The elite cavalry troops and archers of Perenial stood arrayed behind their colorful banners of gold and white, the platinum armour of the awe inspiring knights glistened and shone brightly in the summer sun; beacons to a certain victory that they would bring for their fatherland, the mighty nation of Perenial. Astride their mighty black warhorses they waited, the powerful hooves of the beast constantly moving, beating down upon the once green hill with eager anticipation to charge and join the fight in the valley below. more…

Act 2 – Alone

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I opened my eyes. The rays of the sun were dancing on my eyes. I felt blinded, but my eyes did not felt hurt. What time is it? 11? 12?

I slammed my hand on the alarm clock that has been screaming for my attention. Finally, it shut up. I took a gaze on it. 10. Much earlier than I thought. I hate my sleep being disturbed. more…

“ Ponis should be inside by now,” Alaric thought to himself. Jumping to grab the balcony ledge 10 feet above him only took a mutter for his magic to boost his athleticism. more…

“Finally! I’ve caught you!”

Life was full of surprises for little Ponis, especially since she had begun traveling with the well-known spell-slinger Alaric. In the time since their paths crossed, Ponis had been attacked by celestial deities, been eaten twice, and have had so many villagers chase her that she had become quite good at sprinting. They always started the same way, a loud yell and then running; maybe some large explosions somewhere in between. So, there was little wonder why she developed a natural dislike for certain phrases. Phrases like “I’ve caught you” ranked almost as high as “Get them” in Ponis’ things-that-are-not-good-to-hear list.
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It was a cold night. The rain had just fallen, and the night sky was beginning to clear. The pale moon starts to emerge behind murky clouds. As the rain slowly dissipated into a drizzle, the people continued to crowd the bustling downtown. The streets appeared as if it was splashed with bright paint as the bright neon lights of the downtown reflected on the wet pavement. The people walked and crowded the sidewalks, bumping to each other like slave ants marching on to their work. The traffic slowed down before finally being brought to halt, then a chorus of car horns blared as the traffic remained into a standstill. more…

The freshly slain humanoid corpse lay face down in a brown pile, a mix of mud and feces. The pungent smell of the decaying corpse intermingled with the potent stench of the refuse and wafted up into the unprepared face of Alaric. Trying his best to save himself from the arid smell he quickly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief but to no avail. The smell broke through burning his nose and stinging his eyes. He gagged, forcing back the feeling of bile that threatened to erupt from his mouth.
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The freshly slain humanoid corpse lay face down in a brown pile, a mix of mud and feces. The pungent smell of the decaying corpse intermingled with the potent stench of the refuse and wafted up into the unprepared face of Alaric. Trying his best to save himself from the arid smell he quickly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief but to no avail. The smell broke through burning his nose and stinging his eyes. He gagged, forcing back the feeling of bile that threatened to erupt from his mouth.

Alaric flashed an angry glance at Ponis who stood behind him talking with a disheveled farmer. She caught his stare and smiled, waving teasingly at him. Alaric shook his head ruefully bending low to continue his examination of the body.

Radu awoke with a searing pain all over his chest. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around. Shelves of books filled the room as well as blood soaked tables and metallic tools. In the corner of the room Ponis lay asleep peacefully on a leather coach. Radu tried to call out to her but his voice was strangled and hoarse. No words came out only the sound of gurgling. He struggled in his chains but the clamps around him held him fast.
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A long time ago, at least by the standards of a teenager, a young man was born who would change the very face of Mundo. Through his wit and determination alone, he would forge the path that could lead all who lived to a land of truth and happiness. One day the greatness of this man would strike the clouds and pierce the heavens! However, until this day arrived, young Fandaris Zedek was merely the representative of his father’s noble commercial interest and northern Cantillion’s second to last fruit distributor.
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