Longbow Flintlock

Long ago, three gods appeared to protect the world against a terrible evil. This immoral being so ferocious, the gods decided to bestow their power upon the people. Thus creating superpowers solely known as 'Clicks'. Together, people and gods vanquished the beast, allowing peace to spread. Unaware that the monster hadn't died, instead, it sheltered within ruins. A hundred years passed, and the brute has been freed. Welcoming the world into an Olympian sized war.

This is the origin story of all 6 pirates Diego Seawolf: The Swordsman Tilton Trixter: The Inventor Ripely Blythe: Flintlock Rider Auden Sypher: The Brains Missy Sampson: The Fighter Captain Dougie: The Captain

In an era where the grandeur of mighty empires echoes through its majestic architecture and advanced engineering, the world stands at the cusp of a transformative age. It is a time when the marvels of intricate aqueducts, cannons, grand coliseums, flintlock pistols, and sprawling roadways coexist with ancient rituals, mystical artefacts, and clandestine sects. In this world, Marcellus, a young teen from Wisbech, finds himself at a crossroads. Destined for training in the art of the sword at the revered Church of Combat, Marcellus instead chooses an easy path. Turning away from the warrior's way, he immerses himself in the simpler life of a cook in a local inn, seeking solace in the simplicity of daily life. This tranquillity is shattered when his inn is suddenly besieged by unknown assailants. In a moment of sheer desperation, Marcellus seeks refuge, his prayers for safety leading him to a realm beyond comprehension. Awakening in this new, mysterious world, Marcellus is confronted with a reality that intertwines the ancient with the mystical. Here, the grandiose structures and citadels coexist with the arcane and the occult. Potions, divination, hexes, demons, and sealed artefacts are as much a part of this world. As Marcellus navigates this realm, he finds himself caught in a web of intrigue that spans both the orthodox and unorthodox sects of the empire. He is drawn into a world where mystery and the supernatural are never far away, and where his burgeoning powers, fueled by mysterious potions, slowly emerge. Amidst the shadows of towering edifices and the whispers of ancient lore, the question emerges: In such a world, who can truly aspire to the mystifying and elusive status of the divine? Marcellus's story unfolds — a saga of a young man stepping into a destiny filled with wonder, danger, and the untold potential of «The Hollowed». ********* ****** *** In the grim shadows of an inn where he toils tirelessly, a young boy's life takes a nightmarish turn. As terror descends upon him, he finds refuge in a closet, a silent witness to the brutal murder of those around him. In the throes of desperation, he clings to a thread of hope, praying fervently to the deity his mother revered—the god of combat, seeking divine intercession. Yet, his pleas seem to fall upon deaf ears, and despair grips his soul. Just when it appears that all hope is irrevocably lost, a glimmer of possibility emerges. But is it an answer to his prayer, or the beginning of a new nightmare? In any case, as the boy awakens, he discovers himself in a surreal dream world, a realm where reality blurs into the ethereal, and the line between dream and waking life grows fainter with every step he takes. A few important points to bear in mind: Exposition is absent from our narrative canvas. Our tale commences amidst a death ritual in full swing. Marcellus, driven by the spectre of imminent death, unwillingly becomes a part of this ritual. If one is inclined to bypass the ritual's intricacies, they may opt to begin their journey from Chapter 19, albeit not recommended. The narrative may appear Languid at the outset, yet it swiftly transforms into a relentless whirlwind of events. (The narrative maintains a deliberate pace, avoiding the imposition of contrived plot twists. Marcellus, a commoner, finds himself thrust into a world teeming with politics, mythical powers, and enigmatic mysteries.) (check my review for more)

At her command, archers lurked silently in the shadows of the walls, longbows strung in their hands, arrows slicked with kerosene and glinting with a deadly light. Leah's eyes reflected the faint glow of the fire, and she knew that this arrow would end Evelyn's life, banishing her soul from this world forever. "This arrow will be the end of your love, " Leah's voice was low and full of power, her fingers gently rubbing the arrow as if feeling the impending death, "Evelyn, I will banish your soul from this world forever, and I, Leah, will be the sole victor. " Evelyn stood in the center of the square, her figure like a lonely tree, swaying in the cold wind. She had known for a long time that Leah would not let her go quickly, but there was no remorse in her heart. She stroked the ruby around her neck, feeling the faint, warm power. The rocket came flying, cutting through the night sky with a deathly whine aimed straight at Evelyn's heart. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and Evelyn closed her eyes, reciting an ancient blessing incantation in her mind. Her hands gripped the ruby tightly, and the last of her magical power poured out of her body. She whispered to herself with determination and strength, "However long the night may be, the day will always come." - Shakespeare.

”I was once the owner of the most prestigious private club in the northern hemisphere. I've served drinks to multi-billionaires, princes, and even to some of the biggest drug cartels of south and central America. Now I'm in an unfamiliar place, a different world, and even with an unknown voice that's in my head!” Dan was bartender and owner of the Griffin. A yacht who catered to some of the most wealthy and influential people on the planet until one early morning in a drunken stupor fell overboard, but rather than falling into the sea and dying a horrible death fading out of existence a voice suddenly said ”starting Data transfer... Synching host to world.zero_1127.wng”. Suddenly as he opened his eyes again, he found out that he was reincarnated into a world of magic, fiction, and flintlocks. where he and his system try and make his new tavern the Griffin the hot spot of all of the known world called ”Praven.” This is my first time writing a novel and any critique either minor or brutal helps me get better

Elynor von Lindenburg was just a kid when it happened. The great Manor where her family lived surrounded by the unearthed artefacts that her grandad found in his many archeological expeditions, just went up in flames. An accident, according to the public. She knows it to be false. She saw the monsters. She felt the claws tearing her arm off. She felt the blood of her mother and brother running on her face. Most of all she remembers the pain when the brass sphere melted and became her new hand, and the weight of her father's body when she stabbed him with her newfound appendage. That and the cat like eyes of the man below the hood, who brought the monsters. From noble to beggar, from worker to mercenary sky guard, from digging in a mine to unearthing secrets lost to the ages, this is her story. Expect a setting where zeppelins fight wyverns in the skies, where nobles duel with flintlock or fireballs and where humans tribes fight war with magic against orc and goblin fusilier regiments.

1805 - Lagos, West Africa. Her throes of labor echo through the village in the early morning. She is all alone, without a husband, without family. Her cries kept her kinmen awake, her voice an unnatural eerie wail that made dogs and cattle panic and break their binds as if they were being attacked by a predator. The tribesmen gave chase, but what they found instead of their animals was far more sinister. A party of white men, fresh off the boat from America armed with guns, full of greed and hatred. There was nothing the men could do, and so they and soon their village was overrun. Each hut raized, each and every man, woman, child chained and taken. Blood was spilled, those who tried to fight were murdered on the spot. Those who fought were beaten into submission, no one was spared... They pillaged, destroyed, and raped. taking what they wanted without care, or empathy to the people they saw as mere tools. Less than even an animal. They heard those wails, and for a moment felt a fear as they've never felt. However they had their job, and money made them blind. It didn't take long before they found the cause, a young woman, barely in her 20s holding a tiny newborn. This is what they had been looking for, but as they approached the woman with their guns and their chains it soon became obvious she wouldn't be as easy as the others. Their eyes met with deep liquid amethyst ones, vicious fangs inches long. She wasn't human. With supernatural strength the woman fought, clawed, ripped, and tore at those slavers, killing many but even then she was weak, the child bearing had left her weak and helpless with their overwhelming mass of flintlock rifles and heavy chains. They beat the creature down, bodies of their fellows draped over the dirt floor like an abstract painting of gruesome murder. But even then the woman clutched her child close to her breast, the newborn wailing tears of blood just like it's mother. She died there, filled with lead balls, bones broken, too weak to even stop as a burly man tore the child away from the mother. Her eyes seemingly melting back into a honey-colored brown before her body began deconstructing into pale ash. The man lifted the child, and grinned. "It's a boy, sweet mother, aren't you proud..." with their prize held greedily in their hands they butchered the rest of the men and women, and began their long journey back to their home, to rest of where this story lies...