.\n\nMaybe it's time for
me to walk out from his shadow.\n\nAre you my savior?
A959E8B4C89EA1B4_## = You will burn in the furnace!
A9625D1B703D9E46_## = D'Arcy was once a nameless orphan, given a name and a future
by Lorion, who realized D'Arcy's tremendous talent for magic.\n\nThe trio of
D'Arcy, Sephera and Dirak were generational talents, their stars shining far
brighter than any other of their peers. They could not avoid being compared to each
other, but in private they formed a strong bond, borne out of mutual respect and
friendship.\nThe three of them joined forces in the hope that they would not only
lead the drive towards new discoveries, but also to cooperation between mages. They
soon gained many followers, from young aspiring apprentices to established
archmages.As the ugly beast of black magic began to rear its head in numerous
incidents, the group took a stand against its research and use. Having researched
then renounced black magic, D'Arcy stood at the forefront of the movement against
it, resulting in a split from his mentor Lorion, who was committed to black
magic.\nThe two of them met in battle twice. Lorion had the better of D'Arcy in
their first meeting, after which D'Arcy journeyed the world, discovering a new
power that allowed him to overcome black magic - dimensional magic.His wounds
having healed, D'Arcy rejoined the battle against black magic, exiling Lorion from
Athanor in their second meeting and scattering the remaining black mage resistance.
D'Arcy himself was gravely injured in the battle and was himself pulled into the
dimensional rift, encountering a fragment of Volkath's soul in it, and returning
home with the latter's help.\nDecades had passed before D'Arcy returned. Dirak and
Sephera had formed the Arcane Council to govern and advocate for mages, and to
deal with the growing threat from Lokheim.\nWith his friends' support, D'Arcy
embarked on a project that spanned generations, building a great magical wall that
spanned the continent, eliminating raids from the abyssal monsters.\n\nBuilder and
protector of the Great Wall, D'Arcy has defended it for centuries, not taking a
single step back.
A9911BF0600F370B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A9AD59CFF89810D0_## = Redemption of the Wanderer
A9B58054FBFB8992_## = Silence, deathly silence.\n\nEland'orr stared helplessly at
the broken Soul Lamp in his hands. Just a second ago, Timon and Letor were daring
him to unleash the lamp, while a fearful Janie tried to take it from his hands.What
happened next?\n\nBright and talented, but rash, immature and overconfident,
Eland'orr made a mistake that could not be undone when he sneaked into the temple
while the elders were absent, stealing the ancient Soul Lamp of Elborne Woods.
Instigated by the youngster's half-baked sorcery, the dark power of the Soul Lamp
spilled into the forest unchecked. Plants and animals wilted and died wherever it
touched. Low horns sounded in the distance, then a mournful elven
song.\n\nTel'Annas, Queen of the Elves, survived the Soul Lamp's rampaging dark
power, but fell into a deep slumber for many, many years.\n\nSilence like
death.\n\nEland'orr stared at the only window in his prison cell. He dared not fall
asleep, for the visages of his friends would appear before as eyes as soon as he
closed them. Next to him lay the broken Soul Lamp, little more than scrap metal,
its dark powers having been spent.\n\nIt was Tel'Annas' will, before she fell into
her slumber that Eland'orr be imprisoned for his sins. Death would have been less
painful, thought Eland'orr, who had many, many years to think about his deed. Then
he heard voices."Eland'orr! Are you there, Eland'orr?"\n\n"Hey, out of my way, I'm
first! Eland'orr, wake up!"\n\nEland'orr could hardly believe his ears. It was the
voice of his friends, who were long dead. He approached the lamp and whispered
gingerly, unsure if years of solitude had driven him insane at last.\n\n"Timon?
Letor? Are you...alive?""Nah, at least not our bodies. But our souls were trapped
inside this thing, and by the trees is it cramped in here. Janie's still angry at
you and didn't want us to talk to you, but we're almost suffocating -"\n\n"We need
you to do us a little favor. Are you crying?"\n\nCountless souls were trapped
within the lamp, where they were warped and twisted by its dark powers. The torment
drove Eland'orr's friends to seek help from him.\n\nAt Timor's instruction,
Eland'orr put his hands on the Soul Lamp, and gently imbued it with magical power.
The lamp began to emit a faint, flickering golden light that felt at times like it
was trying to talk to Eland'orr, but he could not understand what it was
saying.\n\nOne fruitless year passed, then two years, then ten. Just as Eland'orr
and his friends were about to lose hope, there came a night when a golden butterfly
appeared above the lamp, lighting up as Eland'orr filled it with power. Then it
exploded, almost blasting the cell apart."Yes! You did it. They're quiet now," said
Timor excitedly. "Listen, you've entered into a pact with the Soul Lamp. From now
on, wherever you are, just summon the lamp, and you'll be with us."\n\nEland'orr
put the lamp down and walked away from it, recited the incantation in his mind,
then found himself back at the lamp's location.\n\n"You see?" Timor said, "Trust
me, we've been in this thing for hundreds of years. We know how it works."\n\nThe
next morning, Eland'orr's cell door was opened, and he found himself face to face
with two royal guards.\n\nHe was free."Oh, glorious sunlight!" Eland'orr heard
Timor exclaim as soon as they stepped outside.\n\nThe guards told Eland'orr that it
was Tel'Annas' will that he be released when a golden light shook his cell. And
Eland'orr began to understand the queen's intention - for many generations, the
elves had used the souls of the dead to keep darkness at bay, trapping those souls
in eternal pain and torment. Eland'orr's redemption would be the atonement of all
his people.\n\n"Will you forgive me, Janie?" Eland'orr whispered. Since he began
communicating with the Soul Lamp he had spoken to many souls, including elven
ancestors from many generations ago who taught him the history of his people. But
Janie's voice was always absent - she was always staunchly against the idea of
Eland'orr stealing the lamp, but had followed out of concern, on the day that
sundered their fates forever.\n\nBrief silence, then a cold voice spoke.\n\n"I
won't forgive you. But I won't let you abandoned us either."\n\nEland'orr smiled,
the first time he did so in many, many years.\n\n"So be it."
A9B793F2DB815CD0_## = Attends to his own orchard in his spare time.
A9C7999BD06C7A58_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
A9D3644F40D8822E_## = 30 Jan
AA02327372BF875C_## = Brunhilda
AA1254616CE1320C_## = The Smasher
AA4AA75FF0D7743F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
AA84537B988BC798_## = Helios
AA85D141CC84F40C_## = I shall crush your crown myself.
AB0BA9426FC54FCC_## = Chapter 4
AB1144D0BDD5D05A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
AB166D5DDA292C11_## = The inner circle of Lokheim rulership.
AB1A8D37BF1E74FA_## = Tribal Chief
AB21D1B6557A035B_## = 145cm
AB29F16A0F676BD3_## = Trust in the Light, and it shall deliver you.
AB3344EF7C225F5B_## = A mage who attained his fame at a young age. His arrogance
became subtler after he met Sephera and D'Arcy.\n\nDirak's accumulated sense of
superiority contributes to his leadership aura. He habitually took up the leading
position among the Big Three and attracted many outstanding mages to join
them.\n\nAs the anti-black magic operation reached its peak, any members who were
related to black magic were detained. Members of mage were anxious while Dirak
announced that he would do anything to save his fellow brethren who were
detained.\n\nFinally, they managed to rescue D'Arcy and other innocent mages by
violence. He then led them to Carano and established the Magister's
Council.\n\nBased on historical records, this council was established by three
persons: Dirak and Sephera were both leaders and founders.\n\nThereafter, Dirak
continued to display excellence in leadership and governance by leading the
Magister's Council against the Church and forming a clean, honest system of
governance. Within a century, Dirak's leadership saw the Magister's Council rise to
become the greatest asset of the Kingdom of Norman.
AB4EF21A0CF6A963_## = Forest Comrades
AB51B9F631DF9C9F_## = Jinna, Ignis and Yorn
AB54554E5B19079B_## = I will have Azzen'Ka's head.
AB72CAE2B6EA406F_## = Volkath rejected Ilumia's advances, for he disliked her
cunning ways. But he did develop a healthy respect for her ability, recognizing
that he underestimated her.
AB86751F2244EC7D_## = At the eastern Gobi desert, the Demon Hunters, led by
Valhein, had already been journeying in the enemy territory for weeks.\nThe Allied
Army, working in two routes in the north and south, had sent their main forces to
the front in a desperate attempt to take out two major enemy contingents. The
strategy proposed by Thane, the Commander in Chief of the Allied Army, was
undoubtedly the one that would end the war the quickest, but it also meant that
when Murad burst in, bringing news on the unrest in the eastern desert area, there
was not a single troop to spare in the whole Alliance that could help him.\nIn the
end, the Federation of the Free, the Norman Kingdom and the Council had to each
send some men to form a legion of “New Demon Hunters”, which would be in charge of
the honorable task of taking out the newfound enemies. Instead of following the
footsteps of their predecessors in the history books and clearing out troublesome
invaders at the rear of the army, this flexible and speedy group was destined to
step onto the battlefield themselves.\n“We have a huge disadvantage in numbers.
However, we have kept a low profile while the enemies are out there being obvious
targets, and we have more elite fighters on our side. We shall have the upper hand
if we take the initiative to attack instead of defending,” Valhein, the Deputy
Commander of the Demon Hunters, surmised after a quick analysis of the battlefield
reports. According to him, though the Demon Hunters were a skilled bunch with
excellent equipment, they were still not a regular tactical troop after all. If
their plan was to head deep into the enemy territory with very few supplies,
advanced equipment could in fact be cumbersome.\nThe strategy proposed by Valhein
was supported by all at the military meeting. Violet, his former Commander turned
ranger, was supportive of his ideas as well.\n“So that clumsy, wide-eyed boy has
grown into an outstanding Commander, eh?” Violet joked.\nSeeing that the elder was
the only one left in the tent, Valhein finally relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief
and rubbing his cheeks. It was his way to de-stress, and Violet, his long-time
partner in crime, knew this only too well.\n“It’s difficult, huh? To keep such a
great team running?” Violet said. She was serious now, voice soft and soothing, as
if she was comforting Valhein while questioning herself at the same time.\n“I still
have a long way to go before I can become as great as you and the old man.” Valhein
chuckled. “Back when you were in charge, you coached us into the best army in the
whole Federation and still had time to get manicures and pluck your eyebrows. Now,
that was something, huh?”\n“Shut up. You know very well you’d never have the chance
to replace me if I hadn’t resigned.” Violet laughed, teasing Valhein just a little
bit.\nIgnoring her comment, Valhein continued. “Actually… I’m scared. Even though
you all agreed with my plan, I’m still worried. The environment is hostile, and we
have no backup. If anything happens, we could very well be wiped out. I’m not
scared of death, you know that—I’ve had my will written ever since the day I joined
the army. But I don’t want my team, my brothers, to lose their lives because of my
decision… They all have families, you know? They’re not like us, we have no
ties.”\n“Don’t give yourself too much pressure. You’re the Commander, your job is
to win the war first and foremost. As for the risks and sacrifices along the way—
you don’t have full control over those, and you never will. You need to learn to
accept that.” Violet paused, then continued. “You’ve done great since the
beginning. Even the old man or I wouldn’t have been able to do better.”\n“Thank
you,” Valhein whispered. “For the kind words. And for returning to help
us.”\n“Geez, you sap!” Violet slapped Valhein on the back of his head. “I’m here
for the cash!”\nValhein lifted his right hand and saluted. It somehow seemed like
the right thing to do.\nHe knew that Violet wasn’t actually here for the
commission. Humans had souls, as did legions. No warrior of the Demon Hunters
legion, retired or not, could ever forget the glory and responsibility that came
with the title. That was where the soul of the legion lay.\n“We do not sleep. The
lives of Demons we reap.”\n“We carry knives. We find those from the Abyss and take
their lives.”\n“We trust our brothers. Together, we take out all others.”\n“We are
not afraid to die. So hear our war cry!”\nSilently chanting the Demon Hunter pledge
of olden times, Valhein let himself soak up the power and courage of the weak
humans from a thousand years ago, when they first faced the terrors that were the
Demons.\n“Where there is darkness, we fight!”
AB98937367DE7B90_## = 170cm
AB9A268391F0A802_## = The Joker
AB9BFD5AF0052E7B_## = Dark Lord Reborn
AC0D37E7E1DA716C_## = Volkath and Marja fell in love in their student days, and it
was Volkath's influence that turned Marja into what she is today. Volkath trusted
Marja so much that he left part of his soul in her.
AC7FE09CD8E851D2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
ACA08F829F6E918A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
ACB44467A126B63F_## = Lauriel Biography
ACC6C0047EFB2E97_## = Liliana
ACDB7DB0A9C4FC8C_## = Located southwest of Silverwing Castle, it is the granary of
the Kingdom of Okka. It enjoys a regular water supply from melting snow from the
nearby mountains.
ACDF49ED79789DFC_## = To Enzo, Ilumia is the personification of light, and he has
committed his entire life to doing her will.
ACFD0764FD688907_## = 183cm
AD02C979D773BC80_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
AD07974FA7901701_## = Bach
AD088A9B40A04FA5_## = Lightning and thunder are at my command.
AD18E80C7610BB9F_## = Amily
AD26FF341053E8E6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
AD2770DDA35C31B6_## = Ilumia
AD2ACB1ADE063172_## = Unknown
AD2C3ED53233A158_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
AD69AA5C84F1BF06_## = Kingdom of Norman
ADA897F933E9F6CA_## = Named after the Norman admiral who captured it in the North
and South War, Holff lies across the straits from the Castle of Origin, between
Okka and the Federation of the Free, and is the foundation of the alliance with the
Federation.
ADB3E8E71F44342D_## = Murad
ADCAE94ED54E25F0_## = There is only one who is fit for the supreme throne.
ADD07D295BE5F7D8_## = Verno Mountains
ADF8BB0D430CF427_## = You recited "Sublime Sunset" by Scunthor in an emotional and
eloquent way in front of Qi. What was her reaction?
AE04D0602A04F4BE_## = At school she's always behind Volkath, which she resents.
AE10A5000B367683_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
AE1E0D0EDE7DA30B_## = Kingdom of Norman
AE345F71FF962535_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>:
<color=#ffd200>Kill</color> a related hero in a match using
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>.
AE7E9225409BE361_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
AE8344128E099D0E_## = Green Dragons
AEA6E98A3DD7A3AF_## = At daybreak a caravan left the allied camp under a small
escort of about a hundred, carrying many wounded men.The forces of Okka and their
allies suffered many casualties in yesterday's battle. The dead were buried on the
spot, receiving their last rites from Klaus, Yorn summoning the holy light to grant
their souls safe passage. Those too badly injured to continue fighting left with
the caravan for Silverwing Castle."Our remaining forces number approximately 9300,
of which just under 2000 are cavalry.""The Forest Guardians bring word that they
have eliminated a Corrupted outpost with Templar assistance. The Templars are
advancing into the hills on foot, while the Forest Guardians are expected meet up
with us at noon.""No news from the Silverwing Order or Lord D'Arcy."Arthur strode
back and forth around his tent, rubbing his cheek with two fingers, as one report
after another came in. This was his habit when thinking, and he had plenty to think
about.His forces were down to about sixty percent of what he started with, which
was worse than his already pessimistic initial estimation.The silver lining was
that their Forest Guardian allies had emerged relatively unscathed - though they
faced two Dark Behemoths, they were able to score a decisive victory over the
Shadow Worms under the leadership of the famed yet reclusive elven queen,
Tel'Annas."Lord Arthur!" Klaus called to Arthur from outside the tent. "It's time
to go.""Attention! Move!"...After a day of hard riding, the Silverwing knights had
entered the northern hills of Sunfall Valley. Compared to the treacherous terrain
of the south end, the smooth slopes in the north were far more suitable for horses;
indeed, Harold was confident that, under the command of an experienced captain like
himself, cavalry could be used to even more devastating effect in these hills that
on flat ground.The grizzled veteran had served in a royal guard and instructed the
young prince. He was one of the most respected soldiers in the Kingdom of Okka, and
was entrusted with two positions of immense responsibility - Seneschal of the Order
of Silverwing, and Captain of the Royal Guard.Though he bristled at D'Arcy's advice
yesterday, he found himself acting with more caution than usual. Hunches were often
the subconscious result of experience, and he was not so foolish as to dismiss the
hunch of the legendary mage out of hand. He slowed his mount down and turned to his
second-in-command."Hasn't Adrian come back yet?""Maybe he's napping in a tree hole
or something? Better put him in the rack when he gets back!" The knights spoke more
casually when their prince was not around at Harold's insistence, and also because
it suited their nature. This was not out of a lack of respect, but rather a closely
knit camaraderie."C - captain!" Suddenly a knight cried out, pointing in horror. A
red and dark flag flew against the wind on a hill in the distance.To the common
folk of Okka, it was a mere legend, a fairy tale. But the knights of the Order of
Silverwing knew well what it was, and what it represented.Nakroth the Butcher and
his Blood Knights, traitors to Okka who fell to Lokheim. None shall live, where the
blood banner flew.Deep in Sunfall Valley, D'Arcy, Murad and Yena followed a path
through the mountains so narrow that the could not walk straight but had to hug the
sheer cliff, and it was a long drop to the bottom if they slipped."There's got to
be a safer way," muttered Murad."You want to bring half of Lokheim down on your
head, go ahead, just don't do it anywhere near us," snapped Yena, insofar as she
could snap while keeping her voice down."It's all I can do to put up a soft
camouflage around us. Any magic more powerful than that, and they would be on us in
an instant," said D'Arcy apologetically. Sure enough, Murad's sharp eyes caught the
movement of demons in the dark valley below from time to time, and he knew D'Arcy
was right."What in the world are we going to find in the valley?"D'Arcy smiled
grimly. "Volkath, Lord of Darkness."The Forest Guardians reached the ancient
battlefield earlier than expected. There they found themselves facing a massive
wall of flesh and blood blocking the approach into the valley, made from the
remains of abyssal beasts, some of which were still alive when they were crushed
into a pulp.D'Arcy would have found the sight familiar. It was, in essence, a
miniature version of the Great Wall of Norman. For hundreds of years the Corrupted
had been held at bay by D'Arcy's wall, and in this case imitation was indeed the
sincerest form of flattery.The Forest Guardians camped outside the wall, but did
not attempt an assault. For their part, the Corrupted were content to sit behind
their grotesque fortification, rather than sallying out to meet the foe.While the
Corrupted had their flesh wall, the Forest Guardians had Y'bneth, who was virtually
a mobile fortress unto himself. The Corrupted might have the numbers to bring
Y'bneth down, but at a cost so crippling that any victory would be hollow.No, it
was better to sit and wait for the enemy to come to them. After all, their goal was
not to destroy the Forest Guardians or the Okka-Veda allied forces, but to ensure
that Volkath's resurrection ceremony was not interrupted.The Corrupted Legion was
Lokheim's most powerful force, not because of their individual strength, but
because they were intelligent, capable of thinking beyond the immediate present and
making informed, thoughtful decisions.Time was on Lokheim's side. The Corrupted
were in no hurry to spill their own blood; all they needed to do was sit behind
their hastily constructed yet solid wall of flesh, and wait for the foe to dash
themselves upon the ramparts.Northern hills of Sunfall Valley.Dozens of riders had
fallen in battle, leaving their mounts riderless. Harold attempted to rally the
Silverwing knights, in disarray after the initial engagement with the Blood
Knights, but the enemy was faster, and the hastily reformed formation quickly broke
again.He now knew why the Blood Knights acquired their reputation for never losing
a battle.
AEA9ECE9F3505EEB_## = 28 Aug
AED6DF1AF33F7CDD_## = Butterfly
AF00724D84968FC2_## = Family Estranged
AF03B835C13C4670_## = Likes girls who are as innocent as her, better still, someone
who is dumber
AF535456428E9050_## = "Thou art one and all,\nAlpha and Omega.\nThe sun, moon and
stars bow to thy will.\nThy name be praised in the past, present and future.\nThou
art the only truth,\nexalted above all."\nWith the final words of the prayer to
Azzen'Ka, the kingdom of the demon lord descended over the ruins of the Helios
Empire, bringing sandstorms that blocked out the sun. As those gathered rejoiced,
Yena was the only one who remained calm and impassive. The Revolutionary mole in
the Temple went about her new duties as temple acolyte, the prayer and dance that
were offerings to their god.\n\n"Yena?" A slim figure stepped out into Yena's path
as she was going back to change. Yena scanned the surroundings to make sure that no
one was watching, and then quickly pulled the figure behind a pillar. The
flickering candlelight revealed the face of Heidi, a lowly servant in the Temple,
and a Revolutionary.\n"What is it?" Yena whispered.\n"I...er...found something...."
More used to taking orders than speaking out, Heidi stuttered and stammered through
her words.\n"And what exactly did you find? So important that we have to talk about
it right now?"\n"I...I'm not sure. I...I don't know what to do about it. You're the
only one I could talk to." Gingerly, Heidi took out a glowing rock-like object from
her pocket.\n"What in the...an Andura Shard? Where in the world did you find
it?"\n"The...the cellar, ma'am. The cellar of the temple."\n"The cellar....could it
be..." Yena muttered under her breath.\n"Er...Yena?"\n"Huh?"\n"You're...you're
hurting me."\n"Oh! I'm sorry." Yena let go of Heidi's arm, which she had grabbed a
little too tightly, and took the shard from the girl. "I'll take this. Go now, and
not a word to anyone, you understand? Not a single word!"\n"Yes, yes ma'am, not a
word." Nodding furiously, Heidi turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving
Yena alone with her thoughts.\nAs an Imperial-educated Reformist, Yena knew full
well what the shard represented. The imperial treasure vaults were emptied when the
empire was overthrown, but the Revolutionaries did not find the two things that
were most important to them - survivors from the royal family, and the Andura
Shards. The former would give the Revolutionaries a puppet that could unite the
common and noble classes. The latter would give them access to a powerful currency
that could be used to acquire food and weapons.\nDuring the reign of the Helios
Empire, the ruling classes enjoyed unbridled luxury from the export of Andura
Shards, while governing the empire with an iron fist, treating the common folk as
little more than slaves.\nThis was why Yena chose to join the Revolutionaries,
giving all to the toppling of the empire. Now a far more difficult choice lay
before her – find the member of the royal family and the missing Andura Shards, or
report this to the Temple.\nEven more difficult than the choice, however, was the
mystery – how did Heidi, a lowly servant, come across such a crucial clue?\nA
stroke of luck? Or a trap?\nYena had no doubt that the demon lord Azzen'Ka knew
about her and Heidi. Their espionage training was designed with Temple and
government officials in mind, not demon lords.\nAzzen'Ka knew. And he did nothing.
Why? Either he did not see them as a threat – or he still had use for them. And so
Yena made her choice.\n\nSeven days later, Yena left the Temple with a new mission.
Traveling in the direction of the sunrise, she crossed the vast Gobi wastes, to the
land once ravaged by the demons of the Abyss, but was now a verdant paradise of
green flora and flowing rivers. There she would find a prince in exile and a pair
of artifacts that have lost their power.\n"Excellent. You are smart – as I had
hoped." Azzen'Ka had received her with a laughter that even his most loyal servants
rarely heard. "Where your loyalties once lay matters not to me. Serve me now, and I
shall elevate you to glory in my new realm."\nBowing deeply with her hands held
before her chest, Yena allowed herself the slightest little smile, concealed by her
flowing hair. "My lord Azzen'Ka, the one and only true god, who reigneth supreme
over all. My life and glory are belongeth to thee."\nYena gambled. And it paid
off.\n"Go! Go where the divine light does not shine, find the fugitive prince
Murad, and restore the artifacts of the empire!"\nYes, the royal family had a
survivor. But he was not being held in the temple dungeons – he was in exile in a
land far away, beyond Azzen'Ka's. As powerful as the demon lord was, his
omnipotence extended only as far as the desert wastes. He needed someone to do his
bidding, and he found that someone in Yena.\n\nWhat Azzen'Ka did not know was this
– through careful observation, study and deduction, Yena had learned his two great
weaknesses. He could not fully trust his servants, whom he inherited from the
empire, and so he needed to find an "outsider" who would do his bidding. He feared
the power of the artifacts that Murad escaped with, and was eager – nay, desperate
– to bring it into his fold. Yena's prodigious skill at analyzing psychology was
precisely why she was chosen by the Revolutionaries.\n"We are not here to overthrow
one king." Yena still remembered what her mentor told her when she joined the
Revolutionaries. "We are here to forge a world where no one has to be hungry or
cold, where everyone is free and equal. Our enemies are the ones that would oppress
and exploit those weaker than they are. There will be no concession, no compromise!
Fight! Crush them, and clear the path to a new future!"\nThe Revolutionaries did
not plan for Azzen'Ka's overthrow of the empire. But the new demon kingdom was as
much their enemy as the old empire was, and as such it was Yena's enemy too. She
had no qualms about putting an end to the royal line with her own hands, but until
Azzen'Ka's demon kingdom falls, she had use for Murad and his artifacts.\n"The
enemy of my enemy is still my enemy."\n\n\n\n\n
AF841E90BE2357F9_## = 28 Mar
AF84E43BFD585C64_## = Best Friends
AF8AE1B9E7F275E6_## = “Who dares enter this forbidden ground?”\nThe deafening roar
and the terrible majesty of the dragon froze Hayate where he stood, his shadow
writhing like a snake in the candlelight.\n\nThe roar did more than just shake the
air. Ancient runes began to appear around Hayate, glowing with white-hot
brilliance. At that instant, Hayate knew that a decade of planning had come to
naught.\nHayate was a ninja from Mist Island. Ever since he reached majority he had
followed the leader of his clan, protecting the sea gate to Mount Orphean. Few knew
of their existence, which was precisely why they had been able to protect the world
from being consumed by darkness.\n“Too much blood has been shed…” As he watched
shovels of earth being piled on the previous leader’s coffin, seeds of
dissatisfaction began to grow in Hayate’s heart. He began to doubt the
responsibility and duty passed down from generation to generation by the elders,
and even more so the Temple of Light.\nTo him, the pact between the Dragon and the
Temple was not a fair one — the ninjas who inherited the Dragon’s blood and power
protected the Temple’s glory with their lives, but received no reward of any kind
from the Temple — not even a shred of respect.\nThe humble servant had had enough
of being looked down upon by the gods.\nAs a descendant of the Dragons' bloodline,
even if a rather distant one, Hayate knew well what power the Temple held. The up-
and-coming Alliance of Human Kingdoms, the Forest of Shadows which had fought so
fiercely in the Dark Invasions — none of them could hold a candle to the demigod
who dwelled on the holy mountain.\nIt was not a matter of strong or weak, but a
question of nature. Light was one of the Original Powers that constituted, guided
and protected the world before the gods disappeared. It represented the will of the
world, the laws of the world, a pact that bound the people of Mist Island to the
Temple.\nThe power of Origins could only be fought with the same power. Hayate
found himself forced into an uneasy alliance with his enemies, the Abyss — his goal
of separating Mist Island from the Temple would weaken the Temple’s defenses, thus
aligning his purpose with that of the Abyss.\nElevating his bloodline with the
voodoo potion of the warlock Mganga and forbidden arts of the Abyss, Hayate
successfully got past the enchantments that guarded the ancient shrine and made his
way towards Dragon Tower where the pact was kept. For ten years he watched and
waited as countless comrades died before his eyes, waiting for this
opportunity.\nJust one more step.\nHayate carefully approached the magic circle
protecting the pact. He had the nail of a demon on his belt, its dark powers able
to sever the link between the pact and the Temple. But that was merely the final
step on a perilous journey. In the span of a hundred paces, Hayate had to dispel
thirty-six hidden enchantments, each designed to detect and foil intruders in a
different way.\nHayate navigated all the difficulties and challenges with guile
worthy of a master ninja. But there was one flaw in his plan. He was not born into
the direct lineage, but an impostor, one who masked the impurity of his Dragon
blood with voodoo medicine and forbidden magic to gain entry to Dragon Tower. As
the last enchantment was dispelled, the effect of the potion began to wear off, and
the change in his blood drew the Dragon’s ire.\nThe Temple discovered Hayate's
intrusion when the runes glowed. Within moments, the shrine was surrounded by
ninjas. But Hayate would not go down so easily. He still had the demon nail in his
hand – his one chance at turning the tables.\nHaving made his resolve, Hayate stood
up from his crouched sneaking position, and not even the enchantments of the tower
could keep him down. The piercing pain in his palm and the raging power of darkness
buffeted his soul.\n“Upon this night I give my blood in the name of darkness, that
light shall be severed and sundered and scattered to the void.”\n\nFocusing the
darkness at his fingertip, Hayate stabbed at the pact. The Dragon inside screamed
as darkness pierced its very soul.\nBut then a holy light shot into the sky before
Hayate could deliver the final blow. Xeniel descended from the sky with six wings
spread out behind him, clad in holy armor and wielding his warhammer.\nHis last-bid
gambit foiled by Xeniel's timely appearance, Hayate escaped only because of a plan
that Mganga had laid long before the move.\n“So, you expected me to fail?” Hayate
said wryly.\n“Hope for the best and plan for the worst, that's all,” replied
Mganga.\n“But you know I won’t join you. All I wanted was to keep Mist Island out
of the coming war. I didn’t get the Dragon Blood that I promised, and now I never
will… I’m of no use to you, or to anyone for that matter.”\n“The Queen’s orders are
to bring you back safely. Her plans for you are not for me to reveal, but fear not
– a bottle of water may be worthless at the riverside, but worth its weight in gold
in the desert. Your value is not for yourself to decide.”\n“Very well… if your
Queen can help me achieve my aim, then perhaps she will earn my allegiance… until
then, my only allegiance lies with Mist Island, my people, even if they think me a
traitor!”\n\nHayate closed his eyes and began his meditation routine. He knew he
needed to regain his full strength as quickly as he could, in order to face the
innumerable challenges on the road ahead.\n“It takes great perseverance to achieve
great deeds.”
AFC00475B49D72B1_## = 1 Mar
AFC1136E124D4ABC_## = The Trinity
AFC8071FE0D5BD1E_## = Dark Lord
AFC9E77A329CC7A4_## = Lokheim
AFCEF315780109DE_## = 20 Oct
AFD3F354A35E611C_## = \n"The... the Blood Knights!"\n\nA soldier recognized the
dread banner of the Blood Knights and cried out before he was impaled by a
hellsteed's claw.\n\nThe Blood Knights tore through the Okka ranks like a hot knife
through butter, exposing the flanks of the Forest Guardians.\n\nHaving found a
worthy foe, Tel'Annas raised her bow, and an arrow of life and darkness flew
towards Nakroth, riding at the head of the Blood Knights.\n\nNakroth leaped from
his saddle and the arrow passed impaled his mount, passed through where he was an
instant ago and cut a bloody swath through the Blood Knights' ranks.\n\nThe sight
of the Blood Knights' ranks in disarray was a rare one, but it did not stay that
way for long, and they quickly regrouped as they rode along the flank. Nakroth on
foot was not much slower than a hellsteed, and he was quickly given a new one by
one of his men.\n\nThe Blood Knights were merely a diversion. It was Taara and her
Corrupted Legions who formed the main attack.\n\nAll the Forest Guardians heard a
heart-rending song, soft yet unmistakably clear even in the heat of battle. Nerov,
darting in and out of the battle like a phantom, signaled Taara to launch her
attack.\n\nOn the other side, the Golden Wings still flew proudly, but the Okka
lines had suffered badly from the Blood Knights' charge.\n\nSeeing his men in
disarray and the Blood Knights quickly coming around, Arthur led his guards to meet
the foe head-on to break the enemy charge and give his comrades a chance to
regroup.\n\nArthur's gambit worked. Though beaten, the Okka forces were able to
retreat in some semblance of order and avoid a rout. But it was a dear price they
paid when Nakroth's spear broke Arthur's cuirass and pierced the prince's
chest.\n\nArthur fell to the ground, blood gushing from his chest. As his
consciousness faded he thought he saw a flower - a rose, blooming amongst
flames.\n\n...\n\n"Did you really think you were gonna do this on your own,
D'Arcy?"\n\nWatching wailing wraiths hit the golden barrier and disappear into
black fog, D'Arcy had to admit the progress that his old friend made in the pursuit
of magic.\n\n"Another rat from the south?" Veera frowned. There was something about
this insolent mage that unsettled her, and she could not quite put a finger on
it.\n\nThe party-crasher laughed. "Sorry I missed the appetizer, but it looks like
I made it just in time for the main course."\n\n"Don't underestimate her, Dirak,"
warned D'Arcy.\n\n"Underestimate? Never." High Speaker Dirak said. "Help those two
kids take care of that woman, then come back and help me take down this
hag."\n\nMurad and Yena were fighting Mina, while D'Arcy tied down Veera with his
dimensional magic. But Veera's guile and power were far beyond what D'Arcy
imagined, and he might have fallen to the wraiths if not for Dirak's timely
intervention.\n\nSeeing that Murad and Yena were holding their own against Mina,
D'Arcy did not go over to them as Dirak had told him to. Instead, he stood side by
side with Dirak against Veera.\n\nHe would never allow his old friend to face the
ancient demon alone, and he knew Dirak too well to be fooled by the show of
nonchalance that his friend put up.\n\nEven two against one, victory was far from
assured.\n\nDirak did not intend to fight Veera - he intended to bluff her.\n\nAnd
it worked. After a short stand-off, Veera took Mina and left.\n\nThe remaining four
breathed a sigh of relief, especially Murad. Though he did not show it, every time
his blade struck Mina's scythe it had felt like it struck his own flesh.\n\nThen a
ray of light appeared in the heavens, piercing the dark clouds at a dark shadow
that had appeared in the skies.\n\n"What in the..." Murad began.\n\nD'Arcy sighed.
"It's Volkath. He's back."\n\n...\n
AFD8DDF4148C2A04_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
AFD943091C10F6B9_## = Lokheim lord, former noble of Norman
B01CB6446E82D2BE_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
B05B14608D8A0F51_## = "I believe in power, and nothing else."\n\nAs dedicated and
motivated as he was sly and devious, Mganga would not content himself with being
merely one of the most powerful and learned mages in the world. He sought ultimate
power, the likes of which the world had never seen, and he began traveling across
the land, studying the magic of every race and people, hoping to discover a path to
greater power.\n\nHis efforts were not in vain. At an ancient forest tribe he found
the research notes of a great warlock, a practitioner of voodoo magic. A branch of
black magic, voodoo magic had long been banned by the Veda, and subject to
determined persecution by the Magister's Council and local government.\n\nBetween
reputation and power, Mganga wasted little time in choosing the latter. He spread
misinformation that he was still continuing his journeys, while he established his
base in the Moonlight Plains. Located at the confluence of multiple factions, the
Moonlight Plains saw many traveling merchants – and many more less savory folk. It
was the ideal place for Mganga to conceal his identity and acquire the materials
required for his research.\n\nAs his researched progressed, Mganga became
increasingly conscious of his inadequacy even as he gained the power of voodoo
magic. And so he was quick to bite at the bait that Veera offered – as valuable as
the warlock's notes were, the only way to learn more was to turn to the
Abyss.\n\nAt Veera's orders, Mganga continued to lurk among humans, performing his
aberrant experiments and creating new Corrupted, while engaging in various
espionage and assassination activities. The birth of Skud, the fall of the Silver
Moon Priestess Luna – both were Mganga's handiwork, and evidence that he has fallen
to the Abyss.\n\nBy the time the Magister Council learned that the rogue warlock
working his evil on the frontiers was the same person as the legendary prodigy
Mganga, the dark mage was long gone. But he left inscriptions on a wall that sent
the pulse of every mage at the scene racing.\n\n"The weak cower before power. The
strong dominate it."\n
B05FB85B9CDC5BB7_## = Though born of an off-shot clan, Hayate rose quickly through
the ninja ranks thanks to his natural talent, intelligence, and pride.\n\nWhen his
training was complete, he joined those before him in protecting the sea gate of
Veda, in accordance with the Pact of Light between Mist Island and the Temple. But
his doubts began to grew as he saw comrades and family fall in the course of their
duties, and these doubts finally came to a head with the death of the previous
Grandmaster. He reached out to Mganga and Veera of Lokheim, who offered to help him
cut loose the reins of the Pact.Taking advantage of a lull in Mist Island's
defenses, Hayate sneaked into the ancestral temple, but was ultimately foiled by
its ancient enchantments. Meanwhile, his use of demonic powers to attempt to sever
the leylines have begun to draw his body and soul closer towards darkness.Now a
member of Lokheim, Hayate lies in the darkness, biding his time until the days
comes for him to finish what he started, to end the Pact of Light and break the
shackles of Mist Island.
B063C752C44D87DF_## = Boom! Headshot!
B06570E682346665_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B06B3A6E1C285ED4_## = Volkath's addiction to love, and his lack of interest in
studying
B06E74DB7A2D1163_## = I have seen countless tormented souls,\nsunken beneath the
sea of sand.\nBut I shall fear no more, though through fires I walk;\nfor I have
found my strength.
B083D180B4F9CC03_## = 186cm
B09F7F2C5320CEC8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B0A0363F8CB47E6D_## = "That's enough, Yorn!" Arthur grabbed Yorn's arm as the
latter was about to leave and go into battle again."Who's going to stop them then?"
Yorn showed no anger or passion, but simply pointed at the mountainous Dark
Behemoth."We retreat. Now!" Arthur tightened his grip, but Yorn simply shook his
head. "We can't. You know as well as I do that any retreat will simply turn into an
all-out rout."Arthur was quiet, for he knew Yorn was right. The infantry had no
hope of outrunning the monstrosity, and turning their backs on it would be
suicide.The Templars had launched two attacks against the worms and suffered more
than a hundred casualties. Seeing this, Arthur ordered the Silverwing and the
vassal knights into battle as well, and while the Silverwing knights charged into
the fray bravely, the allied knights were slow and hesitant in their movement.With
the Silverwing knights struggling, Yorn gathered the Templars and charged again.
But they suffered mightily against the worm horde, which moved with uncanny
coordination with the Dark Behemoth, rapidly overrunning gaps that the monstrosity
created before the knights could reinforce them.At Arthur and Klaus' urging -
though threats would be the more appropriate word - the vassal knights finally
advanced, providing cover as the injured were pulled from the frontline. But with
no cleric to heal them, how many would survive the night? Veda had sent the bulk of
its elite soldiers into this battle, yet there was not a single Veda priest who
could wield the lore of light and healing. Klaus' answer when Arthur asked about
this was that Lady Illumia had other plans, a response that infuriated Arthur, but
there was little that he could do about it."We must stop this. We've taken too many
losses." Unable to convince Yorn, Arthur turned to Klaus, who was Veda's formal
representative here, and who could call off the campaign.But Klaus shook his head
and asked, "My prince, what is war?" Arthur stood mute, dumbfounded. Without
waiting for an answer, Klaus continued,"To you, war is an extension of politics, a
tool in your struggles for power. Warriors are your assets, and thus you are
concerned about gain and loss. When your loss exceeds your expected gain, and you
go back to the negotiation table if your losses are expected to exceed your
gain."Not so us. For us, war is a matter unto death. Light and darkness cannot
coexist, and those who have seen true light like us cannot tolerate the existence
of darkness."I was human once, and I know the cowardice, fear and terror that every
human heart must inevitably be filled in the face of death, but still they take up
their swords, whether for rewards promised, for glory placed upon them, or for
camaraderie. But they have not seen true light, and thus cannot truly know the
meaning of determination."Arthur listened quietly, as Klaus issued a prayer for all
to hear."Trust in the Light, and the Light shall deliver you!"A golden arrow
pierced the Shadow Worm ranks. The Templars charged again. Though they did not
wield the divine arts that the priests did, their blessed swords and armor shone
brightly and tore through the black tide that surrounded them.Silverwing Castle sat
high in the mountains, and so Arthur had never seen a moth fly to a flame. But he
was sure that if he had seen one, it would be like the men before his eyes.Nay,
they were not moths. They were fireflies, working their hardest to illuminate the
dark night with their feeble light."The Light watches over all!""The Light watches
over all!""The Light watches over all!"Fearless cries echoed through the valley.
Templars charged headlong into the crowd of worms, oblivious to their own safety.
Life evaporated among the clash of light and darkness, returned to the world as
pure energy.The Shadow Worm horde may seem endless, but they were not so. With time
and effort, even the legion before them could be destroyed.The Forest Guardians had
the benefit of Y'bneth's protection, so they could stand their ground and repel the
worm attacks, until a single arrow from Tel'Annas' bow won the battle. The Okka and
allied forces had no such luxury, and without any priests among their ranks, the
only way they could maintain pressure was with sheer sacrifice.Their sacrifices
were not in vain, however. The Dark Behemoth began to visibly recoil, wavering from
the damage it took. The Silverwing knights took heart, and attacked with ever-
increasing fervor."It is time," said Klaus. "Now to show your quality, my
prince."As the heir to the Kingdom of Okka's throne, Arthur and his twelve
companions were blessed by the church and could wield the power of the Holy Light.
This was a challenge that he could not turn down."So be it," said Arthur. "I did
not leave Silverwing expecting to return."Klaus raised an eyebrow.Thirteen
champions of light stepped into the fray, and with their prince personally joining
the battle, the nobles could no longer hide in the rear in safety.Feudal lords were
powerful in the Kingdom of Okka, and even as prince and marshal, Arthur's authority
over the forces of the vassal lords was limited. This was partly why most of the
fighting in the last two battles were done by the Silverwing knights, who answered
only to the throne, and the fanatically brave Templars sent by Veda, with the
vassal forces fighting only in a supporting role.But it was different now, with
their prince personally joining the battle. There could be no greater transgression
of their feudal vow than to watch their lord go into danger while they watched idly
by. Their own subjects were watching."Charge!"Battle cries mixed with the sound of
clashing metal, and they were soon joined by charging hooves that shook the earth.
With the Silverwing and Templar cavalry away on their own mission, the vassal
forces supplied the only remaining cavalry.
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<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B0E48969724DF876_## = Brothers of the Abyss
B0E966EEF96C757A_## = Brunhilda
B0F37D6060B70F8E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B1112EF01F99537F_## = Chapter 14
B12A2D692D351693_## = Errol
B13BA0D826277051_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B15602F188B35B3A_## = Kingdom of Norman
B16F21B59C423767_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B1A3106B18258041_## = Yorn and Alice befriended each other at Veda. Yorn told Alice
of the responsibilities of the adult world, while Alice asked him about the
troubles and concerns of youth.
B1AE7BDAB4EB2DF2_## = Amazon of Themyscira
B1C837E45E8C5DEE_## = Feudal Lords
B1D0A5C6398D2298_## = The Forgotten
B1D60A3884AD5F34_## = Great Wall of Norman
B1DAD96F5867A04F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B1E4630C94ABABFB_## = Soul Elegy
B1EB6042D4BB053F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B205DF6217FBC528_## = In Dreams
B213672DAAFD6FFE_## = Volkath admits that he underestimated Tel'Annas. He will not
make that mistake a second time.
B219ED24ED8619EC_## = Common citizens of the Federation.
B226F41C613D0CCE_## = Xeniel Biography
B276700404DD12BD_## = Once found herself in D'Arcy's room after a wind magic spell
gone wrong.
B27A366A5A05A1C0_## = The First Demon Hunter
B286B7CBC66C75AD_## = Life is like the summer bloom.
B28BD45B714CAD80_## = Butterfly Biography
B28F332264D0583D_## = Drink till he drops
B2C0450C4D6C682E_## = A lifeless, barren wasteland west of Silverwing Castle and
north of Moonlit Plains. An underground passage that leads to the Abyss has been
sealed away.
B2E2BC10E4375A0C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B2E861B89FF33649_## = "Above the Heavens, she stands beside the throne of the Great
Ones. Lauriel spreads her six majestic wings and soars."\n\nLauriel was the
guardian of the Temple of Light and the spiritual leader of its followers. Devoted
to her task, she kept an endless vigil within the Temple directing her power
against the encroachment of darkness. She devoutly obeyed the words of the Great
Ones and was thereby imbued with their almighty power. She was their herald,
spreading truth to the Great One's followers, in whose eyes, she was the
embodiment of their Grace and Righteousness.\n\nThe sincerity of Lauriel's belief
gave her unrivaled power and, for a while, wielded control over reincarnation
itself. During that time, the rebirth, resurrection, and guidance of souls through
reincarnation were all under Lauriel's control. The flapping of her wings would
bring new life into being, while the closing of her wings would throw life into yet
another cycle of toil.\n\nWhile doing battle with the army of the Fallen, the
followers once witnessed Lauriel spreading her wings and charging the enemy ranks.
The lightning she summoned arched and sliced through the demonic horde in a single
blow. The forces under her command were then fearless in their mission of
vanquishing the army of the Fallen.\n\n"I will blow the horn of judgment at the end
of days!"
B30AEA2635C16480_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
between Okka, Norman and Verno Forest, and it borders the Moonlit Plains. The
tunnels beneath lead into the Abyss.
B30B09AB38F7DEC6_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B30D18F5A89C9719_## = The Trustworthy
B3243FF58DB90A4E_## = Taara
B32B5805A579F5BB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B32F4A3DAADF6FAF_## = 25 Sep
B3395B71483FBBE0_## = Federation of the Free
B35B285396C1AD10_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B3712AFFFCB01D06_## = D'Arcy
B39385AE4294C7AA_## = Chapter 9
B3B345147132F026_## = Violet
B3DB97B501F995CD_## = Baldum Biography
B423E3BD82DC786C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B429B98E835478A7_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B42ACF854278102E_## = Veda Affiliate
B453DBF22F1BE6E8_## = Guardian of the Glade
B47B1DDFF9F0F7BF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B47ED6E83487920C_## = Mganga
B48355BB21D8CA6F_## = Always smiling, no one has ever seen her angry
B4BBB5E98AF4297C_## = "There is no better medicine than Eland'orr's smile." - Krixi
B5125C8021A1B5A3_## = Dark Lord Reborn
B515EE8265606E22_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B578F870A6D0F404_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B5AA7E1385785055_## = Politics has nothing to do with right or wrong, only success
or failure.
B5B7BC79879FCB6A_## = Wukong
B5CCF241D1D080D9_## = Letor in Distress
B5CDA7714F24BD7A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B604159C978E04E3_## = A fanatical tea enthusiast who must have three servings of
desserts
B61CCFEB2300D1DE_## = Who holds the highest status in the Moren family?
B62084E077E4A915_## = Enzo Biography
B63CF1D1EE53DF43_## = The Water Ascendant
B6415855830D4E3F_## = Black Rock Redoubt
B648A5C79BB24D73_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B6498A0171C8E69A_## = A prince will always be a prince.
B64C7F5D9138F99B_## = “Who is the craziest one?!"\n\nWiro is a famous "mad hero".
Some like his bold character, while some hate his madness. None of this matters to
Wiro anyway. He simply enjoys life and adventures in his own way. Too many new
things to be discovered and too many evil enemies to be challenged in
Athanor.\nWhile Wiro's style often makes himself an obstacle, few see Wiro as a
real enemy, especially the warlords with armies. Those with power all understand
that there is no real conflict between Wiro and them, because he is a lone wolf
that demands no power or wealth, unlike themselves.\n\nWiro had been through many
legendary adventures and his heroic deeds became popular stories. People love his
wisdom, courage and humor, but they are puzzled by his recklessness. Why does he
love danger so much?\n\nSome think it's Wiro's bold personality, but that's far
from the truth: Wiro's body contains two different souls. When the dimensional rift
expanded, the Wiro in a different world sensed the changes in Athanor, so he
followed clues and met his other self in Athanor.\n\nBoth of them have been
practicing "212" and their souls resonated from the moment they met. The Wiro in
Athanor was trying to find a way to fix the dimensional rift, while the Wiro from
another world also wanted to save his homeland from this crisis. They needed
greater power!\n\nWith the spiritual guidance of "212", they fused and two souls
became one.\n\nOf course, in other people's eyes, there is only one Wiro. One body
cannot handle the power of two souls, so the overflowing power resides in Wiro's
axe, which is the only dragon axe that could withstand the true power of "212". The
power is awakened when Wiro's life is in danger.\n\nAfter all, Wiro is not joking
when he says, "If you kill me, there is always another!"\n
B689EB2C51162704_## = Hall of Judgment
B6955F5ADFCA21D3_## = Ormarr
B6B013134F4BEF42_## = The world is a forest of darkness.\nSome are predator, some
are prey.\nWhich one are you?
B6CFFEC21521105C_## = Nemesis of Light
B6D5ED28CC517630_## = Silver Sword
B71C2402DB9154C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete
a kill</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero.
B739F70F14226271_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B752B5DA546C8A23_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B755216D9E672BE7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B760436E999E2268_## = Murad and Yena had come to the Great Wall because they had
been told that D'Arcy might be able to repair the artifact, a possibility that was
confirmed by Yena's revelation for Andura Stones attuned to Dimensional Magic were
key to repairing and perhaps reforging the artifact."Well, ah, we are here." A
sudden change seemed to have come over the visitors, which made Bubba slightly
uneasy. But they were in D'Arcy's domain, and surely nothing could escape the
master mage's attention, nor could anyone possibly try to cause trouble in this
place. And so he continued to lead the way towards the reception room, and knocked
on the dark mahogany doors.No response."Ah...these doors are pretty thick and
sometimes you have to knock harder that you usually would. Lord D'Arcy is sometimes
so absorbed in his work, you understand..." Bubba smiled and knocked a little
harder and faster.Still no response.Bubba frowned. He brought the guests to the
reception room at D'Arcy's instructions. Why was there no sign of any movement in
the room? With brows furrowed, Bubba lifted his hand and prepared to knock a third
time."Hold on." Murad stopped Bubba. His expression was solemn and alert, and the
ancient blade that he had on his belt was in his free hand. "There is strong magic
coming from inside the room. Dimensional Magic.""Wha - what are you doing?" Bubba
gasped."What do you think I'm supposed to be doing? Open the door, of course."
Bubba did not even see Murad's blade. All he saw was the thick mahogany door fall
to the ground in pieces, leaving scattered fragments and wood dust all over the
floor.Walking into the room, Murad saw two sofas and a tea table on top of a fine
carpet, a cup of still-hot tea lying undisturbed on the table. What he did not see
was any sign of D'Arcy - or that of any living thing, for that matter."Looks like
Lord D'Arcy might have encountered some...inconveniences." Still holding the Blade
of Time, Murad could see a wisp of silver runes in the air, almost completely faded
away. Murad turned around at Bubba, who had a bewildered expression on his face,
and Yena, who looked at him curiously with an eyebrow raised.And he said, "Shall we
give him some help?"
B7BA34F1D315B51C_## = Valhein
B7D144BD3FCBD4EF_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B7DB50BB86BAD366_## = Kahlii
B7E3D5D835FBB8F8_## = Record holder of the Land of Dragons' Big Eater competition.
B7FF2A71E40B3AB1_## = Master and Pupil
B87EC62A222D8325_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B897A184C313BD00_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B8BD7AF71FEDD6A4_## = A rare ancient book
B8CC908E3393AA01_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B8E5F7FD7FAD3FF8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B911027CD9E8EC6D_## = The Tempest
B92649FEAACFBCE9_## = Silent Sea
B954AB6D181C182D_## = Charge up the power of thunder
B98490C5CBED98A7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
B9AB4AA2AFFBD31F_## = "The sun is not the only source of Holy Light. The stars in
the sky hold potent power as well."\n\nAlice was only 5 years old when she read
this, a passage from one of the many books that Yorn borrowed for her. She
particularly enjoyed the works of one Scunthor, whose deceptively simple and
humorous style of writing concealed knowledge beyond imagination. And she began to
pester Yorn to find her any works by Scunthor he could get his hands on.\n\nShe was
just a little human girl who lived on Mt. Orphean then, whose understanding of
magic was limited to knowing that it held great power, yet could only be wielded by
a few. She did not know the significance of the name Scunthor, nor did she have any
idea of the wisdom and power that the books she read had. She made short work of
the simple stories and manuals, and began to seek out the more difficult
works.\n\nWhy were normal people unable to see the elements?\nWhy did sulfur
increase the power of fire magic?\nWhy did Scunthor's 108 experiments all fail to
achieve the result he expected?\nWhy was he so happy to prove that he was
wrong?\n...There was too much that Alice did not know and could not possibly
understand. Fortunately, she had a big friend, Yorn, to help her. Though Yorn's own
knowledge of magic was rather limited, he provided guidance and wisdom from his
much wider range of experience.\n\nAs Alice's studies advanced, however, her
questions became more difficult. Eventually Yorn had to take her to Ignis and
Jinna, whose extensive knowledge pointed Alice in the right direction, helping her
grasp the heart of the issue and expand her imagination, understanding the world of
magic in her own way. Without realizing it, she had opened the doors to a brave new
world.\n\nAs her knowledge of the world increased, her spiritual world began to
align with the physical one. Her soul was transcending to a higher level, helped by
the Holy Light that shone on Mt. Orphean, changing her spiritually and physically.
Her studies took place at night, not just because she had the church's lessons
during the day, but also because of Scunthor's meditations on the stars in the
sky.\n\nThen one night, bright red starlight streaked across the sky towards the
foothills of Mt. Orphean. Soon a purple aura rose above the temple of Veda in
response, and all those who saw it were stunned, for it was the mark of Ilumia, a
miracle that ought to belong only to her.\n\nThus was it known that a new Maiden
was born in Veda, who held no office but sat atop Mt. Orphean, serving Ilumia on
behalf of the believers.
B9ACA44DC373AE99_## = Her father Androl is the biggest sponsor of St. Sephera's
High School.
B9B43F6A4BE5DB88_## = Elborne Lake
B9C1583B16BCBE80_## = {0} Life Steal <color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
B9DCCECF6D477A34_## = Maloch's trust in Volkath is absolute, and he firmly believes
that Volkath will lead them to conquer all of Athanor.
BA017D0393AB583C_## = Ata, who has no talent in magic
BA027F27AA5A833D_## = I am destined to conquer the sea!
BA1F571664FF142C_## = Murad Biography
BA3BB9F7EB5F8BBC_## = Soon the shadows will rise, creeping towards the light of
day.\nThe strong must rise, to protect the world from the darkness.
BA4339E24AD117C8_## = Whom among the following has never had romantic ties with
Volkath?
BA4B0E7D1DEAF826_## = Will do anything for his friends, though he will never admit
it.
BA4F94940AB9F3BF_## = Zill is Tel'Annas' most trusted lieutenant. Having refused
Tel'Annas' offer of peerage, Zill returned to his queen's side when she woke from
her long slumber.
BA566054C83DB9F4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BA7CB7751FC221EC_## = Dragon's Bane
BA7D378F545FC809_## = Sephera Biography
BA8687F7D5E89A26_## = 8 Dec
BAB08159AE194107_## = Violet
BAF4E77C5FEE4D12_## = Natalya
BAFD641BAA4F2BF5_## = The Deceiver
BB0652C0B75CFD4C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BB16A2C9A71698AC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BB3A334E7B5E94F9_## = Father conscripted into army
BB500D56E3F3277D_## = Yorn
BB56847541D80705_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BB852B1406D404A1_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BBA002019B2168DF_## = Few have ever seen him smile.
BBB289A74C019370_## = Tel'Annas
BBC6708E3BF28628_## = Forgetfulness that's always causing her to spend too much
time looking for things
BBD15B544631CE68_## = D'Arcy
BBEC43FA73828534_## = He had bones like steel and muscles like boulders. He was
stout, righteous and agile, with strength that rivaled the gods.\n\nAll centaurs
were born warriors, and Baldum was the most impressive of them all. He was a legend
of the savage eras, not only bearing witness to the beginning and end of the war
between Humans and Afata and the two Darkness Invasions, but also faithfully
guarding all living beings on the Moonlight Plains with his Cosmic Totem.\n\nThe
mystical Cosmic Totem, known to have seen it all from the very birth of the
universe, was actually an Andura Shard, holding the power of time. It was how
Baldum remained immortal, never to decay or die despite all the decades that had
passed. However, the Totem's powers protected Baldum only and no one else—thus, he
was doomed to watch his clan, his people, depart from the living world one by one
through the years, leaving Baldum as the only centaur in Athanor.\n\nFor a long
period, people believed that Baldum was but an ancient myth, and even most
inhabitants of the Elborne Woods were unsure whether Baldum was still alive. Not
until Volkath, the Dark Lord, made his comeback with his Lokheim army, were the
mortals able to truly see him with their very own eyes. He had his back towards
everyone, but seeing him fight his way against the swarms of Lokheim was enough to
raise the morale of all Afata troops, who lived the rest of their lives with the
image of this magnificent warrior engraved in their minds.\n\n"After I buried my
last relative, I ran twelve laps around the crypt according to our clan customs. My
forefathers said that by making the ground quake with our hooves, we would awaken
Mother Earth, who would come call her children home."\n\n"I've been to many
funerals in my life—too many, but that was the most lonely one. No clan members ran
at my side, no clan members sang the dirge with me. The whistling wind was my only
companion. That, and the Cosmic Totem in my arms."\n\n"That was when Y'bneth
brought me a gift from the Tree of Dawn—a segment of its roots. I planted it on the
burial grounds of my people, to commemorate the brave battles they had
fought."\n\n"Y'bneth was skilled indeed. It was a mere root then, but he cultivated
it into the Verno Woods we see now."\n\nThrough chatting with Baldum after the
battle, people finally learned more about his tragic past. The "Y'bneth" he
mentioned was, in fact, the Ancient Treefolk who brought the Verno Woods to life.
He brought to Baldum not only a gift from the Tree of Dawn but also a request: for
him to head towards the glacial wildlands to the north of the Moonlight Plains and
stand guard over the Abyssal Fissure near the foot of the sacred Mt.
Orpheus.\n\nThat was how Baldum spent the past thousand years—all alone, in the
abandoned wildlands, desolate and friendless. At one point, he nearly forgot that
he was once a warrior. With the memory buried deep, he simply sat there,
reminiscing about the good old days when he and his clan members ran around,
laughing, under the orange sunsets. But as soon as the Lokheim showed signs of
abnormal activity and the flames of war neared his homeland, the born warrior
immediately regained the battle instincts that ran deep in his blood.\n\n"These
woods sprouted from land fertilized with the flesh and blood of my clan. Every
flower, every tree, is my family. As long as I am alive and breathing, you dirty
wretches shall not pass!"
BC2ECD199D6986FD_## = When the Fallen invaded, a group of devout followers at the
Temple of Light willingly submitted themselves to Poison Fang, a parasite, becoming
immortal warriors to protect their sacred ground from the Fallen while bearing the
eternal and wicked curse. \n\nThe hosts of Poison Fang cannot be killed, and the
parasite can be passed onto offspring through generations. Natalya, a descendant of
these warriors, also carried the parasite.\n\nWhen one of the tribe fell to
insanity caused by the overwhelming power, the warrior was devoured, and his
strength was absorbed by the rest of the tribe. To fight the external threats, the
Temple quarantined the tribe to breed stronger hosts.\n\nNatalya happened to be the
best descendant the Temple had seen in years. To appease her, the Temple even sent
an emissary with extravagant gifts to her coming-of-age ceremony. What they did not
know was that Natalya had grown tired of the humiliating quarantine and did not
want to see her tribe falling insane.\n\n"I will bear all the sins!" She devoured
her entire tribe during the ceremony to end their cursed destiny. The head of the
emissary, hung high in the temple, showed her determination to break away from the
temple, for she knew very well that the root of the curse is the ambitious
Temple.\n\nNatalya faded into darkness and managed to split from the Poison Fang
with curses from the same school of magic. In exchange, she swore allegiance to
Veera. With Poison Fang by her side as a loyal pet, Natalya held the power to rain
destruction in her wake.
BC3136C653945A9D_## = The Gentle Blade
BC4E651516EDFF97_## = Zill
BC575E91E2011F4B_## = Dark Lord Reborn
BC70E888A79F5ED6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BC7B1A934DDD3AAE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BC7CCE934554B4F2_## = Veda
BC8C4C9FB0B308BF_## = The Stalwart Twins
BC9D02D9601EFFCD_## = Murderous demon
BCB74435F0DC063A_## = She was tone-deaf, and singing would definitely give her away
BCD133DE80C1A45F_## = Repay debt to the Cod's Head Tavern
BCF42F3F1068614A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BD1E57962C69C14D_## = Drag Murad along and find an oasis
BD903EC99B843A2C_## = Thorne
BD92A5AC206201A9_## = 1 Mar
BDB2DC03ACDC5A00_## = Has a daily routine of running a hundred rounds around the
Carano Academy
BDB9050496D6E9FB_## = Hall of Wisdom
BE014CD5FCBD2095_## = Dark Lord Reborn
BE066313DEAFE38E_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
BE0C16969CBD04DB_## = Gildur
BE1DA95A679E1BC7_## = The Monkey King
BE5E414199D13C69_## = Meeting
BE7095EC91B20389_## = World Tree
BEA31C1FEC327A68_## = Which of the following skills does Max excel at?
BEAB2BD2701C077A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BEAB8E3479AE0670_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BEBF8A16782288E9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BEE937D358B616CB_## = Butterfly wore a dress for the first time when she
accompanied Astrid to a noble banquet. The insolence of Florentino after seeing her
dance awkwardly in her dress has earned him a place on her hit list.
BEEFAE86145C18FD_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
BF03323FDF853E10_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BF03E58871CC19A3_## = The Trinity
BF10EC0970CE3936_## = Swore never to dance again after trying it with Astrid and
stepping on her feet more than a dozen times.
BF411A15C7F0EBA3_## = Iron Mountains
BF4B73C470356A54_## = Afata
BF604469DD261EA4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BF69C4748C99B9CB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
BF8EC58DD41F1D8B_## = The first time Peura saw the wings of Lauriel, she was being
wildly chased by Aleister. In fact, after Aleister defected from the Bright Temple,
he started coveting the Fountain of Light under Lauriel's protection. After all, it
was a key ingredient for his magic experiments. \n\nLauriel fell under siege of the
Fallen and suffered severe injuries. She was left with no other choice but to
escape into the Dark Forest. This is when she encountered the forest guardian,
Peura, who lent her a helping hand.\n\nHowever, Peura had no way to resist the
destructive power of Aleister's magic. In order to prevent Aleister from
succeeding, Lauriel handed the Fountain of Light to Peura and stood her ground so
that she may escape. Aleister was very cunning however. He didn't give them any
chance as he dropped thunder on them and turned them black and blue.\n\n"I will
drink this all before I let him succeed!" The weakened Peura used her last bit of
energy to drink the Fountain of Light and the light energy it contained burst
throughout her body. In fact, the overflow of power even burst forward and healed
the prostrate Lauriel before her eyes. With Peura's help, Lauriel recovered and
successfully defeated Aleister.\n\nAfter it was all over, Lauriel invited Peura to
join the Temple of Light, but she politely refused. "I have a sworn oath to protect
the Dark Forest, but visitors from the Bright Temple will always be considered
friends."
BF9824D49F8825A6_## = Baldum
BFA7EC314750AB34_## = Maelstrom
BFB5C01365B8D9DD_## = Murad
BFC8820B2716ACC1_## = Violet's party is attacked by sand bandits in the Eastern
Desert. What would she do?
BFD032D45CD12433_## = Of all the students at the Magic Academy, which of the
following does Paine like the least?
BFE36DC6910689B3_## = 23 Jun
BFE408D6DE1C76CE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C00DAE8FEFF4EED0_## = My worms will devour every ounce of your flesh.
C010D6D6EF46B7BD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C01F6D176C0821CD_## = The result of nature's laws being warped by Abyssal energies,
the Maelstrom connects the underground passages used by the Lokheim demons. It is
an important base for Lokheim's naval operations.
C020703B8D65CFF0_## = Turning into a cool breeze to relieve the Elven Queen in the
summer
C02DC64CBAB8BF89_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C03DFC92ECF96AFC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
C08B51977CF9FFC7_## = Violet and Vanheim fought alongside Murad in the eastern
deserts and became good friends as a result.
C093897106111299_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C0A94FCA5626A669_## = Max
C0D48AEC5B24BEC8_## = Diaochan
C0D8DF161C1022E6_## = Alice
C0FBE3FCA680F511_## = Veda
C142243B17545789_## = Night Ranger
C14E68A04612008C_## = You better make up your mind.\n\nOnce I set my eyes on you,
we will be together forever.\n\nEvery minute, every second.\n\nOr else, prepare to
die.
C14F95FDC422CEF3_## = 9 Dec
C15C7DF6BCDB340C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C16C22C41725073F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C188DF714F3881C0_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C18E615AB69ACE70_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C19688EA503283AA_## = "Hey, are you still alive?"\n\nsaid a childish voice. Sylva
looked up and saw a well-dressed adolescent standing in front of the prison door
looking down at him.\n\n"I heard that you're good at assassinations. As long as
you're willing to teach me, I'll find a way to spare you the death
penalty."\n\nSylva chuckled as he looked at the young boy who was less than half
his height. After spending almost half a month in prison in Kazell, he's finally
met someone interesting.\n\n"Little guy, does your father know that you run around
like this in the middle of the night?"\n\nThe boy pouted. His father was long gone,
and the lovers of his philandering mother could surely figure out how to get this
poor old guy out;\n\neven if the crime he committed was hanging the head of a
nobleman's son upside down in the middle of the night at the gate.\n\n"Since you're
dying anyway, do you want to take a gamble?"\n\nIn this way, Sylva muddled one more
[apprentice]. At the same time, his trial period was indefinitely extended, and the
boy's words seemed credible.\n\nThe boy continued to come after dinner in the
evening and stayed till early in the morning, and he was accompanied only by an old
white-haired butler. Sylva could see that although the boy was born into a noble
family, his parents were not around to discipline him. Only a few nobles had powers
as such in Kazell, and dead or long-absent nobles were even rarer.\n\nOne day, at
the end of a normal training session, Sylva suddenly decided to test his
theory.\n\n"Your mother is Linda Cardilla."\n\nThe boy raised his eyebrows but kept
silent. Now it was Sylva's turn to wonder.\n\n"Your mother has influence on
Kazell's nobles. Since you're from such a wealthy family and have no worries, why
did you come to me?"\n\n"I'll become a senator and protect the Free Federation."
The boy turned his head and his eyes shone brightly, "I know it's hard, but I can
do it."\n\n"So, I took to learning all the necessary skills, including
assassination. It'll help me get rid of my political enemies."\n\nSylva gave a dry
laugh: "Well, I couldn't care less about this crappy place, and I don't want
anything to do with it."\n\n"If it had been under my administration, justice would
have be upheld, and your daughter would not have died in vain."\n\nAt the mention
of this sorrowful event, Sylva became silent. Quillen stood quietly beside him for
a moment and then bowed to him.\n\n"Allow me to respectfully address you as my
teacher. Tomorrow, you will be free again. All the best."\n\nMany years later, when
the pale-haired Sylva saw the well-dressed Senator Quillen of the Federation in the
crowd, he always remembered the arrogant boy. In those times, his eyes were full of
hope and enthusiasm.\n\n-THE END-\n
C1A04C3F87A38391_## = Loves to workout. Spends at least five hours working out
daily.
C1A9D89ABFB9676F_## = The capital of the Kingdom of Okka, located at the foot of
Mt. Orphean. It is the closest human city to the holy mountain, and the starting
point for Veda pilgrims.
C1B6225EDADD0D6D_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C1B90606807CBB01_## = The hungry will be fed,\nthe cold will be clothed,\nthe
injured will be healed.\nWhat do you seek, protector of Light?
C1E97F1859A790C5_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C21E761B5EE164C8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C23DB701E6BA63BE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C244C3C796D28F79_## = Nemesis in the Abyss
C24B856C81D7C1BB_## = The honorable defenders of the sanctuary's gate, whose light
is second to none.
C26EE44C26BD349A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C27B3352E0EF55C6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
C27E9E45DB84A404_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C27ECA71A40FF664_## = Hunting Drill
C298AECD49E1FEBB_## = The greatest wonder in the history of mankind, the Great Wall
protects the southern border of Norman from Lokheim invasion. The view from the top
of the wall is said to be spectacular, though casual visitors are not permitted in
this high-security area.
C2BDD6BDB0BC8CCF_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
C2DC8D376A9CAE3E_## = Kingdom of Okka
C2EC4E85306088E8_## = Moren
C3265233F01163DC_## = Soul Bond
C327B69236DBB405_## = Yena
C328D5EF18BBE01E_## = Paine Biography
C33CB96B1B6685DB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C3B1556E39B8C7D9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C3CB8DDB84E45E31_## = Verno Forest
C42245EDE5C34F58_## = Encounter
C46ADA41DF2FDB51_## = Sephera
C48D1EB666BA2925_## = The Indomitable
C4994AA9675742B5_## = Fennik
C4B12D109B09D8E7_## = "Flowers, women - I desire all that is beautiful."\nAs the
sole heir to the House of Perfume, Florentino's romantic adventures were as well-
known as his lavish balls.\n\nThe people of Casanova spoke of extravagant scenes of
great halls and illustrious guests and their retinues of servants numbering in the
hundreds if not thousands, endless lines of carts bringing fine food to the estate
along paths paved with fresh flowers, and eager noble ladies in their best dresses
and jewels.\n\nEven the common folk benefited from the affair. The flowers that
decorated the road were given out after the party started, filling peasant homes
with fresh fragrance for days, while leftover food was given to the poor and needy,
a rare opportunity for them to put meat on the table.\n\nConsidering the
illustrious martial history of the House of Perfume, Florentino's lavish lifestyle
was generally frowned upon. "My stable boy could beat Lord Florentino with one hand
tied behind his back" was a running joke among high society. And while Florentino
garnered praise from those who benefited from his generosity (or indifference), to
many of the common folk he was but a spoiled brat blessed with more gold than he
knows what to do with.\n\nFlorentino himself was thoroughly unconcerned about such
views. From a very young age he knew he was different from other people. His blood
had given him wealth, title and talent, allowing him the freedom to live life as he
pleased, enjoying all that life had to offer.\n\n"The House of Perfume's wealth and
prestige was built upon the genius and hard work of eleven generations. What better
way to honor their wisdom than to show the world the result of this hard
work?"\n\nAs war raged on the frontlines, Florentino continued to sit comfortably
in the rear, enjoying all that life has to offer. Yet the Duke of Rose did nothing
to curb his lavish lifestyle. Florentino had broken no law or decree. Far from it,
his lavish spending drove trade and taxation in the land, providing the common folk
with opportunities for work and luring many to move to Casanova.\n\nThis allowed
the Knights of Rose to enjoy a steady supply line, not just in arms and food, but
in soldiers as well.\n\nAnd so the Duke of Rose turned a blind eye to Florentino's
lifestyle. That is, until Florentino built a grand and majestic ship, inviting
special guests to join him to sail upstream to the mysterious Elborne Woods in
order to see the beauty of the elves for themselves. The ambitious plan drew the
attention of the realm, and every noble considered it an honor to receive an
invitation to board the ship.\n\nEven Astrid, the Duke of Rose's only
granddaughter, joined the trip with her retinue of knights. She thought little of
the famously spoiled young noble, but the war depended on Casanova's stability, and
Casanova's stability depended on Florentino coming back from this trip in one
piece.\n\n"Do as I tell you, and I will make sure your head stays on your
shoulders." Those were the only words Astrid said to Florentino before she turned
and walked away. Florentino just smiled and shrugged. He was always kind and
patient with the ladies, especially the beautiful ones.\n\nThe ship returned after
just one month, hardly enough to even reach the edge of the Elborne Woods. Curious
questions followed, of course, but they received only one response from the noble
guests on the trip: determined, absolute silence. All that people knew was that
Astrid returned calmer, steadier, and looking more mature than she ever had been -
and she asked to study with Florentino, in the most solemn and dignified ceremony
possible. "The Madness of Astrid" soon become the talk of the kingdom.\n\nThere was
no explanation until several years later, when the Okka Kingdom in the north
entered into alliance with the Normans in the south. It turmed out that
Florentino's ship had barely entered Okka territory, when they were attacked by
Okka Knights corrupted by the Abyss. When Astrid was injured by an assassin in the
chaos, it was Florentino who drew his sword and stepped forward, defeating the
assassin and the attacking knights with moves beyond the comprehension of normal
men, saving Astrid's life.\n\nThe guests on the ship looked on in shock at this
side of Florentino that they have never seen or even imagined. To avoid any
possible political implications, all those involved were bound to an oath of
absolute silence. Even so, Astrid's determination to study with him was the source
of much commotion, something that Florentino would much rather have done without.
But there was no denying the request of a lady so beautiful in appearance, yet so
fiery and determined in soul.\n"Well, I never could turn down a beautiful girl!"
C4BF16ED902DCD57_## = Kingdom of Norman
C4C9FDAD0C25C3C6_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
C4CFFEDBDF4EB31F_## = Shh. It's our little secret.
C4D273631D4637FA_## = Music! Incomparable music!\n\nYou conquered me with your
song.\n\nMy soul dances for you.\n\nCome, let's play the chorus of life!
C4D44DB59A962014_## = Dark Lord Reborn
C4F7C3B5CED6B156_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C52452B8FB29F902_## = Carano Academy's most "terrifying professor"
C532CFDA4B73B56A_## = Can fall asleep standing.
C57501C7CAACF6EF_## = Born in a remote border town, Violet was sent to live with
her uncle from a young age. Her relationship with her uncle's family was poor, and
by the age of 10 she had ran away from home, living on the streets, when she was
discovered by an instructor at the Royal Military Academy, becoming its youngest
student ever.\nThe instructor's faith was soon justified, as Violet demonstrated
tremendous talent with firearms, and she also got along well with her fellow cadets
thanks to her egregious nature. When she was 17 she single-handedly held off
monsters emerging from an abyssal rift for hours while on a field trip, earning her
the Academy's highest honor, as well as a lasting friendship with fellow cadet
Valhein. She joined the Demon Hunters after graduation, rising quickly through its
ranks to become its highest commander.\nViolet resigned her position after she was
accused of insubordination while investigating the biggest case of corruption in
the Federation's history. She became a mercenary, but maintained a strong
relationship with the Demon Hunters, often assisting them on dangerous missions or
cases where official involvement was inconvenient.\nOne unremarkable afternoon,
Violet was hired by a senator to escort the senator's daughter to attend the Magic
Academy. Little did she know the adventure that she was about to embark on, or the
part she would play in the world's history...
C59034D4BFB16D46_## = D'Arcy Biography
C5C7BB0ADE68305C_## = Afata
C5C8B6483BAB6920_## = Once considered the most desirable bachelor of the Helios
Empire.
C5D35D28E0E1B9A9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C5D597496DC500A9_## = "Wukong, you'll reap what you sow!"\nToro still held a grudge
against Wukong even after of all those years. As the master of Emerald and Rumbling
Mountains, Toro was considered one of the great lords of the world. His strength
and power were evident as he had surpassed Wukong in the Blood Oath of the Beasts
without using any talismans like the magic staff.\nIndeed, Toro once shared a good
time with Wukong, but everything had turned sour since Wukong's journey to the
west. Had Wukong not made the journey, Toro's child would not have become a
disciple and his concubine would still be alive. "We're sworn brothers and we said
we would be brothers no matter what. Why is he always messing with me?” Toro lost
his mind every time he thought of the tragic events in his life.\nToro wanted to
confront Wukong to set things straight, but Wukong had become a Buddha upon
completing his journey. Toro felt inferior. After learning that Wukong was heading
to Athanor, Toro seized the opportunity and followed Wukong. He won Afata's trust
by revealing his true identity and was looking forward to the decisive battle with
his sworn brother.\n“Where is that stupid monkey? I'm gonna teach him a lesson…
with my fists.”
C60A31BDFC7BAB11_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C61C60BF4AEF40C7_## = Raz Biography
C6203CCE9279B3E3_## = Located north of Black Rock Redoubt, a stormy and harsh place
inhabited only by the toughest creatures. Rarely does anyone have a reason to visit
this god-forsaken place.
C66E6D39CFC1E772_## = Hayate
C67C3910660150D8_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
C694A1FF2C75F84E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C6A67C8E55644993_## = The Star and the Goddess
C6BBA14F98035C41_## = Max
C6EEF0227A3F908D_## = The Demon Hunter
C6F1AC17ACEDE7F0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C6FCCB9810D40407_## = Silverwing Castle, capital of the Kingdom of Okka.Arthur
stood at the head of his armies, wearing shining silver armor. Behind him, the
standard of Okka flew proudly. For the flagbearer it was a great honor to carry the
silver wings and red, for it was only flown when the royal house went to war, and
to war was Crown Prince Arthur headed.Fifteen days before, Bishop Galvin delivered
a top-secret letter to him and his father, signed by Ilumia herself, 'inviting' the
kingdom's armies to join the allied forces at the ancient battlefield of the First
Lokheim Invasion.The letter did not reveal whom the foe was, nor did Bishop Galvin
say. Still, Arthur immediately went to muster the Order of Silverwing, for time was
of the essence, and there was not a single moment to waste.His questions were
answered three days later, when the Templar Knights arrived at Silverwing Castle,
and he found himself face-to-face with Seneschal Yorn at the castle's meeting
room.Organized after the Order of Silverwing, the Templar Knights were Veda's most
renowned mortal legion, comprising of eight hundred baptized knights, every one of
them among the best warriors to walk Athanor, equipped with the best armor and
weapons, and supported by three thousand well-equipped veteran men-at-arms, whose
skill, discipline and elan were unrivalled. Every single one of them was a fervent
believer, and they would sooner fight until last man had fallen than to flee from
battle, even in the face of desperate odds.The arrival of the Templars was a source
of encouragement for Arthur, but also of concern. He was glad to have such a
powerful ally by his side, but the fact that the Templar Knight were involved, and
that the Archon Yorn saw fit to lead the expedition personally, meant it was more
than mere bandits or heretics that they were dealing with.Could the demons of
Lokheim be on the move?Arthur rememberd that the previous Templar expedition was
sent in response to a disruption in the seal of Shadow Prison, which had caused
demonic creatures from the Abyss to break through and ravage the foothills of Mt.
Orphean. On that occasion the leader of the expedition was Arduin, a member of the
Kingdom of Norman's royal house and a devout believer; no Archon saw the need to
travel with the army personally.With unease brewing in his mind, Arthur met with
Yorn to discuss battle preparations, joined by Bishop Galvin. Fortunately, Yorn was
neither stubborn nor arrogant, nor did he try to fight Arthur for command of the
combined forces. Whether it was Yorn's own humility, or whether it was at Ilumia's
orders, it was a relief for Arthur, for he was confident that he had only one equal
in the land when it came to commanding cavalry, and that person was neither with
Veda nor Lokheim. He had no intention of ceding command to anyone else."Your
Highness, the Templar Knights, the Order of Silverwing, and the assembled forces of
the 72 noble lords are at your command, numbering 16,203 knights in total.""Give
the order. We move." Arthur mounted his horse, the towers of Silverwing Castle
behind him, with Mt. Orphean in the distance.Magister's Council of Carano, Kingdom
of Norman."My Lady! A report from the astrologers of the Tower of the Nine Rings!"
Hurried footsteps broke the calm of night."Calm yourself, Eliza. I already have
word from the Great Wall." Two long, white fingers picked up a parchment and handed
it to the visitor. The advent of paper-making had caused parchment to almost
entirely disappear from everyday use, for they were expensive and time-consuming to
make. Now they were only used by a few, and only for the most important
matters.Even in her state of excitement, Eliza quickly read through the letter and
understood its contents. "My Lady, should the High Council not convene for such an
important matter?""How many years have you served under me, Eliza?" Asked
Sephera."...three years, my lady." Taken aback by the sudden question, it took
Eliza a moment to answer."I see, only three years...no wonder you do not know how
things work with the High Council." Sephera turned up the light and pointed to her
desk. "Here is the resolution of the High Council. The honorable High Speaker has
already set out.""Is...is that not against the rules?" Eliza's voice tapered off
into a whisper, knowing full well the friendship between Lady Sephera and the High
Speaker."Rules exist to restrain the strong and protect the weak, Eliza. But the
rules must be bent if the strong are also threatened, for without the strong to
uphold them, the rules are no more than a piece of paper." With a wave, Sephera
dismissed Eliza.When D'Arcy faced Errol in Storm Valley, he sensed a dark power so
overwhelming that he felt entirely powerless before it. He had never felt this way,
not even when he faced his old master Lorion, before he had learned the power of
Dimensions. There were few who could make him feel that way, but he did not
recognize any of their presence at that scene.Narrowly avoiding death only thanks
to his Dimensional Portal, D'Arcy had no choice but to allow Errol and his
companions to leave, while he brought the injured Murad and Yena back to the Great
Wall, and wrote to Dirak and Sephera of his concerns, including the strange
happenings that he had noticed since his return to Athanor, and appearance of an
unknown yet extremely powerful figure.D'Arcy could feel his right arm ache as he
wrote, and sensed the strange, unfamiliar power moving towards the north.
C719157DAF29EE0E_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C71E087FF0C9EF0D_## = Return
C721C30B72DA03D1_## = Sharpshooter
C732B844F8F4CB92_## = Verno Forest
C739C46DC096615C_## = Kazell
C763C3CDCD794B83_## = The Archmagus
C7964BF3B14E51FD_## = Don't touch my robes, you'll soil them.
C7B129D995BD5D97_## = Lokheim
C7B9404B120C0679_## = Tulen
C7CBC585A5776A21_## = Kazell
C7D151AE679E0F4B_## = 1 Aug
C7FB49AD097AA24E_## = The hands of whom who touches her hair will be hacked without
mercy
C80A1B5D563E82C5_## = Ata Biography
C80E518FB78C3507_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C8229FAE75289D98_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C83D67E3B2C57223_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
C8455C9679407B17_## = "The roar of the storm signals your demise!"\n\nHistory tells
of many heroes who broke free of the constraints of gravity and flew through the
air. However, none of them were ever able to attain the free, unfettered flight of
a bird. The reason for this is Zill, a lethal danger hidden in the seemingly
peaceful skies. The embodiment of the wind element, Zill can not only conjure
devastating storms, but can also form the wind into razor-sharp blades that tear
through even the toughest of enemy defenses.\n\nIn the great war, Zill slaughtered
dozens of marauding demons, earning him fame and admiration throughout the land.
His remarkable martial exploits brought him status and influence. However, no one
could understand why he refused the title of Guardian of the Forest of Shadows. He
simply stated that the trappings of glory are incompatible with his free-spirited
nature.\n\n"When you need me, I will sever the heads of your enemies, tear them
limb from limb, and drink their blood. But the free wind should never be shackled."
That was the explanation he gave to Queen Tel'Annas. His unwavering loyalty and
selflessness won the Queen's respect and trust. Before entering her slumber, she
awarded Zill the right to exercise free will. Although this did not require him to
undertake any specific duties, it allowed him complete access to the collective
resources of the Forest of Shadows.\n\nFollowing this episode, Zill gradually faded
from the public's attention. Other than the elf Krixi who occasionally sensed his
presence, no one else saw any trace of him. For a time, people completely forgot
all about the hero who ruled the skies in the days of old. However, on the day of
the Queen's awakening, Zill was the first to return to her side. For a thousand
long years, Zill had given up the freedom he so desired to keep a silent vigil over
the slumbering Tel'Annas. This was his way of repaying the unconditional trust she
had placed in him.\n\n"My blades will cut through any obstacle!"
C8475DDBBC3B2EA1_## = Adopted Daughter
C85BD560D6885353_## = The sensation of rebirth is really wonderful.
C8A60790E1527B16_## = Blue
C8B43296A62084AB_## = Senator of the Free Federation/A Shadow Hand Superior
C8B904B28F7BABAF_## = Magic Academy
C8CA36DFAE139250_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C8EBBE8A377B5050_## = Likes to boast about his exploits to anyone who would believe
it, which is no one.
C90B122774F6BDBE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C90D84C9710B0A83_## = Natalya
C9139BA897FC826F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
C91E7911BCD43461_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
C97259F0A88B256F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
C98245DE5A31FB7C_## = Hayate
C9DF9A70728A2B9C_## = 178cm
C9E08197B416B8E2_## = The Elegant
CA0ABE9CF77DE6CC_## = Can you feel your soul trembling?
CA357FF3324375CD_## = Thane doesn't like it when I sneak out of the palace, but I
don't care. Let's go and have an adventure!
CA3EB19ABA9BD81E_## = The beginning of Violet and Butterfly's story.
CA440035064CC256_## = With the help from their mages, the Silverwing and Casanova
knights cleaned up the wasteland that used to be Sunfall Valley. The massive
explosion that rocked the valley yesterday had destroyed the hills around the
valley, revealing shining crystal formations. The mages identified them as
priceless Andura Stone, but even they could not explain how they came to appear at
Sunfall Valley. Nor did they know about the secret meeting that Arthur, rescued
from the brink of death by the Archon Lauriel, was currently participating
in.Lauriel and D'Arcy confirmed that Volkath's resurrection was successful, and so
with Lauriel and Arthur representing Veda, Tel'Annas representing Afata, and Astrid
and Dirak representing the League of Humans, the leaders of the three major
factions met to discuss their next move.In addition to dealing with the Lokheim
threat, the focus of the meeting soon moved to something more pressing - the Andura
Stone that had appeared in Sunfall Valley.Lauriel claimed that the Andura Stones
were the product of the clash between the light of Ilumia's magic and the darkness
of Volkath's resurrection ritual, and thus they belonged rightfully to
Veda.Tel'Annas and Astrid disagreed vehemently, of course. Eventually the three
sides came to an agreement, mediated by Arthur, whereby the Andura Stones would be
divided among the three factions evenly.Some of the stones were imbued with the
power of darkness, and they would be entrusted to the Magister's Council, with
Afafa and Veda each sending a representative to oversee their disposal, so that
they do not fall into Lokheim hands."Ushering in a new age of Enchantments, eh?"
Dirak's excitement was palpable as he grabbed D'Arcy's shoulder. Andura-powered
enchantments were Dirak's specialty, a versatile and effective form of magic that
could be used to boost the effectiveness of mages and warriors in combat. But the
rarity of Andura Stones had prevented them from being popularized - until now.Even
the stones imbued with the power of darkness could, in the right hands, be used for
good. Dirak was a firm believer that there was no such thing as evil power, only
evil hearts.This was why D'Arcy did not reject Dirak out of hand when his old
friend came calling. No one knew black magic better than D'Arcy on the Magister's
Council, and no one hated it more, but his trust in Dirak was absolute, and he was
confident that his old friend would use it for good.So much for old friends. What
of new ones?Murad and Yena sought him out because they needed his help. Having gone
through so much together, however, D'Arcy could say with confidence that he would
trust them with his life, and they with theirs.Still, D'Arcy felt he owed his new
friends something, and now was the opportunity to repay the debt. There was a good
chance that they would find Andura Stones imbued with the power of dimensions to
repair Murad's ancestral artifact, something which D'Arcy was eager to, even though
the same stones would have been of great benefit to his own studies.Of course,
D'Arcy had his eyes on more."Dirak.""What's up?""I might head for the deserts some
time.""All of a sudden?""I've heard my friends talk about it, and I would like to
see with my own eyes how the red sun sets upon the golden sands."Murad sneezed hard
in the Casanova Order's tent."Aww! That hurt!" The erstwhile prince was wrapped in
bandages, and the sneeze opened up his wounds. "Who's talking behind my
back?"Murad's eyes were on Yena, who was tending to his wounds as he spoke, and
Yena glared right back. If not for Murad's performance two days ago, she would not
even bother with him.But what a performance it was! While all who were present
stared at the massive shadow in stunned silence, Murad charged forward and lashed
out with his Blades of Time."Do not presume to challenge a god, vermin!"Volkath's
roar showed that he noticed Murad's actions. In that moment, did Murad truly
threaten the powerful Lord of Darkness?"Come on, talk to me. I'm bored to death
stuck to this bed."Yena frowned. "I've never seen anyone look so happy wrapped from
head to feet in bandages. Sometimes I wonder what your head is filled with...""Of
course I'm happy! It's the Lord of Darkness! Azzen'Ka can't even hold a candle
before him. I couldn't even stand straight when I saw him the last time, and that
time it was only a shadow of him. This time I had the guts to try to hit him, and I
even gave him a mighty scare!" Murad moved a little too much in his excitement, and
his wounds opened again."Aww, aww, aww...well, listen. Don't you think I've gotten
a lot stronger?" Asked Murad, finally calming down."Don't know, don't care." Yena
rolled her eyes and prepared to leave, picking up the old bandages on her way."Hey,
answer me!"Yes, thought Yena. You have gotten stronger alright - and a great deal
more annoying than when you were moping and brooding.She turned, and for an instant
Murad saw a smile on her face. He sat and stared, speechless.
CA5CFB123A916264_## = Lives a frugal, spartan lifestyle.
CA8602CB184FA154_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CA8A857EC5CCC66F_## = I have no interest in the thoughts of vermin.
CA9A65C79445DD57_## = Afata
CA9AB93DBED32F40_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CAB3CEBAE2D95FCC_## = Culture and education
CAC14514F4F664ED_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CAF28077C88D740B_## = The Firecracker
CB00809BBC103EEA_## = Linking the Kingdom of Norman with the Federation of the
Free, Montes has long been a prosperous trading port. As the threat to the kingdom
grew, Montes' role as a naval port has also become increasingly important.
CB036EC8ED415E6D_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
CB2DB22B5EE8A8FD_## = Moren
CB37F7AD94296E84_## = Sorting through garbage
CB6613ADD9794DA7_## = Alice was the youngest maiden to ever serve in the temple,
which was why she was allowed to refuse work and spend her days frolicking with all
manner of innocent creatures. The other maidens doted on her, akin to a mother's
love for her child.\n\nAs childlike and innocent as she was, the word "fear" was
not understood by her. Even in the presence of the temple leader, she did not hold
back her playfulness. The smile that she shared with everyone from the bottom of
her heart never failed to win people over.\n\nBut it would be foolhardy to
underestimate her because of her kindhearted nature. When the Fallen invaded, Alice
left the temple and joined the resistance. Her participation, skill, and magic,
greatly bolstered the army's combat strength. With her outstanding contribution,
Alice received the title of "the Princess".\n\n"Don't get on the wrong side of this
little princess."\n\nThis warning was always wise to bear in mind. Indeed, all of
the enemies that Alice defeated serve to underpin this advice, further proving her
prowess. If you were fortunate enough to witness Alice during battle, you would be
amazed at how one so small can unleash such a godly force with cataclysmic
effects.\n\n"There is no bravery without fear!"
CB7FB78147CA0EEA_## = She had to practice her dance skills for many years to be
accepted into the Temple.
CB802639F3FFD74E_## = "Peace or war? That is the question."\n\nThe birth of this
weapon was juxtaposed with the capability of destroying all weapons. It was unclear
whether or not Omega was created to wage wars or to end them.\n\nHis existence and
the contradictions his abilities possess had captivated and fascinated gods and
mortals alike. Omega was one of a kind. It belonged to no specific realm or
civilization, yet it possessed intelligence, self-awareness, controlled behavior,
and a natural instinct to wage war. Theories suggested that Omega was part of an
ancient, powerful, and mysterious civilization that proceeded all civilizations and
divine realms of the present. Yet he was the only living proof of it, and was
alienated by this world because of it.\n\nThe intrigue of Omega's origins were not
important, for the more pressing issue was its abilities and their contrasting
connotations. Omega's compulsion to wage war and his prowess in battles had led
suspicions to rise among the gods. They had every reason to doubt by which method
Omega was created to end all wars.\n\n"Violence for violence, war for war!"
CBAB16F9D2F3CB40_## = Okka Prince
CC27043B6056DA55_## = Kingdom of Norman
CC44F83418BA6E16_## = Located on the border between Verno Forest, the Kingdom of
Okka, and the Federation of the Free, the Moonlit Plains acts as a buffer zone
between the three powers. Many nomadic tribes dwell here.
CC7909D2F0836B3B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CC85A2E284BD7FFB_## = Enzo
CC8978E2DE8D0EF2_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CCF121B913C2E0D6_## = Batman has become a symbol of dark justice that hangs over
Gotham City. Born into wealth as Bruce Wayne, he witnessed his parents murdered in
front of him as a boy. This tragedy transformed his entire existence, reshaping him
into the consummate crime-fighter. \n\nWayne traveled the world for a decade,
training his mind and body relentlessly, pushing himself to the limits of human
capacity, all in preparation of donning the mantle of the caped crusader. His years
of tremendous effort have left him as not only the world's greatest detective, but
with a physical prowess that has yet to be bested by any foe.\n\nAs Batman, he has
consistently been forced into battle in an array of alternate worlds, dimensions
and universes. And it was through a bruising encounter with Zephys that Batman
pieced together the existence of Athanor. Zephys collided into Earth, bringing with
him a power of unimaginable magnitude. He had come to subdue the earth and build a
new world. One that would be subjugated by Athanor and be forced to provide fresh
troops for its eternal war.\n\nDuring the tumult, Batman found himself chasing
Zephys, passing through countless worlds and fragments of time. Finally catching up
to him, Batman sought to end Zephys' dark plot right then and there. However, he
just could not find an opening to end the fight. Suddenly, the hero Valhein
appeared, under orders from Thane, to investigate the strange rumblings of doom.
With his aid, Batman finally beat back Zephys and temporarily banished him back to
his realm.\n\n"Traveler, welcome to Athanor." Valhein whispered in a deep, but
urgent voice. Batman felt drawn towards this mysterious new land, to understand
just what sort of role it would play in his destiny. Stepping into the light, he
found himself in Thane's court. The resplendent king sat high above the rest as a
gloomy pall hung over the room. He thanked the Dark Knight for subduing Zephys and
handed him a shining gem, a fragment of Andura.\n\nUpon touching the gem, Batman
experienced a vision of fire and despair. Gotham lay in ruins, consumed by flames
that licked the air. Its inhabitants were being led towards the darkness in chains.
The old and feeble were disposed of. The young and strong were ripped away from
their loved ones and cowed. And above all of this sat a malevolent shadow that
seemed to glow brighter than the very flames swallowing the city. Then, at the snap
of its immaterial fingers, the light extinguished, and life existed no
more.\n\nBatman stood unmoving, transfixed in the horror. "This isn't real, is it?"
were his only words. This must be some sort of trick. However, the solemn shake of
Thane's head and his mournful eyes, brought ice into the Dark Knight's veins.
Thoughts raced through Bruce's mind. What is this madness? What is this despair?
Thane finally spoke "It is what will come to pass, if we sit idle." He continued,
"The Andura fragment you hold must be returned whole. It has the power to create,
and a devastating power to destroy. It matters not where your world lies in time
and space, all is connected to Athanor."\n\nAnd with that, Batman felt himself
hurdled back to Gotham, to ponder the choices that lay ahead. Then with quiet and
steeled determination, he fought. With Lucius and Alfred's aid, he modified his
armaments to prepare himself for the coming battle. His friends worried about him.
They were unsure of the threats lying in wait for Bruce. But as we all know from
experience, never underestimate the Batman.
CCFE8681FB557713_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CD2B151B348B25B3_## = The proud rulers of Athanor, the creators and protectors of
order, who sweep away the darkness.
CD32FD1180B3A29D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CD4222D4B6BF9064_## = The Silent Dissenter
CD6C5074F0ACDE3F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CD715270BC32A07C_## = Cresht
CD745D6AA8098D9D_## = Has the wind called you to me?\nBeneath the stars, above the
sands,\nwe sing a song of travel together.
CDC4838A70B632B1_## = Morning Star
CDF3A97F9F206328_## = “Leo, do you think I'm stubborn?”\n\nFeeling the warmth from
the lion cub, Arum finally calmed down. As unhappy as she was about the arranged
marriage, running away from it might have brought more trouble and grief to her
father. Exhausted both mentally and physically, she finally fell asleep in the
forest, a place she called home, next to Leo, whom she trusted with her
life.\n\nTen years ago, Arum arrived in Tamuq with her father Varian, who took a
position as a guard. He climbed the ranks swiftly, and was soon awarded a General
position by the Federal Council. Life did not remain peaceful, however. The
conflict between the Federation and the Verno Woods escalated and Tamuq, a small
town unfortunately located smack on the border, became the ideal location for both
factions to duke it out.\n\nArum could be thoughtful and understanding when she
wanted to, and she knew how much pressure her father was under. But how could she
throw away her love for the Verno Woods, where she met and saved sweet little Leo,
and the guardian pact she had sealed with the spirit beasts of the Lion Clan, just
to support her father? Many had, in fact, shown hostility towards Arum because of
her extraordinary past and fence-sitting position—people are extra sensitive
nowadays after all. If not for Varian's unblemished reputation, perhaps Arum would
have already been thrown into jail for colluding with the enemy.\n\nWith the town
on the brink of war, Varian forced Arum to wed Rahms. It was for her own
protection, Arum knew, as her father didn't expect to come out alive from the
battle between the two races, and the only way to keep her safe was to make her the
wife of Rahms, the only eligible bachelor with noble blood in Tamuq. Once wed to
Rahms, Arum would gain all immunities exclusive to the nobility and could no longer
be targeted by the public's accusations. This would give her a safer and brighter
future, even if Rahms wasn't exactly the nicest and most blameless man out
there.\n\nHowever, now that Arum has run away, Varian's elaborate plans have gone
to waste and the townspeople were rapidly losing their trust in him. They believed
he orchestrated this in order to give his daughter the opportunity to flee into the
Verno Woods. “Shameless traitor,” the enraged townies cried. They finally decide to
imprison Varian, who was burdened with too much guilt to try and justify his
actions.\n\nArum was distressed--too distressed. In the end she snuck back to town
and returned home to find that her father was no longer there—only guards awaited,
faces impassive. After learning her father has been sent to prison, Arum
surrendered under one condition: that she was to be placed in the same cell as her
father. The guards ended up letting her have her way, as she was, after all, the
daughter of the once highly esteemed Varian.\n\nArum reunited with her father in
prison. No longer a stoic and majestic general, Varian looked gaunt and listless.
Arum heard her own heart break several times over.\n\n“My child, why have you
returned? They...they'll send us both to the gallows!”\n\n“I'm so sorry, Father.
You wouldn't have been here if not for my stubbornness and selfishness,” Arum
sobbed, kneeling in front of her father and lamenting her thoughtless
actions.\n\n“No, I'm the one who's at fault. If I hadn't forced you to get married,
you wouldn't have-”\n\n“Father, no more crying! Trust me, I'll get you out of
here!”\n\nCold determination overtook Arum's dainty features. This was the first
time she has ever summoned her powers, limitless powers she had inherited from the
spirit beasts. Her whole demeanor changed. Out of the void, savage spirit beasts
appeared at her feet, radiating danger, dark gazes piercing. Varian had long known
his daughter's ties with the Woods, but never did he realize that she was capable
of controlling such incredible, mystic powers. \n\nWithin a few seconds, all powers
bestowed by the spirit beasts had manifested on Arum, making her the new Guardian
of the Lions. Arum was now a member of the Woods, and therefore no longer a human.
Arum had never attempted to activate her powers, not knowing how to explain them to
her father, but drastic times call for drastic measures. She needed power to break
out of the prison, to defeat all in her way, and to save her precious
father!\n\n“Spirits of all Beasts, the time has come to fight back!”
CE21FEE0C349A5E6_## = Killer of Shadow Hand
CE3E178DC5289C84_## = Mt. Orphean
CE4E222E378AF655_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CE7174DF8151F1E8_## = Marja once resented Volkath for abandoning her to suffer in
the Shadow Prison. But as she adapted to the dark power within her, she began to
understand Volkath, and would do anything for him, come what may.
CE9207EEBE622544_## = You can never be too careful!
CE962591A28C85BB_## = I smell fruit in the air. Is this for me? Great, I'll fight
with you.
CE9E2EC9AC037640_## = Kingdom of Norman
CEBCCF53471BD983_## = To get an invitation to Alice's tea party, you must:
CEC0AAFA7FF41F8A_## = Cannot resist the furry and fluffy
CEEF338BB460B2A8_## = Death's Whisper
CEF4EC1FD1F27CE9_## = Keeps a travel journal.
CF3444C8DF534F6B_## = Laville Biography
CF4C5748210BEBEA_## = Ata was a new immigrant to Bodrene.\n\nBeing a port city,
Bodrene does not enjoy a solid industrial foundation like the inland cities, but
its thriving commercial vitality has allowed countless gold prospectors to realize
their dream.\n\nAta counts himself as one of these gold prospectors. In order to
fulfill his dream, he willingly started to work in the city harbor.\n\nBodrene is
one of the stops for an endless stream of traders and merchants passing by, forming
a prosperous trading route. Ata is strong and willling to endure hardships. Not
only were his basic needs fulfilled, he also managed to earn extra income as
well.\n\nHowever, Ata's diligence became a threat to some people's eyes. Who
allowed him to do this much? In the long run, to the laborers who rely on the dock
work for their livelihood—especially the elderly—his diligence would starve
them.\n\nAmongst the human kingdoms, the Federation of the Free is the most
tolerant of immigrants. They have introduced a series of policies to protect the
rights and interests of immigrants in the Federation. Thus, a group of strong,
disgruntled men did not dare to openly confront Ata, but instead quietly ambushed
him in an alleyway that Ata passed regularly through.\n\n"You guys better not start
any trouble!"\n\nFacing this group of ruffians, Ata immediately greeted them with
his fists.\n\nMoments passed, and a black-and-blue faced Ata finally came into an
agreement with the ruffians sprawling messily on the floor. He came to Bodrene to
earn money, and not to risk his life. Furthermore, after exchanging fists with
these men, Ata developed a sense of camaraderie with them—indeed, the friendship
between men are sometimes inexplicable.\n\nAnd so just like that, the Ata who
arrived alone in Bodrene joined this group of misfits, and took on all the jobs in
the harbor. At the same time, he was also confident enough to negotiate a pay raise
with the employers, thereby filling his money pouch to the fullest.\n\n"These days
are so... hic!"\n\nDeep in the night, with a bottle of ale in his hand and a
toothpick in his mouse, Ata stared at the night sky and felt a complex mix of
feelings. It's not that he was dissatisfied with the life he had.\n\nBut, his
dreams were always filled with the sound of the waves...\n\nAfter agonizing over it
for a long time, Ata finally revealed his heart to his brothers. "So you're leaving
us!?" Zak glowered at him, his coarse red beard still stained with ale.\n\nAta
glanced at him and felt guilty; he could only thicken his skin and whisper: "I
didn't come to Bodrene only to do hard labor my entire life."\n\nZak smashed the
bottle in his hand, and the brown liquor splashed all over Ata's face. "So are you
looking down on our brothers who are doing these hard labors?!"\n\nThe crash of the
bottle pierced through the hustle and bustle of the tavern, causing the bartender
immediately turtle his neck in, and hide underneath the liquor cabinet. Customers
saw the situation and hurried out the door, but some who were unafraid stared at
the angry bull-like Zak, and at Ata who had no choice but to play the
bullfighter.\n\nWho gave them permissions to watch this scene?\n\nWithout Ata's
input, several brothers stood up, and "asked" those few nosy onlookers out of the
tavern.\n\nNow there were no outsiders in the tavern. Ata licked the liquor on the
corner of his mouth, and his warm gaze suddenly changed to two sharp eyes glaring
at Zak.\n\nThe tavern's atmosphere grew heavier, and the burning fireplace seemed
to visibly cool down.\n\nAt the peak of that silence, Ata suddenly burst out
laughing.\n\nThen, Zak also laughed with him.\n\nThe laughter quickly infected
everyone in the tavern.\n\nAta hit the table with his right hand, stood up
abruptly, and scolded with a smile. "If this were before, you would already sprawl
on the ground!"\n\n"Oh, you still know how to bring up the old times?" Zak
exclaimed provokingly.\n\n"Come come come! If I don't outdrink you till you
collapse today, I will change my name to Lil' Kitten!"\n\nThe next day, the
residents of Bodrene heard about the incident in the tavern, and from that day on
Ata, who always liked to swagger around the city, was never seen again. Someone
swore that he saw a bunch of dock laborers that night, carrying a body and
disposing it into the sea.\n\nAmidst the swirling rumors, Ata actually followed Zak
into a fishing village near Bodrene.\n\n"If you want to go out to the open sea, as
a brother I can't stop you. But let me ask you a question: Do you know sailing? Or
have you thought about how big ship do you want to buy, how many crewmembers you
are going to recruit?"\n\nThat night, among the snoring of brothers who were
partying in the tavern, only Ata and Zak, both of them still evenly matched in
drinking, chatted while drinking their liquor.\n\nFacing Zak's interrogation, Ata
found himself speechless.\n\nSo heeding Zak's advice, Ata decided to follow the
fishermen on their trips to the sea, so that he could learn crucial maritime
knowledge and at the same time further fill his coffers. The captain had promised
the crew that any loot that each person acquires during the adventure is their own
to keep—and Ata was confident that with his own affinity to water, diving deep into
the sea in order to collect a few large pearls is not that hard.\n\nHe is born for
the sea. Working so hard for so many years in Bodrene was all for the sake of
saving enough money so that he could buy his own ship, and set sail to find the
ocean of his dreams: Azure waters, white and soft beaches, endless corals under the
sea, clumsy sea-turtles, arrogant long-legged crabs, gorgeous
jellyfishes...\n"Come, put this on."\n\nWhile Ata was lying on the side of the ship
daydreaming, the captain, with his fake leg, limped towards him and threw him a set
of smelly sailor clothes, a sticky and slimy blindfold, and a rusty cutlass.\n\nAta
came to his senses, and discovered that the entire crew had already put on similar
sailor outfits, with their faces covered by various headscarves, eye masks, and
facepaint. Ata was stunned. He found it difficult to connect in his mind the people
he saw before him with the good and pleasant fishermen from before.\n\n"What is
this for?" Under the gaze of the crewmen, Ata dumbly put on the clothes given to
him.\n\nThe captain grinned, revealing a golden tooth: "I found a big fish. Get
ready, we're going to work."\n\n"Ah! Curse this memory of mine!" The captain, who
had already turned away from Ata, turned his head back absent-mindedly and said, "I
keep forgetting to tell you: We are fishermen only when we are in the village. Once
out in the open sea, we take on a new identity! In a while, the real work will
begin, so pay attention. And for heaven's sake do not let anyone see your face! But
don't worry too much, Zak and I are old acquaintances, so I will look out for
you!"\n\n"So our new identity is..."\n\nThe captain pointed at something behind
Ata's head, and there a skull-and-crossbones flag was waving in the
wind.\n\n"Pirates!"
CF58403BEE60B23D_## = Afraid of high heels from all the times he's been stepped
upon by Mina.
CF7483F5373D35DD_## = Epilogue
CF78B5DFF59EC8BE_## = Keera Biography
CF99AC974AD39970_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
CFA7EE22538BEC07_## = Unknown
CFC7A9E99740671E_## = Slimz
CFCC4A1D3C1C600C_## = Afata
CFCD65F57FF325A5_## = Pollen allergy
CFD30B84B5C99312_## = A comrade in magic! Let us practice by the seaside, in
Seasoul Town's dawn rays.
CFE9AA79E375852D_## = Ishar
CFED9223EF736776_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
CFFA5D1F631DCDB0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D013479175C0DE8A_## = Butterfly
D016C5979BE52389_## = In additional to being a Veda inquisitor, what else is Enzo?
D0285704D835C149_## = Kingdom of Norman
D02B785C8448B1DE_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
D05F8D405C2F1168_## = Ah, the nourishment of fresh souls...
D075030A22269A51_## = Kriknak
D087F8B60ECE683C_## = Which of the following ballads and songs was written by
Eland'orr?
D0F7A5B900E7B7A6_## = 180cm
D0FDC5FCD56CD01D_## = In her youth she traveled the eastern desert alone,
witnessing the hardships of the people.
D12D4DD9764D6146_## = Lord of Lokheim
D13B59854C843B7A_## = Leveraging the elves' duty to the World Tree, Ilumia has tied
Afata's fate to Veda's. Though Tel'Annas has her reservations about working with
Veda, she is in no position to refuse the alliance.
D179AD424A14C42B_## = Zill
D17CA00722A313EB_## = The roar of the storm signals your demise!
D18F2D0623361695_## = Mercenary Guild
D1A8DC17A13C8E71_## = The Protector
D1BD374B7CC39FE6_## = Dark Lord Reborn
D1C608DCBC91653C_## = Lindis
D1E1511116731332_## = The little prince of Mt. Orphean.
D2162BF4D913061C_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
D22475A191513A25_## = The Gunner
D235D20AAE9D17CF_## = 22 Aug
D249D99935033591_## = Afata
D269324F8ECBCBD1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D2C0E4E8618DCF1F_## = Eland'orr
D2C4704410CB801E_## = Expelled from nobility
D2F07EB98494F562_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D30B865D2DAA8EFC_## = An above-ground fortress south of the Great Wall, connected
directly to the undercities, the most important surface stronghold of Lokheim.
Black Rock Redoubt has no permanent lord; it is supervised by several Corrupted
lords who rotate through the position.
D31E908476FD00E7_## = Having his wings severed by Airi hurt Maloch's pride far more
than it hurt his flesh. He swears he will have her head cut off as retribution.
D362C2FC7887CB1E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D36E09151F673DBA_## = Feels that women are always such trouble.
D3982A4C8241C78E_## = Aleister Biography
D3A26433CBFB52E7_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
D3AB23929217EF82_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
D3C0C146713C2CEC_## = Cannot stay still for more than 10 minutes
D3CA16C7C64BC0DD_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D3E08ED41964430B_## = Veres
D3EB0BD2C65C9357_## = Her world has two types of people: Those who like her, and
those who love her.
D40F43F34CA2EEA3_## = Dark Lord Reborn
D4165978552E9BE1_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D42205F1CE166C0D_## = Likes to sneak into Sephera's bed in the middle of the night
D43DE895D2A01871_## = "Blast these bugs! Is there no end to them?" Murad angrily
swung his blade, driving his tormentors away, but only for a moment. "Can't a man
get some sleep around these parts?""My dear prince, I should have no problem
sleeping if you complain a little less," answered Yena coldly.The armies of Lokheim
passed into Sunfall Valley several days ago, and Shadow Worms littered the area
outside. The sensible had long fled the area to seek refuge elsewhere, but D'Arcy
with Murad and Yena penetrated deep into the region, following in Volkath's
footsteps.Then, a third voice spoke. "Accept the Holy Light, and it will protect
you from darkness."Murad glared at the speaker. "Give it a break, Enzo. That girl
next to you doesn't seem bothered, and she doesn't have the slightest speck of holy
light in her."A small rock struck the tree which Murad lay against. Yena was
apparently none too pleased with Murad's comment.Murad licked his lips and said no
more. In a way he envied the two of them, for the worms seemed to avoid them.Yena
was an acolyte of the Temple - on the surface, at least - so it was not all that
unusual that she would have a trick or two up her sleeves. This man Enzo, who
claimed to be from Veda, likely had the protection of some blessing too.Wait till
the matters at hand are resolved and D'Arcy repaired the Artifacts of Time, thought
Murad. Then he would have his share of divine blessings!His thoughts restless,
Murad took another peek at Enzo. As much as he hated to admit it, the man was
objectively charming, warm and friendly but always a little distant, which only
served to pique one's curiosity and interest. These thoughts he dared not mention
to Yena, for he was loathe to discuss the Enzo with her for some reason that he
could not put into words.Murad thought back to the battle at Storm Valley. He
remembered D'Arcy's mastery over Dimensional Magic, and he was sure that not even
Azzen'Ka was a match for D'Arcy in a duel. Yet some dark power utterly overpowered
even D'Arcy's magic, shattering the already-formed spell and causing a major warp
in the fabric of space. Would he be here now, if the Artifacts of Time did not
protect him from the worst of the effects?And then there was the ninja of few
words, and the twin spear-wielding demon of many words, both of them opponents
beyond his current skill.It was a big world beyond the desert.Enzo sensed Murad's
eyes on him, but showed no reaction. Even in the black night he could tell the
well-hidden jealousy in Murad's eyes, as he had seen from others from time to
time.And what of it? Was there anything that mattered to him, other than the will
of his goddess, and prey to be hunted?The war about to unfold before their eyes?
Perhaps.The scouts of the Templar Knights had penetrated Sunfall Valley and made
contact with Enzo. At the scout's suggestion Enzo joined up with D'Arcy. Lokheim
patrols were about, and there was safety in numbers.There was another reason -
D'Arcy carried the mark of the dark lord, and at least part of Enzo's job was to
keep an eye on him, in case this became a problem. Veda and the Magisters' Council
had long been at odds, and though they might temporarily set their differences
aside against a common enemy, they would never trust each other fully.The next
morning.Having rested for the night, the Templar Knights and Order of Silverwing
resumed their journey for Sunfall Valley. Scouts reported widespread destruction
for dozens of miles around, the work of ravenous Shadow Worms; in particular, the
last stretch of road into the valley was all but ruined, leaving behind only a
quagmire littered with fallen trees, making troop movement all but impossible.Not
all news was ill, though. They also reported that a mage had prepared a dimensional
portal for them, enough to bring several thousand elites into the valley to
establish a spearhead.Arthur could not help but feel a sense of foreboding as he
had never felt as he surveyed his army. This was no ordinary demon host they were
facing. Maloch, Veera, Marja - the greatest and most terrifying lords of Lokheim
were all gathered here, and there were even rumors of the dark shadow of the demon
lord Volkath, long thought to be dead.Before Arthur left Silverwing Castle he went
through three trials of willpower set by Bishop Galvin. He knew now the purpose of
those trials, for simply the prospect of walking into battle and facing these
demons was terrifying enough to break a lesser men. The Templars were here for more
than just their martial prowess - every bit of their fanatic devotion would be
called upon just to hold the battle lines together.Not all was dire, however.
Arthur looked up, and saw lightning flash across the sky. The most powerful of the
Archons, Tulen, Lord of the Throne of Thunder, was here also."It seems even Her
Holiness could miscalculate." Enzo frowned as he looked at the massive host in the
valley below."It matters not. The fish has bitten. It is now or never," answered
Klaus, the Order of Silverwing's attendant priest, and the coordinator of Arthur's
armies.There had been several raids by Lokheim on the allied camp in the valley,
but they were beaten back decisively by the elite knights. After that Lokheim did
not try to probe them again, instead retreating further into the valley and utterly
stuffing the narrow passage. It was not so much the enemies in front that concerned
Klaus, but the pillar of ominous light that shot towards the sky behind the
impenetrable wall of flesh.Lokheim had moved faster and more decisively than Ilumia
expected, and the convergence of dark energy was interfering with her divine
powers.
D43EF1BBD418BE69_## = Forest Friends
D44295FB11A2C6DC_## = Maelstrom
D460CEAB332BF866_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D4792B78D5A2C7A3_## = "We might not be able to take care of the problem, but we can
take care of the person who brought it up."\n\nPeople may have forgotten that
Aleister, the infamous crook, was once a candidate for the Temple of Light. With
Yorn the Hotshot, they were hailed as the Sons of Light at the time and had the
most potential to be fully inducted into the Temple. Despite Aleister's
intelligence, he didn't possess a strong will and he fell into the darkness due to
Veera's charm.\n\nThough on a different note, Aleister's brilliance had a huge
impact on the war. His endless tricks and traps helped the Fallen to defeat the
resistance forces time after time.\n\nTo eliminate the master think tank behind the
dark power, Yorn left glory behind and led an elite team deep into enemy territory
to assassinate Aleister. His near-perfect plan was foiled by Aleister, who turned
the tables on him and nearly trapped him in the abyss forever.\n\n"Are you smart
enough to go up against me?"
D47D5CDF015F610B_## = Wonder Woman Biography
D48B716260ACFF30_## = The Clown Prince of Crime
D4AA988F91333056_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D4BDDE8B087E6E9C_## = "Glory to God."\nXeniel had a strong body and a resilient
mind. As a pious disciple, Xeniel was absolutely loyal to the Holy Hall. His
unwavering devotion drew the attention of Ilumia the Goddess, who assisted him in
becoming the head of the clergy.\n"Everything is the God's will, and I'm honored to
accept His command." Despite occupying such a powerful post, Xeniel was always
humble and regarded the Goddess' orders as absolute. He wielded the Hammer of
Penance, which served as a warning to all blasphemers; and he carried the Oracle of
Enlightenment, spreading the God's words to the people. Within the Holy Hall,
Xeniel's diligence and devoutness were unparalleled. For this, Ilumia awarded him
the Six Wings, representing light and power.\nXeniel's achievements were beyond
Ilumia's expectations. During the dark invasions, Maloch and his legion of demons
stormed the Holy Hall set on the mountaintop. Ilumia, in hopes of turning the tides
of battle, appeared to boost the morale of her army in person. Lying in wait,
Zephys and Nakroth took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack and ambush
Ilumia, hoping to destroy her.\nXeniel, spreading his six wings, descended from the
sky and rescued Ilumia in the nick of time. His brawny physique withstood the
attacks of Zephys and Nakroth. Although Xeniel was injured by numerous blades and
projectiles, he stood tall and firm with his wings drenched in blood. The demon
legion was taken aback by Xeniel's resilience and their attack halted, giving Airi
the chance to ride out on her own and forge the legend of cutting off the demon's
wings.\nAfter the battle, word of Xeniel's bravery spread across the continent and
he became the Commander of Holy Hall, the same position as Yorn the
Hotshot.\n"Darkness has reached its end. Let the holy light shine on our land!"
D4CD8C5B2528EF68_## = The Trinity
D4D552CF11DF9E34_## = Temple acolyte, member of the Revolutionaries
D512252FF235D3A0_## = Sunfall Valley
D51A5A3114823277_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D51D723068563DC8_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D52DB3BCDF187039_## = Time and space are one, the beginning, and the end.
D5412EBC2A6AC5BF_## = A kindred soul, for an exile like me?\nThe path is long, and
someday we may part.\nBut here and now, we are comrades, our fates entwined.\n
D579A9EC752355E8_## = Frightening Scientist
D5B40F5F17364EEB_## = Rourke Biography
D5B54105F881A006_## = Mysterious painter
D5C320604AEB195C_## = 175cm
D5DC6630161720FF_## = Batman
D5F5AA9AD13E6F2C_## = Kazell
D606CAD17DB94954_## = Keera's friends have nothing to be afraid of!\n\nI will feast
on the eyeballs of whoever harmed you.\n\nWait, what? I'm scary?\n\nIf you hate me
as well, my eyeballs are all yours.
D607B17EA4CC9B6F_## = His favorite drink is the black ale of Cod's Head Tavern, not
far from the barracks.
D60C82FEBB63BEB1_## = Wind, formless, unbound. Wind mages have always had an
important role in battle - from scouting ahead to assassination to monitoring a
battle from the skies, good generals know well the value they bring.\n\nFor
apprentice wind mage Annette, however, all this was very, very far away. Setting
aside the fact that she was a gentle soul with little appetite for war, her skill
to harness wind magic or the lack thereof was troubling her greatly. Her grades in
theoretical classes were outstanding, for she combined a sharp and disciplined mind
with endless curiosity for the unknown.\n\nPractical lessons, however, were another
matter entirely. A semester came and went, and she had yet to successfully cast
even the simplest spell. Annette's anxiety grew as she saw her instructors'
increasingly crestfallen frown, and her peers moving on to more and more advanced
spells.\n\nNor was it for lack of trying. Outside of class Annette spent virtually
every waking moment in the library, digging through all the books written for magic
beginners she could find. Her instructors arranged extra lessons for her and gave
her permission to use the training grounds after hours, and still her efforts
failed to bear fruit.\n\nThere are three stages to casting a magic spell:
meditation, infusion, and discharge. Meditation is the process of forming the spell
in one's mind, the magical patterns that shape and direct mana. Infusion is the
process of filling these patterns with mana from the environment and forming a
connection to wield it. Finally, discharge is directing this mana in a specific
direction or for a specific purpose, using the appropriate
incantation.\n\nAnnette's difficulty was with the final step. She could get as far
as infusing the magical patterns with mana, but the process drained her so much
that she no longer had the willpower to direct the mana in a cohesive form during
the incantation process, resulting in a spell that was subpar at best, or outright
fizzled at worst.\n\nAnd she tried many things to solve her problem - extended
meditation to strengthen her will, long hours of incantation practice to ensure
that her pitch, diction and rhythm were flawless.\n\n"Why doesn't anything work?"
It was long past midnight, and the library was empty except for Annette, who
wondered to herself as she stared at the massive pile of books laid before her that
failed to guide to on the right path.\n\n"It's because you do not truly understand
what magic is." Suddenly Annette heard a voice, warm yet refreshingly clear, which
woke the young mage from her musings. She looked up and saw a tall, stately woman
in a blue dress standing before her. The woman's face was beautiful, youthful, but
her eyes had a depth to it that belied her youthful appearance. The kindness in
them was vast and irresistible, immeasurable as the sea.\n\nAnnette hesitated as
she looked up uneasily. The woman smiled encouragingly. Finally Annette opened her
mouth and asked, "...what should I do?"\n\n"Tell me, child - what is magic?" The
woman answered Annette's question with a question.\n\n"Magic is the supernatural
power wielded by mages. Mages form magical patterns in their mind, then infuse the
patterns with mana, and finally discharge it for a specific purpose or at a
specific target," answered Annette.\n\nThe woman nodded. "A textbook answer. But it
proves no understanding, other than that you have memorized the textbook's
definition and are able to recite it from memory."\n\nAnnette hung her head,
knowing that she failed to answer the question in the way the woman wanted.
Seemingly not noticing Annette's reaction, the woman continued, "Perhaps it's time
to reassess our curriculum. To use magic successfully, you must forget what you
have learned in the books. Forget dead words written on unliving pages; go out into
the world, and see what living, breathing magic is truly
like."\n\n"But..."\n\n"Surprised?" The woman smiled. "Magic is not slave to the
mage. The more you try to force it against its nature, the more it will
resist."\n\n"Then what do I do?"\n\n"Make friends with magic, my child." The woman
swept across the desk before Annette with a finger, leaving behind a trail of blue
like a flowing river. "Fire is passionate and impetuous. Wind is agile and
flexible. Earth is calm and steady. Water is flowing and undulating. Thunder is
fierce and angry. Every school of magic has its own character. Understanding them
and respecting them is key to fostering a good relationship, so that they will help
you when you need them."\n\n"How do I do it?"\n\n"Unshackle your mind. Let the
elements run free in your mind . Observe without undue interference. Understand
them, and the rest will come naturally."\n\n"...thank you. I'll try my best."
Annette bowed deeply. The woman nodded, and with one last smile turned and
disappeared back into the dark library. Annette closed her eyes and began to
meditate. She did not notice that the air around her finger tips had begun to stir,
forming tiny little winds that soon began to dance around her like playful
children...
D627223137D5B779_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D6A2F31093FA96D7_## = Deeply resentful towards the wealthy noble class of the old
empire - such as Murad.
D6A724414180C549_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D6BE96FA35DE7429_## = I'll work doubly-hard today!
D6F3863BFD811338_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D6F5B7B24C37A70A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
D6FAE5B4D759D991_## = Sunfall Valley
D710C4946261EB17_## = 15 Apr
D71DDAFE417D8BFE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D72D4624C7FECEAD_## = Paine hails from a musical family in the city of
Prussia.\n\nWith his extraordinary eyes, he can see many souls that ordinary people
cannot see. When he told others about this discovery, he received strange looks.
Both friends and family ostracized him, and Paine gradually shut himself off from
them.\n\nDuring a citywide performance, the main conductor collapsed and Paine,
then 15, was asked to take over. Standing on the vast stage in front of the
audience, the originally nervous and trembling Paine started to wave his hands up
and down as the music began to flow. Paine discovered that by conducting music, he
could resonate with the audience and the musicians' souls and arouse their
innermost emotions.\n\nAfter this opportunity, within half a year, Paine became
popular with the aristocrats of the city and even with music lovers throughout the
entire kingdom. His elegant posture and performance impacted the audience's souls,
and left people spellbound. Every one of Paine's concerts were sold out, with not
even a single ticket left. Some even called Paine the "Soul Conductor."\n\nWith his
continuous performances, Paine's understanding of music and ability to manipulate
souls constantly improved, and his fans became increasingly attached. Finally, on
the day of Paine's eighteenth birthday performance, in a climactic moment, Paine
felt as if something was about to emerge from his body—it was the joy of a new
life.\n\nIn anticipation of what was about to happen, Paine excitedly raised his
arm and lifted his baton.\n\nA miracle happened, and it felt like an intense
meeting of ice and fire. The entire atmosphere was as if filled with fireworks
rising from the bodies of the audience and performers. The newly born spirits
illuminated the darkened dome of the theatre, revealing the countless souls singing
in the hidden crevices.\n\n"Art is the chorus of life!"\n\n-THE END-\n
D731260D5E2CE17A_## = Murad once fought with Violet and her Demon Hunters on the
eastern front. They are good friends, though Violet can annoy Murad to no end.
D74288871F8A04A1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
D75BDA631BF2EE7D_## = The soul lives on, even beyond death.
D7838A4647AC2CCD_## = Lokheim Contact
D78B7560B710F542_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D78E2DCEAEA97FF8_## = A small fishing town in the eastern part of Norman troubled
by storms, until the arrival of Annette brought peace and prosperity.
D78E9F0A0693AEF7_## = The Flash Biography
D7A75F0F67D6A9DE_## = You have inspired me like the Holy Light cuts through the
dark night. For you I shall offer my finest work.
D7A8A9F62C08B886_## = Wisp
D7B4F4C7ADC56AF6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D7D5B44DF71BDDC8_## = All I want to be is like the seagull, flying freely in the
sea's breeze. Will you take my hand and feel the breath of Seasoul Town?
D7E6E250126E23D3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D8226EA16F73B45C_## = Thorne
D843325355726CFC_## = Zephys
D84A235EAA3DB8F4_## = Mist Island, Ancestral Temple.A swift figure darted through
the night under the cover of darkness."Old tree fifteen paces ahead to the
left...thirty paces beyond is the pond. Go upstream to ten yards outside the
pavillion..."Hayate had long memorized the landmarks, and he found his way easily
towards the Dragon Tower, where the Pact of Light was held. The Ancestral Temple
was forbidden to all but the ruling clan, but today Hayate had help, and he was
able to fool the seals and enchantment that should have detected the intruder. As
for the frequent patrols, Hayate relied on his training and experience to elude
them.Hayate had planned this for years, and he was prepared for everything. Without
any trouble or incident, he was soon standing at the doors of Dragon Tower.That was
too easy, Hayate thought. The elders of the ruling clan had grown soft and weak,
forgetting the pride that ran in their blood. While there were promising youngsters
like Airi, Hayate felt it was imperative that the chains that shackled their blood
be severed, so that his people can once again be free.Mist Island was the gateway
to Mount Orphean. The ancient dragon that created the island entered into a pact
with Archmage Edras to protect Veda for eternity.Having inherited the blood of the
dragon, Hayate was also bound by the same pact. He and his fellow ninjas of Mist
island were destined from birth to fight the enemies of Veda, whether it was
abyssal jungle creeps for the deepest part of the ocean, or pirates driven by
demonic seduction.Yet Veda always seemed to take the ninjas' sacrifices as granted.
This was why Hayate grew disillusioned with Veda - his people protected Veda's
glory with their blood and their lives, yet they received nothing in return, not
even a little respect.Hayate would earn that respect.The Dragon Tower had ten
floors, each of which was protected by special enchantments.On the first, the Seal
of Willpower, which denied those who were weak of mind.On the second, the Seal of
Blood, which denied those who did not share the pure blood of the ruling clan.This
was where Hayate should have been stopped, but the potion that he received from
Mganga elevated the purity of his blood, which was enough to fool the defenses, and
he passed without incident.On the third, the Seal of Courage, which denied those
who were lacking in courage and determination.On the fourth, the Seal of Unity,
which denied those whose mind and body were not one.The potion not only increased
the purity of Hayate's blood, it also greatly strengthened his body and mind. With
his goal in sight, Hayate felt more alert and awake than ever.On the fifth, the
Seal of Perception, which denied those whose senses were not sharpened to be finer
than a knife's edge.On the six, the Seal of Insight, which denied those lacking in
the powers of observation and deduction.Having passed through the sixth seal,
Hayate drank the last of the potion. These trials were meant to test the future
leaders of the ninjas, weeding out those who had even the slightest weakness in any
area. Already Hayate's skills compared favorably to the very best among those who
had lead the ninjas throughout their history, and even he found the trials to be
difficult and exhausting. But he could not turn back now. And even if he could, he
would not think of it.Three more floors.On the seventh, the Seal of Clarity, which
denied those who had doubt and misgiving in their heart.On the eighth, the Seal of
Strength, which denied those who were feeble in body.On the ninth, the Seal of
Enlightenment, which denied those who were not one with the Way.Hayate dispelled
the ninth seal, but soon felt his knees buckle and he almost fell from the stairs.
The three final trials tested mind and body in ways far beyond the first six, and
Hayate felt as though he had just experienced a thousand lifetimes, tasting every
single one of life's hardships and sufferings.He took a deep breath, felt his
senses come back to him, and reached down to his belt. Hidden there was the nail of
an ancient demon lord, which had been washed in the lava of the abyss, and engraved
with complex arcane inscriptions.This would be his weapon for severing the Pact of
Light.The stairs to the top of Dragon Tower lay before Hayate, and he approached
with caution. Even Hayate's tireless research did not yield any information on what
lay beyond. The only thing that he could be sure what was that it was more
difficult and dangerous than anything that he had encountered so far.In the span of
a hundred steps, Hayate had dispelled thirty-six hidden enchantments. Unlike the
defensive seals of the first nine floors, these enchantments were not simply
designed to repel and reject - they were designed to kill, and one wrong move would
bring Hayate's journey to an abrupt end.Hayate navigated all the difficulties and
challenges with guile worthy of a master ninja. But there was one flaw in his plan.
He was not born into the direct lineage, but an impostor, one who masked the
impurity of his Dragon blood with voodoo medicine and forbidden magic to gain entry
to Dragon Tower. As the last enchantment was dispelled, the effect of the potion
began to wear off, and the change in his blood drew the Dragon’s ire."Who dares
trespass on this forbidden ground?"Blue and white light filled the tower, runes of
light igniting before Hayate's very eyes. The alarmed cries outside the tower told
Hayate that a decade of planning had come to naught.Even so, he would not be so
easily foiled. He still had the demon nail in his hand – his one chance at turning
the tables.Having made his resolve, Hayate stood up from his crouched sneaking
position, and not even the enchantments of the tower could keep him down. The
piercing pain in his palm and the raging power of darkness buffeted his soul, so
powerful that they burned away the blue and white light that bound him. He could
move again.With tired but purposeful steps Hayate walked towards the pact. Dark
energies converged towards Hayate's fingertips, to the demon nail that he held in
his hand, covering his entire right arm in darkness.
D890246D0A3E3B00_## = Primal Night
D8A093749A00D0C1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
D8B6B0B268685EFB_## = Join my banquet of death and slaughter!
D8BDDD14A5F8704E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D8CD505E2C4D1851_## = Ishar Biography
D8D9345A729E85C3_## = Dirak, who confuses between Norman black tea and Okka black
tea
D8E4C8CAC01BCEB2_## = Skud Biography
D8F9797E37C9FE2A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D936A34F38BC1EA2_## = TeeMee
D95A7DEB19D40F9E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D9644A958242E0E5_## = Destruction is the only beauty. All who disagreed have joined
the collection of heads on his wall.
D9656BF95F402008_## = I walk between many worlds.
D977DBFDD3D7F5B2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
D987084BF516ACEB_## = Ruled by a branch of the Kingdom of Norman's royal family,
the fertile territory of Moulin is also the kingdom's political, economic and
cultural center.
D9AD0AA66D800638_## = The Wanderer
D9EF4374C484A57C_## = Kingdom of Norman
D9FE3E7B604F0AD3_## = Annette Biography
DA25DB963A1EADAE_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
DA386984C9074A91_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DA41C430ED6A0F22_## = The light surrounding her is too dazzling
DA53871AE9EA2724_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DA7AE4FCCA4FD675_## = Also has a soft spot for cute young girls.
DA7E8F199EE6CB45_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DAAA6F1F831DE07B_## = Everything must die, someday.
DABED6A19B9543C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DAFD2DBDDB3A49E4_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
DB2B64A0C11D428C_## = Light Chaser
DB53FB5B9CD2FA18_## = Dark Lord Reborn
DB849B1A4FE315A6_## = Very close to his brother, whose death was a terrible blow to
him.
DBB35BC82EE50807_## = Allow me to show you the way of the fist.
DBD008754AAC0B2E_## = Ishar did not know what to think of Veres - beautiful,
mysterious, kind, but appearing at the scene of her kidnapping for some reason. But
Furball told her to trust Veres, and Ishar listened.
DBF8E5837B358EDA_## = Sephera is always curious about Dirak's behavior. Unlike
other mages who are withdrawn by nature, Dirak is outgoing, filled with a sense of
justice and a convincing smile can always be found on his face. Sephera believes
that due to Dirak's outspoken personality, he is always able to gather fellow
brethren who are ready to die for him.
DC2B66B2003E7554_## = This will not go unpunished!
DC2B9EDCBA7BB3FD_## = "The death of every demon leads to the birth of
another!"\nSince the day she was born, Mina has been cursed by the Abyss, a visible
manifestation of which is the pitch-black birthmark in the shape of a scythe on the
back of her neck. An endless stream of dark energy flew from it, eating away at her
fragile life force.\nCircumstances such as hers were sadly not uncommon in this
land tormented by demons, for the dark power of the Abyss cursed the whole of
Athanor. All ordinary people who came into contact with the dark power became
cursed and abandoned by fate. The one small blessing was that the curse of the
Abyss was an extremely long affliction. Those abandoned by fate still had hope that
they might go on living, as long as they could get help from the Church and the
mages.\nTo stop the dark power from spreading, the clergy and the mages joined
forces to develop a low-cost alchemical medicine that could keep the flow of dark
power under control. As for a complete cure, that was a privilege reserved for
nobility and the wealthy. To them, the life of a commoner like Mina was worth less
than that of one of their horses.\nHowever, even low-cost medicine still had to be
paid for, and poor families were unable to shoulder the constant burden of such
expenditure. In the face of such trying circumstances the bonds of love and blood
are often worthless. Mina had no choice but to work from a very young age, and use
the meager earnings to buy food and the lifesaving medicine. Her so-called parents
were unwilling to spend any money on her at all.\nThose who were cursed by the
Abyss were unable to have children, and the law prohibited them from even marrying.
This was particularly hard for Mina's parents to come to terms with. After all, she
is a beautiful and very hardworking young lady. If she was a normal girl, she would
surely have her pick of well-to-do young men who would be willing to marry her and
see that her parents are well taken care of.\nThe heartless scheming of Mina's
parents caused her a great deal of pain, and as soon as she was sure she could live
independently, she wasted no time in leaving her loveless home. From that day
onward, tree hollows, alleyways, and rooftops would become her new home, while the
birds, fish, and even stray cats and dogs became her new family.\n"Hey, little
lady. Do you want to try another way to make some money? It won't be long before
you can afford to hire a mage to rid you of the curse once and for all." Having
just come of age, Mina was like a newly bloomed rose, and was constantly the target
of unwelcome attention from lustful men.\n"Get away from me!" Mina was never shy in
rejecting their advances, and if any of them continued to harass her, she would use
her fists or wooden pole to make sure they got the message loud and clear. Unlike
most of the other victims, the curse did not make her weak. Although it ate away at
her life force, it also gave her superhuman strength, which allowed her to defend
herself on the treacherous streets where she eked out a living.\nAt that time, Mina
was still unaware that her scythe-shaped birthmark is actually the mark of a demon.
Of all the victims of the curse, she was the only one to whom it gave power.
However, she was careful to keep her secret, lest she attract unwanted attention.
Furthermore, suppressed by the alchemical medicine, the mark's full power could not
be fully unleashed, which ensured she could keep a low profile and go largely
unnoticed.\nBut she could not hide forever; on the fringes of society where she was
forced to live, danger lurked around every corner, and she was frequently forced to
rely on the power of her mark to get her out of trouble. Then, one day, word of her
abnormal abilities reached the upper echelons of society. They developed a strong
interest in her, particularly a certain lord, a group of clergy, and a team of
mages engaged in the research of black magic.\nThe clash over whom Mina belonged to
had begun. The legendary mage Lorion, one of the main leaders of the dark mages,
utilized almost half of the organization's resources before finally suppressing the
other two factions engaged in the struggle. No one understood Mina's worth more
than the dark mages, and Lorion was determined to win from the very
start.\nHowever, Lorion was not to have the last laugh; he had made the grave
mistake of underestimating Mina. Just as the gleeful Lorion was about to claim his
prize, Mina suddenly released a burst of dark power. She then reached into the
surging energy and pulled out a razor-sharped scythe. It was not a weapon that
could be wielded by any human, for its previous owner was a highly renowned and
greatly feared demon!\nLorion and his associates tried to fight her with their
powerful black magic, but the spells they cast had no effect on Mina.\n"Damn! The
demon blood flows through her body. The forces of darkness control her! She is no
longer human!" Lorion shouted to his associates in desperation: "Stop! It's no use!
The subject is beyond our control!"\nLorion led his associates away and used black
magic to erect a barrier around Mina. Now fully controlled by the forces of
darkness, she did not pursue them.\n"Lorion, our research has hit a wall. We can't
afford to lose such a precious—"\n"Listen, I have a new idea." Lorion interrupted
his associate. He continued: "We must hold the sacrificial ceremony and send her to
the great one. Only she can handle this now. As for what we want, she will give it
to us. Trust me, she will not disappoint!"\nIn the blink of an eye, Veera—who was
recuperating in the Abyss—received an offering which pleased her more greatly than
any other in recent days: the girl Mina, branded with the mark of a demon. Although
not the ideal candidate for a Corruptor, she certainly had potential. The various
defects resulting from her long-term use of the alchemical medicine were something
that Mganga could fix.\n"From this day forth, you are my servant." The gift left by
Primal Night Maniara granted Veera the ability to suppress most of the creatures of
darkness with the power of her mind, and Mina, now controlled by the forces of
darkness, is no exception.\n"My command is your will!"
DC2E7D97A04897A1_## = Broken
DC33F44A6D1E5E08_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DC636A244C5DA7AD_## = Violence is not the only solution, but it's the most
efficient.
DC7205694A599BCF_## = Chapter 12
DCB13F3F1618444C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: <color=#ffd200>Complete
a kill</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero.
DCC506697248B45F_## = Traveler
DCC67CED666678B0_## = Moren
DCD4B21E0A6F9D02_## = Former Comrades
DD17E6CAF4238545_## = Red River
DD3C3870C93B89F7_## = 12 Feb
DD442F757271D8AD_## = A mysterious extremist organization dedicated to the
extermination of the non-human races. Many human elites are believed to have ties
with the organization, especially in the Federation.
DD4E940A556815C2_## = Money?\nIt's something, but not everything.\nI seek ambition
- proof that you are worthy of my sword.
DD90912D7AAB40FD_## = Zuka
DDAD040CC8372400_## = I want to fly away and be the wind's best friend.
DDB7AB848454E0BF_## = Elven Allies
DDD169E1D98B3CAF_## = Toro
DDF1BA9AEFCABC67_## = Federation of the Free
DDF6EBF8907BEEC3_## = Are you my savior?
DE1A4D3B96B1C79D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DE23730EB737F80B_## = Located in the eastern reaches of Norman, Carano is the
headquarters of the Magister's Council, renowned as a center of learning and magic.
Many visitors from far away lands come here just to catch a glimpse of its
splendor.
DE39387B3CC97199_## = 14 Jan
DE3B10A5E7A96AD3_## = Hall of Gospel
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<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DE62093F295C8987_## = Citizens
DE69B2ACB83723C2_## = Using the ability <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> will restore
ally hero's HP<color=#ffd200>{1}/{2}</color>
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<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
DEA2417B6B440193_## = Laville is a typical Mildarian: Idle and a born
optimist.\n\nHe spent the first twenty years of his life loitering aimlessly around
the streets of Mildar. His one and only interest was the shooting range.\n\nIn the
Kingdom of Okka, he may have been seen as wasting his life, but not in
Mildar.\n\nHe lived in the eastern district. It is an ordinary residential area
filled with sunlight, the smell of freshly baked bread, and the clanging of the
smelting works. He knew the whole area like the back of his hand, and loved his
home with all his heart.\n\nHowever, everything changed on one sunny
afternoon.\n\nThe baker's son, Josef, had not returned home for several days. He
had run up a sizeable debt at the Monte Carlo Casino and had no way of repaying it.
This casino was infamous for its extortionately high interest rates and the use of
underhand methods.\n\nUnable to bear seeing the tears streaming down his neighbor's
face, Laville decided to do something. He picked up his old guns and headed for the
casino. After much chaos, he returned with Josef.\n\nThe next day, just as Laville
left the shooting range, he was grabbed and taken away by a Veda
administrator.\n\nThe Monte Carlo Casino was owned by Gildur. However, the Archons
were not looking to settle the score; they told Laville that a very important
person was most impressed by his marksmanship during the ruckus at the casino, and
had extended an olive branch in the hope that he would join Veda.\n\nLaville
immediately declined; he could not imagine himself as an Archon. That would be as
absurd as a drunkard becoming a priest.\n\nThe imposing administrator took out a
ledger and calculated the cost of the damage that Laville had caused in the casino.
Based on his current income, it would take him more than thirty years to pay it
off. The administrator then told Laville that if he became an Archon, he would
receive a very generous salary with additional bonus. There are also excellent
promotion prospects; for a talented Archon such as Laville, the sky would be the
limit.\n\nLaville now took interest. With such generous conditions on offer, he
would happily play at being a nun, let alone a priest!\n\nAnd that is how Laville
ended up joining Veda. From the very beginning, his undisciplined nature made him
stick out like a sore thumb, and the other members took a very long time to get
used to his constant talking. Enzo once publicly said that he would never have
anything to do with him,\n\nbut Laville did not care. He thought the dull place
needed someone like him to liven things up. He practiced shooting under Yorn, and
was given a new weapon specially made just for him: a pair of guns with the power
of light. It was not long before he was assigned to the Light Chaser squad. This
squad seemed to consist of the three youngest and weakest members of Veda. Their
first quest was to go to the Abyssal Rift at the border between Verno Forest and
Mt. Orphean to determine the cause of some abnormal fluctuations.\n\nLaville was
brimming with confidence at the prospect of the challenge:\n\n"The Light Chasers
may not look like much, but our faith is strong!"
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DEFCA4359880B5DF_## = His long hair requires four servants to care for each day.
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<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
DF2D79112CF2D2C9_## = What is Ishar's favorite color?
DF59D39711821066_## = Has written a number of popular books on secret histories
under a pen name.
DF61B59544B43BE2_## = Swift like the wind, firm like the fir.
DF7D8E42B29CD54C_## = As swift as the wind, as gentle as the forest.
DF87089AA3A4C976_## = The Sentinel
DF952D54E454342F_## = Tulen's Investigation Team
DFB362AABCC309F6_## = Manhunt
DFC32E0196B961D1_## = The Diviner
DFFC33017FDC5D66_## = Dislikes cloudy and rainy days, for it obscures the Holy
Light.
DFFD6EA17EE9BE58_## = The Great Wall of Norman protected the southern border of the
kingdom, stretching across mountains and plains like the spine of a great dragon.
D'Arcy was the builder and guardian of the wall, and for hundreds of years he stood
tall at the southern front, leading the Southern Legion against the hordes of
Lokheim, protecting the people from being ravaged by the abyssal host."So...you
claim to be a prince?" The soldier examined the creased and crumpled papers,
presented to him by the young man before him who was dressed nothing like a prince,
to say the least. The only reason he did not order the two swindlers arrested on
the spot was because the magic seal on the document was, in fact, very much
legitimate, and not something that could be counterfeited by any aspiring
scammer."As I said, we have come to visit Lord D'Arcy with the full blessing of
your king. His Majesty issued these papers guaranteeing free passage throughout the
kingdom with the exception of the royal palace and Carano. You know what the royal
seal looks like. What's the problem?" Murad frowned in annoyance. He and Yena were
stopped by a patrol from the Southern Legion as they approached the restricted zone
some fifty miles from the Great Wall, and now they had to convince this hard-headed
soldier that they had business being here."The Great Wall is part of the restricted
zone of Carano...it's not clear whether these papers grant you free passage in this
area as well. And if you are really here to see Lord D'Arcy, shouldn't you have a
letter of reference from another mage? It's part of their long-standing tradition,
isn't it?" The soldier remained suspicious, though his tone was not entirely
confident. As irregular as these unannounced visitors were, their papers were very
much in order."We were supposed to have one. Unfortunately, a certain someone was
so impatient to be here as soon as possible, that His Majesty's royal mage did not
have the time to write one..." Yena glared at Murad as she interjected, though she
did not press the issue any further. After all, she was no less excited than Murad
when they heard from Thane that D'Arcy may be able to repair the Artifacts of Time.
And so they set out for the Great Wall as soon as they received their papers of
passage, loathe to wait even one moment.It took some persuasion, but the sentry
eventually agreed to let the two visitors enter the restricted zone under escort,
with a young mage by the name of Adele."You can leave your horses here. The
stablemaster will take good care of them." Unlike the other soldiers, Adele was
warm and friendly."But it's quite a ways to the wall, isn't it? You can ride with
me if you don't have enough horses - don't worry, I'm a good rider." Murad put on
his most charming smile, while Yena rolled her eyes."We have no need for such
primitive means of transport here. And your mounts look like they could use some
rest," smiled Adele back, deftly deflecting Murad's flirting attempt."But what -"
Murad did not manage to finish his sentence. The ground shook beneath him as a
massive metal beast of red and black rushed towards them, roaring with the sharp
scream of a whistle."Welcome to the Great Wall, the forefront of magical
advances!""Is this all the product of magic?" Murad looked out of the train window
in wonder at the many strange buildings rushing by, like a wide-eyed child from the
country on his first visit to a big city.Adele answered their every question
patiently - eagerly, even. It did not take long for Murad to get the measure of her
- she was more than happy to answer any question about magic, especially with the
appropriate admiration in response.On other issues, however, Adele was a closed
book - even seemingly innocuous questions, such as what D'Arcy's favorite food was,
were met with polite but firm refusal. Tried as he did, Murad could not extract any
information on D'Arcy from Adele, and he regretted not spending some time to learn
more about D'Arcy in his eager haste.Perhaps this called for a woman's touch. Murad
kicked Yena lightly and was met with a sharp kick in the shins and a nasty look,
before she turned to face Adele."Where I came from, magic was a tool for the ruling
class to oppress the people. I never knew that it could be used in such ways, for
the benefit of the people." Yena's voice was sincere, revealing the inequity and
hardship she experienced at her homeland, earning the sympathy of all who were
listening - except for Murad, whose shins still hurt.Adele took Yena's hand and
said, "It is Lady Sephera's dream to use the power of magic to change people's
lives for the better. I don't know much about your home, but I'm sure that Lady
Sephera and Lord D'Arcy will not stand idly by if your people need help. As His
Majesty said, commoner, noble or mage, the human race must stand united against the
threats to our world.""Will Lord D'Arcy help us?" Yena squeezed Adele's hand."Of
course! He may seem cold and aloof to many, but he is always kind and helpful to
those in need.""Lady Adele, we are almost there." The train conductor's voice broke
the poignant atmosphere in the train.
E00A88C249E0CC3B_## = His favorite food is the flower pastries of Rosenberg.
E0350067DDC00897_## = I love this world, for there is always something new.
E0359247DCA8E781_## = Veres clearly remembered the look of the people toward her
during the day she stepped into the Reapers.\n\nMix emotions of despise, fear and
respect could be seen in their eyes.\n\nWith slight fear, she held on Quillen's
cloth tightly. He smiled and spoke to Veres with a gentle tone,\n\n"Afraid not,
just feast on their eyes of whoever you despise."\n\nJust feast on their
eyes.\n\nVeres opened her eyes abruptly. A sharp sword was glittering blue in the
dark, piercing toward her eyes.\n\nVeres was quick enough to evade the attack. She
moved her wrist, a long red, snake-like whip gliding on her arm. She hurled her
whip forward into the dark, and a brief, sharp sound could be heard.\n\n"Very well,
it seems that your reaction is way faster. I deem this blood ritual a
success."\n\nThe man walked out from the shadow, revealing a pale, thin face, and
slit-shaped eyes emanating a sharp glare, resembling a vicious eagle waiting in the
dark.\n\n"Master", Veres bowed to him.\n\nHer voice was quivering, and Quillen
sized up on Veres. She barely stood upright, her breath was rapid, and red marks
could be seen vividly all over her body. The blood ritual was way exhausting than
he thought.\n\n"Take a good rest."\n\nVeres looked down. While Quillen turned
around and ready to leave, Veres suddenly asked, "Master, did Amily go through the
blood ritual?"\n\n"No. The blood ritual comes with great risk. We can't afford to
lose her."\n\nSilence arose. Quillen let out a sigh, turning toward her,\n\n"Any
more questions?"\n\nVeres grinned forcefully. All of a sudden, several blood snakes
with slithering red tongues appeared behind her, charging fiercely towards
Quillen.\n\n"[Serpent's Embrace]!"\n\nDefenseless, Quillen got bound by the snakes
and was brought close to Veres.\n\n"[Venom]!"\n\nCountless snakes appeared from
underground, tightly binding Quillen and ready to feast upon him. Suddenly, her
prey disappeared.\n\nVeres backed off. She toyed with her hair, and resumed a
seductive look.\n\n"Master, I do believe I am stronger than Amily?"\n\nA sharp
blade whizzed lightly along Veres' neck. Out of nowhere, Quillen appeared behind
Veres, answering her earnestly, "You are indeed 'stronger'."\n\nVeres let out a
laugh, before turning somber again.\n\nQuillen leered at Veres intensely, as if
this was their first encounter.\n\nWhat happened may merely be a test of ability,
but deep within, Quillen realized when the whip was pointing toward his heart, his
own disciple was on the verge of killing him.\n\nHe would have been dead meat by
now.\n\nHistory has a strange way of repeating itself. Quillen let out a sarcastic
laugh. He was in such a foul mood.\n\nWithdrawing his weapon, he retreated into the
dark once more.\n\n-THE END-\n
E04027EC723E576A_## = The Tainted
E047BF5BC71B944E_## = "Darkness shatters in my presence!"\n\nAs the chief of the
Holy Knights, Yorn had a strong body, handsome face, and brilliant archery skills.
In battle, however brutal or gory it was, Yorn always took his stride in leading
the Holy Knights to victory and glory. Because of his gracefulness, he was often
mistaken as a fairy. In fact, Yorn was completely a human before being baptized. He
was born in the Holy Hall and raised religiously. Yorn's biggest dream was praying
piously for the Holy Hall and the Goddess until his death, yet, he was destined for
more important responsibilities and duties.\n\nAt that time, the first darkness
invasion had been over hundreds of years ago. The human civilization of magic and
technology had been thriving thanks to the territorial expansion. Meanwhile, as a
result of the cooperation of the Holy Hall and the Kingdom of Okka, the cavalry
spirit established by King Arthur, the first king of Okka, had been included in the
doctrine of Ilumia. The Holy Hall had also started to build up its own Holy
Knights.\n\nLearning from the last war, Ilumia was finally aware that her demi-gods
would be outnumbered by the ferocious Dark Army. Had the Forest of Shadows not
struck back or Tel'Annas not shot that ultimate arrow, the world would have already
been swallowed by darkness.\n\nSince the war ended hundreds of years ago, Ilumia
had recruited and baptized a batch of faithful disciples from humans and orcs. The
chosen ones effectively filled up the positions in the mid-management, so that she
could execute her political plans more efficiently. The establishment of Holy
Knights marked the fundamental upgrade in the Holy Hall's military power.\n\nThe
recruitment of Holy Knights took the teenagers by storm. Almost every teenager in
the region practiced with each other everyday in the arena to fight for the honor
and glory of protecting the Holy Hall and the Goddess. Yorn was one of them, and
even though he was considered weak due to his ordinary human body, he still managed
to pass the final round of the recruitment and secured his place in the
army.\n\nWhat kept him brave and confident throughout the entire recruitment
process was the prophecy from Jinnar when he once went to the church to pray. The
prophecy went: "Sky as bow, sun as arrows; divine arrow befalls, light outshines
the sun and moon." The enigmatic prophecy perplexed Yorn, and Jinnar refused to
explain it any further. To Yorn, his future was somehow related to bows and arrows.
Since then, regardless of what stood in his way and no matter how his comrades
ridiculed him, he put every effort in his archery training.\n\nYears later, Yorn
had already become the chief of the Holy Knights. He was still grateful to the long
period of training, which helped him through becoming a member of the Holy Knights,
and also equipped him with broad strategic insights and unique fighting styles
(killing enemies in one shot). For that, he was always in Jinnar's debt.\n\nOn the
contrary, Jinnar never admitted telling the fortune of Yorn. "I was just promoted
as a disciple at that time. My destiny power was very unstable, that's why the
Goddess gave me an artifact to curb that power. So, I told you to do what you excel
at and avoid something you're not familiar with. That's what I meant and I didn't
want to sound discouraging."\n\n"Then, how did you know I'm a gifted archer?" Yorn
was determined to know the truth.\n\n"Let me tell you a secret. I was obsessed with
Tel'Annas, especially how she shot that ultimate arrow, so I was eager to make
everyone learn archery!"\n\nIn disbelief, Yorn yelled, "You were just trying to
make a fool of me, weren't you?"\n\n"Does it matter now? Why so serious?" said
Jinnar, nonchalant.\n\n"I heard something about you, Jinnar. You are afraid of the
recoil of the destiny power, that's why you refused to admit having told my
fortune. Am I right?" Yorn scanned Jinnar, hoping to get the favorable
answer.\n\n"I told you again, and I tell you again-Don't be so serious about it."
sighed Jinnar.\n\n"I understand. Please accept my gratitude. I'll come back
again."\n"See you."
E04B10995B5400CD_## = The Pure
E076525C07338471_## = Sinestrea
E0AA59B1C26EEE5A_## = During the Second Lokheim Invasion, Tel'Annas allied with the
Kingdom of Norman against Lokheim. She considers Thane to be a trusted friend,
something that is hard to come by for the great elven queen.
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<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E0EDA9737BFAE0DF_## = Seduced by the Abyss
E0FE46A2B7F0FF5F_## = 19 Mar
E120E21E0440A877_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E129A337653CEF6B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
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E1329A4997752D49_## = Qi
E1358BC723D01280_## = itching to give the Corrupted a taste of their fangs and
claws.The Okka forces were far less eager. The soldiers sent to attack the wall
were the elites of the two orders. Already less than committed to begin with, the
vassal knights had little interest in meeting the innumerable enemy horde."I know
many of you think me unfit for the throne. I know many of you think I bow too low
to Veda. I care not for what you think." Arthur said as he surveyed the assemble
nobles. "All of you swore to serve Okka in its time of need, and now is the time.
Will you continue to hide behind your soldiers and your walls, measuring your
profit and loss like some merchant counting out his coin, or will you make good on
your vows and show your people that you are worthy of them?Today, I fly the Golden
Wings and go into battle in the name of my father the king and the Kingdom of Okka,
to fight along our allies unto glory or unto death! Fight by my side if you will,
or go home to the castles of your fathers and their fathers before them, and see if
you can stand before them and be unashamed!"With this Arthur left, leaving his
nobles looking at each other and at a loss for words.The Silver Wings were the
symbols of the Okka royal house, and the order of knights that answered directly to
it. But the order also had another flag - the Golden Wings, created by Josef, the
seventh king of the Kingdom of Okka.When Count Jonassen broke away with part of the
Silverwing Order, rebelled against the crown and besieged Silverwing Castle, Josef,
who had never had much of a reputation for courage, surprised everyone by putting
on his armor and leading the sally personally. His loyalists flew the Golden Wings
to distinguish themselves from the rebels, and, inspired by the flag, were
triumphant that day.The Golden Wings thus became known as the Order of Silverwing's
colors in the direst hour. Under the banner there would be no retreat, no turning
back; every knight was sworn to fight to the death, including the grandmaster
himself, who was always the king."Well, doesn't look like we're getting out of it,"
said one of the nobles, breaking the silence."All part of Lady Ilumia's plan, to
send humans to fight and die while she sits high up on her mountain.""Maybe she'll
let us be buried on Mt. Orphean's steps, so that her believers can tread on
us.""She doesn't want someone like you. You have a better chance to line the steps
into Lokheim.""Shut up, Luke, if you still want to mount your horse with your own
two legs.""Enough! There is at least one thing that the prince is right about. We
are knights, not merchants.""Yes! We will show those Veda hard-heads what a true
knight is about."...Rallying under Arthur and Tel'Annas' banner, the allied forces
met the Corrupted Legion on the plains.With Klaus having joined the battle, the
Templars were finally at full strength, and Yorn fired off arrow after arrow into
the Corrupted ranks. So did the Forest Guardians, and with each hail of arrows
numerous Corrupted fell, but Tel'Annas alone stood unmoving. Her bow and arrow were
reserved for one whom only they can vanquish.While the Templars Drew the attention
of the Corrupted, the remaining Silverwing Knights were able to regroup and join up
with the vassal knights, deployed along the Forest Guardians' flanks. The Golden
Wings flew high, beneath which were Arthur and his loyal Companions.The allied
forces held their limited remaining cavalry in reserve. Without an effective way to
scout the battlefield, they did not notice the black and red banner joining the
battle behind the Corrupted ranks."Time to begin - no, time to end it all." Preyta
gave his final order, then commanded his wyvern to turn around and fly towards the
depths of the valley. In the north, Aleister was still preparing his enchantment,
while there was no movement from Grakk in the south, which was good news. A
thousand Templars should be enough to sate Grakk's appetite somewhat.At Preyta's
signal, Nakroth and his Blood Knights rode forth. At the same time, Taara and
Arduin also prepared to assault the Forest Guardians' lines. Nerov, who was roaming
the battlefield collecting stray souls, frowned in disappointment at his orders,
but went to meet up with Taara and the other Corrupted leaders per his orders. At
least the chance to sing the elven queen's dirge was worth looking forward to, he
thought...."The...the Blood Knights!"A soldier recognized the dread banner of the
Blood Knights and cried out before he was impaled by a hellsteed's claw. The Blood
Knights tore through the Okka ranks like hot knife through butter, exposing the
flanks of the Forest Guardians.Having found a worthy foe, Tel'Annas raised her bow,
and an arrow of life and darkness flew towards Nakroth, riding at the head of the
Blood Knights.Nakroth leaped from his sadlde and the arrow passed impaled his
mount, passed through where he was an instant ago, and cut a bloody swath through
the Blood Knights' ranks.The sight of the Blood Knights' ranks in disarray was a
rare one, but it did not stay that way for long, and they quickly regrouped as they
rode along the flank. Nakroth on foot was not much slower than a hellsteed, and he
was quickly given a new one by one of his men.The Blood Knights were merely a
diversion. It was Taara and her Corrupted Legions who formed the main attack.All
the Forest Guardians heard a heart-rending song, soft yet unmistakably clear even
in the heat of battle.
E145228BCBBC24A3_## = Warrior
E1495E67749E2A7F_## = The smell of blood.\nRichter's hand tightened around the hilt
of his sword and he sneaked forward. Peaking through the bushes, he saw a macabre
scene - limbs and other body parts scattered on the earth soaked red, abyssal
monsters hungrily devouring them. The broken carts and abandoned wares indicated
this was the remains of an unfortunate merchant caravan.\nThe hunt begins.\nBehind
Richter's calm and collected surface hid a darker, more cruel side. He yearned to
hunt, to give himself in to the dark impulses that sometimes consumed him.Sun,
trees, a clear lake...these were Richter's first memories. He was a feral child who
grew up in the wild until a military officer found him and brought him back to
civilization.\n"The boy did not talk, walked on all fours, and survived on his own
in these wild woods. He was more beast than man, highly adaptable to the
wilderness, and able to shift his form in response to the environment. A promising
subject," wrote the officer who found Richter.\nRichter was conscripted into the
Demon Hunter ranks, subjected to the cruel black magic experiments that turned
normal humans into superhuman warriors, with little knowledge or even awareness of
what he was being made to go through. But he managed to emerge relatively unscathed
from the process that was often fatal and left many survivors with mangled
mutations, thanks to his incredible ability to adapt - the only physical change
that he went through was that his hair became white. The mages who oversaw the
transformation process made a note of it, "Shows unprecedented affinity for black
magic. Close monitoring recommended."\nWhen the process ended, Richter stood up and
walked outside. The dust in the wind, hair on people's skin, the mild humming of
cicada in the distance - all was absolutely loud and clear to his elevated senses.
It was a new world, and he was born anew.His attention momentarily occupied by old
memories, Richter snapped out of his reverie to see dozens of abyssal monsters
charging towards him. He raised his sword, and the ground beneath him turned dark
red.\nA mark of the same dark red appeared on the monsters' heads, as their very
essence responded to Richter's black magic which was similar to their being. Then
they exploded, leaving behind nothing but a bloody red fog.\nRichter put his sword
back in the hilt, wiped blood from his face, and began ransacking the unfortunate
caravan's remains for valuables. With that and the bounty money for the monsters,
he should not have to worry about drinking money for a whole month.\nRichter stood
up, and the light of the setting sun cast a long shadow behind him.\n\n- The End-
E15C32DC2BBDB271_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E16668463C68E6D3_## = Very well, you have passed the test.\n\nI hereby grant you
special permission to be a violinist in the Death Opera House.\n\nMake sure you
keep up with me.\n\nOtherwise, your life might be at stake...
E1824EBC3120511C_## = Mganga
E189E43A2D86460D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E1AD57D3FABB29C9_## = Likes to watch the stars from the rooftops.
E1BCD078F2868335_## = Hall of Wisdom
E1C9B407874901B2_## = "The chaos-ending Sword of Justice, and the invincible leader
that brought order to the orderless!"\n\nWith the holy sword in his hand and
righteousness in his heart, Arthur was the first true leader in human history. He
was born in an age when faith had collapsed and the world was shrouded in darkness.
Facing frenzied beasts and bloodthirsty demons, the humans lacked not only the
strength to defend themselves, but also guidance from the gods, which could have
prevented their civil wars. This era of turmoil persisted until Arthur rose.
Preaching principles of justice and honor, he started down the path of order and
discipline as a knight.\n\nArthur's chivalry was well-received and admired by all,
drawing brave human warriors from far and wide to pledge their allegiance to him.
Under his leadership, they formed a valiant order of knights trained in the art of
war. They marched under the banner of justice and valor in the name of Arthur. They
toured the land, exterminating evil along the way. Most importantly, they
established order and peace amidst the darkness, ensuring humanity's
survival.\n\nThe deeds of the Order greatly impeded the demon legion's invasion
plans. Arthur had become a thorn in Maloch's side, and his knights were attacked at
every turn. However, the Order was not shaken one bit. Arthur and his knights
resolutely stood their ground. Their resilience and persistence inspired
all.\n\nYoung men flocked at the opportunity to become a part of the Order. Any
vacant positions in their ranks were promptly filled. This band of brothers, loyal
to both the chivalric spirit and their leader, gradually grew into a force to be
reckoned with. Humans, long looked down on by the other races, were finally earning
the recognition and respect of all.\n\nEven their age-long rival, the Afata,
extended the hand of friendship to Arthur. The secluded Veda brought the blessings
of the gods upon the Order and its knights. Arthur and his chivalric spirit gave
courage to humankind and his successors, notably Thane, to pass on the torch from
one generation to the next.\n\n"The radiance of the Sword of Justice shall cast its
light upon the path of every knight!"
E1CC3A441CBEF37F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E1D0B3B72E175DDE_## = I am the ruler of magic!
E1FAF182FA6C2262_## = Afata
E1FDB79B9CB70A4F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E1FF9895EFF7CD64_## = Xeniel
E221F1B13D3B6005_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E225F8A0B7A4A47C_## = 185cm
E22CA3219636A81E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E22DEDA8ED9463DD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E251A45A8478E6A3_## = The beginning of Violet and Butterfly's story.
E266398E0E25EC70_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E26928A324DD99D2_## = There are many problems in the world, but a good gun takes
care of most of them.\nAnd for the right price, I can take care of your problems.
E2702EAD8DB472E5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E2A0126422E38F2F_## = The Federation of the Free's only port city. To protect the
Federation's lifeblood, there is a strong military presence, and the military is
heavily involved in the administration of the city.
E2AFF76A26D17FE1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E2D0A5F3097F7036_## = Arduin
E2D38D2438BB45E5_## = Reminiscence Blades
E2E9D2072B7D55F9_## = 5 Jan
E3017188837ED62A_## = Located in the northwest parts of the Kingdom of Norman, it
established itself as the kingdom's military center during the North and South War.
Famous for its knights and horses, it is also the main trade hub between Norman and
Okka.
E3023E5DA7F6FB44_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E308E8288EBFACD5_## = The enemy of my enemy...is still my enemy!
E312F3EA57E1DB42_## = The Immaculate
E32EAD434DF95E8E_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
E3499A3749E7FDFE_## = Eat, sleep and eat again.
E352669AC8C2714C_## = Elemental Servant
E3553920C854DBDE_## = Banishing Amily has always been Veres' top priority. Amily
may have left the Shadow Hand, but Veres is still living under her shadow. It is
inevitable that Veres and Amily will be compared, but Veres detests it. In Veres'
mind, she is one of a kind.
E3666456BC572370_## = Lokheim lord, the Uncrowned Queen
E382C12480C70197_## = During her time at Veda, Liliana took human form for the
first time, modeling it after her fellow student Ilumia.
E40345B0A33318EE_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E40E5B9549CE6A77_## = First Lokheim Invasion
E425ED7A88FE6BA9_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E4596EF84A252986_## = Mganga's fascination with Zip is widely known, and Zip would
hide behind Mina whenever it sees Mganga. Zip has taught himself carpentry in order
to strengthen the doors and windows of his home against a possible intrusion by the
warlock.
E467E0CB717BAD65_## = Violet's greatest rival since she turned mercenary is
Butterfly, whose ranking in the guild is always a head above hers.
E4720A784A6AD43E_## = Elborne Woods
E47528A96A992AB4_## = “Hey, dude, have you seen a demon before? I mean, an actual
demon, the one that can think and speak.”\n\n“Of course I have.”\n\n“Really? What
does it look like?”\n\n“Well, I didn’t see it clearly. I was in a battle with it.
It bashed my head with a hammer so hard that I fainted. When I woke up, the battle
had ended already.”\n\n“Haha, no wonder they call you Richter the Boaster! You look
hilarious when you act serious.”\n\n“Boaster? Hey, I wasn’t boasting!” Richter
muttered, taking a consoling sip of the bitterly sour malt from his hip
flask.\n\nHe was telling the truth.\n\nAs a former Demon Hunter, Richter used to
battle with real demons alongside his comrades. This group of super warriors was
modified with Abyssal Essence, which significantly enhanced their individual
strength and stamina to a whole new level. Thus, the warriors were enabled to
directly confront the demons.\n\nIt was the glorious era of demon hunting. In
regions where mobs of dark creatures wreaked havoc, the Demon Hunters were highly
respected by the people, even more so than any legion.However, with the emergence
of the Descendants and the emergence of the "War of Purification", the Demon
Hunters, who were closely related to the Descendants, were in jeopardy.\n\nEven
though they passed a series of magic examinations, their damaged reputation was
beyond saving. In the end, all Demon Hunters were enlisted in the army and deployed
at the front line in the South. They pledged allegiance to the right side by
sacrificing themselves in the war with the abyssal force. Richter is one of the few
surviving Demon Hunters.\n\nUpon the review and evaluation by the Magic Committee,
Richter was allowed to return to the human community after the war. With him were
the salaries he had been saving and several hundreds of the military badges of his
passed fellows. He knew that what his comrades sacrificed and achieved would remain
in this world as long as he stayed alive.\n\n“The past is even more addictive than
alcohol!” Richter awoke from his nostalgic dreams to find out his hip flask was
running dry. Gently he tugged it in his pocket, for he had to ration the remainder
before he reached the supply depot. Otherwise, the lonely, long nights would be
unbearable. At that moment, he prayed that the loathsome creatures lurking in the
dark would reveal themselves at once, so that he could finish his duty of “demon
hunting” as soon as possible.\n\nNowadays, Richter works as a freelance mercenary.
Seven days ago, he joined a caravan that had been stalked by the dark creatures for
days by disguising as a lost member of his own group. What truly attracted the evil
creatures was a wealth of Magic Ores from the great desert in the west inside the
truck driven by eight mounts.\nAt first, the mercenaries of the caravan did not get
along with the clumsy Richter. After Richter handed out a small packet of silver,
they gladly welcomed him. For them, silver is almost as precious as gold. That is
why when Richter volunteered to take the watch at night, the chief declined his
request and asked him to go to bed, reassuring him, “On this trade route, no one
dares to mess with us.”\n\n“It’s not humans that I’m concerned!” Richter murmured,
taking out a silver again. He whispered to the chief, “No one wonders where you are
at this time of the night. Why don’t you take some rest now to save some energy for
the day?”\nJust like that, Richter “paid” his way to take on the night shift. Yet,
he was still a rookie, so the chief sent Layne to keep him company. Richter did not
care at all. In fact, he completely immersed himself into the dark night.\n\n“How
much longer can you hide?” Richter gazed at the bonfire, talking to himself. All
out a sudden, a gust of wind blew in, as if answering Richter’s question.
Temperature around the campsite plummeted, and Richter realized that the prey he
had been awaiting was about to show up.\nThe abrupt changes in the environment
awoke the mercenaries. They were not as sensitive to the dark creatures as Richter,
but years of experience in battle had granted them an acute sense of danger. When
they came out of the camp, fully armed, they witnessed a nightmarish scene:
Richter, swinging his sword, was battling with a swarm of horrific dark
creatures.\n\n“Although the title of Demon Hunter no longer exists, I never forget
my responsibilities as a Demon Hunter!” Richter took a look at the prey in front
him, mumbling, “I know that you’d never forget the danger and horror this title
brought to us. No matter what, I’ll not walk away.”\nHe pointed his sword to the
sky, as if the Goddess of Light tore the darkness apart with her finger.\n“I fight
where the darkness befalls!”
E4850A7E2D6AAB35_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E498C27A671BD5E1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E4A16A62AA44707E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E4C4BF3675CE9BE9_## = The Herald of the Void
E4DA45B6578260C7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
E4E4F801EF3CA15E_## = "Knock me down and watch me rise again!"\n\nBorn of the
Bloody Axe clan, Ormarr had explosive powers and endurance. Ormarr had wielded his
massive hammer and sword in countless clan battles, and was always the first to
attack and the last to withdraw. His adept fighting abilities and thirst for battle
had earned him the nickname "The Frenzy", as well as the respect of all of his
enemies and his people.\n\nIt had always been Ormarr's dream to become the leader
of his clan, but in his pursuit for power, he made many foolish decisions. He once
tried to raid the supplies of an ally, and this led to his clan being banished to
the ice fields of the north. Strangely enough, this did nothing to harm Ormarr's
reputation. On the contrary, his people stood firmly behind him as he fought for
glory.\n\nOrmarr had never disappointed his clan. When the Demon Army engulfed the
continent, Ormarr volunteered to lead the campaign to defend his clan's fortress.
Outsiders were so impressed by his bravery that they flocked to the fortress,
bringing in emergency supplies, reinforcements, and support. From then on, no one
dared to describe Ormarr and his clan as "barbarians" again.\n\n"The battlefield is
the only place for a warrior to die!"
E50CFF5E023BF7C8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E51CD08C1F0D7A72_## = Kingdom of Norman
E523A543D03C1834_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E5634281F6BDABCD_## = Loves archery and often spends a whole day at the archery
range.
E56D5FB7F9AC0DC5_## = Comrade At Arms
E57428388AEDA36D_## = The Shackled Wings
E5A91EC71E7E38AA_## = The Gilded
E5C14391D969E045_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E5E62A380E8411FB_## = “The Tower of Souls exists for the salvation of the
suffering spirits.”\n\nKahlii, the Ghost Guardian, was a rather controversial
Abyssal Lord. Once part of the Veda, she held the might and powers of blessing. Yet
despite her untouchable position, she was humble and willing to dedicate all her
time, patience and kindness to listen to the prayers of the believers in the Gospel
Palace of the Sacred Mt. Orphean and do her best to soothe their wounded hearts and
souls.\n\nKahlii had seen too many shattered souls. It weighed heavily on her mind.
“Master, how shall we relieve these tormented souls from their grief?” She often
asked Edras, the Archmage of Veda and her favorite teacher. He was wise and
powerful, and if anyone had the answer, it would be Edras.\n\n“When it comes to
mortals, from birth to death, from happiness to grief, the Creator controls all.
The mortals have to suffer to achieve innovation and change the world. This is the
mission they’re born with, their destiny,” Edras would explain. This answer did not
satisfy Kahlii. She couldn’t understand why these fragile Humans were given such a
great yet heavy burden. All she could do was to try to help them with her limited
powers.\n\nShe was doubtful, she was lost. Volkath saw it all. The prisoner, kept
by Edras in the Sacred Mt. Orphean, had yet to become the Dark Lord who ruled the
Abyss, but was already as cunning as could be. He decided to bring Kahlii onto his
side in order to escape from the clutches of Edras sooner and bring his rebellion
into action more efficiently.\n\n“Time and space are both the origins of life. All
beings in this world will cease to exist without the origins.”\n\n“Be it us, be it
the mortals, no one would be able to escape the binds of the Order of the World.
That’s where the origin comes from.”\n\n“But do remember—the powers that constitute
the origin are not limited to just time and space.”\n\n“Light and darkness, too,
are parts of the origin. These are powers that could bring us above the Order, so
that we would no longer be bound.”\n\n“You know all about Light Magic. Naturally,
you know that the essence of Light Magic is the control of the power of
light.”\n\n“Wouldn’t you like to learn more about Dark Magic as well? If you have a
good grasp of both, you’ll no longer be restricted by time and space. You’ll be
able to do everything and anything.”\n\n“Such as...protecting those weak
Humans.”\n\nWhat Volkath said was indeed appealing. Kahlii knew that there had to
be a catch somewhere, yet the offer was impossible to refuse. She knew that the
abyss lay right in front of her—yet she still jumped without an ounce of
regret.\n\n“You’d better be telling the truth, or else, no matter what happens,
I’ll find you and blast your head off!” Kahlii said. These were her last words as
the Goddess of Blessings. Volkath was the only one who heard them.\n\n“As you wish,
my Lady.” Volkath’s lips curved into an elegant smirk.\n\nFrom then on, the Veda
lost a gentle, beautiful Goddess, while the Abyssal world gained a kind, peaceful
Ghost Guardian. Legend had it that no matter how much you sinned, no matter what
tortures you had been through, as long as you entered the Tower of Souls, you would
be truly free.\n\n“I see the light.”
E5EC69D2191DB759_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>:
<color=#ffd200>Kill</color> a related hero in a match using
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>.
E606EA19FC416D4F_## = "You cannot outrun Death. It cannot be tricked, bargained
with, or intimidated. Run, and you'll only die trying."\n\nSome cultures told
stories of angels or Valkyries that came to lead the dead to the afterlife;
however, it was actually Lord Zephys who ferried souls to his domain with a
chilling west wind. \n\nSteadfast and meticulous in his duty, Zephys personally
harvested the soul of every mortal. In the final terrifying moment of their lives,
it was his towering figure that came to rip their spirits from the bodies, so they
would face judgment in the underworld. Admired by few and envied by none, Zephys
carried the mantle of the harvester with unrivaled dignity, for only he understood
the calamity that would ensue should he falter.\n\nIn times of war, Zephys led his
undead army at the front; his ranks ever growing as he reaped. \n\n"Run, walk, or
crawl, death comes for us all."
E60B113C7FDBB007_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E61892085730DEC1_## = My bullets have eyes.
E633499BFEAA5AF9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E63B078ADB2F751C_## = The Unspeakable
E648B9F4BBAF1414_## = Wukong Biography
E65E32DB8D1B0EC8_## = The First Demon Hunter
E689679BE629617E_## = 180cm
E689EE203190450E_## = “Trust me, thieving's a promising career!”\n\nFennik believed
that all professions had their values and reasons for existing. Which was why he
stood by the belief that, since he was a thief, he should be the best of them all.
Go big or go home, right? This was how Fennik became renowned in the field—his
“masterpieces” included the Great Heist of the Luxis City Treasury and the Theft of
the Secret Treasures of Fort Alchemy.\n\nIt was one of Fennik’s principles to never
leave empty-handed. He was not one to fail, whether when robbing a bank or simply
picking some pockets on the street. Of course, if it turned out that his
unfortunate target was dirt-poor, he would not only return what he had stolen
afterwards but also add a little something to go with it, which was quite a
pleasant surprise for the victim. \n\n“A charity act? Nah, I just want my piggies
to be well-fed before I butcher ‘em,” Fennik would say. You see, Fennik’s second
rule was to never leave the target without means to survive, and the first rule was
to aid those in poverty so that they might have a good life someday. After all, the
more rich people there were, the more targets to steal from, right? Fennik trusted
that raising the life quality of the general public would surely lead to a broader
scope of development for those of his trade, and pointlessly accumulating riches
would only mean more competition in the thieving industry. “If we thieves become
richer than everyone else, we won’t have any targets to steal from except each
other, no?”\n\nA notorious scoundrel known by all on the Moonlit Plains, Fennik was
in fact a better fighter than a strategist, which was saying something as he was
quite the strategist. At a young age, he had already out-ranked many of his
predecessors on the Wanted List of the Federation of the Free, and eventually even
snagged the top spot on the ranking. Even the great Officer Locke couldn’t figure
out what to do about him.\n\n“Jeez, relax! I’m here for the loot, not your life!”
E6C5777D50ADE312_## = Demon Lord
E6C70BFC305262E3_## = Mina
E6CACF022073A8DB_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E6CD395BBE06952B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>opponents</color>.
E6DA30BFDDC6678C_## = 18 Aug
E7063854633B41C3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E72FDEE8CDB0FDF7_## = Gentle and witty
E7605A72C8E396E0_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
E7AA95CB498F494C_## = Second Generation
E7D46694C7F2473B_## = Elsu
E7E4CD7744576EAF_## = Fennik Biography
E888555B12B6662E_## = Outside the windows, the imposing silhouette of the Great
Wall stood reaching towards the sky, casting a long shadow that stretched from the
horizon of one side to that of the other.Adele took a deep breath and put her guide
"hat" back on. "Lord Murad, Lady Yena, may I present the greatest wonder of human
civilization, the Great Wall of Norman, built by the Kingdom of Norman, the
Magister's Council and the Blacksmith Guild under the direction of Lord D'Arcy,
protecting the human realm against the Lokheim threat."And she could not help but
smile, as she saw Murad and Yena stare at the colossal construction, their mouths
gaping.
E8975505021E2352_## = A primal being and a Federation intelligence officer.
E8D3D60A2A4AC665_## = The Chosen
E90BB00A92649884_## = Display the glory of the master of thunder
E90FFCABB2871E8B_## = 20 Sep
E91DE8CE21177FDF_## = Does not pay much attention to his appearances. He looks
equally attractive in rags, after all.
E93B972DD0C1410E_## = Capheny
E977A62070C0FE33_## = The Elven Queen cherishes words like gold, and she was silent
even at the banquet because:
E9781B10DB82817A_## = Thane Biography
E9809353AAD25B67_## = Richter
E9A85A0B43273A61_## = Lord of Thunder, Master of the Hall of Judgment
EA10AA0B73227631_## = Ask teacher
EA4E1BBDCEB01C06_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EA630935B366FF4C_## = 15 Sep
EAB7434EA49A3443_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EB4131511414B792_## = Executioner
EB61C5661448140A_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EB6641F94D1E533F_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EB70CE4FA01FF271_## = Father's Friend
EBDF6F9DB5BD77AC_## = Tulen can never resist the opportunity to look at himself in
a mirror.
EC0024B04BC4AC7F_## = Even in the roar of battle, Y'bneth's booming voice was a
bastion of cool tranquility. And as he spoke, Lindis saw the tree crown above her
head growing rapidly, soon covering half the battlefield under a thick green
canopy. Gas bombs burst harmlessly on the leaves and branches, and were quickly
absorbed by the canopy.Still, some bombs slipped through the hastily-formed screen
onto the troops below. The hardy Hoofed denizens of the forests were not so easily
felled, but their vision and movement were nevertheless severely affected, the
first wave of abyssal beasts to break through their lines, heading for the half-elf
archers behind.Where the denizens of the forests lacked in armor and steel, they
more than made up for it with fangs and claws. And it was at this moment that Arum
ordered the Clawed to charge and meet the attackers.The beastfolk did not always
fight in a coordinated manner like this. They lived in small, independent tribes,
and battles involved maybe a dozen individuals, or a few hundred at most.Arum was
the new high priestess of the Leonin, and she was a human. The other tribes may
grumble about this in peacetime, but in wartime they accepted her command, for they
have all suffered at the superior tactics of humans.Though Arum was no soldier, she
was born to one, and she had Slimz acquire human books of human military tactics,
comparing them with what he saw and heard growing up. Her knowledge would be put to
the test here.A few abyssal beasts broke through the lines, but were easily torn to
pieces by the waiting Clawed. Meanwhile, the Hoofed had regrouped under Y'bneth's
canopy, and the half-elf and beastfolk archers under Lindis' command now unleashed
a deadly volley of arrows towards the Lokheim forces.As the Hoofed lines reformed,
Arum pulled back her battalion. They were in this for the long haul, and the Clawed
must conserve their strength, waiting for the right time to go on the offensive.In
the air, Preyta surveyed the Forest Guardians coldly. As leader of the Corrupted
Legion, he had mostly fought human forces on the cold southern coast; leaving the
denizens of the forest to Marja and her Shadow Worms. This was the first time he
faced the Forest Guardians in force, and the results were conclusively
inconclusive.Preyta tapped the neck of his plague wyvern, and the well-trained
mount made a turn to fly towards the other end of the battlefield.This was merely a
probing attack. A regiment of human knights were approaching, and now was not the
time to engage the combined armies. Not yet, at least.Nor did he feel the need to
call off the abyssal beasts that were still fighting. They were totally expendable.
The only one who was of any value was Omen, who now found himself trapped in
Y'bneth's Wild Prison.And the less Preyta had to do with that lunatic, the better.
EC06973A334DE2F4_## = One of the legions of Lokheim, consisting primarily of Shadow
Worms under Marja's command.
EC12B842EDE3EFFA_## = Slimz
EC15A2F17A0EA8B9_## = Fur-Clean Wonder
EC2EA0853ACCB0AF_## = He and Dirak fight over Sephera's hand-made desserts.
EC4CBC975683FCC7_## = Rivals in Love
ECB2A54A690332E3_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
ECBD7078A70D409E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
ECC04970441FD033_## = Considers execution to be an art form. Anything that
interferes with it must be banished.
ECD4E207721025D8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
ECE580985994C21B_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
ED080773D5DBC7C4_## = Telling Wisp a bedtime story
ED34394C38847015_## = The fall of Volkath put Marja in a difficult position. It was
not her intention to challenge Veera's authority, but Veera saw things differently.
And so Marja chose to live away from the main temple and distance herself from
potential conflict.
ED403796B254BB70_## = Gildur Biography
ED47D1D9B15A2564_## = Shadow Prison
ED6D1747E2FF4F87_## = Deal damage to heroes with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
<color=#ffd200> {1}/{2}</color>
ED81733CD8467D9E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
ED993EBF1A17D86B_## = Florentino
ED9D98FFF2D87360_## = Hit a hero with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
EDB10888BB3750E6_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EDDC85D046BFB757_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
EE0006439CEBA0EE_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
EE1C65A80EA9DDF9_## = A new friend, for a sunny day!\nHere's your invitation, to
join me in my tea party.
EE33CD5FF4E0C012_## = Magic Academy
EE356E54DACCD30B_## = Guardian
EE405E5744D99C90_## = Amily Biography
EE53CF50BC0B86B9_## = Who is Marja's loyal servant?
EE6DDFE805479D52_## = Located at the foot of Mt. Orphean, this was once a prison
for heretics and other enemies of Veda. It was sealed away after Marja rebelled
against Veda, and today it has become a nest for her Shadow Worms.
EE9ABA56F1991F0B_## = Veera and Marja were close as sisters in their student days,
and Veera admired Marja for her perfection. When they met again in Lokheim, Veera
was shocked at Marja's changes and was filled with sympathy, but also saw her as a
rival to her authority. Their relationship remains friendly, if somewhat guarded.
EEA8B81C55AB4513_## = Quillen raised Amily and cared for her with all his heart.
Therefore, the fact that Amily betrayed him is unforgivable to Quillen. Since then,
the name "Amily" became taboo. His subordinates are all cautious not to mention
this name.
EEB498935AA81BF7_## = Deep in the forest, a little archery target stood among the
flowers.\nSteady. Focus.\nTel'Annas released the string, and the arrow drew a great
arc in the air, crossing a distance that few would imagine possible, piercing the
target in the middle of the bullseye.\nThen, applause. Tel'Annas turned, and there
was her father the king, Landirr, and her teacher, Feyol.\n"Father." Tel'Annas
handed her bow and arrow to her attending servant and bowed.\nLandirr nodded in
satisfaction. Unlike the rest of her kind, whose skills as poets, musicians and
artists were legendary in Athanor, Tel'Annas' talent in the arts could charitably
be described as mediocre. Rather, she had an absolute fascination for archery,
often spending an entire day practicing at the range.\nThat the daughter of the
elven king should have next to no artistic ability whatsoever was most unusual, and
the source of much consternation for the elders. Landirr, however, never seemed as
concerned as his people. It was only natural that his daughter would be different,
and as the world grew more and more dangerous, it was time the elven people lifted
their heads from their poems, their paintings, their music scores.\n"Feyol says
there is nothing left for him to teach you. It is time."\nA servant stepped up and
handed a long bow to her. Tel'Annas took it in her hands and saw that its finely
engraved body shone with the light of stars.\n"Behold Morning Star, greatest of the
elven bows."\nTel'Annas took an arrow and notched it on the string, then she felt a
chill pass through her body, and she stopped.\n"Father, I sense the scent of demon
from it."Landirr nodded. "At the Defense of Moonlit Plains, Honored Elder Morion
crafted it over several years, imbuing it with the power of darkness. The closer to
darkness, the more powerful it is."\n"But I do not wish to use this power," said
Tel'Annas, holding the bow towards her father. "How will our people and our allies
see us, if even the king of the elves stoops to wielding the power of
darkness?"\nLandirr put his hand on Tel'Annas' head and gently stroke his
daughter's hair.\n"Light and Darkness are merely two sides of the power of Origins.
Their nature is neither good nor evil; only its wielder can determine that. Someday
you will be queen over all of the forest, and Morning Star will help you cut
through the darkness, and bring all the elven people under one banner."\n"All of
the forest?" Tel'Annas muttered. Her people were free and capricious in nature,
their tribes scattered and only loosely connected. How could they possibly be
united?\n"Yes, all of the forest."\nThese were the last words between Landirr and
Tel'Annas. Tel'Annas remembered the warm aura that surrounded her father, the
shining, immaculate white robe, and his gentle yet firm eyes gazing at her, not the
slightest speck of doubt in it. Little did she know that her father was at the end
of his life, his soul exhausted by the long and bitter wars.\nLandirr, High King of
the Elves, passed from the world the next winter. Taking the throne was his young
daughter, now Queen Tel'Annas.Steady. Focus.\nTel'Annas released the string, and
the arrow of chaos went for the dark lord's heart, imbued with the power of
darkness.\nThe light of Morning Star pierced Volkath's heart, and finally Tel'Annas
breathed easy. She did it.\nTel'Annas turned around, and there was no high elven
towers and palaces, no serene forests, no calm reassurance from her father. There
was the allied forces clad in black armor, their faces stained with dirt and blood
as though they had just climbed up from a pit of corpses, but their expressions
were of the utmost joy, as they cried her name in praise and exultation.\nThey were
small. They were weak. They needed her. They looked up to her.\nAnd for the first
time in many, many years, tears flowed down the elven queen's cheeks.
EEB66740603C1DD2_## = The Archangel
EEC121944BFA2DB3_## = Someone bullying you? Just say my name, and watch them run
away.
EEC46B7344000786_## = Omen
EECB087EAA81ADBD_## = 22 Nov
EEDAAE2940EF3D7E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
EEEF3F706F8E580D_## = 180cm
EEFE8780F79CB041_## = Zip
EF04A39C7034A483_## = Keera
EF08469A687765E9_## = The Trinity
EF19F807FB1B449C_## = Marja
EF1C776D1A442A00_## = Eland'orr
EF3307CFB266D03F_## = Loves to cook, especially desserts
EF3AAB8596F30FCB_## = Brunhilda
EF5EB20A10D3EE43_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EF69109BA7A5B431_## = The place of an ancient battlefield. It is a neutral zone
between Okka, Norman and Verno Forest, and it borders the Moonlit Plains. The
tunnels beneath lead into the Abyss.
EFA1796CC1B6EDD8_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EFD1EA3A9C3DA452_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
EFF79E65847EDA10_## = In Dreams
F0178C0D4523D93B_## = Federation of the Free
F030B0A45A56B5A7_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F06682F9943FDC51_## = It's MISTER Zip, thank you!
F0A30EB2320CC5C4_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F0B28FD3B7B31255_## = Skud
F0DCEB3A90A2C769_## = Tastes just like mom's cooking...
F0E89DBC0577D9D6_## = Zanis Biography
F0F0482867043905_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F12D0822C65210A4_## = Zill
F13B79D4DF571D0D_## = Ata's story is bizarre.\n\nHe is a descendant of Kentein, a
rare semi-beastfolk race that has been persecuted for its distinctive religious
beliefs and is now scattered throughout Athanor. The same is true of Ata—since the
beginning, he had no memory of his parents.\n\nAfter sailing the seas around the
city of Bodrene for years, Ata became a longshoreman. However, he longed for the
open waters, and when he came across a pirate ship, he began his pirate
life.\n\nDuring a treasure hunt, Ata sneaked into the legendary [Sea Grave] and
acquired a rare treasure: the Soul Pearl. He combined it with the remains of sea
beasts to create a unique weapon that has since become a terror of the
seas.\n\nEverything was right in the world, until one day, his ship sailed past
Seasoul Town. There, he met a freckled wind mage who has been here for a long
time...
F145F3A5F9BE634C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F1498658D2573DEE_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F14BC61FF4884448_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
F1575AEB850D7789_## = Airi
F17441AEBEEDD206_## = Rouie
F17F5E9C29FCC0CA_## = Veda
F1842D4F08AB4020_## = Grakk
F197EBA9904CB8F9_## = Bordering Mt. Orphean, it is said to be protected by a
powerful Archon. Its waters are clear and pristine, and on a sunny day one can see
through the depths of the sea.
F1A9135EFB6C2C49_## = Murad
F1C0E1D7B561E0D0_## = Let darkness swallow the light, let the blood of Veda be
drawn, and let its flesh be eaten.\nThere will be no dawn, for night shall reign
forever.
F1D3F3428E64EA70_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F1DCA980C21E29B9_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F1DEA39D96269255_## = The power of the church and state have long been in conflict
in the Kingdom of Okka. Ilumia is well aware that Arthur, heir to the throne, is
not a particularly fervent believer, and this is a problem she must solve if she is
to maintain Veda's standing among the humans.
F1E539EC853F3DEB_## = Tulen was born of lightning, held dominion over lightning and
thunder from birth.\n\nIlumia assigned Aleister to instruct the divine child, but
Aleister did not like Tulen, for he knew that someday his student would take his
Throne of Thunder. And so he left Tulen out to pasture, to learn or fail on his
own.\n\nFor his part, Tulen hardly cared. His mastery over lightning and thunder
was instinctive, requiring no incantation or ritual. His lightning-fast progress
became Aleister's downfall.\n\nWhen Aleister left, Tulen replaced him on the Throne
of Thunder. His first responsiblity - to bring Aleister back to face Veda's
judgment. This was exactly what Tulen wanted.
F1F507BC725724BB_## = Kil'Groth
F205085056E77B41_## = Royalties from 'The Three Women in the Demon Lord's Life'
F212AFCC4C1EB3CD_## = Allain's earliest memories were of Casanova.\nAs an orphan,
he was fortunate enough to be taken in by the mercenary order and given the very
best of training. Allain displayed an impressive talent for swordplay, and the
instructors considered him a rising star.\n\nDuring his training, Allain met
Butterfly, a fellow orphan. Allain's new friend defeated him in every contest of
arms, and Allain began to develop inexplicable feelings for her: he wanted to see
her become the strongest warrior ever, but he also wanted to become as skilled as
she.\nThis rivalry, however, did not harm their friendship in the slightest.
Butterfly was always crying, and Allain's optimism and cheerfulness always brought
her from tears to smiles, and the two became very close.\nWhen Allain and Butterfly
were first sent out into the field to gain experience, they walked straight into an
enemy ambush. Someone had compromised the mission—there was a traitor in their
midst! Allain threw himself at the enemy to protect Butterfly and was lost in the
chaos. Butterfly survived and grieved for years thereafter.\n\nBut Allain did
return—many years later. He had joined the Shadow Hand and lost all his memories.
All he knew was that this organization had saved him, and for that reason alone he
agreed to serve them.\nUnder the direction of the Shadow Hand, Allain found himself
performing deeds that became more and more nefarious. The Shadow Hand told him that
it was all for the future of humanity, but Allain could not make himself believe
it. After much thought, he decided to leave. After his next mission, he slipped out
from under his superiors' supervision and regained his freedom.\n\nThe Shadow Hand
would not stand for this betrayal and sent Veres with a pack of assassins to finish
him off. It was then that Butterfly had arrived in Kazell to investigate the dark
wizards, and here she found Allain again.\nAllain no longer recognized Butterfly,
but he was deeply touched by her kindness.
F22214E76844A1F7_## = Always goes out with an umbrella to avoid being tanned or
getting wet.
F24D68542B6B869C_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F255D933F676C79B_## = Alice Biography
F2786CA2B0417EC1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F28A408B4E446E10_## = 160cm
F291E3559ADB2BA0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F2ECA0C981C8F573_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F2F43C0BD425AA42_## = 4 Mar
F2FCD7DCF0487D20_## = Thane does not let men speak to Alice without his permission.
F30DAC86D3FB8E94_## = Murad refuses to even mention the name of his lifelong
nemisis Azzen'Ka, who destroyed the Helios Empire through dark guile and deception.
F3247FC3E5BDA534_## = The wise and the clever, who sowed the seeds of civilization
and freedom on barren soil.
F3356AAF81A4011E_## = Cloaked figures moved swiftly and silently through the
foreboding bog of the Wailing Marshes, their black silhouettes barely visible under
the cover of darkness. Leading the group was D'Arcy, the most prominent young mage
of his time and a generational talent, who led the crusade against Black Magic
alongside his equally talented comrades, Dirak and Sephera."Fire, water, wind,
earth. Every element is part of the natural cycle of life and death, and every
school of magic has the skill to create or destroy, to do good or evil.\nNot so the
school known as Black Magic. It brings naught but death and decay. In its wake is
silence and emptiness. It has no capacity except to destroy.\nIs this the end that
we seek? Shall we allow such a school to dictate the future of magic? Shall we
tolerate the heinous acts of its practitioners? Nay, I say; let some doors remain
closed, for they should never be opened, but sealed away and future generations
warned, not to approach that which is anathema to the very nature of our being."As
a former practitioner of Black Magic, D'Arcy's damning accusation against Black
Magic in his Denunciation of Black Magic revealed the terrifying madness behind the
school, and was instrumental in turning the opinion of both the public and the
nobility against it.This was the start of the crusade against Black Magic, a
crusade that pitted D'Arcy against his former mentor-turned nemesis - Lorion, one
of the greatest masters of Black Magic ever to walk Athanor.In fact, D'Arcy's split
with his old mentor took place long before his Denunciation saw the light of day.
The irreconcilable differences between the two led them to settle their grudge the
way great mages did - with a massive magic duel that shook the earth.Gravely
injured and barely escaping with his life, D'Arcy went into hiding for years,
nursing his wounds until he discovered a new power that would finally make him the
match of his former master. Responding to the call of his old friends Dirak and
Sephera, D'Arcy returned to the public eye, leading the budding movement against
Black Magic as it grew into the great crusade that it became.His last duel with
Lorion was very much in D'Arcy's mind as he led this small but elite expedition
into the treacherous Wailing Marshes. D'Arcy had volunteered to investigate
sightings of Lorion in these swamps, for he knew better than anyone else how
powerful and dangerous Lorion was."We're in position. Your call, D'Arcy," said
D'Arcy's second-in-command.D'Arcy nodded. "On my mark. It's time we put an end to
this war."The swamps began to glow faintly. Firefly or will-o'-the-wisp, the casual
observer might think, but on closer observation the ground would have revealed a
magic circle that slowly expanded outwards. It was the invention of D'Arcy's
friend, comrade and rival Dirak, an enchantment that detected the presence of
magical energy within its radius, however faint it might be.The first phase of
action - find and eliminate all Black Mages hiding in the Wailing Marshes."Three
hostiles, to the northeast.""Take them out, Team Alpha." D'Arcy was confident. The
operation was meticulously planned. Operating in teams of four, all the members of
this expedition were elite mages hand-picked by D'Arcy himself. They had both
strength of numbers and the element of surprise. What could go wrong with the
plan?"Seven hostiles, due west - correction, eleven.""Team Bravo, Team Delta, flank
them and hit them from both sides, Team Echo, back them up. Be careful.""Four
contacts to the southeast! We've got hostiles on our six!""Three hostiles,
southeast!""Three hostiles, due south!""Foxtrot, Golf, engage! Team Hotel, light up
the swamp and flush out those bugs hiding in the darkness!" D'Arcy could not hide
his agitation. It was not the fact that the enemy seemed to know about this plans
that bothered him - it was unfortunate, yes, but something that one had to plan
for, and he had allowed for safeguards against such a possibility. \nNo, what
troubled D'Arcy was the intention that he felt behind the enemy's movements,
patiently and methodically countering his every move, a touch that was all too
familiar to D'Arcy."This was your handiwork, was it not, master?" D'Arcy looked up
at Lorion, sitting at the top of a fir tree standing tall and alone in the middle
of the marsh, where the Black Mage undoubtedly oversaw his former pupil fall into
his trap."Ah, my fine, talented, most despicable pupil. I thought I had put an end
to your meddling forever, until news reached my ears that you had somehow held on
to that worthless life of yours and was causing trouble again.\nAnd then I thought,
I must prepare a most special welcome for my old student for the day that we met
again. But what should I do? I pondered and pondered, and then it occurred to me -
what better way to celebrate the decades we spent together, than to dangle victory
in front of your nose and let you believe that it was within grasp, then snatch it
away from you to watch that insufferable smug face of yours turn crestfallen?""You
must regret not killing me when you had the chance," said D'Arcy as he slowly
unbuttoned his cloak, letting it fall onto the ground."It is human to err, is it
not? I was there to correct you when you erred, but who could correct me when I
err?" Lorion stroke his staff with a loving expression, running his fingers over it
as one might over the skin of one's lovers."Heaven and earth are my witness. The
world shall judge you, and you shall pay your dues for your errors." A fog had
gathered before D'Arcy's eyes, but even through the fog he could see sickening dark
energies flowing through Lorion's veins like black worms, fearsome in their power,
but which slowly yet surely feed on Lorion's lifeforce, corrupting all of the
mage's organs."Oh? And I suppose you consider yourself the agent of the world?"
Lorion laughed. "Once you were so close to uncovering the secret of the very fabric
of the world, yet you have turned your back on it! Abandoned your pride as a mage
and willingly cast yourself out among the dogs! Do not speak of the world in vain,
for you yourself forsook its secrets!""Light and darkness, the two primal powers
that made the world, exalted above all else. Yet there is more to the world than
just duality." D'Arcy opened his palms and drew two perfect arcs, and silver
threads began to appear at Lorion's feet, weaving themselves into complex and
indecipherable patterns. "I found this when I sought the secrets of Black Magic at
the Rift of the World. It brought me to a place I did not expect - a dimension
beyond our own existence.""Wha - what is this? What have you done? What is
happening to my - my existence?" Lorion cried out in surprise, with a fear that had
not been heard in his voice for many, many years."You once opened the door of magic
for me, master. Now, I open for you - the door of dimensions!" The fabric of space
was stretched to its limit. Though they were separated by a distance of more than
thirty paces, D'Arcy pushed forward with his palm, and Lorion fell backwards into
the dimensional portal that had appeared out of nowhere. Silver threads bound
Lorion, and the black magic in him swelled and thrashed, trying to break the
bondage of the threads."D'Arcy! You will not - you will not win this day!" Half
sucked into the dimensional portal, Lorion mustered all the power he accumulated
over the years, activating the runes etched throughout his body, written in the
ancient language of the demons and impelled by black magical energy."Wither! Wither
and die with me!" Black smoke creeped towards D'Arcy, following the silver threads
that he created. D'Arcy knew exactly the nature of the black smoke and its danger -
which was why he was determined to drive Black Magic from this world forever, no
matter the cost."Goodbye, master!" D'Arcy knew that the black curse had seeped into
his soul,
F348989564AE890E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F3491D3EE61DB5BF_## = Capital of the Federation of the Free, the closest human city
to Afata. It is less industrialized than most of Kazell's cities, maintaining
balance between nature and industry.
F34CDBF29BF668BB_## = If anything, they took more damage from the stampede during
their counterattack.While the nobles looked at each other, unsure what to say, Yorn
was the first to respond. "With the cavalry and our Hoofed allies occupied, it is
up to to the infantry to carry the banner. We shall take the lead." The Silverwing
and Templar cavalry had been sent to scout out enemy defenses on the high ground on
the sides of the valley, and the Hoofed warriors had joined the Silverwing Knights,
with only Toro remaining behind at Arthur's request.Arthur nodded. "Good luck."The
Templar infantry were no less disciplined and skilled than their mounted
counterparts, and were by far the best soldiers at Arthur's disposal. In an ideal
world he would hold them back as reserve, to be committed at the direst hour, but
under present circumstances there was no better plan."Form up!" At Yorn's command,
the Templar infantry quickly lined up, ready for battle."Charge!"On the southwest
side, the battle between the Forest Guardians and the Shadow Worms raged on.
Tel'Annas kept her gaze fixed on Marja, leaving the army in Baldum's capable hands
while she waited for the opportunity to shoot Marja's worm avatar to pieces.
Meanwhile, Marja commanded her Dark Behemoths to tear apart the Forest Guardians'
lines, looking for a weak link from where she could incite a rout.While Kriknak and
Zill's duel was interrupted by their respective armies charging in, they were far
from idle as they waded in and out of the battle lines, carefully their counterpart
in sight, while putting the skills they honed for the protection of their
mistresses to deadly effect.The Forest Guardians struggled to hold the line in the
face of Marja, Kriknak and the two Dark Behemoths, which absorbed other Shadow
Worms to recover any damage that they took. Tel'Annas could have felled them with
her arrows, but she dared not open herself to attack from Marja, who was watching
her every move at such a close distance.Marja, on her part, had her own
difficulties to deal with. Most of her strength was committed to the resurrection
ritual; the three Dark Behemoths that she sent against the two opposing forces were
prepared long-beforehand. Making an appearance against the Forest Guardians here
with her worm avatar, however, was not part of the plan, but the chance to kill
Tel'Annas here and now, both as the best possible gift to the awakening Volkath and
to break the Forest Guardians' morale, was simply impossible to pass up.The worms
crept upon the Forest Guardian lines. Y'bneth grew thick branches to stop their
attack, while the flowers appearing on the branches healed injured warriors. But he
could not regrow himself fast enough to match the pace at which the two Behemoths
were devouring his appendages.With Y'bneth's attention occuped by the Dark
Behemoths, Kriknak cut a bloody path through the Forest Guardian ranks. The Clawed
were the first to respond to the gap that appeared in their lines, but the tide of
worms they faced was overwhelming, inexorable.Tel'Annas could stand and watch no
longer. She raised her bow and notched an arrow.This was Marja's chance. Her Shadow
Worms had already broken through the Forest Guardian lines, and in an instant her
worm avatar disappeared then reformed itself at the head of the worms, less than a
hundred paces from Tel'Annas - only to find the elven queen's bow pointed straight
at her."Your Highness!" Zill cried. At the same instant Kriknak leaped from the
dark tide of Shadow Worms, straight at Tel'Annas, too quickly and too far away for
Zill to stop him."Not so fast."With Y'bneth's booming voice, two thick branches
reached out from among the Forest Guardian ranks, sending Kriknak flying.As for the
Dark Behemoths that Y'bneth was tangling with -High up in the air soared a great
black mountain eagle. The feathers of a mountain eagle ought to be gold or silver,
yet this one was black, for Shadow Worms covered every inch of its body from head
to tail to wing, except its two eyes which continued to shine, bright and
incorruptible.When the Dark Behemoths broke through the Forest Guardians and
charged towards Tel'Annas, it was the great eagle, which had carried its queen into
battle, that dived down towards the Dark Behemoth and pierced the monstrosity with
great claws. The Dark Behemoth instantly split into countless tiny little worms
that crawled all over the eagle. Rather than allowing itself to be dragged into the
ground, the eagle took to the air, carrying the worms with it, giving Tel'Annas the
time she needed to fire off the decisive shot, and that she did, the arrow heading
straight for Marja's heart with the power of darkness and life.The arrow that ended
Volkath's dreams of world domination. Marja was not there to see that, but now she
felt its threat herself. With a smirk her body turned to shadow, and the arrow
passed harmlessly through her body - but the smile on Tel'Annas' face did not fade.
Marja turned just in time to see the arrow that had passed through her turn into a
shaft of light, hitting the second Dark Behemoth with a blinding flash, and the
Dark Behemoth began to visibly wither before Marja's eyes, dropping dead as an
empty husk in seconds."What is this power?" Marja glanced at Tel'Annas' wrist, and
saw a dark purple mark on the elven queen's wrist. And she knew that power well,
better than anything else.Without a word Marja turned and left, and her Shadow
Worms and Kriknak followed. Within moments they were gone from the battlefield,
leaving the Forest Guardians to attend to their wounded and the dead.
F34D7786458A5098_## = Nakroth and Zephys were quickly at odds for their clash of
personalities. They developed a sort of friendship after several duels, in which
neither gained an upper hand.
F372CB69DEFB6795_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F38916F392871008_## = Home to the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild, many
mercenaries come here every summer to participate in the annual competition to
determine the best mercenary in the land.
F3BE269CDE580A52_## = 121cm
F3CF44197CFEA094_## = Eland'orr often seeks inspiration from the stories of the
souls in his lamp.
F3EFC383CB3C0A42_## = Veres
F42E110467FB9E74_## = 27 Dec
F436B8E5606B4EA9_## = Time to go! Be my friend and join my little world with
Furball!
F444C414E8AAA5E5_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F458A6117DDAC9CE_## = Dirak
F458D07B78989E8E_## = Care for its hair every day
F4657AF50D40B707_## = Defeat is nothing to be afraid of; what is fearful is that
there are those who believe this to be true.
F46CC8020F2D9DE7_## = How I love the freedom of flight!
F4CF3822B8A7FA30_## = 169cm
F4E197D2F6E9E0F7_## = "Strength or death!"\n\nCresht, the Mermidon, frequently
talked of the Boiling Sea from which he came from. However, when dealing with
Cresht, one would do well to remember that this sea was not so called because of
its temperature, but because of the constant chaos beneath its waters, and that he
remained at the top of its food chain.\n\nAncient records didn't contain much
detail regarding Cresht's origins. The only relevant knowledge that man was able to
garner came from a bard's song: "A monstrosity rising from the sea's hungry depths;
its trident so terrible it brings naught but death." \n\nIn the War of Man and
Beast, Cresht fought fearlessly on the front lines, endlessly tormenting the
humans. Surprisingly, Cresht didn't return to the Boiling Sea after the war.
Instead, he took it upon himself to pursue higher goals than just devouring the
frail and weak.\n\n"A battle between Gods and Demons must include Cresht!"
F4F9C706527A5204_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F4FDEF511972E5B0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F5194A74A65ABBDD_## = Storm Valley
F5354F7B390F1155_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F535D7E38113F3A2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F581A9264B82B0EE_## = Vulpis Ignis
F5A9F964381AB4A3_## = Kingdom of Okka
F5E6BE0092BD2F6C_## = Defers to those who are intelligent, like Veera and Volkath.
F5E7FB703792FD56_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F6150F9A9FC1AA11_## = Why does Murad wear a mask?
F61805AA46F6C874_## = Ilumia and Volkath studied together under Edras. Ilumia
admired Volkath's talent and charisma, but her attentions were rebuffed, and they
became lifelong enemies after Volkath rebelled against Veda.
F62F3D0D72447792_## = There's a test tomorrow, and I don't understand a thing about
my teacher's notes. What do I do?
F64674A36B981FAB_## = "Death reigns eternal!"\n\nOmen the Insatiable was a killing
machine. He was born from the deepest, darkest depths of the Demon Abyss, a place
as cold and soulless as he. Even demons born of the same abyss refused to stand by
him, fearing that his chill would wipe them away.\n\nDespite this, Omen rarely
graced the stage of war. For Omen lived only to kill – not just his enemies, but
fellow demons and the Lokheim fighting alongside him. All who could use him, feared
him. Suffice to say, he was a loose cannon nobody wanted.\n\nThe leader of the
Lokheim, Maloch, was at a loss. He understood Omen was the physical manifestation
of the Lokheim's desire to kill, and that retribution would be swift should he try
to leash Omen's abilities. In the end, Maloch could only hide Omen away in the
Abyss. There he stayed, forgotten, until Arduin's army invaded Maloch's
ranks.\n\nMaloch was badly injured and Veera was busy leading what was left of
their army against Arduin's main forces. Neither had the energy to spare to defend
themselves against Arduin's reinforcements. In desperation, Omen was awakened from
his deep slumber, unleashing the murderous desires suppressed for many years. Omen
stood alone on the passage of frost, fighting off every last member of Arduin's
army. No tales of this battle were ever shared as there was no one left alive to
tell them.\n\nSatiated, Omen once again found peace. But tales of his return soon
spread across the land.\n\n"He's the physical manifestation of the abyss! The
bringer of senseless wars and gruesome murders!"
F65D1E93BAA6F1D9_## = Established by Dirak, D'Arcy and Sephera, the organization of
mages has its headquarters at Carano, as well as chapters in the Kingdom of Norman
and the Federation of the Free. It is the highest human authority on arcane
matters.
F676318A01B3E2C8_## = Wants to challenge Lu Bu to a duel, if she could find her way
there.
F6902202D30D40EA_## = Kil'Groth
F6B237772F0D661E_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>:
<color=#ffd200>Kill</color> a related hero in a match using
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>.
F6B974D4ACD6F9C3_## = All are equal before the executioner's blade.
F720615FE32E03C6_## = I was alone, now I am not.\nTogether we shall walk the sands,
walk with the wind,\nuntil the day comes, and my empire is reclaimed.
F728A10C09300B85_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F780B9ED8D051508_## = Zip
F79CD3BE0B429835_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for spreading the
faith. The Archon Lauriel is the master of the hall, which is the largest and
busiest of the four halls.
F7A6393684E63EC9_## = itching to give the Corrupted a taste of their fangs and
claws.\n\nThe Okka forces were far less eager. The soldiers sent to attack the wall
were the elites of the two orders. Already less than committed to begin with, the
vassal knights had little interest in meeting the innumerable enemy horde.\n\n"I
know many of you think me unfit for the throne. I know many of you think I bow too
low to Veda. I care not for what you think." Arthur said as he surveyed the
assembled nobles.\n\n"All of you swore to serve Okka in its time of need, and now
is the time. Will you continue to hide behind your soldiers and your walls,
measuring your profit and loss like some merchant counting out his coin, or will
you make good on your vows and show your people that you are worthy of
them?"\n\n"Today, I fly the Golden Wings and go into battle in the name of my
father the king and the Kingdom of Okka, to fight along with our allies unto glory
or unto death! Fight by my side if you will, or go home to the castles of your
fathers and their fathers before them, and see if you can stand before them and be
unashamed!"\n\nWith this Arthur left, leaving his nobles looking at each other and
at a loss for words.\n\nThe Silver Wings were the symbols of the Okka royal house
and the order of knights that answered directly to it. But the order also had
another flag - the Golden Wings, created by Josef, the seventh king of the Kingdom
of Okka.\n\nWhen Count Jonassen broke away with part of the Silverwing Order,
rebelled against the crown and besieged Silverwing Castle, Josef, who had never had
much of a reputation for courage, surprised everyone by putting on his armor and
leading the sally personally. His loyalists flew the Golden Wings to distinguish
themselves from the rebels, and, inspired by the flag, were triumphant that
day.\n\nThe Golden Wings thus became known as the Order of Silverwing's colors in
the direst hour. Under the banner there would be no retreat, no turning back; every
knight was sworn to fight to the death, including the grandmaster himself, who was
always the king.\n\n"Well, doesn't look like we're getting out of it," said one of
the nobles, breaking the silence.\n\n"All part of Lady Ilumia's plan, to send
humans to fight and die while she sits high up on her mountain."\n\n"Maybe she'll
let us be buried on Mt. Orphean's steps so that her believers can tread on
us."\n\n"She doesn't want someone like you. You have a better chance to line the
steps into Lokheim."\n\n"Shut up, Luke, if you still want to mount your horse with
your own two legs."\n\n"Enough! There is at least one thing that the prince is
right about. We are knights, not merchants."\n\n"Yes! We will show those Veda hard-
heads what a true knight is about."\n\n...Rallying under Arthur and Tel'Annas'
banner, the allied forces met the Corrupted Legion on the plains.\n\nWith Klaus
having joined the battle, the Templars were finally at full strength, and Yorn
fired off arrow after arrow into the Corrupted ranks.\n\nSo did the Forest
Guardians, and with each hail of arrows numerous Corrupted fell, but Tel'Annas
alone stood unmoving. Her bow and arrow were reserved for one whom only they can
vanquish.\n\nWhile the Templars Drew the attention of the Corrupted, the remaining
Silverwing knights were able to regroup and join up with the vassal knights,
deployed along the Forest Guardians' flanks. The Golden Wings flew high, beneath
which were Arthur and his loyal Companions.\n\nThe allied forces held their limited
remaining cavalry in reserve. Without an effective way to scout the battlefield,
they did not notice the black and red banner joining the battle behind the
Corrupted ranks.\n\n"Time to begin - no, time to end it all." Preyta gave his final
order, then commanded his wyvern to turn around and fly towards the depths of the
valley. In the north, Aleister was still preparing his enchantment, while there was
no movement from Grakk in the south, which was good news. A thousand Templars
should be enough to sate Grakk's appetite somewhat.\n\nAt Preyta's signal, Nakroth
and his Blood Knights rode forth.\n\nAt the same time, Taara and Arduin also
prepared to assault the Forest Guardians' lines.\n\nNerov, who was roaming the
battlefield collecting stray souls, frowned in disappointment at his orders, but
went to meet up with Taara and the other Corrupted leaders per his orders. At least
the chance to sing the elven queen's dirge was worth looking forward to, he
thought.\n\n...\n
F7C5088D85487E91_## = \nOn the ancient battlefield of Sunfall Valley, the Blood
Knights ran into a new host of cavalry coming from the south. They wore scarlet
armor and carried the banner of a flaming rose, and the captain who rode at their
helm wore no helmet, allowing her crimson hair to fly in the wind like her
banner.\n\nArthur's eyes did not deceive him. He really did see a flaming
rose.\n\nThe Knights of Rose of the Kingdom of Norman had arrived, led by the Duke
of Rose, the future queen of Norman - Astrid, heir to the Red Dragon.\n\nThe
Wyrmblood breed that they rode were smaller than Shor horses, but the blood of
ancient dragons flowed in their veins, and they were fast and fearless.\n\nThe
riders on them were also of dragon blood, and when they rode as one they were like
a great dragon, sweeping aside all opposition.\n\nNot even the Knights of Rose
could stop the Blood Knights, but even as they gave way to the terrifying oncoming
charge, the Norman infantry advanced to close the gap.\n\nWith less than a hundred
yards between themselves and the infantry, Nakroth had neither the room to regroup
and recharge nor the room to break away and avoid being caught.\n\nPlus, the Norman
infantry brought something extra to the fight.\n\nFive magic cannons lined up,
commanded by mages specializing in the five magical elements - wind, lightning,
water, fire, and earth. The mages filled the Andura Stones at the rear of the guns
with magical energy, and magical circuits crafted by expert mages guided the
elemental energies into the barrels.\n\nFive shots of pure magical energy shattered
the Blood Knights ranks and turned their red and black banner into cinder.\n\nThe
tactics championed by Thane, King of Norman, proved their worth once more against
the greatest cavalry commander of all time, Nakroth.\n\nAstrid did not turn back to
glance at the rear. She had no need to, for she knew that those who did not change
with the times were destined to be left behind, in politics or in war.\n\nShe rode
forward and saw a saber and a warhammer.\n\nThe one who wielded the saber turned
traitor, luring one who was dear to her into an enemy trap, the one who wielded the
warhammer was ready to deal the killing blow.\n\nAstrid felt her blood boil, and
she leaped off her horse, clasping Embertrail tightly with two hands.\n\n"Arduin!
Taara! I come for you!"\n\nThen a ray of light appeared in the heavens, piercing
the dark clouds at a dark shadow that had appeared in the skies.\n\n...\n\nIn the
sky, Tulen and Maloch's battle was heading towards a conclusion.\n\nTulen's robes
were tattered, and golden blood leaked from his right arm which hung limp at his
side.\n\nOpposite him, Maloch did not fare much better. Already nursing an injury,
he was fighting without regard for his own life and safety. Not even Maloch's
incredible constitution could shrug off the repeated thunder strikes from Tulen,
known as the "Whip of the Creator".\n\nAnd there was more to the thunder than the
moment of impact; the energy lingered within Maloch's body and continued to assault
it, traveling through veins and vessels and burning his flesh.\n\nAs long as Maloch
held his cleaver, however, he was a threat that Tulen could not ignore.\n\n"It's
time." Tulen looked up, and in his eyes reflected Volkath's shadow, which was
becoming increasingly corporeal and complete. But a green crack in the middle was
draining the power for Volkath's resurrection.\n\nThen the shadow began to
quiver.\n\n"Do not presume to challenge a god, vermin!"\n\nTulen seemed to hear his
own soul reverberate.\n\nThen a ray of light appeared in the heavens, piercing the
dark clouds at a dark shadow that had appeared in the skies.\n
F7DCAAB83A3DC975_## = Mist Island
F7E72E9196F6E5F8_## = "This is the best candidate you have?" The Duke of Roses
looked doubtfully at the young girl before him. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and
fair complexion she looked the part of a fine handmaiden, but it was a bodyguard
that the duke was looking for, and the girl hardly looked like she could fend for
herself, much less protect someone else.\n"Her name is Butterfly, Your Highness,
and she is one of our guild's finest," said the liaison officer from the mercenary
guild. Seeing the duke's doubt, he continued, "As per our agreement, you may test
her in any way you wish, as long as she does not come to...permanent harm."\n"This
is not my concern," said the duke. "My dear Astrid has her own ideas."(Shall
I?)\nButterfly gave the guild liaison a questioning gaze.\n"At your discretion,"
said the officer. He knew better than to doubt Butterfly. "Just watch yourself and
don't hurt the noble lady.\nButterfly shrugged. It was a strange position to be in,
to spar with the person she was supposed to protect. But she grabbed her sword's
hilt and was in an instant ready for battle.\n\n"Outstanding footwork. Well-
balanced strikes. Lady Astrid has been taught well." The guild liaison commented as
Astrid swung Embertrail, drawing a flaming trail in the air.\n"She still has much
to learn." The Duke of Roses did not hide his pride for his granddaughter, but he
was more interested in the performance of the other combatant.\nUnlike Astrid's
simple moves, Butterfly's silver sword danced up and down, left and right, as
though it had a life of its own. It mesmerized and dazzled all who were watching,
Astrid more so than anyone else. For an instant she thought she was facing her
master, Florentino - no, Florentino's style emphasized footwork, but it was not
especially flashy in terms of sword moves. Butterfly's sword, on the other hand,
seemed to have infinite variations, unpredictable and all but impossible to
see.\nThere was no stopping what you could not see. Astrid had only one option -
she must go on the offensive.\nButterfly sidestepped the first chopping attack from
the crimson blade. With one fluid motion, Astrid stepped up and drew Embertrail
back for a slashing strike. But the aggressive move meant that she was exposed and
open to attack.\nThis was Butterfly's chance. In the blink of an eye the intricate
dance transformed into a single silver flash, aiming straight for Astrid's
neck.\nThe Duke of Roses clenched his fists. It took all his willpower to not call
a stop to the duel.\n"There is no need to worry, Your Highness. She knows when to
stop," said the guild liaison, not knowing if the duke was even listening.The two
combatants were moving even faster than the onlookers could react, however.\nSeeing
Butterfly's attack going for her throat, Astrid pulled Embertrail back, placing its
blade between her throat and Butterfly's sword point.\nButterfly's sword was
stopped, but it did not stay still. Staying with her momentum, Butterfly continued
to pressure Astrid, coming from difficult angles, forcing Astrid back with every
stab.\nIt was not for nothing that Astrid studied under Florentino, however. It
looked like Astrid was taking a step back, but instead she moved sideways, using
the momentum of Butterfly's strike to move out of its way.\nYet it was not
enough.\n"Wha -"\nButterfly's silver sword left her hand and flew straight at
Astrid's head. It was too late to dodge or parry. Almost by instinct, Astrid turned
sideways, hoping to take the attack in her shoulder rather than her head.\nBut the
attack never landed.\nBefore the wide eyes of the duke, Butterfly's silver sword
had returned to her hand - inches before Astrid's chest."Impressive! Impressive
indeed!" The duke broke into applause, half in appreciation of Butterfly's prowess,
half to hide his own nervousness.\nNext to him, the guild liaison was impassive, as
though all this was planned from the beginning. But his heart beat wildly, and
there was cold sweat running down his back. He had no doubt about Butterfly's
abilities as a fighter, but her pedigree was built upon blood and corpses. For a
moment there, he was worried that Butterfly's killer instincts would get the better
of her judgment.\nBut it was as they say: all that ends well is well.In the arena,
Astrid and Butterfly returned their swords back to their hilts, and they shook
hands with sweat-filled palms.\n"I shall protect you, with my very life if I must."
F80B3ED7627CC53C_## = City of Mercenaries
F82299F1DDCFF4B5_## = Liliana had no physical form, until she met Kyubi the Nine-
Tail who taught her how to focus her form. She took the shape of her mentor, and
also gradually learned to take other forms.\n\nIn her long life Liliana has seen
the human race grow from their humble origins to the dominant power that they are
today, and she is fascinated by this young new race. So she took their form and
lived among them, learning their knowledge and creations while passing on her own
knowledge of magic, helping the human race from behind the scenes.\n\nToday,
Liliana has taken the position of a Federation intelligence officer, a post that
affords her the freedom to travel throughout Athanor and continue to seek the
secrets of the world.
F87739673FFF716B_## = Darkness, solitude, hatred.\nWhat is love and what is warmth,
for one who walks in the Abyss?
F895A37E957412AE_## = Veda
F8C81078A314ED22_## = Chapter 13
F9489F1455FE6866_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F94B11EF4D36AB18_## = One of the Four Halls of Veda, responsible for financial
affairs and taxation. It borders the Kingdom of Okka and its master is unknown, but
its everyday affairs are managed by its deputy, Gildur, who reports directly to
Ilumia.
F94F206629B3958A_## = Owns a candy shop.
F965A318DF39CFB2_## = The Lokheim's probing attack did not stop Yorn from joining
up with Baldum. After reviewing the situation, they agreed that Baldum would hold
his position, tying down part of the Lokheim forces while looking for an
opportunity to strike. Meanwhile, an elite group of 300 Hoofed will join the Okka
forces in their charge."Even the heaviest warhorse pales in comparison to our
charge," said Baldum, who spoke with more care in the presence of guests. "Go,
Toro. Show Veda and humans what we are made of.""Aye." Toro glanced down at Yorn,
who stood far taller than most mortal men, yet was dwarfed by Toro's massive frame.
Perhaps this was why the edges of Toro's mouth picked up ever so imperceptibly, and
huffed just a little bit at the shorter man.Yorn, for his part, cared little. He
was eager to get going, concerned about the battle on the other front. The Okka
forces were waiting for his news, and Yorn wanted to get his reinforcements back to
Arthur as soon as possible.Meanwhile, the Okka forces were locked in a difficult
fight in the northwest.In the skies, Tulen and Maloch faced off against each other.
They were two of the most powerful beings in all Athanor, and their battle caught
the attention of everybody. Even D'Arcy, who had been probing the Lokheim defenses,
retreated back to his camp and observed the two in battle.Overflying the
battlefield, Preyta was less interested in watching. He ordered Skud to lead the
beast legions into battle, and this time it was no probing attack. Three legions of
abyssal beasts began to make their way towards the Okka camp.The Templar and
Silverwing infantry took defensive formation outside the allied camp, while the
remaining cavalry formed a separate mobile force, looking for opportunities to deal
a decisive blow - if the infantry could hold the line under the assault of three
monstrous legions.The monstrous horde charged with no formation or plan, even
running over their own in their stampede. But they had superiority in numbers, and
they were utterfly fearless, unlike human troops who might break and flee.Waves of
abyssal beasts crashed against the allied lines. Still the lines held, for Arthur
had assigned the best troops from the Templar and Silverwing infantry to key
positions, and the battle-hardened veterans of the Order of Silverwing and fervent
fanatics of the Templars set the example for the other soldiers by being as
fearless as the abyssal beasts.Still, the casualties began to pile up. The
Silverwing soldiers took the brunt of it, for the Templars wore armor blessed by
the Holy Light, which resisted the dark power that the jungle creeps' claws were
imbued with. Still, even this blessing wore down as the battle raged on, and once
the power of light was exhausted they became vulnerable.Diametrically opposed to
each other, the power of light and darkness reacted violently when they made
contact, mutually annihilating each other. Every clash reduced the power of light
and darkness in equal measures, and so was the Templars diminished every time they
clashed with the abyssal beasts - the very Templars that Arthur had counted on to
spearhead his planned assault.Preyta did not know about Arthur's plans, of course,
but as a creature of darkness, the power of light was naturally abhorrent to him,
which was why he focused his attacks against the Templars. He was not making nearly
as much progress as he had hoped, however.The center of the allied line held fast,
though the flanks were showing signs of wavering. Still, the line would not break
so easily, not when "he" stood with the troops.Preyta surveyed the battlefield, and
decided to seek Veera's help. It was more than just the present battle at stake;
D'Arcy was the protector of the Great Wall of Norman, and if he could be killed
here and now, the stalemate on the southern front would break wide open.Still, the
mage had no shortage of ways to get out of a tight spot. Preyta would need plenty
of help from Veera if he was to kill D'Arcy here and now.As Preyta plotted to kill
D'Arcy, however, his intended prey also set sights upon him. D'Arcy had fought
Preyta for many years, and he knew that the Corrupted general was the key to the
defeating the Lokheim assault, and he was thinking of ways to knock Preyta out of
the sky, even as he worked to stabilize the flank.D'Arcy could fly if he wanted,
but it was exhausting, and at best he could only fight to a draw with Preyta in the
air."Prince Murad," said D'Arcy to the desert prince standing next to him. "I have
a plan..."As Preyta circled the battlefield he suddenly saw one man charging
through the flanks, moving upstream against the Lokheim tide. It was Murad wielding
his twin blades, and then Preyta also saw D'Arcy following close behind, clearing a
path with his dimensional magic.
F974728F877DCAFC_## = Wherever I am, whenever we win.
F9844B095F8CFC7C_## = Pirate Captain
F9AA3379911C5751_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
F9C89620C85AADE4_## = Baldum
F9C986347BA5E733_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
F9F01B6214A6C54E_## = Chaugnar
F9F2360308FD6845_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FA5A0A553AD62437_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FA5D48D6290C7E6C_## = No one knows what I truly want.
FA6F9DE93721BE70_## = Hates the weak, who remind her of himself.
FA71785EE6C50215_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FAC84194EC7D8B9D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FADBB2C08596F3DC_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FADD76A74FD7BA8A_## = The Verno Mountains lies between Elborne Woods and the Verno
Plains, protecting the home of the elves.
FAF1AA4AB9BC12C3_## = Use <color=#ffd200>{0}</color> <color=#ffd200>
{1}/{2}</color> times
FB29702924DF62D3_## = The Ageless
FB2AC6D8DDC4BF53_## = Honor, loyalty, duty...I have given up everything, except the
hope in my heart.\nHelp me achieve my goal, and I will serve you will my life.
FB4971DD32F9BA40_## = 145cm
FB49EDFEE4B885C1_## = Errol the Crybaby
FB59B8E18ED75995_## = Chapter 10
FB782ADA8CD49507_## = Dark Lord Reborn
FB83686F61F47A47_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FBA8ACC9F822ED04_## = Fall of the Dark Lord
FC2168E92BD4141A_## = Brunhilda
FC352F0C28918992_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FC44B6EF1DF2B82B_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FC4C794EC6CF020F_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FC5D6327048F0AB0_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FC6E8D5BB98E5C35_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FC825E158BACAC74_## = 11 Nov
FC89E715289312E5_## = Extremely excellent and self-disciplined, he never came
second in his life
FC954C05CAFD5321_## = 21 Dec
FCABE4FFC3817382_## = Valhein and Violet became close friends during their student
days at the Military Academy, and their friendship continued as they both joined
the Demon Hunters.
FCAD32476406CF41_## = Supreme Mage
FCCBA6BC2750A6A4_## = Forest Ranger
FCD57B87E80F7D4C_## = Mar 12
FCED3588D4136725_## = The Black Apostate
FCFD4AD2C2388132_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
FD364836AB48A28D_## = In Dreams
FD49BB5551B706F2_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FD555EC0D65ED576_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FD61FACF306F2DBD_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FD6511377B899F40_## = Wiro
FD7133ECC309B16A_## = Richter
FD85ED7DEADCC19B_## = Shall puny ants challenge the gods?
FDA1805DB85A3F09_## = Not particularly talented, Ishar relies on Furball for many
things.
FDAB2E408C772096_## = Kahlii
FDE5FFA829444BB1_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FE0563C99540F076_## = Stay Tuned
FE19238525F90448_## = Lokheim
FE66C49611461994_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Play a match with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color> and a related hero as <color=#ffd200>teammates</color>.
FE7918BB22226E31_## = From a young age Eland'orr made a name for himself as a
troublemaker. His parents died in war and he grew up to be an unruly if charismatic
young man. While the elders were absent, he stole the Soul Lamp with his friends
and activated it with his spotty magical knowledge.\n\nThe activation of the Soul
Lamp resulted in a great loss of life, including Eland'orr's friends. Even worse,
Tel'Annas, Queen of the Elves, was overcome by the dark powers of the lamp and fell
into a deep slumber.\n\nFor his sins Eland'orr was imprisoned for hundreds of years
with only the damaged Soul Lamp as company. One night Eland'orr heard the voices of
his old friends in the lamp, and learned that their souls were trapped within, with
Eland'orr the only one who could calm them.\n\nWith his friends' help, Eland'orr
learned to control the power of the lamp and restore it to its former glory. He was
released from captivity by Tel'Annas, and tasked to travel the world for the rest
of his life, to spread warmth and joy, both to the people of the land and the
restless souls within the lamp.
FE8BB8FA55ECFD4D_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FED18472A1048F7E_## = Veda
FED51C2CB94F16FF_## = 20 Jun
FEE0908AF1E7B08F_## = Continue to pray without batting an eyelid
FEE214CA1D71A02C_## = 30 Oct
FF1C1ADEB0C6AEE3_## = Chapter 6
FF2719159E3BC53F_## = Caring for nine tails isn't easy. Any advice?
FF35C9A1FCCB2974_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FF6DB4AEE1CDBE64_## = <color=#ffd200>Requirements</color>: Reach
<color=#ffd200>Tier 2 - Acquaintance</color> with <color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FF70D71E197C4E35_## = The powers of the cosmos are mine to command!
FFADF086D70C75F1_## = Elsu Biography
FFC781E2F20CD4A9_## = Relationship experience
FFE390AC3320BE05_## = Tulen's thoughts are simple at heart, and he is wary of those
who are complex and difficult to understand - like Ilumia.
FFEB70806B0161D3_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>
FFF968D4FE4FF6CA_## = Reach <color=#ffd200>Tier 3 - Comrade</color> with
<color=#ffd200>{0}</color>