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Lost Mines Of Phandelver

The Requiem of Lost Sheep

An old man appeared out of place in this landscape of a bar. It's bartender was rather strange, one moment a boy the next an old man on his last breath, even coughing a few times. A while later, having calmed down, the old man started a conversation with the odd bartender. "Hello, my name is Anthony Vargus. May I know why I'm here?" [Welcome current head of the Vargus familia, your new aren't you. Well, now your here, to have your sins be judged by me. Yes, a surprise isn't it. What? You thought that your organisation already killed Death? Well..., who said there couldn't be another one? Who said that those arrogant assholes up in their so-called Heaven can't be killed? Really, you guys did a really good job killing Death, now, I have a request, could you help me kill every single bast*rdous piece of crap that stinks in that "Heaven" of theirs? In exchange, your people will be free from Death's grasp for 2 years. I'd advise you to hurry, afterall, you were the one to come up with the idea of deicide aren't you? Now, scuttle back to your little mouse hole and grow tremendously with the time I bought you, grow so well that you shall no longer be a weak rat but a hungering Gigant, willing to fulfill your role to tear those f*cking Gods to shreds and when your done, We shall have a taste of the Divine flesh. Drink their blood and feast on their bones! Go! Let loose on them! Leave on my decree!] "You intend to kill more Divinities?", the old man cried out, shaking in fear at the thought. [Divinities? The Divine? Gods? Those narcissistic asshats don't deserve to be called that. I'm sure that as a member of the 5 Kings and an expert in kingdom management that you should realise that every single one of those Churches, be they member or Cardinal, their minds no longer belong to themselves and are but mere pawns of those damned "Gods" to be used for that trashy game of theirs. If you do help, outside of 2 years without Death, I shall also hand over 2 Divine ranked items and the Vessel of Chaotic Corruption, agreed?], saying that, the 'thing' in front of him raised its hand and offered it to him. And he took it. He too, had had enough of the Four Churches and was willing to even become the greatest sinner in the history of the world of Rein just to take down the Churches and stop the cruel games of the Divinities. "I hope I didn't make the wrong choice here.", said the man for he quickly reverted to his youthful days. [Don't worry too much about this deal of ours and just enjoy the new and youthful body of yours. Afterall, you aren't the only one within the 5 Kings to have contact with me. Other than you, every one of them has met me before. The first was the King of Undeath, as a Lich King, it was rather easy to pull him over here. Anyway, I'll establish the mental connection of the Mana network with you now. There it's done.], after saying this, the King of Delhait Kingdom titled King of Structure felt something poking into his head and suddenly felt a connection to 5 different places. (Ah, our old friend here finally joined us) A young voice rang out as the image of the King of Life shown itself, quickly followed by the other members of the 5 Kings. Following this the creature's mouth moved again. [Now, it's time. The first to be taken down is the Goddess of Life. Next is the Four-Elements God. After that would be the Primordial Moon Goddess. Finally, the main course will of course be the man behind the scenes, the World God.] Following this, a year and three quarters later, the world suffered tremendously for the Gods died in the hands of Men and their Divine Orders were taken away, each one in a different hand except for the King of Undeath for he was promoted to Death by the mysterious being. Finally, humanity was free from the greedy grasps of the Gods. From here on out is the story following the events as we go on and look at the being's life. [Well, well well. A rat is peeking out of it's cage. How interesting!]
Friends101 · 7.8K Views

Legacy of the Lost Age

In "Legacy of the Lost Age," an ancient god-king awakens from centuries of slumber, finding himself stripped of divine power and cast into a mortal body. The world he once ruled is unrecognizable, his once-glorious empire now lost to myth and legend. Where he once walked as a being of light, revered and feared, his name and legacy have been twisted into tales of ruin and curses. Villagers whisper of "Lost Ones," ancient beings of immense power who vanished from history, leaving behind relics that are now regarded as forbidden and dangerous. Confused yet resolute, the fallen god-king embarks on a journey to reclaim his forgotten legacy. Guided by faint echoes of his former self, he discovers remnants of his past scattered across the land—old shrines, enchanted artifacts, and places of power that have faded into obscurity. Along the way, he encounters Nia, a young girl drawn to the mysteries of the old world. Through her eyes, he begins to understand how fear and reverence have morphed his legacy into a warning tale, casting shadows over his once-respected rule. But his journey is fraught with danger. Ancient forces lurk in the darkness, entities that have grown powerful in his absence, corrupting the very essence of his world. To restore his power, he must face formidable foes and unlock secrets long buried, risking the wrath of those who would prefer the past remain forgotten. As he reclaims each piece of his former strength, the god-king must confront a critical choice: will he rebuild his empire as the god he once was, or reshape his legacy to protect the people who fear him? The path he walks could either restore the world to its former glory—or plunge it further into darkness.
Johmyzill · 11.9K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 11.2K Views
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